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| Voltron: Defender of the Universe; The RPG Game | |
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| Topic Started: August 27, 2008, 12:38 pm (4,272 Views) | |
| Roadbuster | October 3, 2008, 12:35 pm Post #41 |
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The readings indicate that it would need a power force stronger than that provided by any of the lions to do critical damage to the creature. However, the wings, when deployed, could be fairly easily damaged, and the forearms might also be damaged by an attack of the magnitude of Lion combined attacks. Edited by Roadbuster, October 3, 2008, 12:46 pm.
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| John Aversin | October 3, 2008, 1:22 pm Post #42 |
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The Red Lion and the Green were near each other, the former having just physically given stability to the latter in the wake of the missile barrage from the creature. Both were damaged and, being on the ground at the moment, vulnerable. The creature, its priority attack centered now on the Lions turned towards the two smaller Lions, now clustered together for the kill. Still righting themselves, and analyzing options and sluggish from the damage sustained, the Red and Green Lions were at a considerable disadvantage against the encroaching creature. The Yellow Lion was scored and wounded, and the Black, though less injured, was off in the sky, recovering from his wild dodge of the latest attack. With a blueish whirl and a thunderous crash, the Blue Lion appeared quickly out of nowhere and landed with a rather plopping thud on the ground, positioned right between the two smaller Lions and the approaching creature. From its low crouch position a low, guttural and protective growl emanated from it, and Allura found herself mimicking the sound inside the cockpit...or perhaps the Lion was mimicking her. Crouched low, looking up at the creature, Allura focussed on activating the water-shield she had seen the Blue Lion used to good effect at the previous battle at the slave-pits. Responding eagerly to her pilot, the shield came into existence, using the local moisture in the air and even supplementing it slightly with some of its own stores to create a curved shield in between the now three Lions on the ground and the creature. An intense feeling of protectiveness flowed through (or was it from?) Allura, almost like /she/ was the one interposing herself and not the massive Lion. She didn't have time to think it through, but was just going on protective instinct which, luckily, was an instinct that came quite easily to her. Figuring that Pidge and Lance could see that they were covered she still maintained radio silence, but added via the texting tool..."The only vulnerable areas on this thing will be the arms or the wings, and then only to a fully combined attack according to my scans." As the monster marched forward she turned her attention back to it and lowly growled "Back off." |
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| Roadbuster | October 3, 2008, 1:41 pm Post #43 |
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A scattering of missile fire splattered against the new sheilding seding tongues of flame flickering off across the ground. The shield held firm though! |
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| Dreadnought | October 3, 2008, 2:17 pm Post #44 |
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***Black Lion*** //Sven? Shouldn't you be recovering?// Asked Keith as he hurled a bolt of ligtning from the maw of the Black lion into the muzzel of the half trapped robeast. //No matter, welcome back to the madness!// The Black arced over the beast to land with and slightly beffore the other lions it's wings deployed. //You heard Blue, everyone give it your all and target the right fore-claw, then break and regroup!// They were going to loose, Keith realized, miracles just didn't happen in real life but it HAD to fight his hardest, do what he could, maybe if they hurt this thing enough the Drule would decide Aurus wasn't worth the trouble...yeah and maybe the garrison would show up and save them all in the nick of time. A single tear began to pool in his left eye, "damnit...I'm sorry ..." //NOW!// roared Keith and the lion together as lightring and wind rushed from the Black Lion aimed for the monsters right fore-claw. |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | October 3, 2008, 6:21 pm Post #45 |
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Hunk was giddy, but a fight was raging. He tried to get the Yellow Lion to summon another rock-wave into the behemoth to buy a few seconds, but little more than a tremor passed through the earth around him. Adapting, he led the Lion into a backward leap, and finally said, "Everyone! The Lions can interlock! All five of them! Vol'tron! And we need the combined energies to even scratch that thing. Captain, we need to figure this out, and we need to do it fast!" |
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| Dreadnought | October 3, 2008, 10:20 pm Post #46 |
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***Black Lion*** That was...unexpected. It made a sort of sense and if the mechanic in charge of the forge said that was how it worked then Keith was certainly going to believe him, but the fact that Hunk himself wasn;t sure how it was supposed to work did not bode well. The problem, as it were, was the lions half mystical nature, the key to combinig them could be as easy as saying "unite" or as obscure as reciting poetry while doing the waltz. There was no doubt that they needed to combine but no clue as to where to begin in doing so. The jiont attack, such as it was, finished the Black lions' wings folded in as Keith bounded into the air. //Everyone with me, it seams we've become it;s primary target.// The black lion hovered in the air as if standiing on some invisible platform and waiting to pounce, wether on the construction or away to dodge was anyones guess. //I hope this doesn't sound as stupid to the rest of you as it does to me, but everyone focus your minds on the lions themselves. Focus on the neural interface and order them to combine, ask them to...ask them to form together... Voltron... whatever!// GM Edit: just for style kicks... Plus, remember this is probably the first time Keith's even heard the word for togetheness. Edited by Roadbuster, October 7, 2008, 1:18 pm.
