TheFirstDecadebatonmaster500 This is the third part of chapter 10. The second part seems to have gotten stuck in moderation. Mods, if it's because of a part in that post, you can edit out that sentence.
The reason the post got stuck in moderation was because it had been edited several hours after being posted. When a post is edited, it goes back into the moderation queue, and if there have been many posts approved since the post was originally made, it will often not be seen. Quest: A Fanon Chima Story
TheFirstDecadebatonmaster500 This is the third part of chapter 10. The second part seems to have gotten stuck in moderation. Mods, if it's because of a part in that post, you can edit out that sentence.
The reason the post got stuck in moderation was because it had been edited several hours after being posted. When a post is edited, it goes back into the moderation queue, and if there have been many posts approved since the post was originally made, it will often not be seen. Quest: A Fanon Chima Story
Well thats a flaw that needs to be rectified, but i thinks thats a Proboards thing. Das stupid.
The reason the post got stuck in moderation was because it had been edited several hours after being posted. When a post is edited, it goes back into the moderation queue, and if there have been many posts approved since the post was originally made, it will often not be seen. Quest: A Fanon Chima Story
Well thats a flaw that needs to be rectified, but i thinks thats a Proboards thing. Das stupid.
We basically have a moderation queue that goes in order from the most recent post to the last recent post. We use this: thebrick.boards.net/posts/recent
When a post is edited, it is put back in moderation, but since it's date isn't changed, it's no longer in the unmoderated pages of the queue. The way to get around this is by having the editor PM a staff member and request that it is re-approved. Quest: A Fanon Chima Story
Well thats a flaw that needs to be rectified, but i thinks thats a Proboards thing. Das stupid.
We basically have a moderation queue that goes in order from the most recent post to the last recent post. We use this: thebrick.boards.net/posts/recent
When a post is edited, it is put back in moderation, but since it's date isn't changed, it's no longer in the unmoderated pages of the queue. The way to get around this is by having the editor PM a staff member and request that it is re-approved. Quest: A Fanon Chima Story
Ah that makes sense now, I would just quote/post-chain to get it back up to most recent and/or make a repost to get it back up to date and delete the old one. Now i see how the moderation system works.
We basically have a moderation queue that goes in order from the most recent post to the last recent post. We use this: thebrick.boards.net/posts/recent
When a post is edited, it is put back in moderation, but since it's date isn't changed, it's no longer in the unmoderated pages of the queue. The way to get around this is by having the editor PM a staff member and request that it is re-approved. Quest: A Fanon Chima Story
Ah that makes sense now, I would just quote/post-chain to get it back up to most recent and/or make a repost to get it back up to date and delete the old one. Now i see how the moderation system works.
Yeah. The delete the old one and repost it would probably be a good solution. Quest: A Fanon Chima Story
Quest: Book 3 Story by Batonmaster500 | Written by JGREAD
Chapter 1
Date: 15th of July Location: Paradigm Headquarters
Wingman watched the video on his camera as the broadcast concluded. The Dragon King stood over "Paradox", lifeless on the surface of Cavora. "I see what you did, Paradox." The flygon muttered as King Drakonus made his own speech to the camera. "Sacrificing your own men to take your place, huh? It was convincing, I'll admit. Most of Chima probably thinks you're deceased now... but I know you, Paradox. I know you would've gotten out of there if the odds were stacked against you. Just what are you planning...?" The leader of Paradigm stepped out of his office, already slinging a blaster over his shoulder and affixing a bag of fresh chi to his belt. He nodded to his right hand man, announcing his leave. "You're in charge once again, my friend." Wingman said. "I need to find Paradox, or at least figure out what he's planning. The man has become a danger to us, and most likely to Chima as a whole." "You're going alone?" The second-in-command of Paradigm asked. "No," Wingman shook his head, "I'll take the new recruits with me. It'll be least expected, and I also have this... gut feeling that I should take them." "A gut feeling?" "Call it intuition, I suppose." Wingman spread his insect-like wings, flying out of the secret Paradigm base with purpose.
