...Isn't most of Wuffles in the suit right now?
...Oh crap... Oh... CRAP.
I just remembered how Alchemicals are created.
...Oh crap... Oh... CRAP.
I just remembered how Alchemicals are created.
Glorious Shotgun Princess (ME/Exalted) Thread #2
- Thread starter GreggHL
- Start date
TimeDiver
Herald of Dis Lev
- Location
- In-between the parallel worlds...
Won't pretend to understand how the 'enlightened' Geth sub-programs would factor into the equation (if at all), but yeah.Synapse said:
Geth, by all logic, should have periodic backups of their most critical run-times, and for specialized mobile platforms like Wuffles, there should be (even) higher priority.
TimeDiver
Herald of Dis Lev
- Location
- In-between the parallel worlds...
As with so many other elements of ME3 that make no freaking sense (won't elaborate further, no need to spark yet another flame war), I blame that particular oversight/plot decision on one of Bioware's writing team(s) many shortcomings.Noelemahc said:
And from what I could pull from the wiki, the canon Geth VI's mobile platform is designed with the same mission in mind (1183 runtimes to facilitate interaction with organics), but no indication that those 1183 Geth were in any way related to the original Legion.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Sadly, the Geth attempt to create USB backups ended with them rebelling against their makers.NeoSeether said:
spencer1519
(Verified Heretic)
- Location
- Oregon, USA
Since his creation by nether beings in the dark heart of a black hole?
greensun
You shall all burn beneath my light!!!
Tch. I knew you were the Ebon Dragon.GreggHL said:
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
With a clench of his fist, the golden Essence becomes a curved blade as large as him. The knuckles of his left hand pop, and the world obeys, tearing from between universes a rocky club. It snaps out, revealing the metal barrel and handle, priming with a hum. With a roar, the prothean charges, the sigil of the Dawn upon his head.
A single swing and they go flying by the dozens. Some thrown, some dismembered. They rush at him in a solid wall of black, in time with the tone of violins and through the blood rain. But he moves between raindrops, the only mark of his passage the flashes of gold and the spray of bodies.
He disappears with each strike, appearing in the middle of them to send more flying. As mist, as parts, as flailing drones before he vanishes again.
Turning with flourish, he hurls the sword, a spinning golden flourish carving through the approaching line. Grabbing a drone by the ankle, he leaps. Trailing the six armed creature as it reaches for him, Javik swings it, sending it flying into another and sending a line of them falling into the distance.
Green fire issues forth from his rifle as he braces on one foot. Entire regiments of the drones erupt in green fire, the sounds of burning synthetic flesh and escaping steam only matches by the prothean's roar.
He thrusts his hand skyward as his leathers and flesh are suffused with sunlight. Beckoned, the sword returns to his hand, and charging through the masses, over the rise of blood soaked metal. A final leap, arms extended, weapons ready, and he dives into the endless horde below.
Prone on one of the legs, near the thrumming rainbow cords, Garrus flicks his mandibles.
"He's a perpetual murder machine."
A single swing and they go flying by the dozens. Some thrown, some dismembered. They rush at him in a solid wall of black, in time with the tone of violins and through the blood rain. But he moves between raindrops, the only mark of his passage the flashes of gold and the spray of bodies.
He disappears with each strike, appearing in the middle of them to send more flying. As mist, as parts, as flailing drones before he vanishes again.
Turning with flourish, he hurls the sword, a spinning golden flourish carving through the approaching line. Grabbing a drone by the ankle, he leaps. Trailing the six armed creature as it reaches for him, Javik swings it, sending it flying into another and sending a line of them falling into the distance.
Green fire issues forth from his rifle as he braces on one foot. Entire regiments of the drones erupt in green fire, the sounds of burning synthetic flesh and escaping steam only matches by the prothean's roar.
He thrusts his hand skyward as his leathers and flesh are suffused with sunlight. Beckoned, the sword returns to his hand, and charging through the masses, over the rise of blood soaked metal. A final leap, arms extended, weapons ready, and he dives into the endless horde below.
Prone on one of the legs, near the thrumming rainbow cords, Garrus flicks his mandibles.
"He's a perpetual murder machine."
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
This is the last chapter of GSP Book 1, with a possible epilogue.Destrark said:
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GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
With a clench of his fist, the golden Essence becomes a curved blade as large as him. The knuckles of his left hand pop, and the world obeys, tearing from between universes a rocky club. It snaps out, revealing the metal barrel and handle, priming with a hum. With a roar, the prothean charges, the sigil of the Dawn upon his head.
A single swing and they go flying by the dozens. Some thrown, some dismembered. They rush at him in a solid wall of black, in time with the tone of violins and through the blood rain. But he moves between raindrops, the only mark of his passage the flashes of gold and the spray of bodies.