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| John Aversin | October 3, 2008, 11:38 pm Post #47 |
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Allura rocked as the missile barrage hit the shield. It had held, but it wasn't going to do so indefinitely. She smirked slightly as Keith radioed in, thinking she was Sven. Let them think that she thought. They're used to dealing with Sven pushing himself too far. They certainly don't need to be worried that I'l screw this up. She thought about it as Keith positioned himself for a strike on the right forearm Please don't let me screw this up. At Keith's order, she attempted the ice-spike barrage Nani had informed her about and....it worked! With a bark, the Blue Lion let fly a sortie of crystalline shards that hit the right forearm at the proper time. Hunk's message perplexed Allura, though. The Lions could unite? That was wonderful news, but the heat of battle was hardly the time to test something like that out. But, off the cuff had worked so far. Noting that the Red and Green Lion had been bought the time they needed, Allura discontinued her shield and only slightly shakily lifted off with the Blue Lion in the direction Keith had gone, the whole time her thoughts revolved around the Lions conjoining, and hoping they could pull it off, because the Castle was finished if they did not succeed, as well as the people inside. |
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| Roadbuster | October 7, 2008, 3:45 pm Post #48 |
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"I hope this doesn't sound as stupid to the rest of you as it does to me, but everyone focus your minds on the lions themselves. Focus on the neural interface and order them to combine, ask them to...ask them to form together... Voltron... whatever!" As soon as the word was out of Keith's mouth, his HUD changed display. Words scrolled at the bottom: Initiate Vol'tron Protocol? Keith knew that it couldn't possibly be that simple, but immediately answered, "Yes... yes!!" New text began to scroll on the display, a checklist that Keith found himself mumbling aloud, "Inerlock Activating.... Dynotherms connected... Infracells up... Mega thrusters are go..." Suddenly, to each pilot of the Lions of Arus, the world seemed to freeze. Hunk looked up and smiled at his older brother. The giant of a man tousled Hunk's hair, "I can't believe the little kid is gonna go and leave us all on our own!" From behind him, Hunk's other brother let out a booming laugh, "What will we do out here on the farm without someone to milk the cows!" Hunk smirked. He more than held his own in the chores, but what was life without a little sibling ribbing. He knew how his brothers really felt. It was there in their eyes, behind the laughter. He felt it in his own eyes as well, the stinging burn of tears that threatened to well up. For twenty years he had lived here with the two brothers and their mother, working the land, fixing tractors and farming equipment... he was always the best at that. Shrugging uncomfortably, Claude Fitzpatrick smiled back, "And when you break those rotors on your hard head again, you're going to have to carry the tractor to town to get it fixed!" he sniped his older brother. The three laughed for a moment, and then quieted down. The eldest stood up, towering over Hunk. "Kid, you'll make us proud. We know it." The other brother slapped Claude on the shoulder with a thunderous clap, "Yeah, we'll look after things here. You go learn your stuff and we'll always be watching you." Claude couldn't even speak, just nod. His eyes welling up with tears. He turned to see his mother on the porch, waiting for him... just as he knew his future waited somewhere out in the stars. Pidge coughed in the dusty wind from the massive intakes of the vessel. People were screaming, shouting. He couldn't make a thing out. His young mind was lost adrift in the chaos. His grandmother dragged at his arm, pulling him towards the ship. Confused, Darrel stoker reached out and called for his brother and sister. They had grabbed rifles and were heading towards the flames. Suddenly he was roughly spun around, "Fly away from here my young Pidgeon. Fly away and never look back. You must become strong and fight someday. Your time will come to help liberate Arus." His Grandmother's eyes were sharp, but blood was dripping down her forehead. She turned him and pushed, hard. Throwing him into the stream of people bording the shuttle... ... and as they poured out of the shuttle. Guns were blazing as Pidgeon threw himself back behind the door frame. His heart was pounding. This was the first time he had been forced to go... He looked down, the gun was still oversized to the ten year old's scrawny hands. He took a deep gulp and hefted the gun. "Com'on Pidgeon!" roared the burly pirate, "It's time you began payin' your dues!" He grabbed Pidgeon by the shoulder and pushed him out into the fray. Immediately Pidgeon found himself face to face with a woman in a spacesuit. There was alread a charred patch on her shoulder, but she was struggling to raise a rifle. For a moment, she simply looked blankly at the small child in front of her, at a loss as she fought with the need to defend her life, and the need to protect a child. Pidgeon raised his own weapon, and on some distant world felt the trigger compress and felt the kick of the gun in his hand. The woman's helmet shattered... ... and Pidge knew that there was no turning back. He turned away from the computer system. If he had done his job, he could be well away from here before anyone could follow the ship. He cursed as he pulled a shard of glass from his knuckle and ran towards the small ship. It was alread badly battered. Beaten