OOC: Dyo 41th, 81379; dusk BIC: Jahhar walked slowly over the ruins of the city. He had eaten a couple of hours ago and was ready to resume the search for this cloaked dragon, that was possibly the Teslo's hunter. Jahhar retraced the steps that the warriors in the images had taken. He followed the path as he remembered it. He walked silently. Gregory was presumably behind him. He walked all the way to the cliff and looked over the edge. "There doesn't seem to be much here..." murmered Jahhar. He recognized black stains in the ground that he had seen before. This time he knew where they had come from... The cliff dropped down at least 500 feet. If that cloaked dragon was falling so quickly, survival from the fall would be virtually impossible. Jahhar examined the lip of the cliff. There were some stones, but other than that, it was a sheer drop down. It was possible that the cloaked dragon had grappled onto some rocks... Jahhar flew down from the top of the cliff and landed lightly on his feet. He looked around before yawning. He recalled the image and where the dragon should have landed, assuming that he hit the bottom. Jahhar walked over to the place and picked up a handful of the sand. It looked normal, slightly charred. Jahhar knelt down on his hands and knees and started digging into the sand. He hadn't dug very far when he found a darkened skull imbeded into the ground. It was most likely the skull of the cloaked dragon. Jahhar let out a sigh of relief. The cloaked dragon had died after all... Jahhar wanted to examine the skull further, so he started pulling at it. It was lodged into the ground. He dug away at the sand around it before he was finally able to start twisting it up and out of the ground. When he got it out of the ground, he looked into it. "Out from the abyss I came, into the abyss I go. Death is my doorway." read an inscription inside of the skull. Jahhar turned to look behind him, he heard something coming towards him. It was a small snake-like creature. Jahhar shook his head and looked back at the skull. Suddenly, without warning, the snakelike creature transformed into a dragon. "Jahhar Teslo, I've heard that a new guy in town put a bounty on your head." "What? What are you talking about? my record is clean." "Not according to him." laughed the dragon, drawing a knife. Jahhar grabbed the dragon's arm before he had a chance to stab at Jahhar. The dragon lifted up his other arm which transformed into the head of a serpent. It lashed out at Jahhar and bit him. Jahhar let go of the dragon's hand and stumbled back. The toxin started to set in. Jahhar quickly reached for an antidote in his scatchel. "He wants you dead Jahhar..." laughed the dragon, quickly scatching the scatchel and jumping back like lightning. Where was Gregory?...
A heavy sniper round suddenly slammed into the 'dragon's chest, showering the surrounding area with gore and blood as he was sent flying back. Gregory promptly jumped down afterwards, landing softly despite the sheer drop. After holstering his rifle, he ignited in shadow and looked to Jahhar. In a flash, Gregory lunged to Jahhar and fastened his grip on Jahhar's wound. The shadow started to errode away the surrounding molecules, but the venom also began dripping onto the sand, sucked out by god knows what. Letting go of Jahhar, he turned to the "seemingly" dead body of the shapeshifting attacker.
Jahhar staggered back against the wall of the cliff. Strange magic... "Don't kill him if he is still alive," mumbled Jahhar to Gregory, "He may be able to tell us more about who hired him." The bounty hunter was on the ground, curling up in pain. He opened Jahhar's scatchel and found some healing elixers. The dragon chuckled to himself as he drank one and his wounds healed. "So you got lucky eh? I guess now we are even, since I just did too." spoke the dragon, laughing to himself. Jahhar ran towards the dragon who put the scatchel and knife away and turned both of his hands into serpent-like creatures. He started striking at Jahhar rapidly. Jahhar was prepared and dodged the attacks, each one narrowly missing. Jahhar suddenly grabbed both serpent-like creatures at once and front kicked the dragon in his jaw. Jahhar attacked so quickly, that it forced the dragon back and the serpent-like creatures, which were his arms, were torn from his body and left in Jahhar's hands. "Who hired you?" "That is for me to know and for you to not know..." "Gregory, you deal with this scoundrel and get him to talk. Do as you will but don't kill him..." Things would probably get messey...
Gregory nodded, and turned to the bounty hunter, his eyes cold and unforgiving. Then he suddenly collapsed, and his body reverted to that of a young girl, rotted and cut all over. A spectre was left, a spirit image of what Gregory appeared as. It began walking forwards, before vaporising and flowing into the hunter. He struggled and screamed, but it was hopeless, and his eyes slowly went glossy, and his body ceased moving. The Bounty Hunter suddenly began talking in what sounded like mindless babble, but what really was every single secret he had kept since the day he was born. He continued babbling on, leaving Jahhar to obtain the information from the ceaseless muttering. After a few minutes, it suddenly cut out, and the dragon slumped down further into the sand, before the spectral entity flowed back out from him, and came to a halt beside Jahhar. "I hope you were listening... I am usually forbidden by Revol to exert that much of my influence, even against my enemies, he feels it disgraces our powers and spirits, and taints us further than we already are..." He went silent, then in a flurry of particles and spiritual energy, he had retaken the body of the girl, and it had altered back to show him as his normal self... "Now what is your next plan of action, judging you recieved some useful information from him?"
