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| Voltron: Defender of the Universe; The RPG Game | |
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| Topic Started: August 27, 2008, 12:38 pm (4,273 Views) | |
| John Aversin | September 24, 2008, 6:42 pm Post #21 |
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She shook her head to clear it and spoke into the comm. "I'm on my way, Nani. Tell Keith I'll meet him in the cathedral with his key." She broke into a dead run back for the portal heading back to the cathedral's nexus. The only thought running through her head was that the castle, and thus the people, were in danger. She didn't know exactly how she'd do it, but she knew she had to keep them safe. |
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| Roadbuster | September 25, 2008, 12:46 pm Post #22 |
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Waters of Peace Keith heard Nani's voice as she relayed the Princess' order. In front of him, Sven's body was already becoming a warren's nest of bizarre sealife, varied in size and shape. Translucent shrimp, Anemonies with waving arms, small crabs that busily scurried and chipped away at the water caste, clamping down on veins as they became exposed. Gritting his teeth, he looked up at the Blue, and back at the gateway to the waters. Dropsight A The flames broiled around the beetle, incinterating the woods where they rolled and dripped off the hardened carapace. *No good!* Pidge's voice barked. Lance yelled, *What about the bio parts. Can't you... I don't know... give it a head cold or something?!* *I'm scanning, but the Lion said it's going to take some time and strength to come up with anything that will help. Its mostly dead matter being run by robotics! i could rust it... eventually... but right now, the fusion of materials is making anything pretty much impossible!* |
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| Dreadnought | September 25, 2008, 2:16 pm Post #23 |
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**Waters*** Keith nodded as he heard Nanis' message and took a moment to rest his hand on Svens' chest. "I'll be back to check on you, you old wardog. stay alive until then." Gritting his teeth the Captain moved to the entrance of the Waters of Peace and stepped through returning to the Cathedral of Lions' and looking for Allura. |
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| Roadbuster | September 25, 2008, 3:17 pm Post #24 |
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Just as Keith was stepping through the freezing waters of the portal, he heard one of the other portals go active as well! The shifting sliding sand sound came from around the corner, and Allura presently stepped through... |
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| John Aversin | September 25, 2008, 6:04 pm Post #25 |
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She stopped short. She hadn't expected Keith to be there right as she came out. Still breathing somewhat heavily from her sprint she held up the key for the black lion in front of Keith. "Trade ya?" She asked, much more nonchalantly than she felt. "I'll check on Sven, but we can't let that thing get to the castle." |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | September 26, 2008, 12:39 am Post #26 |
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Hunk wondered if piloting the Lion made him more animalistic. As he growled in frustration, he felt more natural inclination to claw and bite than try and rig up a quick device. That was probably just the days of barely surviving, fighting monsters, and trying to build supplies for an army talking... Focusing on the task at hand, he leapt back with the Yellow Lion, back past the Red and Green, and then shifted with the controls. The Yellow Lion braced on all-fours, then hopped up on its hind legs as it roared... slamming down into the ground with its full weight as it growled ferociously. The earth churned, and erupted into a mountainous shard of rock directly in front of the robotic monstrocity, blocking its path, and ramming it back slightly. "We have a few extra seconds, let's book it!" |
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| Dreadnought | September 26, 2008, 12:14 pm Post #27 |
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***Cathedral of Lions*** Keith smiled as his hand closed with Alluras' swapping the keys in a handshake. "I've never been happyer to see a pretty face Princess. Thanks for the assist." Some how just having the black key back in his hand made hyim feel so much more alive, and the natural "fit" of it reasured him in ways he couldn't explain. The black disc that was the portal of void opened before him and Keith stepped through to the Plateu of Wind. ***Plateu of Wind*** Keith picked up his helmet and locked it into place smilling as the tactical displays ignighted acros his H.U.D. "Wind, we live?" "Of course Captain Kogane." "Begin corralating and examing data, if the Blue lion picked up anything about that things defences before we ran off I'll need that too." The statue-like exterior of the black lion shattered as the great beast roared, the pilot plug descended and Keith could tell that both he and the lion wanted to get into the fray. A moment later the lion launched arrowiing for the confluict zone. "Guys, this thing is making a bee-line for the castle whether we want it to or not. So our fiurst order of business, clip it's wings, literally!" |
