Post by Mr. Hyde on Dec 19, 2008 20:03:16 GMT -5
THE SCENE: PLANET PRIMUS
With a massive swipe of his flaming stone sword, Paganax sent nearly 30 rickety and skeletal mechanical warriors flying into pieces. Marching unscathed and unimpeded through the waves of mechanized warriors, the unstoppable One Essence Bearer let loose with another mighty attack, once again shattering a score or so metal henchmen easily.
High above the fighting in his anti-gravity Command Platform, General Rankor looked down on the Heathen Chief with disgust. Flanked on the platform by Holocaust and Flatliner, both of whom were charged, buzzing, and awaiting their general's orders, Rankor was sick of seeing this same scene play out over and over again. For the past cycle, since Paganax had acquired the One Essence Championship, he had been able to single-handedly obliterate and route all of the Traitorous One's recent forward attacks.
Now, since his dominant win over both Godsend and Nicodemus, the Heathen Chief had taken the attack to Rankor, pushing into Syndicate territory every day, and doing so with the greatest of ease. With disdain, the General locked his eyes with the Essence Bearer far below, and ordered the retreat of his remaining forces. Seeing the skeletal and steel warriors before him begin to scatter, the Heathen Chief sneered back at Rankor, and stood upright, beginning to geyser smoke and fire. Pointing his massive stone sword at Rankor high above, Paganax let out a mighty roar, making sure that the Traitorous One knew he was coming for him.
Getting the message, Rankor punched orders into the command device and held tight as his anti-grav platform began to slide through the air, following the retreat of his rickety and rudimentary automated forces. Content with being a safe distance from the Essence feuled Molten King, the General turned to his most advanced creations to date, The Shock Syndicate.
Rankor: I must find a way to humble that pig! (glancing back toward Paganax) But how?
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THE SCENE: THE DARK SIDE OF MECATOID MOON
Face to face, Nicodemus and Godsend stood staring holes into each other. Behind them were NuBorn Destruction and The Horrors of Hell, standing menacingly behind their respective leaders. Nicodemus had made this visit to Godsend's turf unannounced, unexpectedly, and univited. And Godsend was a demon who liked his privacy.
Nicodemus: We will never like each other, serpent. That is fact.
Godsend: A millenium of wisdom and that's what you give me. Thank you kindly, Captain Obvious.
Nicodemus: (watching his words) But our constant bickering and rampant distrust will only serve to impede our capture of the One Essence.
Godsend: (warily) Indeed.
Nicodemus: That is why I have asked Murdok to pit us in battle against each other at Battle 33-
Godsend grinned.
Nicodemus:-in an effort to conclusively end our hostilities and 'settle this'.
Godsend: (pleased) I like it. But, I don't want just any old fight here, Ancient. I mean, I think we BOTH know that what we have together is a bit too special for just ONE battle.
Nicodemus: Your attempts at humour irk me. But, I concur that a normal battle is not enough to end this. That is why I asked Murdok to put us in an Iron Warrior Match.
Godsend: (knowingly grinning) Ah! The Iron Warrior Match! A full hour to kick your ass around the battlefield! Excellent choice! (menacingly) I'm very much looking forward to this...
Nicodemus: (coldly) The feeling is more mutual than you can imagine. But, after this it is OVER. (extending his hand) No matter who wins the Iron Warrior Match, after this we shall both combine and concentrate our efforts solely on obtaing the One Essence. Agreed?
Godsend: (shaking Nicodemus' hand) Agreed. I look forward to a our new working relationship, Nicodemus...after I defeat you, of course.
Nicodemus: We shall see. But now (turning to his troops) I must leave. The next time we meet shall be in battle.
Godsend arrogantly and contently watched the Ancient One walk away toward his Ravager Dropship, NuBorn Destruction in tow. When Nicodemus had proceeded far enough away into the gloomy Mecatoid landscape, Godsend turned to The Horrors of Hell, both of whom still looked as if they wanted a fight with the Tag Essence Bearers.
Godsend: What a fing idiot. (grinning) I'm going to annihilate that senile reptile, and when I do, not only will the Black Gathering see us as the dominant faction, but hopefully the Essence will see me as the one and ONLY worthy challenger.
As The Dominion disappeared into the gloom with a laugh, Nicodemus addressed his Tag Essence Bearers.
Nicodemus: I have no doubt that you two will easily dispatch the garbage that the Tag Essence has chosen as your challengers at Battle 33. But even so, your upcoming mission is an important one.
[glow=teal,2,300]Tekaro:[/glow] Hustler & Scorch will fall before us just as easily as before.
Nicodemus: Excellent. Because once I finally still that snake's golden tongue, not only will we be seen as undisputably the strongest faction in the Gathering, but in addition I am sure I will be chosen to battle and defeat Paganax for the One Essence.
[glow=teal,2,300]Warfare:[/glow] (gasp) We all look (gasp) very much forward to that.
Nicodemus: (beginning the launch sequence) This is only the first step to uniting all of the Essence of Centra in Ravager hands...it is a pity that it took me so long to realize that Ravager hands are the only hands worthy of carrying the Essence.
