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Post by Nightshade on Aug 30, 2018 15:52:56 GMT -8
  Sharkman stood still atop the water. So, that barrier blocked any attack...yet allowed navis through.
It smelled like a trap. His wall had blocked some of the shells, but some did cause some damage. The girl could handle attack on her own, meanwhile he had to focus on protecting the city. A signal of his fin hand and the two megalodons charged the enemy lines, followed by the multitude of smaller shark viruses.
As he raced back to the city, Sharkman had to think of something fast. A simple static wall wasn't enough to stop all the shells, he would have to increase the drag further. Not only that, but for how higher he could make the wall
go some shells would still make it past. If he wanted the city to see another day he waould have to create a dome across the entirety of bayside.
...That was gonna take some energy.
Perhaps, the guy with them could freeze the thing and
keep it hard. He only needed to find the ice guy and convince him to work with him. Tsk. One problem after the other. |
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Post by Raven8 on Aug 30, 2018 20:22:50 GMT -8
?: Counter-measures at 20% operational capacity.
A simple report. The navi looked onward onto the bittercold battlefield. Oh how he'd regret having to perform combat. With all hopes, there would be no need. White snow and black water, his world was colorless. The only color of this world was a golden eye of providence, scanning the beaches. Torn up sand and debris polluting what was once beautiful. A shame.
?: Switch primary fire to precision. Aim low.
Another crackle of fire, and flash of light - though this one was different than before. The guns, now lowered to aim at Leviathan, seemed to fire a green pulse - the sound was a shrill screaming. Those less aware might assume it was the ringing song of them coping with the noise of heavy explosives. And then, nothing.
Leviathan had already boarded the boat. It was too late. The green pulse subsided into air...
In the sky above, Hollow's reflection of mortar shells descended onto the ship's location. Falling, falling, falling, they would find their mark. Among which was the ship next to Leviathan, with her in a distance close enough to be deleted by it. How unfortunate was it that Hollow's first act of offense would be killing his own ally!?
It was so sad then, when each shell hit the orange-red barrier and melted away into sweet nothings. It would have made the commander's life just so easy to have let them fall, but protecting his fleet was more important.
...unlike Hollow's pathetic attempt at retaliation, the ships had not been aiming for Leviathan at all. the dispersion of green pulse turned to hundreds of green marks, each one targeting a point of structural weakness. Each green pointer accompanied by a small but powerful precision artillery missile, each hitting their mark precisely.
It took no more than half a second between targeting and striking, and with it the wave dispersed just as quickly as it had formed. The ice wall, however...
?: So cold...
The commander turned away from his position observing the battlefield from on high, and looked to an attendant. He would find himself being dressed in a snow-white cloak of the finest furs. Behind him, Bayside city would find itself dressed in a snow-white powder of hail and sharp ice - that which had been forming the wall protecting Bayside. A soft pomf as the commander sat in his comfortable chair. A loud crash as the second volley of shots made landfall.
?: That should more than do for the artillery, thank you. Please just concentrate on defending the fleet now. I'll tell you when I have it.
Yellow eyes in a black void peer out over the destruction. Amazing; so long ago, it took ages to create a single being that could do this. Now, it could be done easily and quickly by mass-produced programs. Of course, how much greater the more impossible beings were now as well.....
In the very back of the rubble, the lone Navi begins a search, sorting through the wreckage for... something.
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Post by Gaia on Aug 31, 2018 11:11:33 GMT -8
Hollow.___
The line of green dotted Hollow's defenses a mere instance before he felt the impact. Explosions ripped through the air as the sound of ice shattering crashed upon the city below, and the denizens therein prepared for the rubble of his ice wall . . .
. . . to be found wanting. As the smoke from the explosions cleared, Hollow was still standing atop his ever growing platform of ice, with the remnants of his ice wall free floating in the air around him. Every shard of ice, from the insignificant specs reduced to snow powder to the large chunks broken apart from the initital explosion, floated at his behest, without even a single droplet of water falling upon the city behind him.
As if he would raise a defense they could so easily turn against him.
His large, personal platform stayed floating in the air as Hollow once again expanded it, shifting his hands to call some of the floating ice to his pedestal, affixing it to the edges. The leftovers, he hardened into small globules, the whole length of his massive wall, and began pelting the ocean just in front of the barrier with the shards of ice.
