@Spirals-Ore It applies to all except for the RT's in a sense. The roarmulus twins in my book have never been only effected by their own weapons, just immune to small arms fire (Because seriously, hitting a tank with a pipe wrench really doesn't do much).
It seems my Midnight-DJ away spray has worked so far...
@Root-kit: No worries, this thread isn't dead yet.
@Everyone: Sorry about this chapter being a tad shorter than others, I haven't had much time to write.
Chapter 8: Requiem
"Wake up, lycanthrope."
Silverpaw opened his eyes to reveal that he was laying on a pale white platform, in the middle of a solid black void. "My name's Silverpaw you uncultured-"
"No need to introduce yourself, Hallsworth Nimblefeather. We know who you are."
"How do you know my name? Answer me!" Silverpaw shouted, as he began to stand up on the platform.
" The Swarm knows all, sees all."
"So if I'm in the swarm, why don't you just turn me into one of your mindless drones?"
"You are much more important than that, you see. Do you happen to remember being slain by a group of knights and a mecha knight? If so, We have a proposition for you."
"I do, what's it to you?"
" You were capable of holding them off for some time on your own, with your fighting skill. Such skill would be downed to the skill of an average knight of your rank, which is nothing compared to what you're capable of at the moment. As you noticed, they fought you in a squad, in which I believe I have a counter for."
"And your counter is?"
"You shall become the leader of a squad of knights who have all accepted our help and have been slain by them, as to take vengeance against them. If you do not accept, you shall be turned into another mindless drone, which will be most wasteful."
"Will my past gear be resupplied?"
" Yes, and your equipment and self shall also be upgrade to be stronger."
"I accept."
"Welcome, to The Swarm."
BETA SQUAD: Sigurd, Mithrod, Refal, Orthus.
The squad, after making their way to Moorcroft manor, sat down at one of the tables to devise a plan on how to take their quarry.
"Orthus, will draw it's fire, Mithrod, you do.. whatever you do, Refal, you get behind him to attack, and I'll cripple his defenses." Sigurd said, pointing to their positions on a board with his pipe.
"Hold on, how do we know whatever "it" is has a gender?" Mithrod asked, looking up from the board.
"While you were all getting yourselves situated here, I went down an extra level and spied on our target. It seems to be an old colleague of mine from the raid on the first grand arsenal, Tor. He left years ago, believing the spiral order to be corrupt, and has been killing off squads who pass through tier 3 levels for a long time. He must be moving up here for something, possibly to slay inexperienced knights so they won't be a larger problem when they actually reach him."
"Well, we've got numbers and skill against him, I believe this should go swimmingly." Orthus said, sipping his coffee.
"Most likely, but be prepared for anything. He was a very efficient soldier during the raid, and has most likely learned more during his stay down here. When you're all set, we'll move in on-" "Took you long enough to get here." Sigurd turned his attention to the Alpha squad, who was just getting off the lift before walking into the manor.
"Sorry about that, we ran into a guy and an army of wolvers on our way here." Destin said, still holding his shoulder.
"Understandable, that explains the lack of any and all wolvers during our passage through the wildwoods. I would like you and your team to stay here and recuperate, while we clear the path ahead for you."
"Fair enough. Might I ask why you have a gremlin as part of your squad?" He asked, watching Mithrod observe every last detail about Lanius, before engaging in conversation with Hauss."
"Well, that gremlin just so happens to be the schemer that created Atropos, so he can be of use to us in discerning a weakness."
"Very well. We'll be right here if you need us." Destin said, before walking over to a bench and sitting down."
"Alright, squad; let's move in." Sigurd said, putting his pipe back into his mouth, before stepping on the lift.
Fun fact: The basis for Hauss riding on Lanius' shoulders is from the Alchemist from DotA 2.
According to the new Vanguard missions, Swarm nanoconstructs have partially assimilated the Core, which uses architecture from the Sanctuary. Bright white light, white blocky platforms, and green grass.
The missions also give more evidence for the theory that Sanctuary might be in the core.
Swarm-infested flooring is covered in black circuitry that occasionally pulses magenta. The circuitry runs only in straight lines and right angles, which indicates the Swarm is some sort of construct.
