Lonely Rolling Star
Joined: Jul 2011
Location: Imagine Cucumber
Originally posted on MSPA
Circumvent Generator: Destroyed
Consciousness Creator: Active
Lingual Emulator: Destroyed
. . . Processing
POTENTIAL APOCALYPTIC OCCURRENCE
INITIATE FINAL COUNTER-STRIKE
The unexpected explosion had both obvious consequences, and much more subdued consequences. The most obvious of them all, at least in the long term sense of course, was that the powerful field that controlled who went in and out of the facility was unceremoniously shut off.
The soldiers outside did not get as flashy a sign as those near the actual destruction of the Circumvent Generator, instead having their only clue be a small, not very noticeable *whoosh* sound. The group was too busy going through a rousing morale boosting chant to notice.
As such, the soldiers were ever so unaware that Redclaw's mission had inadvertently succeeded. They were suited up, ready, and willing to move out as soon as soon as they thought the werewolf had succeeded.
As the existence of Assassin and Enforcer implied, the researchers who built the facility did not expect their experiment to go without resistance. Each of the machines that made the facility's operations run smoothly had a fail-safe; something to ensure the protection of the rest of the area, the robots inside, and the other two machines. The destruction of two machines at once was not something that the scientists anticipated, but just because it was not something that they hadn't originally planned against, didn't mean that there wouldn't be a solution.
Looking through its functions and resources in an attempt to find a counter to the sudden wave of aggression, the consciousness of the forest was desperate. Options were deemed impossible, resources were reallocated, and limitations were broken. Eventually, it had found a match. It was a hidden project that began development after the mysterious destruction of the enlightened robots shortly after testing. In response, the forest began a series of small modifications to how it operated, slightly changing how the robots left, installing a few more surveillance devices on them, adding less scrupulous things to their blueprints, and it opted to invest a certain amount of processing power into a new project.
And now it would be time to fully activate it.
As Cepra continued awkwardly standing and watching the two robots banter, Augustus took notice of something quite a ways into the forest. He squinted and made out the staff of the reptilian pope. The Arbiter gasped. The false prophet! Oh Azungrada, if only you were here!
Finally answering his arbiter’s prayers, the lake exploded, grabbing the entire group’s attention. They looked to the sky to see the flying Azungrada, finally free of the muddy waters, propelling in the air toward its arbiter. The variety of conscious beings looked bewilderingly at the flying metallic snake as it flew right over them and slightly further into the forest.
Assassin decided that it would be prudent to investigate. "Please stay here," the robot asked as it went deeper into the forest. Cepra and Ampersand complied without issue, but Augustus, wishing to reunite with his god wouldn't allow anything to get in his way.
None of them noticed the slinking, weak form of Cthaasa, discarded by the flippant Cepra, attempting to escape their painful voices. The leech was in a rough spot. When he had first spoken to him, he jokingly thought that Triumphian's attempt at his language was painful; he couldn't have expected to be physically hurt by the words.
It was all a big joke.
First they weren't able to speak with each other and now that they finally were capable of communication with each other, it hurt him both physically and mentally. Was he internally bleeding? His only hope was to once more solicit the aid of Triumphian.
Meanwhile, Viscount was hungry. He was absolutely starved to the point that he would be all skin and bones if he had any of either. It certainly didn't help that he had lost his prey. The leech and the dinosaur went into the forest, followed by the spider, followed by him, but things after that got a little twisted. As much as he hated to think it, he had gotten lost. In fact, it almost seemed as if he had been going in circles, but that had to be impossible.
Whatever it was that had led to his losing of the other contestants, it was far too late to do anything about it now, and in all honesty, he wasn't really worried. The way that the eight of them were going around, it was unlikely that any of them was going to die soon. In fact, the only person that Viscount thought was in a position of near death was himself. So for now, his focus was on his hunger.
I'm going to die, Viscount starting to fear. There wasn't anyone near, and even if there were, there was no way that just their memories would be enough to feed him. If only there was some way that he could instill memories of himself faster, by making some sort of bang, with a spread of fear or paranoia.
But I can't do that. I would need some sort of event to look like the cause of or I would... need some... sort of help... What? What is that?
Viscount was astonished.
One of the soldiers' many attempts at getting through the Circumvent Generator was to simply brute force it. They had the bright idea of strapping on some nitrous rockets onto a one-man cart and let it fly through the forest, just enough to get past where they assumed the forest stopped being weird. Though they didn't know it, they succeeded. The kart did indeed move faster than the generator could shift its direction, allowing that one unlucky soldier to glimpse into the inner part of the forest.
