Zurakian Stronghold

Darren stumbles slightly and looks around, disoriented by the sudden teleportation. "What happened, since I'm obviously not dead....." He starts walking in the direction he believed the Stronghold to be.

OOC: I apologize if I wasn't clear about it, but when I had my fleet move upwards to retreat, I was having my entire fleet retreat, including the ships that had originally started fighting. The "original" ring of ships was actually joined by the rest of the fleet during the ice storm attacks, so, during the retreat, the full force was participating. Interestingly enough, as I was reading several older posts, I noticed that Zurakia did indeed fling a ZE aura about the entire fleet again. As a result, the fleet wouldn't have been able to surround itself in Kahgarak energies at all. Oops. Sorry I missed that.


Fortunately though, I don't see that any of your attacks would have been affected by this too much. It's mainly my layers of Kahgarak defense I was trying to put up that have been nulled.

So, with regards to Berserker, he definitely would have escaped from the Dread Wing since it wasn't able to continue using it's molecular disruption attacks. However, it wouldn't have been destroyed due to the fact that none of the moves Berserker made during the fight threatened the "life" of the craft. I think at this point, Berserker would find himself outside the craft and in the midst of my fleet. 
 

With the troops ded, the 30 simply colossal kraawa (kardas+kraawa OP) steadily march towards the Fortress-mecha.

The rahi are flooded with energy from the self-destruct, incinerating them and the rest of the rahi instantly.

There was a self-destruct?
Okey then.
The few new ZE Tunnelers are the only surviving rahi.

Atlantis booms away.

Even after he deflected it, the wave keeps on coming, replacing the small hole in the torrent the second he finished his swing.

The Time Dilator follows, the wide aoe of the torrent continuing to swarm over him as he retreats.

The rock is telekinetically thrown to the side, and the barrage continues. By now, Darren's armor has begun to melt.

     It feels like centuries since the monster in Zurakia's Stronghold ever spoke, millenia since it moved. For so long it had been trying to contain a black soul far more violent then his own outward appearance, and only now did he conclude that there was only one way to be rid of the beast. Submit to it.

   Slits in Decu's skull of a face explode open, no longer sockets for colorless eyes, but pools of blazing blood. Before, he would have clawed himself in anguish of the hatred forcing it's way into his heart. Now, he turns his attention and rage to the world outside and extends an open yet closing hand. Every small swish of a Matoran's feet displacing sand is no longer salt on a wound, it is fire to Decu's furnace. He frees a roar that has been trapped for far too long and starts to turn Darren into hypermatter with a slow and agonizing pace. Of course, to the world still bound to the beating drum of entropy, this all happens instantaneously.