"AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." Nightshade's battlecry dies down in his throat as his charge also slowls down to a complete stop. "...ah."
The Juuka stared blankly at the corpse of the reaverbot in front of him, a few inches from his feet paws, letting his longsword turned hand fall down to his side. More faint thuds litter the area. "What the hell's goin on now?" He mumbled, hopping closer to the corpse and poking him with the tip of his blade.
No response what so ever. It was undeniably dead. And so were its friends.
The Greiga Zoanoroid looked around, extremely confused. "Am I...this good?" He added, randomly breaking the unreal silence. "Hello? Anyone there?"
Seeing as no real reply was given and feeling somewhat awkward, Nightshade dropped his fight stance. "Well then, I guess I'll...go back to Xylia and Mary...then?"
He would search for the right way before beginning to walk away, only for the ground to shake and a shadow obscure the light. Turning around, the Juuka's eyes widened at the...thing that was coming down from the sky a few miles away.
"Oh sweet Greiga..."
Last Edit: Jan 8, 2018 6:30:04 GMT -8 by Nightshade
General Mary stood atop the roof, as per directed by Xylia to be a watchtower, with her twelve sabers still spinning. She told Xylia before she went up her that she should stand up her alongside her, and leave the search and rescue operation to the traitor. That was a bit ago and she hasn't seen her, so she must've either not liked the idea or she's just slow. Though, rather than aiding Nightshade, she stood towards the center of the roof, where he couldn't see her. She could sense two new presences, one data signature was hidden, along with a glitched data signature. Mary decided to leave them be, after all if they wanted attention they wouldn't be stealthily moving around.
General Mary makes her re-appearance by walking to the roof's edge, and called down to Nightshade.
"Oi, traitor. How goes the fight?"
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A lone Navi happened to be exiting a net-cafe when all of the commotion started. He didn't quite know what it was all about, but figured that he should probably try to do something to help deal with it. As such, he went looking for other Navis that didn't seem to be running or hiding. The first Navi that he came across was a female Navi with a pet virus.
"Hey, it doesn't seem safe here. I can help you get somewhere safe, if you want. Not trying to say that you need my help, I just wanted to offer my assistance in whichever way possible."
The young, and somewhat nervous, Navi was dressed in blue from head to toe, with a visor keeping his eyes hidden and a rifle strapped across his back. As he checked the surroundings, he didn't see anything coming their way, though he was curious about the cat Navi that was fighting the strange robot things, but not so much as the navi on the rooftop.
"Well, looks like the initial part of my offer was an error. Didn't know your plan was to stay and fight. If that's the case, then I would still offer my assistance. I may not be as strong as the cat dog out there, but I can take a punch. Besides, helping people in a time of need is what I do. Name's Rook by the way."
He held out his hand in greeting toward the female Navi, and had a nervous smile on his face.
"I...uuh...I killed them all!" The cat zoanoroid replied. He was about to jump up to the roof Mary was on as well, when a mail icon popped on his HUD. What did he find this time?
The more he read, the more his mood deteriorated. He suddenly snapped right in Mary's face, making full use of his AutoLock On ability despite the stamina drain. He grabbed her firmly by her shoulders. "She's with you, right?" He asked, a stern look on his face, alluding at Inori...his fiancee. "Can you keep her safe?"
Amidst all the chatter and fighting, a figure was more or less free-falling now. Surveying the situation on the ground, from the damage that appeared to have been done... it wasn't by their expected target, but this was fine too. To catch another moth in this flame was a rather great haul after all. So while he continued his descent, he held up his right hand. Those in the city below would feel for a brief few seconds an oppressive heat. More than the hulking behemoth in the distance, there was an immediate threat right here and now. There was a massive glowing sphere, like a star, hovering in the air. And then it condensed, becoming much smaller and akin to a small blade instead. This very blade was hurled down like a comet, reaching the center of the city the very instant the blade left his hand from the strength put into the throw.
