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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2012 13:34:21 GMT -8
Grabbing two of the bars with his right hands he pulled back until the metallic door was wrung from its hinges and set upon the wall next to the door frame.
Looking at the first rescued person...animal...whatever, Enhancer handed over a file he had written for immediate transportation from this area to Creamland.
Go to New Creamland immediately!
He went further into the Prison to remove the others within.
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Post by Snakeskin on Aug 18, 2012 16:33:26 GMT -8
The floofy one was inconsequential. He played no real part in anything... as far as #37 was aware, he was not even from Creamland. His escape was of no concern - but it served well to draw the intruder inward. How perfect.
#37 was a demon of the six-horn variety, more intelligent than most, and head of security at the prison. That meant he wasn't entirely hands-on - though he was more than capable as a fighter - and instead served as a director and commander for the prison guards. As such, he was in direct communication with Nightwind - who had just informed him he was on his way directly to the prison with all his troops. ALL of them - from the city, the castle, the wall; everyone but the beach guards were on their way. That meant this intruder was a serious threat.
His orders were simple - an ambush. Once the intruder had made his way into the building, troops were set to swarm in through the front entrance and all the potential exits, filling the place to its limit. Nightwind himself would be among them. In a matter of moments, in fact. The communication terminal blared out his voice, deep and determined.
"Myself and the troops are in range and have surrounded the building. Expect entry in less than a minute. Is the target inside?"
#37 responded calmly, looking up at one of the many monitors here in the control room receiving video feeds from tiny cameras throughout the prison's labyrinthine halls. The intruder was wandering deeper into the prison on the way to the holding cells.
"Confirmed, Commander. Proceed as planned. I'll have the guards inside the prison join your troops once the rush makes it to their present locations. Keep the mob solid and whole."
Nightwind grunted his approval. Now the exterior cameras showed his mob - an army, really, with hundreds of demons - approaching from all sides. Nightwind landed in front of the group headed for the front door, its bars bent and misshapen. They proceeded inward, the sound of their stomping feet beginning to echo through the narrow halls of the building as they surged through them, jamming them full and blocking off escape. With so many sources, it seemed as though the sound could be coming through the walls themselves - nearly impossible with their all-metal construction and incredible thickness.
As the troops moved past guard posts, #37 dispatched their occupants into the crowd. The demons marched on and on into the building, and yet the cameras outside all showed a mass that barely seemed to be shrinking - like sand pouring slowly down through an hourglass.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2012 17:51:38 GMT -8
With much effort he finally had reached the Prison's Holding Area. Rather than just entering and removing all of the navis therein, he decided on large scale action. Plasma poured from his body into the entry way into the Holding Area as if he was bleeding it out from every part of his body. The idea behind his plan was rather simple.
Scanning...
They were all upon the net. The Dark Colonists, the people of Creamland and the Gigamerican all were just data in the net. With this in Enhancer's mind, it was easy to know that data could easily be moved from one place to another. With most of the Dark Colony's army approaching in a gigantic mass, there was little time for individual rescue. Why not use the Net for what it was intended for. Mass transfer of data.
With the activation of a program, Clear Mind, he started to focus.
(This better work!)
The plasma shot out, encompassing the area where the navis were detained, dissolving the walls as it enveloped the cells and anything else within those walls. The plasma upon contact with navis didn't harm them at all unlike the corrosive like damage it did to the walls, ceilings and other structural objects within the holding area.
The deafening sounds of those approaching were tuned out somehow. Meditation perhaps?
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Post by notegg on Aug 19, 2012 16:16:55 GMT -8
"SIR, YES SIR!" Said Sheep to Enhancer. Whoever this guy was, he was tough. And awesome. And cool. And. . .
In his semi-dazed state Sheep clumsily absorbed the file into his wool and drifted upward, floating manually in place of teleporting.
