Hey all! Hope you guys have read the previous note in the chapter beforehand! If you've skipped it…GO BACK, READ IT, THEN COME BACK!
Anyways, I get to gush about some of the cool tech that I've come up with for this series! Such as the FLOW Suit, which will be greatly utilized in Covelight: The Webcomic as part of Jackson's main kit!
Narrative Control: ?
?, Northern Celatia.
July 13th, 2210, 20:04 hours.
I rest beneath a black throne. Waiting. A red glow filters through the windows above, catching on the dust particles in the air. My master types away on a keyboard above me, he stares out at an empty, lifeless valley. Rotted trees twisting and clawing at the skies above, indeed, my master has grown more powerful than I could've possibly imagined. I eye a young Lopunny as she nervously approaches my master. Her eyes make contact with mine and she suddenly halts, her eyes nearly popping from their sockets as she makes a silent gasp.
What an innocent soul, her heartbeat is thudding in her ears, her adrenaline levels are off the charts. She's absolutely terrified, and it drives me wild. I must not target our underlings however, not without permission. If master were to give the word, I would love nothing more than to watch her squirm under my grip, in pure, unadulterated terror. The thought alone is making my body tense in excitement. As she slowly passes by me, a red tendril slithers out from between plates in my face, lubricating my mandibles. She gulps audibly upon witnessing me doing my best to imitate the hungry licking of lips, done exclusively to scare her further.
"M-My lord, the team has boarded and are ready to begin the assault." The Lopunny mutters, master halting his typing.
"Hmm…" He starts. "And so it begins. Leave us." He orders and the Lopunny hastily bows and trots away, utterly failing at hiding her nerves. I'd laugh if I could.
Master places his blackened hand on my head. "It's time, my child. Show them what true terror means." He persuades. His words would've made me grin ear to ear if I had the ability to smile. I bow my head and rise to my feet. The Lopunny will wait. I have much more lucrative prey to catch.
I step into the center of the room. Mechanical footsteps reverberating and echoing. The might that bursts forth from my chest surges throughout my body and red lights illuminate from parts of my arms and legs. My left arm surges in scarlet plasma.
"Remember, my child. The Vessel must be kept intact at all costs, but feel free to enjoy yourself, and…"
"...Leave no human alive."
I bow in response, then swipe at the air in front of me. The space before me tears away to reveal a hole into the dark red abyss. Anguished screams and cries for help flood the chamber as I step into the portal.
Narrative Control: Cobalt
Western Baeron Desert, 45 miles east of Aerocroft.
July 10, 2210, 3:31pm
Violet won't be able to be visited until tonight, so Jasmine has decided to pass the time by inviting Jackson and I out into the crossroads between jack-shit and fuck-all…or, the middle of bloody nowhere, for those of you who didn't get that. Why has she decided to invite us out here? Not a clue, honestly. Apparently there's a decommissioned outpost here?
Nevertheless, I drive down the lone road through the desert, a thin line of tarmac stretching off into the horizon endlessly. Gorgeous scenery streaks by, consisting entirely of sand, sand, more sand. Jackson is asleep in the passenger seat next to me, the sight is a slight bit nostalgic, reminds me of 3 years ago when we drove all over the southwest of Celatia, Jackson was usually asleep as he had either just awoken from a coma or had exhausted himself from fighting off the police. This time however, he's asleep out of sheer boredom.
Oh hey, a rock, that's new.
I check my map, the destination is to my right, offroad. I groan a bit, this thing does have offroad hovering, but the dampeners aren't as good as they were in the Neo, this is going to be a bit of a bumpy ride.
I flick a switch on the center console and my muscle car rises into the air, I feel the wheels fold up into the car, then steer off the road steadily. A loud alert sounds from my car, startling Jackson awake, before the vehicle begins to rumble as the hoverpads fight over which side needs more thrust.
"Sorry mate, going offroad!" I shout as I crest over a dune, the car more or less figured out the terrain.
"Gah! Seriously? Where the fuck is she taking us?!" Jackson exclaims as he holds onto his armrest for stability.
"Well it came in on our personal channels, so she wants this off the book apparently." I explain as the car glides over a short patch of boulders, the vehicle rocking back and forth in response.
"You think this might be some sort of trap?" Jackson asks.
"Who would want to trap us?" I respond as I crest a hill, only to find a gravel path beneath the car stretching into the canyon, I look to my left, I can see the road I've left in the distance.
I could've just taken a road this entire time…well fuck me I guess.
