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Project Marionette Boss Battle
Topic Started: Jun 25 2011, 05:26 PM (803 Views)
Daiohma
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This battle will take place aboard an old Valuan research ship that crashed into a small island just after the crystal wars.

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This Ship was once part of a Valuan research fleet, Aboard was a group of some of the finest scientist minds in Valua.
Their main goal was something called Project Marionette, which is something not known to many outside of the fleet.
Rumors have spread around that after the ship wrecked the scientists were all killed in the crash.
Most people have been looking for this ship as it has been told that inside was an extremely powerful energy source,
that and some even say it has all sorts of treasure.

A few sailors have managed to find this lost ship, but none seem to make it back.
Just what could be going on within this ship?

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The marionette Jumped down from his ship, the Silent Puppet. He landed behind a large rock to make sure he was not seen.
He had arrived at the island that he had heard stories of, and true to them stories there was indeed an old Valuan research ship on the island.
''Do you truly have an unlimited power source?'' He muttered as he looked on.
Having to relay on yellow moonstones was not hard for Marionette, but if there was such thing as and unlimited power source then he wanted to find out.

As he looked around there seemed to be remains of smaller wooden ships all around the island, blue and black flags laid across the ground.
What seemed to bother Marionette was that there was no sign of bodies at all.

As he made his way towards the huge ship he noticed that the storm clouds above the island were much larger than normal.
Lights were on inside the ship, and as he got closer he noticed Guards standing watch outside of the main entrance.
What was odd was that they were wearing old Valuan Armada armor, the war was over so what these guards were doing was probably nothing to do with Valua itself.

He looked around, there were guards on all sides of the ship. He did not want to fight unless there was a solid reason to.
All he wanted was to see what was inside, to confirm what he thinks is hidden.

As he made his way around the side he decided that the best way for him to enter was the left side of the ship as it was the closest to the rocks.
Marionette silently made his way around to find there was only two guards at this door.
Sneaking up on the first one he placed his hand almost against his back with out him noticing.

He let out a small but effective shock from his yellow moonstone. The Guards armor helped the charge pass into his body knocking him unconscious.
The second guard heard this and turned around fast only to be stopped by meeting Marionette eye to eye.
The man started shaking but was did not seem to be fear, it was something else.
Marionette took no time in slamming his large metal claws against the mans helmet, also knocking him unconscious.

With the two guards out cold on the left door he slowly pulled the door apart with his claws.
He entered the long corridor and made his way to the central room.

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This Boss Battle is now underway.
This first post is for your character to arrive on the island and make their way inside where the main battle will take place.
The ship is guarded on all four sides, The left door has two unconscious guards.
The right has two normal guards while the front has two elite guards.
Back of the ship has a group of five guards resting and drinking.

Get into the ship however you like, sneaking in is fine. If you want to make a big entrance that's fine too but you may set off alarms and alert more guards.
The guards are all NPCs so take them down as you wish.

Time limit for each post is seven days after the last post is made.
Fail to post and your character will be killed.
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The aft section of the crashed ship was more brightly lit than the rest of its exterior. The large doors leading into the cargo bay stood wide open and a group of guards loitered about the area. Whether they were on guard or on a break wasn't certain. Most likely it was a little bit of both.

Two of the men sat outside of the bay. A small fire burned between them and they appeared to be cooking something in a black cauldron over the flames. Another pair of guards stood at the top of the ramp leading inside. They were talking and laughing between themselves. A final guard sat atop a wooden crate inside the cargo bay. A magazine was spread out across his lap and a cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly one of the guards next to the entrance perked up. "Hey, do you hear that?" He asked, glancing into the murk just beyond the firelight.

The other guard glanced around. "Hear what?"

"I thought I heard someone yelling." The first responded.

"Probably coming from inside." The second reasoned.

The first nodded. "Yeah, I guess so."

The two guards relaxed and continued their conversation. A few seconds later the first guard silenced his comrade and took a few steps down the ramp. "Listen. I know I heard a voice this time. And it's not coming from inside."

"Yeah, I can hear it now. Sounds like an engine." The second agreed.

The sound of an approaching vehicle grew louder. The two men seated around the fire also heard it and stood up. They began edging back towards the cargo bay, raising their weapons nervously.

Suddenly a small craft burst into view, flying out of the darkness as it barreled straight towards the open doorway. Seated behind the wheel of what appeared to be a small boat was a woman wearing a maniacal expression on her face. Her auburn hair blew in the wind behind her and a string of curses and obsenity fell from her mouth as she drove towards them like a bat out of hell.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY JACK-WAGON!" Annie screamed as her boat bore down on the two men who had been near the fire. They didn't bother raising their lance rifles to fire at her. They could do nothing except run for their lives. But it was too late for that.

The boat ran one of the guard down, knocking him flat as it blasted by. The second guard almost reached the imagined safety of the cargo bay when Annie's boat slammed into him from behind. He was plastered against its bow as she leapt out. Now out of control the boat crashed into the side of the airship, killing the guard instantly.

"Hang on Bessie! We're going in!" Annie cried as she hit the ground running. Her momentum allowed her to tuck and roll, avoiding a hale of gunfire from the two men at the top of the ramp. Those two glanced around feverishly, expecting to see a second madwoman coming after them too. But there was only the one. Bessie might have been the name of the weapon she carried or an imaginary friend or one of the voices in her head. They weren't really sure.

