Sye awoke abruptly among the scattered shards of an ancient temple. He looked around the room defensively, his body still prepared to fight for his life.
Things were still blurry in his mind: "God, what the heck just happened," he questioned, "Hmm, that's weird, my head stopped hurting, I wonder...ack," by the time Sye hit "ack" his headache and his recent memories started flooding back to him in a torrent: some...something about a hunter...and... And a portal...but...who's this godlike figure? Sye gasped,
"Zionus, could he... did he figure me out?" He questioned somewhat fearfully.
And yet again, he suddenly felt a surge of sharp pain, but this time, it all over his entire body. Then he felt something more pleasurable. His body surged and adapted to a bright, holy power pervading his every cell and mingling with the dark energy inside of him.
"AHHGH! What now!" he managed to burst out as his heart felt like it was going to explode and his body burnt and froze and was electrocuted at the same time. Then, he went from his childish form to the body of a 17 year old.
"HOLY CRAP! I remember everything now...
After beating Sona I was turned into a three year old...
Then those people posing as my parents took me in and raised me for those seven years...
Zio must have possessed me and waited until he regained enough strength to take control...
Hmm. I must have absorbed some of his power when he regained his own body.
I have a knack for that, I guess. When Falz killed me in the blast that offed P1 and somhow I was revived as a 12 year old, I absorbed some of his power... The power of darkness...
With the Great Light's power as well, I should be able to stop all of this...
But first, I need those swords...
Masamune and Muramasa, Wielded by Abyss Abaddon and Nyreal Destiny."
Sye, insanely happy that his purple FOnewm suit was one size fits all, reached into his belt and popped the pill that contained his Mag, Ila. In a flash of neon green lights, The creature that was purely golden wings appeared and brougth the pills for Sye's items with it.
"Yah, Yah, Yah, I'll go pipe to P2. Can't you let me enjoy near end-puberty for a little bit? I mean honestly, not knowing about hot women and women being hot and um... Hot female body parts is a if you know you haven't been seeking them for seven years."
He threw a smaller capsule that came from a capsule onto the ruined ruins floor and stepped in the bath of light.
Destination: the nostalgically named, Coral. Ragol's largest settled mass of land.
Nyreal Destiny laid partially awake on his bed, trash and clothes on his floor, and a suspected missing (pretty god damn important to all guys) specific bpdy part .. Well, at least that's what he figured that Moonlight would do to him, especially after forgoing her warning, something about not drinking all the goddam Vodka, maybe something about watch your hands pervtard.
"Ugh, what .beat is it?" Nyreal glanced at his clock: 539 (3:57 a.m.).
"Weird, how am I up already when I coulda sworn that Moon dragged me back here at 375 12:00 a.m., and why don't I feel hung over?"
Nyreal silently dismissed that train of thought and walked into his bathroom. Purple hair covering his headband, light green eyes shining through the cloud of purple hair,
"Not too bad." Nyreal adjusted the headband that he received from his Sensei a few years back. In the Arcanjistu style of Orochi Fate, Nyreal's master, the Band of Light symbolizes mastery of the art.
Nyreal left the bathroom after cleaning up a bit, and walked toward his closet. Before he could reach his closet, however, he was stopped by the voice of a child.
"Sobriety pills work good, don't they," a 17 year old boy with tall, spiky, pink hair and green eyes asked. He also had an Ila Mag floating behind him.
Nyreal recognized the voice and also figured out where it was coming from: on top of his dresser, which was directly to his right. He then responded with, "Heh, you always did like to harsh people's buzzes, Sye Yuiy,"
"Eh, maybe." Sye walked out of Nyreal's bathroom, reinforcing his spikes.
"But, wha, howtdidyougotherewhileyouwererighhere?"
"When you're a level 383 equivalent, you can do a helluva lot more than just blasting ice. Anyway, grab your stuff, we've gotta go get everyone."
"You sure haven't changed after seven years."
Nyreal complied and reached into one of his dresser drawers for a small belt attachment, an expandable piece of fabric with five full slots that looked just big enough to hold a capsule.
"Sheesh, you could ask how everyone is after so friggin long."
Nyreal grabbed his Guard Wave and put it on, it was a black, whole body suit on him, but it had obvious signs of hard armor on every part of it. After that was done, he donned his blue robe.
"Damn I hate this thing. I'd rather not wear this, but it's considered indecent exposure to walk outside in a Guard Wave."
