"Right, and I'm totally here to kill you."
Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea, honestly. . .
"Also, what "Other Guy"?"
Lyra trained her scope on the head of one of the Red Armored creatures.
Clockwork Heroes RP [gameplay]
Sun, 06/21/2015 - 20:28
#202
Murder La Murder
Sun, 06/21/2015 - 21:21
#203
More stuuff
The cockpit of the freighter was almost like a one person lounge. with a large upholstered pilots chair and matching blue accents, there was even a cooling chamber for beverages. The only things that seemed out of place, for a lounge at least, were the large blinky control panel, the walls made of transparent aluminium and the Battle-sprite laying in my lap. My battle-sprite's name is Cerulean and instead of being an drab green, she was a very attractive light blue that definitily clashed with my mostly melted fire-break armor. I tugged of my helmet, holding it by the remaining tail.
"well at least it wasn't my head that was incinerated." I said to Cerulean "and sadly,if I am going to take the rest of this off, you will have to move."
"Grrr" she complained
"Please?", still growling softly, she slowly lifted into the air
"Thank you" I thanked, stripping down to my civilian clothes, and walked to the cargo bay.
"Hello all you sprites" I said, this time adressing the rows and stacks of battle-sprite pods " looks like someone forgot to evacuate you, but I remembered."
I re-entered the cock-pit with a bag slung over my shoulder
"does this bird have any weapon or shield systems?" I asked Cerulean, but instead of answering she only bobbed up and down while gesturing towards my helmet.
"You don't have speech capability? have I realy been with you for the past ten years and not given you speakers? I inquired, but she only continued gesturing towards my helmet. I put it on.
"No, I do not yet have speech systems" she informed me through my helmet's audio output.
"How did you talk through my helmet's output channels? you didn't have authorisation.? actually, don't answer that, I need my helmet open so that I can hear any radio transmissions."
"Okay, I will not answer your second question, only your first, which by this time you have no doubt forgotten: this cargo ship has a top mounted lazer turret, model 22A Sherwood, a couple hand-held blasters and an antique pistol called an antigua. as far as shields, it has a modded tier one force-shield from Sistcorp, model 3L fish."
"Who modded it? and when?"
"Me, I modded it with simple energy conservation, it only summons force where needed, instead of generating a complete shell." she answered, sounding smug.
"How did you make a default computer voice sound smug?"
"How do you think of so many dumb questions?"
"Get over here, I need to take your face apart."
"sorry, self preservation is a priority"
"Ahh, maybe I did sound a bit aggressive... I just want to install my fire-break helm's old speakers into you." this time she didn't say anything, she just flew over, settled on my desk-like work-space and deactivated her pain receptors.
Mon, 06/22/2015 - 06:19
#204
Lumbers!
"I... Don't... How.." Chael could feel his tongue froze. The view is amazing sure, But he is on top of a large platform all along, and to top it all of it is also moving. "Have any idea to go up?" He crouched on the edge to see how deep it is, to only found a complex, endless machinery– Wait, did his eye started to make things up or there is actually a bright blue zap for a seccond there?
He turned back, facing the also astonished Mundy. He sighed. The bomber tooked a deep breath, pinched his arm, and everything linked to reality check. Nope, not dreaming. "Would not suprise me if these trees started moving. Might start a freak show he-" Something felt odd suddenly.
The ground is shaking. A loud steady thumping sound is getting closer.. closer.. and closer by the minutes. "Did you hear that? Or am I hallucinating?" Chael drawed his punch gun.
Thump, thump, thump.
One of the tree just fell down, and a knight ran for their lives. Then he saw it, the first monster he encounters in this alien planet. "Holy sh- There really are walking trees!" A gigantic lumber like creature just smashed the knight to no more than a pile of meat. Its right hand were large and hammer like, while its left is stubby and short. "Crap. Did you see that crushing power?"
Mon, 06/22/2015 - 08:05
#205
The Trees Have Eyes.
With his astonishment from the view pummeled back to reality as hard as that lumbering tree's fresh victim, Mundy took aim with his Blaster. Chael backed off from the lumbering...Lumber and drew his punch gun.
The bomber was allready firing at the lumber before being interrupted by Mundy's arm.
" Get a scan of that thing with your visor, I'll shoot it!"
He then opened fire at the thing's stuby, woody legs, with both hands gripped tigtly on the gun to counter the recoil from its triple-shot salvo.These Blaster-line guns werent made for aiming carefully, that's for sure. he tought. The first round hit the construct in its wraist instead, so he fired a second one.
The Lumber fell to its knees from the impact, giving the intended result to Mundy's attack. He expected that whoever built this monstrosity didnt program it to be able to get back from a fall, not with this bludgeon-like tree trunk for an arm. To his dismay, the thing got up with its bludgeon-like tree trunk for an arm.
To make matters worse, from the same branch of trees the construct came trough, several metal creatures sprawled out as well. Some steam-punk imitation of a cross between a headless spider and a lizard that just lost it's tail, however crazy that sounds. They had 4 spider-like arms and mono-eyed heads with wide metal mouths, like if someone rammed a chameleon's face against a wall. Granted, those details would not be that troubling if they werent the size of fully grown wolves.
"Chael, grab your bombs."
Vakarian steaded his aim to the Lumber's blunt face and held the gun's trigger tightly, making a loud click. The universal sing of a charged shot.
Mon, 06/22/2015 - 12:58
#206
Well, I guess It's time to carry on.
Static.
No response...
Heh, I suppose it's time for some heads to roll'.
What was peculiar about the gun was not the scraps and bolts everywhere, but the fact it had a magazine.
In all my time, I'd not seen any of the kn- wait, who's memories are these...?
No, no, focus. You've got an important mission to do.
Thankfully, the magazine was loaded, and there was a box full of bullets conveniently tucked into yet more magazines.
Rock and Lock- You'll talk no more.
PTHFFFFFFfffffffffffewm, the bullet went as it spun out of the silencer, several hundreds of feet, and into the skull of the Red one on the left.
'CrkClick, Ping, Chak' A bullet shell flew to the side as I used the bolt to reload.
Another quick shot, and the Red one on the right's heart exploded.
By now, someone had no doubt called out, "SNIPER, GET DOWN" in some terms, as the gremlins in my sights started quickly dissapearing behind blocks for cover- One was too slow, A bullet straight to the neck.
Heh.
Unluckily for them, the gun was silenced- Even though they could hear the bullets; They had no idea where from.
Testily, I shot one of the blocks, and- to my suprise, it crumbled; and another gremlin was shot through the chest, and possibly through the lung too.
