BIG MOUNTAIN
MATRIX TITAN CHAPTER NINE: RISE OF THE BARBARIAN TERMINATOR.
Having yet to come to terms of the chaotic invasion before him. Amidst of doing due diligence at not stepping over the corpses on every turn, without attracting any forms of attention from the mechanical titans. Gathering his mental composer after seeing his own squad get eradicated in one blow without having the chance to lay a single scratch after firing. Having no interest at neither feeling sadden nor anger at a great loss of men, just collateral goods gone to waste as he sees fit. However, it did not stop him from being livid, after his rightful say was denied before being forced to carry out the rest of the mission alone. Putting his life on the line just delivered a simple blasted message to the senior general.
The city of Atlantis, the most civilized nation in the seven seas, that he had known for his entire life. Through civil order which have been written to its citizens in which they have the final say in what laws can be written. And was entitle to exercise one of those civil right to run for his own hide for safety at times like this, but not without a catch. Don't get captured by the high-ranking officials, or else faced a life term imprisonment within the Leviathans' nest for mission abandonment. A latter that he wish's not to take, even though his size, and strength, along with his short silver buzz cut hair, made him an ideal prototypical warrior. When in fact, he was not.
Profusely, like a raging hydra, have warned practically to everyone throughout Atlantis that he was not one of them. And on countless occasion, had to make a valid point with a middle finger. How can he make himself anymore clear as it is? He was just a blasted young bio-science professor who's goes by the name of Nuidis Vulko. VULKO! He painfully yelps through his teeth to anyone who pronounce his name wrong. Not no damn warrior. He strongly empathizes repeatedly to those meatheads of the Atlantean guards like a domestic killer whale, after they had rush in and ran sack his labs before they not so politely request his assistants in battle. Over Poseidon's dead body! Who in the Olympian hell do they think they are? They know damn well who he was.
Quote on quote, exactly what he said to those ignorant guards before getting a complimentary punch to the face right out the door by one of them. Coming out with only a black eye was not enough to hinder his rage. On the contrary, if those savages think they can push him around like a lightning bolt being nudged between Zeus's ass, then they have made a grave mistake. Unfortunately, the only good combat he could come up with, was a series of Atlantean profanities, after he was being dragged off by the largest guard with combat armory in hand before he was literally tossed out with the elite squad towards.
Rapidly putting the pieces together of what went wrong so damn suddenly, after the calm gentle night of the sea, was rupture by a great emerald light that laminated the whole city before the sea itself was impale by the machines. He did not question, nor doubt their military might, as they were well prepared for any sudden invasion. Mainly towards the surface world, for cautionary incentives. However, this was not the surface people that they were dealing with. The technology that they possessed was to advanced.
War was nothing knew, that's for certain, but what he was witnessing, was just plain madness. Not only are they hard to take down, but were impervious to any form of enchantments that was being cast upon them. However, that's not what led to the secretion of the ongoing madness. Despite the severe damage from within the great palace, the large majority of the city itself over all, remain intact. But then again, after giving much thought, he cannot help but to think that this was all plan out from the beginning, by someone who knows the ins and outs of the holy kingdom. No doubt they were in the hurry of going after something.
As to what? He was not certain, but certain enough that they cannot possibly be going after the Zodiac crystals. Vulko thoughtfully dreaded, before conceptually brushing it off towards focusing at completing a dying task. A task that was simple, but hell. Hell, because he was about to meet the most flamboyant general known to Atlantis.
Though the fool was up in his age, he was still as of now, a prime example for what the military stood for, in terms at being a master strategist in overcoming great odds. Especially during the bleak times of the jellyfish wars. His approach was nothing but legendary. Just so long he was not part of it, because if there's one thing Vulko hate's more than anything, is getting his state-of-the-art hands dirty, including his pristine sanity, which on several occasions nearly lost both when being in the presence with the great general.
Not looking forward at all to be reunited with destiny while periling through the great corridors, before making a complete halt. Hearing a rough metallic growl coming from the right side of the three-way corridor. Fear visibly being poured down from his pale face when facing death before him. Quickly doing the numbers on his chances of survival after all three Decepticons lustrously turned their bulking frames towards the slack jaw of Vulko, after his quiet foots steps claps against the shallow waters.
