Black Feather: Episode XXXXVII
"Perdition"
Sphere Flying Citadel Apocrypha
8:30 p.m., 03/23
"DNA Extra-Base signal received. Logic Drive on-line."
Qastor floated in the cockpit like a puppet. The HUD expanded into a panoramic view. He glimpsed around. He could feel the force the devastator cannons exerted on his back. Extraordinary power surged through both of his arms and bursted out in the form of a laserblade. The orbital linear cannons awaited his command. He could see every detail of the surroundings, although it is now just a flat metallic and cement surface, dotted with patches of bare earth. He could feel the mechanical restrictions of movement and flexibility, but quickly adapted. It seemed as if Malirant was waiting for him to do so. Malirant's AC was out of this world. The more Qastor stared at it, the less it resembled any kind of AC.
"Malirant, don't do this..." Qastor was tremulous. "I'm warning you..." Malirant was resolute, perhaps entranced...
Malirant made the first move, leaping high back into the sky and falling violently down. Nearly touching the ground, he charged forward, the ground beneath and behind him erupted upwards, releasing boulders and rocks into the black night. Qastor reacted and strafed quickly to the right, missing Malirant's ramming shield by a hair's width. He turned around, only to find a web of energy tails racing to his face. Qastor dashed back, barely keeping up with the tails of energy, which inched their way nearer and nearer to his core and head. He took the risk and ascended. The energy tails vertically slashed his legs as he pulled upward, releasing a pillar of sparks. Qastor activated the Logic Drive Condenser.
Clouds masking the moon were motionless. Night flocks posed stolidly. No air resistance...
Stopping in midair, Qastor charged in for Malirant, who was apparently frozen. Twin black-indigo blades ripped out of Nova Omnis' forearm, emanating with maniacal dark plasma and stretching far beyond its heels. Qastor was closing in...
Nearer... He readied his arms...
Nearer... The plasma blades intensified...
Nearer... He positioned his arms...
Qastor swiped with lightning fast agility, but found himself spinning out of control. His limbs flailed violently as he tried to regain control. He dived right into the ground of Apocrypha, exploding out from the opposite end and plunging down into the plains. The Logic Drive Condenser deactivated, and Qastor was pounded with immense air resistance, which only contributed to his loss of control. While trying to stabilize himself, Qastor concluded that he was spinning a murderous twenty times a second. It was too late. The grass plains screamed its way closer and closer to him, its details were becoming more and more clear, an insane spinning palette beckoning him to death.
Nova Omnis collided with the ground on its back. A crushing pang surged through Qastor's body as he screamed in excruciating pain. The invisible walls of the cockpit vibrated from both his bellowing voice and the collision. Somehow, he could 'feel' what Nova was experiencing. His entire body cringed to abate the pain, but a trembling Qastor immediately attempted to regain stability. He opened his eyes, only to find Malirant diving straight down at him, a demonic mass of spikes and blades. Instinctively, Qastor broke left away just in time. Malirant closed in and stabbed the ground with his right arm monstrosity, nicking Nova's right shoulder. A sharp pain sang in Qastor's right shoulder as he rolled to the right and leap into the air. He stopped, but charged in again.
Malirant, after stabilizing himself, pulled his weapon out of the ground, but was too slow. Qastor sailed in and slashed, completely disconnecting Malirant's upper shoulder and exposing the sliced circuitry. Malirant shot away before Qastor could follow up another swing. Malirant powered up his back ring, a super-advanced overbooster. He zipped along the ground, a pronged blur agitating a dust storm. Qastor leapt up far from the obscuring dust. A barrage of energy ropes revealed themselves from the dust clouds, ascending with Qastor in their sights. He twisted and zigzagged, dodging many, but those that struck sent a flurry of sparks upon contact. Qastor scanned downward and found Malirant charging for him again. He witnessed Malirant's right arm weapon morph and melt into a large blade weapon. Qastor drew his twin blades and braced for impact. Malirant's metallic blade popped from its manacles and swung wildly at Qastor, who deflected them all with his blades. Qastor went for an offensive and slashed with his right, which was nullified by Malirant's towering shield. He motioned his shield to away, getting ready to slash again, but Qastor took advantage of the opportunity. Malirant had his torso vulnerable, hence, Qastor drove his left laserblade in. A storm of shrill sparks disseminated as Nova Omnis' blade surged in Malirant's core. Qastor shook his blade and triumphantly drove it up-left, dismembering Malirant's right arm and his blade weapon. His enormous shield fell from his grasp.
To Qastor, the following event happened in slow motion... Malirant, now surmounted, plunged to the hills below, his left hand dolorously reaching out to Qastor. Coming to his senses, Qastor watched in trepidation as his comrade fell. Before he could attempt to save Malirant from the impact, a pounding tumult erupted from Malirant's crash.
