Toy Soldiers...
Sorry for the looooong wait, ya'll. I've been caught up in other stories for a while. But, hopefully, I'll complete this before the year's over. I should be able to, anyways. By the way, Sarda comes from 8-Bit Theater. Nuklear Power (dot) com, minus the spaces.
On a side note, I should (hopefully) update again real soon.
Rochalam, Rajiim and Donokbe...
Rajiim and Donokbe were almost within the Trayus Academy. They were on the outside, in fact, when they noticed all the soldiers gathered around the platform. Well, Donokbe heard them and Rajiim picked them up as heat signatures.
"Oh crap, we're screwed," Donokbe whispered.
"Don't be so sure. You're a Rainbow Warrior, right? I'm a Geo Storm Warrior, right? We have one big thing in common: We're soldiers. We're used to war. They're not," Rajiim said.
"They still have numbers on their side," Donokbe said.
"We still have power on our side. I have fought through numbers greater than theirs and I'm certain you have as well, having been in the same wars I have," Rajiim retorted.
"They have magic," Donokbe said.
"If I have to drag you into the fights, I swear to Sarda I will," Rajiim threatened.
"And he's-" Donokbe started.
That's when a man with a white beard in a red cloak appeared and shouted "THE WIZARD WHO DID IT!" Because this was all a pointless joke, and because of Sarda's omni-potence, no one heard him. Yay. He disappeared as quickly as he appeared.
"Donokbe, we have a good chance of winning. We can sneak by most of the guards and I can pick a few off from up here," Rajiim said.
"How will they not spot someone shooting at them?" Donokbe demanded.
"An Earth spell I learned. Watch," Rajiim said.
The earth around him shot up and formed what looked like another rock, but there was a small hole in it for stick the gun with a scope out. Donokbe looked amazed, then one formed around him, a hole small enough for him to look through. A platoon came marching by down the hill and Rajiim took aim. A massacre ensued. He shot three in the middle, four in the front, and one in the back, all in the span of five seconds. They all dropped, dead. An alert went out, but the platoon began killing itself.
"Very nice, dude. Very nice," Donokbe said through the hole.
"Thank you. I pride myself on my aim," Rajiim said, "now quickly, the platoon still has a few soldiers not lost to fear. We have to sneak around as soon as the earth spell drops in three, two, one."
When he said two, the rock crumbled and they shot for the nearest rock. Rajiim peeked out and shot down two of the remaining soldiers, then followed Donokbe to another rock. He shot the final three down while running before they spotted him.
"Well, that was easy," Rajiim said.
"Not quite. Your gun is going to need a few seconds to cool down and a minute or so to recharge. A few more platoons will show up in naught but a minute, which means we'll have to make a run for it... NOW!" Donokbe shouted.
Rajiim immediately ignited his rocket boots and grabbed Donokbe. They rocketed off and made it through the entrance before they saw anymore soldiers. Just as they entered the door, A few soldiers rounded the corner. They saw one of Donokbe's ears as he was pulled inward, and they knew who it was, based on the descriptions from the Sins.
"Into the Slayus Forge! The Pure Ones are in the Sinner Crescent!" one soldier shouted into his Commlink.
The soldiers accessed the door, but found it had been magna-sealed. The soldiers cursed, then started firing on the door til it collapsed inwards. By that point, Donokbe and Rajiim had disappeared down the hall. The soldiers immediately flooded in after the two "Pure Ones" in hot pursuit.
Sinner Crescent,..
Donokbe and Rajiim were puffing as they continued rushing down the hallways, looking for a sanctuary, however temporary. They heard several stomping feet a while behind them, luckily out of sight, so they jumped through the nearest door and magna-sealed it behind them. They stood there, trying to catch their breath. Donokbe stopped first and leaned his back against a wall, tired out.
"How many places do we have to run through before we find a ship and the other Star Warriors?" Donokbe asked.
"Hell... if I... know...," Rajiim replied, gasping less and less.
"You won't be running anymore, as you'll be dying fairly soon," Vice said, stepping out of the shadows.
"Oh slag this twisted piece of scrap to the Pit!" Rajiim shouted.
