-The X-Quaza lands in a military-controlled hangar, and after getting out and sending word of a test from my army’s experimental weapons division, a very good freind of mine, a Torkoal by his alias known only as “Vulkan Cherepakha”, walks out of an other chamber with other Flygon workers and military scientists, along with a large garage door openeing up. I’d soon reconnect and recognize that smog-pouring shell and squinty eyes anywhere!-
“Great Rayquaza! That cannot be you, is it?! Cherepakah!?” -i’d cry out in glee-
-The Torkal chuckled and gave a hearty luagh, and spoke to me in a Russian-Georgian accent-
Vulkan: “Ah, Comrade Flygarra! Its nice to see good freind of mine... surprised you see me with your special weapons R&D, Da?”
-I’d hugged him, luaghing-
“Absolutely wonderful! I almost forgot you were hired by me in the X-Quaza Project as second in charge!”
-Cherepakah smiled and nodded-
Vulkan: “Da, Comrade. Im aure you would be very happy desert king to realize that we have finished building a prototype of new weapon... and after getting new wind of civil war in Chima... heh heh heh, Pochemu by ne voyti s treskom?“ (Why not enter with a bang?)
”Im sure the turtles would be glad to hear that one of their former ops had helped the Desert Storm Lord in building this new Superweapon.” -i grin, as i see some flatbeds haul out framework and components to set up this stationary version of the weapon-
Vulkan: “Mhmhm... Spasibo (Thank You), dear freind... Tyron and his zealots would not know of this...exiledinconvenience...” -he chuckles with a semi-evil cackle...-
“Alright, now, you sure you have a more portable version in the works for the X-Quaza?” -my wings twitch in question-
Vulkan: “Yes, ofcourse. -he nods appreciatively- This stationary version, as i said, is only prototype of the mounted-version for the X-Quaza...” -he smiles with that untrusting grin he always has, which i trust very well...-
Vulkan: -He luaghs- “Your the one whom came up with initial ‘Dragon Ascension Cannon’ name! Hah ha ha! But, to me... i like to call weapon... ‘Zhelaniye Drakonida’... heh heh heh, The Draconid’s Death Wish.” -he luaghs evilly, I scoff and look impressed.-
IC: *Ppyrr, having shot down a few paratanks with the anti aircraft weaponry that he is operating, notices this. He gets the attention of five of the other anti aircraft operators.* "The copters aren't doing so well. Shoot down those jets." *The operators shoot at the jets and all of the lasers badly miss.* "No, no. Lead them. Here..." *He hits one of the jets with a shot. After one more try one of the operators successfully hits a jet with a shot.* "There you go! Now make sure your shot will hit, don't just be firing potshots hoping one will hit." *The operators follow his instructions, and some of the eagle jets are taken down.*
-Pihana growls and slaps his brother silly (again)- Pihana: “NO, YOU DUMBELL OF A BROTHER, ATTACK THAT AIRSHIPS GUNS!!!” -she hisses, pointing at the Boreas’s AA defenses with a serious look to her face- “Once you take down any offensive capabilities, you can take it over and use it against the enemy!” -she shrieked-
IC: *Ppyrr glares at her.* "Why don't you? You're the same level of command."
• Flygarra is secretly tracked and followed by camouflaged turtle tanks on the ground far beneath him.
• The reborn and hypnotized Pirex catches Tideus in a net and brings him to his master. Saleem al-Yousif: "Hmm... these Pokémon are allies with the Turtless, yes? Thisss one musst've fallen in the battle in the wesst. He ssstill breathesss...but not only that, he fitsss the description of the Pokémon that the sssnake women wanted me to retrieve. I wonder how much ssshe will pay me for him...?"
(OOC: How would you catch up with a hyper-sonic jet that can go over mach 7? It would have been already at the deserts in 50-miniutes to an hour! And are these “Camouflaged Tanks”, akin to the NOD Stealth-Tanks? )
-Tidéus awakens and looks surprised-
Tidéus: “Woah! Wait, who are you, man, er, men?! And what snake wants me?!” (P.S. that snake woman was a Seviper. )
OOC: Nevermind then.