Sye cleared his throat to remind Nyreal yet again of what he was referring to. "Oh, that," Nyreal laughed, "You think I'd keep the Masamune in this hellhole? Abyss has it."
"Kay, let's go get it."
Nyreal threw a telepipe down and set his destination for Pioneer 2.
-
They walked past myriad businesses set up around Abyss's apartment. One
TV was blaring about the court marshal of a military academy's top
students: Lucca. They walked by too fast to catch her last name.
Nyreal and Sye walked out of the elevator and knocked on the door of apartment TeyNigh. A tall, lanky HUmar opened up the door.
"Hey guys, whaddap? Come in, have drink, get wasted, lemme take your money"
dot dot muthafreakindot was the only thing that they could come up with.
Once they all went inside and got settled at Abyss's minibar, Abyss handing out Vodka to everyone (No I don't promote underage drinking, but there's nuthin wrong with Vodka. . . ) The barten HUmar, 25; the running towards wastedness FOmar, 23; and the Godly FOnewm who was 17 and yet was truly closer to 24, sat as Sye related all of the recent events.
"So this Zionus guy is tryin' to take over the world?" Abyss inquired. That was a "no crap sherlock" question.
"Surely you have a plan to kick his ass eighty-nine ways to wendesday, don't you Nyreal?" Sye answered a question with a question.
"Yah, my usual plan: Hit him 'till he dies. And another thing, don't call me Shirley."
As if "Shirley" pissed them off, a squad of two HUcasts, a HUcaseal, and a RAcast swung from an unseen rope into Abyss's apartment window.
00, action up soon!
Abyss jumped into a nearby room, and Sye and Nyreal jumped into their battle positions. Sye popped out an Elysion from it's capsule, and Nyreal blew open one of his own with a Foie, and grabbed the Red Saber that came out. Sye attempted his trademark Rafoie, but to his trouble and dismay, he found the Droids flame proof.
Also Lightning proof.
Dammit! How is it cold proof?
Sye then gave up and ran towards the RAcast with his patented ambidex Elysion style. He sliced diagonally once, then he threw it in the air, caught it, and made another slash with his left hand. While he was doing this, Nyreal was hacking away at the two HUcasts. He decapitated the first one easily, but the other one was completely resistant to any and most damage. Nyreal jumped onto the ceiling, kicked off and stabbed the HUcast through the one weak spot he knew on this model, the BEE connection port on the top of the skull. Once the Cast was impaled, it exploded behind him and Nyreal pulled out his Charge Vulcans to hail the HUcaseal with photon. Strangely enough, the HUcaseal stood there vacantly until Nyr started to shoot wave after wave of photon bursts at her. This agression noted, she materialized a pair of Blade Dance daggers and charged for Nyreal.
Sye hacked and hacked again, leaving little damage. The Ranger became bored and unloaded on Sye with a previously unnoticed M60 Vise. After the original volley, Sye recovered and then began to bat each group of three blasts back at the android, the shots also having no effect.. Then Sye became bored and distracted the bot with a light show of Fire and Lightning that took place just outside of the death machine's field of vision. Of course he turned to see wtf was going on, and this gave Sye the opportunity he needed. Sye tossed up another capsule in the hiatus of gunblasts, and put on the goggles that came out. They quickly analyzed the robot's schematics and exposed a weak point that was hoped to never be found...
Nyreal dodged the HUcaseal's preemptive strike and then kicked himself back to avoid each oncoming blow. At he end of her chain though, the fembot jabbed at him with both her blades, and Nyreal dodged this with a back handspring towards the wall.
In desparation, Nyreal cast aside his mechs and put on the gloves that were the Angry Fist (courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Capsule Corp.!) He jumped onto the vertical wall, and kicked off that, flying a flurry of punches at the HUkey's face. All of them missed. He snapped open a final capsule, containing his Soul Banish. After jumping up to avoid an attack from the automaton, he fell down on her with a slash from the partisan.
Abyss: HA! Found them! Now I can take them all down in a split second!
Abyss ran out of the room.
Abyss ran out of the closet with his two mysterious acquistions, clutching them for dear life.
"Hey Sye! Need some help?" Abyss yelled
"I've got it covered!" Sye responded as he stood over a temporarily disabled RAcast.
"HEY! I COULD USE SOME HELP OVER HERE GODDAMMIT! THIS FREAKING BOT IS A PAIN!" Every two syllables that he said was followed by another soul sucking slash from his Soul Banish. Abyss ran up to the fembot and blasted it with his Seize Raygun.
