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Post by Invader TAK on Sept 20, 2013 22:21:45 GMT -6
Since the old topic had to be nuked, I figure I'll be the one to start things off. This time, the Lizodians will not go soft. That said, let's get started. The Lizodian Empire. In most universes, it is a benevolent kingdom spanning not just other planets but also other realms. In this one, that couldn't be farther from the truth. Here, they're the most vile empire around. Perhaps worse than this universe's versions of the Sagrotan and the Underworld Horde. For example, this version of the Lizodian Empire will conquer any world. Any. Observe. Canterlot Castle, Equestria*the doors to Celestia's throne room are thrust open as a small army of Lizodians rushes in, followed by two beings dressed in royal regalia, one male and one female* Celestia: *fires a blast of magic out of her horn at the beings, only for it to be reflected* Give up, lizard! Equestria will never bow to you! Male: My dear Celestia, take a look around you. My forces have already taken the surrounding areas. Once you fall, all will kneel before Reptilius Scalzar! Celestia: You're wrong! The Elements of Harmony will stop you! Reptilius: Elements of Harmony? *turns to the female at his side* Did you get that, Ariel? Ariel: Yeah, what a ridiculous sentiment. Celestia: You may scoff now, but once Elements of Harmony are united, your empire is finished! Reptilius: *changes his tone* You want your precious Elements of Harmony? Here you are. *snaps fingers* *suddenly out of darkness appear six alicorns, each adorned with battle armor* Celestia: No... it's not possible... Reptilius: As you can see, the Elements of Harmony are no more. I'm quite pleased with how they turned out. Celestia: Everypony, snap out of it! Please! For Equestria! Reptilius: Try all you wish, you won't get through to them. Ariel: Yes, they have been fully turned. Celestia: How could you... Reptilius: One by one, they fell easily to the power of darkness. However, that isn't even the best part. Celestia: What else have you done? Reptilius: Oh, you want to see for your self? *chuckles as this starts* Very well. Watch as all hope around you is forever eclipsed by despair! *snaps fingers again* *a dark vortex begins swirling in between Reptilius and Celestia, revealing a seventh alicorn who begins laughing* Celestia: LUNA! NO! Reptilius: After the Elements were turned, it wasn't long before we were able to get Nightmare Moon to return. *chuckles* You should have seen the look on Luna's face as she turned. Celestia: YOU MONSTER! *charges toward Reptilius* Nightmare Moon: *blasts Celestia with magic, knocking her down to the ground* Reptilius: Now to finish this. Girls, hold her. *the corrupted Mane Six hold Celestia with magic* Twilight: It's over, Princess. You've lost. Reptilius: *walks up to Celestia as darkness forms in his hand* This won't take long. Celestia: No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Dimensional Monitoring, Lizodia Island, EarthLizodian: If you don't mind me asking, General, why the hell did we go for that damn pony realm? Lizodian General: To make a statement. To show that Lizodia is not soft. It doesn't matter what inhabits a planet or realm, if it can be of any use to the Empire, we'll come for it. Lizodian: So, why ponies? Lizodian General: Because that realm is filled to the brim with magical creatures such as said ponies. Such creatures will be very useful in bolstering our military might. Lizodian: Very well... Lizodian General: Trust the Emperor. He knows what he's doing. Lizodian: Yes, of course. (Trivia: This was one of my original ideas for Forsaken Dimension. I was convinced to abandon it before. But this time, I'm through being soft.)
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Post by Spectre on Sept 21, 2013 10:12:31 GMT -6
Within a thickly forested, cold northern region of the netherworld...
A society of demons have made a vast, but well hidden city, mainly humanoid in appearance. It is a bastion for a race of pale-skinned humanoid demons, their culture seeming eastern. Their architecture is constructed within mountains and underneath the ground to avoid arousing the suspicion of other nearby clans.
There is a massive oriental-styled shrine atop a great, forested mountain though. Externally, it looks desolate. The doors and windows are barred. However, inside, there are entrances going to and fro the shrine inside, tunneled through the mountains. The inside of the shrine is very well taken care of, and within the center of the shrine, a huge, frosted vault is present. Spanning hundreds of feet across. The shrine room is tremendous with an incredibly high ceiling. The top of the ceiling is made into a see-through dome of sorts, made of an enchanted viel that prevents outsiders from seeing within.
The northern lights are unusually pronounced, shining in a myriad of colors and focusing over the area.
Miko:*Sweeping the floor*....My, I’ve never seen the lights so brilliant.
Priest:I am unnerved...As incredible as they look, this cannot b a natural phenomenon. I fear some form of sorcery is at work.
Miko:But sort of black magic would create something as simple and beautiful as the northern lights?
Priest:They simply came out of nowhere, and have been hovering overhead the past half hour. I sense something is moving amongst the light, something we cannot see with our naked eyes...
Miko:*looks up curiously*
A loud roar echoes from the sky, the sound of a deafening, ground-shaking thunderclap is heard with it as a blinding flash turns everything white.
Lightning begins to flash violently from the sky, striking numerous buildings and causing fires to erupt throughout the city.
Priest:!!!!
Miko:Out of the blue!?
Solid white clouds form within the center of the lights, and a white twister descends. It's cylinderical in shape, and expands as another roar is heard, followed by another barrage of lightning.
A pair of massive, green leathery wings lashes from the center of the twister, they flap once, dispersing it into smaller twisters. They hover throughout the city as they shrink, wreaking havoc.
The tornado dispersing reveals a tremendous dragon has descended from the clouds. It’s a massive, European dragon in build. With heavily armored deep emerald colored scales and a silver, armored underbelly, large bone-like plates fortify its shoulders and joints. Large, silver, metallic spikes jut out from every plate, and each scale possesses a razor sharp sheen and ends with two spines. It’s neck is rather long, it has spines trailing it’s jawline, getting thicker as it reaches the side of its head, and a trail of silver spines forms a “moustache and sideburns” from the bottom of its snout leading up to the top of its head, forming a long ridge of thin, blade-like spines that trail down it’s back and end in a pair of crescent blades protruding from the sides of it’s tail. It’s limbs are powerfully built, and it’s claws share the same sheen as it’s armored plates, It stands half as large as the palace on all fours. It’s eyes are yellow and do not possess pupils. On top of its head is a large, sharp, pair of twelve-pointed antlers, silver in color. Light reflects from its pure white form. The metallic sheen of it’s body reflecting light in numerous tints, sometimes it vanishes in a distorted blink due to the northern lights reflecting off of it’s scales. It’s half as large as the great shrine.
The dragon lands on the side of the mountain, digging it’s toe claws in to keep balanced, using its foreclaws to tear into the shrine. The priests and mikos scatter.
Head Priest:*Elderly, bearded demon, wears his hair in a ponytail* !?
Dragon:*Growls as he darts his eyes towards the vault*
The dragon forces himself into the shrine, the priests unarmed and unprepared to face him. He ignores them mostly, and focuses on the fault, He grips the handle on it, and attempts to unseal it.
An unbearable screech is heard as he slowly forces the handle to rotate. He blasts a pair of lightning streams from his eyes onto the vault, causing the ice to melt. It gives away easier, he eventually opens it, and dives inside.
It goes down thousands of feet. Eventually the dragon arrives at a massive, grey, frozen rock.
Dragon:*growls furiously as he paces around the mass, looking down upon it*....
He calls down more lightning to strike the rock. The barrage is tremendous, engulfing the entire region in a flashing, blinding light.
The rock begins to heat up from the constant lightning strikes. Glowing an intense orange. The heat becomes sweldering, causing the air to distort and shimmer. Snow melts from the mountains.
The earth rumbles.
A massive set of jet-black claws juts up through the rock. They’re enormous and hooked.
They rake through the mass, another claw appears, and they slice through it swiftly. orange, glowing eyes shine from the inside of the mass. A earsplitting roar is heard as a massive fist punches off the top of the cocoon.
Dragon:*Steps back and folds it’s wings, bowing down as if in the presence of royalty*
The earth tremors.
A gigantic, smoke bellowing monster emerges as fire jets up from the cocoon. The beast is colossal in size, dwarfing even the dragon that unleashed it, being nearly three times its size. It’s built like a juggernaut, with thick limbs, and covered in dark fur. The beast is reminiscent of an incredibly stout, dark purple(Nearly black) coarse-furred lion with a pair of massive, black, bull-like horns protruding from its head with notable length, going past it’s nose, Its mouth has a set of black external teeth, and its internal teeth being white in color, and much larger and numerous. The inside of its mouth is such a dark shade of red it may as well be black, and it’s tongue is pitch black with a very rough looking texture. Its tail is thick, and a trail of black spines exits the mane at the base of his neck and travels down his tail.
The monster casts a shadow over the entire city, and roars.
Another follows. It’s only twice the size of the dragon, but nonetheless massive. It’s a female looking beast of the same species as the titan that just emerged. It’s fur is less coarse, it’s mane thicker and more feminine, and it’s back is trailed with a lighter shade of purple fur that ends in a tail tuft. It’s more cat-like and less stout than the male counterpart. It possesses black, external fangs, but not an entire set of external teeth like the male. Her eyes are a lighter orange color.
Dragon:...My lord and lady, Spectre and Spectra.....You grace my presence once more...
Spectre(Male):....*growls*...Nidhogg? My old and loyal friend! *grabs him up in one arm and hugs him* How long has it been? *puts him down*
Nidhogg:You’ve slept for countless millennia. Empires have risen and fallen, mankind has filled earth as imagined, and the universe has changed greatly in your absence.
Spectra(female):*Yawns and stretches*
Spectre:*turns around and widens his eyes* Oh, my love!!!!
He dashes into her and embraces her, they cuddle very lovingly and tumble around slightly, demolishing some buildings, landing with Spectra on top.
Spectra:*licks the side of Spectre’s face* My mate! We’re alive!!!
Spectre:Nidhogg has saved us both...
Spectra picks up Nidhogg and hugs him.
Spectra:Oh Nidhogg! You’ve always been so good to us! How can we possibly repay you?
Nidhogg:By resuming your rule, my lady. I only wish you see your kingdom strive again.
Spectra:So modest....
Spectre:You’re family to us Nidhogg. There is no need for formality.
Nidhogg:*growls* Old habits die hard.
Spectre:...Where are we?
Nidhogg: You are in the netherworld, master. The land between hell and earth. When you and lady Spectra sealed yourselves to avoid destruction during the Purge you were moved from earth and banished deep down here, in the netherworld, frozen in time.
Spectre:*snarls and looks around* I’m starved...
Spectra:...*Notices a nearby Miko, lapping her up with her tongue*
The two monsters leap out of the shrine and crash into the hidden city below. The begin to run around rapidly, swiftly devouring any living thing they can get their jaws on, and nonliving. Trees and some buildings are consumed by them, often swallowed whole. The rampage is incredibly fast and brutal, the village barely gets any time to react. In the course of about 20 minutes, the entire society has been destroyed, massive craters decorate the earth where they have dug down into the underground portions of the society seeking prey, there are almost no living beings left.
Spectre mounts Spectra, they growl seductively at eachother.
Nidhogg:*Descends* Hmmm....Pardon me, but would you prefer a bit more privacy before mating randomly?
Spectra:...Don’t see why we’d need it, we’ve killed nearly everything here.
