Where Heroes Are Made (LKE, Open)

Jun 28, 2018
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"Boreas now arriving on site sir."

Sir Richard glanced to the twin on comms, "And?"

"Still unable to raise a signal. Dimensional interference looks to be too thick for a confirmation, though."

Glancing to the other twin, he inquired, "Telemetry?"

"Just coming in now sir," came Vanessa's steely reply. A few moments of tense silence ticked past before she continued. "Seems to be a direct hit right through the command center. No life signs from the chamber or immediate vicinity. Still trying to survey the residential areas, but they'd have to get closer to cut through the ambient distortions."

Sir Richard's eyes met the floor in thought, and lingered there for much of his rumination. At length, Virgil broke the silence again.

"Your orders, Captain."

".... have the Boreas circle back. Get the Notus to climb, bring everyone to the same level. If we're going to have to fight that thing we'll need every gun we can field. Damn... I didn't want to have to pull out all our trump cards so soon."

Outside, the Sapphiard, Gunleon, and Axio would presently find the vessel beneath their feet turning and starting to slowly ascend, drifting up to the altitude the Fenossa was cruising at. The trajectory of both vessels was an inexorable advance toward the fray. Gripping the armrests of his chair, Dougal the Brown set his jaw, and looked to the display ahead.

"Forward, one quarter. All weapons open, all cannons on standby. If it comes down to it, we'll throw every last thing this ship has at that beast or at least occupy it long enough for reinforcements to arrive. With a lightshow like that, I hope there's someone willing to come see what's- ... that?"

"Sir?"

The captain squinted at a faint glimmer in one corner of the moonscape ahead of them. At this further direction, a series of insets zoomed and zoomed again, enlarging and enhancing the motes of light in the distance to the best of their ability...


 

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"Sir Khan. Please... hear my request."

The Super Robot's hand closed about the Axio's own - albeit, gently, for fear of crushing the small machine in its grip.

"Exeter wasn't always a House of ill repute."

Overhead, the Gale Tyran cast its glimmering storm, casting the three machines below in a kaleidoscopic light - like a flowing, Lunar Borealis. William's tone was... somber, and weak... But unbowed, and serious. Though clearly in unspeakable pain... He pressed on.

"Once... We were proud, and strong. We did not shun outsiders, nor shall we ever, for we always believed that merit - not blood... nor prestige - was the true measure of an individual's worth.

Despised as we were... as we are... Never shall we stray from that noble principle."

He paused, breathing ragged, as the Sapphiard appraised Mel with its own steely gaze.

"You... have served us with distinction... and brought honor to our name. Though you are an outsider... You are brave, noble, and fair in your dealings." - Sir Exeter gave a coarse, halting laugh - "Moreso... Even than I."

Once more, he lapsed into silence... but, time was running short.

"...Thus..." He said, the Sapphiard gripping the Axio's arm tight... and then, he began to speak, in a familiar, ceremonial cadence - one that Mel would have only ever heard once before, when he was initially inducted into their order.

"By the grace of the Lady,
by sword and pen,
I ordain thee...
Lord Khan of House Exeter.
"​

A bestowal rite. All those who heard it... Would understand its meaning. As of that moment... Sir William had passed his duties, and title... Onto the humble Mel Khan. Circumstances being what they were, perhaps such a thing was unavoidable.

"May your reign be long... and prosperous."
 

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Nothing else happened in the eyes of the Axio's pilot, he didn't perceive anything else rather than Sir Exeter's words, he didn't even notice how the battleship was lifting them into the air along with their companions. Undoubtedly, from this moment onwards, he would be recognized as the new Lord of Exeter with the responsibilities that titles carries with it.

It truly was the greatest acknowledgement he has had since his arrival at the Lunar Kingdom, with the title that Sir Exeter was giving him, he could truly keep improving himself and helping to improve the world and the Moon. It was his moment, the moment he had awaited for, someone to recognize all of his efforts.

