DBZ Legends - PG 13

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DBZ Legends - PG 13; Retsof-Darr 1st fan fic
Topic Started: Jan 1 2009, 04:48 PM (844 Views)
BattleMetal	Nov 3 2009, 10:29 PM Post #46
Posts: 472 Group: Member Member #3,821 Joined: November 24, 2008	Chapter 40: The Berserkers Chaos. Pain. Hate. Khoens mind was lost to the change, he roared as his arm was gripped, twisted at the elbow by fiery hands, kicks cracking over his jaw. Strong hands twisting his arm, throwing him to the deck. Crashing heavily onto his back. He growled getting up and uppercutted the puny beast into the air. His eyes glowed red, a blast of power roaring from his mouth blazing into sky. * The dark figure watched the fight from afar, standing atop a cliff, crimson glow shining from his visor of his helmet. Argoths red cloak billowed behind him, double edged sword buried into the ground at his feet, hands clasped over the top of the hilt. * -BOOM- The flaming body scattered across the ground. Khoen chased, bounding forward on his knuckles, somersaulting in the air before slamming his fists down, missing, smashing deeply into the ground. Dozens of punches bounced off his chest and face, he toppled back. Snarling, swinging a giant haymaker over its jaw, spinning it to the ground. Sudden pain stung his chest, purple fire blazed into him, pushing him back, his ape feet dragging over the earth. Khoen pushed into the beam of purple power, flexing his fists, white fireballs exploding on the ground as his nemesis leapt into the air, mushroom cloud of smoke and flames scorching behind it. Pulverising Khoens ape like face with a giant boulder, ramming it into his brow. The solid rock exploded on impact, smaller rocks shooting off in multiple directions. Khoens toppled backwards, belting Regole back with two hooks as he fell. Both monsters rolled on the ground. They quickly stood up and circled each other, Regole snarled and leaped forward. The battle raged on. * In the smoking remains of Sagitan city, a section of road began lift upwards, pushed by pistons, revealing a dark hole under the street. A single unit Walker Tanks, numbering forty, stomped into sight. Small, light Skimmer cannons shot out. Rolling on spheres the Beam Cannons followed. Behind the armada came a hulking machine, the War Tank, that travelled on four triangular treads on either side. Appearing massive and bulky in comparison to the sleeker limbed Walker Tanks as they uniformly moved forward. Yellow camo armour marked with slight scratches and dents from previous combat encounters, layer upon layer of steel plated armour designed for heavy combat. Its main cannon jutted out from the front, sticking out from its long body, twelve turrets positioned along its flanks with six barrel shooters on each. A large bombardier mortar cannon at its rear for maximum damage and protection firing shells that could decimate entire city blocks. Dess ordered the troops to march out to the location of the wounded WereZarus Saiyans and retrieve their bodies. Zorn wounded from his encounter with the Black Mask KDU was placed inside an Healing Chamber, body surrounded by green liquid which calmly moved round him breathing through a mask that pumped oxygen into his lungs. He was still conscious, his ruptured ear drums where slowly repairing so he felt Dess’s voice communicated with him through speakers that fed sound harmlessly into the healing tank, vibrating into his body echoing like morse code. Suddenly swarms of giant moths fluttered through the gaping hole in the damaged Dome wall invading the ruined city. The faster Skimmer Cannons shot ahead, as fast as bullets, opening fire with their revolving gattling cannons in quick bursts, white bolts ripping into the main body of the swarm of giant insects, blowing them out of the air. The Walker Tanks opened fire too as the swarm fluttered upwards into the roof, their explosive blasts killing dozens with each bolt: they fired hundreds of bolts into them. The Skimmers circled round the warped, damaged bodies of Rains, Zico and Ciera till the rest of the armada caught up. A single Skimmer shot off in the direction of Lucian, the two man crew picking up his weak power level further in the distance of the city. Within moments all the Saiyan children where put into a medic unit Walker, carefully the centaurs handled the broken unconscious bodies. The medic Walker made its way back towards the underground base, the raised section of road closing behind it with a bang. Dess and his men approached the outer Domes wall through the gaping hole, viewing the fight between the savage monsters, the Saiyan and the abomination. Dess explained to Zorn what he was seeing, what Khoen had become. The Saiyan boy had turned into a smaller form but no less dangerous or savage of the mighty Oozaru Great ape. A white stripe of hair travelling up his tail to his forehead, sparking with energy every attack he did. Appearing more agile even more aggressive than a normal Oozaru; all out attack, no defence, full of rage. Fighting with his entire being. Its attacks completely focused on Regoles now larger more bestial form, smaller than Khoen Berseker state, appearing like a freakish four legged Oozaru thing himself. They fought like rabid dogs, taking bites out of each other, attacking with lethal force, neither giving an inch. Their energies lighting up the clear dark night in flashes of purple and white that stretched out into the horizon. The monsters fight was leading away from the ruined city. Argoth remained unnoticed, remaining motionless above the cliff top surveying the battle and the newly arrived Darrian armada that came from inside the city of Sagitan. Edited by BattleMetal**, Nov 4 2009, 06:40 PM.