With each strike, the water flash froze, the shards of ice rapidly spreading across the surface and deep into the oceanic depths, as Hollow began to repurpose his starting defense into another tactic - terrain advantage. With the ice he had collected, and the power at his disposal, it would be short work to simply freeze their method of approach solid. How would the armada fair, with their ocean frozen solid, with a magical frost so severe that no easy feat would thaw it?
Hollow continued working with his other hand on his ice circle, with yet more glyphs drawn onto his platform as he prepared for his own personal big play.
Meanwhile, Twa made its way pass the barrier, carefully making its way over the water and onto the first boat that it could make its way up to, and pointed its single eye at the first crewmen it could sneak up underneath. Its little eye flashed, and electricity surged, as the little virus tried to make its way further into the ship.
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Post by "Bill" on Sept 1, 2018 16:34:30 GMT -8
*As Hollow peppered the waterfront of Bayside, the ice began flowering out like a beautiful snowflake-patterned rink. This did not last long, however, as far in the sky, a small meteor began plummeting down, crashing into the ice, melting it away and boiling at the water. It continued to glow under the boiling water, before a feminine figure began to rise from it. Her short hair now darkened and smoldering, Embera emerged like a tiny kaiju, rampaging around the ice, before ascending up to meet Hollow's eye-level, she stood as a mighty adversary, a blazing aura*
Embera: What do you think you're doing to Bayside?! You could have been in Sharo if you were going to play with ice!
*Clearly oblivious to the giant WWW fleet, she fired a volley of small shots of solar energy, hoping to shake Hollow away from the ice circle, or at least evaporate whatever he was concocting.*
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Post by church on Sept 1, 2018 16:55:46 GMT -8
Leviathan watched as all of this happened, then shook her head.
"People all day today."
Afterwards, she would raise her hand up and try to manipulate the water around the vessel on which she stood, to get the ship to rock from one side to the other until it would capsize. If this worked, she would dive into the water and make her way towards the next ship. If not, she would create two ice dragons and send them flying towards the bridge and engine room.
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Post by Nightshade on Sept 1, 2018 16:59:59 GMT -8
"WE ARE PROTECTING IT!" Sharkman quickly stood between the fiery newcomer and Bayside. Summoning a colossal hand made of water copying his every movement, the shark themed navi swatted the solar energy to the side, leaving nothing but steam.
"And if you're with them then it mean I'll have to beat you back from the hellhole which you spawned too." He added, gathering power around himself. Saying he wasn't expecting navis to attack was mighty wrong. From the look of things, he had also probably found the culprit of element city's disaster.
Either way, if this pyromaniac would try anything else he was ready to engage battle routines and defend Bayside to the death. |
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Post by "Bill" on Sept 1, 2018 17:54:01 GMT -8
*Embera was angered by the appearance of Sharkman. She flashed back to that day in this very network, where she was struck down by a similar beast. More human...and with uncomfortably vivid nipples. She shuddered at the memory, but focused the pain from that day into a pure and unbridled rage for shark-like creatures. Blasting way the water and glassing the sand beneath him, Embera charged a sphere of energy, ready to vaporize the fishman.*
Embera: I won't let you get in my way of saving Bayside from an ice age! Prepare to die!
[To the battlefield]
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Post by Blazewind on Sept 1, 2018 20:42:24 GMT -8
"How interesting..." Legacy said, bemused by the effects the barrier had upon observing more interactions with it. His Orbital Familiars had gotten through unnoticed, broadcasting imagery and information to Legacy. Perhaps they had been too small to notice, or simply deemed to small of a threat. Well, they hadn't initiated anything offensive yet, so it was more likely that they hadn't been detected.
"That it would be able to erase attacks even of that scale... Artillery or sniper fire is probably useless then... Hmn?" Legacy's observations were rudely interrupted by an approaching heat signature, although it was merely headed for around the location rather than Legacy himself. Fortunate, since the power readings might have been quite alarming otherwise.
"I won't let you get in my way of saving Bayside from an ice age! Prepare to die! "
Whoever emerged though, seemed more outraged that it was mildly snowing than the fact that there was an approaching and attacking armada.Legacy cocked his head to the side. Perhaps this person had the wrong idea about what was going on. They didn't seem interested in listening to reason however. "...Better ignore her." Legacy muttered to himself because frankly, he had more pressing things to intend to.