Nova Omnis descended.
"Perdition"
Sphere Flying Citadel Apocrypha
8:30 p.m., 03/23
"DNA Extra-Base signal received. Logic Drive on-line."
Qastor floated in the cockpit like a puppet. The HUD expanded into a panoramic view. He glimpsed around. He could feel the force the devastator cannons exerted on his back. Extraordinary power surged through both of his arms and bursted out in the form of a laserblade. The orbital linear cannons awaited his command. He could see every detail of the surroundings, although it is now just a flat metallic and cement surface, dotted with patches of bare earth. He could feel the mechanical restrictions of movement and flexibility, but quickly adapted. It seemed as if Malirant was waiting for him to do so. Malirant's AC was out of this world. The more Qastor stared at it, the less it resembled any kind of AC.
"Malirant, don't do this..." Qastor was tremulous. "I'm warning you..." Malirant was resolute, perhaps entranced...
Malirant made the first move, leaping high back into the sky and falling violently down. Nearly touching the ground, he charged forward, the ground beneath and behind him erupted upwards, releasing boulders and rocks into the black night. Qastor reacted and strafed quickly to the right, missing Malirant's ramming shield by a hair's width. He turned around, only to find a web of energy tails racing to his face. Qastor dashed back, barely keeping up with the tails of energy, which inched their way nearer and nearer to his core and head. He took the risk and ascended. The energy tails vertically slashed his legs as he pulled upward, releasing a pillar of sparks. Qastor activated the Logic Drive Condenser.
Clouds masking the moon were motionless. Night flocks posed stolidly. No air resistance...
Stopping in midair, Qastor charged in for Malirant, who was apparently frozen. Twin black-indigo blades ripped out of Nova Omnis' forearm, emanating with maniacal dark plasma and stretching far beyond its heels. Qastor was closing in...
Nearer... He readied his arms...
Nearer... The plasma blades intensified...
Nearer... He positioned his arms...
Qastor swiped with lightning fast agility, but found himself spinning out of control. His limbs flailed violently as he tried to regain control. He dived right into the ground of Apocrypha, exploding out from the opposite end and plunging down into the plains. The Logic Drive Condenser deactivated, and Qastor was pounded with immense air resistance, which only contributed to his loss of control. While trying to stabilize himself, Qastor concluded that he was spinning a murderous twenty times a second. It was too late. The grass plains screamed its way closer and closer to him, its details were becoming more and more clear, an insane spinning palette beckoning him to death.
Nova Omnis collided with the ground on its back. A crushing pang surged through Qastor's body as he screamed in excruciating pain. The invisible walls of the cockpit vibrated from both his bellowing voice and the collision. Somehow, he could 'feel' what Nova was experiencing. His entire body cringed to abate the pain, but a trembling Qastor immediately attempted to regain stability. He opened his eyes, only to find Malirant diving straight down at him, a demonic mass of spikes and blades. Instinctively, Qastor broke left away just in time. Malirant closed in and stabbed the ground with his right arm monstrosity, nicking Nova's right shoulder. A sharp pain sang in Qastor's right shoulder as he rolled to the right and leap into the air. He stopped, but charged in again.
Malirant, after stabilizing himself, pulled his weapon out of the ground, but was too slow. Qastor sailed in and slashed, completely disconnecting Malirant's upper shoulder and exposing the sliced circuitry. Malirant shot away before Qastor could follow up another swing. Malirant powered up his back ring, a super-advanced overbooster. He zipped along the ground, a pronged blur agitating a dust storm. Qastor leapt up far from the obscuring dust. A barrage of energy ropes revealed themselves from the dust clouds, ascending with Qastor in their sights. He twisted and zigzagged, dodging many, but those that struck sent a flurry of sparks upon contact. Qastor scanned downward and found Malirant charging for him again. He witnessed Malirant's right arm weapon morph and melt into a large blade weapon. Qastor drew his twin blades and braced for impact. Malirant's metallic blade popped from its manacles and swung wildly at Qastor, who deflected them all with his blades. Qastor went for an offensive and slashed with his right, which was nullified by Malirant's towering shield. He motioned his shield to away, getting ready to slash again, but Qastor took advantage of the opportunity. Malirant had his torso vulnerable, hence, Qastor drove his left laserblade in. A storm of shrill sparks disseminated as Nova Omnis' blade surged in Malirant's core. Qastor shook his blade and triumphantly drove it up-left, dismembering Malirant's right arm and his blade weapon. His enormous shield fell from his grasp.
To Qastor, the following event happened in slow motion... Malirant, now surmounted, plunged to the hills below, his left hand dolorously reaching out to Qastor. Coming to his senses, Qastor watched in trepidation as his comrade fell. Before he could attempt to save Malirant from the impact, a pounding tumult erupted from Malirant's crash.
Nova Omnis descended.