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Post by Lucian on Apr 28, 2007 5:08:53 GMT -5
It was almost poetic in a way, the old school and the new clashing like this. Every troop in Lucian's Order baring his sigil of a crimson eye crying blood emblazoned on their chest or arms like bright red bullseyes for the targeting computers of the machines they did battle against. Scrap metal wielded like swords, clubs, and spears against lasers, bullets, and plasma sabers. At first it seemed like the lines were squared at the first hundred yards into the mechanical installations around the beachhead where the undeadite army had made it's unheard of entrance. But as machines designed to destroy and incompasitate living creatures or robots they were slightly confused.
Because here you had something that moved like a biologic, struck like a biologic, and could be torn apart like any other biologic but these creatures did not perish from mortal wounds. Even after soaking up tremendous amounts of damage with no regard for it's own existance they kept coming like a robot. But they had no power source, and EMP had no affect what so ever. Unthinking, unfeeling, and uncaring they stormed in bashing, tearing, and gnashing their many fanged maws like some monster with many, many hands.
Lucian had bid adieu to Myst a while back, giving her own main out post to destroy while he took the Air Control Tower almost a quarter mile into the city. Half of his guard of ten had been torn assunder or otherwise indisposed leading patrols and storm troops away from himself. They were fodder, expendable, and would just add to the chaos he'd hoped to inflict upon the mechanical city so dependant on timing and scheduals.
Scouting around a corner Ostrum spotted the area that he was looking for. And much to his dismay three centurions that appeared to have major upgrades were guarding the Air Control Tower. Ducking back around the side the Master Vampire commanded three of his followers foward and to face the other way. One by one he stabbed into their back with his fingers drawing rotting blood. From that seeping wound he drew a sigil not unlike the one painted on their chest but with the tear drop becoming a sword piercing the crimson eye. A snap of his fingers and the foul icor flared to unlife and he sent the trio charging into the tenticled mechas in the way of their master's way.
The zombies didn't stand a chance.
Metal coils severed limbs and crushed bones. Heads popped off while legs flailed about and narry a scatch was to be placed on their tough plating coating their mechanical bodies. That was until one of them wrapped their digits around the back of one of the shock troops and it triggered the fell magic Lucian had instilled there. Like a flesh clad bouncing bettie the move triggered all three unliving bombs to explode with enough force to not only decimate the guards but implode the heavy steel door in on it's self.
Not sparing a moment as he led his remaining two troops through the threshold Lucian did pause long enough to register that the robotic eye of one of the creatures hadn't been pierced by bone or shrapnel, still functioning on an emergency level it glowed a softer red than before. Leaning down the bloodsucker grinned into the camera he knew would be transmiting to Legion eventually.
"Long time no see Simon, hope you've kept my seat warm. Oh, and I told you I'd be back. See ya soon!"
The last thing transmitting was Lucian's heel as it dug into the eye finally destroying it. Tromping in with his fodder leading the way for any traps the war effort was going well, if slow. Next stop, top floor!
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Post by Psychosis on Apr 28, 2007 11:26:43 GMT -5
Amon's eyes flared open, he could sense something above the surface of the water.. an ancient and dark magic was being used within Robotropolis. He couldn't tell just what it was, but coupled with the sudden discovery of a scanning unit in a supposedly unoccupied sector of ocean.. he knew something was happening, something big.
"Ci Ci my dear, I think we'd best get to the surface and land ashore.. so if you wouldn't mind, could you set this thing on full throttle? I can blind the scanning unit long enough for us to slink by.. I have a feeling we've stumbled on to something, and we need to find out just what."
A hint of anxiety and nervousness was in Amon's voice. Something about the disturbance he'd sensed set him off, it was difefrent from the magic and essence of Syntaru, but on an equal level of darkness and evil. He could also sense several explosions and radio shockwaves as well as an unMobianly level of death and unlife.
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Post by Lucian on Apr 28, 2007 23:03:55 GMT -5
"Top floor, minion."