"On to Creamland then. I wonder just who he is though. . . hope he gets out okay." Sheep said, as he left the area, noticing some form of congregation below, but paying no mind to it. For now he had a mission, and one he intended to keep. As he reached the upper boundaries of the server, his data de-materialized into three distinct balls of fur, one keeping the files, one in which his head was hidden, and one as a decoy. He had no idea what it was that he was carrying, but he assumed it was of the utmost importance; if he were to transport the file, Sheep was going to ensure it's protection.
[Location change: New Creamland]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2012 23:17:58 GMT -8
One by one each navi vanished within the wing of the Prison he was just outside. Their data and all were transferred to New Creamland over a period of minutes. Upon the removal of the last navi he had detected within the Holding Area, Enhancer let out a long drawn out sigh as he headed back into the hallways.
An exit through the front door?
Impossible.
So instead for this Colony's horde to arrive, he'd meet them half way. Walking at a normal pace he generated an orb of plasma in each hand, each no bigger than the size of a baseball, all colored a bright pink with black and brown energy cores cackling within.
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Post by Snakeskin on Sept 7, 2012 11:27:15 GMT -8
#37 slammed a fist on the control console in frustrated awe.
"WHAT!? Where did they go? How did this happen?"
Every single prisoner had escaped in the blink of an eye. It was the most crushing failure in his existence, and he was completely clueless as to how it had happened. There was an aggressive instinct in him that told him to go out and confront the intruder himself to atone for his failure... but logic prevailed. That would not be a wise decision. For now he remained in the control booth and waited for his reckoning.
Besides, his help was not needed. The prison was a wreck, the holding cell area totally obliterated. Some of the troops had been hurt or destroyed - or maybe teleported away, it was hard to tell. But it was a small, inconsequential fraction of the massive army. And the lack of obstacles allowed that army to surge in faster than ever. There were far too many of them coming way too fast, claws and weapons raised in rage and bloodlust, closing in like a vice on Enhancer's location...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2012 12:14:35 GMT -8
Enhancer's plasma orbs floated slowly to the entryways in front of the enclosing army, drifting like paper in the wind. The orbs however grew in size as they made their way toward the horned and unhorned demons in wait, swelling up to the size of a basketball.
(There's far too many. Time to start another transfer)
He decided to go upward for now, leaping and planting a foot into a wall, melting it on contact with plasma generated around his feet. He climbed upward in this fashion to get to the roof of the prison. Hopefully none of them could fly.
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Post by Snakeskin on Sept 7, 2012 12:25:42 GMT -8
Nightwind could fly, and fly he did. And although none of the demons could, it was of little consequence; the hordes piled on top of one another, forming living ladders and hoisting one another up to the roof in pursuit of the intruder. A few of the stupider ones came into direct contact with the orbs. But the demons were surging in from all directions, the climb a minor hindrance to their rapid progress. It was mere moments before the roof was crowded full of soldiers closing in on Enhancer as intently as ever. Nightwind himself remained airborne, circling like a vulture and observing the operation.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2012 12:49:28 GMT -8
Enhancer reflexively backed up until his heels were against the edge of the roof's end. He crossed his three sets of arms and lept off the bridge, adjusting his weight so he could somersault from the prison at the apex of his jump.
The demons who made contact with the orb were lucky to escape with minor burns. That orb was designed for two things.
I'll have to come back another day.
Distraction.
This is it! DISAPPEAR!
And to make things disappear! The orb shot up and outward to Enhancer from its location, piercing through anything it touched, including areas of the prison and roof, and the second it would have touched Enhancer, although the demons couldn't see it, he was gone. Only Nightwind would have been able to see Enhancer's body disappear from view. Where he went, who could say? Perhaps back to Gigamerica. But what was for certain is that the pink orb had grown a bit too big in its short lifespan and it fizzled away, leaving the smell of something burning in the air.
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Post by Snakeskin on Oct 13, 2012 17:38:28 GMT -8
Xyzillentz arrived at the scene of the ruined and emptied prison with an impatient frown on his face. He was lying in the arms of his lackey ElecMan, who was straining to keep his load off the ground. They both stared in surprise and dismay at the scene laid out before them.
