Dark Age IFF Entry
[b]Tunnels below Damascus[/b]
The others had already gotten to the computers by the time X, Spike, Tybalt, and Damien had entered the control room. The dust that had long since settled into a peaceful slumber were brushed aside by the party. The only lights left in the room were those of the monitors, a plethora of screens all illuminating the last of the Purge's known great monstrosities. There Haringoth lay, still dormant, but for how much longer was anyone's guess. Hunched over in its inactive state, it still managed to instill a sense of dread to all in the room.
"Cut the cables!" Durein yelled out to his team as he met with failure once again at his terminal. The squad abandoned all hope at stopping the computers, stubborn autonomous machines that were vehement about finishing their final task.
[i][color=darkblue]Go and do what you can to those computers. I'll turn this room into a freezer in no time.[/color][/i] Her siblings left, hellbent on uprooting the AI from its position of power from within the terminals themselves by overloading them as she focused on the task at hand. Her arms rose to the air as she began to sway, her eyes a chilly blue as she called forth her incantation: "[i]Winter's Embrace[/i]." Despite all their efforts, no one knew for sure if Haringoth's arising had been thwarted, or if a great trouble were to awaken before their very eyes. None, save the Computer itself.
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[b]Technocrat Research Facility - Nevada Desert[/b]
Chameleo stood before Serges and Napalm Man in the remains of what once was Serges' office and private study. Between the damage he gained from Shadow Man, and the shrapnel from Napalm Man's charges, his cloaking system was off-lined until he could get some repairs. This left Chameleo in a dangerous predicament: a 1-on-1 and a half. While Napalm Man couldn't see, he could still hear where the reptilian reploid was, and dodging his half-aimed shots hadn't been working together. Chameleo and Dr. Light both agreed, this had to end quickly.
"I'm sorry to rush you old friend," Serges gloated from across the room, "but I'm afraid my Zero and I have great business to attend to, and I can't be wasting all my time on you." Aiming his left rifle at Chameleo, he yelled, "This altercation....is OVER!"
The lizard did the only thing he could: he ran. His Rolling Shield engaged, he ran to the one spot in the room that would end this entire fight quickly. He ran right in-between Napalm Man and Serges and took a gamble, relying entirely on his centuries of experience. Firing a charged shot from his tail only two feet in front of him, he leaped into the air and watched the fireworks from above. Napalm Man fired where Chameleo shot, hitting nothing but floor, however Serges' shots landed dead on, killing the final robot master in the room. The explosion was immense, sending the airborne fighter into the wall on the opposite side of the room; his shield useless in bracing him from the impact. Serges found himself floored, as he cursed using such an explosive lackey in such an enclosed area.
The Technocrats earned their reputation as having the most advanced technology at their disposal, as the walls and ceiling remained intact, despite the damage caused by the combatants. The lab was built like a tank on the outside and interior, and everyone still alive and conscious was celebrating this fact at the moment.
Serges was the first to get up, but Chameleo was the first to fire. His aim true, both the buster rifles Serges was holding were punctured with spines, the second of which blew up in Serges' hand. With nothing left to attack with, and no more minions at his disposal, he sought to retreat, as Chameleo could move only his tail and head.
"We'll continue this another day. Ta-ta!" he said as he ran through the doorway. Chameleo let loose a very audible curse as he shut his eyes, frustrated at having failed his mission. He opened them again, however, when Serges was sent flying back into the room. The loud thud his body made caught Chameleo's attention, but not nearly as much as seeing his partner emerge from the hallway. Sevir's armor was certainly in need of repair, and he was bleeding from his forehead and left leg, but there he was.
"You were right Serges." His energy sword drawn, he approached the fallen Technology Minister. "This altercation is over." He brought his blade to Serges' face, and the formerly cocky reploid fainted.
"Oh no you don't," Chameleo yelled as he fired one last spine, aimed at his former friend's neck. Serges' body spasmed violently below Sevir before resting.
"Thanks Sevir. I'll haul him in and figure out what we can learn from this traitor." At least, that was his intention before he collapsed on the floor. His body could no longer hold him, and when he awoke outside, Sevir was gone. He and Serges lay in the desert sands for only a moment, until the two were teleported for their next destination.
