[RP][RISE] Rise 7: The Beyonders START
May 5, 2017 10:36:37 GMT -6
Post by Hawk on May 5, 2017 10:36:37 GMT -6
It was a suicide mission. No other way to describe it. They were facing unfamiliar and gargantuan adversary, and regardless of how many zeroes they put on the paycheck, most mercenaries had too much sense to sign-up for a mission they would most likely never return from. And yet, despite all odds, they had gotten a decent number of applicants for the Giant Hunters project. After scouring the the entire galaxy, Balor and Sonya were able to locate the best of the best, the most desperate of the desperate, and the most insane of the insane. If Balor had his way, he would have filled all of the spots on the Giant Hunters roster with his elite Demons, but that would not have won then any favor with their new allies the Reds. The only solution both sides could agree on was to equip a group of mercenaries with no loyalty to either side with the best weapons they had and see how they could do against an adversary shrouded in mystery.
"Now, all that's left to do is for us to decide who is going to make the cut..." Balor whispered. The Demon commander in the black cowboy had, as usual, decided against wearing a shirt to this meeting. Considering that the only company he had in the room was a gender-neutral robot and a young woman he regarded as his little sister, it was unknown who he was trying to impress.
"Many of these...uh...applicants have a long criminal record..." Falstaff said as he poured over the papers in front of him. Each of the mercenaries they were examining had a file with their name and picture on it. Unfortunately, many of their photos came from wanted posters strewn throughout the galaxy. These were not the kinds of soldiers they wanted representing their military.
"A collection of rogues, outcasts, and misfits the likes of which the galaxy has never seen." Sonya said as she leaned back in her wheelchair. "You guys said that you wanted an unconventional fighting team. Seeing as our own military failed miserably against the Beyonders, it's time we tried something new."
"Not that I'm complaining! Don't worry about me!" Falstaff quickly replied. "I'll take what we can get on a mission like this. If nothing else our potential allies are certainly...dangerous. Hopefully more so to the Beyonders than ourselves, but well, I digress-"
"Can it tin can. Nobody is an ally yet. We still have to make the final decision." Balor lifted his legs onto the table. He smelled like leather. "Besides, regardless of who we pick, my main concern is that giant H.M.V. that you and the Blacksmith are working on. One that can go toe-to-toe with the Beyonders. As long as we have one of our own on the inside, I don't care who else is accompanying them." Balor pointed at Sonya.
"Yeah, about that..." Sonya sighed. "I know that you wanted me to pilot that Balor, but it isn't going to work out."
"What? Why not?" Balor raised an eyebrow. "You're one of the best pilots of the Demons and one of the few survivors of a Beyonder attack. Not even the Reds could argue against you being in charge."
"Don't misunderstand me. If the team needs guidance or tactical assistance, I am more than willing to offer my expertise. But in terms of piloting that new mech, that spot is not for me." Sonya said. "I would feel lost if I were separated from Ryu on the battlefield."
Balor scoffed. "I think you put too much faith in that giant monster of yours Sonya."
"Faith has nothing to do with it. We're connected Balor. We're stuck together whether we like it or not." Sonya said. "Besides, if you don't trust him, that's even more reason to want me to be on the inside."
"But-"
"Balor." Falstaff said. Even the Immortal seemed surprised that he interrupted. "Wow, I just silenced the leader of the Demons. Go me." He shook his head. "Listen Balor, it's foolish to argue. If she would be distracted by Ryu, then we don't want her piloting our most powerful H.M.V. in the first place. It will have to be one of the other applicants."
"...Alright." Balor said hesitantly. "Then who?"
"Whoever proves their worth. Now, enough wasting time." Sonya reached out for one of the files. "Let's get started."
"Oh boy, now here's a winner." Balor said. "I can tell just from the hair that this one is going to be good."
"She is wanted by almost every single major military group in our galaxy. She has committed almost every single crime known to man or machine as though she is trying to complete Inmate Bingo." Falstaff said. "Apparently Miss Vegas Tzeenosaur Dynamite Turnbuckle runs a gang."
"So what you're saying is that she is a crazy person." Balor said. "Fine way to start Sonya."
"You say crazy, I say unpredictable." Sonya crossed her arms. "I think that you're just upset that she's managed to evade your capture."
"So...I assume that if we were insane enough to accept her on this mission, she would want her crimes to be pardoned." Sonya nodded as Balor scratched his chin. "Do you think she's worth it Sonya?"
"She's good at what she does. If this job managed to garner her interest, then I'd say she'd be a good addition." Sonya explained.
"True. And even though I'm about twenty feet tall and weight more than a tank, I'm a bit frightened of her too. Those Beyonders won't stand a chance." Falstaff said cheerfully.
"Alright, she's in. But she's your responsibility." Balor pointed to Sonya.
"Of course." Sonya reached for the next file.
“Woah, what the heck is that?” Balor asked. Very few men, even those in Balor’s position, were aware of the Star Group, essentially the realtors of the galaxy. In large numbers their powers were almost godlike, but with their applicant being the only one left, his powers were considerably less impressive.
“His name is Nebulae. Claims that he created life in the Mjolnir galaxy.” Sonya said. “Right now, about all he is capable of is energy blasts, but I’ve seen them in process and it’s...awesome.”
“How awesome?” Balor asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Awesome enough that we want this guy on our side.”
“I’m...hesitant. His kind remind me of the Forefathers.” Falstaff said warily. “I am not fond of those who look down on the rest of the galaxy as though they are gods.”
“This coming from one of the Immortals. Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” Balor asked.
“Perhaps. Still, we all know our history.” Falstaff explained. “These kinds of beings are dangerous.”
“Then consider it one of your many assignments to come up with a good way to kill this man should he betray us.” Balor ordered. “Who’s next?”
Balor’s eyes lit up when Sonya revealed the picture. “Hey, I recognize that one. That’s Markus! He seemed like a good kid.”
“He transforms into a giant capable of reforming lost limbs.” Sonya said.
“...I stand by what I said about the good kid piece.” Balor said. “I approve of hiring practices that involving using monsters to kill bigger monsters.”
“It’s interesting that he does not require an H.M.V. Could make him useful if our squad is caught without their usual weaponry.” Falstaff said. “His biology is...fascinating. I hope he will allow me to study him.”
“You can see all you want because when he transforms without his armor, he is nude.” Sonya said. “Anyway, I think we can all agree that a giant would be useful. Moving on…”
“D’aww, he’s kinda cute.” Falstaff said with a pleased grin on his face. “Look at his fluffy tail.”
“You realize he’s an incredibly badass samurai right?” Sonya asked.
“Yeah, but I bet he plays fetch and sniffs butts as well.” Falstaff coughed. “Sorry. Canis humor.”
“This guy reminds me of the Paladins. A man of honor who wishes to test his skills against the Beyonders. No nonsense swordmaster.” Balor said. “I can dig it. If Achilles was still teaching his skills, this guy should have sought him out. He’s in. Who’s next?”
“This is Corporal Kuwanyamtiwa Karo.” Sonya said confidently.
“I’m sorry, what?” Balor asked.
“Kuwanyamtiwa.”
Balor blinked. “See, there’s that word again. English please Sonya. No one here is going to remember Kuwa...Kuwalatee...Kootie...whatever her name is.”
“I can see I’m the only one here who knows how to pronounce things. For those of us without basic linguistic abilities, she also accepts Kaya.” Sonya said. “She’s a sharpshooter from the Hopi Federation. She’s also super cool and I kinda want to ask her to be my big sister.” She blushed.
“The Hopi Federation...what is their relationship like with the Demons again?” Falstaff asked.
“We’re on the same side, similarly opposed to the Reds. Unlike us though, they tend to stay put whereas the Demons are more nomadic.” Balor explained. “Personally, I think it is only a matter of time until the Reds gather a big enough force to wipe them out, but that’s just me.”
“Her H.M.V. is...old-fashioned. I would use the phrase ‘oldie but a goodie,’ but that would be inaccurate. It is, in layman’s terms...junk.” Falstaff said. “But she apparently refuses to upgrade.”
“As long as she gets results she can ride a tricycle for all I care.” Balor said. “Next suicidal mercenary?
"So...this one's interesting." Falstaff said. "She used to be a member of the Solar Society, basically a cult of sorts. She specializes in hardlight technology, which even I am only slightly familiar with." Flastaff opened her file to reveal multiple pictures. "She also has multiple AIs. More AIs mean more intelligence after all."
"Says the man who rode into a black hole." Sonya muttered.
"That's not funny." Falstaff said, shrinking in his seat.
"From her skills list, I can say she seems very versatile. I just hope that having multiple AIs yelling in her had hasn't had any averse effect on her sanity." Balor said. "Hearing voices sucks."
“Oooohhhhhh…” Balor whistled. “Who's this beauty?”
“Sonya, would you do the honors?” Falstaff asked. Sonya sucked in a deep breath.
“Her name is Her Royal Highness, Empress Ascendant Samantha Catherine Danvers XIII, Daughter of House Zander, Blossom Triumphant of the Eightieth Season, Heiress to the Riches of Kaishana, Bearer of the Sacred Rosefire...or Sam for short.” Sonya turned to Balor. “And I see that look in your eye Balor. This woman could break you in half.”
“I love a woman who can kick my ass.” Balor said as he stared at her picture. At last, his eyes fell on her wings. “Wow, she’s an angel.”
“She’s also 6’9. She looks down on people like you Balor. Both literally and figuratively.” Sonya said, crossing her arms.
“Outside of pleasing Balor libido...what does she have to offer the team?” Falstaff asked.
“She’s a warrior in every sense of the word and a natural leader. Trust me, recommending her for this squad was an easy choice.” Sonya explained.
“Interesting. I do not see anything like her in my databanks.” Falstaff explained.
“Meaning?” Balor asked
“I mean in terms of species. There is nothing quite like her in the Mjolnir galaxy...at least not that the Immortals have discovered.” Falstaff said. “She is not from around here.”
“Regardless, is her phone number part of her file?”
“No.” Sonya said, closing the file loudly. “Moving on.”
"Ew, what's with this guy's face." Sonya said. "It's so...detailed. It's like he exists in another world from everyone else."
"That ugly motherfucker is the doctor who I had patch you up." Balor said. "And most likely will patch you up again. His name is Doctor Marshall."
"But where's his outlines?" Falstaff asked. "I find it hard to trust a guy without outlines."
"I'll admit that his appearance is a bit strange." Balor said, scratching his ten abs. "But we should tolerate people even if they are different."
"Very well." Sonya said. "Buy a bag to put over his head..."
“Well, it’s about time we got to this guy.” Balor said with a grin on his face.
Sonya threw her pen at him. “No clock puns please.” With a sigh, Sonya composed herself before continuing. “His name is Big Ben, a Clockwight which, despite being a rarely seen race in Mjolnir, is at least one we have some knowledge about. He’s tough and durable, and can even heal himself a little in the heat of battle.”
“I’m happy we have some regenerating mercenaries on our squad. They’ll come in handy when the Beyonders start beating the crap out of them.” Balor said, leaning back in his chair.
“Thank you for your vote of confidence Balor…” Sonya muttered.
“C’mon, I know I’ve been goofing around, but I’ve been reading these profiles.” Balor said. “Most of these guys carry close range weapons on their person and their mechs. This guy’s mech fights with his fists. What the heck is punching going to do to a giant monster?”
“...I believe the intention is to punch it Balor.” Falstaff said as silence fell over the room. “I assumed that was obvious.”
“Well, good luck to him.” Balor smirked. “I hope he has a good time.”
“I will murder you.” Sonya said as she grabbed the next file.
“So this is Tora.”
“Who?” Balor asked.
“Tora, a Mautou, basically space owls. He’s a legendary warrior on the level of Achilles.” Sonya explained.
“Who?”
Sonya blinked as she realized what Balor was doing. “Fuck off Balor.” Sonya explained. “Achilles made it clear that he did not want to become involved in this conflict. However, he promised that he could find a warrior on his level. Tora is that warrior.”
“He must be quite powerful to have earned that kind of respect from Achilles.” Balor said, crossing his arms. “Why haven’t we heard of him before now?”
“According to Achilles, he views himself as a peacekeeper. He wants to leave behind his life of conflict. Now he spends most of his time meditating.” Sonya said. “Achilles convinced hime to come out of retirement.”
“Then let’s hope his old body can hold up. Who we got next?” Balor asked.
“Wait...I know that guy.” Balor said, taking the file in his hand and looking closely at the photo. “I don’t even have to look at this guy’s name. It’s Tarrick Ulsanni, one of our former covert operatives. One of our best.”
“So...why did he leave?” Falstaff asked.
“Money.” Balor spat. “As far as I’m concerned, he’s a traitor and a coward. He is not welcome on this team Sonya.”
