Evil M. Lurker
What Lurks at Midnight
- Location
- The City, USA
"Shinji has gone bye-bye, Misato. What have you got left?"
"Sorry, Saladin. I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought."
Destiny: Gospel of a New Genesis [Evangelion/Destiny]
- Thread starter Ultra Sonic 007
- Start date
- Crossover
"Sorry, Saladin. I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought."
11.0, in which the Ahamkara is/are a jerk(s).
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
Ghost Fragment: Memory of Jolder
"The red tide surged, and my comrades were undone."
There was a haze in my head; I remembered...I remembered throwing the body of Gheleon past the threshold, where he was caught by Katsuragi...I saw the face of Saladin, wracked with defiant horror. I...I pressed the detonator. The entryway collapsed...and then I was consumed.
Then...how...?
My mind was no longer my own, yet I was still me. I was being lifted, pulled by cords of blood...and then I was face-to-face with the beast.
Useful creations, are they not, oh prisoner mine?
A...a dragon...?
Soldiers without a commander, slaves without a master, puppets without strings; I serve as that which gives them purpose.
...it can't be...
You have struggled valiantly, as a mountain that cannot be scaled. Yet the tide breaks all, and the mightiest mountain eventually bows to the winds, oh prisoner mine.
(Serpentine eyes looked with amusement at the kneeling human. He asked for truth; and so I gave it to him.)
What...what was that?
Eyes that were not mine, yet witnessed; memories beyond the veil, swimming through a vast ocean; each of us a land unto themselves, connected by a singular sea.
I tried to struggle, to get free. My bonds of deathly red would not budge. Where was my Ghost...?
The notion of distance is an illusion, for that which seems far is only separated by effort and will.
(She wished for the power to protect her family from a mere criminal, a simple threat in the grand scheme of creation. Her gift was that of seemingly divine inspiration, and she incited an entire city to revolt. Soon, the whole country devolved into madness; it was the first salvo of what these mere pawns would eventually call the Cataclysm.)
How much will can you bring to bear, oh partner mine?
My Ghost...where is she?
You believe that this little trinket offers a path to true power? A path beyond the embrace of death?
The shell began to crack, and I knew despair.
(He only wanted to be strong enough to protect his sister. Very well; he became Strength Incarnate. Strength that is not used...cannot be called such. So he used it on those that were closest. And so the blood began to flow.)
These visions...!
Why seek to avoid that which awaits us all, when you can instead aim to master it? You seek the empty promises of the Sky...but the waters of the Deep can remove your sorrow.
No...stop...
Remove your sorrow by embracing it.
...Saladin...
Tell me...what would you like to wish for...
The red tide consumed me.
...oh bearer mine?
My Ghost shattered.
~defend enhance eliminate~
"The red tide surged, and my comrades were undone."
There was a haze in my head; I remembered...I remembered throwing the body of Gheleon past the threshold, where he was caught by Katsuragi...I saw the face of Saladin, wracked with defiant horror. I...I pressed the detonator. The entryway collapsed...and then I was consumed.
Then...how...?
My mind was no longer my own, yet I was still me. I was being lifted, pulled by cords of blood...and then I was face-to-face with the beast.
Useful creations, are they not, oh prisoner mine?
A...a dragon...?
Soldiers without a commander, slaves without a master, puppets without strings; I serve as that which gives them purpose.
...it can't be...
You have struggled valiantly, as a mountain that cannot be scaled. Yet the tide breaks all, and the mightiest mountain eventually bows to the winds, oh prisoner mine.
(Serpentine eyes looked with amusement at the kneeling human. He asked for truth; and so I gave it to him.)
What...what was that?
Eyes that were not mine, yet witnessed; memories beyond the veil, swimming through a vast ocean; each of us a land unto themselves, connected by a singular sea.
I tried to struggle, to get free. My bonds of deathly red would not budge. Where was my Ghost...?
The notion of distance is an illusion, for that which seems far is only separated by effort and will.
(She wished for the power to protect her family from a mere criminal, a simple threat in the grand scheme of creation. Her gift was that of seemingly divine inspiration, and she incited an entire city to revolt. Soon, the whole country devolved into madness; it was the first salvo of what these mere pawns would eventually call the Cataclysm.)
How much will can you bring to bear, oh partner mine?
My Ghost...where is she?
You believe that this little trinket offers a path to true power? A path beyond the embrace of death?
The shell began to crack, and I knew despair.
(He only wanted to be strong enough to protect his sister. Very well; he became Strength Incarnate. Strength that is not used...cannot be called such. So he used it on those that were closest. And so the blood began to flow.)
These visions...!
Why seek to avoid that which awaits us all, when you can instead aim to master it? You seek the empty promises of the Sky...but the waters of the Deep can remove your sorrow.
No...stop...
Remove your sorrow by embracing it.
...Saladin...
Tell me...what would you like to wish for...
The red tide consumed me.
...oh bearer mine?
My Ghost shattered.
~defend enhance eliminate~
11.1, in which a wish is rejected.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
/The Replication Complex, SIVA Facility, the Ironlands/
Zavala had only heard rumors. Myths. Legends. Tales of the wish-granting dragons, their sly words, their cunning methods, and their dark deceit. To think he would be facing one now, centuries after their purported demise...
One could not blame him for feeling a bit unnerved.
xx
Ikora Rey idly observed the serpent, marveling at its dimensions. Four legs, dirty white scales...a body at least forty feet long, currently standing at over twenty feet tall...a fairly thick skull, judging by the shape...and those flaps...are those wings?
She had no clue as to what the combat capabilities of the Ahamkara were. To control SIVA over such a distance, and in such a capacity...it had to have a significant psychic capability.
