Xia, the great industrial powerhouse of the Matoran Universe, was this very thing. Artakha was secretive, and would only in turn serve clients who shared similar discretion. Nynrah had fallen to the thrall of the Makuta years ago so that they could be on call to continuously arm the Makuta and furnish them with their armor. Indeed, Xia was now the only isle that now traded with Metru Nui and their lot. Metru Nui in particular, having had its governing Makuta mysteriously assasinated before the Brotherhood showed its true colors, was in a position to heavily fortify itself. With every day that passed, walls and cannons the likes of which were never expected to be seen in the Matoran Universe were being constructed and installed for a singular purpose: Keep the Makuta out of Metru Nui at any cost. With a policy such as that, how could any Vortixx refuse to do business with the Matoran?
A Xian CEO walked into her office one morning, sat at her desk, and contentedly reviewed the latest paperwork that had been left by her secretary. She had managed to sign an important document when she suddenly, out of the blue, went flying into the wall across from her, a noticeable but clean red line punched into her back with a blade that had been wrapped around a certain intruder's fist. It was none other than Kratark. It seems Karunax had finally convinced him to give single-handedly conquering islands a shot. And by single-handedly, of course, Karunax meant to send the entirety of Detral to give every Makuta a fair chance for some enjoyable sport. Kratark of course being the "second" most powerful, and therefore, the "quarterback" of sorts to this siege.
-last edited on Aug 11, 2018 7:20:21 GMT by Emarcee
Post by Emarcee on Aug 11, 2018 7:20:00 GMT
"OH COME ON!!!!!" Screamed a voice. The Queue of Em immediately shut down all electrical functions, it was programmed to do this if the Great Being Emarcee ever needed to go on a thunderstorm-fueled tirade. "I'VE PUT UP WITH A LOT OF CRUD LATELY BUT THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!!!" Lightning surged throughout the facility, striking random points with reckless abandon and fury. Were it not for the Great Being's foresight, there would be no countermeasures for when he got this mad, and he'd have to replace all of his equipment. And if there is one thing Emarcee is loath to do, it is visitting any of his fellow "Great Beings" all of whom he deems to be "Freaking idiots!" who "Can't even build a giant robot properly without having to put a million faulty failsafes which don't work in it!" Alas -- Emarcee is all too aware of the difficulties in creating a failsafe. But that is a different story entirely.
When Emarcee's tantrum was quite finished, the Queue of Em's monitors came back to life. He sat back down on his chair, flustered, and promptly switched the main screen to Xia camera A2O7, a camera which provided a nice airborne overview of the isle, which he now knew was under attack. From the vantage point this camera had, Emarcee could spy several dozens of Makuta swarming about the skies over Xia, as well as a small fleet of airships of all things. Small explosions dotted the city, doing as much damage as one would expect them to. That is to say -- the airships' cannons were really making a mess of things down there. The Great Being furrowed his brow as he gazed upon the mindless destruction. He was sick of this. Someone needed to die that day. Namely, every stinking Makuta that happens to owe its allegiance to the Brotherhood. That sadly being all of them.
There in the skies o'er Xia, it appeared. A brilliant spear of purest white and most brilliant cyan. With its coming, the heavens themselves were rallied and they cast down their dooming judgement upon the twisted souls below: lightning. Ruinous thunder rained down upon the Makuta below, and though their armor protected them, should it ever be pierced, you could bet most anything that their antidermis would answer to Emarcee's electric judgement. The Vortixx caught wind of how the lightning seemed to only be targeting Makuta, and any surviving males were haphazardly armed with bladed protosteel implements and sent to try and cut into the armor of any Makuta that they could find -- the turbulent storm would do the rest. Needless to say -- scarcely any of the Vortixx that were sent could actually complete this task, but they would have died even if they didn't try anyway, and so the tragedy was overlooked.
Of course -- the Makuta would not be left to their free sport for long. Amidst the chaos could be seen brief flashes of blue and white travelling horizontally, rather than straight down from the sky. With the comings and goings of such flashes, Makuta would find their armor cut in twain, and the viscous gas which makes up their essence electrocuted soon after, incinerated in what would have appeared to be the heavens' final judgement. If one could be disturbed by the sight of an empty suit of armor cut open as if it were a mere can of fish, it could be called a ghastly sight indeed. There were no words. No warnings. Only uncaring steel, and unimpeded lightning. When all the heroes have come and gone, when those that call for reform have had their piece and have been dismissed, all that is left then is wrath and retribution. Truthfully -- Emarcee lived for these moments. There is a certain exhileration to be had in playing the roles of judge, jury, and executioner for ones as despicable as the Makuta. Balance? The "bigger picture"? Emarcee cared not for these things. With foresight comes inaction. With inaction comes death. And as it stands, Emarcee has twiddled his thumbs for quite some time. The Brotherhood had come as far as Xia. They would not go further. If Emarcee followed the counsel of the other Great Beings, Mata Nui would be destroyed -- or worse: hijacked.
