Spiral Knights - Machinauts: Steel Vengeance Chronicle

Machinauts: Steel Vengeance Chronicle

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Fri, 05/22/2015 - 06:44

Midnight-Dj

You can read the previous story from here.

The next installment in the machinaut fanon is here! This is the tale of KV-103 unit two, the d***he bag Fallen King's personal adventure to avenge the devastation caused by Obsidithax during the bombing of the Torchbellow city, but little did he knew, that there are more afoot than what meets the visual sensors. Despite Obsidithanx's death by the hands of fellow Dracolisks (a thing that the Fallen King moan about till THIS day), much of his die hard loyalist soldiers and lieutenants remained, they managed to escape from purge by the council of scales and are now plotting on activating Baram the great one, a powerful tortodrone patriarch whose wrath knew no limits. Only one monarch can rule them all, will the Fallen King rise to power once more or get dethroned?

This is, again, a build your path adventure (somewhat). you, the reader can vote on the Fallen King's decisions and they will result in different outcome of the events. Some fights can be made easier and some can be made harder. And you have the power to choose the ending, just don't expect anything that is lore breaking, just to throw it out there.

WARNING: KV-103 unit 2 is a jerk and he is a complete polar opposite of KV-103 unit one the "Steel Justicar", in case you are not RPing in the machinaut: far sides of cradle, this is just a heads up.

Machinauts: Steel Vengeance Chronicle

Chapter 0: rude awakening

Location: depth zero, torch bellow loaned stasis lab, 14 years after the bombing of the Torch bellow sub colony

A phalanx of stasis tanks laid inside the dusty old lab, filled with cobwebs and molds after decades of isolation from the outside world. Among one of these tanks rested KV-103 unit two, oblivious to the events that ended the once flourished Torch bellow sub colony. Unit two was dormant, only a minimal amount of neuron nano-machines were operational to ensure that his joints do not rust after a long hibernation period, like a man in his sleep, time flashed by as if it was only yesterday that he was put into stasis. Suddenly, the interior of the stasis lab trembled, a voice from the deep within the cradle shot into KV-103 unit two's sound sensor.

WAKE UP

KV-103 unit two's visors opened up, a quick scan on surroundings and it was inconclusive as to who startled him. The Fallen King tried to move but his face was snugged tightly against a blast proof window and the back of the tank, but this small obstacle was not about to stop the Ultranaut from investigating the voice, with its tungsten alloy arms packed to brim with powerful hydraulic pistons, KV-103 pushed off the glass window effortlessly, the noise caused by the break out echoes within the silent stasis chamber. Exiting the chamber, unit two's metal feet touched the ground for the first time since his last talk with his big brother back in the supreme arsenal.

The Fallen King strolled through the ad*jacent stasis tanks, tanks labeled 'DSN-001', 'Mark-30', 'LV-909' and 'Cobalt'.

"Inferior designs..." Unit two muttered as he walked passed the dormant machinauts and decided not to reactivate anyone of them, "Unfitting of the true image laid down by the machine god..."

Naked of the Uranium plating which all Ultranauts were clad after their completion, Unit two ventured to a large corridor outside the stasis chamber, the entire facility was abandoned. Suddenly, at the end of the corridor two Gremlin scavengers emerged, bathed in the sunlight of the outside world, they were unaware that KV-103 was awakened. Unsure the weapons they might possess, the Fallen King took cover behind a set of empty metal crates and awaited for an ambush opportunity to present itself.

"How long has it being since the torch bellows have fallen?" a male voice spoke followed by a the sound of two sets of footsteps.

"Fourteen Years, the beast lord obliterated everything they fought for..." a female voice replied with melancholy, "My Auntie died in that attack and many ancient technologies were forever lost to the Gremlin kind, we need to salvage as much of this stasis chamber as we can if we want to grow strong again as a race... and if we are lucky, we can find a machinaut."

"Machinaut?! You mean those genocidal, free thinking machines?!" the male voice spoke in discontent, "Do you remember how much blood they spilled back in the great colony two years before the bombing? This is a providence! The torchbellow was punished by the spirit of cradle for this heresy! They had it coming despite the ban of AI development back in the great colony."

"Quit your superstitious whining, brother," the female voice replied angrily, who was most likely the sister of the two, "The machinauts were the fruits of ancient AI technologies forgotten by our people during these centuries of war, if we can find an operational machinaut, we can learn much from him, or it... do machinauts have genders? Meh, I am thinking too much..."

Unit two hesitated for a moment before lumbering slowly out from the metal crates, two Gremlins were spotted with many salvaging tools. "Who dares to defile this facility that belongs to Torchbellow clan?! The disciples of the machine god! Leave this place at once!" For a second, the Fallen King identified them as looters and shouted, "THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING!!!" the Ultranaut was unarmed but he was more than a threat with his bare hands.

Terrified by the monotone shouting of the Fallen King, the male Gremlin fell and nearly wet himself on the floor, "ARGH! This is the end! sis! It is one of those large machinauts! Wait! It is an Ultranaut! We are doomed!" He then proceeded by covering his face with his arms, whimpered like an infant while his sister, the female Gremlin sighed in disappointment. Been the more rational of the two, the female Gremlin stood her ground and slowly dropped all of her salvaging tools as a sign of surrender. The Fallen King picked up the gesture and took a step back.

"Please be calm, mighty Ultranaut," the female Gremlin greeted unit two in a trembling but kind tone, "My name is Zereille, I am from the great colony. And you are?"

"Ultranaut is a slang... the proper wording is the Ultra heavy machinaut," unit two added, "I am KV-103 unit two, you can call me by the code name the 'Fallen King'. "

"Okay then, Mister Fallen King..." Zereille considered her next words carefully, "Oh, by the way," she pointed at her cowering brother, "He is my older brother Onix, we ran a family junk yard on the cradle surface for travelers who are tired of the city life. But recently there has been a decline in customers so we came here to explore for some new materials, would you mind if we borrow some scrap metals?"

"Your flattery means nothing to me..." the Fallen King crossed his arms, "As long as I am still operational, don't even think about stealing from the Torchbellow."

Onix got up, with no time to change his pants, he tabbed his sister's shoulder, "Come on! We should just get out of here before the Ultranaut turn us into mincemeat!"

Zereille spat and shook off Onix, "Wait! Mister Fallen King, I confess, I am actually half Torchbellow, the family on my father's side came from the great colony but the spirit of the Torchbellow on my mother's side still flows in my vein!"

"Look, big metal guy!" Onix Panicked and pointed at Zereille, "I am her half brother, I am just a homegrown great colony kid!"

"Will you be quiet?!" Zereille spat back by her half brother.

"Regardless," KV-103 unit two denied, "I cannot allow you to temper with this place while many machinauts are still in stasis. But... I can make you both a deal... I will help the two of you to obtain new materials via other methods, Cradle is a large place, I am sure with my skills I can assist you both in this, financial crisis of yours. But once I complete the request, I beseech you both to never again set foot in this facility."

"You see?" Zereille turned back to Onix, "I knew we can struck some kind of deal! Now we can finally clear out the critters that have been harassing us for the past few months."

"Critters you say?" mused Unit 2, knowing that he was more than a match for anything on the cradle surface with his fists alone.