By the way, when is my character going to appear?
A new enemy approaches...
Alpha rocket Puppy:
A heavily armoured wolver with a built in rocket launcher. To fire the Wolver sits down, forming a pyramid of reinforced steel, Then fires away.
if upgraded by the swarm, the Alpha puppy's rockets buff fellow Wolvers.
Alpha gun puppy: same as above only with a autogun style machine gun.
For an example of Architect technology/aesthetics, look up the Artifact on the Spiral Knights wiki. It uses the holographic blue/white metal color scheme found on the Praetorians.
The Artifact itself is a key to the fifth Engine of Light-the key allows access to the Engine's systems and functions.
The Engines of Light are stable wormhole generators designed to tap into a dimension made of only photons-the "blinding, bright light" Parma saw before entering the Core. As the Swarm is made out of nanoconstructs consumed by shadow, they are naturally weak to light and the Engines of Light were built as weapons to fight the Swarm.
Parts of the Core have been weakened by the Swarm after they leeched energy from it, allowing them to exist inside the damaged parts without being destroyed.
The blinding white light seen in the background of the Sanctuary is one of the portals to the photonic universe found in the Core. Flavor text in the Sanctuary mentions the Swarm can't attack your Knight inside the Sanctuary despite the Core's close proximity to Swarm-infested areas of Cradle, as the light causes them to corrode.
The Swarm infestation of the Core in Dreams and Nightmares (10-2) is only possible because the Swarm is leeching off the Core's generators, causing the portals in certain areas of the Core to be unstable and not always active. However, the "safe zone" mentioned at the end of the mission is still running at full power (all of the portals to the photonic universe are stable and open), explaining how the Swarm is unable to attack you at the end of the mission.
-The background of the end level of Dreams and Nightmares is also much brighter than the levels before it.
Tortodrones are the most basic of Architect security constructs. Originally, they were made of gleaming white metal and had glowing blue eyes, however after thousands of years of inactivity their armor is rusted and covered with moss, and their eyes glow red due to damaged internal systems.
Their weapons and armor are still much more powerful than anything Knights or Gremlins can come up with (multiple scenario rooms have Tortodrones surrounded by bits of destroyed Retrodes and Mecha Knights, and the Tortodrones in Call of the Colossi are extremely powerful and the level they appear in is considered a boss arena).
And they are the most basic Architect units, designed to be used in massed rushes in battle.
TAKING INTO CONSIDERATION THAT YOU SAID THAT A KNIGHTS LIFESPAN IS AS LONG AS AN AVERAGE HUMAN AND NOW TAKING INTO CONSIDERATION THAT A HUMAN LIFESPAN IS 124 YEARS, THERE ISN'T MUCH DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE LIFESPAN OF ISORANS AND THE GREMLINS.
@Magmarace You played DotA ? It is always to hardcore for me.. I am currently settling in with G-Mod.
@Elliot-Shane: What I meant by average human lifespan was 100 years or so. (I need to get with the times)
@Midnight-Dj: I think I have a can or two stashed around somewhere.. *Shifts 25 red-galaxy away spray cans out of way* here they are.