A blade struck Kratark's left shoulder spike, knocking it clean off. At once, the Makuta turned to a cloud of smoke to take stock of the situation, only to see his creator standing before him. For once, he could not speak, even if he wanted to. Kratark was spoiled on Matoran Universe fodder up until now. But Emarcee knew exactly what and who Kratark was. He knew a counter for every kraata power. He knew of the deathstare, and how to avoid it. He was as fast, if not faster than Kratark. His armor was almost as strong, if not stronger than Kratark's. The last time these two beings faced each other, Kratark was trapped inside that confounded Toa of light! And one could almost certain there would be no mercy for the Makuta if he lost this fight. The Great Being turned to face his creation. Lightning arced across his body. This was just like the last time.
"You know, I was always afraid I'd have to do this again. For a while there it seemed you learned your lesson. But now it seems that all too soon your true nature has revealed itself yet again. Such a pity that it's come to this yet again."
Kratark remained silent. He had to be ready for any number of moves Emarcee was prepared to make. Would the Great Being teleport and go for an attack from behind? Would he rush forward and thrust at the head? Would he sweep Kratark's legs? There were a nigh innumerable amount of ways that spear could lash out, and Kratark would need to be ready for each and any of them.
Scarcely a minute had past before the Great Being finally and suddenly burst forward, spear pointed straight and true. With incredible speed, he passed right through... nothing, it seemed. He looked back only to see that Kratark was intangible. Upon seeing this, the Great Being immediately thrust his spear forward into the ghostly mass that was Kratark, and held it there. "Really? Staying intangible? That's the best you could come up with? All I have to do to keep you from attacking me is keep this spear in your position." Indeed, no matter how fast Kratark were to move in this state, Emarcee could always catch up. Needless to say -- should no new developments arise, Kratark was actually doomed.
But wouldn’t this be hilarious if he stopped writing parts here and left us on a big cliffhanger?
It'd be cruel, very cruel.
Turns out playing Monster Hunter is addicting and causes a distraction when trying to dump two text documents worth of story onto a message board that you don't really visit all that often
Crud! The Makuta thought to himself. I fell into a trap that hadn't even been laid! The minute I recorporealize he's going to finish me! The tense situation continued for several seconds, the Great being staring Kratark down. Suddenly, the window broke, and through it came barreling in... Waffles, with a Skakdi atop it -- Vazrudakann of all people.
"Master!" the Skakdi cried. "When I caught wind that you were going to Xia, I just knew I had to come. Who is this?"
"Taking disciples now are we?" scoffed Emarcee, "How very baka of you. Baka baka...."
The Great being took his spear out from Kratark's intangible frame, and turned to face the Skakdi, walking slowly towards it. Before Kratark had time to shout, much less before The Skakdi himself had time to react, (let alone put up a fight) Emarcee had burst forth, unleashing a flurry of thrusts rapid, unmerciful thrusts with his spear, crying: "Baka baka baka baka BAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKA!!! BAAAAAKAA!!!!" as he did so. The javelin surging with thunder and effortlessly piercing Vazrudakann's meager defenses, if any.
Needless to say, following this complete and utter beatdown, Vazrudakann was really, really messed up. And dead to boot. Quite dead. He lay there as little more than a mass of mangled metal and protodermis. That terrible pike of thunderous judgement Emarcee was so fond of didn't just pierce things, it decimated them. Shockwaves would often follow some of his more devastating strikes, a testament to the Great Being's electric speed and thunderous strength.
"There. Now he won't be continuing your foul legacy of destruction and apathy. And as for your pet- GAH!"
No sooner did Emarcee make mention of Kratark's pet than the Makuta suddenly surged with terrifying vigor. A blade suddenly went straight up into Emarcee's back armor, penetrating it, and making a shallow, vertical cut in Emarcee's actual body. A mere flesh-wound to be sure -- but a flesh-wound nonetheless. As the sharp pain suddenly hit him, Emarcee actually dropped his spear. "NOT WAFFLES. NEVER WAFFLES!!! DO YOU HEAR ME MONSTER?!?! NEVER! Whoever even speaks of harming my Rahi dies. EVEN YOU!!!"