BattleMetal	Nov 21 2009, 10:44 AM Post #47
Posts: 472 Group: Member Member #3,821 Joined: November 24, 2008	Chapter 41: The Kraken The Berzerkers flew high into the air, punching and biting before both slammed heavily into the ground, pulverising solid rock into sand. The ground shifted and moved, trembling like it was alive, a low groan growled into the night, rumbling from below. Khoen smashed his right fist down repeatedly on top of Regoles skull, cracking sounds echoing out. General Dess had ordered his armada to stand firm and wait upon his command to open fire should Khoen fail. Khoen should be strong enough to defeat Regole, if they fired on his tail and removed it now then they would have to deal with Regoles full power. With only a small force it would be suicide to engage him. He had to trust in Khoens ability. Khoen was much stronger than the other Saiyan children by a mixture of his own natural power and the Prime 3’s tampering. He wasn’t just a portion stronger but vastly surpassed any of his cousins and his twin sister. The Prime 3 took an interest in the boy after the incident in Piscon city four years ago when Zorn was forced to fight against the other five Saiyan children in their Oozaru states. The others lost their minds as Oozarus attacking Zorn, fierce and savage, all of their anger and fury focused on him entirely but Khoen with no training had some ability of control and tried to help subdue his cousins. Khoen knew his family blamed Zorn for the deaths of their parents after they invaded the record Vault, learning of secrets from years past before it was destroyed in the ensuing battle. Zorn was unable to fight all of them at once, overwhelmed he was forced to reveal the Saiyans greatest weakness to Dess’s troops, remove the tail and they will return to normal. They are true Saiyans, stubborn and proud. Khoen is all to aware of this and made his choice to keep his secrets. Why he believes in Zorn only Khoen knows. Dess thought to himself. The Walker Tanks and Skimmer Cannon fanned out in front of the outer Domes wall, guarding the damaged gaping hole in the wall. The Beam Cannons rolling out covering the frontlines. The War Tank sat in the centre, yellow armour gleaming in the moonlight, its giant barrel pointing in the direction of the Berserkers, turret guns facing outwards in threat to any hostile menace. The local creatures soon learned to stay clear as they where fired upon with no mercy. * Argoth sensed a massive presence under the earth, it was old and mighty, it had been disturbed in the fight. It was slowly stirring. Argoth leaned back an the sword was pulled out from inside the top of the cliff began, scraping as it was pulled clear. Argoths eyes glowed red behind his helmets visor, a violent colour. The double edged sword glowed hot, shining in the darkness, Argoth uttered a word driving with force the blades tip deep into the cliff top again. A surge of power rumbled into the earth, blazing through the rock and dirt and grass, thundering into the soil of the land. * Suddenly the Berzerkers where tossed into the air as multiple tentacles lashed out, a Kraken, a huge thing that spanned nearly 150 metres across raised itself out of the earth, body spread out like a disc. Its head hidden under a hood of flesh, hiding its single eye, glowing an unnatural red, brimming with anger. From underneath its body its giant maw stretched across its torso, a gaping deep cavernous mouth with row upon show of sharp teeth, tentacles numbering in the hundreds, pushing it upwards, slowly gliding to its full height. It growled, gargling and snorting, lurching towards the armada guarding the city. * General Dess shouted through his comms for the armada to open fire on the Kraken. Walker Tanks combing their turrets into Pulse Cannons. It would take all of their firepower to bring this unexpected foe down. All of the armada fired as one, lighting up the night in a blazing inferno. Skimmers shot forward, zipping to either side of the Kraken firing on its flanks. It took not notice and rolled forward on its tentacles, bellowing as chunks was blown out of its hide, mere dents in its armour. Many dozens of deadly sickle tipped tentacles flayed out, spearing forward, Walker Tanks dodged to the side leaping on their four mechanic limbs, changing their Pulse Cannons back into primary fire, white bolts blasting the tentacles to pieces as they wrapped round them, highly flammable blood sprayed out, nine Walkers collapsed in flames. Strong yellow beams blasted off it, shuddering, spearing out far more tentacles. The War Tank weapons all fired, Dess barked for the primary cannon to be fired, it roared into life, treads rolling backwards with the force, the white shell hitting the Kraken dead on, it gargled and toppled backwards, slumping down. Its single eye pulsated red, tentacles shot forward in a swarm of sickle blades, gurgling as it pushed itself back to its full height. Onward it came, driven by unnatural anger and power, and deeply, deeply hungry. Edited by BattleMetal**, Dec 4 2009, 10:48 AM.



