The Stronghold's assembly lines suddenly switch gears, instead focusing on pumping out the slightly crude Zurakian Energy in preparation for the Xian deal.
Since their activation, the assembly line has created 14,850 troops. Now, they pump out approximately 500 cubed meters of crude Zurakian Energy a day instead.
Last Edit: Feb 12, 2017 13:31:12 GMT -6 by Deleted
One of the assembly lines abruptly screeches to a halt. At its sides, long, claw-like arms whir as they bend down to remove the rows upon rows of vials from it. Simultaneously, the assembly line is retrofitted for a brand new, specific purpose designated by ARES. From it pumps a single, powerful being before returning to normal.
The Monopolizer trudges off the line, greeted by the rest of the Elites. After a short exchange, the four figures left (the Time Dilator felt no reason to make yet another stop from his mission).
A massive cannon on the stronghold slowly turns towards Xia
With a boom, a massive surge of energy explodes from it, quickly disappearing over the horizon. The resulting knockback sends a cloud of dust roaring around the Stronghold, ripping away any nearby structures still standing.
A massive cannon on the stronghold slowly turns towards Xia
With a boom, a massive surge of energy explodes from it, quickly disappearing over the horizon. The resulting knockback sends a cloud of dust roaring around the Stronghold, ripping away any nearby structures still standing.
The sunbeam drone lurches into motion, tracking the beam across the planet.
"He must have heard me." Decu dropped his head, then lowered into a kneel after remembering what he had said about the Great Being. The movement made the liquid organic protodermis in his left lung garggle out of his mouth and onto the floor, which allowed for better accelerated healing. "...where am I?"
"He must have heard me." Decu dropped his head, then lowered into a kneel after remembering what he had said about the Great Being. The movement made the liquid organic protodermis in his left lung garggle out of his mouth and onto the floor, which allowed for better accelerated healing. "...where am I?"
If he looked around, Decu appeared to be in some kind of throne room. The air was dank (not in the memey way, sadly) and stifled, a slight draft coming in from a small hole in an upper-most corner of the room.
Decu might notice a pile of archaic, mechanical bodies piled in the corner, currently being swept away by a staggering figure of the same build.
Almost as if appearing out of nothing, the Time Dilator suddenly looms over Decu. His appearance was an enigma: though the technology seemed to be state of the arc, some aspects even stumping Xia's best work, he seemed ancient. Rust covered every aspect of him, eating away at his once shining armor. His cyclops eye seemed to bore into Decu, reading him like a book.
None of your concern. A voice seemed to pop into Decu's mind. In response, the Time Dilator motioned towards the wall. As if on command, it unfolded into a large monitor, shimmering as it came to life. On it, Zurakia's silhouette was plainly seen, surrounded by a constant stream of energy swarming around him.
The master is currently busy. Remain here until his return. And do not touch anything.
As swiftly as he appeared, the Time Dilator vanished.
Last Edit: Apr 28, 2017 17:33:05 GMT -6 by Deleted
"He must have heard me." Decu dropped his head, then lowered into a kneel after remembering what he had said about the Great Being. The movement made the liquid organic protodermis in his left lung garggle out of his mouth and onto the floor, which allowed for better accelerated healing. "...where am I?"
If he looked around, Decu appeared to be in some kind of throne room. The air was dank (not in the memey way, sadly) and stifled, a slight draft coming in from a small hole in an upper-most corner of the room.
Decu might notice a pile of archaic, mechanical bodies piled in the corner, currently being swept away by a staggering figure of the same build.
Almost as if appearing out of nothing, the Time Dilator suddenly looms over Decu. His appearance was an enigma: though the technology seemed to be state of the arc, some aspects even stumping Xia's best work, he seemed ancient. Rust covered every aspect of him, eating away at his once shining armor. His cyclops eye seemed to bore into Decu, reading him like a book.
None of your concern. A voice seemed to pop into Decu's mind. In response, the Time Dilator motioned towards the wall. As if on command, it unfolded into a large monitor, shimmering as it came to life. On it, Zurakia's silhouette was plainly seen, surrounded by a constant stream of energy swarming around him.
The master is currently busy. Remain here until his return. And do not touch anything.
As swiftly as he appeared, the Time Dilator vanished.
None of your concern. Decu had heard in his head. He knew that he would probably receive an answer like this, yet who could blame him for asking? This room dripped with both mystery and malice, the Toa Manas had to pay his respects by knowing it's name.
