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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Dec 7, 2008 2:46:39 GMT -5
OOC: He is supposed to be climbing in. But must you really mention that? It's kinda unnecessary.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 7, 2008 2:54:47 GMT -5
OOC: Actually, I'd like to have you take off, and get your butt to the battlefield. We're kinda waiting on you there.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 7, 2008 3:12:03 GMT -5
"I don't plan on losing. Don't worry," Berthold didn't sound or look very confident, despite his words.
He climbed down the ladder, and dropped the last five feet to the ground. He turned, and saw Lacianus, arms around her shoulders, shivering. Of course. Aiden wouldn't be willing to show the much mercy. He took his coat off, throwing it over her, and proceeded by her wordlessly, reaching the nearest foot of the robot. He produced a key from his pocket, and, after brushing some snow out of the way and sliding aside a metal plate, found the keyhole. He inserted it, and twisted, a massive lock coming undone. Berthold braced himself with all of his might, straining against a handle that jutted out about half a foot, and slid a panel of armor to the side. As it creaked out of the way, Lacianus shot by him, desperate to get out of the cold. Berthold followed after her, and after a similar exertion to close the door, found Lacianus gawking upwards.
"How do we get up there? No ladder or anything."
"This." Berthold walked over to the nearest wall, and hit a switch. The floor beneath them began moving, growling as it slowly ascended.
"An elevator system? Isn't that impractical?"
"Not in a mecha as large as Java Green. I've got space to spare in the core, due to the simplicity and modularity of the systems, so it's not taking up room I'd use for anything else, and since the cockpit is seventy feet up, climbing would be too taxxing and time intensive for most pilots," Berthold smiled slightly in pride. The elevator system had been his design ten years ago, and it still worked well enough for what it did. He'd probably upgrade the motors some time, but beyond that, everything was just fine.
"I'm sorry about all the trouble, Burt."
"It's okay. It's not like you tried to cause this whole cascade of events. They just fell on us this way."
"I know, I guess... It just feels like I can't do anything right since I left home."
"Don't worry about it. You're just getting used to something new and different. It takes everybody a while," Berthold said, and turned around as the door behind them slid open, revealing the cockpit.
"Spaceous."
"Isn't it though? I'm going to fire this beast up. Hopefully, we'll be ready before he gets here."
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Post by hermes on Dec 7, 2008 4:00:29 GMT -5
OOC: I'm going to assume you want me to be the opponent. Even though I specifically said that Hex has no reason to fight, and isn't the type to take on a fight to pointless effect... SO, I'm going to provide a reason. Which uses something large as a plot device, which Lee may not like. Which will teach him to be so much more specific.
BIC: A great rumbling passed through the earth, shaking the mecha's on their battlefield. It slowly turned into a deep roar, one of the canyon faces across from the base began to collapse. A great pouring of sand, dirt, and stone revealed a small impression of a very large metal object.
Within that object, Hex was sweating profusely as he jetted around on a hover bike. Where he'd found it in the great ship was a bit of a haze, but his reason for needing it was not hazy at all. Half the alarms in the ship were going off, all the generators were at 60% capacity.
The bloody thing was taking off, and almost every bloody hatch on the ship was unsecured. On top of that, one of the massive engines had been out of alignment, thus his great need for the hover bike. He'd redlined it to the back of the ship to correct the alignment, and powerflow anomalies. Now he was redlining it through the outer layers of the ship.
He secured any hatches leading the breached area's, and generally tried to secure against the outermost layer of the ship in general. Whatever bone-like material the thing was made out of, it would still take time to regenerate itself.
He finally returned to the cockpit, and found a weight alert blaring out of the main holo. It warned against the weight and pressure of the rock, and suggested activating the shields to push the rock off. Looking over the manual again, Hex went about bringing the shield sequence online.
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BOOM!
The cliff face, the plateau it was connected to, suddenly exploded in a whirling mess of rock, dust, and tremendous wind. No fire accompanied the explosion, but it was still easily recognizable as a freaking huge unnatural explosion.
As the dirt and stone quickly made its haphazard way into the ground, the reason for the explosion was revealed. A white ship, with a very smooth, organic, double triangle shape, hovered above the ground.It looked like a horn of sorts, but straight with no curve. And very triangular, coming to a quick point in long flowing lines.
Three giant guns were mounted on the face of the ship, but visible damage marked them clearly as inactive. The whole ship glowed with a barely perceptible white film, a shield. It looked deadly, and was easily recognizable for what it was.
A Battleship.
***
Hex looked sceptically at the simple, holographic control panel in front of him. The controls were easily marked and easy to follow. One bar was height, one speed, and an orb he could grasp controlled direction. Likely it could also be used for full control over the ship, with a subtle hand.
Hex carefully fingered the ship to 200 meters of elevation, set it to hold position in autopilot, and headed back to the hanger.
A few short minutes saw him out in the sky again, his newly aquired white mecha dancing in the air. He dived, rapidly, coming to a quick halt mere meters above the ground. The whole mecha gracefully and rapidly flipped, its knife edge 'feet' brushing against the ground.
A quick sweet of the area showed him in the correct position, but his sister was nowhere to be seen. And he could see why, three mechanoids already occupied the area. She'd made herself scarce to avoid becoming a crunchy critter.
He didn't mind really, not when she used her brain. He did mind, though, when she didn't contact and warn him of the change in circumstances. He recognized one of the mecha, and all three were geared up for war. He'd landed himself in quite a fun situation.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 9, 2008 0:07:45 GMT -5
"I hope that thing isn't your enemy..." Lacianus muttered, watching the battleship's ascent in awe.
"Shouldn't by. Aiden said it was a mecha that he'd be using..." Berthold kept his eyes trained on the mothership, waiting for Hex's machine to appear. A large hatch opened, and a stunningly crafted machine of white and silver plummeted from the sky. As it landed, Berthold slowly eased his foot down onto a pedal. Java Green began plodding towards the craft, its left arm coming up like a knight drawing his lance.
"Cue up the communications. Set it on an open channel. Hopefully, he can hear me." Berthold said as an aside to Lacianus, who quickly flipped several switches on a box that seemed incongruously new and sleek in the boxy cockpit.
