New World Order [PG-16][ADV][Can you handle it?][Started xO]

[fenrir]

Dracul's father sighed heavily. He was sitting on a rather ornamental throne, which seemed to also be a pod. He eyed his son wearily. "I expect you to make me proud. I don't have much time left."

 

Dilgear chuckled. "Quite. Well, I suppose I most prepare myself." As soon as he finished the sentence, he opened up his chest plate. Several wires and switches were present. An occasional wire seemed to be plugged in to Dilgear's skin. As he began unplugging and re-plugging wires his armor seemingly sprang to life. Fumes were being expelled, and clockwork started to move.

 

----

 

Dominic brought out a light and cigarette, and gave himself a light. As he exhaled the smoke, the building behind him exploded in a fury of fire. He diminished his cigarette, and turned towards his right. A Black Escalade awaited him, and he grinned.

[Enrise]

Dracul stood easy, taking his hand of the hilt. "Father. I will only fight you. I will not kill you where you sit. It is the only way. Otherwise, I feel that I have not defeated you." Dracul turned the other way, and noted, "When you are ready, send someone to get me. That way, I know I'll be ready. Unless, you are ready now?"

Dracul never wanted to kill someone without a fight. It was his way as a Sentinel of the Dragonoids. When he wanted to kill someone, fighting was the only solution. Kill them where they stood without a fight made him feel defeated instead.

[Crystal Alien]

The next day Alaxor looked at his frseh kill, and streched his arms in the air after sleeping on the ground. He decided to get a fire started, and to cook some meat so thats what he did. He took out his AWM with him in the woods, and walked back awhile snapping off twigs close to the nearest trees he could get. He than walked over to the fire pit, and threw them in it while he gripped into his pocket pulling out a rock he thought would spark good. He also picked up some dry bush, to throw on the top of the dead twigs. He had takin out what he called 'The Flink Rock' , and striked it off another rock, and bright sparks rained onto the dead brush making it catch fire, and spread to the twigs. He quickly placed some bigger peices of wood on the fire till it finaly started up pretty good. He took one of the chunks of meat, and shoved a stick threw it, and hung it over the fire when it was jammed into the ground. He did this for the rest of the meat, and sat nicely, and waited for it to start to cook.

[Hydra of Ages]

GREETINGS, YOUNG LILLITH, AND WELCOME TO EARTH.

AS MEMBER OF OUR EXPEDITION, YOU HAVE BEEN PREPPED WITH ALL THE APPROPRIATE INFO FOR LANDING. YOU ARE NOW IN ENEMY TERRITORY. THE FIRST APPROPRIATE ACTION IS TO RECON THE NEAREST NATIVE SETTLEMENT. PROTECT THIS CRASH SITE, FOR IT WILL BE YOUR HOME BASE FOR THE TIME BEING, AND CONTAINS MATERIALS VITAL TO YOU'RE SURVIVAL ON EARTH.

 

GOOD LUCK, YOUNG LILLITH

 

 

 

Rose groaned as she peeled herself away from the black leather that dug into her back. She patted behind herself, checking to see if she had lost any scales in the descent; Apparently so, considering she saw a couple shiny black disks jabbed into the seat. She smiled and chuckled a little, momentarily appreciating exactly how high strung she'd have to be to do that to seats designed specifically for orbital re-entry.

 

She tried to stand up and stretch, and yelped as her head hit roof. She groaned a little and look around for the light that woke her up, noticing the red holo-screen. She quickly skimmed the words, and muttered to herself.

"Figures."

 

She groped around a little in the relative darkness for a hatch, and felt a little elated when she found the little red handle. She tugged it up, momentarily pausing as the red holo-screen message changed to a warning about air pressures and sea landings. She grunted noncommitedly as she tugged the first door to the left, revealing a clear wall behind it. She looked out; she saw blue, which either meant she was looking at the Earth-sky at day, or she was under the water.

 

She shrugged and took another risk, hitting the depressurize switch. Were she far under water, doing that would cause the ship to crumble like a tin can. Seeing as she was still alive, she unhooked the rest of the safety measures before opening the door and taking her first taste of earth air.

 

she sputtered and hacked a little as the dirt and grit invaded her vulnerable lungs, coughing for several moments before her lungs got used to the dirty air. She found herself gasping for more air; the Dino orbital civilizations used filtered air, which is turned out, she had gotten used to. In the earth air, though, she could taste every grain of sand and silt that got into her chest.