up from the last run of pilots. Looking back over his shoulder, he mourned the loss of the pirate family he had grown up with. But he knew, something bigger out there was waiting for him. Captain McCaine lay in the bed. His body still felt like it was on fire. Like the worst sunburn imaginable raged over every inch of him, even across his eyes themselves. The steady drip of sedatives into his body was the only thing that kept him from constantly passing into a state of shock. In his mind, the room itself was still on fire. And in the middle sat a giant cat of red flame. But something about it called him closer, called him to the flame. Something about it wanted him to join the flames, to burn like a fireball screaming through the sky... ...He slammed down the shot glass on the bar. It was the only thing now that kept the urge at bay. Someone tapped on his shoulder. He could hear the man's voice yelling at him. Knew vaguely who it was, and knew why he was angry. The Officer had grounded another pilot for no good reason, and Lance had confronted him about it earlier. The man grabbed his shoulder again, "Don't you hear me you good for nothing drunk?! You think you can just drink your fears away and get back up there? Like that rookie that almost crashed his jet today? Stupid, arrogant punks like you that think strength and courage lie at the bottom of a whiskey glass don't need to be part of the Galaxy Force All..." Pow. Lance didn't remeber the swing, but he remembered seeing the tooth flying in midair, with a thin trail of crimson following it. And then he was in jail. Cold, dark jail. Sobered up, and head pounding as the reality that he would probably never see a flight chair again. He felt drained and empty. He also felt cold. Something he hadn't felt in a long, long time. Outside footsteps announced the guard, "Hey, McCaine, you got a visitor..." Lance looked up to see a young officer he didn't recognize standing there. His uniform was pressed and polished. His hair short and black, and his almond shaped eyes were dark as they looked into the cell. "Yeah? Whattya want." Lance looked and added belated, "Captain." The young man didn't seem taken back by Lance's tone. But there was a pause before he answered, "I need a pilot, and I hear you're the best." Inside of Lance, a fire welled up, threatening to burn through his skin. He felt the flames calling him once again... "But daddy why!?!" the young princess was sobbing as her father dragged her throught he halls. All around, there were great booming noises, and the far off cries of people who were struck with panick. The man stopped and looked down at her, cupping her face in his strong hands, "Allura, I have to go do something." She shook her head, but he held on tightly, "Listen to me. The responsiblity for the people of this planet lies soley on my shoulders. As their ruler, it is my duty to do everything in my power to protect them." Her father took a deep breath, "And I want you to know that I have failed them. I have failed you." Allura pulled free, yelling through her tears, "No Daddy, you... can't leave... can't..." He grabbed her shoulders, "Listen! You are all that is left. To you will fall the heritage of our family. You must see to the future of the people of Arus. Grow strong and become their leader, their hope, and their protector." He knelt down, "I want you to go with Coran. He will look after you until I can return."... ... It wasn't long before the young child learned that he would not be returning. It was years before she learned to be at peace with it. She watched as her people diminished, the few survivors growing fewer and fewer by the year. Watched as her world faded, growing dry, brittle, and barren. She learned at Coran's hand what it took to be a leader, but she knew that she would never truly get to use any of the lessons that she worked so hard on... ... and it was at Merla's claws that she first met someone who had truly made the decisions that Allura would never get the chance to. "My name is Merla, Queen of ash and darkness, last of the royal blood of the house of Shydoyw, once the rulers and guardians of my world. I gave everything up, my life, my palaces, and my people to save them from the hell you have wrought here. You hid while your world died. You continued to fight despite the obvious, and so your people died. And now you try to use these aliens to escort you to saftey while your world dies? Keep your precious royal blood so that some day you could whine about what once was?!"... ... "I AM ALLURA, LAST PRINCESS OF ALTAIRE, DAUGHTER OF THE LAST KING, ALFOR, AND I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU! I WILL PROTECT YOU ALL!" Little Keith laughed as he pointed at the shining colors of the marching band in front of him. His father wobbled slightly as the young boy jumped and stretched out towards the baloons and streamers that floated in the morning air. Finding a perch, the Colonel set his little boy down, holding onto his waste as he leaned in, "Look at them kiddo!" The military was marching by proudly, gleaming rifles and shining uniforms as they moved in step with hoverbikes and heavy assault vehicles. Keith clapped his hands, "I wanna be just like that papa!" The Colonel laughed, "Do you Keith?" "Yeah, just like you!" "Good boy!" he looked proudly at his son. Memories floating hauntingly behind his eyes. To Keith, he only looked like a great war hero, greater than all the soldiers gathered in the parade. "Is that what you want son?" Keith yelled as a hoverjet shot past streaming brilliant red smoke trails, "Of course papa! I want to be a soldier! I want to be a hero!" "So, you'll be the savior of the broken and beaten will you!" The colonel