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At the charred ruins of a forgotten home a man stood. Here the man watched as nothing was built into everything. And he watched it all burn down in tragedy. He put his hand on a beam, he could feel the short bloodline flow through it. The mother lived, the son even more so. The man clenched his fist, the black gauntlet moving with him. His fingers crackled with red energy, the energy to manipulate blood. Unleashing that power he lashed out into the wood watching it splinter under his force. The shards bounced off his armor but one sliced into his face drawing blood. The man traced his finger along the wound feeling it open farther from the hardened tip of the gauntlet. He chuckled and forced more blood to flow out than normal. He hardened it along his hand forming a thin blade and sliced into the beam further, cleaving it in two. He let the remaining blood splash to the ground, he had no use for it now. He stepped in to admire the short but bittersweet life Akron Stormbringer tried to create. He found what he was looking for: a steel helmet burned beyond use. But identifiable as the helm the great warrior once wore. "What lies have been seeded into your name? Who dares carry on your memory? To call you a hero? I will finish what you started, I will avenge your legacy, you were born a herald of death. I will see to it that you be recognized as one." He picked up the helm and held it in his palms. Darkness from inside his palm flowed into the armor, repairing it, staining it until the once mighty helm now oozed with corruption from the deed. He put on the helmet, the slits for eyes made the wearer's seem hollow, like an abyss. "All will die."

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[b]Location: Classified Time: one year after Pavel's death[/b] "Will it work?" The female scientist asked. There were two of them, overseeing construction of the facility. The construction robots worked tirelessly as the two conversed in a finished portion of the labs. "I've run the numbers and they seem sound, few if any would be lost during the process, training might account for three percent but remember the prime was immensely successful. The only thing we need now is genetic material to grow them from." "The new prime minister assured me that we had his full cooperation. Anything we needed we need only ask." "And how much of your womanly charm was used to get that?" "More than you'll ever see, and besides he was a friend of the prime, he wanted to see him alive again, even if it is like this." The pair sat in silence as the workers below toiled towards a goal they had yet to understand and never would. [b]Three years ago[/b] "CT 4648, please explain your answer, this is left quite a bit vague." The young man took a deep breath and began to speak to his instructor. "Sir CT 4648 reports as ordered. If I had left CT 8091 behind he could have been taken prisoner and they could have extracted information from him, plus his wounds were not so serious that the army couldn't use him again provided he got proper treatment. I left CT 2871 in charge of the rest of the squad because he's a capable leader, even if he doesn't think so. The old instructor stroked his chin for a moment before smirking. "All very good answers 4648, but we both know you left one out. Your both brothers, and brothers don't leave each other behind. Remember you Troopers can only rely on each other and your training in the field." "Yes sir" The two scientists watched from behind a wall of glass, their subordinates working on various projects behind them. "Impressive, most impressive they appear to be taking to their training quite well. To think in three more years they will be operational." The woman sighed. "Thomas, for the umpteenth time, even though they are clones they are still human beings. They aren't machines in flesh." They were interrupted by a young scientist, a woman from biomedical department, who also happened to be the daughter of the other scientists. "Mother, here are those reports on the growth stability and acceleration tests." "Thank you dear." The woman said as her daughter left. "Poor girl, Thomas you should really let her see the outside world, instead of trapping her in here with us. Let her see the Galaxy, let her fall in love, let her live. Unless you think one of the clones will sweep her off her feet." "Not this again, she's far too smart to waste her time galavanting around with some boy who can't tell a particle from his own backside." "I was thinking CT 4648, he's an impressive young man." The man sighed. "We'll talk about this later." And with that the control room was silent as the scientists pretended to work, some taking sides in their bosses's disagreement.

[b][i]Vengeance[/i][/b] Ryan drops out of his rift, bleeding from his mouth, nose, his ribs fractured, and a couple fingers broken. He had teleported into the med bay of his hidden base, on an unknown location on Terra. He quickly heals himself, signing in relief as the pain dissipates. After this he sat, thinking about the altercation and fight between him and his brother. Ryker was strong, extremely so. He would have to put everything he had into beating Ryker. In the end this was for the same goal as it was before, kill his brother. The one who had abandoned him, the one who had let him be sucked into the void. In his mind he could always hear the whispers, the whispers of evil that were permanently stuck inside his head, a reminder of what he had seen and done, a permanent atonement to his sins. He stands, summoning some black fire in his hands. "Oh brother... How I pity you." He smiles as he dashes the flame away, walking into his own armory. Opening a small cabinet he pulls out a sword. This sword was decrypt and evil looking. A warped obsidian blade with tiny holes punched in it, the blade ragged. Despite its aged appearance it was one of the most deadly swords ever made. A nick on the skin and it would kill. This sword channeled the energies of those who could wield it, amplifying and making the user nearly unstoppable. This link was symbiotic, power for power in return. It's name was [i]Soul Drinker[/i]. Ryan was not far off from his brother in terms of armor. In another much larger cabinet, he pressed a button to open, revealed a suit. Outfitted with as much if not more technology than Rykers, Ryan was ready. He smiles, closing the door and putting his sword back into his compartment. "Soon brother... You will know my pain. Soon I will finally have, my vengeance."