“Hey, you know that he’s one of the best Balor. And against the Beyonders, we need the best.” Sonya said. “We don’t have the luxury of holding grudges.”
“This isn’t a grudge. This guy is a wanted man. He’s a deserter Sonya. Under any other circumstances, we would hang him in public.” Balor leaned forward. “He cannot come here.”
“Well, with all due respect Balor, you know that this is my operation and not yours. When it comes to who is in or out...I’m asking for your opinion, not your permission.” Sonya said. “So he’s in.”
“Sonya!” Balor yelled. “Remember who your commander is. Our soldiers will murder him on sight.”
“No, they won’t because if they do Ryu will eat them and you do not have the manpower necessary to take unnecessary casualties.” Sonya said stubbornly. “The Giant Hunters team we are creating does not work for the Reds, and we don’t work for the Demons. Right Falstaff?”
“Hey, don’t involve me!” The Immortal held up his hands.
“But you’re the third vote. The tiebreaker!” Sonya said as both her and Balor stared down the Immortal.
“Right…” Falstaff said. “Then in that case, I agree with Sonya. We need the best, and if she says that he fits that category, then I trust her.” Balor was still fuming as Sonya reached for the next file. “Balor, if you need to leave-”
“I’m fine Falstaff. Just remember Sonya, once a traitor, always a traitor."
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
"Well, this man is certainly...unusual..." Falstaff muttered. "A billionaire playboy. What could he possibly want to do with us or the Beyonders?"
"Maybe he sees it as good sport?" Sonya shrugged. "Maybe he wants to make a profit off of making a zoo full of Beyonders? Maybe he has a giant alien fetish? Either way, he's here, and he has has own ship that is basically a resort. If nothing else, he will aid us greatly in the victory celebration."
"I don't like Frisball." Balor said, crossing his arms. "I wish the man had better taste in sports. Frisball is so...violent."
"Coming from the commander of a military group..." Sonya muttered. "Anyway, next one."
"I like her." Balor said.
"Is that you or your unmentionables talking?" Sonya asked. Falstaff chuckled, but after one look from Balor he stopped himself.
"It has nothing to do with her appearance. Give me some credit Sonya. After all, I put up with you don't I." As Sonya slowly turned redder than a tomato, Balor continued. "I like the fact that she understands the necessity of doing bad things for good reasons. It says in her profile that she killed a corrupt commissioner in cold blood. She's a murderer...but I think that in time her people will thank her for what she did."
"That, and her skills as a cop could come in handy." Falstaff said. "Last one?"
"So, this ninja likes Rise." Sonya said when Balor snorted.
"Suck-up."
"What was that?" Sonya asked.
"Nothing."
"I have no complaints." Falstaff said. "By all accounts he seems qualified. And, compared to the rest of our more eccentric crew...refreshingly normal."
"Then I think that settles it. There's our crew." Sonya stacked the files into a pile. "Say hello to the Giant Hunters."
The trio fell silent before Balor ruined the moment. "What a bunch of jackasses."
3 Years Ago
The Opera Foundation, one of the many weapons manufacturing companies in the Mjolnir galaxy. Unlike their competition, however, Opera specialized in genetic engineering. Whether it was increased muscle mass or a more intelligent mind, Opera claimed that they could improve human soldiers to help mankind win their ongoing war with the Reds. Their current project was simple: create the perfect human being. From there, Opera believed that they could provide mankind with the perfect army they could use to defeat the Reds and restore peace to mankind.
Of course, it was not an easy task. Not only did Opera need to select the genes that would go into their test-tube soldier: they also had to train them for combat. After all, what good would it be for their soldier to have something like perfect eyesight if it could not figure out how to use a sniper rifle? Unfortunately for Opera, thus far all they had been able to create was an excellent human being...not a perfect one. If they provided one of their soldiers with genes that gave them good leadership skills, for instance, they would later find that the same soldier had difficulty following orders. A soldier with higher muscle mass, meanwhile, would be too bulky to dodge bullets. For every improvement, another flaw appeared.
However, a company like Opera would not be quick to give up despite the repeated failures. So, their scientists continued to tinker with human DNA until, at last, they felt they had created a truly perfect human being. Her name was Gloria, and she had long blond hair that stretched to her thighs and radiant pink eyes that made her gaze hard to meet. Looking at Gloria felt like looking at a work of art: every aspect of her body, from her nose to her perfectly symmetrical eyebrows were selected by scientists to ensure that their soldier was perfect on the inside and the outside.
Perhaps Gloria's greatest strength compared to her predecessors was her adaptability. No soldier could be taught how to use every weapon and fighting technique in the galaxy. There simply was not enough time. However, Gloria was an incredibly fast learner with a photographic memory that allowed her to learn facts and techniques typically on the first try. Gloria excelled in all of the training regimens Opera prepared for her. The only trouble was that Gloria was acutely aware of her own superiority. In her mind, she was the pinnacle of human evolution, and nobody would ever catch up.
"Alright Gloria. What I am about to show you is a sword technique that was made famous in the Kitsune League. It took me years to practice, so don't be frustrated if some of the things I'm about to show you are hard to learn the first time around." An old woman in a kimono bowed respectfully to Gloria as she began her lesson.
"I would not worry about me. I'm a fast learner." Gloria said. "Let's begin."
Training exercises such as these were all too easy for Gloria. She mastered the techniques the old woman was showing her in seconds. Ever single stance and counterattack seemed to be absorbed into her. During their sparring matches, it became quickly apparent that not only was Gloria keeping up with the lessons...she was beginning to surpass her teacher. Frustrated at how easy everything seemed to be for her pupil, the older woman began to strike harder and faster during their sparring sessions until, at last, she made a mistake. The woman stepped too far forward and Gloria took advantage, smashing the point of her elbow straight into the woman's skull. While the woman was too disciplined to scream in pain, she fell to the ground clutching her now shattered nose.
"Thank you for the lessons master, but it seems that I have surpassed you in record time. Don't feel too bad. I do this to all of the people Opera finds to teach me." Gloria slowly crouched low in front of the old woman, a smirk plastered on her face. "Look at me. I was perfect from the day I was born. You should feel blessed madam. You were not just teaching any ordinary pupil. You were teaching a goddess!"
"Gloria! Come!"
With a wink, Gloria turned away from the old woman to face the young man who had entered the training room. "Leave us. Your usefulness has passed." The young man said. Still writhing in pain, the woman grabbed her training sword and left the room in silence. "I need to speak with you Gloria. Alone."
Opera Scientist
Like all of Opera's scientists, the young man wore a white mask that obscured a good portion of his face. While this made his expression difficult to decipher, Gloria had learned long ago how to pay attention to body language. From the way the man's face was sweating to the way he rubbed his hands together, Gloria could instantly tell that this man was nervous. He was not here to deliver good news.
"Well, out with it. You and I both know my time is more precious than yours." Gloria said. "Have you run out of people to teach me sword techniques? We could always move on to another weapon. Axes sound like fun."
"Gloria...there won't be any more lessons."
The perfect woman raised an eyebrow. "Oh. Then are we ready to move on to stage two?" Once Gloria was determined to be the perfect human being that Opera was trying to create, she knew that they would eventually begin cloning her in order to create the perfect army. While Gloria disliked the idea of sharing the spotlight, she knew that she would most likely be selected to lead this new army since she was the original.
"There will be no stage two. This entire operation has been a complete failure. We've been chasing a fool's errand." The man in the mask said. "We should have been able to see the truth sooner. There is no such thing as a perfect human being. No matter how much time or money we invest, for every superiority there is a failure."
"Wait...what are you saying?" Gloria asked. She had not expected for the conversation to go this way.
"Gloria, you should be proud of the progress you've made. But you're not a perfect human being. Far from it really." The scientist explained. "We gave you everything. A perfectly symmetrical face and body. A sharp intellect. An ideal mixture of speed and power...but we made one fatal mistake. It is so readily apparent to everyone, including you, how superior you are that it made you arrogant."
"Arrogant?" It was the first time someone had ever said anything negative about her. Typically, all the scientists regarded her solely with compliments. "What do you mean?"
"You just broke a woman's nose for no reason and did not even see it necessary to apologize. Even now, when I confront you about your arrogance, you are in disbelief. You believe that you can do no wrong because you are flawless. However, that in and of itself is a flaw." The scientist explained. "No commander in the world will want to purchase a soldier who thinks they are better than their commanding officer. You're a failure Gloria."
"N...n..." Not it was Gloria's turn to look nervous. What had she done wrong? She had mastered every single test the scientists threw at her. She was not a failure! "No way! There must be some mistake! Look at me! Do you see a single flaw?"
The scientist sighed. "Listen Gloria, it may be hard to believe now, but I think you will find that it is not so bad living on the same level as the rest of us mere mortals. You're a flawed human, just like me. Opera was thinking of giving you another position-"
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Gloria shoved the scientist out of her way and exited the training hall. No one bothered to pursue her as she returned to her private chambers. After all, where could she go? The Opera facility was the only home she had ever known. She would be absolutely lost in the outside world. After slamming the door, Gloria went to her mirror and looked at her face. She saw a perfectly human being, but there was more to it than that. She was was ideal, model, without fault, faultless, flawless, consummate, quintessential, exemplary, best, ultimate, copybook, unrivaled, unequaled, matchless, unparalleled, beyond compare, without equal, second to none, too good to be true, utopian, incomparable, nonpareil, peerless, inimitable, unexcelled, unsurpassed, unsurpassable, awesome and amazing. But, more than anything else she was…
Glorious.
And so what if her own superiority caused her to feel a tad arrogant? It wasn't her fault that the rest of mankind was inferior! With a sigh, Gloria returned to her bed, slamming her perfect face into an impossibly large pile of pillows. She was so irate that she hadn't even noticed a box that had been left in the corner of her room. Curious, Gloria stood up and stepped over to look at the box. On top of it, she found a note that read as follows.
To the most perfect human being in the world.
If you want to recognize your potential, then meet me in the hangar by 9 o'clock.
Unless you are satisfied with mediocrity, meet me there.
The rest of Opera is a loose end and must be erased.
Enclosed in this box is a gift that should make that task easier.
Eagerly, she tore open the box and found a pink crystal about the size of her fist. The crystal was on a necklace that Gloria quickly placed around her neck. Yet...she did not feel as though anything had changed. She felt no more powerful than she already did. She did not doubt her combat skills, but Opera was a large organization that constructed weapons! There was no way she could take down their entire facility on her own. With a growl of frustration, Gloria slammed her fist against the ground, and her crystal began to glow. Then, right next to her, an identical clone appeared. She was wearing the same clothes as Gloria herself and had the same angry look on her face.
"Wait, you're me!"
"More like you're me." The clone said.
"What...what is this?" Gloria said, looking at her crystal. She had heard of people being able to clone themselves before, but never had she seen it done so instantaneously.
"Does it matter? Whoever gave it to you can explain how it works later." The clone said. Clearly, they were on the same wavelength. "We have a job to do, and it's going to take more than me and you to take down Opera."
"You're right! Come on!" Together, Gloria and her clone played patty-cake, and every time their hands touched, another clone filled the room until it was almost overflowing.
Present
"I have to hand it to Balor. He did an excellent job of recruiting a diverse array of mercenaries for codename 'Giant Hunters.'" The Blacksmith explained. The two were standing in the hangar of the Demon vessel that they would ride to reclaim Daredevil from the Beyonders. "An odd and eccentric bunch to be sure, but given the nature of our foes unpredictability their peculiarities may be beneficial. With the right leadership, this squad could be very effective." The weapons developer then narrowed his eyes, a subtle gesture that Sonya barely noticed because of his mask. "And it won't be enough."
"You're not very optimistic Blacksmith." Sonya said. She was sitting in her wheelchair, watching as the mercenaries and their H.M.V.s filed into the hangar. Ryu was among them, and already many of the new recruits were looking up at the Beyonder/H.M.V. hybrid with a mixture of shock and awe on their faces. "The Demons have been fighting against impossible odds for years, and hope has always been our greatest weapon."
"What frustrates me is that more can be done to improve our odds, and both yourself and Balor have done everything to hold me back. Take Ryu for instance-" The Blacksmith pointed at Sonya's H.M.V. "We barely understand what he is capable of. He moves like a machine, but he heals his body overtime like a monster. I still remember when I first received the call telling me that during one of your test flights you and Ryu had accidentally collided with one of the Red's ships. I thought that you were both goners...and yet here you both are. Ryu himself did not even need repairs by the time we reached him."
"What's your point?"
"Allow me to test him. We can discover how much damage he is truly capable of recovering from." This was the most excited Sonya had ever seen the Blacksmith. "It could be the difference between life and death someday."
"You said it yourself Blacksmith: he's not a machine. He feels pain, and when he gets hurt, I feel it too. Doing tests like that would be torture for both of us." Sonya said. "I'm sure he will be adequately tested in the field."