IC: Saleem knocks Tideus unconscious and contacts Seviper. Saleem: "I have him. Perhaps we can negotiate for me to give him to you... for a reasssonable price."
(OOC: How would you catch up with a hyper-sonic jet that can go over mach 7? It would have been already at the deserts in 50-miniutes to an hour! And are these “Camouflaged Tanks”, akin to the NOD Stealth-Tanks? )
-Tidéus awakens and looks surprised-
Tidéus: “Woah! Wait, who are you, man, er, men?! And what snake wants me?!” (P.S. that snake woman was a Seviper. )
OOC: Nevermind then.
IC: Saleem knocks Tideus unconscious and contacts Seviper. Saleem: "I have him. Perhaps we can negotiate for me to give him to you... for a reasssonable price."
(OOC: It not her name! ) Sa’Rhan: “Ooh, really?! Exxxcellent work, citizen. You obviously deserve praissssse. I’ll make you the sssssnake’ssss military commander only on one condition...” -she grins...-
-Pihana growls and slaps his brother silly (again)- Pihana: “NO, YOU DUMBELL OF A BROTHER, ATTACK THAT AIRSHIPS GUNS!!!” -she hisses, pointing at the Boreas’s AA defenses with a serious look to her face- “Once you take down any offensive capabilities, you can take it over and use it against the enemy!” -she shrieked-
IC: *Ppyrr glares at her.* "Why don't you? You're the same level of command."
-She snarls and orders Piranha forces to take care of the Boreas’s AA guns- FelipeDutra
-The X-Quaza lands in a military-controlled hangar, and after getting out and sending word of a test from my army’s experimental weapons division, a very good freind of mine, a Torkoal by his alias known only as “Vulkan Cherepakha”, walks out of an other chamber with other Flygon workers and military scientists, along with a large garage door openeing up. I’d soon reconnect and recognize that smog-pouring shell and squinty eyes anywhere!-
“Great Rayquaza! That cannot be you, is it?! Cherepakah!?” -i’d cry out in glee-
-The Torkal chuckled and gave a hearty luagh, and spoke to me in a Russian-Georgian accent-
Vulkan: “Ah, Comrade Flygarra! Its nice to see good freind of mine... surprised you see me with your special weapons R&D, Da?”
-I’d hugged him, luaghing-
“Absolutely wonderful! I almost forgot you were hired by me in the X-Quaza Project as second in charge!”
-Cherepakah smiled and nodded-
Vulkan: “Da, Comrade. Im aure you would be very happy desert king to realize that we have finished building a prototype of new weapon... and after getting new wind of civil war in Chima... heh heh heh, Pochemu by ne voyti s treskom?“ (Why not enter with a bang?)
”Im sure the turtles would be glad to hear that one of their former ops had helped the Desert Storm Lord in building this new Superweapon.” -i grin, as i see some flatbeds haul out framework and components to set up this stationary version of the weapon-
Vulkan: “Mhmhm... Spasibo (Thank You), dear freind... Tyron and his zealots would not know of this...exiledinconvenience...” -he chuckles with a semi-evil cackle...-
“Alright, now, you sure you have a more portable version in the works for the X-Quaza?” -my wings twitch in question-
Vulkan: “Yes, ofcourse. -he nods appreciatively- This stationary version, as i said, is only prototype of the mounted-version for the X-Quaza...” -he smiles with that untrusting grin he always has, which i trust very well...-
Vulkan: -He luaghs- “Your the one whom came up with initial ‘Dragon Ascension Cannon’ name! Hah ha ha! But, to me... i like to call weapon... ‘Zhelaniye Drakonida’... heh heh heh, The Draconid’s Death Wish.” -he luaghs evilly, I scoff and look impressed.-
-I see the parts for the prototype being hauled out of the hangar and look confident, egar to see how beautiful a weapon this Draconid’s Desth Wish is...-
-i walk out with Vulkan, and we see construction crews begin to unpack and beginnto assemble the parts to create the prototype. As i watch sacaffolding made from sandstone go up, i can only begin to wonder about what would this cuase for the entierty of chima, if we test-fire this thing...-
Vulkan: “And she goes up like beautiful work of art! Should only take a few hours until the dusk, Desert Storm Lord...” -the fiery torkoal said, looking very pleased in his works, i however, beginnto have second thoughts...-
“Excuse me, my dearest freind, but i hate to ask; but what could this mean for all of Chima? I don’t think i asked for wanton destruction, i just wanted this weapon to make other tribes tread lightly to our forces lest we strike with the Drakonida. We still have alot to develop the desert tribes armies... and were not halfway there yet!”