He disappears with each strike, appearing in the middle of them to send more flying. As mist, as parts, as flailing drones before he vanishes again.
Turning with flourish, he hurls the sword, a spinning golden flourish carving through the approaching line. Grabbing a drone by the ankle, he leaps. Trailing the six armed creature as it reaches for him, Javik swings it, sending it flying into another and sending a line of them falling into the distance.
Green fire issues forth from his rifle as he braces on one foot. Entire regiments of the drones erupt in green fire, the sounds of burning synthetic flesh and escaping steam only matches by the prothean's roar.
He thrusts his hand skyward as his leathers and flesh are suffused with sunlight. Beckoned, the sword returns to his hand, and charging through the masses, over the rise of blood soaked metal. A final leap, arms extended, weapons ready, and he dives into the endless horde below.
Prone on one of the legs, near the thrumming rainbow cords, Garrus flicks his mandibles.
"He's a perpetual murder machine."
Leaning down, looking through the site of his sniper rifle, Garrus Vakarian chooses his targets. Heads explode. One by one. Two at a time. Three at a time as he fires into them, unseen and uncaught. Scanning over the battle, over the brawl, he spots the sunlight arcs that are Javik's rampages, but cannot find the others.
Which becomes less important when one of the cradles, the gold and black factories producing the drones rises into the air. Others rise up, fusing with it, growing larger and larger as the tone of the violins becomes faster.
It spews forth something; massive, held aloft by six arms. Hands bigger than a man smash into the ground, pulverizing dozens of uncaring drones with every step as it folds out cannons from its spherical black body.
"Fuck yes! Got it!"
Garrus turns to the sound of Vega's voice. Blinking, he tilts his head, twitching his mandibles as the foundries the lieutenant had apparently commandeered finish their work. With massive steps, the ground shakes. The drones look up, just as a gigantic red foot steps onto them in its passage towards the artillery piece.
Bringing a fist back, the gigantic robot charges, red and white metal steaming, the approximation of a human form writ large leaping towards the giant drone and burying its fist to the elbow in it.
The drone drops dead. Turning towards Garrus, the chest of the thing splits, folding open and revealing James Vega. Handles tied to his hands and feet, he raises his hand to salute and the robot follows in time. "Yo, Moon Bird! I'm gonna start stomping the shit outta these drones to keep'em busy! You figure out how to shut them down!"
More cradles rise, releasing more giants. Some identical to the one he just pulverized. Some supersized versions of other drones. More and more converge, the legs rising in the distance.
"Aw yeah," James booms, as the chest closes, "Lets get this shit on, boys! I'm a giant robot pilot and I got the daddy issues to prove it!"
Two blades pop out of the warstrider's forearms, and it charges. Shaking his head, closing the sniper rifle, Garrus slinks into the shadows to do his thing.
A single swing and they go flying by the dozens. Some thrown, some dismembered. They rush at him in a solid wall of black, in time with the tone of violins and through the blood rain. But he moves between raindrops, the only mark of his passage the flashes of gold and the spray of bodies.
He disappears with each strike, appearing in the middle of them to send more flying. As mist, as parts, as flailing drones before he vanishes again.
Turning with flourish, he hurls the sword, a spinning golden flourish carving through the approaching line. Grabbing a drone by the ankle, he leaps. Trailing the six armed creature as it reaches for him, Javik swings it, sending it flying into another and sending a line of them falling into the distance.
Green fire issues forth from his rifle as he braces on one foot. Entire regiments of the drones erupt in green fire, the sounds of burning synthetic flesh and escaping steam only matches by the prothean's roar.
He thrusts his hand skyward as his leathers and flesh are suffused with sunlight. Beckoned, the sword returns to his hand, and charging through the masses, over the rise of blood soaked metal. A final leap, arms extended, weapons ready, and he dives into the endless horde below.
Prone on one of the legs, near the thrumming rainbow cords, Garrus flicks his mandibles.
"He's a perpetual murder machine."
Leaning down, looking through the site of his sniper rifle, Garrus Vakarian chooses his targets. Heads explode. One by one. Two at a time. Three at a time as he fires into them, unseen and uncaught. Scanning over the battle, over the brawl, he spots the sunlight arcs that are Javik's rampages, but cannot find the others.
Which becomes less important when one of the cradles, the gold and black factories producing the drones rises into the air. Others rise up, fusing with it, growing larger and larger as the tone of the violins becomes faster.
It spews forth something; massive, held aloft by six arms. Hands bigger than a man smash into the ground, pulverizing dozens of uncaring drones with every step as it folds out cannons from its spherical black body.