"Have a Beast Wars moment?" Donokbe asked.
"Yeah, I'd like it if you told no one I said that," Rajiim replied, pulling out his main two Mirage Pistols.
Donokbe pulled out his sword, the Necrotix Jewel glowing black with power. Vice smirked after spotting it, then pulled out Sinner. A second later, the fight began.
Vice shot for Rajiim and the two blasted at each other with rapid shots and extreme precision. Donokbe's sword was thrown through the crossfire and slashed into Vice's leg. He took a split-second to shoot at Donokbe, then resumed the dog-fight with Rajiim.
Donokbe dodged the shots with tremendous effort, then he twirled the sword and stabbed it into the ground, creating a seal. The walls were consumed by black energy, ensuring that no one interfered in the fight and that no one could escape. With that done, he began putting all his focus into the sword, specifically, the jewel.
Vice and Rajiim pumped out energy, hoping to utterly kill the other. Shots narrowly missed each other, their agility their only saviors. Back and forth, back and forth, it went on. Rajiim skated under three shots in a row and fired off a massive charged shot. Vice fired a ray that dispersed the shot. Rajiim leapt over his head and fired off several more shots that tore up the ground around Vice, but the Sin himself was unharmed, due to one of his three remaining one-use shields. Two now.
In the meantime, Donokbe had powered up the Necrotix's magic up to about 95 percent.
Vice and Rajiim then began glowing, Rajiim glowing green while Vice was red. Shots were fired, but not as often.
96 percent.
Then they unleashed their attack. They both had shot out an enormous beam, the color they had been glowing.
97 percent.
The two entities, ultimately the same being, struggled for dominance. The seperate beams continuosly grew longer and shorter, but they never reached the other.
98 percent.
"You Nightmare Matter POS! I'll win! Why don't you just surrender?!" Rajiim demanded.
"Demands to surrender? When has that ever worked?" Vice asked in a sarcastic tone.
99 percent.
"Banter never works in a fight regardless, you retards!" Donokbe shouted out to the fighters.
Their concentration went for a second, but they regained it quickly and went back to keeping up the beam.
100 percent. We have Fusion.
Donokbe shot out a black beam that knocked Vice backwards and drew Rajiim into him, creating a new fusion. He was ethereal in form. In fact, it was hard to say if he even had a form.
"We are Mirage. And we wish you dead," the fusion, Mirage, deadpanned.
Vice growled and fired off a grenade. Mirage floated through it, unharmed. He actually benefited from it. He turned into a fireball and streaked towards Vice, who barely managed to get out of the way of the first streak, but failed on the second. He was set ablaze and skated about, trying to escape, but he was blocked by the spell. Mirage turned back into his ethereal form, but then reformed into steel. Specifically, a sword of sorts.
Vice managed to get enough sense to drop down an ice bomb, which turned his legs to ice. The fire melted the ice and was in turn put out by the water. He was, to his dismay, distracted long enough to get an arm sliced off by Mirage. It turned into Nightmare Matter, which was immediately blasted by fire from Mirage.
"You Dark Matter freaks don't care much for fire, do you?" Mirage asked.
"Didn't you already say that banter does NOT work?" Vice shot back, taking a machine gun out and attaching it to where his shoulder was. It would have to do for now.
He unleashed a barrage of lasers that passed straight through the ethereal entity. Vice then was struck by an idea. Clearly nothing could affect Mirage, except possibly something to force him back to solidity.
Vice dropped another ice bomb, which engulfed Mirage in ice. Vice then shattered all the ice with a sonic grenade. Mirage, however, seeped out of the cracked ice and reformed.
"We are a gaseous entity, Dark Matter. Not a liquified entity, you dolt," Mirage snapped.
"Oh, excuse me for getting my elements wrong. Ahhh... All entities, sold, liquid, gaseous, or plasma are specifically affected by one of four elements: fire, ice, electricity, or water. Now I know how to beat you," Vice said.
"We've dropped the prison soap, now," Mirage muttered.
"Verily," Vice chuckled, whipping out a rifle. (Sages that sounded wrong. Jus-just keep your minds out of the gutter, is all I'm sayin'.)