Now, it was just a game of cat and mouse.
What would their plan be?
Either way, I've killed Five of them; Seven remain. . .
No doubt, Den could hear the silenced bullets too.
(Lyra's Gremlin Extermination, Part 2 End)
Mon, 06/22/2015 - 23:24
#207
Aerial Battle
"Hoy, Cherub! This is Ragnir. I'm on a civilian tailing pod, long story. Do you copy?"
Silence.
The fighter shuddered as rocket fire exploded against the hull.
Swarms of gremlin biplanes appeared on the horizon. Suddenly, the sky became a raining hail of yellow pellets. Gunfire ripped into the shield and pinged off it. The fighter swerved high, and scores of biplanes roared past underneath.
Then the com opened up again.
"This is Cherub, I copy. Friend of mine got her hands on a dropship. Keep those plane-things occupied while I grab survivors, copy?"
As they spoke, the whole world seemed to shudder. Com transmissions went wild from knights on the surface. From what little you could gather of the chatter, it sounded like the Skylark was landing. Correction, crash-landing, but the Skylark was still in one piece. Hot dang, Ozlo really did it...
But you don't have time to celebrate. A rocket soars past your windscreen, followed by a volley of gunfire. Go ahead, show them what your Blitz cannons can do.
Wed, 06/24/2015 - 14:38
#208
((Blitz cannons? This is a
((Blitz cannons?
This is a civilian pod...))
"Keep 'em WHAT?!" Ragnir shouted. "Occupied? We only have two front guns! My little sister's on board this thing!"
Rega ignored Ragnir entirely. "Roger that, Captain What's-your-face. Big bro! You don't shout at an officer! This thing's built like a tank. Let's show these scum who they're messing with!"
"But- but you- but we- fine." Ragnir shook his head. What was that guy thinking? They didn't buy a bunch of cryogas just to get Rega killed by a bunch of murderplanes!
...Wait. The cryogas. The most Ragnir and his family could afford for Rega was a pod that used cryogas to cool the pod. They'd stocked the pod with about a hundred years' worth of the stuff- cryogas came (relatively) cheap. If that gas was turned on the enemy...
"Hoy, sis, where are the cryogas canisters?"
"Just outside the chamber! ...wait, what?!"
Ragnir pulled a canister of cryogas out, looking out the window. The pod was going up, and through the window, Ragnir saw a whole lot of biplanes. Rega was speeding up, with what few guns the pod had blazing, and a number of the planes were turning around. Rega was no soldier, but a few of the planes were damaged, and forced to land. About ten of them turned their way. Make that about nine- Rega shot one right in the engines with the single dual-blaster they had.
"KAPOW! Direct hit! I TOLD you we can take them."
Ragnir climbed up the airlock hatch, clinging to the ladder.
"Hee hee! Oh, stop it! Those little pea shooters won't even- yow, hey, watch it! Rude!" Bullets pelted the front of the pod. The windshield took it thanks to partial ray shielding, but it was enough to get Rega started shouting at them. Then the gunfire stopped for a moment- no doubt from the planes flying past the pod.
Now. Ragnir threw open the hatch, noticing the planes flying around for a side attack.
"Early winter, sacks of crap!" Ragnir flipped open the canister and hurled it out the hatch, then ducked back inside, avoiding the incoming gunfire. One shot went plink off his helmet as the hatch shut behind him.
"All right! That's the way you do it!"
Ragnir jumped down the hatch. "So how'd it work?"
"I'm seeing a bunch of falling planes in the mirror! Wait, did you just unload a whole canister of cooled cryogas on them?"
"Yep." Ragnir felt a slight burn on his head. Must have been the shot. Even his helmet couldn't do everything...
"Whoa." Rega's eyes widened. "Nice going... Wow, that probably cost a lot of money."
"Well, wouldn't want it to go to waste." Ragnir opened the comlink again, thankful that the starpod was, indeed, built like a tank. "Sir! Need us to bring down some more of 'em?"
Thu, 06/25/2015 - 22:57
#209
A Wolver's Purpose
Of course, Den did not reply, not because he chose not to, but because could not. A gremlin looked back at the destruction behind him and snickered darkly through his mask as the few last wisps of sleeping gas dissipated. With one arm dragging Den away, the other went to a switch, which beeped its confirmation.
Then he was gone down into the Clockworks.
Fri, 06/26/2015 - 17:15
#210
...Ouch...
Rolling himself off the seat the swordsmen slowly feels around in the dark. All he can feel for the most part is that of his weapon, buttons on the escape pods console, and the door ejector. Of course what he was looking for in the dark wasn't really an escape.
This is why I much rather stay on the ground. He thought as he searched in the dark. Less of a chance that I will get bushwhacked by someone and thrown into one of these things.
The clanking of a chain in the dark was his only real hint that he was even moving, the swordsmen's mind still addled by impact of the landing. Sure these pods where designed to keep you alive, to bad the seat wasn't forgiving. Brushing against something in the dark the man smiled as he found what he was looking for.
Well I really hope what ever happened to the ship the order is alright, that I do, yet this feeling persists in my head that something is amiss.
Taking the object and placing it around his head the warrior reached for the lever and gave it a yank. Airlocks gave away as the front of the pod burst of showing him the sudden light of day. Thankfully the helm on his head was forgiving in the fact it cast shadows on his eyes, but not before the sudden introduction of the light blinded him. With a pained expression he placed his hands over the optical views of the helm to give extra shielding to the light. All the while the sound of fight was head in the distance.
What ever is going on it's clearly past me. I best try and hale someone via the comms. if those are even working here.
Once vision was restored the man turned to the pod. Taking out his weapon, sliding it carefully into the sheath which rid on horizontally across his belt. In his pouch he felt the pipe, and to his wrist he felt the shackle's presents. Heavy, painful, and above all else, slow. Though he cared not for it at the moment. Looking down he patted himself down.
Alright, whoever shoved me into the pod made sure I was in my armor. That's good. Lets see where is the comms. control.
After some juggling around the Swordsmen managed to open said device, only with luck did he even remember about the short-wave one in his helm. Reaching over he tapped the side of his head, once the signals connected he spoke, with the same, dark tone he always had.
"This is Amartia. Swordsmen of the Order. Is anyone out there. Repeat..."
Sat, 06/27/2015 - 22:23
#211
First post in a while.
#197
((I need to write something. Anything. The story must move. Please forgive my brevity.))
Where am I?
Serah opened one eye. Darkness. She opened the other eye. Light.
She was moving, yet not of her own accord. She was being carried.
Fire erupted in her lungs when she tried to take a breath.
Something black was draped in front of her. It looked kinda like an arm.
Except arms were never that black. It couldn't be.
She reached out to try and touch it.
Then it moved, its fingers open and grasping for something.
Funny. She couldn't touch the arm. The fingers relaxed.
Could it be my arm?
It is my arm.
Panic began to sink in.
What happened to me!?
Sat, 06/27/2015 - 23:37
#212
As Serah moved her arm a bit, Aralon blinked for a moment or two before putting her ear close to Serah's mouth. The hoarse wheezes were increasing...
...so how long was Serah awake? She didn't have any sedatives, last she remembered.
First thing's first, she had to get out of the pool. With her arm around Serah's waist, Aralon stood straight, and lifted Serah over her shoulder again.
"...I don't know if you can hear me, sir, but I'm gonna get you out. It's my promise, and I intend to see it through to the end. So, if you can bear with me until I can regroup with some other Knights, that'd be a big help."
And so, the two rose out of the pool, Aralon shaking under the reintroduced pull of gravity.
One footstep out the water. The other over the adobe.
And then they were on their way.
~~~
Several minutes had passed when Aralon paused a moment. For helpless Serah, who's face was looking back a ways, there didn't appear to be any clear reason to stop. It was just as surprising when she broke off into a sprint, but as she got out of the stone and dirt and onto a metal platform, things became apparent. Through the perforated steel, Serah could make out a railway that seemed to go down forever.
An elevator, perhaps?
Wind pushed down from above after Aralon pushed a button, and for a moment, everything seemed alright...
...until Aralon was violently slammed into the floor, bringing down Serah with her. Out of the corner of both of their eyes, the two knights could see a large metal tool, akin to something like a hammer.
As Aralon croaked and gasped in pain, she began to become confused.
Something THREW a hammer?
Sat, 06/27/2015 - 23:59
#213
Amartia alone
Slamming the console closed the Swordsmen sighed as he turned in the direction of the battle field. It was a said sight to say the least considering he could really see it, rather just the lingering sounds of war and its engines that fueled its chaos.
Reaching over Amartia felt his wrist with a small sigh. A testament to my own sins, as well as my own.
Letting his arms down, the swordsmen started walking forwards, whatever he ran into first he hoped it was friend but was prepared for a foe. Either way he was prepared to draw his blade, though he wasn't all to keen on drawing blood right away.
Bah walking with a scrambled brain isn't very smart. Might as well have a bite to eat.
Coming to a small clearing Amartia stopped, drawing his blade the swordsmen moved to one of the smaller trees. With a quick slash the man had cut down the small brush of a tree, fire wood if anything else. Returning his blade Amartia went about making a small fire, pulling out what looked like a little teat pot, fitted over top the embers of the small camp fire. Beside it he sat down his blade as well as a small pouch filled with he dried leafs for his pipe.
Taking a small stick he placed the tip of it into the flame to let it smolder for a moment, following this he quickly filled the pipe with a few dried leafs. Once it was set he then removed his helm, revealing the sight of dark purple eyes, his hair held tight by a band atop his head. No scars or other deformities yet the expression on his face, never really changing, as bland and dead as the many people he left back on his home.
Lipping the pipe Amartia placed the end of the burning stick in, taking a few drags to get it started. Ya, nothing calms the nerves quite as well as this. Alone in the wilderness with nothing more then a pot of tea, his blade, and a pipe waiting on some kinda response. At this point he was content to wait to see how the battled ended, if he could see it, yet all that came where the sounds of war.
Perhaps the natives here know how to handle a blade correctly.
Sun, 06/28/2015 - 06:08
#214
Back from the un-responsive
Chael followed Mundy's order and activated his scanner. Lucky for him it has a tiny X-ray with radiation enough to peirce wood, which would kill him if he isn't using the helmet. So how much the helmet saved his life today? Thrice, good job hat. Anyway back on track. "That is not a tree, Nu-uh." Chael picked his trustworthy firecracker, and additionaly his flaming vaporizer. "That thing has a metal gut.. literally. I can't find any weakspot. BUT if we can malfunction the gears, that is another story!" He lighted the fuse, staring Mundy with an unusual excitement. Which fired his gun to the lumbers head. "Or that might do.." He throwed both bombs to the spider crawling out of the back of the hulking lumber.
" This is chael. Just a warning but this planet has living trees with mace like arm, and charmeleon bots that shoots energy ball from it's mouth. Keep your eyes open " The bomber informed everyone. His ear twitched as a delightfull boom just rushed the air to his face.
Sun, 06/28/2015 - 15:57
#215
The Trees Have Eyes.
"Then the gears ARE the weakpoints!" he said in frustration. " I was waiting to fire it in whatever weak spot you could fi---"
The sound of gears roaring with exhaustion interrupted Mundy's complaint. He was looking straight at Chael right before firing the charged shot, possibly waiting for feedback. In his wait, he didnt notice that the shot burrowed a hole right trough the machine's head, collapsing the construct while small green explosions engulfed it.
So much for the bulky look...
"Oh, ok. That does it."
*BANG*
"HEEYAH!"
Vakarian jumped after one of the chameleon-spider bots shot an green spark at him, making the valkyrie spring up his wings on impulse. The creature was imeediately greeted by a Blaster salvo, and its relatives by both a Firecracker and Fiery Vaporizer.
" Green artificial grassfields, wooden hulks with creepy green eyes, stone puppies that shoot green lightning orbs and now meta-chameleons shooting green sparks at me? What is up with this planet and the color green?"
Shortly after protesting, Mundy narrowed his eyes in advance for the incoming blast. Normaly, Firecrakers just make short scorching booms and Vaporizers launch clouds of mostly inert gas at a high temperature, that just so happens to make any living things that touch it burst in flames. The two combined made instead a pool of bright crimson flames around what would have been the Vaporizer's blast radius, catching Mundy off-guard.
"Oooh. Hey, be carefull with all that incendiary bombing, you only have so many, and its not like we want to burn the planet down!"
He protested again, but despite that, smirked at the sight. The fire curtain lasted a few seconds, but it sure burned. A few other chameleobots that were going to pop out of the other trees were incinerated as the blast burned their trees down, with them inside.
"Well, I've never seen this combo yet." Vakarian patted Chael's shoulder while the flames were almost done clearing. Once they cleared, he walked foward to the field of scorched soil, first checking a metal plate that was left exposed. Crouching near it, he shoved the dirt around the plate aside with his hands and found another one by its side, of the same size but inclined and diving towards the ground. "Even this soil is artificial. I'm almost getting used to this."
