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I've opened art commissions up, anyone who wants relatively cheap art PM me here or on Discord: LeeRoy#8459
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[quote=@Rilla] DID YOU JUST TRY AND CLOTHESLINE ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT [/quote]
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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"

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Two hours, two entire hours passed as Auan knelt to his waist in snow. His naked body blistered and beaten by the cold and buried now to his neck in freshly lain ice. His joints ached, his hands blistered and cracked, his entire body shivered and the striped skin of his body blended into a bright and painful red. The pain rocked him as he stood, totally toppling over into the packed snow and pushing it aside with the force of his fall.

His fingers grasped at loose snow and scraped through it like a hand through water. It took him several minutes to recover and finally stand up, shaky as he was, he wobbled and hobbled towards the entrance or The Unstoppable. His thunderous footfalls echoing as each laborious step brought him forward six or seven feet at a time.

A trail of water evaporating behind him as he entered the heated building, the native radiation increasing the ambient heat to a tolerable level and dissipating the water to a thin fog. A trail of gas followed behind his body, like a body stepping out from a hot shower into a cold room.

The discomfort of his self inflicted punishment slowly fading away with each step, he groaned as the cold tightened muscles loosened up in the sweltering hallway. His skin faded back to the porcelain white and slate gray stripes, the red dissipating into freckles before disappearing entirely.

He knelt down and picked his armor up as a single heap into his arms, carrying it to the nearby desk and setting it down carefully. The small cracks in his fingers closing shut as he pulled his hand away from the desk, bringing his palm to his helmet and pressing the base of it.

With a mechanical hiss it popped open and his hair flowed loose, drifting upwards in its nigh on weightlessness. The black strands of crystalline chains of carbon and silicon drifted in wild disarray as he lifted the helmet straight up and off. Taking a deep breath of the environmentally controlled antechamber.

Not even a day had passed, his angular face was still drawing thin lines of years down his cheeks. The gold irises of his eyes glistened through a screen of yet fallen tears, he looked across the antechamber and swept his gaze across the hundreds of faces and sealed chambers. Their content expressions gave him a subtle relief from his internal turmoil. So long as he was alive, they were safe.

His nudity was unobserved, these systems only allowed them to hear his thoughts as he directed them to them. Only the small voice caster let them interact with the world around them. They had no words, only silent mumbling of disquiet at the loss of their brothers and sisters. Discontent at their stasis in this time of crisis, where they still feel like they should be boots on the ground and actively seeking out solutions.

The proximity alarm raised, flashing all the way through the spectrum of light through Infrared to Ultraviolet in a rapid cycling of colors and noncolors. Auan jerked around, crossing the room in a heartbeat and snatched up his suit. In a flash he'd rearmored and sealed his suit to his body with a mechanical hiss.

Like a scene from a science fiction film, he reached into thin air and view screens came up around him. Omnidirectional viewports gave him a 720 degree view of the sky, in the distance several small aircraft were approaching at supersonic speed. Blistering through the air leaving behind frigid contrails of water vapor, they traced an impressive line through the air.

Earth must have gone through a few cycles, they were primitive but not unimpressive. Or perhaps his assumptions about the past have been incorrect.

As they blistered through the air, Auan opened up the vertical pathway and a powered lift rocketed him up to the top of the Unstoppable. In the suit, he breathed easy again, the frigid air leaving him untouched as it blew against his armored body. Flecks of snow caught in the crevices and joints, melting quickly to the residual warmth of the inside.

The jets screamed towards him and Auan blasted upwards with his plasma pulses, bright blue and purple strands of energy pushed him into the sky and he slammed bodily into the nearest jet. The difference in weight caused the jet to fall out of its clean bombing run, five of the other jets breaking away to get to a safe engagement distance as the seventh aileron rolled to get behind the falling jet.

Ballistics pinged off of his armor and punched holes into the fuselage of the hapless jet fighter he had mounted. The pilot, despite his fear, aimed his sidearm straight upwards to the goliath overhead, and opened fire. Small holes punched through the glass and ice cold air sucked into the cockpit, the tiny bullets ricocheted from him and harmlessly fell back to the ground.