After a moment of stupidly staring at the wall, Lucian sighed and tapped the elevator button himself. Sometimes dealing with creatures that required direct orders were such a pain when it came to the more simple functions like satire and sarcasim. But then again, with what he had on his back there was little doubt indeed that he'd be having many more like the two in front of him in the not so distant future. The weapon gave the vampire pause, a brief moment to revel in his subteranian discovery, a piece of Evil it's self given physical form. The only other artifact he'd ever uncovered with more power was the lightless black sphere he kept in the pocket dimension in his inner vest pocket.
In truth the vampire thought with a brief longing for a different form, the shield on his back would have been just as affective and a great deal more flashy as sword or perhaps a staff, but there was only so much that could be done with the precious, rare, and one of a kind crystal ore. Too brittle to shape long enough for the second and too dull for the first he'd opted to go the other root when forming tools of darkness, he'd ground the thing up into dust and ran it through the smelter in the bottom of his Sandopolis Fortress. The process had destroyed the machine in the process and many of the minions used to opperate it but his working had been a success, and the shield he now bore was worth the weight and cost to use the item.
As the lift stopped at the top he found the top most area almost completely deserted. No living creatures remained, wisely evacuating when their strongest guards were rent to scrap metal in so short a time. Only a diagonistic computer running it's programs remained, it didn't even have any weapons. The two zombies made short work of the robot, it's metal hide crunching into the asphalt bellow, the shattered glass of the window it sailed through following it shortly after.
All it took was entering a disk of silver plastic into the mainframe and radar becons shut down, running lights flickered off, and intel network that gave Legion his view of th skies was blinded. Replaced by a crafty virus the good doctor had created for just this occation. Now the line of lights that ran across the city blinked in a progressive line from the outside in, flashing for but a moment and then going out again. To the effect of a bullseye going to the central command at the very core of the robotic capital.
The move was unnecessary, as Robotnik already obviously had all the schematics and blueprints of his own city. But the effect was not lost on the undeadite. It sent a message, and painted a brand. Simon's hidey hole had become one giant target for the Eggman Empire.
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Post by CC on Apr 30, 2007 14:32:14 GMT -5
(ooc- this is going to be a quick one for obvious reasons and am only writing as CC... sorry Syth, but I want to make sure I do a worthy post for what you have given me)
CC nods silently and turns back to the controls, starting up the engines with little difficultly so that soon they are back up and moving, this time quite quickly, through the dark waters. As they get closer to Robotropolis more and more remnants of metallic structures and creatures can be seen, litterred about the ocean floor but also strategically placed for those who can notice, to try and keep people out by creating almost a fence of metal.
This does not stop the feline from maneuvering expertly throughout the deep blue and soon they find themselves heading upwards towards the surface to where the feline believes they will be able to land. soon they break the surface on the water and CC pulls in as close as she can to the shore, there is enough litter to be able to follow a path to solid ground from what she can tell and she smiles as she shuts off the engines once more. "Allright, looks like we are as close as we are going to get- if there is someone about searching for us, they are going to have a hard time spotting our vessel amongst all the other garbage around here... most likely anyways. Shall we have a bit of a peek outside to see what we can see?"
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Post by Lucian on Apr 30, 2007 17:05:46 GMT -5
Explotions, the sound of warfare, and general destruction ran through out the city on this Northern portion of Robotropolis. The attack was full on now, but Legion had many more troops than Lucian and even with the plus of being stange and dead that advantage did not hold for long. Certainly not long enough to win this war solo, and certainly not to keep Simon's troops at bay from him at much longer. Already the tide was turning and the vampire was wondering where the good doctor was at this point.
Everything had gone according to plan so far, and the becon message he'd sent allong with the coordinants of any minute changes to the area had all been successfully transmitted. Now, with the main infantry of the dead in he was awaiting the nautical calvary back up to finish the job and purge the wounded wolf from the robot city.
Having nothing better to do, he checked on each of his generals mentally or via communicator. In truth the ability was as limited as the creatures intelligence so he got nothing but the sensation of "still moving" or "truely dead" from the zombies, though there were far to many to keep track of individually. The neophytes were a bit more distinct, larger dots of red behind the grim overlord's closed eyes and from them emotion could be gleamed. Anger at being wounded, exhiliration at haivng won a battle, or fear as they lay perishing for a second time. Despite common belief it was the insane that did not still fear death, not just the undead.