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| Roadbuster | September 26, 2008, 2:25 pm Post #28 |
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Dropsite A The ground erupted with thunderous force, the creature stumbled slightly, loosing it's step and sliding backward slightly before steadying itself. Resolutely, it stepped around the blockade and continued on it's trudging course towards the castle. As it did so, large nodules on the closed back carapace began to throb. Blasts of energy lanced out towards the Lions, searing across the sky as Hunk and the others pulled away. Cathedral of Lions Keith grabbed the key and bolted right back through the gate before Allura could so much as blink! She stood there, with the blue key in hand. From the moment it touched her palm, she felt the ice cold numbness spread throughout her body, a strangely calming feeling of resolve and determined strength. In her hand the key itself seemed to pulse... no, it seemed to purr... A Few miles Outside the City limits The other lions had gathered there as well, joining the Black Lion as he decended from the sky. *So, how are we gonna do that? It's wings are under that shell, and we can't even seem to scratch him!* *Yeah Cap,* Lance's voice added in, *The thing is slow, that gives us a few minutes to plan, but everything we've tossed at it might as well been little more than a bucket of water!* Edited by Roadbuster, September 30, 2008, 12:40 pm.
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| Cyrex Wingblade | September 26, 2008, 3:43 pm Post #29 |
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Hunk eyed the beast for a moment, aggravated and more than a little worried. "Thermal expansion might still work. Heat it up real hot, and then wash it down. Might at least crack the armor?" |
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| Dreadnought | September 26, 2008, 5:06 pm Post #30 |
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Keith growled, "the problem is the Blue Lion would be the best at cooling it down. If we had a large body of water to drive it into, besides the alcove of the blue lion we could try that. Hunk yellow can't detect any structural weakness can it?" The captain inhaled sharply as he steadied his thoughts. "Hunk, if you open the ground around it, the thing will have no choice but to climb or fly out. If you make the edges sheer enough or keep manipulating the earth it won't be able to climb so it'll be forced to fly, that's when we tear off it's wings. Lance, remember how we combined my wind assault with your firepower?" "Yeah Cap'" responded the pilot. "Let's give it another go. The key to fighting a target stronger and bigger then you is keeping it off balance so it doesn't have the time to recover," notted Keith as his wings unfolded. "Lions Go!" |
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| John Aversin | September 26, 2008, 6:43 pm Post #31 |
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Thank heavens for the calming, cold feeling that passed through her. It did wonders to remove the heat from her cheeks that had flushed through her, unbidden, after Keith's compliment to her in the Cathedral. That man is simply too attractive for his own good, she thought. Or I'm just being a schoolgirl. Whatever the cause, luckily Keith had bolted like a hare and hadn't seen it, for which Allura was quite grateful. Taking a steadying breath, she walked to the portal and inserted the blue key, stepping through to the Waters of Life, with steadier steps than she would have thought possible a few minutes ago. |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | September 27, 2008, 3:18 am Post #32 |
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The Yellow Lion leapt further back, bracing on all-fours as Hunk replied, "I can give it a good shot, Captain!" Focusing the abilities of the lion as he'd learned them so far, Hunk had her hop up, and slam down with all four paws. The ground around and beneath the behemoth caved downward, melting away, and churning up on the outer edges in a constantly seething rush of rock and mud. |
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| Roadbuster | September 30, 2008, 1:55 pm Post #33 |
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The Cathedral of Lions As Allura placed the key, the column changed again. The carved surface seemed to give way to water which instantly seemed to freeze over in a smooth sheen. Ice crystals veined out from the edges, and beyond the clear center she could see a strange world of dakness. Something lazily floated by, pausing momentarily to look at her. She knew it was a fish of some kind, long and thin, with bulging eyes, silvery scales down it's long snake like body, but she had never seen a fish of this size or shape! It eyed her impassively before suddenly jolting off into the darkness beyond! The length must have been twice Allura's length, and it gave her a creepy, alien vibe as she looked through the portal. Cautiosly she stepped forward, feeling the cold ice begin to close around her, and the sudden sensation of being plunged into deep water! Her ears felt the pressure momentarily, even as her hands and feet seemed to go numb from the cold. Yet, despite this, there was a weightlessness that was calming. The chill was soothing, relaxing. Then she was through. Some part of her mind registered that she wasn't even damp. However, for the most part, she stood locked in rigid shock at the sight that layed out before her. The Pyramid of the Lands was strange, but it was a world of stone and rock, something she had grown up all her life knowing. This however... her mind reeled at the sheer alienesque landscape. She in all her living life had never seen anything even vaguely like it. Sure, she had seen pictures of the deep waters in dusty books, but that was nothing to what she saw now! An enormous moving dome of bubbles surrounded the Waters of Peace, burbling in a loud, rythmic, soothing cadence that suffused everything around her. The floor seemed to be alive with a myriad of strange puffy plants and long multi-colored grasses that swayed to and fro, as if they were immersed in waters! The ground was a soft silty powder that made a quiet churning noise as she slowly stepped forward, small crystals glinting upward in the pale blue light that filtered down from the bubble dome. Across the Waters she saw various raised spots, covered with barnicles that seemed to twitch and move, as if still alive and a part of the ocean that surrounded them. Beyond the bubbles she could see massive dark shapes slowly swimming without concern, and fleet sparkles of silvery schools of fish as they dashed away from larger predators. These were things she had only heard of, and then only rarely in her life! Off in the distance, the Blue Lion of Arus sat. It's head was low, and it's green eyes were sad. The beautiful clear crystal of it's legs shimmered, and the colors of the heavy plates of it's body shifted in a constant motion like the waters of an angry sea. At the same time, something about the alien world was soothing, and undoubtably beautiful beyond description. She slowly stepped forward, as if in a fog. Her mind struggling to comprehend what she had walked into. She noticed a flurry of movement on one of the raised platforms, where there were large sculpted shells set apart like... beds... medical beds! She moved over to where the movement centered. Sven lay, still unconscious, on a strange sponge-like material that lined the shell. He was swarming with small creatures of indescribable makes and forms! She swallowed hard on a gasp as she saw his arm. Whatever was happening, the arm itself was now removed and appeared to be being eaten apart by the small creatures! "He will be fine." A voice comments from just behind her shoulder. Spinning, she sees a mist rise up and take a strange form. It was almost human and definitely female. Silvery hair dripped away from a pale body, the color of the foam that washes up on the shores of the lake at times, and her voice was soft and soothing, "The arm was mangled beyond repair..." "So they're eating it?!?" "No, they are canibalizing it to help repair other parts of his body." The female form raises a hand and points to a strange wet mass of fibers extending from the severed stump of Sven's torso, "Some part of his nervous fibers were able to be retained and will be used in the restructure. Meanwhile, flesh and muscle from the arm will be used to replace damaged cells from his numerous wounds. The bones will be emptied of their marrow, and the serum there is being used to create additional blood supplies to bolster his dangerously low supply." "So... what about his arm?" The form pointed to silver nodules that seemed almost to be growing near the stump, "We will be able to give him a replacement." Allura nods, "Then he can fly the Blue Lion again." The form's voice was filled with sadness, "No. The interface has been lost, he would no longer have a full range of control over the lion's systems without his original nervous network being intact. The replacement pieces will be... incompatable with the Lion's systems. The Blue lion has lost a pilot." Allura looks down to find the key in her hand. She didn't remember removing it from the pedastal outside, but it was there. Silver and blue crystal shimmering in the pale light of the Waters, "So that's why it called me." The shape twisted, looking at her, a hint of amusement in it's