Where Heroes Are Made (LKE, Open)

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Warning signs were popping up all over the Gunleon's cockpit followed by loud alarms. "The hell is going on?!" Adachi shouted confused. It was as if the Gunleon was warning him that a bigger threat has appeared.

Adachi pushed the Gunleon forward. It's caterpillar tracks spinning even faster than before. Using it's De-cutters it broke through the Rhino Damon's shields and destroyed it's horn.

Adachi then dropped the De-cutters and made the Gunleon grab the Damon in front him with it's arms. "Let's play ball!" Putting it's strength to the test it lifted the Damon with all it's strength and smashed it into the Rhino Damon to his right, sending it flying towards the Giganscudo's attack.

The Gunleon stood holding the half dead Damon in his hands like a sword. His eyes trained at the last Rhino Damon.
 
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"This is almost over!" Mel exclaimed as he stopped firing rounds at the beasts. He had already wasted enough ammunition at the beasts that attacked him, and Gunleon and the Giganscudo were already about to finish the DAMONs, so he didn't need to continue spending his resources, he had to use them carefully, or else, he would just be a rock in the way of his partners.

But then, right as he was ready to rest, a giant shadow gloomed over him. He stared at the gigantic throne that rose upon all, he couldn't believe what was above him. It was far beyond anything he had seen before and he knew, he knew he couldn't ever stand a chance against that, it's sole presence was enough to make him freeze in the place.

And yet, he couldn't also believe he didn't stood a chance, there had to be some way he could help against that enormous being that appeared out of nowhere, maybe providing cover fire? It was his time, his time to plot a strategy and apply it, but the clock was ticking. If he overthinks the situation, the throne could kill him in the blink of an eye. He had to stay firm and face the danger, so he firmly grabbed the controls of the arms, standing firm with the rifle and the rocket launcher, but still, he couldn't shake the weight of his doubts.
 
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The good Sir blinked back at the girl in blank-faced silence. It was certainly a precious question, coming as it did from a bitty waif. But after that moment's pause, her lips spread in a cocksure grin, beaming back at Morta.

"We don't have time to be afraid of dying. Not when there's people to save, and monsters to fight!"

Some distance away her best friend stood in similar silence, staring casually at her hand and marveling at how it continued to tingle. Sylvi gave it a couple of flexes anyway, and it felt perfectly fine enough in motion. It was only in the pause that the chill of flesh and the prickle of nerves returned to the dainty, sensitive fingers. But, as passing strange as it was for anything to breach the suit's insulation normally, it wasn't of enough concern to linger in her mind. There were far stranger and more interesting things going on, after all! Like how an entire terminal had up and vanished along with their guest. Sir Kromow stepped closer to her, Sylvi's tucked ears twitching as the smoke of the woman's contralto tickled them.

"Eyes open. He could be hiding anywhere in this chaos. You alright there?"

Sir Cascada curled her lips in a pleasant smile, glancing sidelong.

"Of course. Of course! He was just a little prickly... crackly. Like winter wool, you know?"

She received a long stare back from Vered's featureless visor. She could almost picture the raven brow that must haven been quirking right about then.

"Right," Sir Kromow finally replied. "What do we do now?"

"Lock down the area until we can get a proper fixer team in, if you ask me," Sir Bogdanovich offered from across the room.

"But how would they get in with the lock on?" said Sir Dalgard.

"It's moot anyway," Sylvi said, letting her hand drop again, and turning on her heel. "Olga, Dejan, hold this position. Rest of us need to get back to the landers."

Squire Leth was just stepping from the hatch of the Aura Kaiser as Sir Kiraly and Sir St. Brioche arrived. She paused midstep and reaffirmed her grip on the crate she carried, shifting its weight to rest more comfortably. Unlike the knights, she didn't have the benefit of a combat rig to shoulder some of the labor. Instead, she wore a plain silver EVA suit, which clung to her contours and made her look all the more spindly and fragile.

"Extractor's already warming up," she said dryly. "You should have a straight shot to the new contact. Keep an eye on Sir Exeter. He took a beating."

Val stepped down from the hoverboard, hefting her hammer off it alongside. She nodded as Juli passed, the crate landing on the emptied board with a soft thump. She lingered only a moment there, regarding the younger woman until she got a funny look in return. Then, turning, she hurried toward the Ignis Kaiser. Squire Leth, meanwhile, boarded the board to set off toward the damaged control room, the crate filled with tools and a supply of basic parts. If there was no shutdown mechanism anymore as such... well, she'd just have to build one!

"... where are you, Kiraly..."

As the Revive DAMON had vanished, cheers had rang out on the bridge of the Fenossa. Well, Joseph's and Sir Richard's anyway. Vanessa's lips curved in a disapproving frown, albeit one lodged between blushing cheeks. Only Virgil was unfazed, gazing deep into the chasm of the void. Now, all was silent again as they watched the expansion of the newly opened rift.

"Docking clamps secured. Eurus and Zephyrus report all stations ready," Joseph reported, with only a slight unsteadiness in his voice.

"Good. Send the Notus down to retrieve Sir Exeter. Or offer, anyway."

"Yes sir."