Jahhar rubbed his chin. "The one who hired him goes by the alias of, Cloaked Shadow. This dragon posted up a bounty and this bounty hunter that you know just possessed knows nothing more except that he is to bring my corpse to an abandoned hideout in the Machina Ruins. I know which one he is speaking of. Before we go, I want to call an old friend and see if he knows about this Cloaked Shadow..." Jahhar pulled out a cellphone and dialed some numbers. "Yes?" came a voice on the other end "What do you know about the Cloaked Shadow." replied Jahhar "Ah, you mean the one that posted up a bounty on your head. Look, I havn't seen him before and I don't know where he came from. I don't know anything, no one knows anything." "Can you give me a call if you hear anything?" "Sure, I'll try to look into this and see what I find." Jahhar hung up. "Let's go to the building where my corpse belonged." He flew up to the top of the cliff and started walking into the main part of the ruins. As he entered the abandoned building, he recognized it. At one time, a while back, there had been a cut in the fabrics of time, right in the back of the building. Jahhar walked to the back and opened a door. He entered the room. Nothing was there... Jahhar spotted something shining on the wall in the back of the room. He walked over to it and examined it closely. It was a button. Jahhar pushed it and a secret entrance slid open. Jahhar walked in, presumably, Gregory was following Jahhar. Jahhar walked down a long corridor. On the sides of the walls were windows. Jahhar looked into a huge lab. Scientists were doing experiments. Jahhar watched as a some scientists connected some wires from a machine into a dragon. When they were finished, the dragon charged up a blast of dark energy and fired it at a target which was vaporized instantly. Some other scientists worked on enhancing weapons while some mixed potions into deadly poisons. The entire lab was being used to enhance magic through the means of machina. Jahhar walked to the end of the hallway. He opened the door which was at the end. He entered the room which was an office. There were two doors at the sides of the office, labled: stairs. Those door must have led down to the labs. Jahhar approached the desk. The chair was empty, but only temporarily as a dragon materialized into it. "Good afternoon, Jahhar." spoke calmly, the voice of the dragon who had appeared in the chair. The dragon that had appeared was wearing a long, black robe, but his hood wasn't on. His fur was completely black and his eyes were a royal purple color. The dragon appeared to be in his twenties possibly even if he wasn't. "Who are you? What do you want?" asked Jahhar intently. "Jahhar, don't lie to me. You know who I am, I am the one who's profile you viewed back in your excuse for a hideout," spoke the dragon crisply, "I wanted you dead, but now that I've met you in person, I've decided to give you the option to work for me." "What? are you mad? You killed my parents!" replied Jahhar, raising his voice slightly. "Fine, have it your way, I'll lock you up and ask you later," spoke the dragon, maintaining his composure, "Maybe my prisons will change your mind..." He drew a blade and Jahhar was teleported away before he could say or do anything else. Jahhar found himself in a place much like the one he and Gregory had been in when they viewed the Cloaked Shadow's profile. They were on a small platform which was in the middle of space. Jahhar walked to the edge of the platform and looked down the bottomless abyss. There was no way to escape this prison that Jahhar could see... The cloaked dragon put the knife away. "Where is Gregory?..." he asked himself. Although, he was sure he wouldn't have any trouble capturing him either...
"Right Behind You" Gregory muttered, and then pounded a vicious kick into the back of his skull that sent him sprawling over the front of the desk. "Now where have you sent Jahhar you pitiful disgrace for a shadow user. How dare you use the might of shadow for your own personal gains... Fool..." Then he ignited in shadow, which spread along the walls and entrance, totally blocking escape. It was a raging inferno of purple and black, that threatened to consume the entire room in blackness lest the 'dragon start speaking... And quickly... "Tell me, or do I have to send you to the nothing?..."
The black dragon got up, walked up to Gregory, and snapped his arms out to the sides of the room. The room became normal. "I have no time for 'The Losts' childish games Gregory. Shadows are the color of evil, they will always be used for evil purposes. It is what they were made for." He kicked Gregory in the groin and then quickly in the chin, "'The Lost' is a miserable excuse for an organization. Your childish ways, always fighting for a lost cause. You want revenge on the rapine? You will never have revenge because you have already lost. I have seen the rapine fight and I can tell you that when they come to Ramath, you will all perish like did the Earthlings." he snarled. He grabbed Gregory by the throat and blasted him, with shadow energy, into a wall which caused a small bit of rubble to fall onto Gregory. He kept slowly walking towards Gregory, "You think that I'm a disgrace to shadow magic, but you are the disgrace. You think that you can make the world a better place by using your... gifts. You can't and you won't. You'll never taste the might of your powers unless you use them in the way they were meant to be used." He was up to Gregory again and whispered in his ear. "You wanna know a secret? In the dimension where I came from, "The Lost" were all rapine leaders." He stepped back before kicked Gregory in the head. "Weak!" he shouted before punching Gregory in the face, "Worthless!" He punched him again. "Useless!" he struck again. "Helpless!" He kneed Gregory in his stomach. "The glory of you not dying is that you can live the rest of your life being tortured by me whenever I become angry. Maybe you aren't so worthless..."