And he only got that glimpse.
This is because it just so happened that on that day the forest's consciousness also had decided to try an experiment, a newly finished, secret pet project. After the continued deaths of the robots who had earned their freedom, the consciousness pondered what it could do. After some other attempts at circumventing the soldier's assaults, it got an idea. Rather than build a few, bigger, stronger robots, from scratch in case of emergency, why not attempt to make a few smaller, more discrete robots, almost invisible individually, but that together, were capable of much greater things, and to have those already present, only dormant until the proper time arose...
The principal cause for both experiments was that the soldiers had just successfully destroyed another of the defenseless robot scum. Whenever one of the robots completed his tests and exited the forest, the three machines' energy temporarily spread out through the entire forest, slightly weakening the main three corresponding functions. It was the perfect moment to strike, or at least try to get someone in there, and the consciousness knew this. And so, the soldiers, in their haste to fulfill the experiment and joy in robotic destruction, didn't notice that the remains of the robot had disappeared...
The last thing that soldier saw was a smokey amalgamation of bullet ridden metal as he was turned into a fine red mist.
And that was what Viscount was currently seeing as well. He also happened to hear something else...
"Are ya sure we should be breaking out of formation, Lawrence?"
"We've got to Frank, if that force field comes back on and they missed their chance thanks to regulations and such, it'll all be for naught! No, if that thing gets fixed then we'll be here, all ready for anything and able to get all of our mates in to save the bloody world." Lawrence looked back and gave Frank a thumbs up.
Viscount couldn’t stay still, shifting his gaseous form in preparation of what would surely be a feast to remember. It sounds like there are a lot of them... this smokey thing looks threatening enough, and luckily it resembles [I]another, much more clever smoke creature... but I can't exactly use it if it doesn't move.[/i]
As if on cue, the smokey metal began to make the mark that Viscount so desperately hungered for. The newest line of defense the forest had to offer began to tear Lawrence to pieces, shocking Frank.
Viscount took the opening and wisped to the remaining soldier, coming up right in front of him. He was almost smiling as he hungrily stared at the soldier. He wouldn't eat the memories just yet, no, he would wait for him to go back, and tell everyone all about the creature of smoke that had eaten his friend. And only then would he feed.
And Viscount followed, hungrily anticipating his meal.
Had the smoke creature a bit more sense, he would have taken his meals as he could, and would have gone back to his job. But he was just so hungry, and even if he wasn't, he didn't really worry about being out of the loop for too long. Why should he? The entire lot of them were being boring and uninteresting and passive (you would think that a violent bunch of psychopaths would do a better job of killing each other), even if something came out of the leech and dinosaur coming together it wouldn't last long.
It never does.
Azungrada landed. As the metallic snake created a crater on what remained of the Lingual Emulator, it looked around, attempting to find its loyal arbiter. Instead, it saw two other creatures, both unconscious. Azungrada ignored Redclaw in favor of the reptilian pope who had separated it from Augustus. As the god raised its muscular arm against the space pope, it heard Assassin's robotic voice.
[color=#CB7927]"Cease! Lethal aggression authorized." The robot raised its metal blade at Azungrada. "Interrogation necessary, as creature may have caused great damage against arbor."
The two stared at each other long enough for Augustus to make it to the scene. At the sight of his god, free, and about to finally deal his divine punishment, he kneeled down and prayed.
Assassin took notice of Augustus, enabling Azungrada to sucker punch it with a swift uppercut. Assassin was not pleased. "Retaliation program activated."
As Azungrada and Assassin began to fight, the former fueled by its Divine Arbiter’s prayers, and the latter moving very quickly to avoid the metallic muscles, Cthaasa continued his crawl to Triumphian. The leech reached the pope, but found that he could do nothing to awake him. He was too weak to attempt a psychic pulse of some sort, and there was nothing he could physically do to the tough scales of the Lagren. There was only one option available, and it was something that Cthaasa desperately wanted to avoid.
He looked back at the fight between Azungrada and Assassin and noticed that the snake god was winning. His time with Augustus was definitely not pleasant and he doubted that he would be treated in good favor, even if there wasn't a giant living snake statue at his beck and call. Gulping, Cthaasa got as close to Triumphian's ear as he could and shouted, "AWAKEN."