Vulkan: “Nonsense from man whom has the best ‘special’ operations! Underhandedly uprooting enemy ranks is good idea... didnt you want weapon to destroy the Aggrons, comrade?” -his point struck me, but it cuased internal turmoil-
“Y-yes, i-i very m-much do...” -i said, unnerved, and Vulkan started to act suspiciously-
Vulkan: “Your not afraid of impending war, Comrade Desert Storm Lord? It is dream to claim victory with your Desert Alliance, the Sandstone Phantoms! I wasn’t exiled from my tribe for no reason, Comrade Flygarra!”
”But what if the consequences could end up in total extinction?!?” -I yelped, timidity was beginning to slowly seep back in from my past...-
Vulkan: “Half of everything is luck, Comrade...”
”And the other half?!” -i said, slightly acared...-
Vulkan: “Fate, Comrade...”
-Fate...-
-The fate of all of Chima, or the desert’s indigenous tribes and peoples?! The fate of other tribes?! What was this insane madman of the Coal Pokémon talking about?!-
-I was starting to lose trust and faith in him... fate, is this... my fate...?-
-The X-Quaza lands in a military-controlled hangar, and after getting out and sending word of a test from my army’s experimental weapons division, a very good freind of mine, a Torkoal by his alias known only as “Vulkan Cherepakha”, walks out of an other chamber with other Flygon workers and military scientists, along with a large garage door openeing up. I’d soon reconnect and recognize that smog-pouring shell and squinty eyes anywhere!-
“Great Rayquaza! That cannot be you, is it?! Cherepakah!?” -i’d cry out in glee-
-The Torkal chuckled and gave a hearty luagh, and spoke to me in a Russian-Georgian accent-
Vulkan: “Ah, Comrade Flygarra! Its nice to see good freind of mine... surprised you see me with your special weapons R&D, Da?”
-I’d hugged him, luaghing-
“Absolutely wonderful! I almost forgot you were hired by me in the X-Quaza Project as second in charge!”
-Cherepakah smiled and nodded-
Vulkan: “Da, Comrade. Im aure you would be very happy desert king to realize that we have finished building a prototype of new weapon... and after getting new wind of civil war in Chima... heh heh heh, Pochemu by ne voyti s treskom?“ (Why not enter with a bang?)
”Im sure the turtles would be glad to hear that one of their former ops had helped the Desert Storm Lord in building this new Superweapon.” -i grin, as i see some flatbeds haul out framework and components to set up this stationary version of the weapon-
Vulkan: “Mhmhm... Spasibo (Thank You), dear freind... Tyron and his zealots would not know of this...exiledinconvenience...” -he chuckles with a semi-evil cackle...-
“Alright, now, you sure you have a more portable version in the works for the X-Quaza?” -my wings twitch in question-
Vulkan: “Yes, ofcourse. -he nods appreciatively- This stationary version, as i said, is only prototype of the mounted-version for the X-Quaza...” -he smiles with that untrusting grin he always has, which i trust very well...-
Vulkan: -He luaghs- “Your the one whom came up with initial ‘Dragon Ascension Cannon’ name! Hah ha ha! But, to me... i like to call weapon... ‘Zhelaniye Drakonida’... heh heh heh, The Draconid’s Death Wish.” -he luaghs evilly, I scoff and look impressed.-
-I see the parts for the prototype being hauled out of the hangar and look confident, egar to see how beautiful a weapon this Draconid’s Desth Wish is...-
-i walk out with Vulkan, and we see construction crews begin to unpack and beginnto assemble the parts to create the prototype. As i watch sacaffolding made from sandstone go up, i can only begin to wonder about what would this cuase for the entierty of chima, if we test-fire this thing...-
Vulkan: “And she goes up like beautiful work of art! Should only take a few hours until the dusk, Desert Storm Lord...” -the fiery torkoal said, looking very pleased in his works, i however, beginnto have second thoughts...-
“Excuse me, my dearest freind, but i hate to ask; but what could this mean for all of Chima? I don’t think i asked for wanton destruction, i just wanted this weapon to make other tribes tread lightly to our forces lest we strike with the Drakonida. We still have alot to develop the desert tribes armies... and were not halfway there yet!”