Regaining her feet Annie charged in low, bullets zinging around her like wasps. She reached the two guards, still running at full speed. Her wiry arms came around, swinging her blunderbus like a cudgel and catching one of the men across the temple. Even as he fell, stunned, Annie brought the weapon back down and fired it into the chest of the second. He died instantly but the first was only unconscious.

That just wouldn't do.

"Now when you wake up just remember that I was the one who killed you." Annie said with a devilish smile as she drew her pistol and busted a cap in the fallen guard. Glancing around in satisfaction she noted the four fallen guards were all carrying lance rifles.

"Feh, you won't need them anymore." Annie snorted. She holstered her pistol and slung the blunderbus across her shoulder. The lance rifles were also on slings so she would have to roll the dead guards aside to free them.

Annie was in the midst of doing this when the fifth and final guard, a cowardly fellow who had taken shelter behind the box he'd been occupying, broke from cover and made a run for the door leading into the ship.

Hearing his footfalls Annie's head snapped up. She drew her pistol, took aim and pulled the trigger. "Damn! Empty!" She swore, dropping the unloaded weapon. A shrug of her shoulder dropped the equally empty blunderbus into her waiting hands. Another trigger pull and; "Dammit!" Annie dropped the blunderbus and tugged frantically at the lance rifles but they were still pinned by the dead weight of the guards' bodies.

The last guard was halfway across the room. In a fit of cursing Annie finally reached down, yanked off her own boot and hurled it at the guard. Her aim was uncanny and the heavy footwear struck him in the back of the head. "Yes!" Annie crowed, pumping her arm in the air as he fell.

"No! Stay away from me!" The craven guard pleaded as Annie entered the cargo hold. He slithered backwards across the floor as she stalked him, whistling a sea ditty as she came. It was very creepy and the murderous look in her eye was scaring him @#$&less.

Finally Annie came to stand over the guard. Her foot came down on his crotch, wounding his manhood and holding him in place. "Now then little piggy. Where's the treasure?"

"T,treasure? What are you talking about?" The guard whimpered.

"Don't play dumb with me jackass!" Annie screamed. "There's supposed to be some kind of fantastic treasure hidden in this wreck! And I wants it! All of it! NOW!"

A patch of wetness began to spread across the fabric of the guard's pants. Annie withdrew her foot, looking at her boot in disgust. "Oh you little piss-ant..." She raised it to stomp a mudhole in the guard's ass but he saved himself by flinging his hand towards the wall. "It's over there! That big, red button! Press it and the door to the treasure will open!"

"Oh really? That's all there is to it? Well, that was easy." Annie muttered in disappointment. "Somehow I expected this to be more of a challenge. Anyway, thanks for the info chum. Catch you on the flip-flop!" And then she kicked him in the head. Hard.

Collecting her guns, her boot and the guard's lance rifle Annie came to stand before the big, red button. "Huh. So I just press this and the treasure is mine? Alrighty then." She said to herself and then pressed the button.

A siren began to blare throughout the cargo bay. Annie swore long and loudly.

"Oh well, I was planning on whooping some ass anyway." Annie snorted. She glanced around, locating a door that probably led deeper into the ship.

"Guess I should get started then. It's gonna be a long night." Annie said as she lit up a cigar, shouldered her new lance rifle and began walking towards the door. Guards would likely be amassing on the other side of it about now.

"Better look out boys. Mama's here to give you a spanking!"
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The small craft purred to a standstill next to the island, two ready men quickly setting to work putting in place a rope ladder in place against the cliff before them. Blackman just watched on. All three were almost perfectly silent. A low cloud covered them and their craft, and its gentle whips had also concealed the boat’s.

The two pilots were skilled in getting where they wanted to without being seen, moreso than Blackman, and that was why Blackman depended on them. A good number of people in the fleet fit that description for one task or another: <i>better than Blackman,</i> and so the officer found himself depending on a great number of men. He wasn’t the ridiculous sort to have his pride wounded over such realities, but he did like to sometimes do things for himself. This place, this island as going to be one of those times.

“Are you sure you wish to go alone, Sir?” One of the assassins asked, having finished securing the rope ladder.

“Quite.” Was the simple reply he gave.

Blackman adjusted the ashen trader’s tunic he wore, and quickly checked over his supplies by touch.

There was a rumor about this island, about this crashed ship… well, no; it was more than a rumor, else Blackman would not be standing there. This legend was not something the Black Fleet could simply pass up; not in their right minds at least. Even so, only a few of the fleet’s captains had any real faith in it, and none of them wanted to pardon resources to investigation, as tight as resources had been. And so Blackman requested the leave of two soldiers and for himself, and promised to look into the matter personally. This wasn’t an offer the other captains could turn down, and so Blackman’s personal quest began.

Yes, perhaps others in the fleet could have done a better job, but once in a while it was Blackman’s turn.

Without another word to the two men, Blackman scaled the rope ladder.

He might not be the best at remaining unseen and unheard, but he had been taught, and he had ran a few scouting missions back in his day in the Fourth Fleet, so he was far from incompetent. As he peaked his head over the side of the cliff, he trusted the limited foliage and a low profile to hide him. He scanned, taking in the scene in bit by bit.

