Alliances... (Bhim Government Collapse.) (Mature)

X-7 knew this was his chance to strike. He leaped up into the air, extending a wrist blade, which he quickly energized. Then, with the help of his jet pack, he rammed the wrist blade into the creature's head, stalling for a moment as the creature registered it was dead. Then he ripped the blade out in a spray of blood and brain fluid, and jumped back to his place beside DragMES, as the mammoth creature crashed to the ground, it's hundreds of wounds starting to clot in death. It's laser battle axe hit the floor and deactivated, and there was silence...

<span style='color:green'>Enemy neutralized, no more foes detected. Unit Temrin of the Blood Faction is currently critically injured, yet has been repaired by an enemy unit, illogical manuevre.</span>

<span style='color:blue'>It's called friendship...</span> X-7 muttered, more to himsel than to his computer side, although he knew his computer side heard and noted everything. He walked over to Temrin and crouched down. <span style='color:blue'>Hmm... Chemical solution, no traces of toxicity... Better get her somewhere safe... And inject a vaccine just in case...</span> He lifted her onto his shoulder, and carried her to a safe alleyway a short ways from the battleground, far enough that no one would go there under normal battle conditions. He then injected her with a small dose of a vaccine, to prevent infection or any after effects of Jahhar's potion. With that, he leaned her up against the wall, carefully hidden by a few piles of rubble from the rooftops above so that no random males got an urge, and bolted off towards the distant sounds of fighting... As he came upon the battleground, he noted how each member of "The Lost" had a Teslo counterpart. It seemed almost ironic... But he shook the though from his head. He noted at how the fight wasn't far from the original break in that he, Temrin and DragMES had done, and so he shouted towards the hole. <span style='color:blue'>DragMES! Gather up the few soldiers remaining and get out here! Open fire at everyone and everything!</span> And with that, he willed his vulcan to assemble on his right shoulder and his missile launcher on his left. Both were soon pouring missiles and bullets everywhere, X-7 knowing that "The Lost" would just reform from any attack that crippled or destroyed their body. He raked the battleground several times, and then focused all his fire on Jahhar, just as he appeared to throw something towards Revol. X-7 locked onto it, and shattered it with a single well placed energy blast from a lethal looking handgun. He then extended both both wrist blades, and after his missile launcher and vulcan had dissassembled, he charged and crossed the gap between him and Jahhar. He swung only once, a powerful vertical swing, hopefully it would connected and Jahhar would be shorn in half before this event could escalate further. <span style='color:blue'>Sorry I have to do this kid, you were a good ally, too bad you decided to go back to the enemy...</span> He shouted as his wrist blade came down, humming and glowing with a faint blue energy...


Gregory hit a lamp post, beding it almost in two as his bones cracked and broke in several places. He got up, and flexed, the bones already snapping back into place and reknitting. He stared coldly at Kama after his neck spun 250 degrees back into place.

"I gave you a chance for mercy and escape before. There will be no same chance this time. This time it is until I am ordered otherwise, or I kill you..."

He leaped upwards, and then, silhouetted by the moon, became a mass of shifting molecules, that came down and reformed only inches before Gregory's boot connected with Kama's skull...



Sanders chuckled, and increased the pressure his walker was putting out, currently only a fraction of it's true strength. The walker then extended a third blade, which carved it's way through the air towards Sabato.

"No worries, it'll all be over soon, either by me, or them..."

Sanders joked, as the creatures reached the barrier of air molecules tightly packed together protecting the walkers legs, made of an incredibly flexible, strong material created by Sanders himself, and travelled around it, towards the other combatants, and Sabato...



Hunt smirked. before gingerly touching his face. He looked at the blood on his gloves for a moment, as the wounds healed over, the tiny molecules healing themselves at an incredibly rapid rate.

"You know, I live for fighting, and after awhile, I can judge who is even worth my time. Feel special, cause you're one of the best fighters I've seen yet, even if you ARE only mortal..."

He leaped forwards, tackling Auraron around the middle and plowing him back into the wall of the building closest. He then set to work using his powered gauntlets to pound at Auraron's torso, gut, head, and just about every place he could land a punch. After pounding on him for a while, he took a step back, and raised his shrapnel blade for a final hook to his neck, to end it all...