As the space leech winced in pain at his own words, the white eyes of the pope shot open. His Holiness brushed himself and scowled at the so called Divine Arbiter, kneeling. There is no doubt that he is praying to the rock at the bottom of t- Triumphian roared in anger at the sight of Azungrada, free of the lake, and fighting a robot he had never seen before.
Ignoring the withering leech that had awakened him, Triumphian sent out a paralyzing wave at Azungrada, allowing Assassin to swipe at the snake god's head, dislodging something that had unknowingly gotten stuck there. Triumphian watched his coin fall on to Cthaasa, which allowed His Holiness to take notice of him.
The leech gave a weak "assist" and winced in pain at his own words. As Augustus was still deep in prayer and Azungrada was focused on his fight, Triumphian lifted both his coin and the leech, and healed the latter.
"That's enough; there are heathens to deal with." Triumphian let go of the leech and made his way to Augustus.
It feels so good to eat.
The soldiers were in shambles. As soon as Frank informed the rest of them about the smokey mass of death, they mobilized, preparing everything for the upcoming, all out attack. The attack that would be in vain, partially thanks to the stomach of the oh-so-clever and so discreet Viscount.
He was having a ball, eating the delicious fear induced memories of himself.
"What do you think about that smoke monster Greg? Do you think Frank was just fucking with us?"
Let me just take a quick bite here and...
"W-what smoke creature? Are you on something again Jer?"
"I mean the... the... uhm... the what?"
"The smoke creature."
"What about it?"
"That's what I want to know!"
"I don't know anything about a smoke creature!"
"Then why'd you bring it up!"
"I... don't remember..."
Between the two creatures of smoke, it wasn't long before a good chunk of the soldiers were a big, disorganized, mess. Easy prey.
"Unhand vf you wretched heathen!"
"Please, enlighten kz, why should j?"
Though Azungrada was now poised to beat Assassin by quite a margin, the robot was no longer the only threat to Augustus. With Triumphian conscious and holding the Divine Arbiter's head in his sharp claws, Azungrada felt its subject in danger, but with the attack of Assassin, could do nothing without risking Augustus' life.
With the smiting option firmly impossible, Augustus opted to take advantage of his opponent’s sudden ability to mostly speak his language and attempted to initiate a debate.
"Because your brutish ways prove exactly what r knew! That you are nothing but r dirty heathen."
"e ought gr crush your skull for making such jh inaccurate assumption... but z will not."
Augustus was relived, he had tricked the stupid reptile! Now all he had to do was keep him busy long enough for Azungrada to show him true divine power.
Augustus still in his grip, Triumphian began the religious debate with the creation story of his species, not caring about the small words that for whatever reason couldn't come out correctly, and filling Augustus' unworthy head with the truth.
To Cthaasa, it was torture. Each word that left Triumphian's maw inflicted another bout of intense pain. It was the worst pain he ever felt, surpassing all of the pain and humiliation he felt before no thanks to Triumphian's preference for using the longest words possible. It was a rapid fire of bullets piercing through his brain, digging in as deep as they could and then exploding into smaller bullets that then shot outward. He wanted to end it all.
It hurt so much.
Cthaasa almost got his wish then Azungrada teared off Assassin's arm, and threw it toward the leech.
As the stray arm flew at him, he was frozen.
His life flashed.
And then it was black.
" Worry not Cthaasa, though you may xt weak, v have more than enough power gh deal with any and all threats against us!" Cthaasa's eyes shot open as Triumphian's smug words, which felt like cold, yet burning knives ripping his brain and burning the wounds shut, etched themselves into his mind.. "Now... where was l? Yes! The glorious conquering yv our planet. Yooouuu ssseeeeeeehhhhhhheeeeeaaaaattttttthhhhheeeee- "
Cthaasa wished that the arm had killed him. Instead of a quick splat, he was covered in a gold glow, unable to move at all, and slowly dying as the pope's words started to bleed together into one constant feeling of pain. He was doomed. With the dinosaur focused on his own words, and his own pride, there was nothing that could make him shut up.
Everything felt like pain, as if his entire body was bleeding. Maybe it was? He couldn't tell. He couldn't feel anything. In his final moments, he only knew pain. It was over.
There was only one thing left for Cthaasa. It was a small glimmer of light that made the unbearable pain a single bit better. It was the thought that as soon as Azungrada finished destroying Assassin, Triumphian would be next.
He was wrong.
(This post was last modified: 05-20-2013 11:16 PM by Solaris.)