He firmly grabbed the Sapphiard's hand that was with him, with tears of emotion flooding from his eyes and the Axio's main cameras (although in that case it may be because of an oil leak due to the stress it had suffered through the battle). "I, Sir Mel Khan, hereby accept the title of Lord of Exeter. I shall honor the House of Exeter." said Mel, even though there was a rain of rainbow death coming to him. At this moment, he wanted to stay by Sir Exeter's side, ready to fight in its name.
 

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"Fool."

Vynatea sneered as the Giganscudo was enveloped in the crystal storm, its silhoutte vanishing under a mountain of crackling, shimmering particulate. A muscular, sinewy arm of liquid metal was lowered, the beast grinning as he turned his attention to the last survivors. A battleship of some fashion hovered with characteristic cowardice in the distance - but, it was the gleaming overhead that caught his attention, causing the monstrosity to briefly take his attention off the Gigan-

Giving Sir Charles the opening he had so sorely desired.

The Gigan's shields dropped away, and the red giant accelerated with speed wholly unbefitting its bulk, filling Vynatea's vision. The burning pits that were the Ogre's eyes widened in shock, and his hands came up, sending power surging through his form once more, preparing to deliver another thunderous, crushing strike with all his might...

But the Gigan, as it were, was quicker - two pistol like arms smashed inward, shattering the ridges of the throne as it did in a spray of biomechanical gore, sweeping the surprised Vynatea into its grasp. The silver ogre let out a roar of indignation, as his own musculature strained against the crushing grip of Luna's shield of justice.

"Nngh...! Not... bad, slave!"

Cracks ran up the length of Vynatea's body, one snaking up the side of his face, as the two incredible forces strained against one another... Yet somehow, he still managed to look up at the machine's face... and grinned.

"HOWEVER!"

The shimmering hailstorm reappeared - this time, behind the Giganscudo as a rain of daggers shot down from slits carved into space, raining down, preparing to finish the lumbering behemoth under a haul of shining shrapnel. The phantom quivers loosed their arrows-

But then...

A flash of blue and gold... and a horrific screech of metal pierced the silence - not from the Gigan's own frame... but its external tranceiver.

Suspended behind the Giganscudo was the form of the Sapphiard, its already ruined body now punctured by over a dozen crystalline spears - a shield for the shield. Visible as well to the arbiter alone was a gaping hole in the once proud Super Robot's back, as though some monstrous claw had been plunged into its heart, and violently torn it free.

Unbidden, the Arksaber machine had bounded from below, its thrusters carrying it to Sir Charles' aid in a heroic intervention... But-


"...What?"

Only Charles would have heard it due to his proximity: the words of William of Exeter. They were far different from the ones the others had heard only moments earlier, utterly bereft of conviction. His voice quivered... sounding terribly cold, weak... Afraid. There was a distant crackling and tinkling over the line, hued with static, so loud that it almost drowned out the dreamlike murmuring of its pilot.

"But... I...?"

In mere moments - indeed, faster than it had overtaken the Gigan - the corruption spread. It rushed up the Sapphiard's limbs, its chest, its face - encasing it in a gleaming, shining prison. The last thing Sir Charles - or anyone, for that matter, would ever have head from William of Exeter, was only a confused, uncertain whisper, just as the roar of the crystals overtaking the cockpit reached a deafening pitch:

"H... How...?"
 
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There was a twinge of triumph as the Giganscudo's digits closed powerfully around Vynatea, and a hint of satisfaction upon seeing fractures race up the crystal figure's visage. Charles' cockpit reverberated with strange sounds as the two titans struggled against one another. The low groans and pops of the mech's joints and frame as it strained were an alien thing, the product of force more overwhelming than any it had contended with before.

