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Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Nov 15, 2023 19:11:32 GMT
Tycho's entire body felt the ringing in his ears; a shock of the implant hardware outright failing. A scrawling error report flooded the Vlaka's minds-eye as he slowly regained some semblance of coherency, blinking through blurry vision to find himself lying doubled-over on the floor, staring at the eviscerated mass of one of the poor pirate elites from earlier, the thing's rifle still in what remained of its arms.
It was hard to feel anything but the pain in his ears. Everything felt dull, muffled. His inner-ear screamed and flailed for a sense of balance, and vertigo ripped up through the Vlaka's mind in a continual disorienting loop. With haggard breath, Tycho slowly crawled over to the elite, pried the energy rifle from its cold hands, and put everything he had into getting back up.
He would turn to find the monstrosity leaping at Eresh with a speed unlike anything he had ever seen before. There was only the option to let out a startled exclamation that cascaded up into a growl, as the Vlaka would lift the heavy weapon up to aim, slam two fingers over what he assumed to be the weapons trigger, and brace his body for the recoil.
"HEY FUCKER!" he roared, defiant to this thing as much as he was to his own body's pain.
Lemon stared at the thing's exposed cranium for a couple moments as she watched the combat in surreal silence, looking for an opening. She reached back to her envenomed knife, seeing an opportunity in the creature's cracked head. She thought a quick warning at Eresh, wouldn't do to stick him with all those neurotoxins.
[Watch Out, Knife Incoming, Target Abomination]
Pulling her hand back she grabbed it with her telekinesis and floated it in front of her face to line up the shot. She'd thrown shit like this before, but it was tiring and this wasn't messing with darts at a bar. Mustering her self, she pushed on the blade and tried to guide it directly to what she assumed was the monster's brain.
Eresh hissed as his rounds struck the abomination, hand gripping his pistol so tightly he was almost certain he would damage the weapon if it wasn’t built to be used by beings his size; some even larger than himself. All the while he could only rant in his own head- so consumed by rage that he didn’t even realize that the call to rip the creature apart, to slaughter the others of its ilk til nothing remained but strips of shorn viscera and splintered bone was not his own thoughts, but outside impulses. Impressions. What he did notice, however, was the abomination suddenly lunging at him.
Ordinarily he would’ve either darted to the side or backpedaled to avoid the attack before retaliating, doing whatever he could to prevent to monster from getting hold on him: his misadventures with Ha’chidari on that gods-forsaken planet had taught him a valuable lesson on the importance of preventing unknown aliens from getting too close. But this situation was different.. honor could not allow him to behave so meekly. The creature had to be brought to justice. The Chozo of this plagued planet deserved that much.
But the rage that kept building, the mantra of retribution and vengeance in his mind that played over and again.. ever louder.. it was a melody he could not ignore either. A split second before that bastardized approximation of a beak pierced the shield and armor that separated his throat from it- his arms snapped forward and slammed into the hybridized pirates malformed shoulders and surprising.. almost miraculously was able to not only stop the attack.. but halt the preternaturally fast and strong beast in its very tracks.. holding it in place with a primal.. almost feral avian scream of fury leaving Eresh.
A scream that had the silent echo of wrathful ghosts within it.
He barely even registered that Tycho had fired his weapon at the creature, so singular was his focus on holding the mutant Kromun in place- the rancorous chorus in his ears baying for blood and satisfaction. Kill it, Rend it’s very limbs and beat the abhorrent mockery to death with them! Split it open and strangle it with its own entrails —!
Lemon’s own psychic warning sang over the din, snapping him back to reality just in time for him to glare into the pirate’s eyes.. and shove it backwards. Right into the path of her knife.
URA MAR ILI AS'RÁM. URA'MAHÀR TANÚMAR HABÁR BÓK URA OM.
The abomination laughed as it engaged with Eresh, stopped only a split second before its split jaw could snap at the mawkin mercenary. Somehow, all this seemed little more than a game to the unholy splice of Kromus and Chozo genes. Even as the mawkin managed, just barely, to catch it in a grapple, the monstrous being hissed in amusement, struggling with him as he tried to force it around. A plasmic discharge cracked the air, tearing through its shoulder and setting off the flickering field of light that absorbed the residual heat from affecting the armored mercenary.