suddenly laughed, "I bet you will! Keith Akira Kogaine, savior of the damned!" He hefted Keith on his shoulder as cannons went off in ceremony, filling the streets with their thunderous booms... ... "This is ridiculous!" boomed Admiral Kogane. Keith stood, at attention, in his father's private study. It seemed that he was always at attention with his father. Always the obedient soldier. "You have everything you could possibly want here Captain, why would you gamble it on some cockamamy deep space mission!" "Sir, will you grant my request?" "What about Alicia?" Keith paused, "She'll understand..." "Captain... Keith... blast. You can't expect her to sit on her hands and wait for you to run off on some deep space mission just to prove yourself." Keith faltered. It had actually been a long time since his dad had called him by his first name. It was enough to make him pause. "Marry the woman, and you can have your pick of positions in this fleet! You've earned it! Hell, she's earned it. She loves you, and you couldn't find a better woman..." "Admiral, sir. With all due respect, I don't think you are the best resource for advice on matters of the heart." That was cruel. Keith knew it, and part of him immediately wished he could take it back. Immediately, any break in that wall that was between them was sealed back up. The Admiral's voice was purely business, "Well then, I will grant you this commission. I hope you know what you're doing. Dismissed." Keith turned, the door behind him opened... ... and the door closed. Keith stood feeling the wrenching pain as he stared at the small table next to the door. The message unit was blinking silently to one side, a scattering of notes laying with some unopened mail on the other. In the center was the ring. He had imagined a life with Alicia, imagined coming home your own man, able to stand tall in the eyes of the world. He couldn't move. Couldn't call out to her. Couldn't stop her. And part of him didn't want to. A large part of him. What he couldn't say to his father... what he couldn't say to her... there was something out there. Something larger than what he had in hand. At least, that was what he felt like. He sure as hell hoped he was right. Because right now, it was looking like there wasn't going to be much left for him here. He turned away from the desk, from the ring, and from what had almost been his future and looked out the window at the evening sky. High above, a few stars seemed to wink into existance in the deep violet depths. Something out there was reaching for him, something calling him to be more than what this world could offer him... Keiths mind refocused to the here and now. He wasn't sure what that was... but he had a feeling that everyone of the pilots had seen it. Every one of them had felt that something was calling them from half a universe away. Swallowing hard, he flexed his arms, "Let's go Voltron, Force!" GM NOTE: MORE TO COME TOMORROW (The actual merge) OUT OF CHARACTER COMMENTS AND NOTES HERE NOTES TABLE OF CONTENTS HERE |
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| Silverwing Wolf | October 7, 2008, 5:19 pm Post #49 |
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Sven remianed entombed in the ice as his arm wound healed, but a part of his mind was racing and another part was remember a darker past Sven had fought tooth and nail to forget and his dule with Yorth didnt help matters. ~Sven's mind~ Sven had acheved the recpectibal rank of Gamma 3, he had fought in many wars and fought hard. He walked downt he corridor of a Canine carrier Iron Claw he found him self on the observation deck looking over the ships large lauching deck and landing platforms, his ship was part of a 100 strong fleet heading to an area known as the Hive Nebula, this is where the Incetoid empire is nested, aloth they have never interfered with the Canines and their allies, but for a while they have been pushing thier bounderies, as part oft he Treaty they must declair what systems they are wanting to make as part of their empire, but in recetn years they have just been conquering nearby worlds and many have seeked the Canines for help, now they have gone too far the last world, Articus, a Canine world with in the Outer Reach, and used for Canine Artic warfare training, and now a large fleet is being sent. Four days later, the fleet enter the Arnes system as they enter Articus's orbit makes it on the far side of the system another 2 days flight time, an two days too long. As they arive the lead ship reviced a signal from a Canine city of Teris, a very tropical planet the second closest to the systems sun two Canine Wolvernine ships where already in the area but now they need more help. "We are sending in more troops, the rest of the fleet will continue to Articus the Iron Claw, Raverger and Soul Flare will remain here and help out the troops on Teris, lets sadle up" The Wolverines began to don on their combat armour, under normal conditions they wear a full under suite, but for tropic missions its a lighter short sleved top and normal pants. Sven pulls on his thigh plats clipping the wasit clasp in to place, next his ship pads with his knee protectors, next his combat boots, Canines normaly go bare footed, but in combat they wear armoured boots that encase thier whole foot. Over his chest gose on his chest armour with shoulder armour, wrist mounts with equipment scanner and field pack next gose on their pack, and last their helmets the visour down, they would normaly place on a full muzzle mask. Once all kitted out the troops headed down to thier waiting dropships, as they ran up the boarding ramps Sven was marking out the names of his squad and handing the dataslate to a deck hand, as squad leader