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"...Yes sir." Shift continued talking on his radio as Kyle and Myora watched. He'd taken the two of them to a Paradigm outpost in Chima's desert, effectively recruiting them to the faction. "...Yes sir, of course. Already on it." He put away his radio and turned to his fellow cats. "That was Wigman, as we call him," he explained to his friends, "the leader of Paradigm. He's requesting us, specifically, to assist him on a personal mission." "A personal mission?" Myora asked. "We're to help him find Paradox, and put an end to whatever he's planning." Shift answered. "You've probably heard of or encountered that man by now, right? He faked his death to Chima a mere hour ago, but Wingman figured out his ruse." "So now the boss wants to actually do him in." Kyle observed. "Or capture him." Shift said, shrugging. "In any case, stopping this strange man has become priority number one, as you might've guessed." "Seems... too important for us rookies." Myora commented nervously. "Me and Kyle, I mean." "I agree," Shift replied, "but as I said, Wingman stressed that we three specifically go with him. I'm sure he has a reason." "Well, he can count on us!" Kyle said confidently as he began doing stretches. "My body is ready!" Shift nodded to the nearby owl who'd be in charge of the outpost in his absence. She nodded back, and signaled for other present Paradigm members to gather supplies. "Then, let us be off." Shift said quietly. "Our quest begins."
Date: Night of July 15th Location: Desert of Chima
The introductions and re-introductions had been fittingly brisk when Wingman discreetly met with the three cats halfway through the desert, and the group dutifully set up camp. With his drone, the flygon had shown his new team the video "Paradox" had broadcast of his defeat at the hands of the Dragon King. Around the campfire in a circle, the cats now watched their leader. Wingman finally spoke again as he put his soup down in his lap. "Did any of you notice any details that stood out to you in the video?" He asked, as if to test them. "Other than that 'Paradox' being a fake, which he was, by the way." "That sword looked quite foreign." Shift muttered, putting his own soup down before crossing his arms in thought. "Probably forged by his own species he mentioned, these... fen-nec fox-es, whatever they are." "I agree, those 'foxes' likely came to Chima --intentionally or not-- from another world, much like us Pokemon." Wingman replied, as the light from the fire shined brightly on his translucent crimson "eye shields". "However, did any of you notice the sidearm he carried?" "It honestly looked like... quite a generic blaster to me, Sir." Myora spoke up, though wincing preemptively at a presumed reprimand for this answer. "Indeed." The leader of Paradigm surprisingly agreed. "I don't fault you for thinking that. After all, its manufacturers tried their best to make it look as generic as possible. However, I've gotten a close enough look at those blasters to know whose handiwork they are; that being the Moles." "What in Chima--?!" Kyle began, as his leader held up a hand. "...Are the Moles?" Wingman finished the question for him, in a considerably quieter voice. "Perhaps the most secretive tribe and species in Chima. For the thousand years that civilization has existed, they have lived completely underground, embracing isolationism practically from the moment they were evolved into sentient forms. They built their technology through the metals they mined, and they get their chi by siphoning it from the chi rivers their tunnels dwell below. Even our world's guardians in the north might not know of their existence, though it wouldn't surprise me if they did. The reason I know all this, is thanks to several moles --those who defied their tribe's isolated existence-- joining Paradigm over the years." "So, why didn't you bring any of them on this mission?" Kyle asked, before taking a swig of soup. "Seems like they'd be the most knowledgeable on this, if we're going after their tribe." "Because the leaders of the Mole Tribe wouldn't be too fond of the defectors' presence during our talks." Wingman answered, picking his bowl of soup back up. "You see, we're not exactly 'going after' this hidden tribe; in order to make any progress in learning why they're working with Paradox, we must offer to join the Moles."