It made landfall dead center. And at first nothing happened. Just a searing hot sword sitting in the center of Element City. But all of the fallen reaverbots began to spark, electricity shooting up from the ground and through them all. It looked like the assassin had performed her job flawlessly just as planned too. Like a chain reaction, they all detonated at once as well as explosives happening at key points in the city, several explosive charges having been set in the city before the battle had even begun. And the sword at the center served as the final catalyst, detonating itself as the city was blanketed in lightning and flames. The city hadn't been totally destroyed, but it was most certainly damaged as a figure landed that was familiar to some others: Rosso of the NIA. He wasn't that far from his desired landing point, so he started walking toward the center of the city instead. He had to do his job, after all.
...again, Element City suffers. Innocents suffer at the hands of those who seek unwanted change, and the inaction of the hands of those who would seek to put a stop to it.
Your desires are lost. That which you sought to accomplish has been lost to time.
Resonance barely evades the onslaught of fire and brimstone, tumbling back into the alleyway that he'd arrived in just moments before. The cackle of flames and the roar of explosions now rule this land, holding it in a golden-crimson grasp. And amid it all, the pyroclasm known as Rosso, the lone Navi that had fought and beaten so many, walks towards his goal... his prize.
And what hope remains now that one beyond you stands in your way?
It's almost too much to bear. Failure to accomplish his simple goal of protection, failure to stop this wild and unyielding force. The present was now nothing more than a mirror of the past; watching helplessly as such terror walks free.
Will you fight, seeing your own end as an inevitability? Or will you relent to the whims of my call?
Resonance: ....PlagueMan. For your own sake, do not interact with my data until I say so again.
Something... sinister rises in Resonance's heart. A power foreign to all in the area, foreign to reality itself.
Rosso would see it happen all around him; from second to second it would shift. In a moment he'd see the destruction that he'd wrought, yet in another he'd see Element City fully restored and the reaverbot army dead on the ground. This was no illusion, no game; time and space now fight against Rosso's power, with a second reality where the pyroclasm had failed his mission entirely vying to instill itself as the true timeline of this world. Second by second, moment by moment this reality was changing, shifting, splitting... and one Navi was the cause.
Standing several hundred yards before Rosso is Resonance. Uncloaked and fully visible, he stares down his vastly superior foe with his blade drawn and his shield ready. However, there is something overtly strange about him. His body, though still as death itself, seems to rapidly shift in place, phasing in an unreal manner that almost makes it as though he doesn't exist at all.
Rosso had halted, eyes narrowing when he saw the shift in the scene. ...This wasn't like that scion of time either. No, this was an attempt to overwrite the reality around them. ...How ironic. It was actually a perfect way for this to go, from his perspective. So rather than keep going forward he turned his attention to the source: the original Generational navi. But of course he would decide to take his greatest stand here and now. His skills were something surreal when he was finally full tilt. So he punched to the side, the reality there cracking as the foreign presence made itself known, the sword that he had drawn when fought the Destroyer and Overlord before.
"This is a bit unexpected of you, taking a stand for yourself. A bit premature for you to be doing so, isn't it?"
...A bit premature? Even despite the scene that was constantly flickering to show the true gravity of their situation? The world's look if Resonance fell? It was then that in the constant shifting that they could see something coming from the hole behind Rosso off and on. A virus of a very certain breed... a Scuttle, it appeared. From under Element City... the gleam in the Pyroclasm's eyes being a knowing one. And considering where those came from... it was quite clear what was actually beneath the city now.
"But if you're willing to interfere with my job, then I can do the world a favor it should have done itself years ago."
Resonance's dead stance finally breaks. He looks on to Rosso with a black glint in his eyes, looking through the pyroclasm.
Resonance: Greater and lesser than you have tried, and many have succeeded.
Resonance places his hand on his crest, gripping it tightly as his dark eyes peer past the confines of time and space, looking into the depths of the situation as a whole.