The Captain nodded in momentary satisfaction, his brow drawn in tension. The spears of the Goddess having returned, they were angled atop their mounts in anticipation of the wave to come. That the DAMON were still going in other regions. That they had fallen back in this one. That now a lone unit had arrived on its own with little apparent regard for its own safety despite the decimation of its vanguard? None of it sat particularly well with Sir Richard. Either these beasts were mindless to the point of incompetence, or this was merely the calm before a much louder storm.
 
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The Giganscudo descended upon its chosen target with a vengeance, Rhino DAMON crumpling beneath the sheer force of the brutal right hook that was swung into the skull of the beast. Its colossal shield rose and descended again and again, each vicious blow piledriving the monster's crystalline form deeper into the Lunar soil until it shattered altogether and the thing was summarily sucked out of existence. A rapid scan of the surroundings would reveal that they had seemingly beaten back the majority of the interdimensional invaders, with the exception of -

A grimace flashed across Charles' face. It seemed as though Sir Exeter and the crew of the Fenossa had triumphed over the titanic DAMON that had occupied the void above the ZONE...only for the creature to be replaced by another, smaller construct. And despite the fact that he piloted perhaps the largest machine among Everyglory's forces sans their full-scale vessels, Sir Beaumont was wise enough to realize that size was no indicator of power. They had best yet be on their guard. He opened a line to the Sapphiard, his communique hopefully punching through the chaos of battle to her pilot.

"Fret not, Sir Exeter. Reinforcements are on the way." Rising from the now scarred and cratered soil of their beloved Luna, the Giganscudo again took to the skies on plumes of emerald flame. It rocketed upward, trajectory angled toward this new threat but in such a way that would take it to rise far above the throne-like DAMON...provided that the beast did not interfere.
 

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ZONE Interior:

Morta observed Val's reaction... and gave a childish giggle, cupping her hands over her mouth, as if it were simply some childish joke, waving her hand as if to clear the air. Whoever this child was... she seemed to have a strange sense of humor, at least. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she gave a shy smile, holding the bunny up before her face, talking in a goofy voice as "it" spoke:

"Here. A present, for being nice to Morta."

Reaching behind her rabbit's ear, the young girl dropped something into Val's palm.

It was... a small crystal of sorts, shaped like a pentagon, with small points spreading from each of its corners, its sides muti-layered and uneven in a fashion that recalled bismuth. Resting in her grip, it glowed faintly, reflecting all the colors of the rainbow through its sickly green, yet smooth, tessellated surface. It bore a close resemblance to the highly-sought after material that had been used in the construction of the ZONE, Dimensional Energy Crystal... but the strange, almost organic way it appeared to have been grown was nothing unlike any of the discovered varieties of DEC - not even those the Lunarians, as was their way, had kept to themselves.

Morta smiled at her. It was in stark opposition to her earlier, meeker demeanor - as if, in scant few moments, she had found her confidence once again... Or perhaps, it had never left. Her voice was still thin, and reedy... but now, at least, she appeared to be more comfortable. Once again, the bunny came up, "speaking" in a nasal, jovial tone as Morta moved its hands animatedly in time.

"There are worse things than dying, Sir Kiraly!" "It" said; "Don't end up like the lizards!"

...And with those strange, seemingly cryptic words, she waved to Val as she left on her hoverboard, now in the care of the distinctly uncomfortable looking Adjunct.




Section Alpha:

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A figure in recline, its posture regal and ancient, like the basalt relief of a forgotten King, was seated among the rows of teeth and fangs that had emerged from the abyss. Its mount - its "throne" so to speak was a DAMON through and through, resplendent in the mottled blacks and gleaming golds of its smaller brethren... but the seated figure? It was like nothing the assembled Lunar knights have ever before seen in this world.

It was as if a statue had been crafted from otherworldly jewels, its features masculine, with broad shoulders, a thick neck, and a body that consisted of plates of silvery, gleaming metal atop a mass of surging, incandescent matter - as if its entire body was a flowing river of molten DEC, formed into a looming, imposing presence. Its features were carved and craven, two glowing pits of sulfurous green energy making up its "eyes", which peered out at the battlefield from beneath a regal crown of high-topped spikes. Slowly, it rose from its seat, taking two steps forward on three-clawed, beast-like feet to survey the battlefield.

As it did so, however... The sun suddenly went dark, as something blocked its way, causing it to tilt its head up, curiously.

"Up here, monster!"

The Saphiard roared into view, rising above the "throne" like an avenging angel, its gemstone-like form shining in the gleaming sunshine even after nonstop battle - before it came crashing down, impossibly huge, impossible to stop, swinging as it did one of the great, terrible maces that had shattered so many foes with all the force of a falling meteor. Within the cockpit, William roared, as he braced for impact...

But it never came - and the battle-cry died in his throat with surprise. Instead, his momentum merely... Halted, as if his acceleration had suddenly been stopped cold.

And then he heard the thing speak.

The voice reverberated through the Super Robot's frame, booming with the deep, rattling intonation of natural authority... and some long-forgotten instinctual part of him, some holdover from eons past, felt a fear that it had once thought all but gone.

