[RP] Project Destrillians - The Uprising

“Mithras… what is it?”

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And so Mithras beheld the destruction that unfolded in front of him, and it was glorious. Or perhaps delicious? The smell of flames licking against concrete and steel reminded him of the one (almost disastrous) time he attempted to make an ‘old-fashioned barbeque’. But regretfully, he pushed that thought out of his mind.

Such things could wait until his charge was not quite so distressed at the situation.

“Omelet!” he called out, and then cursed inwardly as he scrambled, rather, to Lux, quickly turning his back to the behemoth’s view as he pushed her out of the way to one side. A fraction of a second later, a beam of liquid heat seared through the air where the two of them had been, petering out into a thin line of roiling magma that splattered onto the tiled floor, smoldering and smoking. Mithras caught the faint whiff of sulfur on the air as they dodged out of the way, which reminded him of an even more disastrous incident involving Doctor Franklin and asparagus.

That distraction was a little easier to divert his attention away from.

“The emperor’s toys are out in force, my dear. Not the work of regular security.” Mithras' voice was firm, commanding, but the same old smile remained on his face. "Seeing his personal pet hounds out from their cages with such urgency - well, it looks like The Man above is directing this parade now. We must do careful business with all these claws and teeth."

Mithras fired once with the gun he had stolen, a meager attempt that left a lovely ping sound ricochet off the beasts belly. He stared at his gun and before forgoing the option to keep it, the companion at his side finally burst with energy, the fists at her side glittering like shiny examination tools.

"Shoot it again!"

Shouldering his rifle with a little more precision this time, he didn't need to be told twice as he strafed off in one direction to draw the beast's attention away from Lux's handiwork. Head pressed against the cheek weld, Mithras kept his face obscured as he continued to rattle off rounds. Another burst of flame narrowly swept overhead as he jumped into a diving roll to avoid being bisected. In the fraction of a second he was still low off the ground, he fired a burst of bullets in return.

It came to him as quite a surprise when the salvo he fired off seemed to slow for a moment, before streaking across the corridor like lasers. The bullets lanced straight through the metallic monster's knee joint, which caused its next attack to go wide of Mithras' position as the hulking brute stumbled and roared in a surprisingly lifelike imitation of fury.

With lightning-fast, practiced precision, Mithras discarded the empty magazine currently seated in his rifle and pushed in a new one, already firing off another volley of bullets. This time, they skirted to the side of the angular head of the machine, just shy of tearing through its glaring, crimson optics. It replied with a gout of flame that blasted everything in the area black. Mithras' clothing protected him from the flames that he couldn't avoid as he dived to safety, but he still felt the terrible, searing heat lick at the sides of his face, pain blossoming from one ear as he rolled into a crouching position again.

In the heat of the moment, he easily ignored the burns and quickly closed the distance between him and the monster as it charged up for another attack. "Need a diversion, little light bulb!"

The acrid smell of burning plastic and molten steel assaulted his senses as he charged towards it - or was it burning flesh? Mithras vaguely hoped that the leftovers of the weekend roast he had in the communal ice box hadn't been thrown out by the mess hall staff yet... and that Lux would pick up on his strategy.
 
Marko

Marko used his shadow leaps to further keep his distance, but the Machina's speed and excessive powerful liquid-like blasts had impeded him from staying away. Marko's mind was tiring out, as he did not expect to use shadow leaping abilities this much to evade it. He used his last leap and reappeared from the furthest end that leads to the recreation room.

Vody continued rampaging to where it assumed Marko was last spotted and unleashed its hellish roars, destroying shards of glass and levelling weak foundations at the current floor where Destrillian and Machina were facing each other. Marko can feel the death and hell of a Machina, he had heard of The Starter's existence prior and only thought it were myths spoken only by the guards and Dr. Ackerman. If he remembered, they were somewhat referenced in those childhood stories she told him: She spoke of 3 Beasts, one a wise turtle, a temperamental dragon and a cunning lizard. It dawned to Marko that the possibility or implication she gave then could mean that they had two more to fight against other than Vody. Once this confrontation is over, he may want to recall most of the stories she told him incase they possessed any veiled details of this horrendous facility.

The Machina had caught eye of Marko and roared back. With quick thinking, he looked to his left and right. The right leads a series of corridors before eventually to the recreation room, while the other path may lead to another dead end where he will certainly face death before any of his comrades reach him. He immediately dashed away from the mighty contraption before the opportunity faded and hastily made his way onwards to his destination with a hurried intent.

If anyone copies, I'm heading straight for the recreation room! I may have trouble lurking behind me though!

