Wild Horse
"...You are sure?" Under the long formless cloak that Eta was wearing, four segmented green tentacles slid out, the top half indented with segmented ebony armor, the bottom half made out of translucent green, electricity arcing through the inside of limbs. The tips of said appendages were some sort of thin neon blades that were in a curved shape, made for piercing through defenses.
Eta's face was a hard mask of fury as he heard that, temporarily lined with green circuits, his irises glowing like hot embers. His forehead's symbol split open, revealing a vertical eye that glared at Tau. "You had best be telling the truth..." He hadn't realized that he stopped with the imperfect speech patterns.
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Tau blinks and stammers. O... On...Only people with clearance like La... Laa.. Lambda know where Omega's chambers are.
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Wild Horse
"You are honest. I can taste it." The tentacles thrummed a nice even pattern as they languidly twirled near Tau. "I am sorry for scaring you then. It's just... I needed Omega for something... Excuse my interruption and have a pleasant day."
Eta's excessive limbs shrank back under the cloak and the circuits died away, turning the being back into a frail looking feminine boy. "You will forget everything that has transpired, and believe you had a polite little chat with me." The elder being told Tau with a flat voice, the other's memories of the encounter being consumed by Eta's strange powers.
The being then walked away from Tau and deeper into the Nomadic complex, his nose picking up the scent of the wounded Omega like a foxhound smelling its quarry. He eagerly stalked after the tang, anticipating the hunt.
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Tau shakes his head. I feel like something...
He looks for the Champions. Not in their assigned waiting place. Let me punish them.
He chuckles and disappears. Brother! I need you now!
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"I have been levelling the playing field," Ravage replied simply, as if he were stating the obvious. "While the rest of you were tinkering around with armour and ways to procure our escape, I have built this body in preparation for our confrontation with the Nomads. Though ancient and largely outdated by my time, the advantages of Headmaster technology far outweigh the disadvantages; observe."
And with that, the Predacon rapidly transformed—not into a technorganic panther, as was the norm, but into something else entirely. Limbs folded in on themselves and locked together, his head disappeared into a small hatch between his shoulders, and two curved, triangular panels flipped up from his back. For all intents and purposes, it looked as though he had transformed into a larger version of his own head—one perfectly sized for the thirty-foot tall robot standing behind him.
As the enormous machine bent forward and extended its hands to pick up the Predacon with surprising gentleness, Ravage continued to explain; though the muzzle formed by his limbs was static, the large red lights on what had once been his chest—now his optics—flashed in tune with his words. "I knew that, for us to force our way free of our captors, we would need a considerable edge—one which augmented weapons and armour, while useful in their own right, simply cannot provide. To triumph here we would not simply need stealth, skill and alacrity; we would need strength and power as well—strength and power only a body such as this could provide. For that reason, I constructed this in my chambers during my spare time and—as some of you may have noticed—upgraded myself in order to better interface with the technology of my new transtector."
Those great metal hands placed Ravage onto the socket between its shoulders, and a series of complex whirs and whines rang out as cables and hydraulics rapidly connected with one another, linking transformer to host body in a matter of seconds. A hiss of venting gas filled the air as a high,blocky collar of sorts—not unlike the solid frame of the helmet of that Spartan-III, Emile—slid up from within the body's superstructure to wrap around Ravage's chin and the back of his head, locking him in place. Their union into a single being thus completed, the towering Decepticon moved his hands in front of his face and slowly flexed his fingers, nodding silently to himself in approval.
"You should be honoured," Headmaster Ravage continued a moment later, his servoes whirring and clicking as he ran his newly-unified body through a rapid series of diagnostics. "By my reckoning, you will be the first humans in over three hundred Earth solar cycles to bear witness to a full-fledged Decepticon warrior in combat."
The words written on that note brought a faint scowl to Lambda's face as he rose unsteadily to his feet. The notion that he had supporters amongst the other Nomads, while never considered before, was not entirely unwelcome; any peace and confidence such knowledge might have brought him was undermined, however, by the fact that anyone knew of his goals at all; he had spent a great many years cultivating an air of indifference to his belove's fate and obeisance to Omega, so that he might be able to carry out his plans in secrecy and without hindrance, and as such the idea that someone might have discerned his plans before today was deeply disconcerting. Further, the way it had been said—give us a good show—rankled the argent Nomad greatly; he was not doing this for their damned amusement, he was doing this to save the woman he loved from unjust torment.