"What happened here? It's like a giant bomb went off..."
" Maybe we could have seen it if you weren't so slow. You're incredibly inadequate as a mode of transport, you know. It feels like it took us a month to get here."
ElecMan snarled at the scolding. His first instinct was to scream out a string of cuss words at his new "employer"... but it was unwise and he knew it. He would just need to focus and keep as calm as possible. Tell the freak what he wanted to hear.
"My apologies, SIR. May I put you down, SIR? Your subjects are waiting, SIR." His voice was overflowing with strained, unconvincing cheeriness and reverence. In a way, Xyz found it rather... satisfying. Being worshiped and torturing someone psychologically at the same time was definitely his idea of a good day.
"Go ahead. I'm starting to feel better anyhow."
ElecMan complied, lowering Xyz' feet to the ground. He was able to balance steadily on his own despite the fact he was not yet at full strength - a good sign.
Nightwind flew over the crowd of confused demonic soldiers and landed in front of his survivor, lowering himself into a deep and shameful bow.
"Advisor... I have failed you and my Master. The intruder destroyed the prison and escaped... and somehow, he took all the prisoners with him. But they did not fly or run, it was strange... it was as though they vanished instantly in a flash of light."
"So? They teleported out... is that not a thing where you come from?" ElecMan butted into the conversation rather rudely, earning an angered glare from the winged warrior.
"Who are you to speak to me in such a manner!? I was addressing the Advisor."
Xyzillentz stepped in to explain before ElecMan could open his mouth and screw things up more. "He's ElecMan, my manservant and improvised camel. Also possibly a maid. I'm still trying to decide if he'd look good in the dress."
That horrid thought was enough to stop ElecMan's words in his throat and excise him from the conversation.
"He's right, though. Teleportation is normal here. I take it we didn't have any shields to prevent it?"
"Forgive me, Advisor - I do not know. I did not even understand this was a concern until-"
From out of the crowd of demons, Number 37 stepped out and spoke.
"We did not and we still do not. The prison was a solid structure designed only to prevent methods of escape we were not familiar with from the Dark Dimension. This 'teleportation' was not factored in."
Xyzillentz cocked a scaly brow at the arrival of this new party to the conversation. "And you would be?"
The demon bowed respectfully as he introduced himself. "They call me Number 37. I am the demon in charge of overseeing this prison."
Xyzillentz scoffed. "Well, you WERE. Not much of a prison left to oversee now, is there? Or will you be making sure the mounds of rubble don't escape?"
Number 37 remained calm and collected despite the scathing words. "My fate is up to the Governor now. I can only hope that he will see the failure was not my fault. We were unaware of the enemy's tactics and abilities. The security systems we had were woefully unsuited to this world. If reinstated, I would of course research and request upgrades to address the problem."
"If your fate is up to the Governor than we'll never find out what happens to you. He does his job about as well as a rock bounces. He's never even around."
"Indeed. He has been a great disappointment to me. I am displeased."
From nowhere and everywhere, it came. It was THAT voice. The voice of the Master.
The sky blackened and the seas swelled, and a vortex of hellish orange light tore a swirling hole in the clouds.
