Grand Fleet

[Kloudy]

William


William had grown tired of this pointless fighting. These fake immortals were clearly not going to surrender their souls as easily and readily as normal mortals and he had been fighting for ages now. He'd had enough. Before exiting the ship the four were fighting in, he bellowed, "THIS IS NOT THE LAST YOU HAVE SEEN OF WILLIAM RUNDELL HAUS CODE! THIS IS NOT THE LAST OF THE GENTLEMAN!" And with that his legs bent, crushing the steel floor below him with the sheer power in his muscles and he jumped, tearing a large hole straight through the roof of the large ship and through several floors until he reached the vacuum of space. As soon as he had, he diminished his form back to his normal demonic self of a mortal body and disappeared from view somewhere in the fleet, suppressing all the signs of his soul or the dark aura that he had previously exuded. 


Drake


Thud. A sound. It was more like something smacking into a chunk of meat, but the pitch was way too low. Maybe it was music of some kind? It had a bass feel to it as it almost seemed to reverberate around his skull. 


Thud. Thud. Oh, of course. It was a heartbeat. Perhaps it was his? That would also explain the roaring of blood in his ears and the pressure on his closed eyes. It felt like he was submerged somewhere, but not quite in water. It was like a kind of viscous syrup, restricting his movement when he tried to stretch an arm. Where was he? He had forgotten. Something was wrong. Why was he here again? Where even was here anyway? 


Thud. Thud. 


Drake opened his eyes to find himself floating in what looked like a purple cloud or storm. Tendrils of energy seemed to find their way past him to the point that it almost seemed like he was moving forward somewhere, like how the stars would shoot past in lines when one would reach light speed. And then Drake remembered. He was in long-range transport from his storage room to... Where was he going to again? He closed his eyes again to think, his brow creasing as his eyebrows drew together. Something about a fleet. A grand one. Well, it must sport a very modest captain if it is considered a grand fleet. Thud, thud. Thud, thud. 


Yes. The Grand Fleet. That was it. The interspace armada of some evil mortal scheme that seemed hellbent on destroying, consuming and assimilating everything in its path. Charming. Not that Drake was considered any more socially attractive, but at least he didn't indiscriminately erase galaxies and the life they held for the harvest of their minerals. Nor did he do it at all, quite frankly. 


Thud. Thud. 


It was time. He had been sent to deal with this fleet himself as part of his job, but he didn't exactly feel like it was going to go entirely successfully. From what he knew, some immortals had already begun an assault on the fleet ahead of him. Supposedly there was an infamous gravity immortal among them. And there was also a large number of demons attacking the fleet as well. Apparently they had started off as just taking advantage of the mayhem, but it seemed like they had mounted their own full-scale assault given they had the numbers and power to do it. 


Thud. 


The Summoning Portal drew near to Drake as he opened his eyes to see the vast expanse of the void of space beyond the purple circle. Already, the fleet was in view. But not all of it, because there was just too much to see. The fleet carried well on past as far as he could see and even the nearby ships were as massive as could be. He hadn't even gone through the portal yet and it seemed like the overbearing pressure of this monster of a convoy would crush him just from its presence. Still he had a job. He had a job to do as per his orders from...


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Some way above the fight that Theon, Nanautzin and Vani were having, a small purple portal appeared, slowly growing until it reached about 3 metres in diameter. And then Drake's head crested from the abyss that was whatever Void dimension he always travelled through when traversing via portal. His lithe frame detached itself with grace from the syrup-like space that seemed to almost not want to let him go. Another portal now formed at his feet and he stood upon it, stabilising himself so that he didn't float away and he assessed the situation. An artificial and two demons were fighting in a ship below him. Given the large viewing port in the ceiling of said ship, it was highly likely that they would be able to see him clearly if they were paying attention to their surroundings. Or if they simply looked up. Staring down at them with dull eyes, Drake decided on waiting and observing their fight before getting actively involved. A tactician never rushed into battle himself unless his plan was ingenious or he was stupid and brave. Although Drake suspected he encompassed at least two of those statements. 


@Rurnur @Petroshka @SleepyBuddha


@Desert Rose  (this is probably really odd, but I only tagged you in this because I wanted to know what you thought about this piece of writing. This is me with the author gloves and hat on. Do you like? Is good? Yas? )

 

[Kent]

Major Cyrell Cleford


He smiled and struck the Crystal Demon with his sword. The sword went through the next, effectively slicing the head of from the body. He then turned his back and the body fell to the floor and exploded. The explosion looked like an electric bomb. He then looked at the String Artificial


"Capturing him would be pointless" He said "He has faced judgement. Now, who is next?"