A great collection of downed ships decorated the landscape, but the man noticed no graves. He supposed a quick toss off the island for the bodies would have made sense, yes, but… something about it didn’t sit right with him. With narrowed eyed he carefully looked over the scene once more, but came up with no further clues.

The rumble of thunder sounded overhead as the storm clouds grew in strength.

His scanning noted a collection of men off to one side, looking towards the back. Too many for his tastes; Blackman wasn’t a fighter. Looking a bit farther and Blackman just made out a second entrance just beyond some rocks. Likely to be fewer guards, and with better cover to them to hide his approach, yes… yes… that would do just fine. A final cautious search showed a good path to the rocks, and so Blackman hoisted himself over the cliff edge, and made his advance.

The rocks hid him from the guards, but also the guards from him, and so he depended on his sense of hearing to ensure no threats were near. As he drew closer to the ship, he was more and more surprised that everything remained quiet; where were the guards?

At last Blackman had his answer. In confusion, he looked on at the two armored forms that rested on the ground, one bearing a slight char from a yellow spell, the other with no apparent signs of injury. The Black Fleet officer crept over and examined the bodies, placing a hand against their unarmored lower. The heat was fading fast from both.

Blackman heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and he wasted not a moment. A prayer to the purple moon was uttered even as his hand darted to the flintlock pistol at his side. Purple tendrils hung in the air, evidence of the Panika spell, and the guard staggered back. Blackman stood straight, leveled his flintlock at the man’s head, and pulled the trigger.

The body tumbled into the shadows, a bullet shot clean through his skull.

But the shot of his flintlock was not the sound Blackman heard.

A loud crash sounded back in the direction of the ship’s main entrance, causing Blackman to instinctively dash away from it, and into the safety of the ship. A few steps inside, and he was glad he moved as quickly as he did; the screams, shouts, and the unmistakable noise of combat thundered into the ship from the craft’s back half. Steadying himself, he put away his flintlock, and pulled out the revolver. With cautious steps, he began to following the trail of whoever killed the two guards outside.

He wandered down the hallway, after whomever killed the first two guards with understandable caution.
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The corridor seemed to go on forever, filled with darkness.
Only the sound of the storm outside and flashes of yellow light was all Marionette could see.

As he walked closer to what seemed to be the main section of the ship he stopped for a brief moment.
The sound of the storm was nothing to the screams that came from the end of the corridor.
Screams of pain and agony. As he reached the end he made sure to move as silent as possible, leaning against the large metals creates that littered the corridor he looked out into the main room.

The main room of the ship was indeed huge. Large machines and flashing yellow lights.
He could see that around the room stood a impressively large number of guards all wearing old Valuan armada uniforms.
''Whats going on!?'' He whispered to himself. Why were these men still acting like the armada was never defeated.
Moving a little closer he could see that the guards were not alone, the room was filled with scientists.
''Curious.'' He whispered to himself once more as he silently moved into the room, hiding behind a large computer.

What Marionette could hear was a mixture of guard banter and scientist chatter, but there was another sound.
A sound that was somewhat creepy. Moaning, moaning of people in pain.
As he looked up he saw in shock the the whole upper part of the room was nothing but a large prison cell.
The men and women locked up were with no mistake pirates and merchants that became marooned on this island.

''Bring the next one out.'' A voice came from nearby.
Marionette looked out to see two guards bring a man to a table an tie him down.
A scientist came over with an assortment of tools.
Just as he cut open the man's arm, Marionette had seen enough.

''Just what is going on here!?'' He barked as he moved into view.
The room went silent as the guards and scientists all gazed at him.

''Oh great, another one escaped.'' One scientist called out.
''No no, this one can talk?'' Another called.

Marionette was a little confused by these words.
What were these people on about?

His question would soon be answered as he heard a voice come from behind him.
''Welcome home P.M.02.''

Marionette turned to see an old man in a long white coat staring him right in the eyes.
He slowly walked around Marionette as he addressed his fellow workers and guards.
''As you all know Project Marionette started long before the great Crystal war.''
He then pointed at Marionette, ''and in the time we created three Marionettes, each with a slight problem.''

Marionette looked the man in the eyes. ''So mine would be my power supply.''
''Haha oh my no!'' The old man laughed. ''Your would be that you have a mind of your own.
He clicked his fingers and the guards slowly moved in.

''P.M.01 was uncontrollable and P.M.03 escaped before completion.''
He grinned as he pointed up to the prison cells, ''These people here have served well as test dummies, hahaha.''

Marionette braced himself and was ready to rip the old man's head clean off his body,
''You monster.'' He called out as he leaped at him, but as he made contact he was blasted back against the wall by an electronic wave.
The old man obviously prepared himself.

Monster, me? You should look in the mirror.'' He insulted Marionette.
The guards moved in closer as Marionette picked himself up.
The old Man was now at his own personal desk, there was no way to harm him with that electric shield of his.

Marionette stood ready for the oncoming battle.
''I wont let you create mindless monsters solely for battles.''

The old man clicked his fingers again, more guards moved into the room.
Near the old man was a huge metal door with another on the other side of the room.
As he pressed a button on his desk the door on the far side of the room opened.
''Meet some of my latest creations, not perfect but they will do well to dispose of you!''

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The main battle will now take place in this main room.
You may enter as the fight starts or before hand and hear whats going on.

The old man can not be harmed.
In the room there are guards, scientists and 'Marionettes', (numbers 4 to 8) that can be used as NPCs to fight.
The Marionettes are not compleat and are a mix of human and machine.