"Brave of you to raise a hand against me, slave."

The word was like a slap in the face - and in an instant, his fear was gone, replaced with wounded pride as he roared back:

"Slave? Wretched beast! I am a LORD OF HOUSE EXETER! AND I DEMAND YOUR RESPECT!"

The Knight machine strained, thrusters blooming into lights that lit up the surface of the ZONE in a cerulean glow as it brought all 600-odd tons of its weight down onto the foe... but it was as if he was heaving against an invisible, immovable wall. To his shock, as he looked down... The bottom of the mace rested in the palm of the figure seated at the peak... whose features now morphed into a dagger-mouthed grin, full of gleaming, diamond-like teeth as it spoke:

"Then you, "Lord" Exeter shall be the first to fall."

There was a soft, tinkling noise in his ears... growing in volume by the second, as William suddenly realized it was coming from his own machine. The figure closed its hand about the end of the mace, and from its palm, a wave of power pulsed across its surface, lines of green energy tearing up the Saphiard's arm-

...and then, to Sir Exeter's horror, the entire limb shattered, with such contemptible ease that it was if it it were nothing but glass. Dizzily, William was reminded of a display he had seen once, as a child: of falling cherry blossoms, so finely, so minutely shredded was the metal that had made up his proud steed's arm as it fluttered across his vision.

It barely registered to him, in the surreal nature of the moment, that he was now falling towards the monster.

With deliberate slowness, the figure closed the same hand into a fist. Dimensional energy pulsed and crackled about it, in such concentrations that Sir Exeter had never beheld in his entire life. The arm was pulled back, and he barely heard himself cry out before it impacted-

The figure's fist slammed home into the Saphiard's chest - and the effect was instantaneous. The regal, augmented metal of the Super Robot buckled and warped in on itself, as though a massive, whirling drill had been driven into its heart. For a moment, it simply... hung there, as if stunned by the sheer force with which it had been struck... and then - instantly - it plummeted down, down like an azure meteor, crashing into the Lunar surface at the foot of the ZONE with such force that it released a terrific blast of dust in all directions.

When the dust cleared...

The Saphiard lay at the bottom of a crater, its once noble form broken, twisted and... unresponsive.
 
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As the Saphiard fell another machine rose to take its place, the Black Angel hovered for a second, its arms to its side as it seemed to gather power, the wings on its back increasing the intensity of their glow to indicate as much. An odd rumbling sound came from the machine, as inside Derrick had seemingly let go of the controls. His hand was raised forwards, cupping the unknown would be king on his screen.


"I don't know who you are, I do not care. All I know is that whatever you are it is not something that is allowed to exist here." the scientist said, a blast of seemingly all enveloping light originating from the Astranagant for just a second.

When it faded the black machine spread its arms and legs wide, as if reaching out to its namesakes in the heavens, what almost sounded like metal being bent echoed from the chest of the Black Angel. A small set of circles rotated in front of the machine before settling in a perfect circle with four points, almost creating a cross hair like idicator.

"So I'll return you to before, before everything. Before this, before us. Before you. Infinity Cylinder!" He crushed the visualization of this unknown enemy on his screen beneath his hand, as if acknowledging his command the Astranagant's chest shot out something, for a moment it looked like a beam with how quick it was moving instead it proved to be a sphere, sparks flew from it as it headed to its target, it shrunk during its journey only to split in ten small orbs of blue light.

They were Neutron stars. The remnants of supernovas. Forces of nature but seemingly moving with intent as they actively worked to surround their quarry. Only picking up more speed as they went their goal was a simple one, surround the target then pick up speed while surrounding it, lastly keep circling it and have each star itself collide with the target and with this collision detonate and create a new hole.

It was the fact that ten stars were moving around someone at high speed that was the most deadly part of this assault however, while Derrick himself wasn't familiar with the details his claim from earlier was based on the instinct he had with the machine. The feeling that whatever those stars were circling would return to this 'Before'. Inside the cockpit of the Astranagant the scientist would watch, this was his ultimate attack. Something to not use without rhyme or reason and yet, despite not having seen any of the capabilities held by this new foe its use felt warranted.

All to make that feeling go away.
 
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Adachi finished off the last Rhino Damon by slamming it with the other Rhino Damon the Gunleon was holding and watched them disappear. "Oookaaay... That's a thing" he muttered raising an eyebrow.

Glad that his fight was over Adachi turned around and saw something that made him wish that this was all just a bad nightmare. He saw a crystal throne floating in the 'sky' but that's wasn't what sent chills down his spine. It was the sight of the falling Saphiard. Adachi gritted his teeth, both scared and frustrated. "This day just keeps getting better and better doesn't it..."

At that moment Adachi's attention was caught by the Astranagant's attack. "The hell is that?!" he shouted as he watched the attack grow closer to it's target. But there was one other thing in Adachi's mind right now and it was the fallen Saphiard. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." Adachi muttered in frustration. He despised nobles because of their pompous attitudes and superiority complexes but... He couldn't just leave someone to die in a pit either. "Dammit!"

