With the fistful of straws Ziah allotted to her suitor, it didn't take him long at all to draw the last one. For a woman with very few virtues to begin with, General Darksong considered patience and tolerance to be extremely low on her list of concerns. As such, Zedracus's comment about Ziah Darksong, a woman who had fought the Myrmidon to a stand-still, being made fit for his bedchamber....
Well, safe to say, the lorian commander's retaliation was not verbal in nature.
Faster than the human eye could comprehend, Ziah lifted her armored knee, shifted her leg outward, and thrust her boot towards Zed's chest in one of her trademarked, frequently-lethal, stomp kicks, aiming to send the Inevitable soaring across the bridge of the Fist.
When Zedracus betrayed his people and became the Inevitable One, part of his reward was being made "invincible." His durability was staggering under any circumstances; he had once taken the full force of a gamma burst while suffering only minor burns that swiftly healed. As such, Ziah's kick did not do any substantial damage to him, but the swiftness of her strike left him no time to attempt to evade or block it, and the sheer strength of her blow propelled him across the bridge, embedding him deeply in the reinforced metal of the opposite wall.
With an aggravated grunt, the Inevitable pulled himself from the wall, as damaged electronics showered him with sparks. "That was most ill-advised, my dear," he growled through gritted teeth. "It appears that I will need to teach you your place, after all." With that, he launched himself at the Lorian General, attempting to take her in a flying tackle.
The lorian was an entity of not only immense strength, but great skill and almost immeasurable speed. As such, she did not merely stand still and let the Inevitable One crash into her -- though the confined space of her ship did not allow her to completely evade the attack. While the armored blur managed to avoid a full-on tackle, she was rocketed into the opposite wall by an impromptu clothesline, creating a massive dent in the metal -- though leaving the vibranium alloy of Ziah's armor unscathed.
"My place," the lorian growled, reaching out with her powerful, gauntleted hands in an attempt to get a grip on Zedracus and manhandle him. "Is standing above you, my boot on your chest."
The Inevitable One was powerful; tempered steel crumpled in his grip like aluminum foil. However, even his pride could not force him to deny that Ziah Darksong was stronger, and immeasurably faster, to boot. She managed to avoid the full force of his attack, and countered with a speed that he simply could not match. However, Zedracus had never accepted that raw physical power won battles; skill and wit more frequently led to victory. Rather than pull back from Ziah's grasp, a reflexive move that would have been all but futile, he instead threw himself towards her, attempting to use her own strength as well as his to carry both of them through the very hull of the ship. After all, it would not do to cause too much collateral damage to the flagship of the Imperium; best they take their little "debate" outdoors.
Out of sheer frustration and no small amount of rage, Ziah released her second rare sound of the day -- a roar of anger. As Zedracus blasted into her and sending her blasting out through the hull of ship, quickly entering the atmosphere of the nearest planet, Ziah locked one hand onto the man's shoulder, pinning her feet at his hips. With her free hand she let loose with an unceasing volley of strikes, her fist driving forward and back like a 90-ton piston that happened to be aimed directly at Zed's heart. She knew he was too durable to bring down normally, as he'd already endured one of her more crushing strikes. It would take sustained strikes... if even those worked.
Zedracus would have given voice to his admiration for Ziah's raw power and fury, were it not for the combination of her heavy blows driving the air from his lungs and the sudden emergence into the vacuum of space preventing him from drawing breath. He did not require air to live, but he did require it to speak. As it was, he also had greater concerns.
The first of these was the fact that Ziah's relentless blows were destroying the breastplate of his armor. Composed of pure arcanium, one of the few materials ever rarer than vibranium, this was becoming an expensive dowry, indeed. There was also the very real possibility that blows of that strength would eventually wear down even his titanic resilience, and he had no intention of learning of his own limits in such a fashion.