With a massive swipe of his flaming stone sword, Paganax sent nearly 30 rickety and skeletal mechanical warriors flying into pieces. Marching unscathed and unimpeded through the waves of mechanized warriors, the unstoppable One Essence Bearer let loose with another mighty attack, once again shattering a score or so metal henchmen easily.
High above the fighting in his anti-gravity Command Platform, General Rankor looked down on the Heathen Chief with disgust. Flanked on the platform by Holocaust and Flatliner, both of whom were charged, buzzing, and awaiting their general's orders, Rankor was sick of seeing this same scene play out over and over again. For the past cycle, since Paganax had acquired the One Essence Championship, he had been able to single-handedly obliterate and route all of the Traitorous One's recent forward attacks.
Now, since his dominant win over both Godsend and Nicodemus, the Heathen Chief had taken the attack to Rankor, pushing into Syndicate territory every day, and doing so with the greatest of ease. With disdain, the General locked his eyes with the Essence Bearer far below, and ordered the retreat of his remaining forces. Seeing the skeletal and steel warriors before him begin to scatter, the Heathen Chief sneered back at Rankor, and stood upright, beginning to geyser smoke and fire. Pointing his massive stone sword at Rankor high above, Paganax let out a mighty roar, making sure that the Traitorous One knew he was coming for him.
Getting the message, Rankor punched orders into the command device and held tight as his anti-grav platform began to slide through the air, following the retreat of his rickety and rudimentary automated forces. Content with being a safe distance from the Essence feuled Molten King, the General turned to his most advanced creations to date, The Shock Syndicate.
Rankor: I must find a way to humble that pig! (glancing back toward Paganax) But how?
==============================================
THE SCENE: THE DARK SIDE OF MECATOID MOON
Face to face, Nicodemus and Godsend stood staring holes into each other. Behind them were NuBorn Destruction and The Horrors of Hell, standing menacingly behind their respective leaders. Nicodemus had made this visit to Godsend's turf unannounced, unexpectedly, and univited. And Godsend was a demon who liked his privacy.
Nicodemus: We will never like each other, serpent. That is fact.
Godsend: A millenium of wisdom and that's what you give me. Thank you kindly, Captain Obvious.
Nicodemus: (watching his words) But our constant bickering and rampant distrust will only serve to impede our capture of the One Essence.
Godsend: (warily) Indeed.
Nicodemus: That is why I have asked Murdok to pit us in battle against each other at Battle 33-
Godsend grinned.
Nicodemus:-in an effort to conclusively end our hostilities and 'settle this'.
Godsend: (pleased) I like it. But, I don't want just any old fight here, Ancient. I mean, I think we BOTH know that what we have together is a bit too special for just ONE battle.
Nicodemus: Your attempts at humour irk me. But, I concur that a normal battle is not enough to end this. That is why I asked Murdok to put us in an Iron Warrior Match.
Godsend: (knowingly grinning) Ah! The Iron Warrior Match! A full hour to kick your ass around the battlefield! Excellent choice! (menacingly) I'm very much looking forward to this...
Nicodemus: (coldly) The feeling is more mutual than you can imagine. But, after this it is OVER. (extending his hand) No matter who wins the Iron Warrior Match, after this we shall both combine and concentrate our efforts solely on obtaing the One Essence. Agreed?
Godsend: (shaking Nicodemus' hand) Agreed. I look forward to a our new working relationship, Nicodemus...after I defeat you, of course.
Nicodemus: We shall see. But now (turning to his troops) I must leave. The next time we meet shall be in battle.
Godsend arrogantly and contently watched the Ancient One walk away toward his Ravager Dropship, NuBorn Destruction in tow. When Nicodemus had proceeded far enough away into the gloomy Mecatoid landscape, Godsend turned to The Horrors of Hell, both of whom still looked as if they wanted a fight with the Tag Essence Bearers.
Godsend: What a fing idiot. (grinning) I'm going to annihilate that senile reptile, and when I do, not only will the Black Gathering see us as the dominant faction, but hopefully the Essence will see me as the one and ONLY worthy challenger.
As The Dominion disappeared into the gloom with a laugh, Nicodemus addressed his Tag Essence Bearers.
Nicodemus: I have no doubt that you two will easily dispatch the garbage that the Tag Essence has chosen as your challengers at Battle 33. But even so, your upcoming mission is an important one.
[glow=teal,2,300]Tekaro:[/glow] Hustler & Scorch will fall before us just as easily as before.
Nicodemus: Excellent. Because once I finally still that snake's golden tongue, not only will we be seen as undisputably the strongest faction in the Gathering, but in addition I am sure I will be chosen to battle and defeat Paganax for the One Essence.
[glow=teal,2,300]Warfare:[/glow] (gasp) We all look (gasp) very much forward to that.
Nicodemus: (beginning the launch sequence) This is only the first step to uniting all of the Essence of Centra in Ravager hands...it is a pity that it took me so long to realize that Ravager hands are the only hands worthy of carrying the Essence.