How interesting.
xx
Aria Yamine stared coolly at the beast, feeling its weight upon the fabric of fate. Observing it, she felt the hunger deep within it, that ravenous abyss that slithered and crawled.
"It is an interloper. A foe. An enemy. Your efforts, your gains...it will look upon them as wasteful, akin to using a fine sword to cut grass. Do not show mercy."
She let the voice filter through, from somewhere within and beyond; it was the voice of sustenance, of life, and purpose. The voice's demands could not, would not, be denied. I understand.
xx
Saladin Forge saw the dragon, and knew it was an Ahamkara; that this would be the Mind that controlled SIVA was...unexpected. And yet it didn't stop his inner fire from smoldering. So...this is the beast that brought down the Iron Lords. THIS is the one responsible.
His fingers tightened around the grip of his auto rifle. The beast would die.
xx
Misato Katsuragi's blood boiled, her eyes narrowed with an old fury that she had not felt in centuries.
(Her father slowly placed the cross around her neck. "Take care, my daughter." Then, he pushed her beyond the threshold, and into the clean room. She looked through the reinforced window, pounding and screaming desperately as he turned to face the wyrm. His left hand held a detonator; with the press of a button, the complex beyond vanished in fire, consuming both human and serpent.)
They...there were extinct...they were supposed to be dead...!
'Wark.'
...yeah. That's right. She had power now. She had the Gift of the Traveler. This son-of-a-bitch is dead!
xx
Shinji Ikari thought he had seen the last of the Ahamkara. Honestly.
The beast was small, compared to the ones he faced throughout the majority of the Great Hunt; however, it was still immense, and its strangely casual demeanor was all too familiar. And those eyes...those yellow eyes gleamed with a familiar intelligence.
'Breathe, Shinji,' cautioned Yui from within.
...inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale...
Then the serpent spoke once more. "Well? I asked a question; will you not answer me?"
Saladin stepped forward, speaking with authority. "We have come to take control of SIVA from you. And given your demonstrated hostility, we have also come to slay you, beast."
"Such violent behavior...and how rude. I do have a title; you may call me Soma. I am the last of the Ahamkara, the lone island that has yet to be swallowed by the sea."
"The last, eh?" Misato cocked her pulse rifle. "Can't imagine how we missed once."
"Your campaign of extermination was thorough, to be sure; hiding here, deep in the comforting dark...I was but a mere child." Swarms of red nanomachines swirled around it. "Under the perfect protection of the red tide, I slept. And I grew. And now, with war visiting my home...there are so many wishes to grant, so much death to gorge on..." Soma looked quietly at each of the six, snorting with amusement. "And you think you have what it takes to end me, oh murderers mine?"
"Your death is a foregone conclusion," murmured Aria.
"Such words of finality; the arrogance of ignorance." The dragon chuckled, lips curling to form a wicked smile. "The powers I answer to are beyond that of your crippled patron; anything you desire can be granted...surely there is at least one of you who have a wish. I will hear it gladly...oh bearers mine."
Misato snarled. "I know exactly what kind of price your damn wishes carry, you piece of-!"
"I have a wish."
The words were quiet. The five Guardians slowly looked at Shinji, whose gaze was fixed firmly upon the dragon. Misato's expression of disbelief was palpable, despite the armor. "...Shinji-kun...?"
"State your wish."
Shinji's right hand slowly flexed, a nervous habit.
His right hand clenched into a fist; glaring into the dragon's eyes, he said, "Only that you were dead." He gripped his scout rifle, taking aim through the scope. "And we don't need your help to make that a reality."
Soma seemed...amused. "Very well then. There will be no terms."
And with those words, the corrupted form of Sepiks Prime opened fire.
Zavala had only heard rumors. Myths. Legends. Tales of the wish-granting dragons, their sly words, their cunning methods, and their dark deceit. To think he would be facing one now, centuries after their purported demise...
One could not blame him for feeling a bit unnerved.
xx
Ikora Rey idly observed the serpent, marveling at its dimensions. Four legs, dirty white scales...a body at least forty feet long, currently standing at over twenty feet tall...a fairly thick skull, judging by the shape...and those flaps...are those wings?
She had no clue as to what the combat capabilities of the Ahamkara were. To control SIVA over such a distance, and in such a capacity...it had to have a significant psychic capability.
How interesting.
xx
Aria Yamine stared coolly at the beast, feeling its weight upon the fabric of fate. Observing it, she felt the hunger deep within it, that ravenous abyss that slithered and crawled.
"It is an interloper. A foe. An enemy. Your efforts, your gains...it will look upon them as wasteful, akin to using a fine sword to cut grass. Do not show mercy."
She let the voice filter through, from somewhere within and beyond; it was the voice of sustenance, of life, and purpose. The voice's demands could not, would not, be denied. I understand.
xx
Saladin Forge saw the dragon, and knew it was an Ahamkara; that this would be the Mind that controlled SIVA was...unexpected. And yet it didn't stop his inner fire from smoldering. So...this is the beast that brought down the Iron Lords. THIS is the one responsible.
His fingers tightened around the grip of his auto rifle. The beast would die.
xx
Misato Katsuragi's blood boiled, her eyes narrowed with an old fury that she had not felt in centuries.
(Her father slowly placed the cross around her neck. "Take care, my daughter." Then, he pushed her beyond the threshold, and into the clean room. She looked through the reinforced window, pounding and screaming desperately as he turned to face the wyrm. His left hand held a detonator; with the press of a button, the complex beyond vanished in fire, consuming both human and serpent.)
They...there were extinct...they were supposed to be dead...!
