The sudden strike caught Onikage off guard. As the kick was delivered, Onikage was sent sprawling. It was only by the virtue of his armor that his legs hadn't been shattered by the strength behind the kick, as they were only human, even if his skill was not. While Onikage was most definitely a dangerous force to be reckoned with, any Oldblood had a massive speed advantage, one that made up for Onikage's inhuman thought processes and capabilities. As Onikage instantly balanced out the fall to land right back into a position to defend against incoming attacks he judged that it had been too great a risk to face off against Rhyss in such close quarters combat, as there was undoubtedly too great a chance of failure in this situation. While Onikage might be able to overpower Rhyss, his nearby companions posed quite a large risk, and if he were forced to fight two or more Oldbloods in close proximity it would mean certain death.
However, even as Onikage reasoned as such, Rhyss' blade swung past his face. A direct hit, the first real hit on Onikage in the fight, as a sliver of his mask is sliced away, electricity crackling as the circuits of the cloaking system are cut in that area. And as Onikage looks up at the one that had dealt this blow, a blue eye and a lock of bright golden blonde hair can be seen over pale skin. The look in the eye is dead, as if it's owner had already died, and instead of joining the ranks of the undead, it's corpse had merely been controlled from afar. However, even in this short instant of eye contact, they seem to focus, like a dead man waking.
And they are filled with unspeakable hate.
A psychic scream explodes from Onikage, ripping through those nearby as his body twists and convulses, although no physical sound is made. HIs fingers stretch and grope at thin air, as that unspeakable gaze focusses on Rhyss. A gaze that was somehow familiar, somehow known, and yet unrecognized. As if once he had seen these eyes before, and yet had forgotten. And, in the midst of this spectacle, as the screams reached their peak, and the darkness that had been hiding in the depths of Onikage's soul bursts outwards, enveloping him in an aura of anger. Blazing as if ablaze, whether by illusion or fact one could clearly see six sets of wings, hovering behind the mute assassin, the mark of a Seraph, highest Angel of the First Sphere of Heaven, those who guard the throne of God. "YOU FILTHY SCUM!"
It was hardly movement. At such speeds, could it be classified as such? So fast that it took an instant simply to realize that the space the Seraph had occupied was no longer filled. A lightning bolt, as pain filled Rhyss. The wings dissipated with the wind, a mere illusion conjured in the minds of those that watched, an image imprinted upon them by the creature before them. Onikage stood behind Rhyss as, cloaking mechanisms activating, he sheathed his sword. Motives inexplicable, thoughts unreadable, even as the black aura once more died down, Onikage stealthed back into the forest, holding his hand over the hole in his suit.
Meanwhile, Rhyss had stood unable to move. Even as he focused, his body refused to respond to his mental commands. He was unable even to speak, to utter a single word, as slowly, reality caught up to what had happened. Blood trickled down the lower half of his face slowly. Equaly slowly, the top half of his skull slid down a diagonal angle, crashing to the floor with a soft thump, even as Rhyss' body collapsed. Onikage had missed Rhyss' brain by less than an inch.
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"Oh God, please don't let me become one of them. Those.... those THINGS. They were like monsters, my own daughter....." Stein pauses, his voice cracking as he simply trembles with the shock of the events he had been forced to go through. Or at least, that's how the guard would no doubt interpret it. Stein was quite a convincing actor when he needed to be, easily slipping into any role, including that of the shocked panic-stricken survivor. However, he shook his head as his character brought together his thoughts quickly. "I need to talk to the Clone Emperor. That disease was released on purpose. There were too many simultaneous breakouts for it to have been an accident. I have crucial data on how this all started, please. I'll take the tests afterwards." Just a tiny bit of extra punch was put in the words. A hint of panic that was instilled into the guard's mind, as he genuinely felt the safety of the empire was being threatened.
Alright. Now I feel guilty. It's no secret that it's my fault this thing got so broken so quickly. I set up my characters in a pivotal role in the story, and Terebithia and Onikage seem to be the only things that form the main threat for the story. I wish I had a proper excuse, but I've just been far too distracted, and paying far too little attention to this thread. I should have posted far more often than I did, and I've left all you guys waiting far too often, and for that I apologize. If it's possible to continue this thread, and if you guys all aren't all too pissed at me, I would like to attempt to keep it alive.