Next came the generals, the full fledged vampires that had proven themselves worthy of the mantle Vampire. Their thoughts, the surface ones at least were conveyed, each of them directing their platoon of undead in various ways, so far none of them were down but the progress of destroying all of LEgion's forces had come to a stalemate. Lastly, was his kindred, Myst at first her natural persona fought in the intrusion into her mind but eventually he saw through her eyes and spoke into her mind.
"You are behind schedual my little Bloodsickle, unleash your power and destroy that tower that impedes your master's path! Glory in all that is to be undead and show them no quarter!"
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Myst the Hedgie
Honorary Magistrate
Snowbound Hedgie
*throws a snowball at you*
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Post by Myst the Hedgie on May 5, 2007 11:22:00 GMT -5
Myst shook her head some as the echoiing voice of Lucian swept through her mind. She was not used to the telepathic communication of the Vampire kin. She closed her eyes and concentrated, the orb tucked away in a sub-void began to glow a bright aqua blue and Myst felt her energy and control over the element increase. She opened her eyes once more, a wide fanged grin upong her visage as she clenched her fists and called a massive hailstone.
The frozen hunk of atmosphere crashed into the final tower, flatening it and all that were still inside. She took a moment to admire the destruction and devastation around her. Frozen machines and soldiers alike. She collected what remained of her undead combatants and forged deeper through the city, heading towards Lucian's position, removing any of Legion's units that happened to get in her way with little resistance. She finally caught up with the Master Vampire and bowed her head.
"Forgive my tardiness, I'm still getting used to this unlife and all this power, it's all s till a little overwhelming. But fear not, master, it shant happen again."
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Post by Lucian on May 6, 2007 3:09:10 GMT -5
OOC: I'll post again when I see something from Cici or Stealth. Otherwise it's just going to be a one sided waffle stomp fest.
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Post by CC on May 6, 2007 23:46:06 GMT -5
(ooc- better late than never, ne? sorry Syth m'dear, but here I am! not great, but passable)
The piratical lass does not jump, though she is startled by the sudden appearance of the vangaurd who joins her upon the great airship. She covers by grinning and winking slyly at him, tilting her cavalier hat so that the feathers lift up slightly into the air, showing off plumage like a great bird showing off, "If it be a ship then I know how to handle her, there be no worries of that Twighlight my dear! I do expect the full story of what has happened when we have a bit more time on our hands, it seems like you have caused quite the ruckus as per usual!"
She laughs cheerfully, her buoyant personality flaring up like a well-stoked flame with the promise of more adventures. She takes only another moment to study the Vanguard before her, curiousity bubbling at the edges of her eyes but more serious matters forcing her to turn her attention to other things. Turning to the skeleton crew she calls out to them in a hearty and loud voice, "Haul anchor ye scurvy bits of bone! Set sail fer..." she hesitates slightly, turning her gaze to the deathog and raising an eyebrow as if wondering which direction would be the best to go, "tis your choice, the way is clear as of yet but as ye said, we do not have much time as I do be seein' the troops already setting against us. Tell me where ta go an' I will lead ye there!"
Flipping a bit of stray hair off of her face, wind starting already to blow about them as the vessel lifts off the ground and starts to rise steadily and carefully into the air, the nautical lass touches the wheel of the ship - carressing it with a strong leather-gloved hand, ready to call out the next direction to those who are now willing to obey her very order as soon as it is given to her by her strange companion.
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Post by Lucian on May 10, 2007 0:33:10 GMT -5
Vanguard Twilight wrapped skull in his cloak and quickly stowed it below deck in a locker. He narry had time to smile as he dashed out back to the deck, the crew already readying the magical engines that turned the propellers and powered the turning blades that allowed the airship to manouver through the skies.
"Head for the Eye in the sky, I'll see if I can't open up a portal way to the Realm of the Living now that Thanatos isn't completely hampering my powers. From there it should be easier to find a gate back to the Chaos Realm where you can drop me off and you can take your crew to any one of the worlds accessible from the Hall of Portals.
