Hey guys. If you haven't already, I strongly recommend that you read Codename - Part 1: Rising before reading this.
Anyway, I decided not to make it such a long wait by posting it chapter by chapter, instead of working on the whole story, then posting it.
IMO, this may have an effect on the quality of my writing, so I'll be relying on your opinions now more than ever.
Enjoy the next episode of the Codename saga!
I'll admit, Chapter 1 is a bit...low-key? It's just an introduction to re-familiarise yourself with the storyline, should you need it.
I suppose you could put it that way... Good story anyhow!
Yeah, this is one of the better fanfics.
This chapter? Or the whole Story?
Either way, wow, thanks. I try.
The whole story. Heres my list of my favorite fanfics at this moment:
1. Rise of the Heroes
2. The Invasion
3. I'm different : A gremlin's story
4. Codename - Part 1 & 2
5. Sk Adventures
6. The monster trio
7. Doggies
8. The Rise of the unspoken heroes
9. My Fanfic: A new Threat
10. The diary of a chromalisk ( I guess it's not really a fanfic, but I enjoy reading it)
I'm in your top 5! Must work harder :D
Looks like Shadownox is doing better than me. And Litterbit. And Blindshot. Congrats to all.
But lets see if I can improve this story....The climax is yet to come, and so is the true nature of my story..
Mwaha, ahah, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!
Lets us begin!
:D Im thinking of bumbing shadownoxs to 2 because he takes so long to write them.
Don't be so hard on Shadow. Some people take longer to write, some people don't.
Judge him on his quality, rather than his speed.
aww, mine's not on the list??
ah, it has been a while since I've written. I should expect people to lose interest in them.
n- I mean, yes. yes, I did.
yeah. forgot to post about it though.
um...
interesting so far. like how Max smashed all those Mecha Knights.
Continuation from part 1 (duh) That fight was more or less a fluke. It was supposed to be a remnant reflex from his memory that he does't quite have access to yet.
You should read Part 1 if you like this one. It's actually a complete story, and has much more action.
And a lot of mecha knights die. ><
and so does JK.
And so do I, wait wut?
Yea, necro originally you're let the flames begin, was on number 1, but it recently got hard to follow. for me anywayy
Me not on the list? awwww
http://forums.spiralknights.com/en/node/23652
Well this is my fanfic...'Letters' The title is completely irrelevant to the story now...since it doesnt have letters anymore...more suitable title would be Spiral Knight Chronicles XD
...This fic makes me wonder just what the hell i am writing...
HAHA! IM NUMBA 1!!! WOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!
ty for not bumping me down. i will post the new chpt. soon. promise. physco, ur story ROCKS!!! i have to admit, it might be better than mine. keep going!
Thanks shadow. Lets see if I can surpass you first >:D
Working on this story is getting a little harder as my idea flow is dying down. Must re-ignite the fire! Got a little sidetracked by writing the Prequel to this story, I needed to get my idea down, but I started to lose the flow on this one.
Can I add Max as a character in my fic?
PLEASE?
No, you're not being ignored. I just got on.
To answer your question, I suppose you can use him as a template for a character. Change him if you want, but your story will probably interfere with mine, so use him, but change his name. That done, you can use him how you want.
HELL NO!
Do you have any idea what that word is used for?!
Name ideas: Destrion, Almoar, Mekan, Poldair. (These are completely random. I have no-idea how I came up with these.)
Just Don't. Use. That. Name....really.
OH LOL SHI just realised what I wrote XD honest mistake. Poldair...I like that name I will go with that.
Can you edit the last bit out then...it's kinda disturbing....
*shudder*
The trio trudged through the tick forest, although somewhat disheartened.
“Have we found him yet?” Drake whined for the umpteenth time.
Ange gave him a glare that said ‘if I have to answer that question one more time, it will be with my sword.’ Drake shut up.
Enzer frowned. “He has a point though Ange. Since we started, we’ve run into countless indications of Max’s presence, but still we haven’t found him.”
He was referring to the trail of destruction that Max seemed to have left. It started by a small group of Mecha knights, each destroyed by one, precise movement. Trademark of someone of Max’s calibur. (><)
What followed was somewhat predictable. Creatures left and right, brought down by one knight, lay gathering dust on the floor.
They managed to guess that by the way groups of the bodies were growing closer together, that he was improving.
They passed by an arena once. It looked almost as bad as the Gauntlet.
“Maybe, but we can’t afford to stop now. We have no-idea what he could be doing now, or what condition he’s in.” Ange argued.
“Relax, knowing Max, he’s probably not even scratched.” Drake said as he put his hands behind his head.
* * *
Max panted heavily as he stumbled through the lift.
Collapsing on the floor, he took the moment to breathe.
At least he would, if it didn’t feel like his lungs were crushed.
Instead, he groaned and hauled himself up to his knees. He was battered all over, having fought so many consecutive battles with no respite.
Now, in this dark forest, he had a little time to rest.
“…The original Max didn’t have this problem, did he?” Max said to Mark. “Figures.” He finished when predictably, the sword didn’t give a reply.
Reaching down, he pulled a health capsule from his belt. He had obtained it earlier that day, and he thought that now would be a good time to use it.