Mirage shot about, trying to dodge the lightning bolts being fired from the rifle. Then one hit him and he was put in a solid form, one which Vice shot down. He kept on shooting with both guns, trying to finally obliterate the fuzor.
That's when Balin burst through the seal and through the wall. He fired a large beam from his Star Shield, which knocked Vice back. Mirage then swirled around him faster and faster until Vice began losing air, holding him down.
"Throw us some fire!" Mirage shouted.
"Why?" Balin asked.
"JUST DO IT!" Mirage shouted in retaliation.
Balin shrugged, scraped his blade against a stone, creating sparks. He used energy to enhance the sparks into a roaring flame, then propelled the fire into Mirage with more energy.
Suddenly, Vice was surrounded by a mini-tornado of fire. He screamed. The fire began closing in. And he screamed.
Vice was consumed by flames, and then he was in oblivion. Mirage retreated and returned to his normal gaseous form.
Then the two fuzors transformed back into their regular forms. The four Star Warriors, incredibly tired, walked off to the hallway.
Kirby, Black Kirby, Donokbe, and Rajiim creeped down the halls in search of the others, but so far, they had found nothing.
That changed quickly. And not necessarily for the better.
Rajiim looked at some heiroglyphics on the walls and began reading them out loud.
The Immorals will gather at the Wasteland. With the help of their Bretheren, the Dark Ones, they will create a Nightmare from a Dream. The Etheri, The Soldier, and The Chariot shall all sire Sins. The Sins shall gather at the hands of the Stars. The Stars and Sins shall war at the Wasteland. If the Nightmare turns on its fellows, the Stars shall be nothing but dust. But if the Nightmare holds fast, the Sins shall be naught but a memory.
Rajiim, Donokbe, and Kirby looked at Black Kirby.
"What?" Black Kirby asked.
"You're the Nightmare, BK. If you defect to your creators, we're dead," Donokbe said.
"I say we kill him now. He's a creature of the Sins! ...Of the Necrosi!" Rajiim said.
"No. You can't. If you do, we will lose. He is like my brother," Kirby protested, rushing in front of Black Kirby.
Rajiim looked at the pair angrily, but then he cooled and just looked at them coldly.
"If he turns traitor, he's dead," Rajiim hissed.
Slaughterer Crescent...
Blade Knight and Sword Knight rushed through the halls, clearly tired and weakened.
"C'mon Blade! He's down here! We'll kill 'im together!" Sword urged.
The Knights hurried their pace. Soldiers rushed towards them, guns blazing. The Knights jumped up, kicked off each other, kicked off the wall, landed behind two soldiers and in front of three more each. A spin slice later, they had one soldier left. Blade Knight threw his sword into the large soldiers chest, then Sword leapt up and ripped the sword out, stabbing the soldier again with his own blade. The soldier fell, dead, as Sword leapt off.
The Knights were breathing heavy as they stopped for a moment. Their breath spiked as daggers pierced their torsoes.
"You should always be aware of your surroundings, you pathetic weakling," Wrath said, walking through the door.
But the trend was catchy, as Meta Knight and Strife burst through another door.
"Strife, get Wrath, I must attend to Sword Knight and Blade Knight!" Meta Knight ordered.
"Yes sir!" Strife replied, shooting towards Wrath.
Meta Knight ran over to Blade Knight and Sword Knight, currently dying. With his grief, he turned into Artemis Meta Knight once more.
"Sword Knight, Blade Knight! Get up, now! We must aid Strife!" Meta Knight ordered.
"I'm sorry sir… But we can't… I am disgraced…," Sword Knight said, coughing up blood.
Blade Knight briefly moved, a pathetic attempt to get up. Meta Knight's eyes flashed blue. Galaxia glowed silver and Meta Knight held it up. The energy poured into Blade Knight and Sword Knight and their wounds began sealing up. The daggers slid out of their bodies and crumbled.
With all the energy, the Knights transformed. They both bore a sun pendant and their armor was gold. They were now the Apollo Knights. And they were ready to stand by their charge's side for all of eternity.
BADUM! BADUM! BADUM!