Tsarlok sat cross-legged on a tree stump, throwing and catching a steel knife to entertain himself. While he did this with his left hand, his right gripped an orb of chi, tactfully positioned within the cross of his legs, both so that it remained hidden from anyone without a bird's eye view, and so that he could slide it in his belt's chi socket just above in a millisecond. The cat did just that upon hearing a single crinkle of a single leaf with his naturally acute sense of sound. 'Yep, you three are good, but not THAT good.' Tsarlok thought before catching the knife in his now free right hand, sliding and locking it back into its slot on his prosthetic arm, and using it to block a small but deadly chi bullet fired from the trees, all in the span of a second with chi-enhanced speed. He glanced down at the bullet, now ingrained in his wide knife. The small pellets of metal filled with liquid chi, which most had taken to calling "bullets", had been invented just several years back. Fired from an additional barrel affixed to a chi blaster, the bullets weren't particularly sharp like a blade, nor did they do as much area damage as traditional chi laser blasts. What they did do, however, was make it easier to strike only an enemy's vital part, due to their inherently more precise nature. This made them less useful than wide and hard-hitting laser blasts on the practically feral battlefields of Chima, but essential to any assassin or sniper. 'Highly explosive when cracked open as well.' Tsarlok thought with a grin as he ripped the bullet out and cracked it like an egg with the point of his knife. 'This ludicrous amount of volatile energy is why chi in its liquid form is hardly used for anything else, after all.' As Rage and Charcoal charged at Tsarlok from the bushes, with the cat's survival having made it evident that they needed to attack head-on, Tsarlok jumped straight up with a chi-enhanced leap, throwing the bullet down into the tree stump just before it detonated. The parrot and rabbit saw the tiny object within the equally tiny time frame, however, and both swiftly leapt back, skillfully out of range of the chi energy explosion. Tsarlok grinned wider at this while gravity reclaimed him, and he landed on his feet like most cats. "Good, you've all done your homework." Tsarlok clapped genuinely as he looked up at saw the mink sniper, Melanie, jump to a lower branch whilst detaching the bullet barrel from her long blaster rifle. "I'm pleased at how much you've all improved since out last fight." "You... do know why we're here, right?" Rage cawed in slight confusion, as Charcoal remained silent as ever. "Of course, my friend." Tsarlok replied as he picked up a supersized leaf from the tree the stump had once been, and used it to put out the fires from the explosion, throwing a powerful gust with chi-enhanced strength.
TheFirstDecadebatonmaster500 Man, that was weird; kept giving me the wrong text colors for a while even though I put in the right codes. Oh well, the first page of chapter 3 is finally done. "However," Tsarlok talked diplomatically even while dodging and parrying a slew of strikes from Rage, "to be blunt, I hope to convince you to join me." "Sorry, couldn't even if you were my brother." Rage replied as he sporadically swung low to catch Tsarlok off guard, only for the cat to dodge. "You've become a liability, after the Battle of Cavora happened unexpectedly, and took a turn it 'wasn't supposed to'. Obsidian's words." "More like the fox's words." Tsarlok scoffed before doing a back flip to avoid simultaneous knife swings from Rage and Charcoal, the latter having gotten behind him, but seen out of the corner of Tsarlok's eye just in time. "Those moles don't realize they're practically being controlled by Paradox. "Unlike you three." Tsarlok added as he turned on his heels, narrowly saving his right shoulder and arm from Melanie's latest salvo of chi blasts. "You are able to break free and defy those arrogant dirt-diggers, as Eight did." "Eight?" Melanie called out as she rolled to dodge a knife Tsarlok launched; its target had not been her, but the barrel of her blaster rifle. "...Yes, indeed." Tsarlok grinned, realizing he'd gotten their attention as he front flipped over a dual knife cross swing from Rage. "He'd told me in his last breath to find and recruit you all, so that we could knock those moles off their underground throne." "His last breath?" Charcoal finally spoke as he brought up his own knife to hastily block a quick slash from Tsarlok. The attack grazed the rabbit's cheek before knocking the knife out of his hand, Charcoal's brief distraction spawning a small scar as he stumbled back and righted himself, quickly drawing another blade from his belt. "I swear on Cavora itself, I'm telling the truth." Tsarlok replied genuinely, before turning to his other attacker and rolling to his left to avoid a would-be brutal downward swing from Rage. "Eight was promised revenge on the Mole Tribe by Paradox, before realizing that I'd be more useful to that end with my new army. That was before those Dragons attacked; the man was fatally wounded, and implored me to find you three. The Moles sending you to take me out was exactly what I'd hoped for. Why else do you think I made it so easy for them to locate me?" Tsarlok realized too late that his focus being split between talking and dodging his close-range attackers finally left him open to a shot from Melanie, and the blast hit his prosthetic arm. While it didn't destroy the powerful metal, the force of the chi blast knocked him back, and the cat rolled in the dirt of the clearing, before managing to right himself just in time to deflect a knife throw from Charcoal. However, the fact that Melanie's aim had lingered toward his arm confirmed her hesitation.