Spectre:Besides you of course, but honestly we don’t care.
Nidhogg:What I meant to imply was, I have a palace prepared for you. Deep in the Underworld, the region between hell and the netherworld. Gnarl and the rest of the minions await you.
Spectre:...Hmmm....*gets off Spectra* Gnarl, still around is he?
Spectra:*Shakes herself off, puffing out her fur* Alright then.
Nidhogg:Good...You’ll need to shrink down a bit, though. Recall the hominid forms you were able to take?
Spectre:The ones our kind takes to conserve energy?
Nidhogg:Yes...In order to get around properly, you’ll want to shrink down to get through the castle with ease.
Spectre:If you insist.
Nidhogg:*Shrinks down into the form of a 12-foot tall green Disgaea-style dragon, only it’s much more spikey and menacing, revealing Nidhogg is Dwagon.* Very good.
The two shrink.
Nidhogg:*hands them both a gauntlet, both of them being very large, but one of them massive and meant for a very thick arm* Here, put these on.
The two grab the gauntlets, and are immediately covered in armor. Spectre Is 10 feet tall, and shielded completely minus the face in a very robust, thick looking dark silver sauron-like armor. The cape is tattered and purple in color. His eyes glow from inside of it.
Spectra is 8 feet tall, and wears a more burlesque set of armor, somewhat resembling a female heavy knight from Disgaea, only less of a beanpole and somewhat muscular. Her armor is also a dark silver color, and possesses a long loincloth that covers her back and front, using the same purple fabric. She has yellow eyes with red irises, and has a pair of black horns on her head that somewhat resemble a “laurel wreath” in shape.
Spectre:Do the gauntlets still work the same way as always?
Nidhogg:Yes. Simply focus. I will guide you both. *Puts his arms on their shoulders*
The three vanishes.
Deep in the Underworld, numerous miles beneath the netherworld, a blindingly massive cavern is seen. A endless sea of lava bolsters beneath it.
Within the center is a massive series of floating islands. Dotted with countless cave-like dwellings and huts. Thousands of minions of all four varieties dwell throughout them. The Constructs become larger as they approach the center, and in the dead middle a gigantic, obsidian castle towers above the villages. It’s a massive tower, with four towers half it’s size branching from the center connected by bridges, and even smaller towers branch from those.
Upon a balcony leading to the mid-height of the central tower, a large pool of glowing water ripples with magic. Gnarl stands beside the pool, rubbing his hands together nervously.
Nidhogg, Spectre, and Spectra rise from the pool and step onto the balcony.
Gnarl:OH SIRE!!! MISTRESS SPECTRA!! *leaps up onto Spectra, snuggling his head in her bosom* It’s so wonderful to have you back! I can hardly believe my eyes!
Spectre:*pets Gnarl* It’s good to see you too Gnarl!
Spectre:Robust old fellow, aren’t you? Still alive?
Gnarl:Not as spry as I once was, but yes! After that horrible purge we were all driven down here into hiding! Thankfully under Nidhoggs leadership we managed to form a new kingdom, while it pales in comparison to our old home on Eden, it’s still quite cozy.
Spectre:I’ll say...You’ve must have broken your backs getting all this to work.
Gnarl:Many minions gladly died in building a new home, awaiting our lords to return! Mortis still has the spirits swimming about the place. MINIONS!! THE OVERLORDS HAVE RETURNED!!!!
The castle shakes.
Thousands upon thousands of minions screech, cackle, and growl as they stream down to greet their master, they cling to him like children reunite with a long-lost parent.
Spectre:Still loyal to us after all this time....
Nidhogg:I’ve stayed up day and night for many millennia, sailing across dimension after dimension trying to learn where you were sealed..To think it was in the netherworld the entire time. I am disgraced, but glad I managed to find you.
Gnarl:Indeed, the old lizard’s been very persistant in trying to find you! *gives Nidhogg a friendly punch on the knee, then retracts his hand, shaking it in pain*
Spectre:I’m proud of you, Nidhogg. You have our eternal gratitude.
Nidhogg:*nods* You are too kind, my master.
Spectre:*sigh* Again with the formality.
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Post by Invader TAK on Sept 21, 2013 19:27:03 GMT -6
Canterlot Castle
*Celestia is seen kneeling before Reptilius, she is now wearing armor similar to Nightmare Moon's, it is clear she too has been corrupted* Reptilius: From this moment forth, you will known as Solar Flare. Now rise. Solar Flare: *does* It will be a pleasure to serve you, my Emperor. Reptilius: Now, where shall we go next? Solar Flare: The Crystal Empire continues to resist. Reptilius: Ah, yes. Princess Cadance will prove to be a challenge. Hopefully her power over love won't be a pain in the ass. Ariel: I doubt any amount of love magic could undo what we've done with these eight. Reptilius: As do I, but we can't be too careful. We might need to send the Changelings in ahead of us. Solar Flare: Good thinking. Nightmare Moon: Yes, Chrysalis would love nothing more than to exact revenge against the Crystal Princess. Reptilius: I couldn't agree more. Twilight: My Emperor, could you allow me to deal with the Crystal Prince? Reptilius: You know, that is a wonderful idea. It's amazing how easily one can break when forced to fight a family member. Nightmare Moon: Something I know all too well. *looks at Solar Flare and chuckles* Solar Flare: Quiet, you. Ariel: Yeah, I know that as well. Reptilius: Anyway, we really should get going. Rarity: I have one question before we go, my Emperor. Reptilius: What is it? Rarity: Will we be getting new names as Nightmare Moon and Solar Flare have? It seems like quite a pity to have to stick with the names from our past lives. Reptilius: I'll give you new names after we deal with the Crystal Empire. Maybe I can even arrange for each of you to get a castle. Rarity: That would be lovely! Reptilius: Alright then, let's get a move on! I have just the thing to hit them with first. *evil grin*
Crystal Empire Palace Balcony
Cadance: I hope everything is alright in Canterlot. Shining Armor: So do I. I hope the lizards haven't done anything to the princesses, or to Twilight. Guard Pony: *runs up* My Princess, my Prince! I brings news from Canterlot! Cadance: Is everything alright? Guard Pony: *lowers head* Canterlot has fallen... Cadance: No... Did anypony make it out? Guard Pony: Yes, but only a few made it out. Shining Armor: Did Princess Celestia and Princess Luna make it as well? Guard Pony: I'm not sure, but it doesn't look good. Cadance: What about the bearers of the Elements of Harmony? Did they? Guard Pony: They appear to have been wiped out. Cadance: No... *starts tearing up* Shining Armor: Twilight... *suddenly a large purple and green dragon is seen flying toward the palace, with the populace erupting in a panic* Guard Pony: My Princess... what does that dragon want? Cadance: Wait, that dragon seems familiar... Dragon: *stops just in front of Cadance and Shining Armor and is flapping its wings* Shining Armor: Is that... Cadance: Spike? What happened to you? Spike: *roars* Shining Armor: He's not talking... Cadance: Is everything alright, Spike? Spike: *opens his mouth and releases a stream of fire at Cadance and Shining Armor*
(Just a note: Don't get used to cliffhangers every post. This isn't Code Geass R2.)
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Post by Invader TAK on Sept 23, 2013 21:54:54 GMT -6
*Spike lets up on the fire, after which the smoke clears revealing Cadance, Shining Armor and the Guard Pony still standing* Cadance: *is in shock* No... not Spike... Shining Armor: SPIKE! WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU? Spike: *answers in a dark voice* I serve the Lizodians now. If you value your lives, you will submit as the others have. Shining Armor: What others? What happened to Princess Celestia and Luna? What happened to Twilight and her friends? Spike: You will find out soon enough. Cadance: *jumps up* SNAP OUT OF IT, SPIKE! *uses her power over love on Spike then lands* Spike: *is just flying there, unaffected* Was that a serious attempt? *slashes at Cadance* Cadance: *jumps out of the way* Unknown Being: GET AWAY FROM MY BROTHER! Spike: What? (There you are...) *Twilight comes into view, seemingly normal with no wings* Shining Armor: Twilight! Twilight: What's gotten into you, Spike? How dare you try to roast my brother and sister-in-law! Spike: (Guess we'll be playing along for a bit.) Sorry, Twilight. But it's not the same anymore. I now serve the Lizodians. Twilight: The Lizodians? How could you side with those monsters? Didn't you see what they did to Canterlot? I barely got away! Guard Pony: Can we talk later! A changeling army is approaching! Shining Armor: Where did you see changelings? Guard Pony: Actually, let me correct myself. *transforms, revealing he was a changeling all along* We're already here! Cadance: Oh no! Spike: *flies away from the palace and breaths fire into the air* Changling: There's the signal. Shining Armor: Signal? *suddenly changelings appear all over the place* Shining Armor: Twilight, Cadance! Let's get out of here! I think they're with the lizards! Twilight: Sorry, brother. I can't do that. Shining Armor: What? Why not? Cadance: What's going on, Twilight? Twilight: It's because... *a dark vortex briefly forms around her, revealing her true corrupted form when it vanishes* I'm with the Lizodians as well. Cadance: Twilight... Why...? Shining Armor: Twilight, how could you? How could you betray Equestria!? Betray Cadance, betray me! Twilight: Simple. *summons a sword that she obviously holds using magic* The Lizodians have given us more power than we ever had with the Elements of Harmony! *swings at Shining Armor* Shining Armor: *jumps back* "Us?" You don't mean... Twilight: Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity, even Princess Celestia and Luna. We all serve Lizodia now. Cadance: No... It can't be... Another Unknown Being: Yes, it's quite lovely, wouldn't you say? Cadance: That voice... CHRYSALIS! Chrysalis: *comes into view* It's been a while, Princess. You don't look so well. Twilight: About time you showed up, Chrysalis. Chrysalis: Oh you know I like to make an entrance. Remember the wedding? Twilight: Yeah, you always were a show off. Shining Armor: So the Changelings are with the lizards... Chrysalis: Yes, we are. The Lizodians have treated us quite well. Cadance: This isn't happening, this has to be a horrible nightmare! Shining Armor: I wish it was. But she's gone, they're all gone... Chrysalis: Now then, Twilight. You deal with Shining Armor, I'll handle Cadance. Twilight: Fine by me. Just keep her alive, Emperor's orders.