BattleMetal	Nov 27 2009, 04:22 PM Post #48
Posts: 472 Group: Member Member #3,821 Joined: November 24, 2008	Chapter 42: Crippling the Armada The Berserkers dropped out of the air, thumping onto the ground, infuriated at being interrupted by the Krakens wakening, they ripped into the giant beast from the rear, clambering up its back, dragging themselves upward. Ripping off the offensive tentacles with their bare clawed hands, bodies blazing in an orgy of rage and flames from their own inner chi as they punched into it. Bursting through its body, tearing through it, ripping it apart from the inside. The Kraken was nothing to them, it screeched, gushing blood from its maw as its organs where churned to soup. Regole and Khoen bursting out of its single eye, fighting, flying through the air, some sixty feet from the ground. Covered in gore and blood, the Krakens giant body collapsed sending up blast of air and dust in a cloud before it was vaporised in a blast of purple and white energy. The Berserkers tumbled and fell, rolling as they fought, struggling to get the better of the other, rage and pain focused on their opponent. Khoen backhanded Regoles head hard to the side, lunging forward with his giant hands, tightly wrapping round Regoles throat. The abominations eyes bulged in their sockets, tongue protruding as the steel like grip tightened, cutting off his air supply, pushing at Khoen with his arms and legs with all his might, Khoen only tightened his grip, growling into Regoles face, forcing his tongue to protrude. The armadas weapons still fired, the Krakens death was unexpected and sudden, torn to pieces and vaporised in a few seconds. Heavy firepower rained around the struggling Berserkers, passing by them, shooting off into the distance. Friendly fire hit home, slamming off Khoens body, making him jerk in the air, he lost his grip under the shock of the impacts and bee stings in his back. Regole took in a gulp of air, snarling, taking the advantage, his eyes flashed purple. -BOOM- * ‘Hold your fi- INCOMING!!’ General Dess only had a moment to shout his commands. Only just taking in what just happened, amazed at the Berserkers strength, making the Kraken, the most feared creatures on the planet seem like nothing. It gigantic body sprayed across the land in a puddle of liquid flesh after their blast. Realising too late that his men where now firing upon Khoens Berserker state as his larger body shielded Regoles. Now Khoens limp body zoomed towards the centre line of his troops like a raging comet, encased in purple fire. Dess quickly grabbed the interior walls of the War Tank as Khoens flaming body cannoned into the front ranks of his armada, bursting through Walker Tanks, Beam Cannons, centaur bodies and flesh and blood and metal with ease, pulverising row after row, raging into his War Tanks main cannon. The cannon crumpled, hardened steel flattening inwards in on itself like a paper straw. Khoens body slammed into the main body of the tank. Dess and all of his crew where thrown back, hitting off the interior walls. It shook under the thunderous blow, thick tough plated steel, dented and buckling under the impact, actually pushing the giant tank skidding back on its triangular wheels, steam hissing from the engines core, sparks shooting out, alarms went off, lights flashed indicating she had taken a heavy hit, critically damaged. * Regole landed on all fours, heart beating strong in his chest, heaving in great gulps of air. The Brother Moons of War shined brightly overhead, bathing him in their silver glow, filling him with strength as his adrenalin glands where pushed into overdrive. He tensed all the muscles in his body and screamed into the heavens, arms stretching out, huge blasts of chi bursting from his body, billowing forward like fiery serpents, attacking everything blindly. *** Dess recovered, dizzy from banging the back of his head, lights dazzling him, noise deafening as the alarms shrilly continued. Mercifully it all stopped and a dull steady light switched on. Dess grabbed onto a wall and pulled himself forward to the front of the War Tank, asking about damage reports; she was done in, crippled and out of the fight. In the distance there was a flash of purple which forced Dess to turn away as it burned into his retinas, his tank shook more as it was struck, turrets and tank treads blown off. He looked again and saw Regoles beast like form in the distance, flames billowing off him, great black scores gouged out of the earth leading towards his broken armada, more machines where damaged and in pieces or in flames. Regole leaned down, digging his arms into the ground, kicking his back legs as he prepared to charge. Red big grinning face, arms spread out on either side, laughing, short deep barking sounds, sparks shooting off him. General Dess snorted in alarm. ‘All troops who are able, open fire on that freak now, draw him away from the city walls, Khoens is finished. Its up to us to put this beast down. We will use the satellites to finish this!!’ Suddenly a shining bright star loomed in front of Dess’s eyes, he shook his head in confusion, thinking he had hit his head harder than he thought. At its centre he saw an animal shape, muscular and dark; Khoen is alive?! Edited by BattleMetal, Dec 4 2009, 10:58 AM.