Interjecting his right hand between her fist and his chest, he attempted to grab her hand when next it struck him. He did not expect to be able to incapacitate her, even if this ploy succeeded, but merely to slow her assault and provide him with the opening he needed to drive his helmeted head into her face in a brutal headbutt. A crass maneuver, to be sure, but free-falling towards a hostile planet was not the time be chivalrous. Even now, the flames of reentry to Earth's atmosphere were beginning to lick about their armored forms.
Ziah's mouth opened in a silent scream of pure rage, her roar swallowed by the emptiness of the cosmos. She made no attempt to pull her hand back from Zed's, allowing him to hold her fist within his. Instead, she immediately resorted to her other attack -- her bellow heralding an intense vibration in the ions around her. Crackling in the void, the flash of light was devoured by the darkness... but not before a dazzling beam of pure, untyped energy could crash down, aimlessly stampeding towards the Inevitable and tracking the dueling duo's descent.
The Eviscitor of the Abyssal Imperium stirred. Once a ball of almost constant motion, his undead status had changed him in profound ways. Cybernetics and unliving tissue did not require exercise to maintain strength and dexterity, and his untiring nature, combined with the fact that the ship's current commander had far fewer tasks for him than the previous one, meant that much of his time was spent in the perfection of his bladesmanship. There were, however, times when his role as the head of the flagship's defense required his attention.
This was such a time. Long-range scanners had picked up an incoming object, an object with a trajectory and energy signature that made it unlikely to be a meteor. Moving with his signature speed and the cold efficiency of the undead, he scrambled a wing of strikers, ordering them to wait to launch until they achieved visual confirmation.
A kilometer long silver toned and very alien looking vessel sped its way from Mars straight towards the Abyssal at speeds in the hundreds of thousands of kilometers per second, its location spontaneously appeared out of a wormhole near Mars when word got out on its trajectory towards the Imperium ship.
At most the fleet would have four minutes before it arrived.
Inside Nano Swarm Perspective
"Alert intruders have boarded the Epsilon I repeat intruders have boarded the Epsilon, Squads A through F defend the bridge, squad G and H defend the engineers from the Origin strike force all remaining squads are to follow me" Commander Delta was in charge of the current Nano Swarm forces aboard this ship.
Twenty Six Squads, three KIA and two MIA Delta interfaced with the hologram projector that linked into the ship like nerves in the nervous system.
five origin hostiles were detected and seen engaging Squad W a ten man group of mechanical humanoids which were quickly dispatched with amazing ease, the group to add insult to injury than posed in front of the automated squid like camera that gazed at them.
The Delta Commander was indifferent to the slain W squad and began counter measures, interfacing with the ship he ordered a administrative command Activate Ship internal defenses, Delta began multi tasking as he interfaced with the Nano Swarm link and micro managed the remaining twenty squads.
Inside Origin Strike Force Perspective
Trinity the red attired Origin with hair like fire gestured to her other team mates as they slowly advanced through the ship "They've activated the ships internal defenses, we're going to be deal-" she was interrupted as a blast of living sentient liquid metal came from underneath her and pinned her into the vessels ceiling
"Hold ON!" Gwen the blue clothed spell caster shouted as she went to aid her fellow team mate in trouble but before she could reach the liquid mass a Nano Swarm humanoid entered into view as one of the blast doors automatically opened.
"TIME TO DIE ORIGIN!"
it shouted as it wielded a massive energy sword and marched towards them, the largest of the Origin strike force named Brick sprinted forward with a battle cry as his ax clashed with the giants energy weapon.
"I need help now, it's f*&*ing eating me!" Trinity yelled as she felt the microscopic nanobots slowly but surely rip apart her body down to her very atoms itself, she attempted to burn the bots off with heat comparable to lava but all it did was make it more powerful.
"TARDO!"Gwen shouted with powerful blue eyes as she bought time for Trinity, the Nano Swarm's resistance to magic would only buy them a few seconds before Trinity would be consumed whole
"No that's not going to work" Max the leader said as he evaded to the right a jet of grey goo being propelled from the nano stalk.