it was his job to ensure the troops where secured in and the ramp closed, Sven took one last look at the other prepeing drop ships and hit the close button on the ramp control, as the ramp retracted Sevn walked down the isle, he rememberd being one of them a young eger Wolverine ready to do their duty. "We have reason to belive" Sevn began "there is an Insecotid hive base on Teris, we have to find it an terminate it befor.." Sven was interuted by an anoucment by the pilot "Sir, we just got word....Thers has been destroyed, an Insectioed Skimmer was seen over there, we'ere going in first wave" Sven had to take a moment takeing a deep breath he continued "We are NOW going in as part of the first wave, means more of them for us to kill, when we go in we smash everything, if it has more then two legs you kill it do you get me?" "WE GET YOU SIR" the troops shouted in unison, as the dropship was lowered into its own lauch bay. Sven sat in his own seat securing him self in he looked over at the other troops. "Yeah we are gonna get some" one said exited "Hell yeah you mess with the Best you Die like all the rest, Yeah!" "We're gonna fight and we are gonna WIN YEAH" the others all shouted, claped and bashed helmets as a sign they are ready. "If only you knew what they where really like men...if only you knew" Sven thought as the ship launches out of its bay to the planet followed by the others from the Iron Claw and more from the other two troop ships. |
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| Roadbuster | October 8, 2008, 1:50 pm Post #50 |
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Outside the City As the visions had streamed through the pilot's consciousness, the lions had automatically moved away from the massive robotic beast. Now, positioned half a kilometer above it, they began a series of alterations. Lightning rolled off the Black Lion and cascaded against vaporous mists that surrounded the Green, fiery flames around the Red, Swirling clouds of sand that swept around the Yellow, and blizzard like hail that trailed off of the Blue. The process seemed to move in graceful slow motion. Keith's voice could be heard as he continued to read his heads up display, "Forming feet and legs..." Stone is half of us all. From the center of stone we can rebuild. From the strength of stone we can stand tall. Steadfast is the stone, unwavering in it's support of our world. The Yellow Lion's stone-like legs rotated in and back, locking into place as the armor panels slid to cover their joints. The head snapped up into a forty five degree angle as the body locked into place, making a strange L shape. Water is at our feet. It surrounds us and protects us, cools our fevers and protects us from the flame of war. Calming are the waters, and with them we stand unharmed. The Blue lion followed suit. It's graceful crystalline legs nearly becoming invisible as they locked into place beneath the flowing blue panels. They both began to trail the Black Lion slightly, closing in on it quickly. "Forming arms..." Life flows from our hands. Come to wrap the universe in its breath, It brings to birth our children and our future. We draw strength from our heart. From it comes the seeds of our knowledge. The Green lion spun into a compact column, it's neck and tail retracting as it did so. Panels slid apart near the center, allowing for greater flexibility there, as a connecting piece rotated out from between the rear legs. Fire is at our grasp. With it we will smite what threatens us, Through the flames we will reach without fear. The forge will kindle our hearths, And our right will hold the darkness back. The Red lion flanked the Green. Rapidly it shifted to form an almost identical coutnerpiece to Pidge's lion. "... and Torso..." Spirit will unify us all. Reaching out on the winds of the Universe, It brings our hopes to reality and perfection. We look to the wisdom of our dreams, Together shall we keep our hopes and our world. The Black lion underwent the greatest shift. The forelegs locked up into the shoulders, which then snapped out and away from the lion's body. The back legs straighted out and seperated down the middle, shifting and expanding as the rear leg armor moved into position to cover the new joints. The wing pods locked slightly forward, splaying further out and downward as the Black lion took place between the Red and the Green. The red plates on the chest popped apart and shifted out, forming a broader chest area and revealing a shining shield, emblazoned with a cross and star, the symbols of the planet Arus that the pilots had seen over and over in the castles and on the keys. Suddenly, all the pieces merged on each other, locking into place on the Black Lion! The Red and Green became arms, the Blue and Yellow legs. Sliding into place with the crackle of the very elements that surrounded each lion in a maelstrom of power. "... and the Head!" The head snapped foward and down on the Black lion. The lower jaw seperated in half, sliding to the sides and dropped further down than was natural, as elements from the lions seemed to swirl around and fill the gaping maw. A shimmering rock appeared near the top as vaporous waters began to freeze over, forming a gracefully carved, and impassive visage. The ice was colored in blues and greens that seemed to streak down over the forehead and nose, leaving streaky water marks running down to the middle of the face before giving way to the solid white of the frozen waters. For the eyes, two balls of fire appear, searing the air with their intensity. From The top of the head, four sharp golden blades slid out and locked into place, forming a crown that glittered in the starlight as the flames danced off it's