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| Topic Started: Feb 21 2015, 12:26 PM (269 Views) | |
| Bra | Feb 21 2015, 12:26 PM Post #1 |
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| Bra | Feb 21 2015, 12:36 PM Post #2 |
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[align=center]Illusions are fed to us for safety. Whether it's our own safety or the safety of liars is up to us discover for ourselves. - - - - [/align] He wasn't hauled away in cuffs this time. He was escorted like some VIP. The guards stood at his sides as they moved through the dark corridors, their metal armor clanking in unison. The teenage Royce walked between them, his gaze steadily focused on the man that walked in front of him. It was the general, who had formally introduced himself as General Atlas, who moved with prideful steps like a man who had just won a trophy. And in this case, he certainly might have done so. This certainly feels cramped. Came the voice of Typhon, echoing in his head. Royce's eyebrow arched slightly. So this is how it works? You're some kind of ethereal voice in my head? The deity chuckled, a strange sensation when not directly looking at him. Think of me more as an extension of your soul. A buffer if you will. I can sense your thoughts and feelings but I hold no sway over them. But I can feed my energy into you to proliferate your own abilities. The teenager fought back a smirk. Fair enough. Can you tell me how these guys knew I would come out of the water alive? I could but I think it'll be more interesting if you discover that for yourself. Though I must warn you; our conversations will be limited in the coming hours. Unless you'd like to forfeit your life. Care to explain? Not at this time, no. And then he felt a sensation inside his mind, like being next to a wave as it crashed against a rock. And the boy knew that the God had retreated deeper into him. Royce sighed, an action that caught the attention of the general. The man twisted his head slightly to look over his shoulder. "I expected more of a fiery return for you, Degon. Your anger was so palpable before you went into the surf." He quipped, grinning at his own humor. Royce's eyes snapped up to meet the older man's gaze, the silver of his pupils catching the lights as they passed by. "My anger has been cooled by the frost in the ocean. At least for a time." The general couldn't help but laugh. "Yet you've still got that bark. You were a long-shot, Degon, but I'm glad it turned out as it did." The boy didn't answer again, his gaze shifting to the room they had entered. It reminded him of the icy dome that Typhon had trapped him in, though the walls were made up of shimmering white panels instead of frost. All around the room were a series of crescent desks and shadowy men and women sitting in them, their focus on the boy that had been brought in. Small holographic projectors sat on the desks, relaying small bits of information that was too hazy for Royce to pinpoint. In the dead center of the room was glowing platform, beckoning the parade to it. Royce was led right onto the stage, thrust up onto the platform by one of the guards before they moved away. General Atlas stood next to the boy, his chest swollen with pride. "Ladies. Gentlemen. Allow me to introduce Royce Degon. The newest member of the Storm Knights." He said with a booming voice. WC: 570 |
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| Bra | Feb 21 2015, 08:00 PM Post #3 |
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[align=center]Sometimes the news is world-shattering. Other times, it's exactly what you expected. - - - - [/align] Royce's eyebrows nearly rocketed to the ceiling. "The Storm Knights?" One of Kaen's first rulings as the lord of Moran was to initiate a recruiting process for his army and guard. He believed that if the mainland heard about his survival, they would attempt to annihilate the entire settlement. And while the scorned sailor had every intention of launching a war against the rest of Zaun, he also knew that revenge could bide its time until everything was just right. So he recruited the best men and women that proved themselves worthy fighters and began creating the first army of Moran. There was one thing Kaen believed more than revenge; he swore that the hurricane that surrounded the island had become a blessing. Inside its tremendous force, wind gusts blew near hundred miles an hour. The water around the islands was frigid and would freeze men to death in under sixty minutes. So he began training his soldiers in the harshest conditions; forcing them to learn how to fly in the cyclonic wall that surrounded them or numb their bodies in the ocean to learn resilience. Many died, more than anyone would ever dare speak of. But for those that survived, including Kaen himself, they came out the other side forces of nature. Typhon's own power was surrounding the island and its settlers and, by forcing themselves to adapt to the environment, they each were blessed with a portion of his power. Many could stay underwater for hours at a time, rumored to be able to breath it in like air. Others could sail the thunderous sky with such precision and speed that the only sign of their passing was the sonic boom. And others, including the king, found that the elements could bend to their will. Kaen himself widened the range of the hurricane so as to create