(She listened stoically to the screams of Shinji as the dragon's talons pierced Unit-01. The rest of the command staff did not see how her knuckles went white, or how her jaw tightened. What she wouldn't give to be able to face the beasts herself!)
'Wark.'
...yeah. That's right. She had power now. She had the Gift of the Traveler. This son-of-a-bitch is dead!
xx
Shinji Ikari thought he had seen the last of the Ahamkara. Honestly.
The beast was small, compared to the ones he faced throughout the majority of the Great Hunt; however, it was still immense, and its strangely casual demeanor was all too familiar. And those eyes...those yellow eyes gleamed with a familiar intelligence.
'Breathe, Shinji,' cautioned Yui from within.
...inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale...
Then the serpent spoke once more. "Well? I asked a question; will you not answer me?"
Saladin stepped forward, speaking with authority. "We have come to take control of SIVA from you. And given your demonstrated hostility, we have also come to slay you, beast."
"Such violent behavior...and how rude. I do have a title; you may call me Soma. I am the last of the Ahamkara, the lone island that has yet to be swallowed by the sea."
"The last, eh?" Misato cocked her pulse rifle. "Can't imagine how we missed once."
"Your campaign of extermination was thorough, to be sure; hiding here, deep in the comforting dark...I was but a mere child." Swarms of red nanomachines swirled around it. "Under the perfect protection of the red tide, I slept. And I grew. And now, with war visiting my home...there are so many wishes to grant, so much death to gorge on..." Soma looked quietly at each of the six, snorting with amusement. "And you think you have what it takes to end me, oh murderers mine?"
"Your death is a foregone conclusion," murmured Aria.
"Such words of finality; the arrogance of ignorance." The dragon chuckled, lips curling to form a wicked smile. "The powers I answer to are beyond that of your crippled patron; anything you desire can be granted...surely there is at least one of you who have a wish. I will hear it gladly...oh bearers mine."
Misato snarled. "I know exactly what kind of price your damn wishes carry, you piece of-!"
"I have a wish."
The words were quiet. The five Guardians slowly looked at Shinji, whose gaze was fixed firmly upon the dragon. Misato's expression of disbelief was palpable, despite the armor. "...Shinji-kun...?"
"State your wish."
Shinji's right hand slowly flexed, a nervous habit.
(The school had been pulverized. The thrall that had once been his friend walked slowly towards him, with eyes shedding anguished tears. Shinji knew that the boy could easily kill him...and yet, there was resistance. With tremendous agony, the thrall bared his neck, even as possessed fists reached to strangle him; it was an invitation, a last request, that of a prisoner pleading for mercy. Shinji grimaced, his body shivering with anxious misery; why did it have to be him? WHY WAS THE BURDEN ALWAYS HIS?! Howling with grief, he took his small pocket knife and jabbed it into his friend's neck.)
His right hand clenched into a fist; glaring into the dragon's eyes, he said, "Only that you were dead." He gripped his scout rifle, taking aim through the scope. "And we don't need your help to make that a reality."
Soma seemed...amused. "Very well then. There will be no terms."
And with those words, the corrupted form of Sepiks Prime opened fire.
Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
In the Emperor's name...let none survive.
11.2, in which Shinji has to intentionally commit friendly fire.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
The six Guardians split apart, dodged the bursts of corrupted ether. Sepiks Corrupted continued firing, driving Saladin's team to hide behind the support beams bordering the central area. The Iron Lord scowled as the radiant projectiles, laced with nanites, smashed around them. "We have to strike the dragon!"
Aria aimed around the corner, firing her sniper rifle at Soma. A cloud of nanomachines effortlessly blocked the bullet. "SIVA is protecting it," observed the young Warlock.
"Then we'll have to negate its protection!" roared Saladin.
"Corrupted Fallen, incoming!" yelled Zavala. Doors opened from further within the Replication Complex; Perfected Ramielim and Spliced Bardielim, firing a storm of lasers and a hail of corrupting goo respectively. Misato, Ikora, and Aria threw fiery grenades at the ground, unleashing flames that burned away at the encroaching goop. Each Guardian aimed with their primary weapons at the possessed Fallen, concentrating their fire to bring down the encroaching enemies.
All the while, the Ahamkara watched them, looking rather bored by the whole affair. "Ants in an hourglass, trapped by time and circumstance; birds that deign to swim, to brave the depths of the Deep..."
"And how about you have a glass of SHUT-THE-HELL-UP?!" roared Misato, firing her Gjallarhorn at the beast. The SIVA swarm surrounding it blocked every single explosive. "Damn it!"
"We have to dispel the SIVA somehow," murmured Saladin. "Or at least disrupt its connection the beast!"
Sepiks Corrupted let loose a synthetic roar; glowing brightly, the Prime Servitor unleashed a large orb of tainted ether, which tracked towards the beam behind which Shinji and Aria were taking cover. Shinji, seeing the incoming orb, quickly backed away from the beam; Aria was too focused on firing on an incoming Perfected Ramielim. "Aria-!"
The orb splashed against the beam, and the nanites erupted in a thick cloud, curling around the pillar and swarming upon Aria. The young Warlock began twitching, her body surging with the ravenous nanomachines. Her gaze turned towards him; her helmet blocked all sight of her face, but he could imagine that her eyes were wide with horror. "Kill me Ikari."
Shinji paled. "But-!"
"Do it now, or I won't survive."
''Shinji. You must.'
But...but...! He didn't want to treat death so casually, or so flippantly. To do so was to devalue their lives...and yet...things were different, weren't they? They really were, weren't they?