The aquatic female navi was attacking a ship while on it now. Legacy supposed that if he should be getting involved, now was the time since it would have been a shame to miss out on the fun. That, and it didn't sit well with him that World Three were so brazenly attacking civilians. The Orbital Familiars had previously been scattered and collecting data for Legacy flew into formation just outside the ship Leviathan had been in and built up energy from their miniature reactors.
"Time to enjoy myself." Legacy raised his hand and clenched his fist, causing the Orbital Familiars to fire out blasts of plasma bolts along the hull of the ship. While they weren't capable of heavy damage, even small structural damage would quickly build up on a ship. It seemed that they had intended to perforate the ship with gunfire, all eight familiars concentrating on a single point accurate to a millimeter to cause as much damage as quickly as possible, then moving on to other parts of the hull.
Legacy meanwhile, began venting Sefirot Particles, lifting into the air before propelling himself forward towards the ships at a high speed, the force of the thrusters moving him causing the water to part and kick up along the surface below him as he rocketed forwards.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 2, 2018 7:08:59 GMT -8
Amid the turmoil and strife, a black void sphere opens up not too far from where Embera and SharkMan are beginning their fight. The sphere collapses, and from its event horizon arises the armored, shining form of the ONB commander Gravity Beetle. Breaking from the gravitational anomaly, he raises his axe-bladed horn high and surveys the situation, already knowing that the issue is stemming from a WWW attack. This is when he sees it....
Gravity Beetle: ....blasted infighting.
Gravity Beetle clenches his fist as a black surge of power crosses his form like a shadow against the burning sun. He knew that Embera could very likely destroy him in a fight, though it would take some time on her part. He knew nothing of SharkMan, but his willingness to take on someone like Embera had one of two meanings; either he's strong and brave, or just plainly stupid. Either way, this had to stop. Now.
The same void appears around Gravity Beetle where he stands, swallowing the onyx-shelled Navi before collapsing. Then, in a purposefully flashy show, a second orb appears between Embera and SharkMan, one that absorbs their attacks before collapsing like the previous ones, revealing the flashing visage of a neigh-invulnerable Gravity Beetle, axe-horn held high. With one swift thrust, he drops his horn to the ground, breaking a large fissure in front of himself while simultaneously generating a powerful gravitational force that drops on both SharkMan and Embera like a ton of bricks from above, hopefully forcing them to their knees for a moment in order to force them to listen. Gravity Beetle then stands back up and holds his hands out, one palm facing each of the potential combatants as he glances back and forth, ready for attacks from either side.
<Battle interrupted!>
Gravity Beetle: I don't care what your beef is, I don't care about your feelings; we have a WWW attack out there, and I know that neither of you want innocent lives lost. So focus on them and settle your petty squabble later!
Gravity Beetle remains poised as a wall between SharkMan and Embera, doing his best to take control over the situation and re-focus their energies on the threat at hand. With any luck, it would work... for once.
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Post by "Bill" on Sept 2, 2018 9:10:03 GMT -8
*Embera was startled by Gavity Beetle's interference. Before she could relax, she felt the gravity wave hit her. Resisting being brought to her knees as a show of force, the sand gave way as she sank to her waist. She had no choice but to listen.*
Embera: WWW?! I'd kill a hundred innocents to get a piece of them! Are they those huge ships out there? Let me out of here and I'll melt them into slag!
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 2, 2018 9:41:50 GMT -8
....well, that was easier than expected. Gravity Beetle clenches the hand facing Embera into a fist, causing a black glow to appear around the solar emperess. He then lifts his fist, forcing the firey girl to move at a similar rate, freeing her from the dirt and placing her on the ground as he releases his grip. Gravity Beetle then waves towards the fleet, raising an eyebrow as he does.
Gravity Beetle: ...then be my guest.
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Post by Nightshade on Sept 2, 2018 10:10:28 GMT -8
Sharkman was kind of thankful a friendly face
showed up to help, apparently stepping in and defusing the situation between him and the lady in red.
"They have a barrier up that negates ranged attacks. Meanwhile they are pummeling the shoreline with
artillery and now we have no Ice wall to catch some with it." Sharkman huffed, somewhat annoyed that one guy
was easily able to bring him to his knees. Granted, that
guy was Gravity Beetle, but still...his pride was somewhat
hurt.