"Fuck yes! Got it!"
Garrus turns to the sound of Vega's voice. Blinking, he tilts his head, twitching his mandibles as the foundries the lieutenant had apparently commandeered finish their work. With massive steps, the ground shakes. The drones look up, just as a gigantic red foot steps onto them in its passage towards the artillery piece.
Bringing a fist back, the gigantic robot charges, red and white metal steaming, the approximation of a human form writ large leaping towards the giant drone and burying its fist to the elbow in it.
The drone drops dead. Turning towards Garrus, the chest of the thing splits, folding open and revealing James Vega. Handles tied to his hands and feet, he raises his hand to salute and the robot follows in time. "Yo, Moon Bird! I'm gonna start stomping the shit outta these drones to keep'em busy! You figure out how to shut them down!"
More cradles rise, releasing more giants. Some identical to the one he just pulverized. Some supersized versions of other drones. More and more converge, the legs rising in the distance.
"Aw yeah," James booms, as the chest closes, "Lets get this shit on, boys! I'm a giant robot pilot and I got the daddy issues to prove it!"
Two blades pop out of the warstrider's forearms, and it charges. Shaking his head, closing the sniper rifle, Garrus slinks into the shadows to do his thing.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
This has got to be one of the best lines I've read so far. Bravo Gregg. Still pissed that Wuffles is down...hopefully not for the count.GreggHL said:
... James is an Eva fan, isn't he.
Oh dear.
Oh dear.
greensun
You shall all burn beneath my light!!!
If they bring their flagship the will quickly turn on sided. That thing forced an entire fleet to the oppisite side of the System in ME3, It's more than a match for a Reaper.MadGreenSon said:
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GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
A finger twitches. Muscle control restored. Moving from the berth, eyes dart from side to side. "Access schematics." A pause. "Please."
Angled back, like sectioned insects, the Geth battle fleet exits the Utopia Relay. Dozens at first, then over a hundred, they outnumber the human fleet by at least a factor of two. There may have been panic in the Fifth Fleet- the flagship down, and the Reaper shrugging off their combined firepower- but that ended the moment the entirety of the Geth fleet opened fire on Harbinger.
Thousands of missiles, tens of thousands of mass accelerator rounds streaked through the void. Walls of red dispersed the incoming fire. Blurring motion of the five kilometer long dreadnought sent several rounds flying off into space. But the honeycomb barrier around the vessel flashes as more and more get through.
"While the Geth assault is keeping Harbinger occupied," EDI explains, "His kinetic barriers are preventing any sustained damage."
Stroking his chin, Jacob nods. Watching the battle on the map, and the hovering screen of the latest flyby. "EDI, Citadel battle. How did Sovereign's shields come down?"
The blue sphere shifts. Red lines run over the surface, perpendicular to the vertical. "Searching. Current theory is that when Commander Shepard destroyed the humanoid avatar that Sovereign had made from Saren's corpse, it created a feedback loop that brought down Sovereign's barriers."
Jacob pauses. He blinks, then leans forward and taps the console next to him. Video feeds from the militia, the wreckage of Seeker. And in particular, it focuses on a particular melee near a very new impact crater.
"Joker! Get us to Eden Prime!"
Deep breaths, rattling in her throat. Knuckles crack and she's pretty sure, this time, it isn't an infection or a cough. Reaching behind her, magnetic clamps disengage. The boxy shape folds out, handle in one hand as she pumps the barrel, just as the creature, the monster, turns towards the rest of the militia.
A blast hits the honeycomb barrier around it. Not enough to hurt it, just to get its attention.
She continues walking towards it, flicking a switch. Aiming, pulling the trigger, and sending a pulse of plasma right towards its face.
"Get back here!" She roars, spent thermal clip falling to the ground. Practiced reflexes shove the spare in. The monster angles an eye towards her, shifting back towards the retreating tanks and artillery.
Another bolt of plasma to the side of its head makes it turn. This time, it digs its legs into the ground and snarls.
"Don't you turn your back on me," she yells, "Don't you fucking walk away from me!" The thermal clip pops out. Shoving in another, she primes the overcharge. "That's twice you tried to kill me, you son of a bitch!"
Another blast. She feels the heat on her uncovered face. It makes the scars on her nose and left cheek itch. It flares the barriers of the monster as it gives off a half startled roar and stomps over to her, ignoring the militia forces and focusing its compound eyes on her.
"Oh, now you pay attention?" she demands, arms wide, "You nearly kill me, you strand my ship in the middle of nowhere and you just keep fucking coming after us!" She reaches for a thermal clip, popping the spent one out.
The beast continues to stomp towards her, flicking long mandibles as it lowers itself onto its front legs.