The knight pulled out a device shaped like a stick from his Intel tube and stuck it in the ground. He then tapped the tip of the thing and a holo-page popped up. A Field Journal. Mundy started typing something on the journal, and images coming from the screen suggested it was also recording the surroundings.
Sun, 06/28/2015 - 19:29
#216
Meeeeep
"Note to self: Don't throw bombs without calculating the radius." Chael gave a slight bump to Mundy's back, Laughing in the proccess. "Hey, should we name this guys? Cause calling them walking trees and charmeleon bot every now and then seems a bit awkward. You know if a knight panic it will be strange for him to say 'Oh my god! a walking tree got my leg!' and stuff like that." The bomber chattered around while looking for a way to get to the top of this planet.
He noticed a plate of iron not far from where he stood, about 20 meters ahead. With the same curiosity tickling his brain, he ran to the out of place object. Once he arrive, Chael crouched down to get a better look. It seems to be linked to the other.. moving island.. far below him. He extended his arm to touch the plate, it is unexpectedly a bit warm. "Something is here a while ago.." He mumbled. While the valkryie is doing 'something'. He scanned around for any footprints. Nope. No prints at all. The bomber sighed, it's weird for something to not leave any trail, except it is weightless or flying. "Weird" The word slipped out of his mouth. Tapping his feet in confusion, he noticed a slimy track all the way to a tiny forest. "Maybe if I follow it, I can find another plate like this..." Chael smirked.
The bomber went for Mundy first, since he is the only one who seems to get an idea of what he is doing (And the only person here execpt Chael). "Hey, I noticed a metal plate over there, out of place considering its a meadow, mind checking it out?"
Sun, 06/28/2015 - 21:04
#217
The Trees Have Eyes.
"Well, I'm already naming them, actualy. The lumbering tree...it realy lumbered a lot. Let's call it Lumber." He said while typing the name on a list," and those bots we just scuttled...uh...chameleobots is too long, and I'm not too eager to give them something respectfull. Scuttlebot will do." and beep beep boop the holo-page went as he registered the second name. Chael distantiated himself just then, so Mundy went back to his personal Journal.
Mundy Vakarian
Day 00001
-Cronological landmarks: 2.3 hours after cryo-waking from spaceship Skylark. 30 minutes after emergency crash landing on planet Cradle.
-Current location: Planet Cradle, Unkown...Grassfields simulation. Assuming to be underground.
-Condition: Stable. Recovering from deep leg wound. Accompanied and properly equipped.
I'd start from the major tragedy, but if you found this and can read Isoran, you likely know what's the beggining of it all.
It would have been wierd enough to land on the first exoplanet found so far to have original wildlife and vegetation, but It didnt even come to that. I'll make it as simple as it can seem. I look at the sky and it's a giant dome, the clouds floating like they belonged to the roof of a cathedral (if you ever saw one intact). The horizon is held by a ring of contraptions I'm unable to describe. The ground floats in pure ether. Grassy fields and trees compete for space with machinery. Rock cubes the size of tables are stacked around. The trees's leaves simply defy both biology and gravity at once.
I look at the grass and I see the prettiest colonial resort money could buy for you, I look at the sky and see a simulation, I look at the machines, and some scraps of former ones that tried to kill me and wonder if this isnt a trap.
That last part, you'll likely know how it turned out, depending on where you found this.
After some minutes of quiet, minus the typing noises on his Journal, Chael came back and grabbed Vakarian's attention. He found another metal plate, apparently?
Mundy grabbed his stick-device like a wand and followed the bomber.
Mon, 06/29/2015 - 16:18
#218
Opening up the mouth of the helm Amaria slowly skipped from his mug. Just a simple guy enjoying a simple drink, maybe not so much the planet from the sounds in the distance. Reaching to the pouch the swordsmen calmly pulled out a small piece of bread, it was quite relaxing to say the least, still it bothered him that a battle as going on in the distance. From the sound of it, this skirmish involved gun fire.
Even on this planet, it's still the most honorableness thing a person can use. What happened to the days when a man could look another in the eye, up close and fight. No now a days it's about the flashy guns. It breaks my heart.
Feeling full the swordsmen pulled out what looked like thermos, something to hold his drink for later, if he survived that long. Placing the pipe away, after tapping out the ash, he came to his feet marching off in he direction of the noise, perhaps whatever he found, it would turn out to be allies instead of enemies.
I have this bad feeling, really bad, that the ones fighting are people I don't know. Best keep low just in case.
Sticking to the brush Amaria nimbly made his away in the direction of the battle, perhaps he would find some one he knew.
Wed, 07/01/2015 - 09:12
#219
Ragnir took a glance out the window. It looked like there weren't too many left chasing Cherub down... but where were the others?
"Sis, have we got any on our tail?"
"Ha, no. A lot of them bugged out for some reason!"
"Must've been the Skylark... wonder if anyone else made it?" Ragnir hung his head for a moment, then shook himself up. "Okay, I've got another C.O. I need to contact."
Ragnir patched into Serah's comlink. "Ragnir speaking! Serah, do you copy?"
Wed, 07/01/2015 - 22:39
#220
Happy Canada Day!
Den awoke into another cage. The room was dark, and filled with a suspicious oily odour. There was light in front of him, coming from the left, but he couldn't see its source. Maybe he was afraid, or just tired, but he didn't call out.
Thu, 07/02/2015 - 11:50
#221
Aralon was slowly trying to register what had happened as the comlink went online from Serah's garbled mic. It seemed pretty damaged, but since Aralon was in the squad channel, a small change to the frequency would be enough to get something clear...
"Ragnir speaking! Serah, do you copy?"
Aralon took a deep breath. Her spine was still hurting, and there was an overload of this numbness feeling from her left arm. Slowly, she pressed the dial on her helm, and turned the knob. Very breathily, she spoke :
"This is Aralon. I'm with Serah...right now. She's badly injured, but still alive. The crash burned her. Just a few minutes ago, we were attacked by something that threw...I dunno, a hammer about my height at us. We managed to escape in time on this...elevator sort of thing.
*THUMP*
I think we've arrived to the next depth up. It looks...clear."
Thu, 07/02/2015 - 22:08
#222
Through the brambles and bush
Wading his way through the mess of underbrush the Swordsmen marched, despite the clear lack of direction at this point, in hopes of what he feared might not be, salvation from this mess of an escape.
I know I committed to this path, and I must march it, but I need direction. Wait a tick, whats that sound...