Gregory suddenly ignited in a spray of shadow he had never used before. Standing up, one could see his molecules and even his atoms were on the verge of imploding. "You DARE not only call my team a miserable excuse for an organization? But you DARE call me a rapine leader? I'm going to draw you into the nothing, then you can see the true terror of what the rapine almost did to ME!" Then his molecules and atoms sprayed everywhere. His spirit ws left, standing in his normal form, but shifting and distorting crazily. The shadow was everywhere, mostly concentrated around Gregory. "And you know the thing about shadows, is that they need light to survive!" And thats when he did it. A concentrated beam of shadow energy, containing an equal mix of light and dark energy, slammed into the black 'dragon's chest and slammed him through the wall into the labratories. The beam continued, until it finally petered out, leaving him charged with the unholy mix of energies. Gregory walked in after him, his spirit changing to a faint blue and become clearer and sharper. His spirit had taken on physical form. After walking up to the 'dragon and picking him up by the neck, Gregory stared into his eyes with his ghostly blue white ones and then dissolved into it's body. The body began jerking about, clutching it's head and screaming, much to the surprise of the scientists and test subjects... "I'm going to tear you to shreds, memory by memory, until every last one is sent to the nothing! even the darkest shadow can be used for good!" The voice came, slow, filled with hate, in the black dragon's ear, although there was no visible source. To him, the voice seemed to come from everywhere, as his head was being thrashed and torn apart from the inside out, with a force Revol would never allow had he been there...
The dragon managed to maintain his composure somewhat and put two fingers to his forhead. "Can you concentrate and keep destroying my mind under this infernal noise?" A high pitched ring began and grew higher in frequency. Anything that was glass suddenly shattered, and all of the lights went out, showering glass on the whole lab. There was more power than that in the ringing tone as metal began to twist into itself and form small piles on the ground. The entire hideout itself began to shake and stones started to crumble. "Master, STOP, you are killing us all!" shouted a scientist. The ringing seemed to have a strange effect on all mortals present, causing the rhythm of their hearts to falter and stop. Many of the scientists present began to grip their chest and then fall over dead. "Mind you Gregory," spoke the dragon, continuing the noise, "If you were to send all of my memories to the nothingness, I wouldn't give a damn because my purpose and magic is infused in my body. If you send me to the nothingness, then I tell you now, that I lived in the nothingness for thousands of years, training, after the 13 hunters thought they killed me. The glory of being in the nothingness is that time doesn't pass, so you could spend eons becoming stronger and then come back to the mortal world and things wouldn't have changed. The very people you wanted to kill would still be alive. If you kill me... let us say that to me, death is a two way door..." He collapsed to the ground, but maintained the spell which kept the ringing going on. He was only enduring Gregory at this point and maintaining the ringing spell. The only ones alive were those who were strong in the ways of biokinesis and could keep their hearts pumping blood...
Gregory grunted, as the rhythm of the universe changed into a quick, rapid solo cello act to match the squealing tone. The very song was twisting however, under the influence of this strange creature's shriek, and Gregory was soon forced to expel himself from within the 'dragon, shadow and spirit mixing together to create a solid form once more... "My Compliments..." Gregory wheezed, clutching his spectral chest, "You found out how to excorcise this spirit... But I guess we share some abilities... I'll have to either absorb you or trap you in Fromina somehow..." He went to charge, but suddenly his form stalled, the shadow and spirit distorting. "What have you done with Jahhar?" He asked, hoping to hide this suddenly unexpected weakness...
The black dragon glared at Gregory. "Its not what I've done with him, its what I'm going to do with him." He started walking down the lab and repairing it. Glass flew back into place, dead scientists came back to life. In a short while, it seemed as if nothing had ever happened. "Gregory, I'm not going to kill you and I won't torture you. Just leave. Don't get involved in this feud, this feud is between the remaining Teslos and me. You are wasting your time and will get burned, not to mention the fact that I will strike down the rest of "The Lost"." He walked over to a computer terminal and rebooted some programs that had crashed when he made the ringing. He started to speak again. "Gregory, you are a talented dragon. I havn't seen such a wielder in the ways of shadow magic since I left my own dimension, tens of thousands of years ago. If "The Lost" throws their lives away for the sake of a dwindling family, Ramath's chances of surviving the rapine attack, when it occurs, will be lower. Save your team for the bigger battle, don't toy with me and make me kill all of you." He then looked at a dragon in a black suit. "Show our friend Gregory the way out of here please." He looked back at Gregory. "It was a pleasure meeting you. Good luck and take care..." The suited dragon motioned Gregory to follow him as he started walking up a stair case. The black dragon walked up towards a scientist. "Have you located Kama and Timaro?" "Yes, they are in the middle of a training session," replied the scientist, pointing at a monitor. It showed Kama and Timaro both empty fighting a dragon with a long wooden pole. "Blasted!" shouted Kama as the dragon wacked his legs with the wooden pole. The traininer chuckled. "You need to jump faster, in a real fight you wouldn't have your legs anymore," he spoke. "Yea yea..." mumbled Kama. "Just to make sure your legs are fast enough for next time, both of you, go run a mile in... 5 minutes. Go Go!" said the dragon. Timaro and Kama went outside and started running around a marked out area. The trainer chuckled and shook his head before sitting down. "They'll be ready soon enough...." "What about Auraron?" asked the black dragon. "He has a knack for hiding himself when he knows he is being watched." replied the scientist. "Keep looking." "Yes sir." The black dragon walked up to another scientist. "Are you prepared for the operation?" "Yes sir." "Good, begin when you want. We'll see how many allies we can make from our former enemies..." spoke the black dragon, looking at a screen showing Jahhar trapped on his platform. "I'll take care of Sabata, convincing him to help me fight shouldn't be too difficult. He already has evil in him, I can sense it." "Very well sir." The black dragon glanced towards Gregory to make sure that he was going to leave...