(I'll save the fight for the next post)
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Post by Shadow Scryer on Sept 24, 2013 3:54:10 GMT -6
Scryer: *Watching a… an unusual video of Honji on a laptop* The door explodes as Orochi charges in Scryer: *Slams the laptop shut in alarm* OROCHI! *Grabs him by the throat* If something’s not on fire or there’s something threatening us right now, I’m breaking your neck and gouging out the eyes of your next body with your coccyx. Orochi: Must be my lucky day then. The central barracks is on fire and someone’s inspired the Locusts to rebel. Scryer: This time. *Stalks out* Who inspired them? Orochi: We don’t know, but she- Scryer: She? Unusual… Orochi: If you would kindly let me finish, she was in a set of unassigned Gargoyle power armour. Scryer: Light Splitter? Orochi: None. Scryer: Then she’s probably just some wannabe who needs to learn that lesser castes should know where they stand and not try to rise above it. … Holy crap, it really is on fire. Orochi: *Facepalms* Scryer: Where would these meat shields be now? Orochi: In the open fields, in melee combat with the regular troops. Scryer: Wha- THEN WHY DID YOU BRING ME HERE?! Orochi: You need to tell us what to do. Scryer: PUT THE FUCKING TROOP HOUSE OUT! Get the Glarks, I’m sure their skin’s wet enough to extinguish it by throwing enough of them on it if nothing else! *Takes off, over the battlefield towards an icy body of water at the far end* *Lands in it* Glaraki, I have a favour to ask. The water rises and forms a blue-skinned, green-finned, wingless Sarg with three rows of long, piranha teeth, semi-webbed digits ending in hooked claws and a long, finned tail. Glaraki greeter: *Kneels* Overlord Scryer. How may we serve you? Scryer: There’s a rebellion. About… *Glances over his shoulder* half out bullet sponges have begun an uprising. We can force them in, but we’d need your forces to eliminate them with minimal casualties on our side. Greeter: It will be done, my lord. Scryer: My thanks. *Takes off and dive-bombs the rebels as a hole, killing a few* PUSH THEM TOWARDS THE RIVER! DON’T WORRY ABOUT FIGHTING THEM! The battle rages on with the rebels slowly loosing ground due to having little more than claws, basic body armour, the occasional shortsword and inferior laser pistols. The loyalist forces however, have been somehow managing to push forward while on the defensive, taking only a few casualties. Scryer: GLARKS! Countless pillars of water rise from the river and shoot towards the Locusts, exploding on impact with enough force to kill the ones close enough to the blast and knock the rest off their feet. Within a second, the Glaraki at the center of the aquatic explosions are on new victims, ripping into vital areas with three rows of piranha-like teeth while securing their position with hooked claws or simply tearing open their ribcages and devouring both hearts. It is a complete massacre. Glaraki greeter: *Stands up and brushes himself off as much as he can, what with being covered in blood* *Walks up to Scryer and kneels* My lord, it is finished. Scryer: *Passively surveying the mutilated corpses* I can see that. Thank you for your assistance, now clean yourself off. Glaraki greeter: Oh, it does not matter master. This is the very reason we wear nothing, it will wash right off! *Laughs heartily* That and material becomes cumbersome in the water. … Oh come on master, it’s not as it our genitalia are on display! Scryer: *Sighs* You’ve been talking to Orochi again haven’t you? Greeter: (Mock offence) Are you implying there is something wrong with conversing with one of our own? Scryer: *Mutters* No, I just don’t want to suffer his foolishness even when he’s not here. *Sighs* Well, the one responsible for this uprising is likely long gone. No matter. A little later; Examiner: Sir! I’m sorry, we weren’t expecting you. Is… is there something we can help with? Scryer: That insurgent had Gargoyle equipment and the ability to get half the meat shields up in arms. I need to know if you failed any applicants recently. Examiner: Sir, we fail dozens every day. They’re just not good enough! Scryer: She had unsigned equipment that has yet to be recovered and none of our super-soldiers match her appearance. I NEED to look at the records. Examiner: … Yes sir. *Leaves and brings in a stack of papers* Scryer: … *Takes out a radio* Orochi, get in here and help me with this. You too Honji. Honji: Um, Overlord Shadow? I just got time for a break and- Scryer: Duty first, break later. And you can take twice as long off tomor- no, three times as long. I need to be good to my girlfriend, do I not? Honji: … (Grinning) Going there now. A few minutes later; Scryer: *Growls* This is getting nowhere fast! Honji: Maybe we should get some more help? Scryer: Who from? Krakay’s on sentinel duty and Sarna’s scouting for somewhere we can set up another base. *Scrunches up a paper and tosses it over his shoulder* Besides, they and you are the only ones I trust enough to go for in these situa- He-llo… Honji: Um… Supreme Overlord Shadow sir? Scryer: Failed NOT because of inability, in fact she met all the requirements perfectly, but rather because the examiners as a whole didn’t want to spend what it would cost for the Light-splitter and armour… Huh. Cheap pricks. Orochi: But you can sort of understand where they’re coming from. Scryer: I suppose. Besides, we have enough Gargoyles right now. Not like we’re at war or anything. *Shakes head* But that’s not the point! The point is that we- *Answers his phone as it starts ringing* Hello? WHAT was stolen?! … Alright. Alright, I think I know where the thief is. *Hangs up* I’ll be back, I just need to teach our little insurgent a little lesson in respecting authority. Honji, I need your warp bracer. *Takes it and teleports* Elsewhere; A figure completely clad in Gargoyle armour with a mechanical greathammer that looks (and functions like) a Thunder Hammer with a larger, more rectangular head is stealthfuly moving to the outskirts. Her head is covered by the third type of helmet in this imageScryer: *Materializes in front of her* You know, you really should’ve locked that armour to yourself and used camouflage if you wanted to escape. Too bad for you the only way to do it is out of reach now. *Flexes claws* Now come quietly and I might consider letting you keep your wings. Traitor Sarg: *Leaps, greathammer raised* Scryer: *Dodges to the side and kicks for the back of her head* Traitor Sarg: *Ducks under it, manuvers the hammer and uses it to launch herself into a handstand in its shaft, kicking at Scryer in the process, successfully dealing a solid strike to the jaw* Scryer: … *Cracks his jaw back into place* Impressive, traitor. But there’s a reason I don’t often wear power armour. Now let me stop you from thinking to yourself- Traitor Sarg: *Uses her own body+armour and maneuverability to get from her current position upside-down holding onto a power hammer into another downward strike* Scryer: *Uses his wings to propel himself out of the way* - ‘why is he voluntarily not making use of a nigh-impenetrable, speed and strength-enhancing, camouflaging enviro-suit?,’ Well the- Traitor Sarg: *Swings up, carching him off-guard and smaching him in the chest, sending him crashing through a wall and lying on his back* Scryer: *Coughs* You’re pretty good. But the reason is- Traitor Sarg: *Leaps for a third time* *Brings down the hammer onr final time* Scryer: *Catches the head millimeters away from his own and moves it to the side* *Stares into her helmet* I don’t need it. *Knees her in the gut* I’m the SUPREME OVERLORD! *Punches her in the helmet* THE LEADER OF THE SAGROTAN, SALGRAKARTH, GLARAKI AND SOLUITH! Do you REALLY think I’d remain armourless if I wasn’t already as powerful as a Gargoyle without it?! Traitlr Sarg: *Jumps out of the way of his claws* Scryer: *Grabs her by the throat, throws her to the ground and kicks her over* *Steps on her back and grabs both her wings* I said I might consider letting you keep these if you gave up. Since you insisted on defying me, I will make no such considerations. Traitor Sarg: !! *Desperately does all she can to pull away* Scryer: (Face portrays no emotion as he starts pulling, eventually dislocating the bone, tearing the skin, muscles and tendons, leaving her completely wingless) *Calmly gets off* Traitor Sargs armour: (Mechanical voice) ALERT. WINGS; GONE. CLENSING. Traitor Sarg: (Incredibly weak from the pain) *Hisses weakly* The armour files the flesh down to the level of the rest of the back, nothing before closing and sealing the gaps made specifically for the wings and beginning treatment on the wounds Traitor Sarg: *Rolls onto her back* Scryer: I suppose you understand why I’m in charge now. And why it’s a bad idea to rebel against the Sagrotan dominion. Not that it’ll do you any good. Traitor Sarg: *Starts weakly laughing* Scryer: …. (Cautiously) What? What’s so funny? Traitor Sarg: *Raises her left arm, on which is mounted-* Scryer: A warp bracer?! Traitor sarg: *Raises her right towards it* Scryer: NO! *Stabs at her* Traitor Sarg: *Hits a button and teleports to a random location just before the overlords claws hit her, although they do pierce the warp bracer as she’s teleporting. As such, they’re simply embedded in the ground* Scryer: *Pulls them free* Well. So much for that equipment. It’s coming out of those idiots pockets. *Teleports* Later; Honji: Overlord, I’m sorry about the traitor. Scryer: It’s alright Honji, nothing you could do. I had your warp bracer at any rate. *Looks at the sky* Nearly night. Bring up the head of training. Orochi: I am not your slave, Shadow. Scryer: (Exasperated) Just do it and I’ll buy you a cola. Orochi: *Does so, smirking in triumph* A hologram of a Salgrakarth appears Head of training: My lord. I suppose you want todays results? Scryer: Go ahead. Aspect warriors? HOT: 276 confirmed. Scryer: Good, good. Mech pilots? HOT: 132. Scryer: Very well. Meat shields? HOT: 647. Scryer: Oh well. General techies? HOT: 234. Scryer: Alright, thanks. … Casualties? HOT: One thousand and sixty-nine Scryer: Hmm. Oh well, not like it matters. Honji: It matters even less now. Sarna has found a suitable location. Scryer: Excellent! I knew there was a reason we kept the surplus population in stasis instead of killing them! Orochi, you’re leading this one. In the morning, MOVE OUT!
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Post by Invader TAK on Sept 27, 2013 5:40:18 GMT -6
*a Lizodian ship flies in just as this starts playing* Twilight: Join us, brother, and maybe the Emperor will go easier on you. *swings sword at Shining Armor* Shining Armor: *dodges* NEVER! *grabs a nearby spear with magic* SNAP OUT OF IT! Twilight: There's nothing for me to snap out of. *swings her sword again* Shining Armor: *raises the spear blocks the blade* *where Chrysalis and Cadance are* Chrysalis: So, Princess. How does it feel knowing that your love won't help you this time? Cadance: Quiet! *fires a blast of magic at Chrysalis* Chrysalis: *dodges* Oh my, getting testy, aren't we? Well, no matter. It's not like Twilight Sparkle will help you this time. *giggles* Cadance: QUIET! *fires an even larger blast of magic at Chrysalis* *aboard the Lizodian ship* Reptilius: *holding a glass as he watches the fights play out* Best seat in the house, wouldn't you say, Ariel? Ariel: Indeed it is. Reptilius: In any case, I think it's about to time to head down. Ariel: Alright. *back where Twilight and Shining Armor are* Twilight: Give up! *stabs at Shining Armor* Shining Armor: *blocks* Come on, Twily! You're better than this! This isn't you! *stabs at Twilight* Twilight: *jumps back, using her wings to gain extra distance* I've had enough of this. *charges toward Shining Armor. Shining Armor: *readies a block block* Twilight: *teleports behind Shining Armor and bucks him* Shining Armor: *gets knocked into a wall* Ugh... Twilight: *walks up to Shining Armor* It's over. *raises her sword, then stabs Shining Armor in his front left leg as the music stops* Shining Armor: *winces in pain* Twilgiht: Alright, now let's see how Chrysalis is doing. *grabs Shining Armor* *back where Chrysalis and Cadance are* Cadance: This ends NOW! *fires a beam of magic at Chrysalis* Chrysalis: *counters with a beam of her own, getting into a Beam-o-War like with Celestia* Cadance: Ugh! This time, you won't win! Chrysalis: *concentrating, eventually winning the Beam-o-War, knocking Cadance to the ground* How funny, just like with Celestia. Your love for Shining Armor is as strong as ever. Now where's the lizard? Cadance: No... I failed... *coughs* Twilight: *flies up, holding Shining Armor* I see you were strengthened by her love for my brother again. *drops him* Chrysalis: Of course. Only this time, it won't be turned on me. Cadance: Is this how it ends, Shining Armor? Shining Armor: I guess so, we can't beat them. *Reptilius and Ariel walk up* Reptilius: Excellent job, both of you. Twilight: It was nothing. Chrysalis: Kind of easy, to be honest. Ariel: Their opponents put up decent fights as well. They might be worth turning. Reptilius: I love the way you think. *walks up to Cadance as he forms an orb of darkness in his right hand* Cadance: Please, just kill me! I don't want to become your slave! Reptilius: Once I'm through with you, you'll be just like the others. *places the orb on Cadance's head, which then starts releasing darkness all around her* Shining Armor: NO! *the darkness explodes off Cadance, revealing that she's in the same armor as the other eight twisted ponies* Cadance: *kneels before Reptilius* What is your will, my Emperor? Reptilius: First, a new name. You are now known as Heartbreaker. Rise. Heartbreaker: *stands back up* Perfect. Reptilius: Next, you will turn Shining Armor. Heartbreaker: It will be done. *walks over to Shining Armor as darkness forms around her horn* Shining Armor: Well, guess this is the end. *closes his eyes as Heartbreaker's horn touches his head as he's also surrounded by darkness* Reptilius: Actually, it's a new beginning. *the process completes for Shining Armor, revealing new armor as well as wings* Reptilius: Ah, you decided to make him an alicorn. I probably would have done the same. Heartbreaker: It seemed fitting, since everypony that was turned is. Reptilius: True. I'll think of a name for him later. Shining Armor: As you wish. Heartbreaker: You're not that good with names, are you? Reptilius: Actually, no. That's why yours was so simple. Heartbreaker: At least it fits. Reptilius: Yes. *Solar Flare and Nightmare Moon fly up* Solar Flare: Everything is wrapping up. Nightmare Moon: The others are doing cleanup. Solar Flare: I see we have two new additions. Heartbreaker: Yes. Reptilius: Good. Let's just settle here for a little while. Ariel: Sounds good to me. Heartbreaker: What about the Crystal Heart? Solar Flare: It's been taken care of. Nightmare Moon: We had some Lizodian soldiers move it away before the assault. It won't be any trouble. Reptilius: Looks like I'll have something to destroy. I'll do it later, just have them lock it up for the time being. Solar Flare: It will be done.