He should've been more selective over the Poseidon's remark, was his last thought, after one of the Decepticons was about ready to obliterate the person whose about to urinate himself at any given moment. Certainly, it did not take much of a preschooler that he did not have a sea-whore of a chance at surviving this tight bend. Quickly clenching his eyes closed, as tight as possible towards being blasted into nothing. However, fortune making its rare appearance to be on his side after hearing a series of multiple explosions going off.
Other than felting a hurricane of debris blowing right passed him, did not feel nothing of sorts. With great hesitation, lift one eye open. Nearly falling to his rear end when staring wide eye at the very same machines, who were now laying buried beneath the tons of granite from the ceiling. Someone must have a foolish idea to plant loads of explosives, with him, being nearly caught within its blast radius. Vulko mutter erratically after he straightens himself up at the expense of hearing a familiar complimented clap coming from a certain person he dares not to thank of.
"Good work soldier, perfect timing for being our unannounced decoy." The general, along with his few men coming out of hiding. The general himself making haste to the stunted look of Vulko. Giving the young bio professor a friendly hard slap across his shoulder." Please, I must know your name, in order to give a good word of your bravery to our king…... Wait a minute." He trailed off when looking closely at the mucky professor. "Vulko, is that you?" The general sending Vulko a questionable look, that of a goose.
"Haumond." Vulko wisp at sending the general a skeletal look. Little care to be shown in how he address the senior before him after receiving a sinful look from Haumond's men. And understandably so, only because their just as crazy as he is. Loyal to his weird history at taking his most eccentric ideas before being used in battle. One of his notorious tactics he often uses, is through a habitual mad behavior in using one of his men as bait in luring the enemies into his traps. His dangerous way of showing favoritism to the people he likes. Insane as it may seem.
"My boy it is you! I was certain the last place I will see you in, is in that dungeon you called a lab! What in all graces of hell are you doing here?" Haumond ignited in thunder.
He maybe a few inches shorter than him, only standing at five- foot nine. However, height means nothing to the likes of the old general, who retain the same strength when he was in his prime, but thicker in muscle mass throughout his heavy stature. If he wants to, he could very well easily break the young professor's back, while graciously having himself a shark steak for all he cares.
"I was sent over here to pass this." Vulko dead panned, unlatching a silver nickel-plated scroll out of the holster before simply being handed over to Haumond. Visibly still shaken from the recent event, with Vulko looking at the general with a blank look. Feeling the heat coming from Haumonds eyes, as if trying to set the scroll on fire with his dog like glare before rolling it back up once he was done reading.
"Preposterous! Is this some sort of a sick joke?" Haumond slightly fumed to the confused Vulko.
"Come again?"
"It says here, you and your squad are to regroup with the royal elite in supporting their efforts in protecting our king. Who sent you here, and where is the rest of your squad?"
"Dead." Vulko plainly echo. "Strange, we were given direct orders, to regroup with you tell further notice."
"And who give you such orders?" Haumond firmly press to Vulko who plainly shrugs before answering.
"I do not know myself, before I overheard from one of the squad members that it was from none other than Orm."
"ORM?!" Haumond choked, feeling as if a rock had caught between his throat when mentioning his name.
"Why yes, it was he himself who give the direct order to regroup with you. Though I must admit, something doesn't seem to add up. The last time I saw Orm he, and his men were headed to the private chamber where the Zodiac crystals lays. Odd, you would think the first priority as a second right hand man for our current heir, was to defend his own brother." Vulko question mostly to himself, with Haumond easing off the buildup tension after inaudibly cussing out the known gods throughout existence, before giving the scroll a nice satisfying crush with one hand.
"I cannot dispute that, something is indeed wrong from the get go. As you correctly stated, Orm sole responsibility is to be near the king at all times whenever event such as this occurred. Not go about the other, at his own attestation. I swear, what is that man planning?" He deeply narrows in suspicions.
