Aurelius dives into the core of the machine, and sees a red ball of enrgy that appears to be controlling everything. He blasts forward, and enters the red ball, then explodes himself. . . .
Gremlin War Machine (open RP game thingy)
But, being a ghost does nothing except remove himself from this thread.
The Ender gremlin sighs, before roaring rather menacingly and evil-ly, before doing what LOOKS to be a short range, quick teleport, ending up near the garden, basically in a similar outfit as Herex himself, except its mostly black, the goggle lens glowing purple. After a look around he stealthed, looking for more targets, after throwing a sort of EMP mine under where one of the machine's feet would land next, which, again, would msotl ikely make the amcihne unable to move for a few seconds.
The machine's complex tracking systems track the mine, and it rockets into the air.
(( Dude, Gremlins don't fight the machine. It will kill you for rule breaking.... ))
(You Do realize there are SOME GOOD gremlins that actually wanna SAVE the knights, and some that just wanna blow something up, okay?)
Tarn then uncloaked at a high point, watching the fight go on, still looking for targets or for the machine to get close enough so he can finish it off.
((So I trigger a bunch of explosions to go off all around the war machine and do less then most people have done?))
Rasfie jumped to the side and rolled away from the explosions and switches to his argent peacemaker to fire apon the War Machine in the air
The machine jets into the air, and flies straight at Tarn. Just as it is about to hit him, it flips to the side and grabs him in it's oversized hand. It flings him to the hard ground with ridiculous force, and then jumps on him with all of it's weight.
(( I only god mod when you break rules. ))
Tarn enderported, suddenly vanishing, as the machine is distracted, I end up on its back, I stab my/Herex's katana into its back so I can hang on, as I take out some Elemental knuckles and repeatedly cause elemental explosions on its back, unless stopped, you won't have much time to work...
((An angry mob is stirring in the distance, heading towards Tarn...))
Rasfie fires more of his elemental bullets at the War Machine
Align your character PROPERLY, make a NEW ONE or DON'T PLAY
The machine stumbles back, but is undaunted. It dashes forward, and grabs Rasfie in one hand. Applying pressure with the other, it begins to try and pull him in half...
(( Just die, pi. ))
Tarn then took his blade out of the machine, after doing alot of damage, he backflipped and cloaked, ending up on another high point, planning and watching again, chuckling at the state of the machine.
(Evne though it totally did, especially if YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE RULES POSTED ON YOUR POSTS, which means everything I did happened, and unless you fix your own pathetic mistakes, it happened, and now your going down)
Tarn sighed, a Darkfang Demo giving me a rocket launcher, but I decline the offer, the demo goes back to his work, as I watch the knights attempt to finish the machine off.
None of Tarnrazar's posts count, at this point in time.
Rasfie knows he probably won't be able to free himself from the grip, but he notices some heavy and loose rocks above, he might as well try to do some damage to the war machine as he dies. He gets his robotic arm free and shoots the rocks, causing them to start falling towards them, he then shoots at the war machine arms
The bullets don't damage the War Machine's armoured front, but the rocks do. The rocks cause a moderate amount of damage, but, albeit not as much damage that being torn in half caused Rasfie.
Izola promptly turned around (armor now so busted that she just threw it away) and walked back into the Hall of Heroes, where she found Remi snoring on the ground. 30 seconds later, she walked back out, resuited and equipped with a myriad of bombs in a rather large container. Knowing not a thing about bombs, she could either:
A) Toss bombs at random and hope it would destroy the machine before the machine destroyed her. She sneaked a glance at the smoking pile of what was armor designed against extreme heat.
B) Group the bombs into rough categories, and select the most useful ones. Sadly, she did not have a clue which bombs did what besides that the mist bombs were a pain in the butt assuming you were not completely covered in a foot of armor.
C) Ask someone who actually knew what they were doing with a bag of enough explosives to nuke the Firestorm Citadel for help. Meanwhile, the machine accidentally crushed a knight into a bloody smear against the wall by turning around.
D) Be a distraction.