Gregory stalled for a moment, considering it, and then crossed his arms, and his rifle and headset formed out of some stolen matter around him. "I'm not going anywhere. I've made an alliance, and I will keep faith to that alliance. Now release Jahhar, and cease all spying on the Teslos." He grimmaced, and touched his temple, sending out a vibration through the rhythm, currently a slowly playing organ song with a chant in the background. "Your time is running out... Release him now." He raised the rifle and pointed the red laser sight at the 'dragon's head.
The black dragon turned to slowly look at him. "Just what will you do if I don't let Jahhar free?" He approached Gregory and slowly shook his head. "I gave you a chance to leave Gregory. Why do you spit in my face and refuse to take this offer?" The dragon raised his voice slightly, "I will carry out my purpose. You will not stop me, just slow me down." He motioned towards the suited dragon and spoke in a normal, relaxed voice again. "You may return to your post." He returned his attention to Gregory. "So you realize that you opposing me it ludicrus? You oppose me because of Jahhar? Why do you value Jahhar so much, Gregory? He is a young dragon with too much power for his own good. He doesn't even realize his own strength. One day, he will become too powerful and go out of control, like a mad lab animal. Why do you value such a dragon? Why did you make such an unpredictable ally? Unless you mean to tell me that you never knew..." The black dragon watched his hologram speak to Gregory over a screen. He had teleported in one second and in the next activated the hologram just when Gregory decided not to leave. The black dragon didn't have time to waste on Gregory. He needed to continue with his plans before his weakness was discovered by Auraron. The black dragon knew what Auraron was up to. Auraron was too wise for his own good. He would study old books, talk to the ancients, do anything to find what he needed. Auraron would eventually learn of his weakness, then it would all be over for the black dragon in the blink of an eye. The dragon couldn't allow that, he needed to continue his existance, he had things he needed to do, wanted to do. He watched as Kama and Timaro's trainer watched the two Teslos run around on the track. He wasn't worried about them. They could train for years for all he cared. He wanted to find Auraron... He could feel the need becoming more urgent as time passed. "Have you found Auraron yet?" spoke the black dragon as he walked up behind a scientist running a search for Auraron. "Not yet sir, I'm sure my men and I will find him soon though." replied the scientist, intent on his search. 'DAMN YOU!" shouted the black dragon, striking the scientist and killing him, "Soon isn't good enough, I want that dragon found NOW!" He threw the corpse of the scientist out of the seat and motioned for another scientist to take his place. Hopefully Gregory didn't hear his fit of rage... He decided to calm his mind down by watching the progress his scientists had made on Jahhar. Jahhar had been rendered unconcsious for this operation. The black dragon had decreed that the Teslo's old AI be installed in Jahhar, it would easily control his mechanic side and learn soon enough how to take control of his organic side. Wires were attatched to Jahhar and a scientist typed in some keys. "Transfer complete." spoke the voice of an AI from the computer the scientist was using. Jahhar's body, controlled by the AI, sat up. "Marvelous," spoke the AI through Jahhar, "Though, why is there no resistance from the mortal?" "The mortal is still unconcious, when he becomes conscious, you will need to learn how to harness his organic side and conquer his will." replied a scientist. The AI nodded and got off of the lab table. "Perfect..." whispered the black dragon. "One down, 5 to go. Where is Sabata? I have a meeting with him..."
Gregory suddenly growled, and backed up a few steps. "Rendevouz in three... two... one..." There was a large explosion, and the entire complex shook, as a salvo of powerful missiles contacted the exterior. The distraction was surely audible enough, for the scientists and test subjects around Gregory and the hologram scattered, retreating and heading for cover anywhere possible. "Now listen to me... I don't have time for this. I swear to god I'm going to have this place turned into a toxic wasteheap unless you release Jahhar right now." He snapped his fingers, and one of the scientists running by gasped, and fell over sideways as a spiritual mist evaporated from his body. Gregory grinned, and the mist was drawn into his own spectral body, before he walked over to the fallen scientist's body and stole it. Rearranging the molecules to become his own self once more, he lowered his headset, and spoke a few hushed whispers into it. <span style='color:green'>Sensors Activated. Recieving Incoming Transmission. Orders Recieved. Initiating Combat Mode. Leviathan Class Hulk Team 2 Fully Operational. Mobility Limited But Effective. Activating Balance Servos. Responding To Distress Signal Two Kilometres West, Firing Distraction Ordinance Salvo. Hulk Team 2, Moving Out.</span> <span style='color:red'>Hydra Class Attack Drone Team 3 Active. Recieving Incoming Transmission. Orders Recieved. Initiating Combat Mode Hydra Class Attack Drone Team 3 Fully Operational. Mobility At Maximum, Ammunition At Maximum. Respodning To Distress Signal 2 Kilometres Southeast. Firing Distraction Ordinance Salvo. Hydra Class Atack Drone Team 3, Moving Out</span> <span style='color:orange'>Prototype Sidewinder 2 Changing Course. Orders Altered From Patrol To Attack Installation 5 Kilometres Due Northeast. Identifying Leviathan Class Hulk Team 2 And Hydra Class Attack Drone Team 3. Setting Teams To Ally Status. Procceeding. Relaying Orders To Command For Extra Units. Personal Message Titled; "From Gregory, Need Help!" Redirected To IP Adress "Classified 75" Beginning Journey To Installation. Firing All Fore Mounted Missile Launchers And Emptying Exhaust Ports. Maximum Power Output. Rendevouz With Target; "David Gregory" In T-Minus 10 Minutes...</span> "Give Up. Soon this entire installation is going be be under siege by "Lost" forces. There is no escape. Release Jahhar and Surrender." Gregory growled lowly, and suddenly swung a fist at the 'dragon. His fist passed right through. "Fuck..."
