Sorry about my lack of appearances. At this point Im taking a much needed hiatus from here after 5 long years. Not sure when I'll be back, but it won't be for awhile... sorry about that... : (
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Revenge of the 5th has always been a thing tho...
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Do not forget about the GOD DAMN bacon.
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Once upon a time, I used to cheer for May the 4th... now I cry with disappointment. *Except Clone Wars S7 and the Mandalorian - they are awesome*
Alright, Kylo Ren's little intro arc is over. From his stormtroopers having a skirmish with Skulduggery and Valkyrie, to Ren's arrival and battle at the tower, to his duel with the King of the Monsters, Ren is probably having enough of being in a snowy forest.
Where should he go next and who should he encounter next? Who wants to volunteer?
I might also remind you all that he stole a token off Eltariel that he defeated, so he's definitely going to bring some more firepower with an army to boot and perhaps another canon character to assist him.
FN-768 shook his head in disbelief before shouting back at the Supreme Leader.
"You're going to face that thing ALONE?" he asked as if his leader was insane.
"I've faced larger monsters before," Ren claimed confidently without looking at the stormtroopers behind him, "Nothing's unbreakable."
The baffled trooper tried to wrap his head around that bold claim as he and the others hastily retreated back to the ship. However what he didn't realize was how much truthful merit was behind it. There was one monster that Ren took great pride in having slain, one that his grandfather had failed to do prior on the planet belonging to the huge Benathy race. He took down what they claimed to be their god - a massive Zillo Beast.
What he faced wasn't just an oversized rancor, nor a Krayt Dragon, or even a Greater Kryat Dragon. No. Having stood at nearly 100 meters tall, it was one of the largest terrestrial fauna in the galaxy. One of its species had infamously been taken by the Old Republic back on Coruscant after being accidentally unearthed from the planet Malastare during the first few months of the Clone Wars. They foolishly believed that they could contain it and experiment on it for their own evils. There it escaped from confinement and rampaged through the capital city before being taken down by a powerful toxin. Not even a lightsaber could cut through its absurdly thick plated armor...
Ren only succeeded to kill it by willingly jumping into the monster's mouth and slicing through his gargantuan guts from the inside. His victory had helped him to conquer the Benathy race and have them swear allegiance to him. Comparing that feat towards the creature that faced him now, it didn't seem like much of a challenge. This beast was fairly large enough for Ren to be capable in repeating a similar feat if he was ultimately forced to. Yet, like the Zillo Beast, it also seemed just too large for him to manipulate with the force...
Or was it?
Using the force, the Supreme Leader first attempted to trick the beast into submitting to his will - a test to see how sentient this creature really is.
"You... will... SUBMIT...." Ren struggled as he used all of his available concentration to try and pull it off.
The titan would pause for a moment, his gaze still fixated on the tiny man in front of him. For a second, it would seem that it could work, before the monster roared defiantly and proceeded to charge at him. For such a lumbering beast, it certainly had a surprising amount of speed to boot. That definitely didn't work. The masked warrior immediately dropped the act and jumped out of the way as it attempted to bite him. Ren leapt onto the beast's spiny back and attempted to plunge his saber into its back.
Only for it to be effortlessly reflected off, just like the plates of the Zillo Beast.
In a violent fit of rage, he attempted to jam his saber into the hide with repeated effort only for each attempt to fail like the last. The titan began to shake violently to try and shake this intrusive figure off him, with Ren being barely able to hold on. He grasped onto one of its osteoderms as he tried to figure out if there was some kind of weak spot for him to hit. That's when he began to notice the exposed fleshy scars that the creature must've gained from his previous battles. Surely they wouldn't be able to deflect his saber would they? The closest scar to him was one on the beast's right side, located near the base of its neck. If he could just leap onto it without falling off.
Then the monster issued another guttural growl as he willingly began falling on its side - the same side that Ren happened to be on. He was forced to leap off as a force of the impact kicked up a large amount of snow and dirt into the air. The dark warrior leapt back onto his feet, his vision already obscured by the debris cloud that lingered in the cold air. And from the cloud, he failed to pick up the sudden approach of a massive tail slamming into his body.
"UMF~!"