Magmarce and people please help me a bit, i seem stuck coz i need six knights and one Almirian starshIp commander zombie and i hav only one cast member that is Xteri who chose Snarbolax, so people please help me out and file a few app for my fan fic pleaseeeee:(
help meee
my fanfic is EL DIABLO: ANGEL OF DEATH
*PLS FEEL FREE TO MAKE CHANGES IN THEM, JUST TAKE THEM IN*
NAME: RAYBACK(HYBRID)
RACE: ISORAN(MUTATION=FULLY SENTIENT GIGANTIC, WINGED BLUE SNARBOLAX WITH POWER OVER VARIOUS STATUS EFFECTS)
AGE: AS A RESULT OF MUTATION, HE HAS AN UNIMAGINABLY LONG LIFESPAN, CURRENT AGE= 11349 YEARS
INCLINATION: HEAVENLY GOOD SIDE
GENDER: MALE
PERSONAL COLOR: GREEN
RANK: COMMANDER
GEAR: ALMIRIAN CRUSADER ARMOR
ALMIRIAN CRUSADER HELM
OMEGA SHELL
FULLY FUNCTIONAL DRAGON WINGS
ENERGY CANTEEN
WEAPON 1: DIVINE AVENGER
WEAPON 2: ARGENT PEACEMAKER
WEAPON 3: SHIVERMIST BUSTER
WEAPON 4: WARMASTER ROCKET HAMMER
PERSONALITY: A RATHER ROCKY PERSONALITY ACCOMPANIED BY A COMPLETE LACK OF EMOTION. HAS A STRONG SENSE OF DUTY AND WILL READILY KILL ANYONE WHO IS EVEN REMOTELY CONSIDERED A THREAT. HE IS A LEGENDARY FIGHTER WITH STORIES OF HIS BRAVERY CIRCLING AROUND THE YOUNGER KNIGHTS. ALTHOUGH ROCKY AND COLD ON THE OUTSIDE, HE IS A PERSON OF GREAT LOYALTY AND COMPASSION, HE HAS BEEN FORCED INTO HIS CURRENT STATE BY AN UNKNOWN SORROW AND IS DRIVEN BY AN ANCIENT GRUDGE AND A DESIRE FOR REVENGE. HE CAN BE A GREAT FRIEND AND IS A JOYFUL SOUL WHEN FREE OF DUTY. THIS IS RARELY SEEN BUT IT IS A SIGHT TO BEHOLD.
BIOGRAPHY:ONCE THERE WAS A TIME WHEN RAYBACK WAS A JOLLY AND EASY GOING PERSONALITY HE WAS VERY FRIENDLY, HAD A LOVING FAMILY AND A GOOD JOB. THAT WAS UNTIL ONE DAY WHEN HE LOST EVERYTHING HE EVER HAD IN A TRAGIC INCIDENT. SINCE THEN, RAYBACK BECAME THE MAN HE IS KNOWN AS TODAY, HARDCORE, EMOTIONLESS, RUTHLESS AND VERY DANGEROUS TO THREATS. STILL, HIS OLDER PERSONALITY TENDS TO SURFACE ALTHOUGH RARELY. HE IS A LEGENDARY SWORDSMAN AND AN EQUALLY POWERFUL BOMBER. ENEMIES TEND TO WET THEIR PANTS JUST BY HEARING HIS NAME. TO THIS DAY HE SEARCHES FOR THE ONE WHO DID THIS AND WAITS EAGERLY TO KILL HER.
LIKES: TASTY FOOD
THE BEACH
WEAPONS
SELFLESS COURAGE
DISLIKES: COWARDICE
ANNOYING THINGS
BAD PEOPLE
LABORATORIES(WILL BE DESTROYED IMMEDIATELY)
EXPERIMENTATION ON LIVING THINGS
BATTLE SPRITE: DRAKON(ZOROARK)
SECOND CHARACTER
NAME: XYLLYS[PRONOUNCED(ZILLIS)]
RACE: SUPREME ALIEN CREATURE WITH FOUR ARMS AND BUTTERFLY WINGS TWO ARMS ARE MADE OF ROCK AND CRYSTAL
GENDER: FEMALE
INCLINATION: SUPREME EVIL
AGE: IMMORTAL BUT KILLABLE
COLOR: MULTICOLOR
GEAR: NONE NEEDED
POWER1: SUPER STRENGTH
POWER2: TELEKINESIS
POWER3: CRYSTAL ARMS CAN ABSORB AND FIRE ALL KINDS OF ENERGY
POWER4: OMNIPRESCENCE(CAN EXIST IN MULTIPLE DIMENSIONS AT THE SAME TIME)*SO IT IS EXTRA HARD TO FIND THE REAL HER*
PERSONALITY: EXTREMELY CRUEL AND SADISTICAL. DISREGARDS ALL LIFE. ONLY WANTS TO KILL AND EXPERIMENT TO INCREASE HER KNOWLEDGE. EXTREMELY POWER HUNGRY.