 

She shook her head, feeling a little queasy at trying to stand, and pulled herself up through the top hatch, glancing around the crash site.

[Davok]

Rose

 

You appear to have landed in a wide field containing oddly shaped yellow flora. It wafted from the breeze, and the ones around you were knocked flat by the landing. In the distance you spy a grove of looming leafless trees and a small, still trout pond. Across the limitless span of wheat a bright light rose up across the horizon, indicating a city. As you get used to the terran atmosphere, the faint smell of cooked meat and pollution wafted through the breeze.

 

___________________

 

A metallic click echoed itself through the large expanse of the hull. A draconic shaped gargoyle stood arched over a causeway, it's craftmanship masterful in both it's design as if it was hammered through by claws of steel. A blue impression above it glowed a bright purple, and with a small click left the depression from which it stood. It surveyed the room, noting the empty or damaged capsules filed row by row. The rest of Hull Squadron will soon awaken.

 

Caliban left out a quiet nod in it's unpredictable mind. E59 was prepared and anxious for battle and D21 was getting prepared. D01 wished to kill his father in honorable battle, and training would be good for his overall morale. It was all going according to his Directives. With another quick, Caliban moved backwards, and back into the ship.

[fenrir]

It all happened in a flash. Jark's pod crashed with a large thud, it's hard metallic coating creating a hard impact with the lake water. As the pod churned in the abysmal death trap, Jark was planning his escape. It would be no problem for him to swim out, but his supplies would be destroyed. Annoyingly, as if mocking him, the screen illuminated in a bright red, with the message. In annoyance, he slammed his reptilian fist through it, destroying it.

 

"Stupid easy to break glass matter..." He muttered to himself. He decided it would be worth the risk, and he grasped the small handle to open the pod. It had a force open ready, so this was his chance. In a powerful swing, water escalated up and jumped through the surface of the water. As it landed, a large slap sound echoed through the chasm.

 

Looking off down into the water, Jark sat against the edge of the chasm. He had climbed in a matter of minutes, and was waiting for his scales to dry. "Stupid landing sequences... Stupid technology... Stupid pod..." He muttered unintelligibly, to himself.

[Crystal Alien]

Alaxor than looked to his meat, and it seemed to have crackled, and it was darkend around the edges. He let out a sigh while he took of the sticks from over the fire, and placed them onto a flat rock to his side. He than looked around for something to drink, when he noticed a small pound off to the side he gripped onto a wooden curved vine that looked like a bowl. He walked to the pound, scouping up the water, and walked back to the fire place where he placed it to the side. He took a chunk of meat, and ate a giant bit of it off from the meat slab. He smiled abit at how good it tasted to him. He noticed that he had to get a move on soon. He wasn't so much worryed about time, than what he would miss if he stayed. So he had ate his meat patiently eating by the fire, and taking sips from his vine bowl.

[fenrir]

((Bumpish post~))

 

Uncalled for, several objects flared across the sky. They were meteors of course, their target was unknown. In a matter of minutes, they were revealed. Big Ben, Eiffel Tower, even the Bermuda Triangle. They were all hit. Of course, as the government and other officials checked the spots, no trace of a meteor could be found. Odd? Or is an unknown force at work? The MiB were unaltered, and continued their search.

[Enrise]

--My character currently can do nothing at the moment. See:

Dracul stood easy' date=' taking his hand of the hilt. "Father. I will only fight you. I will not kill you where you sit. It is the only way. Otherwise, I feel that I have not defeated you." Dracul turned the other way, and noted, "When you are ready, send someone to get me. That way, I know I'll be ready. Unless, you are ready now?"

Dracul never wanted to kill someone without a fight. It was his way as a Sentinel of the Dragonoids. When he wanted to kill someone, fighting was the only solution. Kill them where they stood without a fight made him feel defeated instead.

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[fenrir]

((Forgot. Dx))

 

Dracul's father stood up. His aged hand reached to his right, and grabbed a pole that was attached to his throne. It was a white, Egyptian style pole. It seemed to split into three part, with energy connecting it. Dracul's father swung it at a high speed, and stepped towards Dracul.

 

----

 

Dominic sighed slightly in his Escalade. As it picked up speed in the small city, he reached in his pocket and brought out a cell phone. He dialed a number quickly, and waited.

[Davok]

One Mississippi.