soft voice, "The lion did not call you." Her brown knitted, "Yes it did! I saw..." A hand, of a sort, raised up placatingly. Water rolled down it's surface as the foamy skin seemed to shift and churn, "You, child, called to it." Allura took a step back. Was she wrong? Wasn't she meant to be here? "I..." "The lion was hurt, wounded at it's loss, and within you, that loss was echoed... as well as something more. A need to protect not only yourself, but all those around you. Indeed a need to protect the enitrity of Arus and it's people is etched upon your soul." Allura nodded, more to herself than anything else, "I have to fly the Blue lion. I need its strength to make sure our people will be safe." "No." the vision's voice was still filled with amusement, "No, the Blue lion needs your strength Allura, last scion of Altaire." she waved a hand as a massive shell rose from the ground some distance off. It split open sideways to reveal a suit not unlike those the others had worn. Instead of the dark blue that Sven's had sported, this had a light almost crystalline blue to it's plated armor. It was also decided curved to fit a female form, rather than the tall Canine. The lion sat upright, raising it's head on it's own. From the chest, a panel shifted and the entry plug shot out, planting itself firmly to the ground as the canopy shifted and opened to reveal the cockpit. "The Blue lion needs a new pilot." the voice gently added from behind her. Outside the city The Black lion had clearly indicated it would take approximately an hour for the lumbering beast to reach the central castle. Unfortunately, as Keith had gazed up at the data readouts in the Plateu, the rest of the news hadn't been nearly as good. The creature was built like a tank, and they were armed with pistols. There had been a few routes that would indeed cause it damage, but the Plateau seemed unable to chart a course of action that would promise more than a 3 percent chance of victory. Moving the lion into an attacking position, Lance also moved into position. Pidge's voice came across, *When Lance and I combined our blasts, it was pretty powerful, but it still didn't slow it down any. Let's try all three of us at once!* He moved the green lion parallel to the Red. Hunk began to rip the ground apart, making a chasm in front of the creature, just as the other three lions let loose in a whirlwind blast of fire and napalm! Smoke broiled away from the shell, and glowing embers could be seen on some of the tips of the hornlike protrusions on the shell! The creature stopped as it began to slide downward in Hunk's trap. It crained it's head as it began to sink, locking each of the lions in it's visual path. Almost as if it was thinking... Yuroth's command Shuttle "Sir, the Ro-B is requesting a change in the layout of its mission goals." The officer had a bad cut above his eye, hastily bandaged with one of the med kits that lay about the consoles. Yuroth winced as he used a hand held laser to close another cut on his chest, "To what end?" "It wishes to move the lions to a higher target goal." "Have they damaged it?" "Negative. However, the readouts show that each attack has increased in power exponentially. I believe the creature is... concerned that they may increase further if left standing." Yuroth nodded, "Very well. Key in a new command level. Raise the lions to priority one and move the Castle to Secondary goal." Below The creatures eyes glittered, and the mandibles opened, spouting out a vile blast of energy that scorched the air where the green and red lions only partially manage to vacate! Lance's voice could be heard swearing over the comm, as his heat sheild absorbed some of the blast and flickered. As if the lion was hit dead on, it went back, crashing through the nearby trees in a ball of fire! Hunk, meanwhile was concentrating on the ground, but it was getting harder. Sweat was rolling down his brow, and his muscles ached. He knew he was tired, but he hadn't remembered being THIS tired a few moments ago! Suddenly, he remembered his own train of thought about acting more 'animalistic' when piloting. --What if it was because I was truly feeling what the lion felt!?-- "Lion, how much juice you have left in you?" Immediately a graph line appeared on his HUD. Just as he thought, the lion's energy was low, real low! The creature was already climbing out of the trench that he had dug. Various smaller blasts of radiation were shooting out of the shell, targetting the lions with frightening precision! --This is bad...-- Hunk knew that they wouldn't survive out here much longer. He thought about the combined attack. Something raced in the back of his mind. Something he had seen earlier in the Pyramids. "Dynothermic Transferral systems." he muttered. Then he remembered. There was some type of Dynamic Thermal Transfer that must allow the powers to piggyback, one on top of each other! The only thing was... he wasn't sure why they would do that without a direct connection. They seemed to work... but soemthing in his mind was still not pieced together. OUT OF CHARACTER COMMENTS AND NOTES HERE NOTES TABLE OF CONTENTS HERE |
