Grand Fleet

[Rurnur]

[SIZE= 18px]Grand Fleet Admiral[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 24px]Azal Faust[/SIZE]
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Faust raised his eyebrows curiously at one of his fellow Admirals. "Did my words not reach you, Admiral? This is but an opportunity, to do what this fleet was meant to do. But, if you insist on spending your time on such menial tasks, I ask that you get it done quickly, I need my Sentinels on the front lines for a war, not swatting flies." He nodded at the Sentinel before he left the chamber. After he spoke to Axcel, Faust returned to his high throne and once again looked out upon his Sentinels. "If the shield matrix was a simple piece of technology, then yes, we could restore the shields before impact. But that is not the case, Bad Town has us in it's grip, and there is no point in resisting any further. I'm sure you can all feel the darkness seeping into the fleet at this very moment. There's no going back, this is where we fight, Sentinels." He spoke loudly, allowing his voice to reach the ears of every Sentinel in the fleet.


Soon after, Faust was met with an interesting guest in his throne room, was this the Immortal who had some part in the fleet's sabotage? She didn't appear to be in good condition, how unfortunate. At least this showed his guards were not completely useless in their defense of the fleet. Axcel didn't dissapoint when he was asked to be quick in his mission. "Oh, welcome, welcome." Faust grinned at this curiosity. "Azal Faust, the Admiral of this Grand Fleet. Who might you be?" He straightened his back, watching to see how this Immortal would act, how the fear would grow in her eyes. "Someone, please assist our guest." Faust motioned to one of his Sentinels to help her to a nearby seat.


@Petroshka@Wickedkent@Noivian

[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]"Dammit, don't interfere!" Deledde shouted as he caught the cannonball from above, forcing it's detonation to be delayed, ready to be used in another attack, for now he kept it rested upon his shoulder. Holding his position as he tanked an attack from the gravity Immortal, feeling the waves of energy pulsate through his soul, but still keeping intact. He cursed himself, noticing a number of new energy readings approaching, one was this new Immortal that blocked his attack, and the other being the always recognizable energy signature of a Sentinel, most likely executing the Immortal who had just deactivated the shields. This wasn't good, now that arrogant Sentinel would surely take these kills for himself, leaving Deledde with nothing gained from this whole situation. "Well, it was fun while it lasted. Looks like an Admiral is here to personally wipe you two out, no fair." He laughed and held the cannonball in both hands, preparing to toss it at the newcomer. "Though it doesn't mean i'm done with you, this is for ruining my attack!" He shouted and tossed the cannonball with immense force, using two smaller explosions to propel the projectile, this time, he would be prepared to detonate the cannoball before it could be absorbed into any portals. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px]After launching his attack, Deledde quickly turned his attention to the approaching Sentinel. "Admiral! There is only so much one can do, when faced with multiple opponents. But allow me to redeem myself by destroying these Immortals myself!" [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px]@Wickedkent@Seraph Darkfire@Destructus Kloud[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 18px]Theon Otrov[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]Captain of Outer Rim Security -  Grand Fleet[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]"I would beg to differ, Major. Do we even truly have a place in this war anymore? The Sentinels are taking on Bad Town, and they don't need us to win." Theon frowned and turned away from the Major, looking over at Acantha briefly. "I don't think anyone can really know how they'd react in such an extreme situation, you can't blame me too much." Upon noticing his team member in the area, he watched as Gabriel approached him, welcoming the impact of her fist, only to be stopped by Acantha's strings. He sighed, looking over at his "saviour". "I can take it, Acantha. If she wants to waste her energy on me, so be it." He pulled his head back and headbutted the fist caught in midair, before regaining his composure. "Happy, Gabriel?" He smirked at her weakly. "I don't know about you guys, but my priority is our people, whether they want it or not, the mortals in the fleet need help. It's gonna be a feeding frenzy, I assure you, and I'll bet you the Sentinels won't be making a point of protecting them." Theon gave a deep sigh, rubbing his forehead. "You can all go Immortal hunting, if that's where your priorities lie, not me though." He then kicked out a window and dashed out into space. "Now, if you're going to kill me, do it now. Otherwise, I have a duty more important than anything the fleet could assign."[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px]@Wickedkent@Petroshka@Gabriel Forfax[/SIZE]

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

"I can provide some modicum of a distraction" Alex said grinning as he pointed at the cannonball and twisted his fingers in a small spiral. His energy pulsed and several small black holes formed around the projectile. The resulting gravitational forces began to slow it down as the black holes began to absorb and rip apart the cannonball. At the same time he looked at Drake "Lets go, if an Immortal under me is in danger, I have to save her, no matter how dangerous the opposition is" he chuckled "Besides, I might get stronger" he squeezed his hands together as he generated a small white hole in between his palms "No matter how powerful someone is, they can still be killed, especially if you catch them off guard"


@Destructus Kloud


@Rurnur

 

[Kloudy]

Drake looked at the white blobs in Alex's hands doubtfully, unsure whether it would be effective or if it would just blow them all to pieces. Either way, the plan was now deemed possible and his hands were tied. Internally cursing his own logic, Drake simply shrugged and raised two fingers up in a peace sign. Immediately two purple portals spawned above them respectively and swallowed the immortals up, leaving no trace that they had been there save for the black holes.






Opening their eyes, the immortals would find themselves floating through some kind of purple subspace. Drake liked to call it the 'Void', so to speak, in which it seemed like some form of separate reality in which he used to travel quickly across the universe. Drake had always assumed it worked in a similar way to a wormhole in the idea that the fabric of space was folded like paper, so the two holes were able to form in vastly different and faraway places, or even just close by. Their current transit seemed to be taking a while, just like his trip the each engine room had, so it was safe to assume that this main control room area was far from their position in comparison to the fleet as a whole. Taking the time to think and plan, Drake faced Alex and waved his hands: 'We will be arriving right in thick of it soon. You will need to act immediately. Are you prepared? ' They would be materialising right in  the centre of the room, the place where Drake's portal would have had a view of predominately, meaning there wouldn't be much in the form of cover. Plus the sentinels and Nova might have moved since Drake had last checked and it was too late for that now. He couldn't use his portals whilst in transit, nor did he think an being could use their powers whilst in transit, meaning Alex's was probably just being frozen until they exited again.