 

Sweat dripped from the brow from a rugged, clean shaven man, his arms muscular and well built. His shoulders broadened, and he puffed in gasps of air as his thick soled boots pounded the blackened asphalt. Behind him the sound of pitch black tires screeched as it made a U-turn across the street. The man ran faster.

 

Two Mississippi.

 

Leaping out of the darkness erupted a second vehicle, it's black surface moving closer toward the man catapulting across the running man. He yelped and rolled to the side. The car turned, almost crashing into it's brother opposite it. The man ran off the road, into the bushes.

 

Three Mississippi.

 

A gas station loomed ahead, a beacon of hope among the ever consuming darkness. Light chased him, blinded him as he ran madly toward the settlement. The panting of dogs. The man ran faster, running a full on sprint. He burst through the door with amazing speed.

 

Four Mississippi.

 

Empty. The entire station was rid of employees, customers and the like. It was open 24/7. He heard a sudden ticking. In blind panic, he wrenched open a bag of Doritos. Within was a miniature bomb. The ticking suddenly escalated.

 

Five Mississippi.

 

Panicked, the man tried opening the door. It was locked from the outside. He tried the other doors, desperately trying them. They were all locked.

 

Six Mississippi.

 

"No..." The man pleaded, tears in his eyes, and shriveled to the ground. "No, no they have to know. They have to know." He wept, and suddenly found a camera looking in on his location. He jumped up to it, putting his face to it.

 

"You understand now what you did, you bastards! They're coming! They're coming and it's all you're fault!"

 

Seven Mississippi.

 

The ticking stopped.

 

The gas station went up in flames.

 

______________________________________________________

 

MiB

 

You're cell phones begin to vibrate, picking it up, you find a text from an anonymous caller.

 

Laukehill Base, Afghanistan. DISPATCH IMMEDIATELY

 

The text was immediately deleted from you're files.

 

_______________________________________________________

 

Bright purple light illuminated the frame of a door leading out of the hull, and clicked open. The bright round light activated also, and the calculated monotone of Caliban droned.

 

"Unit D01 is... busy with other matters. You both will be performing a Dual Mission immediately. Proceed to the Briefing Room."

[Enrise]

Dracul turned to his father, and grinned. "Finally. You accept the challenge after all." Placing his hand on the hilt, Dracul slowly drew the Diamanium, giving off a colorful yet cold-hearted shimmer as the light reflected off of the blade. He pointed the tip of the blade at his father, and shouted, "Father. Today, marks the end of your life. I hope you had a happy one, however, I also hope that you regret what you did. Any last words and notices you should let me know before you die?"

 

--Remember, his father killed Dracul's mother and lover.

[fenrir]

Dracul's father said nothing, and lunged at his son. The room seemed to come alive, as lights and screens turned on from the energy being radiated by their weapons.

 

--

 

Dilgear shrugged, before walking to a wall and grabbing a rifle of sorts. It looked similar to his armor, rusty, and with various pipes and other contraptions. He turned towards Eriawia. "Ready to go?" He asked.

[Naimo]

Eriawia was relieved to see they were ready. "Of course," she answered Dilgear. Without waiting for him, she moved to the door and opened it, stepping into the briefing room. Inside, she waited for Dilgear to hurry up and join her.

 

***

 

Varjak continued moving, his eyes glancing around. Hollander had fell silent; the Sorceror couldn't care. He just kept ahead, and wondered whether the other Viking would ever follow. He glanced around and saw just wilderness.

[Enrise]

Sidestep to his left and slashing downwards, Dracul forced the staff downwards, and spun clockwise, the blade ready to slice the back of his father.

*Flashback*

Dracul was holding a miniature sword of what was gold possibly, and was standing infront of his father. His father was holding the same staff as in present time. He looked at his son, and told him, "Today, I am going to teach you melee combat. I will only teach you the basics however, the rest, such as moves, and sword techniques. Those I believe are self taught, and because of that, no one can master it. Only you can master your own moves. No one else. So, are you ready my son?"

Dracul looked to his right, where he saw his mother, and his lover. He turned back to his father, and nodded.

*Flashback over*

[fenrir]

Dilgear blinked twice, but shrugged. He quickly followed Eriawia, entering the briefing room. "I wonder what's our mission going to be." He said suddenly, the door sliding open for them.

 

----

 

Had it not been for the father's back plates, he would of died there. Thankfully, he was an elder, and the sword easily bashed off his back. Spinning around, he brought the pole to the side of his son, making a sonic boom like noise. That indicated that he made a hit.