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Post by Spectre on Sept 27, 2013 9:50:34 GMT -6
Netherworld, Sea of Gahenna.
The sarg traitor teleports near the lava sea, she staggers onto her knees, hissing and panting angrily.
Traitor:*drops her hammer and falls on all fours*...*coughs* Bastard.....
There are swarms of minions patrolling the lava sea, solely browns, reds, and greens. A few blues are out, but they're wearing rather thick leather straps on their feet.
Traitor:*looks around* Those wierd little goblin things...I've never seen them dwell around in such a large number before...
The minions swarm over to the traitor and look at her, they grin.
Traitor:?! (They usually don't bother anybody, why are they...)
A pair of red minions have grabbed her arms, two more grab her legs and another gets her head.
Traitor:Let...Go!!
Another small group of reds look at her hammer curiously, they grab it.
Reds:*hiss* BLUES!!!
six blue minions walk over, they put their arms in the air and move them around, a pale red and black fog engulfs the group and they vanish in it, the fog disperses.
In the Underworld, the minions crawl out of the tower portal.
At the throne, Gnarl is talking to Spectre and Spectra, who are listening intently.
Gnarl:Anyway sire, thats the current situation of the netherworld above. The biggest threat to you up there will likely come from the-Well speak of the devil!
Spectre and Spectre turn their heads to the minions hauling in the sarg traitor and her weapon. They drop her on the floor in front of the throne, and hold her down as she gets on her knees.
Spectre:Hm? Whats this?
Gnarl:That sire, is a Sagrotan! A Gargoyle to be specific! They're one of the major netherworld powers. Gargoyles being amongst their most elite troops, though this one doesn't seem to be quite as armed...Or winged as the others!
Traitor:*growls*
Spectre:Hrm. I've never seen weaponry and armor like that. It looks very.....Complex.
Gnarl:Yes, they're a fairly advanced people. Spartan to, their extremely disciplined and rather cruel to anyone in their society that doesn't meet their expectations, making them into meat shields.
Traitor:All too true...
Spectre:Hm?
Traitor:Stingy bastards as well. I excelled well enough to make Gargoyle and they kept me as a basic soldier just so they could save a set of equipment!
Spectre:A pity. What's your name?
Xiraxi: Xiraxi. (Zeer-axy) Mind if I ask you the same?
Spectre:Spectre. Overlord of the Underworld Horde. Recently crowned.
Xiraxi:Huh..Never heard of you. Are you the leader of all these little things?
Spectre:Yes. My mate and I just awoke from a very, very long sleep you see.
Gnarl:We tried to keep the minions out of trouble until you woke up, sire. Nidhogg's generally kept us down here.
Spectre:Good. I didn't want to wake up to face a bunch of enemies...
Xiraxi:*growls* I doubt the sargs are going to be happy about there being a new Overlord in town.
Spectre: Hrm...I take it by your tone of voice they've done something to wrong you?
Xiraxi:Already told you, Overlord. I was one of the best and they wanted to keep me a meatshield. I'm going to regret ever making them cross me...I don't doubt you're gonna have a run in with them in the future. Mind if I tag along?
Spectre:Very well. Take that Helmet off and lets get a good look at you. Let her up.
The minions let go, but a small group of halberd-wielding browns wearing steel jaws and spiked helmets point halberds at her.
Xiraxi:Fine..
Xiraxi removes her helmet.
Xiraxi is Albino, having a very pale green skin tone, almost white, her hair is white and kept in a medium length ponytail. Her eyes are red and she has pointed ears. She's very athletic and slightly tall, being around 5'10.
Spectre:*blinks his eyes* My...
Spectra:She's pretty cute!
Xiraxi:*turns her head oddly* Thanks? *looks around disturbed, the minions seem to like her as well*
Spectre:Anyway, if you'll assist us then I'll welcome you into my court. Seeing as you would have made an elite rank in the Sagrotan I suppose it would be safe making you a general?
Xiraxi:Sure, I guess I could command a few of your...Goblin things.
Gnarl:I think you'll find them easy to manage, Minions are more like a living weapon than a soldier. They obey orders without question, and despite not being the most imposing little devils, infallibly loyal, determined, and their sense of pain and self preservation is delightfully lacking!
Xiraxi:Sounds nice....*staggers and falls back on her knees*
Spectre:Are you alright?
Xiraxi:*sits down* I've been beaten down pretty bad and had my wings torn off...Got any medics on hand?
Spectre:Blues, patch her up.
Four blue minions approach her and douse her in pulsating blue magic, she lets out a sigh of relief.
Xiraxi:So much better..My back's already ceasing to ache. *rubs her shoulder*
Spectre:Relax for a while. Welcome to the Underworld Horde. If you need anything, simply ask anyone here. We're rather closely knit and anything you need will be provided. We will, however, be keeping our eyes on you.
Xiraxi:*shrugs* I can live with that. *stands up*
Spectre:Anyway, pick a room you like and make yourself comfortable. We're certainly not lacking in space.
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Post by Shadow Scryer on Oct 22, 2013 1:24:59 GMT -6
Scryer: * ‘Overseeing’ Banshee training when his phone rings* *Answers* This had better be important, Glark. Orochi: Oooh someone’s pissed. Scryer: (Un-amused) Banshee hopefuls. Training. Overseeing. Orochi: Yeah yeah yeah, you’ll just pass the ones whos arses you think look most appealing in the armour. Scryer: Only when practicing now. Stopped doing that after Epsilon squad got slaughtered by blue goblins and each other now what do you want? Orochi: Krakay’s back. Scryer: *Suddenly alert* Understood. Central barracks? Orochi: Yes. Scryer: … Actually, get him to come here. Orochi: Sure. (Distantly) Yeah, he wants you to go- There is a slight distortion in reality from which a gargoyle soldier emerges. Krakay: (Is wearing this type of helmet, only the metal’s black) Orochi: -there. Damn. *Hangs up* Krakay: Lord Shadow Scryer. I have located the insurgent. Scryer: Excelent work, Soluith. I need her condition, where she’s hiding out, who she’s thrown her lot in with- Krakay: My lord, there is a high probability that she is dead. Scryer: *Raises an eyebrow* You’re a ballsy one, but that’s an impressive quality. So what makes you say that? Krakay: She was mistakenly teleported to the sea of Gehanna and abducted by gremlins. Scryer: (Confused) Honji: *Sighs* Goblins. Scryer: Oh, goblins! Of course. So what did you do? Krakay: I allowed them to continue. She is most likely dead by now, especially with how violent they have become. Scryer: True. *Glances at his helmet* Enough room for your horns in there? Krakay: No sir. I had them filed to stubs. Scryer: Impressive. Now, carry on. Krakay: *Salutes and disappears* Scryer: Now Honji, when did you get here? Honji: Why are you aski- Argh, it doesn’t matter! Sarna’s reported a problem with the new base location! Scryer: Oh for- what is it? Honji: There’s a sizable patrol of armed humanoid reptiles scouting the area. It seems they set up camp every night and start moving at dawn. Scryer: I see. What do they do when they encounter anything that isn’t one of them? Honji: They point their weapons at it, demand its unconditional surrender and blast it to oblivion if it doesn’t comply. Scryer: And how many are there? Honji: About a hundred. Scryer: I see. (Grimly) We need to secure as much territory as possible. I think we’ll need it. Honji: Overlord, you’ve had the throne for fifty years and you’ve already taken a third of the Netherworld. Are you sure you want to speed up the process? Scryer: You don’t have to be a genius to tell when an invasion’s coming, Honji. Spread the word that these lizards are to be executed on sight without exception and give Sarna an ambush force. I’ll meet her there at night with Sagrotan and Soluith. Honji: And the traitor? Scryer: Ignore her. The goblins are probably treating her the same way they treat everything. Assuming they remain in Gehanna, once they remove the helmet, the heat will kill her before she has a chance to escape. One sec, I just need to check something. *Shadowports* Scryer: *Panting* One day… I’ll get used to that. *Straightens up* *Nods* Engineers. Salgrakarth engineers: Overlord Scryer, sir! Scryer: At ease. YOU! *Points at the head engineer* Give me the status on my emergency plan. Engineer: Well the cloning is a complete success. We can force-grow them up to your age in three days and already have a thousand preserved. It’s just… Scryer: (Dangerously) What? Engineer: The implants are active, our tests have determined that and it SHOULD transfer your soul on death, the theory checks out, but the main implant won’t turn on no matter what. It needs a catalyst and nothing we’ve done to it or put into it has worked. Scryer: Well then, I give you a week and a half to find something. Otherwise we’ll need a new head engineer. (So icily that everything around him starts to freeze over) Let’s leave it at that. Later; SS: *Lands next to Sarna in a forest just off a clearing where the lizodians have made their camp* Situation? Sarna: (Equipped in a… form-fitting suit of white, lightweight armour, her head entirely obscured by a helmet with bug-like eyepieces and three vertical slits down her voice amplifier) (Whispering as softly as possible, but with the amplifier it sounds like she’s speaking normally, albeit with a slightly distorted voice) A hundred and fifty of these lizards. They keep watch in shifts, like they’re a highly disciplined military force. The armour and weapons they use only back up my thoughts. They have laser weapons and armour that only our specialized troops can compare to. Scryer: What’s the problem then? Sarna: My lord, these are basic troops. Scryer: Hmm… After we’re done here, I want the engineers to salvage everything they can, see what’s still useful. Plan? Sarna: I draw their attention with a shriek and fifty Locusts if they decide to investigate, then you charge in with Scorpion troops and take them by surprise. Even with their military training they shouldn’t be expecting this with how peacefully their last six days have gone. Scryer: Six? Sarna: I thought I’d follow them for a while before deciding if they were a threat or not. Scryer: Understood. Move out. Sarna: *Salutes, takes fifty locusts and moves around the Lizodians camp* Lizodian Soldier: Hey. Lizodian Soldier 2: Yeah? LS1: You ever wonder why we’re here? LS2: Because the Emperor sent us to scout this place? LS1: Well… that’s true, but why here? And why didn’t he observe the place with SATELITES at least? LS2: Careful there trooper. You’re coming dangerously close to treason. LS1: Never. I’m just confused, that’s all. LS2: Well, alright then. I can sort of understand where you’re coming fro- A high-pitched, distorted screech echoes through the night, alerting all armed soldiers who immediately ready their weapons LS3: WHAT WAS THAT?! LS4: I don’t know. *Gestures to the first pair* You two, check it out. LS2: Sir! The two cautiously approach the edge of the clearing … They lower their weapons LS1: Nothing. Must have been a bird or- He’s grabbed by the neck and dragged into the forest by a pair of clawed hands LS2: WHA- He’s tackled by a Sagrotan Locust who begins mauling him LS4: *Quickly kills the Sarg with a headshot* Soldier, report! … LS4: You, check him out. LS5: *Drags him away from the clearings edge* He’s a mess, sir. Brain’s exposed and there’s nearly nothing left of his face. LS4: Damnit! Well at least there was only one of those monste- A white blur rockets from the forest with a high-pitched screech towards LS4, plunging a