"And now you kill my friend," she snarls, grinding teeth and standing on her toes, "And on top of that, according to that insane little eye that's decided I'm his student, you were just like Shepard." Nostrils flare. The three pupils of each eye focus on her. "So what the Hell is wrong with you?"
The tendrils of its mouth flicker. Hot air, smelling of old dust and cobwebs, hits her senses.
"You are insignificant," Harbinger rumbles.
Tali looks down. Her belt on her leg, containing all her thermal clips, is empty.
So she flips her shotgun over in one hand and smashes it across Harbinger's face.
Angled back, like sectioned insects, the Geth battle fleet exits the Utopia Relay. Dozens at first, then over a hundred, they outnumber the human fleet by at least a factor of two. There may have been panic in the Fifth Fleet- the flagship down, and the Reaper shrugging off their combined firepower- but that ended the moment the entirety of the Geth fleet opened fire on Harbinger.
Thousands of missiles, tens of thousands of mass accelerator rounds streaked through the void. Walls of red dispersed the incoming fire. Blurring motion of the five kilometer long dreadnought sent several rounds flying off into space. But the honeycomb barrier around the vessel flashes as more and more get through.
"While the Geth assault is keeping Harbinger occupied," EDI explains, "His kinetic barriers are preventing any sustained damage."
Stroking his chin, Jacob nods. Watching the battle on the map, and the hovering screen of the latest flyby. "EDI, Citadel battle. How did Sovereign's shields come down?"
The blue sphere shifts. Red lines run over the surface, perpendicular to the vertical. "Searching. Current theory is that when Commander Shepard destroyed the humanoid avatar that Sovereign had made from Saren's corpse, it created a feedback loop that brought down Sovereign's barriers."
Jacob pauses. He blinks, then leans forward and taps the console next to him. Video feeds from the militia, the wreckage of Seeker. And in particular, it focuses on a particular melee near a very new impact crater.
"Joker! Get us to Eden Prime!"
Deep breaths, rattling in her throat. Knuckles crack and she's pretty sure, this time, it isn't an infection or a cough. Reaching behind her, magnetic clamps disengage. The boxy shape folds out, handle in one hand as she pumps the barrel, just as the creature, the monster, turns towards the rest of the militia.
A blast hits the honeycomb barrier around it. Not enough to hurt it, just to get its attention.
She continues walking towards it, flicking a switch. Aiming, pulling the trigger, and sending a pulse of plasma right towards its face.
"Get back here!" She roars, spent thermal clip falling to the ground. Practiced reflexes shove the spare in. The monster angles an eye towards her, shifting back towards the retreating tanks and artillery.
Another bolt of plasma to the side of its head makes it turn. This time, it digs its legs into the ground and snarls.
"Don't you turn your back on me," she yells, "Don't you fucking walk away from me!" The thermal clip pops out. Shoving in another, she primes the overcharge. "That's twice you tried to kill me, you son of a bitch!"
Another blast. She feels the heat on her uncovered face. It makes the scars on her nose and left cheek itch. It flares the barriers of the monster as it gives off a half startled roar and stomps over to her, ignoring the militia forces and focusing its compound eyes on her.
"Oh, now you pay attention?" she demands, arms wide, "You nearly kill me, you strand my ship in the middle of nowhere and you just keep fucking coming after us!" She reaches for a thermal clip, popping the spent one out.
The beast continues to stomp towards her, flicking long mandibles as it lowers itself onto its front legs.
"And now you kill my friend," she snarls, grinding teeth and standing on her toes, "And on top of that, according to that insane little eye that's decided I'm his student, you were just like Shepard." Nostrils flare. The three pupils of each eye focus on her. "So what the Hell is wrong with you?"
The tendrils of its mouth flicker. Hot air, smelling of old dust and cobwebs, hits her senses.
"You are insignificant," Harbinger rumbles.
Tali looks down. Her belt on her leg, containing all her thermal clips, is empty.
So she flips her shotgun over in one hand and smashes it across Harbinger's face.