"Whoever you are, it's just you, and me. Nobody else gets involved, got it?" Berthold hoped that the time it took to respond would let him get closer. As it was, he could probably hit them with the grenade launchers, but that was still a hard shot. Better to get them close in, to where his machine was superior to almost any other made up to this point...
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Post by hermes on Dec 9, 2008 0:42:18 GMT -5
Hex maintained good distance from the slow machine, wearily keeping his eye on it for any sign of hidden weapons. "You sound reluctant, I don't want to kill anyone here either, why are you fighting?" He asked, his machine still hovering out of reach.
He was one part curious, and the other part scared. He didn't want his sister to get caught up in a battle, so he frantically searched for her on sensors. She probably couldn't have made it very far, she was in a 60 wheeled truck designed to carry his other mecha.
"Is there any way we can avoid this pointless bloodshed?" Hex asked, his hands flying across holo panels in front of him, as he keyed in the trucks profile. "I don't want to cause anymore loss of life." Hex muttered, hanging his head.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 9, 2008 0:55:21 GMT -5
"I'm fighting for my own freedom, and that of the girl who is my charge," Berthold responded calmly, accelerating his approach. The thunderous footsteps of Java Green quickened, shaking even the other mecha that were on the ground.
When the next comment came over the comm, Berthold's jaw locked up. Was freedom really worth risking the life of another individual? If he and Lacianus freed themselves by killing this guy, would it be justified, or the same as accepting blood money from his previous boss? He'd be saving Lacianus and himself a year of work, but that was nothing compared to denying a, from the sound of it, man as young as himself the rest of his life. Java began to slow, until a pair of hands touched Berthold's left.
"Keep going, Burt," Lacianus turned to the receiver, and spoke.
"That's the true beauty of mecha. Not the destructive power or capability in war... The fact that we can do battle by proxy, no longer shedding blood in conflict. They take the pain for us, from us, and let us ride upon our ideals and spirit, not agony and death."
"The cockpit of the Java Green is directly beneath its head. If you tell us where you're stationed on your mecha, we'll try to avoid hurting you. Deal?" Lacianus moved away from the microphone, taking a deep, sobbing breath. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"Those were some good words, Lacianus..." Berthold said, easing Java into a full out charge. If their opponent were to descend a little, he'd be in range to punch them in less than half a minute.
"They were what my dad always used to tell me, before I was forced into this."
OOC: Liking Hex. He's seeming like a pretty deep character, actually. Lotta interesting people emerging from this plot.
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Post by hermes on Dec 9, 2008 1:12:24 GMT -5
"No!" Hex yelled over the comm, "I understand your reason for fighting, but that is no reason for me to fight! If we let lose here, we could end up killing my sister!" He let the blow come, descending. The small machine took the blow full on at the end of its hand, and stopped it dead. The pit of the giant mecha's hand bowed under the pressure.
"Forgive me for robbing you of choice." Hex whispered over the comm, and he rammed his mecha into the Java Green. The giant mecha ended up slung over the smaller ones shoulder, some metal bastardization of a fireman's carry. The 'wing' shaped thrusters on Hex's mecha throttled up the full, creating a blinding white light.
Hex pushed Seachel's power generation capacity to the limit, powering the giant mecha above the ground with immense difficulty. The thing weighed more than a full loaded three section train.
As everything started to redline, and Hex reached two hundred meters altitude, he dropped out from under the Java, grabbed it by the arm, and spun full around. The machine flew through the docking bay doors of his battleship, and landed with a great deal of sparks, and shrapnel.
"I wouldn't recommend jumping back down." Hex said through the comms, "I hope I've given you a reason, to cherish your life instead of risking it." His voice was calm, but with a strong underlying tone of frustration.
A holograph popped up beside him, directing his attention at the ground. His sister's truck was raising dust, heading away from the battleship. He couldn't blame her.
Seachel disappeared from Java Green's sensors, blazing across the sky and landscape to his sisters truck. He landed in front of her, and popped the cockpit.
"Its me!" He yelled through the dust, and the truck skidded to a halt. Maria bailed out of the truck, and came running to her brother. "Whats going on?" She asked, "The battleship up there is my doing, but we may have picked up some pursuers. Get up here." He said, "What about the truck?" She yelled, brushing hair out of her face. "Leave it, we'll worry about it later, if we have time."
She quickly nodded, and hopped into the cockpit. Hex closed the hatch, and throttled it back up to his battleship. "You cooled off?" He broadcast at Java Green, weary of letting his sister out of the cockpit.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 9, 2008 1:24:16 GMT -5
OOC: Moved the plot about three posts quicker than I was planning. Give me a night, and I'll get the real situation going.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 20, 2008 22:04:25 GMT -5
Berthold had resisted the temptation to fire his embedded grenade launchers as they rose. Java couldn't handle a fall that massive, and from up close, there might be backfires. By the time he could run a diagnostic and figure out which areas to avoid firing, he was sure that they'd be where ever they were headed.
"Are you just going to let him do this? Crush him! You've got the right arm for that!"
"No. We don't have ejection seats here."
"No ejection seats? That's stupid!"
"It's not stupid, it's primitive. Java Green was designed in the seventies, built in the eighties..." Berthold winced as three of Aiden's shots clipped Java, each one leaving a large crater in the incredibly thick armor. Despite the speed at which they were moving, each shot was almost on top of the next.
"You're not getting away like that," Aiden stated calmly, pausing to let his weapon cool for a moment. The gun quickly shifted around again, sliding back into place as he cued up the transformation sequence. A moment later, the sleek figure collapsed into a different shape, clearly meant for flight. Sparks fired out at the joints as the final translations and changes occured.
"Stay here. Come along. I don't care. But those three are bailing out on agreements they made, and I won't stand for that."
After the message to Arnold, the Jackal shot forwards, quickly pointing its nose skyward. Aiden quickly checked his sensors. The Java Green was on the battleship, but the other one was fleeing. Considering his options, Aiden decided to head to the hangar of the ship. The other one had come with it, he'd be headed back to it. And he knew for sure that Java Green couldn't fly.
