At the bottom of the shaft, where the path downwards begins, the ground is sprinkled with a fine diamond dust. Any light Fearing his power, any and all underlings flee from their dark hiding places along the path. The path continues downwards into the darkness...
Post by powerkitten on Mar 6, 2016 10:38:29 GMT -8
One of the most arrogant pricks of an artificial intelligence's consciousness flittered about the meteor's mainframe, before suddenly noticing that one of the ancient sensors was going wild. "What, an organic lifeform within the chamber of the heart of the meteor? Who is that meat-bag, and what does he think he's doing?!?"
That obnoxious prick, he's called Cool as Fuck Artificial Intelligence by the way, proceeded to wake up the meteor's resident mechanic... with an obnoxiously loud klaxon, of course. The mechanic, we'll call him RN but his name is really Patrick Careon, wakes up with a start.
"CaFAI, why do you wake me up? What's broken now?"
The boy said, sounding rather displeased at being woken from his deep slumber.
"There's someone at the heart!"
"SHIT, why didn't you tell me earlier."
The SBARG player hurriedly changed into his Heir of Hope outfit, before sliding his ripoff Iron Man armor over it. The armor instantly changed to a kind more befitting of a battle commander, It was a very polished set of Prospitium armor, much less flashy then what he wore normally, Prospit's logo was proudly displayed upon it. He wore a full helmet, very similar to a knights, with a brilliant golden plume. Emblazoned on his chest piece was a symbol, consisting of the Hope aspect symbol surrounded by the rings of Skaia, and the words "Battalion 575-A, Prospit's Hopeful 25" written on it. The boy's eyes changed color to a Prospitian yellow as he reassumed the role of The Hurricane of Prospit. He proceeded to use the bubble's magic to create a group of lean 24 Prospitians, wearing Prospitum armor as well, but more befitting of their role as elite hunters. They were lean, some wielding bows or rifles, but they mostly wielded claws very similar to the one's their commander uses. "Comrades, a most heinous scoundrel threatens to destroy the planet upon which our people now live. AND WE WILL NOT STAND FOR IT! Tonight, the Hopeful 25 shall hunt."
The masked commander of Battalion 575-A sprinted off, his battalion keeping perfect pace behind him. They quickly ascended and out of the Hideout, running across the meteor and descending into the breach. Omega likely heard the clanking of Prospitum boots as the group advanced towards the Heart's chamber.
Last Edit: Mar 7, 2016 9:35:29 GMT -8 by powerkitten: Fixed Color abuse, changed dialog to be their own lines.
The man, Omega, hears the march through a small digital speaker next to him. He pulls up a map and looks at the encroaching group. Omega sighs and taps a few things on the holo-screen. "Probes. Destruct."
The probes that had drilled themselves all across the crystalline fissure start blinking red and then detonate in massive consecutive explosions all along the faults of the meteor. The cracks send quakes deep into the meteor and cause the cracks to become larger and wider. The explosions continue down into the crack where Omega was walking. As the explosions neared him, he vanished in a red haze. As soon as the smoke clears he reappears at the front of the heart chamber.
Post by powerkitten on Mar 6, 2016 11:28:13 GMT -8
Battalion 575-A disappears as The Hurricane of Prospit reverts back into Patrick Careon. His eyes turn back to their normal green, his armor returning to it's normal and stupid looking form. He falls to his knees, and quietly whispers to himself. "I....I failed. I failed them all... This.... this won't end well.... no, it won't end well for any of us..."
Last Edit: Mar 7, 2016 9:32:36 GMT -8 by powerkitten: Fix color abuse, moved dialog to a new line.
Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 6, 2016 13:39:18 GMT -8
On the roof of the hideout, an heir in pale blue with crystals jutting out of various places is shaken awake from his dormant state. He opens his blank eyes. It seems the end is finally drawing near. Perhaps this is the moment he's been waiting for. Nil lifts off the roof and begins floating. He scans the area and spies a rather large fissure amongst the skate park. That has to be it. He flies down into the fissure and makes his way down into the core. Nil enters the core chamber, taking care not to step on any of the crystals belonging to the meteor, least his null powers purge them of their magic. Why does he even care about the safety of the meteor? It's not like anything really matters out here. The fate of a rock in the middle of nowhere is inconsequential. But why does he still care?
An ethereal feminine figure emerges from the spiky glowing blue crystal structure, long hair flowing as if underwater. She faces the intruder and his blade with a forlorn expression. "Why do you threaten me and my children?"
Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 6, 2016 16:06:27 GMT -8
The spirit of the meteor sighs in defeat. She has no choice but to follow his orders. One wrong move could be the end. She must protect her children. "I understand... I will make your stage." She sinks back into the crystal structure and it begins to pulsate brighter with blue light. More crystalline spikes jut out from the main core, reaching for the ceiling. Powerful shock waves crash out, the ceiling is pierced by the growing crystals. Rocks begin falling as the crystals continue striking upwards.
Meanwhile, Nil stands there in the doorway as rocks fall around him. His expression seems rather blank, almost acceptant of what is to come. "So, this is how it ends? Rocks fall, everybody dies? I'm almost disappointed." He looks around the room, it's marginally funny that this threatening man with the same cursed power as himself is likely the only living person in the room. "I was hoping for something more... climactic?"