11-12-2009, 04:23 AM
“How many now?”
“Everyone except two: REM-13, and John Doe. They’re as good as dusted,” Audric answered.
Damon looked at the Combat Day timer counting down in the far corner of a stats monitor, waiting for it to reach 00:00. The seconds slowly ticked away, until finally none remained. The numbers flashed, and a beeping sound alerted them to the expiration. Without any prompting, Audric quickly punched in a few command lines, and with dramatic flourish, hit the ‘Enter’ key.
“Let the fun being,” he said.
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As the two slowly trekked to the borders of City Sector, intending on abandoning their current position in search of another, their collars started beeping without warning.
“Searching…searching…” a computerized, feminine voice spoke.
“Searching? Searching for what?” Ashe thought aloud.
“Signal located. Beginning combat protocol,” the voice answered.
“Combat? There’s…” Kaden began. His red eyes widened as realization suddenly dawned on him. “…nobody here but us,” he finished in horror.
“[I]Stasis field engaging,” the voice continued, oblivious to their plight.
A blue field of energy expanded from the collars and stretched out wide, farther and farther until they could no longer see it. After about five miles, the stasis field settled and planted firmly to a halt.
The two merely stared speechlessly at each other, at a complete loss. Sage’s words, unfortunately, had come true, and at the completely wrong time.
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A similar experience was happening all over the world of Dante. The largest cluster of warriors panicked as their collars began to beep. Once the signals properly aligned, each of them teleported away, split up for the fights. Tamsin looked around, unable to see her master anywhere. She was afraid for him, of the things they were going to have to do. He was alone, and she wouldn’t be able to protect him. He had told her that she had to be strong, that she had to be able to fight…and kill. It wasn’t Maleficus Nova she needed to worry about now…she needed to worry about herself. Somebody was coming for her, and she’d have to stand alone, if not for her own survival, but so she could see that her master was okay.
Tamsin looked around, waiting for the inevitable.
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Orion glanced about at the rocky terrain with his good eye, wondering if he’d been lucky enough to be on the trail of a good fight. As if to answer his prayers, and shut the damn god in his head up, his collar started beeping. At first, he was confused; he’d entered a bunker, so he should have been safe. Then, as it began to vocalize its procedure, Orion realized what was going on.
“It’s about damn time,” he whispered with a grin.
He could feel his body shift as he was teleported. A stasis field erupted from his collar, locking him in place. The cycloptic saiyan tensed, ready for whoever was going to come his way.
“Looks like you’re the lucky one this round,” somebody laughed.
Orion spun, facing the direction of the voice. A blond-haired man in designer sunglasses jumped down from a rocky ridge above, landing with the grace of a mountain lion. He straightened up, and flashed a grin of perfect white teeth.
“Or unlucky, depending on how you want to look at it. Unfortunately for you, I’m the best Eliminator there is,” he laughed. He tipped his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, letting his blue eyes peer from above the shades. “Name’s Hollywood.”
Without waiting for Orion’s reply, Hollywood dropped slowly into a fighting stance. “Let’s dance.”
“Everyone except two: REM-13, and John Doe. They’re as good as dusted,” Audric answered.
Damon looked at the Combat Day timer counting down in the far corner of a stats monitor, waiting for it to reach 00:00. The seconds slowly ticked away, until finally none remained. The numbers flashed, and a beeping sound alerted them to the expiration. Without any prompting, Audric quickly punched in a few command lines, and with dramatic flourish, hit the ‘Enter’ key.
“Let the fun being,” he said.
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Quote:CITY SECTOR
As the two slowly trekked to the borders of City Sector, intending on abandoning their current position in search of another, their collars started beeping without warning.
“Searching…searching…” a computerized, feminine voice spoke.
“Searching? Searching for what?” Ashe thought aloud.
“Signal located. Beginning combat protocol,” the voice answered.
“Combat? There’s…” Kaden began. His red eyes widened as realization suddenly dawned on him. “…nobody here but us,” he finished in horror.
“[I]Stasis field engaging,” the voice continued, oblivious to their plight.
A blue field of energy expanded from the collars and stretched out wide, farther and farther until they could no longer see it. After about five miles, the stasis field settled and planted firmly to a halt.
The two merely stared speechlessly at each other, at a complete loss. Sage’s words, unfortunately, had come true, and at the completely wrong time.
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Quote:FOREST SECTOR
A similar experience was happening all over the world of Dante. The largest cluster of warriors panicked as their collars began to beep. Once the signals properly aligned, each of them teleported away, split up for the fights. Tamsin looked around, unable to see her master anywhere. She was afraid for him, of the things they were going to have to do. He was alone, and she wouldn’t be able to protect him. He had told her that she had to be strong, that she had to be able to fight…and kill. It wasn’t Maleficus Nova she needed to worry about now…she needed to worry about herself. Somebody was coming for her, and she’d have to stand alone, if not for her own survival, but so she could see that her master was okay.
Tamsin looked around, waiting for the inevitable.
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Quote:MOUNTAIN SECTOR
Orion glanced about at the rocky terrain with his good eye, wondering if he’d been lucky enough to be on the trail of a good fight. As if to answer his prayers, and shut the damn god in his head up, his collar started beeping. At first, he was confused; he’d entered a bunker, so he should have been safe. Then, as it began to vocalize its procedure, Orion realized what was going on.
“It’s about damn time,” he whispered with a grin.
He could feel his body shift as he was teleported. A stasis field erupted from his collar, locking him in place. The cycloptic saiyan tensed, ready for whoever was going to come his way.
“Looks like you’re the lucky one this round,” somebody laughed.
Orion spun, facing the direction of the voice. A blond-haired man in designer sunglasses jumped down from a rocky ridge above, landing with the grace of a mountain lion. He straightened up, and flashed a grin of perfect white teeth.
“Or unlucky, depending on how you want to look at it. Unfortunately for you, I’m the best Eliminator there is,” he laughed. He tipped his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, letting his blue eyes peer from above the shades. “Name’s Hollywood.”
Without waiting for Orion’s reply, Hollywood dropped slowly into a fighting stance. “Let’s dance.”
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