Stein smiles, as the fools charge him. Straight, linear people, their minds clear and filled with purpose. They do not bend, they do not twist. However, that which does not bend is the easiest to break. A weed that does not give to the wind is snapped, and so too does the unbending mind snap. "I am the emperor, and you have been fooled." The words were a truth. Not in the normal sense, but in the ways that lies will become truths. Forged by the minds of fools, standing upon a pillar of good intentions and noble causes, a lie so deep it ingrained itself into the very minds of those that heard it. And in their minds, it was forged into truth, as each, protecting those feeble wills and goals that they had so long treasured, turned their blade to their allies. Driven by a single sentence, these warriors were turned to kill those around them. Fighting to protect the Lie which now existed within them, a truth they would hold and strengthen only to strengthen the illusion of righteousness, a mechanism to fend off the guilt of the slaughter that they had committed against their fellows. And, in that fantasy, even after Stein's departure, those that survived would devolve into madness.
Stein walked forward, observing the teleportation mechanism that had been built. Of course, he had already prepared his strategy, but it seemed there was another player in the game. He had not been responsible for the sabotage of this mechanism, and mentally he complimented the antagonist who had caused it. It had been subtle work, quite well concealed amid the standard teleportation sequences. Of course, he already knew just who had interfered, and although he might not know their names, already he knew them in a truer sense than that, beyond any mere surface knowledge. For he could peer into the very soul of man, and behold the profound darkness that welled within, the festering hate, the fear, the insanity that pushed against the edges of every human's mind. "You and I have business, whether you realize it or not, woman. However, if you do not mind, I will make my departure now. I have an appointment to make."
Being quite familiar with the same teleportation technology that was used by the Clone Empire, Stein was able to quite aptly remove the explosive sabotage that Minx had put in place. The explosion had not heavily damaged the machine, which of course was prepared for wartime scenarios and thus quite sturdy. It was built to directly send anyone using it to the homeworld, of course, but Stein had no issues with that. His preparation had been made, and still were expanding, this was simply the next step. The machine activated itself, as Stein was encased in a bright blue light, and then transported to whatever evacuation platform had been provided for the governors. His smile was absent, as he rushed to the nearest guard, panic written all over his place. "Sir, some kind of disease is rampant on Mezzuran! I had to use the teleporter to get out, the whole place has gone insane! Oh God they tried to kill me!"
Stein walked forward, observing the teleportation mechanism that had been built. Of course, he had already prepared his strategy, but it seemed there was another player in the game. He had not been responsible for the sabotage of this mechanism, and mentally he complimented the antagonist who had caused it. It had been subtle work, quite well concealed amid the standard teleportation sequences. Of course, he already knew just who had interfered, and although he might not know their names, already he knew them in a truer sense than that, beyond any mere surface knowledge. For he could peer into the very soul of man, and behold the profound darkness that welled within, the festering hate, the fear, the insanity that pushed against the edges of every human's mind. "You and I have business, whether you realize it or not, woman. However, if you do not mind, I will make my departure now. I have an appointment to make."
Being quite familiar with the same teleportation technology that was used by the Clone Empire, Stein was able to quite aptly remove the explosive sabotage that Minx had put in place. The explosion had not heavily damaged the machine, which of course was prepared for wartime scenarios and thus quite sturdy. It was built to directly send anyone using it to the homeworld, of course, but Stein had no issues with that. His preparation had been made, and still were expanding, this was simply the next step. The machine activated itself, as Stein was encased in a bright blue light, and then transported to whatever evacuation platform had been provided for the governors. His smile was absent, as he rushed to the nearest guard, panic written all over his place. "Sir, some kind of disease is rampant on Mezzuran! I had to use the teleporter to get out, the whole place has gone insane! Oh God they tried to kill me!"
