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Post by jaykush on Feb 21, 2019 20:29:53 GMT
It's been a total of three months since his release from the Ward during that time he not only gained knowledge in terms of combat, but received a sense of maturity that coincided with his boost of power. After his murderous assault against various scarlet soldiers and citizens within his own kingdom, well the kingdom of his father. After his fight with Senko Ryuusei the leader of Vehemente and General of Scarlet Moon Empire he was soundly defeated and taken in to the prison which held the most vicious criminals in the realms. During his time within the prison he came into contact with who is currently the 1st Ward Dragon. The way Yuske showed his honor towards his one and only friend along with his loyalty to the other Ward Dragons, created a cult like relationship.
Branded with the mark of the patron deity seki no tsumi. Being within this supernatural prison, he lost access to his sentient sword Pegasis, but still held his runes, but being within this prison with the Warc Dragons caused him to study and develop their own fighting style all being connected by the brand. Such brand gave him access to his own ether gate, with such mark his mind, body, and soul been increased to the apex of metaphysical and supernatural heights.
Along Pegasus was his Zeus which looked fairly similar to his last sword however it lacked sentience but was much stronger and durable than his last weapon, able to destroy godiacs with ease. This mark which sat underneath both of his eyes, a large ebony mark. With other abilities granted by his mark, his old abilities were of course increased.
He wore all white, sun rune within his forehead, dawn and twilight rune in his right and left hand, and on the bottom of his feet was the blinking rune. Despite leaving and being banished from Scarlet Moon, he still had access to the common runes as for the True Sun Rune and supporting runes picked him as the bearer, removing such rune will cause havoc. With that being said with the twilight and dawn sword sat on the right and left side of hip, on his back was his Zeus ethereal energy seeping into the atmosphere in the form of purple mist, passives buzzing as underneath his clothes was his dranzer armor. He walked along the field hoping to find something to interest him
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Post by Lysander on Feb 22, 2019 21:02:54 GMT
"Captain, something is showing on the radar. It looks...massive."
"Are you sure it's not just a glitch?"
"I've double and triple checked the systems, sir. There's nothing to indicate an issue."
"Hm, pull up the camera feed."
Her fingers stroked the keys, softly caressing them as she inputs the commands to power on the long-range sensor and camera arrays. They powered online, the ancient systems they used coming online. It took a grand total of five minutes before everything was in place and ready. As the transmitted video feed came back, things began to get clear and crisp on their outdated screens.
"Captain...it...it appears to be some kind of a ship."
"A ship!? What? What do you mean?"
"Just look for yourself, sir!"
"Fine, I'm coming down." The comm-link went dead, static crackling before shutting off. Within a few minutes, he found himself in the communications room, bent over a desk, and looking dumbfounded. "How...how in the fucking hell is this even possible?" His people weren't overly advanced, their systems ancient and dust-covered. Their world knew a little about space, but they didn't have the tools of the science to fully explore it. They knew of ships as rockets, upright and phallic. They knew of boosters and fuel, but this thing...this ship...looked nothing like anything they'd ever seen. Even the stories of UFOs coming out of the midwest, generally concocted by some hairbrained ninny wishing for his fifteen minutes, didn't compare to what they saw.
It was massive, a ship roughly the size of a moon. On the video feed it looked gargantuan, they couldn't even cover all of it close-up. The captain turned his attention away from the video screen for only a minute, barking the orders to bring him the direct link to the President.
"Fuhrer Trump," he began, "we...um...well, sir...we have an issue here." Silence on his end, as orders returned through the phone receiver. "Well, sir...it's a ship...yes...about four hours on the other side of our moon...yes, of course. No...no...yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir. I'll mobilize them at once."
"Franceska, mobilize the Space Force. We're being ordered to investigate and bring back anything we can find. It does appear to be still."
"Sir, yes sir." She began to input more commands, her fingernails gracefully sliding along the keys. The orders went out, and immediately the Corps began to mobilize for investigation. Their orders were simple: Eliminate any hostiles, bring back whatever information they could, and try to steer the ship away from its current course of impact with their moon.
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Three days passed since they mobilized, and they were finally within visual range of the target. Everyone was on edge, they didn't know what to expect. What they would find, but they knew they wanted to find something. They'd spent three days aboard their vessel, preparing mentally and physically for what might happen. Their weapons were primed, their hearts and minds set entirely on figuring out what this all meant, what the purpose of the ship actually was, and what it was doing here.
In a few short hours, their anchor points were determined and the advanced group moved out to recon the hull. It wasn't long before they called back, their voices crackling through the comm systems both onboard the ship, in the helmets of their comrades, and back on Earth in the viewing room, where the entire hierarchy of the New World Order watched in great anticipation.
"Entry point identified, mobilize the rest of the crew. We're going in, watch your flanks."