Brandt slings across the Golden City. Shooting tendrils from his hands and swinging through the air. He screams and yells in excitement. He sometimes wall runs and parkours, drawing many peoples eyes. He continues to do this. Having the time of his life.

[b][u]Chenmo:[/u][/b] [i]Proti Aspida[/i] Six months after the previous events. ____________ [i]I never knew that bones could rot...[/i] Chenmo tosses the bone aside, and continues on his expedition through the wrecked warship impaled into the side of the machine planet. Stratos ships were designed to be streamlined, with weapons tucked away into panels and compartments during flight. However these same ships grew the resemblance of porcupines when threatened, the great metal beasts extending long and dangerous spines towards their attackers. The [i]Garasunaifu[/i] maintained a perfect 45 degree angle with the planet, rising far above the surface like a strange cliff, bristling with metallic trees jutting down towards the ground as if blasted back by some long forgotten explosion. While the ships crash had made quite the interesting vista, it made the navigation of the wreckage that much more difficult for Chenmo. This minuteman style vessel was built for speed, a bastard child of the infamous "hole-punchers" and a super-weapon platform, and packed to the brim with equipment, leaving no room for luxury. Chenmo was surprised to find navigation AI and klaxon bells still chiming as he neared the wreckage and even more surprised to find that the automatic doors were still functional enough to recognize his bio signature and great him with a friendly "Welcome aboard, Helldiver Chenmo". Chenmo had chosen his target carefully, throughly surveying the boneyard of warships to find just what he needed to complete his goal. The ships had fallen nose first to the planets surface, leaving the rapid transit cores intact. While most ships had fallen this way, this one also had the good fortune of crashing directly above a vent for the planets EMF generator, whose purpose was to shield them planets inhabitants from deadly cosmic radiation. [i]Proti Aspida[/i] was not the only machine planet in the solar system, simply the capital. All of the planets and the host star had been exploited by the militant civilization, drafted into eternal service in the armed forces. However, contrary to its appearance the solar systems new metallic re-skin had not sucked the life from it bodies, but rather animated it into an unholy lifeform, a self repairing sentience surely to out last its creators. Sadly, due to the war that has ravaged it, the being could no longer maintain itself, evoked into a great sleep by its assailant. All Chenmo was trying to do give it a little poke, wake it back up. Chenmo wiped the sweat off of his brow and and into his eye. [i]Hrngh. Gross.[/i] He swipes his finger across his eyelid and blinks a few times, in an attempt to remove the salty solution from his eye. Finally he tugs off his shirt blue cotton teeshirt and gives his face and next a thorough cleaning off before feeding the shirt through a look in his climbing harness. Unlike what his name might suggest, Chenmo was not of Asian descent, quite conversely he held the appearance of an Arabian man from old earth, with a dark complexion and blue eyes. Not given the luxuries of razors in the harsh post war environment, his beard was rough and scraggly, cut and trimmed with a small sword, a true last resort: most of his knives already lost during his explorations. Reaching down between his legs he hefts a large duffel bag up and loops the strap around a stairway railing, and tying it tight. Groping above him Chenmo feels around doorway to next room searching for a handhold. He finds one, and shifts his weight and onto the exit sign on the other side of the door. With a crack the plastic in the sign gives way, and tosses Chenmo to the ships floor. The climbing harness does its job, and catches his fall, shooting pitons and spikes into the ships interior. [i]Whew. No more second chances. I'm on my own now. Gotta be careful. Gotta be careful.[/i] He resumes his ascension, and eventually reaches his duffel bag. Unzipping the main pouch, he gingerly reaches in and extracts a metal cylinder, fixed with a chrome finish. After looking it over briefly he chicks it full force at the wall in front, or rather above him. The cylinder sticks the wall on impact, squishing slightly as if it were made of putty. [i]Last charge set. Now where is that damned detonator?[/i] He reaches over to the duffel bag and fishes around in it until he pulls out a hand grenade. [i]Pull pin, count to three, throw.[/i] Chenmo follows his own instruction flawlessly, lobbing the pineapple at the wall in a graceful arc. The blast shakes the ship and knocks a few light fixtures loose, sending them tumbling down the ship. A blue grid flashes over the wall accompanied with a low whine. The cylinder fully dissolves into the wall and covers it in a reflective shine. The wall drifts away, slowly at first, as the ship is torn in two by the destructive munitions. The gleaming metal is boiling now, leaving red hot stains in its wake on the ships structure. As the metal cools Chenmo quickly climbs to the newly formed hole with a grin on his face. [i] Hell yeah![/i] He lets out a cry as he sees his plan in action, the engines of the ship plummeting my downwards onto the city park below, built over the EMF vent. It crashes through the thin grass covered surface with a boom, dwarving the thousand year old trees it kicks into the air in its wake. Another cheer escapes his mouth as he sees the deep void that had opened up under the park. He drives a strange tri-bladed knife into a nearby console and watches happily as it fills up with dozens of warnings and flashing notifications. [quote] FIVE MINUTES UNTIL TOTAL ENVIRONMENTAL FAILURE [/quote] With a few deft movements Chenmo leaps up and out of the ship and begins plummeting towards the planets surface.