The dark dragon gripped a chair when the missile rocked the base. "What is going on sir?" asked a scientist. "I think 'The Lost' officially declared war..." murmered the dark dragon, staring at Gregory through the screen. "Dispatch 5 hemrothite combots to stand in the main lab. Prepare the main lab for war. Open the main gates. Dispatch 10 more hemrothite combots from the moon base to come and reinforce us. Prepare the orbital bomb rail guns located on the moon to begin firing apon any approaching enemies. Everyone, suit up." The scientists unbuttoned their lab coats to reveal full suits of body armor. They all ran in a line through a room where they were rapidly supplied with plasma rifles and the other pieces of their armor they didn't have equipped. A few of the troops ran back into the control room to take charge of the gun turrets. The lab supplies folded themselves up until the room became a bare metal room. Gun turrets began springing up everywhere, even on the walls and ceiling. Two doors slid apart on one end of the room. 5 combots came up from the sand to guard the entrance. 200 troops assembled behind the combots. 50 magic users stood behind the troops. The gun turrets activated and awaited their targets. 10 more combots teleported in front of the existing 5. Each combot was armed with a huge plasma rifle and a katana with blueish energy flowing around it. The black dragon watched in the control room. "Sir, a giant robotical snakelike creature has been spotted as well as 15 drones." spoke a trooper. "Blast it. I'm going to enter the fray and take care of Gregory. Send a squad of bombers towards the 15 drones." replied the black dragon. The trooper nodded and dispatched a squadron of 50 plasma bombers. They were small orbs that projected a giant plasma shaped fighter which flew the orbs themselves. The orbs dropped bombs which gave off a devestating explosion. The troops in the main lab all moved behind bunkers which were constantly appearing. The magic users positioned themselves in strategic positions as well. The black dragon appeared behind Gregory and threw him to the back of the lab where it was completely empty. "Surprised to see me again in flesh?" spoke the black dragon as his hologram vanished and hundreds more appeared instead. They all shifted around. Finding the real black dragon would be such a pain. "Maybe if you are lucky, you can catch my technology in action..." As the snakelike robot was target by the trooper, he launched an orbital bomb and then 2 more following it. When the first one struck the ground where the mechanical snake was, a large wave shot through the ground with at least a two kilometer diameter. Small mountains near the explosion fell to the ground and collapsed. The other two hit near the area where the first one hit. Smoke was everywhere and the ground was completely razed down plus there were three huge craters. "2 orbital bomb rail guns are still ready to fire sir." spoke another troop to the main troop firing the orbital bombs. "Save them and asign drones to reload the other rail guns." replied the trooper.
Gregory grunted, but immediately turned and emptied his entire rifle full of slugs into the holograms nearest to him. A moment of security obtained by the risky maneuver, he tapped the side of his headset lightly. "Where the hell are you guys, I've got a lock via x-ray scanners, get your asses in here! Whoever this guy is, he's got technology I'm sure even Sanders hasn't seen before!" He began reloading his rifle, as a large white rift appeared behind him, and the rest of "The Lost" stepped out... <span style='color:orange'>Prototype Sidewinder 2 Damage At Critical, 78% Damage. Beginning Repair Function. Estimated Repair... 30.5 Earth Minutes... 77% Damage... 76%...75%...</span> <span style='color:green'>Hulk Team 3, Targets Sighted. Hydra Team Engaging, Laying Down Support Fire.</span> <span style='color:red'>Hydra Team 3, Incoming Hostiles Detected. Firing Anti Air Stinger Missiles.</span> Everything seemed to happen at once. The cloaked Hulk team began unleashing energized hell upwards from a side angle at the bomber squadron, just as every single Hydra Class Attack Drone unleashed a swarm of missiles upwards directly forwards and at a 45' angle. The Plasma Bombers were massacred, from a force of 50, it was quickly dropped to 24 via the Stingers, and then again down to 18 by the Hulk's long range energy attacks. The Hydras then proceeded to fire their heavy cannons, until the remaining 12 Bombers flew right overtop them. The Hydras never had a chance. Before they could reload, or even fire their next pack of missiles, the Bomber's payload slammed among the Drones, olbiterating every single last one. but just as the Bombers turned around to return to base, the Hulks second wave of energy fire tore them apart... <span style='color:green'>Trajectory Marked. Planned Route Successful. Accuracy At 89%.</span> The Bombers careened downwards, right into the Combots and troops guarding the entrance. two of the Combots fell, their own aircraft ploughing them backwards into the masses of soldiers. The rest of the ships slammed into the facility, taking out gun emplacements and creating large holes in the installation. <span style='color:green'>Beginning Bombardment Of Main Entrance. Support Forces Arriving. Elite Squad X-2 Landing .5 Kilometres Northwest Of Current Position. Beginning Charging Sequence For High Density Energy Launchers.