Vulkan: “Nonsense from man whom has the best ‘special’ operations! Underhandedly uprooting enemy ranks is good idea... didnt you want weapon to destroy the Aggrons, comrade?” -his point struck me, but it cuased internal turmoil-
“Y-yes, i-i very m-much do...” -i said, unnerved, and Vulkan started to act suspiciously-
Vulkan: “Your not afraid of impending war, Comrade Desert Storm Lord? It is dream to claim victory with your Desert Alliance, the Sandstone Phantoms! I wasn’t exiled from my tribe for no reason, Comrade Flygarra!”
”But what if the consequences could end up in total extinction?!?” -I yelped, timidity was beginning to slowly seep back in from my past...-
Vulkan: “Half of everything is luck, Comrade...”
”And the other half?!” -i said, slightly acared...-
Vulkan: “Fate, Comrade...”
-Fate...-
-The fate of all of Chima, or the desert’s indigenous tribes and peoples?! The fate of other tribes?! What was this insane madman of the Coal Pokémon talking about?!-
-I was starting to lose trust and faith in him... fate, is this... my fate...?-
-meanwhile, a UMFA Military Spy Drone was flying high over the Drakonida’s construction site. Its images were sent back to the main chain of military command back to the island nation.-
-it was around nighttime, 9:35 PM UMFA time, a secretary whom was part of the DoD, soon approached President Agrakai on his way back to his office-
DoD Secretary: “Mr. President, im afraid there is something disturbing going on in the desert...”
Agrakai: “Disturbing? Probably more terror attacks on our forward military bases and embassies there...” -he shrugs, wanting to put more boots on the sand...-
DoD Sec: “Im afraid its simething... much much more graver than that... sir.” -she said worried, and it his the president with grave concerns-
Agrakai: “A Weapon of unwanton destruction?! No... th-they can’t possibly be…-“ -he gasps, looking very concerned-
DoD Sec: “Should we go into DEFCON and prepare an offensive?”
Agrakai: “I’ll send word to General Aggren Carville about this, he and his newly hired commander will help in field tactics if war is the mostly likely route to take...”
DoD Sec: “We also know a war is spurring between the Piranhas and Turtles. The Aquilians are aiding the Turtles, and i belive the Turtle King and Aquilian Kaiser will be pleased to have our aid, plus if we can get our hands on the Kangaroos, we’ll end this war swiftly. We have one the finest militaries in Chima’s land and seas for them to rely on.”
Agrakai: “I’ll tell King Tyron, Prime Minister Kundee Geth, and that Kaiser guy (forgot his name, FelipeDutra, and correct me if im wrong on the turtle leader, The J ) that were joining this war, well send them more support and supplies but it will not come cheap.... We’ll also send them propaganda to declare war on the desert tribes... if need be... I’ll also need to settle a score with Flygarra soon... this oil embargo would be the last thing he’ll ever sanction us on...”