Yui was insistent. 'She will turn against us, like the Remnants of the Iron Lords. She will become the dragon's thrall.'
Perhaps that, more than anything else, made the decision for him. I won't let it happen again.
Never again! Shinji's heavy weapon - a teal-and-brown Deacon RS/3 rocket launcher - manifested in his hands. "I'm sorry."
The rocket fired; with a great explosion, the cloud of nanites burst apart, falling limply to the ground. Aria's body, meanwhile, vanished in the flame. As the corpse slowly disintegrated, a flicker of blue Light shot from it; with a brief SHYOOOM, the girl's Ghost manifested. "Stand by," said Megumi.
Suddenly, with a violent eruption, the Ghost vanished in fire; in her place was Aria, wreathed in the flames of the Sunsinger. "You have my gratitude," said Aria, raising her pulse rifle. "And I think I know how we can disperse the SIVA barrier around Soma."
Shinji stared blankly as Aria reclaimed her position behind the beam. "..."
'You should be used to it by now.'
I...I know...but...
'First time you intentionally had to kill someone to save them?'
It was. And now he had some understanding of why other Guardians could be so gung-ho in the Crucible.
Aria aimed around the corner, firing her sniper rifle at Soma. A cloud of nanomachines effortlessly blocked the bullet. "SIVA is protecting it," observed the young Warlock.
"Then we'll have to negate its protection!" roared Saladin.
"Corrupted Fallen, incoming!" yelled Zavala. Doors opened from further within the Replication Complex; Perfected Ramielim and Spliced Bardielim, firing a storm of lasers and a hail of corrupting goo respectively. Misato, Ikora, and Aria threw fiery grenades at the ground, unleashing flames that burned away at the encroaching goop. Each Guardian aimed with their primary weapons at the possessed Fallen, concentrating their fire to bring down the encroaching enemies.
All the while, the Ahamkara watched them, looking rather bored by the whole affair. "Ants in an hourglass, trapped by time and circumstance; birds that deign to swim, to brave the depths of the Deep..."
"And how about you have a glass of SHUT-THE-HELL-UP?!" roared Misato, firing her Gjallarhorn at the beast. The SIVA swarm surrounding it blocked every single explosive. "Damn it!"
"We have to dispel the SIVA somehow," murmured Saladin. "Or at least disrupt its connection the beast!"
Sepiks Corrupted let loose a synthetic roar; glowing brightly, the Prime Servitor unleashed a large orb of tainted ether, which tracked towards the beam behind which Shinji and Aria were taking cover. Shinji, seeing the incoming orb, quickly backed away from the beam; Aria was too focused on firing on an incoming Perfected Ramielim. "Aria-!"
The orb splashed against the beam, and the nanites erupted in a thick cloud, curling around the pillar and swarming upon Aria. The young Warlock began twitching, her body surging with the ravenous nanomachines. Her gaze turned towards him; her helmet blocked all sight of her face, but he could imagine that her eyes were wide with horror. "Kill me Ikari."
Shinji paled. "But-!"
"Do it now, or I won't survive."
''Shinji. You must.'
But...but...! He didn't want to treat death so casually, or so flippantly. To do so was to devalue their lives...and yet...things were different, weren't they? They really were, weren't they?
Yui was insistent. 'She will turn against us, like the Remnants of the Iron Lords. She will become the dragon's thrall.'
Perhaps that, more than anything else, made the decision for him. I won't let it happen again.
(He watched despondently as the thralls advanced, their very footsteps burning the asphalt; whatever their wish had been was irrelevant. And so Unit-01 stoically smashed them its foot, slowly turning to the dragon that watched slyly from atop the skyscraper.)
Never again! Shinji's heavy weapon - a teal-and-brown Deacon RS/3 rocket launcher - manifested in his hands. "I'm sorry."
The rocket fired; with a great explosion, the cloud of nanites burst apart, falling limply to the ground. Aria's body, meanwhile, vanished in the flame. As the corpse slowly disintegrated, a flicker of blue Light shot from it; with a brief SHYOOOM, the girl's Ghost manifested. "Stand by," said Megumi.
Suddenly, with a violent eruption, the Ghost vanished in fire; in her place was Aria, wreathed in the flames of the Sunsinger. "You have my gratitude," said Aria, raising her pulse rifle. "And I think I know how we can disperse the SIVA barrier around Soma."
Shinji stared blankly as Aria reclaimed her position behind the beam. "..."
'You should be used to it by now.'
I...I know...but...
'First time you intentionally had to kill someone to save them?'
It was. And now he had some understanding of why other Guardians could be so gung-ho in the Crucible.
11.3, in which Soma is still a massive jerk.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
As Aria threw multiple Solar Grenades - her fiery Radiance recharging the burning Light in her palms - her voice was transmitted by her Ghost into their helmet's speakers. "The ether of Sepiks Corrupted is interacting unusually with SIVA. The Ahamkara's taint...it has not completely suppressed the Servitor's synthetic Light."
"Are you saying we could use Sepiks' ether against the beast?" asked Zavala, his shotgun firing at the consumed Fallen that managed to make it through Aria's proverbial wall of fiery orbs.
Aria shook her head. "No. We will need...something else. Something purer, to trigger a metaphysical cascade...but the ether could serve...as a conduit."
The other Guardians winced as the corrupted Servitor continued barraging their positions with tainted ether, sending out wild sprays of nanites. Ikora looked meaningfully towards her pupil, firing her scout rifle in an oddly casual manner. "A conduit...for our own Light."
"It is the most plausible means of overruling Soma's control," answered Aria.
