“Thank you . . “ whispered Rentus, falling to the ground as the backlash from breaching the Seal of the Eight Divinities flooded her system. She looked over her body as more charm installations fell from it, her defenses still purging the very last traces of void-taint, a measure to protect herself from re-infection. She had watched impassively as Ironfist had to once again purge his assembly, they were no match for the room’s defence systems. Everything began to rumble and shake, titanic energies surged and rippled beyond the protective walls of the city. Her people were safe, she knew. Iron Fist, in his own coolly logical way had sounded the ‘Hazardous Environment’ klaxons, urging the people to evacuate the city’s streets and take refuge in the sealed bunkers ensconced within the nigh-impregnable core structure. They had moved with all the efficiency of Autochthonian citizens, gathering up those who could not move as quickly and such essential supplies as they would need and swiftly filing into their designated bunkers. With the doors sealed, no toxins, poisons or radiation would get to them.
She stood up, ripping some of the now useless wires from her self, leaving only one that connected her to the primary systems of the city. She looked down at the unconscious Champions, sprawled across the core room floor, their bodies drained of Essence. Strangely though the connection to Rentus earlier was not disconnected, you watched through her eyes, at the unfolding scene, like a strange dream.
“You are indeed my most beautiful and useful daugh-” the minister was interrupted as Rentus’ gears and engines kicked inside of her long dormant core body, moving with the strength and speed of one her age, punching the minister into the ground.
The minister coughs up some a black like blood substance. “It’s too late . .you broke the seal, I am free”
The minister continued to smile as Rentus slammed her foot on his face, with no compassion for the void bringer, again and again, faster and faster, until with a sickening ‘crunch’, she crushed it. His entire body dissolved into oily black smoke, before dissipating.
Ironfist, sat still, watching. “Rentus? What are you planning? Don’t forget, I have the same command protocols as you and I don’t like what it is that you are considering.”
She walked over to him, and hugged him. “It’s going to be alright, trust in Rentus.”
As she extended her senses over the city, you could all feel it, the damage befalling the city as the ground around the city vanished as prophesied by the ministers, but with the Seal broken, you see that there is now somewhere to go even with the world body of Autochthon vanishing, and that was down through the swirling vortex that shattered the landscape around the city.
“Subsector, 5-23 lost, 448 lives, extinguished.” She frowned, as she began to channel her remaining essence.
“Area 4469, no longer connected to the network, 2149 lives, missing presumed extinguished. Retracting all refuge bunkers closer to the core. Factory structure Theta-73 has suffered catastrophic damage. Essence core detonation in 18 seconds. Factory structure Theta-73 ejected for safe Essence core detonation. All factory personnel lost, 98 lives extinguished.”, she said, as oily tears trickled down her cheeks, “Redirecting power to core shielding, extending shields to encompass surviving refuge bunkers. Shield integrity is at 78% and falling.”
She moved her view to the city’s external sensors and you are all aware of something you have not seen before. A great golden orb, its surface rippling with radiant Essence, hovering above you and below nothing but whiteness. But something was wrong. The orb was rising up, no, the city was falling! Plummeting downward, faster and faster, it started to tumble end over end, it’s total lack of aerodynamics causing it to roll and spin uncontrollably.
“Collision with foreign ground imminent. Reconfiguring city defence Essence cannons... Reconfiguration complete, firing!”, she spoke swiftly as her remaining Municipal Charms worked to rebuild weapons into attitude-adjustment thrusters.
It worked, to a degree, and the city righted itself, the vast base acting like a giant parachute. But the instant the city righted itself, alerts began popping up. Overstress warnings from the outlying sectors as the air resistance and braking thrust began working at already-weakened structures. There was a wrenching sensation and a shudder passed through the city. Rentus shrieked in pain and clutched at her arm, gritting her teeth.
“Sector 19 has catastrophically detached from Rentus. Refuge bunker 184 was lost. 10698 lives.... extinguished.”, she sobbed, sinking to her knees, “Current velocity is too high to facilitate safe landing. Estimated damage to Rentus: 100%. Estimated casualty count: 1,794,435. Estimated survivor count: zero.”
But not if she had something to do about it. She was one of The Great Maker’s children and she had been imbued with his power along with the rest of his creations. Numbers, calculations, everything, it was within her realm to manipulate and control.
She began to channel her will into the last of her God Machine Protocols, the air around her sizzling, as the ancient machine flies off out of her body, unseen in creation for thousands of years.
“Estimated Damage . . . 100% . . . . 98% . . . . . 95%. . . . 91%. . “
Her right arm exploded off her body, as the city continued to suffer damage.
“83%. . .79%”
One of her legs shattered, forcing her to her remaining knee, uncontrollable oily tears coming out.
“71%” Her voice echoed, as she yelled “I am The Respectable Enterprise of United Splendor, and I want you all to live!”
And with that you felt her warm smile, and the connection went offline as you crashed into Creation.
After an unknown period of time, you all begin to wake up to strange sensations. There is a persistent whistle in your auditory arrays, almost like an ‘end of shift’ whistle, but different. You can feel an air flow across your limbs and torsos; cold like the interior of a refrigeration unit. Your olfactory arrays detect a variety of smells; burning materials, oil and something else, something crisper. As your optical arrays come on-line you realise that you are outside Rentus’ core chamber, sprawled across a field of wreckage and a strange white substance, like fine ash, but cold and... it dissolves to a fluid form with continued manipulation? A sudden noise draws your attention and you observe a child rummaging about, with the greater intact mass of Rentus’ city-body all around you. the most terrifying fact about this child was that it did not have a soulgem in it’s forehead, some sort of abomination, perhaps?