-Agrakai soon rushes off to the UMFA’s main military command, the Heptagon, to meet with his military generals on joining the chimian civil war...-
Kundee Geth: “Bah at’ was rubbish! Hit more accurately ya potato-head!” -he said, berating an trainee-sniper on his accuracy skills-
-the rythmic gunfire as the former Mercinary shouted made him feel heroic, glad nothing is happening to his tribe or his country... as of yet...-
Kundee Geth: “Keep pinning them targets down, mates! Keep em’ down and make sure they don’t ever get up!” -he growls loudly, the sniper-gunshots getting more frequent and more accurate- “If i was a former sniper in the military whom worked as a mercinary with over 500 confirmed kills, then you can be as good, if not, bettah than your Prime Minister! Keep shooting!” -he shouted again, pacing back and forth, inspects deeply into his brave men, grinning with each bullseye they get-
-after personally monitoring his military marksmen he prefers over other infantry, his time is up and he begins to pack up and head back to his parliment... wondering about the other things going on in chima...-
Kundee Geth: “I wonder, where deh heck is Kyle (batonmaster500) is in all of this... i’ve been hearin rumors of a chimian civil war, and i would love to get back in my element...” -he says, driving back in his campervan to his office in the city of Perthia...-
OOC: What interests could a young koopa of the Koopa Guild possibly have with a flygon vibrava?!
IC: *Brian slightly winces at the Vibrava's high-pitched voice.* "Flygarra didn't order any attacks? What do you call firing missiles and trying to invade the Guild's forest then? Sounds like an attack to me. Ok, what's your message? Out with it."
(OOC: Do i really want to disappoint you? )
Viokun: “I didnt know any of that! Im serious, and if the message you wanted to be delivered, then Flygarra was offering a stern warning to the guild not to meddle in internal desert conflitcs that will happen in the future! He’d also said he’ll embargo oil from the guild if you disobey him! He’s already embargoed the UMFA from oil and gasoline as of as far as i know!” -He grunted, his four arms crossing, his face looking cutely stern-
IC: Saleem knocks Tideus unconscious and contacts Seviper. Saleem: "I have him. Perhaps we can negotiate for me to give him to you... for a reasssonable price."
(OOC: It not her name! ) Sa’Rhan: “Ooh, really?! Exxxcellent work, citizen. You obviously deserve praissssse. I’ll make you the sssssnake’ssss military commander only on one condition...” -she grins...-
-The X-Quaza lands in a military-controlled hangar, and after getting out and sending word of a test from my army’s experimental weapons division, a very good freind of mine, a Torkoal by his alias known only as “Vulkan Cherepakha”, walks out of an other chamber with other Flygon workers and military scientists, along with a large garage door openeing up. I’d soon reconnect and recognize that smog-pouring shell and squinty eyes anywhere!-
“Great Rayquaza! That cannot be you, is it?! Cherepakah!?” -i’d cry out in glee-
-The Torkal chuckled and gave a hearty luagh, and spoke to me in a Russian-Georgian accent-
Vulkan: “Ah, Comrade Flygarra! Its nice to see good freind of mine... surprised you see me with your special weapons R&D, Da?”
-I’d hugged him, luaghing-
“Absolutely wonderful! I almost forgot you were hired by me in the X-Quaza Project as second in charge!”
-Cherepakah smiled and nodded-
Vulkan: “Da, Comrade. Im aure you would be very happy desert king to realize that we have finished building a prototype of new weapon... and after getting new wind of civil war in Chima... heh heh heh, Pochemu by ne voyti s treskom?“ (Why not enter with a bang?)