BattleMetal	Dec 4 2009, 10:44 AM Post #49
Posts: 472 Group: Member Member #3,821 Joined: November 24, 2008	Chapter 43: Khoen Rises Moments before General Dess gave his commands to attack the abomination Regole. Khoen shakily rose, moaning, his head was pounding, feeling like a hammer had been cracked over his skull. He pawed at his temple, it felt spongy, sharp pain rattled him, he groaned as he pulled his fingers away and looked at his now apelike hands, they where covered in blood, stomach heaving, nauseas. Oweee! That really, really hurts. OW! Khoen jerked back as though slapped, snorting. The chaos and hate was gone. He felt… rational, he was himself again. Khoen had a feeling of waking from a dream, except he knew it had all happened, like drowning, he was aware of it but couldn’t pull himself out before. Hed never been in the Berserker state for longer than a minute under the Prime 3’s watchful gaze in a controlled environment; Khoen had always lost control, the Berserker was an unnatural thing, the experiment was always cut short. He felt full of energy, he felt impossibly strong,… light headed and dizzy but powerful. Heck my head hurts like it been stomped by Ciera. Feel so strong, could fight twenty Lucians, nah maybe ten Zicos. Khoen chuckled, thick throaty sounds followed by harsh coughing, he groaned. His chest burned with pain, smoke slowly snaked off his burnt fur. Aware that he was trapped, he pulled himself forward, thick plated metal digging into him, hooking him, they bent and folded as he stood, removing himself from the War Tanks crumpled body, his tongue lolled from his mouth, blood dripping off the end, stomach churning, everything spun, he felt dizzy. He shook his head like a dog, clearing the fuzziness. Khoens vision focused, his fur stood out on end, his giant hands trembled, electric bolts of lightning hammered into the wrecked frontline of the armada, purple beams of energy that ripped apart the War Tanks flanks. The bolts of power coming from Regole, who had become a more twisted monster, undergoing some sort of grotesque Oozaru form, resembling an ugly freakish arachnid/ ape thing on four legs. Khoen had to finish this. The knock to his head gave him back his sense of mind, he remembered General Dess’s plan when he spoke to him on the scouter: to get Regole outside of the city and use the Satellites Beam cannon to finish him off. He gathered his power, thinking of his family again, Cieras cheeky smile, Lucians proud strength, Rains ruthful nature, Zicos watchful eyes and Shanna caring but equally fierce temperament. White fire flowed round him. He lifted himself, controlling his ascent into the air, hovering above the wrecked War Tank. Weapons roared into life around him, he saw a single operational Beam Cannon jump back as it fired a concentrated beam of yellow energy that ripped along the ground as Regole giggled and bounded forward, pushed back by a ragged detachment of eleven Walker Tanks turrets rapidly jerking backwards simultaneously in bursts as they fired. The rest of the armada was in bits, hurt, wounded and bloody Darrian centaurs clambered from various wreckages, carrying unconscious or dead comrades, some more able bodied carried their Sabre Rifles and fired at the abomination with the skeleton force too. NO! Khoen had to stop the troops from engaging Regole, they where only antagonising him. Only he could stop this. Khoen shot forward, he tried to shout at the troops to stop but all that came out was guttural grunts and shouts. One Darrian on the ground, startled by the sight of the beast and the threatening roars and grunts fired a rapid succession of white bolts that harmlessly bounced off his chi surrounding his body. Frustrated Khoen gave them a warning, he gathered a small amount of power in his right hand and swung his arm down across the frontline of the troops. -BRAAKOOOM- The Walkers Tanks and Beam Cannons where flung into the air, the gathered wounded soldiers disappearing among the debris and chunks of earth, all flying backwards crashing through the damaged wall into the city of Sagitan. A giant crater was blown out of the ground, energy particles showering down like small grenades on the Skimmers and the War Tank, causing more unnecessary damage. Khoen growled, he wasn’t used to having so much power, he felt clear headed but couldn’t fully control his strength. He was only supposed to warn them to back off not hurt them. *** ‘Khoen no…’ Dess said under his breath. An explosion of white light then a hurricane force of magnitude blew his armada back, taking out more of his centaurs as sparks detonated over them after the initial explosion. Only his ruined War Tank was able to withstand the blast, holding its position. Berserker Khoen hovered briefly, looking lost, baring his teeth