Now fly lass, and don't dawdle, I'm going to have my hands full not getting shot down from the crow's nest!"
As the ship disembarked from the balcony extending from the tower it's self the deathog noticed the two smaller ships teaming with undead soliders coming around the far side of the structure. Removing his staff, which glowed with a faint white luster the vanguard lept up and ran up the mast as if it were flat turf. A never leap righted him as he landed in the crow's nest and began his chanting that would hopefully lead him from this litteral death trap and complete the first of his many goals.
Passage ways granted to those in power and knowledge. Paths to light, and love, and life. Open unto me and my fellows so we may bask once more in the radiance of heaven. Deliver us from this vile place with it's fallen heroes and villains that could find no solice in the afterlife. Banish us from this neutrality of spirit and purpose. Remove us from this land with out end and salvation. Harken forth and open the way for this Servant of the Light. Part the veil and show us the way, show us the way, SHOW US THE WAY!"
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Post by Shae the Bat on May 11, 2007 12:23:34 GMT -5
Doctor Eggman's carrier craft briskly flew through the cloud filled air on his route to Robotropolis. He had heard word that Lucian's ground assault had taken down the key Anti-Air and Anti-Sea towers on the South-Eastern coastline of the steel city. No doubt, his undead trooper was now forging deeper into the city. The Doctor could not help but smile, glancing out the side window of the control room to see Crocbot's naval armada vastly further ahead of the large aircraft. They would hit the city first and bombard the unimportant structures of the city and key defense plots around them. All of which could be rebuilt very easily when the time came.
Oh yes, Eggman's day of redemption, of reclamation would soon be at hand.He would arrive much much later. Even with the naval forces, the battle would be almost dead even in terms of losses and destruction. Legion was no fool after all.. and in the time that Eggman has been away one could only imagine what the diabolical wolf has had time to experiment with and create. But it was all of no consequence to the good doctor, no. He had more than his fair share of tricks up his sleeve.
He turned his head to the opposite window, his precious pet dragon Apophis was flying alongside the craft, its new weapons and its "special delivery" all ready to be used and tested in combat. Eggman turned his head forward again and clicked a button on his chair. A small screen popped up from the arm and it displayed a list of ancient musics, from the era long before the dawn of the Mobians. A particular track caught his eye "Flight of the Valkrye" was its title.. he selected and the heavily orchestral piece began to play over the ship's comm system. Yes.. this was going to be a brutal war..
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Post by CC on May 12, 2007 11:29:50 GMT -5
Even though she is hurt, the painkillers and extra bandages help the black-furred feline hop over to the hatch once everything is shut down - everyone within the small space feeling a bit nervous due to what they had experienced thus far. Amon was lost in concentration and until they got out of the water, Tayuu would be no help, but part of CC was reluctant to open the hatch to see what was outside. Sighing she forces a smile upon her face and reaches up, twisting a half turn counter-clockwise and nodding as a sigh of air escapes as pressure is released. She pushes up the heavy hatch and cautiously pops her head outside, taking a quick look around. She hesitates at the top, not believing what is before her green eyes - Robotropolis was not only up and running, but it had been reinforced with thousands of machines flying and flitting about. Sounds that had been muffled by the water and the metal of their little sub now hit her sensitive ears full force as she scanned the area. Explosions, metal grinding upon metal, hovercrafts and other ships darting to and from everywhere. It was a wonder, with all this activity, that they had managed to get in without being noticed... well, as far as she knew. For all the spritely feline knew, some unknown group could be on their way to pick up the three weary travellers and there was no way of knowing if they would be friend or foe.
She drops down again into the hold, eyes wide and and full of fear. Sitting down heavily on the floor, CC looks at Amon, shaking her head in utter disbelief, "Amon... Tayuu... we've enterred a freaking war zone. I don't know what to do, hell, what can we do?! There are scouts and things all over Robotropolis, well, as far as I can see anyways and it looks as if there are more coming in - but it is looking messy and unfriendly here! I can hear discharge of weapons in the distance, so either they are practicing or there is some fighting going on... but I have no idea who or what. What I do know is that we are NOT safe here, not in any way shape or form, kind of stuck in between a rock and a hard place."