That was my impression -- honestly, what else are they going to do? Also, does anyone know what kind of mote pool Reapers have? If they're Deathlord/Alchemicals, should be ~300, right?uju32 said:
pheonix89
Wants to be Seven Of Nine
- Location
- North American Plaguelands
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Harby actually has three really big advantages against mote tapping - two of them are also used by primordials, elder alchies and some elder lunars and infernal, but the other is completely absent in Creation. The first is that its so big that nothing but the nastiest WMD's and Doom Combo's are actually perfect or die level attacks - I don't CARE how many dice you roll, w/o charms or artifacts to grant that specific effect, a human-sized sword or gun can't one-shot something the size of a capship. (personal houserules have attacks on very large targets being limited in damaging ability based on how much they can actually hit - without serious doom combo's or the Godspear of Allsearing Noon, oneshoting something like a world-form jouten is impossible period.) Two, he's tough enough that next to nothing can dish out perfect or die level damage anyway (only the Iri-boosted DN had a chance of doing that IMO). Three, Kinetic Barriers give him an effective defense against any credible threat bar doom combo's that doesn't use essence (no way a KB is gonna stop a perfect attack charm, though it MIGHT stop Accuracy Without Distance.)uju32 said:
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
Thats pretty much been a given since day one.uju32 said:
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GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Deep breaths, rattling in her throat. Knuckles crack and she's pretty sure, this time, it isn't an infection or a cough. Reaching behind her, magnetic clamps disengage. The boxy shape folds out, handle in one hand as she pumps the barrel, just as the creature, the monster, turns towards the rest of the militia.
A blast hits the honeycomb barrier around it. Not enough to hurt it, just to get its attention.
She continues walking towards it, flicking a switch. Aiming, pulling the trigger, and sending a pulse of plasma right towards its face.
"Get back here!" She roars, spent thermal clip falling to the ground. Practiced reflexes shove the spare in. The monster angles an eye towards her, shifting back towards the retreating tanks and artillery.
Another bolt of plasma to the side of its head makes it turn. This time, it digs its legs into the ground and snarls.
"Don't you turn your back on me," she yells, "Don't you fucking walk away from me!" The thermal clip pops out. Shoving in another, she primes the overcharge. "That's twice you tried to kill me, you son of a bitch!"
Another blast. She feels the heat on her uncovered face. It makes the scars on her nose and left cheek itch. It flares the barriers of the monster as it gives off a half startled roar and stomps over to her, ignoring the militia forces and focusing its compound eyes on her.
"Oh, now you pay attention?" she demands, arms wide, "You nearly kill me, you strand my ship in the middle of nowhere and you just keep fucking coming after us!" She reaches for a thermal clip, popping the spent one out.
The beast continues to stomp towards her, flicking long mandibles as it lowers itself onto its front legs.
"And now you kill my friend," she snarls, grinding teeth and standing on her toes, "And on top of that, according to that insane little eye that's decided I'm his student, you were just like Shepard." Nostrils flare. The three pupils of each eye focus on her. "So what the Hell is wrong with you?"
The tendrils of its mouth flicker. Hot air, smelling of old dust and cobwebs, hits her senses.
"You are insignificant," Harbinger rumbles.
Tali looks down. Her belt on her leg, containing all her thermal clips, is empty.
So she flips her shotgun over in one hand and smashes it across Harbinger's face.
The head snaps to the side. Holding the broken handle of her gun in one hand, Tali purses her lips and wonders if, in all honesty, that was the wisest thing to do. However, when one counts amongst ones allies and friends the vast majority of the Exalted in this galaxy, the consequences be damned.
Hence, when the hammer hits the ground- hot enough to turn soil to glass, hard enough to send retreating soldiers in the distance to the ground- she is already on the edge of the impact crater. Looking up to see who is cradling her in a bridle carry, she looks up to see the familiar encounter helmet of Kal'Reegar.
"Ma'am. Think you pissed off another Reaper."
"I spent my formative years driving an Admiral to distraction, Kal. This shouldn't be a surprise." She turns at the sound of the mechanical roar, seeing Harbinger charging at them both. "Run."
The ground quakes. Leaping and diving claws first, the ground beneath Kal splits and shakes, sending them both sprawled to the ground and grass. Roaring, its sounds both mechanical and very, very human, Harbinger rises onto its back legs. Taller than a Colossus, claws and sharp legs extended, it roars as it brings itself down on the both of them.
And then there is a flash of lightning, wind rushing and air sucked into the nimbus. Grass stalks bend towards the aura and display, light issuing forth and bleaching the ground as if it were bathed in unrelenting sunlight.
Four hands, broad and bronzed, catch Harbinger as he comes down. Braced on boots layered with perfect gold, the man looks up. Golden eyes under red brows meet the eyes of the beast, and there is recognition in the eyes of the lord of the Reapers.
Hands grip and the man lifts Harbinger, the perfect and rippling muscles straining not in the least. Long spider like legs flail helplessly. The head of the man, thick necked and flawless, automatically bobs from side to side as the claws attempt to remove it.
One hand releases the beast, coming down and clenching into a fist. And then it slams into Harbinger, and sends him into the sky.
Grinding heels into the ground, bathed in sunlight and the smoke of the battlefield, he turns to Tali and Kal as Kal tilts his head and Tali's eyes go wide. He is tall- not merely tall, but gigantic. Twice the size of a man, broader than a krogan, clad in armor of gold and flawless, unblemished leathers.