@Rurnur @Seraph Darkfire (just thought I'd give 'em a bit of time to interact before we gate crash so soon. )

 

[Gabriel Forfax]

Gabriel glared at Acantha as sharp strings had cut into the armor of her fist, opening her mouth to say something to her, only to look at Theon in slight surprise as he hit his head against her fist himself. The Officer lowered her hand, having calmed down from the sudden twist of events. "Humans in the Grand Fleet are our biggest priority, and they were betrayed the moment that  the sabotage happened, sir." The Earth Artificial stated, but she didn't attack Theon as he left and kicked away the window. In fact, she walked towards the hole in the wall and jumped trough it into the vacuum of the space, flying up to him. "We are a team and we should share the same faith. Count on me, captain." the Officer saluted, accompanied with the diamond serpent that was levitating near her. Gabriel looked over at both Acantha and the Major. "All for one and one for all, isn't it?" She slightly smiled, waiting for them to make a right choice.

@Rurnur @Petroshka @Wickedkent

 

[Petroshka]

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Aarshiya stared at that little thing that was now in the middle of the bridge, instantly the metals around it's limbs seem to melt submerging the immortal's hands, feet and hip under a very strong metal. Aarshiya had half a mind to deal it considerable pain for bringing the fleet in danger but hesitantly stopped just as the hard metal liquids were about the pierce the immortal in all directions. "You, did you deactivate the shields?" Her voice cold and with a few hints of malice. She 'floated' towards the immortal pointing her staff at the immortals face, in the middle of a staff was a small metal ball spinning extremely fast. If this immortal resisted interrogation it will suffer, immensely.


@Rurnur @Noivian

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Acantha stopped and stared at the two in surprise and glared at the major in complete curiosity. What are you thinking? To her friends it was obvious that they knew what she herself would do, but the major is quite the wild card. Sighing she used her strings to slowly move her by them "You know what i am thinking." She looked back at the major, if he disagreed she would have to eliminate him. Her friends might disagree so she'll simply do it when hes out of the line of sight. "no loose ends" she said under her breath turning away giving a cold stare before he was out of sight. Of course it was a low possibility that he would disagree with them. After all he didn't attack Theon just yet, and there is an imitate threat in front of them. But a possibility is a possibility  


@Rurnur @Wickedkent @Gabriel Forfax

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

Alex nodded "The instant I act will give you plenty of time to rescue Nova" he said. The energy he was building up for his attack would be tremendous, to the point where he was going to use all of the energy he was capable of putting out. The resulting destruction would not be a very simple thing.


Meanwhile, he took the time to observe the space they were traveling through. It was interesting, there was no sense beyond the area they were in, as if there was a simple, vast emptiness beyond it. Even space had more substance. It was like a realm of it's own. He idly wondered if he could move a planet and it's star into this space. If he could hide a world here, it would be the perfect place to make a base of Immortals. If it was possible, that would make Drake the most valuable resource. Without him, no one would be able to get into their home.


@Destructus Kloud

 

[Noivian]

"Uh, N-n-n-n-" Nova gulped, trying to answer the first one's question. She was like a cornered animal, surrounded by predators. When the floor crept up and engulfed her in its grasp, she cried out in fear, struggling against the restraints. But it was too late - she had been ensnared. Lighting her body on fire, she attempted to burn her way through the metal, but with her still weak soul, couldn't gain enough heat to actually melt the metal. Her body would be shaking in fear, if she weren't held on the spot. "N-n-n-" her voice picked back up again, "Nova. My-my name is Nova," she said finally, able to squeeze out a few words. Looking to the metal Sentinel, Nova couldn't decide in time to lie or not, so her body decided to weakly shake her head. Perhaps cooperation could mean survival? But then again, she did deactivate the shields... they could probably kill her right then and there over that. She could push the blame onto Alex, say it was his call, but really she ran off on her own. Was that really something to blame Alex on? Take one for the team, she told herself. Gulping, she closed her eyes and waited for the end. 


@Rurnur @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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Now accompanied by his old team members, Theon happily saluted each of them, preparing to lead them towards the Mortal cities. "Exactly, we may not be the strongest compared to the participants in this war, but we can get things done together. Right?" Theon beckoned his subordinates, giving the Major one last chance to join them before speeding off towards the residential ships, dashing between bridges and taking as many shortcuts as possible, keeping in mind the Grand Fleet's slow increase in speed as it was dragged through the atmosphere. As far as Theon was concerned, this wasn't official fleet business anymore, nor was he the official captain of any security team. This was simply his duty as an Immortal, because what purpose does any Immortal serve, unless it is to protect those who cannot defend themselves? If Theon had things his way, there wouldn't even be any Immortals. But with dark matter infecting this world, protectors like himself were most necessary. He had decided, he would keep fighting.


@Petroshka@Gabriel Forfax@Wickedkent

 
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[SIZE= 18px]Grand Fleet Admiral[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 24px]Azal Faust[/SIZE]
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Faust's eyes narrowed upon one of his Sentinels. "Aarshiya. Perhaps you should take this throne instead of myself, if you insist on interrogating my guest. In the middle of our conversation no less." He attempted to address her calmly, becoming somewhat frustrated at his subordinates lack of self-control. "Forgive the rudeness of my Sentinels, Nova. Some have not yet accepted the new fate of our beloved fleet. Is it true you had nothing to do with this? It appears you fought well, and I can only assume you have accomplished much, in the short time you have been a guest here in the Grand Fleet." He leant forward, placing his arms on both his knees, eager to hear more from this being. "We're not keeping you from something, are we? I'd hate to hold you up if you have somewhere important to be. However, it appears a friend of yours wishes to see you, and perhaps is too shy to come inside. I assure you, we'd all love to meet him." The Fleet Admiral grinned confidently, fully aware of the Immortal with the unique ability in search of this Nova, though he guessed that re-capturing his friend was a lost cause when he saw his Sentinels. "Hopefully he can join our little chat." @Destructus Kloud@Noivian@Petroshka

 

[Petroshka]

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Aarshiya Shot a look at Azal Faust, there was no true emotion nor thought going through her mind but the metal around the immortal slowly went back to what it once was. Her staff slowly receded into Aarshiya's body before she resumed a passive stance, arms receding back. No words came from her, her head shifted toward the immortal, before she retreated back to her previous position. With a small disturbance on her smooth metallic face she simply listened what the immortal had to offer. Why had she acted like she did? She pondered that question with flashes of the figure back in the glass vat with glowing liquids. Her mind now mediating she stood still like a statue still listening. 