They dropped into the opening in the hull, clearly a broken segment. The charred, crisp edges a clear indication of weaponry far beyond what they could fathom as possible. They dropped in. Immediately things seemed odd, the hole in the hull should make it impossible for there to be atmosphere or gravity, yet they fell straight to the floor. Most of them anticipated it and landed with the softness of their boots touching the floor.
A couple of them landed on their faces, but their protective gear kept them safe from harm. They sprang immediately to their feet, one knee touching the ground. Their comms were silent, they didn't speak for fear something might hear them. Their leader motioned his hand right, and half of them took off down the corridor, while the other half went left. He remained in the center, eyes on both sets. They wouldn't go far, just enough to recon the area. Meanwhile, the second and third groups were coming through the open hull - M16s and other weapons at the ready.
When everyone was accounted for, they split off and began their search of the derelict craft.
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<Intruders detected. Activating Prime Protocol v1.38>
<The Main hull compromised, thermal shielding compromised. Oxygen systems, online. Safety protocol nets in place. Vacuum, sealed.>
<Awaken, Sigma.>
Far inside the ship's core, machines began to whir to life. For the first time in centuries, they turned on. They spun to life, booting up programs so advanced that the people on board, even with advanced computational degrees, wouldn't even begin to understand. The artificial intelligence came online, all sixteen of them, and they began to power up the defensive programs. The main one of those locked away in the containment pod, for their own protection.
He had a bad habit of getting bored, and they couldn't risk his boredom for very long. Now, though, they needed him. The containment pod cracked open in the middle and began to open. As it slid open, the decompression created a slight fog that obscured the thing inside of it. As it pulled open further, though, the mist dissipated. Inside the pod, a silver-hued thing hung suspended by wires hooked into various ports across its body.
Each of them ejected, and his body fell to the floor - hands, and legs extending instinctively to catch his fall. He coughed, spitting up goo that was implanted within his systems to protect them from time and rust. His head tilted back, and he took in his surroundings. The ship was far different than he remembered, dust and dirt covered everything. Even the floor, when he pulled his hands away, left an imprint in the grime. Clearly, the cleaning crew wasn't doing their job.
<Sigma Program active. Powering up the defense grid.>
All across the ship weapons began to come online, cameras and ionized particle cannons turning on the intruders - yet they didn't fire. They weren't there to protect the ship from the lesser lifeforms. They were there to protect the ship from its main defensive protocol - Sigma Prime.
He stood up and flexed his body, the sound of metal scraping along metal indicating his android frame was in need of some repair. He pulled open the chest cavity and peered inside.
<Fusion Core leaking, optimal power performance unavailable.>
<Switching to auxiliary power supply>
Immediately his power intensified, though not to his full capacity. Without his core being properly maintained, and the nuclear fusion that powered his systems working properly, he couldn't reach his full potential. Most of his weapons systems were maintained well, though. He could sense them properly working. His processors computed thousands of times in the space of a second, and he could tell that - other than his leaky core - everything about him was at full functionality.
<Sigma Prime Protocol Initiated. Defensive Grid, online. Proceed with extinction protocols.>
His neon green eyes glowed, and his head canted to the side as he let his sensor arrays take in every inch of the ship. Smirking, he shifted his feet - and in that same moment, his whole body disappeared. Seconds later, with bodies littering the corridors around him, he had his hand on the throat of the Seargent. His body pinned against the wall, and his feet a full four feet off the ground.
His green eyes held the other's, and his vocal processors kicked in. The sounds that came from his mouth were a garbled mess, a thousand languages melded together. The Seargent, struck by fear and defiance all at the same time, spat on his face and cursed him in his native language of English.
Sigma's head shifted to the side, and from that single utterance was capable of extrapolating the entirety of the language.
"Why have you come here with the intent to kill and steal from me?"
The man's eyes widened in shock, and he scrambled for words.
"Where are you from?" Sigma asked.
"Nowhere! I'll tell you nothing, machine!"
"You don't need to tell me anything, I'll find out for myself."
His free hand pulled a nanofilament of wire from the back of his head - and the spike on the end was larger than the wire, but it was intimidating.
"What are you doing to do with that thing, monster?"
"This..." he said, as he jammed the spiked end through the other's skull - formulating a direct link with his brain. He downloaded the information from the fleshbag, and then let his body drop to the ground. A forced lobotomy left him far worse off than his dead comrades. Sigma turned away and looked directly at the camera on the ship.
<Extinction protocol active. Requesting permission to initiated Scorched Earth.>
<Permission...Granted.>
Sigma nodded, and turned - then blinked himself to the maintenance bay. He took a spare core from the shelf and replaced his power source. The broken one, he put in the auxiliary bay - located beneath his main power cell. The radiation it leaked could kill a person in seconds, but to him, it was mundane, inert. He stepped up to the teleporter system.
