Post by trueblaze on May 22, 2008 0:24:18 GMT -6
RYS:
A cool night breeze swept across the desert, kicking up a dust devil that blew by. Neo Arcadian territory? It didn’t matter. Not to the lord of the dead. Buried beneath the dunes, the gates of Tartarus await. And on the other side, Hades himself. Draped in shadow. To swallow children who wandered too far from their mothers.
Into Hells gaping maw.
It begins with the first sign. Communication systems bursting into ear splitting static. Alone, this sound is enough to shake all but the most battle hardened soldiers. Those who resist only delay the inevitable. Like a sound you hear over your shoulder, signalling the presence of the man with the scythe. You know your time has finally come.
The second sign. The sands themselves vibrating. A mechanical roar from underground. Sand dunes collapsing as the sound shifts them. The frigid early morning air would seem fitting to some. The chill of approaching fate.
The sands rotated suddenly beneath the feet of the reploid Blaze. Sand in motion growing soft. Sinking him down to his ankles. As the sand rotated, the center of the whirlpool began to sink inwards. Swirling and sinking, a vortex. Faster and faster, the sand moved towards the center of the unnatural phenomenon. Struggle was useless. In the almost liquid sand it was impossible to jump or run free. Blaze was swept along, towards the center.
Abruptly, a long, wide, mass of black, erupted from the middle of the vortex. Difficult to look at, it seemed as if that small part of the world had been painted a single solid shade of darkness. The sand around the arm of RYS swirled up, a cloud of fine dust. Blaze slowly sank towards that arm as another roar shook the sands.
Scrambling to escape fate, Blaze grasped for something to hold on to. Too fast. Everything happened too fast. Not enough time for rescue, not enough time to change armors and fly free. There was nothing to hold onto. Only shifting sand, carrying him towards the arm.
Blaze cried out as his leg vanished into the black mass. Not truly vanished. It was destroyed. Completely and utterly. Struggle as he might, Blaze’s body was pulled into the single pillar of shadow.
The center of the whirlpool exploded in a cloud of dust, as the main body of RYS leapt up from whatever lay beneath him. A blot of nothing, as limbs seemed to reach out and grab at Blaze. The reploids body vanished at the touch as he was drawn into RYS. The embrace of death.
His mind was penetrated, his thoughts were stolen. “Relinquish Your Soul” played itself in Blazes mind as his final thought. The last thought of so many reploids before him.
As quickly as it had begun, the reploid Blaze was no more, and RYS began to sink back into the sands to strike again. He roared again as the swirling sands consumed him. There was no note of victory in it. A mindless creature like RYS did not know victory or defeat. It knew murder. And it had murdered.
The sands shifted as RYS moved underground. A constant trail of sinking sand showed his path. Sweeping in a wide arc, he came around and headed for the young Zackary.
Grandmaster:
As Zackary heard the winds, he heard them speed up. The sand was covering up the wind as well, making it hard to depict what was on the other side, unless you were standing right next to the sand. But these newer sands seemed much more violent.
Zackary yelled as more winds came in, voices could not be heard that well, but he needed to inform the others.
"MOVE GUYS MOVE!"
But before that was said, he just witnessed the unthinkable. Blaze had disappeared right before his eyes, and a load roar could be heard. All could be heard was sounds ripped through the wind of the sand, and very painful noises.
Zackary observed in shock, and saw something pop up from underneath the sand again. He was frozen by fear, and he went into a coma like state, because it was that bad, but Zackary was still standing. This thing, whatever it was, just destroyed one of their teammates, and it was heading in Zackary's direction about 100 feet off. The sand storm was next to impossible to avoid. Everything seemed hopeless. But as he froze in fear, time stopped for everyone, the sands, his teammates, and everything around him disappeared. No sound, just pure black surrounded him, as he was in a state of void.
What came into view, was another shock to Zackary. He was back where he was in the training simulator 6-7 months ago on base. He was all alone, training. What he saw, scared him even more.
'Geez where am I? This looks like hell.'
Zackary was in an abandoned city, that was destroyed completely by something. It didn't look like Neo Arcadia though. It looked like the end of the world. A voice appeared out of nowhere, to offer Zackary advice.