Suddenly, a tongue shot out of nowhere and snatched it from his hand. Scrambling to his feet, he glared around the area, but seeing nothing.
Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw a slight distortion of the light. He gave chase as the distortion noticed his stare and bolted.
They ran through the forest, Max never losing sight of his invisible prey as he chased it through the darkness. It scuttled, he dashed. It jumped, he vaulted. This chase pushed him to his limit, forcing him to rely not on the chase, but on his instinct.
Everything became a blur. He was vaguely aware of what was happening, but everything else was automatic.
Eventually, they came to a cliff area. The thing was trapped. In its fright it became visible, and Max recognised it as a Chromalisk. It turned and stared at Max with big, fearful eyes.
Max paused. All the way, he had mercilessly torn apart machines, yet here was this animal, not a machine programmed to destroy him, but a semi-intelligent, organic life form with its own thoughts.
All the way, he had tried to destroy. But now, now he would try something new.
Max kneeled down and held his hand out to the Chromalisk.
He was going to try mercy.
The Chromalisk flinched at first, but then looked at Max, then at his hand. Gingerly, it inched over to his hand, then dropped the Health pill into it.
Max crushed the health pill, sighing in relief as he felt the refreshing surge of energy that flowed through his body. When it faded, he patted the Chromalisk lightly on the head. “Thank you.” He whispered.
As he turned his back, the Chromalisk suddenly launched his tongue at his helmet.
Before he could react, the Chromalisk followed his tongue up and landed on Max’s head, walking around on it to get a good feel, then decided to perch comfortably on his shoulder.
Max stared at it for a moment, then smiled. The Chromalisk responded by opening its mouth, lazily letting its tongue roll out.
Max laughed. “I think I’ll call you Rom. No particular reason, it just came to mind.”
Rom responded by curling himself around Max’s neck.
Suddenly, a row of spikes shot up through the ground quickly.
Instinct taking over again, Max activated his shield and used the circular barrier to roll to the side. Stopping on his feet, he used his sword to block as a Wolver lunged at him from nowhere. Flinging it aside, he braced himself as the rest of its friends crawled out from the bushes, growling menacingly.
“Rom, can you explain to them that I won’t hurt them if they don’t hurt me?” Max asked the Chromalisk.
Rom jumped down from Max’s shoulder and made some strange sounds at the pack of wolvers. In response, they just growled back.
One of them pounced, and Max had to dive to grab Rom to bring him to safety. “Sit tight.” Max told Rom, pointing to a rock some metres away. “I’ll take care of these.”
A wolver pounced straight at him Reacting quickly, Max spun to his right, using the movement to slice the oncoming wolver. A wide backhand uppercut disposed of the next wolver, and a strong forehand slash left the third wolver unmoving by a tree.
Ghosting through the last Alpha wolver, something suddenly occurred to Max.
“..I’m getting good at this…” He hadn’t really been thinking this fight, nor in the chase immediately prior. It was as if he was pre-programmed to move in this way.
“Perhaps Max’s true abilities are finally surfacing…The heat of battle and other such motivations seem to trigger them. Interesting…” He thought aloud.
Rom just looked at him oddly. The guy was talking to himself for crying out loud. Shrugging, he went to go eat some health capsules that had dropped. They didn’t taste good, it was just fun to do.
* * *
“…Max was here…” Enzer informed them.
Ange nodded. It was all too obvious, the wolvers were killed so close together, she could’ve sworn Max had killed them while standing still.
“We can’t waste time then.” Drake drew out his guns. “We have to get moving NOW if we want to find him.”
“Judging from the wolvers he left behind, this happened about 2 hours ago.” Ange said.
“Then let’s get moving.” Enzer added.
The trio trekked deeper into the woods. It was eerie; there was not a single sound anywhere. Not even the smallest squeaking of a frightened animal. The darkness, the silence; it kept their nerves on edge.
Thankfully, they ended up in a clearing. A beast bell was sitting in the centre, and some sharp brambles stuck out around the edges near the forest. That’s when the trouble started.
Ange gasped. “Look over there!” They all turned. A wolver cap sat next to the beast bell, but it was no ordinary Wolver cap. It was Max’s wolver cap.
“Is that…?” Drake started.
“Definitely.” Enzer confirmed. “The scar on the right matches.”
Ange started to run over to it, when a bloodcurdling howl echoed through the area.
“Wha…what was that? “Drake shivered.
“I don’t-wait, what?!” Enzer pointed to the other side of the clearing.
Darkness seeming to rise out of its skin like smoke, its body itself as black as the night, save for the blood-red eyes and spikes, stood the dreaded Snarbolax.
Ange was too shocked to move. She dropped to her knees and screamed as, with a roar, the Snarbolax pounced.
About the long wait. I was suffering from the opposite thing most writes get. Writer's surplus.
Too many ideas in my head meant that I kept coming up with bits for the story AHEAD of where I was now, so I couldn't think about the story straight, and it messed up the flow.
I need to hurry up or I'll get write's block as well.
I am having same problem too....I am actually coming with idea for the end of story...
I'm coming up for the middle, the end, an extra, and bits of three different stories all related to this one.