Resonance: ...but despite your power, it would take far more than what you are capable of to stop this.
...Resonance lets go....
...a field of black envelops the world, a surge through both time and space. Reality warps and cracks, and time itself reverts in an instant. In one moment, Rosso can see both realities clearly. The first is the reality that he would be familiar with, the one that led to the meeting as he knows it now. However, in the other, he can see his cataclysmic blast fall harmlessly into a rift in space itself, followed moments later by a reality-crashing pulse that disables every reaverbot in the area. The two realities stand in his mind, fully plausible and possible, both true without a doubt.
?: Your desires are lost.
...until the first timeline collapses on itself.
?: That which you sought to accomplish has been lost to time.
Reality itself shifts, causing the second reality to fully place itself as true. Rosso could still see the reality that he'd caused, yet at the same time it seems as though it's nothing more than a dream; a dream that is held behind a true terror of old; the mark of the Generational.
?: And what hope remains now that one beyond you stands in your way?
This was no longer Resonance. Despite looking like him more-or-less, the entire demeanor and nature took a sharp shift. The caring and self-doubting form of the OEL Navi is now overtaken by an avatar of time and space itself. A deep, screaming sorrow washes over the entire network, blackening the hearts of onlookers and instilling the futility of all effort. All that remains now is the will of this Navi; a being of onyx black armor that shines in the darkness of midnight, complimented with sparkling platinum details and a profoundly bright sword on his hand.
?: Will you fight, seeing your own end as an inevitability?
....another reality opens to Rosso, this one far more disturbing than any that he'd seen before. In this future moment, Rosso sees himself at the feet of the onyx-clad tyrant before him, defeated and broken. On his chest, the mark of a black hourglass. The mark of servitude to the Generational.
Generational Resonance: Or will you relent to the whims of my call?
...with this final word, reality itself warps again. Time shifts and changes, stretching out as if in lines from Generational Resonance's position. In some, time moves at an abnormally fast pace, at others it's terribly slow and lagging, while still others see time and all life within frozen. Slowly these phases of reality begin to orbit from this central point, as if the hands of a watch from the machine that give them power....
....and at this same time, Rosso would feel something slowly but surely rising within Resonance. A power that he would be familiar with, a cataclysmic energy that, if left to grow, would eventually amass the power to erase his very being from reality. Rosso, the Navi who had for so long been the deciding force as to the end of every battle, now stands at the mercy of a cruel and unrelenting time. A time that will soon leave him behind.
While war raged above, in ways that one could never quite imagine, down below, a very different battle was going on. While above, two beings of legendary power were going against one another, and the making and umaking of a city were warring to decide which fate would truly become the timeline, below was a much simpler scenario.
RAM: There are no viruses in the immediate area. Venture further.
K-414 took a step, frost following his every step as he moved. Despite everything that Richard had tried to prevent it, the power that had come to him when he had vanished in Creamland that time ago was once more seeping back into K-414's code. It was still assimilating the data around him, and drawing it in, molding it, and adding it to the growing quarantine inside. The thing that was growing within K-41 was making Richard nervous, but he couldn't deny that the anti-viral program was stronger than ever. It was impressive, really, but the man was finding it more and more frightening that the code that he was putting it...simply wasn't taking.
The behemoth tossed the broken scuttle virus to the side, his claws and fangs both covered in the remnant data of the creatures. His hide showed signs of wear and damage, but with a step, and the bitter frost that he carried with him now, again, his body regenerated, once more coming to its full power in a matter of seconds. His red eyes flared with something akin to barely-bottled rage as he moved forward. Despite his following of orders, and the icy exterior that he was portraying, it was very clear to see that K-414 was practically shaking with rage. "My foe is above." The words were simple, hungry, dangerous.
RAM: You will put your rivalry on hold. This could be potentially more dangerous than what's above. I need you to realize how big of a step this could be for the Animus Syndicate. The entire nation of Electopia will be in our debt.