The force of the tail was strong enough to lift him off the ground and toss him into a tree, breaking it upon impact. Ren fell back onto the snow-ridden ground with a pained grunt. He could see the monster's head rear out from the fog and glare directly at him with a purposeful grimace. There was definitely no chance that he could engage this monster head on. Even regarding the creature's exposed scars, he had a feeling that he'd have a hard time getting to them and that they wouldn't do much but to enrage him in the long run. At this point, Ren would be left with no other choice but to initiate the same technique he used to defeat the Zillo Beast.
Picking himself up, the dark warrior already began planning his next move as he began leaping from one tree to another in an attempt to have the high ground. The beast watched Ren with a scowl as his tail slowly swished from side to side, almost as if he was studying him...
Almost as if he had an idea of what he was going to do...
Another growl emerged from his throat as the dark warrior finally got into position. The beast roared again as Ren quickly calculated his trajectory and leapt off the top of the tree. He soared through the air as his lightsaber ignited once again, ready to plunge deep into its gaping maw and straight into the belly of the beast.
But the Supreme Leader would quickly recognize one fatal miscalculation in his plan. For just as he left the tree, he would hear a faint ominous hum, followed by an unusual blue light coming from the monster's tail. Then, one by one, the spines on its tail began to ignite with the humming noise getting louder and louder as the lights continued to rapidly raise up its tail and back. The creature's eyes began to glow that furious blue while his jaws continued to get wider as the light began to illuminate its entire throat. Ren's own eyes widened in fear in sudden realization of what was going to happen next. He only had a split moment to react before calling upon the force one more time. He quickly redirected his decent away from the beast's pulsating mouth...
At just at the nick of time.
He felt a sudden burst of heat raze off his right size as the titan unleashed a powerful beam of blue fire into the sky. This beam of violent plasma energy illuminated the entire sky to the point where it could be seen for miles on end, whether in the form of the beam itself or just the mesmerizing blue glow in the distance. Had Ren been just a second too late and he would've found himself be completely incinerated by the blaze. He slams into the ground hard before skidding to a stop, being nearly buried in the snow itself.
As the beast's breath ceased, it took a moment to regain its composure. It then proceeded to look around for his opponent, before finding him struggling to get onto his feet. A now fatigued Kylo Ren breathed heavily through his mask as he glowered at his titanic foe. He had clearly underestimated his foe, for he had never encountered any living creature that could produce that kind of power. Now that it had gained the advantage of the situation, it was a good time for the Supreme Leader to take his leave. Another surge of rage began to influence his tired body, to give him additional strength to continue to fight, but he had expended his energy too fast; too quickly. He needs to recover his strength and regroup with his forces.
Saying nothing else, he then hastily made it for the trees, leaving the scene to regroup with his troopers and therefore leaving the kaiju to claim the tower for his own. It seemed to smile at his own accomplishments with a snort before proceeding to give a victory bellow that would shake the entire forest to its core.
With his dominance secured, the great beast could finally rest as he began to properly observe his surroundings. The tower situated at the middle of the clearing still stands, completely untouched by his fight with the masked warrior. In fact, it almost didn't seem to notice that it was there until now, now that his mind was not fixated on the threat at hand. But then it caught the whiff of another scent. Smelling the air, it would lead his nose to another fallen body in the snow... one revealing that of a pale woman. She was already far more at risk at getting crushed or harmed by the creature compared to her tower. Was she harmed by the man it just faced prior to getting here?
The great beast slowly proceeded to bend its head down to get a proper look at the woman, while gently sniffing her... Who was she?
Despite his efforts, Dante proved to be just a little too quick for the Slayer to catch. The armored warrior skidded across the cracked ground before swiftly getting up and pointing his shotgun at his opponent's face. Yet the half-demon too had his pistols pointed straight at him in a standoff, while attempting to ease the situation with what little charm he had left. The Slayer had to admit that his opponent - whilst not nearly the most powerful opponent he had face - was pretty damn swift and sturdy. That compressed with his human-based made him rather unique, even if he's simply a half-demon. His regenerative powers were fairly impressive, but at the end of the day he could feel each bolt that penetrated through him.
He could feel pain.
And if he could feel pain, he could sure as hell be killed.