sharp edges. The heavy wire mane of the Black Lion cascaded down the back of the head. Their ends shaking as the massive creation reared back. The process seemed slow and graceful to the pilots, but to Nani, who watched on the monitors of the castle, it was anything but. To her, it all happened in a flash, the lions seperating form the monster by just a small amount, and then with a titanic force, the red and green lions were slamming into place on the black, the yellow and blue sliding and locking along the legs, and a sudden flare from the face lighting the dark night skies. In less than three seconds she saw standing before her the combined might of the Lion Force. She saw Vol'tron. Fear the teeth that grasp the hilt of our vengeance, fear the flames that burn with the cold of our spirit, the venom of our very life, the energy of our storms, and the solidarity of our world. The massive robot reared back, bringing its arms together across it's chest with a clamoring ring that reverbrated in the air for miles, shaking the ground and air with the sheer force of its sound. Then, the four lion heads, two hands, two feet, each gave off a roar that split the night. Wherever an Arusian stood on Arus, they heard, and some part of them new that salvation was at hand. OUT OF CHARACTER COMMENTS AND NOTES HERE NOTES TABLE OF CONTENTS HERE |
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| John Aversin | October 9, 2008, 5:35 am Post #51 |
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Allura's mind was racing....Hunk, Lance, Keith, Pidge....She had seen, or experienced, those memories from all of them. She could only assume they had felt/experienced hers. She had no outward vantage point to see what had happened, but somehow she felt that they had achieved Vol'tron, unity, between the Lions. And not just in some quasi-spiritual sense, though that was there, too. Her awareness of the Blue Lion, neophyte-like as it was, was different. It didn't feel alone, like an entity unto itself anymore, but conjoined was the best word she could think of, now. Whatever had happened, her mind was still thinking of the ugly creature they had been fighting seperately a moment before and she went straight back to basics. Asking her Lion's computer, "Can our shield spread out enough to cover all five of us?" She didn't know, but hoped the answer was yes. |
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| Roadbuster | October 9, 2008, 10:51 am Post #52 |
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Even as Allura thought of it, the creature, who seemed to only register that his five targets had become one, much larger target, opened it's mandibles and let loose a blasting column of searing radiation! Instantly, Allura felt the sheild forming, deflecting the wave of energy. It thickened in areas where the blast was stronger, and almost seemed to slide around in the air, reflecting and pushing the blast back with ease! |
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| Dreadnought | October 9, 2008, 12:14 pm Post #53 |
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It toook Keith a moment to process and understand the information. In a way he felt closer to his pilots and in another he felt, weakened, almost violated. It was alot to understand and manage at once and he quikly compartmentalized the issues that were confusing him and focused one what he understood. They were unified, they were more powerful, and control was shared. In truth it wasnot much different then directing his team. He was also aware of the fact that Allura not Sven was in the Blue lion and that was another issue he had to 'ignore' for the moment. "This our our first time, so let's keep this simple," Keith announced to everyone. "Hit it with everything you've got...NOW!" |
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| Silverwing Wolf | October 9, 2008, 7:12 pm Post #54 |
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~Svens mind~ The Canine dropships screamed down from the sky in perfect formation, some anit air fire shot at the ten decending dropships, in side the cabin the troops where being shaken. The ships approched the ground, landing gear down vertical thrusters ignighting, touch down the ramps lowered Sven already out of his seat ensigted his men and charged out of the ship first letting out his war cry. But what he found was not a battlefield or any other canine troopers all there was was an empty blackness, he turned to look behind him, his men and the dropship where gone when he turned back a bright light had appered in the center of the blackness, it became brigter and brighter then it went dim for a moment just as Sven steared at it, the light suddenly became a blinding flash, Sventried to shiled his eyes, the light faded again Svens armour and weapon had changed to the his current armour the blackness had changed to a room with stone walls, in the center of the room stood a woman, a human wearing some armour of a bygone era she stood there holding a large Sven approched the woman she seemed old, Sven wasnt sure how humans age effected them, a Canine would continue to fight or work untill they where unabel to he had only seen some old humans during his time at the GDF on Earth. The old woman looked up at Sven she saw him with the same markings as she had on "What are you saying?" Sven asked The old woman suddenly swung "The tree of Life bears fruite for us all" "The waters clam the heart and tame the beast within" "All this with the Spirit of Lio come together to form the grates Gaurdien of all, our savor" Through Fire and Ice, Wind, Stone and Life I shall pass, Head held high Towards an end to the strife. The old woman turned to Sven looking at him