"What you are seeing is one story. But what you are facing is another story."
Zackary seemed to understand the voice, but he responded back to the voice, not knowing if the voice could hear Zackary.
"Wait? Just one individual did all this?" Zackary looked, the city was about as big as New York City, and he could seem neverending buildings, with cars crashed everywhere. The voice responded back again
"You know what they say. There is always someone out there, stronger than you."
Zackary looked around, left to right as he turned, a shadow jumped by. Zackary turned around, saw nothing, but as he turned, a Shadow with red eyes was standing face to face in front of him. Zackary jumped back in fear, but as he did, he suffered a major cut that went into his left arm by a green beam of light.
"Ahhhhhh oh my god.........I'm bleeding." he said in shock as he looked at his wound, and his hands where all red. The reflection of the shadow appeared in the blood, and as he looked up, the green beam came by again, this time getting his right arm. Zackary was knocked back.
"AGGGHHHHHHHHH................." Zackary was screaming in pain, he was bleeding from his left arm, and right arm. The shadow laughed, and as it came forward again, Zackary started moving back. Zackary also saw long hair on the shadow, the shadow came into Zackary's view, Zackary saw the face of the shadow, and he couldn't believe who was attacking him. Zackary ducked as the beam saber strike flew by his head, missing him, Zackary rooted himself to the ground, and threw five strikes each hitting the side of the neck, temple, solar plexus, side of the neck, and the temple.
The shadow budged, but it didn't move, instead it just hit Zackary with the butt end of the beam saber. Zackary was knocked back again. The shadow laughed, and kept coming forward.
Zackary got up, and started shooting at it with his gun staff. The shadow spun his saber, and deflected the bullets, as the shadow came in again, Zackary found himself unable to move due to the loss of blood.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Zackary screamed, and as he cried, his armor opened a hole in the center, and started glowing. It was a jade green and yellow color. The shadow started backing off, and as the shadow backed off, Zackary put his foot right into the gut of the shadow with a mean front kick. The shadow backed up, and Zackary was able to move with fury, he make contact with the shadow. Then the voice popped up again.
"However you always will have a chance to survive."
Zackary woke up, not knowing what happened to the shadow, but he came back to life with the sands still where they were, and where all the people were. The only difference was Zackary's armor glowed, and the expression on his face changed. He went from being scared, then waking up fighting for his life, as if everything depended on him, and he couldn't back down.
Zackary knew what to do, and he had full confidence in himself. The look on his face, matched the glow in his armor. He raised his gunstaff, and started firing off warning shots at the sandstorm ahead, but as he noticed, his gun was firing off beams. The beams were so big, that they could cut through a storm like the one that was heading for him.
'The thing must have been upgraded! But I can't quit now!'
As the storm drew closer and closer he kept firing with each shot piercing the storm, practically making holes through the wind and he knew that he was going to halt the storm, and maybe even destroy what was on the other side of it.
"DAMN YOU! GO DOWN! GO DOWN! GO DOWWWWWWWWWN!!!!" Zackary yelled with his gunstaff firing away beams of light.
Zackary kept firing off beam after beam after beam, each time getting stronger and stronger as his armor grew brighter and brighter. He was hoping others would follow the same tactic as him. He threw a couple of cylinders in the air heading towards the sandstorm, and he starting firing at those cylinders in the air.
"COME ON! HIT! HIT! DAMNIT KEEP FIRING!" Zackary said in a tone of voice where his life depended on his ability to scream.
Noxdrak:
Genesis, who warped in Right next to young Zackary wondered what the master and student's thing with flasy armors was. But shook his head as he noticed Blaze wasnt around. " What the f*ck happened?" Genesis asked, as he saw a short line of sinking sand heading for Zackary.
Genesis's mind went numb. It was survival of the fittest now. Blaze's signal no longer shined from the desert. Meaning that he was probably eaten by a sandworm, or worse. With that said, Genesis instantly connected the incoming stream of sand with a Hostile, Whatever the beeing.
"Look for its trails" Genesis blurted out, as he picked up young Zackary with his left arm and Started to dash away from the incoming sand.