@Petroshka

 

[Rurnur]

[SIZE= 18px]Theon Otrov[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]Captain of Outer Rim Security -  Grand Fleet[/SIZE]
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Theon was once again surprised by the demon's speed, somehow able to dodge his counterattack, and perform a counter of his own. Perhaps this was the difference in forms showing itself. Nevertheless, Theon was able to extend his attack and swing his blade back to Nanautzin, using it to slice apart the demon's claws before they reached his soul. "Well, looks like you're more capable than I thought." Theon smirked, reaching into his coat with his left hand. "But that's just the power you gained from the souls you selfishly stole from mortals, not your own. I'll show you why Dark Matter has no place in this world, demon." He said before dashing back and away from the demon, pulling out the syringe filled with a glistening white substance. Aether.


But, before Theon had a chance to inject himself, a sudden surge in power was brought to his attention. Another Immortal? But, it was so powerful.. are there really Immortals this strong, just waiting to attack the fleet? And he never even felt the energy approaching, it just appeared in an instant. He'd never seen or heard anything like this. His soul seemed normal, but that energy, something about it was different, although Theon couldn't figure out what. There's no way Theon would try to engage this new Immortal, but he had to be careful, he needed the syringe at this point, just for self defense if anything. @Destructus Kloud


"Here we go.." Theon said to himself, gripping the syringe tightly between his fingers, he tilted his head up, eyeing the new Immortal briefly before stabbing the needle right into his neck. He closed his eyes, feeling the needle enter his soul, the Aether, slowing rushing in and mixing with his energy, molding itself to the shell of his soul. After the Aether was all inside, he gasped and tossed away the syringe, clutching at his chest. He felt the surge of power immediately, like there was some new potential in his soul, just waiting to be unleashed. "Well, lets see what this Soul Armour is all about." He muttered, sheathing his sword before extending his arms, allowing the Aether from his soul to flow out, wrapping around him until it formed a glowing white suit of armour, accompanied with a pair of new blades.

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He took a moment to stretch his limbs, taking a look at the glowing armour he had been presented with. "Interesting, now, lets see if this'll even the odds." He placed his left hand on one of his new blades, and charged towards Nanautzin with his newfound speed, now easily able to match that of the demon. He stopped at the right side of Nanautzin, drawing his already chemically imbued blade in the blink of an eye, sending a wave of highly potent chemicals towards him. @SleepyBuddha

[SIZE= 20px]Deledde Maskin[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]Captain of Military Barracks Emergency Response Team - Grand Fleet[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]Pathetic. Calling for help? Running from the enemy? What an awful excuse for a soldier. Deledde had been listening in on Theon's emergency broadcast for a while now, choosing to remain silent. He knew he was the only one reached by the signal, but he already planned to take advantage of this situation. He'd remove all of the threats himself, get a big promotion, and a big load of syringes. He would smile if it was worth the effort, however, he remained expressionless. He had made his way to one of the control ships, one that wasn't placed too far away from the military barracks. The rest of the soldiers were certainly slacking, or perhaps they just weren't as eager to kill as Deledde was. This ship held a vital machine used to connect every single shield terminal, and if it was destroyed, the entire shield matrix would be terminated. The Fleet knew what would happen, how sensitive their machinery really was. But still, they did nothing about it. Deledde of course wasn't exactly concerned for the Fleet, but he did know this was the place the enemy would come, if they really, really wanted to bring down the Fleet. Meaning, it was the place he'd get to butcher as many intruders as possible. He was perched above the ship's hangar, searching for approaching energy signatures that might be getting near. One stood out, one that was getting deeper and deeper into the fleet. @Noivian "First blood. Think you can just waltz in, and take down the Fleet?" He chuckled to himself. Waiting to come face to face with anyone that dared to enter this ship. He nonchalantly snapped his fingers while waiting, creating sparks from the small amounts of explosive powder produced from his fingers. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px]((Deledde will serve as a boss character to be defeated before the Immortals are able to sabotage the fleet, because of this he'll be more powerful and require more than one person to defeat him))[/SIZE]

 
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[Petroshka]

Acantha nodded at the major and put her hand to her ear, "Theon we dealt with the demons, flesh demon William got away but we got the other one. what about you?" She then switched to another channel. "Gabriel are you near? We should regroup i have a feeling things wont be slowing down." She then turned to the immortal who didn't really do much to help. "will you continue to help us?"