wrist-mounted blade into his throat and flying back into the forest at top speed, followed by a wild volley of laser fire LS6: Alright. Just four of us left. *Removes a horn from his belt and blows it* The entire camp starts scrambling and the majority of the Sagrotan force, headed by a certain white-clad banshee and a figure dressed in less-bulky-than-normal dark-red power armour Scryer: (Who else would it be?) KILL THEM ALL! The battle is fast and brutal. Even though the Lizodians managed to kill forty Locusts and fifteen Scorpions, they were outnumbered and caught unprepared. Scryer: So, Banshee. What happened to the plan? Sarna: (Speaking at normal volume, making it sound like she’s shouting) That was my fallback plan in case the first didn’t seem right. Scryer: (Dangerously) Which was? Sarna: Improvise. Scryer: … *Cracks up laughing* You’re alright, Sarna. I’m promoting you to one of the Elite of your specialization. Sarna: *Salutes* Thank you, sir! Scryer: *Covering his ears* Not so LOUD! Remember your voice amplifier girl! Anyway, get the techies in. I’m sure they’ll be able to scrounge up something useful from this place. Later; Head engineer: I don’t have time for this! If we can’t find a way to save the Overlords neck, he’ll cut ours cleanly in half! Engineer 2: You mean yours. Engineer: And he’ll go the same to each head engineer until he runs out unless we can find a suitable catalyst! Engineer 3: … Wait a second, what you said earlier today wasn’t right at all. The thing activated, it just wasn’t connecting no matter what we used. Engineer: What are you getting at? Engineer 3: *Picks up a Lizodian radio* This seems like it can communicate across galaxies and it has componants for both sending and receiving data. If we can build more of them but make the sending an receiving one-way to a certain clone… Engineer: -Then we can implement our soul-transmission theories and make the necessary modifications to the implants! I like how you think! *Looks at Engineer 2 and grins evilly* And I think we have our first test subject…
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Post by Spectre on Oct 22, 2013 8:56:30 GMT -6
Xiraxi:*looks around suspiciously* Well..Alright then. Your little goblins aren't going to spy on me are they? Minion:*Covers eyes* Minion 2:*Covers ears* Minion 3:*Covers mouth* Xiraxi:........ Spectre:Don't worry about them. Just make sure to lock the doors behind you. And if you would like an adjustment to the temperature, speak to Nidhogg here. Nidhogg:I keep the castle at room temperature to make it survivable for the less heat resilient minions. The guest rooms are in the spiral tower entrance behind the throne, the master bedroom being located at the top. Spectra:I f you would prefer some company while you sleep you can always come up to our room~ Xiraxi:I...Appreciate the gesture. I'm going to go up now. *looks around uncomfortably and heads up* Spectre:*Grumbles* Spectra, she just got here. Spectra:Oh honeybear, I know. But shes so cute! Admit it, you were feeling her up in your head~ Spectre:*facepalms* Spectra:You need to be a little more aggressive! You don't want me to be your only mate for the rest of your life do you? Spectre:*lifts her up in his arms romantically* In due time, love. You're really all I need anyway. Spectra:*sighs and rubs her finger down his chest* Well aren't you just the sweetest thing.. Spectre:*growls and begins taking her upstairs* Only time you talk like this is when you're in season.....Alright, lets just hope you make it upstairs before doing something crazy... Spectra:*Pouts with a catface and narrows her eyes* I promise I'll be good... Nidhogg:...Oh dear. Gnarl:I remember the last behemoth season when the whole lot of them were around. It's how Pangea split apart. I hope the castle can take it! Nidhogg:Don't worry. I designed this building with their habits in mind. Above in the Underworld, at the sight of the recent sarg attack. Green minions are mounted up in the trees, fully camoflauged. Green:....... The sarg technicians are busy salvaging the fallen Lizodians' equipment. Tech:This is incredible. Even their basic soldiers are armed to the teeth....This is gonna be fun! Tech2:*sniffs the air and grunts in disgust* You smell that!? Green:*Turns head curiously* Tech:Ugh...Smells like rotting fish heads... Green:*Grins* The Greens slowly crawl along the battlefield, their strong smell masking their exact presence from the sargs. They look over the Lizodians curiously and examine them thoroughly. Green:*Moves behind a female techie and stares at her butt* Ooooooh! *Puts on a pair of sunglasses, bites his lips, and Spanks it with all his molesting minion might* Female tech:*turns towards the male tech working beside her and slaps the shit out of him* Tech:OW!!! What the hell was that for!? Female Tech:Only the Overlord's allowed to do that.... The greens slither down a small burrow in the forest, slipping in as if they were serpentine In the Underworld, the greens emerge from the tower portal. Then line up in front of Gnarl(Whos wearing earplugs) and salute. The castle is shaking rhythmically. Gnarl:Argh. *Takes out the earplugs* Atleast she stopped roaring...What master does in the first 20 minutes to cause her to make all that noise I don't want to know! Status report? Green:Gnarl...Nether's being invaded!!! Lizards on the move! Got into fight with sargs! Gnarl:The lizodians are in the Netherworld!? Damn! Green:Sargs got element of surprise and won! But got lots of casualties! Green2:What do? Gnarl:Try to avoid conflict unless his hairyness gives the all-clear! Green:Yessir! Upstairs... Xiraxi is lying in bed, her eyes bloodshot. She's not getting any sleep due to the tremors. She covers her head with her pillow. Xiraxi:*grumbles*..........*turns over* Ugh!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! She walks out of her bedroom and heads up the stairs angrily. She stops in front of the door and exhales. Xiraxi:Alright...He's a pretty nice Overlord...Wifes a bit creepy but seems sweet...I'm certain they'll be reasonable about this...*knocks on the door* Spectre:Huh!? Just a moment! Spectre's footsteps are heard on the other side of the door as he approaches and opens it. Xiraxi:Hey, Overlord could you please...*eyes widen as she gulps* Turn....It down...*stares* Spectre is unarmored. He fills it out his suit very well, he's utterly massive in stature, and his physique looks solid as granite. He's incredibly stout and robust, and covered in fine, purple hair. his hair thickens around his neck and down his upp back in a mane-like fashion, and his face is monstrous. His fangs are large, to the point where his lower canines protrude in a slightly tusky manner, and his upper fangs also show to a lesser extent. His eye whites are dark orange in color with red irises. A set of solid black horns protrude from the sides of his head, and he has long, sharp, black toenails and fingernails. His fur also thickens on his lower body, forming a "Fur loincloth" of sorts. For those with a lack of imagination, his general physique could be somewhat compared to an Ogre from dragons dogma, with a smaller head and the above features. Xiraxi:I......I.....(He makes a Monster look anorexic! So gruff....His eyes impale my very soul! He smells like pulsating amounts of testosterone and raw animalistic power!!!) *turns red in the face*.....I.......I.......I.......I......*closes her eyes and begins sweating* Spectre:Need something Xiraxi? Xiraxi:(His voice is so deep in makes my brain vibrate....I haven't seen a male in the entire netherworld like this! And he's so polite and sweet! He looks like a big teddy bear...I...)I........Uhhh......*gulps* I....I just wanted to........ Spectra:*growls* Hi Xiraxi!!! Change your mind? Xiraxi:...No! I just...Wanted to....*sighs* Have room in there for one more? Spectre picks up Xiraxi and holds her to his chest. Xiraxi:(His body's hard as diamond...) Spectre:I was hoping you'd come around...Just tell me what you like and I'll do my best to impress. he walks into his bedroom and shuts the door behind him, laying Xiraxi on the bed before looming over her. Spectra is also unarmored, she has soft fur on her chest and lower body, forming a very revealing "Fur Bikini" of sorts. Spectra:Oh how I've dreamed of this day! I'll let you two get to know eachother, I'm going to take a nap. *yawns and lies on her side, facing away from them* Xiraxi:*exhales and steams up as Spectre leans onto her and begins taking off her armor*(Xiraxi. What are you doing. You were disciplined better than this....Have you no shame!?...)*exhales* (My first time and I'm going to be destroyed by this ten foot monster...Oh...I could do alot worse i-) Xiraxi shrieks loudly, the tower shakes again. Gnarl:....... Nidhogg:*snickers* Smooth, master. very smooth. The tower begins to tremor slightly. Back in the netherworld. Sarg Scientist:For some reason we're getting alot of tectonic activity in the Sea of Gahenna. Orochi:Well this doesn't bode well. First the goblins get aggressive and hyped up over something, now Gahenna's plagued by earthquakes... Scientist:We can't get close enough to observe more thoroughly without drawing alot of hostility from the goblins. They've gotten brutally territorial over that area and the sheer amount of them makes recon nigh impossible. It's only around the sea of Gahenna though. Almost like they're guarding something. Orochi:*jokingly* Meh, might just be a pair of prehistoric monsters screwin' in the core of the world thats got them riled up! Scientist:*rolls eyes* Of course, lord Orochi.... The tremoring lasts about another half hour before calming down. The next morning. Xiraxi wakes up, she's in between Spectre and Spectra, who're both cuddled up together warmly. Xiraxi:...Unn.....*wipes her eyes and yawns loudly*....I've never slept so well in my life....*looks around nervously* Spectre:*yawns and opens his eyes* Good morning sunshine.... Xiraxi:How long have I been sleeping!? What time is it!? Spectre:Don't really know. Xiraxi:How do you not know!? Spectre:Calm down sweetheart. *softly lowers his hand on her body and makes her lie down* Is everything okay? Xiraxi:....I'm just use to being woke up at a certain time is all....Never overslept in my life. *Breaths deeply and sighs* This bed's comfortable. Spectre:I guess we did tenderize it alot. I'm not sure what it's made of, you'll need to ask Nidhogg. Xiraxi:*yawns* Spectre:Anyway, if you want something to eat the kitchen's on the level below us. Spectra and I tend to hunt our own food so don't worry about us. The minions have their own dining hall in their barracks.....So how did you sleep? Xiraxi:Like a rock. Spectre:Good to hear. Satisfied? Xiraxi:Very...Your breath is a bit abrasive though. Spectre:*breathes into his hand and sniffs* Oh! Sorry about that. Xiraxi:Are you sure your wife's okay with this? Spectre:She's delighted to have you! Our kind usually take up to around 10 or so mates in our lifetime. Xiraxi:Your kind? *looks at Spectra, then at Spectre* Talk about sexual dimorphism... Spectra:*turns over and grabs Xiraxi by the shoulders, massaging them* Thats how behemoths work! The more gruff and monstrous the males, the better! Spectre here's a real catch... Spectre:*grins and scratches his cheek* You still make me blush Spectra... Xiraxi:*begins getting dressed* well, i guess I'll head down and get something to eat. Spectre:By the way, I like your little battle scar. Xiraxi:*turns red*......That was from an experiment. Being in the sarg military force can keep one repressed. Spectra:We're gonna get along juuuuuust fine! Later, down in the throne room. Spectre, Spectra and Xiraxi leave the stairs, Xiraxi looking a bit flustered. Gnarl:Good morning Sire! Lady Spectra, lady