"onerariam aliud!" Max's statement made Trinity disappear from the Goo's grasp and appear next to Max, she clutched her sides that were bleeding heavily as a result from the millions of micro blades that pierced her body countless times.
Sonic explosions from Brick and the mechanical figures might blows nearly knocked everyone over but one Origin Raphael a vampiric look fellow reached behind the Goo stalk while it had its attention focused on the others, "Origo LUCIS!" he shouted the Origin spell as pinks lights erupted from his eyes and atomized the sentient goo in the blink of an eye.
"HAAAAAAAAAH!"Brick shouted as he got the upper hand literally and cut the mechanical figure in half upwards, "Come on what are you all waiting for let's GO!"the nordic like man roared as he charged forward in a blood lust for the next combatant.
The Eviscitor delivered his commands in the same flat, emotionless voice that he had not deviated from since his transformation. Not waiting to observe the outcome of the encounter, he turned and strode from the bridge.
As the vessel had drawn closer to the Imperium's flagship, it had become obvious that the Strikers would be insufficient for such a task; their weapons not being designed to do significant damage to a capital ship. Instead, a squadron of automated Annihilators departed from the Demon's Fist and sped towards the oncoming foe. Slower, but more heavily armored than Strikers, each contained a payload of ion-nova ordnance. Once each explosive made contact with an enemy vessel (or its defensive shields), the initial blast would punch holes in the superstructure, and release the secondary attack: a massive ionic burst that would interfere with electronic systems.
Ship Epsilon's artificial intelligence detected the approaching ships through the cruiser's long range radar,after warning Commander Delta the ships A.I than received its instructions through the Swarm Link.
Delta: [Avoid unnecessary confrontation]
Epsilon A.I: [What methods do you wish for me to utilize?]
Delta: [Release the Nano Dazzlers and take evasive maneuvers as I prepare to utilize Slip Space portals]
Epsilon A.I: [As it is commanded it shall be done]
The Nano Swarm cruiser continued its pace even with the Annihilators heading to confront it, ion-nova ordnance were released in mass and sped towards the ship however the ship gracefully reacted by the time the projectiles were halfway from contact only then did silo's manifest and open up suddenly as blobs of grey gloo jettisoned violently from the Nano Cruiser, the Nano Dazzlers multiplied out of control from becoming hundreds of blobs one square meter in diameter to thousands in several hundred square meters of diameter all in literally the blink of an eye.
400 milliseconds, the A.I counted as it timed a sudden dive avoiding the barrage of attacks that all hit the Nano Dazzlers instead of the former however the ensuing ionic blast exploded outwards expanding rapidly towards the ship and weakened its shielding marginally.
Epsilon A.I: [We've avoided their first attack successfully, but they are likely to adjust tactics]
Delta: [I know...]
Inside Nano Swarm Perspective
Delta's mechanical fingers pressed rapidly against various holo screesn as he commanded the Nano Goo to replenish their depleted supply of Nano Dazzlers, it would take a minute before they can launch again
"Shields 80% and holding"Delta commented as one hand began adjusting weapon power to shield strength and recharge while the other hand pointed at nav point locations for each individual member of Squad K and Q to meet up.
"Perform these actions"Delta spoke as he inputted maneuver commands to the Epsilon's A.I, We may not be willing to attack them but we can avoid them for a sustained period of time Delta remained stationary for a moment as his internal components opened holes in the fabric of time and space, before the squadron could aim for another attack the holes in reality manifested in front of the the trajectory Delta predicted they would be traveling in and as these holes operated as windows to other parts of space any who cross them would find themselves a considerable distance away from their starting point.
These slip space portals Delta dubbed were designated to lead the squadron on the far end of the solar system where the location of the Dwarf Planet Pluto would be, that is of course if any of the Annihilators did not manage to avoid the instantaneous opening of slip space portals in front of them.
