The attack on the world has razed much in the wake of its power but it has revealed much as well.
Deep within the network of Netopia, a black obelisk now rises above the carnage, polished and unscathed despite the power unleashed all about it. A set of tubes that appear almost as roots break the ground about it, each trailing off to distant lands, and each entirely dead, as if no longer serving any sort of purpose. What is it here for?
"...So he yet struggles. And once again keeping others away from him as he does so. But that's fine. He waddles just as that brat Embera did."
Even now he would again be found looking skyward, but to where or what was hard to discern. He was observing still even in the now decimated world. His gaze was on something, perhaps the empty space beyond or something else entirely. One of his eyes closed as he turned his gaze back to the land, the red eye gleaming as he marched onward and opened his eye once again. He would call up the instruments that he had collected, courtesy of two who had entrusted their search to him some time ago. He had fulfilled that search, and now found the cradle for which they were to be used upon. He would place each in their required tube, the research done over the time they rested in his possession and the alignment explaining the situation for itself.
Each program is placed, and soon the roots of the monolith begin to glow green, alive and pulsing; syphoning energy from the network itself. But they would not take enough energy to sustain the monolith. Instead, only enough energy to awaken it.
After a while, the point of the monolith unfolds itself, sending a painfully bright beam of golden light up to the heavens above, as if a beacon to the cosmos themselves of what is coming. The monolith slowly and methodically begins to sink into the ground, as if collapsing under the power of the light that it's releasing, and eventually disappears beneath the bedrock, revealing a single point of light within. This light burns to bright and with such heat that the winds of the network are repelled in waves, blowing away everything as the ground nearest to it is singed instantly. Before the visitor is a literal sun; a self-sustaining nuclear fusion engine that's contained only by the will of the one that wields it. And soon that one would take form.
If it was possible to gaze into the light without being blinded, one would see the shape of a Navi at its core. Lightweight armor of rose-gold and blue hues controls and directs the light at will, as do several sun shaped gems affixed to this being's body in various places. In particular, one affixed to his forehead glows the brightest. This is framed by a helmet of elaborate design, very obviously made in the fashion of the nemes worn my the pharaohs of ancient Egypt. Beneath the brow of this royal crown of old, a pair of burning red eyes gaze out, erupting with heat and light.
This formidable being, designed with obvious power to spare, takes a step out of what remains of the monolith, looks the one that awakened him over, and then looks around the area. After a full scan of the horizon, he turns his eyes back to the one before him and speaks at last.
?: You are not a member of Stardroid Command. Explain your reason for awakening me.
So it would siphon as much as it needed to unfurl itself and then go from there. And then the monolith let loose the light, his eye narrowing ever so slightly at the intensity of the light before him. As the ground was singed in an instant, he maintained his footing all too firmly before the self-sustained marvel before him that was making itself known. It made sense when all things were put together. The Moon that they wielded may not have been as lofty as Terra himself, but the Sun of their kind was different indeed. So they had set this up but had become unable to reach it in time before Gate made his move. Then this one would likely fall short if pitted against the WWW haphazardly, but that wasn't what he was here for. No, there was much better ways to utilize the power this one possessed and against much more suitable targets. And in fact... they could even use him right now for a very particular purpose that Suns had when used with that guest of honor who was here now.
"The Stardroid Command has fallen to the machinations laid about by those who run this world. My reason for awakening you is to use you as a weapon against those very individuals in due time."
The cosmic being looks past the one speaking to him, then to the sky again. He turns in place and scans the sky, finally locking onto a spot to the east. He looks at it carefully for a few moments, and finally breaks his silence with response.
An adjunct commander was added by Uranus. Code name given: "silent ballade".
The deity turns his head and looks back to the visitor, showing no sign of any strong emotion either way.
?: I am Sunstar, the doomsday weapon. I am activated only when the need to destroy a planet's population arises, and only by the order of Stardroid Command. You are not recognized, and are not grated command.
Sunstar then walks back to the remains of the monolith and closes his eyes. The light at last dies down, and his ancient royal garb of blue and rose-gold, resplendent and shining in its dignified beauty, comes into full view.
Sunstar: I will await further instruction from Stardroid Command.
And then Sunstar stands as a statue. The heat that he'd radiated dies completely, and soon his body turns as cold as steel, shut down where he stands.
So Terra was still being strung up instead of terminated? How thorough of him to keep that in mind. He supposed instead he would have to see about having a talk with the adjunct commander then. There was only one person Uranus would have given that role to after all. Had Terra given him the same, this could have been avoided altogether.