Xiraxi... Xiraxi:*Scratches her head* You could just call me "General", you know... Gnarl:Oh, if you insist! Nidhogg:Good morning milord. Spectre:Alright Nidhogg, run the current situation in the netherworld by me again. Nidhogg:Alright. First and foremost, things might be getting more dire than we thought. Along with the sargs, the Lizodians have been spotted in the netherworld. Spectre:Lizodians? Nidhogg:A highly advanced, intelligent, and magic proficient race from the human realm. As the name implies they're humanoid reptiles. Their basic forces alone have equipment and technology that rivals the sarg's most advanced soldiers and they have a sizable fleet of vehicles capable of traversing through space, although lacking the extent of brutality and the spartan discipline of the sagrotan. Spectre:Sounds troublesome... Nidhogg:Very, though they wouldn't be able to bring said fleets into the Underworld. We may not have the sizable empire of these two forces, but our living space has excellent security due to our brutal living conditions. Spectre:Good to know. Nidhogg:The sargs aren't very heat resistant and therefore an invasion from them wouldn't be as worrisome, though they do posess suits that will allow them to survive in habitats too hot for them, the losses on a Underworld invasion would be beyond catastrophic. Our main weakness in comparison to these two is that our invasion forces are not quite up to par due to our primeval lean despite superior numbers and our exceptionally powerful court, holding territory outside of Gahenna will be difficult. In a nutshell? Lizodians Superior technology Magical proficiency Large, Advanced society Highly intelligent Sargrotan Versatility Solid technology Spartan culture large number of disciplined, highly effective soldiers Underworld Horde Secure kingdom Massive numbers Powerful ruling body Infallibly loyal vassals and minions Spectre:Intruiging.... Nidhogg:Alright. Here's what I propose.Up above, there is a very large and powerful economic district that supplies most of the netherworld. Due to it's size and importance in the economies of numerous regions of the netherworld taking control of it would gives us a very good headstart. Neither the sargs or Lizodians currently rule the area, and therefore do not occupy it. So it would be ripe for the taking. However, due to the amount of demons there an invasion can be risky. They will defend themselves. If you manage to take this area over it would vastly increase our wealth and grip on the land. Since the netherworld still doesn't know about your awakening and believe the minions to be generally harmless, we'll have a very powerful element of surprise on our side. We want to keep damage to the district to a minimum, however. Spectre:hmhm..Very well...Rally the minions. It's dinnertime! Xiraxi. Xiraxi:Yes? Spectre:I want you to lead the assault on the district. I'm leaving the minion horde in your hands. They will listen to every command you say. Xiraxi:Right! Spectre:And don't worry Spectra and I will intervene if something goes wrong. Nidhogg will accompany you should you desire advice. He's a very experienced advisor. Nidhogg:I will not let you down, my lord. The tower portal glows. Nidhogg and Xiraxi step through it. The arrive outside of the economic district. Xiraxi:Wow...I've never been to this place before... Nidhogg:Its one of the marvels of the Netherworld. It's the headquarters of Rosenqueen, the most efficient supplier in the entire netherworld. Stationed along with Doom Boulevard, Sacrifice Street, and Bael's Circus, it makes up the grand Economic District. Xiraxi:Alright...Now those little goblins can rise up from anywhere, right? Nidhogg:Technically yes, wherever we've established underworld craters. We have some established within the city. Xiraxi:Alright. My current plan is to enter the city, we stay as inconspicuous as possible, then summon the horde in the center of the city and ravage it from the inside out. Nidhogg:A fairly sound plan. I should also inform you that the district is ruled by a parliament of demons located in the large tower standing between sacrifice street and Bael's circus. Capturing them would likely lead to a quicker victory. Now let me give you a run-down of the minions. Browns Brutish, tough, the main footsoldiers of the horde. Not very bright, but surprisingly strong and have virtually no sense of pain or self preservation. Blues Weak in combat, somewhat timid, but possess magical power. Alone they're capable of reviving fallen minions, if properly coordinated, they can cast dangerous spells together. Reds Rather delicate, but capable of causing mass carnage with their ability to spit flaming lava globs. Also fireproof and fairly quick. Greens The horde's stealth troops. Capable of camoflauging into most environments save a overpowering odor, they're smart and capable of seeking out foes vitals with a deadly backstab attack. They're physically weak, but agile and immune to acid, poison, and venom. Xiraxi:Alright...I'm thinking. Lets make our way into the city.
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Post by Invader TAK on Oct 22, 2013 11:40:32 GMT -6
Crystal Empire Palace Throne RoomReptilius: *sits down on the throne* Now this is a castle! Ariel: *falls onto Reptilius' lap* Indeed. Heartbreaker: Only the best for you. Twilight: *walks in with the other five* So... names? Rarity: Yes, that would be nice. As would castles for each of us but that come later. Reptilius: Yes, of course. Let's see... Ah, Twilight Sparkle. Twilight: Yes? Reptilius: You shall be known as Dark Star. How does that sound? Dark Star: Sounds good. Reptilius: Just you know I'm not doing this in any order. Dark Star: That's fine. Reptilius: Anyway, hmmmm. Rainbow Dash shall be known as Prism Blast. Prism Blast: Awesome. Reptilius: Rarity shall be Avarice. Avarice: How poetic. *suddenly Reptilius' communicator goes off* Reptilius: *checks* The hell would Dimensional Monitoring want? *answers and a hologram appears* This better be important, Onyx. I was in the middle of renaming the alicorns. Onyx: Considering that our whole damn Netherworld scouting force was wiped out, I'd say it's important. Reptilius: *obviously pissed off* Who did this?Onyx: We don't know. It was a night attack, the satellite didn't pick up any specific creatures, just that they had decent weaponry. Reptilius: Well, any ideas? Onyx: Considering their technology and use of night cover, it was probably the Sagrotan. Reptilius: I should have known they'd eventually try something. Send an Assault Carrier there. I want it evenly stocked with every troop type we have. Onyx: So an even number of Scouts, Stealth Scouts, Soldiers, Assassins, Gunners, Demolitionists, and Clerics. Anything else? Reptilius: That'll do for now. You are dismissed. *ends transmission* Now then... Lizodian: *walks up holding a female unicorn with a yellow coat and a red/yellow mane and tail* Reptilius: I see we have a straggler. Good work. Lizodian: Correct. Found her in the basement. *drops the unicorn* Ariel: Doesn't look like anyone special, dear. Reptilius: You never know, this realm has been one surprise after another. Solar Flare: *upon seeing the unicorn* My Emperor, let me handle this one. Reptilius: Have a grudge against her, I see. Very well, then. Unicorn: My Princess, please! I'm sorry for abandoning you all those years ago! I was a horrible student! Solar Flare: I'm afraid it's too late for forgiveness, Sunset Shimmer. Dark Star: You had another student before me? Solar Flare: Yes, I did. However, she was nowhere near as powerful or loyal as you turned out to be. Dark Star: That much is obvious. Solar Flare: Now, let's begin. *lifts Sunset Shimmer off the floor* Reptilius: Hold on, Solar Flare. Don't torture her just yet. Solar Flare: Why not? Reptilius: I'm suddenly curious about something. Tell me, Shimmer. Where did you go after you abandoned your studies? Sunset Shimmer: I found a mirror that leads to another world. I was transformed into what is called a human. I saw versions of those five! *pointing at everyone but Dark Star* It'll only be open for three days. Reptilius: I see. So where is this mirror? Sunset Shimmer: It's here in the palace. However, there is no magic in that world. Reptilius: Sounds like it'd be an even easier conquest than this place was. We may have use for you after all. Sunset Shimmer: *suddenly changing her tone* I like that idea. I think I can get used to your rule, Emperor... uh... Reptilius: Reptilius Scalzar. Sunset Shimmer: Thank you. It's funny, all along I said friendship was a useless endeavor. I guess it took foreign invaders to make even Celestia realize it. Reptilius: Her name is Solar Flare now. Dark Star: Don't get any ideas, Shimmer. You may have realized that before we did, but you still abandoned the Princess. I'd watch it if I were you. Nightmare Moon: Please, I realized it first. Dark Star: Yet you were still beaten by the Elements of Harmony. Nightmare Moon: Don't remind me... Reptilius: Anyway, you two can argue about the stupid Elements another time. I want a scout team sent through the mirror to this Human Equestria so we can use direct transportation to the realm even after the portal closes. Sunset Shimmer: Perhaps I should go along with you. I know the place quite well. Reptilius: Very well. Release her. Solar Flare: Fine. *drops Sunset Shimmer* Reptilius: Anything else we should know? Sunset Shimmer: The portal will take you to a high school. Reptilius: Seriously? Come on, this is gonna be TOO easy! Ariel: Think of the slave labor, though. Reptilius: Good point. Sunset Shimmer: So, do I get to be come an alicorn like the others? Reptilius: You prove your usefulness, then I'll think about it. Sunset Shimmer: Alright. Reptilius: Alright, get a move on! We don't want that portal to close on us! And get a tracking device on her. Lizodian: It will be done, your highness. Follow me, Shimmer. *Sunset Shimmer and the Lizodian leave* Dark Star: You're not really going to give her the same considerations you gave us, are you? Reptilius: I doubt it. You six handled the Elements of Harmony before I came along. Sunset Shimmer hasn't done a damn thing to show she has any worth. Solar Flare: Back then, all she cared about was ruling Equestria. Even now, I doubt she'll prove to be useful since you beat her to it. Reptilius: The perks of ruling a powerful multi-dimensional empire. Ariel: What about the Sagrotan? Reptilius: I have a feeling we'll be dealing with them after we secure that human version of Equestria. Now about those names... *another Lizodian runs in* Reptilius: What the hell is it this time? Lizodian: Uprising in Ponyville! Reptilius: Seriously? I thought they got the message when we brought their princesses to our side. Lizodian: Apparently not. They're lead by a very stubborn male earth pony that says few words. Applejack: Big Macintosh... They must be hidin' out in Sweet Apple Acres. Avarice: Perhaps our sisters are with them. Applejack: Good point. Prism Blast: Hey, maybe they can get their cutie marks in Lizodian Service. Applejack: Ha! Good one! Reptilius: I see, what do these fillies look like? Applejack: The yellow earth pony with red hair and a bow is Apple Bloom. Avarice: The white unicorn one with pink and purple hair is Sweetie Belle. Prism Blast: There's also an orange pegasus with purple hair named Scootaloo, but she's not my sister. Reptilius: Perhaps you three should come along and secure the three fillies while I handle Big Macintosh. Avarice: A marvelous idea! Applejack: Yeah, we can handle that. Prism Blast: Should be easy! Ariel: *hops off Reptilius' lap* I'll stay here and keep the Crystal Empire in line. Reptilius: *stands up* Good thinking, Ariel. We shouldn't be too long.