"You're both soft and headstrong. A most disappointing combination." Blacksmith crossed his arms. "Do not fail us Sonya."
That last statement particularly bothered Sonya. She would be the first to admit that the Blacksmith was a genius weapons developer. In no time, they were well on their way to create an H.M.V. that could rival the Beyonders in size. Without his contributions, their new weapon would never have been ready in time. But the Blacksmith was no soldier. He didn't work for the Reds or the Demons, and given his attitude, Sonya did not get the feeling he cared about the fates of either group. The Blacksmith worked solely for himself. "Let's get one thing straight Smith. There is no us. I know that both Balor and the Princess are beyond grateful that you're here, but we don't work for you. Ever since you've laid eyes on Ryu, you've seen him as nothing more than a science experiment. I don't know what you want to do with him, but I have a strong feeling that it is not in our best interest. So, let me put this in crystal clear terms." Sonya slammed her first on the handles of her wheelchair. "Sit down. Shut up. And make us weapons. You don't get to give orders. If you want to help us fight the apocalypse, then be my guest. But if you're here for yourself, we're better off without you."
She could not see the Blacksmith's eyes, and his fist did not even tremble. Still, Sonya could tell that he was furious. The Blacksmith was not used to being addressed this way and being forced to allow the person speaking against him to live. However, the Blacksmith was too smart to cause a fight here on a ship where Sonya was surrounded by allies. "I underestimated you Sonya. Allow me to retract my word 'soft' from my description of you. Good luck with your new comrades."
And with that, the Blacksmith stormed off. Ryu waved at Sonya, prompting the young Demon to wave back. As the new Giant Hunters settled in, she saw Balor (the leader of the Demons) and Falstaff (the quirky Immortal scientist) come out to greet them. Falstaff himself seemed shy in front of a large crowd, but given his size he could not hide himself behind Balor no matter how much he wanted to. Balor, meanwhile, was a far more impressive figure. Anyone from outside of the Demons knew that their leader dressed like a cowboy as a way of paying homage to the legendary Axel Erachin, but it was still a memorable sight nonetheless.
"Greetings Giant Hunters. As you all already know, my name is Balor, commander of the Demons and the fleet whose ship you are currently standing in. From now on, you work for me and take my orders. If that's suddenly become a problem for anyone, I suggest you leave now." Balor said. When nobody objected, he continued. "The big purple fella behind me is Falstaff. He's an Immortal scientist. Most likely one of the most intelligent beings in the galaxy, but he made one huge mistake. He got too curious and entered a blackhole. Tell them Falstaff."
"Er...yes, and that is where we found..." Falstaff muttered softly, but the room was so silent that everyone could still hear him. Despite what he did, Sonya still felt bad for him. "...the Beyonders."
"That's right. The circumstances we find ourselves in, such as the giant monsters trying to kill us...can all be blamed on Falstaff. The reason why I bring this up now is because I want to set the record straight. Yes, Falstaff made a mistake. He recognizes that now, and as punishment for his crimes, he had to see a large portion of his home planet destroyed." Balor said. "So, before any of you get mad at him because of what he did, remember he is probably more angry at himself than you guys ever will be. To try and solve the problem he started, Falstaff will be accompanying you. He probably knows more about the Beyonders than anyone else right now, which still is not much, but in time we will study our enemy and adapt. So, to be clear. Anyone who has a problem with Falstaff or his involvement with this mission has a problem with me. And you do not want to have a problem with me.”
"Now...I'm not going to lie to all of you. This is not a mission with a high chance of success. However, I would not call it a suicide mission." Balor explained. "The Beyonders are massive beings taller than even our H.M.V.s. Worse yet, they are intelligent and seem to be acutely aware of where to strike us in order to do the most damage. Furthermore, their attacks are so scattered that we can't gather our forces enough to give them a real fight. However, we have two things they don't expect." Balor pointed to Ryu. "The first is that big guy over there. The Beyonders created him, but as you can see he is no longer under their control. We have one of the monsters on our side. The second thing..."
Falstaff pressed a button at the back of the hangar that slowly opened to reveal what appeared to be a pair of mechanical legs. Balor gestured for the mercenaries to follow and, together, they entered a large chamber holding what resembled a massive H.M.V. under construction. Scientists working for the Demons were milling about the H.M.V. as the recruits looked up in awe. Here was a weapon that could truly rival the Beyonders. "As you can tell, she isn't ready yet, but when she is we will finally have something capable of going toe-to-toe with the Beyonders. We call it the 'Hellsing' given that it's designed to slay monsters, but that is a working title. When it's complete, one of you is going to have the honor of piloting it depending on who proves themselves in combat."
Helsing
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A Red and Khurr at the Festival
Princess Asuka
"Now, all that's left to do is for us to decide who is going to make the cut..." Balor whispered. The Demon commander in the black cowboy had, as usual, decided against wearing a shirt to this meeting. Considering that the only company he had in the room was a gender-neutral robot and a young woman he regarded as his little sister, it was unknown who he was trying to impress.
"Many of these...uh...applicants have a long criminal record..." Falstaff said as he poured over the papers in front of him. Each of the mercenaries they were examining had a file with their name and picture on it. Unfortunately, many of their photos came from wanted posters strewn throughout the galaxy. These were not the kinds of soldiers they wanted representing their military.
"A collection of rogues, outcasts, and misfits the likes of which the galaxy has never seen." Sonya said as she leaned back in her wheelchair. "You guys said that you wanted an unconventional fighting team. Seeing as our own military failed miserably against the Beyonders, it's time we tried something new."
"Not that I'm complaining! Don't worry about me!" Falstaff quickly replied. "I'll take what we can get on a mission like this. If nothing else our potential allies are certainly...dangerous. Hopefully more so to the Beyonders than ourselves, but well, I digress-"
"Can it tin can. Nobody is an ally yet. We still have to make the final decision." Balor lifted his legs onto the table. He smelled like leather. "Besides, regardless of who we pick, my main concern is that giant H.M.V. that you and the Blacksmith are working on. One that can go toe-to-toe with the Beyonders. As long as we have one of our own on the inside, I don't care who else is accompanying them." Balor pointed at Sonya.
"Yeah, about that..." Sonya sighed. "I know that you wanted me to pilot that Balor, but it isn't going to work out."
"What? Why not?" Balor raised an eyebrow. "You're one of the best pilots of the Demons and one of the few survivors of a Beyonder attack. Not even the Reds could argue against you being in charge."
"Don't misunderstand me. If the team needs guidance or tactical assistance, I am more than willing to offer my expertise. But in terms of piloting that new mech, that spot is not for me." Sonya said. "I would feel lost if I were separated from Ryu on the battlefield."
Balor scoffed. "I think you put too much faith in that giant monster of yours Sonya."
"Faith has nothing to do with it. We're connected Balor. We're stuck together whether we like it or not." Sonya said. "Besides, if you don't trust him, that's even more reason to want me to be on the inside."
"But-"
"Balor." Falstaff said. Even the Immortal seemed surprised that he interrupted. "Wow, I just silenced the leader of the Demons. Go me." He shook his head. "Listen Balor, it's foolish to argue. If she would be distracted by Ryu, then we don't want her piloting our most powerful H.M.V. in the first place. It will have to be one of the other applicants."
"...Alright." Balor said hesitantly. "Then who?"
"Whoever proves their worth. Now, enough wasting time." Sonya reached out for one of the files. "Let's get started."
"Oh boy, now here's a winner." Balor said. "I can tell just from the hair that this one is going to be good."
"She is wanted by almost every single major military group in our galaxy. She has committed almost every single crime known to man or machine as though she is trying to complete Inmate Bingo." Falstaff said. "Apparently Miss Vegas Tzeenosaur Dynamite Turnbuckle runs a gang."
"So what you're saying is that she is a crazy person." Balor said. "Fine way to start Sonya."
"You say crazy, I say unpredictable." Sonya crossed her arms. "I think that you're just upset that she's managed to evade your capture."
"So...I assume that if we were insane enough to accept her on this mission, she would want her crimes to be pardoned." Sonya nodded as Balor scratched his chin. "Do you think she's worth it Sonya?"
"She's good at what she does. If this job managed to garner her interest, then I'd say she'd be a good addition." Sonya explained.
"True. And even though I'm about twenty feet tall and weight more than a tank, I'm a bit frightened of her too. Those Beyonders won't stand a chance." Falstaff said cheerfully.
"Alright, she's in. But she's your responsibility." Balor pointed to Sonya.
"Of course." Sonya reached for the next file.
“Woah, what the heck is that?” Balor asked. Very few men, even those in Balor’s position, were aware of the Star Group, essentially the realtors of the galaxy. In large numbers their powers were almost godlike, but with their applicant being the only one left, his powers were considerably less impressive.
“His name is Nebulae. Claims that he created life in the Mjolnir galaxy.” Sonya said. “Right now, about all he is capable of is energy blasts, but I’ve seen them in process and it’s...awesome.”
“How awesome?” Balor asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Awesome enough that we want this guy on our side.”
“I’m...hesitant. His kind remind me of the Forefathers.” Falstaff said warily. “I am not fond of those who look down on the rest of the galaxy as though they are gods.”
“This coming from one of the Immortals. Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” Balor asked.
“Perhaps. Still, we all know our history.” Falstaff explained. “These kinds of beings are dangerous.”
“Then consider it one of your many assignments to come up with a good way to kill this man should he betray us.” Balor ordered. “Who’s next?”
Balor’s eyes lit up when Sonya revealed the picture. “Hey, I recognize that one. That’s Markus! He seemed like a good kid.”
“He transforms into a giant capable of reforming lost limbs.” Sonya said.
“...I stand by what I said about the good kid piece.” Balor said. “I approve of hiring practices that involving using monsters to kill bigger monsters.”
“It’s interesting that he does not require an H.M.V. Could make him useful if our squad is caught without their usual weaponry.” Falstaff said. “His biology is...fascinating. I hope he will allow me to study him.”
“You can see all you want because when he transforms without his armor, he is nude.” Sonya said. “Anyway, I think we can all agree that a giant would be useful. Moving on…”
“D’aww, he’s kinda cute.” Falstaff said with a pleased grin on his face. “Look at his fluffy tail.”
“You realize he’s an incredibly badass samurai right?” Sonya asked.
“Yeah, but I bet he plays fetch and sniffs butts as well.” Falstaff coughed. “Sorry. Canis humor.”
“This guy reminds me of the Paladins. A man of honor who wishes to test his skills against the Beyonders. No nonsense swordmaster.” Balor said. “I can dig it. If Achilles was still teaching his skills, this guy should have sought him out. He’s in. Who’s next?”
“This is Corporal Kuwanyamtiwa Karo.” Sonya said confidently.
“I’m sorry, what?” Balor asked.
“Kuwanyamtiwa.”
Balor blinked. “See, there’s that word again. English please Sonya. No one here is going to remember Kuwa...Kuwalatee...Kootie...whatever her name is.”
“I can see I’m the only one here who knows how to pronounce things. For those of us without basic linguistic abilities, she also accepts Kaya.” Sonya said. “She’s a sharpshooter from the Hopi Federation. She’s also super cool and I kinda want to ask her to be my big sister.” She blushed.
“The Hopi Federation...what is their relationship like with the Demons again?” Falstaff asked.
“We’re on the same side, similarly opposed to the Reds. Unlike us though, they tend to stay put whereas the Demons are more nomadic.” Balor explained. “Personally, I think it is only a matter of time until the Reds gather a big enough force to wipe them out, but that’s just me.”
“Her H.M.V. is...old-fashioned. I would use the phrase ‘oldie but a goodie,’ but that would be inaccurate. It is, in layman’s terms...junk.” Falstaff said. “But she apparently refuses to upgrade.”
“As long as she gets results she can ride a tricycle for all I care.” Balor said. “Next suicidal mercenary?
"So...this one's interesting." Falstaff said. "She used to be a member of the Solar Society, basically a cult of sorts. She specializes in hardlight technology, which even I am only slightly familiar with." Flastaff opened her file to reveal multiple pictures. "She also has multiple AIs. More AIs mean more intelligence after all."
"Says the man who rode into a black hole." Sonya muttered.
"That's not funny." Falstaff said, shrinking in his seat.
"From her skills list, I can say she seems very versatile. I just hope that having multiple AIs yelling in her had hasn't had any averse effect on her sanity." Balor said. "Hearing voices sucks."
“Oooohhhhhh…” Balor whistled. “Who's this beauty?”
“Sonya, would you do the honors?” Falstaff asked. Sonya sucked in a deep breath.
“Her name is Her Royal Highness, Empress Ascendant Samantha Catherine Danvers XIII, Daughter of House Zander, Blossom Triumphant of the Eightieth Season, Heiress to the Riches of Kaishana, Bearer of the Sacred Rosefire...or Sam for short.” Sonya turned to Balor. “And I see that look in your eye Balor. This woman could break you in half.”