"Hey, wanna try the X Slash, for old times sake?"
"Hell yah. Give over the Masamune."
Ah the X Strike. The original double tech between two of the greatest warriors of all time. One of which was the original wielder of the Masamune. Glenn.
Nyreal took the straight sword from Abyss's hand. The sheath was white with names of an unknown sect written all over it in black.
Abyss's sword, however, was evil. A pure black sheath, out of which was drawn forth an even darker katana. Such evil and black hole reminescence was the essence of he Murasame.
Nyreal:"Ready"
Abyss: "Hit IT!"
They both jumped back and charged at their target with such speed and ferocity that would make Hurricane Ivan look like a snail. A flash of white light, sudden darkness, and then a bright red X over their victims torso.
"So Sye, get any info from our wasted captive?" Nyreal inquired.
"Yah, I downloaded his most recent objectives, they were to murder Light."
"My baby! Come, for we must rescue my sweet pumpkin pie!" Abyss stood on his minibar pointing at his upstairs neighbors.
"You do know that they're downtown, right?"
"Burn you sobby sob!"
"Resta" A FOnewearl in pink sighed out as she waved her Psycho Wand through the air. "Liyiyght! Why don't you just SHOOT the poor loser and get it over with?"
"Because." A mythical RAmarl in a white outfit with pink highlighting responded.
Light. Last name unkown.
Amnesiac, adopted by Moonlight's parents at the age of 15. Few clues
remain or were ever there that clued us in to her past. Except for one.
The Ruby Bullet handgun. Said to be left to us lowly creatures by a
divine being centuries ago, it is the easily the most holy artifact
still intact.
Light. Poor girl. Why did fate bring her to us lower creatures? Red Ring Rico... you might know the answer. Heh. But I don't feel like dying again just to learn those answers. Not just yet, baby.
"Light, Light!" A seriousness and caring glowed in Abyss's eyes, the kind that you'll never ever see again in a man like him. He ran up to her apartment door and slashed it open. You've gotta love the Murasame.
Nyreal: There's a wonderful invention called a knob, y'now?
Sye: It's called dramatic emphasis, Nimreal.
Nyreal: That... was lame.
"HOYL CARP! You scared me Abyss! I think my heart stopped beating." Light gasped.
"Really! Let me feel!"
Out cold...
"Anyway... Did those ninja bots attack you?" Nyreal scanned the room, all he saw was incinerated walls, flash-fried robot, and computer chips welded to the ceiling. "Dang woman, you sure know how to wave around a wand."
"Yah." Moonlight casually cleaned some impurities off of her wand. "Hey, I haven't seen you use my Magical Piece lately."
"Um... I've been melee training?"
"Great. Shut up lovebirds, you're taking up post space." Sye interjected. "Huh?" "Oh my god. It's Zionus." They all looked over at the blaring TV screen.
People of Ragol! I am Zionus, the avatar of the Great Light. I have been sent to purge this system of the unclean. All who join me will be spared, all who oppose me will die. Come, and join in the new golden age by giving your souls to me. Refuse, and be cleansed in the flames of divine wrath! His voice, oddly wilting and ethereal, belied his true pure evil.
"Hmph. The only one here who will burn is you, Sunoiz." Nyreal ignited a fireball in his fist that perfectly displayed his inferno of rage.
"Th-Tha-That,
power. It's it's exactly like..." Light's eyes were frozen in terror, and yet, she couldn't draw herself away from the farce.
"We have to kill him. As soon as possible. He must die." Sye's darkness took hold of him. The evil used for good, to save the light.
"I can't feel my white sand sandwitch!" Luckily, Abyss also couldn't feel the three pairs of feet to his brainpad.
-
In the mountainous region of Gal Da Val Island, our heroes relaxed and planned.
"So, what's our next move gonna be?" A pink headed FOnewm asked of our hot and sexy RAmarl friend.
"Dur, were gonna kill that . And then revive him and kill him again." Light asked, polishing her Ruby Bullet. Ennui? Boredom. Nyreal and Abyss were sparring in the background, X Slash-ing any stray Gibbles they should come across.
"Okay, while we're here, do you think we should train a little?" Sye asked, well, it wasn't really asking, he got up and popped out his Ila and his Elysion.
"Sigh," She verbalized, "Whatever. I call any rares though." Light was also a renowned rare hunter.
The Jack the Rippers of Gibbles also joined in. Moonlight woke up from her nap and the oversized party stepped into a teleporter to the jungle.