@Rurnur @Noivian

 
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[Kent]

Admiral Axcel Asteros
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He looked at the captain and raised his eyebrows.
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"Redeem yourself?" He asked "You have nothing to redeem. You're Incompetence and incapability to command and fight resulted in the deactivation of the shields. You let one through, somebody who barely has any energy to fight. Why did you not apprehend the immortal? Stop her from deactivating the shields? I have so much confidence on the soldiers, but you disappoint me captain. Now off you go and do what you usually do. You have nothing to redeem here as the immortals are already gone, but I know where they are going." He then tapped his Sentinel Information and Communication Device and connected it to the Screens in the bridge.
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"I sent you a gift" He said "No time has been wasted, I apprehended an Immortal and I believe two more are coming that way." He then noticed a figure in the middle of the room abd just smiled. He was live while walking towards the main battlefield where the demons are.
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Major Cyrell Cleford
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"Very well" He said as he adjusted his glasses. "I will aid you in getting the mortals to a safe place, but I should warn you. Once the fleet collides with the surface of the planet, there will be no safe place. There are creatires far worse there than the demons we have just met. They would be in par with the powers of the Sentinel's, but let us do what we can do."
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@Gabriel Forfax @Rurnur @Petroshka
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[Kloudy]

Drake nodded as the exit portal approached. Drake had also once considered attempting to move a small solar system into this void-like space that he travelled through,  but the power required to do so would be too great. He would either need to get a whole lot more powerful, like Guardian-level, or he would need something to boost or amplify his powers temporarily. Just for as long as it took to spawn a portal to swallow up said solar system. Of course, he could try to transport a planet in here, he estimated that he was just powerful enough to fit a small one through his largest portal for a short amount of time, but the problem would be it had no sun and he knew he couldn't fit one through with how he was now. Of course, artificial light and heat could be created with today's technology, but that stuff took years to set up from scratch. They would have to prepare the planet beforehand. Drake shook his head and fixed his attention back to the matter at hand. The portal was nearly upon them, now was the time. Alex would go through first and he would linger by the edge, to immediately attempt to evacuate Nova. If all went well, they could all get away alive and unscathed.



A purple spark fizzled into existence behind Nova, crackling slightly before giving way to a large portal the diameter of a car. Following the distraction that Alex would have caused, Drake's hand extended from the portal. Above the fire immortal, another purple portal formed and descended down upon her, swallowing her whole before disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared.


@Rurnur @Seraph Darkfire @Noivian @Petroshka

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

When Alex appeared, a bubble of gravity formed around Nova almost instantly to protect her from the resulting attack. With a pulse, he swung both his hands out to his sides. There was a crackle as white light expanded from his palms, stretching and instantly hitting the walls. The attack was an instant burst of powerful energy expelled from the White Holes in his palms. A bombardment of light, energy, and radiation, filled with as much of his energy as he could force out. The light from the attack was so powerful that it could be seen streaming through the walls and out into space.


Matter closest to the blast was stripped down into it's basic components whereas Nova was. Alex certainly hoped that Drake would be able to pull him back. The amount of energy he was forcing out of his body was enough to make his soul shudder in pain, if he was left here, he'd certainly die for he would not even be capable of defending after this. Whether or not he could actually do damage to a Sentinel, they'd have to at least focus on defense.


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@Noivian


@Petroshka


@Destructus Kloud

 

[Petroshka]

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upon seeing the portal  open and another immortal came though the flash of light didn't affect Aarshiya as much as she doesn't have normal eyes, She formed a extremely harded metal ball around around the immortal,  but it wasn't to protect the sentinels, they didn't need something to protect them. instead it was to focus all her energy into pouring as much alkaline metals mixed with a brittle iron shell into the ball and the portal. charging the metal to explode  throwing shards of metals everywhere. At the same time Aarshiya consumed the new immortals legs in the floor of the ship, metal sprouts flew at the hands of the gravity immortal to stop it from moving. "sheeps in a wolves den" @Destructus Kloud @Seraph Darkfire @Rurnur @Noivian

 

[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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After once again failing in his attack, Deledde seethed beneath his armour while the high and mighty Sentinel lectured him. If this was such an important place to defend, why was he just sitting about in some throne room, doing nothing? While he was out there fighting off hordes of attackers. Though he hated to admit it, the Immortals had surpassed his expectations, which led to his failure. It wouldn't be a stretch to say even the Sentinels would face the same problem, especially considering their overconfidence was far more extreme than his own. "If the fleet could fall so easily, then it deserved to fall. Rank means nothing now, don't act like you're better than me." Deledde snarled before allowing his armour to dissipate, glaring at the Sentinel before dashing away, heading deeper into the fleet's core, in search of any more intruders he could take down. @Wickedkent

[SIZE= 18px]Theon Otrov[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]Captain of Outer Rim Security -  Grand Fleet[/SIZE]
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As he travelled through the fleet, Theon took a look back at the other soldiers accompanying him, nodding at the Major after noticing he had chosen to accompany them. "We're getting close. Now, we'll need a plan to assure the safety of the residential ships." Theon thought hard as he and the rest of the group grew closer to the residential area. It would take far too long to actually seperate every ship from the military portion of the fleet, but maybe.. evacuating the mortals to a few select ships would make for an easier escape? But wait, would the individual engines really be enough to escape Bad Town's gravity? Was there some way to land the ships safely? But even then, the mortals being so bunched together would make it so easy for the demons to pick them off. At the very least, they could be there to calm the crowds, and protect them from any more dangers that may present themselves. @Wickedkent@Petroshka@Gabriel Forfax

[SIZE= 18px]Grand Fleet Admiral[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 24px]Azal Faust[/SIZE]
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Azal glared at the intruders, looking down upon them from his throne as his long white hair was blown back by the impact of the Immortal's attack. Within a few seconds, his eyes darted towards Aarshiya, and gave a dissaproving look towards Axcel's broadcast, assuming that he would be watching in order to recieve new orders. "Get them. The intruders on his fleet have been allow to tamper with our proceedings for far too long. Aarshiya, Axcel, i'm sure you two will be more than enough to apprehend the two men that interrupted my conversation." Like Axcel had stated, two Immortals. The one who dared to actually attack him was the "negotiator" from the beginning of their assault. They had come far, and Azal was not dissapointed, but now, it was time for the fun and games to end. @Seraph Darkfire@Destructus Kloud@Petroshka@Wickedkent@Noivian