Zereille and Onix guided unit 2 out into the sun on the surface of cradle, as the light intensity went up, it took a while for Fallen King's visual sensors to adjust. The outside world was beautiful, but the lash grass flowing in the wind and twittering snipes were not something KV-103 was programmed to enjoy, trenches and broken bodies were far more pleasant in his view. Entering the dusty family junk yard operated by Zereille and Onix, KV-103 spotted a community notice board made out of scrap metals and rotten logs. Taking a closer look, there were three sets of contract. The moment Fallen King diverged his attention to the notice board, Onix cowered his way back to a small wooden shack inside the junk yard and changed his pants.

"I see you are already eager for some action, Mister Fallen King," Zereille mused when she saw unit two staring at the notice board, "Those contracts were set up by the local communities, we are explorers who broke off from the great colony, the country life is great, but from time to time the local wild lives take advantage of our lack of protection."

The Fallen King ripped off pieces of contact papers and turned to Zereille, "I eavesdropped you and Onix earlier while you were entering the stasis lab, I remembered that you said that the Torchbellow was bombed... that may explain why the facility seemed abandoned."

Zereille sighed and replied, "Yes, the bombing was so loud you could hear it from the colony, I was very young back then so I can't remember all the details."

"Who was the 'beast lord' you mentioned?" the Fallen King skipped straight to the question.

"His name is Obsidithax," Zereille answered almost immediately, "He was once the chieftain of Dracolisks, highly evolved chromalisks with advanced civilizations. But he is dead now, apparently his fellow council members did not want to participate in his atrocities."

"They rightfully should," the Fallen King coldly responded, "If they didn't, I would have putted them all accountable for the deaths of my fellow Machinauts. Those vile beasts shall taste true savagery..."

"Fine, it is your choice Ultranaut," Zereille shook her head when she realized unit two was honor bound to his clan and fellow machine brethren and nothing was going to stop him from having his vengeance, "I will be preparing some armors for you while you complete one of those contracts, completing all three would be us taking you for granted, once you weakened our harassers, we will take care of the rest."

DECISION TIME (YEAH!)

Objective: Help Zereille and her half bother Onix to fight off invading local beasts, making the areas around the junk yard safer.

-- Tortodrone Mating Ground --
This is the season of a major Tortodrone migration on the cradle surface, unfortunately for Onix and Zereille, their family junk yard is right in the center of their migration path. Little is known of how Tortodrone actually work or even reproduce, many Torchbellow scientists venerated these mechanical beasts as the holy animals of the Machine God. Those who faced a raging male Tortodrone in a mating frenzy rarely found them 'holy'.
Weapon reward: Twin Tortofists

-- Dragolisk Breeding Ground --
Dragolisks are ferocious beasts and much like the Dracolisks, they can fly but only capable of limited cognitive ability. It is widely believed that Dragolisks were the offspring of Dracolisks exiles who were kicked out of their homeland after either defeats in mating contests or general territorial dispute. After devolving for several generations on the surface, Dragolisks distinguished themselves from their more civilized kin, for better or worse.
Weapon reward: Dragolisk fang spear

-- Shrine of the Endless Night --
A small plateau near the junk yard has become the breeding nest of a large Sloom colony, these sleep inducing slimes are usually gentle creatures with no ill will towards anyone. But recently, a wave of dense, sleep inducing fume created by the Sloom colony spread to nearby Gremlin settlement and caused many trouble. Most Gremlins agree that sleeping while doing pipe works in methane filled underground pipe network is one of the more pleasant ways to die on cradle.
Weapon reward: Sloom gel shield

Fri, 05/22/2015 - 13:50

Matikclocker

Vote for the Shrine of

Vote for the Shrine of Endless Night!

Fri, 05/22/2015 - 18:23

Doctorspacebar

I vote for the Shrine of Endless Night and getting that shield. The best offense is a good defense!

Nautilus: "Rampaging Tortodrones and Massilisks? I don't envy Unit 2 one bit."

Nalki: "Massilisks?"

Nautilus: "Another term for Dragolisks. The terms are interchangeable."

Mendilex: "I remember fighting a Tortodrone once. Hoooooo boy. It's quite a story..."

Fri, 05/22/2015 - 19:04

Spirals-Ore

Merrrrp

I don't think you can fight slime with bare hands... So i vote for tortodrone mating ground for some Heavy action! (Get the pun?)

Tue, 05/26/2015 - 03:56

Midnight-Dj

Maybe Thinslayer was right? It is not like I care anyway.

What makes a king? Some say it is birthright, while others call it destiny, perhaps it is not important as long as the King's name serves to unite his people. ~ Dark Souls 2

What if, the king didn't have a name?

Writer's note: KV-103 unit two now has a new nickname, the man of iron, you may see from time to time people calling him the 'Fallen Monarch'. @Ore, sry, not fighting them :(

Chapter 1: Dream within a dream (alternate title: Fists of Steel (tortodrone), Wings of Fury (Dragolisk))

--Decision made: Shrine of the Endless Night--

"Good idea," Zereille nodded in agreement at unit two's decision, "You are a machine immune to sleep, but don't under-estimate the Slooms though, they may be weak individually, but when they bunch up, they can break steel with their appendages."

"Any suggestion on possible strategies?" said the Fallen King as he requested advice, Zereillle was slightly surprised when a battle tuned machine demanded assistance from a civilian like herself. The female Gremlin ran back to a pile of junk and shuffled out a dusty bag, inside there were solid chunks of rock salt.

"Here is something that will even the odds," said Zereille as she presented a solid chunk of salt to the Fallen King, "These white crystals are rock salt, the slimes hate these. If you can weaponize this cooking ingredient in anyway, the Slooms will be no problem."

"If that is the case, then why did you and the local settlers just grind these salt into dust, spray them at the Slooms before their numbers grown out of control?" unit two conjectured.

"It is not that simple, mighty Ultranaut," Zereille replied, "The Slooms are, like I said before, sleep inducing, they secret a fume of bio toxin that quickly shuts down parts of our brain, we can't approach them without being sent into Coma. Many folks here died while in Sloom inflicted coma, most of them literally died when their brain forgot to breath after been impaired by the fume. As much as I would like to leave them be since it is only a self defence mechanism, they are endangering our livelihood."

"I see..." unit two nodded, taking into account of how deadly the slooms can be, even in self defense, "Worry not, I will take care of them... you have my promise."

"Thank you..."

Unit two followed the co-ordinates indicated on the contract and headed down a flat plane, lower than the sea level of cradle surface. The sky darkened as the Ultranaut stepped onto a pile of turquoise goo. After a quick substance analysis, the goo belonged to a sloom. Unit two knew that he was near the main hive now, preparing for the upcoming onslaught, the Fallen King ground the salt into dust and rubbed it across his metal fists. Over a small rock bridge, Unit two spotted a major concentration of Slooms. Wasting no time Unit two stormed through the bridge, the thundering foot steps of the Ultranaut torn through the quiet nightscape as he charged head on into the jelly hive, two polyps emerged from cover to fire off sharpened spines in an attempt to slow down the Ultranaut, the Fallen King shrugged off the spines and torn the two polyps out of the ground along with their stems. Using the two torn off polyps as morning stars, KV-103 unit two sent sloom guards flying, many smashed into solid concrete wall and were converted into a pulp. The battle went well, KV-103 never knew it was going to be this easy, but things changed for the worse when four lumbers emerged from the corner of his warpath.

"Crush our intruder!" a strange woman ordered the lumbers from a distance, but she was loud enough to be heard by Fallen King's advanced audio sensors. The woman was hidden behind the four lumbers lined up before unit two, and none of them was going to stop him.