Inside Origin Strike Force Perspective
Gwen shouted "I COULD SENSE THEM BREAKING THROUGH THE CURSE!"the spell that was placed to block communications from the space fleet on Earth was beginning to wear off due to the efforts of the Nanomechanical Grey Goo.
The whole plan is depending on this ship getting blown to kingdom come! Max gnashed his teeth as they came across a fork in the spaceships hallways, "Divide and conquer folks, Raphael and Brick will take the left path and defend the curse spell, Trinity,Gwen and I will take out Delta"
Brick and Raphael both nodded their heads, "Good Hunting" the three men said in unison as they left to their objectives
Kallak stopped, but did not turn. "If the foe is quick to parry, strike him with a stronger blow," he intoned, before resuming his egress.
The crew of the Demon's Fist obeyed. Within moments, a virtual fleet of Annihilators swarmed from the massive vessel, and descended on their target like a swarm of ravenous locusts. Sweeping over the top, to both port and starboard, and even passing beneath the target ship, they disgorged a virtually all-encompassing wave of ion-novas. If this attack was countered or deemed unsuccessful, any surviving Annihilators would then sweep back, repeating the assault from behind.
The Nano Swarm Cruiser ship Epsilon had one more trick up its sleeve thanks to Delta's efforts as the fleet of Annihilators closed in, a massive slip space portal spawned in front of the space vessel and in a instant sucked it in.
Epsilon exited the other end of the twin Slip Space portals the original of which was several thousand kilometers away from where they were earlier, they were not only a mere minute away from Earth but the technique Delta performed would be of a one time use and as of now there was no way they could avoid the next attack.
Inside Nano Swarm Perspective
Delta stood bewildered before two Nano Swarm Engineers as they argued on which chemical formula to use on the Mystic curse that was placed on the Nano comm dish
This is illogical, they should be repairing the comm satellite instead of arguing Delta spoke in his usual deep tonality that perfectly matched his intimidating stature "Cease this debate at once, the ship has less than a minute before they can target us and chances of survival are less than forty percent I issue a command as Captain of ship for all Nanoforces to evacuate the premises"
The two Engineers glared at Delta with a confused face before the Epic spoke again but in a more ominous shade "NOW", he watched with out emotion as they scurried away to spread word they usually would have used the local Nano link server but Delta cut it off to decrease the odds of Nano Swarm data leaking out should one get captured by the assault force outside.
Delta touched the solid silver surface of the vessels wall and the nanomechs that composed the wall suddenly turned into a liquid like state and flowed into a compartment that slid open on Deta's right arm, as the nanomachines crawled in part of the Origin strike force came in with a bang blowing up the blast doors that were supposed to protect the command center.
"Combating me is illogical, your chance of success is minimum" Delta stated blandly as his compartment sealed, he turned around to face Max,Gwen and Trinity while disconnecting a plug of sorts from a console.
Inside Origin Strike Force Perspective
Max watched as Delta lifted the weaponized arm and pointed it at them, "You will be given one chance to leave"the Machine continued "if you refuse I will execute your team"
Max pondered for a moment, he was simply trying to buy time for the Imperium forces to attack the ship while Delta was focused on them, "You really think you can beat three Origins plus another two on their way?"
512 sat in an armory, just off one of the myriad hangars that dotted the surface of the massive ship. The call had gone out, but not knowing how far the recipients would have to travel meant potential downtime, and downtime was best spent in training and preparing gear. Specifically, she was busily calibrating her personal antimatter cannon, a favorite weapon that she trusted no one else to attend to.
Though it might take awhile, she was confident that the other would come. The bounty she was offering was good, and the hunt itself even better. While she had every confidence that she could take down the target herself, this was far too high-priority of a matter to allow for the possibility of her prey escaping, and having assistance in locating said target would be welcome, as well.