And yet, in spite of the injury and pain it had doubtlessly inflicted, the genetic abomination just gnashed at Eresh, focusing its energies on him even as he fought to overpower it. And then, the mawkin gave a steeled expression, before managing to force the kromus horror to turn, and pushed it hard right into the incoming knife that narrowly made its mark and slipped through the exposed mass of tissue to embed itself within the monstrosity's skull. Its jaws shuddered, eyes widened in an expression of shock as the monstrosity ceased struggling against Eresh. Its body seemed to go rigid, not even appearing to breath in the wake of the knife making its mark.
And then it went slack against the Mawkin, four meters and several hundred kilograms becoming deadweight while the split lower jaw hung lifeless and allowed a split tongue to drop and hang. Its sets of eyes rolled back, and yet, despite it all, the creature still seemed to be smiling as the last signs of life left its body.
Eresh would stand there, breathing heavily for several seconds as the beast collapsed from the toxic knife- seemingly vanquished. This should’ve been the end of it, all that was needed was one final conversation with the Chozo to receive their last testament.. and then they would be gone. Gone.. but not entirely forgotten. But instead the rage persisted.. the disgust.. the righteous hatred for the abomination that now seemed to be alarmingly more than his own feelings. Bringing his Catalyst blade to bear once again he strode to the fallen hybrid pirate and swung his sword down atop the creature- and again.. again..
He chopped at the beast almost two dozen times, his movements harsh, brutal as he finally managed to hack the … thing.. into a number of pieces, before then stomping on the remains.. muttering and cursing in Chozia that wasn’t quite the same dialect as before.. the translators having a bit more trouble discerning words now. But like a switch was thrown.. he suddenly stopped mid stomp; seemingly perplexed by what he had just been doing.
Post by Lemon Jankins on Dec 14, 2023 18:00:45 GMT
The sudden cessation of combat brought a bit of relief to Lemon's face, the strain draining away for some moments. She breathed a few seconds before clutching her head, a rising wave of pain crashing over her as the mental exertion finally caught up to her with a vengeance. She stumbled forward a little before flopping on the ground, as unconsciousness claimed her. Unfortunately, she was unable to keep the pain private, what with being incapable of thinking, and a slightly dulled impression would leak into the surroundings.
----- Laying in a void she felt herself flying apart, bits cast away to make stars glinting in the distance. Just as quickly, it all came crushing back together, being compressed into a single point, only to rebound and start the cycle again. There was no chance to scream.
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Dec 22, 2023 9:53:26 GMT
When Eresh would "come-to" from his battle rage, the first thing the Mawkin would see would be Tycho standing ahead of him, staring at him with a look somewhere between awe and impatience, yellow eyes shining in the dim light. With Lemon's unconscious body slung over his shoulder and the still-smoking Kromus plasma rifle held in the other hand, the Vlaka's eyes would have to convey most of his emotions, giving his disposition a particular intensity.
Makoto's unconscious body lay against the wall just to his right, having been carefully dragged there. Blood dripped ominously from the phantom thief's ears.
"... Long enough." A head tilt. "Are you good, feathers? Now's not the time to dorph out on me here, man... it's just you and me." A small shift of weight to his left shoulder, one claw idly tapping on Lemon's unconscious form. "Lemon's out cold. I think she pushed her limits, or... something. Queen's down too-- I think that... screech, whatever it was, must've knocked her out. Both seem under pretty deep, but we don't have time to wait and see... we need to delta. Now."
Eresh would turn his attention to Tycho, and then the unconscious Queen with a moment of contemplation before sighing. “Apologies. This place, this entire situation..has affected more than I thought.” He said as he gingerly lifted the human off the ground and slung her over his shoulder. It was high time that they left.
However..
He then walked to Dri-maka’s cell and quietly placed his hand upon the glass, fingers out stretched. A long moment would pass before he softly would speak.