KV-103 dropped down the shrunken polyps and revealed his metal fists, taunting the lumbers to attack. One lumber moved in and lunged a full vertical swing. The Fallen King caught the lumber's immense wooden arm with one hand and punched a hole in the lumber's main body with the other, Unit two quickly spotted a vital weakness in the lumber's internal mechanism and ripped out a vital cog, deactivating the lumber instantly, the second lumber charged, unit two threw out the massive cog like a shuriken and it landed dead center into the lumber's head, causing it to swirl out of control like a snarbolax caught rabies. The two remaining lumbers ganged up, smashing unit two into the ground with their combined arms, a small dent was made on the Fallen King's near indestructible tungsten alloy endoskeleton. Rolling away from the second devastating smash, unit two moved swiftly into one of the lumber's flank and torn off its massive arm made from a solid tree log, with it, he hammered both lumbers into submission, the wooden golems crashed into each other and crushed by their own weight. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

"This fight is over..." said the Fallen King as he tossed away the broken tree stump, looking back at the woman who ordered the attack, it was a sloom in the shape of a young woman with a golden tiara, much smaller than the ones sported by a slime tyrant. "Who are you?" KV-103 sneered, obviously disdained by the slime tyrant stereotype.

"I am just about to ask the same question, stranger man of iron," the sloom girl quipped, "I am Nocturine, the princess of the slooms and the hostess of this shrine, state your business here."

"I, KV-103 unit two, the Fallen King is here to remove your highness from here," unit two replied, "Your kind have killed several Gremlin citizens with your sleep inducing fume when you first moved to this area, I would like to ask you to stop the production of the fume before more people gets hurt."

"I see that you aren't the diplomatic kind," Nocturine said, "But my people will not leave until my vision has been fulfilled, the Gremlins shouldn't have came here, their deaths were swift I can ensure you of that."

"And the swiftness of their deaths somehow justifies your action?!" unit two took one thundering step forward, trembling the earth beneath Nocturine, "I don't care what you visions are, people like you are the reason why I was built in the first place... to protect the innocents from the uncaring clockwork..."

"And who protects the innocent from you who protects the innocent?" Nocturine spat.

"Your words are as shallow as your soul..." taking the rhetorical question as an insult, unit two coldly replied. A princess arguing with a king, neither of them was about to back down. Ideal clashed once more, KV-103 could feel that his hydraulic limbs were pumped up, ready to silence the sloom princess at a moments notice.

"Alright fiend," Nocturine frowned and spat, "If you are so eager to justify your petty hatreds, then feel the wrath of the Sloombargo!"

Before unit two could detect raging behemoth crashed through the clay wall beside him, he was flung into the air by a tentacle stronger than anything he perceived that the slooms may threw at him. Landing back inside a massive a crater, the Fallen King recovered only to be lifted into the air once again by a set of tentacles, all belonged to a wrathful sloombargo with Nocturine commanding its action while standing on top of its head.

"TEAR HIM APART!!!" Nocturine commanded her underling.

KV-103 looked down at his waist, slowly but surely the brute strength was tearing him in half, just when things were beginning to turn, the Fallen King dropped a chunk of rock salt into the mouth of the sloombargo. A nearly instantaneous allergic reaction caused the lumbering slime beast to tremble and quiver, feeling the loosened grip on his waist, unit two landed back on the ground and tossed a few more salt shards into mouth of the beast. The reaction between the salt and the slime flesh were so violent that the sloombargo exploded into a cyan mist. Using the mist as a smoke screen, the defeated sloom princess escaped.

The hive quieted down as the mist settled, the silence didn't last long when KV-103 detected a major earthquake beneath his feet, soon enough the source of the quake emerged from the clockwork's crust in the form of a colossal flying sloombargo, just how could something that large capable of flight was beyond the Ultranaut. Princess Nocturine gazed back at Unit two with a scorn while standing atop of the flying sloombargo, "I have to say I enjoyed that battle, man of iron, I may even remember you fondly when cradle burns into ash!"

"Save your tongue princess..." unit two refused to yield with his enemy escaping, he grabbed onto one of the sloombargo's tendrils and climbed to the lower abdomen of the flying beast, once there, the Fallen King threw the bag containing the rock salts right into a gaping hole on the monster's belly. The flying sloombargo uttered an ear shattering moan before falling into its doom, the gooey corpse of the sloombargo cushioned Fallen King's free landing and he felt that the mission was complete. Nocturine could be seen in the distance, staring helplessly as her most prized creation was destroyed in a blink of an eye.

"YOU BLIND, MURDEROUS, FOOL!!!" the sloom princess shouted at the Fallen King, with nothing left of her once glorious heirloom, she threw her self at the Ultranaut. Taking a side step just as Nocturine was about to land a punch on him, the Fallen King's metal fist punched through the gooey exterior of the sloom princess's stomach, his hand clutched onto her royal core, the life force of every slime nobility.

"I will make your death swift, princess," the Fallen King whispered into Nocturine's ear as she trembled in the fear of death, "Just like you did to so many others..."

Ripping out the royal core, Nocturine collapsed as a lifeless pile of cyan goo. Putting the royal core on his left arm it regenerated to form an unique shield.

WEAPON ACQUIRED: Sloom Gel Shield
Created from remains of Nocturine, the sloom Princess and the leader of the slooms on the shrine of the Endless Night. Her royal core is still feeble comparing to the likes of Ice Queen and the Royal Jelly, her dream was to lead her people into the oceans of stars via the massive bio engineered space craft, away from an unknown threat that lurked inside the clockwork. Her ambition was to cut short by the Fallen Monarch. Each shield bash from the Sloom Gel Shield generates sleep inducing fume, severely impairing any biological opponents who dare stand in the way of KV-103 unit 2.

[More writings tomorrow.]

Tue, 05/26/2015 - 02:49

Spirals-Ore

Good story. Keep it up.

Aaaawww and I always want to see a gigantic boxer robot with iron man's glove.

Wed, 05/27/2015 - 11:53

Xteri

YAY, the DJ is at it again....

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Sat, 05/30/2015 - 05:08

Midnight-Dj

Story progression?

Chapter 2: Hearts of Iron

Location: Onix and Zereille's family junk yard, cradle surface

Covered by a veil of cyan goo, the Fallen King returned to the junkyard with a token: The broken tiara of princess Nocturine. Zereille was the first to greet the brazen Ultranaut, Onix soon followed with a burning blowtorch in his hand. Unit two passed the tiara to Zereille, who immediately identified it as the Sloom princess's heirloom.

"You killed her didn't you?" Zereille sighed and gazed back at the Ultranaut with a mixture of both relief and disappointment, "She was the last of the sloom's dwindling royalties, without her, their race would soon decline and extinct."

"The world is better off without kings and queens..." unit two sternly replied, never once realizing the irony that his code name too contained the word 'King'.

"I have to agree with the Ultranaut on this one," Onix interjected, "People like Tinkinzar think too highly of themselves, 'protecting our freedom'? What a load of snarble droppings, they have long since grown too fat by the hypocrisies that feeds them to care about the common folks! Anyway, I think we are all sick of these talks, come on big metal man, I got some armor ready for you."

"You boys have fun..." said Zereille as she wrapped the fallen Princess's tiara in some rags, "I will hand this to the contractor, hopefully we will get the full reward." She walked out of the junk yard with a sigh, knowing that her ideal was worlds apart from her half brother and the Fallen King.

Walking into the junk yard, Onix led unit two to the interior of a large wooden barn filled with welding tools and scrap metals. Despite the cowardice he shown previously, Onix was somewhat of a self taught armorer, he pointed Fallen King to the set of plate mail in the center stage of the barn. It was hastily welded together while KV-103 unit 2 was out fighting the Slooms.