But this was but one part of his plan, and he was confident that that, at least, remained secret for now; besides, with the endgame afoot the time for cloak-and-dagger warfare had passed. If Zeta was honestly sympathetic to Lambda's cause, then perhaps the silver deity could find it within his heart to spare the tinkerer when the time came; if not, then Zeta would simply burn with the rest.
Such thoughts were soon disrupted when a simple felt case made of silver appeared before him, supported by the translucent hands of Lakhesis. "Your gauntlets, Lord Lambda," the artificial intelligence said softly, opening the case to display the items they contained. A pair of long, fingerless metal gloves lay within, their gleaming silver surfaces wrought with intricate carvings of breathtaking detail, and on the backs of the hands large Lambda glyphs had been inlaid, arranged so that their apexes would point outwards between the knuckles of his ring and middle fingers; the edges of these glyphs seemed to gleam faintly with a dim platinum light.
Nodding in satisfaction, the argent Nomad took one of the gauntlets from the case, hissing as he did so, and slid it over his forearm until it was in position; the glove extended all the way to his elbow, and was shaped so that it would form a shield along the back of his upper arm when the arm was straight in order to maximize defense. Once it was on, the faint clacking of metal gears grinding against one another filled the air as small segments of sterling silver extended from the knuckles to cover first his palm and then the phalanges of his fingers. He repeated the process a moment later with the other gauntlet, then stood back to examine his gloves with a faint smile of approval. Solutions secreted within the now-sealed gloves helped to dull the pain in his hands, and would serve as a temporary measure until his palms could receive proper treatment; as such, he could now get his hands dirty without any further concern for their well-being.
Faint sparks of silver electricity crackled along ironclad phalanges as Lambda flexed his fingers; moments later he curled one hand into a fist, and a booming clap of thunder rang out as he drove it into the palm of the other hand. Satisfied that the gauntlets were functioning properly, Lambda nodded to himself, then walked over to his collection of weapons and artefacts; as he moved, the simple clothes he had used to forge the great sword which would be the instrument of his revenge a few minutes earlier began to dissolve into thin air, and a torrent of mercurial fluid gushed up from the floor to whirl and whorl about his body, flowing into the shape of his majestic argent robes.
Properly attired for the task which lay at hand now, Lambda swept his arms out in a wide arc before the gathered implements, and with a BAMF of air rushing in to fill a sudden vacuum the artefacts and weapons all vanished, sucked into a pocket dimension contained within the voluminous sleeves of his robe to be retrieved when needed. With this gathering complete, he turned and made to depart.
It was time at last to free his wife...and get his revenge on the monster who had made her this way to begin with. There was no turning back now; within the next few hours, he would either be dead, or he would have her at his side...and Omega's head, appropriately enough, on a silver platter.
A low rumbling filled the great darkness which served as the abode and prison of Echidna. Countless eyes stared at the lock, squinting against the sudden and harsh purple radiance which had sprung up, and in the dim light of Zeta's violet sparks a vast field of suckling mouths, thrashing tentacles and mounds of flesh could be seen, quivering as the great beast rumbled her bemused vexation.
"Watt tricker ee is this?" a thousand mouths demanded in discordant cacophony, their tones confused and angry. "Ewe thunk two muck me inn hiss faction, tie knee No mad? Two bowl stir falls hope bye oh penning won off my lox, own lee two leaf me hear two rot? Eye may bee hideous, butt Eye am knot stew pet; never was, never will bee. Eff that is yore game, than take it end leaf it; Aisle knot dig niff eye this cruel mockery bye rye zing two yore bate."
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Mason sighed.
"We're in a fucking giant space god killing bomb. At least it's a good fucking way to go."
He noticed the statues.
"Intelligence, what do the statues stand for?"
Bitch pills
Rey studied the new form of Ravage silently, then nodded. "It'll probably come in handy. That is if we ever find some way of getting out of this damned little area."
Easing back into life one step at a time
"I share my sentiment with Rey."
