Post by Phrozin on May 29, 2014 15:06:04 GMT
((I am aware that the rewards for this won't apply to the current saga, I would simply like to keep writing this.))
Phrozin's Datalog Entry #3: Stranded
I have lost all contact with my fleet, but I will return to them as soon as I can.
It is imperative that I carry out this mission myself. The soldiers are weak - but they are supposed to be. I have tracked the assailants from the uprisings here, to planet SK-2-00-3. The whole planet is a frozen wasteland. Nothing lives here, nothing can. Except for me. I find nothing but comfort in this icy prison. I must keep up the chase, no matter the cost. The next entry will be given shortly, if I come back alive. There is a chance that I will not. The fighters from last time were surprisingly powerful, however menial they seemed to be. They were just footsoldiers, however. The true strength of the mystery assailant is not to be underestimated. Over and out.
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A cold hurricane blasted out around Phrozin as he emerged from his pod, the spherical transport totally destroyed by a volley of land-based cannons. It was dented and blown to shreds, the small crew it carried totally lifeless. His cloak, a fine black fur draped over his shoulders, blew heavily to the side. But he did not need it. The cold didn't affect him - it was not as cold as the vacuum of space, not even close. He hopped down, his feet sinking into a light layer of snow but he could tell the layers of ice beneath were much thicker. Turning, he glanced at his pod, which was already buried half-way in snow. It looked as if it were here for many suncycles. It would remain here, he thought, for even longer. Then, Phrozin wiped it from his mind, instead looking at the large fortress before him. It was at least a mile away, but it was in the possession of the Galactic Fleet before it was attacked and completely apprehended. Phrozin knew exactly what was going on when the distress signal first reached him, and he had set off on his own to answer it. He had forgotten about the defenses the outpost had, though, and his craft was blown out of the atmosphere. They would have to try harder than that to kill him, though. Much harder. And yet, he knew the true danger of this outpost.
Within its confines was a secret military project that he himself had commissioned - titled simply "Mechanical Hellfire", it was meant to be a deployable weapon that could fight as strong as an elite. Truly, a useful tool, but it was decommissioned due to mechanical failures. They couldn't get it to take orders, see. It often engaged protocols it had created itself, and therefore it had to be powered down and stored here, in the only outpost on a lonely planet. Someone found out about it, though. That was the only reason they would be here; it is the only reason they would attack it. He slowly approached the building on foot, but eventually broke into a light float, his feet dragging off of the ground. They would be looking for his body soon. Shedding his cloak, he took off like a bullet towards the building, but made sure to stay close to the ground. He slowed himself when he approached a massive, frozen-over metal wall. Espionage was his speciality, after all, and so he tore a section of the metal out with his hands. Double-checking that no-one was watching, he ducked inside, the walls being extremely empty to allow for the vast plumbing and electrical systems. He was aware that the gate, a gigantic sliding door duo, was on the opposite side of the compound. For the time being, he had the element of surprise. They would notice the destroyed section soon enough, though, and so he had to work fast.
It was as if he was in his natural habitat when he was within the walls. With his power level greatly suppressed, he caused little suspicion as he silently made his way through the inner-workings of the building. Eventually, he reached the second floor corridor, a long passage in the very center of the outpost where the elevator stations were. Crawling along the pipes lining the ceiling, he was completely hidden in their darkness, although when he looked down he could see that there was nothing to hide from. He dropped, landing crouched and on his feet with a muffled thump, scanning his immediate surroundings. Nothing. That was very strange, this hallway should be guarded, at least. He glanced up, still crouched. The monitoring camera was facing the other direction, but he was too low for it to see him, anyway. He gathered ki in his palm and held his breath as he tossed it upward. It was destroyed in a brief explosion, and then he dashed past it, heading out of the nearest door which exited onto a large balcony.
The howling wind hit his ears again, and he looked up, squinting slightly in the pummelling snow. There were three more floors to the structure, but he had seen no guards at all. Not even the dead ones that should be littering the ground. He stepped forward. The balcony overlooked gigantic mountains of ice in the distance, with an unnaturally flat area between them and the outpost. It was large enough to land a small aircraft on, the balcony. Heading to the edge and looking over, he could see where all the guards had gone. In the walled-off ‘courtyard’, there stood a silent giant - the deactivated Mechanical Hellfire. Its lights were dead and it was covered in frost, and the large group of soldiers fought to thaw and activate it. It was very large, the head section reaching over the balcony, but Phrozin still went unnoticed. A voice boomed from above him, a powerful voice from a well-built man standing at the uppermost level of the tower.
“Keep at it! I want this machine ready by the time I get down there!”
Phrozin glanced up. The man turned away shortly after, and re-entered the control room. Mounted above it was a large cannon, aimed skyward. Phrozin quickly ascended, mixing between flight and climbing to reach the top section. He squatted on the railing of the window that led inside, watching the invaders. Three people, all with their backs to him, one of which being larger than the other two. He pointed a finger at the men to his side.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
The larger man spoke. Phrozin scowled. He fired anyway, two thin, black lasers extending from each hand, headed to penetrate their targets’ necks. But, in the knick of time, the man pushed them down, and the beams uselessly pierced the wall. The two were on their feet soon enough, but Phrozin was upon them, landing a few solid blows on one to incapacitate him before swapping to the other, but a large arm collided with his upper body and knocked him over. He flew off the side of the outpost, but regained his balance in the air and floated back up.
“I won’t have you killing my men, tyrant. I’m going to need them for when I come after your lord.”