With another focus, he used the nearest the shadow of a large pillar to vanish off from his opponent's gaze and hopefully leap out of another shade that is nearest to his destination. His gambit was successful, emerging what appeared to be a substantial distance away and almost near closer to the recreation room. He was still worried however, for there may be another commotion going on there that he was not ready for and due to the fact that shadow forming all over the place appears to be taking a hefty toll on his ability to perform.
 
The mecha-lizard filled out the floor of Basement 5. On one side, a pair of Destrillians, and the other, a Destrillian with a soldier. Both couples seemed unaware of the set on the opposite end. It roiled its neck to the side, brushing against ceiling debris that fell to the floor below, causing tiny bodies to scatter like mice. The tail, swift and just, lanced through the air, attempting to sweep the darkness and the air Destrillians off their feet.

And then there was a noise. A soft, crackling that sounded like popped corn over a blazing fire. The behemoth looked to where the sound originated and breathed fire in the direction of the annoying human with the gun. He ducked and weaved, dodging with an agility most Destrillians had, and its laser-like precision gaze followed every move, attempting to predict the next position. With a thin rope of fire, the mecha managed to graze the gunman, catching fire against his clothes and face.

“Need a diversion, little light bulb!”

Then white fire tore through its metal. It roared, a terrible mechanical grating as its knee joint faltered. With injured haunches, it fell forward, supported by two small arms. The tail was still at the business end of things, swiping in the air at two other Destrillians, so the head and neck followed suit. The bender of light was coating each bullet the soldier was shooting in white fire, cutting through the sheet armour like butter. But they were still only tiny pinholes in the wall.

The claws moved along the walls, suddenly scaling perpendicular to the human’s positions. It hissed and roared, breathing fire down everyone’s necks. Craning it’s neck, the jaw lowered as the hallway shuddered beneath its power, this time expelling another fire blast.

“Mithras!” Lux glanced from the enemy to her comrade in the line of fire. Damn the diversion; his life was at stake!

She had seen the damage the monster was dealing to them both. But he had already dealt with one attack and she doubted that he could handle another and come out relatively unscathed. She leapt over the debris around them and dropped to the floor, using her stolen clothes to help skate her across.

She grabbed him rather urgently and positioned herself in front of him to put herself between the fire and the human. Thrusting her hands out, she called to the lights in the halls and they began to flicker again. Begging them to assist her, she borrowed the legacy of Basement 5 and surrounded their bodies with it. Rather than storing the light and using it as an offensive force, she manipulated and stretched it, bending the luminosity to create a force field around them against the fire. She strained to maintain her defenses, and if the headache poking at her mind wasn’t a reminder that she may be pushing things, the blood dripping from her nose would be.

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The water starter stomped through the halls, taunted by the presence of a Destrillian that flitted by. Speed was not its strong suit for this water Starter, moving along the floor at a steady pace to keep up with the vanishing acts of Destrillian 12. He manipulated the darkness around him to elude the beast, and that only made things worse.

Once it had lost sight of its toy, the bi-pedal reptile roared through the floor, joining in the chorus of its brothers somewhere on Basement 5. The cacophony in the halls was a song that was left little to be desired by its audience.

It had had enough. Tucking in its limbs, the water starter rolled onto its side and with little momentum required, began to somersault through the halls. It crushed through thin walls, doors, soldiers and debris splayed on the basement. The body bounced from steel walls, using the fortifications as a guide like a pinball. Having lost its prey, it was desperate to seek out new victims, and it would crush everything in its path to find something.

And new victims it had.

Barreling down the halls, it crashed into another fortification until its sensors picked up on two bodies.

"You can feel that right? There's something down at the end of that hall. You sure about this?" Ricin asked.

Niya stopped dead in her tracks, her grip tightening on Ricin’s wrist. Eventually the pain began to subside, or perhaps she was acclimatizing to it, either way she wasn’t sure. The thoughts of a Destrillian were close, but the sound that came reeling forward was even louder.

The beast had cut them off suddenly, its body toppling into the wall just adjacent to them. It stopped, unfurled it’s body and stood tall, rubbing its shoulders and metallic shell against the ceiling tiles and light fixtures.

“Oh goodness. We seem to have a handful here, now don’t we?”

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From Basement 4, the leafy chrome monster buried its way through to the bottom floor. Stomping and digging, it crushed through and fell to the bottom floor with a thunderous shudder that rattled the walls of Basement 5.

And it had a welcoming party too.

A handful of Destrillians and two outsiders, the beast rapidly armed itself by shooting out its almost lifelike vines from the bulb upon its back. The lianas struck out, slamming bodies into walls and in some cases, attempting to ensnare them. One Destrillian had been so bold to throw something at it. A javelin? The sharp object pinged off its rough exterior, and the mecha stepped forward to accept the challenge.

There was one way to get the party started.