“I love a woman who can kick my ass.” Balor said as he stared at her picture. At last, his eyes fell on her wings. “Wow, she’s an angel.”
“She’s also 6’9. She looks down on people like you Balor. Both literally and figuratively.” Sonya said, crossing her arms.
“Outside of pleasing Balor libido...what does she have to offer the team?” Falstaff asked.
“She’s a warrior in every sense of the word and a natural leader. Trust me, recommending her for this squad was an easy choice.” Sonya explained.
“Interesting. I do not see anything like her in my databanks.” Falstaff explained.
“Meaning?” Balor asked
“I mean in terms of species. There is nothing quite like her in the Mjolnir galaxy...at least not that the Immortals have discovered.” Falstaff said. “She is not from around here.”
“Regardless, is her phone number part of her file?”
“No.” Sonya said, closing the file loudly. “Moving on.”
"Ew, what's with this guy's face." Sonya said. "It's so...detailed. It's like he exists in another world from everyone else."
"That ugly motherfucker is the doctor who I had patch you up." Balor said. "And most likely will patch you up again. His name is Doctor Marshall."
"But where's his outlines?" Falstaff asked. "I find it hard to trust a guy without outlines."
"I'll admit that his appearance is a bit strange." Balor said, scratching his ten abs. "But we should tolerate people even if they are different."
"Very well." Sonya said. "Buy a bag to put over his head..."
“Well, it’s about time we got to this guy.” Balor said with a grin on his face.
Sonya threw her pen at him. “No clock puns please.” With a sigh, Sonya composed herself before continuing. “His name is Big Ben, a Clockwight which, despite being a rarely seen race in Mjolnir, is at least one we have some knowledge about. He’s tough and durable, and can even heal himself a little in the heat of battle.”
“I’m happy we have some regenerating mercenaries on our squad. They’ll come in handy when the Beyonders start beating the crap out of them.” Balor said, leaning back in his chair.
“Thank you for your vote of confidence Balor…” Sonya muttered.
“C’mon, I know I’ve been goofing around, but I’ve been reading these profiles.” Balor said. “Most of these guys carry close range weapons on their person and their mechs. This guy’s mech fights with his fists. What the heck is punching going to do to a giant monster?”
“...I believe the intention is to punch it Balor.” Falstaff said as silence fell over the room. “I assumed that was obvious.”
“Well, good luck to him.” Balor smirked. “I hope he has a good time.”
“I will murder you.” Sonya said as she grabbed the next file.
“So this is Tora.”
“Who?” Balor asked.
“Tora, a Mautou, basically space owls. He’s a legendary warrior on the level of Achilles.” Sonya explained.
“Who?”
Sonya blinked as she realized what Balor was doing. “Fuck off Balor.” Sonya explained. “Achilles made it clear that he did not want to become involved in this conflict. However, he promised that he could find a warrior on his level. Tora is that warrior.”
“He must be quite powerful to have earned that kind of respect from Achilles.” Balor said, crossing his arms. “Why haven’t we heard of him before now?”
“According to Achilles, he views himself as a peacekeeper. He wants to leave behind his life of conflict. Now he spends most of his time meditating.” Sonya said. “Achilles convinced hime to come out of retirement.”
“Then let’s hope his old body can hold up. Who we got next?” Balor asked.
“Wait...I know that guy.” Balor said, taking the file in his hand and looking closely at the photo. “I don’t even have to look at this guy’s name. It’s Tarrick Ulsanni, one of our former covert operatives. One of our best.”
“So...why did he leave?” Falstaff asked.
“Money.” Balor spat. “As far as I’m concerned, he’s a traitor and a coward. He is not welcome on this team Sonya.”
“Hey, you know that he’s one of the best Balor. And against the Beyonders, we need the best.” Sonya said. “We don’t have the luxury of holding grudges.”
“This isn’t a grudge. This guy is a wanted man. He’s a deserter Sonya. Under any other circumstances, we would hang him in public.” Balor leaned forward. “He cannot come here.”
“Well, with all due respect Balor, you know that this is my operation and not yours. When it comes to who is in or out...I’m asking for your opinion, not your permission.” Sonya said. “So he’s in.”
“Sonya!” Balor yelled. “Remember who your commander is. Our soldiers will murder him on sight.”
“No, they won’t because if they do Ryu will eat them and you do not have the manpower necessary to take unnecessary casualties.” Sonya said stubbornly. “The Giant Hunters team we are creating does not work for the Reds, and we don’t work for the Demons. Right Falstaff?”
“Hey, don’t involve me!” The Immortal held up his hands.
“But you’re the third vote. The tiebreaker!” Sonya said as both her and Balor stared down the Immortal.
“Right…” Falstaff said. “Then in that case, I agree with Sonya. We need the best, and if she says that he fits that category, then I trust her.” Balor was still fuming as Sonya reached for the next file. “Balor, if you need to leave-”
“I’m fine Falstaff. Just remember Sonya, once a traitor, always a traitor."
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
"Well, this man is certainly...unusual..." Falstaff muttered. "A billionaire playboy. What could he possibly want to do with us or the Beyonders?"
"Maybe he sees it as good sport?" Sonya shrugged. "Maybe he wants to make a profit off of making a zoo full of Beyonders? Maybe he has a giant alien fetish? Either way, he's here, and he has has own ship that is basically a resort. If nothing else, he will aid us greatly in the victory celebration."
"I don't like Frisball." Balor said, crossing his arms. "I wish the man had better taste in sports. Frisball is so...violent."
"Coming from the commander of a military group..." Sonya muttered. "Anyway, next one."
"I like her." Balor said.
"Is that you or your unmentionables talking?" Sonya asked. Falstaff chuckled, but after one look from Balor he stopped himself.
"It has nothing to do with her appearance. Give me some credit Sonya. After all, I put up with you don't I." As Sonya slowly turned redder than a tomato, Balor continued. "I like the fact that she understands the necessity of doing bad things for good reasons. It says in her profile that she killed a corrupt commissioner in cold blood. She's a murderer...but I think that in time her people will thank her for what she did."
"That, and her skills as a cop could come in handy." Falstaff said. "Last one?"
"So, this ninja likes Rise." Sonya said when Balor snorted.
"Suck-up."
"What was that?" Sonya asked.
"Nothing."
"I have no complaints." Falstaff said. "By all accounts he seems qualified. And, compared to the rest of our more eccentric crew...refreshingly normal."
"Then I think that settles it. There's our crew." Sonya stacked the files into a pile. "Say hello to the Giant Hunters."
The trio fell silent before Balor ruined the moment. "What a bunch of jackasses."
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Chapter 1: A Glorious Beginning
Chapter 1: A Glorious Beginning
3 Years Ago
The Opera Foundation, one of the many weapons manufacturing companies in the Mjolnir galaxy. Unlike their competition, however, Opera specialized in genetic engineering. Whether it was increased muscle mass or a more intelligent mind, Opera claimed that they could improve human soldiers to help mankind win their ongoing war with the Reds. Their current project was simple: create the perfect human being. From there, Opera believed that they could provide mankind with the perfect army they could use to defeat the Reds and restore peace to mankind.
Of course, it was not an easy task. Not only did Opera need to select the genes that would go into their test-tube soldier: they also had to train them for combat. After all, what good would it be for their soldier to have something like perfect eyesight if it could not figure out how to use a sniper rifle? Unfortunately for Opera, thus far all they had been able to create was an excellent human being...not a perfect one. If they provided one of their soldiers with genes that gave them good leadership skills, for instance, they would later find that the same soldier had difficulty following orders. A soldier with higher muscle mass, meanwhile, would be too bulky to dodge bullets. For every improvement, another flaw appeared.
However, a company like Opera would not be quick to give up despite the repeated failures. So, their scientists continued to tinker with human DNA until, at last, they felt they had created a truly perfect human being. Her name was Gloria, and she had long blond hair that stretched to her thighs and radiant pink eyes that made her gaze hard to meet. Looking at Gloria felt like looking at a work of art: every aspect of her body, from her nose to her perfectly symmetrical eyebrows were selected by scientists to ensure that their soldier was perfect on the inside and the outside.
Perhaps Gloria's greatest strength compared to her predecessors was her adaptability. No soldier could be taught how to use every weapon and fighting technique in the galaxy. There simply was not enough time. However, Gloria was an incredibly fast learner with a photographic memory that allowed her to learn facts and techniques typically on the first try. Gloria excelled in all of the training regimens Opera prepared for her. The only trouble was that Gloria was acutely aware of her own superiority. In her mind, she was the pinnacle of human evolution, and nobody would ever catch up.
"Alright Gloria. What I am about to show you is a sword technique that was made famous in the Kitsune League. It took me years to practice, so don't be frustrated if some of the things I'm about to show you are hard to learn the first time around." An old woman in a kimono bowed respectfully to Gloria as she began her lesson.
"I would not worry about me. I'm a fast learner." Gloria said. "Let's begin."
Training exercises such as these were all too easy for Gloria. She mastered the techniques the old woman was showing her in seconds. Ever single stance and counterattack seemed to be absorbed into her. During their sparring matches, it became quickly apparent that not only was Gloria keeping up with the lessons...she was beginning to surpass her teacher. Frustrated at how easy everything seemed to be for her pupil, the older woman began to strike harder and faster during their sparring sessions until, at last, she made a mistake. The woman stepped too far forward and Gloria took advantage, smashing the point of her elbow straight into the woman's skull. While the woman was too disciplined to scream in pain, she fell to the ground clutching her now shattered nose.
"Thank you for the lessons master, but it seems that I have surpassed you in record time. Don't feel too bad. I do this to all of the people Opera finds to teach me." Gloria slowly crouched low in front of the old woman, a smirk plastered on her face. "Look at me. I was perfect from the day I was born. You should feel blessed madam. You were not just teaching any ordinary pupil. You were teaching a goddess!"
"Gloria! Come!"
With a wink, Gloria turned away from the old woman to face the young man who had entered the training room. "Leave us. Your usefulness has passed." The young man said. Still writhing in pain, the woman grabbed her training sword and left the room in silence. "I need to speak with you Gloria. Alone."
Opera Scientist
"Well, out with it. You and I both know my time is more precious than yours." Gloria said. "Have you run out of people to teach me sword techniques? We could always move on to another weapon. Axes sound like fun."
"Gloria...there won't be any more lessons."
The perfect woman raised an eyebrow. "Oh. Then are we ready to move on to stage two?" Once Gloria was determined to be the perfect human being that Opera was trying to create, she knew that they would eventually begin cloning her in order to create the perfect army. While Gloria disliked the idea of sharing the spotlight, she knew that she would most likely be selected to lead this new army since she was the original.
"There will be no stage two. This entire operation has been a complete failure. We've been chasing a fool's errand." The man in the mask said. "We should have been able to see the truth sooner. There is no such thing as a perfect human being. No matter how much time or money we invest, for every superiority there is a failure."
"Wait...what are you saying?" Gloria asked. She had not expected for the conversation to go this way.
"Gloria, you should be proud of the progress you've made. But you're not a perfect human being. Far from it really." The scientist explained. "We gave you everything. A perfectly symmetrical face and body. A sharp intellect. An ideal mixture of speed and power...but we made one fatal mistake. It is so readily apparent to everyone, including you, how superior you are that it made you arrogant."
"Arrogant?" It was the first time someone had ever said anything negative about her. Typically, all the scientists regarded her solely with compliments. "What do you mean?"
"You just broke a woman's nose for no reason and did not even see it necessary to apologize. Even now, when I confront you about your arrogance, you are in disbelief. You believe that you can do no wrong because you are flawless. However, that in and of itself is a flaw." The scientist explained. "No commander in the world will want to purchase a soldier who thinks they are better than their commanding officer. You're a failure Gloria."
"N...n..." Not it was Gloria's turn to look nervous. What had she done wrong? She had mastered every single test the scientists threw at her. She was not a failure! "No way! There must be some mistake! Look at me! Do you see a single flaw?"
The scientist sighed. "Listen Gloria, it may be hard to believe now, but I think you will find that it is not so bad living on the same level as the rest of us mere mortals. You're a flawed human, just like me. Opera was thinking of giving you another position-"
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Gloria shoved the scientist out of her way and exited the training hall. No one bothered to pursue her as she returned to her private chambers. After all, where could she go? The Opera facility was the only home she had ever known. She would be absolutely lost in the outside world. After slamming the door, Gloria went to her mirror and looked at her face. She saw a perfectly human being, but there was more to it than that. She was was ideal, model, without fault, faultless, flawless, consummate, quintessential, exemplary, best, ultimate, copybook, unrivaled, unequaled, matchless, unparalleled, beyond compare, without equal, second to none, too good to be true, utopian, incomparable, nonpareil, peerless, inimitable, unexcelled, unsurpassed, unsurpassable, awesome and amazing. But, more than anything else she was…
Glorious.
