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Post by White-Jet on Aug 23, 2008 0:15:44 GMT -5
Jago frowns in offense of the Hephaestus' brash assumption of what his brother sees in a person, but was quickly interrupted by the sight of a blue laser. He snaps his head to the source of the blast.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Aug 23, 2008 0:34:23 GMT -5
Jago could see a human standing on the shoulder of a tall, white mech. They mech had large, mechanical wings sprouting from its back. Its arms were designed to appear to be strapped together. Its appeared to be somewhat oval, and had slits for its eyes. It was a stunning machine, most likely one of a kind.
The human had platinum blond hair and wore a tattered, leather cloak. He wore leather straps around his forearms and legs. He wore a brown and tan shirt with a red tie at the neck. He wore black, leather pants with straps for two pistols. He seemed to be in a foul mood, and had a scar on his right check.
"My name... Is Altus Stroughtson," he said, "And both of you better get off of this planet before I am forced to kill you."
The mech eyed Jago, "Lord Stroughtson, this organism is a part of the FSA and Cygaxians. I believe him to be a Cyber Cleric," he said.
"Go eye, Archangel," said Altus, "More FSA lapdog scum. After killing the local hive's queen, I am up for cleaning this place of some FSA scum."
The Hephaestus throttled his fist in anger at Altus, "Cursed, human! How dare you!!"
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Post by White-Jet on Aug 23, 2008 0:54:02 GMT -5
Jago just stares at the newcomer in frustration. Though he admits his hotheadedness tends to get in the way of his judgment, whoever this guy is seems to be ten times worse. Whether this is because of some trauma he suffered under the FSA, as witnessed by Hajime's brash disbandment several centuries ago, only means he has to involve himself in this army in order to get them away from being attacked by a new enemy.
Figuring the two would be too distracted on each other to deal with him, Jago disappears in a flash of light, attempting to get into the command post and warn the commander of another possible onslaught by this Altus guy.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Aug 23, 2008 1:05:51 GMT -5
Jago cound himself in the command center, everyone was dead. People were gutted and blood was smeared everywhere. The stench of decay had already settled in.
He could hear a grown man weeping in another room. Bloody bootprints could be seen leading to the room where the crying was originating.
"You must be that thing those bugs were so worked up about," said Altus "What are you supposed to be, anyway?"
"I am the Hephaestus, the only perfect being," he said.
Altus pressed his hand to his head and laughed, "A god damned looney... So tired of dealing with people like you..."
The Hephaestus paused as he studied Altus, "You... Are unlike any other human I have come across... You are exceptionally special...!" he said, "I can sense within you an untapped power... A power similar to my own. I can also sense a deep hatred and loathing for all life... We are the same, you and I."
"Spare me," said Altus, "We are nothing alike!"
"Oh, but we are," said the Hephaestus, "We both seek to have more what we already have plenty of: Power. I can give you limitless power, Altus Stroughtson."
Altus paused, "... Power, you say?..." he looked to the side, "Tch, I have all the power I need!"
"Do you even have the power to defeat... Cole?" asked the Hephaestus.
"How do you know about him!?" shouted Altus as he glared daggers at the Hephaestus.
The Hephaestus threw his head back and laughed, "I believe we have much to talk about..."
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Post by White-Jet on Aug 23, 2008 1:09:07 GMT -5
Jago ran towards the room and kicks the door open, not even bothering to think about how startling his actions might be.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Aug 25, 2008 12:37:20 GMT -5
Jago could see blood and dismembered body parts everywhere. A draken was sitting on a supply box in the room, hands over his eyes, weeping. He held in his arms a human, the human bore the insignia of a high ranking FSA commander. He had a large gash in his chest.
A dead envoy laid a few feet from Jago. Its eyes seemed to have been shoved into its skull.
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Post by White-Jet on Aug 25, 2008 15:31:54 GMT -5
Jago cringes at the sight, but quickly recovers and runs over to the draken, hoping to convince him to evacuate before the situation outside gets worse.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Sept 2, 2008 13:43:04 GMT -5
Before Jago could get any further, his foot got caught in something and became ensnared. He was pulled into the air. A constant, electrical pulse flowed through him, causing him to lose focus.
"Kekeke..." laughed a sinister voice. The draken and human disappeared, revealing a Vessh'kul envoy standing in their place.
"Not used to magic, are you... Cleric?" asked the envoy as he placed a hand on the side of Jago's face.
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Post by White-Jet on Sept 2, 2008 19:36:51 GMT -5
Jago grits his teeth as his robe flashes and tears apart, revealing his black unitard as the glows wrap around each joint on his body. Antennas popped out of the bands, each re-directing the electrical currents towards it and shooting it to another part of the room.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Sept 2, 2008 19:47:47 GMT -5
The envoy hissed as he reached for a blaster hanging off of his waist. He raised it into the air and aimed at Jago. The envoy squeezed the trigger, sending a small plasma bolt for Jago's head.
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Post by White-Jet on Sept 2, 2008 20:03:33 GMT -5
The bolt slams into the base of a large scythe as a shadow flies between Jago and the path of the shot. As the new arrival lands to the ground, he reaches up and grabs Jago by the back of his neck, pulling him away from the eletrical pulses and freeing him from it's disorienting effect.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Sept 2, 2008 20:33:32 GMT -5
The envoy hissed and backed away from Jago and the new arrival.
"What are you, cretin?!" exclaimed the envoy.
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Post by White-Jet on Sept 2, 2008 20:57:07 GMT -5
"Just another 'lapdog' to the FSA," Mose says, dropping a nearly out cold Jago to the ground while still facing the envoy. He had dark blue hair with bangs long enough to cover the right side of his face, and wore an brownish-orange outfit with a black stripe extending from the left shoulder down to the right side of the coat's tail, black gloves with violet, rubber grips along the palm, and black boots with violet boarders along the foot, soul and top. In his right hand is a large contraption that unfolds into a scythe.
Another person appears behind the envoy, slightly taller, with orange, minorly spiky hair, red rimmed glasses, and the same outfit as Mose, only the tail of the coat are whole, not split on the sides. He points the blade end of his 3ft pike at the envoy, his thumb laying against the button used to extend it to 7ft.
"I suggest you take your brain-nawing swarm and get off this planet right now," Kaymen seethed, "Otherwise, it won't be that oversize behemoth burning down your hive."
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Post by Gen Gravy on Sept 3, 2008 16:24:04 GMT -5
The envoy threw its head back in laughter, "Kekekekeke!!" He regained his composure and wiped some spittle from the side of his mouth, "The swarm is no more on this planet. One of your cursed mechs attacked the hive from within; it was laying in wait for the perfect time to strike. The Ancient One has only just arrived to steal more souls for its army of the damned."
The envoy paced around the room as he eyed the two interlopers, "Now would be the time to cooperate, no? I have knowledge about the beast that you will need. We all want to live, but only I know how to escape it."
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Post by White-Jet on Sept 3, 2008 16:28:33 GMT -5
Kayman growls in annoyance, wanting to stick his pike through the envoy, but something was keeping him from executing his thoughts. Mose frowns in equal annoyance.
"What kind of 'knowledge'?" he asked.
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