[SIZE= 24px]DYMIC[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]Death filled the air on the surface of Bad Town, thick, toxic fumes diluted the atmosphere, floating out of the camps filled with captured Mortals, waiting to have their souls harvested. Helpless souls wandered in lines, stepping into various structures in order to wait their turn, or have their energy sucked out and soul prepared for consumption by the Huntsman clan. They didn't fight the process, or attempt to escape. The overwhelming presence of the "Soul Harvest" Dymic, was enough to drain all hope and willpower from any Mortal that stood before him. One of the Huntsmen, Dymic was feared beyond all other creatures in this world, he could take whatever he wanted, and prided himself on doaing so in a convenient and organized manner. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px]During his regular duties of providing the death camps with appropriate quantities of toxic energy, Dymic looked up into Bad Town's atmosphere, as the gas clouds parted briefly, he became aware of the glowing bright white mass that seemed to be approaching the planet. The Grand Fleet, had finally decided to attack? Or was this their absolute downfall? Dymic had always wished to feast upon the pure, delicious mortal souls that were so conveniently located  bunched up together in that fleet, and now seemed like an appropriate time to do so. At the very least, he could weaken the population to the point where the other Huntsmen could feast on them with no special effort required. Either way, being so close to where the fleet would land gave Dymic reason to act as a scout, nobody could blame him for wanting the first taste. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px]Dymic then launched himself into space, reaching deep inside the Grand Fleet with little to no effort. He appeared within one of the mortal cities, standing on a high vantage point, some type of tower. Whilst there, he raised his palms and tilted his head back, allowing a spray of toxic gas to exit the many openings in his suit. The effect would be slow, but by covering such a large area, it would be an efficient use of his time. The green-tinted gas flowed down through the streets, leaking into buildings and alleyways. Many Mortals wouldn't notice the danger while already being panicked. It would slowly but surely drain them of their life energy, until they are nothing but a delicious soul to be devoured. [/SIZE]

 

[Kent]

Admiral Axcel Asteros
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He nodded and cut the transmission. He then looked at the captain.
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"But it is true, I am superior and you are inferior" He said with a smile. He let the captain go without a punishment from his comments. The captain will die soon, the huntsmen will arrive soon. He then closed his eyes and put his palms together. In front of him a map appeared. 
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"In my eye and in my way
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In the space so far away" He said as a ball of gravity formed in his palms and began to fly towards the map.
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"Are you hiding in the grey
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I am on my way to find you" The ball then focused in a single location in the map and Axcel smiled.
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He then began to walk towards their location. Balls of gravity appeared and spun around him. His eyes were glowing royal purple.
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@Rurnur @Petroshka @Seraph Darkfire @Destructus Kloud @Noivian
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[Kloudy]

It seemed one the sentinels was especially reactive to their actions, but it didn't matter. Tiny portals had appeared across the room so Drake could see exactly what was going on. Firstly, now that Nova had been evacuated, their objective now was to just escape. Drake had ensured that Nova had escaped, to which the portal will now have likely deposited her somewhere on Bad Town. Now he had to get Alex out. Stepping out of  the safety of his portal, Drake raised a hand to spawn a second portal over Alex that descended down to swallow him up as well. The metal creeping up his legs was a problem however, but not for long. The portal kept travelling down his body quickly until it reached the floor, to which it then went through it and disappeared, taking the part of the floor Alex had been standing on away as well. However, Drake couldn't exactly afford the sentinels stopping him whilst this happened, so he had stepped into another portal and then materialised out of another, right next to the one sitting on the throne. He raised a hand a small destruction portal appeared in his hand. However, he did not fire anything immediately. He instead just waited for the metallic sentinel to notice that her superior was being held hostage. Not that he had any illusions that he could keep his hostage in check. The man was probably way stronger than him. He could only hope that he could shoot faster than this sentinel could move, otherwise his delaying tactics wouldn't do much. Whilst Alex and Nova would now be somewhere on Bad Town, it wasn't unlikely that the sentinels would just track them there and hunt them down. So Drake needed to give them enough time to hide. Thus he had taken the actions he had. Why had he done so? Was it because of his mission? Or perhaps he felt some sort of empathy for these immortals? It didn't exactly matter now. He needed to focus on this very dangerous standoff that was about to take place.


@Rurnur @Petroshka @Seraph Darkfire @Noivian

 

[Rurnur]

[SIZE= 18px]Grand Fleet Admiral[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 24px]Azal Faust[/SIZE]
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As expected, the Immortals now attempted their escape, using the strange ability that must have been the cause of the engine sabotage. Faust tilted his head up, looking at the Immortal who seemed to be trying to threaten him, a futile effort, but showing respectable bravery in the act of rescuing his allies. "Well now, that was very rude of you, wasn't it?" His lips curled as he glanced into the portal he summoned, then back to the summoner. "An interesting ability you have there, i'm not entirely sure, but you wouldn't be theatening me with that portal, would you?" The Admiral slid his fingers through his hair, pushing it back slowly as a suit of glowing crimson armour materialised around him, a wave of intense heat spread throughout the room as he formed the first stage of his soul armour. "You think you have power here? Please. You can't keep running forever, boy. My Sentinels will find you, and your constant meddling will finally be over." With that, Azal grinned widely beneath his helmet, giving a low chuckle as he waited for the Immortal's next move.


@Destructus Kloud@Petroshka@Wickedkent@Noivian@Seraph Darkfire

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[Petroshka]

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Aarshiya made sure the immortals felt pain before they left making the metals forcefully compress on their limbs crushing whatever was inside, metal spikes also veered inside before she saw the portal consume it. She suppose she could've done the same thing with the previous immortal but another sheep had appeared over the admiral seemingly to try to take him hostage. metal around its feet suddenly spiked into its ankles the metal now inside the immortals avatar started to replace the blood with toxic metals and another little makeshift machine found its way in, a tracker of sorts. The metal spike trap stopped there as Azal started to show his power, Aashiya simply stared in observance. 


@Rurnur @Destructus Kloud @Seraph Darkfire @Noivian

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"i dont suppose we can use the individual ships FTL drives? Fleet residence can simply terraform the barren planets in the redzone." Acantha gave her two cents in. after all, the mortals that arent here wont serve as food, and less babysitting would be held. She looked around at her fellow squad members for any acceptance from them, her plans were never simple nor do they ever work, but they are always well planned out with backup plans over backup plans. "demons cant exactly chase a ship going FTL." 


