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Post by Blazewind on Sept 3, 2018 0:24:23 GMT -8
Even as he flew and his Orbital Familiars continued their assault, Legacy continued to observe the actions of the armada. They moved in sync with each other, presumably following commands from someone or something. The problem was, what? It was entirely possible that destroying a single ship was tantamount to removing just a single piece of straw from a haystack. In likelihood, this was a hopeless situation. The navis capable of the most damage were either preoccupied or halted by that pesky barrier.
Speaking of which, the barrier itself was even more disturbing. The fact that a defense on the scale an entire fleet gave no indication of its source was another mystery. "I am not fond of fighting a losing battle... But accepting defeat and retreating to these puppets leaves a poor taste in my mouth." He thought to himself. That said, there was a bit of positive results in his attacks. The Orbital Familiars were hardly powerful enough to be considered destructive, but their attacks continued to serve as data for Legacy. Like a doctor performing a palpation, they felt out the structure of the hull and eventually found then created a small opening.
"Something that size... It's a start." He thought, changing course slightly making a beeline for the hole his Orbital Familiars created. His optics registered a flash from the muzzles of the cannons, then the thunderous explosion rang out. Conventional evasion was impossible at his range and speed, and defenses were likely futile. His body was pierced by the artillery shell, although it was probably similar to being struck by a truck moving at supersonic speeds rather than a bullet, and his body dispersed into a cloud of green particles. The particles then reformed into his original shape after the salvo had passed.
Within moments, he reached his destination: A small hole opened in the hull of the ship. "Ka-ka-ka! Let the Second Experiment begin." His wing pods swiveled over his shoulders and elongated into a pair of beam cannon barrels. "Engage!" Legacy proclaimed before unleashing a pair of charged plasma beams at the hole he had opened, with intensity and force incomparable to the smaller gun arrays of the Orbital Familiars. A subset of verniers worked in tandem, keeping Legacy from flying backwards from force and the water around him scattered as if an explosion had gone off, sending a spray of scalding droplets around him.
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Post by Shast on Sept 4, 2018 7:35:11 GMT -8
Jax
A large navi towering roughly 7ft tall trudges through the city street. His black trench-coat with face obscuring hood sways lightly with the chaos of battle. The base of the coat flows in varying shades of blue, tan, and briefly light orange.
Despite his slow pace he has no difficulty in making his way to the shore. The frost, ice, and rubble having no effect on his stride. His black boots meet frosty sand and halt. The hood shifts from one direction to the other. Absorbing the scene before him. The ships off the shore with the field that protects them and the navis who defend this coastal beacon. An interesting battle, yet one that feels skewed. It is the fate of the weak to lose and yet... To lose this place of beauty would be a waste.
There is another. Not visible yet still a presence he could feel through the earth itself. Hidden in shadow, actively avoiding the confrontation, a coward perhaps? Yet the presence feels strong. Different from innocents to seeking refuge. He keeps a mental note of the strange signature. Then turns to the battle at hand.
He bends his knees into a light crouch before rising up slowly. As he does so what rubble lay on the beachfront is sent skyward. Clashing into ice wall above yet causing no damage. Instead the debris shifts form, bleeding away into a liquid then converting into ice! It merges with the already impressive defense reinforcing it with his own brand of power. He completes his lifting action with a fist clench and the entire wall compacts and hardens even more with a loud *scrack!*. Ensuring it to be as hardy as possible.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 4, 2018 9:48:20 GMT -8
Gravity Beetle remains focused on the front. Being a primarily defensive Navi, he chooses to stay on the shore-front and keep the homeland safe while the others take the battle to the WWW on the waves. His one action before joining the defensive effort is to look to BoB and motion to the fleet abroad.
Gravity Beetle: In that case pick a side; go and take those ships down, or help us defend Bayside!
Just then the third volley flashes out across the horizon, heralding yet another rain of artillery fire. This sight is interrupted by the large Navi taking the field and aiding the construction of the ice dome above.
Of course; work together to bolster the existing efforts. Finally someone who got it. Right now Hollow was on-point for defense, so support was the function of choice.
Gravity Beetle: Hey, cloak-guy! Going to need you to repair the damage that I'm about to do to your work!
Gravity Beetle's body becomes enshrouded in a black aura as the rubble from his show of force just moments before begins to float skyward. The ONB commander rears his head back, buckles his knees, and performs a single, titanic jump. The shell on his back opens and a gravitational orb appears between his wings as soon as he takes to the air, allowing him to take off in flight. Despite his power, Gravity Beetle's aerial maneuvers are slow and labored due to his sheer weight, but they give him the boost needed. Reaching the barrier of ice, Gravity Beetle quickly slams his head forward, cutting a gash in it with his axe-like horn and rising into the unprotected sky above. Rather than landing on the potentially fragile dome and potentially cracking it with his multi-ton weight, the onyx-shelled Navi remains hovering in place as he puts his hands together and forms a small black hole between his hands. He then takes it in his clenched fist and tosses it forward, causing it to slowly fly along an irregular pattern until it reaches a distance of roughly 20 feet from Gravity Beetle, at which time it expands... and expands... and expands. In a matter of moments, a large shield-like gravitational anomaly takes shape over the sky. While not strong enough to absorb the shells, it would hopefully weaken their flight speed and possibly detonate a few of them before they reach the ice shield.