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Post by Snakeskin on Feb 3, 2013 0:06:35 GMT -8
Lord Samhain's glowing mouth grinned through the portal in space-time overlooking the island as he addressed his followers, the cyclone tossing debris and embers to and fro like snowflakes in a shaken globe. "Master!" Nightwind shouted like a little child seeing his mother after a long trip away. He fell into a deep bow, refusing to let himself look at his Lord's great dark visage. He was unworthy - unless Master told him otherwise. Xyzillentz was thoroughly taken aback. For a moment he simply stared slack-jawed, before finally making a courteous and respectful bow - unlike Nightwind, he did not hold it and instead stood back up to full height. Behind him, ElecMan mouthed "What the f-" before Xyz stomped on his foot as a none-too-subtle signal. Holding in a shriek of shock and pain, ElecMan hastily bowed as well. Number 37 joined Nightwind in his deep and sustained bow, but tilted his head up to address his overlord. "Lord Samhain... what is it you will do?"The result was instant, booming, and imposing. The sound seemed to shake the entire island. "Xion is hereby stripped of his title and authority as Governor of this colony. He is also stripped of his citizenship and will no longer be protected by the colony's laws. Feel free to kill him on sight."Nightwind held his breath. The throne that he had been meant to occupy was now vacant. At Master's word, he would be ready to take it up. Ready to rule, as he knew he had been groomed to in those long, dark decades under Master's savage care. "Nightwind, as the original assigned Governor, has proven his incompetence as well. His failure to act during the invasion is NOT forgiven. He is to remain in his current demoted rank."A disappointed sigh escaped his leathery lips. He had not expected to retake the throne so easily, was not even sure he would have believed it if the words had come out of Master's mouth. But for a brief sliver of time he had dared to hope. That phase had passed. "Xyzillentz. As Advisor, the role falls to you."A seed of fear formed within the snake-headed sinner, threatening to sprout into panic. This was what he'd been afraid of ever since realizing he was one of just two Earthlings to align themselves with Samhain in the final battle of the invasion. Respect was wonderful, power was great, fame was darkly divine. He enjoyed the bits and pieces of authority his role as Advisor granted him. But this kind of responsibility under such a cruel master... and that kind of potential public spotlight on him as not a celebrity but a politician, a THREAT... it made him sick. He did not want to be thrust into the limelight of leadership. Fear can make people do crazy things. In this case, it made a foreigner from a colonized land, a puny little mortal not even real enough to be made of flesh and blood, question the choice of an incredibly powerful demonic deity. Aloud. "...Lord Samhain. In my current capacity as Advisor, I must... advise... against this decision. It would be an honor to serve you in a greater capacity, my lord, but I am not qualified. I know little of the Dark Dimension and its workings, and about as much of commanding such a vast group of underlings. I am familiar with Earth customs, Earth peoples and places, and I feel I am best suited to advising someone else on how to handle them. Someone already versed in leadership and your realm's ways, my lord."Eloquent, well-reasoned, and luckily just sycophantic enough to not get him killed. Instead, Samhain responded calmly, almost curiously. "Who would you suggest, then? Certainly not our fallen horse general.""No, actually..." Xyzillentz turned and pointed to Number 37. "I was thinking of him. As you can see, there was an attack on the prison. Through no fault of his, it was successful... but in my discussions with him I've found him to be intelligent, motivated, and determined to please you. He has experience as a commander of the prison guard. I believe he should be the new Governor, my lord."Number 37 looked over to Xyzillentz, and then to Samhain. His expression was unreadable. It could have been surprise, or fear, or hope, happiness or sadness. What was clear was that he was resigned to his fate, whichever decision his lord made. There was a pause, not nearly so silent as may have been expected with the tempest's winds howling through the air. Then a reply at long last. "...Agreed, Advisor Xyzillentz. But be warned: If he disappoints me as Xion and Nightwind have, I will hold you responsible as well as him."Xyz' relief was so great it left him unable to speak. Instead he bowed in acknowledgement. Number 37, for his part, stood to full height silently. Red lightning struck all around him, with not a single clap of thunder. Instead, there was only the powerful voice of his overlord. "To fulfill your new duties as my Governor, I grant you a wealth of dark powers... a new form... the utmost authority under me... and a name. Governor Xezzukhz. You will serve me well... or else."The lightning parted and