After hesitating a bit Adachi made the Gunleon retrieve it's wrench. As he did he noticed the Axio. "If I'm going in I'm gonna need all the help I can get.." Adachi muttered. He then contacted the Axio through the Gunleon's communicator. "Hey... I need to get to the Saphiard" Adachi said making the Gunleon pointing at the direction where the machine had fallen. "Lend me a hand"
 
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With the last of his hopes, Mel saw the Sapphiard face against the one in the throne, realizing something he hadn't until now. "Yes, the one sitting on top of the throne must be vulnerable, that should be it's weak point! The battle shall be decided with this blow." But before he could realize the crushing defeat Lord Exeter suffered, he only could see a shooting star falling through the sky to the zone the battle with the intruders unfolded. When he went to see it, he couldn't believe his eyes, it was the Sapphiard itself who was standing there, defeated.

What could a simple mass-produced machine do against such a powerful enemy? And then, he heard Adachi's voice, the one who helped him along with Sir Red Sumo Wrestler and the one who piloted the winged mech. There was still a thing he could do, support his allies, but this support could be naught if the one who defeated the Sapphiard still stood there.

"What do you want me to do? Carry him towards you or get him out of this lunar hell?" Said Mel to Adachi through the communication channel, his voice sounded nervous, fearing his imminent death.
 
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"Exeter, no!"

The Grand Arbiter's cry rang out across the comm channels as the Sapphiard burst into action - but the warning was for naught. He was left, helpless, to gaze upon the scene from on high as the figure - no, he thought, the monster - halted the azure machine's momentous swing with contemptuous ease. The counterattack that followed was...simply indescribable in its ruthlessness. Charles found himself simply gaping, aghast, at the brutalized form of William's pride and joy. Or what remained of it.

A leaden ball settled in his gut, a sensation that Sir Beaumont had been so far removed from that it felt truly alien. Fear. Not the imaged, ultimately insignificant unease that the average citizen faced on a daily basis. No, this tremendous weight in the pit of his stomach was the stuff of real terror, the knowledge that before you lay an enemy who abided by no Lunar law or code and could cut your existence short in an instant. It threatened to paralyze him; the idea of inaction leading to safety was a seductive one.

He would not give in to that temptation. Not today, not ever. It took only the sight of the mangled Sapphiard to reaffirm that. There was a chance, however slim, that Sir Exeter was with them yet, but the thread that tethered him to life might also be growing less substantial by the moment. And Charles Beaumont, on both his pride as the Grand Arbiter and his own morality, would sooner perish himself than abandon the son of House Exeter here.

It seemed that the black-winged machine, Astranagant, had launched its own strike in those few moments of idleness on the Arbiter's part. Charles was unfamiliar with the mechanism of the attack it was performing, but with luck it would serve to at least distract their foe. The Giganscudo's thrusters roared with new fury as they shoved the colossal machine into motion; it descended with rapidly increasing velocity, augmented by the Lunar gravity, toward the crystalline figure. A colossal pair of shield-fists would lash out as the distance closed - aimed not at the man-thing, but instead to shatter the throne upon which he strode as they came down in a double hammerfist on either side.
 
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As the Sapphiard lay firmly in a crater molded to its own shape, a veil of shadow came to creep over the lunar surface. A veil whose periphery slid smoothly over the battered machine, gliding meter by meter until it had been engulfed in its umbral embrace. Above it now loomed the Fenossa Notus, the massive digits of the battleship hand locked together into an even deck. The thumb was wedged perfectly in the center underneath, and it was only this appendage which now moved. Unfolding as one might a landing gantry, it came to reveal a retracting panel tucked beneath its groove.

The massive amethysts on either side of the Notus gleamed. From the aforementioned panel, presently, flowed a series of rings accompanied by a most peculiar sound. A rapidly undulating, high-pitched warble. By the time they had reached the ground, they had formed a conical ray, leaving all casual observers with a visual not unlike a flying saucer in the midst of an abduction. In this case, the beam gradually forged an emblem on the surface below, one much the same as the various gates the Fenossa had been conjuring. Once fully formed, a counterpart opened in the void just above the vessel's dorsal surface. All at once, the remnants of the machine seemed to fall through the ground, and land atop the Notus's back.

Having secured its cargo, the gems on either side relaxed their glow, and the engine block ignited. Turning, the vessel began to coast toward the Gunleon and Axio - the only other friendly machines as yet occupying the ground.
 

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Seemingly satisfied with having laid Exter low, the figure turned their attention back to the remaining offenders, catching sight of the Astranagant as it began winding up to unleash the most devastating weapon in its arsenal. The figure's brow creased momentarily, sensing... A shift, as it were, in the cosmic winds.

"Ein Sof... !" He chuckled in recognition;

"I ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE!"

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The figure squared their feet, his voice turning to a low, steady roar as a deep, resonating rumble began to spread across the Lunar landscape. Bolts of emerald lightning lashed down from the world-tears above, and from the ZONE below, concentrating on his person, placing it at the heart of growing maelstrom. They rose high into the air, creating a churning, blistering vortex of dimensional energy, with the figure at its center. Forked tendrils of power erupted from its innards, lashing at the surroundings, pulverizing chunks of Lunar rock into atomic dust as deep cracks began to form, the very Lunar landscape shifting beneath the feet of the assembled warriors, giving ways to glowing channels of power that leaked from the growing cracks in the exterior of the ZONE.