BIOGRAPHY: WAS ONCE THE TOP SCIENTIST OF A RACE CALLED THE SENTINELS. HER LOVER WAS KILLED BY SOME RANDOM SENTINEL SO SHE WENT INSANE ON A KILLING SPREE AND KILLED THEM ALL THEN SHE STARTED RESEARCHING FURIOSLY FOR MORE KNOWLEDGE. SHE IS ALSO THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR COMMANDER RAYBACK'S MUTATION AND THE LOSS OF HIS FAMILY.
LIKES: RESEARCH AND EXCESSIVE EXPERIMENTING.
DISLIKES: EVERYTHING ELSE.
@Eliott-Shane: That app is way farther out there than Matik's app, so I'm gonna have to turn your app down.
PLEASE WILL YOU HELP ME??? I WOULD LIKE ALL YOUSE TO MAKE APPS FOR MY THREAD ASWELL... PLEASE HELP ME, GREAT IDEAS IN THE GOOD'OL BRAIN MACHINE NEED UR HELP. MAKE APPS FOR ME THE THREAD IS EL DIABLO:ANGEL OF DEATH. I HAVE SOME REALLY GR8 IDEAS BUT THE FANFIC NEEDS CHARACTERS SO PLEASE HELP, I REQUEST YOU AND HOPE A FAVORABLE REPLY.
Dude (or Ma'am) this is a thread for a fanfiction, not a thread to whine about the loss of your own.
ITSA MEEE MARIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Unfortunately, "Ok" is not enough information to deduce what you were trying to say. Care to elaborate?
@Ellot-Shane: Delete that post quickly before the mods see it and nuke the thread. From orbit. With cyclonic torpedoes.
Because if you don't, we're all going to die horrible flaming deaths while having our constituent atoms ripped apart by eldritch energies.
@Quintinius-Vergnix: What I had meant by the simple "Ok" was to refrain from continuing on with how your headcannon about the swarm works. Although, I think that would be a great new thread for the treasure vault.
@Midnight-Dj: I found a third can of Thinslayer away spray, do you want it?
@Everyone: Carry on, the next chapter will be out tomorrow, provided the prophecies are untrue and we survive the eldritch apocolypse that Quintinius had fortold.
But when you turn "Quint" into "Quintinius Vergnix", it goes from being a generic cowboy name to being a generic Dieselpunk Roman Zeppelin Cowboy name.
Big, big difference. Other than the fact that there is no difference, its a pretty big difference.
Back in Post 60, I see what I have done. I created another terror ground for our friend Eliott here. He, too, did some stuff on my second thread. Why he is talking in all caps and bolded letters, I don't know. That's grounds for removal of posts. I guess I'll have to read this, but I'm serious, your character wouldn't have fit my storyline, or even my mechanics. Sorry 'bout that.
Also, @Eliott-Shane: First of all, I will admit to being a younger author on these forums without conducting myself like that. Heck, I'm not out of highschool yet. Lastly, don't write to entertain people. Why do I write my fanfic? I enjoy writing, and, as my writing has been enjoyed, I continue. Write for enjoyment, not to entertain others. If you don't enjoy it, don't do it.
Lastly, Magmarce and Quint, I wouldn't worry about the Admins nuking the thread. They can see the problem is Eliott. He's been a problem elsewhere. Good luck with your fanfiction, Magmarce, I think I'll follow it 'cause it seems pretty good. ;)
I would like to personally thank you for inspiring me to start this fanfiction, and yes, I understand that he would not fit in to your fanfiction's mechanics.
Also, the admins nuking the thread was a joke (At least on my part) since they never seem to do anything these days.
sorry, i apologize for all the trouble i caused u guys. goodbye.
*runs away to pluto*
@Eliott-Shane: Zues shall speak for me on this one http://hydra-media.cursecdn.com/dota2.gamepedia.com/2/26/Zuus_kill_12.mp3
@Everyone: When everyone's done calming down from our "friend" Eliott-Shane's actions, here's chapter 9.
Chapter 9: Under the cloudy green sky
BETA SQUAD: Sigurd, Mithrod, Refal, Orthus
The time cycle of depth 10 was around 8:42, and the sky had begun to darken as the artificial sun made it's way out of sight. The habitat seemed to be a compound of the poison variant, albeit considerably more overgrown, with dark green moss covering a number of the old buildings found within your average compound. Equipping themselves with a piercing, shadow, and elemental weapon for whatever type of monster the depth focused on, the squad moved in.
"Sure got late quickly. If we don't find him him before nightfall, we set up camp and position a night watch, okay?" Sigurd ordered, as he was surveying the canopy they had walked under. "Tis' quite nice under here, now the rain won't screw with my pipe."
"Sigurd, could you give us an idea on what Tor was equipped with when you spied on him?" Orthus said, eyeing a spiked green ooze on one of the trees.
"Tor was equipped with a chaos cowl and a snarbolax coat, and appeared to be wielding an obsidian edge at the time, alongside a barbarous thorn shield and whatever equipment he may have hidden. Be on your guard."
Moving through forest, they came across a lagoon, in which multiple drouls and toxigels began surfacing before making their way to the shore. Drawing his polaris, Refal began to shoot the water, electrifying everything within it. Shuddering from electricity, the mob pressed forward, ignoring the damage they were sustaining from the squad's combined fire of polarises, supernovas, raptors, and megawatt pulsars. Only a single, crawling droul made it to the shore, only to have his skull stomped by Orthus.
"Well, I guess that settles it." Orthus said, peering into the murkey water of the lagoon "Wait, what's that?" He said, taking a step back. Before them rose a Deadnaught, fitted with ancient plate armor and a shield to match. On it's back was what appeared to be a gigantic troika, and a vine covered pike, one that you'd normally see on a deadnaught. It slowly advanced towards Mithrod, who began to back up to the treeline. The rest of the squad, knowing how to fight deadnaughts, began to flank it, until it did someone none of them saw coming: It threw it's pike at Refal. He rose his shield just in time, which it ripped through, and sent him flying into the brush, but otherwise unharmed. Orthus, knowing it was now distracted, made a break for it's back, in which it kicked him over, falling into the bogwater.
"This certainly isn't your average deadnaught." Sigurd said, helping Orthus up, "That's for sure. Have an idea on how to beat it?" Orthus said, spitting out some water.
"Not yet, keep it distracted while I get refal on his feet."
"Got it."
Orthus narrowly dodged a swing from the Deadnaught's now-drawn Troika, sending mud everywhere. He began taking shots at it's helmet, which it simply endured. Mithrod chased after Sigurd as he made his way over to the crumpled brush where refal was, pulling something out of his pocket.
"Sigurd, sir! I think I have an idea on how we can beat this deadnaught!" He shouted, before running over to Sigurd and Refal, handing him what appeared to be a radar grid. On the grid was a singular dot, lying within the lagoon.
"Might I ask what it's tracking?" Sigurd asked, looking over to the part of the bog the dot was at.
"It's detecting the T.O.A.D, a machine I built years ago as a trap for you knights." If I can get it to start up, we have a way of defeating this behemoth."
"And how do I know that it won't attack us?"
"I'm standing right here. I can give you clearance."
"Alright, let's hope this works." Sigurd said, drawing his Sealed sword and wading into the water after the deadnaught, as Mithrod began furiously typing on a console he brought with him. It brought it's sword down at Sigurd, who sidestepped and swung at it's forearm, which it move out of range. Refal grabbed a droul skull off of the ground and threw it at the Deadnaught, who proceeded to swipe at the lone knight. He hopped over the blade, before unleashing a barrage of polaris rounds at it, which fizzled off on it's armor. "There, got it! Get to cover everyone!" Mithrod said, pressing a button. Out of the water came a automoton built to look like a frog, which the eye parts being floodlights. It paused or a second, before crouching down, and releasing a missile out of it's back, into the sky. The rain, which had cleared up a long time ago, suddenly started again when the missile detonated within a cloud, releasing acid rain on the deadnaught. Although not really effecting it, the deadnaught turned to the T.O.A.D, who proceeded to hop over it and slam it in the back, knocking the deadnaught over. It then proceeded to charge dual retrode lasers from it's floodlights, and blast the backside of the deadnaught to pieces. The deadnaught crumpled, and the T.O.A.D proceeded to sink into the water.