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| Dreadnought | September 30, 2008, 3:26 pm Post #34 |
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***Black Lion*** Keith considered trying to harness another em chaqrge, the thing was dead muscle around an electronic core, theoretically it was as vulnerable to shock and shut down as any other construction, the question, really, was what chance did his EM pulse have at getting through it's decaying carapace? He sent that question to the planetue as he bounded opver to Lance to check on the red lion. "Lance! Lance come to we need you!" "Wah?" Keith and the black lion looked over at where Hunk was struggling to keep the thing down. "Hunk can't do that forver. But I figure if the thing won't fly we'll just burry the bastard. I'm gonna need your flame to cook the rock, and burry it in magma." "You think that'll work cap, it's strong." "Physics," replied Keith. "Burry Hunk up to his head in the sand and even he would be imobilized." It was a long shot, but what did they have left? The Black Lion pulled away from the red and began amassing static energy, maybe he could at least provide a lightshow to keep the thing occupied while Lance built up enough flame. |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | September 30, 2008, 4:11 pm Post #35 |
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Dynamic Thermal transfers... It bounced around in Hunk's head as his frustration piqued. The Yellow Lion quickly twisted and scrambled away from the hulking monster. "I'm low on power," Hunk barked distantly. "...Thinking." Needs a direct connection, but Sand... wouldn't say either way. Ugh, this is idiotic! Can the damn things lock together or not!? Lock. Some of the Arusian weapons and armor systems has support systems of modular upgrades. The listing title in the fabrication system was 'interlock' specifically. Hunk looked up at the giant bio-mech, and then focused down at his controls. "Sand, I need information on interlock supports for dynomthermic feedback between the Lions. And I swear to all the binary you hold dear, if you tell me you can't tell me anything about it, I will find your memory circuits in that blasted cave and rearrange them myself!" |
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| John Aversin | September 30, 2008, 9:57 pm Post #36 |
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"Is that for me?" Allura asked, looking at the recently revealed flight suit and really knowing the answer before the misty form replied in the affirmative. "Ok", rubbing hands together even as the wheels in her head were turning. "Sven is still out, so..." She turned to the misty form, her mind made up to sink or swim. Literally she thought, looking at the ocean resting on top of her head at the moment. "How do I suit up and, more importantly, how do I fly the old girl?" The voice responded, "The array before you is simply a flight suit constructed by this facility to accomadate you in the role of pilot and is not as complicated to don as it may seem." Allura had walked over to it as the voice spoke and commenced, while still listening to suiting up. "As for piloting the Blue Lion," the voice continued, giving its brief lesson as she got ready, "The helmet acts as a neural interface between you and the Lion. Combined with the nerve impulses in your hands once placed within the receptors in the cockpit, your thoughts and miniscule movements are actually what controls the Lion. That is the reason the previous pilot will no longer be able to continue his duties. The helmet itself," the voice continued, " will present you with a Heads-Up Display that will work, in conjunction with your other movements and optical relays, to coordinate offensive and defensive capabilites." Allura finished suiting up, all save the helmet, and turned around, as girls do, taking a look at herself and looking up at the misty form as it finished its lesson. "How do I look?" There was no reply at first. After a few moments the voice replied matter-of-factly "Ready to fly." Not the most complimentary of answers, but the voice was right. She was ready or, she thought, at least as ready as she was going to be. She had heard bits and snippets of the how-to fly lessons over the com chatter between the pilots, but this was the first solid lesson she'd received and she was somewhat relieved. No fancy controls, levers, buttons, etc... It was all thought, finger-twitches and eye movements. These were things she was pretty sure, she was hoping, she couldn't mess up badly on. Nodding to the misty entity as much as to herself she said "Thank you. Lets see how if your assessment is correct." Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked over to the cockpit entrance, GM Edit: Helmet's manufactured in cockpit. Edited by Roadbuster, October 3, 2008, 10:14 am.