`Hmph`. Mathew looks this strange man over. While the bootlicking certainly wasn't making him seem like any form of threat, those that can seem harmless often form a far greater threat than those that are seen initially as a danger. Mathew would need to balance the odds in this situation, deciding just how likely it was for this person to turn out to be an assassin, and just how much he could lose if that was the case. It wasn't entirely guesstimation, however, as several scans were reading the man's Divine Trace, as well as his molecular makeup, weaponry, and a variety of other simple scans. Just standing there, Mathew extended his senses through the machines around him, observing the stranger from all angles, and through a hundred different lenses and sensors, painting a complete picture of the man.
"You came onto my ship in order to strike down an Angel who was performing a diplomatic treaty for me. By Imperium law, you are accountable for Assault, as well as interfering with imperial business. Both of these laws are recognized by most of this universe's advanced civilisations, and both are considered just." Mathew's eyebrow raises itself, almost mockingly, as he looks down at the man from his steel throne, surrounded by a sea of keyboards. "Consider this, for the purpose of this conversation, to be a court of law. How do you defend yourself from these accusations? If you cannot, then I must be forced to apply punishment as is appropriate for these crimes. Justice cannot be lax, after all, and your offenses are quite grievous."
A ship had landed on the docks of the trade world. It was within the Clone Emperor's domain, however it was a world that found itself on a Dimensional Nexus, which made warp travel to an from this location quite easy. This had encouraged the original inhabitants of the planet to discover Warp Travel inordinately early, and they became explorers and traders throughout the galaxy. When the Clone Emperor had arrived, he had done so during a spat between two of the Matriarchs that had previously dominated the planet, and had taken the planet under his wing. Of course, even with the relatively good influence of the Clone Emperor's guiding hand, the town had naturally become a hive for illegal trafficking of slaves, drugs and weaponry. Hundreds of different species sold anything that they wished in the sprawling markets, and one could quite accurately state that everything was for sale. Planets, babies, demons, slaves, drugs, ships, antiqueties, art..... everything could be found on Mezzuran, the commerce planet that had become a focal point for intergalactic trade.
The ship had been an odd craft by all standards. It had been large and square, which was quite practical due to the lack of air resistance in space, but was still quite an odd design choice. It was an ugly, scrappy piece of crap, but that wasn't so uncommon in such a place. However, anyone who had seen it arrive would have noticed it had an incredibly capable warp drive, no visible engines, and yet it moved completely silently. A stealth craft, a smugler perhaps. And yet, it had no cloaking field, and didn't even attempt to hide from the sensors set up by the authorities to discourage smugglers. Of course, all those who speculated about what the ship's purpose was, as well as how much it would be worth, would have been far more surprised to find what secrets were hidden within.
Through the busy streets walked a man. He was a tall man, white hair swept to the side messily and a pair of glasses upon his face. He wore a long white coat above grey shirt and jeans, covered in odd stitches. The man strode with confidence, and people and non-people stood aside as he passed. Great warriors and merchants both renowned and unknown stepped aside, hugging the sides of the street. Vendors fell silent, the ever-present shouting halting into unnatural silence as the man walked past. And even when it resumed, there was an edge to it, a twist, a malicious will. For the people had not stood aside for a massive figure, nor some biologically engineered machine of massive destruction and death, conjured up from some twisted science lab. They stood aside for the grin on the man's face. The look in his eyes, that brought tears to the eyes of even the bravest of warriors. For that day, Hell walked through the streets.
Men brawled in the streets, as prices were raised. Voices dropped from the usual shouts into screams of anger and pain, as a war mech flung a presumptuous smuggler through a wall. The clone police force was on the scene, and yet many of them simply watched, oddly mesmerized, as like a ripple death spread from the steps of the demon. Gunfire, lasers cutting through the badly constructed buildings as the reasonable ripped each other apart. Explosions ripped through the town, as, shouting and screaming, the entire city began a slaughter. With each step that hit the cobblestone path, a ripple of insanity shot out through the crowds, as children killed their parents. Crying and wailing those that recovered held the corpses of those that they themselves had slaughtered. Murder fell to the norm, as the clones themselves joined into the fray. In the name of justice, supposedly, the innocent aggressors were gunned down viciously. The town was a warzone with a billion factions, a Hell dominated by the darkness, the passion and hate, the blood and soul of humankind.
