Fireing his annhilators, Nova blasted his way out of the rubble. Then he turned towards the floating medal.
Nova: All right. That's it. No more. Your going down, fast and hard.
With that, he opened up a panel on his wrist, and inside was a keypad. Punching numbers quickly he kept his eyes on the medal above him. Then, he poised his finger over the final key...
Nova: Transport Gen Armor.
On Nova's arm, his armor disappered, to be replaced with many technoligical nicknacks, the most nocticable, the tubes extending out of his arms, and into the new generator on his back. The generator was the size of a car engine and extended beyond Nova's back. It was obvious that this was not built for speed.
But for power.
Putting his arms together in front of his, the arms connected and his annhilators merged together to from a larger one. Then, he aimed it at the medal.
Nova: All the medaforce in the world isn't going to stop me from sending you to hell.
With that the generator activated, and a annhihaltor blast, the size of a semi, errupted.
Nova: IT ENDS HERE, WITH EITHER YOUR DEATH OR MINE!
Arcbeetle was currently hauling Metabee over the ocean, looking for Saber. Normally this wouldn't be too hard, but since the sun was riseing they were just following one of the glows. Metabee wished the could have everyone here, but the rest were looking for where Peter, Salty Dog, and Sumilidon were.
Suddenly a bright blue glow appeared near one of the others. And suddenly Metabee felt really stupid as he realised, that they were going the wrong way.
Metabee: Damn.
Nova watched the readout on the front of his optics. He was at ten percent power, and yet the medal's shield held. Silently, he doubled the power and the beams increased in size. Yet still the shield held.
Nova: Dear god... Can I do this?
He increased the power more, knowing full well what would happen if he went full. If it came to that, he would be joining Steven and Photonic.
Nova: But it must end here. It must end now. I can't let him control one of the most powerful people on this planet.
With that he jumped the genereator to a full fifty percent. His medal burned but he did not show it. He accepted his fate.
Angel watched the struggle from a distance. He watched as Nova pushed himself far harder than he could endure. But this was the moment. Fate had decided that he could offer no add.
That didn't make it any easier to watch.
Nova screamed as he went a full hundred percent. His medal was on fire, but at the last instant, the shield gave. The medal was vaporised in a flare, that rivaled the orginal medaforce blast. Then, the generator shut down, and transported off Nova's body. He stood their for a moment, then he fell backwards, and made no move to get up. His optics glowed weakly, and then Saber appearerd. He looked over his fallen comrade.
Saber: Thanks, Steve.
Nova: Yeah... Your Welcome.
He spoke far too weakly. Saber knew something was screwy.
Saber: What's wrong?
Nova: Did I ever tell you how a medal works?
Saber shook his head.
Nova: Well, lets just say, I overloaded mine. Far too much power. But unlike you, it wasn't coming from a power like the medaforce. It's burned out. Saber... Slac... I'm dieing. If you ever find someone who knows lots about medals, ask them about overloads... Cause my time...... is up.....
Then his optics died out.
And Saber screamed.
Nova: All right. That's it. No more. Your going down, fast and hard.
With that, he opened up a panel on his wrist, and inside was a keypad. Punching numbers quickly he kept his eyes on the medal above him. Then, he poised his finger over the final key...
Nova: Transport Gen Armor.
On Nova's arm, his armor disappered, to be replaced with many technoligical nicknacks, the most nocticable, the tubes extending out of his arms, and into the new generator on his back. The generator was the size of a car engine and extended beyond Nova's back. It was obvious that this was not built for speed.
But for power.
Putting his arms together in front of his, the arms connected and his annhilators merged together to from a larger one. Then, he aimed it at the medal.
Nova: All the medaforce in the world isn't going to stop me from sending you to hell.
With that the generator activated, and a annhihaltor blast, the size of a semi, errupted.
Nova: IT ENDS HERE, WITH EITHER YOUR DEATH OR MINE!
Arcbeetle was currently hauling Metabee over the ocean, looking for Saber. Normally this wouldn't be too hard, but since the sun was riseing they were just following one of the glows. Metabee wished the could have everyone here, but the rest were looking for where Peter, Salty Dog, and Sumilidon were.
Suddenly a bright blue glow appeared near one of the others. And suddenly Metabee felt really stupid as he realised, that they were going the wrong way.
Metabee: Damn.
Nova watched the readout on the front of his optics. He was at ten percent power, and yet the medal's shield held. Silently, he doubled the power and the beams increased in size. Yet still the shield held.
Nova: Dear god... Can I do this?
He increased the power more, knowing full well what would happen if he went full. If it came to that, he would be joining Steven and Photonic.
Nova: But it must end here. It must end now. I can't let him control one of the most powerful people on this planet.
With that he jumped the genereator to a full fifty percent. His medal burned but he did not show it. He accepted his fate.
Angel watched the struggle from a distance. He watched as Nova pushed himself far harder than he could endure. But this was the moment. Fate had decided that he could offer no add.
That didn't make it any easier to watch.
Nova screamed as he went a full hundred percent. His medal was on fire, but at the last instant, the shield gave. The medal was vaporised in a flare, that rivaled the orginal medaforce blast. Then, the generator shut down, and transported off Nova's body. He stood their for a moment, then he fell backwards, and made no move to get up. His optics glowed weakly, and then Saber appearerd. He looked over his fallen comrade.
Saber: Thanks, Steve.
Nova: Yeah... Your Welcome.
He spoke far too weakly. Saber knew something was screwy.
Saber: What's wrong?
Nova: Did I ever tell you how a medal works?
Saber shook his head.
Nova: Well, lets just say, I overloaded mine. Far too much power. But unlike you, it wasn't coming from a power like the medaforce. It's burned out. Saber... Slac... I'm dieing. If you ever find someone who knows lots about medals, ask them about overloads... Cause my time...... is up.....
Then his optics died out.
And Saber screamed.