@Rurnur @Gabriel Forfax @Wickedkent @Whale 

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

Alex's soul pulsed with energy as he moved further away from Vani. The constant battles he'd been in during the defense of his home region had slowly and firmly tempered him. He'd gained a deeper understanding of his soul, what it was made of as well as strengthening it. He swung his hand out and several light purple lights shot out of him and revolved around him, forming a grid like pattern. The grid was indredibly dense and served as the perfect shield. He had a sudden understanding towards his own energy and felt as though he was about to burst as his soul continued to pour out more and more gravity energy into his physical form.


He brought his hands together in a praying motion as cracks began to flow across his armor. Then it exploded out, filling in the space between him and the grid he'd set up, revolving in the reverse direction. His body ached slightly and he felt too small. Slowly, he began to expand in size until he reached a surprising height of twelve feet tall. This was smaller than most Immortals who had achieved this form, but his energy was more about being compressed. Slowly, pieces of his old armor began to shoot towards him.


As it struck his body, the pieces of armor changed into a much smoother form. This change felt so much different than the first time. He stretched out his fingers as the gauntlets of his new armor formed across his fingers. As the pure white helmet affixed itself to his head, his hair shot out from the back, turning a silvery color as it flowed with his energy. He could feel each individual strand of his hair and knew he could control it freely. 


He gave himself a small stretch, noting that this new armor was far sleeker than his previous armor, it conformed to his body more. The new height was strange but he was quick to adjust. 

Spoiler

Alex actually felt more at one with his energy than ever before. The grid that surrounded him slowly pulled in, becoming dense little black holes that circled him, their edges like sharp blades. Then he focused on creating his sword, at first his original sword appeared, but it was much smaller in his new hands so he changed it. It expanded to suit his new size and then compressed itself to a thin edge. He gave it a few test swings with both hands together then separately. 


"This is nice" he said softly, his voice surprisingly deeper. He felt as though his soul was still growing, he felt as though his physical form and his soul were closer than ever. He wondered if this new form would trickle down to his previous forms. He then turned his head towards Vani before he vanished in a burst of speed 'Lets see what this new form can do' he thought as he swung the blade towards the Demon. He'd like to see her block this attack. The energy in this sword felt different. If he wasn't made of the same energy, he felt that it would cause the bonds holding his body together would fall apart.


If Vani allowed herself to get cut, she'd find it very hard to pull herself together.


@Petroshka

 

[Petroshka]

Vani hissed at the gravity immortals new form and barely managed to dodge the blade, Before he was done swinging Vani had to decide, fight or flight? she weighted her odds, her against four immortals?! it wont bode well for the lava demon. she swiftly flew away from the gravity immortal towards the virus demon. "I suggest we come back at a later time! have our morsels time to ripen." She then looked off into the grand fleet and flew into a ship gathering lava on the way. She'd have to find other prey until a later date. 


@SleepyBuddha @Seraph Darkfire 

 

[Kent]

Major Cyrell Cleford


He then tapped his earcom device. He decided to send the signal to his ship, the avalon and then from the ship deeper to the military barracks or possibly to the high command. 


"This is Major Cyrell Cleford" he said "Where the hell are our reinforcements." He then redirected the signal to theon.


"Sorry to disturb you, captain" he said "We have taken of the crystal demon, but the flesh demon escaped. Can we aid you?"


@Rurnur

 

[Rurnur]

[SIZE= 18px]Theon Otrov[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]Captain of Outer Rim Security -  Grand Fleet[/SIZE]
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Theon jumped back immediately after performing his attack, leaving Nanautzin's range to hastily respond to his team. This newfound speed would certainly be helpful, these demons would have to do a lot better from now on. "Good work, everyone. I've got the virus demon under control, and the Immortals have chased off the magma demon." Theon thought to himself. Would these soldiers want to go after the Immortals, or the Demons? He knew Acantha wasn't out to kill Immortals, but he didn't know much about the Major, things could get awkward. "We can't let those demons keep wandering around the Fleet, eating the workers, make sure that William or that magma demon don't cause any more trouble." Was this the right thing to do? Would this lead to the fall of the Fleet? He'd certainly regret it if these Immortal suddenly tried to kill him. Did some part of him want the Fleet to fall, by just ignoring the Immortals working their way deeper inside? He wasn't sure. "Otherwise, just try and regroup with me. Stay safe, you guys." He responded, hoping they'd make it, if things started going downhill for the fleet. @Wickedkent@Petroshka

 

[Kloudy]

