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 Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 9:32 am
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 - Click for BGM-
Somehow you managed to get here.
There is no external entrance, for more than a cave, it's a fissure on the ground, an alteration from Gaia's surface, just like Tenshi's current state, unpredictable and secretive.
The so called Emoticon Hero, no longer under her will and rather, it dying slowly as the time passes by, lies here, resting. Thinking on her next plans.
The place is dark, cold and decrepit, filled only with stolen machine parts and working monitors that keeps an eye on great parts of Gaia, she seemingly connected to them.
Light never reaches to this place. If it manages to, it comes inside in an eerie blue glow. A faint and cold one that, rather than comforting, only spikes your adrenaline to either run away or run further.
This is the lair of the Mechanical Demon who was once a hero. A fallen angel, succumbed by darkness, ever watching and thinking on her next actions. |
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 10:34 pm
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The cloaked Pirate frigates high above disgorged their mechanical progeny, and a small flotilla of troop transports and shuttles converged on the target area. In his own shuttle, Ridley sat silently as it drew close to the surface of Gaia. This biomechanical....thing would be a most valuable asset, to be sure, and he was surprised High Command has so strongly supported his plan to acquire it. The other Commanders were usually so narrow-minded, so set in their ways which always resulted in failure. He had honestly expected one of them to suggest rebuilding Mother Brain again instead.
There was a slight shuddering impact as the shuttle touched down. Space Pirate troopers poured out of its access hatches, joining their comrades who had also landed. Normally Ridley would have gone in himself, but paranoia had set in somewhat. Not only was the entity he sought very volatile and likely to turn hostile, but he was unsure of his enemy Samus Aran's whereabouts following their last confrontation. If there was one thing he didn't need right now, it was the Galactic Federation or their superpowered lapdog barging in and ruining everything.
Ridley stepped out onto solid ground and addressed his troops, assigning them defensive positions and instructions for dealing with Subject Delta-Seven (as he had designated it) should it go on the offensive. A small guard detail he brought with him, and they began scouting the area, searching for the target. There did not appear to be any sign of Delta-Seven.
"No trace, sir," the lead Pirate growled. "Perhaps it's taken shelter underground. What should we do?"
"Hurrrmm," Ridley rumbled, considering his options. A drilling operation might provoke hostilities. Finally he spoke up:
"We wait. It's more likely Subject Delta-Seven will come to us, and when it does, we will be ready. Take up defensive positions. If it shows itself, do not engage, or the entity will more than likely turn hostile."
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 10:45 pm
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". . ."
Nothing could escape her eyes, her ears, her senses. . .at all.
The whole city of Aekea, at some point, was dominated by her power, though subtly. It's something those medling GiB agents learnt the bad way, one escaping to tell the tale. At least that will keep him away. . .if not bring towards her an amout of technology that she so much seeks.
"Should I, or shouldn't I?" she asked nobody, her body laying limp in the crysalid she had formed for her own. On the far corners of her head, she sensed a raging battle starting from one of her 'blessed' ones, even if he was . . . childish. Power for will? What kind of pathetic exchange is that? Will only brings up failure to comply, and she was just going to prove her point. She had by far started to sketch a plan to punish his chosen Angel for defying her into having a will of his own. Will doesn't help perfection or evolution, it stucks it for it breeds indecision, yet another fault.
Then again, about those visitors. . .
An image covered in shadows came towards her, it showing only eerie glows of green light.
"No" a cold and simple reply "Not when he hasn't yet made his choice. . . The only one he'll be able to grasp for now. . ."
The figure vanished just as that, leaving her alone yet again.
"Still. . . it might be. . .fun"
A hooming signal, beeping. That ought to make him easy for her to find. . . As for the ones following him, they ought to make perfect choices for her first Angel to play with. . .
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