"That certainly passed my expectations." Sigurd said, chuckling.
"Well, now we're done with that. Let's go nab tor!" Refal said, walking past the bog, into some trees.
"I guess we need to follow him, before he screws himself over in an ambush."
"Right, let's get a move on."
"Guys, c'mere! I think I know where we need to search!" Refal yelled, pointing to a run down temple within the trees.
"We're coming, hold your horses!" Orthus said, picking up his pace.
Arriving within the temple, the squad began to inspect the area for any traps that were potentially set up by Tor. After discerning the lack of traps, they pressed on, keeping on guard at time. At the same time, they were being watched by 2 unknown beings, one of which being Tor.
"Looks like Sigurd's finally come after me. Took him a while. Oh well, I think I should introduce myself to his squad before I kill them all. If they can't take a Deadnaught together, there's no way they'll survice any farther." Tor thought to himself, watching them from a post on the ceiling.
"So a new force has entered. Maybe they will be of more help than the last of their kind that entered these walls..."
A goody as always. I wonder why you keep spawning cool enemies then kills them off anyway.. Nvm, that's a not important dreadnaught.
One of my focuses within this story is to keep the viewers guessing. It's a convenient way of keeping it fresh with each chapter.
By the way, when is my character going to appear?
Nice chapter, but,
what does T.O.A.D stand for?
(Tortuously Obstinent Amphibious Device?)
Mithrod is not good at naming things.
@Everyone: I screwed up again and attempted to post a chapter without logging in. Whatever, here's the better version.
Chapter 10: Shifters
Night had fallen upon the jungle, making outside search next to impossible. A cold, thick mist began to form because of the rain, worsening the chances of accomplishing anything outside of the temple besides getting wet. Beta squad, being inside the remnants of an ancient temple, decided to press on, keeping lookout for the rogue knight they were after.
BETA SQUAD: Sigurd, Mithrod, Refal, Orthus
"Sigurd, we can't go out in the rain, Tor'll be able to take us by surprise too easily." Orthus said, observing the mist that had begun forming.
"Fair enough. If nowone here is weary, we can search inside this temple tonight." Sigurd said, again lighting his pipe. Advancing into the next room, they noticed multiple of statues lining the walls, clad in armor identical to the armor worn by the deadnaught they faced in the lagoon. The floor was a layer of soil, overgrown with grass, and the walls were coated in moss. Stepping further in, parts of the ground began to crumble as zombies made their way out the ground to engage them in combat, as fiendish portals formed and released multiple greavers and some form of new fiend: it resembled a zombie with gauntlets and boots, with sharper teeth, wings, and pit boss horns. The new fiends were wielding gran fausts, and did so with skill, blocking and deflecting rounds fired off from the squad's firearms. Orthus ducked from a swing by a droul, before impaling it with his combuster and throwing it at greaver, crushing the winged fiend on impact. Refal fired a shot from his polaris at one of the gran faust-wielding fiends, before firing another next to it. The fiend dodged the first round, moving itself in the way of the second by doing so, being shot out of the sky as a result. Trojans began moving out of the portals, and proceed to surround the squad in a wall of shields, slowly moving closer in as if to crush them.
"So uh... how're we supposed to deal with this?" Orthus said, drawing his celestial blade.
"I'm not sure we're gonna- Are those statues moving?" Refal said, peering through the small gaps within the trojan shields.
"They may be. Raise your shields and wait for them to take action." Sigurd said, pulling the bitter end off his back.
The trojans, who had previously formed a circle around then squad, began to raise their blades to strike, as they all because to shudder and fall over, turning into stone. The live trojans turned away to engage their attackers, only to be destroyed from behind by the squad. The statues, who had drawn arms against the trojans, proceeded to attack the remaining fiendish and undead forces, before lining back up at the walls, retuning to stone form. The squad cautiously moved past them into the third and final room of the temple. Inside, the entire floor was covered in grass, with multiple trees and tons of wildflowers sprouting all over the room. The walls, covered in moss and vines, seemed to give off a friendly warmth, the kind you feel when in sunlight on a pleasant day. In the middle of the room stood a statue of a knight clad in plate armor, donning a dire sallet and dual shields, both of which were in the style of an ancient shield, although they had runes you would find on a tortodrone carved all over them. Despite it being rainy and sealed off from the outside world, a ray of sunlight shone down on the statue. "So you have arrived. Welcome."
the statue said, with a norse accent in it's voice.