And so what if her own superiority caused her to feel a tad arrogant? It wasn't her fault that the rest of mankind was inferior! With a sigh, Gloria returned to her bed, slamming her perfect face into an impossibly large pile of pillows. She was so irate that she hadn't even noticed a box that had been left in the corner of her room. Curious, Gloria stood up and stepped over to look at the box. On top of it, she found a note that read as follows.
To the most perfect human being in the world.
If you want to recognize your potential, then meet me in the hangar by 9 o'clock.
Unless you are satisfied with mediocrity, meet me there.
The rest of Opera is a loose end and must be erased.
Enclosed in this box is a gift that should make that task easier.
Eagerly, she tore open the box and found a pink crystal about the size of her fist. The crystal was on a necklace that Gloria quickly placed around her neck. Yet...she did not feel as though anything had changed. She felt no more powerful than she already did. She did not doubt her combat skills, but Opera was a large organization that constructed weapons! There was no way she could take down their entire facility on her own. With a growl of frustration, Gloria slammed her fist against the ground, and her crystal began to glow. Then, right next to her, an identical clone appeared. She was wearing the same clothes as Gloria herself and had the same angry look on her face.
"Wait, you're me!"
"More like you're me." The clone said.
"What...what is this?" Gloria said, looking at her crystal. She had heard of people being able to clone themselves before, but never had she seen it done so instantaneously.
"Does it matter? Whoever gave it to you can explain how it works later." The clone said. Clearly, they were on the same wavelength. "We have a job to do, and it's going to take more than me and you to take down Opera."
"You're right! Come on!" Together, Gloria and her clone played patty-cake, and every time their hands touched, another clone filled the room until it was almost overflowing.
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Present
"I have to hand it to Balor. He did an excellent job of recruiting a diverse array of mercenaries for codename 'Giant Hunters.'" The Blacksmith explained. The two were standing in the hangar of the Demon vessel that they would ride to reclaim Daredevil from the Beyonders. "An odd and eccentric bunch to be sure, but given the nature of our foes unpredictability their peculiarities may be beneficial. With the right leadership, this squad could be very effective." The weapons developer then narrowed his eyes, a subtle gesture that Sonya barely noticed because of his mask. "And it won't be enough."
"You're not very optimistic Blacksmith." Sonya said. She was sitting in her wheelchair, watching as the mercenaries and their H.M.V.s filed into the hangar. Ryu was among them, and already many of the new recruits were looking up at the Beyonder/H.M.V. hybrid with a mixture of shock and awe on their faces. "The Demons have been fighting against impossible odds for years, and hope has always been our greatest weapon."
"What frustrates me is that more can be done to improve our odds, and both yourself and Balor have done everything to hold me back. Take Ryu for instance-" The Blacksmith pointed at Sonya's H.M.V. "We barely understand what he is capable of. He moves like a machine, but he heals his body overtime like a monster. I still remember when I first received the call telling me that during one of your test flights you and Ryu had accidentally collided with one of the Red's ships. I thought that you were both goners...and yet here you both are. Ryu himself did not even need repairs by the time we reached him."
"What's your point?"
"Allow me to test him. We can discover how much damage he is truly capable of recovering from." This was the most excited Sonya had ever seen the Blacksmith. "It could be the difference between life and death someday."
"You said it yourself Blacksmith: he's not a machine. He feels pain, and when he gets hurt, I feel it too. Doing tests like that would be torture for both of us." Sonya said. "I'm sure he will be adequately tested in the field."
"You're both soft and headstrong. A most disappointing combination." Blacksmith crossed his arms. "Do not fail us Sonya."
That last statement particularly bothered Sonya. She would be the first to admit that the Blacksmith was a genius weapons developer. In no time, they were well on their way to create an H.M.V. that could rival the Beyonders in size. Without his contributions, their new weapon would never have been ready in time. But the Blacksmith was no soldier. He didn't work for the Reds or the Demons, and given his attitude, Sonya did not get the feeling he cared about the fates of either group. The Blacksmith worked solely for himself. "Let's get one thing straight Smith. There is no us. I know that both Balor and the Princess are beyond grateful that you're here, but we don't work for you. Ever since you've laid eyes on Ryu, you've seen him as nothing more than a science experiment. I don't know what you want to do with him, but I have a strong feeling that it is not in our best interest. So, let me put this in crystal clear terms." Sonya slammed her first on the handles of her wheelchair. "Sit down. Shut up. And make us weapons. You don't get to give orders. If you want to help us fight the apocalypse, then be my guest. But if you're here for yourself, we're better off without you."
She could not see the Blacksmith's eyes, and his fist did not even tremble. Still, Sonya could tell that he was furious. The Blacksmith was not used to being addressed this way and being forced to allow the person speaking against him to live. However, the Blacksmith was too smart to cause a fight here on a ship where Sonya was surrounded by allies. "I underestimated you Sonya. Allow me to retract my word 'soft' from my description of you. Good luck with your new comrades."
And with that, the Blacksmith stormed off. Ryu waved at Sonya, prompting the young Demon to wave back. As the new Giant Hunters settled in, she saw Balor (the leader of the Demons) and Falstaff (the quirky Immortal scientist) come out to greet them. Falstaff himself seemed shy in front of a large crowd, but given his size he could not hide himself behind Balor no matter how much he wanted to. Balor, meanwhile, was a far more impressive figure. Anyone from outside of the Demons knew that their leader dressed like a cowboy as a way of paying homage to the legendary Axel Erachin, but it was still a memorable sight nonetheless.
"Greetings Giant Hunters. As you all already know, my name is Balor, commander of the Demons and the fleet whose ship you are currently standing in. From now on, you work for me and take my orders. If that's suddenly become a problem for anyone, I suggest you leave now." Balor said. When nobody objected, he continued. "The big purple fella behind me is Falstaff. He's an Immortal scientist. Most likely one of the most intelligent beings in the galaxy, but he made one huge mistake. He got too curious and entered a blackhole. Tell them Falstaff."
"Er...yes, and that is where we found..." Falstaff muttered softly, but the room was so silent that everyone could still hear him. Despite what he did, Sonya still felt bad for him. "...the Beyonders."
"That's right. The circumstances we find ourselves in, such as the giant monsters trying to kill us...can all be blamed on Falstaff. The reason why I bring this up now is because I want to set the record straight. Yes, Falstaff made a mistake. He recognizes that now, and as punishment for his crimes, he had to see a large portion of his home planet destroyed." Balor said. "So, before any of you get mad at him because of what he did, remember he is probably more angry at himself than you guys ever will be. To try and solve the problem he started, Falstaff will be accompanying you. He probably knows more about the Beyonders than anyone else right now, which still is not much, but in time we will study our enemy and adapt. So, to be clear. Anyone who has a problem with Falstaff or his involvement with this mission has a problem with me. And you do not want to have a problem with me.”
"Now...I'm not going to lie to all of you. This is not a mission with a high chance of success. However, I would not call it a suicide mission." Balor explained. "The Beyonders are massive beings taller than even our H.M.V.s. Worse yet, they are intelligent and seem to be acutely aware of where to strike us in order to do the most damage. Furthermore, their attacks are so scattered that we can't gather our forces enough to give them a real fight. However, we have two things they don't expect." Balor pointed to Ryu. "The first is that big guy over there. The Beyonders created him, but as you can see he is no longer under their control. We have one of the monsters on our side. The second thing..."
Falstaff pressed a button at the back of the hangar that slowly opened to reveal what appeared to be a pair of mechanical legs. Balor gestured for the mercenaries to follow and, together, they entered a large chamber holding what resembled a massive H.M.V. under construction. Scientists working for the Demons were milling about the H.M.V. as the recruits looked up in awe. Here was a weapon that could truly rival the Beyonders. "As you can tell, she isn't ready yet, but when she is we will finally have something capable of going toe-to-toe with the Beyonders. We call it the 'Hellsing' given that it's designed to slay monsters, but that is a working title. When it's complete, one of you is going to have the honor of piloting it depending on who proves themselves in combat."
Helsing
"The Hllsing, when it is complete, will accompany you on your mission to reclaim Planet Daredevil. So far, all we've done in this war is give up territory to the Beyonders. You're all here to get that planet back." Balor explained. "Regardless of how you feel about mankind, reclaiming Daredevil is the first step of many we need to take in order to fight back against these monsters. I'll give you a more detailed briefing about what we can expect to find on the planet at a later time. For now...I want you to look at the person next to you. If necessary, hide your disgust, because like it or not that person volunteered to fight the same battle as you. That person may be the one who you rely on during a battle to save your life. So, get to know them."
"We have a few days before the Hellsing is complete. Until that time, do what you wish to in order to prepare." Balor smirked. "Should this be your last day alive, you could have done worse. From what I heard, the Reds are holding a festival. Usually anyone who isn't small and furry isn't welcome, but given the circumstances the monarchs here have chosen to make an exception. So, try to enjoy it, and don't do anything that you won't be able to sleep off tomorrow."
"It's not the apocalypse just yet."
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3 Years Ago
Gloria walked out onto the hangar of the Opera base she had called her home from the day she was born. In her hand was the sword she had used while her and her army of clones massacred all the scientists and employees that, up until today, she had considered to be her inferior family. The task was all too easy as each of her clones retained her combat expertise. The scientists did what they could do barricade themselves in safe places, but there was nothing that could be done to stop the horde. It was only after she chopped the head off the same scientist who had called her flawed that Gloria was able to breath a sigh of relief and fully appreciate what she had accomplished.
Opera itself would continue to exist, but the base she had been born in was effectively no more. Whatever knowledge was contained at this secret location would be disposed of along with the scientists who worked there. The base itself was secluded, allowing Opera to conduct experiments that most governments would not approve of. Hidden deep in the jungles of planet Congo, nobody should have ever been able to find this place. But given the unfamiliar ship waiting for her in the hangar, the base was no longer as secretive as it once was.
With a snap of her fingers, Gloria’s clones vanished, leaving behind only one perfect being. She was curious what sort of person would go through such lengths to have her by their side. Obviously, it was time well spent on their part, but they were putting a lot of trust in her by giving her a weapon as potent as the cloning device. With a smirk on her face, Gloria made her way to the ship as the hatch slowly opened to reveal a man in a white cloak and a woman in a blue jacket with what could best be described as sentient gelatin sitting on her shoulder. The man’s skin was covered in metal, causing him to look more like a robot than a person. Granted, in this day and age that line was constantly being blurred.
“Has it been done?” The man in the mask asked. Gloria’s time in Opera had spent around very imposing and powerful people, but none of them could compare to the man standing in front of her. The second he opened his mouth, her smirk vanished and she felt like a child. His voice was so powerful that she felt that, if it were directed at her in anger, it could do more damage than any weapon.
“All of the scientists are dead and I wiped the computers. It’s done.” Gloria said. She took one last long look at the only place she had ever called home. “It’ll be like this place never existed.” She turned back to the man in the white cloak and did her best to meet his gaze. “Why did you have me do this? I’m guessing you were the one who created this cloning device. What’s in it for you?”
“Questions? HA! You give her ultimate power and the little lady has questions!” A gruff voice said from within the ship. Shifting her gaze slightly, Gloria looked at a massive Khurr resting his eyes in the front seat. She had never seen a being as muscular as he was.
“Patience Sloth. I gave her a gift. It is only natural for someone as intelligent as her to ask questions.” The man in the cloak stepped closer to Gloria. “My name is the Blacksmith. I am a weapons developer who works independently on projects of my choosing. My real goal though is something far more grand.”
“What is it?”
“For the time being, I’m going to ask you to rely on faith.” The Blacksmith explained. “The big fellow, Sloth, and the lady Hail have gone out of their way to prove their loyalty. I want your help as well, but I am not willing to put my operation in jeopardy by giving you more information than you need.” The Blacksmith placed his hand on Gloria’s shoulder. “I put a great deal of faith in you when I gave you the cloning device you wear on your neck. I ask that you show me some faith in return.”
Gloria grasped the necklace she wore. She was curious what would happened if she said no. Were she to be killed on this planet, nobody would come looking for her. Even with an army of clones, she doubted that a man as imposing as the Blacksmith would have any trouble executing her. That, and there was something about the Blacksmith that she could not quite put her finger on. Even if she had a choice in the matter, she would have made the same decision.
“Very well.” Gloria said. “The perfect human being will accompany you. You will not be disappointed.”
“Welcome to the Four Horsemen.” The woman called Hail whispered. Gloria was so surprised to hear her talk that she jumped.
“Then there is only one other thing I need to ask.” The Blacksmith explained. He held out his hand. “What is your name?”