So far I have thought about the start, middle and end of part 3, the end and extra part of Part 2, and some random bits (at LEAST 5 scenes) for another related story...
MAN I'm screwed.
Try to think of it as a puzzle, and try to fit them in the right place. Then think of the missing pieces so that the story would at least make sense. It helps me while writing it. Also, write down the plans of the story, so it wouldn't go weird. It helps me, so it might be able to help you
I just write down the scenes I can think of, then write them and try and fit them together. Usually I can do that in my head, but too many ideas makes it harder.
Oh well, back to chapter 3.
Too shocked to move, Enzer and Drake could do nothing but sit and watch in disturbed horror…
As the Snarbolax, dreaded among all members of the beast family, savage beyond mere description…
Licked their leader like a happy puppy.
Ange was confused, but she was too busy laughing as the Snarbolax licked her face, before crawling off her. It yelped loudly, and burrowed into the ground, spikes shooting up around her as it dug in a circle around her.
“…Somebody hit me with a Voltech, I must be dreaming.” Drake said in a daze.
Enzer was so dizzy from shock, he just collapsed.
Ange ran her hand through the Snarbolax’s spikes playfully as it continued to run around her. Suddenly, she remembered something.
She got up and walked over to the wolver cap. The Snarbolax followed her, still wanting to play.
“Snarbolax, where is Max?” She said, indicating the Cap to the dark animal. Said creature just stared at her, confused.
Ange repeated herself. “Where is the owner of this cap? Who gave it to you?”
The Snarbolax sniffed the cap. With a shrug, it crawled in a circle around Ange and fell asleep.
Ange looked the Wolver cap over. There was no mistaking it; this wolver cap belonged to, or had once belonged to Max.
Taking of her own helmet, she put it on. The helmet itself was in working condition, and therefore, so would the auto-video system.
As a rule, all knights’ headgear was equipped with an auto-video system. If the helmet was found, with no knight, then the video would reveal what had become of him/her.
Ange selected a timeframe, hit ‘Playback’ and watched the scene unfold.
[Earlier]
Rom shuddered. Max looked at his pet Chromalisk in worry. “What’s the matter Rom?”
Rom indicated the clearing directly ahead of him. Although Max saw nothing, he knew that something was there. Something had been nagging at his senses for a while now, and the disturbance was strongest here.
“Stay here Rom. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Rom obliged gladly, jumping off and climbing up a tree, turning invisible for good measure.
Max cautiously set one foot into the clearing. Immediately, whatever sixth-sense he had flared a warning. He leapt upwards in a backflip as a series of spikes tore up the ground where he had once stood. As he hit the ground, a black shadow erupted from the ground a few metres away.
Although Max could not remember anything about this beast, the name ‘Snarbolax’ stood out in his memory at the sight of him.
“So…you’re the Snarbolax?” Max asked, a bit casually, seeing as he was talking to the most feared beast in the clockworks.
Taken aback by Max’s boldness, the Snarbolax paused for a moment before baring its fangs angrily.
Without further warning, it disappeared below ground.
Spikes erupted from the ground as his enemy burrowed towards him. Max leapt over it and readied his sword.
As he did, his elbow hit something. He turned around and saw an old looking bell. Instantly, he knew what it was for.
The Snarbolax dug itself out, and with a roar, launched itself a Max.
Max struck the bell, the deep ringing sound echoing through the dark woods.
The Snarbolax dropped to the ground in agony, just short of Max. Quickly, Max used the brambles to tie its legs. When the Snarbolax regain control, he realised that he was caught.
Max crouched down in front of the beast. “…May I pass through your realm?”
The Snarbolax snarled, before howling in pain as Max struck the bell again.
“I’ll ask again, may I pass through?” The second time yielded no better result.
Max sighed. “This is going to take a while…”
[Some time later]
“So, will you let me through?” Max asked for the umpteenth time.
The dark beast looked up at him, its eyes…curious? Either way, it nodded.
Max sighed in relief. He bent down and cut the bonds that held its feet together.
Without warning, the beast leaped onto Max…and nuzzled him.
Needless to say, Max wasn’t expecting that. “Hey! Boy, what’s up with you?”
The Snarbolax climbed off him, then swatted his head. Max recoiled as his Wolver cap was disconnected from his helmet.
The Snarbolax raced after it, then lay on its back, juggling the wolver cap happily.
“…So you like my cap?” Max asked as he walked over to the playing beast.
It nodded eagerly, and continued to play with it. Max smiled. “I’ll call you Snarby.” ‘Snarby nuzzled his hand affectionately.
“Okay Rom, time to go!” Max called to the forest. At first, nothing happened. Then a small green Chromalisk seemed to materialise into the visible spectrum. It glanced fearfully at the happy Snarbolax.
Snarby spotted Rom. With a yelp, he chased after him. Rom tried to turn invisible, but Snarby already had him, and was licking him all over. Max just laughed.
“Ok Snarby, we gotta go.” Max said, motioning for Rom to join him. Snarby looked at Max as the meaning sunk in, his spikes drooping as he looked at Max sadly.
Max smiled. “Don’t worry, you can keep the cap.”
Snarby perked up slightly. Still, he walked over to Max and gently rubbed his nose on his armour. Max patted his head lightly.