She stood up, ripping some of the now useless wires from her self, leaving only one that connected her to the primary systems of the city. She looked down at the unconscious Champions, sprawled across the core room floor, their bodies drained of Essence. Strangely though the connection to Rentus earlier was not disconnected, you watched through her eyes, at the unfolding scene, like a strange dream.
“You are indeed my most beautiful and useful daugh-” the minister was interrupted as Rentus’ gears and engines kicked inside of her long dormant core body, moving with the strength and speed of one her age, punching the minister into the ground.
The minister coughs up some a black like blood substance. “It’s too late . .you broke the seal, I am free”
The minister continued to smile as Rentus slammed her foot on his face, with no compassion for the void bringer, again and again, faster and faster, until with a sickening ‘crunch’, she crushed it. His entire body dissolved into oily black smoke, before dissipating.
Ironfist, sat still, watching. “Rentus? What are you planning? Don’t forget, I have the same command protocols as you and I don’t like what it is that you are considering.”
She walked over to him, and hugged him. “It’s going to be alright, trust in Rentus.”
As she extended her senses over the city, you could all feel it, the damage befalling the city as the ground around the city vanished as prophesied by the ministers, but with the Seal broken, you see that there is now somewhere to go even with the world body of Autochthon vanishing, and that was down through the swirling vortex that shattered the landscape around the city.
“Subsector, 5-23 lost, 448 lives, extinguished.” She frowned, as she began to channel her remaining essence.
“Area 4469, no longer connected to the network, 2149 lives, missing presumed extinguished. Retracting all refuge bunkers closer to the core. Factory structure Theta-73 has suffered catastrophic damage. Essence core detonation in 18 seconds. Factory structure Theta-73 ejected for safe Essence core detonation. All factory personnel lost, 98 lives extinguished.”, she said, as oily tears trickled down her cheeks, “Redirecting power to core shielding, extending shields to encompass surviving refuge bunkers. Shield integrity is at 78% and falling.”
She moved her view to the city’s external sensors and you are all aware of something you have not seen before. A great golden orb, its surface rippling with radiant Essence, hovering above you and below nothing but whiteness. But something was wrong. The orb was rising up, no, the city was falling! Plummeting downward, faster and faster, it started to tumble end over end, it’s total lack of aerodynamics causing it to roll and spin uncontrollably.
“Collision with foreign ground imminent. Reconfiguring city defence Essence cannons... Reconfiguration complete, firing!”, she spoke swiftly as her remaining Municipal Charms worked to rebuild weapons into attitude-adjustment thrusters.
It worked, to a degree, and the city righted itself, the vast base acting like a giant parachute. But the instant the city righted itself, alerts began popping up. Overstress warnings from the outlying sectors as the air resistance and braking thrust began working at already-weakened structures. There was a wrenching sensation and a shudder passed through the city. Rentus shrieked in pain and clutched at her arm, gritting her teeth.
“Sector 19 has catastrophically detached from Rentus. Refuge bunker 184 was lost. 10698 lives.... extinguished.”, she sobbed, sinking to her knees, “Current velocity is too high to facilitate safe landing. Estimated damage to Rentus: 100%. Estimated casualty count: 1,794,435. Estimated survivor count: zero.”
But not if she had something to do about it. She was one of The Great Maker’s children and she had been imbued with his power along with the rest of his creations. Numbers, calculations, everything, it was within her realm to manipulate and control.
She began to channel her will into the last of her God Machine Protocols, the air around her sizzling, as the ancient machine flies off out of her body, unseen in creation for thousands of years.
“Estimated Damage . . . 100% . . . . 98% . . . . . 95%. . . . 91%. . “
Her right arm exploded off her body, as the city continued to suffer damage.
“83%. . .79%”
One of her legs shattered, forcing her to her remaining knee, uncontrollable oily tears coming out.
“71%” Her voice echoed, as she yelled “I am The Respectable Enterprise of United Splendor, and I want you all to live!”
And with that you felt her warm smile, and the connection went offline as you crashed into Creation.
After an unknown period of time, you all begin to wake up to strange sensations. There is a persistent whistle in your auditory arrays, almost like an ‘end of shift’ whistle, but different. You can feel an air flow across your limbs and torsos; cold like the interior of a refrigeration unit. Your olfactory arrays detect a variety of smells; burning materials, oil and something else, something crisper. As your optical arrays come on-line you realise that you are outside Rentus’ core chamber, sprawled across a field of wreckage and a strange white substance, like fine ash, but cold and... it dissolves to a fluid form with continued manipulation? A sudden noise draws your attention and you observe a child rummaging about, with the greater intact mass of Rentus’ city-body all around you. the most terrifying fact about this child was that it did not have a soulgem in it’s forehead, some sort of abomination, perhaps?
You wake up, in the north of Creation, never having seen the white substance falling from the sky before, a beautiful open sky, a giant ball of fire, etc.
You are welcomed to be as damaged as you want, just not dead, during all of this, for RP purposes, you will be fixed up shortly.
When you wake up you can describe things as much as you want, etc.
You are welcomed to be as damaged as you want, just not dead, during all of this, for RP purposes, you will be fixed up shortly.
When you wake up you can describe things as much as you want, etc.
