originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b][i]Of Fire and Metal[/i][/b]
[b][i]Deep within the cosmos of space...[/i][/b]
[i]"My lord, Althreath...may I speak to thee?"[/i]
[b][i]"Thou haveth been granted the gift of speech, Kronos."[/i][/b]
[i]Within a massive, dimmed circular room that was the center of a planet-sized structure, sat a silent, omnipotent being of metal and circuitry, the gleaming mixture of skin that he wore over his exoskeleton constantly shifting and molding together, their bonds tightening with every second. Throughout the crevices and cracks in the being's skin and the walls of the dim room, bright orange light shined throughout the metal, enlightening the room with a faint glow.[/i]
[i]The figurine that was referred to as Althreath stood in his place, at a height of perhaps ten feet tall. His metallic eyes opened, red-orange light issuing from his pupils. The being who had spoken first was more than twice his height - a hulking monstrosity of metal and steel, it's body at least twenty-five feet tall, while it's knees were bent in a deep kneel towards it's master.[/i]
[i]"The planet of Tatakai is vulnerable to our inevitable triumph over it. Rumors...that the Dread have revealed themselves. That they are bringing the world to an end.
To ensure that this is the only possibility, must I order our forces to attack as well? And of course, issue an alert to our associate that her role has come?"[/i]
[i][b]"I will allow you to complete both tasks, Kronos. Issue out a small invasion force, and contact the young woman who will be taking care of the...problems. Thank you for approaching me for this - you are dismissed, my Titan.."[/b][/i]
[b][i]Dojoville, Tatakai[/i][/b]
[i]The skies of Tatakai shifted and changed into a dark orange gleam, before massive, circular-like entities began to rip through space and time upon their arrival, each hovering over Dojoville silently. Orders and codes were shot out to each, as their circular, portal-like shapes in their center pieces shifted and changed - before hundreds of cyborg-like organisms spewed from their depths, War Machines and Death-Dealers charging towards the ongoing chaos. They raised their gleaming energy rifles and bows, raining down hell upon those unlucky enough to stand in their way.[/i]
[b][i]"PREPARE THYSELVES FOR EMANCIPATION, PEOPLE OF TATAKAI.
FOR I AM ALTHREATH - DEVOURER OF METAL, DESTROYER OF WORLDS. AND I WILL ENSURE THAT THE ONLY OUTCOME OF THIS...
IS YOUR DEMISE."[/i][/b]
((Open.))
((Quite a nice time to reveal a plot villain, isn't it?))
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[spoiler]SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT[/spoiler]
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"Whoa! This is like straight out of Star Trek or some shit!" Commented Alex Coldbourne as he cut down an invader with his blade in ease. He looked at the forces and attempted to pinpoint a way to make his way to whatever command centre this cyborg queen was speaking from.
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[i]Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a massive being - a Warlord, it's hulking armor gleaming and yet stained with blood and ash, as it rained down minigun fire upon it's foes. It appeared to command those present..[/i]
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"Well fu[i]c[/i]k." He cursed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "How the hell am I supposed to take that thing out?" He said as he knelt down to observe it more. [spoiler]Details details details![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'm sorry bby ;-;[/spoiler] [i]To say the very least, the Warlord was a walking tank.[/i] [i]The monstrosity stood at a height of eleven feet tall, it's titanium armor thick enough to render regular ballistics near useless. Anti-tank rounds were one's best bet, really - alongside something capable of blunt force. While it had points that were damageable in it's ankles and heels, those were practically it. The war machine carried a massive machine gun, although it was more suited for ranged encounters rather than actual CQC.[/i] [i]It was hella strong - but it was beatable.[/i]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 2/20/2017 2:54:45 AMHe looked at any ground troops surrounding the robot. [spoiler]study replies then long replies lol[/spoiler]
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[i]The ground troops, on the other hand, were shorter at 6'5 and not as well armed, although they wielded automatic rifles and energy bows. They didn't run on circuitry, but they did utilize exoskeletons.[/i]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 2/20/2017 3:33:32 AM"Okay...let's do this." He said as he unslung a dark coloured Ak47 off his shoulder. It was silenced and had a red dot sight. He went prone so that no one could see him, and the silencer would be effective at keeping him hidden. He took aim, and fired into the skull of one of the (X Amount of men)(how many plz tell Me plz)
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((In his current area? Twenty-One.)) [i]The Death-Dealer fell to the ground, it's cyclops eye gleaming faintly before it died out suddenly.[/i] [i]The remaining troops suddenly stopped their rampage, as their Warlord began commanding them to locate the attacker.[/i]
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Future Quincy from a different RP comes out of nowhere and flies his ship right through Althreath before returning to the proper RP.
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Metal screeched in agony as the first few soldiers entered the field. Fires scorched the exposed parts as water reached through the cracks to ruin the inside wiring. Metal was torn and rent asunder as the earth reached up to crush the offenders. Lightning rained down upon the army, energy pouring through their circuits and ruining their systems.
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[i]After about two waves, the beings stopped, looking at the anomalies around them. The fires scorched their metallic bodies, but no flames pierced their armor - they did not run upon circuits, but instead exoskeletons, although their central minds were burnt and crisped by the electricity.[/i] [i]As for the earth, the majority of the robotic troops easily ripped through the earth, as it was only dirt - they held the strength to crush cars in singular punches, so they were more than capable of doing this to the rising crust.[/i] [i]Leading the battalion was a massive Warlord, it's armor practically impenetrable as it tore through whatever was in it's way. It would take more than a manipulation of nature to prevent the abominations from decimating the Dojo. [/i]
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A solitary figure stood before the warlord, a calm surrounding. Like a eye of a hurricane, everything flowed around it, leaving it untouched. "Prepare yourself, weakling. I am in search of more powerful foes." A wave of cobalt-blue fire burnt itself towards the warlord, the flames glassing the earth beneath it.
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[i]The titan of metal only let out a roar of metallic rage, it's massive fist slamming upon it's chassis as it stomped towards the one who dared interrupt it's onslaught. The flames flicked and burnt it's armor, but nothing else - seemed like brute force was the only way to go with this one.[/i]
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Valeyard smirked as his wings unfolded from behind his back and he took flight. "Please, do try."
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[i]Confused by the flight, the Warlord only roared something that suspiciously sounded like "F*ck you!". The behemoth, then confirming said suspicions - raised its middle finger towards Valeyard. [/i]
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Valeyard returned the gesture, bemused. "Is this some sort of greeting? Odd."
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[i][u]"Yes!"[/u][/i] [i]It slammed it's fist upon it's chassis, as it'a troops continued to tear through Dojoville with relative ease. Valeyard should've already taken care of them by now, really.[/i]
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He merely grinned in response. "Excellent." He became a blur as a great force slammed into the robotic Warlord, hundreds of tons of force sending the robot flying.
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Edited by Orn: 2/20/2017 1:32:48 AM[i]The Warlord skidded back into the earth, slamming into several War Machines and crushing them instantaneously. A slight dent had been made within it's chassis, as it stared down at where the being had punched it. A hardlight shield shined for a moment, before dissipating.[/i] [i][u]"This better not be your best punch. Else, I'll have to tear off my own head just to make it fair."[/u][/i]
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[quote]((Quite a nice time to-))[/quote] NO. NO. NO NO NO. NO!