"There's Levi already in there doing her stuff, but the huge problem now is defending the city. Another two or three volley and all of Bayside will be razed to the ground!" |
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Post by "Bill" on Sept 2, 2018 17:33:01 GMT -8
*Embera shot out of the sand like a red missile, gaining a new vantage point. Generating the large white spheres, she peppered the fleet with massive solar spheres, with the second volley detonating before the first ones to create more force and light. With the area aglow with a bright white light, Embera set herself eye-level with the bridge and, encasing herself in a fiery, white hot aura, began to dash in an attempt to collide with the largest chip in the fleet. She wasn't going to give much time to fighting. She aimed to end this as quickly as possible.*
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 2, 2018 19:11:10 GMT -8
[Creamland-->Bayside]
A large cube fell from the sky onto the sands of Bayside. Cracks of light appeared on the cube as it opened up and revealed B.o.B. Who looked around at the now battlefield that Bayside had become. Until he laid eyes on him...The man only spoken of as a legend. But he wasn't alone it seemed he had just released two navis from then ground. B.o.B. walked up towards the three figures, when without any warning one shot off towards the sea. Still B.o.B. walked closer, "Are you really him?...Gravity Beetle?" B.o.B. said in a reverent whisper, "Because if you are, I'm here to help."
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 2, 2018 19:56:46 GMT -8
?: Counter-measures at 40% operational capacity.
Rocking, crashing, flowing. The bitter white waters crashed against the lead ship of the fleet. Keeling, rolling, sinking. The ship couldn't hold course against the waves, and the force of gravity was pulling it to the side. Hollow's icy torrent continues to assail the strange field and disappear on contact, but the waves still show the results of the lost impact.
?: Two additional inductions. Threat level stagnant.
Little Twa had entered the warship. Twa found only dark corridors, twisting and turning the unmanned vessel. The gravity rocked side to side, the dim artificial lighting flickering with unease. It got to a point where the direction of gravity became unclear, the only certainty a ceaseless rocking. Ceasing rocking, the poor thing would be left dazed, dizzy, and confused.
Leviathan's dragons of frost and snows were long and beautiful, scales glittering with white sunlight, so bright. So bright and shining, glowing as they melted and splashed against the midnight black warship. The fresh smell of steam and salt boiling into air.
The flaming meteor fell, and elicited not so much a sigh from the navi, only a simple request.
?: Energy signal detected. Requesting signature match.
Legacy's Orbital Familiars were perhaps the most effective and direct attack, even if they did very little against the reinforced hull of the ship. While they were effective in burning small holes, in the short time they were attacking, they hadn't yet broken through the thickness of the plating.
Not even a slight smile. It might be considered entertainment to watch the navis below do more to hinder themselves than to do any meaningful damage to the World Three fleet. The monochromatic commander, slumped in his chair, had little reaction to the comedy. He leaned on his hand, taking care not to press against his head bandaging. It smelt vaguely of raw data, and was becoming slightly damp. He frowned, the bandaging soon needed redressing.
It took him a few seconds to realize that he wasn't just bored, but alone. His previous conversational partner had not returned his query. There grew a silent concern, met with a silent answer.
?: Requesting signature database searching and matching, do you copy?
A repeat. Had the encrypted connection been severed? It was an oddity, for bleeding edge equipment to fail... The monochromatic commander sighed standing from his chair, taking a moment of sadness as the comfort left them.
Turning from the observational deck, it was perhaps fortunate the commander wasn't able to watch Embera's casting small suns into the barrier. Weakness of vision needed protection from light. Embera's suns would absorb into the orange-yellow barrier surrounding the fleet, dissipating with all the same effort of their creation.
?: Master...
He paced the hallways quickly, making way to the central elevator.
?: Plans have changed. Preparing a third volley. Take care.
He commanded his navy. A crackle of lights flashing once more.
?: Lost contact with HQ. Re-evaluating target timings for mission.
He came to the elevator, boarding with little patience.
?: Counter-measures at 60% operational capacity.
He ascended, only soon to join the fighting below.
Meanwhile, the Navi on the shore-line retains his cover amid the rubble, keeping himself hidden as he performs his own function. It's not until Embera appears that he stop and looks on, his glowing yellow eyes growing narrow. However, that would be for another day. For now he continues to-
?: Two rounds was quite enough! I need you to just focus on your part of the mi-
...another flash, another round of distant war-drums. Already too late. Despite overall favorable performance thus far, this Navi still needed to be tempered a bit in the fact of changes to the plan. The Navi on the shore mumbles under his breath and seems to fall into his own shadow, taking a defensive position in preparation for the third round of artillery fire.
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