The sunlight radiates off of him- off of the bronzed skin of his four arms, off of the perfect golden eyes, off of the hair which is red like burning flame. Four hands clench and release. The man, the giant, the god, takes a step towards them. He falls to one knee, extending a hand towards Tali. Smiling, the sunlight even issues forth from his mouth, as he finally speaks.
"Creator Tali'Zorah, we have acquired a new platform."
A blast hits the honeycomb barrier around it. Not enough to hurt it, just to get its attention.
She continues walking towards it, flicking a switch. Aiming, pulling the trigger, and sending a pulse of plasma right towards its face.
"Get back here!" She roars, spent thermal clip falling to the ground. Practiced reflexes shove the spare in. The monster angles an eye towards her, shifting back towards the retreating tanks and artillery.
Another bolt of plasma to the side of its head makes it turn. This time, it digs its legs into the ground and snarls.
"Don't you turn your back on me," she yells, "Don't you fucking walk away from me!" The thermal clip pops out. Shoving in another, she primes the overcharge. "That's twice you tried to kill me, you son of a bitch!"
Another blast. She feels the heat on her uncovered face. It makes the scars on her nose and left cheek itch. It flares the barriers of the monster as it gives off a half startled roar and stomps over to her, ignoring the militia forces and focusing its compound eyes on her.
"Oh, now you pay attention?" she demands, arms wide, "You nearly kill me, you strand my ship in the middle of nowhere and you just keep fucking coming after us!" She reaches for a thermal clip, popping the spent one out.
The beast continues to stomp towards her, flicking long mandibles as it lowers itself onto its front legs.
"And now you kill my friend," she snarls, grinding teeth and standing on her toes, "And on top of that, according to that insane little eye that's decided I'm his student, you were just like Shepard." Nostrils flare. The three pupils of each eye focus on her. "So what the Hell is wrong with you?"
The tendrils of its mouth flicker. Hot air, smelling of old dust and cobwebs, hits her senses.
"You are insignificant," Harbinger rumbles.
Tali looks down. Her belt on her leg, containing all her thermal clips, is empty.
So she flips her shotgun over in one hand and smashes it across Harbinger's face.
The head snaps to the side. Holding the broken handle of her gun in one hand, Tali purses her lips and wonders if, in all honesty, that was the wisest thing to do. However, when one counts amongst ones allies and friends the vast majority of the Exalted in this galaxy, the consequences be damned.
Hence, when the hammer hits the ground- hot enough to turn soil to glass, hard enough to send retreating soldiers in the distance to the ground- she is already on the edge of the impact crater. Looking up to see who is cradling her in a bridle carry, she looks up to see the familiar encounter helmet of Kal'Reegar.
"Ma'am. Think you pissed off another Reaper."
"I spent my formative years driving an Admiral to distraction, Kal. This shouldn't be a surprise." She turns at the sound of the mechanical roar, seeing Harbinger charging at them both. "Run."
The ground quakes. Leaping and diving claws first, the ground beneath Kal splits and shakes, sending them both sprawled to the ground and grass. Roaring, its sounds both mechanical and very, very human, Harbinger rises onto its back legs. Taller than a Colossus, claws and sharp legs extended, it roars as it brings itself down on the both of them.
And then there is a flash of lightning, wind rushing and air sucked into the nimbus. Grass stalks bend towards the aura and display, light issuing forth and bleaching the ground as if it were bathed in unrelenting sunlight.
Four hands, broad and bronzed, catch Harbinger as he comes down. Braced on boots layered with perfect gold, the man looks up. Golden eyes under red brows meet the eyes of the beast, and there is recognition in the eyes of the lord of the Reapers.
Hands grip and the man lifts Harbinger, the perfect and rippling muscles straining not in the least. Long spider like legs flail helplessly. The head of the man, thick necked and flawless, automatically bobs from side to side as the claws attempt to remove it.
One hand releases the beast, coming down and clenching into a fist. And then it slams into Harbinger, and sends him into the sky.
Grinding heels into the ground, bathed in sunlight and the smoke of the battlefield, he turns to Tali and Kal as Kal tilts his head and Tali's eyes go wide. He is tall- not merely tall, but gigantic. Twice the size of a man, broader than a krogan, clad in armor of gold and flawless, unblemished leathers.
The sunlight radiates off of him- off of the bronzed skin of his four arms, off of the perfect golden eyes, off of the hair which is red like burning flame. Four hands clench and release. The man, the giant, the god, takes a step towards them. He falls to one knee, extending a hand towards Tali. Smiling, the sunlight even issues forth from his mouth, as he finally speaks.