Spriggan agreed with the wrestler.
The Black Stig stared at Ravage, amazed at his new look.
A speaker appeared in Echidna's cell and lets out a sigh. "Geez you are such a negative nancy. No fun at all. Where would be the fun if I were the one to get rid of all the locks?.....well okay I can think of some, but no matter. This isn't mockery or anything. Just saving on time so that we can enjoy the show before everything goes boom."
Wild Horse
Eta continued his descent through the warhead, his nose picking up on Omega's scent. The elder being cursed the day he ever met Omega, undoing countless years of work.
It was he who proffered the forbidden apple to a younger, more naive Eta; the Variable of the Tower, who had accepted it without hesitation. The gift turned out to be a sham, as it was simply a device that embedded itself into his core, overriding all primary functions to become a puppet under Omega's control. He was sent to destroy worlds and consume everything he encountered, a ravenous beast with no soul and completely under the being's thumb, a tool to be used.
Over time though, he was discarded after Omega got bored of him, though not before breaking more pieces of his mind and scattering them to different worlds. Eta had essentially became a broken toy, left to rot inside a room that held nothing but darkness and chains. There he stayed, mindlessly consuming things that happened to be dumped inside. When at last he found his way out, nothing was the same anymore. More Nomads had cropped up during his absence, and he didn't do anything as they produced more discord and havoc but continued eating.
During the time his main body was a shell of his former self, his fragments had enough sentience to construct themselves into parasitic spirits that clung to hosts to slowly strengthen their solidity to the world again, settling in ideal beings that were able to nourish the spirits. After drifting for many years on many worlds, the spirits slowly edged closer to the Nomad homeworld, eager to return home. There however, they found to their dismay that the Nomads had begun a game, torturing various beings for their own amusement. Putting off return to the original body, they constructed facades of beings that were friends to Eta's champion, and learned certain information they wouldn't have learned otherwise if they had simply returned to the body. When at last they put the pieces together, the fragments decided it was finally time to become one with themselves again, and flocked to the husk known as Eta.
What transpired next was like the end of a nightmare, as Eta regained clarity, remembering all he forgot. He remembered the consequences of his actions, his sins, and his depravity as a Nomad. He remembered all too well the madness that he drowned in, and how he inflicted countless acts of destruction on innocent beings as a puppet. Disgusted with himself, Eta decided it was finally for the dog that he was to become a wolf again, tearing off the leash. He was himself again, and he knew that to prevent anyone from becoming as he had, Omega had to die. While he was a tad to eager to end the Nomad's life, he found himself feeling remorse for what he had done. Shaking out of it, Eta continued tracking the wounded Nomad, knowing that he had to finish it before he became blunted again, to properly assure that the worlds were safe from the machinations of a mad god. Hissing in anticipation, Eta steadily advanced downwards, straight towards the core of the world, and Hell...
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Dreams of Revenge
"Omega has to remain alive... I see. I hope that retiring the Nomads will bring us at least a small victory." Craft felt the beginnings of the Reploid equivalent of adrenalin flowing through his veins.
Neo Arcadia may have been dead, but at least he could save other universes, right?
Somewhere...
The sound of a drop of water echoed within the cavernous teal room, bright blue banners fluttering in a breeze that never was. The sound died away over an unnaturally long time. The Nomad known only as Psi appeared, his head bald and face featureless aside from a mouth. His entire body was a stark white, contrasting sharply with the shimmering and ever-twisting robe that dwarfed him, its' teal, blue and gold colouration almost drowning the being.
And thus, the conclusion approaches... the experiment is almost at an end. Now, there is only one task left for me to undertake. One last variable to remove. The mouth curled upward into a genuine soft smile.
Raising a hand, a watery mass formed in the air in front of the Nomad. It slowly resolved itself into a sword made of metal that was as blue as the deepest sea, seeming to be liquid-like despite being quite clearly a solid object. it was keen - unnaturally so - and its' grip twisted like waves layered one upon another. In the centre of the crossguard was seated a glowing teal letter: psi. Satisfied by what he had created, Psi grabbed the hilt, the sword suddenly becoming water again and flowing up the Nomad's arm.
