Post by Dark Delias on Oct 17, 2009 2:41:30 GMT -6
Thread's happening's take place in the far future
Clobbered scraps of metal and the carcass' of a vast number of robotic creations. Torn asunder were their metallic bodies of custom metals, made from the highest of levels in the top technological labs within the Shin-Ra company. The Shin-Ra "Electrical Company" was said to change their ways, and so they did, after the events of Omega and Chaos. However, what was promised to the people had yet to be fulfilled. Their actions were slow, and the things they did had settled under the people's false trust. Alas, but President Rufus' shawdowed motives and wants were performed under the same sun. And as a result, they were bound to evaporate... into the very knowing of mankind.
Upon the rugged terrain of Neo-Midgar, a familliar warrior stands alone, but behind him, yet another face known by those of the past, his ally. Shielded in massive armor, the warrior moved with chocobo-like speed, leaping from building to building as if naked. A large sword was clenched between his gigantic fingers, the tip was pointed outward, as if the enemy were near by. His sharpened kleets penetrate the open chests of each structure, causing the debree to fall helplessly to the awaiting streets below. All this time, this man, this thing, had been making its way toward the center of the city, soaring from sector to sector as if wings had been stitched to his back, and his nerves wrapped themselves around the roots of those wings and together they mended. Sector 0; the center of the city, was close at hand, but before him arose some distractions, ones not to be ignored.
Plowing its way through the many gates and buildings located in the sector, a behemoth of a machine tore its way through, simultaneously swiping a large blade located on one of the many arm-like limbs of the machine. It's target was obvious, too obvious, and even in the high speeds in which the warrior was travelling even he saw the nearly 20 foot wide mass of the robot, even as 'concealed' as it was, smashing through the so called obstacles of the city like a King Behemoth to teenage shrubs. Defending with his broad-like sword, the warrior acted yet again, rotating his hips and twisting his body, the armored man delivered a heavy blow, penetrating the hard surface of the robot's body. Or atleast it would have, a shield of some sort had been protecting the entire form of the machine, not only that, it seemed to repel the recoil of the attack back to the original sender. As a result of that, a strong force was shot back at the man, sending him upward and into the air, if not a few meters, than a few feet.
The robot, having felt the failed attack, only took flight, and still, it remained silent. Darting toward the man like a fly to manure, the robot, too would deliver an attack. Again, with one of many of it's arms, the robot swiped at the warrior, and again with it's massive blade, seeming as if protruding from the inner arm of the robot. The blade successfully hit. The man's lower back was hit with over an estimated 2 tons of pressure, which quite logically knocked the man that much more into the air. The fact that the blade was just that; a blade, meant nothing, for the armor incredibly blocked the blade's very cutting/slashing properties, only the blunt force of the attack actually did anything, and thanks to the ultra-superior body of the robot, that was just enough to do damage.
Flying through the air, the man quickly regained his composure. There was just one problem, he was still "mid-flight", and the robot was still rushing him faster than even he could leap. Something about this robotic organism, creature... beast, was that it had incredibly higher intellectual abilities than any other robot he had ever come across, and his battles were many and upon vast plains, even such a plain as this; a massacred society and executed morals. Even such a plain was worth saving. If it meant from them, from the Shin-Ra, than yes. Now more than ever. And his next actions would let the still inferior 'mind' of the machine just that... and with much emphasis.
Having approached at intense speeds, the robot had come within a com-memorable distance from the midair warrior. Having known of this, the man twisted his body yet again. He would need all of his strength for this, and the rotating of his hips and the gained momentum from the fall would grant him that and more. Again, their blades clashed with an echoing, near deafening sound of thunder. The force was so great, yet again, the warrior was launched even higher into the air. At the same time, even the robot's massive body was thrown to the streets and through a couple of vehicles, just a bit more to add to the ever-growing tab of the vulgar creation. However, this position would be looked down upon in the eyes of many, but not this warrior. He saw this as an opportunity to perform one of many special attacks in his most heavenly, if not hellish, of arsenals.
Not wasting any time, the man seemed to have charged a large amount of energy. At such a speed, only a fraction of the actual gathered energy would have been even reachable. This showed the impressive energy control this individual had. Around the very form of this man, many colossal dragons gathered around him, as if forming from the dust that floated upon the air itself, like bacteria to your average diner restroom. Each dragon was of different color, but each consisting of raw energy, having the appearance of swirling bolts... of lightning itself, but alas, more powerful. In total, thirteen dragons had introduced their presence among the robot's own. Having regained itself and now standing upon the ground, the robot had gathered that the "inferior" being that this warrior was supposed to be, had summoned forth a great power, even too much for itself.