Just ahead of him the Swordsmen heard what could only be described as, raspy chatter. No clear dialog, just choppy, incoherent noice that repeated into a strange language. At least that's what he guessed.
Coming to almost a complete halt Amaria reached behind is back placing a hand on the blade, if this was an enemy he refused to be caught off guard. Inch by inch he crept making as little noise as possible. With his free hand, and his armor not clinking every five seconds, he reached forwards parting the bush obscuring his view of the creatures before him. Slowly the light came in, blinding at first before fading away.
What in the...
Looking through his man made window Amaria saw a group of little furry creatures, most of them where holding what could only be described as a hammer of some sort. While one or two held little wrenches with crystals hooked inside. From the way they where being guarded they must of been of some kind of importance. Looking to the left he saw more of the hammer holding ones, only this time the hammer was more like a half axe, with a...wrench on the otherside.
What kind of weapons on these, they look more like tools then weapons. Hold on, is that one holding a flamethrower?
Across the little army of furry creatures the Swordsmen saw what he could only describe as a small bipedal wolf strapped in armor, must be thermal padding, holding a weapon with a pilot light at the end connected to a rather bulky tank. Too thick for a bullet to pass through. The main difference between this one and the others was the size. The Flame Unit seemed to be at least two, if not slightly more, foot taller then the others, and he was giving orders from the looks of it.
Perhaps this is the local population. If this is the case why do they look ready for war? I need to get a hold of some form of command.
Slowly letting go of the bush Amaria froze as one of the Gremlins, pointed helm covering most his head, metal mask across his face, and like all of them the goggles hat had a slight yellow tent. The creature looked as if it was some kind of demo-tech, and when it made eye contact with the swordsmen it let loose a rather loud scream followed by what could only be described as thick pads with windup keys in them in the direction of Amaria.
"CATCH!"
Before Amaria could even give the creature chance he was already gone. Having seen enough to understand that this was an armed force that seemed to be gathered. Keeping his hand on the blade he ran, the question now was; who was he going to run into first? A squad of Knights, or a squad of...what ever those things where.
Thu, 07/02/2015 - 22:17
#223
That moment when your post data was deleted
Lyra strapped the rifle to her back, and leaped into the minefield of blocks and scraps, rushing towards the gremlins with her falchion drawn- screaming ablaze a warcry of screeches and scrapes.
Meanwhile, Skyla had regained conciousness.
What is this... buzzing feeling?
It's like something's there; But I can't prove there is.
It's like a black hole in space- It can't be seen by the naked eye.
I'm not alone.
>Scan system for AI Chip.
Scanning...
Two matches found.
Oh.
Well isn't that just peachy...
>Backup AI data.
Backup successful. Would you like to save your game data?
Hah!
>Yes.
Please wait. . .
'Twing!' Save sucessful.
Okay, as amusing as that is, I'm going to have to find out what that actually does later.
>Override AI Controls.
'KZZZRrtT'
. . .
Where the hell am I? Nevermind the dead gremlins, why did the other AI put on gremlin gear on the chassis?
...Oh.
Not only is the coat that was protecting me from all those bullets and blades completely tattered, there are tons of parts that will need replacing in the chassis when I get the chance.
>Power Status
38% Charge remaining.
That's suprising, I still have a good bit of juice left in me, considering how long I've been running for.
...I'll bet the other AI has a good grasp on how to use the controls by now.
>Lockdown Control; Password: Survive .
'Beep.'
Now, I need to get together with the others, before I turn into scrap... Or at least, more so than I am already.
But before I could touch my comlink, it blared to life.
"Ragnir speaking! Serah, do you copy?"
"This is Aralon. I'm with Serah...right now. She's badly injured, but still alive. The crash burned her. Just a few minutes ago, we were attacked by something that threw...I dunno, a hammer about my height at us. We managed to escape in time on this...elevator sort of thing.
*THUMP*
I think we've arrived to the next depth up. It looks...clear."
"Skyla here. I've regained control of the chassis; I'll fill you in later on what happened to me- I'm also in bad sorts. I'm wearing a gremlin's gear in order to keep myself protected, since my armor broke. If you see a Light Green and Black armored figure with a falchion, Don't Shoot. I'm triangulating your position so we can regroup, and stay alive.
Fri, 07/03/2015 - 09:07
#224
World of Contraptions.
Getting to the misterious platform, Mundy crouched and began analising it. This plate was rather large compared to the other one, four people could stand on it, however it looked more fit to elevate cargo rather than people. Looking to his surroundings, he saw that the "room" they were in was a dead end.
"This is either an entrance to the dome or an exit." Mundy said, and soon his Journal-stick device was attached to a seem on the platform's side.
"Let's see if I can find out which of the latter this thing is....".
Some time after the holo-wand began scans, both Chael and Vakarian picked a conversation on the comm-chat. It was coming from Aralon:
"..ew minutes ago, we were attacked by something that threw...I dunno, a hammer about my height at us. We managed to escape in time on this...elevator sort of thing.
*thump*
I think we've arrived to the next depth up. It looks...clear."
Well, that confirms my suspicions. This is an elevator.
Mundy was about to awnser, but somebody else got on the line.
"Skyla here. I've regained control of the chassis; I'll fill you in later on what happened to me- I'm also in bad sorts. I'm wearing a gremlin's gear in order to keep myself protected, since my armor broke. If you see a Light Green and Black armored figure with a falchion, Don't Shoot. I'm triangulating your position so we can regroup, and stay alive."
Gremlim? What the hell is a Gremlim?
Leaving that aside, Vakarian reported:
"Vakarian here- It seems we are all in underground structures, I see. Aralon, does this elevator you took look like a grated metal plate? Chael is with me and he might have found one, too. If positive, how did you activate it?
We must be close to each other for this radio channel to work, Skyla. Could you feed us with our position as well?"
After that, the Holo finished scanning. Mundy picked up the holo-stick and reported its findings.
"Allright, this platform doesnt seem to use any chemical or magnetic systems to move. It's completely mechanical. Springs and pistons is all I'm picking up in the inside. It seems to be storing air in the inside too, I'll have to look at that later."
The knight looked to where the elevator would apparently go if it went up, seeing a hole in the dome's structure that, unlike the rest of the dome, wasnt moving. Looking back at the elevator, he couldnt see any part of the contraption that looked like it would spring up.
"How is this thing going to uplift itself all the way up there?"
Sat, 07/04/2015 - 03:55
#225
I think there is a lot of typo here.