As the Sapphiard began to sink, its progress was arrested by the timely arrival of the Notus - and as it did so, its one remaining arm suddenly reached out, seizing the GunLeon and the Axio both as the ground beneath them caved away into a churning, verdant Hell below. Its features - warped, yet still somehow noble, regarded the two, solemnly. The speakers on the two machines would have crackled to life, and a voice that was only barely recognizable as that of William Exeter's spoke, wetly.

"Fix... it... Hurry..."

His words... Were slow, halting, and agonizing... Yet, no less full of pride than they had ever been, fueled by a sense of urgency that seeped into his voice, overcoming whatever pain was currently wracking his body:

"A vision... The Arbiter... ! Grk-! ...In danger...!"

Meanwhile overhead, the stalwart, venerable form of the Giganscudo came driving down towards the figure's mount, bringing one anchor-like arm down with crushing force that would have laid low even the most powerful of Lunar Knights. Its twin-hammer-like blow came down, smashing into the rear of the thing's "chair" - and impacted pure, Dimensional Force, as the thing's D-Fault Barrier struggled briefly against the mighty Super Robot. Eventually... the Gigan's might managed to win out, tearing through to bludgeon away a chunk of the creature's mane, causing it to give a threatening screech in response - yet, there was no further time to contemplate, as the force of the gathering gale would have slung the Giganscudo away from the center of the ZONE like a toy boat in a tempest, not even its gigant form able to anchor it against the gathering storm.

Whatever teams of the Fenossa remained within the ZONE, they would have found their senses assailed as the entire structure shuddered and groaned, as more power than it was ever designed for was dragged forth from its depths. Readouts flickered crazily, and safety switches blew apart into shattered sparks one after another in a cacophony of destruction.

So it was, in the midst of the storm, the Infinity Cylinder burst forth... a weapon of such unspeakable power that it was spoken of in hushed tones as the Lunarian's ultimate trump card. A device of such immense, arcane power that blended ancient, kabbalistic ritual and modern tech-science that bordered on soul-rending heresies... That it possessed the ability to outright erase whatever it touched from the very fabric of reality.

Now having gathered the might of the infinite about himself, the one known as Vynatea brought his palms forward flat, willing the aether to his bidding, with a roar that sent shockwaves traveling across the entire battlefield:

"HAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

In that moment, the god-destroying glimmer of light collided with the emerald barrier - a wall of pure Dimensional Force, drawn from the infinite beyond, manifestation of creation, possibility, and indeed - will itself. Not for nothing had the scholars of the age noted a similarity between the vaunted powers of the Psychodriver, and the so-called "Sphere Reactors", for both drew from the same well of inner strength that was the essence of the purest power.

The unstoppable force met the immovable wall-

And the effects were both immediate... and dire.

Power of unspeakable magnitude slammed down into the ZONE - and consequently, into the Lunar soil. Whatever safety measures had been in place snapped like brittle toothpicks, helpless before the awe-inspiring tidal wave of pure might that surged through them. Even from Lunar Orbit, it could be seen - veins of green power, spreading out from the ZONE, only to concentrate...

...Where it had all began.​




Deep within the darkest, most secretive depths of Luna, a pallid pool sat untouched, its surface silvery and reflective - like a sea of mercury.

Here, the Lunarian Royal Family would make its annual trek, to pray and fast, seeking guidance from the Alabaster Lady.

In it, one could see refracted images of places that had once been, of stories yet untold...

Fragments of "possibility".

How long had it rested there, untouched by the eons, only to be freed when the ES Wave had struck the planetoid?

Had they sought it out... Or had it called out to them?

Regardless - the cave was a place of immense spiritual and cultural import to the people of Luna - one of peace, and tranquility, nestled in the very lowest depths of the Scar...

Until now.

Slowly, the walls began to shake, and veins of green began to appear, shining and shimmering, casting manic light on its tranquil surface. The cracks spread through the rock, through the metal rim, and in the instant that the first of them brushed the lip of the pool...

Its surface suddenly shone with a brilliant, terrible brightness, growing in strength and volume, until it could be contained no longer... Not even by the face of the solemn Goddess overlooking it.




In the distance, in the direction of the Lunar Scar, the prized excavation site of the Kingdom, source of its wealth and prosperity... There came a great radiance, a blinding light. A pillar of energy crested up, over the landscape - impossibly vast, impossibly huge, stretching all the way to the Earth above. In seconds... It was over... Yet the ominousness of the act remained, hanging over the assembled Knights like a dark omen of things to come.

As the smoldering, crackling smoke began to fade, what remained...

Was difficult to describe, by any measure - as each who perceived the "tear" would do so differently. It lingered, a deeper - more severe cut in the forces that made up the known world, etched into the stars, like a slice of an alien sunrise, a distant, eternal supernova that dangled precariously on the edge of reality. As the power of the Ein Sof had ground away a chunk of the Dimensional Power, its might had not left the world unscathed.