Scientists go down easy, guards are normal, marionettes can be a problem but remember they are mindless fighters who only care for killing.


Edited by Daiohma, Jul 4 2011, 10:49 PM.
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As Annie approached the door a thought occurred to her. She drew her pistol and opened the action. A spent cartridge filled the chamber. "Hell's bells but no shells." She muttered.

Bracing her back against the wall Annie sat down her purloined lance rifle and loaded a fresh bullet into her pistol. Then, unslinging her blunderbuss she removed a paper-wrapped bundle and a powder horn from her pocket. First she poured a liberal amount of gunpowder down the muzzle and then crammed the paper packet, filled with grapeshot, down on top of it. Finally she replaced the spent percussion cap beneath the hammer and she was all set.

Annie had no sooner reloaded her guns than the door burst open and a squad of guards rushed into the room. Catching sight of their fallen cohorts they immediately drew their weapons. "Search the perimiter!" Their leader called. "Whoever did this must still be in the area!"

The guards fanned out, searching the room and venturing outside the ship in search of Annie who had been standing right behind them the whole time. The open door had hidden her from their site. Their ineptitiude kept them from bothering to turn around.

With a snicker Annie walked through the door. "Hasta la pasta dumbasses!" She called out, flipping the guards the bird as she slammed the portal closed and locked it behind her. A moment later and the sound of fists banging against the door and muffled shouts of anger could be heard. Annie didn't bother sticking around to exchange insults though. She had more important things to do.

~

Annie raced down the corridor the moment the sound of violence reached her ears. Someone up ahead was throwing down and she wanted in on that action. "Alright! Come and get some!" She screamed as she burst into the wide room at the end of the corridor.

Naturally Annie hadn't bothered to look before she leapt. But now that she was in the thick of things she decided to do so. Scanning the room she saw a bunch of men in white coats, armored soldiers and......

"YO! TIN MAN!!" Annie cried upon seeing the Marionette. Like her he was a bounty hunter so it was natural that she would recognize him. Annie didn't know much about the mysterious fellow but at the moment he looked like he was in for a serious beatdown.

Time to even the odds a bit. "You look like you could use a..."

From somewhere off to her right someone screamed and rushed at Annie, interrupting her witty banter. She turned to glare at him but instead blanched at the horrid sight her eyes beheld. Who...or what was coming for her was obviously human, but not completely.

The bizarre assailant was deathly pale and dressed in tattered clothing. His right eye burned with bloodlust and flecks of foam gathered around his mouth. But it was his other eye that gave Annie the creeps. That's because it wasn't an eye at all. The entire left side of the man's face was covered by a metal plate. A single red lense glowed from his eye socket.

Annie raised her lance rifle and fired at him. Her aim was spot on as usual but the bullet was swatted away effortlessly by....whatever the guy was wearing on his hands. At first glance they looked like big, metal gloves with three-bladed claws where the hands would be. But a second look revealed these mechanical appendages were grafted into the man's elbows, replacing his limbs altogether.

As the mechanical madman bore down on her Annie did what any hardened soldier would do in this situation. She freaked out. "Die die die die die die FRIGGIN' DIE!" She screamed as she fired round after round into the oncoming cyborg.

The marionette staggered back under the hail of gunfire but slowly righted itself and leapt forward to continue the onslaught. Its claws came down in a double overhanded slam, seeking to crush Annie like an insect.

She deftly twisted out of its way and, for a brief moment, found herself with an opening. The force of its blow had imbedded the marionette's claws in the iron plating of the floor. It twisted them this way and that, ripping the metal as if it were wet parchment. Another second or two and it would be free.

"Too late. Game over pal!" Annie growled as she swung her lance rifle up into the marionette's face. Its sharpened tip punctured the glowing red eye, causing the creature to reel backwards in sudden pain. Then Annie pulled the trigger.

The marionette fell backwards, dead before it struck the floor. The mechanical half of its face was ruined. Blood seeped from the gaps in the plates. Oddly enough the creature's human eye held an expression that could only be described as relief.

Suddenly not in the mood to spit on, curse at or generally disrespect her fallen foe Annie checked the level of ammunition left in the lance rifle. "Only three shots left. Better make them count." Annie muttered.

Turning to face the other four marionettes and a crap-ton of guards she waved them closer. "Come and get it boys. Plenty of whoop-ass to go around!"
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''Just what is going on here!?''

A voice echoed to Blackman as he was only steps from rounding the corner. He slowed his pace, softened his steps, and began to listen closely.

''Oh great, another one escaped.'

''No no, this one can talk?''

Blackman peered out from around the corner, and his brow rose at what he saw. Guards, scientists, equipment worthy of DeLoco himself, and… mechanical men, as best as Blackman could describe, who looked almost like something out of fairytales that he heard told about an age long past…

The scene progressed, and it was clear that one of the ‘projects,’ as so labeled by one man, was on his own side with everyone else on the other. To make matters worse for the loner, tensions were quickly climbing. The officer’s first inclination was to join the side of the elder dressed in the garb of a scientist—the one who spoke with equal measure confidence and intelligence. After all, his side was clearly the more powerful; better armed and more numerous.

