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Post by Lady Ruliya on Feb 5, 2015 23:14:55 GMT
So I've received a few things from Knuks, a few mini Warlords stories he's been writing during his training. He asked me to look them over, transcribe them, edit and add to them as I deemed necessary and post them. So I hope you enjoy. Here is the first batch. I'll get the rest up soon.
Playing Video File: Birth.
“I was born thirty-six years ago in Los Angeles,” Marcus began, “I never met my father, he was out of the picture before I was born. My mother however, she died when I was six,” he pauses momentarily to take a drink of rum, “A drive by gone wrong.”
The screen flickers fast as its skipped ahead.
“I raised myself, I fought, I stole,” Marcus smiles, looking just off from the camera, “I met good people. When I was seventeen US-Chinese relations broke down. At eighteen I joined the army, at nineteen I was deployed to the Forbidden City,” Marcus sighs.
Duchesses voice comes from behind the camera, “What happened?”
“Well...” Marcus begins, before taking another swig of his rum, “ Towards the end of my deployment I was in a convoy heading back to the F.O.B when we were ambushed,” he pauses as he looks briefly away, “ A trap, set by a close ally of mine, a friend. I found out the hard way just how thin the line of friendship can be.”
Marcus remains silent for a few moments, gathering his thoughts, “She sent an RPG right up the tailpipe of my goddamn Humvee. A few seconds after I’d dismounted, probably the only reason why I survived. The fiery wreckage was a blur in my vision as I tried to get to my feet. I heard her boots scrapping along the ground, making her way towards me.”
“She was one helluva fighter, and it wasn’t a simple task putting her in the dirt. Her betrayal hurt more than any bruise she gave me before her end, more than the little present she left me,” Marcus gestures with his index finger, glass of rum still in hand, to the scar above his left eye, “Something to remember her by. Something to remind me to always be cautious of whom to trust.”
“When I finally got back to the states I took my leave in Florida, where I was approached by a strange man. He said he was in the military and was looking for soldiers to volunteer for a secret research project,” Marcus takes another swig of his rum, noticing his glass nearly empty he reaches over to grab the bottle sitting on a desk beside him, “Naturally I was skeptical, but then, then he pulls out a check from his coat pocket,” Marcus laughed raucously as he poured more rum into his glass and placing the bottle back on the desk, “ I don’t think I’d ever seen more zero’s one after the other in my life. So I thought fuck it, and agreed.
“That night they took me from my home as I slept, courteous of them don’t you think?” Marcus laughs a great big laugh as he downs the rest of the rum from the glass, “Thus began the most horrific year of my whole. Fucking. Life.”
**
The screen goes blank as the video ends.
“Wow...” Arianna’s mouth was agape, she was unsure of what to say.
“Yeah,” Sheila responded dryly.
“Is...” she hesitated, looking at Shiela, “Is there more?”
“Oh, much more,” Sheila responded.
Downloading video File...
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...complete.
Video File 2 selected for playback.
Playing Video File 2: Rebirth.
The screen flashes on, once again Marcus is sat across from a camera, glass of rum in his hand, bottle on the desk beside him
“So what happened next,” Duchess asked from behind the camera, “After they took you from your bed?”
Marcus swirls the glass of rum in his hand, looking into the glass as he does so before downing the glass and filling it up again, “They broke me,” the words sounded foreign in his mouth, they sounded painful, “They would perform these... experiments on me, these surgeries. Injecting substances and removing large amounts of fluids.”
“They’d pit me against other test subjects, people I’d never seen before who looked like they’d gone through the same amount of shit as I had. They’d watch us, record us. Observing the carnage we wrought upon one another.
“That sounds horrible,” Duchess says, her voice filled with concern.
“Tara...” Marcus looked towards her, behind the camera, his voice was low, almost a whisper, “Nothing will ever compare to the depravity, the atrocities committed behind those steel walls,” He pauses as he takes another swig of rum, regaining his composure, “I didn’t know they were preparing me for something. Testing me to see what my chances of survival would be.”
“I remember, near the end, I was put into a new cell, an observational cell if I recall. Across from me was another cell. In it was a humanoid being suspended in the air. It was the freakiest thing I had ever seen in my life. It had translucent skin, it had no facial features Tara, I’m talking no eyes, no nose, not even a mouth. Fucker was bald as an egg too. His limbs seemed to be stretched out far more than that of a normal person.”
“On the door of the cell was his subject code: S13NDR.” Marcus said stone-faced, taking another swig of rum as if shaking off a chill down his spine. Duchess was sure she’d seen that wrong, Marcus didn’t get chills down his spine. The very shadows behind him seemed to growl.
“After seeing that... that thing, I steeled myself. Got myself ready for a fight.”
“When the guard came for me I fought like a man possessed. I managed to actually kill two of them before their defences overwhelmed me, beat me down, knocked me the fuck out and dragged me away. I regained conscious not too much later though, and when I did we were in some sort of elevator, descending deep into the Earth. The elevator hit an open air portion, allowing me to see it.”
“The Forge,” Duchess interjected and Marcus Nods.
“As I would soon learn, the facility had been built decades ago when they had first uncovered it. It wasn’t until a year or so before my abduction that the Light itself had come, rushing through the Earth into it. When the facility discovered it could change things into something more powerful they decided, because of course they did. Scientists with a new toy? They decided the best thing they should do was experiment with it, try to develop some kind of super soldier."
Marcus shook his head as he took a long swig, downing the rest of the glass, and refilling it, “Idiots.”
“They forced me into the chamber and flooded me with the Light,” The bottle falls from his hand mid pour, splashing dark liquid across the floor. His eyes had a blank look on them, as if he was staring through the floor to the very core of the planet, “Nothing can ever describe the pain... the anguish...” He looked up and straight at Duchess, his voice softened, sounding almost hollow, “It broke me Tara, literally tore me apart before re-knitting bone, muscle and sinew. It... It killed me, yet somehow kept me alive. When it had finished whatever ghastly things it was doing to every cell in my body I found that I was different.”