Phrozin crossed his arms, cocking his head to the side. He was unimpressed by this man, who appeared to be extremely humans aside from his pointed ears. He wore a mighty battlesuit that had obviously seen its fair share of combat, and had a velvet cape of a deep red color. It was very lavish but carried an edge of intimidation about it. Phrozin, however, was not scared.
“I would like for your to see just what kind of horror you have created here, though. So please, if you would be so kind, go and die for me.”
He vanished, and appeared against above his Phrozin. His speed…. Before he could even react to it, two large fists hit the side of Phrozin’s head, sending him spiralling down to the lowest section of the outpost. He lost consciousness for a second before stumbling to his feet, and a large vibration in the ground attracted his attention. There was a creaking sound, the sudden spurt of steam and gas, and then a dominating red light. Turning, he could see that the robot had been activated, and it stood at full height, four stories tall. It rose an arm. Phrozin’s eyes widened, and he bolted away before it could hit him, tumbling into the snow. Instead, the large machine’s three-tonne arm crashed into the wall, knocking down an entire section into the wasteland. It needed a moment to calibrate, and Phrozin used that to his advantage, bouncing up its leg and chopping the side of his hand at the joint of its knee. His hand stung and the robot moved not. Instead, its other arm swung around, metal crashing into Phrozin head-on and smashing him into the other wall, which promptly fell like the first.
Falling, he came to in the snow with the machine looming above him, but when he stood up, he was much larger. Certainly not as large as it was itself, but large enough. He cracked his neck. This was not going to be easy. He leaped from the ground, spiralling it in the air and chucking small spheres of energy at it periodically. They exploded into white and grey clouds, but left no mark on the automaton’s outer shell. He landed delicately on the edge of one of the walls, yet he was left with no time to rest as the arm swung around yet again. This time, however, Phrozin was somewhat prepared for it, jumping up and then forcing his legs down, slamming it down. It crushed the wall, and the machine swayed to the side. While it was temporary occupied, he dashed up to its shoulder and slammed a large fist into its oblong head-piece, but only managed to dent it somewhat. He continued the assault for two more blows before an explosion hit him in the back and sent him flying away, rockets fired from the Hellfire’s hidden weapons storages. They were located all around the machine, in little pockets that, in this storm, were nigh invisible. Phrozin stumbled back to his feet, shaking the stars out of his eyes when a large piece of metal collided with his side, once again knocking him airborne. All the while, the man at the top of the tower watched, pleased, from his safe little window.
Phrozin found a bed of snow awaiting him when he fell, laying there for a moment before standing up again. He could take a beating, he would be fine - but this creation could dish out a lot more than he gave it credit for. That’s a problem. He cracked his neck and shook off some of his pain and snow. After inhaling, he kicked off the ground and gained a deep black aura, shooting off for the machine at as high a speed as he could manage, sticking an elbow out. There was a massive shockwave as his elbow was imbedded into the front shell of the machine, and it was dented heavily, but it wasn’t stopped from chopping an arm down on him, crushing him once more into the snow and blasting the surrounding area with even more of the powder. Phrozin’s body strained trying to lift the giant appendage, surprised at how much energy he had to expend just to keep it at bay. Was it getting stronger, or was he getting weaker? Eventually, it lifted off - but made way for the other arm, which grabbed him from the left and tossed him into the air. He spun like a top until he forced himself to stop, head-level with the machine. Its shoulder lifted up, revealing a fresh rack of rockets. Acting quickly, Phrozin pointed his finger at the joint and fired a thin laser. It pierced through the gears and the armor covering, forcing the panel to close just as it was about to fire. Instead, the missiles were released inside of its shoulder. There was a rumbling and a very loud, fiery explosion. Phrozin had to cover his face with his arms, letting himself be carried off slightly by the blast. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that its arm had fallen off - the explosives had destroyed the shoulder socket. More steam blasted from the machine, and its lights glowed even brighter. It had locked onto Phrozin, and there were already more missiles on his tale. He dove, heading straight for the machine again, spiralling around the bombs that flew into the emptiness of the surrounding wasteland. He came up around to the metal giant’s side, planting his leg firmly into the armor with a solid kick, knocking it to the side somewhat. A large blaster appeared on its one remaining arm, and soon a volley of green energy-charged bolts where headed at Phrozin. He deflected a few with his hands before the rest overtook him, battering his chest and knocking him out of the air.
And when he returned, he was different. With an elongated head and broad shoulders, he was much… uglier than before, but his power made up for it. Surrounded by a gathering aura, He threw his arms to his sides and forced the storm around him to succumb before heading back in to fight the machine. It was like child’s play now. Each swift punch rocked the machine to its core and forced it to stumble back, denting and smashing the reinforced metal as if it were plastic. The man in the tower grew a frown. He should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. Weapons appeared all over the machine’s frame, but Phrozin made short work of them whenever they popped up, ultimately disarming it before dealing the final, powerful, finishing blow. A solid chop to the top of it’s ‘head’, the metal was completely flattened and squashed in half down to its damaged shoulders. The lights flickered, it sparked, steamed, blew gaskets - and then the titan fell, rocking the ground upon ending its descent.
Phrozin turned his gaze up, but the man was already on the move, heading to the small hangar-bay to the end of the facility. Shrinking back down to his restrained form, he sprinted through the snow to give chase for a few moments before the singular pod took off into the sky.
But Phrozin wasn’t going to let him get away that easily. Snapping back into his brute form, the Arcosian made chase as a streak of purple-black light after the pod, even after it left the planet’s atmosphere. He took off too quickly, he would have to land soon, Phrozin thought. And when he did, Phrozin would be there to end him.