Grin affixed to his face, the man walked up the steps to the House of Government. Guards rushed towards him, only to devolve into a nameless, murderous squabble. The doors slammed ahead in front of the man, blown apart by an inexplicable wind. Practically surrounded by an aura of swirling wind, the man stared up at the governors that had been gathered that very day to discuss the future of the planet. " Gentleman, how nice to see you're all here. I'm looking for a fellow. I'm sure you know him. Quite big, scary face, loves being self-important and righteous." Smiling, Stein stood there, the manifestation of Death.
"You came onto my ship in order to strike down an Angel who was performing a diplomatic treaty for me. By Imperium law, you are accountable for Assault, as well as interfering with imperial business. Both of these laws are recognized by most of this universe's advanced civilisations, and both are considered just." Mathew's eyebrow raises itself, almost mockingly, as he looks down at the man from his steel throne, surrounded by a sea of keyboards. "Consider this, for the purpose of this conversation, to be a court of law. How do you defend yourself from these accusations? If you cannot, then I must be forced to apply punishment as is appropriate for these crimes. Justice cannot be lax, after all, and your offenses are quite grievous."
A ship had landed on the docks of the trade world. It was within the Clone Emperor's domain, however it was a world that found itself on a Dimensional Nexus, which made warp travel to an from this location quite easy. This had encouraged the original inhabitants of the planet to discover Warp Travel inordinately early, and they became explorers and traders throughout the galaxy. When the Clone Emperor had arrived, he had done so during a spat between two of the Matriarchs that had previously dominated the planet, and had taken the planet under his wing. Of course, even with the relatively good influence of the Clone Emperor's guiding hand, the town had naturally become a hive for illegal trafficking of slaves, drugs and weaponry. Hundreds of different species sold anything that they wished in the sprawling markets, and one could quite accurately state that everything was for sale. Planets, babies, demons, slaves, drugs, ships, antiqueties, art..... everything could be found on Mezzuran, the commerce planet that had become a focal point for intergalactic trade.
The ship had been an odd craft by all standards. It had been large and square, which was quite practical due to the lack of air resistance in space, but was still quite an odd design choice. It was an ugly, scrappy piece of crap, but that wasn't so uncommon in such a place. However, anyone who had seen it arrive would have noticed it had an incredibly capable warp drive, no visible engines, and yet it moved completely silently. A stealth craft, a smugler perhaps. And yet, it had no cloaking field, and didn't even attempt to hide from the sensors set up by the authorities to discourage smugglers. Of course, all those who speculated about what the ship's purpose was, as well as how much it would be worth, would have been far more surprised to find what secrets were hidden within.
Through the busy streets walked a man. He was a tall man, white hair swept to the side messily and a pair of glasses upon his face. He wore a long white coat above grey shirt and jeans, covered in odd stitches. The man strode with confidence, and people and non-people stood aside as he passed. Great warriors and merchants both renowned and unknown stepped aside, hugging the sides of the street. Vendors fell silent, the ever-present shouting halting into unnatural silence as the man walked past. And even when it resumed, there was an edge to it, a twist, a malicious will. For the people had not stood aside for a massive figure, nor some biologically engineered machine of massive destruction and death, conjured up from some twisted science lab. They stood aside for the grin on the man's face. The look in his eyes, that brought tears to the eyes of even the bravest of warriors. For that day, Hell walked through the streets.
Men brawled in the streets, as prices were raised. Voices dropped from the usual shouts into screams of anger and pain, as a war mech flung a presumptuous smuggler through a wall. The clone police force was on the scene, and yet many of them simply watched, oddly mesmerized, as like a ripple death spread from the steps of the demon. Gunfire, lasers cutting through the badly constructed buildings as the reasonable ripped each other apart. Explosions ripped through the town, as, shouting and screaming, the entire city began a slaughter. With each step that hit the cobblestone path, a ripple of insanity shot out through the crowds, as children killed their parents. Crying and wailing those that recovered held the corpses of those that they themselves had slaughtered. Murder fell to the norm, as the clones themselves joined into the fray. In the name of justice, supposedly, the innocent aggressors were gunned down viciously. The town was a warzone with a billion factions, a Hell dominated by the darkness, the passion and hate, the blood and soul of humankind.