With lighting even surrounding the man, he let out but a single hand, not paying a single second of attention to his sword. His finger, wrapped in a gauntlet, stretched itself outward and took aim upon the robot's direction. The gold dragon, or yellow, then twitched it's tail and within a matter of seconds it had arrived at the robot. Opening it's mouth, it's jaw seemed to stretch even more than the great Zolem. It's mouth now gaped, it slammed shut; it's jaws, causing the robot's hard body to crumble and explode with a great amount fo force, for the dragon too had self-destructed upon contact. The remaining dragons had dissipated, as if back into the sword of the warrior, who now seemed to be more than a mere warrior.
Landing rather softly upon the rooftop of a medium sized office building, the warrior averted the engulfing body of the robot and turned his attention to the other street, in which many, many troops had gathered... and leading them was none other than Rufus himself. Only there was something strange about him. He had altered himself. A robotic arm was in place of his left arm. His arm was not gone, only updated in the most highest of all technology, the best in the world. Rufus shinra was backed by thousands of Shin-Ra troops and SOLDIER operatives. Normally they would not join arms in an all out battle, but certain circemstances must have aroused their interest. Having locked gazes, Rufus Shinra and the warrior could practically have a conversation with the way they were looking at each other, with such anger and frustration, like wild animals, starving for their first meal in monthes. Only no stare could be rivaled by this warrior, his eyes possessed things only demons could withstand, and only gods could survive. Rufus knew that, and so, he asked the man, throwing his words across the once glorious streets of Neo-Midgar, and now, like it's former self... like Midgar.
"Who are you? What do you want?" asked the firm words of Rufus Shinra.
....and the warrior answered. "Dark Delias, Lord of Darkness and ruler of the Demonic Realm... I'm here to bring joy and happiness throughout you and your men... now come... and enjoy the fun... laugh a little." lifting a humungous smile, Dark Delias laughed a great laugh. A great... and terrible laugh.
Clobbered scraps of metal and the carcass' of a vast number of robotic creations. Torn asunder were their metallic bodies of custom metals, made from the highest of levels in the top technological labs within the Shin-Ra company. The Shin-Ra "Electrical Company" was said to change their ways, and so they did, after the events of Omega and Chaos. However, what was promised to the people had yet to be fulfilled. Their actions were slow, and the things they did had settled under the people's false trust. Alas, but President Rufus' shawdowed motives and wants were performed under the same sun. And as a result, they were bound to evaporate... into the very knowing of mankind.
Upon the rugged terrain of Neo-Midgar, a familliar warrior stands alone, but behind him, yet another face known by those of the past, his ally. Shielded in massive armor, the warrior moved with chocobo-like speed, leaping from building to building as if naked. A large sword was clenched between his gigantic fingers, the tip was pointed outward, as if the enemy were near by. His sharpened kleets penetrate the open chests of each structure, causing the debree to fall helplessly to the awaiting streets below. All this time, this man, this thing, had been making its way toward the center of the city, soaring from sector to sector as if wings had been stitched to his back, and his nerves wrapped themselves around the roots of those wings and together they mended. Sector 0; the center of the city, was close at hand, but before him arose some distractions, ones not to be ignored.
Plowing its way through the many gates and buildings located in the sector, a behemoth of a machine tore its way through, simultaneously swiping a large blade located on one of the many arm-like limbs of the machine. It's target was obvious, too obvious, and even in the high speeds in which the warrior was travelling even he saw the nearly 20 foot wide mass of the robot, even as 'concealed' as it was, smashing through the so called obstacles of the city like a King Behemoth to teenage shrubs. Defending with his broad-like sword, the warrior acted yet again, rotating his hips and twisting his body, the armored man delivered a heavy blow, penetrating the hard surface of the robot's body. Or atleast it would have, a shield of some sort had been protecting the entire form of the machine, not only that, it seemed to repel the recoil of the attack back to the original sender. As a result of that, a strong force was shot back at the man, sending him upward and into the air, if not a few meters, than a few feet.