This notion was set aside in short order; Blackman examined the man with his single emerald eye, and it was easy to tell that the man was too confident, too prideful, and quite simply malicious. A man like that was not the sort with which you could make alliances. Not when he thought he had the upper hand. Not when you were trespassing on his ship. Not when he was so ready to make use of martial might…

And then a woman leapt into the scene. It only took a moment to read her; full of crude, unbridled spirit, she was a mercenary of some sort—her dress and demeanor gave her away—although she was not one that Blackman knew of. Quickly she seemed to team up with the ‘marionette,’ and just as quickly entered into the fray.

And showed exactly what sort of creature she was: a half-pint bottle of hell on legs.

Her methods were crude, risky, uncontrolled, unrefined. In fact, Blackman could make a whole list of critiques of the woman’s performance, even though he wasn’t much of a fighter himself. Despite such criticism, he had to give the woman one thing.

"Too late. Game over pal!"

The sound of the rifle round filled the room, and the marionette toppled over, dead.

Yes, Blackman had to give the woman one thing: she got the job done.

The two were reasonable allies, and the only allies Blackman could hope to have. The choice Blackman had to make was simple. Not ideal, but in a world such as this only the ambitionless and the dreamers aimed for their ideals. His hand reached inside the trader’s garment he wore, feeling the cool metal grip against his palm. Smoothly he drew the weapon as he moved out from behind his hiding spot. Gracefully the weapon was swung into aiming position, the hammer back, and the officer down to one kne—all by way of a single motion. Emerald eye peered over the iron sight. He adjusted his grip, aimed a bit higher, and pulled down on the trigger.

The crack took the guards and scientists by surprise, a few spinning to face the newcomer. One guard didn’t; he was grasping at his wounded arm. Blackman wasted neither time nor effort second guessing what he had begun. Again the trigger was pulled back. Again the man adjusted his aim. Again he pulled firmly back on the trigger.

The same guard fell to the ground, doing so without so much as a scream. Blackman didn’t bother looking where he had hit the man; it was enough to know it had been lethal. Hammer back. Aim. Shoot. The shot went wide. Hammer back. Aim. Shoot. Red blossomed from a scientist’s head. Hammer back. Aim. Shoot. It ricocheted off the far wall; no man screamed. Hammer back. Aim. Shoot. A guard buckled over from the round cutting him through the middle.

Before the armored corpse hit the ground, Blackman was already to his feet, and diving towards a stack of supply crates. Rolling over and sitting up with his back against the cover, he fumbled rounds into his weapon. Weary, quick glances were offered over his shoulder as each bullet was thumbed in. Six quick shots, four hits, three kills. He knew he shouldn’t be unhappy about the results, except…

He knew that was the best he could hope to do. Even with a clean aim and the element of surprise on his side, he still missed twice, and one hit was little more than a wounding blow, and his targets weren’t anywhere close to the threat the marionettes were…

Unimpressive or not, he knew that he had accomplished what he had intended; he had beyond doubt proven which side he was on.

“Pleasantries later,” Blackman announced with remarkable calmness as he loaded the last bullet in. “First? Survival.”

That was Blackman’s simple proposed alliance.
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Marionette found himself looking into the eyes of the old man.
Between them both was a seemingly endless number of guards and scientists.
As he stared him down the old man just smirked, he knew that he could not be harmed. Well as long as he had that electronic shield that is.

Just as Marionette was about to rush the group of guards who had positioned themselves around him they all including Marionette turned their heads to see a person dash into the room.
The speed and size was fast, suddenly chaos broke out. Marionette recognized the girl, Annie. A fellow mercenary.
He recalls bumping into her a few times when looking for work. He had never seen her fight before but for some reason he was not surprised at her fighting style.

Suddenly she was taken by surprise by one of the incomplete Marionettes, and it seemed to have the upper hand.
That was until she managed to blow half of it's face away.

Seeing the creature die filled Marionette with rage, it was not the creature fault, nor was it Annie's.
As the battle started another presence entered the room without many people noticing.
Marionette was uncertain who the man was, but the second he started firing at the guards he knew he was on the same side.

He turned to lock eyes with the old man again. The guards rushed him, five at once.
Marionette did not need to move as they ran at him. He swung his arm with speed and force at the first guard to get in range.
The huge metal claws riped through the armor like as if it was paper. With the man still attached he swung his arm at another guard, the first flying off and smacking into the second.
The impact caused the second guards helmet to fall. Marionette took this opportunity and slammed his hands together around the guards head.
His anger level was high and his yellow moonstone eye started to shine.
''JULIAN!!!'' He shouted out in rage.

''Ah, so you do remember.'' The old man chuckled to himself.
Julian was the head of this twisted project.
Marionette recalled seeing him while he was on the operation table, that was all. The rest was still a blank mystery to Marionette.

As the third and four guard approached Marionette he rushed at them both, kicking the left one with his leg.
The metal on metal caused the guard to fall over, knocking the other guard to the ground with him.
''You die.'' Marionette said in a 'dead' voice as he slammed his claws down on each of their heads.

He stood their with blood dripping from his hands, he looked up for a moment to see the faces of the trapped pirates and merchants.
Julian had to be stopped at all costs.
He started to walk towards him when Julian simple pointed at Marionette.
Marionette was confused for a second until he noticed the finger was not at himself but pointing behind him.
As he turned he was met face to face with a large man who looked like he was once from Nsar.
He was no longer a man, both his legs had been replaced by treads and his left arm as nothing more than a giant axe.
''Your an ugly one aren't you.'' Marionette insulated as he stood ready to attack.