Grin affixed to his face, the man walked up the steps to the House of Government. Guards rushed towards him, only to devolve into a nameless, murderous squabble. The doors slammed ahead in front of the man, blown apart by an inexplicable wind. Practically surrounded by an aura of swirling wind, the man stared up at the governors that had been gathered that very day to discuss the future of the planet. " Gentleman, how nice to see you're all here. I'm looking for a fellow. I'm sure you know him. Quite big, scary face, loves being self-important and righteous." Smiling, Stein stood there, the manifestation of Death.
Who the Bloody Hell are you? O_o
Mathew, as this massive conflict takes place, simply realizes that the being of immense power and unknown origin had been distracted. Bringing his ship around, he seemed to level his cannons at the enemy ship hurtling towards him. Despite Babylon's superior size, if the two ships were to collide at such a speed it would be catastrophic, and yet Mathew knew very well that he would have no chance to level the ship before impact occurred. His projectiles would move too fast, slicing through the hull with too little material impact, to actually exert any real force over the movement of the ship. Then there was the issue of the drones already within the ship, if he were indeed to destroy the ship or dodge it, the drones would be lost, diminishing his overall combat force. However, manipulating the probabilities was his job, and achieving the impossible his primary trick, so this shouldn't be a problem.
As Mathew charged the quantum engines, he, still connected to the ship, `disconnected the Drone Hangars from the Firing Bay. Instead of connecting an alternate projectile, however, he sent his will through the ship. Modifications were rapidly made as repair drones connected and reconnected large cables, rapid advance spurred on by necessity and flashes of genius. As the massive enemy warship hurtled towards Babylon, every cannon fired simultaneously, timing perfected through a single will, and yet instead of firing a projectile, it projected it's force outwards. The false mass generated a powerful gravity field, functioning as a quantum railgun, albeit far more powerful than the electromagnetic fields projected by a railgun. However, by projecting this field forwards, the same amount of force was applied not in a burst, but in a large area of effect, pushing away anything that would enter within certain parameters. The Quantum Shield had been developed.
It seemed like the orange-colored light burst from the cannons, even as the ship collided with some invisible force. Babylon's massive engines worked to keep in balance as two great forces met one another, Mathew in the background monitoring and administering the cooling systems and energy output of each of the Babylon's systems, his calculations allowing him to predict failures almost before they happen, and take appropriate measures. With a great creaking effort, the entire ship slowly seems to float to a halt in front of Babylon, even as Mathew removes the Quantum Nullification Field from the assassin that had dared make an attempt on his life. Hovering in space were two ships, one of which was already being cut off from the Clone Emperor's control network by the drones.
Turning towards his unwanted and unwilling guest, the God Emperor glared with cold disapproval. The two Guardian Drones stood next to him, ready to intervene should the man make any further attempt at hostility, as the Portal Matrix stood ready to intervene as well. Should it become necessary, the Portal Matrix was capable of nearly instantly transporting Mathew's entire army onto the enemy's head, quite literally, and within this ship an attempt against Mathew was nothing but foolish tomfoolery. "You're here with hostile intentions, and you're obviously in a dangerous position. Unless you have some weapon or trick that could save your ass right now, before I have it cut to pieces and fed to your family, you'd better start listing reasons I should leave you alive."
As Mathew charged the quantum engines, he, still connected to the ship, `disconnected the Drone Hangars from the Firing Bay. Instead of connecting an alternate projectile, however, he sent his will through the ship. Modifications were rapidly made as repair drones connected and reconnected large cables, rapid advance spurred on by necessity and flashes of genius. As the massive enemy warship hurtled towards Babylon, every cannon fired simultaneously, timing perfected through a single will, and yet instead of firing a projectile, it projected it's force outwards. The false mass generated a powerful gravity field, functioning as a quantum railgun, albeit far more powerful than the electromagnetic fields projected by a railgun. However, by projecting this field forwards, the same amount of force was applied not in a burst, but in a large area of effect, pushing away anything that would enter within certain parameters. The Quantum Shield had been developed.