With only a few weapons at his disposal, the Slayer didn't have his full arsenal of weaponry to challenge his half-demonic foe. But in truth, he probably wouldn't need them. He needed to focus; to concentrate his brutal rage upon this new entity. But just as he was about to pull a trigger and continue the fight, he would hear something open just a few meters away. The Slayer paused as slowly turned his head, where he could see a large portal having opened up in an alley. It was a swirling mass of crimson rage, one which spiraled in rapid succession as energy violently emanated off it. And in the middle of it all, was an image of what laid on the other side.
It was a twisted, mangled mess of a spiraling world, one that seemed to comprise the content of two separate realm; in this case two different Hells. Indeed, this was a Hell portal, but nothing like the traditional rifts through the warp that the Slayer was familiar with. From it, the Slayer would recognize bits and portions of his Hell - such as sharp bony pillared structures belonging to Kadingir Sanctum or the giant bones of the long dead demon known as "The Titan" from Titan's Realm. And intermingling with his reality, would be locations of the Demon World that Dante would recall from many of his past adventures - from large fleshy interiors and endless lakes of blood to more complex interiors filled with mirrors, chest boards, hourglasses, and white voids.
For a moment, the Slayer considered to jump into this portal as a way for him to prematurely escape the Crossroads. But then, having bolted just straight out from the portal in a savage prance, came a very familiar face; being one the Slayer was all too well acquainted with. It was the unmistakable figure of an imp - small, human-sized demons that serve as Hell's common-grade warriors on the frontlines. It screeched savagely as it attempted to pounce upon the armored warrior, only to get hit with a single blast of the Slayer's shotgun at point blank range. It hit the ground with a hard thud, reeling in agony as it looked up to see the Doom Slayer looming over him. It was then when the imp seemed to remember who he attempted to attack, an act of bravery that soon ended in a pathetic act of cowardliness.
It made the Hell Walker sick just looking at it.
As the imp tried to crawl away, the last thing it would see was an armored boot rapidly approaching its soft meaty skull. Then it utterly squashed his head in a gory explosion; its insignificant life having came to a swift and bloody end. How it pleased the Doom Slayer to have such demon filth recognizing their place in the nature order and how he took great pleasure in seeing it reel back in utter terror before ending its worthless existence.
And now, the Doom Slayer's blood lust has risen once more. He now wanted more sacrifices; more demons to rip and tear.
The Slayer looked back towards the portal, silently yet eagerly awaiting the arrival of the imminent demonic invasion to commence.
And indeed, how many more did come.
More imps rushed through the portal, stopping short to screech and moan at their revered nemesis and ogle curiously at the other who stood beside him. But imps wouldn't be the only ones to rear their fleshy gremlin-esque heads. Reanimated humanoid corpses, having been melded into their armor and weaponry as possessed soldiers quickly emerged from the portal as well, with a number of larger, brute-like Hell Knights prepping their charge into the battle.
The Slayer would also notice a number of other demonic entities that he did not recognize, which would perhaps be more familiar-looking to Dante. The two battle-hardened warriors were now pressed up against a battle against two different Hells, each one sporting their own unique units and abilities to the table.
Perhaps recognizing his previous opponent's reaction to his familiar demons, the Doom Slayer would turn his head to look at Dante. While he said nothing in the terms of their situation, it was more then clear that he was willing to set aside his differences with the half-demon so as long as his hatred for Hell was synonymous with his. He gave only an affirming nod to confirm their "truce" before putting away his combat shotgun to reveal a larger yet classical Super Shotgun. Once reloading his trusty double-barreled shotgun, the Doom Slayer was now more than ready for battle as he proceeded to rush into the horde.
Eltariel’s eyes went wide as she felt herself suddenly stop. So close to severing this armored one’s neck. What happened? She was flung through the air with an indignant look on her face. The primitive landed in a graceful three point landing, rotating in the air and dispersing the weight of the impact on the snowy ground without issue.
She hated being out in the open like this. This man could track her ruthlessly. Without stealth, her biggest advantage was gone. Normally this was when she would retreat and come back to fight another day, but there was nowhere to run. Eltariel was never on the defensive, only ever on the attack. An infiltrator and assassin, never guardian. The Uruks rudimentary weapons couldn’t bring down her Silver Towers, and they weren’t even aware of their purpose. But were these advanced beings to claim her Tower for themselves, she would be doomed. If they destroyed the four foot tall artifact on the roof of this tower, the New Ring would not be able to resurrect her.