Saladin stared at the ground around them, noting the nanomachines that coated the ground like a fine red dust. They seemed...inert, and lifeless, separated from the dragon's close proximity. "SIVA is different...is Sepiks' ether really the deciding factor...?"
"No time like the present to find out!" yelled Misato, slamming her palm into the nanomachines on the floor, letting her Light flow into them.
Shinji briefly paused in his defensive fire - ammunition smashing into a Perfected Ramielim - as a strange pressure flickered from Misato's position. It was hard to describe; a murky sandstorm, dark and foreboding, traced with glowing towers...then, pure starlight filtered through the storm, chasing away the shadows-
In a burst of blue, the inert SIVA beneath Misato flashed, and the Iron Lady became awash in radiant azure Light as the nanites empowered her. "Holy...whoa!" The Hunter laughed nervously, looking somewhat bewildered by the sudden change. "...well, no time like the present! Cover me!" Misato charged around the pillar, storming directly towards the server banks atop which the Ahamkara sat.
Shinji watched her run, going still as the corrupted Fallen began to change course. "They're going for Misato-san!"
"Cover her!" ordered Saladin; the primary weapons of the five Guardians barked and roared, the whole chamber ringing with thunderclaps as the Iron Lady soared towards the great dragon.
The beast's yellow eyes glimmered with amusement. "A quaint flicker of starlight, hiding within the rotten halls of servitude..." Soma's claw flicked condescendingly towards her.
From the mass of red SIVA tendrils behind the Ahamkara, a gleaming red humanoid erupted, slamming into Misato. The Iron Lady shot backwards, a proverbial azure comet that skipped off of the ground.
The dragon hissed as the newcomer landed on the floor, slowing rising to face the Guardians. "...then let slave fight slave, under the gaze of true freedom."
Shinji gulped as the humanoid - the human - rose; the rusted armor and aged clothing was distended and twisted, and the corpse beneath bulged with red tendrils. A large cannon seemed to be growing out of the right arm, and the left hand clenched an ancient Iron Battle Axe. Beneath the helm, the eye sockets blazed with blue. For the briefest of moments, it was like looking at another thrall of the Ahamkara.
Saladin's reaction - a stilted gasp, and tightened knuckles - only solidified that sensation. "Lord Radegast..."
The Remnant of Radegast roared, and opened fire.
"Are you saying we could use Sepiks' ether against the beast?" asked Zavala, his shotgun firing at the consumed Fallen that managed to make it through Aria's proverbial wall of fiery orbs.
Aria shook her head. "No. We will need...something else. Something purer, to trigger a metaphysical cascade...but the ether could serve...as a conduit."
The other Guardians winced as the corrupted Servitor continued barraging their positions with tainted ether, sending out wild sprays of nanites. Ikora looked meaningfully towards her pupil, firing her scout rifle in an oddly casual manner. "A conduit...for our own Light."
"It is the most plausible means of overruling Soma's control," answered Aria.
Saladin stared at the ground around them, noting the nanomachines that coated the ground like a fine red dust. They seemed...inert, and lifeless, separated from the dragon's close proximity. "SIVA is different...is Sepiks' ether really the deciding factor...?"
"No time like the present to find out!" yelled Misato, slamming her palm into the nanomachines on the floor, letting her Light flow into them.
Shinji briefly paused in his defensive fire - ammunition smashing into a Perfected Ramielim - as a strange pressure flickered from Misato's position. It was hard to describe; a murky sandstorm, dark and foreboding, traced with glowing towers...then, pure starlight filtered through the storm, chasing away the shadows-
In a burst of blue, the inert SIVA beneath Misato flashed, and the Iron Lady became awash in radiant azure Light as the nanites empowered her. "Holy...whoa!" The Hunter laughed nervously, looking somewhat bewildered by the sudden change. "...well, no time like the present! Cover me!" Misato charged around the pillar, storming directly towards the server banks atop which the Ahamkara sat.
Shinji watched her run, going still as the corrupted Fallen began to change course. "They're going for Misato-san!"
"Cover her!" ordered Saladin; the primary weapons of the five Guardians barked and roared, the whole chamber ringing with thunderclaps as the Iron Lady soared towards the great dragon.
The beast's yellow eyes glimmered with amusement. "A quaint flicker of starlight, hiding within the rotten halls of servitude..." Soma's claw flicked condescendingly towards her.
From the mass of red SIVA tendrils behind the Ahamkara, a gleaming red humanoid erupted, slamming into Misato. The Iron Lady shot backwards, a proverbial azure comet that skipped off of the ground.
The dragon hissed as the newcomer landed on the floor, slowing rising to face the Guardians. "...then let slave fight slave, under the gaze of true freedom."
Shinji gulped as the humanoid - the human - rose; the rusted armor and aged clothing was distended and twisted, and the corpse beneath bulged with red tendrils. A large cannon seemed to be growing out of the right arm, and the left hand clenched an ancient Iron Battle Axe. Beneath the helm, the eye sockets blazed with blue. For the briefest of moments, it was like looking at another thrall of the Ahamkara.
Saladin's reaction - a stilted gasp, and tightened knuckles - only solidified that sensation. "Lord Radegast..."
The Remnant of Radegast roared, and opened fire.
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Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
So, just to give y'all a brief update, I've been on a writing sabbatical for the duration of Lent. I set aside Sundays as a writing day...but since I've also sworn off video games for Lent as well, that makes the Destiny juices somewhat...slow.
In all likelihood, there won't be another update until after Easter.
/so yeah
//but hey, how about that age of triumph
///how bout' that destiny 2 teaser!
In all likelihood, there won't be another update until after Easter.
/so yeah
//but hey, how about that age of triumph
///how bout' that destiny 2 teaser!