The pewter petals upon its back began to peel back, flowering for its audience. The leafs pulled back to reveal the main bulb, a thick casket housing one of its main talents. Shuddering in the hall, a gentle pink spore began to expel from the cleft of the bulb, misting the halls and the air the Destrillians breathed with a stun bacterium. The toxin wouldn’t kill them, or even damage their respiratory system, but if taken in, it would attack their lungs into submission and place them into a deep sleep until the authorities could arrive.
 
And there it was, a metallic monster. A death machine pulled straight from a myth; or perhaps a concept for entertainment? Nevertheless, it was something to instil a sense of fear, to chill the very heart of rebellion and murder the dream of escape.

Aquilo would be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t feel fear. Fear was what drove him, in fact. Aquilo stole his strength from the idea of fearing death. While others would run for their lives, Aquilo was trained to kill anything he feared. To channel his fear into his strikes. Though his emotional control had hit a retarded growth, 004’s killing intent, fear and rationality-in-battle were honed to a near-perfect point.




‘The strong person is not the good wrestler. Rather, the strong person is the one who controls himself when he is angry’



A quote- who’s inventor remains unknown- that Callaghan embedded into Aquilo. IT wasn’t delightful guidance or advice for him. No, this quote was the basis of Aquilo’s element. Like anger, the wind can be fierce and relentless. It can never be completely muffled; you can only wait for it to pass. If Aquilo were to lose it completely, he would rip himself and any being around him to dust. On the other hand, Aquilo can never be too calm, too timid.

Without hesitation, 004 backed away from the Mecha’s swinging range, his heart pumped at an intense speed: who’s wouldn’t? Aquilo quickly sized up his options as the enemy seemed to be distracted by going’s on at its rear: His element would need a few charged strikes to be significant, but perhaps he could aim for the joints in the lizard-like mech limbs? Just like the bones in an arm, Aquilo pondered. Nevertheless, he took a glance at Izanami, before launching towards the currently pre-occupied enemy.

Aquilo sized up that the AI in the machine probably processed in a method that took into account the various probability outcomes, and choose combatants that way- though he couldn’t be sure how the AI actually picked its battles: was it against the weakest, or the highest risk factor?

Aquilo flung his two arms forward in a swift, whipping motion which released twin razor-winds, one after the other. Both were aimed toward the machine’s left leg joint. They both landed without a hitch- but also without much damage- though, he did manage to shear into the metal, ever so slightly. A decent start by any accounts. Aquilo quickly rolled to the left, as he flung a sizable chunk of debris into the oncoming counter of the monster’s tail.


“Oh shit shit shit…. This is going to be tougher than I thought.”

He muttered, as panic was strung across as he pulled himself back again, away from a back-handed swipe from the machine. 30 seconds later, this was followed by a heavy push of wind ejected from Aquilo’s palms which launched him into a back flipping retreat.

“Oh shit!”

Aquilo seemed to have diverted the attention back to his side of the corridor- its sizable mass aimed directly down it. Did Aquilo just sign his own death warrant?
 

Izanami



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It was a grand machine indeed. Its tail lashed out towards Izanami and Aquilo, which meant that it was preoccupied with something on the other side of the room. Why else would it turn its back on two targets? There was also gun fire that can be heard under the the cacophony of the mechanical beast. That was good. It meant that they had more opportunities to pound away at it. Dodging its latest attack, Aquilo went on the offensive. The most logical action was to join him. Gripping onto the i beam which she deflected, Izanami reduced the gravity around it and lifted it high above her head as if a large cudgel and charged. Just as she had expected, the machine concentrated on Aquilo, who attacked first and while it swung its tail and Izanami struck then. The I beam was shot high into the air before Izanami returned and then increased the gravity around it. The heavy steel beam rammed squarely on the back of the beast with a resonating ring of metal on metal. How effective much blunt force damage was to it was unknown, but it was a start. The duo's collective attack did bring its attention back to them and Izanami swiftly back pedaled away.

“Oh shit!”

Well, bludgeoning it to death seems to be now out of the window.

There was plenty of flat metal paneling and beams around that was perfect to be used as projectiles and that was what Izanami did. Without waiting, she launched two I beams and 2 large panels directly at the head of the machine
 
It had been an interesting observation of events for Euon to conduct. Ever creeping in the shadows, ever watching. His long run through their collective crypt had eventually lead to other opened tombs, signs of siblings older and perhaps younger having long since fled. A curiously cut off pathway leaving signs of an ulterior motive or perhaps a more devious destrillian locked away. Regardless, guards closing and restraints binding some swift movement to depart upon an alternate route eluded the forces neatly. The distance closed and the siblings vanished with a mess of signs and halted path, Euon contemplated alternate possibilities to use his time for as a great rumbling shook the level.