Khuyt laughed aloud.

"Smarter than you look!"

He exclaimed, his chest still heaving with laughter. He flexed again, and then began launching a hail of red energy blasts that dissintigrated everything they touched in a spray of chaotic acidic magic. Khuyt kept firing the lethal storm, knowing she couldn't destroy them with her pathetic little flame artifact. Pure chaos magic was a force not to be reckoned with, but a force to be bowed down to...



Dom had found it, the exit to the maze! He stood at the door, but before leaving his own nightmare of a mind, he turned and launched a single explosive round into the farthest mirror directly in front of him. The entire maze shattered, sending fragments of "The Lost" everywhere...

<span style='color:gray'>REVOL!</span> Dom shouted as he snapped awake, and found Rogue near him. He smiled at her apologetically, and stood up, before reloading his gun with all explosive rounds. He faced Rogue and embraced her, still grinning from ear to ear. <span style='color:gray'>I don't know if you know me well enough my daughter, but I'm a stubborn old fool, and I WILL NOT REST UNTIL REVOL IS SENT TO THE AFTERLIFE FOR GOOD!</span> He drew both his guns and let Rogue go, before walking out into the red moonlight, which blanketed the area in a crimson glow...




Revol was laughing hysterically. Not only had he been saved by a turncoat, but Jahhar actually had the notion to kill him, HIM! The Nightmare himself! He continued laughing crazily, before slowly realising that all these mortals were not joking, it might be just a game to him, toying with their lives during his real quest to extinguish the rapine from the universe, but they actually thought him as a menace they could destroy! Not if he could help it, and from this point on, he would make sure they didn't have the time to find a way to destroy him. From now on, this game of cat and mouse with him pretending to be the mouse was over. He would assume his role as the cat once more, like he was on Earth so long ago...

"Jahhar, you and your family have just signed your death certificate, because you have meddled in my plans for the last time. You could have been a high ranking soldier, with power, wealth, everything, and you threw it all away because of a foolish whim to bring my team down. YOU CANNOT AND WILL NOT STOP ME!"

He ran forwards, pushing X-7 aside, but in actuality throwing him to the ground with a meer touch, as if he was a rag doll and sent a punch towards Jahhar, using every ounce of power he could draw from the rhythm. Jahhar and his family would DIE tonight. Along with everyone else who stood in the way of his path for vengance against the hated Rapine...

 

X-7 grunted as his metal made a grinding noise and he slid across the asphalt into the nearest building. He winced, and then shut down, the small flick in Revol's perspective being enough to cripple the war machine, at least for the time being...


Gregory didn't reply, bur frontflipped over the shurikens and continued to send roundhouse kicks, axe kicks, and all sorts of fancy martial arts leg attacks at Kama, strangely not making a sound as his body weaved and twisted. He was going to let this drag out, as per Revol's telepathic orders...


Sanders chucckled, before grabbing onto the joystick controls of his walker. He had previously only been using voice commands, letting his walker's advanced A.I. make the attack and defense maneuvers. He yanked both joysticks back, making the walker leap back into the reptile flooded street. There was a chorus of crunches as the heavy machine crushed tens of the animals, and then a whine of hydraulics, as Sanders slammed one of the joysticks forward. With a slight twist of a joystick and a second's calculations, The walker was leaping forwards, sending a mammoth kick that would hit Sabato directly as he came down. The three plasma sabers also pointed forwards, ready to hack at any piece of the enemy that the gargantuan kick missed...



Hunt continued to laugh crazily.

"This IS an excellent fight! If only I could capture you, I'd kepp you as a sparring partner! But tough luck, your due date is tonight!"

He twisted his wrist, and the gravitaional pull of the small area suddenly jerked out of control. Their bodies warped and twisted, one moment being heavier than a tank, and the next minute being lighter than air. Hunt used everything to his advantage, swinging punches when his fists were heavy as lead, and leaping into the air when he was light as a feather, before bringing his heavy boots down at Auraron the next second as the gravity changed again. This area was a one of randomness...