Meanwhile...
A Military General grabbed his grey cloak while going over strategies, and plans, and big-ass Zanba. His mind briefly flickered over how he come across this Zanba, but that's not my flashback to go into. The Oran HUmar who was known as 'Tollaw' prepared to go see for himself what this Zionus guy was all about.
A figure from an anime, a dark and villanous type, but was he this way? The damn PDing bug stepped out of his military installation, and pointed a telepipe towards Pioneer 2...
Before Erior could walk in the telepipe and press A, a familiar android stopped his thumb.
"Oh, Kikuu, what do you need?" Eriror asked, resting his stolen, real-ownership Zanba on his shoulder.
"Oh, I figured that you were going to see Zionus." Kikuu crossed his arms strangely.
"Yah, what of it?"
"I'm going with you."
"Why?"
To be a JiEin.
"Because you can't take Zionus and X Launcher on by yourself."
No genius, you're gonna be a freagin JiEin!
"No. Go back to your post, soldier."
No, he needs to be beaten like Mercurius!
"I'm coming, you need some support."
Some help you'll be on the ground.
"Hmph. Fine, you can come, simply because I need someone to call in the meatwagon once I'm done."
You know what i'm gonna say, don't you?
They stepped in to the Pie...p and pressed A on their nonexistant Gamecube controllers.
In the Principal's Office...
I
am the opiat of the masses, the true being of purity and holiness that
you have created all religions after! Follow me, and you shall be
spared from the purifying flames of my vengeance! Oppose me, and face
my terrible wrath!
Zionus, hence the bold.
"Is it just me, or is this guy starting to run his televangelism together?" Kikuu pulled out his S-Red's with a look that was the android equivalent of defiance.
Stupid bot, defying a direct order and rushing ahead. Eriror thought, walking towards the restricted section of P2 where the Principal's Office was. His Cloak hid most of his body, and the artifical air swirled around him giving his cloak a movement that looked all too cool with the Zanba still on his shoulder.
Worm. This is what happens to those who oppose my glorious path to salvation! Zionus let loose a golden blast of energy that was very uncharacteristic. Kikuu barely dodged it before Zionus suddenly halted their battle. You wish to fight... So be it. Meet the legendary X Launcher, though he is more like Zero at this point! All that once was your hero is no more, he belongs to me, he worships me, he is loyal to me and me alone! With that, X or Zero walked in from an unseen path of darkness and unsheathed his weapon. The Tsumikiri-J Sword spoke for itself, and it did more speaking than Zero.
"Oh, crap" Kikuu crossed his arms and charged at X-Zero, unleahing his arms in a cut once he got in range. Zero barely flinched at the strike and with a stare that didn't even look at Kikuu, he began the classic beatdown. X started with his horizontal slash, which was so fast that Kikuu didn't even notice the movement of his muscles on his sensors. That was a slow hit, too. X Jumped into the air and let loose a mighty cut over Kikuu, who was still recovering from the shock of X's speed. Now there was a cross shaped pattern on Kikuu in 2 shallow cuts. Now, to kill. X stabbed at Kikuu furiously, stabbing and impaling with each one. X danced as gracefully with his blade as testosterone would allow, and basically disassembled Kikuu in under five seconds. His head was intact at least, so repairs would be in order.
"Hmph. " The cloaked, stupid, bug, dubbed Eriror appeared in the far teleported "How about you fight a real man, X. It's sad, you were always so interesting," Eriror shoved his Zanba into the floor to symbolize his peaceful intentions, "Zionus! I'm interested in your 'Salvation', what can you tell me about it?"
It is the way, the truth and the light. Zionus quoth God.
"No, I want a demonstration of your power!" Eriror yelled and ripped his sword from the ground, going into his battle pose.
Now, i'm (not so) sure you guys are wondering 'Why the hell do these guys give half a crap about Zionus?' Zionus's scheme with the Great Light has been attempted before. It failed, but it's been attempted. And in thwarting that plot, our half-heroes learned something about Light, something that the fate of all humanity may very well rest upon right now! And that Something is...
Well anyway, off of that unimportant topic... Back to:
ZIONUS VS ERIROR
Well, i'm sure that my power would be contrary to your wishes. Wouldn't you rather do battle with the legendary warrior, X Launcher?
"Well, why not. Sounds fun." Eriror said with a jack-o-lantern grin. A small floating camera captured all of this drama in the background. In High-Def, no less.