@Gabriel Forfax @Wickedkent @Rurnur

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"WE'RE COMING HOME!" Vanhishikha yelled from behind the fleet overly enthusiastic. her magma ball the size of a large cruiser now, she had been feasting on some of the smaller ships from the other rim of the fleet until she felt the fleet start to shift toward Bad Town. She had retreated toward the back of the ship to observe where the fleet had redirected their course, the ominous darkness of mass that is bad town in the distance with the oh so familiar overwhelmingly homey aura of dark matter emitting from below, no doubt her fellow demons have felt the presence of the fleet. Frowning as Vani was never the one to share her prey she started to consume the back of the fleet of all life and matter to make sure she is strong enough for what is about to transpire.


@Destructus Kloud @SleepyBuddha

 

[Kloudy]

Drake felt a sharp pain in his ankles and looked down to see the same metal creeping up his legs, along with several spikes now sticking out. It looked like he wasn't going anywhere. Metal seeped into his veins and set to work destroying his physical body. This was more dangerous than it should be for an immortal because Drake's body was more vulnerable as it didn't have a constant supply of soul energy like most. Inside his heart was a small portal instead of a soul. The portal linked back to his storage room where he kept his soul and transported it's energy to keep his body alive and to expend his power in various ways. As such, it would appear that Drake had no soul, or very little, until he used his powers, to which it would then flare greatly as it came through the tiny portal. Drake had set this system up so that his soul could not be damaged by others, yet he could still wield it effectively. However, without constant  unconscious supply, his body was susceptible to damage unless he actively put energy into fixing it. And this meant that his powers would be limited until he was done healing. It was a great strength at the expense of a great weakness, but Drake didn't regret it. It was what made him unique, the special ops agent of the [redacted].


In light of recent events, Drake realised the predicament. The sentinels might realise his soul-portal trick, but they probably wouldn't be able to guess his weakness. He would simply have to wait whilst he healed and removed the metallic attack from his legs before he could fight again. And Drake was no fool, escape would hardly get him anywhere at this point. So he lowered his arm and let the portal dissipate. Instead, he then raised his hands in obvious surrender.


@Petroshka @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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[SIZE= 14px]The closer Theon got to the residential area of the Grand Fleet, the more he could feel the growing danger of Bad Town. Dark energy had begun to seep into the fleet itself, affecting it's Aether-based technology, and even more worrying was a massive energy presence within one of the major residential ships. It was like a huge, dark mass, with a level of strength that rivalled even the Sentinels, but that unnatural energy made it all the more terrifying. [/SIZE]"That could work, but it looks like the population is already in danger.. there.. there's something in there with them, something from Bad Town." Theon furrowed his brow, stopping mid-flight as he approached the ship in which he could feel the dark energy signature. "Besides, who knows which parts of the fleet still work, it seems like Bad Town isn't just sucking the fleet in, it's.. corrupting it." He then looked back at the other Artificials, thinking about whether or not they could defeat the monster waiting for them inside. "What do you think, Major? Gabriel? Do we stick together and take down the creature inside? Or split up in order to evacuate the ships faster?" @Gabriel Forfax@Wickedkent@Petroshka

[SIZE= 18px]Grand Fleet Admiral[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 24px]Azal Faust[/SIZE]
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Azal nodded at the Immortal's surrender, allowing his armour to dissipate, a wave of steam rushing over the room as it faded away. "I'm glad we can be reasonable here, Immortal." He gave the intruder a mocking look, full of false pity. "Now, what to do with you? It'd be boring to just slaughter someone with such an interesting ability, wouldn't it?" He looked over his Sentinels, not expecting them to agree, but expecting them to keep complaints to a minimum. The Admiral took a moment to ponder his options, steam rising off his fingers as he made the tips glow red hot, like embers. Even this small fraction of power was enough to intimidate all those except for his most powerful Sentinels. "There is a certain task I need completed, suited to someone with your particular skillset." He waved his hand, cooling down his fingertips to fold his hands together, glaring intensely at the Immortal. "You have two options. Die here and now at the hands of Aarshiya, my Sentinel. Or, join her as she travels to the residential area of my fleet in order to remove a threat to the civilians, and use your portals to evacuate the mortal population, or provide any.. assistance, she may require." He leaned forward, watching intently for the Immortal's reaction. "My mortals are very important to the structure of this fleet, and they must not be harmed." @Destructus Kloud@Petroshka

[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]After spending a short time recovering from his battles, Deledde was ready to go after some new blood, one demon in particular who was rampaging without proper repercussions, seemed like a good choice for his next target. Travelling to the back of the fleet, after a while he came face to face with the magma demon that had been causing so much damage. "The nerve.. thinking you can just do whatever you like in this fleet.." He muttered to himself, filled with anger and prepared to finally fight someone to the death. Emerging from behind a smaller ship, Deledde immediately entered his armoured form, boosting himself up to the giant sphere of magma aided by explosions. "Show yourself. Try fighting an Immortal instead of picking off Mortals, how pathetic." Deledde yelled, preparing his gun to begin firing explosive rounds at the enemy. @Petroshka[/SIZE]

 

[Petroshka]

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Vanhishikha was feasting on a few ships, the lava mass interlocking molten synapses all pouring souls and and various materials into Vani, who was in the center of it. Until she was oh so rudely interupted by a rather annoyingly loud immortal who fired explosive rounds. The rounds exploded a few meters away from her because of the heat but it was enough to interrupt the flow of lava. Vani left the mass of molten metals with a small blob of lava with her, she approached the immortal with an annoyed look on her face. "what a useless ability you have" The sphere of magma which was about Vani-sized (which is pretty small.) started to fire small searing hot magma bullets at her intruder while at the same time zooming close to him for the melee. "how pathetic of you to let these mortals die!" 


@Rurnur

 

[Kloudy]

Drake frowned. While he hadn't been expecting immediate death from the sentinels, this proposition was certainly something he hadn't considered. His life in exchange for evacuating the mortals... He waved his hand and the purple glow of words appeared: 'To where? There is no safe place to move them, not on Bad Town.' And then Drake realised the crux of this plan. He waved his hand again: 'You would trust me, the saboteur of your fleet's engines, with the lives of your mortals? What if I sent them into the centre of a sun?'  Despite his scepticism of the sentinels plan, Drake wasn't overly inclined to refuse it. Transporting a large amount of mortals wouldn't be too hard and the only danger risk would be from his acompanying sentinel. The only issue was that it wasn't unlikely that the sentinel would just backstab him after they were finished. Drake didn't doubt his own abilities to escape an attack, but the metallic poison in his blood would probably kill him if he didn't dedicate time trying to expunge it, something he couldn't do if he was saving mortals instead. He waved his hand a third time: 'I will only agree to this plan if you remove the poison in my system.' And he wrote no more than that. They didn't need to know why he couldn't just do it and he would just leave if they refused. The problem then would be the metal sentinel would use the metals in his leg to kill him. Still, Drake had a plan for everything. He was prepared for whatever the sentinels decided to do. 