"I swear you are the most annoying individual I've ever met in space." Remarked a voice unfamiliar to most the Imperium. Kayle was a known criminal of space but had gone off the grid in hiding for some time. She was only just now really returning to the bounty hunting business.
"Interesting who's my closest competition?" Inquired the psychic gunslinger.
"A creature who's entire dialect was akin to sirens who was my cell mate for a week." The teal skinned siren remarked.
"Ha that's brilliant." With that the enthusiastic anarchist teleported beside what she considered a lovable giant of numerical name. "What up! You ready for this shit, bet it'll be great." Her fist bumping broad shoulders in friendly greeting. "Crystal snorting druggy over there is Kayle by the way."
"Yeah, charmed." 512's voice was not especially deep, but it was rough and had an impatient edge to it, as though she disliked speaking and just sought to spit her words out and be done with the matter. "Hope you're not in a hurry, because our target's not been located, yet. When she is, though, this'll be worth your while. You get your usual rates just for participating; you get double if we succeed. And," she paused, giving both newcomers an intense grin, "I promise this'll be the fight of a lifetime."
Setting aside her weapon and crossing to a holographic display, she brought up an image of Trinity Blue, former Destructor of the Abyssal Imperium. "This is our target. She was created by the Imperium, and turned her back upon it. This is unacceptable to Father, and needs to be addressed. A full database of her known abilities and recent activities is available to you both, but in short, she was designed to kill gods, so she's not going to go down easily."
She deactivated the display, and turned as one of the Fist's robotic crewmen entered the armory. "Quarters have been prepared for you both. While we wait for one of our remote AI scanners to get a fix on her location, feel free to use the time as you see fit. You can help yourself to any weapons in this armory, and we have simulation decks if you'd like to get some practice in. Other than that, we wait, and then we hunt."
Tch! Figures. The Demon's Fist. She hadn't set foot on the ship in a long time, but passing through the portal to her place of birth, Trinity felt right at home. It didn't matter to her that she'd barged onto a ship roughly the size of a nation and crawling with enemies. Truthfully she had no idea why she'd even gone back through the portal; but it seemed like something they wouldn't want her doing, and a ship full of worthless peons versus the greatest thing to grace the universe with its presence? What could go wrong?
Trinity's eyes locked on the bounty hunter. She didn't stop nor slow down. "I don't giv–"
BOOM!
The first round exploded in her face not harmlessly as she expected, but sending the overconfident Destructor careening through the room, subsequent blasts bouncing her around like an arcade pinball. Thanks to their huntress's enhancements they were surprisingly damaging. Rocking, disorienting her hypersensitive senses, mentally unfocusing the Ancient's wayward daughter.
But along with easy damage, attacks of that nature were a gamble when facing she who considered herself the Imperium's greatest (former) weapon. She hadn't yet noticed herself but over time the blasts began to hurt less and less. In this instance, radiation from successive atomic strikes, while damaging the girl and disrupting active control of her powers, also served to increase her power.
Through this she was eventually able to regain control of her senses. She reached out. Felt the enemy with her mind. And just as the next round left the barrel, Trinity reached out physically. Telekinetically holding the projectile in place at the very edge of the barrel, intent that this – or this and the next colliding at point-blank range – would trigger an explosion, sending the attacker into her own self-made oblivion, netting Trinity a chance to recover her senses.
The irony of the situation was not lost on 512. The Destructor had once commanded this, the mightiest vessel in the Abyssal Imperium, and now she was launching an assault upon it, by herself. For virtually anyone else, this would have been a suicide mission, but the Destructor had been genetically engineered to slay gods and conquer entire worlds. 512 suppressed a grin; this was promising to be an even better fight than she was expecting.