And here Gravity Beetle takes his stand, standing outside of all existing defenses and in the line of fire for the WWW's next assault. He braces for impact and stretches out his hands, releasing several more small orbs towards several of the skybound shells that he can see baring down on his position. the orbs slowly expand to black holes roughly 5 feet in diameter, each hopefully strong enough to take out a single shell and lessen the damage even farther.
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 4, 2018 15:43:22 GMT -8
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Post by Nightshade on Sept 5, 2018 15:39:23 GMT -8
In the middle of all the commotion was Sharkman, slowly building up energy for his plan. "I can create water dome around Bayside, if the guy
with the cloak can freeze it all we can get a pretty
thick defensive wall. After that we would only need to keep it stable while the others can go take those ships down. Cap'tn Beetle, what's yer call?"
The shark themed navi was ready to cooperate as the ONB official saw fit. In the meantime, the Megalodons that he had summoned were swiftly intructed to try and break the weird barrier and attack the boats. The two colossal sharks had indeed reached the barrier and had begun smashing into it with their weight. Eager to go through and sink some ships.  |
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 7, 2018 18:09:46 GMT -8
The monochromatic commander arrived at his destination. Long wisps of clouds passed by, though there was no rain. The raging storm was far below. There was a gentle but firm thunk of wood as the navi strut towards the airship's edge. Leaning against the metallic red guardrail, their enemy looked not towards them, but up towards the now risen moon. He shivered, a sense of longing, then nothing.
?: Focus on the mission.
A retort to his ally, or a self-affirmation? It was unclear. Had he been in better health, the navi would have vaulted the edge and fell onto the battlefield below, making a grand entrance. He was not in better health. Instead, he took the slow way, his matter turning into a light that was neither black nor white nor grey, but all shades of nothing. Depending on the angle, you might see bright white, or deep shadow, even small amounts of gold dance in this light, though you'd have to look closely.
On the battlefield below, progress was beginning to be made - real progress. No longer was it a desperate struggle, many heroes of old and new at arrived to fight off the threat. Perhaps they stood a chance.
While Embera dashed towards massive fleet's centrepiece and flagship, Leviathan, Legacy, and Sharkman had found some success on attacking the ship in front. The massive whale-like ship had sprung fire, Legacy's plasma cutting into the ship's hull. A weakness in the softer underbelly, only exposed due to Levi's oceanic waves. It seems teamwork has its advantages, after all. Although... poor Twa was still confused inside a now sinking ship...
From above, the barrage of artillery fire was set to make landfall - though perhaps against a much stronger defense. Between gravity wells, ice barriers, sand struts and aqua domes, the city's defenses held tight.
Those rushing to attack the boats would find that Navis and summons passed through easily. Each of them would find their thoughts and actions a little faster, a little clearer. Yet each hitting the barrier would pass through, with little a ripple being made on its surface. Nightshade's Mastolodon's made their way through, ineffectually striking at the barrier with their weight, only to crash into the coldness of sea.
Lastly, Embera. She rushed to the central ship. A black and white light beaconed down from the crashing storm above. It would land on the hull of the ship, and Embera would find her rush... countered?
She was sent back with a tumultuous gust of wind. The mysterious adversary finally making his appearance. He turned away from her, Black coat with Black Hat, he could have been anyone if seen from behind. Gently, he stepped to the stern of the boat, looking into the moonlit sky.
Rising back from his shadow, the Navi on the ground looks to the sky with golden lit eyes, scowling his blackened face behind his adornments as he looks on. This type of reckless had been expected, but it was still not welcome.
You are not to release another bombardment on the city. That is an order!
Turning back to the work at hand, the robed Navi makes his way to the farthest area that underwent bombardment, discovering a large hole beneath the surface of the city. This was what he'd been looking for, so the operation would soon come to a close. Using care not to stumble, the WWW Navi makes his way down this hole, disappearing from sight.
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Post by church on Sept 8, 2018 5:22:56 GMT -8
Seeing the success, here, Leviathan hopped onto her trident, and found a space somewhere in the middle of all the ships before raising both of her hands towards the sky and spinning in place, causing the storm to rage above, and the waters to churn below.
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Post by "Bill" on Sept 8, 2018 13:42:08 GMT -8
*Embera saw the being transpose into the light, as it disappeared skyward in light. "How peculiar" she thought to herself. As she marched on, she could feel the light rebuff her advance on the ship. She was surprised at the force of wind that pushed her back, but the gust seemed...familiar. It was unusual to find the leader of such a large armada focusing on evasive maneuvers like this. Clearly, if so much power is being used to keep her away, then whomever is creating this gap could not handle her ferocity head on.