After brief debate over these possibilities and the chances it became clear that without sufficient knowledge of the entire structure of the complex it was incredibly unlikely he would miraculously find a way to his intended goal. Instead, such a thing was dog-eared in the book of mind and set aside in lieu of the unknown quaking. Skittering away as fast as legs would carry, Euon focused his mind on signs of anything through some unknown mental message spouted. Before him unfolded an earnest clue, a discoloured substance upon the ground before him. Wounded? A possibility. It was no blood of his own but it would explain a patrol so close to this particular pathing. Squatting slowly to lean in with bound arms and torso it was apparent that whoever this character was had doubled back, some fresher blood over congealed old and murky footprints. At least they gave a direction to follow in. The clue to the identity was also apparent to a degree, it seemed to in some way have the same angry discolouration of his own envenomed veins.

"Ricin." Declared the Destrillian to himself. One of the others he had certainly heard of but had an absolute zero of contact with. It was under Dr. Shen's directive that the two should never come together for the sake of their personalities or a combined attempt to poison the entire complex. At least, the latter was the logical deduction and the former the open statement. Turning eyes towards the other end of the corridor it was charred, blackened and gnarled by an explosion. As a great crash sounded the poisonous being deftly made for the corner, witnessing a group gathering at a distance and the almost inspiring sight of one rather unusual mechanical marvel.

As the restrained Destrillian initially was taken aback by the proportion of this thing after some degree of pondering it made sense that perhaps these machinations were to restrain or return through brute force and not to destroy. A brief, burning anger surface within, as his back pressed against the cold metal a twitch in his hand itched with the urge to shatter the beasts in recompense for the treatment of he and his siblings enshrined like dishonoured dead not permitted to be buried. This would be their birth, the end - No, anger would not serve him. It was also of logical deduction that as a weapon better suited for the elimination of organic targets was to be more effectively utilised against a different kind of menace. The possibility of unveiling himself at this point would potentially only serve to distract and thus injure siblings.
 
Ricin

“Oh goodness. We seem to have a handful here, now don’t we?”

Ricin braced himself as the creature stood. Both of his feet stood firmly planted on the ground. "A metal turtle?"

He raised his left hand to his mouth and bit into it, just enough to break the skin. He repeated the same action with his other hand. Both hand wounds bled, and the poisonous liquid seemed to heavily flow, covering both hands in a slick wet substance that hardened at his will.

His muddy eyes flashed, his body tensed. And the giant contraption spotted them. Ricin did not feel ready for battle, but he would do anything required to get out of here, anything to escape with Doctor Miller. It was that hope that gave him the strength to lung head on at the creature.

He ran fast, fists armored with a hardened toxin and just before arching his arm back he spun right in a quick motion to dodge the creature and land a side blow. This was more than enough time for Niya to react to the distracted creature. "Strike!" It was more of a command than a suggestion.

His right fist connected, and the hardened poison shattered on impact leaving his acidic blood eating away a fist sized hole in the large creature. A distraction was all he could try at this point.
 
As the fiery onslaught ceased, Mithras looked down at the young woman protecting the both of them from the machine. Around them, the floors and walls (and even the ceiling) had been entirely scorched black, with some of the ceramic tiling still glowing red. The walls directly facing the brunt of the attack had been melted entirely, hot, acrid slag puddling slowly onto the floor, and the smell of burning plastic could be smelt wafting in from the adjoining room. All the while, the angry mechanical monstrosity bellowed a long, continuous roar - a scream of metal. It was crippled and on the defensive, but it was still not to be trifled with. And, as Mithras watched it stumbling onto all fours to regain some semblance of balance, it was clearly still a threat.

Though Mithras' mind was still an empty mess of different words and garbled nonsense, there was little to say to Lux, who was by now definitely feeling the strain of her Destrillian limits. Gently scooping her up off her feet, he took off directly towards the behemoth, boots thundering against the smoking coals that was now the floor. Even as the monster's mouth began to spark and sputter, Mithras launched himself off the ground, skirting over its head as it unleashed a gout of liquid fire where he had been a fraction of a second ago. Landing on what seemed to be the base of its neck, He immediately knelt down to lower his center of gravity as the mechanical brute impulsively bucked in an attempt to to shake them off.

The soldier looked for what was supposed to be a hatch or panel, located on the machine. He had seen blueprints for these creations, certainly, so he cursed his luck when he found none. Still, Mithras recalled one of his sayings - in for a penny, in for a pound - and though he had no idea what either of those things were, he knew the spirit of the meaning behind those words, and embraced it wholeheartedly by reaching down for the closest seam in the machine's armor. He could feel the burning in every fiber of his muscles as he pulled against the armor plate, tendons visibly straining from his hand all the way up to his neck. The armor itself audibly groaned, straining under the crushing pull, but unyielding to his strength.