Whatever Rez had done appeared to have momentarily thrown Trinity off-balance, but she was quickly recovering, and focused upon her new attacker. 512 immediately sought to capitalize upon this distraction, and leveling her weapon, fired a blast of deadly antimatter at the rogue Destructor. "All units, scramble to my location now!" she barked into her comm. Legionary and even centurion units would likely be brushed aside by their titanic foe, but every possible diversion would increase their odds of taking their target down and minimizing structural damage.
Bangs being blown away from her eyes Noiria continued to bob her head to the sound track of a video game. The small consol in her hand loudly making noise with indistinguishable alien dialect. Her eyes behind the goggles darted about fingers doing the same. She was moments away from setting a new universal score. And then it came a voice firm over the comm and startling the anarchist. On the screen a ship crashed into a wall lighting up in a large explosion. She had died and that score remained unbroken. "Oh someone is getting shot."
With a flicker of light Noir appeared in the air grabbing the gun of Kayle's the weapon briefly flickered out of existence before being thrown back down. With a trail of lightning at high hypersonic speed Noir dashed through the air, and opened fire aiming for the spine. A brief snap and lightning trail so the fairy of felonies was looking to fire upward at the floating adversary. A blink sound and she was above and toward the right. Annoyingly she'd laid down a series of plasma like projectiles in a series of fields of fire. Shooting mid flight as well as in position could add to a fair amount of seconds, and she dispensed five shots in one second from two guns. In ten seconds a hundred bolts could have hissed through the air.
As for the energy it was an alienated mix of components. Antimatter floated about it looking to annihilate matter. At the core of the plasma nuclear energy looking to explode with horrific force. It's main component plasma like that of what had been shot from the destructor and of standard energy weapons. Establishing a psychic connection took time however leaving that part of the combination for now. Essentially through a psionic focus the guns in hand crafted mixtures of the energies used rising in power as fighting went on. Within a little bit of time it'd become connected to damage to her and what was around her to craft additional psychic damage.
(Kayle post is up next. >.> hopefully that read okay still trying to figure out how to write the idea. Basically though she's got guns that function kind of like how Hulk gets stronger. The more styles of energy and damage done the tougher and more various the plasma gets)
Plenty of impacts, a cachophony of roars from ammunition that most worlds would outlaw. A couple misses leaving craters in thick plating of the ship. Hopefully nobody would jump down her throat to heavily. As bullets found a home though an attack came that couldn't be seen. A bullet stopped at the end of the barrel. But Kayle she was the princess of bullets a gun themed queen, she didn't have weapons she had children. And she knew them, when they screamed and spat led, and when they slept in a holster. She knew when they were sick, be it jammed or over heated. The gun hadn't kicked like it should, and so she tossed it into the air. Thankfully she need not risk the gun integrity.
Noir had caught the gun using her unique gear to send the gun back in time to before the round was jammed. And as the gun was sent back it snapped to its holster back where it belong. Of course in combat there was no time to wait for such things. Paying no mind rather Kayle went for grenades on her belt. She retrieved a pair of F.A.K.Ks. Tossing them like wicked curve balls to either side the pirate hoped to encompass the mark in the radius. Two clouds of a hazy yellow substance.
But what was a F.A.K.K grenade? It was a small sphere that burst into a cloud of about three yards in radius. It's components functioned like chemical leaches, seeking to take a series of components from that which was in the radius. It's target was things like calcium, magnesium, fiber, vitamins, sycroplasm and so on. Usually a skeletal husk of being was left of those impacted.
There was no time to wait for the outcome of her clever counter or savor her handiwork. As soon as she took action so did the one marked 512, drawing Trinity's singular focus to defending herself from the massive gun which the Ancient's bruiser slew around like it was nothing. Right away she threw up a barrier just in time, telekinetically shielding herself from the worst of the blast. She wouldn't have known it, though. Although immaterial, she got the sense that whatever energy came from that gun may have destroyed her shield on contact.
The damage she felt was not unlike something from the mind of Nordok himself, causing even the Ancient's former pride and joy to wince and groan in pain as the explosion set in her face and slammed her into the reinforced wall leaving a small girl-shaped dent.