The others had already gotten to the computers by the time X, Spike, Tybalt, and Damien had entered the control room. The dust that had long since settled into a peaceful slumber were brushed aside by the party. The only lights left in the room were those of the monitors, a plethora of screens all illuminating the last of the Purge's known great monstrosities. There Haringoth lay, still dormant, but for how much longer was anyone's guess. Hunched over in its inactive state, it still managed to instill a sense of dread to all in the room.
"Cut the cables!" Durein yelled out to his team as he met with failure once again at his terminal. The squad abandoned all hope at stopping the computers, stubborn autonomous machines that were vehement about finishing their final task.
[i][color=darkblue]Go and do what you can to those computers. I'll turn this room into a freezer in no time.[/color][/i] Her siblings left, hellbent on uprooting the AI from its position of power from within the terminals themselves by overloading them as she focused on the task at hand. Her arms rose to the air as she began to sway, her eyes a chilly blue as she called forth her incantation: "[i]Winter's Embrace[/i]." Despite all their efforts, no one knew for sure if Haringoth's arising had been thwarted, or if a great trouble were to awaken before their very eyes. None, save the Computer itself.
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[b]Technocrat Research Facility - Nevada Desert[/b]
Chameleo stood before Serges and Napalm Man in the remains of what once was Serges' office and private study. Between the damage he gained from Shadow Man, and the shrapnel from Napalm Man's charges, his cloaking system was off-lined until he could get some repairs. This left Chameleo in a dangerous predicament: a 1-on-1 and a half. While Napalm Man couldn't see, he could still hear where the reptilian reploid was, and dodging his half-aimed shots hadn't been working together. Chameleo and Dr. Light both agreed, this had to end quickly.
"I'm sorry to rush you old friend," Serges gloated from across the room, "but I'm afraid my Zero and I have great business to attend to, and I can't be wasting all my time on you." Aiming his left rifle at Chameleo, he yelled, "This altercation....is OVER!"
The lizard did the only thing he could: he ran. His Rolling Shield engaged, he ran to the one spot in the room that would end this entire fight quickly. He ran right in-between Napalm Man and Serges and took a gamble, relying entirely on his centuries of experience. Firing a charged shot from his tail only two feet in front of him, he leaped into the air and watched the fireworks from above. Napalm Man fired where Chameleo shot, hitting nothing but floor, however Serges' shots landed dead on, killing the final robot master in the room. The explosion was immense, sending the airborne fighter into the wall on the opposite side of the room; his shield useless in bracing him from the impact. Serges found himself floored, as he cursed using such an explosive lackey in such an enclosed area.
The Technocrats earned their reputation as having the most advanced technology at their disposal, as the walls and ceiling remained intact, despite the damage caused by the combatants. The lab was built like a tank on the outside and interior, and everyone still alive and conscious was celebrating this fact at the moment.
Serges was the first to get up, but Chameleo was the first to fire. His aim true, both the buster rifles Serges was holding were punctured with spines, the second of which blew up in Serges' hand. With nothing left to attack with, and no more minions at his disposal, he sought to retreat, as Chameleo could move only his tail and head.
"We'll continue this another day. Ta-ta!" he said as he ran through the doorway. Chameleo let loose a very audible curse as he shut his eyes, frustrated at having failed his mission. He opened them again, however, when Serges was sent flying back into the room. The loud thud his body made caught Chameleo's attention, but not nearly as much as seeing his partner emerge from the hallway. Sevir's armor was certainly in need of repair, and he was bleeding from his forehead and left leg, but there he was.
"You were right Serges." His energy sword drawn, he approached the fallen Technology Minister. "This altercation is over." He brought his blade to Serges' face, and the formerly cocky reploid fainted.
"Oh no you don't," Chameleo yelled as he fired one last spine, aimed at his former friend's neck. Serges' body spasmed violently below Sevir before resting.
"Thanks Sevir. I'll haul him in and figure out what we can learn from this traitor." At least, that was his intention before he collapsed on the floor. His body could no longer hold him, and when he awoke outside, Sevir was gone. He and Serges lay in the desert sands for only a moment, until the two were teleported for their next destination.