she then grabed his arm pulled him in close to look into his eyes "Only one can follow the path of a gaurdien" "What dose that mean old man? make some scence" The old woman had walked to a large "I still dont understand what do you mean? TELL ME!" he shouted the old woman was ignoring him "Still dont get it do you Sven" said a voice "Not good for a Gamma" said another "I thought I tought you better then that trooper" said a more firmillar voice Sven turned around and saw four Canines sitting in the other thrones "It cant be..your...your all dead" "Of course we are Sven we know that we are dead" "We are parts of your mind your guides" "We will help you understand" "Think about it Sven" said the forth voice "Fire, Stone, Life, Water all the things a warrior used long befor when all races where primiteves" "Each one is a Lion" sven replied "Yes, but more than just a lion, they are spirits. In fact, they are a collection of spirits from before." "Are you saying there are spirits inside those mechs?" "Those that have piloted them have become part of the very essence of each lion." "The Blue "YES" they all shouted "Then each were pilotted by those that agreed in spirit... Red, hot natured warriors... Green those who sought new life and their own origins... Yellow, steadfast and strong in mind and body...Blue, those who wanted to keep those around them from harm..." "and" said the forth voice "Black, who can see everything as one... can guide all the others as a team. Together they are stronger than anything else." "Vol'tron, together" said the old woman "you are a warrior Sven, a guardian just like the Blue Lion, "What do you mean?" Sven felt a twinge in his arm, a sharp pain that shot through all the way to his shoulder. "The bond is broken, but the lion will never forget." the woman stood, her features changing. Wolven eyes looked out from a face covered with fine fur, "you have become a part of what is, and what will be. Good luck on your journeys..." she spoke Sven's name. Sven's true name, the name in the language of the Canine people. "Now go Sven Waters of Peace "Open comms" "Sven to Capitan, Im back anything I can do at this end, Im in Blue's hanger, I hope who ever is flying him is taking care of him, whats the situation over there?" **editting the he's to she's and marking them all is tedious, from this point forward I just did the edit and didn't denote it. GM Edit: Lots of things. Some of what was there fundamentally changed what had already been written/shown in areas. Plus, Sven needed to have some vision to convince him and let him know he was no longer the Blue pilot (you came close, but you floated away from it.) I also changed the blue spirit to a woman, because the last pilot was a woman (you would have REALLY had to dig to find that bit of info though. It was mentioned waaaaay back) Also, there's no reason that Sven would be finding out about Voltron, no one else had any visions even hinting at it's existance (other than the cryptic wording I re-used here, saying that they were more powerful 'Vol'tron, together') <-see OOC comments for a few more details of why the changes. Edited by Roadbuster, October 10, 2008, 2:02 pm.
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"Lo as I walk thought the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear No evil, for I'm 15,000 feet and climbing!"
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| Roadbuster | October 10, 2008, 2:35 pm Post #55 |
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As Sven's hands tapped on the strange holographic command pad of the floating anaemonie console, something felt... off. Suddenly, he remembered Yuroth's blade piercing his shoulder, the bone crunching noise, and the flood of blood. He looked down, and stared for a moment, uncertain of what to make of it. Leaning back on the soft curved pillowlike chair, he held his hand up to the soft blue light of the Waters. It glinted in the light, a mesh of metal wires, smooth clear plastics, and wires that pumped liquides just below the primary surface. Cautiously, he turned the cybernetic hand and arm over, examining it carefully, as one might examine a poisonous snake. The construction was advanced. Highly advanced. In fact, it was likely that a light skin of sythe flesh would hide it's existance altogether. The metallic pieces were the primary outter covering, though there were gaps between the smooth, curved struts that allowed a clear view of some of the inner workings. What was really surprising is that he could feel the cold air of the Waters of Peace across it's surface. He could feel the odd flumphy keys on the anemonie console. Could feel his own skin brushing against it! The sensations weren't as strong as his other hand and arm, but they were there! Looking down, Sven took note. The... arm went from about an inch off his shoulder, but he would guess that it probably had pieces that stretched further into his torso for stability. The edges of the original flesh were cleanly locked into a thin metallic disk. For the moment, he was unsure if the arm could be removed, and wasn't really willing to yank on it to see. Shaking himself, he looked back at the anemonie, that had not reacted to his commands, "Verisu! Bring up the data I requested!" There was only the sound of the bubbling waters around him. Outside the City The seperate lion's mouths opened, and out rushed flame, acid, a sandstorm, and a blizzard. The blasts smashed into the creature! The actual force sent it sliding backwards, digging up troughs in the dried forest around it! In the darkness, red flames could be seen glittering from one of the arms that had been torn apart form the onslaught. The creature changed it's stance, lowering