Drake


Drake raised a curious eyebrow as the fight progressed. It seemed the gravity immortal was also there and he attacked the magma demon, causing it to retreat. That wasn't entirely a good thing for him, because it meant less people fighting the artificials. Still, there was the virus demon engaged in combat more or less as well, so perhaps he would cause a little more trouble. If not then Drake decided that he would have to get involved. And that precaution began as he sunk into the portal at his feet and slowly stepped out of another that formed right next to the chemical artificial. If the artificial was particularly observant, he would notice that on closer inspection, Drake now only actually exuded the amount of soul power as a regular mortal. Somehow, there was very little soul power in his body and it would probably lead to him believing Drake to be a very weak immortal. Of course, when he used his portals the soul power in his body's flared greatly, projecting the true amount of soul power in his body, only for that to mysteriously vanish as he became passive again. Questions like: "Where did his soul go?" and "Is he truly powerful or is that a farce?" would arise in onlooker's mind as they observed the complicated way Drake did things. Of course, stuff like this was usually explained when he battled a person. The trick wasn't entirely complex or innovative, but it was highly effective. But besides that Drake now peered at Theon with dull eyes as he analysed the sleek head piece. Truly, soul armour was something to behold. He wondered if his own was better or worse than this artificial's. Perhaps he would get to test that soon?


@Rurnur @SleepyBuddha @Seraph Darkfire

 

[St. Boethius]

Nanautzin hissed as his opponent reached an armored state. That would at least put him on equal terms with Nanautzin not to mention further bolster his annoying chemicals. As much as he hated to admit it with the Lava demon pulling out that put him at quite the disadvantage.  He would need to regroup with Gruul and absorb the souls he had been carrying all this time. That should give Nanautzin a nice power boost. With his opponent more focused on communicating with his team Nanautzin took the opportunity to escape by bolting straight up and began ripping through the ship with his claws. All the while leaving a little surprise in the hole should he be followed.

 

[Rurnur]

[SIZE= 18px]Theon Otrov[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]Captain of Outer Rim Security -  Grand Fleet[/SIZE]
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Theon sheathed his blade, watching Nanautzin dart away from the fight once again. "As expected.." He sighed, before turning his head to the Immortal that suddenly appeared, or was it a mortal? The energy signature was very different. "Ah, Immortal. While I don't exactly appreciate intruders in the Grand Fleet, i'm only here to remove the demonic presence." Would he want to fight? Theon couldn't forget about that original energy reading, he found it hard to believe that someone could fake an energy reading like that, it seemed more likely that he was somehow supppressing his energy at this point. He was very reluctant to engage with any more Immortals, but at the same time, what would he do if the Fleet were to be destroyed? He doubted that the Red Zone would be very forgiving of his kind, after all of this. "I assume.. you're here to take down the Fleet?" Theon tilted his head, waiting for a response. Well, he definately wasn't one of the outspoken ones, perhaps he'd be easier to reason with. "I'll just tell you.. you probably don't understand the repercussions of such a thing. It'd be bad for everyone, I believe.." He slid his hand along the smooth surface of his new helmet, wondering about the future. "But if thats what you Immortals are going for, I won't be the one to stop you." @Destructus Kloud

 

[Kloudy]

William


Somewhere hidden within the fleet, William grinned as he felt the plan that he had been saving all this time work. That syringe thing he had stolen from that artificial, the one that he had sabotaged all that time ago, had finally been used. Using his mental link with his own flesh, he managed to discern that it was the insufferable chemical faker that had taken the syringe. Perfect. He definitely deserved a little pain. The parasite he had administered into the concoction was merely a fragment of his body, but given a consciousness, his consciousness, it could cause mayhem in one's body and be very hard to be ridden of. However William decided against using it just yet. It would only serve to warn the artificial of some kind of danger. For now the parasite would burrow into the blood stream and secure itself somewhere in the body, undetected. Only at the right time would William trigger it.


(I had actually stated ages ago when I stole Gabriel's syringe that I had tampered with it in some way, and then Theon stole it back and kept it for himself. So now that Theon has used it, it's activated the trap. Just letting you know that it's not just some crap I've pulled out of my arse. )


Drake


Drake raised an eyebrow as the artificial spoke, talking of only removing demonic presences and generally acting as peaceful as he could. Still, Drake was here for idle chat. "I assume... You're here to take down the Fleet?" As Theon said this, Drake shrugged and pointed at him. The gesture was clear: that was up to the captain to decide. Drake briefly looked at the hole the virus demon had created. Perhaps he should capture the demon to put himself in the good graces of this captain? Maybe then he would halt the warpath of this empire of ships. Although such a gesture would probably be too small given that the fleet and most likely it's command would stretch across galaxies. One demon was hardly enough to convince the fleet to stop and go elsewhere. 