"You're all expendable to the Moles!" Tsarlok continued as he parried a now sloppier strike from Rage, who was also beginning to heed his words. "Eight's sacrifice was to encourage you all to break free, and control your own futures, before it's too late like it was for him!" Tsarlok spun in the air to avoid a low-sweeping kick from a stumbling Charcoal. Melanie aimed again, but this time Tsarlok sidestepped, launched a knife, and hit his target. Melanie threw the volatile blaster rifle as hard as she could before the stopped-up energy could be released, but released it was, blowing her back and into the nearest tree after the rifle exploded in midair. Rage was briefly distracted by these sights and sounds, just long enough for Tsarlok to roundhouse kick him and send the parrot tumbling through the dirt, dropping his weapons along the way as he tried to break his roll with a gust from his wings. Charcoal jumped back and threw four razor disks at Tsarlok immediately after this. The cat managed to deflect three of them with his metal arms, but the fourth grazed his shoulder. Tsarlok stumbled, and Charcoal charged, only to be blasted seven feet back by a chi-enhanced roar from Tsarlok; it was a move the cat was saving until now, as it expended a lot of chi energy. Indeed, Tsarlok looked down and saw his chi orb fizzling out. He knew he'd taken a gamble, but now all of the experiments were weaponless, disoriented, and somewhat ready to listen. He took a deep breath before speaking again, while this peace lasted. 'Here goes nothing.' Tsarlok thought, though he had a gut feeling this meeting was just about wrapped up.
Wingman, Kyle, Shift, and Myora stood on a craggy cliff about nine feet above the sand, in an area of the desert filled with rock formations. They awaited the arrival of the Moles who were to "recruit" them. Kyle was uneasy, and from the expressions on the faces of Myora and Shift, he knew his comrades felt the same. It had, in fact, been the Moles who'd sought them out, calling Wingman over the radio the previous night, just after the meeting around the campfire. The secretive tribe had wanted to recruit mercenaries from Paradigm (citing Wingman specifically, no less) immediately after the events at Cavora. This turn of events was viewed by the three cats as being much too convenient, and Wingman agreed with them, but kept his cool.
"Now it's undeniable that Paradox has been watching us." The flygon had said to the cats after agreeing to meet up at the Moles' requested coordinates, and putting down the radio. "I still don't think Paradox had planned what happened at Cavora, but it looks like we're his backup plan, for whatever reason." "So we're playing right into Paradox and the Moles' hands!" Kyle had replied. "He planned our actions?! We need to... not meet with the Moles then!" "We have absolutely no choice, actually." Wingman had responded. "Let me explain: if his plan is this specific, then he's been watching my every move. If Paradox has a way to watch us, or at least me, he likely could've assassinated me any time he wanted. If I opt not to join the Moles, he'll probably just take me out, since I've openly stated that I'm trying to stop whatever he's planning. The same probably goes for you three." A collective chill went through the cats, and Myora sat down slowly. "So, it's a 'join me, or be crushed' dilemma." Shift spoke softly, rubbing his chin in thoughtfulness. "Interesting that he actually wants us to join him. What a peculiar man; seemingly supernatural observation abilities, and he offers an ultimatum for his enemies to work for him, to avoid having to slay them. I can't tell if he's merciful, or a psychopath." "W-we're just going to be his pawns!" Kyle snarled. "What we were planning to do to combat him is what he wants us to do!" "But..." Myora spoke up, "we really don't have a choice. The mole over the radio said the Boss's code name. Hardly anyone outside of Paradigm has heard of 'Wingman', so there's no way Paradox is bluffing; he can actually see our every move..." "Precisely." Wingman nodded. "I must say, it's impressive how quickly Paradox turned the tables on me, when I thought I'd be going under his nose by infiltrating the Moles." "He's watching us right now then!" Kyle said, looking around. "You're not the least bit scared?"
"We have no reason to fear for our lives, as long as we comply." Wingman asserted. "Sounds like something my brother would've told the Cat citizens." Myora murmured.