Khuyt only cocked his head to the side, his eyes glowing red with the power contained in his frail mortal body. <span style='color:red'>Under what circumstances did I say I was afraid of heat? My Chaos Energy can protect as well as attack, you know...</span> He ceased his barrage of energy, and pointed a hand at the lava, from which spurted a beam of red energy. Khuyt let the beam wander over a small area, and then ceased it, as a massive beast formed itself out of rock, which rapidly cooled the lava around it. The beast bared six inch long fangs, and roared, whipping it's tail around. It was an ancient Gigantasaurus from earth, but Timaro wouldn't know that, especially since the rock cooled to bone almost as quickly as it had turned to rock from lava. Khuyt leaped upon the neck of his creation, and opened his arms wide, sparking the ignition of his dinosaur's three clawed hands in a spray of chaos energy. A mobile bone dinosaur repellant to heat, with claws consisting of pure unbridled chaos energy that would horribly twist, disintigrate, or mutate anything organic with a touch, such was the unpredictable nature of Chaos Energy. It wasn't called Chaos for nothing...



Dom charged into the fray, leaping into the air and sending bullets every which way, the rounds hitting the robotic soldiers the Teslos had summoned, and blowing them to pieces in sprays of machinery and organic material. He had soon reloaded several hundred times, and had exterminated almost every single one of the creatures, whom he thought were under "Lost" control. He then walked slowly towards the pairs of two, firing a single normal bullet at every single fighter's head, with the exception of an explosive round at Sanders...


Revol roared to the sky, before giving Jahhar's broken body a savage kick. He then turned on his heel, and faced the Teslos.

"You have all chosen to fight against me, and that was your undoing. You can try as you might to kill me! BUT NOTHING YOU PUNY MORTALS CAN DO CAN KILL ME!!!"

He believed the lie, not knowing the limits of his own power, although limits there certainly were. The deal he had struck with the dark immortal had not only given his team the mighty powers, but it had given him the weakness of the immortal god himself. The song... Nobody seemed to realise this however, even "The Lost" themselves...

Revol roared to the crimson moon again, before feeling a single drop of liquid fall from the glowing red object onto his muzzle. He felt the drop, and held it up to his eyes. It was blood... The moon was crying blood for him... He growled at the drop, and stooped over the broken fragments of the vial. He scooped it up in his powered glove, and then, in the vision of everyone awake, consumed the entire content of his hand. He then grinned crazily at both his team and the Teslos, noting how indeed when he was not in a live host the draught had absolutely no side effects. The one thing that could damage him, or so they all thought, proved ineffective. But there WAS one person there that night that could destroy Revol and his team, through a rigorous fight... The one with the power to distort the rhythm...

 

"The Lost" obliged the command as soon as it was given, and every member leaped back to Revol's side, Khuyt still riding his skeletal dinosaur, Hunt still grinning deleriously with battle lust, Gregory still staring coldly at everyone and everything, Sanders having leaped his walker over in a single bound, was doing a quick systems check, and found everything to be functioning at 100%. Revol was staring at Jahhar with an evil glint in his eye. He nodded to Sanders, and Sanders flipped a switch inside his walker, releasing the lock on Revol's wrist. Revol nodded again, as an acknowledgement, and then tapped a few keys on the small keypad hidden underneath a lockable hatch. Suddenly, with a final push of a button, a virus was triggered within Jahhar's machinery, one of the most powerful, unstoppable viruses ever created by Alan Sanders of "The Lost". The virus attacked the link between his augmentations and his organic mind, maing him not only perfectly imobile, but now susceptable to the second part of the virus, the part that invaded Jahhar's mind, plastering false memories everywhere, deleting all of his old ones. It was Revol's trump card, his final planned attack on the Teslos. Jahhar WOULD be his, no matter the cost, he would have every powerful being on this world at his side, or have them dead...

Dom growled, and began running forwards, dashing through the Teslos, skidding back and forth in order to reach Revol and wrap his hands around his throat. He suddenly stalled however, as he saw Revol hit the few keys and Jahhar tense. He knew exactly what Revol wanted...