In what appeared to be a reflex action, the beast's tail immediately whipped up in an attempt to bisect the two where they stood. Mithras barely ducked in time, hearing the thrumming vibration of the blade adorning its length as it shaved past his right ear. He spotted a camera lens seated a little further back on its tail ridge, and with one hand he brought his gun to bear on the dark, beady eye, shattering the optics with practised precision. Mithras knew whatever this monstrosity was seeing, Viola's security would also see, and he had no intention of being caught in his little game just yet. In any case, he mused, the less faculties the machine had available with which to function, the better. Killing birds with stones was outdated when it could be done with an assault rifle.

The slab of armor plate protecting the beast's neck rattled as the blade clanged against it in its efforts to unseat them from its back, and in that moment inspiration struck. "Let's lead our little spider's sting to its owner!"

Even as its vision was neutered, however, the tail lunged out at the pair, plunging downwards with explosive speed. Mithras spun around violently to deflect it as it came down towards them, the feeling of its knife edge sliding off his back like that of a burning whip. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he watched Lux have the last word, a silver tendril of light trailing down from above, coating the machine's tail as it whipped past him. The sheath of light that wrapped itself around the tip knifed straight through the armor plate, cleaving through multiple plates protecting the beast's neck. Even as it withdrew its tail, Mithras dived in for the kill, tearing loose panels off with fervour and plunging his free hand into the massive cords and wires that made up the behemoth's electronics.

Black hydraulic fluid welled up between Mithras' fingers, sticky and viscous, as he clenched the braids of 'muscle' that made up the monster's neck with an iron grip. Its movement already erratic, the bladed tail whipped above them as the beast continued to roar in impotent fury. A knife of flame shot out from its mouth again as if in defiance of its position, indiscriminately burning and melting all of its surroundings as its aggressors struggled to retain a foothold on its back. Mithras could feel the atmosphere around them heating up like a furnace as the floor around them was subjected to the roaring heat once again.
 
Tarlach

The spear melted and reformed into liquid steel as Tarlach eyed the machine monstrosity's top. Something opened up as some particles started blowing out from the top.

"Shoot. Don't breath for the next few seconds!" the steel user cried out as he sent the melted steel to the top of the machine and reformed it into a cover over the bulb to hopefully stop all of the gas from coming out. Tarlach smiled a bit as he started to back off from the advancing spores.

"I can't get close with the remaining spores and there's not enough iron or carbon here to make steel." Tarlach called out.
 
Dr. Ayaka Mizushima stood on top of the communications tower not believing her eyes. The wind was blowing hard with the coming storm. Diagonal rain fell on her black hair with blonde and redhead streaks. The rain was starting to soak her white dress and white buttoned shirt with blood splattered across the front. Her black ribbon tie was loose as if she was in a struggle. Her black leather dress shoes were soaked in blood, yet the rain started to wash it away. She looked like a doll from the 1950s set in a place she didn't belong. Her face had a look of shock with an open mouth. A tear started to sliding down her left cheek.

Ayaka's father was standing in front of the exit to the top. It was investor Tadashi Mizushima of Viola Corporation. Tadashi was slightly bent fowards holding his right hand out. A woman who looked exactly like Ayaka in a black jacket, white shirt, and black jeans stood in front of Tadashi. Her hair was all black and slightly longer than Ayaka's hair. Tadashi and the woman looked like they were collaborating something on the communications tower before being interrupted by Ayaka and Rosaos Zabat. Rosaos piloted a drone with four propellers to get them there, but Tadashi and the woman only looked at Ayaka as she jumped out the drone. Rosaos landed the drone near the edge.

The woman yelled at Tadashi, "What is this?! Is this her?!" Tadashi looked like he was going to lose his mind. Tadashi started to yell, "Ayaka, I'm sorry! I know it was unnatural, but I ..." It wasn't Dr. Ayaka Mizushima he yelled that to. He was yelling to the woman. Ayaka stood staring at Tadashi's real daughter knowing her own memories were only implants, but the recent realization of her life being fabricated since Tadashi's daughter was in a coma angered her too much. Ayaka yelled, "Noooo!" She raised her right hand towards Tadashi's daughter, and her hydrokinesis kicked it. The human body is roughly 70% water. Tadashi's daughter exploded like a water balloon over Tadashi and the console he was working on. Rosaos raised his pistol at Tadashi's head. Tadashi started screaming at the horror, "Ayaka! My daughter! What did you do?! Why did you kill my daughter?!" Then, Rosaos shot Tadashi in the head.