Kyle's private recounting of the previous night was cut short as Myora exclaimed something. "There!" She said, gesturing to a rock face almost completely submerged in sand. "I see movement!" The cat spoke true; there was a barely visible circle in the rock, and the part of the 'rock' within the circle was turning. The disk suddenly sprung up as the disguised hatch opened, and three creatures with bizarre faces, claws on both their feet and their evolved hands, and long black fur crawled out. They looked up at the group from Paradigm with small, squinting eyes, and Wingman waved to them. "That's him, all right." Obsidian said, nodding as he fixed his binoculars on the flygon; the Paradigm arrivals weren't too far away from the Moles' entrance, but they were far enough to be out of earshot. "Just as I remem--" "Obsidian, look at your two o'clock!" Foremole warned, pointing with a claw to his right. The other two moles turned, and were alarmed by what they saw. On the rock and just about to climb down to meet with the moles, Wingman and the cats saw it as well: a flock of dragons flying wildly toward the meeting spot from the northwest, steam already billowing from within the creatures' monstrous jaws.
Date: 16th of July Location: Desert of Chima - Mole HQ entrance
"GET DOWN!" Wingman shouted as a combined burst of fire from several dragons, its speed enhanced and accelerated from the dragons' fire chi, roared toward the Paradigm members. Wingman instinctively dived off the rock, and transitioned his fall into a winged flight to avoid scattering himself on the rocks below. He turned his long neck mid-flight to see that the three cats, who would've had a painful fall had they jumped off the rock as he did, now lay flat upon the rock face. They'd all used the tactic of falling onto their stomachs to dodge the blast, and while the fire didn't touch them, it was a mere three to four inches above them in the seconds before it dissipated; the cats didn't catch ablaze, but they did have the fur on their backs singed and smoking just from the pure, supernatural heat radiating above them. The cats roared in pain, but didn't let it distract them. Kyle gritted his teeth and turned his head to the left, squinting at the dragons who'd aimed their fiery breath at the cats. "Why you--!" Kyle growled, and kept his arm pressed to the rock face as he shifted his right shoulder down to reach the blaster from his belt. Just after the fire dissipated, the four dragons facing the cats started rearing their heads back. "They're getting ready for another shot!" Myora warned desperately. "I know!" Kyle ground out. "They're trying to keep us pinned down! I won't LET THEM!" Kyle whipped his arm out, now holding his blaster, and grabbed a chi orb with his left hand even as he scrambled to his knees, shifted his body to the left, and fired, all at the same time. Kyle's first laser blast, a half second after he plugged chi in order to power himself and his weapon, went into one of the dragon's mouths as the crimson reptile tried to release fiery destruction from it, and the dragon dropped like a fly. In less than a second, Kyle shifted farther left, twisting his body rather than taking the time to stand up, and fired wildly, but with every fiber of his being hoping to hit his targets before they hit him. One shot blasted a dragon's eye, another, a wing, and the final shot hit the furthest left dragon... in the left arm, causing Kyle's heart to sink. The former two dragons spiraled to the sea of sand and rocks below, but the one who could still fly and fight, despite being set back one moment, readied his fire blast. The three cats could see, from this relatively close distance, the rage in the dragon's eyes, and the orange glow rising up from his throat, as he intentionally unhinged his jaw to cover as much space as possible with the oncoming flame volley. It felt to the cats as if it happened in slow motion. Even as Myora and Shift turned and desperately leapt up with blasters and chi in hand, Wingman flew in from the dragon's left, having plugged chi and swooped back around after jumping off the rock.