So be it. And with no obvious physical signals, X rose up from his chair and pulled out his Legit Unsealed-J.
Eriror unripped his sword and stood at the ready. X Stared him down, but this wasn't Eri's style. "En Guarde!" Tollaw jumped at X and slashed down, this was effortlessly blocked. Eriror crouched down and took a stab at X's legs; still easily parried. PD Bug jumped back and ran towards X with a horizontal slash, they clashed and struggled with their blades. Now the real battle begins. X kicked Eriror's gut and followed up with a stab that was pushed aback by the Zanba. The Tsumikiri was then kicked off to the side and into the metal of the floor and the Zanba was rushed at the wielder of the J's body, this voiceless puppet jumped off to join his sword on Eriror's left. While Eri was staggering from his missed stab, X cut at Eri's exposed back, but it was blocked with the stolen sword going seamlessly behind him. X continued with some hacking, but each hit was blindly blocked. While X pulled back for the Ultimate attack of Orochi Agito, Eriror jumped and stuck his blade into the ceiling, giving him an air-ground from the perfect hunter special. On the short rebound from the move, Eriror fell down to earth with another slash from his hugh jass sword. X disappeared from the way and then charged back at his opponent. Eriror stopped this and they struggled with their blades, neither one gaining much of an upper hand, until He spoke:
Down slave. X responded as if it were his name. Well? Now do you see my sheer power? I am God, and all who follow me shall be saved from Hades. Now, my son, will you join me in my quest to purify this filthy universe?
In Eriror's mind, there was no conflicting emotion, he truly believed that this maniac was Jesus, Allah, Zeus, Buddha, and Satan (to those who believe he is god) all rolled into one and that he was no false messiah. Eriror bowed to the floor and said proudly:
"My allegiance and soul, belong to you, my Lord. The army's resources are now at your disposal, as well as mine."
-
And I speak my name without my voice.
Eternal life without a choice.
-
"86 the SOB!"
"You've got a gun, you do it! Nyreal just got his ass fried!"
"Um, HAYLP!"
"You're a lvl 383 semidemigod, you SUCK"
"Shut Up and Cill meriKarol!"
"You're standing, you do it Nyreal!"
"I don't see you working, skirt chick!"
"Where's Abyss?"
"He's making Merillia Hash-Brownies, now shut up and fight!"
-
Even with a set existance.
How I live is my decision.
-
"Whew! That's over." Sye ran a hand up his hair and leaned on his powered down Striker. The dead beast slowly drained itself of it's fluid and sank into the floor.
"OH MY GOD! ITS RED! THE BOX IS FREAKING RED!"
"Damn Light, don't have a Bartle." Nyreal put out his hand, "Rock, paper, scissors?" But the box was already gone, and Abyss came back with his "mature" brownies.
Moonlight fiddled the ultimate joygiver for hunters around in her hands, "I wonder what's in it?" Abyss snatched it, Light clotheslined him and snatched it back.
"Let's go see."
A scream of joy pierced through the busy shopping center almost as much as the myriad bullets that followed, "This is what i've been hunting for!" Light huggled her new gun, "A Heaven's Punisher!" More shots were fired. I guess we should be happy this wasn't an even 100 beats...
Near the bank, Nyreal was equipping himself and making small talk with the bank clerks chest... Whoops! I mean the clerk...'s chest.
"So Mr. Nyreal, have you heard?"
Not much if you don't shut up soon.
" 'Bout what?" Nyreal asked detachedly as he swapped his weapons to his trademark Red Saber and Masamune.
"That Zionus guy, you know how he's taken over all of P2, right?" She spoke blondly as she gave Nyreal his Soul Banish and C-Bringer's Rifle (he was afraid of FSOD before).
"Yah. It's all over the place. You can't go five steps without him televangelizing like a midwestern priest." Nyreal compressed and capsulized his weapons. "Anything else besides that?"
"Y'now, they say he's joined up with the military and that the 'ship of nonbelievers' is going to be attacked."
"Hmm."
"Anyone who doesn't want to die is joining him."
"Why don't people just escape to Ragol?"
"They're setting up a base there, in the Central Dome, I think." Another "Hmm" from Nyreal and one of those incessant broadcasts took hold of all the speakers and holo-screens of Pioneer 2.
In Another Spot...
