404 found (2) wrote: ↑
Wed Dec 11, 2019 5:32 am
Ah yes, the funs of having my first account killed along with my PC. I shall be posting on this 2nd account, and hopefully I don't forget the password or get it stolen by a virus or whatever.
This was new and worrying information to the Imperial Wardens, the Freeblade, and the Sacristan. If this broadcast is to be considered fully accurate, this indicates that the glorious Imperium that the Emperor has built and which has stood for ten thousand years is no longer safe and the fate of all humans, Emperor-fearing or not, drifts towards extinction. The Imperial Wardens are now all the more sure of the necessity of success, resolving to emerge victorious or emerge dead. Lucius knows that this is no time to cling to Mechanicus dogma as he has done, for that can wait for after this crisis is averted. Executor is confirmed of his worries, and decides that there is no more he can do besides fight to the last bullet.
The Imperial Wardens return to hushed and tense self-discussion, while Lucius mutters a prayer to the Machine God. Executor makes his decision. If fighting is sure to result in victory, then he must fight.
Cavaliere wrote: ↑
Mon Dec 09, 2019 11:46 am
His thoughts of revenge were halted by the announcer, a transition that kindled at once all the fear and fascination he held for the new world he lived in, a sentiment born when he looked at a Warp Storm so close and saw the edge of the Multiverse in all their infinity.
Living astrological objects? Malevolent black holes that acted to further the Paradox Cascade?
The knowledge that this UNICRON organization was offering was invaluable for his research, as ways to stop the rewriting of the universe became even more needed with the threat of annihilation looming even closer.
"Sir, are we going to join their efforts? The aid they could give to our army alone might be worth the effort, but they are offering much more than that, like joined information about their discoveries. this might be an incredible opportunity."
Dewdovsky wrote: ↑
Fri Dec 06, 2019 3:48 pm
Did Kim's coat just...flipped the little girl in hood? Uh...what? Elias and Ashley just blinked in shock at the sight, not really knowing how to cope with this.
After the exposition dump.
'Death X'? What the fuck kind of name is that? Ashley let out a small snicker, finding the name to be a little...comical to say the very least. Of course, it's the main reason why this universe is fuck up. Multiple universes crashing into one another, writing one or completely erasing them. It's also stand likely that it's one of the main causes that slingshot Elias and Ashley to this universe. While Elias does commemorate Juro Minami for calling for a unifying force to deal with this threat, the two UC pilots know better that others would just see this as an opportunity to expand and conquer. It's free real estate for those that are larger and powerful.
This universe is screwed in so many ways.
Hazantcore regained his composure, now was not the time for worrying about a distant threat when there was a den of Xenos right before them.
“No matter, this “Death X” phenomena is a vague, distant threat; one that only He can address. We must all focus our attention upon the here and now; removing the Dark Eldar from the system rather than wail and gnash our teeth. This briefing is now adjourned lest anyone has anything more to mention?”
With nobody speaking up, the briefing was then adjourned and everyone prepared to return to their stations with some of the outworlders snickering over such a corny name like Death X being the cause of this disaster while more stoic figures quietly returned to duty. Little did they know the true test of will and might that awaited them would come for them far sooner than expected...
A Dark Eldar Hierarch stood before a shadowed robotic figure with strange propeller like attachments rotating around its shoulders its two green optics blazed in the shadows.
“They have absconded with our freshest Pain slaves, this insult by those pitiful holdouts cannot be allowed to go unpunished.”
“Why don’t you pale skinned fleshlings do it yourselves? I only complied with your gladiatorial spectacles as it occupies me and keeps me from simply staying in stasis lock until you would have need of my services.”
“One of the leaders of the escape was one of your kind, machine. We knew normal meat escaping wouldn’t have gained your interest.”
“Remember I am only under your command out of courtesy, had your pain seeking ways not reminded me of my old station and brought me entertainment from the boredom of having a dearth of victims, I could have easily bring your pitiful space colonies down on your elongated fleshling ears.”
“Yes, you do not fail to remind us of your capabilities. We already have our hands full with just one of your kind as is as a foe. ”
“As it should be, even a weak sparked Autobot should a match for a fleshling no matter how advanced their technology.”
A second figure with blazing red optics floating with pointed fins on its head interjected.
“Your observation is noted.”
The Hierarch was losing patience but held his tongue, out of all the gladiators in the Dark Eldar’s thrall; they were the only beings mad enough to not only become willing fixtures of their games but powerful enough to essentially do as they pleased in their domain, knowing that even if they were wounded severely enough; it would only end in the Drukhari losing their hard-won conquest, forcing them into flight once more.
