Spitfire.

Greetings and salutations, friends. I am Arzar and I have always wanted to make a fanfic about Spiral Knights. After seeing all the other AMAZING fanfics I decided to make my own.
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The howling came ever closer. The ominous, terrible howling. I looked down to Spitfire, my Vog Cub Wolver. I tamed him. I love Wolvers. They are so nice if you know what to do. He looks at me and gives a slight yelp. I sigh and step outside of my house. I stare at it. A howling tornado tearing apart Haven bit by bit. I grab Spitfire and sprint out the door. He jumps out of my arms and runs alongside me. We reach the Arcade and looks at me sadly, like the time I came in wearing the Vog Cub suit I'm wearing now. I watch as the other Knights dive onto elevators and as they go down. I dive into an elevator with another three Knights and the elevator sinks into Cradle.

"And the energies latched onto my very being." Magikal tells us. "My chest began to itch and I ignored it. It got terribly worse and when I got back to my home in Haven and threw off my armor. I glanced down at my chest and a large rune was inscribed on it. I stared at it. I swiftly searched through my many books and only one symbol matched the rune on my chest. It was the symbol of the Nameless Realm. Shocked and terrified I sat on my bed. It took me a month but I finally acquired myself a Chaos Cloak and Chaos Cowl. I thought using it would allow me to tap into the raw energies of the Nameless Realm and I did. I can now control fire, shock, freeze, curse, poison, sleep and stun." He demonstrated his powers and his hand began entrenched in fire, shock, freeze, curse, poison, sleep and stun. One by one. I was amazed. "Alright Magikal is done. I'll go." Said a voice from across the room. I looked at the location where the voice came from. "I am Gremette..at least that's the only name I know..." I stare at her. She seems so sad and solemn in her Valkyrie set. "I was born into Gremlin...slavery. They don't just kidnap Knights but they also enslave them. They take them to mines and force them to work there. I worked there with Mama and Papa for..." She counts here fingers one by one. "This many years." She holds up seven fingers. "Just before the end Mama and Papa were to be...killed. We were thrown into cages and Gremlins picked us up and took us to a...place. There was a drop. It seemed endless. All the way down to the Core I'll bet. First they pushed Mama. She screamed all the way down. Papa was next. I was about to be pushed but then the Elevator came down. A squad of Knights killed the Gremlins and saved me. They took me and gave me to Spiral HQ who taught me how to read, write and talk." I stare at her. Her story... I shake it out of my mind. I place my hand upon Spitfire's mane. I scratch him and say "I shall go next. I was raised as a normal Knight. Trained, taught to read and write. That sorta thing but the twist in my story is...when I was on my first run through of the Clockworks I just cleared my first level on my own. Fire-based. I was going to the Elevator but I heard whimpering. I looked to the direction in which it came and there he was. Glowing in all his glory. A brilliant Wolver. Just a tiny cub, though. I took him home." I scratch Spitfire a few times. "He spat fire everywhere and I named him Spitfire. I trained him and he became like a son to me. He saved my life ten times over and I have saved his, too." I look around the room. Magikal is using his powers to control a Curse and Gremette is practicing using her Biohazard. The last Knight is in a Dread Skelly set. "You go Dread Skelly." I say to him. He looks up and nods. He begins to etch words into the ground with a Tringlav. I walk over to the etchings and look down on them. I read them out to Magikal who is still using Curse and Gremette who hasn't got up. "I was once mortal like you. I went to Firestorm Citadel and faced many an undead. What I hadn't known is that I was in a Shadow Lair. Darkflame Vanaduke cursed me to be an immortal undead. This armor is me. I am undead. But good. My free will is retained and I continue to tick like the Clockworks themselves. I lost my name a few months ago. I took Dread to be my name because of the Dread Skelly set I wear." I look at Dread. He looks back. I can tell he isn't lying. Someone with that stare wouldn't lie.

Very intense and nice way to begin a story! I really like it! And you make Spitfire sound so cute (aren't all wolvers...?)! I can't wiat to see what's next! Keep up the work!
Editing: "There was enough space for us to slide through. I grabbed my blade and tore it out of the wall." Or you could say ripped, forced, w/e lol!
Can't wait for more!

And a special thanks to Hexlash! You made me want to pick up the story once more.
Chapter 4
I slowly get up. I must have slept...Dread kept lookout. He can't sleep. I wake up Gremette and Magikal. "Alright friends. We must find the elevator and get back up to Haven. This may be the deepest depth anyone has ever been in but we can pull through." Magikal makes his hand burst into flame and Gremette raises her Darkfang shield. "If they intervene...flame and death await them." Magikal mutters. Dread looks at him and etches some words. "None deserve to be undead. 'Tis a curse older than the end of time and younger than the beginning. Death's cold embrace latching onto your soul but not taking you is horrible." I read out. Gremette remains silent. I stroke Spitfire and whisper to him. "You read, boy?" I go through the mist wall and look around. Nothing yet. It seems very...strange. Dread unsheaths his Tringlav. I ready myself for an ambush. This cannot be. I step through the tunnel and look around the city. It's..beautiful. Buildings of Gremlin designs. I cannot believe what I am seeing. There are skyscrapers, well in this case top-of-cave scrapers and things and tiny huts for single Gremlins. I look to the others. Dread is unfazed, Magikal has readied flame and Gremette...Gremette. "NO!" I shout as she charges towards some innocent Gremlin citizens. I pull her back and all eyes are on us. "Run!" I shout and we begin to run past the Gremlin citizens. We get stopped by horde upon hordes of Gremlin Thwakers. "Let us through please..." I say. "We don't want to cause any trouble. If you let us go we will leave you alone." One of them hisses. "You killed innocents. You must pay!" I look to the Gremlin. "What do you want? Crowns? Energy?" "That!" It hisses. He points at Spitfire. "Not in a million years, ugly." I realize what I just said. We are all doomed...

It's always awesome when you have someone who actually cares about and reads your fan fic, especially if they provide support! It really does make you feel a whole lot better, and it makes you strive to write more!
As for chapter 4, awesome, it had humour cleverly thrown in, but not so, that the action is unbalanced! I might suggest slowing down a bit, and describing things just a little more, because I was a confused at what exactly was going on at first.
Editing: " "You ready, boy?" "

"You ready, boys?" The Gremlin hisses to his friends. He points to me "You. Flame-fire. You ready to have your squad dead?" I looked at him. I clenched my teeth and unsheathed my Fang of Vog. "Shut up, Fuzzy. You ain't getting Spitfire! Or any of us!" The Gremlin stares at me. "Nobody talks to Grotty, captain of the guard like THAT!" I burst into laughter. "Grotty? You're name is a-actually Grotty?!" Gremette grabbed my shoulder. "You are not wise, Arzran." I never mentioned my name did I? I am Arzran, son of Arzar. Anyway I looked the Gremlin right in the eyes. He looked back at me. "Let us go. Now!" He hisses at me. He looks over his shoulder to his Thwaker, friends. "We gotta take these ugly beasts out! Let's show them the power of the Great Colony! We always need more work in the mines." I hear a scream. Gremette darts past me and kicks Grotty in the face. She then shoots him and he dies instantly. "Nobody deserves your cruelty, BEAST!" The Thwackers attack Gremette as fast as they can. I charge in and slash several of them with my Fang of Vog. A few catch fire and begin to spread it to all others. I drag Gremette away from the flaming death and look at her. "Unconscious but not dead." Magikal says. "These things on the other hand will now know the taste of a Curse." His hand glows with the curse rune and sends a pink glowing ball. It collides with the horde of slobbering Thwackers and they charge at us. The Curse kills most of them leaving only a few. They grin and look up behind us. I turn around. It's terrible. Horrible. Gremlins wearing packs that allow them to fly. These packs each have another four arms each one with something different. A flamethrower, blade, gun of some sort and a bomb dropper. These at least twenty or more. One of them hovers towards us and drops a bomb. It shatters Dread into a pile of bones. "Dread! No! I needed to study your Curse!" Yelps Magikal. Magikal freezes the flying Gremlin and it smashes on the ground resulting in a large explosion. Dread's head rolls to me. His eyes blink and I grin. Dread's head floats up and his body, or should I say skeleton, reconstructs itself. I look to Magikal who is unconscious next to Gremette. I ready myself. This is going to be one heck of a fight. Suddenly I feel a pain in my head. Everything goes black.

I gasp and wake up. I look around. I'm in a pit. I look up and see that there are iron bars blocking exit via climbing. There is a locked door left of me. I look around and see the petrifying sight. Spitfire is unconscious, Gremette is crying, Dread is reconstructing himself piece by piece and Magikal is attempting to make his hand burst into flames. I moan. "W-what happened?" Dread takes a piece of paper from Gremette and hands it to me. It reads: A Thwacker smashed Arzran in the head and we got taken to this pit. They told me to tell you when you wake up that Gremette is to be executed, Spitfire to be served to King Tinkinzar, Arzran to be put to work in the mines, Magikal to use shock to generate power and Dread shall be studied. I stare at the note. All of us to be split up? No! I look around the prison. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. We are doomed...no. I can't give up. I stand up. We are Knights. We will overcome these terrible beasts! I look to Magikal. "You can get flames, right?" He turns to me and says. "You awoke? Good. Yes I can." I walk up to him and whisper my plan into his ear.

Yay! (Wait how is 'yay' spelt wrong? Stupid grammar checker thing :C) Can't wait to see what happens next!

"Fetch the bone Spitfire." I say to him as I throw the sparkly white bone. I snagged it from one of the Gremlin's burnt bodies. I throw the bone and it bounces against Dread's head. Spitfire jumps after it but he shatter Dread into a million pieces. Spitfire looks around confused and proud of himself. He did manage to get alot of bones. I walk over to Dread and moan. Something tells me reconstructing this mess is going to take a while.
"Done. Thanks for helping after you got control of your arms back, Dread." I say. I hear footsteps heading down the hall. Small footsteps. I look to Magikal and say to him. "Fire sure is an interesting thing, right?" Magikal nods and makes his hand burst into flames. The Gremlin's open the door and he sends a blazing inferno of a fireball at them. They scream as a massive explosion occurs. It was my idea. Make spitfire melt the walls in order to have oil drip from them. It worked and it made a highly flammable substance. I was sent flying back when the explosion happened but I'm already everyone else is getting up. "Hurry! Before reinforcements get here!" We dart out of the prison and slay a few Gremlin guards. Then I see a horrible thing. To tiny Gremlin children are weeping at a statue. The words on the statue say R.I.P Grotty. "Oh..." I say. Gremette drags me away and hisses in my ear. "If you feel sorry for those beasts I'll cut you up!"

"Gremette you murdered a father!" I yell at her. We found a small alleyway to hide in. "Keep it down." Hissed Magikal. "I'm trying to uncurse Dread." Gremette mutters, coldly. "And they murdered mine." I sigh. It's no use. She won't give in. I guess it's one of those things... I stroke Spitfire and feed him Virusk beak. I found it in a garbage can. I stand up. "Right. We have to find the elevator and get outta this place. I swear they've already raised the alarm." I say. Magikal waves his hand dismissively and says. "No no I don't want an alarm or your elevator fee to help with the uncursing." I sigh. "Gremette take care of Spitfire, will ya?" I say to her and wander out into the city.
I was right. Guards are everywhere and my Vog Cub suit isn't up to scratch for sneaking around. I try it anyway. I slip through an unlocked door and look around the house. A fridge a bench and a...Gremlin cooking some delicious food. I slip into another room will it's not looking. There is a sleeping child. On it's bedside is a bag full of candy. I swipe it and look back into the kitchen. The Gremlin is still cooking. I can't kill it...I don't want to make this child an orphan. Every death is a tragedy to someone somewhere...just as Grotty's was. Heh, Grotty. I laugh a little bit at that name and here a whimpering coming from behind me. I spin around and the child is awake. It's about to scream but I put my hand over it's mouth swiftly. "Don't even think about it, kid. Or I'll make you an orphan." I realize what I said. I can't become a cold-blooded monster. I quake in fear of me becoming something I'm not. I pull myself away from the child. I smash it's head with the hilt of my Fang of Vog. He gets knocked out. I knock out the adult and get back to the alleyway.

I never REALLY thought about it that way :S it made me tear up (or there was something in my eye lol, idk XD)

I drop the bag down onto the ground and it bursts open. Everyone begins to eat like pack of ravenous Wolvers. Especially Spitfire...he IS a ravenous Wolver. "I haven't had anything this good since the Dark Harvest Festival..." Says Magikal. "It IS the Dark Harvest Festival you dolt!" retorts Gremette back at him. He pulls back shocked and appalled. "I am an ascending scientist-wizard and I do not need a lowly warriors opinion!" I look at the squabbling duo and moan. "By the way..." I take out of my pocket, a poster. It reads: WANTED. THESE UGLY KNIGHTS FROM THE SURFACE HAVE COMMITTED A LARGE SUM OF CRIME AGAINST KING TINKINZAR. BOUNTY OF 1000000 FOR EACH. DEAD OR ALIVE. They stare at the poster and their jaws drop. "Mhmmmm...We are wanted for various crimes. We gotta get out of the city. Any ideas?" Dread raises his hand and takes a chunk of wood from a trash can. He uses his blade to etch a message into it.

We crouch around the corner. "You sure about this, Dread?" says Gremette. Dread puts his bony thumb thump up. I rip his skull off his spine and roll it in front of several Gremlin Thwackers. They scream as his head floats up, curse energies glowing around it. They bolt for it screaming "I'm going back to Depth one! It's better than this!" I guide Dread's body back to his head and reattach it. We follow the Gremlins.
I peek around the corners as we dart from alley to alley. As the Gremlins flee we make sure to have Dread's head scaring them. I pass through the street and take a look at what we have be searching for. The Elevator. The Gremlin's dart into it and are beginning to type in commands. The party walks in. "Stop right there!" Hisses a Gremlin as he readies his weapon. I stab him with my Fang of Vog. The other one flees into the city. We get into the Elevator and punch in some commands. I sigh with joy as we float upwards towards Haven...how I've missed you so...
The Elevator stops. We aren't at Haven. "What is this trickery!?" Shouts Magikal as he readies a sleep spell. A terrible foulness seeps into the Elevator. Magikal begins to scream and cough and wheeze. "What the?! Are you-? Is that?" Yelps Gremette. "Planar! Namele- Tele-" Magikal wheezes. "Runes! Fie- This lev-!" He hacks and then vanishes into nothingness.

We walk into the eerie corridors of the Clockworks Tunnel. No monsters. Not a single Wolver. Not even the tiniest Gremlin or the nicest ghost. It's an empty void of...nothingness. But...everything. I feel like Shadow and Elemental energies are coursing through my veins. I can see fire spit out of walls and ice seep through the roof. It is terrifying. I look down to Spitfire who is growling at everything. "Shhh, Spitfire." I say to him. Each step feels like an eon. This place is so strange. I glance to Dread. What is that he is doing? Some sort of Shadow-Curse magic. It's power...I feel it from here. A few metres away from him it seems like reality itself is changing. I do not know what is happening...this is like in a different realm...

I hear whispers coming from nowhere. "Is it over?" "Help me..." I. They are whispers of Knights. I grasp onto my Fang of Vog. I look around. I see Magikal. In a bubble of energy. I glance around eerily as Gremette screams "Magikal! What the-?" She shoots the bubble and it pops. I hear a terrible howling. An ominous groaning. A ghostly giggle. Some sort of wolver-ghost warps to where Magikal was. It howls at us all. I feel a ringing in my ears. By the looks of it everyone does but Dread. He just stands their, sword readied. He jumps at the ghost and slashes it several times. It warps into a Gremlin ghost and the ringing stops. Gremette apparently had an itchy trigger finger judging by what happened after that. After an exchange of fights the ghost warps into a Devillite ghost. "Stop the morphing!" I shout as I set it ablaze. It howls in agony. It begins to vanish into nothingness. "Haven will be destroyed once more." It was a whisper. "I do not understand!" I yell. The others look at me strangely. We head towards the elevator at the side of the wall and walk into it.

I slam my fist against the Elevator buttons. We begin to soar up. "Is it over?" I hear Magikal say. I feel strange...were those whispers? I put the thought out of my head. The Depth meter slowly raises. "12, 11, 10, 9" Gremette is counting. As the Elevator raises to Haven I see ruins. Collapsed buildings. It's terrible. There are Knights, however. Rebuilding Haven brick by brick. I look around. A few Knights glance at us. "Commander! Commander! More survivors!" I look to the Commander who is walking towards us. "Tell us everything you saw, Knights." I nod.

How did you manage to squeeze two chapters before me? lol, can't wait to see what happens next...

As for spitfire, in my fan-fic, I'm too lazy to mail you, so I'm just wonderin, can you accept some form of, idk 'wolver armor' or something? If so, let me here some ideas on it :D

"And then we reached Haven." Gremette finishes. I glance to Dread and Magikal. The Commander nods. "That...ghost? Thing it sounded like Stranger folklore known only as the Nameless One...but I highly doubt it. You should get some rest and then help with the build...and that Vog Cub will be confiscated. Arzran you are going to be hearing from HQ. It is illegal to keep rare beasts." I stare at him. I can't do a thing. A single wrong move and I'm thrown into the Core. I nod. I look down to Spitfire. I hope he doesn't falter. I hope he doesn't fall. I look to the others. "Right." Gremette says. "I need to go and check if my house is alright. "As do I." Magikal replies. Dread wanders off. I'm on my own...forever this time.
To Hexlash: Do whatever you want for Spitfire. The armor would probably be plate but remember it would impair his movement.
To everyone else: APPLICATION ARE RE-OPENED YEAAAAAAH! I had application opened before I started the story. It was a flop. Now you can have your character in the story too. (Note that our favorite magic-man, gremlin-hater and undead will still be in the story.) Application format below.
Name:
Bio:
Personality:
Loadout
Something Unique:

Name: Critzer
Bio: Was found on the streets, scraping up crowns from small things she would do after escaping a money hungry man who she was given to in exchange for a boy to her family. They felt a girl was not suited to becoming a great knight so they decided "Oh, lets just get a boy, trading her for him". But Critzer didnt like working for this man, making money that she'd never be able to use, so she ran away, only to run to the streets, scraping up crowns. On the streets, she learned a little know how on money making, and she would also see spiral knights sometimes, walking bye with stylish armors and costumes. She soon grew in age and was able to become a recruit in the spiral order, already gaining a large amount of crowns after being on the streets, she was able to bribe the pumpkin king for more tokens, giving her the ability to sell and keep some costumes she recieved from certain lockboxes. She also ascended through star rakings in equipment, making her a large intrest to the Spiral order.
Personality: I kind person inside and out, truthful and loyal, and always likes to look sharp. But she is a sort of a hoarder when it comes to items, and less to money surprisingly. But in battle, her heart shuts closed with doors of iron and her mind puts away the thought of money and pulls out plans and stategies for battle. She also likes playing with fire.
Loadout: Ash tail coat and cap, Daring rigadoon, Blazebrand, Firo driver, wise owlite shield.
Something Unique: Likes to have fun in the coliseum and has a (hallow) fur coat with a bomb bandoleer and a hallow tailed helm with vertical vents. She also likes Mewkats :3
P.S She had found a kitten mewkat in a level once and tried befriending it, but she was unsuccessful in having it stick with her. But she does see it time to time, making a mew when she catches a glimpse of it then disappearing.

name: Topoyozada
Bio: was a lonely child and was in Devillte slavery. When i was 4 i knew how to use SPIRALsoft word!!!!!!!!! was found by a brave knight going on a solo run to Vanaduke trying to get a look at his blitz and his DA. Was then brought back to spiral HQ and was taught how to write and fight....... Was going to ask someone to adopt him when a Spiral knight name Yttriu adopted him and named him her brother. Is now known to be a great hybrid, but a reckless one too..... He wounded numerous members of Beta, Delta, and other numerous squads in the process of trying to to save a pencil.... A PENCIL!!!!!!!!!!!
Was presumed MIA in the operation Ghost in the Machines but my sister Yttriu made her own squad GIlmlamnar squad in attempt save me.... The guardian and the Recon was heavily wounded while the others were MIA. He is also a great and loyal friend and is now working as a technician for the guild Aegis Team.
Personality: Loyal, friendly..... but sometimes also really a Chatterbox! His guild calls me chatter 'cuz im a guy which has a lot to speak about! Shy, actually has a disability..... I'm actually Dumb*means cant speak*!!!!!!!! I am is the master of plans....*kinda* and My Favorite element is Poison... as i always say...."hehehe...... POISON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Loadout and Rank: Champion with the following loadout: Mighty Defender, Ascended Calubuir, Master Blaster and Mighty Cobalt helm and Armour.
About her: likes to troll around in Haven...... wears the Hallow fur coat( Liquidizer crest) with the Hallow Pith helm(with Mounted display and Hallow Ribbon) His favorite monster is the Gremlins... as I looks up to them as master of the Freakin' art of Building, Crafting and Inventing.

Critzer: Accepted. At first I was a tad confused but after re-reading it I saw your story. You're in. But if you could change your loadout it would be much appreciated. Arzran is wearing a Vog Cub set. You're wearing an Ash Tail.
Topoyozada: Denied. I was extremely confused with your application. Feel free to revise it.

ok...gotta think of one now...
To the WIKI :D
I mean, i could say im going for skolver since wolver coats are quite popular.(or snarby :3)
But sense it is your story and your rules i guess i can wear a rock jelly mail with a rock jelly helm since i dont wanna use any of the armors the other characters are wearing. I would have picked the bomber or gun sets but they dont match my weapon set what so ever
Sorry about the confusion, I would have made it better if the substitute in my class wasnt being a pain and always being over my shoulder...
P.S. May i keep the little mewkat part in there, adds a little bit of character mystery of how that will affect critzer later on :3.

"Arzran you stand accused of taking a beast to Haven, keeping it from HQ and considering this is a rare beast we have yet to study more charges are to be added. What do you plead." Says the Commander. "Guilty." I say. There is nothing I can do. "You have one of three options. Buy the Vog Cub for one thousand crystal energy, kill it or we shall take it." I stare at him. Heartless beast. Can't respect a living thing. I look to Spitfire in his cage. They had to make a special one 'just for him'. It's because he melted the first three. "Fine" I mumble. I throw a thousand units of crystal energy on table in front of him. "Now unlock Spitfire so I can get out of here." I say to the Commander. "But first you must tell us everything about the Great Colony Capital, Arzran. We have been searching for it to destroy it. Making it burn can save the Knights." I look to the Commander. Still heartless I see. "There are innocent Gremlins feeding their children down there! They have done NOTHING!" I shout at him, alerting some of the builders. "I do not care." I yell at him and slash him with my Fang of Vog creating a wound in his chest. I rip the key from the necklace on his neck and unlock Spitfire's cage. "You disgust me." As I leave one of the builders walks up to me. "That was very brave. I'm Critzer. Nice to meet you, Arzran. I've heard quite a bit about you." I peer at the strange Knight. "Why are you interested in me?" I say to the Knight. "Are you kidding?! You and the Nameless One?! I wanna see that! You sounded like you had the best adventures! Anyway you just lost a fortune so you better get some crowns. Let's go to the Arcade and find some more Knights." Critzer says to me. "Fine." I say to Critzer.

Yay ^_^ :3
(psst, dont forget, Critzer has a few ways at makin lots of moneis :3)

When I said armor, i was thinkning of something... more cute, like, specialized armor to make SF, more powerful, such as claw thingys over his claws, or some kind of armor on his back, not like squishing him into sk armor lol

Do whatever you want to him with his armor. It would have to be crafted EXACTLY for him, though.

Name: Spirems ( lol Spiral Knights - spiralem militis in latin)
Bio: Really hot guy from mexico, jk lol NO. A knight that has really good humor (hopefully) and can raise the morale of a group really quickly. Has a ridiculous amount of friends, who all enjoy being around him, because he makes everything seem like it'll be better. As a fighter however, he may talk too much, or take lightness in a situation, but he knows when something needs to be done, a decent attacker, with decent skills.
Personality: Really sassy and acts like a baws, jk lol NO. Really out-going and takes in new situations well, kinda hard to pick a fight with him, cause you'll never know if hes joking around or actually mad, but when he is mad, which no one had ever seen, he completely stops any form of humor and talks straight out. Always looks on the positive side.
Loadout: A ban stick and nothin else, absolutely NOTHING ELSE., jk lol NO. A Dusker coat (if you no likey, then a elemental cloak) and an miracle hood. wields a shockburst brandish and a Firotech Alchemer Mk II. His shield is a twisted targe with a smiley face drawn on it.... too lazy for caps lol
Something Unique: He smacks women's 'behind' for fun, constantly., jk lol NO. He really really likes snipes. Actually owns an acheron given to him by a friend, but hates how it is so dark and 'unhappy-like'.

I look around. So does Critzer. The Arcade has been leveled. Ruins and collapsed pieces of metal and cement are everywhere. Nobody can be saved out of this map. So many dead Knights...so much slaughter. I look to one of the few remaining Elevators and I walk towards it. I feel a hand wrap around my ankle. I jump and look down to the Knight. A tattered Miracle Cloak and Miracle Hood. He manages to wheeze a few words, "Hellpp...meee..." I stare at him for a few seconds before screaming "CRITZER! THERE'S A SURVIVOR!" Critzer dashes over to us. "Help me get him to a Medic." We pick him up and take him over to a Medic. The Medic looks to him and asks him "Will you be okay?" He replies with. "Other than th-the brookkeeen bonees and concussion, I'l be fiiineee." I smirk at him. He's a joker and he'll be fine. "Critzer go search for a fourth Knight and try to get some Crowns." She nods and wanders off leaving me with the Knight.
Hexy I changed your loadout a bit because we all have 4-5* gear, K?

Lol, fine by me :D
Woah just realized you called me hexy XD

i wanna join the story!
Name: Topoyozada
Bio: A spiral knight that was captured by devillites and was in Devillite slavery until a Knight named Yttriu saved me. Is a chatterbox, most people call me annoying while my friends call me humoring. He is a great Hybrid fighter but when in danger, will always make a quick quip. have always gotten knocked over by monsters because i was talking too much. A loyal friend when you need him, he will sometimes joke and put the squad in danger of dying.
Traits: WAY into assecories. Great technician: invented a few inventions for Spiral HQ, but was rejected, E.G the flaming ball of death...... the Ice cold hand of death....... Teeth of death...... all rejected.
Personality: I am a shy person, who is able to crack some jokes in the face of danger. Loves mewcats but was almost killed by one when tried to keep one. Favorite color is black as it is the color of death.
Loadout/Rank: a Champion, with full cobalt gear.

Heh, I wonder what you'll do with my character.
Name: Pholo
Bio: Spirilian Vangaurd. Spiral HQ doesn't know too much about him, as his records were destroyed along with the raid of Haven. From his story(if you ever feel the need for an explanation), claims long before the raid, his squadron and himself went on a prestigious mission to destroy the gremlin's remodel of the Roarmulous Twins known as "Red Roarmulous". Problem was, he was unprepared armor-wise with Heavy Demo, but had the skill of an elitist bomber. Upon the end of his journey with his squad, the twins severely damaged him as a whole through his armor. His squad carried him through the rest of the clockworks path and stumbled upon the Sanctuary as they escaped the Swarm. Pholo was not going to make it as his body was not fully intact and the injury only bled through his armor, so in a last plead of hope, his squadron used the alchemy machine in the sanctuary to create an electric powered armor, capable of keeping Pholo alive as long as he did not take the suit off. He then claims the Swarm begun to invade the Sanctuary and was thrown onto the elevator by one of his fellow comrades as the rest fought the Swarm in a last-stand effort. Pholo then drifts off, only remembering the elevator skyrocketing to the Arcade and a few bystander taking him to the nearest medic.
Personality: The oddball of sorts, makes everything a joke(not comedic, more like embarrassment or "saying it as it is") until something goes bad. Real bad. Doesn't cooperate with the team like he's supposed to and, instead, communicates with others only when he feels like it. He's always seen meditating or studying his gear or his surroundings. When he is needed, he'll act upon faster than a heartbeat and always says something wise at the most random/unusual times that is later needed in the future, as if knowing what is going to happen. [Not sure if this is good, as I've never written I bio before so... yeah...]
Loadout: Since T3 seems to be the gear:
Mercurial Demo Helm
Mercurial Demo Suit
Swagger Storm
Nitronome
Whatever else weapons you'd like is fine too~
Something Unique: Refer to Personality. Also, when Pholo is downright angry, the motor on his back will begin to electrify strongly.

Name: Umbra Dragunov
Bio: Defender Elite who awakened from the crash landing right after the Groundbreakers (You know them as bet-testers) set up a proper post in Haven. Signs show that he has a mental condition, which results in apathetic behaviors. Despite this, the knight has been reported to be a decent, if not perfect, squad Guardian. During his time in the lower tiers and ranks, Umbra has been known to also show signs of mental instability, especially since he was brought along to help scout The Swarm.
Loadout:
-Volcanic Plate Helm + Trojan Disguise
-Volcanic Plate Mail
-Cold Iron Vanquisher
-Valiance

"And as i pushed the little girl out of the way I got caught up in the rubble. It smashed me in the back. Luckily none of the rubble hit my head or else I'd be like most of the other ones." I nod as Spirems tells me his story. Critzer walks up to us, chatting with another Knight in Mercuial Demo gear. "Whose this one, Critzer?" I say to her. "He's Pholo. He's a bomber. I don't think you're squad has had one before, yes?" I nod. "Never had a Demo. It was just me a swordman, a gunner another sword...undead and a magik user." Critzer grins. "Yes, yes. You and your unlikely squad. And you're forgetting him." She says as she nudges Spitfire with her shoes. "We should get going." Spirem says. "Before Spiral HQ goes after you, Arzran." I nod as we head towards the Arcade...

"Stop right there you flaming figure, you!" says a voice. I look to the Knight. "Arzran you are hereby under arrest for assault, keeping a dangerous beast from Spiral HQ and disclosing information about the Gremlin City." I sigh. "The Gremlin City is full of INNOCENT GREMLINS. With FAMILIES and FRIENDS. Things that I'm starting to think Spiral HQ doesn't have." The Knight looks at me with rage as I glide into the Elevator with the rest of my squad. "You best come with me! You better." I growl and unsheathe my blade. "NO! Just leave us be so we can go and get some supplies." I spit at his feet and press the button. The Elevator closes up. "You can't run forever!" The Knight says as he drops a piece of paper down into the Elevator. I grasp it and look at it. I read the first few words and then give it to Spitfire so he can burn it. The first words were troubling...Wanted: Arzran.

That's a real nice piece! I love how the story went in that part, it's suspenseful... hmm, you should have joined Tev's contest, I'm sure you would have done well :) Or could of done well, not sure what tense to use since the judging isn't over... lol

Name : Alexander
Bio: a knight who hadn't been on field duty for a long time. Few years ago he was founded by a group of veterans in the clockworks. They found him dying in the gloaming wildwoods where it was assumed that his team left him there dying. He was brought back to haven and was patched up, but his feelings can't be patched.
Since then he never spoke a single word or either tried to make a single contact with anyone, nobody knows whats in his mind or what he is doing, as his eyes shows nothing but emptiness.
Personality: He never spoke to anyone since he couldn't 'trust' anyone anymore, he is always absent minded and doing things that would be very unpredicted. He also has trauma over wolvers.
Loadout:
-Faust
-vitasuit deluxe
-night blade
Something Unique: Surprisingly, he is very robust making him almost powerful enought to withstand any attacks and us seem that nothing will be able to move him,he is also very tall and muscular build. As well as not being able to speak, he is also unable to write, making him extremely hard to understand.
Everytime he sees gremlins, he would smile and would rarely say "furry"

The Elevator halts. As we step out danger looms around us. Darkness through a corridor of an ancient ruined city...the walls have moss hanging from them and Devilite runes etched into them. The remains of Devilites are scattered throughout the corridor. As we step through the shadows seem to move and attempt to grab us.... As we step into a dimly lit room a circle of Knights are bowing in front of runite carvings. The carvings burst in a flash of light and a massive, horrible, crying Trojan has appeared. "All hail the Trojan of Woe the Lord of Shadows! The Angel of Death and the Crying Devil!" The Knights chant. The Trojan laughs and slashes at one. The Knight collapses upon the ground and mutters. "I have done my part..."

I grasp after Spitfire as he leaps at the Trojan and gnaws at it's stone. It wails in pain as it's arm hits the ground. The Knights who were summoning the Trojan scream and take out their pistols. They fire at us and Spitfire leaps up into the sky and a sight I haven't seen in years occurs. Spitfire actually spits fire. The fire burns the Knights and they collapse to the ground slowly dying. The Trojan has other ideas, however. It charges at us and leaps, it's sword about to collide into Pholo...

Yayz, just gonna bring this to the front, so we don't lose it again lol

Appy for you! :)
Name: Terza
Bio: A knight with a lot to learn other than tactics. The son of a duke(no, not Vana, silly) and a member of the Order, he is highly expected from. Currently missing, he's indifferent, in a loner way. Frequently in his favorite place in the Firestorm Citadel, where he's not expected to be at, he often spars with Vanaduke, and the two end up being friends. He often carries two Blitz Needles, ending up major firepower.
Personality: Indifferent in a loner way, Blocks everyone else from what he's thinking, Likes modern-age music.
Loadout: Ancient Salamander Set, two Blitz Needles, Parrying Blade(as sidearm) and Grey Owlite Shield.
Something Unique: A muscular build and extremely fast, despite all the weight his loadout suggests.
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Lol, Feline, the name Dragunov reminds me of Rhi'a Dragunel of Sands of Destruction, both anime and game. :)
The other Knights yell at me and Spitfire as we descend into the Clockworks. I keep him calm and make sure he dosen't attack. "You could have made three Vog Cub Coats out of that thing! Three Knights' lives saved! Instead you save a beast?!" The Knight says. Another one mumbles, "Vog Cubs are so rare that Spiral HQ dosen't have one to research." The Knight raises his voice into a shout, "You should have turned that in!" I stroke Spitfire's soft, warm fur. I whisper into his ear, "You're not a bad boy. You're just different." Spitfire pricked his ears up and I hear the howling go louder and louder. I looked up to the other Knights. "STOP!" I shouted. "Listen." I whispered. The howling made the elevator shake. We stood in a Limbo for a few seconds and then suddenly I heard wires snapping. The elevator went plummeting down. I grasped for my Fang of Vog's hilt. Did I mention I like fire? I do. Anyway, it took me a few tries but I managed to grasp it. I yelled to the other knights, "Copy me if you have a blade!" They nodded and unsheathed their blades. In synch we stabbed them all into the walls around us. The elevator stopped and the blades strained. I looked down to the level below us. "Not possible." I heard a voice say. "We couldn't have gone past Depth 29." I stare at the Depth Meter. 30? Wow. That's amazing. The Elevator was barely hanging. There was enough space for us to slide through. I grabbed my blade and teared it out of the wall. I fell and smashed onto the ground. Thump. Thump. Thump thump. The other Knights followed me. I moaned and listen to the other Knights groaning, too. I looked around the room we were in. Metal, with cogs everywhere. I looked to the other Knights. "Let's sit and wait...ugrgh...get to know each other?"