She walked over to the now dead Brinks, and reached into his bag, pulling out that weird sticky glue the jellies often used in their palaces.
Is this really stealing? At any rate, her conscience made her throw a pile of Jelly Gems on the dead body, before smearing the adhesive aspic on the bag of bombs. Sadly, it was now nearly impossible to get a good grip on the bag without Izola's hand fusing with it. She spotted the now rather cooled down Triglav nearby, grabbed it, stuck it to the bag, and threw it like it was 1999 B.C. into the war machine. Whipping out her Callahan and firing a shot at the bag, she yelled,
"I had this joke, but shoot I lost it!"
ANALYZING A cold, machinated voice sounded from the machine.
It zoomed in on the bag of explosives... and the flamethrower emerged from it. It dashed next to her, and gave the bag of explosives a quick puff of flame, and flung it right back at Izola, knocking her over. If it was possible for a machine to smirk, the War Machine was smirking. It jetted off, and left Izola to her fait...
He ignited them, and flung them back. KABOOMEONFOEFNEOFBJDBVOEBFILIKETURTLESANDOREGANOANDIKILLEDYOURFAMILYKAPOWEPIJGGHROGIHIOGH
In the distance, Crazee Pi walked towards the war machine with dual Rocket Hammers in hand, "Crazee Pi is mad, only Crazee Pi can cause that much destruction, Crazee Pi will kill silly machine," Crazee Pi said, and then thought to himse- err, itself for a while, "Then Crazee Pi will destroy tiny town, Crazee Pi likes that Idea so Crazee Pi will follow it."
Crazee Pi charged right at the War Machine with rocket hammers in hand yelling "CRAZEE PI WILL EAT YOUR GRANDCHILDRENS SOULS!!!!!"
Poor Screwhead, not having even finished his tiny little barricade, sees a great big massive KABLOOEY. A piece of debris lands on his handiwork. He proceeds to angrily yell curses, defamations and damnations in the Gremlin language which I, as his personal narrator, refuse to translate. He can't help but think though. "!#^%%!@What a bootiful boom tha' was.!!@#$#".
He looks around at the destruction the War Machine had caused, and proceeds to tear his Haven map to pieces. "Tha' heap o' metal just redecorated the place boys. Can't trust this thing no more."
He hefts his trusty Mortar Puppy onto his shoulder, crams five mortars into it all at once (Violating what paltry safety regulations the Gremlins DO have) then points toward the general direction of the Auction House (Or what's left of it). His missing eye makes it hard for him to judge distance, so he doesn't really bother aiming that well. After all, there are lots of Knights to hit with a lucky shot. "Eeeenjooooy, ya iron buttheads---OOF" The recoil makes him do exactly one backwards loop.
((But the bombs are in this rather tough bag, which is glued to the war machine. How would you get it off yourself in half a second before the Callahan bullet makes it go kablooie?))
The bombs stick to the machine's arm, and blow it off. However, it's fuel is corrosive, and highly acidic as well as flammable. It flings this fule on Izola, as it sprays out and ignites her with the Flamethrower.
(%#@$ THE RULES! ITS TIME THIS THING GOES DOWN!)
Tarn enderported out of a pile or rubble, before taking out a bazooka made from a Mortarfire's rocket launcher, he loaded an extra explosive Firo missle, and aimed at the fuel-lekaing leg, if it hits... basically all or some of the fuel will be burn't, and you'd maybe have one less leg to work with.
"If this machine does all the work for me... it wouldn't be as fun for me and MY OWN army!" He growled, before cloaking and vanishing... for now.
((It only blew off the arm? Oh well.))
Izola jumped into the Haven water fountain, quickly cleansing herself of the foul gloop. ...Was this oil? Looking at the machine, she saw a corresponding lack of arms and a torrent of fuel raining down, with a plick plick of liquid splashing onto the pavement. If only she had had some way to ignite it...
Meanwhile, in the bag, an Ash of Agni erupted, sending merciless, devouring flames chasing after the source of the fuel. Izola wondered if the armor could resist this strangely acidic and searing hot fuel, and waited to see what would happen.