X-7 could hear everything going on, but it wasn't for a few seconds until he regained his vision. His video imaging came back first, revealing "The Lost" reforming into a group. He knew Jahhar had been attacked with a virus, and although he might work for Jahhar's enemy, his friendship would come first. He leaped over to Jahhar in a milisecond, and soon had every single access port available stuffed with a connector from himself. He began to shut down the virus, but before he could even get past the first layer of the extensive program, it blacklashed, shutting every single one of his systems down. It was the first sentient computer virus, which complemented his organic virus nicely, and X-7 hit the asphalt within seconds of linking up, his eyes wide in shock...

Revol roared with laughter at X-7's pitiful attempt, and then hit a few more keys on the pad. After a few moments, an entire fleet of cargo jets landed on the ground with a hiss of anti gravity engines, and their baack bay doors all open at precisely the right moment. What seemed like several hundred soldiers, hand picked by Revol himself, Shock Troopers and Heavy Weapons Assault Troopers, backed up by at least ten weaker copies of Sander's Combat Walker, all stormed out and formed a wide circle around the entire group. Nobody could move without being filled with bullets, energy blasts, heavy weapons fire, missiles, or any manner of attack. Last of all a personalized jet black Hovercopter decsended from the sky. "The Lost" quickly got on the Hovercopter, Khuyt leaving his dinosaur behind to crumble into dust, and it floated over the circle silently, like a omen of disaster. It remained in the standoff for several tense moments, before Revol's voice boomed from everywhere, over the loudspeakers of every large aircraft and vehicle.

"Listen up, all of you, because this concerns your lives! I have found you, my most hated Teslos, to be worthy enough to join my ranks, for you knwo the saying, 'keep your allies close, and your enemies closer'. I think you'll appreciate my offer, especially since Jahhar could be dead anywhere with a whim if you resist. As for the Gunslinger. You were going to be offered the same deal, but because of your rash actions, I have decided to execute you and your daughter. Temrin and X-7. For your obvious treason, Temrin, I shall decide your fate at a later date, as your friendship with Jahhar is not overly concerning. X-7 however, for your serious offense and alliance with the Shades Of Black, you shall be killed along with the Gunslinger and his daughter. DragMES, you have served me faithfully for the short amount of time you've been involved with "The Lost" and are now going to supervise the aprehension of the Teslos and Temrin. Thank you all for your cooperation."

The black Hovercopter stalled for a moment more, before spiraling up and flying off towards the warehouse district, where "The Lost" would finish the operation they were going to start, without the hinderance of mortals...

A single Shock Trooper donning a full suit of body armor, a thin helmet with "The Lost" symbol on the forehead, and an assault rifle walked forwards towards DragMES. He quickly motioned to a few other troopers, who approached Temrin and the Teslos, keeping their weapons ready, but taking handcuffs from their belts. <span style='color:red'>DragMES, Sir, Corporal Toke of "The Lost" Special Corps, reporting for duty. Proceeding with the apprehension of said subjects, any further orders?</span>

 

Revol felt the change in the song before they had gotten even close to the warehouse district. The tribal drum chorus had altered itself into a solo violin act, typical of either old and scholarly people, or intelligent evildoers such as himself. He growled and stood up.

"Turn this bucket around! And drop us off at the second nearest building to the circle!"

He shouted at the A.I. who promptly obeyed, and soon his team was standing at the edge of the building closest to the circle overlooking the scene just as Medhsnuja's last words finished echoing. Revol closed his visor, and was copied by Hunt. Sanders activated his reflective blast shield, Gregory lowered his headset, and Khuyt put on his helmet. These were Revol's best men, and he wouldn't let them fall to some old fart just because he didn't like the fact that Revol was going to rob and kill him!

<span style='color:gray'>Medhsnuja Panym, such a delightful surprise... You honestly think you're going to stop us? a single ancient pendragon against an entire army... I'll be at your funeral, you can bet on that...</span>

The whispered telepathic message was made to drive him off, hopefully back into hiding at his base, where Revol would trail him to, and then proceed to ransack and steal from, before killing all inside. He knew it was a long shot, and even if Medhsnuja decided to run, Revol might have expended half his remaining energy protecting his troops. But at least the S.O.B. leader would probably take care of that pesky two faced X-7 for him...