Auan, in this time, struggled to keep his grip as he dug his armored fingers into the fuselage and finally caught himself a solid hold. The bullets thumping against him made a grating and annoying metallic sound, his face twisted and he frowned. These primitives were frustrating and tiresome, if this was their best method of self defense they would not survive very long.

The cockpit was ripped wholesale from the fuselage, thrown straight down to the ground near the Unstoppable. The parachute wearing pilot barely managing to escape in the moment. The remainder of the jet itself slammed into the face of the gigantic machine, but Auan was nowhere to be seen. The jets scrambled away, completely having lost sight of the bogey.

Figure eights of contrails began to paint the sky as they systematically searched for the skies for the gigantic gold bogey. The cloud of smoke suddenly broke apart and it emerged at subsonic speed, chased by a line of blistering hot plasma that exploded the air into pressure waves of differential heat changes. Auan held a gigantic electrified claymore over his head like an angel striking down from heaven upon the black stealth jets.

The first two were caught totally off guard, having flown to the pillar of jet fuel smoke. The jets were bisected completely at the point of connection of the cockpit, the engines dropped in arcs into the wall of the megastructure, exploding in the same way and the cockpits blew apart and the pilots dropped to the ground safely with their chutes deploying before they hit the ground.

Auan slammed to side of the building and clung with one hand and propping himself up with one foot and letting the giant claymore dangle in his free hand. His entire torso hung away from the wall and his eyes tracked the jets as they fled into the distance to regroup and rethink their strategy. Hopefully they would have the illusion that there were many bogeys and the obliteration was because of the confusion. Three jets had fallen and their pilots were fleeing on foot, attempting to follow the trails in the sky.

Auan dissipated the blade into nothingness and released his grip on the wall, dropping down to the ground in an explosive impact. Snow hills were blasted away from the point of impact and the slowest of the runners was buried in snow. The others drew their firearms and unloaded, one only managed a few rounds before his gun ran out. The other unloaded a full eighteen shots, standing his ground as the golden goliath pulled the buried man from the mound.

It was amusing how persistent he struggled against the hand almost the size of his entire upper body. The fingers interlaced under his arms and over his shoulder but he still attempted to stab between the plates in the armor, even though the painful twinge of his arm suddenly stopping ran through him with every attempt. Auan gave him a quick impersonal shake and the man dropped his knife in the moment, groaning in discomfort as his head began to spin.

The other two fell backwards, panic finally outstripping their training and survival instincts. Feet of snow that had slowed their every step and forced them to trudge was pushed aside effortlessly by this gold clad behemoth of a man. He threw the man gently to his comrades and stood there. Looming and menacing as a grotesque but statuesque figure of human figure but demonic presence and angellic visage. Its gold body shined in the perpetual daylight gleam of the north pole.

"What do you want from us!?"
"Oh god, oh god please no."
"Leave me alone!"

They spoke his language, this seemed to make no sense from a logistical point of view. Somewhere along the line a universal language must have been established, evidently the root of this language was this very same one. They used some words that were unfamiliar to him in their pronunciation, but his mind pieced it together. "I offer you sanctuary. Please, listen." He materialized three small machines, each visually similar to a gas mask without the goggles. "The air within is unsafe, and the radiation inhospitable for you. These will let you enter unharmed."

The three cautiously reached out and grabbed the masks, pulling them onto their faces and taking slow breaths through the limited system. The masks extended an energetic barrier around them as soon as they had sealed to their faces, they panicked for a moment but relaxed when no harm had come to them.

Auan spoke as gently as he could, despite his loud and predatory growl of a voice."Come, let us speak within." The goliath turned around and beat a smooth path through the snow towards the entrance of the building, it would become evident to the survivors that Auan had systematically crashed them as close to the entrance as possible.

The three looked at eachother before following him inside.
From the expansive icy tundra of the dead planet projected a mountainous structure, shaped like a finger thrust accusingly towards the infinite stars in the heavens. Trillions of tons of metal, a symbol of ultimate resistance in the face of overwhelming opposition. The Unstoppable, the salvation of the Supersols, the abandoned men and women of Earth. Millions of years of war had amounted to nothing in the face of the Supersols, when Humanity abandoned its Earthly cradle to the doomed orbit of a white dwarf. Placed here like the prisoners of a penal colony, the uncounted heroes of millions of wars in conquest of the stars were abandoned. Doomed on a dying world to fight among themselves and simply fade away into the obscurity of the infinity of time.

The Supersols, however, united under the banner of Full Stop Auan. The only escape from the inevitable was to change the totality of history, from the nucleating point of Man's obsession with Gods in human form. When it had become possible for man to create God in his own image they had doomed those very same heroes to a fate worse than death.

Auan dedicated ten thousand years of his life to the exact calculations of time travel, the logistics of keeping his people alive through the process, and making the world habitable for them. At the same time, conquering every corner of the Dead-Earth, utilizing every usable mineral to save his people. Any who stood against him, lost to their ennui or simply incapable of cooperating, he was forced to destroy. Those who united under his guiding force began to see him as a Saint, he wasn't simply the last Supersoldier made by Humanity, he was the savior of the Supersoldiers.

Every advancement that had made him superior to his predecessors was worthless in the face of his tenacity and fanatical obsession with success. The remaining years of his plan were dedicated to gathering every material resource from the Deadlands and the remaining planets of the Cradle System.

Finally, it had all come to a conclusion. Every second of his life spent on this project, and the final stages were in motion.

They had constructed two machines, The Unstoppable and The Immovable.

The Immovable was an absolutely massive Space Station, the size of a small moon in and of itself. It was a weapons platform, outfitted with every form of weapon from conventional ballistic to metaphysical. It was the ultimate shield disguised as the ultimate weapon, it could singlehandedly protect an entire planet by extending to its framework and wrapping around it like the fingers of a clenched fist. Such was its purpose, it allowed the Supersols of The Deadlands to protect their planet from all directions. Every direction could be fired upon with unending fury. As well, it gathered the scarce solar energy emitted from the White Dwarf and condensed it into energy packets that were channeled down to The Unstoppable.

The Unstoppable was much smaller, constructed of trillions of tons of machinery. Fueled by the condensed energy packets of the Immovable and every form of energy generation. Wind traps, hydroelectricity, nuclear fission and fusion, hydrocarbon fuels and even the scarce geothermal energy of the Deadlands. There could be no mistake, the calculations were precise to a single electron. The Unstoppable was a machine designed to violate Planck Measurements, tearing a hole in the fabric of reality to cast them backwards across time by pulling them out of the natural flow of time. In no small terms, it can barely be explained in their time, let alone in ours.

The Final battle of the Deadlands would also be the beginning of Auan's newest hardships.

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Official Calendar Date Reformatted, New Date: Unstoppable Era, Year 1/UE-1
Location: Former North Pole, Deadlands


The stars were invisible behind the omnidirectional bombardment of the Unified Human Arms Platforms, trillions of guns locked onto the Immovable and blasted from all directions. Processes of science so complex that the very notion of explaining them is absurd under twentieth century logic were used as weapons. The very fabric of space condensed into material projectiles fired towards the omnidirectional defensive platform, the shifting plates of advanced supermaterials comprised of hyperdense matter intercepted the barrage. Every plate glistened with flickering unnatural energies as distorted reality itself was blasted at them, their shallow protection affording the planet below them the time necessary for their ultimate plan to unfold.

Trillions of outward facing batteries, millions per plate, fired outwards. Rays of refined atomic energy, nuclear missiles, ballistic weapons comprised of several tons of hyperdense metals, condensed reality bombs, and many others. Explosions the size of planets rocked the universe as conventional projectiles intercepted distorted reality bullets, incalculable volumes of radiation were released in massive fountains of desolation as rays of atomic energy erased thousands of UHAPs at a time. For the first time in a million years, the Deadlands surface was unblasted by cosmic radiation. Completely protected by the stalwart bulwark of the Immovable from the blasting radiation of the universe, as well as the incomprehensible weapons of transcendent Humanity.

On the surface of the Deadlands, Auan sat with his head in his hands. Watching as the one thousand seven hundred and twelve selected Supersols entombed themselves in stasis machines. Though he knew Humanity would come after him when the principles of time travel were manipulated, even on the small scale, he was hoping they would give him more time to save more of his people. So few would be able to return with him, and none of those who had been selected could survive for more than a day outside of stasis. They had been chosen not because they were as strong as Auan, or even as efficient. They were chosen because they could reproduce with modified humans, the one thousand seven hundred and twelve of them had been the ultimate goal. The other Supersols had knew they might be left behind, their inability to reproduce with modified humans was a damning trait.

But the guilt was unbearable. Even his mask could not hide the deep sorrow and unabashed guilt at leaving behind so many of his people. The gigantic man, clad in angelic golden armor, wept like a babe pulled from its mother's arms. There was no holding in, he fell to his knees clutching at his head and sobbing. Even this success was a bitter victory, millions of Supersols abandoned to a time that would no longer exist. Over the cacophonous machine noises his bitter crying could be heard echoing through the entire structure, vibrating the sensitive instruments and miles of piping. The Supersols on the Immovable, keyed into the transmission frequency of the Unstoppable, wept as well. Even as they wholesale slaughtered the enemies of their goal, they cried. Not for fear of death, not for fear of nonexistence, but sympathetic weeping.

Their Hero, their Savior, their Saint and their Champion wept, and so too did they.

His sorrow was theirs.

He pushed himself to his feet, tears streaming his face, and moved to the controls. A button was depressed and he spoke through his choking sobs. "Forgive me. I beg of you in the next life, forgive me and watch over me." His deep grumbling voice met their ears one and all, a universal sorrow felt across the entirety of the Supersols. Auan lifted his finger from the transmitter.

With the button released, he reached over and pulled a lever. An incalculable volume of energy was released in all directions, outwards and inwards. Reality tore apart and they were blasted back through time, the future of their world lost into the meaningless obscurity of distant future.

With an absolutely massive emission of energy straight upwards into space, blasting from the point of entry all the way to the Andromeda galaxy, they arrived on Earth in the absurd past. The North Pole was still a frozen wasteland, but the sky was blue and the sun was brightly shining upon the surface.

He had arrived, and in his sorrow he removed his armor from his body. Casting hundreds of pounds of incomprehensibly advanced materials to the floor in a heap, leaving his helmet on to conceal his face from the world. He absentmindedly pressed the button that would activate the geothermal power connection, the more lively molten core of the past would serve as a good sustainable fuel source.

The giant structure was exited by a long hallway, a pitch black tunnel to a door lined by dim red lights. His colossal form passed the hallway in moments and he pressed his bare hand against the touch pad, the outline of his fingers glowing for a moment and the door opened wide. Icy wind blasted down the hallway, his skin crawled in agony as the shocking temperature shift played across his body. The thin atmosphere, the bright lights, the lack of dense gasses in the air. Everything about this world was terrible to his natural environmental senses, in his suit he could deal with it but Auan willingly threw himself to the environment.

In his eyes, his failure was immeasurable.

Incalculable failure in the face of massive adversity and an adversary so powerful that the mistakes couldn't even be seen as his own. But millions of lives had depended on him for salvation, a few hundred wasn't a success.

Auan stepped into the wind blasted wasteland, collapsing to his knees and placing his hands on his upper thighs. Like a statue he sat there, self flagellating himself with the deadly cold.

Justice was all he could give them.
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@Gattsu
This an open challenge or what?
bokunoheroacademia.wikia.com/wiki/Cat…

This guy showed up in the show already, and his class was mentioned. I would highly recommend familiarizing yourself with a setting.
@ERode
Definitely should have mentioned that. I was asking for the discord so I could more easily discuss the character creation process. I had no intent to start writing it until there was an easier way for me to communicate it in a proper, easily accessible and searchable channel.
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