The Jackal streaked through the open bay of the hangar, tranforming in midair. Still carrying too much momentum to stop itself, it brought its right fist forwards. The arm plunged into the ceiling, a horrible screeching accompanying the motion. Aiden punched a button, the Jackal's fist closing on something resembling a pipe, and then jerking back on the joystick.
The mech spiralled away from the ceiling, hurling the warped pipe out of the ship as it dropped to the floor. Landing with a massive bang, the Jackal stopped moving.
"Burt, you were supposed to fight, weren't you?" Aiden glared at the comm-monitors. The Java Green had no video feed. The Jackal clenched a frost covered fist expectantly, and a gun shot down its arm and into the mecha's grip.
"I know I was, but I was caught off guard. He must have almost melted down his systems doing a stunt like that."
"Well, you should have taken advantage of his weakness."
"And fall that far?"
"It wouldn't have been far if you hadn't hesitated. It's called the Java Green because you're a novice, aren't you?"
"I've done a few missions, but..."
"I thought so," The end of the pistol began glowing ominously, pointing at the gigantic robot. Dead center with where his prior shots had hit.
"Are you going to do away with us, then?" Berthold shifted Java slightly, trying to throw off Aiden's aim. The mecha tracked him, staying dead on. Another three shots would probably punch through the armor, to the cockpit.
"You need to stop being so wound up. It interferes in piloting," Aiden said calmly, and pointed the gun over the Jackal's shoulder. A burst of three shots went straight into the hole he had ripped earlier, a muffled explosion coming from within.
"I'm just changing the battlefield. If he doesn't want to fight here, I take this barge out of the sky," Aiden let the other weapon move to his robot's left. He kept it trained on the opening, barely even blinking. This man wouldn't catch him off guard with another cute trick. The honor of his men had been tarnished by that fellow, and the only option was for him to pay.
"Calmed down? They never wanted to fight you in the first place. Of course, I'm wanting the fight just as much as before. Unless you want this thing going down in flames, I'd advise you to listen to me."
OOC: Had to decide between three options with Aiden and figure out how to keep Blood relevant. Hopefully, the Teucer can keep up.
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Post by hermes on Dec 20, 2008 23:04:38 GMT -5
"Barge?" Hex said mockingly over the comms, "You, call this battleship a barge? Even without its external weapons operational, it'll peel you before I have to even lift a finger." Hex said angrily. Two force emitters popped out of the end of the hanger, and a wave of force, which selectively omitted the Green and Seachel, knocking Aiden's mecha out of the hanger.
"No access I'm afraid." He opened the cockpit and dumped his sister onto the ground, "Run, inside!" He yelled at her, pointing towards the bridge up the hallway.
"Hey rookie!" He yelled over the comms to the Java, "There's a flight capable Mecha in the weird grand hallish bridge of this ship. If you want to remove this issue, then you can borrow it. Access code is 378 Delta 'What the FUCK', try not to scratch the paint."
Hex accessed his limited mental connection with the ship, and told it to start up the defensive systems. Small turrets popped up all over the ships hull, violet lasers tracking and firing at Aiden's craft. The range in atmosphere was severely limited, but between the shields and the laser's he wouldn't be taking out Hex' 'barge' anytime soon.
Hex wheeled Seachel about, and shot out into the sky at high speeds. His only real intention was to stop Aiden from seriously damaging his ship, whilst it powered up enough to asend into a higher orbit.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 21, 2008 1:05:56 GMT -5
"Automated systems are great for saving labor, but they lack the finesse or tact of a real pilot," Aiden said, spinning the Jackal around one of the lasers. Another one shot over the head of his craft, quickly tracking inwards at him.
"These are pretty good AI, really, but still..." Aiden activated the transformation sequence again, changing the profile of his mecha enough that both of the beams missed what would have been clear shots before. The beams shot back towards him, only to have the Jackal tip a wing and slip through the miniscule gap at a supersonic pace. He jerked the controls, barely slipping past a laser as it came to bear on him.
He killed the boost and transformed back to the humanoid setup, firing two rockets in the hips of the mecha to stop suddenly. Four more lasers shot by a Jackal, having predicted Aiden to be slower to stop. They began moving back, and the other lasers began coming to close in on him. Aiden smirked, and flipped open a plexiglass cover and slapped down the button. He was farther away, and now the ship had angle to fire at him... A pod shot from the back of his craft, intercepting the lasers and exploding into a silvery cloud of powder.
"No good!" Aiden fired his thrusters to full, circling around above the cloud and shooting through its top. The AI for the lasers, now beginning to callibrate to following a human pilot, now came about and closed in from all sides. The met at a focal point where the Jackal was headed, clearly hoping to intercept him due to his inertia.
"Just what I planned..." Aiden swung one of the controls forwards on its tracks, the Jackal flinging a pistol into the converging point. It stopped for a moment, pressed against the shield, and began to melt in the path of the lasers. There was a loud pop as the chamber was breached, and Aiden brought the shielding for his mecha to full power. The gun exploded with a deafening roar, exploding outwards in a cloud of shrapnel. Thrown off again by something at the target point exploding, the lasers went outwards again.
"Too easy-" Aiden's mecha slammed into the forcefield, and rolled off to the side. His own shielding immediately blipped out after the impact, the power supply to it cutting off due to the needed output. As he fought to regain control of his mecha, the lasers came back in towards him.
"Point damage usually works on this kind of thing, but you're a bit too stubborn," Aiden spun around another laser, and stopped short, letting the next zip by him. A third came at his flank, but he fired his engines and shot sideways. It was then he realized the trap. About a dozen lasers were all focused on one point, and the ones he was evading were all closing back in. He'd either get destroyed if he continued the path, or hit just as bad for flying back the way he came. Aiden closed his eyes, and let go of the controls.
"Looks like I'll be seeing you soon, after all."
A massive explosion rocked the Jackal. -------- "I don't think I'll be using another mecha. If you can just get us out of here, we'll be fine getting dropped off almost anywhere. We just need to get out of this region," Berthold responded, leaning into the microphone.