"It is not much," said Onix as he scratched his head, "this is all the scrap metals as we could spare, I managed to find an scientific article online talking about the Ultra Heavy Machinauts and I used it to map out all the areas on your body that needs to be protected." while unit two was getting interfaced with his new armor, "Say, from the records, it says that there are only two KV-103 units that were ever built, so, how was your brother?"

"I wish not to talk about it..." Unit two was irritated by Onix's comment.

"How so?"

"I said I don't want to talk abut it..." Unit two insisted, he did not want to reveal the bad blood between the two of them, the Fallen King remembered the talks he had with his older brother, KV-103 unit one who was looked upon by the entire torch bellow clan as a spiritual liege while he was shelved away, left to his shame. The Fallen King was jealous of the Steel Justicar, and now he had to live with the fact that he may never have another duel with his brother knowing that KV-103 unit one would have never abandoned the sacred torch bellow sub colony without a fight.

As KV-103's last joint interfaced with the armor, Onix grinned as he leaned his self onto the Fallen King's shoulder, "I bet it is refreshing to have armors on those endoskeleton of yours, it is like finally having some clothe on after running naked all day."

The Fallen King did not reply but instead glared at Onix to tell him to back off.

"Ok, big metal man," Onix stepped away, "If you want some personal space, that is fine, hey, what is your next plan? Do you want to stay with us? We could do with a power crane on two legs!"

"No... I am planning on take down as many Dracolisks as I can before my body expire," said KV-103 as he clenched his metal fist, harnessing his inner rage, "I will have my vengeance..."

"Look, if it is vengeance you are looking for, then I am afraid I have to rain your parade." Onix shuffled out of a small lap top computer and showed the Fallen King a digital map of cradle, "Clockwork was made from layers of metal crusts by a force beyond our greatest imagination, each supporting its own unique ecosystems while jigsawing and sandwiching with each another, and every few centuries or so, the crusts switch places and geometry. Right now, the Dracolisk habitat is on the far side of cradle, not even the most far cry clockwork elevators can take you there."

"It seemed the Machine God isn't with me this day..." KV-103 concluded, "I guess I should return to the stasis lab and wait until their world return to our reach..."

"Don't be down, big metal man, here is a good news," Onix said and typed a list of pictures, "Obsidithax, the scaly bastard that blew up your home, well, Despite his death, three of his lieutenants remained."

"Lieutenants?"

"Yeah. Did you honestly thought that Obsidithax could pull off the bombing of an entire sub colony on his own?" Onix typed some more before presenting a wanted list to the Fallen King, "Have a look," said Onix, "They are still snooping around after Obsidithax is killed, maybe you can pick them off, that should get your angers out."

--Decision Time--

Objective: track down one of Obisidithax remaining lieutenants (the two that were picked will appear at a later time, sorry about the bad naming.)

Ooryx the Uberlisk
Strong and dynamic, Ooryx is a brutal sun Dracolisk whose frontal claws are evolved into two massive chitinous scythes that claimed thousands of Gremlins' soul during the initial breach of the Torch bellow sub-colony's defensive wall. His chitinous plating are hardened to such an extend after fighting countless wars alongside Obsidithax that he is virtually immune to small caliber ranged fire power.
Bonus story: the last stand

Hydrius Blizzard Blast
Vengeful and unrelenting, Hyrius was one of Obsidithax's most trusted advisers and the prime architect of the attack on Torch bellow sub colony. Being a Tundran Dracolisk, Hyrius spent decades to perfect the control over her ice spewing power, rumors has it that she disabled many of the functional turrets that surviving Machinauts managed to restore after the surprise bombing, vanquishing all hope of a counter attack.
Bonus story: night of the star gazer

Constro the Lurker
Stealthy and unpredictable, Constro is a powerful Volcanic Dracolisk that used his fiery breath to carve tunnels in solid earth and emerge from his enemies' flank. He preferred covert warfare as supposed to head on engagements, he was responsible for the destruction of many Torch bellow strategic assets before the bombing and the weakening of the defensive wall, the gremlins were awfully unprepared for the assault.
Bonus story: legacy of the swarm

Sat, 05/30/2015 - 06:16

Snakey-One

OHH!!

HYDRIUS!

Tue, 06/02/2015 - 22:03

Xteri

I must agree with the almighty Snacky-one

Hydius is my choice.

Wed, 06/03/2015 - 15:43

#10

Midnight-Dj

Short story time

Thanks for the vote, for now I will get through the bonus story that I promised to make, enjoy this little side story will I weave the plot line.

Bonus Story: Night of the Star Gazers

Location: somewhere on cradle's surface, 20,000 years ago.

A few, stout and feral Gremlins emerged from their borrows to see the night fire in the distance that was once the ivory firestorm citadel, her citizens screamed and burned as the ravenous undead spawned from the citadel's deepest sanctum. What followed was a relentless firestorm that burned down everything the Almirian took pride upon, their unwavering uphold of traditions, their mighty marble barracks filled with disciplined soldiers, all of it, reduced to ash by the pact struck by their vainglorious king, lord Vanaduke.

The feral Gremlins were naked, barely mastered fire and other simple stone tools, but among these savages, one tall figure stood out and he was the Gremlins' chieftain, Tinkinzar the wise, without any form of written Language, the Gremlin chief rallied his tribesmen with a few simple hand gestures and grunts, the barbarians followed his will strictly. So strictly that sometimes the chief wondered if these feral Gremlins truly saw the light in his ways or were there something else that influenced their actions.

In either case, Tinkinzar was determined to shepherd his people to the outer bound of the burning citadel to salvage what was left of the Almirian civilization. Some of Firestorm citadel's former residents who survived were quickly hunted down by the feral gremlins, to them, the hunt was more like a sport. Tinkinzar paid these acts of savageries no mind as it was revenge against the Almirians for treating them the way they did, many times had Almirian hunters raided their tribal home in order to secure 'living space' for Lord Vanaduke's loyal subjects, now the table has turned, the hunters became the hunted.

After days of hunting down the last of the straggling Almirians, the feral Gremlins congregated around a camp fire and celebrated at the sight of burning Almirians on makeshift crucifixes. Afterward they feasted on their charred carcasses, Tinkinzar looked away at the mindlessness of his kin and arrived at a lone hilly dune where he had a moment alone to gaze into the night sky, thousands of stars, each and single one of them may host inhabitants just like him, wondering if there was a place in this cold universe that they could call paradise.

Tinkinzar's hope was quickly answered in the form of a shadowy man materialized behind him, a cold, grey metal figure appeared, as he took a step closer to the Gremlin chief, the grass around his feet shriveled and died. Tinkinzar sensed hostility in the air but he knew from the bottom of his heart that the strange man clad in iron was no Almirian.

"Rise..." the man whispered, his breath vented out from his rusted helmet and condensed in the air around him even though it was a summery night, his presence obviously startled the Gremlin chief, he tried to flee, but Tinkinzar soon found him self on the ground, tripped over by a strange rock that he swore that it wasn't there a moment ago.