The invaders seemed to have stopped their assault. Eltariel however, did not respond to Kylo’s question. While she could avoid a reasonable amount of fire just by being hard to hit, if the white one’s ranged weapons hit nearly as hard or fast as the black one’s sword, she would be shredded.
She had five arrows left, and some of her focusing power had returned to her. Eltariel, with supernatural agility, dove backwards and rushed back into the treeline, finding a heavy boulder to crouch down behind. It was nothing more than cover against their ranged fire. As long as they were within her line of sight she could instantly close the gap.
If a truce was possible, she would much rather have that. But Eltariel was much less willing to negotiate for such a thing than one might imagine.
”I live here, you stuffy-tongued oaf. Leave this place at once, while you still have your lives.” She spoke with an accent that was similar to Rey’s, one unknown by either of them to be called in some places a British accent. Though there was a sophistication and spitefulness in her voice towards those who levelled their guns at her.
Indeed, did the girl’s voice seem to resemble the very scavenger girl Ren sought back in his world. It had the same fiery spirit she had as well. However, he knew fully well that she was someone else, especially with the skills she brought to the table. She had magical powers that vaguely were akin to the force, but not quite. And her arsenal didn’t reveal a lightsaber either, just regular metal blades and supposedly a bow and a few arrows. Plus, if it was her she would be quite familiar with him already.
She would’ve known of the Supreme Leader’s true name… the one before he called himself Kylo Ren. He would find himself flashbacking to several various events in rapid succession; from their introduction on Takodana, to their duel on Starkiller Base, and even as recent as their battle onboard the Supremacy. He could hear the various derogatories being thrown at him, as well as the pleads to head back to the light. All of this would’ve happened within seconds before Ren returned to the premise at hand.
He then proceeded to take another few steps forward, but he didn’t sheath his own lightsaber quite yet. "Do you really?" the Supreme Leader asked in a calm and assured manner, before taking a quick glance back at the tower, "The tower may be yours yes, but the land that you walk upon is not. Quite frankly, none of us are supposed to be here in the first place."
The elf wobbled her head in disdain. No doubt this one was some kind of warlord. They all carried the same stench of tyranny. ”Obviously. It’s fortunate that we speak the same language. Still… go away. This Tower is mine to protect. If you want to keep your tokens, and your life, you’ll leave.” Eltariel threatened, staying hidden behind the boulder. This was bad. She was outnumbered, and potentially even overpowered by the red sabered warrior. More importantly, the environment she was summoned in was terrible. There was a clearing around her Tower. Perhaps if she could have engaged them in the woods it would be a different story, but right now they had the advantage. Her only move would be to target the caped one and try to disable him before he could toss her away again. But for now, she waited for a reply.
Unfortunately for Eltariel, the Supreme Leader was not nearly as intimidated by her words as she may have thought, especially for someone who had just unknowingly been catapulted away by the force, and killed one of his men. It was not really a good look for her either. And considering all this, Ren was not going to leave just yet. He looked back at his men for further confirmation.
"Troopers." he boomed as he looked at FN-602 and FN-149, "What is your officer’s status?"
602 was about to go check, before 149 stopped him. The latter then revealed the Officer’s loose orange pauldron to Ren.
”He’s gone sir.” he reported, abit with less emotion than one would’ve expected.
The other troopers were silent at this revelation, as several found themselves looking at the ground in silent mourning. That settled it then.
"Grab his items," the masked warrior ordered as 149 proceeded to collect what was left from the officer.
The Supreme Leader then looked to Eltariel’s position once more.
"Considering you killed one of my troopers," he replied to her initial statement with a hint of anger in his voice, "I’m afraid that I won’t leave the premises until I get something of equal payment. I would normally kill you, but considering your refusal to show yourself, perhaps your Tower will harbor something of use instead."
The Supreme Leader would then use the force to create a spiral staircase up to the top of the tower out of snow and dirt. Looking back, he would cock his head to have two of his men to check the crow’s nest.
"Search it." he ordered as FN-453 and FN-602 would be the two to investigate.
As they did so, Ren began to issue a warning towards the girl.
"If your tower contains something useful to us," the masked warrior explained, "We will leave you and everything else unharmed. If you attempt to kill anymore of my men as they search the premises, then you will die. And if there’s nothing useful for us in the tower… then you will also die."