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The pirate woman is quick to call out orders once she has an idea of where to go - the large glowing eye was not exactly her first choice of destinations, but if it instilled within her the same sense of forboding and fear then it was sure to affect the other denizens of the realm. Her questions were left unanswerred, but she knew better than to press things, but one thing was for certain - she was with Paladin Twilight for this adventure and more if she could have her way about it! He would be hard-pressed to get rid of her now, with the promise of so much intrigue and interest abounding - she may be frightened, but adrenaleine did wonders for this particular wench.
With a spirited call to her crew to sail towards the eye she feels the ship smoothly turn and head in that direction, going at a fair pace. It was a fine ship, but the ones behind were juist as fine and she was disheartened to find that there were no cannons aboard the vessel - that was something that would certainly have to be remedied as soon as possible. Any weapons that were aboard were strange to her finely tuned eye, but it would not stop her from learning. Casting a glance up at the Vangaurd she finds herself staring instead at the direction that he looking as he finishes his incantation. To her, the deathog had always had a poetic flare, but in all her time of knowing him, never did she know him to have abilities such as what she saw now, following his gaze towards the blazing eye before them.
Just before the eye there was something akin to an energy storm as the very fabric of the realm was torn assunder to make a rift that would hopefully become large enough for them to travel through. The turns her attention towards that, steering the vessel cautiously but quickly as she calls out to the crew various orders which they follow without question or fail... it was going to be close, but she was sure that they would make it.
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Fresh Meat
Ninja Pirate Neko
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Post by Tayuu on May 14, 2007 4:49:31 GMT -5
“Ehhhhhhh?” said Tayuu half in disbelief despite being able to clearly hear the sounds outside.
The catboy quickly scrambled forward and around CC before moving up and popping his head up out of the hatch. He quickly ignored the surrounding body of water as he witnessed the shocking scene before him. A set of three machines flew high overhead and Tayuu’s eyes darted everywhere they could, taking in as much as possible, his mind hoping no one was looking his way. He was sure that in the distance he could see the trails of released missiles and the flashes of large explosions.
He slowly bobbed his head back down and looked to Amon; “Talk about ‘out of the frying pan’… it’s a nightmare out there. What are we going to do?”
(ooc: me being useless as always, but tis a reaction at least)
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Post by Lucian on May 15, 2007 17:15:57 GMT -5
With Twilight consentrating on the portal, electric dimensional energies crackling all around as they neared the rift, the persuant ship opened fire. Great flaming spheres of green flame roared through the sky frighteningly close to the airships balloon and the vanguard almost got his head taken off by a near miss.
But it was to no avail, the Pirate geared it through the rift just in time, the empherial lights and magic of enter zone travel whisking by them as the opening slammed shut once Paladin ceased his concentration. Though the last thing the team inside the shifting zone heard was the tell tale curse of the other crew loudly lamenting their loss of prey.
Jumping down to the deck the ex-reaper looked very worse for wear. His body was thinner and his face more lined as if from great stress. Holding open a doorway this big with out a tool from the Dead Realm took a massive effort and he appeared out of commisson for now.
"Our troubles are not over yet, I'm affraid. I was just barely able to open a portal way wide enough for the ship, but as we have much more mass and weight than just a pair of souls we'll have to take a longer route to the Realm of the Living. Be warned, there are all kinds of things that can pop up in a Warp Zone. Time and Space are not as constant, or as caring, as they are in solid zones where the laws of the gods and physics apply. There's no telling what we'll see or hear and there are grim things that stalk the ways between worlds so be on guard."
A voice harkens from the stern of the ship. A pair of roughly the same height people cloaked in gray, but not drab robes stand idly there, unconscerned or affraid of the skeletal crew, the pirate, or vanguard.
"Was he always so bloody talkative lass?" "As far as I have known him my friend, though she's prettier than I recall. . . "Aye, there is that. Always a looker that seafaring sassy."
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