before turning his back and charging at the manic Regole. Khoen has lost his mind, he is beyond help now. He had just attacked Dess’s troops, nearly destroying his wounded armada, obviously confused and angry by the troops firepower. Dess had called in the satellites in space but wanted to use them on Regole from a safe distance without harming Khoen, his armada was defeated, his War Tank crippled. They had no way to remove Khoens tail now and Regole was too strong to defeat without Khoens Berserker strength. Dess loved Khoen like a son, he loved all of them like his own, he raised them and looked after them and drilled them as soldiers. Caring for them in Zorns absence. I am the General Commander, I’m responsible for Retsof-Darr Primes safety, that is my priority. His heart was heavy with this burden but he wouldn’t have it any other way. It was a hard choice to make but he would hate to stand to one side and let someone else make that decision for him. Khoen feared becoming a monster, harming those he loved, unable to control his fury as the Berserker, harming innocent lives. Dess would be the one to stop this from happening, taking the weight on his shoulders, on his conscience. I will save Khoens soul when it comes down to that. I will be the one responsible for pulling the trigger Edited by BattleMetal, Dec 11 2009, 01:37 AM.



BattleMetal	Dec 11 2009, 01:44 AM Post #50
Posts: 472 Group: Member Member #3,821 Joined: November 24, 2008	Chapter 44: Regole vs. Khoen Regole laughed, blasting with an angry purple beam from his fist, Khoen jumped to one side, the beam singing the fur and flesh as it skimmer over his shoulder. Fighting more like a man but using the instinct and strength of the beast, he closed the gap, came up hard and uppercut Regole’s jaw, quickly bringing down an overhand right over Regole’s brow as he shot up from the first blow. Regole toppled back, dazed as Khoen hooked his head from either side, belting him hard with both hands. Khoen measured his distance and through more hooks. Regole pushed off his hind legs hard, crashing into Khoen, absorbing the hooks smothering their power, knocking him back as he barrelled into his chest, snarling as he bit into Khoens side, ripping away a chunk of meat. Regole chewing noisily, piston pumped his arms and slammed several punches into Khoens chest, pushing him back. The red beast giggled. Regole’s eyes flashed purple, his black mane sparked with power. Khoen leaped up, the ground disappeared in a burst of chaos and rubble where he had been moments before, blazing a path a hundred metres long. Regole gargled as Khoens tail circled his throat, choking him as he was lifted up. Khoen plummeted down with both fists on Regole’s skull, both of them slamming into the ground. Regole growling as his hind legs where gripped by strong steely thick fingers and was swung overhead and smashed into the ground before being pummelled again on the opposite side. Khoen smashed the abominations body one way then the other, hitting him hard into the rocky ground again. The white stripe along Khoens back sparked and flashed, he threw Regole’s limp body into the air and blasted him in the chest with a fireball the size of Regole’s body from one hand then the other. -BOOM- -BOOM- He didn’t let up and gave chase, juggling Regoles freakish body through the air with solid punches, hitting body and head, he leaned back, grunted then swung his entire weight forward, putting all of his power into a giant overhand right. -BAM- Regole flew away, his purple chi gone, blue blood streaming behind him, crumpling into the ground, rolling to a bloody stop, struggling to get up. Khoen knew he had beat the abomination, he had overcome his primal fury, he was in control, Regole was just fighting like a mindless beast; a rabid dog that had to be put down. He beat his chest with both hands, allowing the feeling of victory to fill his body. A red glow shined in front of Khoen, a metallic chink of metal as a footfall crunched on the ruined earth. Khoen turned his head to one side at an angle facing forward, confused, then slowly recognised the strange armoured, dark figure. You?!! *** Regole struggled to stand, he planted his back legs and slowly pushed up with his forelegs and stood up, blue blood trickling from his brow and his nose, face bashed and swollen, limping, ribs cracked along his lower right side. He still felt a need to destroy, the pain was so odd and made him giggle but that hurt more. He whimpered and laughed, seeing the bright star ahead of him. He stumbled forward, tottering, oblivious to the pain, not caring. He saw a flash of red in front of Khoen. He’d never had so much fun. He burst into a sudden gallop, wheezing as his cracked ribs protested. Going to rip you apart little boy… you cant beat me… Khoen!!