@Rurnur @Petroshka 

 

[Rurnur]

THEON VS. DYMIC
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"I'll keep fighting"


Summary (If you don't want to read):

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Upon realising that Dymic, a Huntsman, is about to kill off the population of a nearby city, Theon rushes to stop him. Theon achieves his mech form during battle, but is unable to defeat his opponent. Theon is left unconscious in the city, after successfully stalling Dymic in order to keep the mortal population alive.

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The thick, green, toxic smog had begun to descend upon the mortal city known as Heilingtum, one of the larger, newly constructed and more peaceful cities among the residential fleets. But no longer, the population was in a panic, every individual scrambling to reach what they thought to be the safest place in the city. Now, adding onto the threat of imminent impact on Bad Town, there was another danger. This was Dymic, a dark hunter who had jumped on the opportunity to harvest these mortal souls, while they were in such an intense frenzy. Atop the tallest tower in the city, stood this monster, arms raised, allowing his energy to pour down upon the population, deadly gas, something which had already begun to drain the life energy from these Mortal's souls. At first, it was a thin layer of gas which was barely noticeable to the terrified residents, but now, it was taking full effect. Mortals were slowing down almost to a complete halt, brain activity reaching an all-time low. Soon, they would be nothing but lifeless bodies, waiting for their souls to be harvested. Dymic took great pleasure in a perfect feast such as this.


Elsewhere, a group of Grand Fleet soldiers had joined forces in order to provide protection to the mortal population. One in particular, a young man known as Theon, intended to confront the threat directly. The closer he got to Heilingtum, the more he grew concerned for the city. The more he could feel the life of the Mortals he swore to protect fading away. "What.. he.. he's already killing them!" Theon exclaimed, realizing the emergency of the situation. "I have to stop him. Don't worry about me; you need to save the fleet. I'll buy you as much time as I can." He gave one last glance at the three soldiers, with obvious desperation in his eyes, before speeding off towards the hangar, leading into Heilingtum. As he sprinted into the ship, the immense pressure of the being inside began to truly dawn on him, causing him to stop mid-run. What was he thinking? Was the logical Theon from a few days ago that far gone? There was something different in his soul; he could truly feel it at this moment. It was.. a light, no, more like.. sparkling? Maybe he just didn't notice it before, but now he could feel the light in his soul, no longer a dull gem, but a bright, luminescent crystal. He didn't understand it, but it gave him strength, strength to keep fighting, no matter the odds.


Making his way through the security halls leading up to the city gates, Theon noticed a number of guard posts that had been long abandoned. Stopping briefly, he sensed a large concentration of energy, was there someone still here? He kicked open the door to the outpost, to find it absent of life, however, there was a large container resting behind the counter. "Could this be..?" He said to himself while opening it, revealing a handful of unused Aether syringes, most likely a shipment from the workers in this city that went undelivered in the chaos. Luckily for Theon, this should be enough to make a difference in any fight. He didn't have time to use them now, but he would definitely keep a number of them for emergencies. After stuffing three syringes into his coat, he made his way out to the massive, intricately carved doors that were meant to serve as protection for Heilingtum. However, instead of standing tall, they were left open with much of their structure eaten away by, he guessed, the Huntsman's energy.


 


It was much like stepping into a brand new world, a Grand Fleet city. Looking up, he was enamored by the "sky", which was lit up by Aether technology, an endless bright white universe, illuminating the entire city. The walls of the ship were indiscernible from the sky, making it seem like this was some utopia, far beyond the real world. Every building and street sparkling with beautiful white crystalline materials, everything seemed so peaceful, full of life. He had not visited places like this all that much, but now that he was here, he could see the true potential of the Grand Fleet. Maybe Faust was right, maybe this was suited to be the new world. It was just, so perfect. At least it was, when you ignored the creeping darkness he was here to deal with. He couldn't appreciate the true majesty of this place, when its pure sky was obscured by dark clouds, an energy he could only assume to be the product of the man who had come here to feast on helpless mortals. It was a creature from Bad Town, the source of Dark Matter, energy unwelcome in this fleet. He may not answer to the Grand Fleet any more, but nothing would stop him from protecting the people inside it who he swore to serve to his dying breath.


The people of this city had grown sluggish, some weaker ones even gasped for air as the toxic gas forced itself into their lungs for easier access to their souls. Heilingtum was bathed in poison, a gas which would render these people defenseless, if its creator was allowed to infect the city any more than he already has. Now, Theon was there as the only one prepared to stop him. He stood transfixed, lifting up his cap to see the dark figure atop the great tower, spewing his gas across the landscape, fumes rolling down the sides of the building he was perched upon. Was he prepared? He had strength, yes, but was it enough? No, probably not. "There are just some things you have to do; I’ve got a responsibility as an Immortal, after all." With that, he pulled off his cap and tossed it in front of the city gates, allowing his messy blonde hair to flow free for the first time in ages. He smirked slightly and brushed it back out of his eyes, before beginning a sprint towards the tower he would find his enemy upon.


Dymic observed as a single soldier entered the city, idly wondering why someone would try to stop him alone. "No Sentinel?" The huntsman spoke with a harsh, raspy voice, muffled by his gas mask. He waved his arms slowly, instead of applying a thin layer across the city; he now allowed thick waves of his gases to flow down the sides of the tower, in an attempt to dissuade the Immortal from interrupting his soul harvest. At the foot of the tower, Theon covered his face as he made his way through the thick mist, already beginning to feel the unavoidable effects of the gas on his soul, surrounding and clinging to it, slowly but surely draining his energy. He knew he couldn't protect himself from such an immense force; he just needed to make it through. So he did, he pressed his foot against the tower wall, and began to sprint up vertically, using all of his strength and endurance as an Immortal to speedily scale the tower wall, rather than slowly ascend through the sky, he dashed along the very surface of the tower. While making his way up the great tower, Theon pushed himself off of into the air to avoid the rolling waves of gas to the best of his ability, before using his sword to attach himself back to the walls. "You think.. you'll stop me that easily?" Theon said to himself through gritted teeth, determined to make it through the landscape of soul-sucking gas.