~

''Where are my guards? GUARDS!!'' Julian called out, while two elite guards came to stand by his side.
''Now then, Marionette is occupied with 'Big M', and I see that the little girl took care of 'red'.''
Julian was running data on his screen, to him this had become a sick game.

''Time for some girl on girl, haha.'' He laughed as he pointed at Annie.
Along his bony fingers was a device he used to control his 'puppets'.
Surly enough as soon as he pointed another 'Marionette' started it's slow walk towards the girl.
This one a lady who was once a merchant.

''Oh and don't think I did not see you!'' Julian turned to point at the creates that Blackman had hid behind.
Just like before as soon as he pointed another 'Marionette' started to make his way towards him.
This one was a lot slower than the others, having both legs replaced by thin metal rods.
''Wait, why did I approve that design? Oh never mind!''

With the guards fighting the scientists start to join in, using all sorts of equipment to battle with.

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''Big M hey?'' Marionette joked as the large creature slammed his axe arm down.
Marionette jumped to one side and slashed his claws at the axe. To his disbelief he did not do much damage.
''Seems Julian has stepped up his game?'' He ran behind the man just as the axe became free.
The large creature swung his axe arm as his treads spun him around in a circle.

Marionette had already got out of reach but it was too late for a group of scientists who had got closer to try and hold down Marionette.
There bodies stood for a few seconds with their heads attached, then they slowly dropped to the ground as the creature rolled over them.
As the creature moved towards Marionette he started to swing his axe once more, this time when he swung it down at the Marionette he missed completely and got his axe stuck in the body of a man who was tied to an operation table.

''Julian is slacking on their intelligence it would seem.'' Marionette took this chance while the axe was stuck.
He ran up to the large man and shoved his claws into he face, two of the claws when for the eyes and came out the back of the head.
With a twisting motion he took the things head clean off and tossed it to one side.

As it rolled across the ground Marionette found himself face to face with another small group of guards.
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Annie waved her lance rifle back and forth, threatening the group of guards who were slowly advancing on her. "What's wrong boys? Scared?" She cackled. There were five of them, the exact number of shots she had amongst her current arsenal.

Somewhere in the back of her consciousness Annie realized the predicament she was in. One miss and she'd be an a supreme disadvantage. But that was in the back of her mind. At the forefront of her thoughts was something like; "RAH RAH KILL 'EM ALL DIE DIE DIE!" and the idea that she might actually lose this fight never really occurred to Annie.

Annie took careful aim at one of her approaching assailants. A shot rang out and he dropped his sword, clutching a bloody gash in his arm. Another shot was fired and he went down. "Huh?" Annie quirked an eyebrow. She hadn't even pulled the trigger yet.

From behind some crates another gunman entered the fray. He fired again and again, emptying the cylinder of the revolver he carried. A scientist and another soldier perished in the wake of his attack. He'd certainly helped to even the odds a bit and Annie spared a moment to bid him welcome.

"Hey nut-hugger! Where the hell did you learn to shoot? I could pull better marksmanship than that out of my @$$!"

Further pleasantries would have to wait until later. It seemed that the scientist responsible for this freak show had sicced another one of his abominations on Annie. This one was a female as well. At her master's request she began gliding gracefully across the floor towards Annie, stopping only briefly to slaughter the four guards who stood between her and her prey.

The soldiers went down in a spray of blood and shredded metal. Their grisly deaths did give Annie a hint as to what she was up against now. With nothing between them now she could see that this new cyborg also bore two sets of three-fingered claws much like the last one. But her digits were much shorter. Arcs of electricity danced between the fingers, forming a deadly high-voltage weapon.

As she approached Annie was startled to see that the cyborg's feet were not touching the ground. In fact, she had no feet. In their place were a pair of metallic fins that glowed with moonstone energy. Apparently she was using the 'stone's innate lighter-than-air property to float above the ground.

And then the cyborg made her move. She flashed forward, swiping at Annie with her electric claws. Annie sidestepped the blow and used the inhuman woman's momentum to her advantage. She could move quickly but coming to a halt was difficult it seemed. Annie leapt behind her, preparing to put a bullet in the back of her head.

Instead Annie felt herself sliding to the floor as she tread upon a puddle of blood that had formed around the corpses of the guards. "Oh shi~" She swore, struggling to regain her footing. Above her the cyborg's claw was already coming down hard upon her.

Annie raised her lance rifle to ward off the blow. Her arms spasmed in pain as a high voltage current traveled through the metallic weapon and then into her arm. The three remaining shots she had went off in rapid succession, hitting nothing save the wall, as her finger jerked spasmodically.

Twitching in pain Annie struggled back to her feet and managed to shove the cyborg back. Her muscles refused to put forth much of an effort but again the cyborg's lighter-than-air maneuverability worked against it. Annie's weak push was still enough to move the creature back a few paces. Now facing off once again Annie called upon every shred of strategic knowledge she had learned during her lifetime to counter her opponent.

"That's it! Time to....er, stage a tactical withdrawal." Annie muttered as she turned and ran away from the cyborg as fast as her legs could carry her. "I'm not scared! I'm just....yeah, screw it! I'm running!"