Which the armour does. The machine then notices that the fountain she was standing in had a thick layer of oil on top of it... and ignited it. The entire fountain then burst into flames, engulfing Izola.
Izola dove down to the bottom of the fountain, which wasn't all that hard considering her armor was as heavier than that ancient Almirian plate and that the fountain was about 3 feet deep. Meanwhile, the fire above raged on as her oxygen depleted, so she pulled out her Callahan and blasted away at the side of the fountain away from the machine until it broke, allowing her to make a quick escape before the oil covered it.
Noting that the oil was still pouring out of the machine at a voluminous rate, and that the machine could only hold so much of the stuff, she promptly sat down, took out some jelly from the palace and had a nice little picnic until the dregs of the flammable liquid spilled out.
The machine was now in a damaged, but by no means crippled state. It had several large dents from rubble smashing into it, two enormous rips in its body from Izola's Troika Team, a missing arm, a loss of that weird rocket fuel, slight burn marks, and its left leg was covered with bullet marks, slowing it down. If she could get a good swing with her weapons, then she was reasonably confident she could slow it down immensely assuming she aimed and used some sort of additional momentum, like gravity. However, this plan had a few flaws:
1) Her Triglav was now 3 feet embedded in the dead center of the machine's chest. Her Sudaruska was somewhere (over the rainbow) else, and she didn't have enough time to go find it.
2) Using gravity to increase the force of her blow would not work on the machine a second time; it seemed to have a remarkable adaptivity against any scenario.
3) Izola herself was rather injured, and she wasn't confident she could swing a strong enough and accurate enough blow without some sort of external assistance.
So, therefore, she did the logical thing. She ran over to the Bazaar, where the Stranger merchants had fled, leaving behind all their weaponry. It was rather dull, but there were dozens of them, and quantity was what she needed. Immediately, she began throwing weapons at the machine at a rapid fire rate; most skimmed off the armor or were easily absorbed, but some weapons hit a weaker point, or actually penetrated the armor. In a few minutes, it looked like an angry hedgehog; a Nightblade in its face, a Shard Bomb sticking out of its stomach, a Kamarin in its sole remaining arm, a Flourish that sliced open the armor in a 2 inch area, a Wrench Wand that hit it dead on, causing the crystal to explode like a Shard Bomb (even as she watched, the Shard Bomb in its stomach exploded), and so on.
The machine was steadily taking damage, and emergency protocols activated. All of it's energy was spent on shields, deactivating it's more complex systems. Walking confidently through the conflagration, it picks Izola up and... back blasts her, slamming her into the ground, then flipping her and slamming her back and forth, back and forth, rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat.
After flinging her to the ground, the machine stamped on Izola, then turned it's back to her and walked back, and it's mini gun opened up on the flocks of panicking, screaming people.
[Don't you think the people would've run away after the rather large bomb explosion? Also, this machine seems kind of overpowered, doesn't it?]
Groaning, Izola staggered to her feet, as the world around her swam in between clarity and a kindergartner scribbling with every crayon in the world. She ruefully looked at the second set of plate mail she had busted today, and shrugged out of it. She figured a few bones had been broken, along with some internal bleeding, so she limped away towards safety.
A knight tinkered away at his huge machine. He had been working on it since three days before the War Machine attacked, and it was only now ready. After observing the Gremlin monstrosity, he had edited his own monster so that it was nigh-identical to the other, except with a more Knight-y theme, and a tiny, tiny weak spot which was guarded by layers and layers of small, extremely strong shields.
Janus, his name was, marched out, controlling his huge mech. He blasted it forward toward the gremlin machine with much force and began to punch it with all his force.
Even as Izola "tactically regrouped with herself", a Darkfang Gremlin had been surveying the scene, and upon seeing the kaiju conflict, he dropped down from the building he was on, passing the side of the knight's battle mech. As he skimmed by it, he held out a curiously sharp and pitch black knife, which cut a gash over 3 feet long and 2 inches deep, before landing and dashing over to the Gremlin war machine.
