By now, every single joint in his armor has broken under the bulk of his growing muscles. "When?"
"How about a week?"
Kazadarak folds his massive arms, armor plates now buckling under the force of his growing strength. "I can wait, but something tells me you wouldn't like that." One plate splits in three, giving way to thick skin and bulging muscle.
Kazadarak folds his massive arms, armor plates now buckling under the force of his growing strength. "I can wait, but something tells me you wouldn't like that." One plate splits in three, giving way to thick skin and bulging muscle.
"Look, kid, my employer doesn't want me to wait for the go ahead before I work with you, so if you've got anything for me to do around here, I'm ready dive in head first." Another tunk! tunk! tunk-kraaakh! resonates as his other bicep plate splits.
Kazadarak folds his massive arms, armor plates now buckling under the force of his growing strength. "I can wait, but something tells me you wouldn't like that." One plate splits in three, giving way to thick skin and bulging muscle.
"Look, kid, my employer doesn't want me to wait for the go ahead before I work with you, so if you've got anything for me to do around here, I'm ready dive in head first." Another tunk! tunk! tunk-kraaakh! resonates as his other bicep plate splits.
"I'd get in big trouble if that happened."
The Skakdi now notices that most of the big guns are pointed at him. A couple Skakdi are doing checks in the cockpit of a Warmech as well.
"Look, kid, my employer doesn't want me to wait for the go ahead before I work with you, so if you've got anything for me to do around here, I'm ready dive in head first." Another tunk! tunk! tunk-kraaakh! resonates as his other bicep plate splits.
"I'd get in big trouble if that happened."
The Skakdi now notices that most of the big guns are pointed at him. A couple Skakdi are doing checks in the cockpit of a Warmech as well.
"I was wrong about your military... dogs on a chain, happy little pets who do whatever their master tells them. Do you want to live as a content kofo-za rising with the Solis everyday to pass off opportunities to your superiors? Or do you want a promotion for making a beneficial tactical decision for the Glorious Empire? It is your choice."
His chest plate cracks, and he now stands twice as big or tall then any decently sized skakdi.
"I won't do anything foolish, guards, but at least you picked up on it."
The Skakdi now notices that most of the big guns are pointed at him. A couple Skakdi are doing checks in the cockpit of a Warmech as well.
"I was wrong about your military... dogs on a chain, happy little pets who do whatever their master tells them. Do you want to live as a content kofo-za rising with the Solis everyday to pass off opportunities to your superiors? Or do you want a promotion for making a beneficial tactical decision for the Glorious Empire? It is your choice."
His chest plate cracks, and he now stands twice as big or tall then any decently sized skakdi.
"I won't do anything foolish, guards, but at least you picked up on it."
The officer appears highly unimpressed. "Soo letting an untrusted, possibly enemy combatant access to our production centres would be a "beneficial tactical decision". I doubt it, somehow. Leave and come back in a week when our Warlord is back and then you may earn a peace treaty. Myself, I am inclined to let the autocannons rip you to shreds, but Orshek may have a different viewpoint."
"I was wrong about your military... dogs on a chain, happy little pets who do whatever their master tells them. Do you want to live as a content kofo-za rising with the Solis everyday to pass off opportunities to your superiors? Or do you want a promotion for making a beneficial tactical decision for the Glorious Empire? It is your choice."
His chest plate cracks, and he now stands twice as big or tall then any decently sized skakdi.
"I won't do anything foolish, guards, but at least you picked up on it."
The officer appears highly unimpressed. "Soo letting an untrusted, possibly enemy combatant access to our production centres would be a "beneficial tactical decision". I doubt it, somehow. Leave and come back in a week when our Warlord is back and then you may earn a peace treaty. Myself, I am inclined to let the autocannons rip you to shreds, but Orshek may have a different viewpoint."
"Dogs on a chain." In the blink of new eye, the commanding officer and the gunners in sight are mutated into kavinika and Energy hounds. Suddenly, Kazadarak is teleported out by someone using the shadow as a connection.
The officer appears highly unimpressed. "Soo letting an untrusted, possibly enemy combatant access to our production centres would be a "beneficial tactical decision". I doubt it, somehow. Leave and come back in a week when our Warlord is back and then you may earn a peace treaty. Myself, I am inclined to let the autocannons rip you to shreds, but Orshek may have a different viewpoint."
"Dogs on a chain." In the blink of new eye, the commanding officer and the gunners in sight are mutated into kavinika and Energy hounds. Suddenly, Kazadarak is teleported out by someone using the shadow as a connection.
BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM
57 millimeter shells rip into the Skakdi's chest, fast and hard enough to perforate more then a hundred and twenty millimeters of solid steel. The rounds then explode. Several Skakdi who weren't at gun emplacements rush to the turrets, but are too slow and the enemy SKakdi vanishes before they can arm the autocannons.
"Dogs on a chain." In the blink of new eye, the commanding officer and the gunners in sight are mutated into kavinika and Energy hounds. Suddenly, Kazadarak is teleported out by someone using the shadow as a connection.
BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM
57 millimeter shells rip into the Skakdi's chest, fast and hard enough to perforate more then a hundred and twenty millimeters of solid steel. The rounds then explode. Several Skakdi who weren't at gun emplacements rush to the turrets, but are too slow and the enemy SKakdi vanishes before they can arm the autocannons.
The Protosteel armor is damaged even further by the shells, and some make it through the Skakdi mid-teleport, making him howl in gargling pain.
Clink. Whiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Chkt chkt. Vreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ching vreeeeeeeeee. Clink! Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Chkt chkt. The sounds of the machine constructing him are the first thing a skakdi in white and gold armor hears. Click! Click! Fsssssshhhhzzzt! Something he has never known before filters into his mind. He already knows what it is. Light. His eyes are seeing. He looks around with his eyes, his head held in place by the machine. P-TAM! P-TAM! His shoulder aches as armor is bolted to it. P-TAM! P-TAM! And the other shoulder. The skakdi flexes his arms as the machine releases them. WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! The back of the head is screwed on painlessly and his head is released. He tilts it to the right, and then the left, a satisfying popping sound filling the chamber... or at least his ears. Only the leg armor remains. P-TAM! P-TAM! P-TAM! P-TAM! CHKT! CHKT! The skakdi's legs are released, and Avnias walks out of the machine. He looks around, taking in his surroundings.
Clink. Whiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Chkt chkt. Vreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ching vreeeeeeeeee. Clink! Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Chkt chkt. The sounds of the machine constructing him are the first thing a skakdi in white and gold armor hears. Click! Click! Fsssssshhhhzzzt! Something he has never known before filters into his mind. He already knows what it is. Light. His eyes are seeing. He looks around with his eyes, his head held in place by the machine. P-TAM! P-TAM! His shoulder aches as armor is bolted to it. P-TAM! P-TAM! And the other shoulder. The skakdi flexes his arms as the machine releases them. WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! The back of the head is screwed on painlessly and his head is released. He tilts it to the right, and then the left, a satisfying popping sound filling the chamber... or at least his ears. Only the leg armor remains. P-TAM! P-TAM! P-TAM! P-TAM! CHKT! CHKT! The skakdi's legs are released, and Avnias walks out of the machine. He looks around, taking in his surroundings.
He's in a metal room, and shortly a trapdoor opens under him.
After falling through the exceptionally scary tunnel, a Skakdi claps him on the back. "Welcome to the Horde!"
Clink. Whiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Chkt chkt. Vreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ching vreeeeeeeeee. Clink! Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Chkt chkt. The sounds of the machine constructing him are the first thing a skakdi in white and gold armor hears. Click! Click! Fsssssshhhhzzzt! Something he has never known before filters into his mind. He already knows what it is. Light. His eyes are seeing. He looks around with his eyes, his head held in place by the machine. P-TAM! P-TAM! His shoulder aches as armor is bolted to it. P-TAM! P-TAM! And the other shoulder. The skakdi flexes his arms as the machine releases them. WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! The back of the head is screwed on painlessly and his head is released. He tilts it to the right, and then the left, a satisfying popping sound filling the chamber... or at least his ears. Only the leg armor remains. P-TAM! P-TAM! P-TAM! P-TAM! CHKT! CHKT! The skakdi's legs are released, and Avnias walks out of the machine. He looks around, taking in his surroundings.
He's in a metal room, and shortly a trapdoor opens under him.
After falling through the exceptionally scary tunnel, a Skakdi claps him on the back. "Welcome to the Horde!"
For a Ce-SKakdi, this guy seems a little slowwitted.
Avnias looks around, confused by the windows that keep appearing when he focuses on things. '+.99999... attack', '7 intelligence'... The stranger part is how they don't interfere with his vision, despite being perfectly clear and readable. "The Horde?"
For a Ce-SKakdi, this guy seems a little slowwitted.
Avnias looks around, confused by the windows that keep appearing when he focuses on things. '+.99999... attack', '7 intelligence'... The stranger part is how they don't interfere with his vision, despite being perfectly clear and readable. "The Horde?"
"Sounds like you must have not gotten the spawn pack." The Skakdi presses a small device to his head and channels Psionics through it, sending info into Avnias's brain. "That should tell you what you need to know."
Avnias looks around, confused by the windows that keep appearing when he focuses on things. '+.99999... attack', '7 intelligence'... The stranger part is how they don't interfere with his vision, despite being perfectly clear and readable. "The Horde?"
"Sounds like you must have not gotten the spawn pack." The Skakdi presses a small device to his head and channels Psionics through it, sending info into Avnias's brain. "That should tell you what you need to know."
Avnias tilts his head. This must be my vision power... It's... odd... "Ahhh. So, Vubar. What do you need to guide me about?"
"Sounds like you must have not gotten the spawn pack." The Skakdi presses a small device to his head and channels Psionics through it, sending info into Avnias's brain. "That should tell you what you need to know."
Avnias tilts his head. This must be my vision power... It's... odd... "Ahhh. So, Vubar. What do you need to guide me about?"
"Mostly you get a freebie weapon and I'm supposed to make sure you don't get a lousy one."