The Astranagant hovered ahead of the tear, looming over it like a dark angel of annihilation. What had it wrought, by turning the weapons of the Gods on the enemies of man?

...Yet for Derek, the relative harmoniousness of the moment would have been interrupted by a voice in his ear.

"Surely even you, slave, can appreciate the boundless horizons of the infinite."

There was a sudden flash of light, as something materialized immediately behind him. Its features curled into a jeweled, menacing grin, lit by the soft daylight of the "tear".
 

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Derrick would remain unmoved as this foe prepared his own attack, confidence returned as he charged his assault fully convinced in the lethality of it. This monster who called them slaves could gather power all it wanted, it would never match his. But, there was one thing. Two words it had said 'Ein Sof' almost as if it knew. The scientist pushed the thought to the back of his mind as an impossibility, watching as the emerald lightning went up to his foe.

The scientist watched with a smile as the Infinity Cylinder went forth, a smile that turned to a frown as it collided with the wall of dimensional force. Nothing, nothing, should be able to hold out against it. He steeled himself against the tidal surge of power erupting from before him, and from below him. The Astranagant unmoving as it floated in that same spot.

Light erupted from in front of him, his cockpit illuminating the front of his head as in a moment of morbid curiosity, Derrick peeled his gaze off the collision and peered over to the pillar of light. Had that happened because of his attack? No that couldn't be, he directed the Infinity Cylinder solely at the thing on the throne and the energy from the collision was going...

Downwards, his gaze turned down to the zone. Now seeing the veins of green that had spread across the moon like some abhorrent infection and they all led to the pillar. He grit his teeth but it was not yet over, the pillar had turned into a tear, a gap. Inside it some foreign sun basked the front of the Black Angel in its light.

He slumped in his seat, he had hoped to gain insight into what this machine could do, but had only gained more questions. Astranagant, 'The Black Angel'. A machine of untold power and even more questions.
His contemplation was however interrupted by a voice and then the face.

It. Had. Survived.

Dwarfed by the Astranagant but no less dangerous it poised him a statement disguised as a question all while remaining behind the Angel of Destruction.

"That I can." His answer was simple, sincere. Prior to all of this he had made regular visits to Earth, to colleagues and horizons were, in his opinion, much better against a orange sky.

As Derrick answered he whipped the Astranagant around trying to bring the Z.O. Sword down onto his foe.
 

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Down came the Zol Orihalcon Sword, a weapon equal parts myth and machine - only to come grinding to a halt, as the figure raised an arm, catching the Black Angel by the wrist. That same green energy spilled out, seizing the arm of the Astranagant, holding it fast. "Shark"s fist closed about the joint of the dark machine, causing a spray of sparks and Zehirut Crystal to fray the space between them as he spoke.

"You have no comprehension of the power you wield, slave."

The weapon dropped, and the figure reached out, grasping the grip of the blade. Though it was comparatively large, he turned it back and forth it idly in his grasp as he continued, as if it were as light as a feather, the reflection of the Black Angel's red eyes dancing across its dark surface.

"Worry not. In my benevolence... I offer you this gift."

There was a short, sharp, shunk.

Vynatea removed his hold on the weapon, now embedded to the hilt in its owners stomach, the tip protruding from the Mobile Weapon's back. Seemingly satisfied, one three-clawed foot came up, and with a terrific crash, he was falling - no, perhaps a better word would have been hurtling, the figure now rapidly becoming a speck in the distance-

As the Astranagant plunged into the tear between worlds.

"Travel, you will find..."

Vynatea raised a hand, capturing the width of the scar in his grasp... and grinned.

"Is an excellent way to broaden understanding."

...And with that, he closed his fist, and twin waves of emerald power slammed the rift shut, as if it had never been so, leaving the Astranagant, and with it, Derrick Vance... banished, to parts unknown.
 
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"I need you to and follow me on this one.." Adachi started "Shoot at everything". But then the ground below them started shaking. "Ah shit!"

Adachi made the Gunleon grab the Axio and jumped as high into the air as it could. At amazingly the Gunleon was able to jump pretty darn high it was almost as if it were flying. "Well this works..." Adachi muttered deciding to use this as a way to travel towards the fallen Sapphiard. "Do your thing!" Adachi shouted at the pilot of the Axio.

The Gunleon landed hard on the surface of the moon and almost immediately jumped again. And continued to do this until it finally reached the Sapphiard. And then Adachi almost immediately made the Gunleon begin repairs on the damaged unit.
 
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As the ground collapsed behind the feets of his machine, he couldn't help but rapidly input commands to active the Axio's thrusters and dash forward in hopes of escaping the hell that was the ground behind him. Fortunately, his maneuver was aided by the Gunleon grabbing him, which he thanked. "So, cover fire, huh? Let's do it."

As the Gunleon landed near the Sapphiard, he immediately jumped to the ground to hold the line, he aimed at the fractured throne, ready to fire every weapon he had at him. And so, he started an all-out attack, firing the bullets from his rifle and the missiles from his missile launcher, he knew very well these attacks wouldn't even scratch him, but should be a good enough distraction for Adachi to repair the Sapphiard. Also, he had witnessed the attacks he had used on the Sapphiard, Giganscudo and the Astranagant (who unfortunately, had dissappeared) and he knew that as long as he one who sat on the throne didn't start punching, he could very well dodge his attacks because of his Axio's size and was ready to do that if needed.
 