"Just get us into like China or something, and get us low. Then we'll be fine-" Berhold was cut off by a massive explosion, the ship actually getting knocked off balance by the blow. -------- The Jackal was unscathed. At the last moment, the lasers had all rocked off to the side drastically. A massive red-orange beam, the same color and brightness as the sun, had lanced up from the earth and hit the shield, and after a moment's pause, had continued in its path. It struck the massive ship on a corner of its front, the force pushing it off center before tearing through the insanely advanced armor and continuing its path into the atmosphere.
The ship, wounded but not crippled, immediately took the lasers off of Aiden, and focused them on the attacker. A violet rain crashed down around the origin of the attack, it highlighted a bizarre figure. Almost as tall as the Java Green, standing on eight spindly legs, a spiderlike mecha was still tilted upwards. Each leg, although slender, had various reinforcing struts giving it an almost elegant, artistic look. They actually projected above the main body, coming into joints and then swooping back down to connect to the central form of the robot. The main body was an oval form, almost like a flattened egg on its side, with two large "eyes", the same flat black as the rest of the body, doming over the front. In the "belly" of the machine, there was a large, forwards facing port, gleaming silvery in the afterglow of its attack.
"Impressive. That's something unearthly, right? Even the greatest human ships would have been obliterated by such an attack," A cultured, sinister voice hissed in through the speakers of every pilot.
"George!" Berthold barked, and immediately charged to the edge of the bay. Something similar to George's mecha, the Tempest, albeit somewhat more streamlined, was aimed upwards at the ship.
"That's my former boss. And it seems he's trying to kill all of us," Berthold said, glaring straight ahead.
"Not all of you. Killing is a waste. I want to use you all. Three of you already belong to me. Best to get back, it's past your curfew. This man in the flying mecha, there, is a top grade pilot. Whoever he belongs to is lucky, and I'll be sure to buy that luck myself," George stopped speaking, cleared his throat, and resumed, "And THAT is a prize alone worth the trouble. Alien technology, far more advanced than even the Tuosian's share. Impressive. With that, I wouldn't just dominate the market. I'd own it. There'd be no competition."
The lasers continued the relentless assault, stripping away the black. The Tempest didn't seem to be fazed, simply staring upwards at the ship still, like a dog watching somebody dangle food over its head. Even as the sheer prolifery of lasers became thick enough that it was hard to see the craft, it still didn't move away from the assault.
"Marvelous feeling. Only way to ride in comfort, really," George said, finally lowering the front of his craft. The eight limbs began motoring it forwards, digging into the barren soil and pulling his craft along. As it emerged from the carnage, its true color became clear. From toe to top, the machine was crafted of an unearthly whitish platinum. Whenever a laser struck, the metal only glowed for a moment, as if drawing the energy into itself.
"Of course, it is a total bitch to synthesize, and I did have to... permanently unemploy... all of my research department that touched the project. Can't have other people learning how to make the ultimate weapon."
"That's no ultimate weapon. It's just your Tempest with the peripheral weaponry removed, and virtually no openings in it."
"That's where you're wrong. No openings. None for the pilot, none for fuel, nothing. Airtight. Only I could work this thing. And that's why it's invincible," George gloated.
"Do you all doubt me? Try it. Give me your best shot. Then I take you all back to my place. How about Monopoly after this? It only seems fitting."
OOC: Feel free to blast away, but no autoing hits/damage on this thing.
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Post by hermes on Dec 21, 2008 2:45:46 GMT -5
"He wants to steal my ship?" Hex said, open disbelief ringing across everyones comm channels. The faint sound of Aiden laughing could be heard. "And he wants to own us to?" Anyone with any sense knew, merely from spending a few minute with Hex, that he only asked this type of question when he'd run out of patience.
"We are in the middle of a desert right?" He vocally asked his ship, though it wasn't nessisary. He got a short confirmation, followed by a map and some charts of the nearest living people. Which were over 500 miles away minus the military base. "Right." Hex said, "Everyone hold on to your hats and try not to die.
He ordered his ship to ascend to high atmospheric orbit, and as the giant monolith of a ship rose slowly into the sky, the Seachel rose its hand above its head. A roughly 6 meter orb, with a blazing blue core, sparking thunder to its outer layer of etherial blue, appeared above its hands. Given the barrage of lasers previously directed at the machine, Hex decided to push the machines limits.
The ball slowly grew, becoming more insane in preportion with every second. The lines of force following their channels on the outside of the Seachel slowly quickened, until they resembled a frantic and insane pulse. With every uneven pulse the orb grew larger, and larger, it slowly swelled until it was a notable presence in the sky. Its self containment was really beginning to take extreme loads under the pressure. A spark erupted from the side, blazing down towards the Earth.
It exploded right next to the Tempest, leaving a large and menacing crater.
Hex maxed the ball out, its diameter half the length of the ship that floated over their heads. The half kilometer ball of insane energy sparked wildly above Seachel, raining down small meteors of energy as more power was pumped into it.
"Goodbye." Hex said, as he threw the massive ball at the ground and darted straight up at high speeds to escape the explosion.
What he had just thrown was the extremely dangerous equivilant of a two thousand megaton nuclear bomb, in a very contained space.
The explosion was a magnificent and ironic tempest of azure blue.
OOC: If that thing actually poses a threat to the Tempest, you can interrupt and knock it into space. Or some such like that. If not, its a magnificent opening to a hopeless battle.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 30, 2008 21:36:03 GMT -5
OOC: Excellent descrip, Prime.
BIC: The Tempest seemingly only continued to crane upwards, straining to follow the path of its prey. It didn't fire any shots, or even move from the location it had settled in after revealing itself to the pilots.
"Well, if we want to get truly technical, I'm sure that I can have my lawyers pick apart the deeds and titles until it turns out that-" George's voice was cut off by the first blast.
"Until it turns out that I indeed did hold the rights to your ship according to its location in a cavern beneath land that I own. Or will have retroactively owned by the court date," George snickered lowly into the comm, clearly relishing his command of the situation. "So really, you're just borrowing it from me. Enjoy your ride."