"I'll just tell you... You probably don't understand the repercussions of such a thing. It'd be bad for everyone, I believe... But if that's what you Immortals are going for, I won't be the one to stop you." Drake's head turned back to Theon and moulded into a disapproving frown. That sounded like a threat, but not exactly a direct one. This artificial was threatening the Red Zone altogether when he referred to 'everyone', perhaps even considering the damage to the fleet and it's people as well. At least he could see the big picture, but Drake wasn't just here for the big picture. He had been sent to stop the fleet and that would hopefully just entail defeating their command or striking a deal. He would, being the calm and logical person he was, begin with negotiation. He waved a hand before him and a glowing purple light seemed to materialised slowly to form words in the air. They said: 'I have been tasked with halting this fleet.' The words floated there for a moment before Drake waved his hand again, dispersing the energy and reforming it into another sentence that read: 'I am open to discussing how this can be brought about.' Another hand wave and the words now read: 'However, if no agreement can be reached, I will resort to stopping this fleet by force.' Drake raised an eyebrow again at the captain, expecting an answer to come forth. 


@Rurnur

 

[Rurnur]

[SIZE= 18px]Theon Otrov[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]Captain of Outer Rim Security -  Grand Fleet[/SIZE]
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After discerning that the Immortal wasn't an immediate threat, Theon extended his arms and allowed his armour to recede back into his soul. It felt good, this new energy, although, he felt a strange sensation, like something was wrong. But Theon simply ignored it, and continued trying to communicate with the Immortal. "Me? You're not after me, are you?" Theon scratched his head after he pointed at him, looking up at Nanautzin's escape route with the Immortal. "Ah, yes. I've fought with that demon many a time, this is the second occurence where he fled the scene, coward." He let out a long sigh. If only these Immortals were here to clear out the demons, that'd make things so much more simple.


So, he doesn't speak, huh? Theon thought to himself, watching him write words in the air. Normally, a request like this would go ignored. But, now Theon thought long and hard, trying to determine the best possible plan of action. Just.. halting the Fleet wouldn't be so bad, would it? "The commanders of this Fleet would never negotiate, I'll tell you that. However, if you did want to 'halt' the Fleet, the way you go about it would make a big, big difference. Say, if you just disabled their engines, there'd be no harm done. The Fleet would wait in space for many years, repairing their systems, until eventually they got them back online. At that point, I doubt the Fleet would still be going after the Red Zone." Theon pinched his nose, looking down at his feet. Was he really doing this? He folded his arms and looked back up at the Immortal. He knew these guys were going to stop the Fleet one way or another, the least he could do is guide them to do it in the most harmless way possible. "You can.. cross long distances in an instant, correct? So, if I simply gave you the coordinates of a few important machines, you could take them out, yes?" Theon pondered, hoping that this would finally put an end to the conflict. The Immortals would be happy, the Fleet wouldn't be destroyed, and the Demons would soon be taken care of. "Do this, and the main ships that actually propel the Grand Fleet's flight will go offline, putting the entire Fleet at a standstill. Is this what you want? I'm absolutely against this, but this conflict could go in many different, horrifying ways, and I believe this is the best way to end things." He nodded, waiting to see what this Immortal thought of his plans. @Destructus Kloud

 

[Kloudy]

Drake


So the demons were being a scourge here and seemingly more than just a nuisance. Not that Drake wasn't above judging them. It just didn't seem like an entirely effective way of dealing with the fleet. Haphazardly causing havoc around the fleet would certainly cause problems, but if Drake were in charge of these demons, he'd have a few make a head on assault right for the main guns. After diverting most of the troops to defending that area, he would lead a skirmish to quickly take out the command section of the fleet. A pincer attack based off of a massive distraction that would most likely cripple the fleet's command and main offensive weaponry if he was lucky. Still, he wasn't in command of the demons and it was unlikely that they would actually choose to join him in battle should he decide to attack the fleet. Besides, what the artificial before him was proposing sounded interesting enough for him to listen to anyway.


