Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 3: Abandoned Park]
08-05-2010, 11:52 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by slipsicle.
As the lightning expanded, a faint connection could be seen between them, almost as if another sphere were forming at their edges.
Abruptly, they reversed their expansion. As they contracted, the spectral sphere at their edges began to solidify, and the sphere from which they originated to expand quite rapidly.
The two spheres met. Their collision was felt throughout the arena, as the shockwave from the explosion tore apart trees, bushes, animals... everything in its way. It smacked into the enclosure, setting the metal bars ringing. For a moment, it seemed as something more might happen, as the metal groaned ominously, before going silent.
Ekelhaft had been bisected by the explosion; a portion of it was inside, while the rest was outside. When the two sphere impacted, the outside portion of Ekelhaft was scattered throughout the field, causing a rain of sickly green slime to plop down and dissolve the grass it landed on; an unlucky, thoroughly feral pug, who'd managed to escape the explosion by hiding behind a low rock, and whose collar bore the name "Bartleby", got a faceful of falling Ekelhaft. Whether it was driven insane from the blob's infernal aura or from its face melting off will never be known for sure.
The inside portion of Ekelhaft suffered a different fate, for the explosion went two directions, rushing away from the spheres' impact both outwards and inwards. The ooze was crushed up against the now motionless cyborg, whose body was perhaps saved from completely destruction by the ooze's cushioning effect, as it absorbed a majority of the blast's impact.
Ekelhaft slid off the ancient cyborg's body. The cyborg remained motionless.
The entire process had taken approximately five minutes.
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The Emperor surveyed the damage before him. The beam had entirely incinerated the men, their bikes, and a large portion of the pipeworks. Debris littered the area, and scattered fires burned whatever newly-exposed fuels were available. His nose was still bleeding real blood, and he still had the matter of his shields and wormholes to attend to. The Emperor turned, and prepared to leave the area.
A sound stopped him.
He turned, slowly, as the sound twinged his mind in away he felt he should be familiar with.
The bodies of the men, or what was left of them, had begun to... dissolve into a green, burbling ooze. An irrational fear began to overtake the Emperor, as a part of him seemed to recognize the slime, while the rest of him insisted he'd never seen it before. The ooze crept forwards, and an instinct told the Emperor to run.
So he did.
He could hear the ooze keeping pace behind him, slashing and dissolving the rusted metal and twisted tubing of the pipeworks. He felt as though, were he to glance behind him, he would see reality and sanity being dismantled in his wake, replaced by that swirling green slime. The Emperor fumed. The fear which had rushed through his system so unexpectedly, as if here were still a mere organic, did not rob him of his essence. He recognized the thing behind him for what it was: an Alien. The fact that an inferior life form had reduced him, him, the First and Only Emperor of the Star Empire of Sol, to running like a coward was nearly enough to make him turn around and face it. Nearly.
But he didn't.
And so he kept running. Running as fast as a cyborg with twenty-thousand years' worth of improvements could, and still the slime was gaining on him. It seemed to suck the light from the rusty promenades before him, and as he took turn after turn, tore through wall after wall, he failed to notice that he could no longer see more than a few feet away, so concentrated was he on the sounds of his pursuer. It was this inattention that led to his blunder into a strangely out-of-place chamber; rusty and unkempt as the pipeworks behind him, but lit by a different light, and absent the sound of a bustling city above.
Absent too, of the sounds of a burbling mass of insanity pursuing him.
Absent not, however, of people.
A single person stood in the center of the room: the agent the Emperor had been waiting to meet. She stepped forward as he entered, and spoke.
"Hello, Brother."
As the lightning expanded, a faint connection could be seen between them, almost as if another sphere were forming at their edges.
Abruptly, they reversed their expansion. As they contracted, the spectral sphere at their edges began to solidify, and the sphere from which they originated to expand quite rapidly.
The two spheres met. Their collision was felt throughout the arena, as the shockwave from the explosion tore apart trees, bushes, animals... everything in its way. It smacked into the enclosure, setting the metal bars ringing. For a moment, it seemed as something more might happen, as the metal groaned ominously, before going silent.
Ekelhaft had been bisected by the explosion; a portion of it was inside, while the rest was outside. When the two sphere impacted, the outside portion of Ekelhaft was scattered throughout the field, causing a rain of sickly green slime to plop down and dissolve the grass it landed on; an unlucky, thoroughly feral pug, who'd managed to escape the explosion by hiding behind a low rock, and whose collar bore the name "Bartleby", got a faceful of falling Ekelhaft. Whether it was driven insane from the blob's infernal aura or from its face melting off will never be known for sure.
The inside portion of Ekelhaft suffered a different fate, for the explosion went two directions, rushing away from the spheres' impact both outwards and inwards. The ooze was crushed up against the now motionless cyborg, whose body was perhaps saved from completely destruction by the ooze's cushioning effect, as it absorbed a majority of the blast's impact.
Ekelhaft slid off the ancient cyborg's body. The cyborg remained motionless.
The entire process had taken approximately five minutes.
--------
The Emperor surveyed the damage before him. The beam had entirely incinerated the men, their bikes, and a large portion of the pipeworks. Debris littered the area, and scattered fires burned whatever newly-exposed fuels were available. His nose was still bleeding real blood, and he still had the matter of his shields and wormholes to attend to. The Emperor turned, and prepared to leave the area.
A sound stopped him.
He turned, slowly, as the sound twinged his mind in away he felt he should be familiar with.
The bodies of the men, or what was left of them, had begun to... dissolve into a green, burbling ooze. An irrational fear began to overtake the Emperor, as a part of him seemed to recognize the slime, while the rest of him insisted he'd never seen it before. The ooze crept forwards, and an instinct told the Emperor to run.
So he did.
He could hear the ooze keeping pace behind him, slashing and dissolving the rusted metal and twisted tubing of the pipeworks. He felt as though, were he to glance behind him, he would see reality and sanity being dismantled in his wake, replaced by that swirling green slime. The Emperor fumed. The fear which had rushed through his system so unexpectedly, as if here were still a mere organic, did not rob him of his essence. He recognized the thing behind him for what it was: an Alien. The fact that an inferior life form had reduced him, him, the First and Only Emperor of the Star Empire of Sol, to running like a coward was nearly enough to make him turn around and face it. Nearly.
But he didn't.
And so he kept running. Running as fast as a cyborg with twenty-thousand years' worth of improvements could, and still the slime was gaining on him. It seemed to suck the light from the rusty promenades before him, and as he took turn after turn, tore through wall after wall, he failed to notice that he could no longer see more than a few feet away, so concentrated was he on the sounds of his pursuer. It was this inattention that led to his blunder into a strangely out-of-place chamber; rusty and unkempt as the pipeworks behind him, but lit by a different light, and absent the sound of a bustling city above.
Absent too, of the sounds of a burbling mass of insanity pursuing him.
Absent not, however, of people.
A single person stood in the center of the room: the agent the Emperor had been waiting to meet. She stepped forward as he entered, and spoke.
"Hello, Brother."