"Shut up!" Berthold shouted in response, quickly bringing the weapons for the Java Green online. Steam began hissing from the simian figure's left arm, condensing quickly in the frigid air.
"Hey, that guy said to stay clear!"
"I know. I'm going to deal with the aftermath," Berthold said simply, and then went back to watching the screen. He was almost instantly interrupted be the Seachel's attack, the brilliant light forcing him to look away reflexively.
The Tempest made not attempt to dodge the explosion. It dug into the ground with its pointed limbs, and drew inwards, as if trying to warm itself against the cold. As the attack's collateral shots hammered the earth around it, each vibration only making the Tempest close itself up further.
"Thank you," George whispered as the apocalyptic sphere streaked down from the heavens in a maelstrom of light. There was a thunderous roar as superheated air was shunted aside by the attack, the appearance of the attack actually being warped from above by the distortion. The ice beneath the Tempest’s claws began melting before the sphere had even finished approaching, soon evaporating into steam. Rocks, now exposed, began splintering and even outright disintegrating.
The last of the black paint on the Tempest began to burn away, not even lasting until the orb came within a hundred feet. George muttered something over the comm., but the power behind the sphere was so great that only static came through. The orb struck, the Tempest seemingly straining back against it for the split second before it was engulfed completely.
Stone almost instantly melted or exploded, and anything organic within the blast radius was immediately reduced down to the simplest of molecules. Just the heat radiating from ground zero was enough to melt the permafrost in a massive field around the attack. After a brief pause against the earth, the sphere began driving into the ground, tearing away at the earth as if it were some vengeful cosmic monstrosity. The sphere continued bearing down, sinking in until it had reached halfway into the earth. The sphere gradually began to slow, drawing inwards as it did so. The shrinking increased exponentially in pace, collapsing into a pin-point of light for a moment before exploding back outwards. There was no heat or light to the blast, the shockwave consisting entirely of kinetic force hammering the air.
Aiden drew back quickly, only getting slightly buffeted by the unexpected blow, while the distant Java Green’s duo didn’t even feel it, though they could see the disruption in the air.
“Holy…” Berthold took his hands away from the controls, and wiped his brow.
“No kidding,” Lacianus grunted indistinctly.
“Not too shabby. Not too shabby at all,” Aiden remarked, his voice having grown calm now that his wild chase was over.
“I’ll second that,” A voice quietly hissed over the communications channel, and then began to chuckle lightly. “It was a rush.”
“You ejected?” Berthold gasped, immediately snapping back to reality.
“Nope. That’s the beauty of my setup, here.”
“How could you evade-“
“Not evade. Really, I wish I could stand outside this thing without burning to death, since for true dramatic effect, one has to rap on the hull with their knuckles,” The air, full of ash and debris from the second blast, began to clear. A massive crater, looking for all the world like a comet had plunged out of the skies and pummeled the earth, wafted smoke into the air. In its depths, a silvery form still glowed.
It drew low, and lurched forwards suddenly, springing clear of the destruction in a single bound. The mecha was unharmed, bar its paint, which had been stripped away absolutely by the blast. It now shown blindingly white, its true make of an unearthly metal being revealed. Nothing marred its brilliant sheen, not so much as a scorch mark from the apocalyptic attack that had struck it only moments earlier.
“So, anyways, see what I mean? Anyways, I gotta be going. I’m going to be trying out my weapons in a civilian situation, and by that, I mean razing the nearest settlement. Little town, five thousand people, but hey, it’s a start.”
“Bastard!” Berthold shouted, instantly firing up his engines.
“If you want to stop me, then go ahead and fight me. I don’t mind. I invite it. Sounds like an interesting way to kill a few minutes.”
“We don’t need to win. Just stall him until I can get an order through for evacuation,” Aiden muttered quietly, slowly manuevering the Jackal to a safer altitude. Typing noises could be heard clearly, obviously some kind of report being made up as hastily as possible for his soldiers. “He doesn’t have any transports or mechanisms for flight that I can see. They’ve got a few hours of buffer time, and the nearest place after that is twice as far.”
“So now we’re guarding you?” Lacy groaned.
“Consider this your payment for the fight you missed.”
“Good enough! Hey, take us lower! I’m deploying!” Berthold shouted, and the Java Green began rushing for the exit. “Don’t bother landing, just get me over him!”
“Oh. Good initiative,” Lacy said with a smile, clinging tightly to the back of his seat.
OOC: And now the real battle begins.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Jan 5, 2009 14:04:37 GMT -5
Arnold groaned, and opened his eyes. The ground in front of the Teucer had been ripped apart, and from the angle his sensors gave him, he was evidently lying down.
"What happened here...? Where the Hell am I?"
He began to pick himself back up, but collapsed back down immediately from the sudden pain that filled his head from the effort.
The sudden pain brought back memories of what had just happened, dropping Berthold off, Aiden's attack, George's attack and then......
"That blast!"
He picked himself up, ignoring the throbbing pain that was now coursing throughout his entire body. A quick check told him that Teucer had sustained relatively little damage from the blast, he had been fortunate to have been far enough away to avoid most of it.
"This is the Teucer to any friendly forces, what's going on up there?"
OOC: Look everbody! I posted in an RP!!!!!!!!!! =P
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Post by hermes on Jan 24, 2009 3:01:46 GMT -5
OOC: Am I next? I donno what to do, any suggestions guys?
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Post by hermes on Feb 15, 2009 20:27:40 GMT -5
Hex' great battleship lowered, as he spoke quickly into the comms, filling in Arnold on what was going on.
"Hey, Hex here, sorry about the fun boom. We all have a problem, some kind of Deus Machina, machine god, that we cannot seem to damage at all. Energy attacks have proven completely useless, including the extremely vicious attack I just launched at it."
He shifted his mecha's orientation, darting around fluidly, like quicksilver in the sky, picking his angle carefully.
"I assume we're all about to rush the damn thing in Melee, to keep it away from a nearby town. Thankfully the thing seems to be pretty slow. I've already transmitted video and data on it to the town in question, hopefully by the time we get there everyone should be gone." Hex took a deep breath, then continued.