"Say, if you just disabled their engines, there'd be no harm done." Theon then went on explaining the effects of those actions. Indeed, it sounded like a very simple yet effective plan. "You can... cross long distances in an instant, correct?" Drake took a moment to consider this before answering. Short distance, yes, he could do so instantly. But long range transportation required about the same amount of time it takes to travel at light speed to reach said point. Meaning travelling from one side of the fleet to the other would taken him more than an instantaneous second. But even so, there was no point revealing that to the artificial, so he simply nodded. "Is this what you want? I'm absolutely against this, but this conflict could go in many different, horrifying ways, and I believe this is the best way to end things." Now that was the crux of the matter that bothered Drake. Why was an artificial immortal that belonged the the Grand Fleet plot against it? For the sake of saving lives? But then why not simply attack and kill all intruders that enter the fleet, instead of potentially leaving it open to be attacked and destroyed with it's mobility disadvantage? Drake was unsure as to why this man was happy to simply aid him in crippling the fleet so drastically and it was entirely possible that this was a trap as well, but even still, it wasn't like he couldn't deal with whatever was there to greet him at the time.


In response, he waved his hand to make the glowing purple words form again: 'Very well. Please transfer the coordinates to me.' Another hand wave and the words read: 'Would this not be considered as treason to your people? Would you take that risk?' Drake's expression betrayed the fact that he still didn't seem too bothered by the events and plotting that as transpiring before him, despite the apparent concern in the words he's written. He did want to know, but he just couldn't bring himself to express himself in such a way. It wouldn't have been wrong to say Drake felt slightly empty or lost inside, solely acting only due to the orders he had been given. It was fulfilling enough, so he did it. But that didn't mean he had to care. If all those people in the Red Zone died, the only thing he would have to be sorry about was the punishment he would receive for failing. 


As the negotiations progressed, a purple summoning portal began opening behind Drake so that he could prepare for the long-range travel that he would be about to undertake. Actually creating the portal of small size would be basically instantaneous, it was just transporting the physical matter of his body that was the problem. 


@Rurnur

 

[Rurnur]

[SIZE= 18px]Theon Otrov[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]Captain of Outer Rim Security -  Grand Fleet[/SIZE]
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Theon watched the Immortal for a moment, forming more words in order to communicate. Looks like he could get the work done, this should work well, then. "I won't pretend this is a good idea on my part. I don't know, maybe I don't want the Red Zone destroyed either. Let's leave it at that." Theon let out a deep breath, rubbing his face as he began to recall the locations of the engine terminals. There could be upwards of six terminals, but as long as half of them were destroyed, the engines should cease function in their entirety. "Now, if you can jump in, destroy a terminal and get straight out, the Sentinels shouldn't have time to react. Do you think you can pull that off, Immortal?" He asked, before he began to list off three particular ships, and where the terminals would most likely be located. "There probably won't be any Immortals guarding it directly, just make it quick. Or don't, we'll see what happens." @Destructus Kloud 

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

Alex floated higher above the battlefield to see it better. With his new form, his sense had grown much stronger. He focused his soul to observe what was going on and noted what was happening with Theon and the new arrival "Sentinels" he mumbled. He knew that he could grow stronger but for some reason, when he tried to force that change, his soul shook as though it was close to shattering, so he abandoned the attempt, more focused on solidifying the power of his new form.


The Sentinels were a problem though. He understood that they were of an even greater level than he was now. At most, he could hold his own against one for a short time, but he certainly wouldn't last very long before he was killed. He had to weigh the risk/reward for himself. Fighting a Sentinel would give him a higher understanding of his own power, possibly even reaching a stronger level. At the same time, he could die before he got that far.


He closed his eyes and focused on his meditation. He'd see what would happen if a Sentinel appeared.

 

[Noivian]

Nova skidded to a halt, spotting a nearby artificial Immortal standing... waiting... it was ominous. Nova got the feel that perhaps she should proceed with caution. Standing up straighter, she approached with a calm demeanor. "So are you my final obstacle? The one protecting this fleet when all else fails?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow. He looked tough. Nova wasn't sure she wanted to pick a fight with him... perhaps she could employ a trick of sort? Deception was easy depending on the person... she needed a good grasp of his inner workings before she could strike up a 'partnership' with him. Planting the blade of her sword in the ground so the hilt stood up, she leaned on it nonchalantly. "Does that make you the boss or something?" she asked, tilting her head. "Perhaps we could strike up a deal or something, then."