a better wall to protect them. This elite crew of soldiers were regarded as the best of the best. They were Moran's Storm Knights. General Atlas didn't look back to Royce, choosing instead to continue his address. "This man has emerged from the seas as easily as one that lives in it. Our beliefs are confirmed; even the lowly are beginning to transcend normalcy." Royce sneered. "What are you talking about?" One of the shadowy figures leaned forward slightly. "General. Inform him." She said, her smooth voice almost like music. The officer nodded and finally turned back to the teenager. He reached to his wrist and tapped a small digital button. Immediately the wall in front of Royce lit up with video, footage of men and women standing all in a row. As the camera panned back, more lines of soldiers could be seen standing in a similar fashion. They stood stoic, with spears and swords posed at their sides. The screen changed and showed instead a gathering of men that were standing in the middle of a glass dome. Above and all around the glass was the ocean floor. Their hands were posed against the glass and their eyes were shut tight, as if they were focusing on trying to hear something. The screen changed again and a single soldier was standing on a rocky hill, stripped down to a bare chest and loose fitting cargo pants. His arms were pinned to his sides via his elbows and clouds, not unlike storm clouds, were circling around his limbs. As his hands opened up slowly, white lightning began to crackle between the two swirling storms, flashing in front of the man's face. With a yell, he thrust his hands forward and unleashed a rigid bolt of lightning into the rock face above. It tore the stone from its place and send it bounding down towards the man, bringing along other stones as it rolled. Bordering on an avalanche now, the soldier looked to be in great trouble. But the clouds around his arms began to rotate off his limbs and form near the ground. The man yelled something and a great gust of wind erupted out of the fog he had created, rushing against the oncoming rockfall. It engulfed the stones into its belly and all at once the avalanche was suspended in the air, floating before the man with relative ease and grace. The footage paused there, with Royce's face etched in utter surprise and shock. Atlas moved into his view, smirking as he pointed up. "What you've just witnessed, boy, in the next evolution for Moran. For hundreds of years, many of our peers have had the blessing of Typhon and have been born with special abilities. But this is not some biblical legend; we have solid, factual evolution occurring before us. We are all beginning to adapt to the land we have been given, after so many years." "I've never seen anything like this in my home." The teenager said. "Until you, neither have we. It seems here in Kaen's Step the change is happening more rapidly. Alvead has only had one occurrence of the change." He said, bringing his hand up to point at the boy. "That'll be you." The shadowy figure leaned forward once more. "Legends tell us a lot of things, Mr. Degon. How we came here, the birth of our glorious purpose. The truth has long been hidden away from us and now we're finally getting some answers." She pressed something on a remote and the frozen image changed to the men with their hands against the glass. "The storm that protects this island had been dying out until we discovered the first hundred or so that had gained their abilities. Now we have reinforced it ourselves; these men, along with dozens more in similar structures, use their abilities to keep the hurricane rolling. And there's more, much more." Royce tore his attention away from the screen to look towards her. "Why are you showing me all this? Why even tell me?" "Because few have chosen the path of death after they've discovered their own abilities. And despite your misgivings about our traditions and our beliefs, you are a Moranite. You'll want to do what's best for your homeland." The teenager's features darkened. "All I want is revenge for my family." He hissed. "Your family died in a freak accident and that's what happened, boy, nothing more!" Atlas roared, his anger suddenly rising from nothing. "Now I have no problem forcing you to use your-..." "Enough General!" The woman snapped. Atlas' head swiveled around to glare at her, his breathing coming out in ragged breaths. But he said no more, biting his tongue. The woman turned her attention back to Royce. "You've been given a second chance, Royce. You were earmarked for death, accused of killing the parents you want to honor. We're offering you the opportunity to wipe the slate clean. You can fight for our cause, become a leader for the people of Moran. Or you can die. Those are the only two options given to you." Royce was quiet, looking at the outline of the woman in the shadows. A part of him wanted to call out for Typhon, get some answers and maybe get a chance to escape. But the deity had warned him not to speak to him or he would forfeit his life. Of course; two powerful figures offering him the chance to use his powers or die. Like being stuck in the cyclone of the whirlpool again. His world had dramatically changed in the past twenty four hours. Only a few days ago he was nothing but a teenager living at home with his parents, without a care in the world. Of course he knew that wasn't true. There were cares. And there were troubles. And his life was anything but perfect. And his parents weren't the people he had thought they were and he wasn't the kid they believed him to be. There were secrets, dark ones that none of them dared speak about to one another. The phrase 'I hate you' was used more often in his house than he would dare admit. But did that mean they deserved to die? No; but fate had seen fit to make it that way and now he had no outlet for his anger. A freak accident had killed his parents. Not some shadowy figure in the night. Then why was he still so angry? His eyes snapped back to life, glancing towards General Atlas. "Alright. Let's say I'm interested." WC: 1424 TWC: 1994 |