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Despite having braced himself for impact with the throne-like DAMON, the instantaneous reduction in velocity as they met still threatened to tear the Grand Arbiter from his seat. The pilot couch's restraints bit angrily into his flesh as they strained to keep hold, and it was through the crimson haze of momentum-driven blood clouding his vision that the man observed the scintillating, crystalline barrier that yet lay between he and his opponent. Wild sparks flew as the super's tremendous left fist wrestled against the protective sphere, driven into it by the machine's weight and thrust but unable to break through.

"I've not yet finished, beast!", her pilot cried out, an uncharacteristic outburst for a man so unflinchingly stoic as Sir Charles. It was almost as though he channeled the righteous fury of the fallen Sapphiard as the Giganscudo's right first rose only to come slamming down alongside its brother; together, their might was enough. The barrier shattered, glass-like, beneath the force of the blow and the Arbiter was rewarded by his strike carving a great bloody chunk from the monster's hide.

But the sweet taste of victory as the creature bellowed in agony turned sour within a fraction of a moment. Even as it drew back to continue the assault, the enormous machine was stricken with an overwhelming force - and Charles found himself, for the first time in his life, tumbling head-over-heels despite being surrounded by several hundred tons of super-dense armor plating. The 'scudo bounced almost comically along the Lunar surface as it was driven away by the cosmic wind, a red-and-gold, 70-plus-meter tumbleweed.

The world spun wildly around him, reality seeming to swim painfully in and out of even the vaguest focus. Yet somehow, even through the fog, Charles was distinctly aware of something warm and wet dripping down his temple. He focused on the sensation, dragging himself out of the punch-drunk stupor by sheer force of will. Too much...too many lives at stake to allow himself the luxury of passing out now. He could do that later. A swipe at his forehead came back with a blood-smeared glove, but the injury appeared minor.

The space around the Arbiter had...changed. Dramatically so. Crawling dimensional power had upheaved great swathes of the Moon's surface, the soil shot through with great emerald veins that stretched outward from the ZONE, only to come back together and conjugate at the Scar. The man caught sight of the Black Angel, picking out its dark form against the shimmer of the rift that tore space asunder...just in time to witness, powerless to intervene, Derrick's fate as the Astranagant was forcefully ejected from their reality.

Was this truly the end their arrogance had wrought? To assume that they could harness and direct the sheer potential of space and time...would it be the downfall of their glorious Kingdom? Was this monstrous, crystalline figure their ultimate and final foe?

Beaten, battered, scarred and pockmarked by battle, the Giganscudo nevertheless launched itself at the distant Vynatea with reckless abandon on a plume of viridescent flame.

No - this was not their end. Not if he, Sir Charles Beaumont, Grand Arbiter and Knight of Everglory, had anything to say about it.
 

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The immediate threat now vanquished, and the last vestiges of the storm fading, Vynatea straightened, watching the last of the singularity fade... But his thoughts were interrupted as, from below, gunfire spat up at him, splattering against the D-Fault barrier like burning rain, causing him to turn to regard its source. His metallic brow creased in mild irritation at the sight of the gathered machines, much in the way one would regard a wasp angrily buzzing about their person, and he raised a hand, a dark, concentrated energy gathering in the palm as he prepared to smash the offending insect-

...But, to Mel, Adachi, and doubtlessly the crew of the Bisen Fortis craft's immense relief - his gaze instead shot up, sensing something, back towards his throne as the storm about the ZONE cleared, revealing the extent of the damage to its fins. Features curling into a vicious snarl, the outstretched fist was lowered, and he blinked away in a flash of light, immediately returning to the creature's side in a slow descent, reaching out to touch its quaking form.

Slowly, and with great care, he reached out to touch its surface, inspecting the lip of the wound... and paused, resting his palm against the creature's hide, eyes closed in silent communion.

Moments later, the burning pits opened once more, now blazing even brighter than ever before as he turned his gaze towards the charging Gigan.

"That one?" He rumbled, with all the softness of a cascading avalanche.

...Yet, rather than leap into the fray, the silver ogre slipped down into its seat, leaning back to prop up its head with its right arm, as the Arbiter began his charge.

"To actually harm Gale Tyran..."

Dimensional Energy once again flowed across the beast's body, turning it into a hellish kaleidoscope of power, with the figure at the center, the "chair" like crystal that made up its core shining as bright as a miniature sun. The ogre raised his left hand - and snapped his fingers, the sound resonating into the surrounding area, permeating the metal of the ZONE beneath.

"Consider this your reward."

All around the Gale Tyran, flecks of light - no, crystal - began flickering into being. No, perhaps it was better to say, they were being grown into space, bursting like prismatic sunflowers from the void until they were like a sea of stars unto themselves. Enveloped in the shimmering haze, yet no less visible among it, the figure's hand closed, leaving only a single index finger raised towards the Earth above as Vynatea bellowed a challenge to the oncoming Gigan:

"ACCEPT IT GRATEFULLY!"

