The black dragon turned to look at Revol and the rest of "The Lost". Pure hatred filled his eyes. "You've gotten lucky... But your luck has run out again Revol." spoke the black dragon getting up. He pointed the palms of his hands at both "The Lost" and Jahhar. A shock wave rippled threw the air and threw everyone on top of each other, except for the black dragon of course. The black dragon ran to a computer terminal and typed in some things at impossible speeds. As soon as he was done, all of the gun turrets and the repair leech self destructed and alarms started going off. A mechanical voice shouted over a speaker. "All personel, evacuate the main lab immediately. Repeat, evacuate the main lab immediately." The fourteen remaining combots quickly teleported back into their stations where they belonged. The black dragon turned to glare at Revol. "This, time, nothing will stop my army..." He raised up his arms and conjured a giant black ball of energy which he slamed down onto "The Lost" and Jahhar. Night had fallen by this time, only the main lab gave off light. Not for long though, as the lights flickered off. Two giant doors opened in the back of the main lab. An army of black creatures marched foward. The Hedoth... Their steps were completely silent, their tanks seemed to glide through the air, making virtually no noise. The Hedoth were humanoid creatures, with no eyes. They smelled everything around them perfectly enough to form a mental image of the battle field. They had superhuman strength and could move through dimensions very rapidly. The army of 50 moved foward. They brought with them 5 tanks. They had no weapons on them. They, themselves were lethal weapons. As soon as they reached outside of the main lab and the first line of them could be seen, they all vanished. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, there were black flashes eveywhere as the Hedoth teleported behind men, broke their necks or took a nasty bite out of their neck, and rapidly teleported to another man to do the same thing, ect... They even teleported inside of the hulks and any other machine and started massacring the crew. The five few tanks teleported from place to place, each one firing an explosive shot each time it reached a destination, then teleporting to a new place to repeat. If you were to watch the fight, all you would see were dark flashes and men suddenly falling over dead left and right, as well as explosions occuring in random spots near "The Lost's" troops. The black dragon watched contently. "You should feel proud, I've never had to release my bloodhouds on any enemy before." He chuckled and watched the fight over monitors...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Most of "The Lost" troops are robotic drones, due to the lack of members and recruitement numbers. The Hulks are totally self sufficient Drones, same with the Sidewinders, and the Hydra, MK-20, Guardian, Dragoon, And Justice Models. Only the basic ground troops, (The men with power armor) and those manning the artillery and Combat mech and tanks and such are pilot controlled.</td></tr></table> Revol smiled as he and his team stood up. "I know those at least, I've come face to face with one or two. Tricky little shits they can be..." He grinned through his open visor, then sealed it an rallied off a rapid number of commands. Suddenly the area erupted in crossfire, and charges fired from the ships hovering far above lit up the sky as bright as day. Every time a Hedoth appeared, a red laser from up above would immediately target it. And so every time it reappeared to attack another "Lost" unit, the troops would recive a warning on their armor and be able to loose a few shots at least. Within a minute, despite heavy losses, 18 Hedoth were targeted, and 4 were dead, the tanks, being so heavy and large, had been demolished immediately by well aimed shots from the destroyers gunners above. Not a single fighter had been sent out as of yet. But while the main army fought on on the dark desert sands below, a few of the capital ships, The "Eclipse", The "Contagion", The "Ultimatum", And The "Underdog", had converged above the base, and begun charging their underside array of gun batteries. As the batteries were charging, on each ship, all different shapes and sizes, a large opening showed itself somewhere on the front or underside of the ship. Depending on the place the opening showed up, the ship would place itself so the hole would line up with the base. "Commander, This is the Underdog, warp cannons ready to fire on your mark, shall we wait for you and the Elite team to finish up?" Below Revol recieved the question just as he was about to open his visor again. "Yes, hold off until the Elite Team is clear, and then fire at will with not only your main warp cannons, but everything else you've got. And urge the ground troops to hurry up and kill those damn Hedoth!" With that he shut off his link and opened the visor again. "Now you're obviously surrounded, would you mind giving up already? I only came for Jahhar, otherwise you could have avoided this whole situation. If only you had told them what they wanted to know... Don't forget, if you meddle with the Teslos, "The Lost" will not be soon after to destroy you. Now tell me where the twins are, NOW. I have a bead on every single Teslo save Auraron and those you've kidnapped, and if you lay a finger on them, I'll destroy you so fast your head will spin." With that he began blazing with black and white energy, and then walked forward. "No..." He murmured, and then waved Hunt forward. "Hunt, I know you've been antsy for awhile, it's your turn. Show this bitch what you can do." Hunt nodded, and holstered his machine gun, flexing the powered gloves of his suit that could tear almost any creature in two. Then he roared and charged, blood seeping from his armor's joints, just not his blood...
OOC: Alright, just say that they don't attack the hulks. BIC: "Fine, destroy the army, destroy the base. Destroy everything that I own," spoke the black dragon. He dissapeared and reappeared behind Hunt to avoid his attack. "Just know that killing me is next to impossible. I've destroyed whole dimensions by myself. I really don't need the army, it just speeds up my work." He turned around quickly and grabbed Hunt by his shoulders. He put his foot on Hunt's back while his hands slid to Hunt's arms which he pulled while he pushed Hunt's back to the ground with his foot. A sickening crack could be heard as Hunt's back was broken into two pieces. "I'm not weak like you are," spoke the black dragon fiercly as he shaped a small metalic colored orb in his hands and dropped it on the floor. It hit the floor and started bouncing. Everytime it touched the floor, it gave off a high pitched, yet loud pinging noise. True, the tone wasn't as deadly as the one the black dragon had emitted to remove Gregory from his body, but it was still quite painful to those who heard it. Jahhar shouted in pain as he put his hands over his head. Jahhar tried to blast the orb with a burst of energy, but that only worsened the situation as the orb just start bouncing off of the walls of the room and emitting the pings of different frequency. The black dragon seemed unaffected. "Enjoying my melody?..." The hedoth on the battle field were slowly being destroyed. They still did some hefty damage to "The Lost" army though. After a certain number had been destroyed, the stopped fighting and started cowering in fear of losing their lives. It was true that they had done much damage but ultimately, they were creatures, not warriors, they were only trying to get away now that they saw the fight to be lost... Sabato and Sabata had been released from their prison when the Hedoth had been released. They walked aimlessely through the long, dark and emtpy corridor. They happened to stumble apon a room full of history holograms. Sabata picked up a slide. "Interesting..." he murmered. The slide was a more detailed account of the history of the black dragon. He pushed it into a player and he and his brother sat down and watched. A narrator spoke. "There was once a powerful dragon. He was considered to be one of the most powerful dragons in the ways of dark magic. He had found a way to learn the dark magic at a very rapid rate and create new spells quickly as well. Years passed and he grew older. As he grew older, he realized that he would die soon. He knew that his information was priceless and didn't want the sands of time to consume it. So he found a young child. Every month, he gave this child more and more of his power. The child grew older, but was too immature to handle the extensive dark power being given to him. It began to consume him and posses him. However, the young dragon concealed this. Therefore, he was continually given more power. Eventually, on his death bed, the necromancer gave the last of his power to the young dragon. As soon as the necromancer died, the young dragon unleashed his dark power. He changed and became more and more evil. At the same time, he became more powerful, building on where his master had left off. In time, he had made slaves out of most everyone in his dimension. He grew restless and using his power, crafted a weapon which allowed him to travel to new dimensions. As he traveled to each new dimension, he grew more and more powerful..." the video ended. Sabata shrugged. He hadn't met this dragon before... He would soon though, as well as Sabato...