"Its not a waste to fight an enemy you cannot beat, young one." Genesis said. "Its a waste to fight something you can't see
A cool night breeze swept across the desert, kicking up a dust devil that blew by. Neo Arcadian territory? It didn’t matter. Not to the lord of the dead. Buried beneath the dunes, the gates of Tartarus await. And on the other side, Hades himself. Draped in shadow. To swallow children who wandered too far from their mothers.
Into Hells gaping maw.
It begins with the first sign. Communication systems bursting into ear splitting static. Alone, this sound is enough to shake all but the most battle hardened soldiers. Those who resist only delay the inevitable. Like a sound you hear over your shoulder, signalling the presence of the man with the scythe. You know your time has finally come.
The second sign. The sands themselves vibrating. A mechanical roar from underground. Sand dunes collapsing as the sound shifts them. The frigid early morning air would seem fitting to some. The chill of approaching fate.
The sands rotated suddenly beneath the feet of the reploid Blaze. Sand in motion growing soft. Sinking him down to his ankles. As the sand rotated, the center of the whirlpool began to sink inwards. Swirling and sinking, a vortex. Faster and faster, the sand moved towards the center of the unnatural phenomenon. Struggle was useless. In the almost liquid sand it was impossible to jump or run free. Blaze was swept along, towards the center.
Abruptly, a long, wide, mass of black, erupted from the middle of the vortex. Difficult to look at, it seemed as if that small part of the world had been painted a single solid shade of darkness. The sand around the arm of RYS swirled up, a cloud of fine dust. Blaze slowly sank towards that arm as another roar shook the sands.
Scrambling to escape fate, Blaze grasped for something to hold on to. Too fast. Everything happened too fast. Not enough time for rescue, not enough time to change armors and fly free. There was nothing to hold onto. Only shifting sand, carrying him towards the arm.
Blaze cried out as his leg vanished into the black mass. Not truly vanished. It was destroyed. Completely and utterly. Struggle as he might, Blaze’s body was pulled into the single pillar of shadow.
The center of the whirlpool exploded in a cloud of dust, as the main body of RYS leapt up from whatever lay beneath him. A blot of nothing, as limbs seemed to reach out and grab at Blaze. The reploids body vanished at the touch as he was drawn into RYS. The embrace of death.
His mind was penetrated, his thoughts were stolen. “Relinquish Your Soul” played itself in Blazes mind as his final thought. The last thought of so many reploids before him.
As quickly as it had begun, the reploid Blaze was no more, and RYS began to sink back into the sands to strike again. He roared again as the swirling sands consumed him. There was no note of victory in it. A mindless creature like RYS did not know victory or defeat. It knew murder. And it had murdered.
The sands shifted as RYS moved underground. A constant trail of sinking sand showed his path. Sweeping in a wide arc, he came around and headed for the young Zackary.
Grandmaster:
As Zackary heard the winds, he heard them speed up. The sand was covering up the wind as well, making it hard to depict what was on the other side, unless you were standing right next to the sand. But these newer sands seemed much more violent.
Zackary yelled as more winds came in, voices could not be heard that well, but he needed to inform the others.
"MOVE GUYS MOVE!"
But before that was said, he just witnessed the unthinkable. Blaze had disappeared right before his eyes, and a load roar could be heard. All could be heard was sounds ripped through the wind of the sand, and very painful noises.
Zackary observed in shock, and saw something pop up from underneath the sand again. He was frozen by fear, and he went into a coma like state, because it was that bad, but Zackary was still standing. This thing, whatever it was, just destroyed one of their teammates, and it was heading in Zackary's direction about 100 feet off. The sand storm was next to impossible to avoid. Everything seemed hopeless. But as he froze in fear, time stopped for everyone, the sands, his teammates, and everything around him disappeared. No sound, just pure black surrounded him, as he was in a state of void.
What came into view, was another shock to Zackary. He was back where he was in the training simulator 6-7 months ago on base. He was all alone, training. What he saw, scared him even more.
'Geez where am I? This looks like hell.'
Zackary was in an abandoned city, that was destroyed completely by something. It didn't look like Neo Arcadia though. It looked like the end of the world. A voice appeared out of nowhere, to offer Zackary advice.
"What you are seeing is one story. But what you are facing is another story."