6 Months Earlier

Rosaos Zabat landed his dive ragnum in the docks of Zambezi, which was an underwater research facility. It was 8'. He stepped out of the suit on the dock once the air was pumped into the space. Rosaos looked like he stepped out of a 1950s science fiction film. He wore a white buttoned shirt with gray trousers. His dark brown hair was slicked back. He was also clean shaven. He reached for a box of donuts and his bag from the cockpit. It was going to be a long day. The construction of the facility started a year ago and was almost completed. Rosaos was part of the crew hired to build Zambezi. He was later hired by Viola Corporation as a technician and was asked to be an instructor and assistant to Dr. Ayaka Mizushima of Viola Corporation.

Zambezi only had a few people in it because research recently began. It was also designed to be Viola Corporation's underwater city. Part of the research was how to develop an environment that could sustain itself. Ayaka came back from the surface with sushi for her lunch break. She wanted to try eating in the cafeteria for once. She started looking around. The place was empty, so she sat at a table near the entrance. Rosaos walked in and sat in front of her with a box of doughnuts. Ayaka had a blank face as usual. She has never eaten lunch with him.
 
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Lux struggled to maintain the mental façade between the mechanics and the two of them. The flames bounced off the invisible barrier, ricocheting against the floor, ceiling and walls, leaving behind charred remnants of Viola’s face. She thought she felt her body moving, but she wasn’t quite sure. The pounding in her head demanded her attention, and she squinted her eyes, trying to hold it at bay.

When her feet touched a hot metal surface, Lux realized she had moved. Or rather, he had moved her forward. His hands left her body and began to work fervently on the beast below them, ripping at the metallic skin. Their surface rumbled with displeasure, and Lux shifted her footing to stay afloat.

Just before the attack from behind, Lux took one second- and one second was all she needed- to notice something different about Mithras. His hands hooked under the layer of metal, peeling away the sheet with unparalleled strength… for a human. From the beginning, she thought something odd about him, and not in just the way he spoke, and as she observed him in that moment, she knew that she’d need to keep an even closer eye on him.

Then the air whistled behind her and the tail whipped down towards her. Out of habit, as if controlling the waves and currents of light in the air around her, she raised her hands and coated the tail with a blanket of luminescence, passing Mithras’ body by a hair, and cutting into the flesh of the monster. At that, Mithras wasted no time in gaining the upper hand.

“Think we can take this thing all the way to the top?” She called, almost answering to Mithras over the flaming and the mechanical roars around them.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed a few wayward beams falling towards them. Except, they weren’t so much as falling as they were… being thrown? One girder clipped a wing of their ride, causing it to buck once. Lux threw her hands up again, orchestrating the manipulation of her photo-friends to shield them from another errant rafter, watching it bounce off her invisible wall away from them. Was the floor crumbling around them, or was there another source to these attacks?

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Spotting the two Destrillians, the water mech stopped in its tracks and turned all its attention to them. Standing tall, the shell brushed the ceiling, causing tiles to rain down upon the two wayward projects.

Ricin was the first to act. Niya watched puzzled as he bit into his hands and bolted ahead of her, zigzagging so as to avoid any attack until he leapt from the ground and struck the beast. He called- well, ordered- her to strike and she stood for a second contemplating it. Her fingers flexed with loose static and she needed to time it right. As soon as she saw his hand separate from the metal sheet, she swept her hand forward and shoot a bolt of lightning ahead.

The lightning struck the mark of Ricin’s attack, in hopes that if he exposed any circuitry, she could short it with little thwarting on its part. However, as she waited for the beast to shut down, she was sorely disappointed when it pawed its belly with one hand, seemingly scratching it like they had irritated it.

Niya bit her bottom lip and struck her fist into the wall closest to her, gripping for the wires to feed her signature. Seducing the currents, Niya sped forward, dashing along the floor to try and a frontal attack.

“Better step aside if you don’t wanna get shocked.” She grinned to Ricin as she passed him, sidling up to the water mech and smashing her hand into the same spot Ricin had previously struck, this time seeking out the wires inside to try a full frontal assault. However, she misjudged its reflexes and speed until it turned and backhanded her body with a single blow across the hall.
 
OOC: Something short. Cookie, you can take control of teh arrow immediately since it has just left her hand.

Izanami
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The two I beams ram home against the mech. One hit squarely on its wing whilst the other, through the smoke and dust, seemed to just bounce of something invisible. Izanami wasn't sure if it was the smoke stinging her eyes or whether the mech has some form of shielding capability. However, it was unlikely. Why did it trigger for one of the beams, but not the other? In addition to that, it was beating itself with its tail and things were falling off from the top. There were only a few reasons why it was doing that and the most probable was that there were some "flies" that require more attention than herself and Aquilo. If that was the case, then this was a golden opportunity for the duo to do some damage. Izanami lined her hands in front and formed a straight line of gravity points within the concrete floor. As she instantly clenched both fist, the concrete around the points were crushed and compressed into a flat arrow shape. Just before Izanami was about to launch the now sharp and hardened arrow straight into the gullet of the mech, a sharp pain stabbed her right in the temple and dropping her to one knee. The arrow hovered uneasily as Izanami was struggling to hold it up.