</span> The tens of ships suddenly uncloaked, landing among the desert and the ruins. All types of "Lost" units began unloading, worker drones establishing bunkers and gun embankments even as the battle raged on around them. Heavy artillery was unloaded and was soon pounding away at the base, as larger capital ships, moving like enormous floating fortresses, came from the south, dropping more teams of Leviathan Class Hulks and the remaining Sidewinder, which burrowed into the sand and began tunneling towards the base. hundreds of Hydra Drones were dropped, their legs clamped together, slamming into the rock and sand and then springing apart, soon crawling forwards and firing their cannons and Hellfire Rockets, which were made for ground targets as where their Stingers were made for air, at the base entrance. The battle had been joined, with "Lost" forces at every side. Even "Lost" ships in orbit were closing in on the lunar base, where the massive railguns were almost reloaded. Soon streaks of energy and missiles were soaring through empty space towards the guns, as the capital ships unloosed hordes of robotic and pilot controlled fighters, mostly robotic due to the lack of "Lost" members... On the desert however, almost half a kilometre from the line, a larger aircraft uncloaked. This particular aircraft emitted no heat, no noise, and was using the most sophisticated cloaking technology currently in development. As the ship uncloaked, tens of gun turrets, energy weapons, and larger weapons were revealed along it's smooth black exterior with "The Lost" symbol branded on it's sides. It resembled a cargo craft if anything, as a large cargo bay door on it's back underside opened up, and what seemed to be a mass of dust clouds suddenly appeared below it. As a matter of fact, these were no dust clouds, and as the ship closed it's cargo door, and flew up and off over the desert, they uncloaked, and revealed themselves to be a group of 7 men, all adorned in a diferent type of heavy powered armor, and even a few piloting a couple heavy vehicles. The "Commander waved his team forward, and the team of 5 men, a tank, and a combat walker moved forwards, recloaking and totally vanishing from view... "Now, you bastard..." Said an angry Revol, visor down, as he emerged from the rift, his flamethrowers already blazing blue flame. The rest of the team was there as well, including an intrigued Sanders, whose walker was not only prepped for heavy combat, but prepped for a salvage mission as well... "Lets get down to business..." Revol finished, and soon a massive stream of blue fire was heading towards the real black 'dragon, as Gregory's former x -ray revealed and locked onto the real one. Now the entire team had the real 'dragon Locked on, and his now familiar energy signature was entered into their walker and suit systems, with the exception of Gregory, who wasn't very well equipped for anything but espionage and Sniper work. The stream of fire continued it's journey, tearing through the air and many holograms...
The black dragon smirked. "Commander Revol... Its a pleasure to meet you." He snapped his finger and the holograms dissapeared. "I still think its unfortunate that Auraron found out about my entire plot, then I wouldn't have to kill you. Although it still could have been avoided if Gregory had made some certain agreements..." He walked towards the fire and suddenly appeared between Revol's arms. He grabbed the two tubes which fed fuel to the flamethrowers and tore them off of the flamethrowers. Gasoline, or whatever Revol used to fuel his flamethrowers sprayed everwhere. The black dragon leapt away from Revol and cracked one of the flexible tubes like it was a whip. He stepped foward and swung the cords at Revol. The pieces of metal leaving gashes in the flesh on his arms. The commander in the control surveyed the battle. "Activate the repair leach. Prepair to warp the orbital bomb rail guns to a new location until they are reloaded. Prepair to activate the collector field. Have the hedoth on standby in case we decide to use their help to quicken this battle." Men typed in things on the computer terminals to do what the commander had told them to do. The rail guns mounted on the moon where all teleported away before they were so much as scratched. Back down in the main base, which looked much like a hangar in the side of a mountains, a giant blue orb came down from ceiling panels which opened up. It was a fine piece of technology. The AI in it began calculating what would be needed to repair both ally organic and mechanical things. It used magnets to sense every machine, even the cloaked ship that was far away. A huge blue beam was fired from the blue orb which made contact with the large cloaked ship, a half a kilometer away. It then fired many small green beams on every piece of machinery that had been damaged aside from the bombers which where far away from repair. The large ship then began to deteriorate. All mechanical things with a green beam shining on them, including the fallen combots and destroyed gun turrets, began to regenerate and in a matter of seconds, three-fourths of the giant ship was nonexistant anymore and everything the black dragon had was repaired. The orb wasn't finished however, it began firing many blue beams at any living troop that wasn't on its side and began firing small green beams at any injured allied soldiers. The enemy soldiers that had blue beams on them took on the injuries that the black dragon's troops had previously had. "Put away the repair leach until we need it for later." spoke the commander from the control room. The blue orb was put back in its place in the ceiling. Then, the combots and any troops outside of the base quickly ran back into the base as they all got word of what was going to be done next. A blue forcefield was put up inside of the hangar entrance as soon as the last troop made it into the base. All bullets and beams that hit the forcefield stuck to the forcefield and were fused into a giant blue square in the shape of the forcefield. When the blue field collected a certain number of bullets and energy blasts, it suddenly launched them all back at "The Lost's" troops. The black dragon looked over his shoulder for a brief second to watch the massive amounts of energy being fired back at "The Lost's". He turned back to Revol. "Pitiful, your technology stands no chance..."