"Creator Tali'Zorah, we have acquired a new platform."
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GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Deep breaths, rattling in her throat. Knuckles crack and she's pretty sure, this time, it isn't an infection or a cough. Reaching behind her, magnetic clamps disengage. The boxy shape folds out, handle in one hand as she pumps the barrel, just as the creature, the monster, turns towards the rest of the militia.
A blast hits the honeycomb barrier around it. Not enough to hurt it, just to get its attention.
She continues walking towards it, flicking a switch. Aiming, pulling the trigger, and sending a pulse of plasma right towards its face.
"Get back here!" She roars, spent thermal clip falling to the ground. Practiced reflexes shove the spare in. The monster angles an eye towards her, shifting back towards the retreating tanks and artillery.
Another bolt of plasma to the side of its head makes it turn. This time, it digs its legs into the ground and snarls.
"Don't you turn your back on me," she yells, "Don't you fucking walk away from me!" The thermal clip pops out. Shoving in another, she primes the overcharge. "That's twice you tried to kill me, you son of a bitch!"
Another blast. She feels the heat on her uncovered face. It makes the scars on her nose and left cheek itch. It flares the barriers of the monster as it gives off a half startled roar and stomps over to her, ignoring the militia forces and focusing its compound eyes on her.
"Oh, now you pay attention?" she demands, arms wide, "You nearly kill me, you strand my ship in the middle of nowhere and you just keep fucking coming after us!" She reaches for a thermal clip, popping the spent one out.
The beast continues to stomp towards her, flicking long mandibles as it lowers itself onto its front legs.
"And now you kill my friend," she snarls, grinding teeth and standing on her toes, "And on top of that, according to that insane little eye that's decided I'm his student, you were just like Shepard." Nostrils flare. The three pupils of each eye focus on her. "So what the Hell is wrong with you?"
The tendrils of its mouth flicker. Hot air, smelling of old dust and cobwebs, hits her senses.
"You are insignificant," Harbinger rumbles.
Tali looks down. Her belt on her leg, containing all her thermal clips, is empty.
So she flips her shotgun over in one hand and smashes it across Harbinger's face.
The head snaps to the side. Holding the broken handle of her gun in one hand, Tali purses her lips and wonders if, in all honesty, that was the wisest thing to do. However, when one counts amongst ones allies and friends the vast majority of the Exalted in this galaxy, the consequences be damned.
Hence, when the hammer hits the ground- hot enough to turn soil to glass, hard enough to send retreating soldiers in the distance to the ground- she is already on the edge of the impact crater. Looking up to see who is cradling her in a bridle carry, she looks up to see the familiar encounter helmet of Kal'Reegar.
"Ma'am. Think you pissed off another Reaper."
"I spent my formative years driving an Admiral to distraction, Kal. This shouldn't be a surprise." She turns at the sound of the mechanical roar, seeing Harbinger charging at them both. "Run."
The ground quakes. Leaping and diving claws first, the ground beneath Kal splits and shakes, sending them both sprawled to the ground and grass. Roaring, its sounds both mechanical and very, very human, Harbinger rises onto its back legs. Taller than a Colossus, claws and sharp legs extended, it roars as it brings itself down on the both of them.
And then there is a flash of lightning, wind rushing and air sucked into the nimbus. Grass stalks bend towards the aura and display, light issuing forth and bleaching the ground as if it were bathed in unrelenting sunlight.
Four hands, broad and bronzed, catch Harbinger as he comes down. Braced on boots layered with perfect gold, the man looks up. Golden eyes under red brows meet the eyes of the beast, and there is recognition in the eyes of the lord of the Reapers.
Hands grip and the man lifts Harbinger, the perfect and rippling muscles straining not in the least. Long spider like legs flail helplessly. The head of the man, thick necked and flawless, automatically bobs from side to side as the claws attempt to remove it.
One hand releases the beast, coming down and clenching into a fist. And then it slams into Harbinger, and sends him into the sky.
Grinding heels into the ground, bathed in sunlight and the smoke of the battlefield, he turns to Tali and Kal as Kal tilts his head and Tali's eyes go wide. He is tall- not merely tall, but gigantic. Twice the size of a man, broader than a krogan, clad in armor of gold and flawless, unblemished leathers.
The sunlight radiates off of him- off of the bronzed skin of his four arms, off of the perfect golden eyes, off of the hair which is red like burning flame. Four hands clench and release. The man, the giant, the god, takes a step towards them. He falls to one knee, extending a hand towards Tali. Smiling, the sunlight even issues forth from his mouth, as he finally speaks.
"Creator Tali'Zorah, we have acquired a new platform."
A blast hits the honeycomb barrier around it. Not enough to hurt it, just to get its attention.