The raised digit was lowered, to point directly at the Lunarian champion - and in that moment, the crystalline projections surged forth in an incandescent storm towards the Avatar, a hundred jeweled spines hurtling into the blackness of space... yet, would they truly be enough to halt the Gigan's momentum? All of Luna, it seemed, held its breath as the crimson Titan of order and the silver Colossus of chaos collided in the most spectacular contest of strength ever see.




Below, the Sapphiard watched the scene play out. William, for his part, remained quiet - though whether it was because of his wounds, or some other matter, it was uncertain. As the figure vanished back to its seat, he suddenly spoke, wetly:

"...Sir Khan."

The Super Robot turned its cracked and warped head sideways towards the Axio, slightly, as the Gunleon's repair-work began to take effect, the Super Robot's thrusters now giving a faint glow as they were tested - Adachi's talent enough to restore its ability to move, at the very least. The Sapphiard seemed, against all reason, to smile in gratitude - though such machines were, in some ways, so advanced in their artificial intelligence that they took on a life of their own, it could just as easily have been the expression of its pilot - at this point, it was impossible to tell.

"Please..." He asked, the behemoth extending its one remaining arm towards the Axio, fingers spread wide.

"Give me your hand."
 
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Adachi continued to work on the Sapphiard as best he could. He probably won't be able to restore it full but he can whip it back into fighting shape. "Just a little more and you'll be good to go" he muttered as he continued to work on the damages as best he could.

A few moments later Adachi was done with the repairs and the Sapphiard should be able to move again as long as it doesn't do anything rash.

"Alright listen up, The good news is you move again and use most of your weapons...The bad news is I can't guarantee you'll have enough durability to fight against that anything..Especially that thing" Adachi said making the Gunleon point it's finger to the giant monster in the sky.

"So bear in mind that-" Adachi stopped when he saw the Sapphiard extend it's arm towards. "Or you could just ignore me all together..That's fine too.." he said displeased at what he was seeing.
 
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His attacks and strategy had all been for naught, he couldn't even attract his attention to him, but Sir William's unyielding will opened a distraction, a distraction good enough for the pilot of the Gunleon to finish the emergency repairs on Sir Exeter's machine.

He stopped the Axio for a moment, with the sound of the engine slowly calming down since he isn't pushing it to continue his blitz attacks which were probably less than a wasp sting to the royal figure that was standing on the throne and clashing against the Giganscudo. He could even feel the shockwaves that came from their attacks. If he were out of his machine, he would probably get killed by them. At the same time he was ruminating about what to do next, he heard Sir Exeter's voice calling to him.

He gently approached to the fallen machine who was being repaired, shocked by the fact that out of all the people that were there on the Moon, it was him who was specifically being called by him. As he gave Sir Exeter the right hand of the Axio, he asked with obvious signs of surprise: "I am here, Sir Exeter. What do you have to tell me?".
 

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Undeterred by the crystalline starbursts that flowered in space around the Gale Tyran, Sir Charles' resolve wavered not even a smidgen as he barreled toward the beast. There was no other hope, should he fall - or worse, flee. The others, stricken by Vynatea's hand or restricted by the threat he posed. The proud Knights, no doubt facing their own titanic struggles within the shattered ZONE. And the remainder of the Lunar forces, too distant too assist...

There was little the Giganscudo could do other than hope to weather the oncoming assault, great shields rising to form a protective wall across the machine's front as they had done so many times already this day. The torrential impacts of the jeweled projectiles held less force than he had anticipated...but they possessed another, far more hazardous method of attack beyond raw power. Shimmering crystal not unlike that which had consumed the Sapphiard's limbs crept with alarming speed into Charles' vision. Even after the storm had abated, the stuff seemingly continued to grow, and its rapid growth as it encapsulated the shields threatened to spread to the super robot itself's frame.

"Forgive me, Giganscudo. Sir Franklin." A muttered apology, spoken beneath his breath, to both the machine and his predecessor as Grand Arbiter; what he was about to do would surely result in both his own end and that of the ancient mecha, and for that he felt the sting of regret. Regret that he, for all the pomp and ceremony regarding his station, had not been strong enough to prevent it from coming to this. This was a foe beyond any of their reckoning, that he knew, but still the sting remained as Charles keyed a code he had never expected to use into his controls.

The Giganscudo shook and groaned as the colossal explosive bolts embedded in its arms detonated, rupturing the link between arm and shield and heaving both armored slabs - now totally encrusted in glimmering dimensional energy crystal - away. The gargantuan machine jumped forward as if kicked by the universe's biggest boot as nearly half its weight was removed, the change in mass allowing it to accelerate to a hitherto unseen velocity as it bore down on the Gale Tyran and her rider.

The machine's hands extended forward, fingers splayed, as the opponents came together. Immense palms made to clap together as Vynatea came within arms' reach - to both attempt to squeeze and crush the throne-like DAMON he mounted in their grasp, and simultaneously drive the many-faceted menace further from the Arbiter's comrades and the ZONE by dragging it bodily along with the speeding Giganscudo.