“Well, later Snarby! Hope I’ll run into you some other time!” Snarby howled in a replying farewell as Max disappeared into the woods.
[Present]
Ange removed the helmet. “…That was weird…” She looked over to where Snarby was sleeping. To think Max somehow tamed this beast, and had a pet chromalisk. It was just weird.
Snarby stirred. Ange put the Wolver cap into his paw. He settled down.
Ange woke up her companions as headed for the lift. Max was gaining power, and if he could tame the Snarbolax, there was no telling what he could achieve.
Why are there so few people reading my story? :(
I feel sad.
Little Snarby as a cute harmful animal is what everyone thinks but still cute. Don't stop, it's getting good. :D
“*pant**pant**pant*” Furry feet pounded along the metal floor.
“*pant**pant**pant**pant*” The creature looked behind itself; it’s every movement betraying its increasing fear.
It tripped, and crashed heavily to the ground. Not even breaking to regroup, it scrambled along the cold, hard floor, trying to get away.
The gremlin found itself up against a wall. Literally. “Please…PLEASE!” he screamed as a shadow drew closer.
“Please...don’t hurt me…!” He cringed with his arms over his head as the shadow came into view.
Rom just cocked his head oddly at the Gremlin. What did he have to fear?
The Gremlin sighed in relief as he saw the chromalisk. Then froze over again as a larger shadow came up from behind the chromalisk.
“I thought I might never catch you…” The shadow spoke, its voice indicating that this was a lie, as it drew ever closer.
A knight came into view, clad in armour that covered its entire body. The Gremlin knew its kind, and knew to fear them. They would destroy all that opposed them.
The knight held something in his hand. A weapon. The knight lifted it slightly, and the Gremlin braced itself for the attack.
“I believe this is yours.”
The gremlin dared to open a single eye. The knight was smiling, holding the Thwack hammer he had dropped when he fled.
The Gremlin eyed him warily. The knight just laughed.
“Dude, if I was going to kill you, I would have done it already. I wouldn’t beat around the bush like this. Really.”
The gremlin was still sceptical. “You killed those other gremlins.” He stated bluntly.
He was referring to the patrol team he was assigned with that attacked this knight. He slaughtered them all easily. So easily in fact, that he had barely moved before it was over. Fearing for his life, he ran away.
The knight held his hands up defensively. “Hey, in my defence, they attacked me first.” He pointed to the gremlin. “You didn’t . YOU ran. I don’t have a reason to kill you.”
The gremlin was slightly confused. “Really? I could go tell my fellow gremlins that you killed their comrades, and then they’d all come for you.” He quickly covered his mouth as he realised he might have just put himself in a dangerous position.
The knight shrugged. “You could. You could not. Not my problem, not your fault. I’m not the type to tie up loose ends like that.” The knight held out the hammer again. “It’s ok. Take it.”
The Gremlin accepted the hammer and hauled himself to his feet. Dusting himself off, he looked at the knight. He seems…nice.
Sticking out a hand, the Gremlin introduced himself. “My name is Zheckaphory. People call me Zack.”
The knight nodded and shook his hand. “They call me Max.” He replied.
“You seem like a nice guy. Not how other gremlins tell me.” Zack said, the question obvious in his voice.
Max simply shrugged. “I don’t think I’m normal. Not that I can remember at least.”
“Remember…?”
“Lost my memory, looking to restore it, end of story.” Max grinned.
Zack laughed.
“I’ve also noticed, you refer to other gremlins as if you’re separate from them…Why?” Max whispered.
Zack became uneasy. “Did I say that? Oh, my mistake, um…”
Max started at him. “Dude. CHILL. What could I possibly do to you?”
Zack sighed. “I’m…not…like other gremlins. I don’t know, there’s just something…different. About me.”
Max nodded. “It’s ok. I won’t push you for information.”
Zack smiled. “Thanks.” He started as he remembered something.
“Oh! Um, Max?” Zack ran over to said knight, who was beginning to walk away.
Zack wasn’t entirely sure he should be telling this to him, but he was a nice guy. If it helped, that would be something that wouldn’t lay heavily on his conscience.
“There’s something going on. A plot to destroy your fellow knights or something. My group wasn’t let in on it, but there have been rumours of the R.T. project.” Zack whispered.
“RT?” Max puzzled.
“I don’t know, but it’s something big. It’s supposed to be powerful enough to wipe out the whole of Haven in one shot.” Zack hissed.
Max nodded. “I’ll keep an eye out. Thanks.”
“Watch your own back. There are even scarcer rumours of something else. Something worse than R.T. But anyone who knows more than that just disappears.” Zack added.
“I appreciate the risk you take to inform me of this.” Max said with a slight bow.
“I don’t like destruction. Having a weapon so powerful can and probably will result in genocide.” Zack said with a shudder. “At least I don’t have to work on it. That would be the ULTIMATE nightmare.”
Max nodded in agreement. “Indeed. I would resent that as well.”
Zack checked his wrist. “Crud, another attack in my area. I need to get going. Nice knowing ya Max!” He yelled as he ran off.
Max made sure Rom was secure before continuing on his way. “RT…What could it be?”
Rom shrugged idly. Did Max really expect him to care?
* * *
Ange knocked the inoperative Mecha knight aside as it sparked and died. “Okay guys, we REALLY need to get moving. We lowered our rate of progress by taking out this mob.”
Drake nodded as he shot yet another Retrode into the ground. “Yeah, usually Max cleared the way for us. Increasingly efficient he may be, but thorough he is no longer.”
“Hey look, a gremlin!” Enzer pointed to a poorly hidden gremlin, which bolted the moment it realised it had been spotted.
“Don’t let him get away!” Drake announced, somewhat unnecessarily, as they were all racing after him as if he stole their CE.
The gremlin ran even faster after he turned around and saw them. “I didn’t throw/cut/crush/even damage ANYTHING!!” He screamed.
“What’s he talking about?” Ange asked no-one in particular.
“Who cares, just get him!” Drake yelled back.
The three chased the Gremlin through the area, their quarry running as fast as his little furry feet could carry him.
The gremlin stepped on an odd button, and suddenly, missile turrets sprang from the ground, spewing out iron rockets.
Enzer grunted as the missile impacted heavily on his shield, almost breaking it. “DRAKE!”
“On it!” Enzer swung around as he ran, spraying bullets that landed neatly in each launcher’s barrel, choking them up and causing them to explode.
Two mecha knights charged at the group, obviously activated by a self-defence trigger.
“Enzer! With me!” Ange ordered.
Together, they dashed forward and dove into a rolling slash, the Mecha knights dropping to the floor as their Torso was severed from their legs.
The gremlin stopped as it found itself, quite literally, up against the wall. Enzer grinned as he drew closer to it. “Got you now…”
He raised his sword high as the Gremlin cringed, squeezing his eyes shut in fear. “Goodbye….” He whispered.
*CLANG!*
Enzer looked up in surprise as an expressionless pair of green eyes stared back at him, over the area where his blade crossed a Tempered Calibur.
That surprise turned into anger at the interference. “Out of my WAY!” Enzer disengaged their blades and tried for another forward attack. The newcomer blocked it with a mid-spin backhand parry, following it up with a rolling uppercut that caused Enzer to stumble back.
Enzer breathed heavily as he watched the newcomer enter a low-stance, keeping his blade up and ready while leaving his body close to the ground.
“..What kind of move was that?” He said breathlessly.
Ange attacked next, dashing in and attacking low with a sweeping forehand slice.
The newcomer collapsed backwards, rolling back a pace back onto his feet. Then, with a low, wide, sweeping backhand, knocked the blade from Ange’s hands.
Both threats temporarily neutralised, he too the moment to check on the Gremlin. “Zack? You okay?”
‘Zack’ nodded. “Yeah, thanks dude, a second longer and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. I owe ya one Max.”
Everyone started. “MAX!?” They chorused in confusion.
“Problem with my name?” Max narrowed his eyes as he re-affirmed his grip on his sword.
“Max, what are you doing with this gremlin? He’s the enemy!” Ange tried to keep her voice level.
“Zack is my friend, not an enemy.” Max shot back. “Tell me, did he actually attack any of you?”
“He activated a trap that shot missiles at us?” Drake supplied.
“HEY! You were going to kill me first!” Zack shot back.
Max folded his arms. “Which happened first? Did he fire missiles at you, or did you try and attack him?”
Ange looked away slightly. It was enough of an answer.
“Then you have no reason to kill Zack. He was acting in self-defence.” Max concluded.
“That’s no excuse…” Enzer started.
In a flash, Max was in front of him, a spinning backhand already on the way. Enzer quickly blocked it and responded with a forehand cut. Max backflipped back to his starting point.
“Did…! Did you just attack me!?” Enzer demanded.
“Yes, and you defended yourself.” Max deadpanned.
“I would have died if I didn’t!” Enzer retorted.
There was a short silence as Max’s point drove itself into their minds.
“My point exactly.” Max finished after a moment.
There was an awkward silence as the three knights realised that they were the ones at fault.
“Um…Zack, right?” Ange said to the Gremlin. “Uh…sorry about that, really.”
Zack shrugged nervously. “Hey, you guys have some beef with my species, It’s the least I should’ve expected. No hard feelings?” He extended a hand.
Ange smiled and shook it. Zack had to go back to work, so he left the four knights to themselves.
Ange walked over to Max. “C’mon, let’s go home.”
“Do I know you?” Max eyed them. “Oh wait, yes I do. You were there when I woke up. What do you want?”
“We’re here to take you back to Haven” Ange said with a smile.
“Not yet.” Max replied as he walked in the opposite direction. “I haven’t fully recovered yet; I need more time.”
Ange was surprised and confused. “But…That’s why we came to get you. To bring you back so you can recover!”
Max snorted. “How? By letting me lie down comfortably in a bed until my memory returns? I don’t think so.” Max sheathed his sword. “My memories and abilities are recovering with what I’m doing now. I’m not going to stop just because you told me to.”
“Enough.” Enzer stepped in. “We’re taking you back, by force if we have to.” Enzer readied his weapons and stared him down.
Max stopped, but did not draw his weapon. “…I’ve nearly mastered the abilities of the original Max, are you sure that’s wise?”