"Just a wild guess.. Figuring all the gears and ropes around this machine of a planet.. Something will be dropped down, to pull this metal plate up." Chael gazed the 'Elevator' and the hole back and forth. Chael sighed, his mind is suffocating him with so much mystery, now is a good time for holmes to show up and solves everything. Trying to differ his attention, he asked something out of place. " Hey Mundy, Since you are a valkryie and all. Can you fly up to that hole? Figures the answer is no thought, since we are stuck here." The bomber strapped some firecracker to his bandoiler.
Sat, 07/04/2015 - 06:48
#226
World of Contraptions.
Mundy stayed silent upon that question for a while, but eventualy awsered.
"I have a condition. I can't exactly fly, just.... glide."
Not eager to discuss more about his wings, he faced back to the elevator.
"Well, however this works, it doesnt seem to be broken. If it can get us out of here, we should take it...now how do we take it?"
With the stick in hand, Mundy stepped on the elevator and began tapping something on the Holo.
"Well, that's new. I'm picking some cybernetic readings. Not that that's supposed to mean much- I dont expect this whole place to work with purely analog sistems, but maybe I could control it."
Mundy stood there oblivious to the fact that a line of blue LED lights lit up on one of the four sides of the platform.
Sat, 07/04/2015 - 19:45
#227
Burned? After an escape pod landing... that's not good. And Aralon didn't sound like she was having the best of times, either.
Then Skyla spoke up. Well, that'll help. Skyla's mechanical! She's probably more net-savvy than any of us. "All right, I'll see what I can do to find you. I'm on a civilian Starpod right now, so I'll find you as soon as possible!"
Rega shook her head. "Can we do it? This thing only registered the Skylark navigation nodes."
"I've got someone on the line working on finding them."
Sun, 07/05/2015 - 04:26
#228
Ugh...
Filia awoke groggily, barely aware of her surroundings. As she slowly regained control of her body and senses, she struggled to push her way out of her heavily damaged escape pod. No sooner had she retrieved all her equipment and necessities, she watched as the compact vessel promptly burst into flames. Filia's gaze shifted about as she tried to take in her surroundings- where in the hell was she? She tapped her com unit and tried to contact other survivors "Hello? Is anyone there? This is lieutenant Filia, I repeat, are there any survivors?" However, she was greeted with only static. "Damn..." At that moment, she suddenly thought of something- her link to Skyla! Adjusting her HUD, Filia tried again, "Skyla, are you out there? I... Gah- ouch... I just got out of my pod... Are you there?"
Sun, 07/05/2015 - 07:57
#229
While on the run, for a moment Amaria picked up a voice via the voice comms.
Damn, if I had more time I would answer that call.
Looking back the Swordsmen couldn't see the enemy but he could hear them running through the bush after him. It was as if the man was being chased down like an animal, yet he didn't seem to mind much really. What he had here was a fine chance to test out his skills.
Stopping and making a sharp left the man quickly dashed in a big circle around the enemy, if he was going to have to make a conflict where one wasn't meant to be, then he was going to do it on his terms.
I have a feeling those ones with the wrench's they are officers of some kind, taking them down is my first objective.
Holding one hand in front of his body and the other on the hilt of his blade the Swordsmen quickly made his way back on the enemy who by now where coming up to where he made his turn.
Sun, 07/05/2015 - 14:20
#230
"Vakarian here- It seems we are all in underground structures, I see. Aralon, does this elevator you took look like a grated metal plate? Chael is with me and he might have found one, too. If positive, how did you activate it? We must be close to each other for this radio channel to work, Skyla. Could you feed us with our position as well?"
With Serah hoisted over her shoulder, Aralon trudged forwards and surveyed the area. The elevator was at the end of a snaky path that led to a larger clearing beneath a tree-topped cliff, that which was impossible to reach without rappel gear. Gear that Aralon had left back on the Skylark.
Not like she needed it. To the left of that was a staircase going straight up to just beneath that cliffside. Age showed through the lavish design, as the edges on the stairs were worn down and rounded.
Aralon would save that for later.
"Yeah, it's punched through with circles," she responded with an unintentional wheeze at the end. "You want it to work? There's a couple of small pads on both corners. Push either to raise the rails, and then there should be two buttons : up and down. Go whatever way you think we're at. Careful, though. If you guys are wearing armor, your energy levels could take a hit. Maybe if we got an engineer to build safeproofs, it could be fixed, but for now...well, don't go travelling too far. And make sure the coast is clear."
Aralon paused, and set Serah down at the base of the cliff, before collapsing onto her side. Her bruised back couldn't support so much for so long.
"They got me just as I was going up. I won't be moving around anytime soon. Over and out."
Sun, 07/05/2015 - 15:46
#231
World of Contraptions.
He was about to ask if she could confirm to have reached whatever can be called the surface of this planet, but it struck him that she was constantly weezing and panting troughout their conversations.
She's either in very bad shape or on dangerous territory, in both cases I better avoid too much radio transit.
Speaking of bad shape, I need to get to her and Serah soon.
Looking around the contorn of the platform, Mundy saw what Ara was talking about, two small pads on one of the sides that were even being highlighted by a line of LED lights also to the side. He was tempted to press them and head straight to Serah's rescue, but forgot that he didnt even know where they were relativately to him.
"Skyla, Vakarian here- sorry if I'm tiring your... uh, processing speed with this, but could you also tell us Aralon's position?
....Over."
Facing back to Chael, Vakarian got off the elevator and turned down his Holo.
"Ok, forget the hacking and all, Aralon just told me how it works. Skyla's within comm range, so I'm contacting her to get us the position to Ara and Serah. They seem to be in bad shape..."
Mundy wipped out his Magnus and stood on watch of the other isles floating next to them.
"There seems to be some civilized species in this planet, as well."
Mon, 07/06/2015 - 15:31
#232
Coming to all but a stand still Amaria listened to the sound of the rather large force that seemed to have been duped by his quick turn. Though any warrior who knew anything about battle could tell, it wasn't wise to believe that a hunt ends with a simple trick. Creeping slowly around the Swordsmen came upon one of the creatures he assumed to be an officer. There chatter just as confusing as when he first listened in on the meeting.
They have some guards this time, five at best count. Still there is no telling what these creatures can do. Best keep low till..
He was cut short in his thoughts as he watched one lift its wrench and chant something in its native tongue. After a second a flash of light and one of the fighter's whos arm looked scratched was healed. This was something of equal note for now he had a main target against these creatures.
Healers, that's why they are so well guarded. Makes since considering they are the ones who can keep the others alive. Still with this many I need to escape instead of fight, for that would be foolish.