"You have a choice to make. You can either fight suicidally, most likely ending in all our deaths. Or you can flee, going as far as the power cells in your machine can take you. Or you can take a hop up to my ship, have a look at whats onboard for anything useful, and then either hide or come back to try and kill this thing." His face flashed up on Arnold screen, as he spoke his final words.
"I won't blame you for your decision." His voice seemed sad, resigned. His breath was hurried, though he still looked calm enough. Given the circumstances, which were insane. The screen flicked off, leaving Arnold looking out at the bleak landscape around him.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 20, 2009 18:03:13 GMT -5
"Thanks for taking me in. I should be able to hold him for a bit once I get a good charge going..." Berthold spoke tentatively into his microphone.
"Full on body slam?" Lacianus asked, bracing herself against the back of his seat.
"Nope. Even better. Every aspect of Java's frame is designed around two attack motions... To crush with the right arm, or hammer with the left. This right here is going to be a bit more intense than the standard impact for it... but I think we can take it," Berthold grinned nervously.
"If not, we'll probably tear the arm right off with this stunt," Berthold primed the arm. Steam began to rise from around the piston, the ice and slush from operating in Siberia vaporizing under the building heat. The mecha began lurching forwards again, its pace increasing with every step until it had risen to a loping run. The ship shaking around it from the ammount of mass moving so recklessly, the Java Green closed the gap with the entrance to the bay.
"Here we go!" Berthold shouted, attempting to leap for a little more altitude before he began falling. Lacy wrapped her arms around the headrest and held on as tightly as she could muster, bracing for the inevitable impact. The titan plummeted towards the earth, cocked to its left with its arm extended like a knight's lance. The Tempest rose up to meet it, bracing its myriad legs in the icy soil.
The gigantic fist met the craft directly between the "eyes", sending sparks flying. The Java Green paused in midair, almost hovering as it brought its mass down upon George's mech. Legs starting to bend low to support the impact, the spidery mecha weathered the blow.
"Is that all?" George demanded with a sinister chuckle.
"No," Berthold grabbed a yellow lever on the console, and pulled back on it with all his might. There was a momentary hiss, and then the arm pistoned out. Compressed air shot out to all sides in visible clouds, and there was a deafening roar as the battering ram arm of the behemoth struck again with even greater force. Chunks of steel bigger than men went flying into the air, sparks raining like some kind of warped light show. The simian mecha flew backwards under the force of the blow, catching itself in a skid that tore three deep ruts in the permafrost. The Tempest, the God Machine itself, slammed into the earth with a loud crunch.
"We got him!" Berthold let out a cheer, grinning manically.
"Not. Quite." The Tempest slowly rose back to its former posture, looking the same as before except for a minute scuff where the center of the fist had connected. In a single bound, it was upon the Java Green. It took its two forelegs, swept them behind its opponent, and surged forwards.
With a tremendous crash, the Java Green went tumbling back to the earth, the Tempest bearing down upon it.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Feb 25, 2009 23:13:01 GMT -5
"I'm not going to leave whatever the heck that is to beat us all senseless. Whatever I can do to help, let me know."
Teucer started moving towards the fonflict, then around the edge of it.
"Has anyone tried attacking the joints yet? Or clogging them?"
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Mar 27, 2009 19:56:30 GMT -5
“Keep this thing busy and I'll be back in a few minutes!” Aiden suddenly yelled over the comm system as his mech reverted back to flight mode and rocketed away. Within moments, the Jackel skidded to a stop in the main hanger of Aidens base. A large group of soldiers ran out to meet their commander, some began small repairs on the ship while the senior officers stood at attention waiting for orders. Aiden bounded out of his mech landing lightly on his feet before his assembled advisors and began towards a nearby doorway marked with caution signs. With a quick scan of his thumb print, the security door moved aside and opened into another hanger. In the center of the new hanger stood a new mech, this one much taller than the Jackel but also not a lightly armed. Most of the edges of this mech were rounded and much less rugged than those of the Jackel. The purple and gray painted mech bore a set of massive booster packs that much resembled shields on its back, a large shield on its left shoulder, and a weapons pack on its right. It's head sloped upwards and was mostly white, like many of the accent points on the unit. The mech was very visually pleasing, but at the same it it was clear it was a deadly weapon. “Gentlemen, you have five minutes to get the Royal online. We're going hot asap. Round up all of the TICKs and send them to the area where I just came from. I want saws at full power. Reroute the energy from the beam arrays to the saws and EMP pods. Finish repairs on the Jackel, I don't want my baby to suffer to long.” Aiden commanded and his soldiers rushed into action. A group of technicians rushed into action and began powering up systems to the Royal. Aiden removed his military vest and tossed it aside along with his shirt and shorts. He stepped out of his shoes as he walked, leaving him in nothing but a pair of tight jockey shorts. Aiden strode up a small set of stairs to a rack that held a large steel case and opened it. Inside rested a leather flight suit that was accented with purple tubing and stitching. Aiden quickly put on the suit and slipped into a matching set of boots, a sudden surge of electricity ran over the material and into Aidens skin. Aiden began up another set of stairs to an elevator as he pulled on a pair of gloves matching his suit. “Systems check!” Aiden called out as the lift began upwards towards the open chest panel. “Energy levels are at maximum. Shields are checking out at 100 percent. Thrusters are at 70 percent and climbing. Weapon systems are online and ready to deploy. Life support is green, oxygen supply is green, bioscan system is ready. We are one minute from launch ready status.” a technician rattled out over the intercom system as the lift reached the cockpit on the Royal. Aiden leapt from the lift and landed just above the hatch of the Royal. He gave a quick thumbs up and slid down the narrow hatch and into the small control pod within. Inside Aiden was surrounded by visual monitors and detailed readouts of all the working systems in the mech. He harnessed himself into the seat and did a final check of the operating systems. Once the thrusters were at full power, Aiden slid his arms into a pair of ports on either side of the seat. A set of needles fired from each port into Aidens arms and as well as his neck, tapping into his nervous system. A small headset slid out from behind a panel and attached itself to Aidens head to give him access to his comm system. “All systems are go, you are clear to launch at any time sir.” a voice ran in Aidens ear as he got comfortable. “Firing main thrusters now, see you soon men.” Aiden added as he launched out of a hatch that was opening above the mech at an extremely high rate of speed. Back at the battlefield, the earth began to shake. The ground began to split open and robots the size of full sized trucks began to swarm from the cracks. Each one walked on six large legs like that of an insect and more a large electrically charged saw on the front. A pair of 'horns' rose off the back of each unit and pointed forward, but appeared useless since their beam arrays were offline. The TICKs rushed forward towards Georges mech and began to attack with reckless abandon. Each one tried climbing over others trying to get to their target. Hundreds had come from underground and the stream seemed to continue. “How do you like the TICKs? They are basically the younger brothers of the BUGs that I mentioned earlier. Quite impressive if I do say so myself.” Aiden rang out over the comm systems of all the nearby mechs. “Don't be to worried about the new incoming, that's me. I'll be on site in two minutes with the Royal. Had to switch to this experimental mech since Jackel is far to based on speed. We need power to take this thing down and Royal has got all that I can muster.” OOC- Here's a view the Royal. It's based on the Throne Drei from Gundam 00 except it's purple, gray, and white, not crimson.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on May 2, 2009 22:56:45 GMT -5
Arnold kept the Teucer moving, trying to get into position. George was doing one of several things wrong, maybe even more. He was either ignoring, or not noticing Arnold as he was moving around, and for the entire duration of this fight he obviously had not considered Teucer to be a threat.