Curses.... Haven't used my powers in ages... Gotten rusty...Aquilo. Are you able to give me a hand? Use your powers to help me launch this straight into the gut of that thing.

Gritting her teeth, Izanami summoned all her strength and shot the arrow towards the Mech. As expected, the velocity it was traveling at was below that of what she wanted. It now rested on Aquilo to do something to give it enough power to skewer the giant mech.


 
[OOC: Please let me know if my post needs work; I've been quite busy recently and haven't been able to focus as much on this post. My load should lighten after next week]..

This was something of an amazing experience for Aquilo. It wasn't that it was filled with glee at the oppertunity of battle, but the idea of having to rely on istinct alone is something that got Aquilo's heart racing. Perhaps it was the same idea behind Horror Movies and rollercoster: Fear is the greatest buzz, the greatest excitement in this world.




Nevertheless, if he didn't keep going, this mecha-lizard would flatten his guts. Aquilo continued to weave around, too'ing an fro'ing like a gentle breeze. He was steadily launching towards his target, his plans somewhat being malformed on the fly. Aquilo already knew by now that his singular attempts at crushin his opponent was certainly a lost cause. Both the projectiles he'd launched, and his razor wind had been quite ineffective. Of course, through the process of elimination.He came to the idea that the only thing that could save them now was divine intervention- or perhaps a team attack. Luckily, Izanami had then chosen the time to purpose one.


“...Aquilo. Are you able to give me a hand? Use your powers to help me launch this straight into the gut of that thing. “


Aquilo-without a bit of hesistation- acted. Battle- a real battle- was already an immense buzz for him.


One with a tendency to over act, Aquilo began his sprint. As the make-shift spear shot- slower than normally- from Izanami's span of control, Aquilo pushed from the floor-with a weak gust accelerating and increasing his height- and, with some hair-trigger accuracy, He aimed a kick right at the very end of the frame. As the front of his foot was just about to strike the weapon, Aquilo gathered all of the air currents he could pull and- with a split-second “bang”, the medium sized dust ball which had formulated infront of Aquilo's foot exploded... WHOOSH!


The spear's accelerated shot up. The speed might have been about double-or maybe faster- than the original speed. But, Aquilo wasn't finished. As he landed, He clicked his fingers and- For only about 15 seconds, the wind-the air itself- stilled and almost disappeared. Aquilo had lowered the density of the air in the space between himself ,and Izanami, and the Mecha. This allowed the Spear to keep its consistant travel speed.


These high-spec techniques didn't go unpunished of course. Aquilo's left ear was leaking blood, his nose pouring and his brain... Well, one would say it was like the sensation of daggers, piercing his lobes.


Was it worth it all? Was the attack all for nought? They would have to wait an see, as the Spear connected with the mythological Mech- the sound of metal being torn apart rung through the corridor; Aquilo was in too much pain to register it.
 
Ayaka looked at the box of doughnuts and asked, "Can I please try a doughnut with creme filling?" Rosaos smiled and replied, "Sure." It was rare for Ayaka to smile, but she never had a doughnut with creme filling. She's usually very serious at work, and she doesn't spend much time outside of her house unless she's cultivating plants or tending to her rock garden. They were scheduled to go through the holding cells of what they were researching. Ayaka found a way to splice animal and plant cells together by using destrillian research. The first project was in cryogenic slumber for years until her research found a way to accelerate its healing. She was named Project 0.

Earlier experimentation left Project 0 with a malformed body and health complications, so she was placed into a cryogenic tube. The original experiment was about finding out how the human body can become resilient to radiation. The result was the creation of a mutant. Ayaka started experimenting on her after transporting her cryogenic tube to Zambezi. Project 0 began to eventually mutate into a stronger version of herself. She looked like a female bodybuilder with vines for hair and pink flowers growing out of her skin. She has been a holding cell to rest.

They made their way to the holding cells after finishing lunch. Ayaka wanted to see if Project 0 survived the radiation she was given. Ayaka was successful. Project 0 had a day to rest. She looked recovered because she fed off the radiation. She was naked in her holding cell with pink flowers blossoming on her skin better than before. She slowly walked to the glass while Rosaos unlocked the door with a card key. Ayaka said, "She's naked. She took her gown off." Ayaka was going to walk into the holding cell to check Project 0, but she quickly walked out.