Eltariel narrowed her eyes. So be it. She would just have to fight. Ending a life had been action she had committed so many times it had lost all meaning and impact on her. Add one more lackey to the pile. She did not respond to Kylo, talking was getting her nowhere.
It became apparent to her that the leading man had some kind of telekinesis, a rare gift on Middle Earth. He bent the earth itself to his will and created a staircase. Eltariel would wait until 453 and 602 were about halfway up the fifty foot tower, by a series of small handholds she could use. All Silver Towers were identical, she knew the placement of every nook and cranny on it’s nearly smooth surface.
Then, she reappeared from behind her boulder, and Kylo would see that she did indeed have a spectral bow that matched her incorporeal arrows. He attempted to get the first move on her as he rose his lightsaber, but then she quickly vanished, with only the sound of wind filling the space she had left behind, as well as a barely perceptible flash of light.
Unaware of the events that had been transpiring, FN-453 and FN-602 began to quickly jog up the newly erected staircase. While the former was relatively confident about the situation, 602 felt a dark wave of despair flow through him, as if he believed something terrible was about to happen. He was about to say something before Eltariel reappeared halfway up the Tower, standing on top of Kylo’s dirt staircase.
”Watch out!” 453 shouted as she drew her blaster and began shooting at her opponent.
Unfortunately, for being the closest person towards her, she would find herself to get hit first.
”Gah!” the female trooper groaned as a blade would slice through her armor and into her lower side, slamming her up against the brick wall of the Tower.
”No!” 602 paused in terror as he stared at the event taking place.
Eltariel reversed the grip on the blade lodged inside the trooper and span around her side to come face to face with 602. Yanking the curved blade free would cause a spatter of blood and a little pull to convince 453 to fall off several meters into the snowy ground below. Still pointing his blaster, 602 made the grave mistake in hesitating to fire out of pure intimidation. By the time, he did try to fire however, it would be too late. Bringing her hand to bear, Eltariel fired a small bright orb of light at 602, hitting him with the force of a well aimed kick to the chest.
”Aiee!” the trooper yelped as he collided with the wall. And as soon as he did, he started hearing an obnoxious ringing surging through his ears while being blinded by an extremely bright light. Screaming in utter pain, he found himself against the tower wall as he tried to regain his senses with everything he had within him. He could even feel his skin as if it was gradually getting hotter and hotter. For a brief moment, he truly believed as if he was going to die, being cooked alive, while experiencing the sensory depredation of being both blind and deaf.
It would truly be a terrible and pathetic way for him to die now.
Now the elven woman was going straight for his throat, as if she was about to spare the poor trooper of his suffering. Perhaps his death would be a blessing in disguise. Yet fortunately, or unfortunately for him, the blade would stop just inches from his throat. Once again Eltariel would be robbed from causing another death as she would find herself stuck in place and unable to move. The staircase below her began to dissipate, with 602 falling back down towards the ground. Only the girl would find herself still suspended in mid-air.
But this time, she would feel as if someone was choking her. ”Auck…” Eltariel grimaced, gritting her teeth and watching as the trooper fell to the ground. Frozen. She dropped her dagg and tried to reach out for the Tower.
From the ground, Kylo Ren’s anger began to surge as he turned the girl to face him. His arm was reaching towards his target, yet his fingers was not splayed out like before. They were curving into his hand, as if he was about to grip onto something. In reality, he was using the force to choke Eltariel for her failure to comply. He didn’t truly know as to why she was defending her tower this audaciously. What was it that she was hiding that allowed her to risk her own life to protect? Was it a precious artifact? A weapon? Perhaps her stache of tokens if she left them up there? Whatever was the case, it would all culminate in her undoing.
"How bold," the dark warrior malevolently mocked towards the helpless elf, "You’ve had a chance in being spared, had you only allowed us to inspect your tower."
