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Ascendant Androids
Topic Started: Aug 30 2007, 09:47 PM (522 Views)
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"No.... Damn it, this can't be happening... This isn't happening!"

Makenshi's time had come. He protested, denied the fact, pleading to some intangible god for his life. But there was no miracle. The spear that impaled him, pinning his torso to the wall, refused to come out, and the blood continued to gush forth.

He gazed up at the one who had inflicted this fatal wound. A deep sense of betrayal flooded him. And now he had failed the rest of his team. His will to live diminished quickly.

Waveman was now prepared to accept his fate. He craned his neck downward. The puddle of blood was at such an unrealistic size. His pitiful figure was reflected from the crimson liquid. He was going to die.

And yet, there was still a tiny voice in his head that called out to him. It was ordering him to cling to life, to not give up until the very end. A mixed surge of hope and desperation filled him.

He had to survive.

But how?
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The swordsman collapsed, panting heavily. Fatigue was taking him over completely, and his injuries were only numb by now. He estimated that it would take weeks just to take out every single bullet in his body.

He desired sleep. He wanted to sleep, and never wake up for a long time. But he couldn't. He was still in enemy territory. And his comrades were waiting for him.

Struggling to his feet, he went onward with a limp. Beyond this door was the teleporter that would lead him out of this hellhole. It sensed his presence, then opened automatically. Stumbling into a rather large room, he was greeted not by the glowing capsule, but a familiar figure. He should have been pleased to see him, but something was not right. Why wasn't he in his armor? What was he doing here?

They stared at eachother without a word for a few minutes. Then the second man spoke. "Yo," was all he said.

The swordsman continued to glare at him.

"What's the matter?" inquired the second man. "Is something wrong?"

"What are you doing here?"

There was no answer.

"Answer me."

No response.

"..... Are you even.... him at all?"

Finally, the second man answered,"Why yes, of course! I am me, and no one else! I can't possibly be the chameleon. He's dead, remember?"

"Then why are you here?"

"Well, I guess I should explain myself..." The second man cleared his throat. "You see, I've discovered something."

"Oh? And that is?"

"My past."

"What?"

"I... I remember everything..."

"I don't understand."

"You don't say.... Well then, I should say that since I've regained all of my memories... I'm afraid I'm going to have to switch sides..." And at that moment, the second man instantly whipped out a revolver and fired.
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..... and he suddenly exploded into a fit of hysterical laughter. This was just too much! How things had gone exactly as planned.

How the Androids had fallen right into their trap. Right into their game of death.

After his maniacal ravings and catching his breath, he looked up at the screen before him.

All the pieces are in place. And now the pieces shall act on eachother. Now, who will make it out alive?
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"No longer can we fight amongst eachother. No longer can anyone simply ignore the bloodshed that is bound to happen. This will be the first war where every single nation shall be involved, and it will most likely be the shortest war as well. As human beings, along with robots... Every single one of us must work together. Every single one of us must fight together. If we can not achieve this, then all is lost, and we will all be wiped out. United, we stand. Divided, we fall.
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"I can't say I hate America at an extreme, but I'm no redneck flag-waving patriot. This is the country I live in, and even though I don't like it all the time, I know that I must protect my home when it is necessary. President James Weaving... I know that our nation would never inflict such turmoil and damage. I know that it is impossible for our government to be so corrupt. I know that our country has been... framed. And I know who's behind all of this."
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Makenshi was in complete darkness. He could not see, hear, or feel anything at all. His attempts to move were hampered by some invisible force that kept him frozen in place. What the hell was going on?

Then, in the distance, was a white light. It drew closer, becoming larger until it engulfed Makenshi's entire field of vision. Still unable to move a muscle, he found himself in a laboratory. In front of him were two men with their backs faced towards him. They were examining a robot, who didn't seem quite complete, with its wirings and metallic innards showing. On the right, Makenshi immediately recognized Dr. Wily. There was no mistaking that spiky yet balding, ridiculous hairdo. His partner was strangely familiar, yet Makenshi had never seen him before. He was young, standing taller than the doctor, with thick, brown hair. The two were having a conversation.

"We are making tremendous progress, Wily," the young man commented.

"Yes ve are!" the doctor remarked. "I have alvays dreamed of creating ze ultimate veapon, and thanks to you, eet eez right before my eyes!"