“May the ancestors judge you accordingly, old one. But may they also offer mercy to those who truly deserve it.”
URA MAR ILI AS'RÁM. URA'MAHÀR TANÚMAR HABÁR BÓK URA OM.
Drí-máka would shake her head as she watched the still standing mercenaries as they carried their unconscious companions. "Mercy must be saved for you. You all must flee this place. I had not expected the stars to collapse this quickly. I never would have asked this of you if I had known." Her amber glowing eyes turned toward Eresh, regarding the mawkin with sympathy and worry. "Your tribe must not repeat our folly, young one. If any of the Thó'ha tribes still live as you've suggested, make sure they are told of what happened here. Our sins must not be repeated, no matter how much we had intentions of salvation for our fellows."
Her eyes looked toward the exit, to the lift that awaited past the dead kromun abomination. “The stars will clean away what the Kromus have done, what these misguided humans have done, and our own trespasses. But you all must go, now!”
And then the two bounty hunters still able to move could feel something in their minds. A gripping pressure, a spiking hot anger. It was strange to the Vlaka, but the Mawkin would recognize it all too well. The voice that had pushed him earlier, the infinite rage that had driven him.
“It will be done, they will know what happened here.” He then paused. Should he tell her about Maru’s work- his light for the future? He decided that despite her crimes she deserved that solace at least. “Hope isn’t lost, there is a future for the Tho’ha tribes. Her name is Varia, daughter of Maru.” Eresh said with a bit of muted pride. This feeling would be short lived as that alien fury burned in his chest once again.. and he felt himself primed for battle once again.
“Right. Tycho, with me. Your story won’t be forgotten Dri-maka.. by my honor as a son of the Mawkin I will ensure it won’t.”
And then without another word he turned.. and began running down the hall, vaulting over the dead with each stride. “Come, Tycho!”
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Dec 31, 2023 5:42:54 GMT
Tycho lingered for a moment too long, locking eyes with Drí-máka through the cell's window. There was nothing left to say, for as much as he wished he could find the words to articulate how he felt... and it wasn't like much could be done for these Chozo now, either way. A waste of life, now total.
He would say nothing, simply slowly turning to head down the hallway after his ally.
A few steps in, the Vlaka would feel the weight of what he carried. The Kromus rifle was heavy, cumbersome, and difficult enough as it was to carry with only one hand. He looked down it for a moment as he picked up the pace, shifted Lemon's unconscious form on his shoulder, and let out a low sigh. The weapon would be cast aside, hitting the concrete with a heavy crunch, as he'd take off after Eresh with a better pace.
URA MAR ILI AS'RÁM. URA'MAHÀR TANÚMAR HABÁR BÓK URA OM.
“Alert. Contact lost with primary solar observation platform. Estimated three hours until gamma ray burst reaches Auriga surface. Please evacuate the planet.”
Half an hour lost as the lift would return the pair and their cargo to the main level of the sanctum. As they hurried to get back to the main lift that would return them to the surface, they could feel the presence pressing on their minds, following their path, peering into their thoughts. It was fury, anger…yet somehow still alien to them.
“They must pay, they must suffer! All the pain they inflicted! All the pain we have endured! Everything must rip and tear! Rend and shatter! Everything will burn!”
The lift awaited them, even as the presence was echoing into their minds from the void. It could sense them fleeing from the treetop city, the long descent back to Tchernobog as kilometers were traversed. The lift continued to accelerate, as if sensing the dire situation that approached. By the time they arrived at the base of the tree again, another warning echoed over the speakers.
“Inner system satellites have ceased communication. One hour and thirty minutes until gamma ray burst reaches planet surface. Evacuate Auriga at once. Repeat. One hour and thirty minutes until gamma ray burst reaches planet surface. All personnel evacuate.”
There was no time for delay. They had to run, carrying their unconscious fellows to the launch pad where their own vessels awaited them. The eerie lack of any wildlife still remained as they hurried to the tunnel that would return them to the Faro Industries facility in Pendulu Moda, and their escape from the system before it was wiped out.