it's body to the ground, and focusing it's attacks. Twenty blasts of radiation pierced out from the back of the shell. The sheilds around Voltron caught it, but still, burning waves of energy bled through and into the pilots. Keith looked at the tacticals. Blue and Yellow lions were still reporting that the primary shell of the beast hadn't been cracked. Suddenly, the shell popped apart, and out slid the pearlescent wings. They began to beat violently, their edges glowing as a sudden maelstrom of energy eminated from their surfaces! The massive component robot was pushed backwards and out of the sky, hard! Keith struggled with the sensors, seeing winds of over eight hundred kilometers per hour coming from the beast! Worse still, the winds were laced with radiation, creating a pinpoint hurricane of destruction! OUT OF CHARACTER COMMENTS AND NOTES HERE NOTES TABLE OF CONTENTS HERE |
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| Dreadnought | October 10, 2008, 3:52 pm Post #56 |
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"Hunk!" shouted Keith not wanting to test Lances flames or his own wind power against the obscene winds buffeting Voltron. But with the power of the other four lions backing him up Keith hoped yellow had the strength to do the job. "Puncture those wings!" |
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| John Aversin | October 11, 2008, 1:14 am Post #57 |
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Dragonsbane
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Allura was gritting her teeth as she concentrated everything she had on the shielding the Blue Lion was contributing to the overall capacity of the combined Lions. She didn't know if he already had it, but Allura heard Keith's command and sent, via thought, the tactical data she had gathered about the wings earlier to all the others. She wanted Hunk's attack to count for everything it possibly could. |
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-Lord John Aversin, Thane of Alyn Hold, Slayer of the Golden Dragon of Wyr | |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | October 11, 2008, 9:41 pm Post #58 |
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the over-inspired story-teller
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It was disorienting for Hunk. He knew his own mind, how it worked, what to do to help it work better. These images and streams of information were giving him a nasty headache. Further, he would rather have kept private matters private. It all combined into a constant buzz of agitation and near-panic through his own thoughts. He heard the command, and that gave him something to focus on. Once he focused, he realized he felt the unbalace of the falling gestalt Lionoid robot keenly. He felt the forces and vectors putting chaos into the Voltron's motions while he felt the focus on the enemy's wings. Not verbally responding, Hunk gave a shout of exertion, and shoved his arms forward with the control sheaths. It was a primal rush, a compulsive instinct that delivered two elements. First, the ground beneath the enemy monster blew open, and two massive spikes of compressed rock shot up, driving straight for each side of the exposed energy-generating clusters. The second was an impulse to all the other pilots, a feeling for how to make Voltron stabilize in flight, almost like a muscle-memory impression of how to have the robot flip over itself and stabilize in the air. |
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| Roadbuster | October 14, 2008, 12:09 pm Post #59 |
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The ground shot up in four spikes, one under each irridescent massive wing. The rock spears slammed into the wing's surface, and the sudden maelstrom of irradiated winds ceased as the wings tore and shattered in a blast of energy! Around the monster, the ground was charred black. For perhaps a kilometer, the woodlands, and some of the suburbian outskirts of the cities was leveled, smoking and practically glowing from the horrendous winds that had torn through them. With the cessation of the winds, Hunk found himself again struggling against a loss of stability. The Vol'tron form was smoking, the body armor blackened in many areas. Allura's defensive readouts were blaring across everyone's HUD. They showed that the wing damage, while effectively nullifying that weapon, was still not enough to stop the creature. Lance's voice... or was it his thoughts, could be heard growling from the Red Lion, "This thing is still basically intact. According to the readings, we've done little more than given it a few broken fingers and a skin rash!" Keith looked at the readout, the Black Lion's own interpretations appearing. The shell made the creature almost an impenitrable rock. All their attacks so far were too diffuse to do any real damage. They needed to crack that shell open... |
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| Dreadnought | October 14, 2008, 4:20 pm Post #60 |
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Keith gritted his teeth wishing there was some way they could combine their strengths into a peircing attack, but there was just too much about this gestalt they didn't understand yet. No that HE didn't understand yet. But he did understand one thing, biology. "I need you all on this one. The thing is, essentially, a beetle, like beetles it protects it's sensitive wings and abdomen with it's carapace and LIKE a beetle that carapace opens to reveal it's wings. Hunk, Allura, Lance can we pry the wing-covers open, and if we strike underneath that will it do the job?" Edited by Dreadnought, October 14, 2008, 4:21 pm.
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