It seemed like the orange-colored light burst from the cannons, even as the ship collided with some invisible force. Babylon's massive engines worked to keep in balance as two great forces met one another, Mathew in the background monitoring and administering the cooling systems and energy output of each of the Babylon's systems, his calculations allowing him to predict failures almost before they happen, and take appropriate measures. With a great creaking effort, the entire ship slowly seems to float to a halt in front of Babylon, even as Mathew removes the Quantum Nullification Field from the assassin that had dared make an attempt on his life. Hovering in space were two ships, one of which was already being cut off from the Clone Emperor's control network by the drones.
Turning towards his unwanted and unwilling guest, the God Emperor glared with cold disapproval. The two Guardian Drones stood next to him, ready to intervene should the man make any further attempt at hostility, as the Portal Matrix stood ready to intervene as well. Should it become necessary, the Portal Matrix was capable of nearly instantly transporting Mathew's entire army onto the enemy's head, quite literally, and within this ship an attempt against Mathew was nothing but foolish tomfoolery. "You're here with hostile intentions, and you're obviously in a dangerous position. Unless you have some weapon or trick that could save your ass right now, before I have it cut to pieces and fed to your family, you'd better start listing reasons I should leave you alive."
The information was processed immediately. Despite being surrounded by distractions, still Mathew took note of the one small detail, the movement of the man's body, the look on his face, the tear sliding down his cheek. Like a computer the information was recovered and stored within the vast memory vaults within Mathew's own mind, to be recovered at some later date. Knowledge was as a weapon, and it won more wars than any physical force ever could. Knowledge of your opponent's weakness, their hopes, their dreams, their failures and their pasts. The things that haunted them in the night, the things they wished to be one day. These were the things upon which the human mind was built, these imperfect illusions of free will driven by a broken thought.
As the alarms sounded, echoing through the steel interior of Babylon, Mathew stretched his fingers. Hundreds of keys were laid out before him, and as the God Emperor closed his eyes, he could see, he could FEEL the ship humming with power. His electromagnetic defense shield had caught any metallic projectiles and slowed them to the point where they would be harmless, and minor damage had been sustained. His fingers moved over the keys, blurring as mind and machine became one. In every door, in every joint, in every clicking, moving, humming part of Babylon's body, Mathew existed alongside his creation. His mind embodied it all, connected through a powerful neurological link to the base functions of the computers that normally controlled the ship. "Let's see your hell."
Hundreds of cannons extended from the sides of the country-sized Titan-class ship, long barrels surrounded by what seemed to be glowing orbs. Magnetic fluctuations could clearly be read from any scanning aparatus as the quantum particles in these orbs were accelerated, manipulating mass and gravity in order to create a quantum field were energy was concentrated. Power built up, false mass being generated to create an incredibly powerful gravitic pull, concentrated into a single point, as Mathew, through a simple thought pattern, moved his Combat Drones into position. With a powerful electromagnetic pulse, hundreds of Combat Drones were launched by the sheer concentrated force of the false mass that the quantum engines had generated, easily traveling at over 10x the speed of sound, ripping through the vacuum of space faster than the human eye could follow. Impacting in the ship, these projectiles tore through the enemy hull, mere works of steel or alloys shattering before the sheer firepower of the quantum spectrum, as Mathew bent the base elements of the universe to his will.
Having penetrated into the enemy ship, shattering through the outer rim, the large pods unfolded. Four large mechanical legs stabbed themselves into the ground, creating a foothold against the incredible pull generated by the vacuum as all the air from the ship becan siphoning out of these newly formed holes. Large miniguns based on railgun technology extended from the sides of the main body of this spider-like drone, as the head, placed on top of the humanoid body that extended from above the spider-like legs, had a variety of sensors that immediately began scanning for forms of life. Even in these drones, extensions of Mathew's grip, the God Emperor existed, as he looked through their eyes and observed the world. And as such, Mathew's iron hand prepared to completely conquer the ship, offering asylum from the enclosing and unstoppable vacuum only at the price of the freedom of the crew.