The doors that led back into Pendulu Moda, as they approached, were revealed to have been pried open, beaten inward by some horrific force. Smears of fresh blood streaked the metal plates and the floor as the two tall mercenaries would make their way into the corridor. Blood and bits of flesh. A human hand lay in a corner, still oozing blood to reveal it was a relatively fresh kill.
Someone had tried to make their way to the landing pad, and whatever they had encountered had been brutal, vicious…
And then roar echoed from down the hall where the lift shaft awaited them. Another warning. An hour remaining. They had to leave now.
The baying of wolves echoed through the gnarled wood of the dark halls she found herself scattered in. Gazing out a hundred eyes she bent over and vomited fifty puddles of black bile that sizzled upon the roots that made up the floors, the disorientation too much to handle. She felt a stabbing pain around her neck as a dozen of the nauseating facets of the kaleidoscope went dark and everything reoriented. Hearing the skittering of claws on wood from too many directions she lashed out blindly, unable to differentiate which point of view was which. More facets went dark and were swallowed by the others, the pain was everywhere. Running down the hallways she ran into walls, fell into pits, tripped over her own savaged remains, and even ran into herself a few times, each new fatality reducing the load on her awareness while inflicting novel pains. ----- Lemon's limp form hanging over Tycho's shoulder occasionally twitched, but otherwise showed little sign of life aside from continued breathing and a pulse.
He could feel it again, pecking at the back of his perception like a hundred bloodied beaks they were all shrieking the same chorus of rage and vengeance. Eresh would do his best to ignore the cacophony, focus on escaping with the unconscious human on his shoulder, but even then he would still mutter a quiet war-chant to himself in order to appease the insensate spirits.
“Power Is Everything; The scything claws of the Muzby The ferocious leap of the Yampa We Mawkin best these mighty animals with our talons and spears; We prove to the Gods our strength culls all rival predators.”
As the remaining two hunters continued their flight towards salvation, and the bloodlust continued to bubble he continued.
“Power Is Everything; Burning sands and lava flows Frozen tundra and roiling sea We Mawkin conquer the land with our intellect and tenacity; We prove to the Ancestors that their lessons have never been abandoned.”
When the signs of some horrific slaughter took place, and the howls of some unearthly beast filled the halls.. he steeled himself and recited the last cadence of the Chant.
“Power Is Everything; By sword and shield By blood and oath We Mawkin strive to always grow through strife and victory; We prove to ourselves that Everything grants us Power!”
Tycho was merely strides behind him now, and he suddenly stopped and held his hand out, attempting to halt him. Whatever was ahead of them.. they needed a plan.
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Jan 6, 2024 23:50:45 GMT
Tycho could feel the thick stench of his own blood in his nose. It was becoming harder and harder to ignore whatever was roaring in his own mind, even harder still to feel how that voice seem to symphonize perfectly with the Vlaka's hammering heart. It didn't mean much to him beyond the spikes of fear and adrenaline it drove into his soul. He already felt a quiet, quelled rage for how this whole ordeal had turned out for the people here, and a voice inside his head calling for such vengeful slaughter wasn't helping those feelings to stay down. He could still see the looks on their faces, those emaciated forms locked in their own captivity, that... resignation.
It was anathema to his spirit. Tycho knew they had their reasons, but that did little to stop him from hating them all the same.
Waste. Of. Life.
Eresh's chanting was actually doing wonders from keeping Tycho's attention off of his own mind, for as much he doubted it was something he was meant to hear. It made the resistance of a rage that didn't quite feel like his own just that little bit easier, enough to resist what might dull the senses. He could spot the blood on the halls as they barreled past the fresh corpse, smell the fresh blood that wasn't his, and hear a terrible how that he knew was real.
The Vlaka skidded to a stop just short of the Chozo's outstretched arm, drawing his handcannon with his free hand... feeling that warm hum in his hands, seeing a flashing memory of a city of gold. Cautiously his focus would fall back into place.
"Well...?" He asked between slow, heavy panting... "What're we waiting for?" His eyes would flick from the hallway ahead to his ally, adjusting the grip of the gun in his hand...