BattleMetal	Dec 13 2009, 08:21 PM Post #51
Posts: 472 Group: Member Member #3,821 Joined: November 24, 2008	Chapter 45: Unwelcome Reunion General Dess patched into the comms using his Scouter. One remaining Walker Tank was operational, he said he would pilot it. Leaving his crew to make repairs in the destroyed War Tank and to look after Zorn in the Healing Pod. Dess entered the lone Walker, Darrian soldiers bowed then saluted, he nodded in respect and told them to get back in positions. He relayed his commands from the Walker to the main base under Sagitan city, telling the co-ordinates to his centaurs who operated the controls for the Satellite weapon orbiting in space. General Dess viewed the continuing fight between the two Berserkers from the Walker Tanks telescopic lens: Khoen was winning. The Berserker put Regole down hard with a barrage of blows before sending him flying for over fifty feet with a big right hand. Then paused and beat his chest before he remaining motionless, cocking his head to one side, watching something Dess did not see, distracted for a long period of time. Why is he hesitating? Why doesn’t he go in for the kill? Has Khoen returned to his senses now? Khoen appeared to anger suddenly then smashed his fist into the ground, opening his maw wide and quickly a blast of raw power roared towards the damaged Dome. Dess watched it blaze overhead into the silver lined Dome exterior, melting its surface, bursting through, blasting another hole through into the heart of the city, detonating like a supernova as it. Khoen… you’ve turned into a monster… I wont let you suffer anymore. It will be quick, I promise you that. ‘Prepare the Satellite, lock onto my co-ordinates. Fire on my command.’ *** Moments before… You remember me child, eh? Argoths voice calmly whispered in Khoens mind, eyes glowed red pin pricks from behind his visor, double edged sword lying over one shoulder, red cloak billowing behind him, blown by the force of Khoens inner chi. Don’t worry child, I can see your thoughts, I know you cant speak. You lied to us! You nearly made us kill uncle Zorn! It was you! Khoen snarled as he moved forward, visibly shaking, white stripe along his back sparking with white chi. He had not seen this dark figure in four years, not since he led them to the Vault in Piscon city. I know what happened. Zorn tried to save us. You twisted the truth, why damn you!! Khoen roared and swung his fist down on top of Argoth in anger. Argoth wasn’t there, disappearing. Cold steel touched Khoens exposed throat, pressed lightly into his furred neck, it gently cut him, nicking his throat, Argoth had moved to his right in a flash. The Saiyan boy Berserker froze. To protect my own truth, the destruction of the Vault eliminated all historic records. I wanted to test your capabilities also. And to ensure a creature like Regole could be created for my own future plans. Ah, ah, ah! Careful child or I will remove your head from your shoulders. Tonight I wanted Regole to have a taste of freedom before who goes out into the Universe, I wanted your strength to push him. And you have… Mmm?… And now your services are nearly finished. Your death is the last thing we require... ‘RAAAAGHH!!!!’ Khoen roared, hair bristling, muscles bulging, his jaw opening wide as he unleashed a blast of raw white power from deep inside the core of his being. Argoths eyes glowed a fierce red, the white beam passed harmlessly through his body like he was a mirage, shimmering as it phased through him. Argoths double-edged sword flicked across Khoens throat, cutting into the jugular. Khoens head lurched up in shock, causing the white beam to pass overhead. His left hand instantly went to the wound at his neck, trying to staunch the flow as he felt his lifeblood pulsate through his fingers. Enjoy the next life Khoen. Argoth vanished in a glow of red light. A heavy gallop of heavy feet thundered towards them, manic laughter howling.