"Orders sir?" One of the soldiers hesitantly crept to the general, before Haumond's response was interrupted by a heavy blast from the collapsed ceiling where the decepticon lay buried. Nothing more than a cloud of dust after being imploded. Both Haumond, and the rest of the guards quickly gather around in defense with Vulko, slipping right off his feet. Falling flat on his back, before being helped back up by one of the guards.
Submerging themselves out of the rubble with a minimal damage of a few dents, and scratches across their metallic armor, along with an undisputable hate roaming through their optics.
"Your first order, die!" One of the machines seethes in converting his right arm to an X18 Scrap maker. The double barrel vertical chain begun to rotate rapidly, before slowly began to receding in rotation after the Decepticons turns to the stone crushing foots steps of another machine coming from the right corner through the dense mist.
"Hardhead." The Decepticon heatedly bellows. "Where have you've been? We've been trying to get a hold of you, after being separated from us. And don't even bother in giving me one of your pathetic excuse of your com link being offline. I swore by Unicron, if that is your only excuse, then so help me, I will…" His rants came to abrupt stop when noticing their fellow comrade was acting irritably odd, before out of the whim, started to cough up Energon lubricants repeatedly. His phantom golden optics began to flicker on and off before permanently going blank.
"Ruun." The damage being deeply croaks through his final words, as he collapse down to his knees. Tumbling foreword to the cold hard marble slab, with its sparks being spew from its expose rupture back. Decepticons and the elite guards alike stood in aghast. Slowly altering their sights over to the person who was responsible for such barbaric action, only to agape themselves further at what they were seeing.
Standing behind the fallen decepticon was a lone person, except this person was cover head to toe with mechanical appendages being planted throughout. His left red eye, glowing brighter with each glance.
"Hostile enemy subdue…... BITCH!" The cybernetic duplicate monotone at surveying the surroundings. Paying no mind from both parties present as he cocks his beam cannon.
Quickly regaining their formidable sights back in order after vengeance began to rain over within their sparks. "What in the Frag is that!?...Wait a minute? I remember you. Your part of that worthless superheroes from the mines we heard so much about. "The Decepticon vehemently said, as he was being shoved aside by another who was armed with a Dimensional Decimator.
Turning his rotor bearings within his neck on to the three hostiles after barricading the duplicate's path. "Further analyzing, anal, anal, analyzing my-BITCH!"
"Who the Frag cares! just gut at whatever that thing is!" The machine shouted before launching the Dimensional bomb at the unfazed cybernetic duplicate, after the rest of the machines follow suit in unleashing various rounds of fire upon him.
Out of a few sparks, and a slight twitch, the duplicate easily caught the tank barrel size bomb with one hand. Through his bleak look, quickly lodge it back directly at the panic group before manually being detonated at mid-air. Causing everything around the proximity to be suck up into one ball of debris, along with one Decepticon after he was violently drag within the dimensional void before imploding. Unaffected by the chaos around him, as the duplicate charged at the stun looks of the Decepticons head on.
Thoroughly closing in at his first target, as the Decepticon converted the Chaos Rift Combustor to a Gear Shredder in a matter of a second. Firing away in full madness, with the duplicate blaze through beneath the atom splitting disc. Already in terror after unable to get a single hit at the cursed duplicate. Abandoning his Gear Shredder for the use of his broad sword in blind madness.
Using everything that the machine has been trained to cut down the ever highly mobile Cyborg, until seeing his own abilities started to slip away with each swing. His optics became tense in horror after his black transparent sword, along with his right arm was shot right off it's socket, by the duplicate's beam cannon. Now howling in pain, before his agonizing snivel cease to silence, after its spark was purge through by the Path Blaster from the second Decepticon, that was solely intended for Cyborg, after the duplicate evading the fire in an eye blinding speed. Though not unscathed, with his face partially been caught within the fire. As a result, unveiled his skeletal metallic features.