They didn't expect Project 0 to be this energetic. They also didn't expect to be hit with growing vines from her hair. The vines pushed Rosaos back by a foot. Ayaka's back hit the wall. Project 0 started running. Then, they ran after her. The corridors lead outside. Zambezi had an outer dome to keep the water out. It wasn't too deep, so the light from the outside world could be seen. Project 0 ran through the streets. Rosaos was catching up with Ayaka following behind. Project 0 was running into things and throwing them behind her. Rosaos pulled out his pistol and shot Project 0 twice in the back.
 
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Mithras' muscles strained with the effort of keeping the metal beast pacified, and in all honesty he wasn't doing a fantastic job. He was only one person, on top of a giant, bucking mechanical dragon, whose tail was still snapping back and forth, dangerously close to their necks - it quickly learned from Mithras' gambit and instead of driving its white-hot, bladed tip downwards on the two it swept over their heads in a side-to-side motion, seeking to bisect the pair or neatly decapitate them. He had Lux by his side, cradling her by one arm, though, and what he could not achieve by himself perhaps she could - with some help from her razor-like light powers. Another dramatic lurch backward by the monstrosity further hastened his decision as his back foot slipped and brought him down on one knee, bracing himself by propping his heel up between two armor plates - at best giving him a tenuous foothold, though he noticed the heel of his boot becoming slightly sticky, the rubber softening through the blistering heat of the surrounding area.

He didn't plan on such a gambit working for too long. Time was short, and without Lux's help their time would be even shorter.

A sudden change in pace followed, however, as the beast began to turn erratically on the spot, accompanied by a loud ringing noise, the distinct sound of steel clashing with steel. An attack from elsewhere? Mithras spared precious seconds to whip his head around to check his surroundings properly, though the effort was mostly futile amongst the thick haze of smoke now flooding the hallway. As Mithras often noted, however, 'mostly' was not 'totally' "unless totally would mean most of it", and he spotted shadows in amongst the flitting, red glare of fire and smog. Perhaps allies, though assumptions could be deadly.

Mithras fondly recalled an incident involving Jared Vargas, assumptions, and a large bottle of baby oil, before his mind (temporarily) snapped back into reality fast enough for him to evade another sweeping attack. This time the blade caressed the small of his back as the metal behemoth's tail whipped around for another pass again at Mithras and Lux. Ignoring the odd rush of pain blossoming at the base of his spine, Mithras gently guided Lux by the elbow with his free hand in the direction of exposed plating at the back of the beast's neck, picking the most coherent thought from his mind to relay his intentions.

"Down center aisle, next to the pasta sauces!"

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Up in the Security command room, Vargas took a long, hard pull at the tumbler of whiskey in his hand before roughly pouring himself another one and setting it down on the holographic projector hard enough for the projection of the facility to flicker briefly. To the side, Rosin quietly tapped at her notebook, and all around them security personnel continued to work at their stations - but the atmosphere was awkward to the point that no-one even dared to cough to break the silence.

Rosin decided to bite. "Alex was at the meeting upstairs, and he said the order to release the Starters was directly from the President himself, not any of the others -"

"Of course it was from the fucking President himself! What the hell do you think this is for?" Vargas growled, emptying his umpteenth glass with impressive gumption. It had always been clear that he was rather touchy about having his authority overridden - whiskey was normally reserved for quenching only the most furious of the fires in his belly. High levels of stress in situations like these did no favours for him either. "We always have to make these sorts of... concessions for the board. Every now and then they turn out like these giant fucking robot death machines. R&D love this shit but at the very least they keep it in the garage. What does the old man do? Takes them out for a night on the town, except the town is the goddamn facility and everyone is going to be fucked because of it."

Rosin risked a glance up at the Chief of Security, who was still torn between eyeballing the now-refilled glass, and eyeballing a vague area of the holographic projection. "You don't believe the Starters will contain them," she murmured. Not a question, but a statement.

"For crying out loud, Doctor Franklin, there are at least twelve of these bloody projects running around, maybe more if my count is right, not to mention the Faiz brats running around. The Starters would be fine if we had to bury all of them, but the good CEO wants to 'contain' them," Vargas grouched, waggling his fingers in an air quote, "so in all of his omniscience he decides to put giant holes in the ceilings and floors just to get to them. I'm giving the order to pull back whatever personnel remains on the bottom floor and regroup up on B3 and B2."

One of the other security advisors nervously piped up. "But sir, shouldn't we reinforce the Starters if they're at such risk of failing?"

"The Starters are a losing cause, Murrow, and we just gave them free access to Basement Four," the Chief huffed, savoring the burn of yet another shot of whiskey as it trickled down his throat. He decided to fix his gaze upon the projected breaches on the bottom floor, as the automated retreat orders reached the scattered, scurrying specks of soldiers still remaining. "With an enemy like this, they'll take a mile for every inch we give, and at this rate of stupidity and bravado, this whole Facility will be lost. Refit and respecialise on Basement Two, and reinforce new blockades on Three."
 
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