Keeping this in mind the Swordsmen turned on his comm unit, if anything to keep an ear out for survivors and regroup to share this information.
Wed, 07/08/2015 - 23:26
#233
Oh no! Date format instead of relative time! Don't die on me!
Utterly bored and lonely, Den fiddled with his comlink in an attempt to send a distress signal. He wasn't sure how, but he was hopeful that some of his fiddling would have produced something. No way to really know, though, Den thought passively.
Thu, 07/09/2015 - 14:35
#234
A sound against infelicity
Not quite out of the thicket of things the Swordsmen almost came to a stop when he heard the sound of the comm unit shutter and break. Almost as if some one was on the other end. Though if it was these creatures he had no clue but at this rate Amaria had to chance it.
Coming to a careful walk he reached up and tapped the side of his helm speaking in almost a whisper.
"Hello?" He paused for a moment, still only fiddling of sounds. "If this is one of the Knights of the order this is Amaria. Sobriquet: Aman. Repeat..."
He said once more, keeping his eyes on his back and front. All the while he knew he wasn't out of danger, not by a long shot while he was alone on this planet.
Thu, 07/09/2015 - 17:27
#235
oh you guys were waiting on me my bad
"Vakarian you're at E0143; Aralon and Serah - B603. It took so long because I was making a map and an uplink for said map so it updates according to the comlink's position; meaning our map will update faster; because this applies to everyone."
"Wait... Who's at L984? ...They're not dead; we'll rescue them after we group up."
Fri, 07/10/2015 - 06:16
#236
bewm
"Thanks, Skyla. Upload this map to me if you can, I'll take my own scans to check if anyone's close. Over."
Fri, 07/10/2015 - 09:49
#237
Den is rescued!
Something rapped on Den's cage. A figure wearing a gremlin's hood & cloak stared at him with bright blue eyes, and strands of white hair hung over it's face. It formed an "ok" symbol with its hand and paused, then nodded.
Another gremlin took notice and barked at the figure, who responded by slashing the gremlin in the knees with a Bolted Blade. Down it went. It made no sound as its throat was caught in a tight grip. The figure dragged the unconscious gremlin into a corner and snatched the key from its pocket before unlocking Den's cage.
"Are you unharmed, Sir Den?" Cherub whispered.
Sat, 07/11/2015 - 11:10
#238
What a benefactor!
With unrestrained joy, Den wrapped his arms around his saviour. He was evidently relieved, a contagiously joyous smile spread across his face.
"I'm so glad you're here! I'm fine," he said a bit too loudly. "Now let's get out of here."
Fri, 07/10/2015 - 21:09
#239
((I hope the "wrapped his hands around his savoir" was a way of saying his comm unit. Other wise this could get a little space warpy))
Taking a moment to survey his surroundings the Swordsmen took a knee as he respond.
Sounds like this one might be alone. Perhaps a little bit off his rocker, but then again we did just crash on a hostel planet. Give him time I guess.
"Sure lets get out of here, but first I need your location to get to you. Check your map and give me some information. As for me, I am in the middle of a forest bordering a rather large clearing. It seems the planet's natives are currently at war, also I might have some useful intel for the higher ups. Again, where are you and I will find you, Amaria out."
Turning off transmitter so his voice wouldn't be send the swordsmen pulled out a small PDA device, going to work reconnecting it back to his rather weak Helm display. He was going to need to get it upgraded some day, but then again he didn't care that much for tech. Just him, his armor, and a sword was enough.
Sat, 07/11/2015 - 20:15
#240
Bleh
"This is to all spiral troops; Check your inbox- as you now have a 3-dimensonal map that is compatible with your comlinks! If you don't understand the extra settings and setup, just mash Yes and Okay until the map pops up. Friendlies are Green on the map, The user is Blue, and hostiles are Red."
Skyla continued to rush to Aralon and Serah- If only to boost survivability.
Mon, 07/13/2015 - 10:41
#241
Three of Nine
No sooner had Aralon set down Serah than she spotted a pair of furry feet standing in front of her.
Correction: There were three pairs of furry feet.
Three intimidating gremlins surrounded her. One wore a thick power suit resembling a mecha with a mask and a bolted vee on the forehead. Another wore a black hood and cloak, decorated with crimson eyes, and carried a wrench-like staff with a glowing white crystal. The last one, the one standing in front of her, wore a simple shirt and goggles and carried a flamethrower system on its back.
"This one might work."
"Yes, it's perfect - too tired and weak to properly put up a fight."
"Careful, they're probably dangerous when cornered."
"Got it."
A horrible stench assaulted her nostrils. The world spun around her...
...and was filled with harsh clinical light a moment later. She awoke strapped down to a hard stone table. Serah lay strapped to a stone table beside hers, her armor stripped off to expose her ugly charred flesh to the light. She was awake too, studying her surroundings.
Two gremlins stepped into the room, one slimmer than the other, probably a female. The male dropped an armful of medical tools on a table and sorted them while the female took an anesthesia device off the shelf and began her calculations.
Serah glanced at Aralon. "What's...happening to us?"
Mon, 07/13/2015 - 18:38
#242
Wait...is that my character from before?!
Aralon sighs, before moving her limbs to locate the ends of her bonds.
"...experimenting. Inspections for pain tolerance, endurance, anatomy, language...everything. If they're anything like the Morai, they'll reverse-engineer everything too. I'm not a scientist, but I've rescued plenty of people from a few..."
Certainly, it wasn't a lie to say that the two women were facing certain doom. While Aralon usually was the one to rescue the victims and experiments the Morai conducted, she herself had never been caught. Then again, she's always had the support of the Spiral Order to keep her safe.
"...and I know enough."
Once she figures out the location of her bonds, she raps her knuckles three times against the stone.
"Fur!" she calls out, for the lack of a better name. "Hairy one! Can you understand what I'm saying? Yoo-hoo~!"
Mon, 07/13/2015 - 19:17
#243
And i am in a road trip again
(( I got a nightmare yesterday that i went to this version of cradle, and actually became chael, before being killed horribly by the locals.. must be bad omen for not posting XP ))
"There sure is." Chael scratched the back of his head. "Speaking of which, if you look closely at the ground there is somekind of liquid substance that forms a trail towards the woods." He pointed the curious prints he found earlier.
Tue, 07/14/2015 - 07:53
#244
"You sure this is it?"
Rega nodded. "This is B603. I'll keep an eye on the pod."
"All right. If anything gets close, fly the pod out of here, unless they walk in front of the main guns."
"Sure." Rega shook her head. "Just... don't do anything stupid!"