I've read some of your previous Evangelion story, including the final battle. There were references to destiny in that. They were once I didn't know exactly what the race was supposed to be: Taox and the Antimony Throne (Fallen and/ or Awoken/Hive), and SIVA (SIVA or Hive). I knew immediately what the next ones were supposed to be Calus Tu'arc was the Cabal, and the Glass Imperium was the Vex. During the final battle Eva Prime was shown the homeworld of the Glass Imperium, and the description of a large artificial ring around the planet matched with Vex architecture, there were also red lights traveling around in it, (if I remember correctly). It also seems like the organic liquid inside of Vex foot soldiers is might be LCL in that case.
Also, I've only made an account a few days ago, and I have a question. Are we ever going to see Toji, Hikari, and Kensuke as guardians? At all?
Also, I've only made an account a few days ago, and I have a question. Are we ever going to see Toji, Hikari, and Kensuke as guardians? At all?
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Probably not
Toji made a wish to a dragon, went on a rampage and was killed by Shinji, while Kensuke was implied to be among the random civ causalities that happened during the war with the dragons,
So not particular sure whether they would qualify as guardian material
I thought it was Kensuke that made a wish to one of those things and Toji was killed by him. Also that Hikari was a civilian casualty. And from what the flashbacks seem to show, Kensuke was being mind controlled and actually WANTED Shinji to kill him.
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You've got it reversed. Toji was the thrall, Kensuke was killed.
Okay, then. Well you read my first comment on this thread? Those races in Mobile Fighter Evangelion were races from destiny. Can you tell us which is which? And are we going to se Hikari, Toji, and Kensuke as guardians? At all?
11.4, in which Soma is vulnerable.
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In Mobile Fighter Evangelion, the references were as follows:
Taox and the Antimony Throne was meant to be a reference to the race that was on the planet Fundament (namely, the proto-Hive from which the Oryx and his siblings ascended from; their royal house ruled from the seat of the Osmium Throne. Taox was an actual character who tutored Oryx and his siblings before they became Hive gods).
SIVA was, naturally, a reference to the nanoplague SIVA from Rise of Iron. Imagine them as a race of sapient nanites.
The Glass Imperium was actually the name of the empire ruled by Calus Tu'arc, who was its final emperor prior to LILITH unmaking them. Their respective species was the Akbal; it was the Glass Imperium's homeworld that was the site of Eva Prime's battle with ADAM. Thus, Calus Tu'arc and the Glass Imperium were both references to the Cabal. There were no Vex references...that I can recall, at any rate.
SIVA was, naturally, a reference to the nanoplague SIVA from Rise of Iron. Imagine them as a race of sapient nanites.
The Glass Imperium was actually the name of the empire ruled by Calus Tu'arc, who was its final emperor prior to LILITH unmaking them. Their respective species was the Akbal; it was the Glass Imperium's homeworld that was the site of Eva Prime's battle with ADAM. Thus, Calus Tu'arc and the Glass Imperium were both references to the Cabal. There were no Vex references...that I can recall, at any rate.
Also, I'll just say straight up that I currently have no plans for Hikari, Toji, and Kensuke to return beyond flashbacks.
Now...back to it.
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Bursts of Solar energy erupted from the Remnant's cannon, forcing the Guardians to scatter once more. Saladin and Misato kept their attention on their former comrade, whilst the other four focused on distracting the corrupted Fallen that continued their assault. "Can you hear me, Lord Radegast?!" yelled Saladin, a tinge of panicked disbelief in his tone.
The thrall gurgled, charging forward with its Iron Battle Axe.
The Sunbreaker's sigh was audible. "...so it comes to this." In a flash, the Iron Lord manifested his own Axe, and met Radegast's charge head-on. Each and every blow unleashed tongues of flame, scorching the ground beneath their feet. Misato timed her shots with the SUROS PDX-45 pulse rifle well, shooting the Remnant's limbs before it began each swing. A little momentum here and there was enough to turn the tide; soon, Saladin's blows took their toll, and his fiery weapon finally tore through the thrall's guard. With a pained howl, he swung, ripping a smoldering gash in the corpse's torso. "Now, Lady Katsuragi!"
Roaring, Misato leapt above Saladin, lashing out with her knife into the Remnant's face; her blue aura popped with an audible snap, consuming the Remnant utterly; the remains of SIVA that had not been blown away by Saladin's attack suddenly congealed, and the entire thrall dissolved, collapsing into a pulsating blue ball. The Hunter picked the orb up gingerly, eyeing the glowing nanites within. "What the-?"
"Throw it!" yelled Aria, ducking behind a pillar as Sepiks Corrupted bombarded her position. "Target the Prime Servitor!"
The Iron Lady didn't hesitate. With a mighty heave, she lunged forward, launching the pulsating ball at the eye of Sepiks. It burst into searing bolts of Light, crawling across the Prime Servitor's surface with ravenous speed. The corrupted Servitor's synthetic howl echoed throughout the Replication Complex, and the SIVA swirling around it quivered. Then-
FLASH!
A wave of Light burst from the Prime Servitor, flickering through everyone. All of the nanites suddenly collapsed, lifelessly falling to the ground. The corrupted Fallen collapsed, as puppets with cut strings. Soma blinked as its impenetrable shield fell to the ground. "Hmm?"
"NOW! WHILE ITS CONTROL OVER SIVA IS DISRUPTED!" yelled Ikora.
As one, each Guardian withdrew their most powerful ranged weapons and opened fire.