Below on the ground, also, Mathew existed. Hundreds of eyes, hundreds of voices. An existence that engulfed all those that served him, he moved through the streets, as the Clone Emperor was held hostage. The main shield was taken down as the generator was taken over by the drones, even as it was prepared for study. Mathew existed in every corner of this world, and he held witness to the victory of his mechanical servants over the fools that dared oppose him. For now, he truly lived up to his name. Arisen above the mortal coil, ascended beyond the mental and physical limits of mere mortals, Mathew had truly become something greater. By linking himself to his every creation, he had become a God.
The God Emperor had started his conquest. And he would not be stopped.
While many of the drones sent to subdue civilian areas had fallen from space, warping into the atmosphere but not onto the surface, those that had instantly moved into the enemy military bases as well as weapon storage ignored the effects of this planet-wide force field. Despite the quite impressive defense, any planetary defenses were still neutered, as the drones, instead of causing chaos or dealing further damage to the infrastructure, simply sealed off the bunkers, turrets and weapon's caches, barricading themselves within, seemingly solely for the purpose of shutting you off from your resources. However, those Drones that had been blocked by the force field warped through it, resuming their crash through the orbit.
A group of fifty drones landed near the location of the Clone Emperor, as they unfolded to reveal their weapons systems. Each was heavily armed and armored, and forced to rely on the planet's defenses solely the Clone Emperor would have no sizable force to back him up unless he had a warping mechanism capable of interstellar travel. This was clearly not the main planet of the empire, lying on the very fringe of the empire, and by appearing here he had placed himself at Mathew's mercy. The drones surrounded the Clone Emperor and his guard in a circle, each programmed to fire at the slightest sign of movement as a mechanical voice spoke from them all at once. "Surrender now the the God Emperor Mathew. Do not move or make any hostile action, or you will be terminated."
Across the globe, Babylon had detected the source of the massive energy output that was keeping the shield active, and thus shielding the surface from Babylon's weaponry. quite effective. As Mathew had never encountered any such technology, he was unsure of it's strength, and the drones had been ordered to find the source and take it out, allowing Babylon to glass anything on the planet from orbit if it should become necessary. The Clone Emperor distracted, these drones, now incapable of teleporting anything but short distance, a kilometer at best, were advancing on the power sources of this world on foot. Guided by long-range scans, they were still quite dangerous to this world's now uttelry incapable military force, and unless the Clone Emperor could appear in person, they would soon remove this planet's greatest defense, and allow Mathew to take out the opposition's leader in one fell orbital strike.
A group of fifty drones landed near the location of the Clone Emperor, as they unfolded to reveal their weapons systems. Each was heavily armed and armored, and forced to rely on the planet's defenses solely the Clone Emperor would have no sizable force to back him up unless he had a warping mechanism capable of interstellar travel. This was clearly not the main planet of the empire, lying on the very fringe of the empire, and by appearing here he had placed himself at Mathew's mercy. The drones surrounded the Clone Emperor and his guard in a circle, each programmed to fire at the slightest sign of movement as a mechanical voice spoke from them all at once. "Surrender now the the God Emperor Mathew. Do not move or make any hostile action, or you will be terminated."
Across the globe, Babylon had detected the source of the massive energy output that was keeping the shield active, and thus shielding the surface from Babylon's weaponry. quite effective. As Mathew had never encountered any such technology, he was unsure of it's strength, and the drones had been ordered to find the source and take it out, allowing Babylon to glass anything on the planet from orbit if it should become necessary. The Clone Emperor distracted, these drones, now incapable of teleporting anything but short distance, a kilometer at best, were advancing on the power sources of this world on foot. Guided by long-range scans, they were still quite dangerous to this world's now uttelry incapable military force, and unless the Clone Emperor could appear in person, they would soon remove this planet's greatest defense, and allow Mathew to take out the opposition's leader in one fell orbital strike.
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