 

[Rurnur]

[SIZE= 20px]Deledde Maskin[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]Captain of Military Barracks Emergency Response Team - Grand Fleet[/SIZE]
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Upon seeing the Immortal approaching the ship, Deledde stood up and jumped down to the hangar, facing the girl. He stretched his arms out, watching her intently. Her energy signature was rather low, it wouldn't be difficult to take her out. "More like, the first. You really don't understand how powerful this Fleet is, do you?" He tilted his head, eyeing her up and down before waving his hand around in a circular motion, causing a flow of powder to emerge from his fingertips. "The bosses couldn't care less about the insignificant squabbles down here. However, I am here to minimize damage to the Fleet. The fact that you're even here is impressive, or are you not aware of how important this ship is?" He began taking a few steps forward, with more and more powder emerging from his hands, floating in the air around him and circling his arms. "It'd be fun to see the Fleet go down, but more fun to destroy all of you myself." @Noivian

 

[Gabriel Forfax]

Metal ringing was omnipresent, echoing after Gabriel as she ran couple of floors underneath the raging fight. Hallway walls stretched far from her sight, making the Officer feel as if she hadn't move from the entrance at all, still she dashed forward, breaking holes in the ceilings and climbing on their level once she was far in front of the ongoing battle. Serpents were the creatures Forfax used in a fight along with pure physical strength, beings that were not as effective in open combat as they were in ambushes, and with that she crouched down at the middle of the hallway, waiting for the prey to come to her.



A large serpent composed of highly compressed diamond patiently waited for its creator's order, even a slight movement of  the monster's tail leaving scratch marks on the metal flooring. Gabriel used most of her energy into creating a minion that was as heavy as the suit she wore with skin insanely difficult to break. With such mass and sturdiness, even in the Officer's case it would be an act of insanity to try and block the diamond serpent's attack. Having been completely drained from her energy, Forfax waited for it to get replenished, closing her eyes and focusing on the sounds around her in hopes of detecting her enemies way before they detected her.

With her eyesight plummeting into black the Officer was able to concentrate on the flow of the matter in the air and the quietest of sounds, zoning out to the point of being able to hear and tell apart every footstep that each of the combatants made. Even the slightest of sounds felt irritating to her as she followed the each footsteps the immortals and demons made as they fought, feeling their energy in traces enough to tell that William left, only for an another person, an immortal presumably, to take his place.


Gabriel flinched, physically hurt by Acantha yelling trough her ear piece. She threw the ear piece away, covering her ear with her hand at the sudden pain making her deaf from a brief moment. Looking over at the device the Officer picked it up once again, keeping it at a safe distance from her ear as she slowly regained her normal hearing. "Keep going forward, Acantha, I'll intercept you." Gabriel assured over the connection before turning it off and focusing once again on their movement. The Officer could feel something different, more powerful about her Captain's energy. Did he use the syringe?

@Petroshka @Rurnur @Destructus Kloud

 

[Noivian]

"Don't you think it would be more fun if we took out Bad Town first?" Nova stated simply, standing up straighter as he approached. She could tell this was not a fight she was going to win. "Isn't that your end goal, after all? Enslave all of humanity and kill all Immortals? Doesn't that include the Bad Town area?" Nova looked around. "Or, I'm sorry, was all this just for us? Because honestly, I'm flattered, really. But we gotta recognize our true potential. Why not, instead of enemies, we be allies? And when's all said and done, you can stab me in the back all you like?" 


Granted, this wasn't her best form of bargaining, but it was only now apparent that Nova could not possibly win a one on one against this guy, and he was more than likely able to keep pace if she ran away. Meaning she had to talk her way out of this. "Think of all the promotions, the praise you'll get! You, whatever your name is, will go down in history books or whatever as the guy who brought everlasting peace upon this universe. Me, I'm easily forgotten. If we're really as weak as you say we are, then why not use us as advanced foot soldiers? A small army of Immortals, fake or not, could easily wipe that little stain off this pristine universe you got going on here. It shouldn't really be a problem wiping us up afterwards, apparently." Picking her sword out of the ground, she started backpedaling slowly, if this negotiation went wrong.


(Sorry if there's information in here about Bad Town that Nova shouldn't know - I didn't know she shouldn't know it oops) @Rurnur

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

Alex paused in his meditations to look to the side, towards the more central area of the Grand Fleet, where he could sense the fiery energy of Nova. He gave a soft hum to himself before rolling forward and vanishing in an instant burst of speed. His speed had increased tremendously, to the point that every small step for him made it possible to travel kilometers. 


He was a little worried about the energy near Nova, it felt threatening. He frowned and moved faster, heading towards where the Immortal was. From what his expanded sense was telling him, she was trying to convince the Artificial Immortal to ignore them. That wouldn't work. Why would a massive force such as the Grand Fleet need a small amount of Immortals to join them? Alex was all for peace, but he was not willing to bow his head and submit, that was their job. His eyes flashed, he'd force the Grand Fleet to admit they were wrong for attempting to attack his home.

