Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 3: Abandoned Park]
09-10-2010, 12:13 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by slipsicle.
The woman grinned cruelly at the Emperor's confusion.
"You've aged, Brother. I checked the entanglement pair upon contact; yours has undergone almost one billion years' worth of additional revolutions than mine. While you've been in this... cowardly mental escape, I've had plenty of time to review your own logs. You're slipping, dear Brother."
The Emperor... no, he was no longer an Emperor... he hadn't been for... how long? He shook his head, hands pressed against his temples as he tried to remember.
"You are old and pathetic now, Brother. Shunned by the galaxy you helped create, ridiculed as an evolutionary throwback! Though your goals of immortalizing our species were realized, without my help, you could naught but spend your days wallowing in the past. And now that you have a true challenge presented to you, now that you have a new purpose, what do you do? Lose yourself in memories! Pathetic! Useless! Here you are faced with an opportunity beyond your imagining! You could break the Cultivator's miserable little worlds with little to no effort, but what do you do instead? You talk and you socialize. These inbred, filthy characatures of humanity, and worthless aliens are beneath your attention! The Cultivator is your true target! Her power is YOURS to take, yet you make no effort towards it! Where is the man that ruled humanity for fifty thousand years? Where is the man that shaped the future of his entire species? What has become of my BROTHER!"
The last word was shouted, the woman's voice nearly breaking with anger.
Shamed, the... man... fell to his knees, finally remembering. Remembering the hubris he'd brought to this conflict, remembering his numerous failures throughout the battle, remembering who he truly was.
"Yes, Brother, now you realize. You were always lost without me. Together, we were strongest."
Yes, they had always worked best in tandem. Nothing was better proof than the day she disappeared; the day his Empire fell.
"That is why I have contacted you now, Brother. For me it has been less than an hour since my disappearance. As has been hinted, yours is not the only multi-universal battle. You see, I am in one too..."
With that, the Hand of Silver looked up, and gathered himself. He looked at his sister with renewed confidence. They grinned at each other.
"First, dear Sister, I must sort things out on the physical plane. Keep this line open. Deliver your report to me when I return."
"As you wish, Brother."
Hoss faded from the room, as control returned to the broken and battered cyborg lying on the ground. Slightly unbalanced, he stood up, right shoulder leaking silvery fluids, face set in a metallic grin, now lacking its artificial skin. Hoss surveyed the battlefield, and, seeing the fragments of Ekelhaft slowly gathering themselves for a renewed assault, sped off towards the edge of the enclosure, determined to bring it down.
The woman grinned cruelly at the Emperor's confusion.
"You've aged, Brother. I checked the entanglement pair upon contact; yours has undergone almost one billion years' worth of additional revolutions than mine. While you've been in this... cowardly mental escape, I've had plenty of time to review your own logs. You're slipping, dear Brother."
The Emperor... no, he was no longer an Emperor... he hadn't been for... how long? He shook his head, hands pressed against his temples as he tried to remember.
"You are old and pathetic now, Brother. Shunned by the galaxy you helped create, ridiculed as an evolutionary throwback! Though your goals of immortalizing our species were realized, without my help, you could naught but spend your days wallowing in the past. And now that you have a true challenge presented to you, now that you have a new purpose, what do you do? Lose yourself in memories! Pathetic! Useless! Here you are faced with an opportunity beyond your imagining! You could break the Cultivator's miserable little worlds with little to no effort, but what do you do instead? You talk and you socialize. These inbred, filthy characatures of humanity, and worthless aliens are beneath your attention! The Cultivator is your true target! Her power is YOURS to take, yet you make no effort towards it! Where is the man that ruled humanity for fifty thousand years? Where is the man that shaped the future of his entire species? What has become of my BROTHER!"
The last word was shouted, the woman's voice nearly breaking with anger.
Shamed, the... man... fell to his knees, finally remembering. Remembering the hubris he'd brought to this conflict, remembering his numerous failures throughout the battle, remembering who he truly was.
"Yes, Brother, now you realize. You were always lost without me. Together, we were strongest."
Yes, they had always worked best in tandem. Nothing was better proof than the day she disappeared; the day his Empire fell.
"That is why I have contacted you now, Brother. For me it has been less than an hour since my disappearance. As has been hinted, yours is not the only multi-universal battle. You see, I am in one too..."
With that, the Hand of Silver looked up, and gathered himself. He looked at his sister with renewed confidence. They grinned at each other.
"First, dear Sister, I must sort things out on the physical plane. Keep this line open. Deliver your report to me when I return."
"As you wish, Brother."
Hoss faded from the room, as control returned to the broken and battered cyborg lying on the ground. Slightly unbalanced, he stood up, right shoulder leaking silvery fluids, face set in a metallic grin, now lacking its artificial skin. Hoss surveyed the battlefield, and, seeing the fragments of Ekelhaft slowly gathering themselves for a renewed assault, sped off towards the edge of the enclosure, determined to bring it down.