Post by hermes on Feb 3, 2009 15:19:01 GMT -5
OOC: Vehicals and Weak Mecha's Welcome. Refference as to the appearance of Rasen's craft below.
Rasen went calmly, yet excitedly about his buisness, a new customer has dropped of a very awesome toy, and told him to play with it as much as he liked, as long as he reported back any useful modifications he made to it. He dropped off three of them, actually.
The common wrench hadn't made in impression on these monster machines, so he'd been forced to get creative. He was just starting to congradulate himself, as he put on the finishing touches, when something exploded loudly and violently outside.
He banged his head inside the vehical, cursing indignantly. He extracted himself from the mechanics, wiping grease and oil out of his dark brown hair, careful to keep it out of his curious gray eye's. Certainly wouldn't help him if he couldn't see.
He jogged over to the window, jumped, and looked out of the (somewhat high) garage window at what was going on outside. What he saw made his stomach curdle. An army was outside, or not quite an army, but quite a few tank like vehicals and partial battlemech adaptations, along with a number of soldiers.
They bore a crest, a golden sphere surrounded by a blue triangle. The tanks had 'Pure Sphere Corp' written on the side, and the soldiers bore the look of the true fanatic.
One of the tanks pointed its massive cannon at a nearby home.
"Block 3 house number 176, you are suspected of harboring a supernatural being! Your harisy is at an end!" The tanks speaker blared its message, the cannon went off, and the house exploded. Half of one of the residents landed on the tanks turret.
Rasen turned and puked, but not before his heart grew dark and angry. He was a young man, barely into his teens, but he knew terror. He slammed his fist into the steel wall of the garage, and turned to look at the thing called a Wraithlord with tears in his eye's.
It now had his own model marker on it, Spider Prism.
He scowled darkly, and scampered up the side of the thing, closing the cockpit around him. It moved, no start up, no waiting, no boot procedures. It just moved to his will. Slowly and ponderously, but surely.
He cut down the garage door with the massive sword the thing held, and aimed the fire prism cannon at the tanks on the street as he slowly emerged.
The soldiers were just turning to find out what was going on, when he fired. The warp based energies tore through the soldiers, utterly destroying them, the tanks melted under the barrage, no first or second chances.
And still, the Wraithlord moved with hardly a noise, propelled by the mind within it. Rasen became the wraithlord, and his only purpose was battle.
The massive sword speared an errant soldier, the tip more than enough to bisect the man entirely. Inside the wraithlord, Rasen felt nothing. He felt as though his only purpose was to crush the ants.
He slowly realized that he may have gone insane, and laughed, laughed at the minor trauma it took to drive a person over the edge. He laughed as the remaining tanks fired on him, ineffective munitions slamming into the wraithlords shell and bouncing off harmlessly.
He could see now, there were a lot more troops about that he'd thought. He wondered how long it would take for him to die, all alone, surrounded by enemies he didn't even know.
Rasen went calmly, yet excitedly about his buisness, a new customer has dropped of a very awesome toy, and told him to play with it as much as he liked, as long as he reported back any useful modifications he made to it. He dropped off three of them, actually.
The common wrench hadn't made in impression on these monster machines, so he'd been forced to get creative. He was just starting to congradulate himself, as he put on the finishing touches, when something exploded loudly and violently outside.
He banged his head inside the vehical, cursing indignantly. He extracted himself from the mechanics, wiping grease and oil out of his dark brown hair, careful to keep it out of his curious gray eye's. Certainly wouldn't help him if he couldn't see.
He jogged over to the window, jumped, and looked out of the (somewhat high) garage window at what was going on outside. What he saw made his stomach curdle. An army was outside, or not quite an army, but quite a few tank like vehicals and partial battlemech adaptations, along with a number of soldiers.
They bore a crest, a golden sphere surrounded by a blue triangle. The tanks had 'Pure Sphere Corp' written on the side, and the soldiers bore the look of the true fanatic.
One of the tanks pointed its massive cannon at a nearby home.
"Block 3 house number 176, you are suspected of harboring a supernatural being! Your harisy is at an end!" The tanks speaker blared its message, the cannon went off, and the house exploded. Half of one of the residents landed on the tanks turret.
Rasen turned and puked, but not before his heart grew dark and angry. He was a young man, barely into his teens, but he knew terror. He slammed his fist into the steel wall of the garage, and turned to look at the thing called a Wraithlord with tears in his eye's.
It now had his own model marker on it, Spider Prism.
He scowled darkly, and scampered up the side of the thing, closing the cockpit around him. It moved, no start up, no waiting, no boot procedures. It just moved to his will. Slowly and ponderously, but surely.
He cut down the garage door with the massive sword the thing held, and aimed the fire prism cannon at the tanks on the street as he slowly emerged.
The soldiers were just turning to find out what was going on, when he fired. The warp based energies tore through the soldiers, utterly destroying them, the tanks melted under the barrage, no first or second chances.
And still, the Wraithlord moved with hardly a noise, propelled by the mind within it. Rasen became the wraithlord, and his only purpose was battle.
The massive sword speared an errant soldier, the tip more than enough to bisect the man entirely. Inside the wraithlord, Rasen felt nothing. He felt as though his only purpose was to crush the ants.
He slowly realized that he may have gone insane, and laughed, laughed at the minor trauma it took to drive a person over the edge. He laughed as the remaining tanks fired on him, ineffective munitions slamming into the wraithlords shell and bouncing off harmlessly.
He could see now, there were a lot more troops about that he'd thought. He wondered how long it would take for him to die, all alone, surrounded by enemies he didn't even know.