Slowly Ren began to reel Eltariel in using the force, with his grip tightening for every inch he gained. Eltariel gasped, bring her hands to her throat by habit, trying to pry off the invisible force that constricted her breathing. For the first time in a long, long time, Eltariel felt fear. Her eyes were wide and her mouth opened and closed like a fish on a dry dock, her hands and fingers forming desperate claws at her neck. This shouldn’t happen. Eltariel wasn’t supposed to die here. They would destroy her Tower. ”Gggck…!”l Eltariel squeaked. She was going to die, and she wouldn’t even die on her homeland. Her afterlife would be stolen away from her, her soul disconnected from Galadriel. All these years...all these years! All of her suffering! It meant nothing! The Uruks would destroy everyone and everything she cared about and she wouldn’t even get to see it burn! Tears sprung to the Elven warrior’s eyes. For much deeper and far reaching reasons than just a dying woman fearing for her life. She would die unredeemed, her mistake on Middle Earth dooming all of the good people. It was all her fault.
"Yet you chose once more to defy the First Order," he continued, his voice becoming sharper in tone, "Whatever is in there surely meant something far more to you than your own life. And if that’s the case..."
Suddenly, he rapidly proceeded to pull his victim in, causing her to lurch forward due to the sudden acceleration. And the next thing she’d know, she found herself impaled by her aggressor’s plasma saber as a sickening screech emerged from her stomach region. ”Augchk!” The woman wordlessly articulated the sensation of her innards being cauterized.
Ren would jam his saber in one more time before he gently caressed the elf’s neck.
Eltariel’s eyes widened to two saucers, her mouth a gaping hole. ”Aah..” He then lowered his helmeted head and whispered in her ear: The elf placed a trembling hand against his helmet.
"Allow me to aleve you of that burden."
With that said, Ren would swiftly lower his blade and sheath it, allowing the fallen elven warrior to fall to the ground. With a quiet, breathy release of air her hand dragged down the man’s helm and cloak and she flopped limply onto the snowy dirt, staring at Kylo Ren’s boots. The fear had left her face, and she merely began to twitch and writhe. The agony was unbearable, her abdomen and back were splintered open with two cavernous black holes. Trying to muster the energy to stand only resulted in a hand digging at the dirt in a futile attempt to cling to life.
”Lothlórien will burn...” Eltariel admitted quietly to herself with something between a hollow inhalation and a sob.
As his opponent laid helplessly beneath his feet, Ren shed not a single tear regarding her demise as he looked down at her cold, near-death corpse. The only sort of compassionate emotion he gave was merely a shed of pity. Afterall, he gave her a chance to live and she ignored it. And for her defiance, she paid the price for her futile efforts. Otherwise, she was nothing but an obstacle, as simply someone who got in the way of his goals.
Then, at the corner of his eye, he noticed a shiny object that laid in the snow. Bending down, Ren picked up what he soon recognized as a token. He said not a word, only smirking to himself underneath his faceless helmet before putting it in his pocket. Still standing over the elven woman, he called out towards FN-149 who was tending to FN-453.
"Status report." he ordered towards the standing trooper.
He looked up as the injured female trooper tried to cover her wounded side. ”FN-453 has been injured. The enemy managed to stab through the armor protecting her abdomen. It’s a deep but clean cut; nothing that a bacta shot can’t fix.”
149 then proceeded to inject a bacta shot into the wound, causing 453 to groan in pain before her breathing slowly began to stabilize. Ren would then move his glance slightly to the left to see a fallen FN-602 whimpering by the base of the tower. The trooper’s senses were still fairly compromised, although he could feel the ringing and the blindness slowly going away, but he was still in shock.
"And FN-602?" he asked curiously.
149 would proceed to inspect the smaller trooper’s form, giving various signals as to confirm his consciousness. He gently shook him, already getting a light groan in response. He then proceeded to lift 4 of his fingers up to him.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked 602.
The fallen trooper then weakly rose the correct amount of fingers. ”I’m… I’m fine… Stop giving me math problems.“
149 nodded before turning back to the Supreme Leader. ”Conscious sir. A little dazed but he’ll walk it off.“
"Bring them away from the tower." Ren ordered as 149 and 768, respectively, carried the two troopers towards the edge of the clearing and sat them against a large boulder. He then proceeded to crouch over Eltariel, staring her directly at her red, swollen-looking face.
"You’re still alive..." he mentioned casually before pausing to give one good glance at her tower, "No matter. I don’t care for taking whatever is in there anymore."
He then cocked his head back to glare straight into the elf’s pale blue eyes. She returned the gaze, searching the dark visor for something. Anything.
"Nor do I care what happens to it." he would coldly finish as he stood to face his mean. "Troopers." he called, gathering their attention as he pointed towards the structure, "Plant some charges on the tower base. I want to see that petty eyesore topple to the ground."
Eltariel gasped, both from pain and from shock as she tried to muster up the strength to speak."No!...No...don’t do it, please.” She reached a hand out towards him.
Ren paused just as he was about to step forward as he looked to see his victim’s mortified face.
”...M-more lives than mine are at stake. If..y-you destroy that T-tower…” She rasped, her face having turned a ghastly shade of white. ”M-millions will die. Please.” She begged, before coughing and taking in her shallowest breath yet.
The dark warrior paused, but only for a moment. He had absolutely no clue as to what she meant by millions dying. Was it of her own people? Was it regarding the people here? No… that couldn’t be. For a tower of that size, with little defenses to protect it outside of a smooth wall and a mere girl, he couldn’t help but to believe that she was deeply exaggerating the situation. And even if what she said was true, then she did a terrible job in preventing it. He jerked his boot away from Eltariel’s grasp, as he stared deep into her fragile face one last time before leaving her to die.
Eltariel tried to crawl but groaned as the pain in her abdomen shut down any movement. ”Pl-please! It m-means more than you know! They did nothing wrong!” Eltariel was pleading for the lives of those of Middle-Earth. Without her, Sauron’s forces would organize and march on Gondor. They were not ready. Worst of all, the previous protector had died because of her. She took his duty upon herself and already she had failed. Already was a relative term, for it had indeed been sixty years since that day in Gorgoroth, but that hardly mattered now.
Meanwhile, the troopers were already searching their armor’s components for any explosives they had on board. While they didn’t have any proper charges that they could just plant on the wall, they did have thermal detonators that they could activate. Each stormtrooper had at maximum 2 to 3 detonators within their designated case on their utility belt. In total the squad of six should have up to 12 or 18 maximum or a mere 6 at minimum.
After gathering the troopers’ detonators, they would have a total of 8 charges on hand. They were a little on the short side, but nonetheless even the minimum amount would be enough to blow one side of the tower open, allowing it to topple over with ease. Of course, if that didn’t work, Ren would have had to resort in using the force in order to topple it manually.
Scorch chuckled mischievously as he grabbed two in his hand. ”Alright,” he spoke lowly, ”Let’s tear it down boys!”
Eltariel rolled with a groan over to her back, placing a hand on the two cavernous tunnels in her torso. Through gritted teeth she watched as they went about placing the devices necessary to destroying her tower. Her pleading had fallen on deaf ears. Perhaps she could have handled this situation better. After all, it was her who struck the first blow, killing the officer of their group instantly. When was the last time she had tried to negotiate with anyone? It had been so long. Only used to fighting Nazghul and Uruks. A fatal mistake, There was no blood on her. The wound was instantly burnt to a crisp. Eltariel sputtered and then let her head fall back, staring up at the blue sky and waited for her final, ultimate death.
Both 768 and 149 collected their share - holding three each - as they began to walk towards the tower. Ren watched with anticipation, his gaze set directly on the structure, as he awaited its imminent destruction. Victory was his, and there would be nothing that would stop him...
But then they heard a faint bellowing noise emanating in the distance. It was an ominous noise that started with a sharp screeching noise before ending in a low, echoing growl.
The sound lasted for several long seconds, resonating throughout the trees as bird began to flock from the tree tops. The advancing stormtroopers paused in place, visibly shook by what had just transpired. They looked at the trees, then each other, and then dared to look directly back at the Supreme Leader who also paused to address the disturbance.
602 groaned as he would be the first to address the situation. ”Uh…” he paused as he began looking around him, ”W-What in death’s name was that?”
No one seemed to be sure on what it was. Eltariel blinked and glanced around. Something was happening.
”I...” 768 paused as he too looked around in absolute confusion, ”I don’t know… it sounded like~”
But before he could put a finger on what could’ve made that sound, they would find the local fauna - made up of a collection of various woodland-based animals such as deer, rabbits, birds, and other creatures - stampeding towards them in a mass gathering. However, they did not seem to bother, or perhaps even recognize their presence, as they ran past them in a mass panic.
The troopers were stunned by such an odd sight and said nothing until the wave of fauna ceased. Scorch made a loud hissing sound as he took a few steps back in utter bafflement.