Ragnir climbed out of the pod, weapons ready. The starpod was hidden from the enemies' view. Now to pinpoint Serah's location.
Ragnir crossed a short distance on the surface of the strange planet. The place they'd landed was some kind of huge... plate. A layer of dirt was on top of what appeared to be some kind of metal; a deep canyon filled with gears loomed below the plate. Ragnir followed his comlink's radar to Serah's X and Y coordinates. "All right, Rega, do you still have me on the radar?"
"Yep. You're right at A603. Is there a way down?"
"Not here. Hold on." Ragnir patched in to Skyla's comlink. "This is Ragnir! Skyla, can you find any kind of elevators near my location?"
Ragnir stood fast and waited for Skyla's answer for a moment... and then he felt the ground rumbling beneath him.
Leaping backward, Ragnir barely avoided a gnarled, bony claw slashing at him from under the ground. He immediately responded by drawing his hammer. "Oh, ya want a fight, do ya?"
The claw was quickly followed by what appeared to be a walking rotted corpse. Two more of these corpses crawled out of the dirt, letting out an alien moaning and staring Ragnir in the face.
"You're kiddin' me." Zombies? Really?! "Rega, do hammers kill zombies?"
"Oh, come on, Ragnir! Be serious!"
"I AM serious! There's three zombies drooling at me! They just crawled out of the dust!" Ragnir backed away from their slow but sure approach-
"Byaaah!" One of the dust zombies leapt forward. Ragnir lifted his shield, and the zombie's claw got stuck in it. The others came close, lifting their claws in preparation to-
THUD! Ragnir knocked all three zombies aside with a wide swing of the Iceberg Hammer, part of a finger bone still stuck in his shield. "Go ahead! Try that again!" Ragnir bellowed. "I'll knock you over the side!"
Wed, 07/15/2015 - 23:46
#245
World of Contraptions.
((Spirals, I think the word youre looking for is "karma". Omens are more related to visions about the future, which I dont see much connection with not posting too much. Unless I misunderstood the context of your comment.))
Mundy hesitated for a while. Serah and Ara were likely in a tight spot, and the map was just about done downloading, but he came to the conclusion:
"Yeah, we better finish checking this depth before going anywhere above or below."
and followed Chael into the small forest, his gun gripped firmly.
Mon, 07/20/2015 - 09:15
#246
Grip the future firmly in these hands!
((In Spiral's situation, I'm pretty sure the word is neither Karma nor Omen; Karma being a measurement of someone's action in the scale of good and evil, doesn't really fit all too comfortably with that sentence, and an Ill Omen would simply mean something bad will happen.))
My feet clinked and clanked, the sound of metal bouncing off metal as I made my way to Aralon and Serah.
I was nearly there, then Ragnir contacted me via Comlink.
"Keep going southeast, Ragnir; You should find the next elevator there."
I checked the map, and sure enough, Aralon and Serah were only 30 feet or so away.
A rather interesting looking door blocked my way... Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted that same Wrench insignia.
Gremlins...
This disguise would only last a few seconds; I'd best hope that I can get the jump on the enemies that might be inside.
I grabbed my Falchion and unsheathed it, while grabbing my blaster in the other hand.
Thu, 07/16/2015 - 18:46
#247
Ehhh.., Wha?
(( Hmm.. That is rather confusing to me, so what word will fit in the blank then? ))
As the duo walked inside the dense forest, they caught up to something odd. It is a meteorite, still hot, and is filled with holes. More over it is also covered in the same slimy substance in the prints. "So we were following a meteorite? That's not even logicall" Chael sighed "Altought this entire place is indeed illogical..". The bomber stepped forward to see the rock more clearly. It smelled like ash and.. jelly? "What the.." He mumbled, finding a walking lumber is one thing, but a jelly meteorite?
It can't be right!
Chael extended a finger to take a bit of the slime covering it. He pressed his finger to his tounge, it's sweet and has a nice scent. "Give me a bottle of this and I could make a delicious slime cheesecake" He said in a sarcastic manner. He activated his comlink.
" Chael here, has any of you found ANYTHING that taste like jelly? And no I am not kidding, we found a jelly'orite! "
Thu, 07/16/2015 - 19:43
#248
"Jelly..."
Shaking his head Amaria slowly made his away out of the forest into the clearling.
Well its nice that I can hear them but at the same time whats wrong with people. Whatever, I just need to meet some one other then these furry creatures.
Fri, 07/17/2015 - 16:42
#249
World of Contraptions.
"Hey, dont just stick that alien goop into your mouth! We dont even know what it is made of!"
Mundy immediately protested against Chael's display of empirical experimentation, but didnt separate him from the meteorite. Instead, he just grabbed an empty vial from his bag and, with one hand equilibrating his Magnus agaisnt the rock, filled it with the yellow jellatine.
"....just dont be surprised in case you catch..hum.... space...herpes....whatever, I'm a technician and a gunslinger, but not a biologist."
Mundy sealed the vial and stashed it in his bag.
Chael would probably leave a comment about what he just said, but something suddently moved near the bushes standing up front the meteorite.
Fri, 07/17/2015 - 21:40
#250
FreezingSnap FTW
"What doesn't kill you mak-" Chael was just about to response, when suddenly he saw a glimpse of red in the bushes. "Be on your guard" Chael drawed out a freezing vaporizer and a coldsnap. "Hey, I'm going to do the same combo I did with the lumber, just more cold this time. If the thing out there did not answer back, this bad boys are going to freeze it. Then you take it out with your gun, how's that for a plan?" The bomber stepped a few foot back, and prepared for the barrage.
"WHO'S THERE?!" He screamed on top of his lungs. No response. "I'm going to count to three!" He cried out again
"One!" He activated the bomb fuse
"Two!" He prepared to throw the bomb
"Thre-" A barrage of spikes showered the bomber, however he has succeded in tossing the bomb combo. Not many hit him, but 2 has managed to pierce his shoulder and foot. Chael flew back from the sheer velocity of the thorn bullet. He screamed in agony. He could feel a stinging pain in his wounds, as red blood flowed through the holes in his body. If the armor did not soften the blow he could actually die in a instant.
The bomb exploded. It created an orb of cold mist, freezing everything in its radius solid. In the center of the explosion– Barely Vissible– He could see a gigantic crimson goo. It's body is covered in thorns, and it has a lot of tiny balls inside it.
"There! Shoot!"
(Am I advancing the story too fast?)
"Oh, you're right! But what if those were just mean ones, and these ones are curious?" Den replied. "What if they live in cages and this is like, a hotel?" However, as he said it, even Den doubted it himself.