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| [*] What a Fine Day to Take Over the World | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 3 2009, 02:49 AM (40 Views) | |
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Nov 3 2009, 02:49 AM Post #1 |
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[[[To accomadate you teal deers, here is a tl;dr version.]]] The Full Post is Much Better The reports came streaming in. Scouts, naval vessels, and high altitude radar all detected the same thing: a massive number of Robotnik-style robots parading--through the air--toward South Island from somewhere to the north. From the old bee-style robots to the later, hi-tech versions of Robotnik's recent escapades, the stage seemed to be set on a slaughter of epic proportions, with the plain victors being GUN. Metal Sonic Mk VII, however, had other plans. Using the wetware capabilities of his cohort, Ayreon, he would bring down a hammer of destruction that would clear the base of GUN personnel in short time. A slight fear in one of his many thought processes was that Ayreon's brain was more powerful than his own, yet, by design, he dismissed any thought of someone being more perfect than himself. While a great portion of their forces were heading directly in, Metal and Ayreon were leading a more covert--underwater, in fact--force from the south. They were miles from their destination, and would arrive just on time: fifteen minutes after the EMP had been set off and five after Ayreon's virus infiltrated their remaining systems. Ayreon was comatose within the tortoise mech, controlling the forces as a group and as individuals. He was barely breathing, but kept himself just above the point of requiring life support. It slowed things down quite a ways, having to restrict himself, but he needed to be kept alive for the entirety of the battle and beyond. Nox and Ciara Tepes were long since gone from the island when the first forces broke the horizon. At first, their tiny forms were but pinpricks, the quicksilver mirage of the far-flung rays of light coming from the sun masking their identity, but soon they took the shapes of wasps. They gained color and form, red-and-yellow and blue-and-chrome, bees and birds and all their various model types. Within moments, an alarm rang out across the island and next-generation Beetles were prepared and spread out above the base, aiming at the mass. The gigantic 10b Beetles fired their railguns into the cloud as it approached, creating clouds of shrapnel and molten metal that dispersed the wave slightly. Battleships and carriers fired missiles and anti-aircraft weaponry at the apparently mindless force; they knew not of the true danger to their forces. While the flying Badniks did buzz over the carriers and ships, they did not attack, being shot down by ripples of Gatling fire. The cloud continued onward, towards the shore. Ayreon's uncharacteristic grin widened, revealing pearly white, dual-tipped canines filling his entire maw. A single thread of thought slipped around the victory to come later that day and how he would savor such sweet revenge. A few hundred casualties here, a few hundred casualties there: all were mere build-up to the grand finale that he felt was inevitable. Perhaps plunge the ARK into the atmosphere? That was tried and failed. Robotnik was sure to have a doomsday machine lying around. Of course, he could always adjust the political standpoint from a distance so that he could personally lead a willing public to the dismantling of GUN. It was a moot point, but the blue lizard felt that none of those, not even the simple idea of GUN being destroyed, even with all its men slaughtered, would fill the void left in him by the years and years of isolation. He wanted revenge, but those who had locked him up were long since dead. Unless...? He had read on the net that one of the main players in the defense against the Black Arms invasion was an official who had been part of the ARK all those years ago. A child? Yes, he recalled, he was a child when the ARK was decommissioned; in fact, Ayreon remembered that the man had been on the ARK itself. His brain shifted back to the matter at hand: moving the Badniks unharmed through the waters. As the initial Badnik army descended from above, a blue form pierced the cloud and ran right through the ground-to-air and sea-to-air defenses launched at it, smashing right into the cement structure of the base. Several hundred troops stationed around the island heard the crash, but none saw the pulse that sent the Beetles plummeting to the ground, nor the virus that pierced the GUN computer security programs and infected all but the unattached flash drives and offline terminals. The lights shut off; the droids shut off; the base shut down. Even as the manned turrets let loose a massive stream of bullets, the forces continued onward. Many troops shot at the approaching masses with rockets, and many more fired at the Badnik wave with their own Cycler sub-machine guns, desperate to stave off their impending demise. By the time Ayreon and Seven arrived, the GUN soldiers were fighting for their lives. Casualties ranged in the dozens for the humans and the hundreds for the initial Badnik wave. Ayreon loosened his grasp on the Badnik army and let them go about their own methods of dispersing the soldiers, targeting and firing missiles from his turtle saucer at the dozen or so manned turrets on the boats and ground. Within two seconds, plumes of smoke and flame signified their destruction. The GUN troops around the large cannons ran toward the northeastern shore, where large aircraft from several Prison Island aircraft carriers set down and broadcast SOS signals. Seven laughed evilly as he exited the encroaching wave of robots from the south, who fired and attack the infantry. The many spikes and plates that shot out from his head shifted and whirred, his mouthless lower face splitting open. His eyes, white with red, vertical, rectangular bars as pupils, shifted backwards and what appeared to be a hole to nowhere stuck out from his transformed face, his head broken on an axis, like Pac-Man. However, when his eyes flashed and particles of energy drifted and drew into the plates on the back of his head, he was less Pac-Man and more Sinistar: "Run cowards, I live!" The atmosphere flared, and the laser fired with the strength of a miniature Eclipse Cannon--it was based off the same technology, of course--and ripped through one of the carriers far out at sea. It split long and diagonally, flames burping through the hull as it sagged inwards before finally crumpling in two. The warping force tore the rest of the ship apart, sending into the depths with its crew and aircraft on board. Down, down, they sunk, into the dark waters, corpses to rot for all time. The human troops passed the biological weapons of the robotic druids, the botanical tentacles withering quickly without their caretakers. As Egg Pawns fired rockets and bullets, the camp that held Nox, Ciara, and Saigo Tepes burned to the ground, the automatons within and around fighting for their lives. While at first they gained ground, they too were overwhelmed by the oncoming hordes, abandoning the camp and fleeing with the humans at the coast. The camp set aflame, the withering tentacles dieing as the mechanical Druids were forced to retreat. Seven touched down on the roof of the three-story facade of the base, knowing it snaked through the bedrock far below. The Chaos Drives within his body--mere backup power supplies compared to Robotnik's wondrous power source--were drained to fire the blast, and his head returned to its normal yet still-vile state. He laughed again as Ayreon's tortoise mech fell down, causing the cement to shake, crumble, and partially fracture. A slice of the shell split open to reveal Ayreon, nearly blind from the raging thought processes that controlled the army. Darkness enclosed him as he focused on military frequencies, from the helicopters that had started carrying GUN troops off the island to commands straight from the HQ itself. "This is South Island Rescue Team Alpha, do you read?" "I read you, Alpha, this is Beta, over." "What the hell is going on?" The pilot of Alpha, a camouflaged cargo helicopter, tipped it forward and off towards some far-off carrier of safe point. "I have no idea---AAHHH--KRSHKKKKNNNKKRRHSHSHSH" A rocket fired by one of the remaining Metal Sonic models hit and destroyed one of the other copters, sending it spinning to the ground. It rolled on its side, its spinning blades hitting the earth with a sickening crunch, the fuselage collapsing and then ripping apart with flames. "This is GUN General Samal Marco. All aircraft please report to GUN carrier 064b." The commander followed up with a set of coordinates: a foolish mistake. Ayreon let out of a wave of commands, stored in the turtle's memory and dispersed to the armies. They could do their simple tasks; he wanted to have some fun. That uncharacteristic and creepy grin had burst into a villainous smile, his interlocked teeth shown from ear to ear. Jumping from the craft, he steadied himself quickly before calling to his stored parts. The mech shifted and a series of seemingly random parts fell from it to the ground in a large pile. They jiggled and moved before flying to and around Ayreon, some hidden organ in his brain or body manipulating their circuitry; he didn't care how he did it, only that he could. They fit together almost perfectly, making him level and then taller than Seven, a white humanoid robot with red and white stripes and circles across his surface. Seven looked out at the sparkling waters, oil and debris tainting their pristine surface. "What a fine day to take over the world." "I agree." Ayreon shifted his suit's arm with his mind, the other parts moving around it to form a long barrel. Some device activated within the seemingly haphazardly-constructed limb, and more energy collected from the air into the end of the barrel. After a few seconds, a bright pink beam split the air, brighter and more powerful than Seven's own blast. It flew on for nearly five seconds before a barely discernible shape turned into a ball of shrapnel and dust. "Repeat, this is GUN General Saml Marco. All aircraft rep--" The transmission ended partway through as the high general died, torn to pieces by the vile machinery. Several minutes passed as boat and aircraft disappeared, Ayreon once again back in the tortoise control center. He finalized his plan for defense--dynamic and strong, of course--then took in all the remaining resources below their feet. Weaponry, robotics, experimental supermechs, weapons of mass destruction that, when finalized, would put the Eclipse Cannon to shame, and long-since finished prototypes of devices that would have prevented much conflict. Humans are fools, Ayreon thought. Seven lifted his hands to the sky, grasping at the sun. A clear victory showed he was more than capable of defeating GUN, but also revealed a fact he dreaded: Ayreon was indispensable. He loathed having to rely on an organic to control his armies, but calculated the chances of Ayreon's betrayal at near 0%. "GUN has been defeated. The day is ours." And it was. But there was something else, below his feet and somewhere off to the side. That urge, that power, that... that lust that filled him. The Shards he had tucked within his body resonated, and he could see why with a simple infrared scan: a Chaos Shard. And deeper below, a Chaos Emerald. Wonderful. More than he had expected. His overall victory was assured. "Mark my words, Sonic," he said, invoking the name of his would-be arch rival, had they ever met, "I will kill you some day. I will kill your friends, and your family, and their friends and family, and their friends and family until there is no one left but machines! Technology shall rule; the days of organics are numbered." He shouted at no one as he rose higher into the sky to survey his new abode. What an interesting turn of events, a dark figure thought, sitting atop a throne an ocean away. Edited by Fission, Nov 9 2009, 10:55 PM.
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