Cold, and compose at evading the deadly fire from the last distorted Decepticon. And through his sexual profanity that match his deep toned, boomed himself forward. The once fierce Decepticon, was now frozen in fear when facing a mute look of the duplicate after making a sudden halt. Stillness being shown from the duplicate's blood red optics before smashing both his fist together. Forming a large version of the beam cannon, and unveiling a twin sets of mini beam cannons from both his shoulders. Too stun to react in time to form a counter move before seeing himself being synthesize to the shade of blue light.
"BITCH!" Cyborg shouted when looking down at the smoldering look of the Decepticon after the smoke has cleared. Pleading, and disparately trying to drag itself away from the unemotional deaf tone of the duplicate. Although, it did display a small tinge of human emotion when a hellish grin started to surface upon the helpless machine, who kept on screaming for mercy. His accessible plea was ignored by Cyborg, as the duplicate douse his explicit carnage upon the rendering machine.
" I know this is not the best of time to hear my wise suggestion, dear general. But should've we like, take this as a sign of advantage to eliminate both enemies, with one of them being distracted from doing…. whatever that thing is doing. Although I can't help but to be impress from what I am seeing." Vulko in all good graces suggest to the disgusting look of Haumond, as him and the rest of the squad flinch at the duplicate nasty actions upon the ever-grieving machine.
"Vulko, listen. I admire your bravery young one. There's no doubt you indeed have a heart that of a warrior. Truly you really do." Haumond kindly astute when peering over within facial space of Vulko, with restraints, before that restraints got conquered, after he exploded into a full-blown rant." But dammit boy! Have you been drinking the leviathan piss as of late? "The general leveled over at the loud profanities coming from the duplicate." However, to answer your oh so wise suggestion. I say let him dealt with the small mess for us." Haumond reasoned. Catching the hidden glimpse of doubts coming from the young professor. "Vulko, I know you have little fate of my logic, and I understand, but take my word when I said he is that of no threat. Our king, to say the least, is not the only one who's been keeping tabs of the surface world, as well as young Garth."
While Vulko himself would've ranted back at Haumond's historic hypocrisies, but thought better of it as a lost cause. And doing himself a great favor by quickly stepping aside away from the lacerated mechanical limbs being rip, and tossed by Cyborg.
"BOOYAH!" The duplicate verbally booms after dismantling the Decepticon spark chamber. Using the spark towards replenishing his power cell, after concluded that all enemies has been clear. Rotating his head in a full one eighty at Haumond, and company with a blank expression, as he further analyzes the all-around premise for a good five minutes. Haumond, who was about to address the duplicate before taking a step back once the duplicate unwind himself after opening numerous compartments in various area. Releasing an excessive amount of heated white smoke throughout the area.
"System cool down complete. BITCH!" The duplicate monotone. Ignoring the occupants altogether once more, by making a speed dash towards the mission of regrouping with the Titans. Leaving Haumond, Vulko and everyone in a flabbergasted state.
"Well, that was quite entertaining in what we have witness." Vulko voicing his strain of sarcasms. "Soo, should've we like, follow the half metal…...whatever that thing is. Don't mind me of course, I'll wait for further orders, dear general." The young professor giving a crooked smile to the far less amused Haumond.
"Don't be a fool in going crazy boy. Because as of now, your contribution would be greatly put to use. And trust me, there's no need to be concern. Because I've heard of this one from Garth. And whatever that thing is headed, it's definitely not headed towards the thrown. Though I am not going to throw that out the window." He rambles through his aggravation. "Men…...And you too Vulko. Our current mission as of now, is going to be scrap. Instead our main goal is to defend the palace and protect the king. Is that clear? Haumond getting a full supported nod from his men, except for Vulko who was expressing his look of torment." Good, time is at a haste."
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Nuidis Vulko. First appearance. The Brave and the Bold. Num 73 September 1967: Technical Data
Strength:=====5
Intelligence:=========9
Speed:=====5
Endurance:==2
Rank:======6
Courage:===3
Fire blast:====4
Skill:========8
Haumond. First appearance. Atlantis Chronicles. Num5 July 1990: Technical Data
Strength:=======7
Intelligence:========8
Speed:======5
Endurance:======6
Rank:=========9
Courage:==========10
Fire blast:======6
Skill:========8