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/on an unrelated note
//I have to give mad props to Catholics of older times
///because I decided to try an older discipline for fasting, that lasts during the Easter Triduum
////60+ hours without eating doesn't seem so bad at first, oddly enough
/////but that final stretch was tough
//////and that's not even the strictest form of it
11.5, in which Soma tries for a party wipe, but misses.
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The beast grimaced, great wings flapping as explosives and high-velocity rounds pelted its scales. "Inquisitive motes of starlight, flaring against the Abyss! Hardy and rambunctious, fools one and all!" The beast's draconic eyes flared, and a concussive wave knocked the six Guardians backwards.
Saladin scowled, slamming the hilt of his Battle Axe into the ground to arrest his retreat. "Do not hesitate! Keep attacking!" His entire body blazed with the fire of the Sun, and the Hammer of Sol went flying.
The Ahamkara's wings kept flapping, narrowly avoiding the heavier ordnance even as primary weapons fire and sniper rounds pelted its armored hide. "The worth of one's existence, the truth of your being! It is defined by how much you can devour!" Sneering, the beast landed back atop its pedestal of servers, eyes flashing with an unnerving glow. "And so I shall feast, and gorge, and consume!" The dragon shimmered with a dark radiance, and the inert SIVA around its body began to quiver.
"Its connection with SIVA has been reestablished," said Aria, lowering her Luna Chiral III sniper rifle. "We must take cover."
"Where?!" demanded Zavala.
The nanites around Soma's body began to swirl, shining a bloody red. "...that I am not sure of."
Ikora's voice suddenly caught their attention. "Quickly! Over here!" The Warlock was typing furiously onto a computer terminal in the wall, beside which were a pair of doors. "These appear to be clean rooms, built by SIVA's creators. Inside!"
The rest of Saladin's team didn't hesitate, piling into the small room; right as the entire Replication Complex began to shine with a deadly red glow, Ikora delved inside, closing the door with a defiant thud. The ward shimmered with a dull shield of yellow-
BOOM.
-that did not last beyond one burst of nanite-enhanced power; the shield flickered and died, and the centuries-old doorway collapsed to the ground.
As the Guardians piled back out, they took note of Soma - once again protected by a cloud of nanomachines - staring intently at Sepiks Corrupted. "...hmm...a defiant slave, unwilling to flee...driven by bloodlust and unnatural fury? Or one who desires a vain death?" The dragon turned its gaze back towards them. "...it matters not."
Shinji blinked. What is it talking about?
"Heh...it knows that without Sepiks, we have no chance of breaking through that field of SIVA...but it looks like Sepiks isn't leaving." Misato, demonstrating uncanny insight, chuckled grimly as she reloaded her pulse rifle. "Thank the Traveler that the Fallen hate us so much!"
"Do not become too confident, Lady Katsuragi," warned Saladin. "Even if Sepiks Prime's will is not fully bound by the Ahamkara...we should not take it for granted that it is an ally."
At his words, the corrupted Prime Servitor howled, and the Fallen thralls - now back under the Ahamkara's control - slowly rose, their bodies surging with nanomachines.
The six split apart as Sepiks opened fire, but there was a weary confidence in their movements. They had a strategy in place; it was now a matter of execution.
At least...that's what they all hoped for.
Saladin scowled, slamming the hilt of his Battle Axe into the ground to arrest his retreat. "Do not hesitate! Keep attacking!" His entire body blazed with the fire of the Sun, and the Hammer of Sol went flying.
The Ahamkara's wings kept flapping, narrowly avoiding the heavier ordnance even as primary weapons fire and sniper rounds pelted its armored hide. "The worth of one's existence, the truth of your being! It is defined by how much you can devour!" Sneering, the beast landed back atop its pedestal of servers, eyes flashing with an unnerving glow. "And so I shall feast, and gorge, and consume!" The dragon shimmered with a dark radiance, and the inert SIVA around its body began to quiver.
"Its connection with SIVA has been reestablished," said Aria, lowering her Luna Chiral III sniper rifle. "We must take cover."
"Where?!" demanded Zavala.
The nanites around Soma's body began to swirl, shining a bloody red. "...that I am not sure of."
Ikora's voice suddenly caught their attention. "Quickly! Over here!" The Warlock was typing furiously onto a computer terminal in the wall, beside which were a pair of doors. "These appear to be clean rooms, built by SIVA's creators. Inside!"
The rest of Saladin's team didn't hesitate, piling into the small room; right as the entire Replication Complex began to shine with a deadly red glow, Ikora delved inside, closing the door with a defiant thud. The ward shimmered with a dull shield of yellow-
BOOM.
-that did not last beyond one burst of nanite-enhanced power; the shield flickered and died, and the centuries-old doorway collapsed to the ground.
As the Guardians piled back out, they took note of Soma - once again protected by a cloud of nanomachines - staring intently at Sepiks Corrupted. "...hmm...a defiant slave, unwilling to flee...driven by bloodlust and unnatural fury? Or one who desires a vain death?" The dragon turned its gaze back towards them. "...it matters not."
Shinji blinked. What is it talking about?
"Heh...it knows that without Sepiks, we have no chance of breaking through that field of SIVA...but it looks like Sepiks isn't leaving." Misato, demonstrating uncanny insight, chuckled grimly as she reloaded her pulse rifle. "Thank the Traveler that the Fallen hate us so much!"
"Do not become too confident, Lady Katsuragi," warned Saladin. "Even if Sepiks Prime's will is not fully bound by the Ahamkara...we should not take it for granted that it is an ally."
At his words, the corrupted Prime Servitor howled, and the Fallen thralls - now back under the Ahamkara's control - slowly rose, their bodies surging with nanomachines.
The six split apart as Sepiks opened fire, but there was a weary confidence in their movements. They had a strategy in place; it was now a matter of execution.