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| Bra | Feb 22 2015, 02:35 AM Post #4 |
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[align=center]All in all, everything that is buried eventually comes to the surface. - - - - [/align] His world shook. A strange sensation considering his current predicament. His eyes seemed to move under the relaxing cover of his eyelids, his consciousness rushing to the surface. He tried to move his fingers but found those stuck in place. In fact, everything was stuck in place. Well that was stran-... Oh right Outside, the world shook again. But this was more than any minor quake or tremble of large vehicles moving by. It was from vast amounts of explosions. The Royal Avalonian Vault was not some rumor or legend spoken in hushed voices around a dim light. It was, in fact, a real place inside the capital city of Avalon. The high council has admitted to the vault being a tangible place for the taxes and government profits to be combined into one protected sector. Of course, the high council members could never have predicted that the remaining criminals that hid away on Avalon would join forces in an attempt to steal the government's money. See, Avalon had been a beacon of hope during its reign as the head of the Protectorate. It enveloped worlds that weren't ready for intergalactic politics and groomed them in preparation of joining the galactic community. Many believed that the Avalonians were the best society to follow and be allied with. That's why when they were torn asunder during the Galactic War, it hurt more people than anyone could imagine. Avalon now was nothing compared to what it was two years ago. Reduced to its singular homeworld, the Avalonian government had been forced to raise taxes and implement new taxes to rebuild the fortune they lost during the Galactic Conflict. Millions upon millions of zeni was spent trying to mobilize infantry and coordinate their navy. And in the end, they were pushed to their very front gates as the Steel Legion marched upon Avalon in an attempt to squash them out. But with the fall of Rondown, Avalon was spared utter destruction though it cost many lives and even more credits. So in this present time, when the military is weak and the fortunes of the vault are being regenerated, who couldn't blame the gang lords from trying to fill their pockets just a bit more? If only the high council hadn't felt the need to be honest and upfront so long ago. Four gang members swept to either side of the hallway, barely dodging the blaster fire that tore through the center. Markos, the head of the squad, waved his free arm forward towards the guards down the way, pointing out targets for his team. Ginger, a human nicknamed for visibly red neck scar, quickly ducked around the corner of the wall and unleashed a volley of blasts from his arm blaster, each one missing its mark. Artex, a Kekko who was almost always silent, followed after his compatriot and sent a grenade soaring through the air towards the targets. The yells of 'Retreat!' echoed down to their position right before the device detonated, causing the walls around them to shake once more. "How many left?" Markos asked to Leena. She was a saiyan, known for her ruthlessness and brute strength. "Two caught in the blast. Three more retreating back. We're only ten yards from the end of this hallway. The vault's got to be around here somewhere." She said, glancing back at the leader. "What the fuck are we waitin' for then?" Ginger snapped as he leapt out from cover, his arm blaster already up. The teal plasma bolts soared forward in a stormy haze, incinerating the pieces of the wall it touched. One unlucky guard glanced back to check on his fallen comrades and ate a blast right to his face, knocking him lifelessly to the ground. "Two left." Leena said with a grin as she took off after Ginger. Artex followed right after, with Markos bringing up the rear. He held his blaster facing behind them, in case reinforcements happened to get down here faster than they anticipated. The two remaining guards had hunkered down near the door to the vault, their backs against the metal walls as they quickly swapped out battery packs. They each shared a look, one that spoke volumes about their hopes of escaping. But they knew that if they could at least hold the four intruders off for a bit longer, the Royal Guard would sweep in from behind and eliminate the threat. Of course, all hope of doing that was eliminated when the rounded ball bounced between them. Before they could even open their mouths to yell, it detonated in a blinding and fiery explosion that melted metal, armor and flesh alike. "No players left on the board." The saiyan remarked, looking down at the severely burned guards. They had practically melded with the ground from the intense heat. She took a deep whiff of their odors, relishing in the smell of burning flesh. "And now we just have one more door to go." "Artex, check for tripwires. Last thing I want is this entire thing being drowned in acid because we twisted the knob." Markos said, pointing towards the door. The Kekko quickly got down into a kneeling position and began to scan the door panel, his eyes reflecting the holographic image on his wristband. "Just one door to go and we'll all be rich." Ginger said, his fingers sliding against one another. "We encapsulate everything we can and bug out. Dad will want to count his earnings before it's handed out to everyone." Markos said quickly. 