She'd barely begun to recover when the next round came, the mercenary pair working like psionically linked twins in their coordination. Again Trinity sought to defend herself the only way she could figure how in those moments of quickly mounting duress. Another barrier, just as quickly and easily shot down under the power of an antimatter blast just as quickly as she could recover it; thus opening her to further successive nuclear force blasts. These she felt again making her stronger, better, even as she cried out in physical pain with a voice that would threaten to shake the room if not the entire ship.
But the real damage – the mitigator of all this would-be benefit came from what appeared a set of unorthodox gas grenades. Despite all of her strength and built-in durability, the gaseous compound easily bypassed those, operating on a different frequency altogether. For rather than crash through the steel wall that was her capacity for damage, it intricately stripped away. Not a hammer to break through the door; but a key to unlock, leaving vulnerable the girl inside.
She inhaled the gas and her breath left her. She felt the energy sapped from her body, which flickered between a state of pure numbness and painful spasms. Her heart even threatened to seize itself and explode from her chest; most all feelings completely alien to the near-indestructible Trinity, thus inducing further panic and worsening of symptoms while even her unparalleled adaptive physiology struggled to overcome.
Senses still ringing, consumed with physical and mental anguish, she barely registered the incoming forces ordered by the latest to proudly hold the title of Nordok's Daughter. But she did, scarcely making out the sound of numerous clanking footsteps coming closer and closer.
Rather than absorb more damage while struggling with the uncertainty that her body even could overcome the compound, perhaps uncharacteristically Trinity made use of her armored suit's stealth capabilities, beginning to fade from most conventional means of detection. Masking visual, thermal, and conditional sonic signatures, she would likewise be imperceptible to all but the best scanning systems. It wasn't the best of Avalon's technology, but it would do in most cases.
@trinity-blue: that was dope, also love the pic that's one I don't even have :D (not that I once in thy computer days used the look and scavenged constantly or anything)
@apex_: Thanks! Still not accustomed to writing the higher tier; everything feels so different, even though maybe it shouldn't? But trying to work over that. Should probably do a bit of studying on the greats as well. [And that is also a compliment in itself!
Hehee, I remember. That and Kerrigan for the one alt a long time ago. But at this point we're basically like look-twins anyway just because so many tastes are so similar (although someone must've induced a minor guilt in me because I did convince myself {temporarily} to hold off on the ideas I had for WidowM alt while you're just fresh into it yourself. Like taking your sister's favorite perfume or lipstick when she just got it).]
You know if family or friends got something you like odds are you can go get it to :P I'm not gona tell you no lol. Course I might get mad when everyone sends Widow art your way even though I've had the look longer and alt longer then even that ^.~ (sarcasm by the by)
@apex_: In time, maybe. Of course that'll also depend on whether or not I keep up reading and writing it for how long. Like learning a language!
Oh God! <_< >_> Should I expect a knife in the back!? Well since I remembered you were on mobile I'd just have to double up, and every time I posted in Official Look [which actually isn't that often, it occurs to me every so often] I could go back and post those same images in How Do You Picture for you, just because! ;-P
@soterichor: >.> language can be hard though. Or at least accents lol
Ha! Thought of that amuses me. Also I just posted with a pirate an anarchist and an archer(who's shot and stabbed at backs) and you think I might stab someone in the back! Why I am appalled you'd think it even possible!
In trade mark fashion of the powerful possibilities of the universes finest the opposition still stood. Despite a bombardment hard to rival force fields haulted the volatile attacks. Wounding as they might be the mark wasn't exactly reduced to nothing. Anti matter met matter and exploded violently leaving nothing in its place but Trinity still stood. And while the frustrating fairy of gunfire chuckled a glare of annoyance marked Kayle's face. Even her F.A.K.K grenades while effective were not leaving a husk deprived of all vitamins and nutrients.