"Though perhaps aiming to stir a population eliminating weapon was a bit over the top, I can respect the course chosen, Terra. I suppose I'll offer some cover here instead."
Even if Sunstar would not operate without command, it was better to move it so that he wasn't assimilated or otherwise noted by any other of the moving pieces on the board. So he would do just that... his new eye releasing a pale blue glow instead as he held his hand aloft. Underneath the statue a hole would open to a void unknown, dropping the deity and his home down inside of it for the time being. The others could see to anything else, turning his gaze skyward as well, near the vacant space occupied by one emperor, a meteor operated by one megalomaniac, and one weapon operated by another.
"I'm due to stop observing that Overlord anyway."
Not unlike the golden light before did the power begin to well up, as the irresistible cold that engulfed him gave way for but a brief moment. In that brief moment, an incomparable amount of heat began to escape him, so much so that it shouldn't have been allowed to be gathered in a single space at all. And then it launched skyward in a crimson geyser before it disappeared, surging up and to its next destination.
As the portal opens up beneath Sunstar, something rather odd happens: the base of the monolith drops in, Sunstar follows, and then the hole opens back up apparently of its own accord and the rigid deity hovers back out and re-takes his place amid the rubble. With eyes still closed, he speaks out to the visitor, unaware of the fact that he'd already left.
Sunstar: Thank you for attempting to keep me warm in my stasis, but I must remain here until further notice.
Post by Nightshade on Aug 16, 2021 11:20:17 GMT -8
A tear opened up from which a cat shaped navi hopped out claws bared ready to go...only for the cat's paws to skid to a stop in the midst of the rubble. Well, the world isn't so...exploded as he though. Sure it was weirder than he remembered but whatever.
"Hm...I thought the guy would be here." The Juuka said, looking around the rubble for the scent of his prey. Now that he was free he had two priorities. Get his beast powers back and get Rosso six feet under for good.
All he was left with was a bunch of cobblestone, burnt wood and other stuff. That, and someone standing there looking up. The bug navi tip pawed closer to inspect...whatever that was. Looked like a navi but one can't be too sure in this day and age.
"Hey." Nightshade called. "You okay? Seen a red guy around?" he would ask to the living statue.
Sunstar, having freed himself from being removed from his current position, lowers his head and opens his eyes. His irises literally burn with a deadly red intensity, peering into the very soul of Nightshade. His hopes, his dreams, his ambitions, and all of his failures are laid out as offering to the solar deity. This being of authority looks on with the power of judgment and the scales of life and death in his shining palms as his voice, as if the voice of the cosmos itself, rings out with command of all life within the reach of its sound.
Sunstar: Yes, I have indeed seen "a red guy", though he did not seem particularly round to me. Thank you very much for asking me.
His solemn decree spoken, this Pharaoh of life raises his head and closes his eyes once again.
And then a pair of Steves crawl out of the hole that had reopened- prior to which Steif and Slippery Steve were Steveing about things that initially involved Steve hugging Steif for no longer being the only Steve. Serious Steve was there for a moment too but he was scary and Steve quickly blocked his being there out of his mind. Something something, Commander and Steve was trying to start The Stevenvasion. Steve didn't really like war games, and Steif just wanted shiny bits to horde.
Then the ceiling ripped open and this enormous structure thing came crashing down, causing both Steves to panic and in some manner comically evade being turned into extra flat Steve-pancakes. Slippery Steve just... slipped around and narrowly escaped being confettied several times, and Steif just hid in his sack which seemed impervious... to the rubble in any case.
Slipper Steve: -Steve sounds-
Steif: -Steif sounds whilst stealing-
The hole was pretty far up- which given that it looked like a really really big building, was saying something- Steve-staggeringly big. Steif easily solved this by simply flying with his sack, to which Slippery Steve grabbed onto a foot and carried up where we now resume the regular scheduled programming. Steif immediately stared at the fancy, flashy looking armor. Slippery Steve as always, had no idea what was going on. Should they... call the police or something? What did one do in the case of a giant building sinking into the ground? Slippery Steve turned around to consult Steif- only to notice he was completely missing, but there was now a sack seemingly floating around at a distance. Steif was greedy but he also wasn't stupid.
So Slippery Steve started to waddle his way over to the fancy fellow, and Steved something that roughly sounded like "hello" with a wave for added effect.
The glorious power of Sunstar is made manifest in the face of the Steve union; burning eyes open and a blast of burning hot air explodes out from his position, starting a golden fire that blazes about him, as if offering a throne to the sun Pharaoh. The awe of the doomday's power rises from his stoic form as burning red eyes turn, looking to Steve with the power of life and death in his very gaze.