T3h 00ber 1337 L!m+3r-0ff Labyrinth stood motionless, and fully repaired from his battle. His head was plugged in to the computer system of the ship, and he was hacking through the blue, virtual, holographic sea of information. His virtual consciousness broke through firewalls the way you would expect him to. First precaution, soundproof Zionus's office. Done. Look at Elly's "Website". Done. Over and over and over and over. Now then, hack into Zionus's broadcast, set up the webcam, and wait...
"So, Lucca," Lab was unplugged and waiting for the digital trigger to pull itself. "Do you think we'll get a large response?"
"There's a chance. If the people have as much angst as TV makes us think, we should."
"Maybe"
An excerpt from Eternal Sage's The Rise of Zionus:
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Zionus' intimidating visage filled the screen.
"People of Ragol. I am the avatar of the Great Light, the one who will cleanse the universe of the impure. I am salvation for those who follow me, and damnation for those who are foolish enough to oppose me."
The camera pans behind him, where Eriror, X and Brom are kneeling reverently. Brom has been repaired, Eriror has the look of a fervent cult member, and X has the blank stare he has worn ever since his reappearance.
"As you can see behind me, not all are self-centered, blind animals that vainly strive to resist my will. Some have seen my way, and have decided to gain salvation by following my truth. Those who continue to resist will be purged by my light. I am about to give a small... demonstration of my miracles, but one of my followers wish to give a testimony first. Eriror, speak of my truth!"
Eriror stood, bowed solemnly to his master, and began to speak.
"I wish to testify of the glory of Zionus. I was confused before I saw his power. I was stumbling around in a blind haze, unsure of my purpose in life, lashing out wildly at those around me. But after meeting my master, and pledging my loyalty to him, I found the reason for my existence. I exist to carry out his will. To my troops... you are now under his command. Any that resist the will of our new master will be punished by his hand. Those who join willingly will not only be following their commander's orders, but the whims of the cosmos.Zionus is the ultimate power, and the original force for good. He is the divine power of the Great Light, brought to us in the form of a man to be our glorious savior. Zionus is the answer we have been searching for. Join him, or die. There is no other choice..." Eriror inclined his head, turned to bow at the feet of his new master, then rejoined X and Brom on the floor.
People of Ragol. Now you see that your prime defender has seen the truth, and joined me. It is my will that you all do the same. Judgment will be harsh for those who do not. As a gift to the pure followers of the Light, I shall destroy that pit of filth known as Vega. Behold my glory, and tremble at my might!"
-
From the Perspective of the Moon...
It was the burning of trash, so filthy and disgusting that even it's transmuted form was depricating the fabric of life. But, the match that burned was worse. The burning flame was the true filth in itself. Vega, the moon cried as it heard the screams of the damned, and the sickening laughs of the damnable.
From the Sight of the TV
There was some interference after the words "Pit of Filth" and it was so for the naive viewers of the idiot box.
Through the Eyes of the Hacker
He never wanted to hurt anyone in specific, no plans for dethroning the unflinching government, nor any get rich quick schemes by selling your credit cards and caek to the highest bidder. He only warped the paths of teleporters and transfigured metals to sharpen and test his skills. Just a simple hacker who kept a well hidden and balanced existance. Of course, he was murdered indiscriminantly. The paradox of light welt by pure evil gained sheer pleasure from disemboweling the poor soul. They had killed before, but only when necessary. They had stolen and cheated and lied and murdered, but they had never reveled in the destruction of lives and souls.
The leprosy of evil infected all of Zionus and it infected all around him, it brought down the walls of buildings, it destroyed the bodies of the men and women and it orphaned the children. He saw one of these orphans and laughed. Laughed at the child whose existance now was not to live, but to die. The child whose purpose was skewed and laid waste to before the sick glory of the false lord. And Zionus took pleasure in every minute of it.
The Moon Once More
The trash was smoldering but the match was still burning. Still burning in a skuzzy flame that sucked light away from the universe.
-
The camera switched back to a Zionus with all of his affectations renewed. But before Zionus could spread more leprosy, Labyrinth cut in, and he showed the masses the true face of their "God". The insane, twisted countenance pf a masss-murder who destroyed the homes of countles innocents, the innocents of Vega.
"IS THIS THE MAN YOU WISH TO FOLLOW? I assumed so. I am Labyrinth, a former supervisor of the Hunter's Guild. If you want to defeat this evil dictator, meet with me on the lower sections of the ship, and we will stop this madness from continuing!"
Lab gave an address, and a large portion of the able bodied crowds left their posts at Zionus's regime to set up their own salvation, dubbed in the new underground as:
"The Resistance"