Eventually, Theon had made it to the top of the tower, where he came face to face with the terrorist responsible for poisoning Heilingtum. He was a tall man, clad in black with a strange mask covering his face, his body had a smoky, green color to it now that he was close up, most likely related to his gas ability in some fashion. There were openings in his suit that were releasing gas into the skies to cover the city. But as Theon approached, they quickly sealed shut, most likely in preparation to engage him in combat. The Immortal breathed heavily, weakened by the onslaught of toxic gas, but showing no less resolve than when he first decided to fight. “How unexpected, such a small soldier fighting so hard for a chance to stop me.” Dymic lowered his arms slowly, ceasing the flow of gas as he began walking towards Theon. He noticed that the Immortal was keeping reserves of energy outside of his soul, a move that would cost him dearly, Dymic thought. “You can’t just kill innocent people and expect to get away with it. In this world, there are Mortals, and Immortals to protect them. That makes you nothing but a pest, something to be exterminated. You call yourself hunters? Well, things are going to change from now on, I assure you.” Theon spoke sternly, pulling out his handgun, cocking it and charging it full of every deadly chemical he could conjure up. The Huntsman tilted his head, observing the weapon Theon had revealed, watching his finger slowly pull down on the trigger. Theon grimaced as the chemical-imbued bullet he fired simply passed through what he thought was Dymic’s body, hearing the words “Fog of Deception” from somewhere on the roof. The impact only caused the false body to explode into several waves of gas which came rushing towards Theon, surrounding and suffocating him with their poison. “Dammit! Show yourself!” Theon shouted desperately, drawing his blade and entering a defensive stance as the fumes swirled all around him.


Meanwhile, Dymic’s true form had revealed itself from the other side of the tower roof, but this went unnoticed by Theon who was attempting to fight off the overwhelming gas attack. “A predator needs not permission in order to hunt. This is the natural way of things, not unfair in the slightest.” Dymic spoke to Theon, his voice entering the whirlwind of gas, just as a second false body of Dymic’s emerged from the thick fog, attempting to grab Theon. Fortunately, Theon still had his reflexes, slashing the gas clone in half. However, this only led to the gas snaking up along his blade and across his arms, gripping his soul tightly as the gas tornado closed in on Theon, applying massive pressure in order to squeeze out every drop of energy from his soul. The toxic energy was becoming too much to fight off, but Theon knew just what to do.With a flash of bright white light, the gas storm dissipated, blowing back from Theon’s location as he summoned his newly acquired Soul Armor. Theon stood before his opponent, now wielding two elegant katanas, spinning them between his hands as powerful new chemicals formed within the blades themselves, ready to fight off this toxic energy.



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Dymic only raised his arms in response to his opponent’s increase in power, summoning forth an enormous wave of toxic gas, pulling it back in preparation to slam it down upon Theon. “Win or lose, I don’t plan on making this easy for you.” Theon crouched down, lowering his stance before dashing forward, shouting out “Exchange!” before gliding past Dymic in a flash of blue light. Emerging from Dymic’s shadow, Theon flipped the swords in his hands, now coated with a thick, black liquid. This time, he had cut him directly; he could feel his energy seeping into Dymic’s soul, at the cost of being exposed to a high concentration of gas energy, when he ran straight through the Huntsman’s attack. But Theon had a plan, in a few swift motions; Theon cleaned the substance from his blades and sheathed the one held in his left hand. “Now, you’re the one who’s getting weaker. I’ll keep getting stronger.” He said to himself upon stabbing his blade into his own soul, pumping it full of a protective serum used to counteract the effects of Dymic’s gas. He had acquired this new technique as a result of the increased power in his Armored Form, and was specifically able to defend against this enemy’s gas-type attack by being exposed to it just moments ago.


While Theon performed this technique, Dymic was preparing something of his own. When Theon turned to face him in order to continue battle, Dymic pulled back his hood, and detached his gas mask, revealing his rotten and terrifying true appearance. “Very good, but you have interrupted my soul harvest. I’ll be shattering your soul before I feast on these Mortals.” He spoke without moving his jaw, ascending into the sky as his body twisted and distorted. His arms pulsated before splitting into two, forming two separate pairs of hands which he used to control his energy to a higher degree.

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Upon seeing this massive increase in power, Theon prepared to attack immediately, running forward and slashing at Dymic with both blades, sending waves of energy speeding towards his target. Dymic acted calmly, using only a few quick hand motions to form barriers made of bright blue gases which effortlessly absorbed Theon’s chemical attacks. After rendering Theon’s attack useless, Dymic brought all of his hands together, muttering the words “Gas Chamber” as he formed a spinning ring of gases that surrounded Theon, growing larger and more intense by the second. Before Theon had time to react, the circle had become a giant sphere of powerful energy, forming a barrier that Theon found impossible to escape, not without allowing his soul to be completely absorbed. While inside the orb, Theon continued to try cutting away at the gas, desperately trying to find a concoction that would aid him in some way, but the overwhelming force was simply too great. He just wasn’t strong enough. Theon gasped as his legs gave out, collapsing onto one knee. He thought back to the other Immortals, Acantha, who inspired him to think for himself. Gabriel, who always had his back, always a shining example of what the fleet’s soldiers could be. Even the Major, who reminded Theon of what his true mission was, to fight, fight and protect to his last breath.


Outside the storm of glowing gas, Dymic clenched his fists, squeezing the orb tighter and tighter around Theon, attempting to overwhelm him with the immense power of a Huntsman. However, his soul refused to crack, no matter how much energy he drained from it. Somehow, the Immortal inside was actually becoming stronger, its soul refilling with incredible strength, over and over. Back inside the sphere, Theon would be seen injecting himself with syringe after syringe, pumping the glimmering contents into his soul before tossing the empty syringes away, allowing them to smash against the tower roof. Theon clenched his fist as the Aether filled his soul, strengthening it even while the gas sucked the energy away from him. The constant pressure made it difficult, but eventually Theon was ready. He smirked as a huge rush of Aether poured from his soul, protecting him from the harsh toxins, forming massive pieces of armor, applying layer upon layer until Theon’s mech form was complete. With an explosion of white light that once again caused the enemy’s energy to dissipate, his new form was finally revealed. As the fumes died down, Theon stood and began to unsheathe his new, giant blade, preparing to strike down Dymic.