Number 37 stood a changed demon. He was a massive 8 1/2 feet tall, covered in rusty-red scales. His six horns had by joined by countless others, smaller ones that cascaded down the back of his neck like hair as a symbol of authority. His tail split into four whip-like appendages halfway through its length. And his eyes glowed with a flaming intensity that looked to have been lit by Samhain's own firey glow. As the lightning vanished, so did Lord Samhain - and with him the storm that had heralded his arrival. But Governor Xezzukhz stood strong. He looked over his shoulder and lifted his tail into the air, scraping his claws together, flexing a leg - trying out his new body. He was pleased. Nightwind stood up only to turn to Xezzukhz and bow again. "My Governor. I pledge to serve you well."Xezzukhz smirked. "Do not worry about the formalities now, Nightwind. They can be addressed later. For now, escort me back to my castle. I shall need to make myself at home." He glanced down at his body, clad only in a loincloth. "And find more suitable apparel."He turned his burning gaze next to Xyzillentz and his bewildered companion. The darkloid could feel the heat from that stare, building up within him like a fever. And he was almost certain it wasn't just because of the loincloth. "Advisor, go about your business with your little friend. I shall summon you if I require your services."Xyzillentz was relieved to be set free, but there was one important question he felt needed to be asked before they parted. "Yes Governor, but... how will you contact me?"The answer came as a whisper in his head, not as a voice from Xezzukhz' mouth. The newly-promoted demon simply said: One of the powers my Lord has bestowed upon me. It is, after all, important for a Governor to be able to speak with his cabinet in private - no matter where they may be.And then, just as he turned away to walk to the palace with Nightwind, he said one more thing. Thank you, Earthling.Xyzillentz smirked and turned the other way, grabbing ElecMan by the shoulder and tugging him along. "Hey! He didn't even answer you! What kind of Governor does he think he is? He's-"Xyzillentz stepped on his foot again. "Bolt Boy, he answered just fine. The message wasn't for you. Now let's get going, there must be something interesting to do..."NIGHTWIND to SAMHAIN'S CASTLE - INTERIOR XYZILLENTZ & ELECMAN to DARK CITY
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2013 10:29:28 GMT -8
When it seemed as though everyone was gone, A vampiric navi transferred into an open prison cell. Immediately he began planting, and arming, a bomb.
"Hopefully this will work the first time."
The bomb was set to go off in thirty minutes, leaving just enough time to make a timely exit.
"Too easy."
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Post by notegg on Oct 15, 2014 11:14:13 GMT -8
The strange, grey-black metal armor approached the building, beady red eyes a glare upon the area.
"HUB.BAT is somewhere nearby. So close!" More of a rasp than speech, the Static navi makes haste, slaughtering any demons that choose to be in his way.
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Post by Phen on Oct 15, 2014 14:24:38 GMT -8
Phenoix warped in just outside the prison building. He had followed the navi Static all the way here, apparently this one knew more about the final piece of the puzzle than they. Hub.BAT, a program Phenoix had honestly never heard of, was the final key to this mystery of the truth. That and the other truth that this Static was a thief, stepping in out of nowhere demanding the data and taking it by force when so much as questioned as to who he was. Phenoix had showed up slightly later than the navi in question, though following him in was rather easy, there was a trail of partially deleted demonic navis behind him. As Phenoix moved along the path with a similar haste to catch up to the one who so quickly eluded them, feathers droppped off from his wings, dropping on and around those that were on the edge of deletion. The feathers incinerated upon contact with anything, but the wounds on those that were lying almost dead on the ground began to close. Their stamina still drained from the injury, but no longer were they in mortal danger. Perhaps to offset the times where his furious emotions got the better of him, even when not actively tending to the wounded, Phenoix's programming helped him to help others. Perhaps it was karmic justice that he would help even those who would likely stand against him again.
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Post by B.o.B. on Oct 24, 2014 10:31:39 GMT -8
(ooc: will format later, trying to mass catch up on posts) B.o.B. ported into the network in front of Static, the AnlyzdCmpstn giving away his exact position to B.o.B. Command Order-Build! Placing its left hand on the ground B.o.B. created a massive wall behind it, blocking all ways past. B.o.B.:"We have a few more questions for you..." said B.o.B. Hoping this would give Phoenix and Mirror the time need to catch up.
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