Zackary seemed to understand the voice, but he responded back to the voice, not knowing if the voice could hear Zackary.
"Wait? Just one individual did all this?" Zackary looked, the city was about as big as New York City, and he could seem neverending buildings, with cars crashed everywhere. The voice responded back again
"You know what they say. There is always someone out there, stronger than you."
Zackary looked around, left to right as he turned, a shadow jumped by. Zackary turned around, saw nothing, but as he turned, a Shadow with red eyes was standing face to face in front of him. Zackary jumped back in fear, but as he did, he suffered a major cut that went into his left arm by a green beam of light.
"Ahhhhhh oh my god.........I'm bleeding." he said in shock as he looked at his wound, and his hands where all red. The reflection of the shadow appeared in the blood, and as he looked up, the green beam came by again, this time getting his right arm. Zackary was knocked back.
"AGGGHHHHHHHHH................." Zackary was screaming in pain, he was bleeding from his left arm, and right arm. The shadow laughed, and as it came forward again, Zackary started moving back. Zackary also saw long hair on the shadow, the shadow came into Zackary's view, Zackary saw the face of the shadow, and he couldn't believe who was attacking him. Zackary ducked as the beam saber strike flew by his head, missing him, Zackary rooted himself to the ground, and threw five strikes each hitting the side of the neck, temple, solar plexus, side of the neck, and the temple.
The shadow budged, but it didn't move, instead it just hit Zackary with the butt end of the beam saber. Zackary was knocked back again. The shadow laughed, and kept coming forward.
Zackary got up, and started shooting at it with his gun staff. The shadow spun his saber, and deflected the bullets, as the shadow came in again, Zackary found himself unable to move due to the loss of blood.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Zackary screamed, and as he cried, his armor opened a hole in the center, and started glowing. It was a jade green and yellow color. The shadow started backing off, and as the shadow backed off, Zackary put his foot right into the gut of the shadow with a mean front kick. The shadow backed up, and Zackary was able to move with fury, he make contact with the shadow. Then the voice popped up again.
"However you always will have a chance to survive."
Zackary woke up, not knowing what happened to the shadow, but he came back to life with the sands still where they were, and where all the people were. The only difference was Zackary's armor glowed, and the expression on his face changed. He went from being scared, then waking up fighting for his life, as if everything depended on him, and he couldn't back down.
Zackary knew what to do, and he had full confidence in himself. The look on his face, matched the glow in his armor. He raised his gunstaff, and started firing off warning shots at the sandstorm ahead, but as he noticed, his gun was firing off beams. The beams were so big, that they could cut through a storm like the one that was heading for him.
'The thing must have been upgraded! But I can't quit now!'
As the storm drew closer and closer he kept firing with each shot piercing the storm, practically making holes through the wind and he knew that he was going to halt the storm, and maybe even destroy what was on the other side of it.
"DAMN YOU! GO DOWN! GO DOWN! GO DOWWWWWWWWWN!!!!" Zackary yelled with his gunstaff firing away beams of light.
Zackary kept firing off beam after beam after beam, each time getting stronger and stronger as his armor grew brighter and brighter. He was hoping others would follow the same tactic as him. He threw a couple of cylinders in the air heading towards the sandstorm, and he starting firing at those cylinders in the air.
"COME ON! HIT! HIT! DAMNIT KEEP FIRING!" Zackary said in a tone of voice where his life depended on his ability to scream.
Noxdrak:
Genesis, who warped in Right next to young Zackary wondered what the master and student's thing with flasy armors was. But shook his head as he noticed Blaze wasnt around. " What the f*ck happened?" Genesis asked, as he saw a short line of sinking sand heading for Zackary.
Genesis's mind went numb. It was survival of the fittest now. Blaze's signal no longer shined from the desert. Meaning that he was probably eaten by a sandworm, or worse. With that said, Genesis instantly connected the incoming stream of sand with a Hostile, Whatever the beeing.
"Look for its trails" Genesis blurted out, as he picked up young Zackary with his left arm and Started to dash away from the incoming sand.
"Its not a waste to fight an enemy you cannot beat, young one." Genesis said. "Its a waste to fight something you can't see