<Activate teleporter Alpha-5. Coordinates set.>
<Energize.>
His body disappeared as particles split apart and the very matter that made him up was transposed from the ship to the planet. Of course, in such cases as the derelict vessel, it wasn't always accurate. His body reformed a hundred miles above the surface of the planet, looking down on a field barren and desolate. His eyes focused, and he found a single person standing in the field. It was a cliche, fighting someone in a field, but this was the first being on the planet whose power seemed worth engaging with - according to his sensor arrays anyway.
His seven foot, six-inch frame began to rapidly descend. A metric ton of weight rapidly dropping toward the planet, likely to reach terminal velocity in a matter of a second. His body slammed into the ground with enough force to topple a skyscraper, and when the dust settled and the crater that was once a field came into view again, his body sat with one knee pushed into the dirt - and his right hand closed into a fist holding his body semi-upright. His head down, he lifted his eyes.
He was just wondering if the man was capable of surviving a concussive blast so powerful that it wiped out the majority of the field, and turned all the animals and insects to dust - and blew over the potch-marked, abandoned, dilapidated houses that stood on the empty field.
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Post by jaykush on Mar 2, 2019 0:13:31 GMT
Ethereal energy continued to spread out into the realm in a form of a purple mist molesting the very fabrics of reality tainting its rather natural air into a poisonous essence emitting from Yuske. However this didn't halt the natural charge of ethereal energy charging within the 3rd Ward Dragon, this was due to his energy being connected to him holding special capabilities and defensive passives was sentient, holding a mind of its own. With that being said as the mist thicken feet lifted from the ground shadow beneath him as metaphysical and supernatural awareness and senses allowed him to notice another foreign presence/essence. Power growing within as his passives boosted his natural attributes which was already increased by a couple by the aforementioned Dranzer armor hidden beneath his clothing.
The location was pinpointed above a plethora amount of miles above. He assumed the other would come down and meet the Savage Star, with that being said the influence of the ethereal energy was blinking a metaphysical light that would surely blind innocent or engaging onlookers, however that would be the least of one's trouble. As the man cascaded down, Yuske did the opposite mimicking the others speed defying natural logic due to his twilight rune, the rune of rest, before he traversed the essence of the rune joined the aforementioned ether and coated his body concealing him from sensory other than sight due to the essence masking his own signature, along with that the rune decreased the given gravity in a two meter area surrounding Yuske that would allow him to defy the otherwise natural gravity in this realm. Not only that due to his given passives along with equipment he was able to move at blitzing speeds with minor to no build up.
Tangible afterimages were left in his wake as he casted a hidden spell throughout the essence, which at this moment had blanketed a majority area of the field due to its rapid spreading. And throughout its ongoing traversal it would be rather effective as it was holding an explosive barrier emitting pulses reaching five meters that would detonate upon command or connection by any means. Such explosion would set be enough to destroy the entire field with its metaphysical prowess , the mere force would be enough to destroy buildings and the like as if it was nothing. Spreading for hundreds among hundreds of feet, its what Yuske liked to call his **dirty fireworks**
Avoiding the natural physical destruction that would break bones and cause supernatural burns of the third degree if the body wasn't already completely obliterated by the power of the ethereal explosion. At this moment the foreign being would had assuming he didn't change his actions would had landed just as the explosion was spreading. Yuske closer to y@hweh hovering above ethereal prowess growing as he was rather safe from the destruction occurring a few hundred feet below him. He hoped the other had survived the explosion. Flashy greetings are Yuske's style
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Post by Lysander on Mar 16, 2019 15:37:23 GMT
<Prime Protocol Interrupted. Attack imminent. Immediate action advised.>
Sigma Prime’s sensor arrays picked up on the movement of a being in the area, and even the expelling of energy as the other began to trail himself. It was not the man’s energy he sensed, not even so much the body of the man. His internal computers picked up on the displacement of molecules and air around the moving body. As much as one might wish to mask their energy signature, they always left behind something – some form of evidence of where they’d been. The man would have to be a literal ghost to keep his body from manifesting some displacement of particles. The other was not a ghost, Sigma Prime’s turning head and shielded eyes focusing on his movements told him that. Ghosts don’t have tangible bodies, after all.
And then it came. The explosion. A concussive blast that, in the end, might have rivaled his own. Well, were his still plausible anyway. Quite impressive, Sigma thought, and he shifted the rest of his body to turn and face the man as the explosion rocketed out toward him. He simply did what any halfway intelligent robot would do.
<Shield Protocols Engaged. Thrusters powering>
In the same second that the explosion began moving toward him, shields cascaded around his body – energy filtering from the power core to reinforce his metallic body. The shield took on the edge of an axe at the apex, splitting the explosion around him – channeling it away from his body even as his thrusters activated and his body rocketed forward instead of downward. Once the blinding force of the explosion vanished, his adversary would find Sigma rushing forward with shield fully engaged. The sonic boom that followed his movement resonated across the wastelands.
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