'Dad' was the codename that the gang members used for their leader, a shadowy figure that was only known by the inner circle of the crime syndicate. "No alarms." Artex said finally, stepping back from the door. "Allow me then." Leena said, stepping up to the door. With an amazonian-like yell, her muscly arm thrust forward and crashed into the door, causing it to soar inwards. Its clangs as it bounced off the objects in the room was music to the saiyan warrior's ears. They each stepped into the room slowly, their eyes widening as their faces grew bright from the zeni's glow. There had to be millions in the vault, all sorted into organized stacks and basked in soft lighting from the ceiling. Small alleyways had been formed between the towering mounds so guards could escort more cash for sorting. All of that was lovely and beautiful... But the most intriguing part was the box in the center. It was obviously some kind of room, coated in black obsidian to block out light. There was a single door near its front with no window and no door handle to see. But the most interesting part about it was the fact that it seemed to be coated in a layer of ice. "That may be the best prize right there." Markos muttered softly. "What the hell could be in there?" Leena asked, obviously perplexed. Markos pointed at the box. "There were rumors that the Avalonian government had obtained uru metal, some of the most dense material in the known galaxy. It's formed in the heart of a dying star and is damn near impossible to extract or synthesize. But the Keliouxians were close. And it's believable that they might have teamed up with Avalon out of pity and offered them a resource more valuable than gold." "Hot damn. We gotta truck that out out of here then." Ginger said, grinning like a wild cat. He leapt down between the stacks of zeni and moved towards the box, followed closely by the rest of the team. When they reached the door, Artex stepped forward. He stopped before he touched the door, his hand hovering just above metal surface. "Cold. 200 Kelvin." "Jesus, that thing is deep frosted. Touching that would freeze your flesh right off." Markos noted as he looked at another way in or at least a way to turn it off. "How the hell is this thing powered?" "Generator maybe underneath?" Ginger offered, though truly having no idea. "Whatever it is, it doesn't stand a chance against good old fashioned fire." Leena said, fire already dancing in the back of her throat. Her comrades noticed just in time and leapt out of the way as she unleashed a plume right against the door, the flames lapping at the metal. It danced across the surface and clashed with the icy in a battle as old as time. And inside, locked in the frozen prison, Royce Degon finally awoke. "God damn it, Leena. You could have incinerated us! Or more importantly the zeni!" Markos snapped, coughing slightly as he got to his feet. "Whatever Markos, it didn't even work." Ginger grumbled as he shot a glare at the saiyan. He spoke the truth though; the door and the rest of the box was still completely covered in frost, though steam was now rising off of its surface. "Let me try again!" She bellowed, summoning more energy into her mouth. Markos' hand spun around, ready to stand in front of the woman when he heard the human male gasp. Both parties looked back to the box and were just as surprised as Ginger to see the frost beginning to disappear from the surface of the room, at a rapid rate. "Didn't work my ass. Nothing can stand against me." Leena said with pride, a grin coming to her face as they watched the icy film dissipate until it was nothing but water. Puddles formed under their feet as the metal began to warm up as well. Markos looked to Artex, who had moved his hand within an inch of the metal again. With confidence he pushed it against the wall, his fingers splayed on it. He looked to the commander and nodded. "Alright then. Open 'er up!" He said. Ginger whooped and even Artex allowed a momentary smile as Leena was quick to embody her role once more, moving forward to punch this door in as well. Unfortunately for her, it rushed out to meet her. It was knocked off its hinges and slammed into her face, the duo flying back until they crashed into the wall, punching a hole right through it. The other three snapped their attention to the crater that had been formed by the woman's body, their eyes wide with horror. And then slowly all sets of eyes turned towards the door as a body stepped through, yawning. "So...was that my wake up call?" WC: 1763 TWC: 3757 |
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