”Im sure the turtles would be glad to hear that one of their former ops had helped the Desert Storm Lord in building this new Superweapon.” -i grin, as i see some flatbeds haul out framework and components to set up this stationary version of the weapon-
Vulkan: “Mhmhm... Spasibo (Thank You), dear freind... Tyron and his zealots would not know of this...exiledinconvenience...” -he chuckles with a semi-evil cackle...-
“Alright, now, you sure you have a more portable version in the works for the X-Quaza?” -my wings twitch in question-
Vulkan: “Yes, ofcourse. -he nods appreciatively- This stationary version, as i said, is only prototype of the mounted-version for the X-Quaza...” -he smiles with that untrusting grin he always has, which i trust very well...-
Vulkan: -He luaghs- “Your the one whom came up with initial ‘Dragon Ascension Cannon’ name! Hah ha ha! But, to me... i like to call weapon... ‘Zhelaniye Drakonida’... heh heh heh, The Draconid’s Death Wish.” -he luaghs evilly, I scoff and look impressed.-
-I see the parts for the prototype being hauled out of the hangar and look confident, egar to see how beautiful a weapon this Draconid’s Desth Wish is...-
-i walk out with Vulkan, and we see construction crews begin to unpack and beginnto assemble the parts to create the prototype. As i watch sacaffolding made from sandstone go up, i can only begin to wonder about what would this cuase for the entierty of chima, if we test-fire this thing...-
Vulkan: “And she goes up like beautiful work of art! Should only take a few hours until the dusk, Desert Storm Lord...” -the fiery torkoal said, looking very pleased in his works, i however, beginnto have second thoughts...-
“Excuse me, my dearest freind, but i hate to ask; but what could this mean for all of Chima? I don’t think i asked for wanton destruction, i just wanted this weapon to make other tribes tread lightly to our forces lest we strike with the Drakonida. We still have alot to develop the desert tribes armies... and were not halfway there yet!”
Vulkan: “Nonsense from man whom has the best ‘special’ operations! Underhandedly uprooting enemy ranks is good idea... didnt you want weapon to destroy the Aggrons, comrade?” -his point struck me, but it cuased internal turmoil-
“Y-yes, i-i very m-much do...” -i said, unnerved, and Vulkan started to act suspiciously-
Vulkan: “Your not afraid of impending war, Comrade Desert Storm Lord? It is dream to claim victory with your Desert Alliance, the Sandstone Phantoms! I wasn’t exiled from my tribe for no reason, Comrade Flygarra!”
”But what if the consequences could end up in total extinction?!?” -I yelped, timidity was beginning to slowly seep back in from my past...-
Vulkan: “Half of everything is luck, Comrade...”
”And the other half?!” -i said, slightly acared...-
Vulkan: “Fate, Comrade...”
-Fate...-
-The fate of all of Chima, or the desert’s indigenous tribes and peoples?! The fate of other tribes?! What was this insane madman of the Coal Pokémon talking about?!-
-I was starting to lose trust and faith in him... fate, is this... my fate...?-
(The J, batonmaster500, FelipeDutra, Shamrock, Torahvision ) (this event is best set to Kelly Bailey’s “Our Resurrected Teleport” to this event. To symbolize the anticipation and unsure feelings of this new weapon...)
-The sandstone scaffolding goes down in clouds of sandbending, and in the desert sunset, the Drakonida is almost complete, and i feel uneasy about this, lit in the glow of the gradient darkblue-orange skies...-
-a few more trucks arrive with paint and extra sheetmetal for final finishing touches on the superweapon. The entire cannon is painted in a Mega Rayquaza Livory. With the barrel of this giant scary laser, it was made to look like the head of our holy sky dragon. It looked feirce and frightening, added affect with the bright lights from welding, like lightning tearing across it’s face.-
-I could see Vulkan bouncing excitedly, grinning mad from side to side. He was fidgety, smoke and coal soot splash out from the hole in his hot shell, and from his nostrils. I knew he was very very happy, but i felt very even more concerned.-
Vulkan: “Yes, yes! Once we test out weapon’s power, we’ll set our mark on chima, being more powerful than others on continent, nay... this planet! Ah hah ha ha!”
“Vulkan... im starting to regret wanting such a thing like this! Don’t you realize what your doing?! Your putting millions of lives in danger! Even our own peoples! This will only cuase more war, death and destruction!” -i cry out, knowing what i am doing wrong, my true self is coming back to me... but i wanted to be my old self...-
Vulkan: “Your being hypocrite, Comrade! Are you getting soft?! Where is hard-line king i once knew, where was he!? Show yourself coward!” -he said, swatting a sharp slap across my face, i groaned and aoon we were in a hostile armlock-
“How dare y-you make fun of me! I-im not t-timid or a c-coward! I-i lead this tribe for many centuries, and tou dare denounce me like that you shelled-“ -i was rudely interrupted by him-
Vulkan: “NO YOU IDIOT, YOUR NOT TURNING SOFT ON ME!!!” -he said, suddenly breathing a flamethrower attack in my face, although i resisted fire-type attacks, it hurt me more than anything would...-
-I see the parts for the prototype being hauled out of the hangar and look confident, egar to see how beautiful a weapon this Draconid’s Desth Wish is...-
-i walk out with Vulkan, and we see construction crews begin to unpack and beginnto assemble the parts to create the prototype. As i watch sacaffolding made from sandstone go up, i can only begin to wonder about what would this cuase for the entierty of chima, if we test-fire this thing...-
Vulkan: “And she goes up like beautiful work of art! Should only take a few hours until the dusk, Desert Storm Lord...” -the fiery torkoal said, looking very pleased in his works, i however, beginnto have second thoughts...-
“Excuse me, my dearest freind, but i hate to ask; but what could this mean for all of Chima? I don’t think i asked for wanton destruction, i just wanted this weapon to make other tribes tread lightly to our forces lest we strike with the Drakonida. We still have alot to develop the desert tribes armies... and were not halfway there yet!”
Vulkan: “Nonsense from man whom has the best ‘special’ operations! Underhandedly uprooting enemy ranks is good idea... didnt you want weapon to destroy the Aggrons, comrade?” -his point struck me, but it cuased internal turmoil-
“Y-yes, i-i very m-much do...” -i said, unnerved, and Vulkan started to act suspiciously-
Vulkan: “Your not afraid of impending war, Comrade Desert Storm Lord? It is dream to claim victory with your Desert Alliance, the Sandstone Phantoms! I wasn’t exiled from my tribe for no reason, Comrade Flygarra!”
”But what if the consequences could end up in total extinction?!?” -I yelped, timidity was beginning to slowly seep back in from my past...-
Vulkan: “Half of everything is luck, Comrade...”
”And the other half?!” -i said, slightly acared...-
Vulkan: “Fate, Comrade...”
-Fate...-
-The fate of all of Chima, or the desert’s indigenous tribes and peoples?! The fate of other tribes?! What was this insane madman of the Coal Pokémon talking about?!-
-I was starting to lose trust and faith in him... fate, is this... my fate...?-
(The J , batonmaster500 , FelipeDutra , Shamrock , Torahvision ) (this event is best set to Kelly Bailey’s “Our Resurrected Teleport” to this event. To symbolize the anticipation and unsure feelings of this new weapon...)
-The sandstone scaffolding goes down in clouds of sandbending, and in the desert sunset, the Drakonida is almost complete, and i feel uneasy about this, lit in the glow of the gradient darkblue-orange skies...-
-a few more trucks arrive with paint and extra sheetmetal for final finishing touches on the superweapon. The entire cannon is painted in a Mega Rayquaza Livory. With the barrel of this giant scary laser, it was made to look like the head of our holy sky dragon. It looked feirce and frightening, added affect with the bright lights from welding, like lightning tearing across it’s face.-
-I could see Vulkan bouncing excitedly, grinning mad from side to side. He was fidgety, smoke and coal soot splash out from the hole in his hot shell, and from his nostrils. I knew he was very very happy, but i felt very even more concerned.-
Vulkan: “Yes, yes! Once we test out weapon’s power, we’ll set our mark on chima, being more powerful than others on continent, nay... this planet! Ah hah ha ha!”