Revol growled as his flamethrowers were disabled, but his powered armor still made him a formidable foe, and Revol didn't need the flamethrowers to create his flames anymore... In a blaze of flame he charged forward, and sent a armored glove towards the black 'dragon's throat, with the expectation of collapsing his windpipe. The fire danced in an orange glow around him, lighting up the area with the silhoutette of flames... <span style='color:green'>All Uncloaked Ground Troops Suffering Heavy Losses. Elite Team X-2 Still Operational. Plans To Still Go After Mission Objectives. Elite Team's Transport Has Been Destroyed. Hydra Teams 1-13 Have Been Crippled And Rendered Inactive. Capital Ships; "Oblivion", "Eclipse", "Behemoth", And "Hermes" All Experiencing Technical Difficulties And Minor Battle Damage. Destroyers; "Zeus", "Anubis", "Everest", And "Tyrant" On The Eastern Flank Have Been Grounded To To Engine Damage. Ceasefire Orders Initiated.</span> <span style='color:red'>Hydra Class Attack Drone Squad 8, Drone 3, Reactor Core Critical, Damage Extreme, A.I. Entering Stasis Lock, Exterior Collapse Imminent.</span> <span style='color:orange'>Sidewinder 2, Fully Functional, Repair Sequence Completed. Beginning Sweep Of Perimeter, On Lookout For; "Shield Dropped", "Enemy Units", And "Advanced Technology"...</span> <span style='color:orange'>Sidewinder 1, Beginning Sweep Of Perimeter, On Lookout For; "Shield Dropped", "Enemy Units", And "Advanced Technology"...</span> Men scrambled to aid the fallen, but the case with almost every single man hit, was that his flesh on a sub molecular level was deteriorating to the point that the enemies were. After the wounded had been removed, the small army established a perimeter around the base, along with setting up a aerial blockade with the remaining ships and positioning artillery and mech at every crossfire point. The base was now totally sealed off, save by one other route, underground, and that was being guarded by the Sidewinders... "This Is Battle Fleet Thikdos, Admiral Dearkos speaking. The railguns have dissappeared, and as of now we have been unable to catch sight of them anywhere. We expect some sort of high mobility transport technology, but we are unsure. Expect railgun attacks from above due to the likelyhood of the railguns being moved to another one of the moons..." Sanders began typing as soon as he recieved the scans and battle footage from the outside. He soon had a full set of blueprints for a combot, yet the energy based weapons baffled him. In all his experiments, he could never combine Magic or energy of any kind with machinery save that which powered the machine, like Nuclear or electrical power. Khuyt's chaos magic would eat away at any form of containment Sanders could devise, and any prototype would be incredibly powerful, yet would be eaten away within minutes by the destructive chaos magic, before the magic would dissapate into the air. Nothing he tryed worked, from spiritual nergy, which would not fuse or contain properly, to plasma and newer types of energy sources. Even mixes of Earth AND Ramathian technology wouldn't work... It had him stumped... Until now... Now he had the designs and basic functions of most of the base defenses and technology in his mind... Now he could create something never before seen, or experienced... Or fought... Hunt wanted to blow this guy away, but nothing he could say through the mental link would make Revol listen to him. As usual, when it came to the big head honcho, Hunt would be forced to sit on the sidelines, where Revol would be allowed to talk the trash and fight the bad guy... It was getting veeerrry tiresome... Gregory wanted to just roll over and die, again. If this creature could control the shadow... And live in the nothing without being absorbed and obliterated... What was he? Certainly no living creature, even that of darkness and shadow, be in the nothing?... Khuyt yawned, nothing here really interested him. He was not commanding the troops, he was not conferring with the spirits of his high templar and monks that he kept hidden within his soul... So what was the point? But he had made a vow, and under the rights of chaos magic he would be forced to obey that vow, else be dissolved into the chaos itself...