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| Roadbuster | October 3, 2008, 11:23 am Post #37 |
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The suit fit snugly, but the smooth pale blue plates added some coverage over an outfit that was more revealing than anything Allura had donned before. She fought the impulse to tug at it to loosen up how close it was, even though it was really quite comfortable. Clenching her teeth, Allura slid into the cockpit. What she was about to do was tantamout to insanity. She had never flown anything, never even BEEN flown in anything. She hadn't even driven a mechanical vehicle in her entire life! As she slid into the smooth, soft seat, three panels slid out from behind and locked over her head, clicking down into the suit. The helmet was the same smooth ice blue as the plates, yet the edge had a pearlescent sheen she could see in the reflecting canopy and the cool blue lights. It gave it a lining on the plates that was almost... pink. Not her favorite color in the universe, but it looked... good. The reflection on the canopy shifted and dissolved suddenly, in a way that she had not been prepared. For a moment, she almost thought she was suddenly floating out in mid-space, high above the floor of the Waters of Peace. She had heard the pilots mention this, but it still sent her stomach plummetting in a wave of vertigo. Gulping back on a involuntary lurch of bile, she focused on what she could still see around her. The panels were clear crystal of a sort. They seemed to almost flow with some type of liquid beneath their smooth surface. The seat was light gray leather, and there were two arm braces in front of her of the same type of clear material as the side panels. She knew about the arm controls, and hesitantly picked up the key, looking at it's smooth blue surface for a moment. This was the point of no return. She drew in a deep breath and placed the key in the center receptical between the arm braces. It immediatly slid and seperated, connecting into the clear panel below it. As she did so, overlayed information and writing began to scroll across her eyes. They called it... HUD? Heads Up Display. She gritted her teeth, unused to having so much information scrambled past her eyes. Writing in books seemed so much more sedate than this. Even the chaos on the screens of the Castle computers seemed more manageable than this sudden encroachment on her senses. She blinked a few times and shoved her arms into the control yolks. It was like putting her arms into deep cold water. There was a pressure surrounding her, and for a moment, she thought her fingers would go numb! Then, it cleared up. The feeling became softer, more of a cool carress across her arms. And suddenly, she could feel every inch of the lion. Suddenly, she felt very, very alive! Outside the City Lance's flames churned out around the creature, but the result, while devestating to most normal craft, seemed to be little more than a minor annoyance to the massive bulk. Hunk already seemed to have run short on steam as well. It seemed the lions did indeed have their limitations. The creature was about waste-deep in flame, magma, and dirt, but it wouldn't slow it down more than about fifteen minutes. Keith let loose with a blast of static that crackled across the frame, charring areas, but seeming to have little affect on the beast. It reared back slightly, chest panels pulling apart in several random areas to reveal odd clusters of... "Missiles! Everyone evade!" Keith roared as the missile pods let loose part of their payload! Blue Lion Allura felt something building up inside of her. It was a scream... no... a roar! The Blue lion lurched forward, it's massive jaws echoing the yell that Allura found herself involuntarily unleashing! It smashed through the dome into the dark blue of the deep waters. All around, Allura could see alienesque life jolting away, making way for the lion as it rushed forward, streaming a titanic wake of bubbles as it blasted through the waters! The water exploded as the Blue Lion burst into the skies, rising high above the surface in a tidal wave of fury! Allura's senses realled as they spun and tried to grasp the sudden freedom of the skies. Above her the moons shone brilliantly down, and below her the water sparkled with the nighttime stars. For a moment, the lion hovered, frozen in time as the water dripped away in a shimmering veil. Gasping for breath, the Princess realized it was waiting for her, "Blue lion... uhm... set a course towards the others." Immediatly blue arrows appeared on the HUD. She tentatively twitched her arms, and the lion swung around... a bit ungracefully, and began to fly hesitantly towards them. She gritted her teeth and concentrated harder, stabilizing it as best she could. She kept shifting altitude, rising higher and lower. But she quickly picked up the