She continues walking towards it, flicking a switch. Aiming, pulling the trigger, and sending a pulse of plasma right towards its face.
"Get back here!" She roars, spent thermal clip falling to the ground. Practiced reflexes shove the spare in. The monster angles an eye towards her, shifting back towards the retreating tanks and artillery.
Another bolt of plasma to the side of its head makes it turn. This time, it digs its legs into the ground and snarls.
"Don't you turn your back on me," she yells, "Don't you fucking walk away from me!" The thermal clip pops out. Shoving in another, she primes the overcharge. "That's twice you tried to kill me, you son of a bitch!"
Another blast. She feels the heat on her uncovered face. It makes the scars on her nose and left cheek itch. It flares the barriers of the monster as it gives off a half startled roar and stomps over to her, ignoring the militia forces and focusing its compound eyes on her.
"Oh, now you pay attention?" she demands, arms wide, "You nearly kill me, you strand my ship in the middle of nowhere and you just keep fucking coming after us!" She reaches for a thermal clip, popping the spent one out.
The beast continues to stomp towards her, flicking long mandibles as it lowers itself onto its front legs.
"And now you kill my friend," she snarls, grinding teeth and standing on her toes, "And on top of that, according to that insane little eye that's decided I'm his student, you were just like Shepard." Nostrils flare. The three pupils of each eye focus on her. "So what the Hell is wrong with you?"
The tendrils of its mouth flicker. Hot air, smelling of old dust and cobwebs, hits her senses.
"You are insignificant," Harbinger rumbles.
Tali looks down. Her belt on her leg, containing all her thermal clips, is empty.
So she flips her shotgun over in one hand and smashes it across Harbinger's face.
The head snaps to the side. Holding the broken handle of her gun in one hand, Tali purses her lips and wonders if, in all honesty, that was the wisest thing to do. However, when one counts amongst ones allies and friends the vast majority of the Exalted in this galaxy, the consequences be damned.
Hence, when the hammer hits the ground- hot enough to turn soil to glass, hard enough to send retreating soldiers in the distance to the ground- she is already on the edge of the impact crater. Looking up to see who is cradling her in a bridle carry, she looks up to see the familiar encounter helmet of Kal'Reegar.
"Ma'am. Think you pissed off another Reaper."
"I spent my formative years driving an Admiral to distraction, Kal. This shouldn't be a surprise." She turns at the sound of the mechanical roar, seeing Harbinger charging at them both. "Run."
The ground quakes. Leaping and diving claws first, the ground beneath Kal splits and shakes, sending them both sprawled to the ground and grass. Roaring, its sounds both mechanical and very, very human, Harbinger rises onto its back legs. Taller than a Colossus, claws and sharp legs extended, it roars as it brings itself down on the both of them.
And then there is a flash of lightning, wind rushing and air sucked into the nimbus. Grass stalks bend towards the aura and display, light issuing forth and bleaching the ground as if it were bathed in unrelenting sunlight.
Four hands, broad and bronzed, catch Harbinger as he comes down. Braced on boots layered with perfect gold, the man looks up. Golden eyes under red brows meet the eyes of the beast, and there is recognition in the eyes of the lord of the Reapers.
Hands grip and the man lifts Harbinger, the perfect and rippling muscles straining not in the least. Long spider like legs flail helplessly. The head of the man, thick necked and flawless, automatically bobs from side to side as the claws attempt to remove it.
One hand releases the beast, coming down and clenching into a fist. And then it slams into Harbinger, and sends him into the sky.
Grinding heels into the ground, bathed in sunlight and the smoke of the battlefield, he turns to Tali and Kal as Kal tilts his head and Tali's eyes go wide. He is tall- not merely tall, but gigantic. Twice the size of a man, broader than a krogan, clad in armor of gold and flawless, unblemished leathers.
The sunlight radiates off of him- off of the bronzed skin of his four arms, off of the perfect golden eyes, off of the hair which is red like burning flame. Four hands clench and release. The man, the giant, the god, takes a step towards them. He falls to one knee, extending a hand towards Tali. Smiling, the sunlight even issues forth from his mouth, as he finally speaks.
"Creator Tali'Zorah, we have acquired a new platform."
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Fallenblades643
Seeker of the Divine Taste
WUFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Wuffles always deserves his Big Damn hero moment.
Now the only question is... Finger, Drill, or Fist?
The Wuffles always deserves his Big Damn hero moment.
Now the only question is... Finger, Drill, or Fist?
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Not until she invokes the Triumphant Roar of the Devil Tiger and becomes Talizrah, Cosmic Principles of Dat Ass.Jomasten said:
Sunlight literally pours out ofGreggHL said: