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"How long?
How long has it been since this war started?
How long has it been since his very own flesh and blood brother betrayed him?
Thousands of years? Millions? Billions? Trillions? He couldn't recall. But, none of that mattered now.
Right now he was sitting in a chair, waiting. Waiting for what you ask? He was currently on board a ship that was currently traveling at faster than light speeds. The blackness fades away and we see an armored man who, if he were standing, would stand at 20 feet tall. His armor was a blood red color, with his shoulders and helmet being an emerald green. His face was covered by a golden visor which spanned most of the helmet. His chest plate was thickly built with no straight edges on it. His shoulders, elbows, and knee's had trio's of spikes all over them. The being was currently reading a data pad when a metal slab next to him lit up and a hologram of another armored being appeared, this one looked more feminine in nature. "Commander Wyldestar sir" The voice said, clearly female. "We're about to exit hyperspace." The being now known as Wyldestar nodded. "Very well than, begin preparations" he said,his voice carrying a thick, yet clean Irish accent. The hologram nodded in return. "Yes sir." It than shut off, darkening the room once more.
"Wyldestar stood up from his chair, placing the data pad on the seat of the chair, walked towards a metal door, which opened automatically to reveal a golden hallway. he walked out into the hallway ad turned left. As he walked along the wide, curved, hallway, he passed a number of other red, armored beings with varying aesthetic looks to their armor. By this point, you're probably wondering who Wyldestar and these guys are. Well, I'll tell you. These guys are Protectorates, angels, or rather, half angels, who travel the multiverse to protect the good and innocent, as well as destroy their ultimate enemies, the Destructors, the Protectorates complete opposites, as well as the fact that they're demons. Wyldestar made it to the bridge, which had many Protectorates working at various consoles, as well as a giant front window to space, which showed a massive, golden fleet of long, cone tipped ships (insert innuendo here if you wish), as well as hyperspace. A lone female Protectorate approached him. "Sir!" she said "We'll reach our destination in exactly 12 minutes" Wyldestar nodded. "Very well than, if you need me, I'll be in the training room with the Archangels". She nodded back towards him and returned to whatever she was doing previously, with Wyldestar exiting the bridge.
Wyldestar soon walked into a large, open part of the ship, which contained a variety of Protectorates fighting against each other, and others watching. Wyldestar walked past all of these until he made made it to the other end of the room where he saw 5 Protectorates, two of them fighting each other and the other three sitting on a stack of glowing red crates where one of them was watching quietly, and the remaining two were chatting with each other. The one who was at the top of the stack, watching the fight, noticed Wyldestar and tapped the shoulders of the other two and pointed at him. The three Protectorates stood themselves up and saluted, and two who were fighting stopped and also saluted. Wyldestar stopped in front of them looked them over briefly. The most noticeable one of the group stood at 60 feet tall, had a white visor like Wyldestar, except his had a large grey human skull on it. The giant had on his back a rather large and a technologically advanced warhammer on his back, except instead of the head being a cube like most were, this one was a cylinder. His chest was fashioned so that the plates overlapped upwards, bulging his chest outwards, and his arms and legs were covered in two inch spikes. The second one had armor that was fashioned much like a samurai, and had an air of peace and tranquility to him. On his back, he had a katana that, if looked upon closely, you could see a soft,blue glow emanating from it. his helmet had two eye pieces made of the same material that made up the Protectorates visors, except it they were blue, and he had a mouth guard covering the bottom of his face. He also had three spikes six inches long each sticking upward from his forehead. The third and fourth ones looked exactly like with their bubble shaped helmets and simple looking chest plates except for a few key differences. The biggest key differences was that one was distinctively female, given that her lower abdomen was curved inwards and had noticeably large hips and chest. She also had long,flowing, silver hair that went to her waist was sticking out from the back of her helmet. The male one had two rather large speakers sticking from his shoulders, and had a small,round speaker sticking from the chin of his helmet. Wyldestar looked them over briefly before speaking. "Ladies and gentleman, today, after several trillion years of warfare, we finally stand on the edge of total victory against the Destructors. For too long have angels had their blood spilt on currently burnt worlds. That ends now. Our ships will tear through their ranks, and our angel brothers and sisters will slay the demonic horde with swords and guns. And after the dust has settled, we will stand at the top of the tallest mountain on their planet, and scream into the heavens for all the angels, and all of the multiverse to hear, do you hear me?" The entire group stiffened up and saluted. "SIR YES SIR!" Wyldestar smiled.
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Jahannam: Homeworld of the Destructors. A volcanic planet with rivers of lava and oceans of acid. It's atmosphere is hot enough to melt tungsten, and every single mountain is a volcano. Currently, a massive fleet of purple ships surrounded the planet, each ship resembling a large,bulbous,metallic beehive. in the center of this fleet floated the largest of the vessels, which housed Omalley, the leader of the Destructors and his Dementors, the counters to the Protectorate Archangels. Omalley was currently sitting in the bridge of his command ship, staring out into space. He wore dark blue armor, and had a narrow, black visor that stretched over where is eyes were. His armor resembled that of a knight of old, with the gauntleted gloves and what not. He also had two curved horns sticking from the side of his head. He turned to what looked like the helmsman. "Are the special missiles ready for firing?", his voice dark and menacing. The helmsman nodded "All Vortex missiles are ready for launch sir." Omalley smiled. "Good, I want all of them launched as soon as I-" He was interrupted by an alarm going off. "SIR! The Protectorates have arrived" an officer announced. Omalley grinned. "This should be fun" He pressed a button on his chair and the intercom turned on. "All ships prepare for battle" he announced. "Today the Protectorates will finally know what defeat feels like"