batonmaster500TheFirstDecade Wingman, holding a knife upside down in his right hand, swiped in front of his enemy's chest, and the dragon dropped. The fire, already being unleashed as Wingman did this, sputtered up out of the dragon's maw as he spiraled down, and caught the flygon's right wing ablaze. Wingman shot toward the ground and tried to break his fall with his wings before one of them could disintegrate, also flapping his right wing wildly to blow off the flames. "BOSS!" Myora cried as Wingman fell. "At your one o'clock!" Shift called to her as he shot at, and missed, his skilled target. Myora turned just in time to block a downward sword swing from the Dragon King himself, before Drakonus seemingly blasted her off the rock face with a quick fire chi powered roar. "Myo--!" Kyle started, but he had to shift his attention to the two other dragons flying up from beneath the rock. Kyle parried a swing from one with the knife affixed to his blaster's barrel, just before Shift scored a direct hit on that attacker, and then on the other, with his chi rifle. Shift spun to face Drakonus, only to have the barrel of his rifle sliced clean off by the Dragon King's sword. Drakonus immediately slashed again, this time forward instead of down. With chi-enhanced speed, Shift jumped back in time to narrowly dodge the deadly attack, and the tip of the jagged, yet elegant sword went an inch from the cat's chest. Myora, revealing herself from the ledge she'd grabbed onto, brought up her head and arm, and aimed a laser shot at Drakonus' head from the right while he was focusing on Shift. The Dragon King turned his eye, his black pupil becoming even more of a slit as he focused, and brought up his right shoulder just barely in time to block the would-be head shot with his golden shoulder pad. Drakonus was sent spinning to his left by the force of the blast, before righting himself in the air, and flipping to face the cats while hovering above them. "Why?!" Kyle roared. "Why are you attacking us?!" "We intercepted the Moles' transmission to you." Drakonus replied with a coldness that contrasted his fiery presence. "Don't think I wasn't aware of the Moles' existence. I created them, after all. Just as I created all of you, and all the land you so arrogantly build upon, run over with tanks, and decimate with wars. Anyhow, this is nothing personal, but from the transmission, I know you're all pawns of Paradox. The real Paradox, not the warrior covered in paint that I fought yesterday. You see, Paradox... he is truly an enigma. Even I don't know exactly who or what he is, or where he comes from. He is the only being on this planet of whom that is the case, which is certainly a problem. Your transmission was the only lead I had, along with my men discovering what they suspected to be the entrance to the Moles' headquarters, which turned out to be correct."
batonmaster500TheFirstDecade The Dragon King glanced at the round hatch in the ground, and it was only now that the cats realized the moles were nowhere to be found, having immediately gone back underground and sealed up the hole from whence they came when the dragons arrived. The dragons around the hatch had given up on trying to cut it, smash it, blast it, or burn it open, and were now flying back over to where their leader hovered. "Alas, that hatch is completely indestructible," Drakonus continued, "clearly made out of the same metal as the Demiurge. I thought I'd used every last bit of it on this planet when constructing the warship, but I suppose not. With those moles out of our grasp, it's you who must pay the price for their cowardice. We came here in order to either raid the Mole HQ and possibly stop Paradox's plan altogether, or to slay at least one of Paradox's pawns, to set him back a bit and prevent his plan from interfering with mine. Looks like it'll be the latter. As I said, it's nothing personal." The dragons charged again, flying at the cats from all directions at once. Even as the three cats, powered by chi, shot down and struck down many oncoming dragons, they couldn't fight back the entire flock, which consisted of around thirty. As the cats' chi fizzled out, just before they could be overwhelmed, a chi-amplified voice screamed from a few feet away. Cats and dragons alike turned to see Wingman hovering in the air nearby. "Got your attention?" Wingman inquired. "I thank you for your explanation, Dragon leader. If you only need to slay one of Paradox's 'pawns' in order to set back his plans, then I will serve as that sacrifice. Let the cats go free. They were led here by me, and are barely involved with whatever Paradox is planning." "Wingman, no--!" Myora called, but Drakonus had already silently agreed to the flygon's terms, and the dragon swarm around the cats dissipated, soaring toward the flygon at an arm motion from their leader. "I won't make it easy for you, though." Wingman breathed, daggers in both hands. He spun and weaved through the attacking dragons with chi-enhanced speed and power, felling one, two three, four, and almost a fifth before a dragon got a shot in at him with a fire chi blaster, and Wingman fell into a sand dune below, clutching his side. "NO!" Myora cried, climbing down from the rock. "WINGMA--!" "Stop!" Shift said, grabbing her shoulder and spinning her around. "Look!" With the dragons having given up on breaking through the hatch, and having all gone west to fight Wingman, the hatch was now opening, and a mole peered out with a desperate expression on his small face, motioning wildly for the cats to hurry in.
Drakonus swooped down toward the dune the flygon had fallen into, searching. This Wingman was right; there was no need to slay any more than one of Drakonus' creations on this day, even if they had all been poisoned by the mutagen they called chi.
Goodbye LMBs...
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Oh well, the first page of chapter 3 is finally done.