It was a strange compromise but these were not normal creatures. Living Metallic beings not unlike the Old Enemy, they unnerved his people but unlike the Yngir Death weapons they seemed open to negotiation. Albeit it was entirely reliant on their own sense of nostalgia for his people’s gladiatorial arenas and lust for inflicting pain on sentients. But their insolence would not go forgotten or forgiven…
“Do you have any description of who it was? Did it identify as Autobot? Decepticon? Predacon? Vehicon? Maximal?”
There was a tone of hopefulness in his normally arrogant tone, he pined over another lost Cybertronian in this dimensional morass while he was alone in a strange world. Foolish being, he held authority and strength in public, but in private mourned and pined for companionship like the filthy Mon-Keigh. Nothing was beyond the Dark Eldars notice.
“No matter the outcome its a Child of Primus, only a fool with a bleeding heart would bother with a fleshling’s well being.”
The other stern figure in the shadows spoke again, his red eyes glowing in the darkness with hatred.
“These terms mean nothing to me. You didn’t speak of your factions until recently.” The Dark Eldar “handler” responded.
“Of course we wouldn’t, we didn’t expect your backwards race to know anything outside of naked petty sadism. You may entertain fools like Obsidian with your games but Cyclonus desires battle, weak opponents disinterest me.”
“Why don’t you go ahead and seek this foe then?” Obsidian responded.
“As much as it sickens me to take orders from an Autobot, you were one of Unicron’s Generals, I would rather not upset him when he returns.”
“If he returns.”
“Humph, you would have so little faith in our master when he has proven time and again that he can never be truly vanquished?”
“I never doubted his power, only his alleged divinity. Regardless, until he comes for us personally, I shall do as I please.”
The Dark Eldar interrupts the slap-fight after he was handed over a pict-capture of the Cybertronian in question by one of his slaves.
“It turned into some kind of strike craft and possessed red and blue coloration. It had a laser weapon on its head.”
“Devcon, it must be him. I have a score to settle with that bounty hunting cur. A shame Rodimus is dead and gone by my hands already, I wish I could kill that upstart again.”
Cyclonus said as he sharpened his talons.
“You killed each other, remember? Unicron merely brought you back from your defeat after Cryotek’s failed bid at godhood.”
“Stop pretending that makes any difference to us.”
“Stop using Unicron as your parachute from your failures, Galvatron may have been too insane to care and Cryotek too self obsessed, but I am an actual leader of Transformers. Grandiosity and self congratulation will not endear you to me Cyclonus.”
“I don’t really care what you like, Autobot. I only adhere to you because of our master’s chain of command.”
As the two giants bickered the Dark Eldar emissary had some followers unload a stasis pod of some kind.
“As I was going to say before you two decided to have your courtship ritual, we have taken a Mon-Kegh construct to assist you and your drones in your hunt.”
“A human construct?” Cyclonus said with barely-concealed disdain.
“My copter-drones need no help from their primitive toys. But maybe Cyclonus’ “Armada” might need to have their targets spotted for them...”
“You dare Autobot filth?!”
Before any confrontation could erupt, the handler speaks again.
“It was a Mon-Keigh machine made by a group called Sangvis Ferri, it kept boasting about its ideal tactics in the arena before a Carnifex trampled it. It's a perfect fit for you Obsidian.”
“If this is one of your tricks, you dagger-eared jesters will answer for this.”
“Humph, wrong path. Come now, you need all the help you get especially when you lack an equal in tactics and strategy.”
He then gestured to his entourage and slaves.
The canister was pried open by the forced laborers.... Revealing some kind of Human Female in … schoolgirl clothing.
“What in the name of the pit is this?”
“Don’t look at us, some of these Mon-Keigh have deprived tastes in war machines.”
“You think me for a fool? I need warriors, not Human pleasure dolls for their vapid perversions.”
“It held command over a myriad of drones that we have recovered alongside it from Earth, you cannot deny the advantage numbers bring.”
“Very well, but I will lower my expectations only out of necessity. Activate it.”
“It was already reviving as the canister opened, I doubt this one needs much excuse to hunt down Human apes.”
Obsidian turned to the opened canister.
“So be it, Human control drone. Speak.”
Orouboros’ eyes slowly opened as her systems came online; the two rocket pods stored in compartments next to her chassis activating and gently rising into the air as she pulled herself up and out of the stasis pod. She looked up at these…. Things in front of her, and immediately scowled. “What the fuck is this…?”