The Makuta followed the initial bladed punch he had delivered earlier with a swift and immediate bolt of violet from his free hand. The dark energy struck Emarcee in his open wound, causing him to reel from a momentary but no less painful shock. The last time Emarcee felt a blow even approaching the magnitude of this was when an Agori had managed to blind him in the left eye, back in the days when he didn't wear a helmet. Before he could get back to his feet, a hand, no a claw, larger than Kratark's, suddenly gripped Emarcee's torso, lifting him off the ground and slamming him onto the floor. Waffles was keen to have a say in this clash as well.
Fortuneately for him though, the Great Being was undazed from this strike, and retained enough cognitive capacity to teleport himself back to a standing position. Kratark at this leaped forward at his creator, thrusting his fist-weapon straight on. Emarcee brought his spearshaft up to block the blow, only for a cloud of smoke to pass through him -- the attack was an all-too obvious fake-out. A large, meaty whip suddenly lashed against the Great Being's back, scratching his armor but otherwise leaving it intact. He did, however, stumble forward, as one does. Thinking the next attack would come from below, Emarcee got a hold of his weapon and whirled his entire body around, swinging his mighty spear out in a colossal teal arc directly above him --except, there was nothing there.
Emarcee had fallen onto his back as a conquence of him thinking Waffles was still right on top of him. Before he had time to get back on his feet, the floor suddenly gave out beneath him. The entire top floor was decimated along with its ceiling and roof. As Emarcee had been thrown forward, it would seem Waffles flew out the building only to fly back into the floor directly below. Somehow the beast then knew to fly upward straight up into Emarcee's position, and indeed the Great Being suddenly found his torso in the jaws of none other than Waffles, and he was being carried by the beast straight up into the sky.
Another author's note: to prevent posts from being in the wrong order, I am only going to post one at a time. While I do not believe the fight to be terribly violent, I do want to make sure each post gets through moderation in the order they were posted. After all, different people can interpret a story differently. That said, I hope I didn't jinx myself, cus I worked really hard on this
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Post by Emarcee on Aug 17, 2018 13:32:25 GMT
Marvelously, Emarcee had somehow managed to retain his grip on his spear though, and so, thinking himself to be in the perfect position to run through the Rahi's cranium, Emarcee turned his blade around and raised it upwards, only to find it literally kicked out of his grasp. Kratark had been riding on the beast's back the whole time, and had apparently performed a jumping kick just to prevent what otherwise would have been a surely lethal blow. "KRAAAATARK!!!!" shouted Emarcee with desperate frustration in his voice. In an attempt to not lose his spear, the Great Being outstretched his left hand so he could try to telekinetically pull his weapon back to him before it fell too far out of sight. About midway through the process of him doing this though, he felt a distinct pressure on his midsection: Waffles was now forcefully and suddenly biting down on him. Thankfully the Great Being's armor was strong enough to protect from any serious injury, but it was no less painful for Emarcee, he growled angrily in protest. It then occurred to Emarcee to try and shock the beast, but Waffles suddenly swung his body around, and threw Emarcee straight upwards into the sky. The Great Being's spun about in the air, dizzying him. Suddenly though, his field of vision whirled to meet the direction of his momentum, and then, he saw his spear falling straight down toward him. As if *thrown* somehow.
Emarcee exclaimed at this, saying something to the effect of "AH!!" before thinking to himself: *That clever fiend! He grabbed onto my spear as he fell and then used the momentum from me trying to retrieve it to quickly get back up into the sky! Not only that... the beast's bite was perfectly timed to stop me just at the moment when I had gotten it going at full speed! HAH! He might just get the best of me! ...wait, what am I thinking? He might just get the best of me!! The Great Being had allowed himself to be lost in his own thoughts for so long that he had almost forgotten to telekinetically freeze himself and his spear mid-air.
Another author's note: to prevent posts from being in the wrong order, I am only going to post one at a time. While I do not believe the fight to be terribly violent, I do want to make sure each post gets through moderation in the order they were posted. After all, different people can interpret a story differently. That said, I hope I didn't jinx myself, cus I worked really hard on this
It's a trust fall whenever you post more than one at a time. I haven't got burned on it since the very beginning of my story, but it does happen.