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Post by Invader TAK on Oct 31, 2013 8:03:17 GMT -6
Ponyville
Lizodian Soldier: Give it up! There's no way you can beat Lizodia! Big Macintosh: *runs up and kicks the Lizodian in the head* Nope! Lizodian Captain: *on higher ground shooting at ponies* Damn things are outnumbering us! *a Lizodian ship flies overhead* Lizodian Captain: That better be our damn support! *a hatch on the ship opens up and Reptilius jumps out, followed by Prism Blast, Avarice and Applejack* Big Macintosh: Applejack? Reptilius: *lands with the alicorns* I take it you're Big Macintosh. Big Macintosh: What'ave ya done to mah sister and her friends? Reptilius: Re-purposed them for my needs. Something that may very well happen to you. *raises his hand to his side and a ring of fire forms, surrounding Big Macintosh and himself* You three, go after the fillies. I'll take it from here. Applejack: Got it! *flies off toward Sweet Apple Acres, with Avarice and Prism Blast following* Big Macintosh: There's no way yer gettin' Apple Bloom and her friends! Reptilius: By the time I'm through with you, they'll already be captured. Now then... *summons a small pillar of fire that forms into a scythe* Let's begin. Big Macintosh: *charges* Reptilius: *also charges but jumps, slashes Big Macintosh across the back and lands* Big Macintosh: *grunts in pain* Reptilius: *turns toward Big Macintosh* You're fortunate that I didn't sever your spinal cord. So, will you surrender? Big Macintosh: *weakly stands up* Nope... Reptilius: Too bad. I'm ending this right now. *swings his scythe which sends a wave of fire right at Big Macintosh* Big Macintosh: *struggling to remain standing* Reptilius: Resilient. I think I may have some use for you. *dismisses the scythe and telekinetically grabs Big Macintosh* *the three alicorns fly in, holding the Cutie Mark Crusaders* Reptilius: Perfect timing. *gets on wrist communicator and contacts the overhead ship* The uprising leader has been secured along with three fillies. Bring us up. *the overhead ship beams up Reptilius, the three alicorns, the CMC and Big Macintosh*
(Been sitting on this post for a good week or so so I'm just gonna get it up now.)
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Post by Shadow Scryer on Nov 12, 2013 5:20:47 GMT -6
Scryer: You know, sometimes I think we work too hard. Everything we ever do is purely to improve our military might, why not slow down once in a while? *Stomps on the head of a bruised, bloody Salgrakarth he was challenged by* And then I remember it’s to weed out ingrates like you. Challenge me, huh? Did you forget it’s a fight to the death? *Applies pressure until his enemies head explodes*
Orochi: *Watching with an amused expression* Chalk one up for the Overlord.
Scryer: Chalk nothing up. I thought you said you eradicated these rebel idiots?
Orochi: We killed their leaders, flushed out everyone we could find and launched them all into space without suits. I guess we missed a couple.
Scryer: Look Orochi, you’re a great friend and advisor, even if you are a dick more than half the time. But for fucks sake, FINISH WHAT YOU START!
Orochi: Here’s the thing, I DID finish it. Followed all leads and did everything I could. I guess this guy was just too ambitious. *Looks at the blood spurting from what’s left of his neck* Not that it really matters now.
Scryer: Hmm. Reports?
Orochi: Sarna’s found a sizable village a few kilometers from here to the North-East, three-fifths of the way to the Economic district.
Scryer: I knew there was a reason I put her in the Scouting Corps.
Orochi: Yeah, the look of her arse in a banshee suit just happened to be a bonus, right?
Scryer: Exactl- HEY!
Orochi: Never gets old.
Scryer: I… You… Argh! Just get me a connection to our scout!
Orochi: *Does so*
Scryer: Fucking Glark…
A holographic screen appears, showing Sarnas image and the area behind her. Naturally, she’s still wearing her voice amplifier.
Scryer: 31’st scout Sarna. You’re really making a name for yourself here. What was it again, sixty threats detected, repelled and fifteen areas not only found, but thoroughly scouted without chameleon armour? (Amused) Keep this up and I’ll have to promote you to Gargoyle. Anyway, tell me about this place.
Sarna: Sir! It’s a large town, high population and high resistance expected. No walls, but every basement has a large number of de-activated Galactic Demons. A fountain in center of town draws its supply from a nearby river.
Scryer: Hmm. I’ll meet you there in a few hours with Locusts, Glaraki troops, Sagrotan troops and Soluith jump troops…. And Salgrakarth engineers.
Sarna: *Salutes and cuts the connection*
Scryer: Now. I believe the techies said they found something?
Orochi: Yep. They actually say they’re ready for their trial run and would like it if you oversaw the trial run.
Scryer: *Growls* This had better be worth my time…
A little later;
Scryer: *Strides in* TECHIES! I’m here, so make it quick.
Head engineer: Sir! We think we found something that should complete the soul transfer mechanic from the lizards camp!
Scryer: (Dismissively) Intriguing, but I’m not going to stick around if I have to die to test it. *Claws are surrounded by a dark red miasma* And neither will your skeleton.
Head engineer: (Unfazed. Seems he gets threats like this pretty often) That’s been taken into account sir. There was someone who inadvertently volunteered himself. We force-grew a mindless clone and he’s currently stuck in a guillotine.
Scryer: (Amused) Alright. If nothing else, it will be amusing to watch, lead the way. Everyone else, get back to work. *Follows the engineer, past a familiar female Sarg* *Subconsiously slaps her on the arse* Morning, Krija.
Krija: *Without looking up from her experiment* Morning, Overlord Shadow.
Head engineer: (Confused) Why does she only let you do that? Everyone else who tried’s gone home with at least three broken fangs.
Scryer: Firstly, we go way back. She ALMOST became my girlfriend before I met Honji, but she preferred science anyway and didn’t mind. Secondly, I’m the overlord and she couldn’t stop me even if she wanted to.
Head engineer: That makes sense.
Scryer: Not to mention that if I try doing that to Honji, she just breaks my arm. The last time I did it successfully, there was an incident where I misjudged the distance and… I might have shredded the seat of her pants.
Head engineer: I promise not to ask any more of that. *Opens a door* Here’s the ingrate now.
Engineer 2: I swear, when I get out of here, I’ll-
Head engineer: *Sets his hand on fire and grabs the second engineers face with it* *Ignores the screams* You’ll stay alive for a day to determine the new body won’t suddenly die on us. *Removes the hand and sets off the execution machine*
Scryer: *Watches the head roll across the floor* I thought humans used to have baskets for this. Still, the blood adds colour. … Is something supposed to ha-
There is an electrical crackling and the same Sagrotan stumbles out of a closet
Engineer 2: I… How am I alive?! I was looking at my corpse and-
Scryer: Well what do you know. It actually works.
Head engineer: Yes, but we’re not cure if it lasts. If he survives a solid 24 hours, we know you won’t go biting the dust without warning. Still, it’s as good as we’re ever going to get it, so I took the liberty of installing a transmitter and receiver implant in each of your clones brains. And your actual brain while you were asleep. I thought you’d be too busy to sit through the procedure.
Scryer: (Dryly) Thoughtful. Contact me when you’re certain he won’t suddenly cark it.
Later;
Shadow is marching at the head of a sizable army, consisting of exactly what he promised Sarna
Sarna: *Lands in a kneeling position in front of the aforementioned Overlord* Sir!
Scryer: *Nods* 31’st Scout Sarna. As I mentioned earlier, I’m impressed with your acomplishments in the past and I wish you to take control of this invasion. Weather we succeed or fail will be on your shoulders and you will either reap the rewards or suffer the consequences. Once you decide what to do, pick whichever troops you so desire and position them to your liking. From then, you have an hour before I send in everyone, no matter their position.
Sarna: … Y-yes sir.
Scryer: Excellent.
Sarna: (Uncertain) Glaraki, move to the water supply’s entrance and wait for further orders. Engineers, you’re in charge of re-purposing those Galactics. Soluith, it’s your job to get them there undetected I think there’s about five per basement and two basements for each of you so I don’t think there’s enough time to re-purpose all of them. Just make them hostile to anyone attacking a Sarg and if you run out of rime, destroy as many normal ones as you can. Move quickly, we don’t have long.
Soldiers: *Salute and move/teleport to their respective locations*
About fifty-nine minutes later;
Scryer: Last minute Sarna, anything else?
Sarna: I was hoping you’d tell me. Glaraki, advance through the pipes! Attack from the fountain!
Scryer: For your sake, I hope your plan works. *presses a button on a machine strapped to his left forearm*
The Metal folds out up his arm and across his body in segments, as do numerous blades. One down each side of every claw beginning at the wrist that begins another running up his arms, three from his forehead across his head and down his back, three across his feet, one for each clawed toe up his legs and five down his tail. Also blades across the bones in his wings.
Sarna: (Confused) Overlord? What is that?
Scryer: Guillotine armour. *Smacks the front of his chest in irritation, one-sided glass obscures his eyes and red metal obscures the rest of his face* Custom-designed. We’ll see about getting you personalized equipment if you succeed. Now, ADVANCE!
The remaining forces charge, eager for blood
A heavy knight watches them approach
Heavy: Idiots. Activate the galactic demons! They won’t know what hit them-
Demon: THE FOUNTAIN! WATCH THE FOU- *Blood spurts from his neck as it’s crushed by Glaraki fangs*
Heavy: Damnit! ACTIVATE THEM NOW! We are NOT going to lose an anti-sarg stronghold to fucking Sagrotan!
In one basement;
Salgrakarth: Alright, last area.
Soluith: Soldier, we are FIVE SECONDS off charging!
Salgrakarth: I just need a little time to-
The galactic demons activate. They see the Sargs and their eyes start to glow red
Soluith: NO TIME! *Grabs the engineer and warps both of them out*
Sarna: *Sees the jump troops and engineers warp outside the area* Soldiers, teleport to the back of the area! We’ll surround them!