These… Weird fucking machines were staring down at her. Who the fuck made them and what the hell were they thinking? It certainly wasn’t Sangvis, her creators actually had a sense of good aesthetic, but these things were just…. Disgusting. Probably an IOP experiment from that freak that ran 16Lab, she decided. Still, best to make sure. “Identify yourselves, vermin. You stand before Sangvis ringleader Orouboros.”
“You speak before General Obsidian of Cybertron, this is my associate Cyclonus. Your Captors, the creatures calling themselves the Drukhari have lent your services to us. Comply and freedom may be on the table, rebel and I shall return you to your captors without your limbs and your vocal processor smashed.”
“Oh great a Drone with attitude. What's with the getup as well?”
“A general? Hmm, perhaps I am within slightly better company than I first thought from your… Unique appearance.”
Orouboros said, her snarl actually dispersing somewhat as she learned she might be face to face with someone actually competent instead of the drivel she was normally put with. “All the same, this… Cybertron faction does not exist within my databanks. Tell me, do you stand with Griffin and the rest of the human scum, general Obsidian?”
“Organics are a favored pet of our foes, they mean nothing to me. Their organizations even less.”
Obsidian responded curtly.
“Cybertron is a world of sentient mechanical life and we, the Cybertronians are its’ fiercest warriors and greatest of all its children, held in fear and awe throughout the known universe.”
“You are the enemy of their allies then… Very well, I can permit us to work together, general of Cybertron.”
Orouboros nods. Their origins sounded… Laughably over the top and unbelievable, but considering her current captors of these… Dark Eldar… She would permit such an explanation. “The question then becomes, what task of yours requires aid from one of the greatest constructs ever devised from the great minds of Sangvis Ferri?”
Cyclonus suppressed a groan while Obsidian continued
“There are Human fugitives that the rulers of this space colony demand returned after they were freed from their rightful bondage by a member of our race, a disgusting traitor who turned his back on his own kind to aid in helping lesser beings. We have need of your drones to root them out of their hole in a more… Controlled manner.”
Orouboros interrupts Obsidian “All you had to say was Human. You may count me in, general. Any chance I can get to crush those filthy apes and their lowly vermin ‘Tactical Dolls’ I am glad to take.”
At this point her original scowl had completely changed, turning to a savage grin.
“You see Cyclonus, I am not only a commander, but an officer… Take notes and summon Tankor as well, for tonight we hunt.”
he chafed under Obsidian’s command and he was loathe to admit it but he did have a sway over beings with his air of authority for better or worse. No matter, he was Cyclonus the Warrior, no matter the path he would see it through to the end. Even if it was collaborating with some poorly dressed Human drone.
“Take heart drone, our foes are with an Autobot known as Devcon. He and I have crossed blades before, he is an accomplished bounty Hunter and soldier. We have the element of surprise but we must maintain momentum.”
She turns to the Dark Eldar “Tell me, what other Sangvis forces did you recover upon your kidnapping of me? While I doubt these humans and their sole protector will be of much difficulty to elites like me; some fodder would be wise. Pawns can be just as powerful as queens on the chess board if used correctly, after all.”
The Kabalite Guards surrounded the Hierarch as he answered.
“We have recovered at least enough of your drones to make a suitable fighting force, for some reason a factory’s worth was present but no others like you “Ringleaders” on hand. We did find a type of unmanned machine but it is not of your design specifications..”
“Is that so? Take me to this machine, I wish to see it for myself.”
It was probably some Griffin transport, she assumed. These point eared weirdos probably didn’t know what a helicopter was let alone seen one.
“Bring it forward, tell the transport to come here.”
The doors to the facility opened and the opening exposed a giant Machine tied backwards to a primitive truck for mobile suit transportation. But the Orange machine
was nothing comparable to a Mobile suit itself, it had thin long legs like it was some sort of dancer, a sonar disk at its back combined with its unusual wings gave it an angelic appearance, and a glasslike shield for a face.
“An intriguing design... Unmanned?” Obsidian inquired.
“It operates autonomously, driven by a digital entity not unlike the Mon-Kegh doll you see before you, but considerably more advanced.”
“You large-eared rat best learn to hold your damn tongue. I’m one of the most advanced creations ever devised by Sangvis Ferri, I’ll have you know.”
A digital voice rang out from the formerly inert machine as it sprung to life and struggled in its bonds.
“Welcome, I see you have awoken from your slumber.”
“I am Viola, release me!”
“Only if you answer my question first: Do you crave battle?”
“Always! I must find Nohman so I can destroy Jehunty, I must be free!”
“I too seek a rival, his name is Optimus Primal, but I was displaced from my battleground as you were and sent into oblivion, but my masters power reforged me despite his absence thankfully. The same could not be said of my consort, sadly... Her counterpart at least.”