”Feeeeech,” the flametrooper cursed, ”Whatever it was, it sent the entire forest packin’ to the hills.”
768 quickly jerked his head towards Scorch’s direction.
”You do realize what must’ve caused that right?” the trooper asked him concerningly with a subtle rise of fear in his voice, ”That sounded like it came from some kind of massive beast just lurking in the woods!”
Scorch simply shrugged, almost as if he didn’t quite buy it. But then they felt something ripple through their feet, as if they had detected a faint seismic tremor. Then they felt it again, this time a little stronger. Then again, even stronger… and again.
And again… repeatedly.
”And I think we just woke it up...” 768 finished worryingly.
Now the stormtroopers were beginning to panic, already having dropped their detonators in their fright. As they backed towards their Supreme Leader, they could now hear the faint sound of rustling foliage and falling trees. This too got louder to the point where they could now see the very trees moving. By now the ground was shaking violently with every step this thing took and the troopers were raising their blasters in a cowardly excuse of courage. Ren stepped in front to greet whoever would emerge from the forest, igniting his lightsaber once more.
Then the great beast showed itself at last.
A large blocky head emerged from the trees revealing an ancient saurian design with golden-amber eyes and sharp jagged teeth. Bony scales and osteoderms covered his entire face, and as it revealed more of itself, a row of sharp spines ran down his neck and down his back. These spines got larger and larger the further back it went, with the largest ones gaining outwardly portrustions that made them look almost like leaves. A few of these spines even looked as if they’d been broken off.
Its overall form was massive, being bulky yet muscular, and covered in various scars as it wielded powerful arms that ended with four black claws. Even with his hunchbacked stance, the monster was nearly as tall as the tower itself. It’s feet resembled those of elephants - thick and trunk-like - with four sharp toe claws protruding out of them. And ending his gargantuan form was a long crocodile-like tail that swerved through the snow like a serpentine.
The stormtroopers were shaking in their boots as they marveled in awe and terror underneath the giant beast’s presence. The elf on the ground stared incredulously at the beast. She would have believed it to be a dying hallucination were it not for the fact that the soldiers were seeing it, too. All the fear had already left her, she had been resigned to her fate. Now she just stared on with a curious but ultimately removed apathy. Though...would this interrupt the destruction of her Tower? Suddenly she found herself rooting for this gigantic creature to scare off the soldiers and hopefully leave the Tower alone. That was all she needed. Eltariel’s eyes widened and she propped herself up on an elbow.
”Sir....” Scorch mentioned as he attempted to close his gaping jaw, ”Permission to label that as one GIANT-ASS monster?”
As soon as he mentioned it, the beast took a deep breath in and unleashed an ear-splitting roar towards the heavens that rocked the entire vicinity. It was so loud in fact, it could be heard for several miles. Anyone within that range would at the very least feel its very vibrations travel through the ground and up their very bones. And for those at ground zero, it would be a miracle for anyone to not have their eardrums blown by such a deafening noise.
And yet, the fearsome Kylo Ren was not intimidated by this territorial gesture. As his men continued backing up, Ren would stay put as he rose his hand towards his men.
"Return to my ship." his voice resonated as he continued to glare at his monstrous opponent "I will deal with this beast..."
With his opponent on the move, the Slayer prepared to tackle his demonic foe head on. Yet as soon as he saw his demonic foe erect a beam of energy from his sword towards him, he had little to react other than to brace for impact. The beam collided with his suit, sending him knocking back considerably. He slammed his right gauntlet onto the wrecked asphalt as he grind himself to a swift halt. While it wasn't powerful enough to break through his suit, it definitely backed quite a punch.
Still it did little to halt his rage.
It was time for him to up the ante. Once again, gripping his weapon he proceeded to make a mad dash towards Dante with surprising speed. Perhaps before his opponent could get another his on him via a crescent beam, the armored Slayer would leap into the air and unload several more shots into his opponent. Whether or not they would hit, he would would then proceed to try and stomp on Dante with his mighty metal boot just before he would land.
Doomslayer is fighting Dante at the City Ruins. Kylo Ren is in the snowy forest. Godzilla will first emerge in the snowy forest in my upcoming collab post.
I have a lot on my plate, so as much as I want to join the RP, I may most likely not be able to:
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