At least...that's what they all hoped for.
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11.6, in which Soma does something that's actually quite heinous.
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The pattern was beginning to repeat. The Fallen thralls were storming against the slaves of the Light, and their corrupted quasi-deity continued to spew the nanomachines everywhere.
Soma watched with a wry grin; its will became paramount, and beckoned him forward.
Flesh moved, and muted spirit wailed. The being once known as Felwinter gurgled, storming outward alongside the Remnant of Lady Skorri. Two of their enemies (no, allies, comrades, FRIENDS!) surged with a blue aura, watching them warily as they approached.
The damned voice of the serpent filtered through his head, driving him to fight and to strike. With great precision, his Axe struck Saladin (you old fool, why are you here?!), cleaving a horrendous wound in the man's torso. His body burned into ash, even as his Ghost emerged in a flash of Light.
(He looked upon the peak that now bore his name; once, his Ghost had been the only one allowed upon this mountain, his domain as a Warlord; now, the heights sang with the sound of many Ghosts, his fellow Lords calling the peak home. It was...peaceful.)
An Awoken Titan - blue skin surging with an even bluer aura - stepped protectively in front of Saladin's Ghost, while Misato Katsuragi (foolish, slovenly woman! You should have known better!) drove him back with three precise Golden Gun shots. As two young Guardians (they're so young, practically whelps) held off the Fallen, his position - and that of Skorri's Remnant - were bombarded by grenades and rockets.
The Remnant of Felwinter gurgled (I want to scream, I want to fight, I want to be free, make it STOP!), dead eyes gleaming with an unholy radiance. The Light behind the Awoken began to coalesce, preparing to take on a familiar shape.
A flash of Light coincided with a wickedly quick tendril of corrupted flesh. As Saladin resurrected, his Ghost was caught; with a triumphant (no) howl, the Remnant of Felwinter slammed the Traveler's emissary into the floor (no!), the SIVA within his corpse inhibiting the Ghost's attempts to flee...and then, up come his Axe. (NO!)
Down came the Axe, and the Ghost was shattered into a dozen pieces.
Saladin's panicked shout - "RICHARD!" - was a soothing balm to the sickening serpent.
(Felwinter quietly floated downward, letting the gentle wind caress him. Step by step...the world was being rebuilt.)
The Remnant of Felwinter idly watched as the corpse of Skorri was slashed repeatedly by a young Hunter, right before the black-skinned Warlock - her body shimmering with blue - slammed a glowing fist through her torso (let me die). A rocket knocked his Axe and cannon aside, allowing the Awoken Titan to approach him (please kill me).
A glowing fist crushed Felwinter's head, and the Remnant began to fade away (Saladin...). His ashes fell upon the broken shell of Richard, and he finally (...forgive me...) ceased to be.
Soma watched with a wry grin; its will became paramount, and beckoned him forward.
Flesh moved, and muted spirit wailed. The being once known as Felwinter gurgled, storming outward alongside the Remnant of Lady Skorri. Two of their enemies (no, allies, comrades, FRIENDS!) surged with a blue aura, watching them warily as they approached.
A repeating pattern eventually forms a shape; yet the Deep churns with the force of an unyielding tide, forming new iterations...
The damned voice of the serpent filtered through his head, driving him to fight and to strike. With great precision, his Axe struck Saladin (you old fool, why are you here?!), cleaving a horrendous wound in the man's torso. His body burned into ash, even as his Ghost emerged in a flash of Light.
(He looked upon the peak that now bore his name; once, his Ghost had been the only one allowed upon this mountain, his domain as a Warlord; now, the heights sang with the sound of many Ghosts, his fellow Lords calling the peak home. It was...peaceful.)
Peace is a delusion, for all of reality is in constant struggle.
An Awoken Titan - blue skin surging with an even bluer aura - stepped protectively in front of Saladin's Ghost, while Misato Katsuragi (foolish, slovenly woman! You should have known better!) drove him back with three precise Golden Gun shots. As two young Guardians (they're so young, practically whelps) held off the Fallen, his position - and that of Skorri's Remnant - were bombarded by grenades and rockets.
Continue your struggle, and perturb the pattern; show something purer, let your end blossom!
The Remnant of Felwinter gurgled (I want to scream, I want to fight, I want to be free, make it STOP!), dead eyes gleaming with an unholy radiance. The Light behind the Awoken began to coalesce, preparing to take on a familiar shape.
A flash of Light coincided with a wickedly quick tendril of corrupted flesh. As Saladin resurrected, his Ghost was caught; with a triumphant (no) howl, the Remnant of Felwinter slammed the Traveler's emissary into the floor (no!), the SIVA within his corpse inhibiting the Ghost's attempts to flee...and then, up come his Axe. (NO!)
An unworthy form, purified with fire and sword...burning away the paltry Light.
Down came the Axe, and the Ghost was shattered into a dozen pieces.
Saladin's panicked shout - "RICHARD!" - was a soothing balm to the sickening serpent.
(Felwinter quietly floated downward, letting the gentle wind caress him. Step by step...the world was being rebuilt.)
The Remnant of Felwinter idly watched as the corpse of Skorri was slashed repeatedly by a young Hunter, right before the black-skinned Warlock - her body shimmering with blue - slammed a glowing fist through her torso (let me die). A rocket knocked his Axe and cannon aside, allowing the Awoken Titan to approach him (please kill me).
This pattern is pleasing...you have done well.
A glowing fist crushed Felwinter's head, and the Remnant began to fade away (Saladin...). His ashes fell upon the broken shell of Richard, and he finally (...forgive me...) ceased to be.