The robot, having felt the failed attack, only took flight, and still, it remained silent. Darting toward the man like a fly to manure, the robot, too would deliver an attack. Again, with one of many of it's arms, the robot swiped at the warrior, and again with it's massive blade, seeming as if protruding from the inner arm of the robot. The blade successfully hit. The man's lower back was hit with over an estimated 2 tons of pressure, which quite logically knocked the man that much more into the air. The fact that the blade was just that; a blade, meant nothing, for the armor incredibly blocked the blade's very cutting/slashing properties, only the blunt force of the attack actually did anything, and thanks to the ultra-superior body of the robot, that was just enough to do damage.
Flying through the air, the man quickly regained his composure. There was just one problem, he was still "mid-flight", and the robot was still rushing him faster than even he could leap. Something about this robotic organism, creature... beast, was that it had incredibly higher intellectual abilities than any other robot he had ever come across, and his battles were many and upon vast plains, even such a plain as this; a massacred society and executed morals. Even such a plain was worth saving. If it meant from them, from the Shin-Ra, than yes. Now more than ever. And his next actions would let the still inferior 'mind' of the machine just that... and with much emphasis.
Having approached at intense speeds, the robot had come within a com-memorable distance from the midair warrior. Having known of this, the man twisted his body yet again. He would need all of his strength for this, and the rotating of his hips and the gained momentum from the fall would grant him that and more. Again, their blades clashed with an echoing, near deafening sound of thunder. The force was so great, yet again, the warrior was launched even higher into the air. At the same time, even the robot's massive body was thrown to the streets and through a couple of vehicles, just a bit more to add to the ever-growing tab of the vulgar creation. However, this position would be looked down upon in the eyes of many, but not this warrior. He saw this as an opportunity to perform one of many special attacks in his most heavenly, if not hellish, of arsenals.
Not wasting any time, the man seemed to have charged a large amount of energy. At such a speed, only a fraction of the actual gathered energy would have been even reachable. This showed the impressive energy control this individual had. Around the very form of this man, many colossal dragons gathered around him, as if forming from the dust that floated upon the air itself, like bacteria to your average diner restroom. Each dragon was of different color, but each consisting of raw energy, having the appearance of swirling bolts... of lightning itself, but alas, more powerful. In total, thirteen dragons had introduced their presence among the robot's own. Having regained itself and now standing upon the ground, the robot had gathered that the "inferior" being that this warrior was supposed to be, had summoned forth a great power, even too much for itself.
With lighting even surrounding the man, he let out but a single hand, not paying a single second of attention to his sword. His finger, wrapped in a gauntlet, stretched itself outward and took aim upon the robot's direction. The gold dragon, or yellow, then twitched it's tail and within a matter of seconds it had arrived at the robot. Opening it's mouth, it's jaw seemed to stretch even more than the great Zolem. It's mouth now gaped, it slammed shut; it's jaws, causing the robot's hard body to crumble and explode with a great amount fo force, for the dragon too had self-destructed upon contact. The remaining dragons had dissipated, as if back into the sword of the warrior, who now seemed to be more than a mere warrior.
Landing rather softly upon the rooftop of a medium sized office building, the warrior averted the engulfing body of the robot and turned his attention to the other street, in which many, many troops had gathered... and leading them was none other than Rufus himself. Only there was something strange about him. He had altered himself. A robotic arm was in place of his left arm. His arm was not gone, only updated in the most highest of all technology, the best in the world. Rufus shinra was backed by thousands of Shin-Ra troops and SOLDIER operatives. Normally they would not join arms in an all out battle, but certain circemstances must have aroused their interest. Having locked gazes, Rufus Shinra and the warrior could practically have a conversation with the way they were looking at each other, with such anger and frustration, like wild animals, starving for their first meal in monthes. Only no stare could be rivaled by this warrior, his eyes possessed things only demons could withstand, and only gods could survive. Rufus knew that, and so, he asked the man, throwing his words across the once glorious streets of Neo-Midgar, and now, like it's former self... like Midgar.
"Who are you? What do you want?" asked the firm words of Rufus Shinra.
....and the warrior answered. "Dark Delias, Lord of Darkness and ruler of the Demonic Realm... I'm here to bring joy and happiness throughout you and your men... now come... and enjoy the fun... laugh a little." lifting a humungous smile, Dark Delias laughed a great laugh. A great... and terrible laugh.