Enzer hissed back. “You’re bluffing.”
Max turned his head just enough to glare at him. “Are you sure you want to test that?” He shot back, his voice practically lined with steel.
All of a sudden, a gate shot up, separating Max from the others. Alarms blared and flashed as they looked around in worry.
“This does not look like a world of good.” Enzer whispered.
Max flipped his sword into a backhand grip and kept it in a defensive position. There was no telling what was going on.
There was a huge rumbling as two gigantic …THINGS came up from either side of the room. They appeared to be…very VERY big Gunpuppies.
“Blazing core…” Ange breathed.
With a *szhit*, their blue eyes opened. And a deafening roar signalled the beginning of a titanic battle.
If you ask me, this chapter is pretty bad. :/
But the next chapter will be Max VS the Roarmulus twins! If you didn't get that project RT was this, then something is wrong.
Anyway, fight scene coming up! YAY my speciality!
Can anyone guess what the rest of the story will be like? Tell me and lets see if you're right when I finish this thing!
Everyone will not die.
Is that all you can come up with?
How was this chapter? Was I right? Was it bad? WAS it '...eh, could've been better :/'
I think every single one of the chapters you've made so far have been GREAT.
Tankoo.
I still have a lot of work to do, but I'll try not to disappoint.
I only read a few fanfics which says something if im still reading this one :D
Great story,Great plotline,great characters,and a nice touch of adding a boss to the mix!
keep making stories like these because they are the synonym of greatness
Reviewed by Altos the Wereskolver
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One is all it takes Is the title. Care to check it out?
Max grimaced as he surveyed his opponents.
They were HUGE gunpuppy-like machines, and that was about it.
Even so, his sixth sense was burning a hole in his head. These things were dangerous.
“MWAHAHAH! Fear the power of the mighty Roarmulus Twins!” A raspy gremlin voice rang out through a speaker.
Slowly, one of them opened its mouth and unleashed a volley of Iron rockets.
Max dodge-rolled forward under the rockets, watching as they collided with the other RT’s salvo with a devastating explosion.
Max charged towards one of them, leaping over a set of missiles and let loose a full powered forehand cut.
Shock travelled up his arm as the metal armour didn’t give way, and sent a shockwave straight through his arm. He dropped to the floor, trying to get his arm working again when there was a loud bark. Max looked up just in time to take an Iron rocket to the head.
* * *
“C’mon Enzer!” Ange yelled over the noise. “Hurry up! We need that gate open!”
Enzer grunted as he tried to use his Troika as a lever, then got fed up and smashed the gat as hard as he could. Try as he might, he was having no effect.
“I think I know that Ange!” He retorted. “My muscles aren’t made of iron, I can’t do EVERYTHING.”
“Well do SOMETHING or Max will be dead by the time you get the gate open!” Ange shot back.
“…Should we try climbing over it?” Drake asked hopefully.
They all turned and stared at him.
“What!?” He said defensively
* * *
Max shielded as another rocket impacted in front of him. He speared a scuttlebot that had managed to get close to him and swung it into an RT, hard. Not even glancing to look as it shattered into pieces.
Unfortunately, he didn’t notice the wave of rockets that had been fired behind him, and the exploded on his back, sending him flying forward, only to be hit by the other RT’s missiles.
“Unf!” Max grunted as they impacted, sending him skidding across the floor and smashing hard into some blocks.
Max had to use his word as a crutch to even get to his feet. He was badly damaged, but lying down wasn’t going to make survival any easier.
“…Where is this thing’s weak point!?” Max clenched his teeth in irritation. “I can’t take much more of this…I have to end this NOW.”
The other RT opened its mouth and fired a series of rockets. Max ran straight for them and prepared to unleash a backhand spin attack.
By pure luck, Max’s sword had just the right angle to deflect a single rocket upwards.
It flipped a few times, before landing on the other RT and detonating.
Momentarily stunned by the explosion, it slumped to the floor. Max took the opportunity and leapt onto its head, stabbing his sword between the gaps in its head plating.
Abruptly, it woke up, and tried to shake him off. Max clung onto his sword, gritting his teeth with the effort.
The RT tired shortly, and Max took the chance to secure his footing and pry open the RT’s armour. It roared as Max dropped into its head.
Inside, Max gripped his sword tighter as he sighted the power core through all the complex workings. It was glowing a neon light blue through the gaps in the metal plating and wiring that drew energy from it to feed the RT unit. Its spherical shape lead him to the assumption that it was just a ball of concentrated energy, not even a generator.
Without a second thought, he plunged his blade into it.
There was a massive flash of light as his blade pierced the core, blinding him as he was engulfed in it.
* * *
They all gaped in shock as one of the RTs glowed brilliantly, before exploding in a bright flash of light.
Drake fell over from where he was just beginning to try and climb the gate, and Ange and Enzer just gasped in horror as they shielded their eyes. “MAX!”
* * *
Max opened his eyes. All around him was white. Pure white. Not even blinding white light, just…white.
Looking down, there was no floor. He was floating in an endless abyss…which was white.
He panicked for a moment, flailing about, before he realised that he couldn’t move from his position.