With a grand flourish, Psi disappeared, a single sentence reverberating around the chamber at the same time as his signature water droplet sound.
And then there were none.
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I'm Back Bitches (not really)
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Mason looked around the room.
What the hell do these statues mean? All of them look like challengers who disappeared. Woah, Ravage got a huge ass new body.
If-when-Eta descended into the core and centre of Omega's last and greatest weapon, he would find himself surrounded by gently mocking laughter. The machines that covered Omega's antechamber and the control panel for the bomb itself were dizzyingly complex- no mortal or immortal would have been able to decipher them save for perhaps the most intelligent of the Nomads. Strapped into the very centre via a truly nightmarish array of machinery was Omega, his wounded, orange-pulsating flesh rippling with leaking energy. Needles dug into his skin, his organs, spikes and cables bonded him to his weapon and helped to stave off the pain he must have felt from Digamma's wounds.
Irregardless of his broken body, Omega's eyes blazed bright with with equal parts hatred, ego, and madness, and his twisted mouth was open as he laughed heartily.
" So the plaything returns to its master," he chortled to hismelf as he felt Eta's presence coalescing around him. " Do you really believe you are in time to stop me once and for all?" With a gesture of a hand, machines whirred and clicked as he sent a signal out to another part of the bomb, and indeed the antechamber did rumble slightly as machinery moved into place and energy crackled around him. " What are you but another mockery of a Nomad, another being of infinite power possessed of a petty mind and spirit, unable to truly comprehend the nature of existence?"
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Escape is possible should one so choose. said the Intelligence via its usual method. However, my master does not wish for you to escape. Goodbye...
With that, the archway disappeared to places unknown, no sign of its presence belying its whereabouts.
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"Well, we're not going down without a fight!" Narumi said, gripping his fist.
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"Okay, if anyone has a better plan to get out than mine, speak now."
Mason pulled out a Frag grenade.
Wild Horse
Eta stepped into the antechamber, his face a stony mask of indifference, though his eyes practically alight with menace. "If I was a toy to you, then you shouldn't have treated me badly. Broken toys can be rather dangerous..." The former Nomad hissed out at the abomination that was Omega.
"And what about you? You have been broken in body, and madness that has taken root in your mind? What right do you have to do this?" The four armored tentacles slid out once again, ending in neon stingers. The third eye reopened and circuits flared to life on his body, thrumming with hatred.
"I have come to topple your throne, though I see that it is already a broken piece of slag, fit for an emperor of nothing. Your chains have broken, and your pets are now after your blood... Master." The taunt rang out, tinged with iron sarcasm.
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Lord of Shadows
"Put that down. If it doesn't kill us in the blast, the fact that we'll be sucked out into space with no protection will."
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" Do you really wish it to be that way?" For a moment, the fat Nomad's voice regained a coutnenance of its old, kind self, before reverting back to the rasping hiss that was all he could muster. " Join your comrades-and my 'pets' as you charmingly call them, in oblivion then." With another flick of a chubby finger machinery whirred and hummed to life all across the antechamber, as emerald green lines not unlike Omega's own flared into existence all around.
Spriggan readied his K3 after he shouldered it.
"Great. All I got is this skinny popper."
Durant sighed when he armed himself with the MP5K. Michael got out his Glock 17 from a shoulder holster.
Wild Horse
"What have you done?!" Eta roared, whirling around to look at the other Nomad's circuits.
A small seed of doubt buried itself in Eta's heart when he heard the flash of positivity. Did I just taste... kindness? He thought with shock.
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"Well..." Kisame said. "I propose we hunt down Omega. ...Perhaps he's done to at least one other Nomad what Quingenti did to Xi, and if we're lucky we can get some more help."
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"Of course, Satsuki-sama."
"It's pretty simple. We're not going down," Gordon said, cocking his shotgun. "Let's go, we're gonna find Omega and kick his ass."
Quingenti's form slowly re-entered the world, his essence drifting pas all the chaos. He had but one intention, to enjoy himself.
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."
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"I read in a book somewhere that a human can survive 30 seconds in the vacuum of space with their lungs full of air. And this place is huge."
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Tau's eyes widen. Your power is... Wow.
He thinks. I am not high enough in the ranks to know where Lord Omega resides.
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