basics and was able to even out after a fasion and struggled onward. Yellow Lion The data was scrolling across Hunk's screen. Near the aft of the lion there appeared to be a rather large port to allow for a direct connection between it and another lion. In fact, the port would be opened by plate shifting and tail retraction, and took up pretty much the entire rear of the lion! "That seems excessive..." Hunk mumbles as he looks at the information. Blue lion Allura needed some information. For a moment, she thought about activating the comm. Then, she realized that it might be best if they didn't know who was flying. At least not yet. "Lion, can I send a text message?" A prompt appears on her viewscreen. She nodded, "Blue Lion to Castle, Nani, I need any information on weapons or defenses the Blue lion has displayed in the past few battles." As she spoke, the data tapped out on the screen. Immediately, the answer came back. Hard water shields she had seen. But the ice-spikes in the last battle... Shot almost like a cough. Her mind started to think of what else might be produced. At the end of the transmission came across the text question, 'Allura, is that you?!' Allura smiled and typed, 'Thanks for the information. Blue Lion out.' Ahead, Allura could see the fiery skies of her first battle. Outside The skies burned around the lion as Keith felt the itching shock of the explosions on and around the Black lion's shielding systems! Lance's fire shield was fading as he rolled along the ground to get away. Pidge was evading like a silverfish, sliding around the explosions, but flames were charring his lion's legs. Hunk took at least two hits dead on, his heavy armor absorbing a lot of the shock, but smoking badly from the blast marks. Inside his cockpit, he felt the burns as if someone had stuck a lighter to his skin! Pidge's voice squawked, *We're getting nowhere! Even combined attacks barely scratch this thing!* Lances' voice came across, *I hate to say it, but the kid's right.* the red lion used a wash of flame against one of the claws, even as three blasts corner Pidge's green lion, and sent the young pilot careening back, sparking from the damage! *Pidge!* Lance's lion dodged down towards the flailing green, blasting a few missiles that were closing in on them both. He managed to get under the green lion, righting him before the Green hit the ground. *I'm alive, but that hit did some major damage!* Pidge's voice was rough. Things were not looking good for the five lions. In the yellow lion, Hunk shook off the pain and refocused on his screens. Something in his mind snapped into place, "En vol'tron vi claree, Arus alli guarin, els populen. Arus forgath les vol'tron un varus el rusia." He was surprised he knew the words, more surprised that he remembered the translation! 'In unity and clarity we shall defend this planet, these people. Our strength lies together as one in the dance of life.' --En vol'tron... In unity-- The lions could unify! OUT OF CHARACTER COMMENTS AND NOTES HERE NOTES TABLE OF CONTENTS HERE |
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| John Aversin | October 3, 2008, 11:37 am Post #38 |
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As she rapidly approached the battle, Allura knew she was in no way going to enter, or exit, this confrontation gracefully. She needed to know what to do and how to do it once she got there, and she hoped surprising whatever they were fighting would offset her inexperience. Still, she reflected, this wasn't nearly as difficult as she thought it would have been. Eventually, she thought she might even get used to it. "Ok, Blue, can you patch me in to the other lions? Just to get their input from the battle so that we can know what we're flying into?" |
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-Lord John Aversin, Thane of Alyn Hold, Slayer of the Golden Dragon of Wyr | |
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| Roadbuster | October 3, 2008, 12:12 pm Post #39 |
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Instantly the data scrolled across the panoramic view of the cockpit. The lions were loosing. Badly. They had manged to sink the creature into a pit of magma, but it had already pulled itself partially back out. It was heavily armored. No weaknesses. Missiles, Radiation blasts... This was bad. |
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| John Aversin | October 3, 2008, 12:33 pm Post #40 |
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"Everything has weaknesses," Allura muttered to herself, thinking. To the Lion she spoke, "Can't they analyze it for its Achilles heel? Or do all five lions have to be there to do that?" |
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-Lord John Aversin, Thane of Alyn Hold, Slayer of the Golden Dragon of Wyr | |
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