Sunstar: Hello, little one. How are you?
So speaks Sunstar; the doomsday weapon. All life trembles in the wake of his absolute authority, and all who stand against him shall kneel and be burned in eternal flame.
. . . A display of power that magnificent deserves greater attention, he presumed.
A power of that magnitude, coming from an individual not possessing the rank of Sigma, was sure to attract his attention. Perhaps the latest visitors of the Earth knew this, and were using it to bait him. Even aware of this danger, the bait would work, of course. How could he ignore such prominence, such resplendence, such power?
The area gave way as pressure increased to near impossible degrees, and instantly the ground seemed to sway as the focus of gravity was shifted. Instantly it corrected itself, but one had to wonder what kind of force would unseat gravity itself as it entered?
There would be a quick answer. They came dashing across the skies as blurs of gold, transluscent and fast, moving about independently and yet in coordination, with blinding speed they descended upon their quarry. The four wings circled around the statue that rested in the center of desolation, completely ignoring the cat-like navi that came here to greet him.
The scanlines came out once again, the four wings producing small black and white lines that washed over the statue. One branched away and scanned the cat quickly enough to get an idea of it, but then quickly left him, apparently unamused. They scanned over the little ones just as quickly, and left them there, as well.
It was as the scanlines completed that his voice traveled through, the wings moving to place themselves on the opposite side of the statue from the cat, setting the statue in between themselves and the unimportant guests. A blazing and blinding light to rival, maybe even outmatch, the light that he emitted consumed the space and then beyond, as the self-proclaimed emperor of the cosmos made his appearance.
His full power unable to form outside of his Server, Sirius formed as just a silhouette of his full form, a shadowy figure devoid of detail to stand before the great monolith. His power reminded him of the Sigma wielding the might of the sun, the great Apollo Flame, and his prominence promised much to him if he could collect it. Beings representing and wielding the power of stars were always so much more intriguing to him than stars themselves, given his own circumstance of birth and power. The brightest star could not have any contest . . . he would be sure of it.
He held forward a shadowy hand, his wings moving forward, spiralling about each other rapidly as energy was formed at their tips. Holding them aloft, Sirius raises his voice, child-like and high pitched, aloof and nonchalant, to make his decree. He seemed to be directing it towards Nightshade, first. "Leave this place, little ones. You are toys I will leave at the bottom of my box when I come to play, but this one . . . I will put him on a shelf, where he is easy to find when the mood pleases me.
"Sunstar. Combat with me, or be destroyed and collected all the same."
Who dares address the great Sun Pharaoh as he speaks to those who dare to address him? Burning red eyes, exploding with the unpredictable and fierce power of a red giant, turn to the void of Sirius' form. Sunstar, in all of his glory, looks the tyrant's avatar, the hand of the great void reaching across the cosmos to claim its due, and does not bow to the majesty of this absolute power. Instead, he at last breaks the silence, uttering words of defiance to the tyrant with the authority of his rank and unparalleled power.
Sunstar: No thank you, I'm happy just waiting here for my orders.
So speaks Sunstar; the Doomsday Weapon. The cosmos close their doors to Sirius, instead following the whims of the new king of creation and destruction alike; the great and terrible Sunstar!
Sirius' avatar cannot show his emotions, but Sirius' smile stretches to its limits as the energy collected by the wings peaks.
"Happy? What a strange thing . . . how can you possibly be happy, when you are anywhere but where the universe ordains you to be? In my collection, you will be mine, forever, in the darkness . . . then, you can be happy, I think.
"Do you think you would change your mind? It is much more entertaining to play with my toys in their original condition; it would be most unfortunate if I had to break you and put you back together before we could play."
Truly, it was a contest of inflated egos, then, but Sirius would not falter on his sense of superiority. One emperor to a self-proclaimed god . . . but Sirius has dealt with a sun god whose pride was too grand before, and while difficult to control, he was not impossible. He would make this one bow, as well.
Again the pretender to the throne of creation dares to address the great Pharaoh of the stars themselves? What mockery could this possibly be? No, this shall not stand! An emperor may hold great sway, but a Pharaoh is absolute!
Sunstar: I am grateful for your offer, you truly seem most kind. But I regret to say that I must remain here for the time being. Thank you for your understanding
So speaks Sunstar; the Doomsday Weapon. The cosmos have no sway against the whims of the great one, and the universe itself trembles at his mighty voice!