K-414 gave a bitter laugh as he moved, reaching down to the scuttle that he approached, a beam of white-hot energy coming from its maw and searing into his side. The beast closed his right hand with a strength that he shouldn't have, one that was designed to rip through viruses. "Yes sir," the beast growled as he moved forward, tossing the remnants of data aside before a whirling mass of impossible cold flared out, freezing several of the scuttles in place before they simply shattered. Much as before, it seemed that there was something else within K-414, something that Richard had feverishly worked to hide. It was as if K-414 was simply the conduit of something more. Something greater. Something that he had no control over.
And the lead engineer on the K-line project, was absolutely terrified.
*As Embera began rocketing down to the ground like a missile, much like Rosso's sword before her, things began feeling strangely familiar. She saw visions again. Visions of her friends. Visions of her loneliness. Taken off guard, she tried to adjust her vision, to no avail. Before she knew it, the ground was at her face, and her body crumpled with an impressively frightening thud. Laying silently for a few seconds, Embera climbed to her feet, looking over to Resonance, and the visions pouring out of him. Glancing over to Rosso, she could feel an immense heat just pouring out of him. The pressure waves alone were enough to make Embera's eyes widen. This was the fire all too familiar to her. She could only gasp at first, as she adjusted to the pressure of this heat
*Embera was dumbfounded. She could barely adjust to the fire data around her, but eventually gained some movement in this heat. Taking off her shoe, she glared at the NIA enforcer. She then hurled it full-speed at his face, a look of real anger in her eyes*
The juuka looked around as everything happened. First, the city exploded, then reality glitched around. Then, there was Rosso, currently facing another navi Nightshade had seen in some of his reports while part of the ONB. Resonance.exe. He still had Rosso's frequency memorized from his brief time in the NIA. He sent the Titan a brief message.
*I'll take care of the thing Underground. Just make sure whatever that guy is doing doesn't destroy Space-Time.*
He decided to focus on a more pressing matter. There was some sort of Virus underneath Elelment City. He saw it as Resonance was warping reality around him. Something that surely wasn't the most common of viruses. If he wanted to have some answers as to why the NIA decided to send Rosso in Electopia and what actually were the ONB plans, he surely would need to find some clues for himself before the two fighters above ground destroyed everything.
With the last personal problem settled, the juuka would hop off the building and jump into the first crack in the street floor that would send him straight underground...and falling right in front of K414.
Last Edit: Jan 8, 2018 15:24:15 GMT -8 by Nightshade
The calculating Generational glances over to Embera as she appears on the battlefield. While powerful, she couldn't compare with Rosso, so he paid her no mind, rather crossing his arms as he continues to look to his opponent.
Generational Resonance: You are neither needed nor wanted here. I would tell you to leave, but it would be far more efficient to keep you from ever coming here in the first place.
Realities once again open before all those in the area, windows showcasing potential events and outcomes. the Generational glances over them for a moment, looking until he finds the reality that he desires; a reality where Embera had not c-
Generational Resonance: ...what?
The Generational looks over the realities again... and again... and again. Yet in every single case, they all show this moment in time... with Embera standing there with a missing shoe. Generational Resonance's calm persona drops as he now looks on with a curious expression behind his black face-mask, trying to understand what exactly he's seeing at this exact moment.
*Embera was surprised as Serix appeared, and disappeared, and appeared again in pieces, and again next to her. No matter how many bits she was torn into, the armor stood strong. A-minus for the construction... she mused. She was baffled at the reality warping powers of Resonance behind her. As she followed where the visions were streaming from, Embera made her way to the Generational. As she would ask him what he was doing, she was met with a rather insulting question.*
Embera: Um, I'm a woman, thank you very much. The name is Embera, and I'm the guardian of Electopian Geothermal Engineering Company's network gateway. And what are you? Some kind of villain-turned-martyr who finally got done feeling sorry for himself? Because that'd be pretty lame if you were.