Annie's muddled mind struggled for a way to avoid being caught by the cyborg who was probably gaining on her right now. She most definitely did not want to end up like those soldiers back there. "Hey, hold the phone." Annie huffed. Her eyes sparkled with malicious glee as a plan occurred to her.

Annie altered her course just in time to avoid a lethal lunge from the pursuing cyborg. The mechanical creature righted itself and renewed its pursuit. Annie scanned the room quickly and located a pocket of guards who were hanging back, watching the marionettes do the dirty work.

"Comin' at ya!" Annie screamed as she drew her pistol. She dashed right into the midst of the stunned guards, plugging one of them in the temple as she tackled him. A half-second later and the cyborg followed suit, slamming into their ranks, slashing and stunning with all her might.

Annie crawled out of the bloodbath and stood up. She unslung her blunderbuss just as the cyborg finished off the last guard. "Score's two-zip. My lead." She hissed as she shoved the weapon's barrel into the mechanical horror's face and pulled the trigger.

The marionette's head exploded in a spray of blood and bone fragments. Annie grinned, blowing smoke from the barrel. She felt elated. She'd somehow managed to survive yet another onslaught from another of these....whatever the hell they were.

Unfortunately her guns were empty once again and finding time to reload them was becoming a nuisance.
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Blackman fought back a sneer, falling instead into a heavy sigh at Annie’s comment.

“Not all of us degrade ourselves by living by way of the gun,” Blackman muttered under his breath. If Annie heard him, she didn’t seem to care.

With his revolver reloaded the naval officer crouched, ready to peer over the crates and select his next target; he wasn’t about to do something as reckless as before, not when he no longer had the element of surprise. Licking his lips, steadying his hands, and clearing his mind, Blackman prepared himself to look over his only cover…

''Oh and don't think I did not see you!'' Julian’s voice cackled with a sense of smug delight.

Blackman knew who he was speaking of even as the scientist’s words left his mouth; It wasn’t as though the rogue mechanical man was hidden, and Blackman imagined a school of flaming loopers would draw less attention than the female gunslinger managed. Flaring his nostrils in frustration at being pinpointed, he glanced around himself—abandoning the idea of lifting his head above the crates’ cover. Quickly he scanned the ship interior’s landscape for anything else he might hide behind, any other sanctuary he could flee to…

Brund! Brund! The robust, solid clap of metal on metal could be heard clearly. Blackman knew at once it had to be one of the tin men, but how was he designed to make such a racket? Brund! Brund! Slow, steady, heavy. Brund! Brund! They were getting closer, louder… Brund! Brund! They sounded like almost… Brund! Brund! Footsteps?

Brund! Brund!

Blackman leapt up, ready to charge anywhere but there; he was well willing to risk gun or lance fire if it meant getting away from the approaching marionette. He didn’t make it beyond four steps. The creature’s strong grasp took him by the arm, and yanked him back, pain shooting through his shoulder and roaring into his head. He wasn’t given long enough to recover from the first shock before the marionette gave Blackman another; Blackman silently screamed as the mechanical man swung him into the nearby wall, knocking the wind out of him, and then holding him there.

Vision hazy, needles of pain piercing his back, Blackman fumbled his revolver up, and pulled down on the trigger. The weapon recoiled, and even through the crack of gunpowder, the sound of the bullet ricocheting off the creature’s armored form was all too clear. Blackman drove the butt of his pistol into the marionette’s face. The figure didn’t seem to notice, only pulling back on blackman and driving him into the wall once more. Blackman’s head fell limply over, sight failing him for only a moment. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Only seconds. Only seconds and he was nearly finished; what were these creatures?

“Moons…” He quietly murmured, fighting a painful cough. His mouth was filling with the metallic taste of blood, and his hands tingled with an arcane energy. “Give me…”

The marionette brought Blackman back from the wall for another strike…

“Strength!”

As the yellow tendrils of drilin weaved over the creature’s form, Blackman threw his boot into his enemy’s iron chest. Weakened, the marionette dropped Blackman, grasping at its chest as it staggered back. It hurt more than it should have when Blackman hit the floor. On hands and knees coughing blood on the ground, he had little cause to question why. Nor was he given time. The polished glint of metal in the corner of his vision was all warning Blackman was offered as the relentless, blood thirsty marionette drove down one of its rod-legs at the officer. Throwing himself to one side, Blackman watched as the leg cut into the metal flooring only inches from the man’s chest, and he found himself looking up at the abomination.

And looking past it.

Blackman’s mind raced as he looked beyond the construct at a walkway above, supported by a pair of chains… The other leg stabbed down, and Blackman rolled out of the way. Ending on his back, he pointed his gun at the ceiling and drew back the hammer with his thumb. Could he hit it? He had to; it was his only chance.

And Blackman had done far too much of his life to die now.

The shot sounded even as the construct lifted a rod leg once more in efforts to end the officer. He wouldn’t get the chance. The chain supporting one end of the walkway snapped, and the massive length of reinforced metal squeaked as it spun down, swatting the marionette away from Blackman straight into a trio of guards, and then into a wall. The impact of the swinging walkway into the wall nearly drove Blackman down even as he fought to his feet.

Scrubbing at his mouth with his shirt sleeve, Blackman watched the walkway rebound from the wall-impact, and the simple survey of the bloody mess was assurance enough that the creature was dead.

Blackman hobbled over towards the cover of a desk, fishing one of two healing crystals from his tunic. Crushing it, green magic rushed over him, and he spat out the last of the blood in his mouth.