 

----

 

Holland was following the sorcerer, paying more attention to his surroundings. His half-mail rattled against the breeze, and he swore someone was following them. Alas, when he turned around to check, there was no one.

[Enrise]

After getting hit, Dracul quickly stuck the sword down into the ground so he would move from the spot. Easily taking it out, he jumped into a horizontal position. "20th Stance, Black Heaven's Strike!" The sword quickly sliced downward, also emitting black sparks from the speed of the strike.

[Naimo]

Eriawia saw Dilgear enter but said nothing. Her arms folded, she wondered when their brief would arrive. She hated waiting; waiting never got anyone anywhere. "Come on, when is it going to arrive?" she mumbled under her breath; hopefully Dilgear didn't catch any of that. She felt she was showing some kind of weakness.

 

***

 

Varjak stopped and turned around. He could see Hollander's expression. "What'd be the matter?" he asked. "Yer think somethin's following us, eh?" He gripped his staff-spear even tighter, until his knuckles began to turn white.

[Crystal Alien]

As Alaxor read the text on his phone. He knew he couldn't get there immeditly on horse back. So he dropped everything he had, and jumped onto the horse, and started to ride off towards where he was dispatched. He slammed his boots into the side of the horse which made it speed up, " Come on you have to go faster " Alaxor said to the horse. The horse sped up, and shot threw the woods, heading towards his marked spot.

[fenrir]

((Damn Davok not bumping.))

 

Dracul's father spun at the right time, the pole just barely blocking the strike. As it hit, both Dragonoids were flung back. Dracul's father took a deep breath, and then exhaled, a breeze of black flames flowing out of his mouth.

 

---

 

Dilgear sensed Eriawia's impatience. He didn't bother, and stood patiently. Several Eyefluffs seemed to hover around the room, taking snapshots and filming what was occurring.

 

---

 

Holland paused once more. "Bugbear." He muttered, and to his right a loud crash was heard.

[Naimo]

Varjak was quick to react. The ruby of his spear-staff glowed and a Seeker of Fire appeared beside him, its illuminating orange and red flames clearly ready to fight like Varjak. "Where abouts may it be, that bugbear?" he asked Holland, sounding as gruff as usual.

[Enrise]

Dracul stood up, and positioned himself. "Stance 15, Assassin's Rush!" he chanted in his mind, and dashing behind his father, and enchanted another move. "Stance 25, Vibrating Clash!" When he attacked his father, whether is was blocked by his armor or spear, vibrations would be sent to his body, paralyzing him.

[fenrir]

Holland grunted once, flicking his head to where that crashing noise had started. He moved his sword from it's previous position on his shoulder, and dropped it into the ground. As it stood there, Holland scanned the forest. "In front of us." Indeed there was a Bugbear. It crashed through more trees, and finally it appeared in front of them.

 

Bugbears were huge bears. Easily the size of a tank. Their paws are wider with much more claws. Bugbears have dark brown fur, with patches of moss, and a devilish face.

 

--

 

"Hm!" Dracul's father blocked the third attack. "You've learned nothing." He muttered, twirling his pole. "You really think that would affect me? Fool." As he stopped twirling, he slammed his pole into the ground. Coce #99, Death's Embrace. The energy that the pole had been emitting grew a black and collected around Dracul, forming a box-like prison.

[Naimo]

(OOC: quick question - do Sorcerors have to have summoned Seekers to perform magical attacks?)

 

"Back with ye, yer vile beast!" roared Varjak as he drew out his hammer from his belt. The Seeker charged forwards like a fireball, aiming to hit the Bugbear in the chest. Varjak dropped back slightly to give some more space so he could land a better aimed blow.

[Enrise]

"Please. You want me to use some of my strongest techniques against you?" Dracul took his sword, and chanted, "Stance 55, Prisonbreak!" He spun around countless times at a speed so great, breaking the entrapping cage. "Since you really wanted me to use them, use them I shall."

He dashed in front of his father, and stepped to his right, and chanted, "Stance 33, Strike of Third!" Three fast strikes charged at his father, and Dracul dashed behind him, and shouted, "Stance 2, Dance of the Dark!"

Black Energy blasted our of the Diamanium, surround both Dracul and his father, and covering everything in the room. "The final move, is a move you can never expect coming." Dracul warned. Stance 2, Dance of the Dark, was one of the techniques of the past hero's moves, one extremely hard to master. One had to concentrate on where his opponent is, and remember his surroundings.