She focused her energy into her hands, retracting her flames and breathing deeply. Placing her hands onto the deck of the ship, Embera integrated her fingers into it. It was the first time she tried shifting on terrain that wasn't tethered to the ground. Finding the right code she initiated her Stage programming and magnetized the deck of the boat. Rotating the poles on the boat, Embera charged her fist with Solar energy, enough to explode whatever she may impact, as the magnetic field began building up her speed, aiming to slingshot her right hook into whatever person was making his way to the back of the ship.*
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Post by Blazewind on Sept 9, 2018 0:53:46 GMT -8
"So it was effective." Legacy confirmed, the searing blasts of ionized Sefirot plasma particles having done their work to shear through the side of the reinforced metal. Unlike that strange barrier, it seemed that other than the strength of materials, the ship had no ways of deflecting attacks, and Legacy's attacks were plenty effective at making quick work when accurately targeted. It was an effective way to whittle down the numbers... But the problem of efficiency remained. Sinking one ship of an armada was hardly a victory.
"Well then..." Legacy flew away from the sinking ship, opting not to test whether he could reduce the entire ship to ashes. It wasn't an effective use of time and it could serve to halt the advance somewhat. Instead, he reached out and materialized his rifle, although it was more of a cannon or beam launcher at this point given its size.
"Mode C: Active. Carver!" He commanded mentally. A glowing beam of plasma particles ignited from the barrel, although unlike his previous blasts, this time they were contained and stabilized in the shape of a large beam saber. Legacy continued his adjustments however, and the output intensified to the point where the energy seemed to barely contain itself.
"Beginning experiment three."
Legacy reared the massive beam sword back and launched himself at another nearby ship. His Orbital Familiars flew in formation around him, raining gunfire at the ship as he approached. "Hmph!" He grunted as he cleaved his way into the ship, then ignited his thrusters once more. Legacy intended to carve a hole through the side of the ship, and move on as quickly as possible. He wasn't sure about how long the female aquatic navi could keep on disrupting the ships, and the city's defenses certainly wouldn't hold up to continuous artillery fire even if reinforcements had already shown up.
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Post by Trinitrotoluene Monomania on Sept 9, 2018 2:43:52 GMT -8
 Piano.EXESo much destruction. From one location and the next. This one was no different. The Net was constantly being destroyed in degrees that he was simply incapable of avenging or repairing. Piano was starting to feel the futility of his cause.
The realization was by no means impactful. Not to his rather incomplete train of thought.
His extraneously sensitive emblem-eye caught sight of a suspicious Navi who seemed to have an entirely different objective from all the rest. This one was actively looking for something beneath a crater out far. Must the Navi have found something valuable? Piano didn't want to miss out, and so he walked off the edge of the glass building he was standing on, then standing on a Satella that soared towards the specified crater. |
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 9, 2018 19:29:46 GMT -8
So far so good. Gravity Beetle braces himself against the oncoming artillery storm, pouring extra energy into his black hole to increase its power.
...and, for once, the situations turn on their favor. The defensive measures brought about by those on the shore-front combined with the offensive measures of those assaulting the fleet on the horizon. Gravity Beetle breathes a sigh of relief and raises his hands again, once again bolstering the black hole above to shield the barrier of frigid crystal below. |
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Post by Shast on Sept 9, 2018 20:26:16 GMT -8
Jax
Without delay the stalwart giant raises his arms once again and more debris and sand springs up and congeals onto the icy barricade above. It solidifies, compacts, and hardens to steel strength like before to assure those protected by it remain so.
He exhales lightly and begins to assume a stance to join the foray off shore... but then, he senses movement. The shadowy specter from before. Heading not to the fray, but away. He shifts his gaze to the other combtatants, counting and assessing their odds versus the coming armada and fresh the beam of light on deck... Then turns away from them.
Not one to run the earth bender snaps his finger to harden the sand beneath him into a solid mass and surfs it towards the mystery figure. Using his tremorsense he locates the hole the being descended and enter himself.
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 9, 2018 21:05:42 GMT -8
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Post by Shast on Sept 10, 2018 22:17:11 GMT -8
As BoB' cries to Gravity Beetle go unanswered it feels an uneasy presence, unlike the anything he had felt in the battle thus far, or possible ever. An immense, bordering on starvation, feeling of hunger. A destructive disposition to rival that of the most lethal of darkloids. It surveys the fortified dome in which the builder stood but found nothing. Where could this be coming from?
WHACK!
Despite the heightened senses from the adrenaline of battle, this suffocating feeling dulled his edge enough to be caught off guard by the sudden, colossal punch to the back of the head. BoB whips around to face the accuser and finds not a darkloid, not a W3 soldier, but an ally turned rogue?! His faithful Handy, Righty. Its grey body now darker, and littered with yellow specs of bugged data. Its once orange tipped fingers now a crimson red. The floating fist clenches tightly. The resulting strain audible to BoB even over the din of battle.
It slams itself into the ice dome. Sending a spidering crack throughout the surrounding 10ft radius. Then again, and again. The crack worsening with each pound. The ground around BoB becoming so fragile that any wrong step would send the building on a one way trip to the ground below.
Also Righty is really fat. Like really really fat.
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 11, 2018 0:32:58 GMT -8
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As you command!