The man closed in to the the Gremlin chief, Tinkinzar cried out for help but only this time, none of his kin heeded to his call, and this was when he started to panic. The man in iron suit drew a massive golden buster sword and planted it solid to the ground before reaching out to Tinkinzar with his left hand, his right hand was infested with a gooey black substance and it was in the Gremlin chief's best intention not to touch it. As his furry hand held to the un-corrupted left hand of the mystery man, Tinkinzar felt his brain throbbed in pain as electrical pulses surged from his contact with the mystery man, in but a fraction of a second, the man in metal suit passed on eons of wisdom into Tinkinzar's primitive brain, thousands of civilizations that had risen and fallen before his tribe, their people, their culture, their fear, pain, fury and sorrow. So much wisdom was gained from that that Tinkinzar began to talk.

"I am Tinkinzar..." the gremlin chief spoke for the first time, crisp and clean without the feral grunts and moans, "And who... are you?"

"I am a man just like you..." the mystery man gestured, "Long have I strode in the twilight, watching your people grow from a mere seed to what it is now... like many seeds before you, I watched as they grow and I watched as they die... hundreds of kingdom was erected on the very earth you stood on, they have now long since passed away but their knowledge and experience are archived with me. You Tinkinzar, the strongest of the Gremlin kind, I now ask you of one thing and one thing only..."

"what... what is it?" the gremlin chief said with great difficulty, this is after all, the first time he spoke anything.

"To become the guardian of your race, the architect of your own kingdom, make this planet yours, rule it fair and true..." said the mystery man, "Learn from the mistakes of your predecessors and may your people conquer the star in your name... you are now emperor Tinkinzar... let none stand in your way..."

Tinkinzar never knew the name of the man in the iron suit, perhaps it didn't matter as he lifted the gremlin chief into the air with a beam of warm white light, his primitive clothes made from wolver pelts were evaporated and in its place a set of golden robe made from silks of adamantium, he was given a crown and a powerful staff that will soon channel the power Tinkinzar was about to receive from his mysterious benefactor.

Godhood.

Wed, 06/03/2015 - 16:29

#11

Xteri

Cool story Hansel...

This is blank, for I have nothing to put here.

Fri, 06/05/2015 - 05:56

#12

Spirals-Ore

Bonus!

Bumpity bumb. Great atory as always, sry i didn't read the previous chapter, read it alerdy now thought.

Fri, 06/12/2015 - 07:22

#13

Midnight-Dj

Did you like Bismarck? Then you are going to love this!

Slang etiquette with MDJ:

Snarble dropping Snarbolax is one of cradle's most apex four legged predators, due to its carnivorous eating habit, Snarbolax excrement stinks a lot thanks to its high protein diet. Snarble dropping was a term usually used to describe something that smells really bad or when you need a euphemism for the word 'S**t'.

Ultranaut Ultranaut was often a shortened name for Ultra heavy machincaut class of the machinauts made by the torchbellow clan. This classification was used to describe any machinaut exceeding the weight of five metric tones, although there have been exceptions to this rule such as ZX-752 'M.A.C.E.' who was 4.85 tones but was classified as an Ultra heavy machinaut anyway. Many Torchbellow engineers worked on creating lighter machinauts took this nickname as an offense since 'Ultra-naut' could be literally translated into 'Superior- (machin) naut' and much debates had gone down regarding if the bigger is always the better?

Chapter 3: the memoir of a warrior

(alternate title: the strength of life (Ooryx), the folly of their ways (Constro))

--Decision made: Hyrius Blizzard Blast--

"Hyrius?" Onix chuckled lightly at the Fallen King when he made the decision, "You have a problem with women don't you? First sloom princess Nocturine, and now Hyrius? One of Obsidithax's she-devil second in command?"

"Hyrius may be female, but she is a Dracolisk in the end, monsters one and all..." KV-103 said stoically as he moved out from the junkyard as soon as he arrived, all he took was the armor forged by Onix as a payment for the clearing the shrine of the Endless night. But before he left, Onix hurried to the heels of the fallen monarch with a radio headset in his hand.

"Hey, big metal man," said Onix as he panted for breath, the Ultranaut moved faster than he expected, "I know you are not the team player kind, but I can relay you some tactical information if you wish through this head set, if you get stuck or lost a limb during battle, you can send a distress signal and I will come and fix you up, just don't go too far deep into the clockwork, those dark stuff that lurked in the deep scared the Snarble dropping out of me that one time!"

"Dark stuff? You mean the swarm?"

"Yeah..." Onix nodded, "some folks in the great colony went mad after the incident 16 years ago when the renegade machinaut by the name of ZX-125 tried to beacon the swarm out from the core and swallow Tinkinzar's shiny palace. She was cut down in the end by loyalist machinaut and our colony troops, but even in its leaderless state, the swarm is still formidable and have driven many over the edge with its whispers, that is also one of the few reasons why me and Zereille decided to move to the surface."

"A smart choice, but running away from the swarm will only encourage its growth," said the Fallen King, "I will now go and see if I can find Hyrius. Once I am done with her, I will go down to the core terminal and fight the enemies of cradle for all eternity."

"You are the morbid one, King..." Onix commented knowing that KV-103 may just smash him into a pulp, he was too curious to not ask questions when an ancient self aware machine showed up at his doorstep.

"I am an Ultranaut, a weapon of the torchbellow clan, and now my clan is gone..." said KV-103, he held back his repressed anger and calmly explained his mentality as a powerful sentient machine, "I will never retire like a Gremlin soldier once he reached a certain age, I was built to fight the enemies of cradle until my last drop of reactor fuel runs out, or when my AI core is crushed. I am the Fallen King, where I go, there is only war..."

"What about a peaceful life?"

"You can dream about a peaceful life all you want, Onix, I will kill enough for us both."

On his way to the clockwork below, the Fallen King saw Zereille in the distance with an entire sack of rewards from the troubling folks harassed by the Slooms. Without noticing her, Unit two simply walked pass Zereille and continued to head for a lone elevator, drifting peacefully on a small sky island connected by a bridge to the main land. Stepping onto the elevator, the Fallen King nearly exceeded the weight limit just on his own. Without taking any travelling supplies, unit two descended to the clockwork below, with his last glimpse of the sun bathed cradle surface, he saw Zereille taking one last look at him before the elevator submerged into the darkness below. They were so close yet so far away, organic and machine.

"Where is he going?" Zereille asked herself as she sighed, knowing she may never see another machinaut again.

Cradle's inner suns were not always real, in fact, most of the time the bright blue sky was painted on, but just who was the painter was unknown to anyone but Emperor Tinkinzar and those in his inner circles. The artificial sun resembled natural light well enough but Unit two could distinguish the difference down to the nano meters of wavelength. Unit two was not solar powered, but the sun brings comfort to his machine spirit like it did to the livings. Before the elevator touched ground, unit two gazed into the clockwork depth below, exposed by a fissure between two massive rotating gears, there was nothing, only grim darkness and pulsating shadow. With his metal fist clenched, KV-103 stepped out into the clockwork's wilderness. The Fallen King then connected his hearing module to the head set gifted to him by Onix, it was treated as a last resort.

For hours did the Fallen King ventured in an evergreen forest, covered in the remnants of frost ridden battlefields and broken tree branches, but no signs of Hyrius Blizzard Blast, it was then when he stepped into an open mud field filled with deceased dragolisks, some of the corpses were so mutilated that the Fallen King couldn't distinguish them as anything other than a pile of rotten meat.

KV-103 looked down and inspected the rotten flesh, there were some deep cuts on the corpses and on the edge of the wounds there were a faint coat of frost. Suddenly, unit two noticed his shadow was overlapped by something in the sky, it was not a piece of cloud, instead it was Hyrius, grinning at the sight of the lone Ultranaut.