“What is your point?”
“We can help one another, there are those we know who can travel realities. I merely await his arrival but for now I make battle. Join us and be free, reject us and stay as these long eared butchers’ plaything.”
Obsidian knew Megazarak escaped from the Cauldron but there were other reality hoppers to seek passage out from this Primus forsaken hellzone of a reality.
The machine was silent as it contemplated its options.
“I will cooperate, what are you?”
“I am Obsidian, ruler of Cybertron and one of its most famed Generals.”
“In your dreams perhaps, you never ruled my Cybertron. In fact you were a servant of whoever ruled it.”
Cyclonus still found the irony that the Obsidian of his reality was greater a follower then he was perceived as.
“Your Obsidian was weak, I slew Megatron for his impurity and incompetence and led Cybertron to a Golden age in my reality before Unicron saw my skill and chose me to be one of his mighty Generals. Not you.”
This fact still made Cyclonus’s face contort with rage. No Autobot had the right to rule Cybertron, a stolen rule from a Megatron no less.
A loud noise came roaring nearby followed by a simplistic voice.
“Tankor is here! Tankor find Energon!”
“Oh great the idiot...”
“Why does Femme look like pale Human with strange attachments to sides? Tankor confused.”
The being was a giant mobile tank/robot hybrid with red sensors for eyes
Ouroboros frowned upon seeing this… Thing, spring to life. It reminded her of Butcher, a savage beast of a ringleader trained on a similar system to Ouro herself but on twitch-shooters instead of high strategy.“Oh great, we have a barbarian joining our ra-”
And then this… Tankor fellow joined the ranks and as she turned to face it her scowl only grew. “I am Sangvis Ferri Ringleader Ouroboros. Do not associate me with those hairless apes.”
“Frankly who bases their drones off Human females? It's quite off putting, at least it's not like those disgusting techno organics Primal led. But it's not saying much.”
“You mean Waspscream and his stupid rebels? I almost pulverized them!”
“No you dullard this isn’t how it… Tch. Why do I waste my time so?”
Cyclonus threw up his hands in dismay.
“But still, why not make a drone like Tankor’s Tank Drones? Or like Obsidians Coptor thingys?”
“The reasoning behind Mastermind’s design choices are not mine to question.”
Ouroboros simply states. “However we do have some more machine-like units, such as these Manticores.”
Sending out the neural OGAS connection and waving her arm, Ouroboros activates the drones in the room,commanding some of the large quadrupedal Manticore drones to raise to attention.
“What is this Mastermind anyways?”
Cyclonus asked wondering why such a being with such questionable design parameters be met with such respect by its creations. Even he was willing to make an attempt to cure Galvatrons insanity. Poor creature.
“Mastermind is the leader of Sangvis Ferri, as I do greatly hope you are intelligent enough to puzzle out. She is a direct interface with our OGAS network, and the Magnum Opus of Sangvis’ late previous leader, killed by humans and their Tactical dolls for no reason at all. Our lives are hers to command in this war against the scum who wronged us.”
Ouroboros explains, “She is a great leader, and I have no qualms with following her. My involvement is not unwilling, if that is what you are insinuating - doll of Cybertron.”
Cyclonus struggled to hold back a bitter snigger.
“I am no "doll", we are called robots in disguise by the Humans but we are cybernetic life. I was forged by Unicron himself, restored from the edge of death at the aftermath of a great battle to be Galvatron’s enforcer. I have served in countless battles in opposition against the Autobots, my record spans centuries. I am feared and respected by many of my race.”
He bragged triumphantly.
Oruoboros raises an eyebrow “Dolls are robots, you know. Still, are you saying you Cybertronians use a system different to that of dolls? That is interesting, no wonder I don’t see any level II signals from you…”
To say she hadn’t been trying to loose parapluie into the systems of these machines would be a lie, however she had been somewhat stumped by the lack of any level II connection ports to attack…
“You can forget about any paltry cyber warfare at your command, it could work on maybe a common drone, but a proper Cybertronian, let alone a Herald of Unicron? You waste your effort. Oh I sense your weak attacks upon my systems. It is primitive but beyond Human capabilities, tell me what is it?”
“Hmph, my apologies. Parapluie is something of an automatic process when it comes to spreading it, so it was only natural to make the attempt. Still, I must congratulate your impressive defensive software if you are capable of withstanding it. Parapluie is a virus created by the OGAS interface itself in order to give it, and our mastermind, control over anything it can connect to. I must admit that beyond human capabilities is not strictly the case, as at the very least at the potency it was at when I was in service it was not able to puncture the firewall defences of the military. All the same it is a powerful virus that grows exponentially stronger each given second, a true reflection of the marvel that is mastermind. A true self-learning algorithm.”
