by The Kingpin » Tue Mar 27, 2012 8:44 pm
On a small island beyond the west coast of the United States, an abomination walked across the volcanic rock. It's appearance resembled something between a lobster and a shark, jagged claws hanging at it's sides as it's large, flexible armoured tail swayed right and left with each inarticulate stride of it's four chitinous legs. Its head was shark-like, complete with extendable jaws, with a notable difference; 2 sets of large, jagged mandibles snapped loudly every time they closed, the beast seemingly using it to attract the attention of other creatures in it's perimeter. molten stone spilled from it's jaws as it released a spluttering hiss, it's glowing eyes scanning the surroundings. this island had been there less than a month; the product of it's rise from the thin crust beneath the Pacific. It had turned this rock into it's home, and guarded it fiercely. There were already a notable number of corpses littering the stony shores of the island; the remains of invaders that could not hold up to the crustacean's onslaught...
That is...until Damaar found it.
A gurgling growl reverberated through the very stone the beast jealously patrolled, causing it to glance around in search of the source. A blackish cloud of dust had begun to build over the corpse of one of the larger of the crustacean's fallen opponents, it's scaly hide visibly worn and degraded, some scales falling loose from their roots on it's hide, sliding a few feet down it's hide before hitting a surface and dissolving to dust, contributing to the cloud of decay swirling in the air. The chitinous beast hissed angrily, knowing it was looking right at it's opponent through the cloud, its assumption proving correct as a set of 7 blazing red, malevolent eyes glared back through the cloud, the gurgling growl turning into a piercing screech, Damaar's jaws flaring white through the darkness. The Crustacean screeched as a beam of molten rock was fired right at the demonic monstrosity, carving a path through the cloud and colliding with Damaar's shield, the Warlord releasing a chilling, gurgling laugh as light began to glow through the overlapping plates of his armour, absorbing the energy entirely as he began to stride forward, each step increasing the monstrosity's speed, until it was a flat out charge, the Crustacean bringing up it's clawed arms to strike the smaller monster, only to be rammed right off it's feat, Damaar's glowing shield colliding with the creature's clawed arms and sweeping them aside with a loud crunch, the momentum of the charge blowing it off it's feat and sending it tumbling away, the Warlord snarling lowly as his limbs were brought to bear, massive talons arcing over his shoulders and to his sides, prepared to tear his newest victim apart...
Meanwhile, in the southern Atlantic, not far from the southernmost tip of the African continent, DHARMA was hard at work. a large base there was preparing their latest weapon; a retaliation against Horus' rampage. A total of 537 men and women had lost their lives to his vengeful onslaught when he escaped, and the organisation had lost almost all communication between it's various facilities, effectively isolating the leadership from their subordinates across the planet.
They were not defeated yet. Not by a long shot.
a massive hanger, easily a couple of kilometres across, had been home to one of the recent visitors to Earth for the last week, where the most advanced machinery in their possession worked non stop to equip Primarch-2; their newest primary weapon. Its purpose: to bring down Horus and retrieve him for complete mechanisation. the massive hanger was lined with floodlights, casting light on the various mechs and inactive cyborgs filling the chamber. Amidst the numerous weapons stood Mecha King Ghidorah. the Space Dragon's golden scales shimmered in the light of the hanger, the notable space titanium components covering its body compensating for the damage inflicted on the beast by Spinnerax. The wings had been completely replaced, two large dull red formations in the place of the golden membranes that had once occupied that area, the wings doubling as solar panels. the torso had now been totally encased in space titanium, the greyish silver armour shimmering dimly in the light of the Hanger. the central head, blown off in the fight with Spinnerax, had been replaced with a mechanical one, and armed with an impressive weapon; one of many that formed the former invader's arsenal.
"Primarch-2 clear for deployment. Initiate power-up sequence" came the order from the base's high command. Today would be the cyborg dragon's test. If successful, it would prove that they could successfully control the weapon under stress...
What they didn't know however, was that Horus was watching...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG