05-03-2007, 12:50 PM
"The time has come men, to bring another Domain under the Umbrella of Necrophylus, to feed the beast that constantly hungers." Auspex announced, "But we must not lose our focus. Pyroman.exe is our primary necessity, for he and his freind Slash.exe will bring us better things."
Auspex stood before the Eyeclone Generator. A monstrous engine, the generator was a cylindrical mechanical, standing upright, and almost eclipsed the Viral Commander himself. Sitting on its locking base, three solid-steel bars glided vertically on a single rod and decended when they graced the top-bumper. Behind them sat a green emerald, lazer sliced into a gem, and hovered in place within a mechinal harness.
"With this generator," He began, "With the Crozium Gem the Rebels were so generous to offer, we will tear a hole in this pitiful defense." He paused, starting to stride toward the Eyeclone Controls. "Getting there, however, is the greatest obstacle. Once the generator activates, everything will besiege us."
Two Trooper Squads finished digging the bowl trench at the forestries lip and entrenched in. Other trench lines, the ones facing out, exposed to the wilderness, whispered to one another. Sitting against a hill clearing, another Missile Launcher Team was setting their tri-pod for the launcher tube. Dotted across most of the open hills were Heavy Weapons, companied by Trooper Squads. Hundreds of Troopers poured to benefit commander, all Chamberlain.
"Bug, Alien, Machine, and Undead will be drawn to the gem's power like stupid Net Navi's. You must be an army in your own right. Everyman must fall before the generator does, for if that falls, then we have failed."
Auspex slid the rifle bolt until it clicked. "Stand fast. Stand Strong." He paused, reluctantly drawing the lever to ON.
"Five minutes until Full Acceleration." The generator's default spoke. "Core at Safe Level"
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'Unconfirmed movement South heading East. Advise.' Trooper McVain whispered into his bead. 'Subject advancing towards generator location.'
'Continue prossessing, information and tracking.' A voice blipped back.
McVain turned off his mic-bead. He could still discern Zephyr's shape through the heavy pine branches, but the fox was moving away. Gingerley grabbing his shotgun, he weaved through pine underbrush in deliberate steps, keeping one eye out for his curious target. Zephyr kept close to wall and away from the forest, so monitoring him became easy. McVain found a cluster of trees surrounding a dirt bowl that looked out along the wall.
It was a perfect spot. Here, he could watch the length of the wall without repositioning, a Trooper patrol around the furthest corner. The Chamberlain settled his shotgun down and proned against the exposed roots, ahead of Zephyr's stroll. His ears heard the crush of leaves under paw.
'Come on you little bastard, what are you doing?' Mcvain muttered underneath his breath.
Auspex stood before the Eyeclone Generator. A monstrous engine, the generator was a cylindrical mechanical, standing upright, and almost eclipsed the Viral Commander himself. Sitting on its locking base, three solid-steel bars glided vertically on a single rod and decended when they graced the top-bumper. Behind them sat a green emerald, lazer sliced into a gem, and hovered in place within a mechinal harness.
"With this generator," He began, "With the Crozium Gem the Rebels were so generous to offer, we will tear a hole in this pitiful defense." He paused, starting to stride toward the Eyeclone Controls. "Getting there, however, is the greatest obstacle. Once the generator activates, everything will besiege us."
Two Trooper Squads finished digging the bowl trench at the forestries lip and entrenched in. Other trench lines, the ones facing out, exposed to the wilderness, whispered to one another. Sitting against a hill clearing, another Missile Launcher Team was setting their tri-pod for the launcher tube. Dotted across most of the open hills were Heavy Weapons, companied by Trooper Squads. Hundreds of Troopers poured to benefit commander, all Chamberlain.
"Bug, Alien, Machine, and Undead will be drawn to the gem's power like stupid Net Navi's. You must be an army in your own right. Everyman must fall before the generator does, for if that falls, then we have failed."
Auspex slid the rifle bolt until it clicked. "Stand fast. Stand Strong." He paused, reluctantly drawing the lever to ON.
"Five minutes until Full Acceleration." The generator's default spoke. "Core at Safe Level"
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'Unconfirmed movement South heading East. Advise.' Trooper McVain whispered into his bead. 'Subject advancing towards generator location.'
'Continue prossessing, information and tracking.' A voice blipped back.
McVain turned off his mic-bead. He could still discern Zephyr's shape through the heavy pine branches, but the fox was moving away. Gingerley grabbing his shotgun, he weaved through pine underbrush in deliberate steps, keeping one eye out for his curious target. Zephyr kept close to wall and away from the forest, so monitoring him became easy. McVain found a cluster of trees surrounding a dirt bowl that looked out along the wall.
It was a perfect spot. Here, he could watch the length of the wall without repositioning, a Trooper patrol around the furthest corner. The Chamberlain settled his shotgun down and proned against the exposed roots, ahead of Zephyr's stroll. His ears heard the crush of leaves under paw.
'Come on you little bastard, what are you doing?' Mcvain muttered underneath his breath.