"There is something I am worried about, though. How can we be certain that Judgment will obey our command? We may have made his artificial intelligence a bit too advanced," the young man stated with concern and a hint of fear in his voice.

"Do not vorry," Dr. Wily replied. "I vill make sure that ve have our creation completely under our control."

"Okay. I'm counting on you not to get us killed."

Dr. Wily only chortled at the young man's comment. Makenshi saw that he was moving, and realized that he was being pulled towards the incomplete robot. He was now level with its face, and he found this proximity rather nerve-racking. Then, to his shock, its eyes flashed open, showing nothing but a pale white that seemed to suck him in...
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The thing lowered its eyes and bore a menacing grin. "We're looking for the key to the end of the world."

Oh great, another destroy/take over the world conspiracy, Vulcan thought. "Wait, what do you mean by a key?"

"Judgment."
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Death.
Hell.
Glory.
Judgment.

South of heaven. North of hell. Behind us is the all-consuming darkness. Ahead of us is the blinding, scorching light. We stand in the twilight.







2008.
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Ah, I was wondering when you would post up THAT. I like the preview - it tells us what's to come, but leaves us wanting more. Good work, Maks!
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A quite enjoyable read. Though I don't fully understand what is going on, I liked it nonetheless. Good job.
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One thing I should make a bit clearer: THIS is coming to ya in early 2008. REALLY early 2008. Which means around January to February.

Any other lost and unfinished novellas I've presented before are nothing compared to THIS. Oh yes, I assure that THIS is going to be freaking epic.

And I refuse to stop capitalizing THIS.
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Well, I don't know about everyone else, but I can't wait to read the whole thing.
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Just a note: Storywise in the time line, this takes place before Tonight The Stars Revolt, and Tonight The Stars Revolt takes place BEFORE Wanted. So this story fills in the gap between the Androids as a merry team to their disbanding and Makenshi getting himself in prison.

Also....
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The ring whizzed past Brandon's face, the deadly blade missing him by a mere inch. The four Androids looked behind them and saw the white robot recalling the ring to his arm, with the robotic hounds stalking behind him.

"Normally I would have just let you die from the toxin, but if you persist in going on like stubborn mules, then I might as well have some fun!" the white robot jeered with another one of his insane grins. There was a crackling sound as electricity began to course through his rings.

"Damn, I don't think we can take this guy AND the dogs..." Makenshi huffed. Indeed, the Androids were weakened, and the combined assault of the vicious hounds and the white robot would be too much for them.

"What dogs?" A confused voice called out. Makenshi realized that the white robot had spoken those words. What did he mean? Weren't the hounds under his control? Didn't he see them trotting right behind him?

And that was the moment they attacked. There were four of them, and with a growl they tackled the white robot five yards away from where he stood, their powerful jaws seizing vital parts with their vice like grip. Struggling to fight them off, he discharged volts of electricity from his body, and the hounds immediately jumped away from their prey. He fired his rings out, and within seconds the dogs were in pieces.

"Damn it," the white robot yelled in frustration. "Where the hell did those mutts come from?"

He was answered by the twang of an instrument. Everyone, including the white robot, gazed up at the source of the noise. Perched high atop a raised platform stood a man in a black trenchcoat. His hair was snowy white, and underneath his coat he wore gray with black stripes. There was an electric guitar in his hands, and the sound it produced had an edge, as if the guitar was equipped with an overdrive, yet there was no amplifier in sight to make this possible. The guitar appeared to be making the sound by itself.

The man in the trenchcoat began to perform a solo. His fingers darted up and down the frets with lightning speed, playing amazingly fast. Then, only a few seconds into the solo, he gave the guitar a sudden jerk, pointing it at the people below him. Makenshi noticed something attached to the back of the guitar, running along the neck. At first he wasn't sure what the odd contraption was, but it looked like the barrel of-

"RUN!"

The man struck a chord, and a rocket shot out of the barrel. Makenshi, Crys, Johnny, Brandon, and the white robot scattered in the nick of time as the missile exploded upon impact of the ground. The man jumped from the platform and landed before them, with the robotic hounds rushing to his side.

"And you are?" the white robot demanded.

The man in the trenchcoat grinned. "Heh! The name's Pride, and don't forget it!"
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I'm still as confused as ever, but I like it nonetheless.
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On second thought, the release of THIS will be postponed until after the community event, whenever that may be, seeing as though I will be working on that as well. In the meantime, enjoy The Business of War =D
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