“Am…am I dead…?” He asked aloud.
“No, you are not dead.” A soft voice spoke through the endless realm.
Max spun around, but failed to find the source of the voice.
“So, you are the warrior I seek?” it said gently. “Do not fear, no harm has come to you.”
“Thank you, but I doubt I am who you are looking for.” Max replied. “I am on a journey to recover my memory. That is all I am aware of. Although…” He added after a moment of thought. “If it is possible for me to assist you, I will help in any way I can. What is it you require?”
“Cradle faces great danger.” The voice’s tone had become a little grim. “Specifically, you who call yourselves Spiral Knights. A great power stirs up against you. A great power from below.”
Max took a moment to absorb this information. But none of it made any clear sense. What ‘great power’ would want to destroy the Spiral Knights? And what for? What purpose would it serve?
“I require a soldier to assist me in maintaining the fragile peace that remains as of present.” The voice continued. “Though, I fear, even if you are the one I seek, you are not ready.”
Max began to protest but the voice had already moved on.
“You already know what is required of you. Should you turn out to be he who I seek, we shall speak again. I take my leave of you.” The voice started to fade.
“WAIT!” Max called out. “Who are you!?”
“Your kind already knows of me. Undoubtedly, as do you.” The voice faded completely, and light filled Max’s vision.
* * *
Enzer pounded on the gate for all it was worth, while Ange and Drake hammered the gate alongside with whatever they had.
“DAMMIT OPEN!” Ange screamed as her sword flashed back and forth, striking the bars with little effect.
Drake glanced up by chance as a sickening screech sounded through the room. “Wait, look over there!” He pointed over to the fallen RT.
A gleaming sword tip protruded out of the RT’s nose, cutting through the thick armour with some difficulty. They watched on as the blade carved a door shape, then retracted back into the RT.
*BAM* The metal armour sheet flew across the room, bouncing off the floor a few times before coming to a stop.
Max lowered his fist as he stepped out of the fallen RT, his new Ascended Calibur gleaming in the light.
“He…He’s ALIVE!?” Ange exclaimed.
“Dija see his sword?” Drake bounced up and down in excitement. “I’ll bet the energy from the blast changed it somehow. SO COOL!”
Enzer sighed and sank to the floor. “Seriously, why do I even bother?”
The remaining RT glared at Max, hate for him evident on its mechanical face. For destroying its brother, and surviving. No, it would not let him get away.
With a clank, its mouth shifted to reveal a new set of guns, each barrel tip pulsing with blue energy.
Streams of lasers poured out of the turret, racing across the floor almost instantaneously.
Not even fazed, Max held his sword in a double handed hilt-up position, and deflected the lasers away from him.
* * *
The three knights cheered. “GO MAX!” Ange screamed.
“YEAH! SHOW HIM WHO’S BOSS!” Drake added.
Enzer snorted. “Hmph. I’M ‘Boss’.” He smiled.
* * *
The RT stopped its laser barrage and literally fumed as Max continued his constant, casual approach.
Reclining back, its head popped open and a series of absolutely MASSIVE rockets poured out.
He didn’t even look up as the rockets shot towards him. His step ever casual, ever unwavering.
* * *
They had gone from cheering to frantic pleas for Max to get out of the way.
“CAN’T YOU SEE THE DAMN MISSILES HEADING FOR YOU!?” Enzer roared.
“C’mon! Move! Do SOMETHING!” Enzer shook the bars for emphasis.
Ange resisted the urge to join in the frenzy. After all, this was Max they were talking about.
* * *
After the explosion cleared, Max allowed his shield to drop. It just barely withstood the blast, but that was all he needed.
Mid-step, Max stooped down to pick up some random object that they couldn’t quite make out, tossing it idly in his left hand.
The RT roared and fired another volley of missiles.
Max leapt up early, but it was clear that he had leapt TOO early. At his speed, his trajectory was going to make him land on the explosion, rather than avoiding it.
* * *
Now Ange had joined in on the despairing screams for Max to move, shaking the gate and screaming at the top of her voice, but either he couldn’t hear them, or he was paying them no heed.
In any case, he wasn’t listening.
* * *
Max shielded a split second before he fell, the shield absorbing the damage, but the force still sending him flying upwards.
In fact, Max found himself soaring straight into another missile.
Max swung his sword in a heavy uppercut, cleaving the explosive projectile in two, the halves falling uselessly to the floor.
* * *
“Did he just…” Drake’s disbelief apparent after the moment of stunned silence.
“Yes,” Ange said, equally stunned. “Yes he did.”
* * *
Max switched to the object he had picked up, drawing his right hand to his left for a backhand throw as the RT opened its head for another rocket salvo.
“Say goodbye!” Max roared as the object flew from his hand, soaring in a neat arc and landing inside the RTs head with a small clink.
Max dropped to the floor and turned his back to the monstrous machine, heading towards the still closed exit. The RT, seeing its chance, prepared to fire its lasers again.
Before the three knights even had a chance to panic, the Blast bomb Max had thrown detonated, rupturing the RTs power core, resulting in a massive energy explosion.
In short, as Max casually walked away, the RT exploded behind him in a fantastic show of light and flying metal pieces.