The representative motioned for the barrier, and the screaming energies behind it displayed themselves loudly against the ancient atmosphere of the room. It was a screen, a moving image of the Great Being who had actually shown some wisdom.
...and do not touch anything.In an instant, the introduction had been cut. Decu couldn't hear any teleportation energies, or an opening in space of any sort. It was almost as if the being had never been there... or never even disappeared. The Toa Manas couldn't hear the representative anywhere, so he may as well have left, even though he himself was surely listening.
Almost anyone could define what followed as silence. Decu was the exception, he heard everything in and beyond the throne room. Nothing but the void could ever be truly silent.
"As you wish." Decu doubled back and rose to his diminished height. If his protosteel back hadn't been lined with knives, he could have stood tall. That was something he would never do in this place. All he could do now was heal, and wait.
If he looked around, Decu appeared to be in some kind of throne room. The air was dank (not in the memey way, sadly) and stifled, a slight draft coming in from a small hole in an upper-most corner of the room.
Decu might notice a pile of archaic, mechanical bodies piled in the corner, currently being swept away by a staggering figure of the same build.
Almost as if appearing out of nothing, the Time Dilator suddenly looms over Decu. His appearance was an enigma: though the technology seemed to be state of the arc, some aspects even stumping Xia's best work, he seemed ancient. Rust covered every aspect of him, eating away at his once shining armor. His cyclops eye seemed to bore into Decu, reading him like a book.
None of your concern. A voice seemed to pop into Decu's mind. In response, the Time Dilator motioned towards the wall. As if on command, it unfolded into a large monitor, shimmering as it came to life. On it, Zurakia's silhouette was plainly seen, surrounded by a constant stream of energy swarming around him.
The master is currently busy. Remain here until his return. And do not touch anything.
As swiftly as he appeared, the Time Dilator vanished.
None of your concern. Decu had heard in his head. He knew that he would probably receive an answer like this, yet who could blame him for asking? This room dripped with both mystery and malice, the Toa Manas had to pay his respects by knowing it's name.
The representative motioned for the barrier, and the screaming energies behind it displayed themselves loudly against the ancient atmosphere of the room. It was a screen, a moving image of the Great Being who had actually shown some wisdom.
...and do not touch anything.In an instant, the introduction had been cut. Decu couldn't hear any teleportation energies, or an opening in space of any sort. It was almost as if the being had never been there... or never even disappeared. The Toa Manas couldn't hear the representative anywhere, so he may as well have left, even though he himself was surely listening.
Almost anyone could define what followed as silence. Decu was the exception, he heard everything in and beyond the throne room. Nothing but the void could ever be truly silent.
"As you wish." Decu doubled back and rose to his diminished height. If his protosteel back hadn't been lined with knives, he could have stood tall. That was something he would never do in this place. All he could do now was heal, and wait.
"To answer you question. I don't remember who I am. I can remember facts and people, but not my identity."
None of your concern. Decu had heard in his head. He knew that he would probably receive an answer like this, yet who could blame him for asking? This room dripped with both mystery and malice, the Toa Manas had to pay his respects by knowing it's name.
The representative motioned for the barrier, and the screaming energies behind it displayed themselves loudly against the ancient atmosphere of the room. It was a screen, a moving image of the Great Being who had actually shown some wisdom.
...and do not touch anything.In an instant, the introduction had been cut. Decu couldn't hear any teleportation energies, or an opening in space of any sort. It was almost as if the being had never been there... or never even disappeared. The Toa Manas couldn't hear the representative anywhere, so he may as well have left, even though he himself was surely listening.
Almost anyone could define what followed as silence. Decu was the exception, he heard everything in and beyond the throne room. Nothing but the void could ever be truly silent.
"As you wish." Decu doubled back and rose to his diminished height. If his protosteel back hadn't been lined with knives, he could have stood tall. That was something he would never do in this place. All he could do now was heal, and wait.
"To answer you question. I don't remember who I am. I can remember facts and people, but not my identity."
The heavily-damaged robot turns away from his chore, looking up at Decu with dead, glassy eyes. Yellow sparks constantly spewed from his exposed joints, eerily visible through the scarred and torn armor plating covering him. Parts of him seemed cobbled together, as if taken from many and condensed into a singular form. If he was aware of such things, Decu might recognize it as the same model of soldier that Deviox had once attacked Atero Nui with.