He took a few moments, reaching out with his powers to bring another bottle to his hand, and just drank straight from the bottle, “I was taller, larger, stronger and I could feel everything metal around me. From within the camber I could see and hear the scientists shaking hands and congratulating each other, on another successful test I’m sure. “
“I had survived indeed. One more notch on their belt, one more super soldier in their army. As soon as the chamber opened though, my rage took hold. Everything they had done to me, all the tests, and the people I had been forced to kill just to survive, the things they had done to others, to that... thing that sat in suspension across from me in another cell, I let loose. My rage flowed forth to greet them. As I strode over their bodies in my rampage, not sure how many I’d killed, or how far I’d gotten, until something snapped me back momentarily. There down a corridor was my cell. My subject name emblazoned on the front: V01-On. I launched a body through the door. Splattering the corpse and damaging the cell and the subject name. I took it as my new name. On that day... Vokun was born.”
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Post by Lady Ruliya on Feb 7, 2015 19:27:32 GMT
Playing Audio file 2.5: Visions
“Marcus...” Duchess asks tentatively, her voice once again echoing from behind the camera.
“What?” Marcus asked back knowingly, his face one of ambivalence.
“You’re leaving something out,” She said back, her tone flat; she was having none of his avoidance tactic.
He groaned in response, “Do I have to?”
“Yes you have to,” Duchess scolded, “These things are highly important; it’s why I’m recording them.”
“When I died, in the chamber,” Marcus began, he spoke slowly, directly, making sure he had the right words, “I discovered that the Forge was somewhat sentient. It... It spoke to me,”
“What do you mean?” Duchess asked, her curiosity piqued.
“It had unintentionally destroyed those it had attempted to communicate with before me,” He said, his brow furrowing as if trying to piece together the memories of that moment even though they had been forever seared into his mind.
“My will was somehow strong enough,” he was still speaking slowly, “I wasn’t destroyed like the others, my mind remained intact. It showed me something Tara; it showed me this glorious civilisation, at a height of technology I can barely even comprehend even now. This Race, this shining power was being destroyed, no not destroyed, completely annihilated by some mysterious unknown force that I couldn’t see.”
“Well that’s not good,” Duchess said matter of factly.
“Yeah,” Marcus said, “In an attempt to stave off what they saw as their true end, they sent their most precious and powerful item off into space.”
“The Light,” Duchess said with a sudden realisation.
“The Light,” he echoed, “It was sent off into space to a receiver that had been placed centuries ago apparently, on the other side of the Galaxy. A small backwater system no one in their civilisation had ever even heard of. They thought it would be safe here.”
“And then what?” Duchess pressed.
Marcus was silent for a minute, looking off into nothingness, when he spoke it was as if he hadn’t heard her question, “I saw what will happen to us. When this force comes when they arrive here,” he looked up and directly at Duchess, his eyes wide, “The Earth will burn, billions will drown in blood. Humanity will be extinguished, just like the makers of the Light.”
The room hung with silence for several minutes. For once Marcus had no rum to drink, he just let his words sink in. Eventually he spoke again, looking up and back into the camera, “But... I saw another path, one where we can fight, one where we have a chance to survive!” Marcus pauses as he realised he’d gotten half to his feet. He sits back down and looks straight into Duchess’ eyes, “It is a choice, not chance, that defines our destiny.”
“The Forge showed me visions of our future. I chose to forge a new destiny for us, for all of humanity. These destroyers are coming Tara, and I will not fail this world.”
**
The video ends. Watching the video files had been exhausting for Mistress, so much so that she had collapsed onto the desk. A pair of black tentacles snake out from the shadows, they carefully pick up Mistress’ sleeping body and escorts it to her bed chambers for her to sleep out the rest of the night. Sheila found herself thankful that, for the moment, she had avoided an awkward conversation. She too gets up and walks out of the room to find a place to shut down her external body for the night.
***
The room sat dark for a while after Sheila went. The screen flickered back on. A dark figure looms over the screen as it plays the next of Duchesses Files. At the time he’d found out she’d recorded this particular one he’d almost gone off on her. She said she needed to record all the data. It was always about the data.
Playing Video File 3: Monsters
A large guttural howl echoed through a large room, a bottle slams against a wall smashing in glorious wonder, shards of glass and dark liquid going everywhere. A blue energy field radiated out like a ripple across the wall from where the bottle hit to the edges of the room, dissipating halfway around the room in each direction.
“Sheila, I order you to deactivate the diffusion chamber. NOW!” Marcus roared, fury radiating off of him and his words.
“I am sorry Creator: Marcus, but I cannot do that,” she replied, “Your blood alcohol levels indicate that you are seven times over the limit for even one of your size and weight, moreover your blood pressure has risen by 42 percent and your heart rate is at two-hundred twenty beats per minute. “
“You’re saying I’m drunk and angry!?” Marcus snapped.
“Affirmative,” Sheila replied.
“You’re goddamned right I’m angry!” Marcus roared, “Do you know what I’ve just lost?
“Mar-“ Sheila tried to interject but was instantly cut off.
“I just lost the closest thing my daughter had to a big sister, I just lost my second in command, the fucking F.O.B Alpha, and... and, I just lost the entire fucking Wara’s!” Marcus’ rage was palpable.
Sheila was growing more and more concerned, his power was emanating from here, she could feel it, not only that but it was seeping through the field.
“I should have slaughtered that Japanese bastard...”
“Marcus,” Sheila tried to analyse a way to calm him down, “ You created your Warlords...”
“MONSTERS!” Marcus spat out, his eyes had become shining white, “Six horrific, destructive monsters! My monsters... for I am the king of monsters!”