The machine rolled under the punches, and quietly slid it's hand into the shield, slowly enough to evade the shields. It then rams through, and tears a fistful of vital circuitry out
Janus grins. "Activate self-healing!" he yells, and almost immediately, protocols engage. The gash on the leg heals. The Knight Machine whirls around before the Gremlin Machine can rip out it's curciutry, activates a huge sword, and stabs upward, straight through the War Machine's torso.
The Darkfang climbed on top of the war machine on his side and hurled several sticky bombs onto the Spiral soldier in rapid succession, before quickly leaping off ere the explosion.
Janus, ever calm, panics and activates the shields. The bombs do nothing. The mech lunges forward, grabs the Darkfang, and rips him in two.
((You mean that the mech grabbed the Darkfang with his hands that were also holding a large sword inside the war machine?))
Screwhead notices from a distance another machine pick a fight with THEIR machine.
"Oi, tha' thing don't look like one of ours does it?" Screwhead snarls. "No-AAGHGK-boss," replies a Thwacker who is being beaten mercilessly by a rabidly angry Knight with a very large piece of Ironwood. "Methinks I got bigger Chromas ta' fry."
Screwhead sneakily yet hastily makes his way close to the Not-War Machine. He loads yet another five mortars into his Mortar Puppy (still in stark violation of Gremlin safety protocols, if there are any). He makes a very rude gesture to the machine that doesn't look like a Gremlin design, and growls "I' done seen Scuttlebots tougha' than you! Eat THIIIIIIS-OoofOWWWARRrrrGH" The recoil makes him bounce back further this time. He didn't have a very good footing standing on all that loose debris.
(( So I will destroy this upstart rule breaker! ))
The machine whirred, and dashed out of the way of the sword, infinitely more skilled than Janus. It dashes over the mech, kicking it in the face, and smashing the head open. It's optic circuitry physically come out, no repair protocols are capable of that. Tearing the sword out, (it barely hurt it) the War Machine drove it straight through Janus' robot, and lifts it off the ground.
It reaches behind again, and tears out the shield generator, leaving it open. Ditching the sword, it's remaining arm shifts to a rocket launcher, and it peppers the hostile machine, before swapping to it's chainsaw sword and slashing it open, over and over again. It then shoves the sword back down through the neck-stump, and kicks the machine over.
((I feel Crazee Pi might be a bit overpo- CRAZEE PI IS NOT OVERPOWERED!!! CRAZEE PI DOES NOT KNOW WHAT YOU MEAFNDOSNFOSANGOSFJSDOGHSOEHOARHDIFNVIXZDIGNDAINWF!!!
Small random question you just made me ask: Can our character be a normal construct? (Fighting for the gremlins I guess, or for the knights if it is a mecha knight from a mecha knight kit)))
"Crazee Pi does not know why war machine is ignoring Crazee Pi. Crazee Pi really means it. Crazee Pi would rather eat the machine soul now though, so Crazee Pi will do that. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" Crazee Pi said as it started smashing the war machine leg with its dual rocket hammers, "CRAZEE PI WANT ALL YOUR GUMMY BEARS!!!!!!!!!"
The war machine looks down at Crazee Pi, and lifts it's leg, keeping him on it's toe, and punts him like a football.
Screwhead notices the one who calls itself "Crazee Pi" fly away from the War Machine. He runs after the flying enemy, while loading and firing mortars madly at it. The first three mortars, which have little chance chance of hitting Crazee Pi until he lands, instead impact a Snipe who ignored the war around it, an unnaturally calm Knight's teacup, and a certain dud mortar lands on Kozma's left big toe. Its dud-ness doesn't change the fact that it is a 7-pound projectile dropping from the sky at terminal velocity. The fourth mortar heads straight for Crazee Pi's face, by some strange miracle of wind velocity and luck. (I hope you know air-dodging!)
(OOC: If a player dies as a Gremlin, is it possible to respawn as a Knight instead and pick a fight with the War Machine, and vise-versa?)
It hits the war machine on the shoulder, slightly corroding the servos. In retaliation, the war machine fires a salvo of rockets at Rasfie, intent on causing a huge, lethal kaboom.