“Vulkan... im starting to regret wanting such a thing like this! Don’t you realize what your doing?! Your putting millions of lives in danger! Even our own peoples! This will only cuase more war, death and destruction!” -i cry out, knowing what i am doing wrong, my true self is coming back to me... but i wanted to be my old self...-
Vulkan: “Your being hypocrite, Comrade! Are you getting soft?! Where is hard-line king i once knew, where was he!? Show yourself coward!” -he said, swatting a sharp slap across my face, i groaned and aoon we were in a hostile armlock-
“How dare y-you make fun of me! I-im not t-timid or a c-coward! I-i lead this tribe for many centuries, and tou dare denounce me like that you shelled-“ -i was rudely interrupted by him-
Vulkan: “NO YOU IDIOT, YOUR NOT TURNING SOFT ON ME!!!” -he said, suddenly breathing a flamethrower attack in my face, although i resisted fire-type attacks, it hurt me more than anything would...-
-that attack on me terrified me..., my face was scorched black with soot and ash, the smell of burnt scales filled me with fear.-
-I’d fall backwards and writhed in pain, screaming. Guards around me gasping and rush to my aide, and aoon Vulkan is tackled down, in a struggle-
-I’d growl, held up by my men-
”Kayf tujriw ealaa tadmir sadaqatina , Fawalkan ?! 'Ana 'aerif 'afdal mink , wa'ant 'ukhidhat kla quat lirasak!“ (Translation: How dare you ruin our friendship, Vulkan?! I know better than you, and you took all the power to your head!) -i yelled, in pain...- “All you want is power... i knew I couldn’t trust you!!! Guards... Kill him, i dont want to see him ever again!!!”
Vulkan: “Whats happening to you, Flygarra?! I thought you would love weapon! I wanted to help you!”
”YOUR TRYING TO CORRUPT ME!!! I-I WONT HAVE IT!!!” -I roared, my staff placed hastily in my hand by one of my men, and soon slammed the ground-controlling weapon, the guards holding Vulkan still, quickly flew away, and the ground violently opened up, around Vulkan and he was at my mercy-
Vulkan: “Gah?! No, STOP!!!”
-And i could only hear the scream of Vulkan as he fell into the deep black void i ripped into the earth with my rage, hate, anger, and distrust...-
-All the surrounding workers and soldiers and guardsmen witnessed the wrath of the Desert Storm Lord, and i had a newfound hatred to all turtles and tortioises...-
-I growl and conveniently, the cart that held the final component for the Drakonida Cannon, Rayquaza’s meteorite, trawled in, and i scared off the two people that were pushing that cart, smashes the glass covering of the palm-sized rock, and thrust it in the air-
“I WONT STAND IT, WARM UP THE WEAPON, AND I’LL DO THE HONOR!!!” -i roared, before following it up by a high and mighty Flygon Cry- “DEATH TO ALL TRAITORS ALL WHO OPPOSE US AND OUR MIGHTY DESERT TRIBES!!! And it starts... WITH THIS.”
-all the operators nodded, and cheered, the guards and soldiers all nodded and grunted...-
-Although something was wrong, the Soul Dew i forgot i had began to react, trying to calm me down... trying to remember my past... that i dont want to relive...-
Viokun: “I didnt know any of that! Im serious, and if the message you wanted to be delivered, then Flygarra was offering a stern warning to the guild not to meddle in internal desert conflitcs that will happen in the future! He’d also said he’ll embargo oil from the guild if you disobey him! He’s already embargoed the UMFA from oil and gasoline as of as far as i know!” -He grunted, his four arms crossing, his face looking cutely stern-
Kundee Geth: “Bah at’ was rubbish! Hit more accurately ya potato-head!” -he said, berating an trainee-sniper on his accuracy skills-
-the rythmic gunfire as the former Mercinary shouted made him feel heroic, glad nothing is happening to his tribe or his country... as of yet...-
Kundee Geth: “Keep pinning them targets down, mates! Keep em’ down and make sure they don’t ever get up!” -he growls loudly, the sniper-gunshots getting more frequent and more accurate- “If i was a former sniper in the military whom worked as a mercinary with over 500 confirmed kills, then you can be as good, if not, bettah than your Prime Minister! Keep shooting!” -he shouted again, pacing back and forth, inspects deeply into his brave men, grinning with each bullseye they get-
-after personally monitoring his military marksmen he prefers over other infantry, his time is up and he begins to pack up and head back to his parliment... wondering about the other things going on in chima...-
Kundee Geth: “I wonder, where deh heck is Kyle (batonmaster500 ) is in all of this... i’ve been hearin rumors of a chimian civil war, and i would love to get back in my element...” -he says, driving back in his campervan to his office in the city of Perthia...-
IC: *Kyle hears his name. Kundee sees him running next to the driver door of his campervan.* "Hey Kundee, what's up?"