"Look what do we have here?" said Hyrius as she licked her razor sharp teeth with her long purple tongue, "A man of iron... all alone, come here to seek his doom like a good little prey."

"You are the one to talk, murderess," KV-103 stood up and raised his Sloom gel shield in respond to the flying threat, "The last time I heard, your leader is dead, and here you are, running errant, killing minor beasts, what is the point to that?"

"Your ignorance is astonishing, machinaut!" Hyrius bellowed arrogantly, "The great hunt has begun and it is up to to all of us to fight for the title of the beast lord! You are a machine devoid of flesh! You are weak and rigid, unable to change, unable to adapt! You will rust here!"

"Great hunt?" KV-103's question went unanswered as Hyrius made a dive on the Ultranaut, she opened her jaw and unleashed a wave of frost at the Ultranaut. The Sloom Gel didn't last long before the goo were frozen solid crumbled into a pile of ice blocks, the Ultranaut tried to track down the flying dracolisk in the air but he had no ranged weapons to bring her down. Unit two soon realized that he was at the mercy of the tundra dracolisk, many times did his leg got bogged down by a blast of frost and the ice projectiles slammed into his armor like solid concrete blocks. Getting desperate, KV-103 called Onix for assistance.

"I found Hyrius Blizzard Blast!" unit two called, "But she is flying! I can't bring her down!"

Onix nearly spilled his hot tea and soaked his track pants when the Ultranaut plead for his help from the other side of the speaker, "Hey, big metal man, good job on finding Hyrius! She may be flying, but a downed dracolisk is a dead dracolisk, you are currently in an ever green forest, you should be able to find rocks and sticks to throw at her!"

"I don't think those things would help," KV-103 responded as he dodged another ice bolt, "It may only make her madder!"

"She got to have a rest once in a while!" Onix advised, "She is going to run out of stamina eventually! Wait her out!"

KV-103 didn't see any other alternative, his neuron nano machines came to an agreement to cease any attempt of counter attack while Hyrius was in flight. After a minute of continuous pursuit, Hyrius was no longer on Unit two's trail, it was then did the Ultranaut realized that the Dracolisk pursued him no longer. With some back tracking, Unit two was able find Hyrius panting on top of a boulder, it was a perfect moment to strike. The Ultranaut furiously lashed out from the woods and shocked the resting Dracolisk, instinctively Hyrius flapped her wings in an attempt to escape, as her feet left the ground, KV-103 jumped onto the boulder and leaped into the air, his immense weight generated a powerful momentum as he delivered the sloom gel shield's rim into Hyrius's chin. It was a knockout blow, the dracolisk fell to the ground and went unconscious.

"The Dracolisk is down..." KV-103 reported to Onix as a display of his peerless combat acumen, "These frail beasts offer little challenge..."

"Ugh, big metal man..." Onix responded, "congrats on taking down Hyrius but I am picking up a large energy signature coming your way! It is not a machinaut and it is bigger than any robots I knew!"

Before the Ultranaut could react, a massive power claw grabbed his waist from behind and then squeezed down on it. The Fallen King felt that he was slowly loosing touch with his legs, turning around he saw his assailant, it was a colossal tortodrone, three times the size of a normal one. This mad tortodrone then proceeded to flung the Ultranaut up and down like a rag doll before clamping his body in half.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" the Fallen King screamed in monotone as nuts and bolts flied out from his waist joints. The powerful metal claw of the tortodrone twisted crushed the Fallen King's tungsten endoskeleton, Unit two fell to the ground with his legs severed, barely clinging on by crawling away. Images flashed by inside of the Fallen King's AI, despite his best precautions, termination now seemed inevitable, unit two looked in futility as the Tortodrone approached him with one of the power claws raised.

The Ultranaut was prepared to die as he commended his machine spirit to the machine god, but his date with destiny was for naught when a high explosive shell ruptured inside of the Tortodrone's bio-metal skin, after two additional shells and two massive holes on its chest, the rampaging tortodrone fled in terror in fear of receiving more damage. The one who intervened at the last second was a fellow machinaut stood in the distance, someone whom KV-103 never thought would came to his rescue.

With smokes still coming out from his mighty canon barrels and three shell casings near his large, round metal feet, it was the legend himself, UTS-00001, 'Yamato', the mightiest of all UTS machinauts.

"Well met young warrior," greeted Yamato, "Let's bring you home..."

Fri, 06/12/2015 - 07:43

#14

Tqlxquanz

huh? wut?

This is interesting.

Thu, 06/18/2015 - 16:14

#15

Midnight-Dj

3MichealBay5Thinslayer

@Tqlxquanz are you confused? If so post your querries and I will try my best to answer them.

Chapter 4: the dreams that disappeared

Location: ???, Clockwork core

WARNING

SYSTEM DAMAGE CRITICAL: LOWER TORSO MISSING

Rebooting in 3...2...1...

ANOMALY DETECTED: LOCAL ENERGY SURGE

WARNING: CRITICAL ERROR

RESOLVING: 1%

20%

69%

96%

SYSTEM RESTORED: REACTIVATING Now [ ] Later [X]

Visual module opened wide and KV-103 found himself restored from his crippled state, he had no recollection of him ever been salvaged or reconstructed. There were no signs of his rescuer, Hyrius nor the rampaging tortodrone that attacked him from behind. All that the Fallen King could see was an endless twilight illuminated a grassy surroundings, following the highest concentration of the light source, KV-103 found a clearing where the pale white sky lightened with intense, positive energy, what stood in the center of all the light was a strange tree, with pale branches and barks made of what seemed to be ceramic, the tree had strange leaves that were constructed like circuit boards and below the tree, there was a large man in metal suit, sitting stoically with a massive golden sword leaned against his left shoulder. The man soon took notice of the Fallen King and stood up, he didn't immediately grab his sword but instead sheathed it onto his back.

"..." unit two cannot comprehend the things that took place, how he was magically repaired and how he was transported to this place, "am I in heaven?" KV-103 asked himself, but somehow, his inner voice was intercepted by the man in metal suit.

"This is no heaven..." the man spoke with a pressingly low tone.

"Then where am I? And who are you?" said KV-103, "Something tells me you get those questions a lot... but regardless, I, KV-103 unit 2 the 'Fallen King', demands answers."

"Straight to the point... I see why I have awakened you instead of those... other machinauts..." the man in metal suit nodded under his stony helmet.

"Are you the one who awoken me from my stasis?"

"Yes... I am Lord Inceptron, the will of cradle..." the man spoke, "You are currently outside the known plane of existence. I named this place the 'outer heaven'... this plane resides away from the struggle of our galaxy... I don't remember if this is my work but I know this... only I and the greatest warriors of the universe are invited here, many of them came here after being severely wounded in combat... it seems you are also drawn to this place..."

"You don't remember whether or not you made this place?" KV-103 was not satisfied with the answer he was given, too much of lord Inceptron's words were cryptic and elusive for the Fallen King to trust him, "How can you forget such a thing as creating a plane outside of the universe?"

"I have existed for eons... much knowledge was forgotten... I apologize if I cannot allude any more information on this place." Lord Inceptron then pointed KV-103 to the strange, yet majestic tree, "This tree harvests the emotions, knowledge and the memories of our world, by sitting beneath it... I could hear the dreams and hopes of a thousand souls... each one of them, gazed into the night sky, wondering if there is a place where they can call haven... are you too searching for a haven, KV-103 unit 2?"

"I am a weapon of the Torchbellow clan," said KV-103 solemnly, "I exist to destroy the enemies of our sub colony."