But even as its fingers tightened successfully around his foe, the Arbiter felt more concern than elation. The monster was harmed, that was sure, but for how long his beaten and battered machine could endure was less certain...as well as whether even its gargantuan strength would be sufficient to finish the deed. His trepidation was cut short however, by the blaring of alarms - first at the appearance of the jeweled spears to his aft, which were then superseded by a proximity warning as something, something massive, appeared unbidden in the middle distance. The Sapphiard.

It was as though reality had suddenly turned to molasses. Each moment seemed to drag out into an eternity for Charles, time laboriously resisting the universal laws that governed its flow. The spread of crystalline growths across Exeter's machine seemed almost comically slow in the distorted passage of time, yet somehow inexorable all the time. But even at that glacial pace, it felt as if no reaction was rapid enough to rescue the doomed knight. The Arbiter was left, powerless, as the sole witness of Sir William's parting words.

And then he was gone. The passage of time snapped jarringly back apace, the ruined machine - and her lost pilot - falling away encased on a gemlike prison.

Charles Beaumont was not an impulsive man, nor one given to brashness. An individual uplifted as a paragon of level-headed justice for many a year, the kind of man that, perhaps ironically, those close to Exeter may have pointed to as an example on how to temper his passions. Devoted to the Lunarian cause, but always considering her greater gain over his own feelings. The ideal citizen. But in that moment, a cold fury had been lit in his belly. It blazed not for justice, nor for the Kingdom of Everglory, nor for her people. It burned toward a single, ugly, selfish goal: revenge.

"Listen well, beast." The words would ring out across the battlefield, echoing in the receivers of any who still stood to hear them, solid as iron. As it had done several times before on this day, the Giganscudo's pyramidal chest split, its central portion telescoping forth to reveal row upon row upon row of densely packed energy conductors. Likewise the armor on its shoulders and knees, pockmarked and scarred, slid apart to expose more of the same. The entire fore of the colossal mecha was bathed in an azure highlight as power flowed forth from its reactor. The dull glow rapidly escalated until the thing would be more akin to a blazing effigy than a creation of man to Vynatea's sight, systems crying out in protest as the surge of energy threatened to overwhelm the Gigan's venerable, primitive energy management.

"Your numbers may be legion, and you may stand taller and stronger than any one of us. But we are Everglory, and we will never bow!" A great torrent of pure, unadulterated power erupted forth from the Giganscudo's chest, every solitary drop of energy its strained systems could muster flowing from the Giga Wide Blaster with the intention of incinerating Vynatea - and its own limbs, as it squeezed down on the monster even more tightly if such was even possible - in his entirety. One final, ultimate blow of vengeance for the fallen Exeter.
 
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"Tch" Adachi clicked his tongue frustrated. This was the absolute worst time-line to be in, everything around him was falling apart he wanted to just book it and be done with it but unfortunately that wasn't an option. Leaving this thing to go rampant on the moon would put his father and sister in danger. Escaping the moon didn't seem like an option at the moment either. This was the only place Adachi knew and lived his whole life. And he wasn't planning on letting it go.

Adachi made the Gunleon prepare it's wrench. At this point he was just done and completely abandoned the support role he had going. The Gunleon's eyes flashed green right before it began charging towards the Vynatea. The moment it was close enough it hopped into the air and above it's enemy. "GET OFF MY FUCKING HOME YOU... Uh... Whatever you are!" Adachi screamed as the Gunleon aimed it's wrench downward towards the Vynatea with the intention to kill the colossal monster.
 

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The titanic structure jutted forth from the Giganscudo's chest, a particle beam that could have served as an effective turret in its own right - and indeed, in the machine's distant past, effectively had. Not for nothing had it once been referred to by the codename of Giganspada, the gigantic sword, and the shark-toothed visitor's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen, extending one palm outward with a defiant roar as the beam burst forth. It impacted the held form, shredding the Gigan's own limbs as it did.

"Nn... Guooaaaaaaagh!"