Gloria was shocked, her eye twitching in frustration. These people had gone through so much trouble to find her, and they did not even know her name? Her faith in this operation was plummeting fast. “I’m a bit surprised you would ask that. My name is Gloria-”
“You misunderstood me.” The Blacksmith said. “Gloria is the name that those scientists you killed called you. What is your name?”
Gloria paused. She was not sure what she would call herself. In truth, she always thought that Gloria was a far too ordinary name for a being such as herself. But she had never put much thought into what she would call herself if she had the choice. But with her past erased, she was free to become whoever she wanted. In seconds, she knew exactly what she would call herself. There was only one name that fit.
“My name is…”
Gloria walked out onto the hangar of the Opera base she had called her home from the day she was born. In her hand was the sword she had used while her and her army of clones massacred all the scientists and employees that, up until today, she had considered to be her inferior family. The task was all too easy as each of her clones retained her combat expertise. The scientists did what they could do barricade themselves in safe places, but there was nothing that could be done to stop the horde. It was only after she chopped the head off the same scientist who had called her flawed that Gloria was able to breath a sigh of relief and fully appreciate what she had accomplished.
Opera itself would continue to exist, but the base she had been born in was effectively no more. Whatever knowledge was contained at this secret location would be disposed of along with the scientists who worked there. The base itself was secluded, allowing Opera to conduct experiments that most governments would not approve of. Hidden deep in the jungles of planet Congo, nobody should have ever been able to find this place. But given the unfamiliar ship waiting for her in the hangar, the base was no longer as secretive as it once was.
With a snap of her fingers, Gloria’s clones vanished, leaving behind only one perfect being. She was curious what sort of person would go through such lengths to have her by their side. Obviously, it was time well spent on their part, but they were putting a lot of trust in her by giving her a weapon as potent as the cloning device. With a smirk on her face, Gloria made her way to the ship as the hatch slowly opened to reveal a man in a white cloak and a woman in a blue jacket with what could best be described as sentient gelatin sitting on her shoulder. The man’s skin was covered in metal, causing him to look more like a robot than a person. Granted, in this day and age that line was constantly being blurred.
“Has it been done?” The man in the mask asked. Gloria’s time in Opera had spent around very imposing and powerful people, but none of them could compare to the man standing in front of her. The second he opened his mouth, her smirk vanished and she felt like a child. His voice was so powerful that she felt that, if it were directed at her in anger, it could do more damage than any weapon.
“All of the scientists are dead and I wiped the computers. It’s done.” Gloria said. She took one last long look at the only place she had ever called home. “It’ll be like this place never existed.” She turned back to the man in the white cloak and did her best to meet his gaze. “Why did you have me do this? I’m guessing you were the one who created this cloning device. What’s in it for you?”
“Questions? HA! You give her ultimate power and the little lady has questions!” A gruff voice said from within the ship. Shifting her gaze slightly, Gloria looked at a massive Khurr resting his eyes in the front seat. She had never seen a being as muscular as he was.
“Patience Sloth. I gave her a gift. It is only natural for someone as intelligent as her to ask questions.” The man in the cloak stepped closer to Gloria. “My name is the Blacksmith. I am a weapons developer who works independently on projects of my choosing. My real goal though is something far more grand.”
“What is it?”
“For the time being, I’m going to ask you to rely on faith.” The Blacksmith explained. “The big fellow, Sloth, and the lady Hail have gone out of their way to prove their loyalty. I want your help as well, but I am not willing to put my operation in jeopardy by giving you more information than you need.” The Blacksmith placed his hand on Gloria’s shoulder. “I put a great deal of faith in you when I gave you the cloning device you wear on your neck. I ask that you show me some faith in return.”
Gloria grasped the necklace she wore. She was curious what would happened if she said no. Were she to be killed on this planet, nobody would come looking for her. Even with an army of clones, she doubted that a man as imposing as the Blacksmith would have any trouble executing her. That, and there was something about the Blacksmith that she could not quite put her finger on. Even if she had a choice in the matter, she would have made the same decision.
“Very well.” Gloria said. “The perfect human being will accompany you. You will not be disappointed.”
“Welcome to the Four Horsemen.” The woman called Hail whispered. Gloria was so surprised to hear her talk that she jumped.
“Then there is only one other thing I need to ask.” The Blacksmith explained. He held out his hand. “What is your name?”
Gloria was shocked, her eye twitching in frustration. These people had gone through so much trouble to find her, and they did not even know her name? Her faith in this operation was plummeting fast. “I’m a bit surprised you would ask that. My name is Gloria-”
“You misunderstood me.” The Blacksmith said. “Gloria is the name that those scientists you killed called you. What is your name?”
Gloria paused. She was not sure what she would call herself. In truth, she always thought that Gloria was a far too ordinary name for a being such as herself. But she had never put much thought into what she would call herself if she had the choice. But with her past erased, she was free to become whoever she wanted. In seconds, she knew exactly what she would call herself. There was only one name that fit.
“My name is…”
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Present
As soon as the mercenaries and soldiers exited the ship, they were greeted by the sights and sounds of a planet-wide festival the likes of which they had never seen. Everywhere they looked, there was music and dancing as the small Reds celebrated the coronation of the Queen who declared war on mankind. What had become known as one of the darkest days in human history was one that the Reds all celebrated. The thing that Sonya noticed the most, however, was how many lanterns were out on the streets. At the end of the night, the Reds would release the lanterns and they would float up into the sky. Their lights would fill the night much like when the Reds’ fleets launched for the first time.
Sonya knew more about the customs of the Reds than she cared to admit. Back when she was training to be a Demon, her instructors used to show them how the Reds celebrated going to war with mankind in order to inspire them to train harder. While she had come to recognize these statements as propaganda, she still found it difficult to look at the denizens of planet Himalaya without a look of disgust on her face.
It wasn’t helping that all of the Reds seemed to be obnoxiously happy.
“I’m guessing that you are not interested in joining the celebration.” Ryu said. While the rest of the mercenaries began to filter throughout the crowd, Sonya had yet to leave the ship. Her wheelchair still rested at the top of the hangar bay doors.
“You read my mind.” Sonya said.
“Not necessary. Even I can read your current body language.” Ryu continued to have a tenuous grasp on sarcasm. “May I ask why? Everyone else seems to be happy.”
“Do you know what these little monsters are celebrating Ryu?” Sonya pivoted her wheelchair to look up at her H.M.V. “The crowning of Queen Akari, the woman who declared war on mankind and brought us to the edge of extinction. This is one of their biggest holidays throughout the year, but all they’re celebrating is death and destruction. I lost my father to these...freaks.”
“So you do not agree with your two race’s alliance.”
Sonya sighed before continuing. “I know that it’s immature of me. Right now, we need all the firepower we can get to take on the Beyonders. But it is very difficult for me to look at one of these things after being told for so long that they are the enemy and not feel the urge to reach for my gun.” Sonya shook at her head. “Their ignorance bothers me more than anything else. Look at these people Ryu. Do they look like they are prepared to face enemies like the Beyonders who could devour this entire crowd in seconds? They’re living a lie…”
“Ignorance is bliss.” Ryu said. “As Balor said, the true fight has yet to start. Perhaps you should try and enjoy yourself, if only for one night? You haven’t had a chance to relax since the invasion.”
“People who relax end up weak, and weaklings wind up dead.” Sonya turned her chair around. “You should go explore Ryu if you’re so curious. But I refuse to let myself waste my time here.” With that, the Demon turned around and went back into the ship. Ryu, meanwhile, stood up and slowly entered the crowd.
A Red and Khurr at the Festival
“Oh wow, is that a dragon?” One of the Reds, a youth with soft-looking fur and big eyes, hopped off of his father’s shoulders and ran over to Ryu’s feet. The small creature was no larger than Ryu’s toe. Looking at one of their children, it was hard to imagine that these were the same people that had nearly caused humanity to go extinct in the Mjolnir galaxy. “Mr. Dragon, could you light my lantern?”
“Um...sure. Allow me.” Ryu bent over slowly, gently picking up the lantern between his finger. Sucking in a deep breath, a small flame erupted from his mouth, lighting the lantern with ease (but not without some noticeable charring). The young Red was quite pleased when the H.M.V. handed him back his lantern that now burned with dragon fire.
As Ryu lifted his head back up, he noticed a figure who seemed to be watching him from a nearby roof. While he could barely make out the man’s features due to the lack of light, Ryu could faintly see the outline of one one of the Red’s soldiers lurking on the roof. He could only guess that the current royal family had assigned him, the most monstrous H.M.V. in the Demon’s arsenal, a personal guard.
“What a strange world this is…” Ryu whispered.
“Um...sure. Allow me.” Ryu bent over slowly, gently picking up the lantern between his finger. Sucking in a deep breath, a small flame erupted from his mouth, lighting the lantern with ease (but not without some noticeable charring). The young Red was quite pleased when the H.M.V. handed him back his lantern that now burned with dragon fire.
As Ryu lifted his head back up, he noticed a figure who seemed to be watching him from a nearby roof. While he could barely make out the man’s features due to the lack of light, Ryu could faintly see the outline of one one of the Red’s soldiers lurking on the roof. He could only guess that the current royal family had assigned him, the most monstrous H.M.V. in the Demon’s arsenal, a personal guard.
“What a strange world this is…” Ryu whispered.
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While the rest of the planet celebrated, Sonya returned to the gym of the Demon’s flagship. As the personal vessel of their commander, Balor, the flagship had almost everything a soldier could ever want. There were numerous armories, spacious hangars, and most importantly in Sonya’s case...a gym. The ship had gone through many different names during its time in the Demon fleet, but nowadays most liked to call it the Behemoth.
Sonya enjoyed nothing more than exercising. Unlike most of her daily activities, which typically involved barking orders at her soldiers or shooting at someone in a firefight, the gym always felt quiet. All she had to do was put on her headphones and tune out the world as her body moved in perfect rhythm with her heartbeat. It did more to calm her than any therapy session. Even without being able to move her legs, Sonya was determined not to let it slow her down. If she could not rely on her legs, she would just have to improve her upper body. With a huff, Sonya lifted herself out of her chair and up to the bar she would be using to do pull-ups.
“Wow. This is the first time I’ve seen you dressed in anything other than your uniform.” It was the voice of an intruder. “For one so young, you’re jacked.” Sonya slowly turned her body around, only to find her face-to-face with the Red Princess, Asuka. The same woman who had begrudgingly allowed the Demons to seek shelter on her home planet.
Sonya enjoyed nothing more than exercising. Unlike most of her daily activities, which typically involved barking orders at her soldiers or shooting at someone in a firefight, the gym always felt quiet. All she had to do was put on her headphones and tune out the world as her body moved in perfect rhythm with her heartbeat. It did more to calm her than any therapy session. Even without being able to move her legs, Sonya was determined not to let it slow her down. If she could not rely on her legs, she would just have to improve her upper body. With a huff, Sonya lifted herself out of her chair and up to the bar she would be using to do pull-ups.
“Wow. This is the first time I’ve seen you dressed in anything other than your uniform.” It was the voice of an intruder. “For one so young, you’re jacked.” Sonya slowly turned her body around, only to find her face-to-face with the Red Princess, Asuka. The same woman who had begrudgingly allowed the Demons to seek shelter on her home planet.
Princess Asuka
“What are you doing here? This is a Demon warship. No Reds should have been allowed to get this far in.” Sonya said. She refused to lower herself back onto her chair, preferring instead to look down on the Princess from her pull-up bar.
“A Demon warship on a Red planet. As far as I am concerned, you are guests on my planet. And on my planet, I go where I please.” The Princess explained. “Unless of course my presence here is so insulting that you are willing to start a war by throwing me out.”
“Why go through the trouble of throwing you out when I could snap your neck?” Sonya threatened.
“So quick to threaten violence. Though I suppose you are only human.” Asuka said. “I know this might be hard for you to believe Sonya, but I come here in peace. I wanted to speak with you personally. It’s obvious that Balor cares for you quite a bit. Like father and daughter.”
“My father was killed by your people.” Sonya said. Slowly, she began to pull her chin over the bar without breaking a sweat. “Balor was just his friend. And he looks out for me.”
“Hard to imagine you need to be looked out for. Regardless, my point still stands.” Asuka said with a smirk. Were princesses perpetually arrogant? “I’m looking towards the future Sonya. Once the Beyonders have been slain, what is next for our two governments? Where do we go from here? Back to war, or is this the start of peace between our two sides?”
“Too soon to worry about that. We have monsters to slay first.” Sonya grunted as she pulled herself up. “Then mankind can go back to dealing with its true enemy.”
“Believe it or not, I empathize with you holding a grudge Sonya. I lost members of my family as well during this long war. And...for what?” Asuka said, her eyes downcast. “For the first time in centuries, mankind has been welcomed onto a Red planet. As future queen, I refuse to let this opportunity go to waste.”