BattleMetal	Dec 16 2009, 08:40 PM Post #52
Posts: 472 Group: Member Member #3,821 Joined: November 24, 2008	Chapter 46: Adversaries from all sides Khoen gargled, eyes bulging, tasting blood in thick quantities. Argoths last words rattled in his head. I will not die like this! He heard the feet hammering on the hard ground, the excited giggling. Khoen whirled round in defiance and swung his right arm forward, prepared to unleash an attack of white energy at where he heard the charging feet. He coughed, choking and blood sprayed from his maw, he fell to his knees, now using his right to hold himself up. -WHAM- Too fast! Misjudged his recovery. Regoles shoulder rammed into his gut, both of them cannoning into the ground, Regole rolling over Khoens torso, bouncing off his face with his hind legs. Khoen tried to rise, pushing off one hand. Fists pounded off his face in rapid succession, banging his head backwards, smacking him side to side. Blinded and in pain Khoen swung his left arm, blood sprayed from his throat at the release of pressure. Khoen fell to his rump, suddenly growing incredibly weak, he felt numb and cold. Argoth! Damn... you... Regoles clawed feet crashed into Khoens ape torso, the abominations weight knocking him onto his back, rock and dirt exploded into the air. The abominations beast like features leered close, stench of his breath filling his nostrils with decay. Khoens was slipping into darkness bleeding to death, unable to defend himself, Regole growling in his face, leaning back howling to the four clustered moons in bloodlust. Khoen eyes saw a pin prick of light in the night sky, shining alongside the Brother Moons of War. Quickly growing larger, a brighter shine of red. * General Dess saw Berserker Khoen go down, lost in his madness he had forgotten about Regole and had left himself exposed. Now both beasts where in the same target zone. He gave the order. ‘Fire the Satellites weapon now.’ He patched in his scouter to all of his remaining Darrian soldiers to regroup and salvage whatever weapons they could and be prepared to move out... * Life sparked into Khoens eyes, he realised what the red light was from the sky. It was the satellites beam, Regole had not noticed it in his madness. Gathering the remainder of his fading strength he pulled himself forward, his arms felt like lead weights. Ive got teeth. Come and die with me Regole!! He snapped his jaws tightly over Regoles shoulder, clamping down with force, painfully wrapping his massive arms round the abominations lower torso. The maddened red beast was caught off guard and screeched in agony as he was dragged up by sharp teeth that grinded into hs collar bone. Khoen pushing off with his leg muscles, using all of his power to launch himself off the ground with the abomination clamped between his jaws. Charging up into the air a hundred metres. A red torrent of rain washing off his fur pooling on the earth below. The beam zoomed towards them, passing silently through the night air. Khoens focused on the light ahead, eyes dimming, strength all but gone, tightened grip slackening. Ciera……love…… I… love... Regole growled as he felt the lethal scorching heat from above, grabbing onto Khoen limp form, roaring in rage. IN DEATH, WARRIORS ARE FREE TO FIGHT FOREVER!! -BOOOOOM-BZZZZT-BRAAKOOOOM- Edited by BattleMetal, Dec 16 2009, 08:51 PM.



BattleMetal	Dec 21 2009, 07:35 PM Post #53
Posts: 472 Group: Member Member #3,821 Joined: November 24, 2008	Chapter 47: Picking up the Pieces General Dess travelled in the Walker Tank, a bedraggled group of Darrian soldiers sitting in the back as they made their way to the crater where the Satellites beam had hit, its power scorching the earth black for a mile in diameter. The last couple hours of night was quiet, dawn was approaching, the local creatures retreating to their burrows and hiding places, the satellites beam scaring most of them away. The two Berserkers, Regole and Khoen, had crazily jumped into the beam, truly they both had turned into mad beasts. They couldn’t have escaped the beams lethal power… but Dess had to be sure. The Walker legs thumped onto the lip of the crater, it lowered towards the ground and Dess and his surviving troop left the confines of its chassis. It reared back to its full height, four turrets forming together to create a Pulse Cannon and it aimed it towards the centre of the black, charred crater. The ground was warm, the air humid and thick. Dess made his way over the lip, Sabre rifle pointed towards the heart, a large thick mound of dirt. His centaurs covered him, fanning out. He saw a small figure lying on top of the mound, one arm missing, two legs spread out, lying on his back, lying naked covered in dirt. It was Khoen, back to normal, just a boy, his eyes where closed, body unmoving and still, his tail missing. Slowly, jerkily he stirred, his neck craned, head laying back, shoulders pointing up, arm limp, standing on his toes… Fighting to stand as he always did despite his injuries. Dess nearly cheered, feeling incredibly happy as Khoen moved, like the time he took his first steps when he was just a babe. He survived! That’s my boy!! Khoens body limply flumped forward face first into the dirt, arm staying at his side, not attempting to stop his fall, legs collapsing to one side. Dess jerked back a little alarmed. Khoen… ? Get up now boy… I will help you. Just wai-! A grunt and a wheeze of air as a dark skinned muscular arm clawed out from behind Khoens falling