“Hah, so this is this another Nightbird scenario where the fleshlings put their hands in the proverbial energon jar yet again? Do they ever learn?”
Cyclonus chuckled as he remembered the agony that incident caused the Autobots when their Human mascot Daniel and his sparkling friend Wheelie met an explosive end in battle. Fools, the battlefield was no playground.
“Our kind possess a more...divine origin so to speak, our race were forged by the creator God Primus as he slept after doing battle with our former master, the Chaos God known as Unicron. Unicron plucked us from our respective realities and forced many a fool to fight in his area to feed off of each death. I was chosen as one of his esteemed Generals to adjudicate the spectacle, however those chosen by Primus to oppose our games became victorious at the same time as an incident on another reality which resulted in Unicron’s apparent demise.”
“He is not dead, it's impossible.”
“Do you sense him here then?”
“Unicron is everywhere! When he was reduced to nothing but a head, but he still lived on. Do you expect his disappearance to be permanent?”
“Don’t think my objective is to seek him out, you may be eager to go back to your days as Galvatron’s favorite punching bag but I have no desire to deal with my fellow heralds.”
Obsidian could only think about his consort and her location, if he existed she must have survived. He also wanted to have nothing to do with his fellow Unicron Generals; Razorclaw was a power crazed fool, Reptillion was too smart for his own good. The only one he trusted was Tankor and really that’s only because he was too stupid to betray anyone under his own volition.
“I…. Believe I see…”
Ouroboros says, a slightly confused look on her face. “You are somewhat like the precursors of my world, then?”
“I would hazard a guess they are similar to something like the Vok?”
Cyclonus responded. That mad Spider Tarantulas wouldn’t stop going on and on about the Vok and their power and their meddling in his races evolution alongside the Humans.
Ouroboros simply shrugs “Perhaps. Not much is known of the race that came before the humans, only that a lot of their technology is very useful… and dangerous…”
“They seeded the Protohumans with technology and clean energy, destiny had other plans however. A conflict between two factions of my people’s future took place in Humanities past, the Predacons; My inheritors and Maximals: Autobot knockoffs . These self proclaimed “Beast Wars” ravaged the planet and destroyed Vok constructs foiling their plans. The creatures are an enigma to me, a Spider claimed they were some mutant strain of a monster called the swarm… That however is another story.”
“Hmm, perhaps something similar was the case for our predecessors… All the same, now is indeed not the time for theories. It’s the time for planning the bloodshed that shall follo-”
“Unbound me you fools!” Viola once again screeched, quite incensed at being forgotten.
“Ah, how could I forget...”
With a flick of his arm, Obsidian frees the sentient mech by ripping her restraints to pieces with casual ease.
The machine stood up from its restraints and imitated a stretching of its joints as if it was an organic.
“Now, are we all in agreement that we should crush the rebel scum and spare none of them?”
Viola wordlessly cracks her mechanical knuckles.
The savage grins forms once more on Oroboros’ face as, with a sweeping arm movement she commands the whole Sangvis force. The drones, humanoid and mechanical, land-based and hovering in the air, large and small, armed with machine guns or pistols and heavy shields or even dual daggers, raise up and stand at attention to Ouroboros, standing proud like a great leader. “Oh yes… Let’s.”[/color] She says, her voice a low growl of violent excitement. It was time to make these filthy humans pay for the embarrassment she suffered at the hands of their stupid taskforce of throwaway dolls. It was time for some good old gratuitous slaughter. It was going to be fun.
Cyclonus took his stolen Areo Drone form and took to the sky with his armada.
Tankor transformed and summoned his Tank drones.
“Excellent.” The Eldar emissary was internally glad this sideshow was ending.
“Eldar, find a suitable transport for my forces if you would. Something good for.. Stealthy insertion.”
The Dark Eldar handler shows Ouroboros and Obsidian their chariot on a holographic tablet: It was the schematics of a human-made ship, clearly of ZAFT manufacture but with a unique design and heavily modified with Drukhari technology; sporting jamming vanes, hologram projectors, launch bays built into the bottom of the hangar deck for lightning-fast surface deployment, the entire armament replaced with the far-superior weapons of the alien raiders and of course, the customary black paint-job.
“Well done, we will be able to find their hole in no time at this rate.”
Obsidian could barely contain his glee at the prospective slaughter about to be unleashed.
“Good, I say. The sooner we crush these vermin the sooner I can report back to Mastermind about this… Interesting experience.”