Post by Egos on Apr 26, 2012 18:49:40 GMT -5
Day 4
"Why would a sniper tell everyone who he was going to try to shoot?"
"Quotis?"
"What?"
"I really, really think you should stop trying to make sense of all this. It's Arcadia."
INANTP was so called for some long-forgotten prototypical acronym. Most members of the Arcadian military simply called him the Paragon Mech, in deference to the Paragon project which birthed him. The Arcadians had had enough of being brutalised by heavy robotic units, and had cobbled together their own from the endless spare parts left strewn across the planet.
INANTP had spent the past few days trying to refind himself. In some respects, literally; components had come loose and evaded him. He had taken the brunt of an antimatter missile, and while that act had saved the lives of dozens of Arcadia's soldiers it had cost him his memory.
And so it was that after acquiring aid and doing research of his own, INANTP recalled his objective, his purpose. And he found himself fired upon, surrounded and doomed.
But INANTP wasn't some two-bit patrol drone. His chassis was based off Domarian technology; he'd been a Security mech in a past life. And parts of him came off an Enforcer-class. He tried to put himself between the assault and the human military, acting like mobile cover. He held his own.
Right up until a telekinetic field peeled back his plating. Even then he stood firm, as gunfire raked his exposed electronics, responding in kind.
And then the... others got him. His fellows. Their attacks were not so easily rebuffed.
The lithest, the most agile, the fastest of the machines got under his guard and put a fist through his heart. His core. The memory banks he had so desperately tried to restore.
INANTP sunk to his knees. His failing optics tried to focus on the figure before him, and he spoke.
"You are aware that I have been scanning other machines? To recall what I am? To unlock my potential?"
"Yes," said his assassin.
"Are you aware of my final discovery?"
"No."
INANTP straightened up. Riddled with holes, haemorrhaging power, on fire in several places and on the verge of collapse...
"EXTREME PREJUDICE."
...INANTP punched his attacker through a building.
Three of them.
From a distance, the Arcadian HQ took it for another artillery bombardment.
"I'm amazed I survived that," said Vertroue, watching the massive machine finally succumb to its wounds.
"You didn't," said a voice next to the Cultist's ear.
"Why would a sniper tell everyone who he was going to try to shoot?"
"Quotis?"
"What?"
"I really, really think you should stop trying to make sense of all this. It's Arcadia."
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INANTP was so called for some long-forgotten prototypical acronym. Most members of the Arcadian military simply called him the Paragon Mech, in deference to the Paragon project which birthed him. The Arcadians had had enough of being brutalised by heavy robotic units, and had cobbled together their own from the endless spare parts left strewn across the planet.
INANTP had spent the past few days trying to refind himself. In some respects, literally; components had come loose and evaded him. He had taken the brunt of an antimatter missile, and while that act had saved the lives of dozens of Arcadia's soldiers it had cost him his memory.
And so it was that after acquiring aid and doing research of his own, INANTP recalled his objective, his purpose. And he found himself fired upon, surrounded and doomed.
But INANTP wasn't some two-bit patrol drone. His chassis was based off Domarian technology; he'd been a Security mech in a past life. And parts of him came off an Enforcer-class. He tried to put himself between the assault and the human military, acting like mobile cover. He held his own.
Right up until a telekinetic field peeled back his plating. Even then he stood firm, as gunfire raked his exposed electronics, responding in kind.
And then the... others got him. His fellows. Their attacks were not so easily rebuffed.
The lithest, the most agile, the fastest of the machines got under his guard and put a fist through his heart. His core. The memory banks he had so desperately tried to restore.
INANTP sunk to his knees. His failing optics tried to focus on the figure before him, and he spoke.
"You are aware that I have been scanning other machines? To recall what I am? To unlock my potential?"
"Yes," said his assassin.
"Are you aware of my final discovery?"
"No."
INANTP straightened up. Riddled with holes, haemorrhaging power, on fire in several places and on the verge of collapse...
"EXTREME PREJUDICE."
...INANTP punched his attacker through a building.
Three of them.
From a distance, the Arcadian HQ took it for another artillery bombardment.
______________________________________________________________
"I'm amazed I survived that," said Vertroue, watching the massive machine finally succumb to its wounds.
"You didn't," said a voice next to the Cultist's ear.
Night 3 casualties
I needed a name to post., the Paragon Mech, hit with just about everything
Alegis, a Soldier, is killed by massive telekinetic energies
SLyM, a Telepath, murdered with incredible psionic force
vertroue, the Healer Cultist, survived cannons... and got backstabbed
Tayrun, a Domarian, struck by multiple attacks
TheRoadVirus, a Cop, struck by multiple attacks
Bedlam, an Engineer, struck by multiple attacks
sportzboytjw, a Soldier, won the popularity contest
I needed a name to post., the Paragon Mech, hit with just about everything
Alegis, a Soldier, is killed by massive telekinetic energies
SLyM, a Telepath, murdered with incredible psionic force
vertroue, the Healer Cultist, survived cannons... and got backstabbed
Tayrun, a Domarian, struck by multiple attacks
TheRoadVirus, a Cop, struck by multiple attacks
Bedlam, an Engineer, struck by multiple attacks
sportzboytjw, a Soldier, won the popularity contest