A ray of light scorched the surface of the Moon, carrying the howling ogre up and away into the stars above. The warped sky shattered as their progenitor passed through them, like a drop of vinegar in a pool of olive oil, whips of star-speckled black flinging in all directions as the gateway to the hellish world of the DAMON was forcefully slammed shut on the fingertips of its reptilian army. Higher and higher, the beam rose, like the blade of an impossibly vast knight being thrust into the heavens - before detonating explosively above the surface of the planetoid in a luminous cloud of blue and white.

As the explosion lit up the Lunarian skyline... a tiny speck of light alighted on the shoulder of the Gunleon...
Then the Axio...
The Gigan...
And the wayward Knights of Bisen Foris, laden with refugees.

Tiny fragments of Dimensional Energy Crystal, carried down to the Lunar surface from the detonation above, each softly puff-ing out of existence as it touched what lay below.

A gentle rain of starry snow, bathed in rays of righteous fury.

They were gone - both the gleaming, shark-toothed fiend, and his malevolent throne.

To whence, none could say - but for the moment, it seemed that the Knights of Luna had triumphed.
 
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There was a hitch. A stitch. A split second glitch, imperceptible to all but the most watchful eyes. Like a skip in a record player or a fractional second of static in a video feed, it was and then it wasn't. The only real difference anyone might have seen after was empty space where the colorful comets had been. Otherwise, time marched forward as nigh all witnesses would have attested - the Giganscudo blasted the tyrant to kingdom come.

What exactly transpired in those lost moments was a secret for another day. For now, their mission was fulfilled. There were survivors to look after, and mysteries to investigate. The quartet of machines settled in for repairs and resupply, returning to their berths, and to obscurity.

Outside, as the 'snow' fell, the Notus gently began to turn, gliding toward the Fenossa. The machines gathered on her back were thus treated to a scenic cruise for however long they chose to remain there. The home ship meanwhile beginning to make its way toward the ZONE to conduct cleanup operations.
 
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In the middle of the lunar chaos, there was suddenly a moment of silence. The massive threat that was about to bring an end to their lives was graciously defeated by the Giganscudo.
But there was still something, another potential menace that was in the immediate vicinity: the trapped Sir William. As he pointed the main camera of his unit to where he was, he could see the crystals surrounding both the Sapphiard and the previous Sir Exeter.

"Sir William! We have to help Sir William!" Said Mel, warning the others about what was happening to him as he jumped from the ship onto the lunar ground, the thrusters from the ankles of his machine activating at a few meters from the ground, preventing to damage the engines of its legs.

"I'll go first, I'm sure Sir William is still alive in there!" said while carefully approaching the crystal cocoon.
 
Jun 14, 2018
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It was...done.

In the fleeting moments after the Giganscudo unleashed its fury against the might of Vynatea, pure and blinding brightness enveloped Charles where he sat. Ever so briefly, the man wondered whether the light that wholly obscured his sight was the harsh flare of plasma reflected from the crystalline figure's guard...or the divine radiance of Heaven rushing down to greet him as he, rather than the shark-toothed foe, was striken down.

But soon enough the glow faded, and despite the stinging splotches it left in his vision it was apparent that the Grand Arbiter still existed in the material world. The forms of Gale Tyran and her master had vanished, replaced by little more than an ugly scar scorched into the Lunar soil by the blast. They'd done it; they'd won, against seemingly impossible odds. Sir Beaumont suddenly lurched forward, slumping over the machine's controls as the fatigue and stress of battle finally caught up, overcoming the effects of the adrenaline that had staved off pain and exhaustion.

The Giganscudo likewise descended with deceptive grace under the weak lunar gravity, power reserves wholly drained by the final assault. It impacted with a soft puff of moondust, slowly keeling over to lie - oddly tranquil - face-down in the dirt. The only movement was the twitch and spark of severed wiring in what remained of its forearms, and the accumulation of a soft dusting of DEC as the pulverized crystal descended back to the surface.