"D-did that statue just talk?" Mithrod said, taking a step back from the statue.
"Sorry to alarm you, maintenance being. My name is Sir Tlaloc, Knight of Earth. I require you and your team's assistance in a matter that threatens the planet."
"Might I ask what this matter is? Sigurd said, looking over the details of the runes on the statue's shields.
"5 millennias ago, energy of pure malevolence seeped into the world, turning once inseparable allies against against one another, and destroying life. We call ed it the blackness. The core of this planet, the sleeper, knew this energy was corrupting it, so it formed the Natural Order: an order of the purest men and women from all across the world. There is myself, the Knight of Earth, from the civilization of Titans. Sir Agni, Knight of Flame, from the kingdom of Almire, Lady Anemone, Knight of Wind, from the Gloaming Wildwoods, and lastly, Sir Glendower, Knight of Water, from the Northern Valleys. We sought out to destroy the source of the blackness, in the form of the Dark champion, one of the world's greatest warriors, corrupted and turned against purity. Together, we managed to slay it, but at great cost. Now the blackness has returned, with a new champion of metal and hatred, to conquer this planet once and for all."
"We refer to the blackness as the swarm, and we just so happened to be going after a mecha knight that can control said swarm. Is that the new dark champion you were referring to?"
"That is correct. I attempted to ask the last of your kind for help, but he scoffed at the idea, saying this world has too much corruption as is, and not necessarily what you're trying to eliminate."
"Another of our kind? Did he happen to be wearing a coat that was made out of snarbolax fur?"
"Not your kind, haverster. But yes, he was wearing a snarbolax coat, and was wielding a some form of hammer with rockets attached to the back of it."
Sigurd frowned, and then continued, "So what is it you need help with?"
"The Darkness, or swarm as you call it, has blocked off communication with the rest of the order, at least in inanimate form. If you can restore the rest of the order, we can assist you in your fight against the dark champion. Give me a second."
The statue began to shake, and from it burst A knight identical to the statue's form, albiet his armor in the "serene" color scheme as the Spiral order had put it. On top of his helmet sprouted moss and a single flower, delicate, but stunningly beautiful. Sir Tlaloc reached into his pocket and pulled out a charm with a rune on it.
'Show this to them, and they will know I sent you. May the core be with you."
As the squad walked out of the 3rd room, Orthus began to question Sigurd.
"Why'd he called you a "harvester"? Is there something you aren't telling us?"
"You remember the C-14 incident, correct? The whole deal with the genetic superweapons?"
"I do, what of it?"
"After they knew genetics were too unstable, they resorted to technology, and gave me a built in cloaking device when I was brought in after the first grand arsenal siege. They called the technologically-upgraded knights harvesters. No idea why."
"Alright, I guess."
"That was too close." Sigurd thought to himself as he readjusted his pipe. Taking a step into the 1st room, a chandelier came crashing down, which the team dodged, Before hearing a vaguely familiar voice.
"Going somewhere?"
I feel like this thread sort of died readerwise. Anyways, if anyone's still reading, here's chapter 11.
Chapter 11: Assembly
Silverpaw woke up to a kick in the ribs, swiping at his attacker.
"The hell do you want? Silverpaw sneered, quickly getting up and looking directly at the figure. It was a knight, who appeared to be wearing blackened grizzly wraith armor and a dire-styled sallet.
"Easy, kid. You were sleeping on some spikes, and Atropos'd prefer to have his squad leader intact." Heflon said, holding a hand over his eyes, using his other senses for navigation.
"So who are you then, and why are you holding a hand over your eyes?" Silverpaw said, looking over his equipment. He still had his skolver equipment, although now it was a dark grey, and his claws were replaced with a metal that was glowing a magenta color. "And what happened to my equipment?"