And then came a stealth unit, quiet enough to resist sonar. Balanced temperature or at least simulating it so as to ignore things like infrared. The Arsenal queen flipped through a variety of visual spectrums and found no existing target. Rather then give time to get away or wait however she went for another gun. Patience wasn't particularly her game of choice. The Hammer fell onto her slender shoulder its barrel briefly humming before it roared to life.
A black sphere raced to where Trinity had been, and then in a spiral of beautiful oblivion came to life. A temporary gravity well opened looking to draw in the target exstensive gravitational forces looking to crumple and tear apart whatever fell within the radius. After a brief vortex of a gravitational nightmare the anti material charge would go off. The weapon intended more for going against ships then humanoid targets. Kayle wanted to get the job done and go back to recieving payment and getting high.
A concoction of plasma anti matter and nuclear energy behind every shot the barrage of gunfire wared on the defenses. The heavier more direct attack of 512 mixed with hers to dispense defenses. Giving the pirate the opening to use grenades of a potent sort. Wearing the enemy down Noiria was rather excited for the turn of events. Progress was being made and as far as she was concerned they were a fantastic trio of ladies. Even if both of them thought her annoying and wanted to off the other for their authoritarian, or lack of authoritarian perspective.
However in a tactical retreat the opposition started to turn invisible no spectrum of view had would do. Perhaps if Noir didn't have her psychic potential locked down she could of tracked Trinity down by mental energies. However that was not the case as all her psionic potential was controlled by its implementation into the guns she used. Rather then look for say the mind of Trinity instead her guns sought to take on the damage the destructor had taken. Looking to add a sort of pain and exhaustion caused by the F.A.K.K grenades dealing out psychic harm brought on by her unique armament. Not able to spot the mark directly, Noiria would settle for a vicious spray and pray.
At her speeds above hypersonic the blitzkrieg fairy would look to circle where the opponent was creating a ring of the volatile plasma. A thought and her technology sent her back in time looking to create another arc of said bursts from a downward angle. Jumping to create an X like formation of aerial energies. But the change in time was just for her making her appear to have just been in two places at once as opposed to changing the pattern of fire. Noiria hopefully being above a gunned down opponent by the end.
(>.> I kind of feel like those should of been longer cause <3 but then again I didn't have as many attacks to sell and gave two posts so f it :P)
Thus far, the Destructor had been living up to expectations. Imperium data indicated that she had been designed to be virtually unkillable, and her ability to weather both antimatter and nuclear-force attacks testified to this. Still, 512 had never encountered anything physical that could absorb infinite damage, her blue ally's curious grenades seemed to have found a weakness in Trinity's formidable defenses, right up until their target simply vanished from the visual spectrum.
Damn. It. Nothing in the data had hinted at this ability; the former must have somehow acquired it since her defection. Her mercenary compatriots immediately began deploying their own methods for adapting to this, but 512 had no means of detecting invisible opponents. This was something that would need to be corrected at some future point, but for now, this battlefield needed to be brought under control.
"Have a care with that ordnance, Rez," she called to the azure sniper, "we've got enough to deal with without adding a hull rupture to our problems!" Turning to the robotic legionary units that, with their usual timeliness, were only now swarming into the chamber, she barked "fan out and cover all exits; nothing leaves this room! If something tries to push past you, open fire, whether you can detect anything or not!"
An antimatter cannon was one of the deadliest personal armaments in any number of galaxies...when you had something to aim it at. As of now, it was dead weight. Dropping to one knee, she put her weapon aside and began driving her powerful fist into the tempered and reinforced steel of the floor. Absorbing kinetic energy with each strike, after several such the metal began to dent a warp with her blows. Rising to her full height again, her voice once more rang out in command. "Try to flush her out!"
I love how, even though they're PCs, she still gives them orders as if they're nothing special, still chastises, all of that.. Adds a feeling of legitimacy to her character as a whole and the dynamic.
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