The three knights cheered. Even they had trouble believing what he had just pulled off.
“C’mon Max, lets head home.” Ange said, before realising that Max was walking to the other exit. The one that lead deeper into the clockworks.
Ange jogged up to Max, who was still walking as if nothing was going to get in his way and live. “Max?”
“I’m not going to follow you back to Haven.” Max said bluntly.
“Why?” Ange pleaded. “Why won’t you come back? You could die in here!”
“I know. But this isn’t just about me anymore.” Max’s step still hadn’t faltered. He wasn’t even slowing down for her.
“What?” Ange was confused. What else was going on?
“Something is calling me. And now I know where I must go.” Max looked at his sword.
Mark had been transformed by the energy surge when he stabbed that power core. The blade had been modified in the intense energy, making it into an Ascended Calibur. It seemed to shine in the light, as if confirming Max’s words.
Max’s eyes burned with the determination possessed only by a Knight with a purpose.
“I need to reach the Core.”
The battle with the RTs is now up! FINALLY.
Anway, if you want to have a better idea of what the death of the Final RT was like, then watch these:
Casually walking away from the explosion of opponent
For the lulz of it
ive already read one is all it takes and i liked it ^ ^
“Feron, we are entering the clockworks now. How is the reception?” Ange spoke into her HUD.
“I can hear you crystal clear. Proceed to track down Max. He can’t have gotten too far away.”
“Roger.” Ange shut off the link and sighed. Max had disappeared from the medical tent a while ago after a near-fatal accident in a fight with the Jelly King.
Max had fought the Jelly King single handed, but a malfunction of the Graviton Vortex he used to finish him off left him critically injured.
When he woke up, he had no memory of anyone or anything, not even his own name. And yet, he disappeared into the clockworks shortly afterwards.
“Max, you better not do anything stupid.” Ange muttered through her Ash tail cap.
A knight armoured in the Scary Skelly set chuckled.
“Too late for that, Ange” He laughed, twirling two guns in his hands; an Antigua in his right and a Prismatech Alchemer MKII in his left.
A Troika knocked him over the head. “Shut up Drake. Now is not the time.” A Knight dressed in a Dusker set berated him.
“Enzer, we need to get moving. Stop harassing Drake.” Ange tapped her foot impatiently.
Enzer grunted and stepped onto the lift.
With a clunk, the elevator sank into the darkness, signalling the beginning of their journey.
* * *
A lone Knight wandered the clockworks, a Tempered Calibur held in a casual backhand position in his right hand. A wolver cap bounced on his head regularly with each step he took in the Spiral Cutlet he was wearing.
…Who am I? He pondered. My name is Max. I am a Spiral Knight. I am supposed to wield unfathomable skill. So why does this question still feel unanswered?
His thoughts were cut short by a sudden clanking noise. Max snapped his head up.
There were four Mecha knights, smoke pouring out of their vents, swords dawn, bearing down at him.
Max flipped his sword into a forehand grip and readied himself. “Okay, let’s see what I can do.”
The first Mecha knight brought his sword up high in preparation for a heavy downcut. Max blocked it with the Bristling buckler on his Left wrist. He tried to make a slash at the Mecha knight’s midsection, but another Mecha knight got to him first, using a backhand cut to send him flying backwards.
Max skidded across the floor and hit his head on a block, hard. Dazed, he looked up as two of the Mecha knights gathered around him. One raised his sword for a killing strike.
Max struggled to get up, but found himself paralyzed. By fear, shock, or something else, he could not tell.
I…I was supposed to be…better…than this… Max thought wearily. It can’t end now…I…I’ve barely begun.
His vision slipped in and out of focus, blurring into meaningless colours.
The Mecha knight, struck, its sword splitting the air around it as it moved in for the kill.
Suddenly, Max’s sword flipped in his wrist into a backhand grip, and in the same movement that he used to rise out of his feet, he brought the sword to meet the Mecha knight’s.
Max’s grip was slack, and the Mecha knight’s blade pushed his sword back to his right. But that was all right; that’s what he was counting on.
He used the momentum on the sword’s spin to let it slide into a forehand grip that left the blade at the Mecha’s neck. Leaning forward, the Mecha knight was decapitated, its lifeless body sinking to the floor.
Max cycled through and decapitated its partner in the same backhand spin strike. Completing the spin, he threw his sword, letting it embed itself deep in another Mecha knight’s visor slit.
The last Mecha ran straight up to him, but Max simple smashed his hand through the Mecha’s helmet, bits of gear and oil flying everywhere.
At normal speed, it seemed as if Max simply rose from the ground, ghosted past the first Mecha knight, decapitated the next, threw his sword that destroyed another and literally punched the lights out of another in one, fluid set of movements.
Max’s vision slowly regained focus. “Uuugh… What did I just DO?” He said as he noted the brutal carnage around him.
“So that’s the kind of skill the original Max possessed. What power…” He marvelled.
He retrieved the Tempered Calibur from the broken Mecha knight. “I swear Mark, I will make sure I reach the potential that I had before I became what I am now.”
A loud creaking caught his attention. Max turned to see a small group of Lumbers walking his way.
“Let’s practice then.” Max grimaced as he advanced.