The black dragon stood there and suddenly moved right before Revol hit him, catching Revol's fist between his two hands. He laughed, "Worthless fool..." before spinning around, still holding Revol's fist, and then letting him go, sending Revol smashing into a wall in the back of the base. He turned to look at Hunt. "I can see your hunger for battle. Go ahead, disobey your master, come, come and try to strike me down." He chucked to himself. Back in the labs, The AI used Jahhar's body and made it attack certain obstacles to test its strength. Jahhar suddenly awoke and took control over his body. As soon as he woke though, he felt that something wasn't right. He walked over to a lab computer which read. "AI transfer complete." "Blasted," spoke Jahhar as he read it, realizing what had happened. "Yes... I will soon control you mortal..." spoke the AI in Jahhar's mind. Jahhar growled and felt the AI pushing his body to move. He stopped himself. "Not if I can help it." He pulled out a small computer and pushed a needle up into his arm. "I'll just run a virus scan on myself to search for any abnormal programs. Hope you don't mind..." chuckled Jahhar as the AI showed up almost instantly. Jahhar was about to start deleting the AI. "If you try to delete me..." spoke the AI from inside Jahhar, "I will put you through more physical pain than you have ever experienced." "Then get ready, because I would rather that than let my body be used by you." replied Jahhar as he pushed the button. It would take 30 seconds to the deletion... 30 seconds of pain... Jahhar staggered up against a wall and gripped it tightly... In the main control room, the officer in charge shut down the collection field. "Why don't we let the combots taste some action..." As soon as the field fell, one combot walked foward. Any bullets which touched it richoched off of it. It approached one of the hulks very slowly. "Activate the controlled hyperdrive." spoke the captain of the combot. A high pitched noise could be heard from the combot. It suddenly slashed 3 times so quickly, its arm couldn't be seen as it slashed. The hulk fell into three pieces which crashed on the sand. The combot aimed its plasma gun at the pieces and blasted them away. Nothing remained but a crater. It walked towards another hulk, sweeping its sword as it walked, frying many men in their tracks. The other fourteen combots watched. They knew their help wouldn't be needed. Especially with the repair leech on standby, waiting to repair any damage done to the fighting combot. Things seemed hopeless for "The Lost"... Jahhar, back in the lab, was on the ground, crying out in pain, but it all suddenly stopped as the deletion was completed. He got up and unplugged the device from himself. He wipped sweat off of his brow before staggering out of the room. That AI had done some hefty damage to his body... He walked into the main control room. Obviously, the guards thought that the AI still possessed him... "Our commander orders you to move down to the battle field, I'll take control of all electronics here." spoke Jahhar. "Yes sir." replied the officer, moving out. He motioned his men and the left. Jahhar sat down in the main terminal. He typed in a few commands. The controls were easy. In a few seconds, Jahhar had replaced all enemies as allies and had replaced all allies as enemies on all the gun turret's radars and the repair leech's radar. He had disabled the combots as well. The gun turrets quickly turned on their own men and mowed them down in a matter of seconds. Jahhar chuckled. Too easy. The black dragon watched in horror as his own army turned on itself. "WHAT THE?!" Shouted the black dragon. He dissapeared and reappeared in the control room and spotted Jahhar instantly. "JAHHAR!" shouted the dragon. He approached Jahhar and grabbed him by the neck. "DIE YOU DAMN FOOL! DIE! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!"
Hunt snorted. "I might want to get some action but I don't disobey orders." But suddenly the black 'dragon disappeared. Revol pushed himself away from the wall, the molecules of his armor rearranging themselves to fix the flamethrowers and protective plating. "He's gone to try and command his troops no doubt, no other reason for leaving us here all alone to cause havoc..." Revol muttered, more of a comment than actual fact, before suddenly a cry from Sanders made them all look up at the silent walker, looming over them like an omen of death. "I'VE GOT IT!" Sanders screamed, and began typing furiously on his keyboard to match his now constant stream of chatter into his headset... "This is the Hyg Sara, Complying with your orders Lieutenant Sanders, but are you sure that are reactors can handle those levels of energy?.... Yes sir... Raising reactor core levels to critical and setting wave lengths to said parameters..." The mammoth ship suddenly blazed with blue energy, it's nuclear and electrical reactor core igniting in a brilliant display of a contained colossal amount of energy. The energy seeped into the surrounding environment, soon rendering every unit without radiation shielding helpless. But every unit remained motionless, for on every capital ship, the miniature factories aboard were churning out a new model of both pilot and A.I. controlled unit, a design just recently created, and half copied, by one Lieutenant Alan Sanders, mechanical genius. "Elite Squad X-2 here, we're reached the main base, we've uncloaked and snuck by the main defenses, our new cloaking systems are holding up, but we're running out of energy, we've only got enough power for about 5 more minutes... The radiation from the Hyg Sara aint helpin either... Those new units better be worth it... We should reach the control room soon, as long as our cloak holds. Major Centara out." Suddenly a massive Mech hit the ground below the Hyg Sara. It was a mobile Mech similar in size to a Combot, yet with a distinctly Earth design. It held a large shield in one hand, emitting a strange energy field that distorted the air around it, and in it's other it held a large rifle like weapon, with a red bar above the trigger. The machine took a few steps forward, and suddenly began firing red energy blasts at the Combot attacking the Hulk teams. In a matter of moments, it was on the ground, crippled from several shots to the torso that left gaping holes where they connected. It suddenly turned and fired a different green beam at where the repair leech was hidden, then advanced again, holding up it's distortion shield to deflect any energy and physical attacks, and unloading a seemingly infinite supply of red energy blasts into the base defenses, due to the fact that the base suddenly erupted in friendly fire, the advance wasn't just unappreciated, it was hated, especially due to the fact that the repair leech functions had been reversed, to repair any "Lost" units and destroy any base defenders who inflicted damage upon the attackers. Everything seemed bleak for the base, as the Hulk units began bombarding every unit in sight with their High Density Energy Launchers, and “The Lost" troops began closing in, all ripping the enemy units apart in the crossfire. “Time to head to whatever control center this place has, five bucks says that damn ‘dragon will be there, maybe even Jahhar." Revol instructed, and soon a swirl of molecules was flowing through the floors, before reassembling a few feet from Jahhar into the team again. A quick burst of machine gun fire from Hunt forced the black ‘dragon back, leaving Jahhar free to run or attack his offender himself.