“You think it’s so easy to forgive and forget? Your people nearly made mine go extinct! If the Demons did not load up all of those people onto their ships during your initial assault, we’d all be gone right now.” Sonya said. “No. There isn’t going to be any moving on from that.”
“Heh. For once who claims to know history, you’re forgetting why the Reds went to war with mankind in the first place. Humans are not even native to this galaxy. Do you remember that?” Asuka said. “It may have been centuries, but we of the Mjolnir galaxy still remember the Empire Sonya. How you enslaved alien species and subjugated them to your will. What we did was retribution for a crime humanity had yet to pay for.”
“It’s easy to justify it when you explain it like that. But innocent people were harmed as well. Many of the humans killed by Reds hadn’t even heard of the Empire.” Sonya pulled herself up once again. “What did your war accomplish, huh? The Empire is still around Asuka. It’s just under new management in the form of red furry things with thick tails.”
Asuka self-consciously looked at her own tail. Had it always been that thick? “We are nothing like the Empire! We offer freedom to the entire galaxy everywhere we go.”
“Please, you don’t even offer freedom to your own soldiers. Have you ever even spoken to your followers Asuka? Those freaks are willing to hack off portions of their own body and replace them with cybernetics just to make themselves better assets for your family.” Sonya said, pulling herself up once more. “Look around you Asuka. This huge festival is just a farce. One half of your people live in peace and ignorance, while the other half has turned themselves into machines of war.”
“Don’t insult my-” Asuka started, before stopping herself. “Wow, it is so easy to fall into the same trap our ancestors have trapped themselves in time and time again. We go back and forth instead of working to actually find solutions to our problems.”
“The only problem I’d like to solve is you.” Sonya muttered.
“Going to ignore that.” Asuka said. “You know, if you got down from there and stopped huffing and puffing, we might actually be able to have a fruitful conversation. With me as part of the royal family and you being close with Balor, we can convince both sides to find peace.”
“Great idea!” Sonya said sarcastically. “Maybe after I finish my reps.”
Asuka’s eyebrow twitched. In her rage, she kicked a nearby barbell set, before crying out and rubbing her ankle in pain. Staring at Sonya, Asuka took off her princess kimono and, in her undergarments, pulled herself up onto the bar next to Sonya. The two were of almost equal height. “If I cannot have your respect by right, then I shall earn it.”
“Good luck with that. Just try and keep up. You Reds are all soft.”
“Factually, that is true given our fur. But the royal family is not to be taken lightly!”
“A Demon warship on a Red planet. As far as I am concerned, you are guests on my planet. And on my planet, I go where I please.” The Princess explained. “Unless of course my presence here is so insulting that you are willing to start a war by throwing me out.”
“Why go through the trouble of throwing you out when I could snap your neck?” Sonya threatened.
“So quick to threaten violence. Though I suppose you are only human.” Asuka said. “I know this might be hard for you to believe Sonya, but I come here in peace. I wanted to speak with you personally. It’s obvious that Balor cares for you quite a bit. Like father and daughter.”
“My father was killed by your people.” Sonya said. Slowly, she began to pull her chin over the bar without breaking a sweat. “Balor was just his friend. And he looks out for me.”
“Hard to imagine you need to be looked out for. Regardless, my point still stands.” Asuka said with a smirk. Were princesses perpetually arrogant? “I’m looking towards the future Sonya. Once the Beyonders have been slain, what is next for our two governments? Where do we go from here? Back to war, or is this the start of peace between our two sides?”
“Too soon to worry about that. We have monsters to slay first.” Sonya grunted as she pulled herself up. “Then mankind can go back to dealing with its true enemy.”
“Believe it or not, I empathize with you holding a grudge Sonya. I lost members of my family as well during this long war. And...for what?” Asuka said, her eyes downcast. “For the first time in centuries, mankind has been welcomed onto a Red planet. As future queen, I refuse to let this opportunity go to waste.”
“You think it’s so easy to forgive and forget? Your people nearly made mine go extinct! If the Demons did not load up all of those people onto their ships during your initial assault, we’d all be gone right now.” Sonya said. “No. There isn’t going to be any moving on from that.”
“Heh. For once who claims to know history, you’re forgetting why the Reds went to war with mankind in the first place. Humans are not even native to this galaxy. Do you remember that?” Asuka said. “It may have been centuries, but we of the Mjolnir galaxy still remember the Empire Sonya. How you enslaved alien species and subjugated them to your will. What we did was retribution for a crime humanity had yet to pay for.”
“It’s easy to justify it when you explain it like that. But innocent people were harmed as well. Many of the humans killed by Reds hadn’t even heard of the Empire.” Sonya pulled herself up once again. “What did your war accomplish, huh? The Empire is still around Asuka. It’s just under new management in the form of red furry things with thick tails.”
Asuka self-consciously looked at her own tail. Had it always been that thick? “We are nothing like the Empire! We offer freedom to the entire galaxy everywhere we go.”
“Please, you don’t even offer freedom to your own soldiers. Have you ever even spoken to your followers Asuka? Those freaks are willing to hack off portions of their own body and replace them with cybernetics just to make themselves better assets for your family.” Sonya said, pulling herself up once more. “Look around you Asuka. This huge festival is just a farce. One half of your people live in peace and ignorance, while the other half has turned themselves into machines of war.”
“Don’t insult my-” Asuka started, before stopping herself. “Wow, it is so easy to fall into the same trap our ancestors have trapped themselves in time and time again. We go back and forth instead of working to actually find solutions to our problems.”
“The only problem I’d like to solve is you.” Sonya muttered.
“Going to ignore that.” Asuka said. “You know, if you got down from there and stopped huffing and puffing, we might actually be able to have a fruitful conversation. With me as part of the royal family and you being close with Balor, we can convince both sides to find peace.”
“Great idea!” Sonya said sarcastically. “Maybe after I finish my reps.”
Asuka’s eyebrow twitched. In her rage, she kicked a nearby barbell set, before crying out and rubbing her ankle in pain. Staring at Sonya, Asuka took off her princess kimono and, in her undergarments, pulled herself up onto the bar next to Sonya. The two were of almost equal height. “If I cannot have your respect by right, then I shall earn it.”
“Good luck with that. Just try and keep up. You Reds are all soft.”
“Factually, that is true given our fur. But the royal family is not to be taken lightly!”
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Meanwhile, in Demon occupied space...
Unfortunately for the Demons and the Reds, the Beyonders were not the only current threat in the universe. The Optimists, spurred on by a new leader who offered them more powerful weaponry and tactical expertise, were more dangerous than ever. On the surface, the Optimists did not appear to be threatening. Early adopters of a drug called “Bliss,” the Optimists had their minds warped so that they could feel no emotion other than unfiltered joy. Even the most heinous of crimes would bring nothing but happiness to an Optimist. When left untouched, Optimists would be relatively harmless, content with doing the most mundane of things while cackling like mad men.
Put a gun in their hands, however, and you have some of the most dangerous soldiers in the galaxy. Men and women who joined the Optimists felt no remorse when they pulled the trigger, and would not hesitate to sacrifice their own bodies if it means inflicting harm on someone else. This tendency was made only more dangerous by how often Bliss was used on human soldiers suffering from PTSD after fighting the Reds for years. Not only did the Optimists have no moral code, but many of them have the training necessary to be serious threats.
It was odd, then, that the Demons would be lucky enough to capture one of their warships. Typically, when the Optimists were in danger of being captured, they would do their best to ram the enemy vessel before destroying their own. However, someone on the warship had enough sense of self-preservation to avoid doing so. The Demons knew that they could not let this opportunity go to waste as their forces were being spread thin from fending off both the Beyonders and the seemingly random attacks of the Optimists. If they could learn more about where they are getting their supplies from and why they attack certain locations, then they could neutralize them as a threat.
Still, this goal did little to comfort the Demons who had been ordered to infiltrate the ship. Few Demons had ever entered an Optimist vessel and lived to tell the tale. The warship itself was a sight to behold, painted bright yellow, with what appeared to be a hastily scrawled smile at the front. Where others might have seen a smiley face, all the Demons could see was a symbol to be feared.
“Keep your eyes peeled and your fingers on the triggers men.” The sergeant leading the Demons ordered. He was a veteran who had served mankind proudly for years, but even he was apprehensive about what might happen once they are on board. “No prisoner is worth losing your life over. Remember, we have no use for some of these men who are so high on Bliss that they can’t even think straight. All we need is the one in charge.”
The Demon’s landed their small transport ship alongside the Optimist warship. The ship’s engines had been damaged in their battle, and the Optimists vessel was no longer operational. However, for a ship that only a few minutes prior had been completely active, everything seemed too quiet. Nevertheless, the Demon transport ship shot out a long tube that immediately tethered itself to the Optimist warship before drilling a hole in the wall. The Demons had their entrypoint.
“Watch the angles. You never know when one of these psychopaths is going to jump at you.” And yet, as the Demons proceeded through the warship, room by room, they found no one. No matter how deep they went, there were no Optimists to be found. For a ship that had just been operational, the majority of the crew had to still be alive. A few of the Demons began to worry that this was a trap. Just as the sergeant began to consider pulling his soldiers out, they heard something that made the hairs stand up on the back of their necks.
The Optimists were singing.
Theme of Glorious
The Demons opened the door and found themselves in the Optimists equivalent of a throne room. On both sides, dozens of Optimist soldiers, armed to teeth, were singing out at the top of their lungs. In the center of it all was a woman with a yellow tank-top and a gas mask. All eyes in the room were on her as she moved her hands and conducted the Optimists.
“Put your hands where I can see them! Don’t move!” The sergeant yelled. But the Optimists ignored them as they continued their song. “Dammit. Throw a flash grenade in there. That’ll stop them from singing!” But before the Demons could do so, the Optimists drew pistols of their own and, one-by-one, shot themselves in the head. The entire time they had smiles on their faces. As the gunshots rang through the room, the only one remaining in the room was the woman in the gasmask.
“What the hell…” The sergeant cursed. He had never seen anything like that in all his years of service. His men shook slightly as they approached the woman, but she did not seem disturbed by their presence in the slightest.
“I heard the Demons were looking for the leader of the Optimists. Well, congratulations, you’ve found her.” The woman said. Removing her gas mask, the woman revealed herself to be a blond whose face was perfectly symmetrical. Her features were flawless, as though she were designed rather than born. “My name is Glorious. Well done!”
“You...did you do this to all of them?” The sergeant asked as he stared at one of the dead bodies. It looked like a teenager.
“They did so willingly. Bliss, right? It’ll make you do wonderful things.” Glorious produced a small vial with a yellow liquid inside from her pocket. “Especially if your body craves more of it. So there you go ladies and gentlemen, mystery is solved. I, Glorious, managed to subdue the fearsome Optimists by offering them more Bliss in exchange for their unquestioning service.”
“Now, I do believe that you will need to take me to your leader sergeant.” Glorious said. She offered her hands. “You can shackle me if you must.”
“Yeah, not likely.” The sergeant said. “This has trap written all over it. You didn’t even put up a fight-”
“Silence!” Glorious commanded. The sergeant, shocked by her defiance, shut his mouth. “You, sergeant, are just a throwaway character in this. You have your role. Play it.”
“...and why should I?”
“Because more Optimists are on the way. You’d be surprised how much our numbers have swelled in recent years. And I can tell you where they are and when they will attack, but I don’t want to tell someone as lackluster as you. I want the man in charge.” Glorious said. “Now, put on the shackles, and take me to Balor.”
“Put your hands where I can see them! Don’t move!” The sergeant yelled. But the Optimists ignored them as they continued their song. “Dammit. Throw a flash grenade in there. That’ll stop them from singing!” But before the Demons could do so, the Optimists drew pistols of their own and, one-by-one, shot themselves in the head. The entire time they had smiles on their faces. As the gunshots rang through the room, the only one remaining in the room was the woman in the gasmask.
“What the hell…” The sergeant cursed. He had never seen anything like that in all his years of service. His men shook slightly as they approached the woman, but she did not seem disturbed by their presence in the slightest.
“I heard the Demons were looking for the leader of the Optimists. Well, congratulations, you’ve found her.” The woman said. Removing her gas mask, the woman revealed herself to be a blond whose face was perfectly symmetrical. Her features were flawless, as though she were designed rather than born. “My name is Glorious. Well done!”
“You...did you do this to all of them?” The sergeant asked as he stared at one of the dead bodies. It looked like a teenager.
“They did so willingly. Bliss, right? It’ll make you do wonderful things.” Glorious produced a small vial with a yellow liquid inside from her pocket. “Especially if your body craves more of it. So there you go ladies and gentlemen, mystery is solved. I, Glorious, managed to subdue the fearsome Optimists by offering them more Bliss in exchange for their unquestioning service.”