Now though, that would change.
"This is Teucer to all friendlies, you'll get your opening soon. When you see it, that's when you pounce!"
Several sensors went off, and several red circles appeared over the Tempest, and Arnold pulled the trigger.
Several small rockets launched from around Teucer, right at the Tempest. The head of each rocket burst off, revealing a purple core, impacting the arm and leg joints of the Tempest, first slowing down it's movement, then freezing it entirely now.
"NOW!"
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Post by hermes on May 13, 2009 22:08:14 GMT -5
High above the immobalized Tempest below, Hex looked on with a thoughtful expression. He had a suspicion that kinetic energy, and the machines joints, were the keys to defeating it. He called up multiple programs and interfaces, and his fingers flew over holographic keyboards as he checked reserves and mech capabilities.
At length, he found was he was looking for. It surprised him, and it was perhaps beyond explanation, but it would certainly work. The mecha was capable of re-arranging the matter that it was composed of, to create new more powerful seperate objects. Theoretically, he could refocus and replan the energy and material of the mecha into an object far more powerful than its baseline performance parameters.
That was not what he was after, however. He keyed in several lines of programming. Simple, but extremely effective. Seachel held out its hand at Hex' command, and reaching into a spatial rift, where his creating was being generated. Out of thin air, the Seachel gradually pulled out a massive sword. It was pure, and simple, designed to do very little at all.
It was in fact designed simply to transform all of its own inherent energy, into kinetic force. It would generate no energy, it was in essence, a titanic sword that could not be stopped. Or at least, it would take a great deal to stop it.
Seachel dropped out of the sky with a massive bang, air exploding in great clouds of white mist around it as it accelerated. It had 5 times broken the sound barrier by the time it reached the Tempest. The sword was lifted, and swung, going for the neck joint of the Tempest with a massive howling. When the shock hit the ground, it created a sizable crater, to frame Seachel and Teucer around the Tempest.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 28, 2010 1:18:27 GMT -5
“Honestly? Oh, come on George, there’s no way you’re doing this!” Berthold shouted, swinging the control for the right arm forwards. It flailed wildly, batting one of the Tempest’s deadly legs aside. It glanced the side of the Java Green, punching through the armor as if it wasn’t even there. For the most part, George seemed to be slowing in his attacks, but those deadly legs could still keep coming down on whatever was below.
“You reneged on our agreement. So I'll be destroying the Java Green, and you as well,” Berthold snagged one the legs as it shot the the arm of his mecha, and twisted it aside. It wrenched free, ripping messily through the armor.
The TICKs didn’t seem to be having much effect, but they didn’t exactly seem perturbed by the fact. One’s sawblade clashed with a joint on the Tempest’s leg, sparks flying as it stripped itself down to a blunt metal disk in seconds. It sprung away, the motion reminiscent of how the Tempest had moved before Arnold had locked it down. As soon as it had ground under it again, it opened up with round after round of small explosives, each one making a peculiar hum as it went off.
“EMP fire? Clever. But this machine is protected against even such roundabout measures,” George gloated from within his invulnerable fortress.
“Nothing’s invincible!” Lacy barked into the radio, and then winced, holding her side.
“The easiest way to tell that somebody’s a fool is that they don’t know when they’ve lost,” George, his gloating tone only getting more prominent.
“One incoming… two incoming!” Berthold shouted, hearing the reports rolling in from his makeshift allies. One of the TICKs leaped off of the flailing right arm, using it as a springboard. It shot into the air, and angled back, managing to stick a heavy landing atop the spiderlike robot.
“Lacy, pull up every weapon we’ve got in here. If we’re going to crack this egg, we’re going to need full power,” Berthold switched the radios off for a moment, not wanting George to hear what was coming.
“M’kay. Grenades cued up, right arm set and ready… Core cannon?” She paused over the button. Despite most aspects of the cockpit being fairly primitive, this one had a large red LED set into it, glowing bleakly.
“We should have enough juice. If we can just get him a bit farther away from us, we can use our left arm and-“
“Judging by the last transmissions from Hex, he’s getting ready to hit it really hard from above.”
“Exactly. Hammer and anvil, simple enough. If that doesn’t crack the shell, nothing will,” Berthold closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath.
“Good to go?”Lacy had her fingertips allocated to a variety of buttons, most of the secondary weapons at her beck and call.
“Give a moment. We want to give Hex a solid anvil, don't we?” Berthold grabbed a large, awkwardly shaped lever jutting out of the console before him. He flipped a clear plastic cover aside, and rested his thumb gingerly over the spring-loaded button. His other hand darted out, and took hold of a silver handle set into a groove. With a choppy movement, he slammed it sideways.