Sheila was now extremely worried, Marcus had spread his powers out across the Ark, ripples of his power causing power failures, sparks as electronics exploded, pipes bursting filling areas with steam, walls and doors becoming severely dented. .
“Marcus, please” Sheila pleaded, “You created the Warlords for the greater good, you conquered...”
“The world, and for what?!” Marcus shouted, his anger still far above boiling point, “A fucking vision that may or may not even come fucking true?! Do you know how many people were killed while I walked down this path?”
“Marcus...” Sheila was desperately trying to calm him down, as consoles in the room she occupied exploded.
“Four billion Sheila, I fucking halved the human population,” the Ark began tearing itself apart as his powered rippled fiercely across it, “I have the blood of four billion on my hands. Mine, Sheila, not my Monsters, mine. They are an extension of me, I did this... ME!...”
As Marcus roared loudly, Sheila executed emergency protocol 44-C, shunting all reserve energy from all systems into the chamber, overloading it with power, and fortunately overloading Marcus, causing him to fall unconscious.
Sheila brought up her communications and transmitted a call, “Duchess, your presence is required on the Ark immediately.”
“I know,” Duchesses voice came over the comms, “I’m already on my way.”
**
The video screen flickers off, leaving the room, and the individual in complete darkness.
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Post by CosmicBehemoth on Feb 9, 2015 7:56:26 GMT
The only "problem" so to speak is because of not joining the RP, I have almost no idea who these people are or what the setting is, or anything like that.
I could definitely stand to read more though in the future, though.
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Post by MugiwaraBlair on Feb 10, 2015 0:05:14 GMT
It's especially obscure because Warlords is an AR of H&V that only exists in planning form for the most part
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Post by shadowknight on Feb 10, 2015 19:30:33 GMT
Nice. Hey Ru, tell Knuck to keep up the good work next time you write him.....and tell him I send my best.
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Post by Knukails on Aug 3, 2015 23:48:54 GMT
“Wynter, coffee’s ready”! A computerized voice chirped. A well toned woman rises from the chair she’d been napping in. The merc sleepily made her way to the kitchen & grabs the pot. Humming an old song to herself, she pours half a box of sugar into the pot. She could almost hear the nagging that used to coincide with her morning habit. Taking a satisfied gulp from the pot she makes her way though her home. It resembled a nice apartment. Shelves full of anime, manga, movies, games & figurines. The walls were covered in related posters & a large holoscreen dominated the living room. Hooked up to it were an assortment of gaming consoles. She stops to look at a tattered red sash; the standard once emblazoned is now barely visible. The armor standing under it is in similar condition. With a solemn sigh the merc moves on to her bedroom.
After putting on an old shirt & a some shorts she places her half empty pot on the coffee table. Grabbing a laptop from said table she flops onto the couch, placing the laptop on her stomach. “Cross, activate the blackout array”. Wynter says into the air. “Gotcha boss”! The computer voiced replied. A low hum enters the home along with the lights dimming low. ‘Smart ass’. She thought as her laptop came to life. “Okay, lets see who’s hiring….” Her fingers were like a blur as she checked her relays. “Gotta favorite employer yet boss”? Cross asked as he cross checked relays in the background.”Ehhh Reznov is pretty good for straight cash, Hawk got me those copies of the Gurren Laggan movies…-“. “Boss, gotta ping on the R.F. relay”. Cross suddenly stated. Wynter smiles as she opens it. “Ahh Mistress, she gets me the best things”. “Like last time sh-“. “Wynter”. A rough voice said, cutting the merc off. Her Holoscreen flared to life as the video message played. Her eyes go wide.
“My daughter speaks rather highly of you, duchess does as well”. She couldn’t believe it was him. “They say your the best-“. He was unconvinced, she could see it in his face. “I’ll be the judge of that-“. ‘He’s…aged’. She thought. He’s face had a few more age lines & scars. His beard & hair were grown out with streaks of grey in them. His bright green eyes where now a dull gold. Yet he still had that powerful, unfazable granite expression. “Enclosed within is a high risk task to test your skills-“. Wynter had curled up on the couch, enraptured by the transmission. “Should you succeed-“. The merc’s mind raced. This man had damned near raised her. He broke her then trained & rebuilt her into something powerful. “The rewards will be great”. “Do not fail…Vokun out”. The transmission ends. “I won’t sir…” Wynter whispered. She franticly downloaded the mission. That man represented the thing she wanted back most, Home. As she reads the mission outline she smiles brightly. “You always spoiled me sir”. “Whats the job boss”? Wynter got off the couch & headed to her armory. “Looks like I’m hitting Tenzin’s Golden Dragon convoy”. She smiles ever brighter as she starts switching to her undersuit. “His most favored one”.
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Post by MugiwaraBlair on Aug 17, 2015 18:30:07 GMT
Marcus sighed in frustration "Damn fools, what a waste" he muttered. A waste of all the time he had put in following and observing that man, the man who was now lying in pieces strewn across his devastated yard along with his family. And worse, considering the demonstration he had just witnessed, a waste of considerable power that could have backed his project. Gazing disappointingly over the ravaged sight before him one last time, he turned to walked away.
"Daddy ! Mommy !..Daddy ?..." She looked around the gruesome scene, witnessing the gore littering the area, looking down at her feet slosh in a pasty blood substance, one of the last swirling bits hitting her around the right eye as the reality of the situation hit her mind.
"DADDY!!!! MOMMY!!!!
'A survivor ?' he thought 'One of their kids, their eldest, the twins were babies'. "Damn it I don't have time for this..although, maybe she inherited the meta gene" He turned back and approached the little girl. As he got close she grabbed a large wooden shard and lunged at him. He was surprised but nonetheless stopped the assault.
"Hey ! hey ! I'm not one of the mean people, they already left". She let the shard go and it tumbled in the salsa at her feet. "What's your name lass ?"
"Kat, but I like my 2nd name better, it's Dominike". Her tone was nearly monotone and her expression frighteningly blank.
"I'm Marcus. I was nearby because I'm searching for special people. Like your, well like your dad." He paused. "I think you might be special too, would you like to come with me ?"
"What about the mean people ? It's their fault, it's all their fault."
"You want to fight ? That's good, I need the special people for fighting. If you follow me I'll teach you how to fight"
The young girl's expression shifted slightly, which he interpreted as being probably resolve. "You can take a few hours before we leave, reminisce, gather keepsakes, etc". He took a walk to scout around and survey, to ensure the government troops weren't still around, or any other intruding presence. When he returned, quietly looking for her rather than loudly calling out. Spotting the child from afar, who was burying the remains, ostensibly shovelling goop into one big hole. He decided to let her finish before approaching and they left Revelstoke shortly after.
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Post by Lady Ruliya on Aug 20, 2015 1:17:04 GMT
Tara made her way quickly, but quietly down the crumbling corridor. The bombing had stopped about twenty minutes ago. Two strafing runs had hit the building she had been hiding out in, in Manhattan. While her lab was still secured deep in the basement, they usually sent in kill teams after the bombings to pick off any survivors. She had to clear them out. She couldn’t risk them finding the lab. Too much was at stake. She made it to the edge of the corridor, and looked out of the twelfth floor window where she had climbed up to. The window was looking west down Eighty-Third Street. There was lots of rubble and destroyed buildings everywhere.
“Fuck this war,” Tara thought, anger in her eyes. She’d already lost her parents a few weeks after the fighting had started. She had hoped to get them to her New York lab, but they’d been caught in an ambush and she’d barely escaped with her own life. She had mourned them for as long as she could. But the tears just lead to weakness. She’d almost been caught in another ambush. If it wasn’t for her quick thinking and pistol gauntlets she’d managed to create out of the weapons of the last fallen soldiers, she might have been killed too. But she’d made it back to New York City and to her lab, which had fortunately not been discovered.
Every day they bombed closer and closer, and today, they’d manage to score a few direct hits to the buildings directly above. She’d worked her way two blocks to her current position. Waiting in the window, sniper rifle at the ready, she was looking out using infra red scopes, so as not to reflect sunlight and give away her position. She spotted a team after several minutes. They were making their way along First Avenue and came to the intersection of Eighty-Third Street.
They were dragging two survivors with them, a small girl, possibly a teenager with shoulder length blonde hair and a tall guy with brown hair; he looked to be in his twenties. She’d not seen them take actual prisoners before. She considered following them to see where they were heading, but decided she couldn’t waste time on that, she had several promising experiments running that she just had to get back to.
She lined up the shot on the guy trailing at the back of the five man team. Took a deep breath and pressed the trigger. Complete silence from the muzzle, the high calibre round flew at high speed directly down and through the side of the guy’s helmet and skull. The body just crumpled sideways from the inertia of the impact.
With the ambient noise seemed loud enough that they didn’t seem to hear him fall and continued on their way. She lined up the next guy. She took a deep breath and fired again as he turned to look down Eighty-Third Street’s length. Bullet hit right between the eyes and he too crumpled backwards.
She was lining up the next guy, who was dragging the girl when they all stopped. Apparently they’d noticed they were down a couple men. She held a finger to her ear, activating a small radio transmitter and receiver inside.
“Oh-four, did you hear me?” the comm. It was coming from the front man. He turned and saw the two men down, “Fan out, we got a-
Tara let rip another bullet hitting him in the skull before he could finish his sentence.
The two remaining guys let go of their hostages, and raised their guns, not that it helped, within moments the pair were both laying on the ground like the rest of their squad. The tow ex hostages were looking around panicked, wondering if they were next, but Tara had already left and headed back down to her lab.
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Post by Lady Ruliya on Sept 14, 2015 1:03:49 GMT
The elevator slowly ground to a halt, and the thick steel doors opened, and out stepped two girls. They walked down the corridor, their footfalls echoing as they went, a small tennis ball sized orb floated around the smaller of the two girls. It wasn’t long until they reached a large foyer type area. A woman was stood in front of a circular capsule that was floating on a maglev track.
“Duchess!” the young girl cried, running up to the woman.
“Arianna,” Duchess smiled, embracing the girl in her hug.
They hugged for about five seconds, before Arianna let go. The tennis ball hovered and glowed blue as it spoke, “Doom insisted on escorting young Mistress down,” it said in a female voice.
Duchess glanced over at the woman clad in armour; even down here her optics detected five guns and four blades on her body. She flashed a smile over, one that was not returned. “It’s so good to see you!” Arianna said, her enthusiasm about the trip she was about to take evident in her attitude. “It’s good to see you too,” Duchess beamed a smile back.
“Hey,” Arianna said looking back over at Doom, who was still stood at the top of the steps that separated the corridor and the maglev section of the foyer, “Marcus said you two are the same age. I wonder who is older.”
Duchess smiled and looked up at Doom, who’s staunch face remained as blank as ever, it even made Duchess giggle a little, “Oh Arianna, you sweet girl. I have access to much information, so much it would make even the greatest computers weep. But contrary to rumour and popular belief, even I don’t know everything.”
“Awwww,” Arianna’s face dropped a little.
“There is much information from before the wars that is lost, even to me,” Duchess explained, her voice had a hint of sadness to it, “but sometimes a mystery is much more fun,” she said, and Arianna’s eyes lit up. She was lying of course; Duchess hated a mystery more than anything. She’d lied more than that too, Doom was two months and twelve days older than her, but she figured it was much more fun for Arianna this way. Never fully knowing.
Arianna danced a bit as she looked at the maglev capsule, “So this is what’s going to take us to Brazil?” she asked, he eyes glowing with wonder.
“Yes!” Duchess said gleefully, “You see the magnetic strips that circle the whole thing?”
“They can take us down there in like half an hour,” Arianna chimed up.
“Yes, much faster than any aircraft,” Duchess said.
“Because there’s no air resistance, or air pressure to slow us down!” Arianna said with a massive smile, happy to remember what she’d been taught.
“Exactly!” Duchess beamed a smile back, “It’s good to know you’ve been listening to what Sheila teaches you,” The floating robotic ball did a few circles and glowed blue, showing its appreciation. Duchess made a mental note to make a more humanoid body for the AI. It deserved to be able to interact on a much more human level; the AI had grown so much since its inception two years earlier.
Arianna made a move towards the capsule, when Doom spoke, “If any harm shoul-“
She was cut off by Duchess, having anticipated such a comment, “Don't lecture me, soldier. She's in far more danger with you than she'd ever be with me.”
The smallest of scowls formed on Doom’s face, trying her best not to let any emotion through, “If anything were to go wrong, I'm there to protect her.”
Duchess looked up at her, “What a warming thought. But she'll be completely safe in my domain,” Duchess noticed Doom was about to reply, but instead she spoke, “I do believe Marcus is looking for you.”
Before Doom could even respond to that, her communicator beeped, “Doom, if your duty is completed down there, I require your presence in the throne room,” without a word, Doom turned around and marched back down the corridor.
Arianna looked up at Duchess, “You really shouldn’t provoke her like that.” She said somberly.
“I’m just having fun with the girl,” Duchess smiled.
“I don’t think she even knows the word,” Arianna said, her eyes looking decidedly at the ground beneath her feet.
“And that,” Duchess said smiling greater, lifting Arianna’s face up gently with a soft hand, “Is why we must teach her it!”
Arianna beamed a smile back, Sheila floating by her side.
“Come,” Duchess said walking towards the capsule as the door opened, “I have so much to show you!” The pair and Sheila entered the capsule, and when the door was closed it sped off at high speed.
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Post by Knukails on Oct 30, 2015 22:59:42 GMT
"Lord Vokun, to medical"! The Arks intercom blared. The Ark was a flurry of activity. Personnel were scrambling to their positions. Wounded of both Marcus & Reznovs forces were being dashed to the medical bay. "Fuck"! A soldier shouted. "Why did that fucking Ivan open a portal"! "So we could help him take back Russia"?! "Fuck him"!
A heavily trashed transport just barely makes lands in an open bay. It's battered door struggled to open before it ripped off its hinges. The troops on board flowed out to tend to the wounded. Marcus walked past, visibly limping. "Lord Vokun report to medical immediately"! The intercom blared again. Everyone in the corridor Marcus walked down turned to him as the announcement went out. No one moved to stop him. As he approached the G.A. bay several Wara's blocked his path. "Get out of my way". He growled. Dooms 2nd Black Rose approached him. "Sir, we've been instructed to prevent your redeployment". Vokun towered over her. His eyes had been slowly turning a dull gold, the mix mash of gold/green gave his eyes an other worldly look. "Who would dare"?! He roared. "That would be me".
A voice said. The wara's part allowing their commander to reach the front. Doom looked ragged & beaten. "Sir, under protocol seven established by Lady Duch-". A heavy back hand to the face cut her off and sent her into the corridor wall. Doom pulled her self out if the dent, her jaw visibly dislocated. Her Wara's tensed by did nothing as she relocated her jaw. "Dushessh". She continued. "If lor Vokun ish serioushly injured teh commader of the Wara guard is to stop him". Doom finished as her jaw and tongue healed. "Sir, your pretty fucked up". Marcus's armor barely functioned as armor at this point. Massive gashes covered his torso. Doom could see where his bones had repeatedly broken and fixed themselves. "Sir, you've been using your ability too much. "The stress it's putting on your body is severely slowing your healing".
His eyes flash white for a moment. The Wara's are pushed to the walls and held there. Marcus walks past as Doom struggles to free herself. Within the deployment bay, Marcus is stopped again by a tug at his belt. "Marcus no"! A small voice cried. Vokun looked down to see a the tear streaked face of Arianna.
"Arianna go back to your room". Marcus stated. He tried to keep walking but she latched onto his leg. "Marcus please no"! "Arianna, now is not the time"! "Daddy don't go"! She cried. Marcus stopped dead in his tracks. "Did you...". Arianna buried her face his Marcus's armor. "I don't want to lose you too...". Marcus kneeled down and gently held her face in his hands. "Arianna, no matter what happens". He started. "My heart will be forever yours and I will fight till I see you again". The girl hugged around his neck as tight as she could before pulling away. Marcus rose and moved to a G.A.
"Wara's"! He shouted. They came to him in a heart beat. "I don't give a damn about protocol". "If I don't go down there and relieve Reznov then the monsters from the other side will overrun the defense". "That will not happen, for this is not how the world ends". As he spoke Doom gave orders she knew Marcus wanted. The Wara's latched themselves to G.A.s
The hatches underneath open, the bay's red flood lights kick on. "WARANGELS, PREPARE TO FALL"! Doom shouted over the ripping wind. Marcus felt a shove on his shoulder. "Sir, you know Duchess is gonna tear you one for wrecking your armor". Doom says bluntly. Signed a smile on his helmet. "Ma'am, what are the op guidelines"? A Wara asks. "OKE". Marcus nods his head. "Operation Kill Everything". His says to himself. The green flood lights flicker and a siren blares. "Here we go... WARANGELS, FALL"!
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Post by Knukails on Nov 7, 2015 4:28:36 GMT
"So". Sheila said, trying to kill the awkwardness. "A topic..". Arianna sips on a freshly cracked beer. "Well come on gear box I haven't all day". She snarks. "Don't be a spoiled bitch". Sheila replied. "Okay I got one". "Who's the scariest person in the world"? Arianna cocked an eye brow at the question and drank. "I'm assuming your recording"? She asks. "Always". Sheila says. Arianna closes her eyes to think. "Well there's different levels of scary to me". "The thing I guess that scares me most is unfiltered unfolding rage". "In that respect I can think of a few examples". "Do tell". Sheila said, leaning forward in interest. "Well there was my dad back when Doom and the Wara's were lost". "Duchess when she caught up to Karatos in the shadow op". "Your first operation". Sheila adds & Arianna nods. "A fucking shit show that was". She sighs. "Someone from her camp passed info over to Karatos about the op". Arianna kills her beer & cracks another.
"Lost women before we even hit the ground". Sheila noted mistress staring into her drink. "When we Landed the Spartans were there". "We weren't ready for that". "Lost track of Duchess for awhile but goddamn when we found her...". She shotguns her beer, tosses it over her shoulder and grabs another. "I've never actually seen Warlords fight before then". "It's a whole other level". "Karatos was so strong, his battle roars literally shook my bones". Sheila could swear she saw Arianna shiver a little. "And Lady Duchess"? She asks. Arianna drinks slow. "She was so fast, so calculating". "I could tell she was enjoying the opportunity to cut loose".
"So what sent her into a rage"? She asked as she watched Mistress power through her fifth beer. "Karatos is stronger than her, when he's all revved he could stagger Caedyrn with a hard hit". "He grabbed her metal arms and head butts her. "You should thank me for your upgrade". He says as he head butts her again. The he shouted something in Greek". "Roughly translates to, I like your struggle". Arianna hand clenched around her beer. "Your captain Lucy must be struggling just like this while the Spartans reap their spoils". Sheila's optics widens. "Oh my...". Arianna nods. "The bastard then crushed her arms and punted her across the field into a boulder". " I heard duchess scream like a demon when She got to her feet". "She took off like a flash across the field, kicking the shit outta Karatos". "I don't think he was expecting her arms to have been fixed by then". "She may have been smaller and not as strong but goddamn was she fast". "Her blows came down in a blur, every time he kicked her away she was back in seconds". "Blasting him with the plethora of weapons her body could make. Around that time he saw me".
Sheila nods "I know that part". "How about Marcus"? She asks. "You can ask Tenzin about my dads rage". She laughs. "Before that the scariest thing I'd ever seen was Doom letting loose". "Doom"? Sheila was puzzled. Arianna tossed her empty can away. "Yeah, ol granite slab doom freaked out once but not as you think". "See, when my dad lets loose he's like a force of nature". "Roaring and cursing". Everything around him is gonna get fucked up". "Doom was different".
"It's was near the end of the Macedonia campaign". "Before the fall of the Warangels". Arianna gets up to raid the liqueur cabinet. "God I've inherited dads booze problem". She says under her breath. "Okay". She starts as she cracks the seal of a bottle. "Breaking daddy's heart, one whiskey atta time".
"Mistress...". Sheila drones. "Right sorry". Mistress takes a pull of he bottle. "So Doom's leading a raid on Tartarus, Karatos's POW prison, with an infil team". "It was her, a tattooed female Kails trooper named Dra & a senior Smilie named Joker". "The details come from him".
"Dra noticed that the prison was guarded almost exclusively by Spartans". "That was odd"? Sheila asked. Arianna nodded. "Usually POWs in New Macedonia are guarded by centaurs & Minotaurs". "This prison was already putting the team off". "The was no visible labor area, no open air torture fields, not even one crucifixion". "That was until they made it to the Labyrinth". "Labyrinth"? Sheila looked puzzled. "Not in the way your thinking". Arianna corrected as she swished the half empty whiskey. "It was the name for the cell blocks proper". "Screams filled the air, wafting from this massive bronze bull". "Several mutilated soldiers crucified & wails from some cells have the horrible tone of someone being violated in the worst ways". Arianna dazed off at her bottle. "They were all women". Sheila's optics went wide. "All of them"? She asked, unable to believe such a thing. Arianna nodded solemnly.
"The captured males were turned into Helots". "The stronger ones into Spartans". "The females...". Arianna's voice drifted. "Dominike said nothing while her teammates railed in outrage". "She simply went around and put the girls out of their misery". "They were so happy to see her, knowing their pain was finally at an end". "She counted for some reason as she killed them". "She never spoke beside that, her from expression never wavering". "But you could see her body tense with each kill". "When they broke into the "wardens room" they were greeted by Herakles". Arianna noted Sheila's confusion. "It's the proper name of Hercules". "This monster finished raping a girl before acknowledging the intruders".
"He bellows this perverse laugh and thanks Doom for her gifts to him". "Gifts"? Sheila asks. Arianna unconsciously rubs her commander seal. "There were three women in total". "Two lie dead and brutalized before the bastards throne". "The other being held by her head, limp and nearly lifeless". "She had a tattoo on her ribs...the insignia of the Wara Guard". Sheila reeled. "Impossible"! She shouted in disbelief. "Wara's are made to be sub-warlord". "How could he capture even one and...". Arianna levitated her bottle to the counter. "Wars's are not invincible". She said solemnly. "Doom was called that & she was in a class of her own; even she found her end".
"Herakles was on the level of senior Wara's". "These girls were fresh in the guard, ambushed by a personally led team of Spartans". "All I can hope is that they fought like hell". "Arianna...how do you know some of this"? Mistress shuffled in her seat. "Back then I used to hack into Dominike's team feed and watch her team in real time". "I unfortunately saw that horrible raid on Tartarus". "Anyways, when Doom saw that her fists clenched". "When the bastard started going on about how they couldn't keep up with him; her gauntlets cracked under her fists". "She took off so fast, Herakles threw the Wara at her". "She dodged her, joker caught the guard, and charges the monster". Arianna shook her head. "Doom didn't believe in overkill". "It was too personal and time consuming from her view". "But this time, he brought out her rage & she let it all loose on him". "She growled out numbers as she punched, kicked and stabbed him". "42 was the final count". "She stood over him and roared like someone possessed". "She roared"? Sheila was leaning far forward. "Loud enough the scramble the audio". Arianna stated. "Looked like she was gonna go in for round two the way she was shaking with rage". "But just as soon as it came she breathed out & was back to the unfazable doom". "She backed off and ordered the other two out of the room". "As they sealed the door she growled a name". "Slender". "Her helmet feed was cut but I could her the slenderman's growl". "Herakles's begging and lamenting turn to yells and screams as Slender ravages him". "All the while Doom simply watched".
Sheila carried mistress down a corridor. The girl having passed out not long after telling the stories. Laying her in her quarters she then sits in a chair and powers down her body. "Archive Mistress interview". She processes. "Analysis reached". "Outcome: keep Arianna from raging". "Outcome: Catastrophic".
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Post by MugiwaraBlair on Dec 6, 2015 5:34:44 GMT
The 7 Precepts of the Wara Dictum, as defined by Commander Doom, 2nd Officer of the Reyes Forge, Captain of the Wara Royal Guard:
Probity -> One’s power to decide upon a course of conduct in accordance with reason, without wavering; to abstain when to abstain is right, to strike when to strike is right, to die when to die is right.
Mettle -> Perceiving what is right and doing it not reveals a lack of courage. Cope well with difficulties, face demanding situations with spirit and resilience.
Rectitude -> Discerning the difference between obsequiousness and politeness. Courtesy is rooted in benevolence. Politeness should be the expression of a benevolent regard for your comrades and superiors; it is a poor virtue if motivated only by fear or good taste.
Frugality -> Exercise abstinence. Luxury is the greatest menace to discipline, and severe simplicity is required of warriors.
Solemnity -> Concern with behavior and a vivid consciousness of personal worth. Value the duties and privileges of one's profession. To take offense at slight provocation shows a deplorable lack of temperance. To the best of yourself endeavour to bear the unbearable.
Devotion -> Loyalty is of paramount importance.
Magnanimity -> Elevation and dignity of mind. Encounter danger and trouble with tranquility and firmness. Exercise martial modesty. Do not be petty, raise above revenge but disdain injustice, sacrifice personal ease, interest and safety for the accomplishment of useful and noble objects.
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Post by MugiwaraBlair on Dec 8, 2015 4:12:08 GMT
*NORTH AFRICA-OUTSIDE RA TERRITORY-CABAL MAIN HQ*
An imposing black man exited his office and walked to a guard rail which he bent over to look down from and greet a small group of his men returning from their assignment. They were carrying a shackled and gagged female teen, putting her on her feet to face their leader, they removed the bag from over her head.
"Who is this ?"
"We don't know, there was no symbols, insignias or colors of any sort, but she was guarded by a pretty big convoy so she must be important, worth a lot"
"Oh ? Interes-" he was interrupted by the girl's screaming into her gag, dropping his pensive expression back to neutral, he signaled to take it off with a wave of his hand and one of the guards acquiesced, pulling off the thick band of tape from over her mouth. "What do you have to say that is so important little girl ?"
"No shit you guys have no idea who I am ! Taking me was the worst move of your lives, my father doesn't negotiate"
"Everyone negotiates with us little girl. Take her to the cell block while I get on the broadband radio"
About an hour or so later the Cabal Leader came to her cell sporting an expression of gloating.
"I sent out a global transmission asking for ransom, your father called back. I told you everyone negotiates with us. He actually had already sent someone, the poor bloke is so desperate he didn't even wait for a demand" he said the last part chuckling. We gave him the coordinates but we sent a group to meet the envoy on the way, they will take possession of the payment and we get to keep you for someone else"
The girl scoffed and lifted her right forearm to display her watch. "Duh someone was sent before you called out, my bracelet sent a distress signal soon as I deviated from the convoy's path"
The conversation was interrupted by a cabal officer rushing towards them bringing a message. "Sir we lost contact with the guys we sent ahead of the ransom, and we can't raise the advance guard either"
"I told you, my father doesn't negotiate"
"He will after we kill his motherfuckers and send him one of yo-" An explosion coming from the front gate interrupted him once again, followed by gunfire, set off alarms, yells and some swiftly silenced screams. "What the hell is happening ?"
The young teen chuckled, then laughed for a second or two. "I'm Arianna Reyes, daughter of Marcus Reyes, aka Warlord Vokun, you guys are sooo fucked !" Though she spoke more to herself than anyone since her hosts had other preoccupations.
"How many of those assholes are there ?"
"I don't know Shaka, can't see shit out there, our guys are just dying left and right !"
"There's just one, that's my big sister out there" Arianna said with a smile.
"Who and what the fuck is your fucking sister ?!"
Still sporting a small grin, she replied: "Her name is Doom, and your death is here"
As Arianna finished her sentence, a broken cyborg soldier flew through the steel door to the cell block, quickly followed by the stone-faced assailant of the base. The two guards adjacent to the door didn't have time to raise their rifles before she simultaneously slit both their throats with karambits, which she sheathed on her belt on either side in less than a blink, followed by grabbing the handle of one of the combat knives on her latest victims' chests, pulling it out as their bodies fell. The Cabal Leader and the officer both opened fire towards her, futily, as their target seemed to warp side to side moving forward, half their bullets missing entirely, the other half being deflected. Reaching the last two inhabitants of the Cabal HQ, the Lieutenant pulled his own blade, a serrated machete, to vainly try and fight his implacable attacker, who predictably enough, simply caught his wrist, swiftly twisted and bent his arm the wrong way around and silenced the subsequent scream by lopping his head off. Meanwhile the leader had started running away. She near-instantly caught up and appeared before him, grabbing and lifting him off the ground by the top of his forehead, she jammed the combat knife through his neck, pinning him to the nearby stone wall. Having purposefully missed his spinal column, his pained gargles could be heard.
Doom went back and tore off Arianna's cell door. "About time !" the girl said playfully, feigning impatient indignation. "By the way why did you slow down at the end ? Were you tired ?"
"Are you unharmed ?" Doom replied stoically
"Yes Doom, I'm fine, they threatened to do stuff I think but they didn't have time : P"
"Alright, let's depart. I will be your guard for the rest of the trip"
"You totally showed off to entertain me right ?" She piggy jumped on Doom's shoulders, ostensibly asking to be carried.
"Mayhaps, think nothing of it". She answered just as the reached the still gargling cabal leader.
"Wait, is he still alive ? Why did you leave him like that ?"
"A present for you, from your father. Pull the pin"
"You big softies" Arianna said cheerily as she did so.
An angry groan could be heard behind them for a few seconds before being abruptly cut off by a dry boom.
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Post by Lady Ruliya on Feb 15, 2016 21:05:04 GMT
Lessons Part 1 - The Meeting
Arianna was being led down a large, long corridor by a tall, red headed woman. She was in combat armour that made her a striking 6 foot, 5 inches, towering over Arianna. The metal boots echoed throughout the corridor as they clanked against the marble floor. Arianna was five paces behind Lucrecia, the armour looked impressive to say the least. Large protuberances jutted out from where her shoulder blades were, Arianna knew that these were thruster packs that would let Lucrecia fly and do all sorts of incredible things. She was a little jealous.
Lucrecia was not only the leader of Death STRYKER unit, but she oversaw all the STRYKER units, and was one of Duchess' top generals. The Death STRYKER's are one of the only three flying STRYKER units. Her armour was gun-metal grey, and sleek. It didn't take too long to reach the end of the corridor, where they were met with a large double wooden door. On either side of the door stood two of Duchess' elite gaurd. The didn't move. Lucrecia moved to open the door. Arianna thought of the weight, and how easily Lucrecia opened the doors. She also noted how funny it was that with all the tech in New Themyscira, that Duchess would still have wooden doors.
The two elite guard saluted as Arianna walked through the doors and into a grand hall. It had large marble columns leading down the centre of the hall, a red carpet lead from the doorway to the first stairs, that lead up to a throne, sat in the centre of the room. Arianna gasped, in awe of the spectacle. Large glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling, an Elite Guard stood beside every pillar. It was definitely an imposing sight.
Lucrecia led her to the centre of the room, where she stepped to the side. Arianna looked up, and saw Duchess sat on the throne. She was in her dark red and black armour, that looked almost regal and commanding.
Arianna had to give it to Duchess, she could hold centre court even better than her father. Sure Marcus looked mean and like he'd break you in half if you even breathed at the wrong time, but Duchess looked almost magical. Like a princess from fairy tales that were in Sheila's library.
Arianna looked up at her, and Duchess wasn't even looking at her, she was looking forward, her face had an air of elegance and power to it. It made her feel a little small, "Warlord Duchess," she said, doing a short bow.
Duchess turned to look down at her, "Princess Arianna" she said, her voice commanding, but soft. She held the gaze for a few seconds, before breaking into a wide grin, which made Arianna giggle.
Duchess feigned contempt, "There shall be no giggling in my court!"
Arianna started laughing.
"You dare make a mockery of this court!?" Duchess shouted, feigning irritation, "Lucrecia take this child into custody!" she gestured down at Arianna to emphasize her point.
Lucrecia of course, did not move, and Arianna was tearing up with laughter, "My dad...wouldn't... like that," she said through laughing fits.
"Yes well, your dad doesn't like much of anything does he?" she said, shrugging her arms.
"That's true," Arianna said still laughing.
Duchess walked down the steps. It always struck Arianna how small she was. Duchess is such a huge personality, that she always forgot she was only five foot four.
Duchess looked over at Lucrecia, "You're dismissed," she then turned to Arianna, "You, come with me, I have something fun to show you."
Arianna then followed Duchess to the right, and through a door in the side of the hall.
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Post by Lady Ruliya on Feb 24, 2016 22:28:15 GMT
Duchess stood in the doorway of a darkened room, not that she needed light to see inside of course. She heard another bottle smash into a thousand pieces against the wall.
"You're drunk," she said in a flat tone.
"Fuck off!" came a bellowed reply.
"It wasn't your fault," she said in a calm tone.
"I should have torn his fucking head clean off!" he roared.
"A power vacuum wouldn't have done you any good," her voice still level.
"Then I should have killed every fucking person he has!" he roarded again, this time shaking the room, filing cabinets crumpled like paper against the now mishapen wall.
"Then why didn't you?" she asked calmly.
"You're right!" he got up and stormed to the doorway, "I'm going to-"
"Sit" Duchess said cutting him off.
He could feel things almost crawling on his skin, "Get your fucking nanites off me." he growled.
"They're just de-toxifying your system." she said
"Who says I want to be sober?" he demanded, his face close to hers.
"Getting drunk and wallowing in self pity won't-" she stopped as a fist hit the door frame next to her head.
She looked at him, her face still expressionless, her voice still steady and calm, "It wasn't your fault."
"I didn't ask for this!" he threw his hands up.
"I know," she said almost softly.
"I didn't fucking ask for any of this! But here we are," he said turning around.
"I know," she repeated softly, "It's still not your fault."
He leaned down and put his face in front of hers and stared at her for a few tense moments before he lifted himself and turned back into the room, he raised an arm, and a fresh new bottle flew to his hand, "Fuck off," he said in a flat tone.
Duchess lingered for a moment before turning on her heels and leaving him to his pity.
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