“Now, I do believe that you will need to take me to your leader sergeant.” Glorious said. She offered her hands. “You can shackle me if you must.”
“Yeah, not likely.” The sergeant said. “This has trap written all over it. You didn’t even put up a fight-”
“Silence!” Glorious commanded. The sergeant, shocked by her defiance, shut his mouth. “You, sergeant, are just a throwaway character in this. You have your role. Play it.”
“...and why should I?”
“Because more Optimists are on the way. You’d be surprised how much our numbers have swelled in recent years. And I can tell you where they are and when they will attack, but I don’t want to tell someone as lackluster as you. I want the man in charge.” Glorious said. “Now, put on the shackles, and take me to Balor.”
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Brutus
In the labs of the Behemoth
“How is your work going Falstaff?”
“As well as it can.” Falstaff typically stumbled over his words when he spoke, but Brutus was an old friend. He felt comfortable speaking to him. “The Beyonders are unlike anything I have seen before. They managed to take one H.M.V. and mutate it into a being that is neither machine nor monster. As a scientist, it frustrates me how difficult they are to classify.”
Behind Falstaff lied the prone form of an H.M.V. that had been mutated by the Beyonder that had assaulted planet Daredevil. Like a cornered beast, the H.M.V. had fought until the end, forcing the Demons who worked so hard to capture it to put it out of its misery. The H.M.V.’s chest had been opened up, but the power core and wires that had once filled the machine had been replaced with organic tissue including a green heart. “Frankly, it’s still frightening for me to look at. I could not imagine what would happen if this Beyonder managed to get its clutches on one of the Immortals. Thank goodness it was involved in the attack on the human planet instead.”
“So not all of the Beyonders have the ability to turn H.M.V.s into...whatever we call these?”
“For the time being I’ve taken to calling them Mutants, though we will need a more technical term eventually.” Falstaff crossed his arms. “And yes, so far as we know the ability to create these Mutants is unique to the creature that attacked planet Daredevil and fought Sonya. That is why this war is so challenging to fight: there is no pattern to what these Beyonders are capable of. As soon as we develop one strategy against, say, a Beyonder capable of generating flames, we get attacked by a being made of ice. There seems to be an endless variety to their kind.”
“But enough about my work. Brutus, how is the Monitor? Is she safe?”
“How is your work going Falstaff?”
“As well as it can.” Falstaff typically stumbled over his words when he spoke, but Brutus was an old friend. He felt comfortable speaking to him. “The Beyonders are unlike anything I have seen before. They managed to take one H.M.V. and mutate it into a being that is neither machine nor monster. As a scientist, it frustrates me how difficult they are to classify.”
Behind Falstaff lied the prone form of an H.M.V. that had been mutated by the Beyonder that had assaulted planet Daredevil. Like a cornered beast, the H.M.V. had fought until the end, forcing the Demons who worked so hard to capture it to put it out of its misery. The H.M.V.’s chest had been opened up, but the power core and wires that had once filled the machine had been replaced with organic tissue including a green heart. “Frankly, it’s still frightening for me to look at. I could not imagine what would happen if this Beyonder managed to get its clutches on one of the Immortals. Thank goodness it was involved in the attack on the human planet instead.”
“So not all of the Beyonders have the ability to turn H.M.V.s into...whatever we call these?”
“For the time being I’ve taken to calling them Mutants, though we will need a more technical term eventually.” Falstaff crossed his arms. “And yes, so far as we know the ability to create these Mutants is unique to the creature that attacked planet Daredevil and fought Sonya. That is why this war is so challenging to fight: there is no pattern to what these Beyonders are capable of. As soon as we develop one strategy against, say, a Beyonder capable of generating flames, we get attacked by a being made of ice. There seems to be an endless variety to their kind.”
“But enough about my work. Brutus, how is the Monitor? Is she safe?”
Brutus
“She is. It was a difficult process as we had to evacuate her core from the center of Automation. But she is in a safe space...for the time being at least.” Brutus explained. “I don’t know what we’d do without her. If the Monitor were destroyed, all of the collective knowledge of the Immortals... our history, our culture...it would all be gone.”
“We will have to honor those who gave their lives to save her.” Falstaff said. “Where is she being kept Brutus?”
“...” The normally talkative Brutus had fallen silent. Though the facial expressions of Immortals could not change, there was something in his demeanor that Falstaff did not like. He seemed on edge. “Falstaff, I did not contact you just to check in on your research.”
“Well, at least you contacted me at all. I haven’t heard from the Immortals in a long time.” Falstaff said. “I just assumed that you were all busy with the Monitor, but I feel as though I cannot even hear her anymore in my head. What’s going on Brutus?”
“The council has decided to disconnect you from the Monitor Falstaff. As of yesterday, you are no longer considered an Immortal.” Brutus averted his eyes.
“W-w-what? What is the meaning of-” Falstaff shook. He could not even process what was going on. “Brutus, what happened?”
“What happened? After everything I’ve been through, you have the nerve to ask me that?!” Brutus’s voice was rising, and his shyness had been replaced by rage. “OUR PLANET FALSTAFF! OUR HOME! IT’S BEEN OVERRUN BY MONSTERS BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR STUPID FUCKING EXPERIMENTS!”
“...I...I can’t believe that you are saying these things to me Brutus…” Falstaff held his head in shame. “I’m doing everything I can to fix-”
“The reason why I am the one calling you is because disconnecting you from the network was MY idea Falstaff. But if you’re looking for someone to blame, look in the mirror.” Brutus said. “Your unauthorized experiment brought the Beyonders to us. The Monitor never approved of you going into that black hole. Hell, she never even knew that you were planning to go there in the first place! You are the first Immortal in history to find a way to avoid the gaze of the Monitor.”
“Brutus, please-”
“No you traitor. This is exactly what you deserve.” Brutus said. “You spent so much time trying to avoid the Monitor’s detection that it’s only fitting that you would be disconnected. Enjoy your freedom-”
Falstaff picked up one of his lights in the lab and threw it into the screen where Brutus stared back at him. The screen shattered, sending glass shards across the floor. It had been a long time since Falstaff had lost control of his emotions this way. Despite his lack of lungs, he found himself breathing heavily. Disconnected. How could they do this to me? After all my loyal years of service? Being disconnected from the Monitor was the greatest punishment for Immortals as they were made outcasts from their own kind. Falstaff never felt more alone.
However, even though Falstaff could feel emotions like anger, he was still a machine, and as a machine he was predictable. The second his feelings became too much for him, Falstaff turned around and returned his focus to his research. His only hope of returning to Immortal society was to destroy the Beyonders, and that meant he needed a better understanding of what his team would be hunting. With a syringe in hand, Falstaff retrieved a sample of the “blood” that ran through the Mutant’s veins and turned to face a lone lab rat watching him from his cage. He needed to know what would happen to an organic creature if this particular Beyonder were to get his clutches on him.
“I am sorry small one.” Falstaff told the rat. “I am not a bad person. Honest.” And without a second thought, Falstaff stuck the syringe into the rat’s neck.
((And with that, welcome to Rise 7. This phase is what we who are familiar with Rise think of as the “free-roam” portion of the rp. Himalaya is having a wonderful festival about killing humans, so go around and enjoy yourselves (they play wonderful games like "pin the explosive on the human" and "bobbing for human skulls"). The Demons, meanwhile, are exercising, drinking, and cleaning their bikes...basically what any biker gang would do, but in space. You are free to interact with other players, interact with / make npcs, and go to settings either established by moi or envisioned by your crazy imagination. If it makes sense that it would be on the planet or in the Behemoth, then feel free to make it so.
A few things to keep in mind.
- Sonya and Asuka are in the Behemoth’s gym, Balor is in the hangar, and Falstaff is in the lab. Feel free to interact with them (you can write for them, but if you want them to answer a question you don't know the answer to, allow me).
- Whoever proves themselves to be the best pilot/leader of the team will get to ride the Helsing. This rper will also get to design the mech in their own image for the coming battle. And no, it will not be Sonya piloting the giant mech.
- NPCs should be used to enhance your main character. As such, there should be no posts from your NPC’s point of view. If they were so interesting, why aren’t you playing as them? NPCs should also not be part of the Demons, Reds, or Four Horsemen without my permission. If I like an npc, however, we may be able to integrate them more fully into the plot.
- PvP is allowed. If players disagree on who would win in a scuffle, I would decide it, but I think we can all be adults and have our characters fight without needing to win.
- Make some friends.))
“We will have to honor those who gave their lives to save her.” Falstaff said. “Where is she being kept Brutus?”
“...” The normally talkative Brutus had fallen silent. Though the facial expressions of Immortals could not change, there was something in his demeanor that Falstaff did not like. He seemed on edge. “Falstaff, I did not contact you just to check in on your research.”
“Well, at least you contacted me at all. I haven’t heard from the Immortals in a long time.” Falstaff said. “I just assumed that you were all busy with the Monitor, but I feel as though I cannot even hear her anymore in my head. What’s going on Brutus?”
“The council has decided to disconnect you from the Monitor Falstaff. As of yesterday, you are no longer considered an Immortal.” Brutus averted his eyes.
“W-w-what? What is the meaning of-” Falstaff shook. He could not even process what was going on. “Brutus, what happened?”
“What happened? After everything I’ve been through, you have the nerve to ask me that?!” Brutus’s voice was rising, and his shyness had been replaced by rage. “OUR PLANET FALSTAFF! OUR HOME! IT’S BEEN OVERRUN BY MONSTERS BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR STUPID FUCKING EXPERIMENTS!”
“...I...I can’t believe that you are saying these things to me Brutus…” Falstaff held his head in shame. “I’m doing everything I can to fix-”
“The reason why I am the one calling you is because disconnecting you from the network was MY idea Falstaff. But if you’re looking for someone to blame, look in the mirror.” Brutus said. “Your unauthorized experiment brought the Beyonders to us. The Monitor never approved of you going into that black hole. Hell, she never even knew that you were planning to go there in the first place! You are the first Immortal in history to find a way to avoid the gaze of the Monitor.”
“Brutus, please-”
“No you traitor. This is exactly what you deserve.” Brutus said. “You spent so much time trying to avoid the Monitor’s detection that it’s only fitting that you would be disconnected. Enjoy your freedom-”
Falstaff picked up one of his lights in the lab and threw it into the screen where Brutus stared back at him. The screen shattered, sending glass shards across the floor. It had been a long time since Falstaff had lost control of his emotions this way. Despite his lack of lungs, he found himself breathing heavily. Disconnected. How could they do this to me? After all my loyal years of service? Being disconnected from the Monitor was the greatest punishment for Immortals as they were made outcasts from their own kind. Falstaff never felt more alone.
However, even though Falstaff could feel emotions like anger, he was still a machine, and as a machine he was predictable. The second his feelings became too much for him, Falstaff turned around and returned his focus to his research. His only hope of returning to Immortal society was to destroy the Beyonders, and that meant he needed a better understanding of what his team would be hunting. With a syringe in hand, Falstaff retrieved a sample of the “blood” that ran through the Mutant’s veins and turned to face a lone lab rat watching him from his cage. He needed to know what would happen to an organic creature if this particular Beyonder were to get his clutches on him.
“I am sorry small one.” Falstaff told the rat. “I am not a bad person. Honest.” And without a second thought, Falstaff stuck the syringe into the rat’s neck.
((And with that, welcome to Rise 7. This phase is what we who are familiar with Rise think of as the “free-roam” portion of the rp. Himalaya is having a wonderful festival about killing humans, so go around and enjoy yourselves (they play wonderful games like "pin the explosive on the human" and "bobbing for human skulls"). The Demons, meanwhile, are exercising, drinking, and cleaning their bikes...basically what any biker gang would do, but in space. You are free to interact with other players, interact with / make npcs, and go to settings either established by moi or envisioned by your crazy imagination. If it makes sense that it would be on the planet or in the Behemoth, then feel free to make it so.
A few things to keep in mind.
- Sonya and Asuka are in the Behemoth’s gym, Balor is in the hangar, and Falstaff is in the lab. Feel free to interact with them (you can write for them, but if you want them to answer a question you don't know the answer to, allow me).
- Whoever proves themselves to be the best pilot/leader of the team will get to ride the Helsing. This rper will also get to design the mech in their own image for the coming battle. And no, it will not be Sonya piloting the giant mech.
- NPCs should be used to enhance your main character. As such, there should be no posts from your NPC’s point of view. If they were so interesting, why aren’t you playing as them? NPCs should also not be part of the Demons, Reds, or Four Horsemen without my permission. If I like an npc, however, we may be able to integrate them more fully into the plot.
- PvP is allowed. If players disagree on who would win in a scuffle, I would decide it, but I think we can all be adults and have our characters fight without needing to win.
- Make some friends.))
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