Outside, Java Green lashed out with its right arm, shoving aside a pointed leg as it made another attempt to pierce the vitals of the simian mech. The arm took hold of another leg, and clamped down.
“What, trying to keep me from getting you? Oh, I don't need those two legs if I really want to make an attempt,” Another limb drew itself skywards before slamming into the neck of the Java Green. Bits of steel and flecks of paint shot into the icy air, the metal screaming as the platinum point hammered through it.
Berthold bit his lip, feeling the entire craft shudder with the force of the blow.
“Lacianus, get ready. We've got one shot here, and then we're dead.”
“Don't you mean if we mess it up, we're dead?”
“I wish.”
“So, that last shot was a miss? That's fine. I'll just have to-” George's voice crackled over the radio, another leg poising itself over the Java Green. It slowly changed its angle, pointing directly towards the pair of pilots.
“You'll just have to eat lead. You can take this job and shove it!” Berthold shoved at Lacianus with his shoulder, and almost immediately, the blue-haired lass responded.
There was a distant but powerful rumbling, reverberating through the air of the cockpit. Dozens, if not hundreds, of manhole-cover sized studs in the Java's armor opened up, revealing deeply set cannons. After a momentary pause, the guns opened fire. Like a field of lilies coming to flower, dozens of orange explosions spread from the Java Green, and soon led to corresponding bursts against the armor of George's mecha. Whatever TICKs that were still intact and nearby were shredded by the ordinance, and the air around the Tempest roiled away in a shimmering cloud.
“That'd be about all that we have for the explosives... But the Core Cannon?”
“May as well make the effort,” Berthold retorted, using a wrenching motion with the right arm to bat another leg aside. Lacianus hit the glowing button with the palm of her hand, and instantly the cockpit went dark. Only the dim light from the front window and the single light under the button remained lit.
“Wiring issues?”
“Not in the least. However, the Core Cannon is on the energy intensive side of things. So, it reprioritizes any of the extraneous power uses to running it.”
Beneath the red button, two more LEDs ignited. One faded, then the middle one-
“Brace yourself, Lacy.”
The third light faded, and the cockpit was illuminated by a wavering, flamelike light. A bolt of heated air, easily an equal in size to the Java Green's massive fist, lanced upwards and struck into the underside of the Tempest. There was a deafening boom as it struck, furls of red flying outwards in all directions. The Tempest was lifted upwards, its armor glowing orange with the heat from the blast.
“We won't have a better shot than this! Firing Left Arm!” Berthold slammed the stick forwards, and the titanic piledriver of a fist rocked forwards. It met the front of the Tempest, pushing it farther towards the sky. The impact let loose an echoing clang, which soon was accompanied by the sound of an explosion.
“A sonic boom? That means Hex-” Lacy was cut off as the engineer hit the button for the secondary impact. Sparks flew from the elbow of the mecha as the incredibly massive metal forearm extended. At the same moment, Hex's titanic blade descended from the sky like a meteor determined to wipe the earth clean of life.
The shreds of steel scattered about by the earlier bombardment blew outwards around the three juggernauts, remains of one of the TICKs tumbling end over end as the sheer force of the double impact sent it flying away. The earth beneath Java Green took a massive impact, cracking under the immense pressure upon it.
“GHH!” George's voice crackled over the line, a wordless grunt of pain. Though at the center of its very own personal apocalypse, the Tempest seemed almost unharmed. A large patch on its side was glowing white, but the metal hadn't even been scratched by the assault. A moment later, its pilot spoke.
“Pfff, that was your last shot. The Tempest could take a hundred more blows like that, and you've clean out of ammo. And now-”
BA-WHOOM!
The luminous patch on the side of the arachnid robot erupted, the metal peeling outwards like a flower opening in the sunlight. A cloud of pearlescent light streamed from the massive wound, shifting colors as it poured free. A gaping void inside the mecha was laid open for the pilots to see.
“We overloaded his armor!” Lacy barely stifled a joyous giggle.
“Yeah, I guess we did... Aiden, do you read? We've got no angle, and the other pilot doesn't either. If you and Arnold get can take the shot...”
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Aug 3, 2010 12:40:22 GMT -5
“I’ve got ya Berty, but you’re going to be replacing my gear.” Aiden chirped to everyone in the area as he touched down just outside of the battlefield.
Aiden began quickly pulling slides and hitting keys like a man possessed. Lights flashed and small alarms rang out in the cramped cockpit as he worked. The exterior of the Royal was also in action. The mech had removed the shield from the left hand side and mounted it on weapons pack on the right side, which was then removed. A set of arms lifted the flight pack from the back of the Royal and drew it forward. Aiden moved the combined weapon and shield unit into a slot in the flight pack forming what appeared to me a massive mechanical bird. Aiden tossed the construct forward and the boosters kicked into high gear.
“Alright, if you can get out of the way it would be a good idea. Once the Royal’s pack hits it’s going to be a pretty big explosion. Keep me posted if you all get out alive.”
OOC- Short, but I didn't want to auto the destruction.
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Post by Prime on Mar 12, 2011 6:47:09 GMT -5
Seachel skidded wildly across the ground, with Hex muttering the occasional curse between his sweat soaked lips. He'd forgotten a variable, the off variable, and was now fighting to get the titanic sword to stop moving.
Great gouges appeared in stone and earth as Seachels knife like lower legs dug into the ground, reducing the weapons momentum. Hex was having little luck modifying its parameters on the fly. He grunted as he, and the sword, finally came to a stop. They were nearly eight hundred meters away from the Tempest and the heaviest of the combat.
"Ok," Hex broadcasted over his comm, "If anyone has any bright idea's, I'd suggest doing it now. Otherwise, I suppose it'll have to be my last resort..." Hex bit his tongue, nearly hard enough to draw blood. It was to recently that he'd come to his ship for him to even speak of losing it. But with that machine wandering around, ruling everyone's lives... He doubted his ability to tolerate a world like that.
"If nothing else can be done, I'll set the reactors in my battleship to overload, and crash the whole damn thing into the Tempest bow first." Hex growled.
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