"How simple minded of you... Fallen King..." Inceptron replied to unit two's rigid statement, "Great things are taking place on cradle, the beast lord is dead... but it is only a matter of time before a new one is elected... the remnants of Obisidithax's forces are regrouping for the great hunt..."

"Great hunt?" KV-103 remembered that term when he talked to Hyrius, "One of the Dracolisks mentioned that, what is the Great hunt?"

"Great hunt is a natural phenomenon that happens every 10 000 years on cradle..." Inceptron explained, "beasts across the clockworks, big and small, slow and fast, young and ancient, will all compete for the throne the great beast lord...

"Beast lord or not, Obsidithanx's kin will know my wrath." said KV-103, "I sear it."

"Then we will meet at another time, here, in the outer heaven..."

The light rustled around KV-103 before they overloaded his visual module, so bright that his AI core was forced to turn off before they were converted into a molten slag, his last vision was the sight of lord Inceptron waving goodbye, with his left palm raised gently into the air. He then sat back beneath the strange tree and resumed his resting position...

..................................................................................................................

SYSTEM STANDBY

1 UPDATE: Read [X] ignore [ ]

LOADING...

I dreamed,
Within my dream I saw a babe set upon by wolves,
The wolves are not only after its tender flesh, but also,
Its cradle.
Defend it, protect it, lest the last hope for this world vanish.

UPDATE ----- ERROR: LOWER TORSO MISSING

Shut down [ ] Standby [ ] Reactivate anyway [X]

The strange man and the twilight plane vanished as KV-103 reactivated, his encounter with the man in metal suit was almost like a dream that never truly happened, but regardless it felt real. While he was on standby mode, the Ultranaut heard strange whispers, the same whispers that emitted from the strange white tree in his dream, some were hateful while others filled with love. Gotten a grip of reality, Unit two scanned his surroundings and found himself placed on the top of an altar in the midst of the devastated Torchbellow sub colony. The altar was once a part of the shrine of the machine god now blown to rubble by Obsidithax's savage attack, fourteen years have passed and the ruins was devoid of life.

"You are awake..." a large machinaut stepped through the charred archway that was once the shrine's main entrance, "I am Yamato of the Dreadnought UTS series, you must be KV-103 unit two if the markings on your body are not counterfeited."

"That is indeed me..." KV-103 tried to sit up only to realize that his lower legs were still gone, further suggesting that his encounter with Lord Inceptron was nothing but a dream considering that he was unscratched a while ago, "Are you the only one still alive?"

Yamato sulked and sat down on a set of metal bench before explaining the situation, "A few machinauts survived the attack, we fought valiantly, but for every one of those dracolisks, we lost two scores of our own" said Yamato, "Most of our brethren left the ruined city after demoralized by their defeat, many went to other sub colony to sell their skills, I and a few others still remain here, hoping that we may one day return to glory."

"Are the torchbellow wiped out?"

"No, not entirely," the dreadnought UTS continued, "But they are not the proud people that we once served anymore... they are now broken, shattered and vulnerable. I managed to use your headset to call in two gremlins called Onix and Zereille here to fix you, they will arrive shortly, or, at least that is what they promised. You and I were build with ancient technology, I doubt it is going to be an affair of a few nuts and bolts."

[more writings later]

Sat, 06/20/2015 - 17:30

#16

Xteri

Yay!

More food!... I mean writing.

Sun, 06/21/2015 - 19:04

#17

Midnight-Dj

mur wruten!!!

The dead ruins of the once glorious torchbellow city was blanketed by the night sky, loose bricks and crumbled walls illuminated by the moon light, reminding the two machinauts of what could have been a technologically advanced utopia. KV-103 and Yamato had no need for fire as they were both equipped with night vision. To make things convenient for Onix and Zereille, Yamato stood up and unsheathed his Katana, cutting down a broken wooden land post and chopped it into fire wood. Unlike his successors, Yamato was a skilled close quarter combatant as well as an expert marksman. Picking up a rock, the ancient UTS stroke it against his metal chest, the spark lit up the tinder and started a camp fire.

The two Gremlins from the surface arrived at the scene with an arsenal of blow torch and other wielding tools, Zereille came to greet UTS-00001 Yamato while Onix inspected KV-103's destroyed lower half. Onix shook his head as he rubbed the sweat away from his brow and turned to Fallen King.

"Good news and bad news, big metal man," Onix muttered, "Bad news, it seems you sustained a lot of damage on your waist region and connect you back is going to take more than just some super glues."

"I think I already know that," KV-103 unit two replied, "I am warrior, not fool. Now, tell me the good news."

"Oh well," Onix stretched and giggled, "The good news is, I know a place where we can fix you."

"A place?" the Fallen King conjectured, "A place? Not a person?"

"I think the Gremlin is referring to an automated foundry," said UTS-00001 upon hearing over the conversation, "The torchbellow clan had built many of them around the clockwork during the golden age of technology, but after the great war for unification, most of them were destroyed during the war or lost and become derelict in the wilderness."

"An automated foundry?" Zereille entered the conversation upon hearing the strange term, "As in, a fully self sustained workshop?"

"Yes, the true masterwork of the machine god," said Yamato, "But finding one would not be simple matter, in fact, even I couldn't remember the exact location of one of these foundries. And on top of that, I refuse to share those information with anyone but my fellow machinauts."

"And why is that?" Zereille frowned as she stared into the dreadnought UTS.

"A secret shared is a secret lost," Yamato concluded, "the Gremlins have failed in their exploitation of ancient technology too many times for me to entrust the location of the foundries to anyone. Fallen King, standby your brother and deny these Gremlins, we are better off without them."

Onix stood aside and sighed at the staunchness of the UTS machinaut, "Why can't we all just get along?"

--Decision Time--

Objective: Yamato refuses to work with Onix and Zereille, with KV-103 crippled, Obsidithax's remnant loyalists will be allowed to roam free in the clockwork, this cannot, this will not stand.

UTS-00001 'Yamato'
Yamato is the first dreadnought pattern UTS machinaut to ever be built by the torchbellow clan, packed with three turrets of triple 18.1 inch guns, he is a significant upgrade from his successor, UTS-00003 'Bismarck', whose firepower pales in comparison. Yamato considers himself a Samurai and carries a powerful high frequency blade for close quarter combat on favored occasion, after the bombing of the sub colony, Yamato roamed the ruin as a Ronin, a Samurai without a master. He is confirmed to be the last dreadnought pattern UTS still operational. By siding with Yamato, Zereille and Onix would be requested to leave.

Zereille and Onix
The brother and sister owned the junkyard on the surface of cradle, where wind blow and leaves fall, but all of this changed upon the encounter with KV-103. The world is now opened up, with ancient knowledge yet to be discovered and lost secrets that are yet to be found, nothing is going to stop these two inquisitive fellow, well, except for KV-103 and UTS-00001. By siding with Zereille and Onix, Yamato will see this as an act of betrayal and leaves KV-103, he will later return as an enemy.

Sun, 06/21/2015 - 21:29

#18

Xteri

mur rutin!