body. Standing eight feet tall, shaking his horned head from side to side, the abomination that was Regole reared into view. Blue blood gushed from his mouth as he fell onto his haunches, once proud black mane all gone, he was completely bald, flesh all blistered and cracked, leaking pus, his back a gaping wound of blitzed flesh. Lazily the abomination smiled, uncaring; like a wasted drunk. Before General Dess or his men could act, a beam of bright light shined brightly into their eyes from above, a rumbling as a craft hovered overhead, blowing up ash and dust. Bodies hit the deck, landing all around Dess and his men. Dess squinted his eyes and saw that up to a hundred Black Mask KDU’s had jumped from the ship above, surrounding his centaurs and guarding Regole with a wall of bodies. Six of them approached the weakened abomination, two carrying vials that had grey pigmented liquid in syringes. Regole looked at them drunkenly as they jabbed him on either side of his head just below his black horns, he jerked and convulsed, foaming at the mouth, eyes rolling back, body going limp. All six KDU's lifted the abominations between them. The large craft hovering overhead sent out a high pitch squeal as speakers boomed followed by three voices that spoke in unison. ‘Stand down! By order of the Prime 3! Test subject Regole will be taken into our care now! These series of events have been very fortunate for us to learn from and will be for you! If you do not do as requested there will be consequences!’ ‘Darrian forces obey my command. Im your general, destroy this beast now. Kill anything that gets in your path!’ Sabre Rifle weapons locked. There was a shrill whistle and twelve Black Masks screamed and charged. Dess opened fire with the Sabre Rifle in an instant, white bolt taking one of them in the torso, it didnt stop it, onward it charged, the General swung his Sabre Rifles blade and decapitated the black garbed Darrian. It reared back as its skull flew off its shoulders, the others gained speed and bounded past him. His centaurs opened fire, killing a further four Black Masks, shooting them down. The other seven leaped over their heads, Dess's centaurs spun round as the Black Masks landed behind them and kept on running up the craters lip. There was a whirring and clicking as their beetle like back packs shifted and moved. The remaining seven KDU’s all leaped right onto the Walker Tanks chasis. -BOOM-BOOM-BOOM- -BOOM- -BOOM-BOOM-BOOM- Dess cried out in anguish as his crew and remaining Walker Tank was destroyed by the Kamikaze fighters in a senseless orgy of destruction. ‘We have plans for test subject Regole. We have come by an interesting development. We can use it to infiltrate Friezas top commando unit in a selection tournament that will occur in a few months time. We can learn the tyrants secrets and destroy his reign from the inside using the test subject!’ ‘Hes a crazed killer. Damn it! Sagitan… its in flames! Hes killed too many of my soldiers! Hes responsible for crippling the children. KHOEN IS DEAD! You cant control a freak like that!’ Dess felt his chest tightening, throat constricting, he took a deep breath as he realised the depth of the losses suffered; Khoen was dead and many of his soldiers slaughtered. ‘It is too valuable to us now, if it dies now all this will be for nothing. We can and will control it again. This is out your hands now. Stand down and turn away or you and all your centaurs will all die right here, right now. Make no mistakes General Dess!’ Another whistle, this one was faint and soft but dragged on, the Black Masks all snapped to attention and marched right up to Dess and his small unit, boxing them in as they surrounded them, visibly twitching under there black garbs. General Dess cursed under his breath, gripping his Sabre Rifle in both hands, gritting his teeth. He was defeated here, for the sake of his soldiers lives he had to stand down... again. He called out to his centaurs and told them to hold, and called on three of them to drop their weapons move forward with him. They hesitated then followed his lead as he dropped his Rifle, he calmly waded through the Black Masks, they offered no resistance or threat. General Dess stopped when he reached Khoens stiff body. Himself and the three other Darrian soldiers gently lifted Khoens still body between them and slowly, carefully carried him back up the gorge back towards the city of Sagitan passing by the flaming wreckage of the Walker Tank, sparking and crackling. A reserve force would come in and cover the city walls while repairs where made, until they arrived this small unit would have to cover the gaping hole. Many of the local creatures had left this area in fear after Regole and Khoens battle. Regole had been finally stopped… But not without many great losses. Heroes died and monsters lived so that a they could destroy a tyrant galaxies away. One evil to destroy another. What is it worth? General Dess left this battlefield with a heavy heart, carrying Khoens blackened body, eyes peacefully close. His mind already working on defenses for the city, protecting the people once they where returned to their homes, many would have to be set up in temporary accommodations. There was much to do. Zorn would be told about what happened this night once he recuperated from his injuries. The children also if they survived their own mortal wounds. Edited by BattleMetal, Dec 23 2009, 06:24 PM.



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