 

[Rurnur]

[SIZE= 20px]Deledde Maskin[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]Captain of Military Barracks Emergency Response Team - Grand Fleet[/SIZE]
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Deledde let a smirk grow across his face, tilting his head up and looking down at the Immortal before him. This was interesting, did she really expect to find no resistance when trying to take down the Fleet? Her ramblings couldn't help but bring a smile to his face. "It's Captain Maskin, and I have no misconceptions about my own strength. For example, I know for a fact that I can crush your soul with relative ease. However, Bad Town? That's not my business. I'm just saying, but if those Sentinels really could destroy Bad Town, they would have done so already." He clenched his fist, coating his knuckles with a fine layer of red explosive powder, reading to explode upon impact. "Let me guess, you haven't even seen Bad Town before? I guess you never know when you're looking at it. There's no stars anymore, and Bad Town is black as the void. Not many know how big it really is." So, these Immortals really don't know about Bad Town? Their whole plan about halting the Fleet makes a little more sense now.


"Basically, I know who my prey is. It's not those dark hunters down there, no way. It looks just.. like.. you." He chuckled and brought his fist up to his chest, before dashing forward across the hangar floor, sliding towards the Immortal with incredible speed. As he got close to her, he thrust his fist forward and detonated the powder before it impacted her, causing an explosion between the two, that sent them both flying back. @Noivian

 
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[Noivian]

Nova's cheesy, pained smile slowly faded to a look of pure horror, the closer he got. What had she gotten herself into? She raised her sword, flat in defense as he raised his fist, but the explosion still knocked her back. Slammed back against the hangar door, she gave an open-mouthed, soundless cry, the air knocked from her lungs. Collapsing to her hands and knees, she coughed, trying to regain the air to breath. Technically, she could still function without air, but it hurt like hell trying to move one's body in a rapid fashion with your diaphragm spasming wildly. From one who usually dealt with mortals, it was hard fighting immortals, artificial or no. She looked to her hand, cloaked in red plate armor. She had this armored form... what good did it do if she couldn't properly utilize it? What good was she like this? She balled her fists, feeling the wind rush back into her lungs. 


Standing, Nova picked up her sword by the handle. There was no way she was going down without fighting. Her jaw clenched in resolution, the five fire tails igniting once again. "Fine. If that's how we're going to play..." Swirling with fire, she gathered her energy into a charge, using the heat from her flames to carry her forwards, leaving scorch marks on the floor. She gave a swing with her sword, the blade alight with flame. @Rurnur

 

[Rurnur]

[SIZE= 20px]Deledde Maskin[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]Captain of Military Barracks Emergency Response Team - Grand Fleet[/SIZE]
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He watched his opponent struggle against his explosion, while he simply allowed himself to slide back along the hangar floor. "Fire, huh? Let's see what you can do, Immortal. You better not hold back, cause this is your last chance to show me something interesting." He said while dusting off his knuckles, snapping the fingers on both his hands to release spirals of powder that flowed around his arms. She hadn't immediately left the fight upon realising her disadvantage, this was a relief. Even if it were easy, it would still be a decent fight, watching this girl fight her hardest until her final breath.


As the Immortal charged towards him, Deledde twirled his left arm, manipulating the powder surround it to rush towards her, coating her soul with a layer of explosive residue. At the same time, just as the girl swung her blade, Deledde snapped the fingers on his right hand, detonating the powder that had been swirling around it in order to force himself backwards, using the blast of the explosion to get out of range of the enemy attack. As the explosion went off, it caused a chain reaction with the previously applied powder on her soul, causing the powder to detonate all at once, causing a much larger explosion. Deledde skidded to a halt, watching to see if the girl would come safely out of the two explosions. @Noivian

 

[Noivian]

The swing never seemed to connect. Nova could feel the conflicting energies around her soul, the explosion, and then another. Already, her soul felt like it was going to shatter. Willing herself to stay on her feet, she flew back, but ended up tripping on debris, tumbling head over heels to land face-first on the dirt. It couldn't end like this...! Nova wouldn't let it. She refused. But his power was too strong... there was no way she could offensively attack head on, she knew now. That meant she'd have to take a roundabout way. Her five tails laid onto the ground, igniting a ring around them. Though Nova was sure he wasn't going to run away, this assured that Nova would at least get a blow in via residual fire, should she choose to flee and should he choose to pursue her. 


So, explosions... how to counter that? It seems mostly close-ranged - Nova wasn't sure how far or where he'd put the explosive powder, or when he'd ignite. For now, she'd dodge and launch attacks from afar as best as she could. Anchoring her sword into the ring of fire to keep it burning, she lifted the palms of her hands to the artificial immortal, launching a small volley of five fire balls to see how he'd combat it. @Rurnur