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“If your mission was to stall the fate of this city, I congratulate you. Now, I wish you farewell, Immortal.” Dymic spoke with his sickly tone, before he began to fire small, glowing spheres of concentrated gas, sent speeding towards Theon’s massive form. Drawing his powerful new weapon, Theon slashed directly through the projectiles, halting their momentum but causing a deadly explosion of gas nonetheless, which then snuck through the cracks in his Soul Armor, once again beginning to drain Theon of his energy. The difference in power between the two had certainly lessened, but Theon knew Dymic was right, that he was simply stalling. But at this point, he had come so far and there’s no way he’d give up now, especially with such incredible new power within his grasp. Theon’s new Soul Armor granted him a much larger energy reserve, and a weapon far stronger than anything he had wielded before. It shone blue light, and didn’t even seem physical, just a beam of pure, glowing, chemical energy, that instantly changed to suit the needs of its user. Dymic remained floating just out of Theon’s reach, and began preparing more barriers, ready to absorb any attack Theon would come at him with. ‘Well, I’ll just have to give him my best.” He thought to himself, pulling his blade back over his shoulder, slowly increasing his size as he charged it full of his most powerful energy, constructed specifically to bypass any barriers, and negate any absorption techniques Dymic would have for him. “Artificial.. Guillotine!” The Immortal shouted aloud, swinging his now gigantic blade down to the tower roof, unleashing an immense wave of bright blue energy, heading straight for Dymic. His energy had changed completely at this point, no longer a white liquid, but a shining blue light, to represent how much more powerful his concoctions had become over the course of this war. Dymic held his position, rapidly moving his palms to form a series of barriers which would attempt to catch the energy and slow it’s momentum to an absolute halt, however the strength of the Guillotine was unprecedented, leaving Dymic not enough time to evade the attack, which led to a direct hit. The energy struck down upon the Huntsman’s soul, tearing through its shell and eating away at the energy inside. Dymic let out a low groan, steadying himself after suffering an unexpected injury.  


”Don’t think for a second that I’ll allow you to take a single life in this city. You’re right, I’ve done my job, and so now.. do your worst.” He said with a deep metallic voice, from his new mechanical body. He lifted his blade from the floor and held it at the ready, prepared to fight off Dymic until his soul was in laying at the foot of this tower, in pieces. Looking up at the Huntsman, recovering from Theon’s attack, it was obvious Dymic was ready to end things. He slowly extended each one of his arms, glowing with luminescent gas, flowing from his fingertips as they reached out. “Devil’s Grip” He spoke as a set of four, bright glowing arms burst forth from his back, constantly growing in size as they crept towards Theon. The Immortal took a step back, giving a number of defensive strikes to push back the hands, but they proved futile. The arms simply re-formed as soon as Theon’s attack tore them apart. Eventually, Theon had been led to the edge of the tower, still attempting to strike down the monstrous limbs before they could touch him. But it was to no avail, Dymic floated closer to Theon and wrapped the demonic claws around each of his limbs, squeezing them tighter and tighter as the Immortal screamed, slowly twisting until the armor shattered, leaving Theon helpless in the grasp of the Huntsmen, hanging over the edge of the great tower.


“You performed well, now, allow me some peace during my meal.” Dymic explained briefly before releasing Theon to the city below. He watched as the glimmering surface of the great tower rushed past him. Thoughts left his mind as he descended down to the city floor, eventually crashing into the streets below with a loud crack, his soul split open, leaking its contents over the road. But, to Theon’s delight, the civilians actually reacted to this event. Looking about, it seemed that much of the gas had dissipated, giving the population enough time to recover slightly and become more aware of the situation. ‘Good.’ He thought to himself. Now, the population could actually be controlled and evacuated, it was up to the others now, however, he had done his job, and with that, Theon fell into unconsciousness.

 

[Rurnur]

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[SIZE= 24px]Azal Faust[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]The Admiral began to laugh as the Immortal started writing in the air, instead of speaking. "Oh, you aren't going to speak? I apologize if we make you that nervous, Immortal." Azal smirked, looking into the man's eyes. "Anyway, Aarshiya will be taking care of you. I'm not concerned, as she will have the situation under control. If you aren't willing, you will be killed. Now, hand over your soul to Aarshiya, for safe keeping until your mission is complete, or else risk having it shattered when we hunt you down." Faust waved the Immortal away, becoming tired of dealing with such petty situations, more important events had begun taking place. For example, the first Huntsman had arrived in his fleet, attempting to feed on the residents of Heilingtum. "Aarshiya, if he stalls any longer, kill him. I need you to deal with the Huntsman who has come aboard."[/SIZE][SIZE= 14px] [/SIZE]

[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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"Useless!? How dare you enter the fleet, making a mockery of our admiral's ability. I'll save you the shame of being melted, by killing you myself!" He shouted angrily, twisting his body in the air and kicking himself away from Vani's attack path with a small explosion, his cannon still tracking her and firing explosive shots in her direction. Deledde then clenched his fist tightly, causing his gun to begin spinning even more rapidly, firing rounds at an extreme pace, creating a wall of massive explosions that seperated him from the demon. At which point, Deledde extended his arms and re-formed his mech armour, stretching out his limbs in preparation for combat. "Here we go, time for your fun to end, and mine to begin, demon."


@Petroshka@Destructus Kloud

 

[Kloudy]

Drake sighed internally, these sentinels weren't very patient or accommodating. He had even gone to the trouble of surrendering and still they were trying to force him to do something. Couldn't they just lock him up somewhere? Not that there was really a prison that could ever hold him. Sighing a second time, Drake nodded in reluctant agreement. He then opened to portal in his heart and dragged out about enough of his soul into his body to make him seem like a freshly made immortal. He hadn't entered into his armoured or mech form, so the sentinels would be none the wiser. Just another perk of his unique ability, one could say. But despite the deception, Drake still intended to help them. The longer he complied, the longer those other two immortals would have to escape. As such, a human-sized purple portal opened behind him and he stepped to the side, gesturing to the purple void within whilst looking at the metal sentinel, indicating for her to step in. The residential area wasn't close by, so a summoning portal would be needed to travel there. Drake waited for Aarshiya to step in.


@Rurnur @Petroshka