"One thing at a time. My name is Lieutenant Heflon, former captain of the haven security force. I was out investigating suspicious activity when this portal opened up, and a knight came out and shot me. Now I have to work for the swarm. I'm holding a hand over my eyes because I got into a scuffle with the same squad that took you down, and ended up being blasted from across the city by that damned sniper of mine; this spot still hurts from that. And about the gear, the black and magenta is part of the upgrading process."
"Well okay I guess. My name is-"
"Don't even start with the Silverpaw crap, Nimblefeather."
"Oh, so even you know my name now? Is that how this is going to go?"
"Calm yourself, I worked with your father when you were a kid, and was investigating the mauling of Venice, which I believe you remember fondly. Now, we have a mission to fulfill before we're set out to hunt down their squad."
"And that is?
"If you've forgotten during your time in the woods how to count, there's only 2 of us here. We need to "recruit" some new members into our squad. Care to get started?"
"With pleasure. Let's start with tier 3, to get more powerful knights."
ALPHA SQUAD: Destin, Critzer, Bahman, Athena, Hauss & Lanius
"So, if everyone's ready to go, we can keep going on with our objective." Destin said, no longer holding his shoulder.
"Hopefully what's next won't kick me over ever single time. I think we're all ready." Hauss replied, looking over the team.
"Alright, let's get a move on." Destin said, walking over to the lift.
The level had by then shifted, and the Alpha squad had been sent down to a deconstruction zone. Peering in, they found it was covered in piles of scrap metal, with large, boxlike machines collecting the metal and packing it into shipping crates. Multiple gremlins were positioned in towers, and were armed with sniper rifles. Upon sight of the squad, they began opening up on them, in which Athena began to counter-snipe them. Moving farther in, the Recyclers began to take notice, opening up with either barrages of missiles from their mortars, or charging squad members with their saw blades. Critzer allowed one of the recyclers to charge her, leaping over it as crashed into a pile of scrapped alloys, sending metal everwhere. As the machine attempted to free itself, Critzer fired a charged magma driver round into one of it's mortars, causing it to explode from the inside. Destin, who was cornered by two gremlin thwackers and a scorcher, grabbed the attention of a recycler and jumped out of the way as it crashed into the gremlins in front of him. Bahman, who couldn't get to his mines at the moment, handed Hauss a big angry bomb and told him to crawl under one of the recyclers and place it. Doing so caused the mechanical behemoth to collapse, as there was next to nothing inside to keep it's plating upright. A squad of scorchers moved in, but were downed in seconds by Athena, who had perched herself in one of the formerly occupied sniper towers. With the deconstruction zone now clear, the squad made their way to the lift. The marker for the lift's destination was odd, but they bid it no mind.
BETA SQUAD: Sigurd, Mithrod, Refal, Orthus
"Tor! We've been looking for you!" Orthus shouted, grasping his celestial blade a tighter.
"I expected as much. Here to become the next batch of knights that go M.I.A?"
"Not so, Tor. This can go one of two ways; Either you join us, or you become a pile of ashes." Sigurd said, crossing his arms, looking up at the rogue knight.
"Wait, join us? I thought we were here to capture him!"
"His skill in combat would be invaluable to our cause, traitor or not."
"And why would I join you? It's not like there's anything you can do for me."
"Really now? If you join us, afterwards I'll bring it up with the council about what happened during the first raid."
"Sigurd, are you serious? You'd lose your rank on the spot for mentioning that."
"Would they really want a second highly skilled rogue knight killing anyone who comes on their level?"
"No..."
"Exactly. So what will be your choice?"
"Fine, I'll join you. But if you don't keep your part of the deal, I'll kill you all."
"Fair enough, let's get out of this rain."
Sorry about that ^... Its been a while and I like this story a lot.
Nice chapter
Archimedes is literally coming in next chapter.
Yeay finally another chapter! You did not forget about grant right?
I'm guessing my character is going to be in Gamma squad, as Alpha and Beta squads are already full.
Is this fic still alive?
Oooow ok. So this applies to vana mask as well? And RT missile team kill to? Anyway, i still want to –At the very least– Have silverpaw dies because of a silver bullet (The irony)