“Any more surprises for us, Julian?” He growled the words, back against the desk, and revolver ready.
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Marionette Shook his claws, cleaning them of the blood from the last guard of the group that attacked him. He noticed that the guards had stopped coming for him, there eyes focused on the dead marionettes that had already fallen in battle.

Just as Marionette was about to confront Julian a scientist ran up behind him and leaped onto his back, stabbing at him with a small knife.
''Why, why won't you die!!'' The man shouted out in rage,
''Your an early model, why won't you die!!''

Marionette simply pulled the man from his back and tossed him to the ground like a rag doll.
''Because I'm still human.'' With that Marionette endded the man's life. He belived that the Marionette project was simple the old Valuan Armada trying to play god with peoples lives.

Now that the guards had started to stand down Marionette took a moment to look around,
He saw that Annie and Blackman were still alive and well.
Annie seemed to be reloading her weapons while Black man was looking like he was ready to have a go at Julian.
“Any more surprises for us, Julian?” As Blackman spoke Marionette turned to face Julian, waiting for his reply.

Julian's smirk was indeed gone, his face was now one of shock and confusion.
''NO!!'' He called out as his eyes focused on the dead bodies of his 'children'.
''No!! How can this be!?'' His voice was on the edge of insanity.

His eyes focused on the three that had destroyed his monstrous work.
He stretched out his bony fingers, pointing at the group. No sooner than he pointed the last of his current creations started to walk towards them. The thing was waiting out of view, but the second it started to walk it was clear that this thing was not going to be a pushover.
Some nearby crates exploded in flames and were tossed aside by Julian's Monster.
Another 'marionette', this one a huge man who was probably once from Nsar.
On his back was a huge fuel tank, and a stream of flames bursting from it's mouth.

Now that this monster was coming at the group Julian should of had a look of twisted pleasure upon his face, but that was not the case.
''I'm still in control!! I am...right!? Yes??.'' Julian was once again starting to lose it.
The elite guards turned to him, trying to calm him down.
''If they do manage to stop this one then we had better plan a retreat.''
Just as the elite guard had finished talking the second was waving his hands at him trying to stop him from opening his big mouth, but it was too late. Julian raised his eye brow and looked the man in the eyes. ''Are you saying I'm not in control here!!?'' Julian grabbed the elite guards lance rife and shoved then end into his helmet's eye socket.
''I'm always in control!!.'' He pulled the trigger and watched as the guard's head rolled across the ground.

Julian locked eyes with the second elite guard, ''Well?''
The guard saluted him, ''It's clear that you are still in control of the whole situation sir!.''
''Am I?'' Julian replied as he looked over at the group who had invaded his lab.
He stood from his table and walked towards the corner of the room, looking up at the prisoners then to the huge door behind him.
''Activate tempest!'' He snapped at the remaining elite guard.
The man faced Julian in shock, ''What!?''

Julian pointed the lance rifle at the guard.
He saluted once more, ''Right away sir.''

As the group was about to engage battle with the fire Marionette Julian pushed a button in the corner of the room which lowered a glass dome around himself.
He placed two metal gloves over his hands while the elite guard walked over to a huge machine that was giving off electric charges. The guard pulled a switch which made the machine speed up. The machine gave off a huge shock that instantly fried the last elite guard. Before his body even touched the floor bright Yellow Moonstones started to shine above each and every prison cell. Suddenly bursts of lightning shot from each cell, using the bodies of the people inside as conductors.

The whole room started to give off huge static shocks, some attracted to the guards armor lowering their numbers.

''I'm THE ONE IN CONTROL HERE!!'' Julian shouted out in his manic voice from behind his glass dome.
He pushed another button that lowered the large blast doors around the room.
Some of the machines started to explode from the electrical power.

Julian's face was like that of a psychopath now, his grin was from ear to ear.
''I will always be in control, I will always be the puppet master!!''
He pulled out a metal 'control' helmet with moonstones inside of it.
''Even if it means taking EXTREME measures!!'' With that he shoved the helmet onto his head.

''Hes reviving Tempest!!'' A scientist shouted out as he pulled a rifle from a near by guard and shot himself. Another ran for the doors, ''Hes mad, we could never control Tempest!''
Suddenly each prison cell exploded, fried bodies fell to the ground. Then each machine around the room over charged and exploded. The whole room was now in compleat darkness, all but Julian in the corner within his dome.

Marionette's eye and claws shone yellow, one of the only light sources in the room, along with the flames from the monster Julian released on them earlier.
''We have to take this one down first.'' Marionette knew all too well what Tempest was.
The fact of the matter was even thou he himself was the second attempt at a 'marionette', he was the first human test subject.

Suddenly the large doors started to shake, bright yellow light shone through the cracks.
There was a loud roar, a roar that sounded like a machine trying to be a living creature.

Marionette backed up to Annie and Blackman.
''Are you familiar with the late Admiral Alfonso and his personal 'pets'?'' Marionette asked.
Just then the huge door burst open, the bright light was almost blinding for a second.
Within the pitch dark room something stated to walk towards the group, all that could be seen was yellow electrical parts of the creature.
Tempest roared as it's body gave off shock waves.

''Die!!' Julian laughed, ''You will all die!!''

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The boss has appeared!
Tempest is invincible for the next three rounds!
Do your best to attack and survive!
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