My choice is: UTS-00001 'Yamato'

Mon, 06/22/2015 - 00:51

#19

Matikclocker

UTS-00001 Yamato is my

UTS-00001 Yamato is my choice.
Oh, and when will be time when my Machinaut will appear? (If not planned ignore this)

Mon, 06/22/2015 - 01:33

#20

Midnight-Dj

@Mati-clocker

That all depends, do keep in mind that Machinauts: Steel Vengeance Chronicle is taking place roughly 200 years before our RP game, this story takes place in the aftermath of the bombing of the once glorious torchbellow city (you can read this lore on the first place of the machinaut RP game). So KV-103 and Yamato are pretty much ancient compared to the new machinauts, depending on whether or not your machinaut was built 200 years ago prior to the RP game is entirely up to you, but if you are a new one, then it is unlikely that I can fit you into the story.

However, the good news is, the plot for this story is not down and solid just yet, I will see where I can fit you in if you are willing, but not promises.

Mon, 06/22/2015 - 01:44

#21

Matikclocker

Well... I don't know when

Well... I don't know when Morai Wars started, but I know the first prototype of Clocker was constructed during Morai Wars. Might be in the time Steel Vengeance Chronicle takes place. There could be 8 prototypes of Clocker, with second one being launched into space and landing directly on Cradle. You decide, I am somewhat new, but 8 prototypes is a lot of attempts to make a perfect bot.

Mon, 06/22/2015 - 06:37

#22

Spirals-Ore

Noooo

Urrrgghh.. I don't want anyone to die, but I can't betray those gremlins on a whim. This is destroying my brain. Midnight are you the one who made the tellatale series or something? cause this decision is getting much more harder by the minutes.

Chose : UTS-00001, but please send those gremlins in a polite way.

Mon, 06/29/2015 - 04:06

#23

Midnight-Dj

@Spiral's Ore

Trust me, I wasn't kidding when I said I write stories with grey morality, KV-103 unit one was always a bit of a Mary Sue with too much plot armor from the first fanon (but then to be fair, his plot armor was still not as thick as some of Thinslayer's characters.), so here I gave Fallen King some more reasonable flaws (such as getting pwned by a tortodrone, the only thing unit one lost was like an arm, so bad writing on my part.)

My helm is my crown,

My sword is my scepter,

The smoldering battlefield is my kingdom,

The corpses of my enemies are my loyal subjects,

Bloodshed is my reign, death is my queen,

I am the Fallen King, you have no hope of besting me, for one cannot strike down what was already fallen. ~ Creed of the Fallen King

Chapter 5: stand with your brothers ( alternate title: cradle undivided )

-- Decision made: Side with UTS-00001 'Yamato' --

"Sorry Zereille and Onix," KV-103 declined the Gremlin's help, "Clockwork is too dangerous of a place for you to stay now, return to the surface until the great hunt has subsided."

"Great hunt?" Zereille snickered, "Come on, King, it is just some unrest critters, nothing me and Onix can't handle," she said as she bumped Onix in the shoulder, "Right?"

"Yeah!" Onix hesitantly replied.

Unit two sighed and pointed back at his lower torso, destroyed by the tortodrone, "Make no mistake Zereille," said KV-103, "I am a warrior, I have fought those beasts and they are not to be trifled with, if they can do this to me..."

After a long consideration, Zereille sighed and submitted to KV-103's superior wisdom, "I see," Zereille nodded as she packed up the repair equipment, "But King, are you sure you should put your hope on an automated foundry that may or may not exist?'

"Then it is time we separate the facts from fiction..." Yamato interrupted, hinting the Gremlins to leave, Onix picked up the gesture and tugged Zereille's back. The Gremlins sighed when they realized that the war of machinauts was beyond their jurisdiction, after seeing Zereille and Onix left the shrine's ruin, Yamato relieved and relaxed his hand on the hilt of his high frequency blade.

"Finally," Yamato muttered, "The Gremlins are out of the way, don't feel bad unit two... they will only drag us down when the time comes to strike at the heart of Obsidithax's loyalist remnant."

"You have being waiting for me," asked KV-103, "You waited in these ruins for twelve years only to rescue me in the time of need, but why?"

"I will now speak the truth that may damn me..." Yamato replied, "Your brother, KV-103 unit one, or Steel Justicar told me to fall back and stay behind when the auto wall finally held back the Dracolisk's advance. Your brother died defending the wall, but he brought the torchbellow engineers the time they needed to power up the defensive wall, I was there with him, here," the dreadnought UTS revealed a audio recorder from his compartment, "This is your brother's final message to you..."

"Play it..."

This is most likely my final recording before the vanguard of Obsidithax's forces reached the auto wall... I have ordered most fledgling machinauts to fall back to the other side of the wall, here is where I will hold back the tide. Brother, despite our squabble and our differences, I want you to know this, after I subdued you back in the supreme arsenal I fought a horror unlike no other... Lord Inceptron as they called it...

"Lord Inceptron?" UTS-00001 titled his head in disbelief, "Can it really be?"

"Damnation..." KV-103 unit two nodded at Yamato, "I encountered him once... in my dream, this can't bold well... continue playing the message."

... I never fought him in person, but I can ensure you that he may well be the most powerful thing on cradle judging by his ability of corrupting our fellow mahcinaut with despair and spreading the swarm beyond the core terminal. Lord Inceptron is not a benevolent god by any stretch of the imagination, from the limited knowledge I gathered from emperor Tinkinzar upon my encounter with him, I conclude that Inceptron's only goal for cradle is to create the ultimate civilization...

"Ultimate civilization?"

"Strong preys upon the weak," Yamato conjectured, "And the strongest preys upon all... a total galactic domination..."

I am running out of time... the Dracolisks are almost here... Brother, no matter what happens in the end, I will always love you. Cradle is a place of dark secrets, many will damn you and many more will destroy you, but remember this... we are the guardians of the Gremlin race and the lives of clockwork at large, there is a reason why our father built us the way he did... I think I understand now, to be able to cherish lives we must first experience it for ourselves, and then, we would have the courage to protect others...

The recording came to an end, the Fallen King felt a sense of somber, a trail of thought leading to his last confrontation with his brother. It was then when the Fallen King admitted to the fact that he will never be as good as his brother unit one, but regardless, unit two will achieve greater deeds, even if it was in another way. Looking out into the night sky, the Fallen King frowned to the knowledge that Hyrius and many Dracolisk were still loyal to Obsidithax, with the great hunt on the horizon, he must be repaired and be ready.

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At dawn break, UTS-00001 dragged KV-103's severed body out from the shrine's ruin with the help of a loader. He dragged the Fallen King across the blasted ruins of the Torchbellow sub-colony and headed for the far side of cradle, day after day did the Dreadnought UTS carried the Fallen King across the treacherous terrain before reaching a vast frozen ocean, the area was stuck in the ebb and flow of time and the never ending blizzard clouded the vision of the machinauts. After a while, the loader that was carrying KV-103 broke down, he could feel his joints been frozen by the cold, all hope of finding the foundry seemed lost.

"No..." KV-103 shuddered, "We are trapped here..."

"Hold your tongue, Unit two..." Yamato replied calmly, "I was correct, we have arrived at the foundry..."

The Fallen King couldn't tell if the UTS was simply joking but his suspicion was soon dismissed as the frozen glacier below them trembled. Ice caps cracked and from the icy water below, a colossal machine walker emerged, only half submerged, the walker was tall enough that its feet stood at the ocean bed and still half of its body remained on the surface, towering both machinauts by ten folds along with a large foundry built on top of it. Reactivated from only machine god knows how long, the walker addressed the machinauts in a deep, rusty voice.

"GREETINGS, SCIONS OF THE TORCHBELLOW, I AM HERE TO SERVE ONCE MORE..."

"I knew it," UTS-00001 mused and bowed before the colossal machine, "You are real all along, my glorious machine god..."

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