[b]The Gods' Folly.[/b] [b]Taking out the elf wasnt that hard . An army? Great. The Hunter saw the elf on the Most Wanted list and figured he had nothing else to do. He tracked him to a mountain in the middle of nowhere, and saw a great fire burning and a great feast going on. Naturally, him being [i]the[/i]Hunter, he came to join in the festivities . Immediately, they readied their bows and shot. They actually hurt! Some new type of arrow, most likely. The Hunter was only a minor god-like being, and he needed help.[/b] [spoiler]Open to all omnipotent or powerful beings.[/spoiler]

[u]"A Betrayal Payed in Blood"[/u] [u]Location: Ako's old Villa[/u] [u]6 years ago[/u] [b]Deadeye hid and exited his Bloodshed Tier 2 power armor, he was in a rather clean tuxedo. He opened the door, as it creaked the lights turned on. A tapping was heard, it rather echoed the deep halls. He entered as a woman, in a rather exotic red dress, her visage the most beautiful a man could see.[/b] "Anastasia..." "Where have you been, Istvan?" "Business trip." [b]His voice had gotten lighter, indicating he was lying.[/b] "I thought you said you would just liberate Hungary from dictation and your lying to me?!" "I can explain!" "Then proceed." [b]He sighs, knowing he would have to tell a terrible truth. Footsteps, light enough to hardly be heard, the feet shuffled, waiting.[/b] "the Spravedliví Řád... that "liberation group" I made. I abused all the power I had, I decided to take the Czech Republic as well. I caused hell to the republic . We grew, struck terror among neighboring countries. Before you ask yes, we were and always a terrorist group. I-Ihope you can forgive me..." [b]Anastasia then gets up, and shove the table. She then walks up to Istvan and smacks him across the face. The figure, the shadow behind the wall cringed after hearing the smack.[/b] "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THAT, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR THICK, TWISTED MIND?!" "Anastasia please!" "There's no way I can forgive you!" [b]He didn't show but, a slight sadness engulfed him from the mind, Deadeye was psychologically attacked with his mixed emotions. Anastasia seemed to have rushed out of the room, bursting in tears. A 9mm Pistol clicked as it was fired at the woman throat. She sprawled on the floor, almost seemed dead. Pieces seemed to have sprayed across the room, The man, the Pursuer gained his pace toward her. She tried to get up, all while shaking as two more shots where placed into her head. He speaks with a filtered, near distorted voice. [/b] "Contract, complete." "I wish that would of never happened..." "Sir, you said to do it." "NO I HAVEN'T YOU BRAINLESS SON OF A BITCH!" "I have a pre-recorded message, I knew you'd say something like this." [b]Deadeye, thought to be cold, heartless, bitter, gets to his knees bursting into tears. His hands eclipsed his face, Achilles seemed to have lost his patience, his temper nearly lost do to his Leader's agony.[/b] "Quit it will you?! You said to do it and it's done. I expect to you to shut the -blam!- up and man up!" [b]His words where ignored, as a V-122 Transport helicopter was descending as Achilles climbed aboard as it took off. Istvan stood still, frozen in pace for another five minutes. He walked back into the villa, the fresh crimson water, the puddle that formed. He slipped his hands onto his wife's back as he seemed to embraced the corpse. He seemed to have been whispering to himself.[/b] "I will never let you go in memory, in the name of us, the blood we seemed to have shared. I never wanted this to happen, [i]never...[/i] [b]He held on, the pain of loss lasted for five more, agonizing minutes.[/b] [u]6 years later...[/u] [u]Location: The Golden City, western section[/u] [b]Deadeye in his full power armor, his MK-22 M967 chain gun in hand. He didn't exactly fully keep word from six years ago, the staged murder of his wife, Anastasia Duris. The word that he would never let word go, he seemed to have gained something from it. Freedom. He was able to have full reign of the Spravedliví Řád, full say on any "missions", full control of his little world. The puppeteer of his little stage, this was all him. He directed U-09 Prowler stealth jets across the sky, they've built a name for themselves, a reputation that they've built from their week of occupation. Deadeye was ready to place the next pawn onto the chessboard, being Terra and it's occupants. [/b] "This will be the day... the day that all is conquered, all that is... remembered." [spoiler]Closed, feedback is highly appreciated. [/spoiler]