Jump troops: *Salute and do so*
The Sagrotan charge in.
The demons are fighting a loosing battle on all fronts. They have been pushed back to the center of town, desperately trying to fight off soldiers forcing them back, and the Glaraki who have decided to set up in the fountain, leaving and retreating back to it as it gets too crowded. Even their Galactic demons are forcing them back, haven outnumbered and destroyed the ones left untouched by engineers
Demon soldier: WAIT! STOP! WE SURRENDER!
Heavy: COWARD! *Crushes his head with his bare hands*
Soldier 2: Sir, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY we can win!
Heavy: Hmm… ENOUGH!
The invading force stops and looks at him quizzically
Heavy: I invoke the Sagrotan right of Leader combat. *Sees Shadow amongst the crowd* You there, in the red armour, you’re the Overlord, right?
Scryer: *Nods*
Heavy: Then you must either fight me, or be executed for cowardice! (He can’t beat me. And when he dies, the Sargs should fall back into disunity.)
Scryer: Really is an anti-sarg town huh? You’ve studied well, but there’s one little thing. I’m not leading this army, she is. Sarna?
Sarna: *Steps forward*
Heavy: It doesn’t matter. *Assumes a combat stance*
Sarna: *Looks at the pistol at her side* Lousy rules of engagement. I don’t even have a weapon… *Removes the holster and casts it aside* *Flies at her enemy at top speed*
Heavy: *Steels himself and punches her as she approaches, sending her flying backwards uncontrolably*
Sarna: *Painfully picks herself up* Right. That only works if they’re not expecting me. *Inches towards her enemy*
Heavy: *Waits and delivers a surprisingly swift kick as she gets close enough*
Sarna: *Ducks under it and strikes upwards with her claws, eyes widening in alarm as they scratch, but fail to penetrate it*
Heavy: *Punches straight at her, forcing Sarna to lean back*
Sarna: *Kicks him squarely between the lets as the fist sails over her* … *Hands slowly move to her foot* (In great pain) What… do you keep under there?!
Heavy: Behold! I am more than a match for the commander of the Sagrotan forces! *Grabs her by the back of the neck and lifts her up* I am victorious!
Sarna: You’re also an idiot. *Takes a deep breath*
The Sarg forces both back away hurriedly and cover their ears
Sarna emits the loudest screech amplified by her, well, voice amplifier. Several buildings in the direction she’s facing collapse, as does the fountain, the ground cracks and the Heavy, being in point blank range, is in complete agony for about two seconds before his head explodes and his armour is torn apart. Along with the rest of his body
There is silence for a brief moment before the Sargs begin cheering, tackling the defeated demons, slapping handfuffs on them and officially enslaving them.
Scryer: *Approaches Sarna* Excelent. I wasn’t sure if you could pull if off, truth be told. Still, you’ve proven you’re worthy of Gargoyle rank. We should still have at least one set of power armour in reserve for such an occasion, and I will have you added to the respawn project.
Sarna: My lord, I appreciate the offers but I respectfully decline.
Scryer: (Dangerously) You. What?
Sarna: Just from the rank of Gargoyle, I mean! I actually like being a Banshee.
Scryer: *Glares*
Sarna: … (Grasping at straws) Plus, my arse looks good in the armour?
Scryer: No arguments he- HEY! *Mutters* Freaking Orochi. Alright, alright, you can still be a Banshee and my best scout. Is there anything you want in place of (Through gritted fangs) such a huge freaking honour?!
Sarna: (Alarmed) A laser rifle and electric claws on my armour!
Scryer: … I’m not sure I heard that right. Why are you asking for weapons?
Sarna: My pistol’s pretty much useless and there’s only so much I can do with it from the air. And the slugs can only do so much.
Scryer: And the amplified claw area of you armour?
Sarna: I… I prefer to be fast. If my claws can so much as graze something, I should be able to kill them before they can recover. And if I can’t get through their armour like the Heavy, the shock should at least slow them down a bit.
Scryer: … *Grins* I like how you think. Alright, I’ll have your armour improved with electric claws and active camouflage. Welcome to the Overlords Elite, 31’st scout Sarna.
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Post by Invader TAK on Nov 18, 2013 0:14:29 GMT -6
Crystal Empire Palace
Reptilius: *walks in with the alicorns, who have the four captives in mobile cages* Ariel: I see it went well. Reptilius: Of course. We can figure out what to do with these four in a bit. Applejack: Yeah, how 'bout the rest of our name changes? Reptilius: Yes, that does need to be done. *wrist communicator goes off* What now? *activates it and Onyx's hologram appears* What is it this time, Onyx? Onyx: Sorry to interrupt things between you and your new harem, but we just received contact from the scout team in the human version of Equestria. Reptilius: *obviously irritated at the "harem" remark* I'll pretend I didn't hear that. So what's the status? Onyx: Sunset Shimmer is being surprisingly cooperative with the scout team. Solar Flare: Surprising, considering her past ambitions. Dark Star: Clearly she's smart enough to realize that fighting Lizodia would be pointless. Reptilius: Says the last Element of Harmony to fall. Anyway, I take it the coordinates have been obtained. Onyx: Correct. We are free to move in at any moment. Reptilius: Good. But for now, we need to turn our attention to the Netherworld. Onyx: Speaking of, the Sagrotan have taken control of the Netherworld's economic district. Reptilius: Damn it... I'll be right there... *ends communication* Solar Flare: What should we do? Reptilius: Keep this realm in line. Ariel, you're with me. Ariel: Of course. Reptilius: We'll be back, whenever. *walks out of the throne room with Ariel*
Dimensional Monitoring, Lizodia Island
Reptilius: *walks in with Ariel* Alright, we're here. Onyx: Surprised you were able to leave your harem behind. Reptilius: Say that again and you'll be thrown to the Metroids. Onyx: *rolls eyes* Anyway, we haven't send that Assault Carrier in yet. Reptilius: Alright, so maybe they'll be too busy with their victory to notice us come in. Onyx: When should we get started? Reptilius: As soon as possible.
(I've decided to keep Ponies to SBVQ until further notice due to Spectre making me feel like one of those assholes that shoves Ponies everywhere they go. I didn't have much else to add to this post anyway. I will say, I was wanting the Corrupted Mane Six to be more involved with the incoming three-way war, but the hell with it.)
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Post by Invader TAK on Dec 11, 2013 0:16:20 GMT -6
Lizodia City, Planet Lizodia
*in front of the palace, there's a large group of Lizodians*
Lizodian Commander: Stand down, Salamandra! The Empire doesn't need to deal with a civil war. Salamandra: The Empire doesn't need to be so damn oppressive, either! I mean, we took over realm full of ponies for fucks sake! What was the point of that? Lizodian Commander: You know full well that Equestria's reserve of magic will be of much use to the Empire, and that Nightmare Squadron will surprise any who stand in our way. Salamandra: Fuck this! *pulls the rifle off her back and shoots the commander in the chest* Now! *two more female Lizodians decloak and start taking out the soldiers near the palace entrance* Salamandra: Nice work, sis. You too, Sailda. Sailda: But what happens after we secure the palace? You're the brains of this operation, Chamelia. Chamelia: We find the Portal Chamber. According to the logs I obtained from Dimensional Monitoring, there are alternate versions of our realm. Salamandra: Think there are alternate versions of us? Chamelia: It's a possibility. But we can find out once we get to the Portal Chamber. Salamandra: Right. Now let's storm this bitch! *the army rushes into the palace*
Dimensional Monitoring, Lizodia Island, Earth
Computer: Incoming transmission from the homeworld. Onyx: The hell? Put it on! *a Lizodian appears on screen* What's the problem, homeworld? Lizodian: General Onyx, we have an uprising in progress! Onyx: SHIT! Wait, who's leading it? Lizodian: Chamelia, Salamandra and Sailda. Onyx: MOTHERFUCKER! I thought those three were scheduled to be executed! Lizodian: We couldn't contain them. They've since organized a sizable group of rebels and are storming the palace as we speak! *suddenly the door is blown open on his end* Oh no, they're here! Salamandra: Surprise, motherfucker! *shoots the Lizodian dead as Chamelia and Salamandra disposes of everyone else* Onyx: Fuck... Salamandra: *looking at the screen* Oh, hey Onyx. Like what we've done with the place? Onyx: You're a fucking bitch, you know that? Salamandra: Love you too. Onyx: What is it you three want? Salamandra: In short, we want a Lizodia that isn't oppressive. We're sick and tired of Reptilius being a fucking tyrant! Onyx: We've been like this for a while, why are you now bitching about it? Salamandra: The invasion of Equestria was the final straw. Onyx: Well, I hope you ladies know you've put us in a bind. The Emperor and Empress are in the process of invading Earth's Netherworld. We can't afford to send troops to the homeworld. Salamandra: Oh, really? Good. Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but we have things to do. Catch you later! *blows a kiss and ends transmission* Onyx: I hate that bitch. *sighs* We honestly might be fucked... Lizodian: It all depends on if the uprising can be contained in time. Onyx: That's what I'm afraid of. See, those three were candidates for the Emperor's personal squad before Equestria happened. They're among our best trained troops, and they're leading an uprising. Lizodian: Ah, right...
Dimensional Monitoring, Lizodia City, Planet Lizodia
Chamelia: Why do you have to be such a flirt? Salamandra: Because it always get Onyx going. Sailda: Regardless, we need to finish securing the palace. Salamandra: Right!
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Post by Invader TAK on Dec 11, 2013 23:17:22 GMT -6
Dimensional Monitoring, Lizodia Island
Reptilius: *on screen* I knew I should have executed those three myself... Onyx: The problem is we don't know their exact numbers, but they have managed to storm the Lizodia City palace. Reptilius: So a sizable amount. How did I not see this coming? Onyx: You're hardly on the homeworld? Reptilius: True. So, I want you to contact every base outside of Lizodia City, tell them to concentrate all efforts on crushing the uprising. Onyx: And the Netherworld? Reptilius: Send 5,000 Metroid Troopers. It's time to make our move against the Sagrotan. Onyx: So between the homeworld uprising, the Netherworld, Equestria and its alternate human world, how are we gonna pull this off? Reptilius: We'll find a way, even if we have to completely destroy the homeworld to crush the uprising. Onyx: If you say so.
Dimensional Monitoring, Lizodia City
Lizodian: Commander Chamelia, what's the status report? Chamelia: *on a computer* Found a couple of alternate dimensions we could retreat to should everything go to Hell in a handbasket. Salamandra: Any details? Chamelia: Well in one, Lizodia did bring in Equestria and the Crystal Empire, but it was entirely peaceful. Also in this one, Reptilius and Ariel can use a strange weapon called a Keyblade. Salamandra: Weird. Sailda: A weapon that's a key, how strange. Salamandra: And the other universe? Chamelia: In that one, Reptilius and Ariel aren't even married, yet they're still good friends. Onyx seems to be there as well, only he's not an asshole. Salamandra: I guess there has to be at least ONE version of him that isn't a dick. Well, I'd say the dimension where Equestria is part of Lizodia would be the one to check out. Sailda: Agreed. I like the idea of a Lizodia that brought in Equestria and didn't do it with force. Chamelia: Alright, that'll be our escape area. I'll get us some portable teleporters and set them to it.
(Have some filler!)
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