Hunt simply regenerated when his back broke, but as soon as the pinging started, he screeched and covered his ears. "The Rhythm! I Can't!... I Can't... Hear It!" Revol even twitched slightly in disappointment as he watched his team writhing in agony at the fact that they had lost their connection to the song of the universe. "Idiots!" He suddenly screamed, and reached out towards the ball, which flew into his hand. "Thats exactly why I told you not to rely too much on the beat and it's powers! Use your elements!" With a snort, he crushed the ball and scattered the molecules, stopping the noise. His team gathered themselves from where they were writhing and screaming, with the exception of Himself and Khuyt, who didn't have as deep a connection to the song as they did. "Now kid... I don't have time for fucking games. I don't care how many dimensions you've been to, because I only use them as stepping stones to get to and from this one. Now where the hell are the others! Your army is defeated, we have you on the ropes, and I'm ready to hunt you down myself if you try to get away!" Outside the battle was finished. The remaining Hedoth had been executed, their headless corpses slumping into the sand as the soldiers of "The Lost" loyally completed the gruesome task. "Outsides clear Commander, we're reforming a perimeter, and the Elite Team is just finishing up now, a new transport is ready to pick them up, equipped with anti magnetic material. Theres no way the enemy is gonna stop them from taking that info out of there, in fact, I think they've found the history records I think... And the capital ships are getting impatient, they want to blow this place and go home already, the orbital station hidden in the broken moon needs all the defense it can get, imagine if right now the graders decided to spring the military on us, no amount of drones in the universe could stop them, and no doubt this battles already been recorded and the technology copied by a few satellites..." Major Centara led the way into the room, the team silent as they carefully surrounded Sabato and Sabata. After forming a circle around them, they suddenly uncloaked, their energy starting to creep back up and their lethal rapid fire energy weapons, the most advannced ones created to date, all one or two of a kind in the entire organization, turned on the two who placidly sat and watched the history. "Freeze, By Order Of "The Lost", You Are Under Class Four Arrest. Relinquish All Weapons And Comply To A Search... Wait A Second... You're The Missing Teslos!" Immediately every weapon was lowered, and Major Centara walked up to Sabata and shook his hand with a nod. "Glad to see you're alright. The outside has been secured, so if you know the way out you can meet up with "Lost" ground troops, but we have one last stop to make, the main control room, to steal the last of any weapons designs. If you want you can tag along, but you'll have to use these." He tossed them a pair of tiny devices, cloaking devices that were on par with their own highly advanced technology. Knowing they could probably keep quiet enough, he waved his team onwards, and they quickly moved out of the room after copying the records there and headed for the control room... "Now god damn surrender, this dimension is under MY protection and nobody will interfere here." Revol ordered, before growling and motioning Hunt forwards, who sealed his helmet, and the rhythm in with him, and charged the black 'dragon again, this time planning on using his fighting skills, not just random street fighting. A dead body and a knowledge of most Earth martial Arts did come in handy some times...
Sabata and Sabato were at first afraid but then relieved that the troops were from "The Lost". "Thank you sir," spoke Sabata. He and Sabato equipped the cloaks and, having nothing better to do, silently followed "The Lost" troops. The black dragon just laughed. Although, deep inside, a fear grew in him as he realized that Auraron was probably near finding his weakness and doing just what would lead to his death. Just then, as his thoughts were lingering on that issue, a screen lit up. "Auraron Teslo, located. Location: Vivuli Jungle." The black dragon's eyes lit up. His fears were destroyed. It was all downhill from here. The one person who he feared would find his weakness was now practically dead. Ignoring Revol, he dissapeared, teleporting to the Vivuli Jungle. Auraron watched the holographic image that played on a small pad he had in his hand. He walked while he watched it. He had managed to find it in an old, ancient library, and it told him just what he needed to know. He watched the image again and listened to the narrator to make sure that he knew exactly what he needed to do. The narrator spoke. "At one point in time, the very powerful dragon, Shaleus, tried to take over a dimension. He had made a miscalculation of the strength of the warriors on the dimension. They nearly killed him. It was luck that he made it out of a battle alive. He didn't want to take the chance of dying again. He used his power to craft an item. One very powerful. The item he crafted was a great orb of light. He put his life into it. As long as it stayed in one piece, he was immortal. He hid it whenever he went to a new dimension and was able to do as he pleased without worrying of getting himself killed..." Auraron knew where this orb of light was. A tribe of creatures in the Vivuli Jungle worshipped it. He would go and slaughter the tribe if he needed to. Then he would destroy the orb. He was quite confident that Revol could take care of this Shaleus once Shaleus was mortal again... The black dragon, Shaleus, suddenly appeared in front of Auraron. "Its over Teslo, no one is destroying that orb..." OOC: End Part II. I'll start Part III later. It will, of course, take place in the Vivuli Jungle. If you want to add a post, go ahead, but it will be your last.