"Do you remember when she got brainwashed by Ava and lured us into an ambush?" Jackson notes. I'm about to retort, but he brings up a good point.
"Well, you're not incorrect, but still, I don't get that feeling from this." I reply, leaving Jackson to slump back in his seat with his arms crossed.
"I do." he mutters.
"Alright, alright, we'll clear the compound when we get there if it makes you feel better." I offer.
"Works for me." Jackson huffs, then taps the symbol on his jacket. Glowing wireframe covers his body, before a bright yellow armored suit covers his body, underlaid with a lightweight carbon bodysuit. His helmet is sleek, meant to be aerodynamic with two fins starting from the base of his chin and rising past the top of his helmet and backwards. Thrusters on his back and thighs hum in idle. "I'll scout ahead for a vantage point for you." He notes as he glances back at me through glowing blue curved slits in the face of his carbon fiber mask, said slits resembling narrowed, glaring eyes.
I nod to him, "Alright, I'll hang back, let me know if you find anything."
He gives a finger salute, then lowers the right window and leaps out of my car, falling behind, I feel a clank on the side, before Jackson suddenly passes my vehicle, his feet gliding over the ground as if the gravel was ice, carrying the momentum of my car moving forward towards the canyon. He turns around, now sliding backwards, we nod to each other, before he spins back around, thrusters giving a quick burst of propulsion boosting him into the canyon, he disappears around a bend.
Narrative Control: Jackson
Same Location and Date.
I know I haven't ever used this yet in this documentation, so for you readers who are confused, allow me to provide some context. I am the Elite Pilot, yes. However, Mayrum felt that I could make use of another specialization on land, as there will not always be a plane for me to jump in should things go south. After browsing various different "Classes" of infantry I could take, I stumbled up on a specialized unit type called "Covelight Pathfinder."
Pathfinders make use of a special suit called the Friction Limiter Omni-Wear suit, or "F.L.O.W. Suit." I would quote the manual, but then we'd be here forever, but in simple terms, it's a lightweight suit of armor that reduces and even removes friction from my body whilst keeping me up, with some other features to further enhance my movement and conserve momentum. I digress, I think I'd rather let my actions explain the capabilities of this suit rather than me go through explaining it.
I enter the canyon, my feet gliding across the ground with no resistance at all, building up speed as I head down into its depths. A left turn, I make a jumping motion with my body and the thrusters on my back burst to life, propelling me upwards a good 12 feet into the air as I ready my right arm to make contact. A blue field gets projected from my arm, with a tractor beam now pulling my palm to the wall, sticking, but simultaneously allowing my hand to glide upon its surface. The thrusters on my back tilting in order to keep my body mostly upright as I carry my momentum around the bend, riding the cliff side as if on rails. Another bend, opposite direction, same procedure, however my initial jump won't be enough to make it to the opposite wall. I make another jumping motion in the air and the suit obliges, giving me an extra boost of thrust, ascending me even higher.
Just like the last one, my hand locks me onto the wall as I ride the curve, glancing ahead, I can see the canyon widen after this bend, another sharp left. Despite being able to control my direction as if I'm skiing, I don't think riding the wall is feasible given my current speed, which displays in my HUD: 74 Miles Per Hour. I chuckle as I land, spinning myself around to take a quick peek at where I came from, not losing any speed in the process. I twirl back around again and notice the turn coming up.
Thankfully, I have another tool I can use in this situation. As I ski across the gravel and sand, I glance up at the cliff face above me. I can't ride the wall to maintain speed, but I can ride something else. I flick my right wrist and a device on my forearm activates, a targeting reticle displaying in my HUD in correspondence. As I raise my arm, the circular icon glides up the cliff face before making its stop at the very peak. I pull an imaginary trigger and a thin beam of energy unleashes from my wrist. It embeds itself into the rock and I feel myself yanked away from accumulated inertia as I throw my left hand into the gravel beneath me, using the grapple beam as an anchor to turn around, sparks fly off of the armor on my palm as I make the turn, retracting the beam as I right myself. Tether turning is a bit hard on the shoulders but it's super exhilarating to pull off.
I need to get up high, thankfully, in this next narrow stretch I can see an arch of sandstone connecting the two walls of the canyon. With a heavy grin I enable my other hook and, with both hands this time, grapple onto the arch, firing my thrusters to gain even more speed as I ride the arc and catapult myself above the cliffs.
"WOOOOO!" I cheer as I do a couple backflips for the fun of it as I release my tethers. Yeah, if I haven't made it obvious, this suit is ludicrously fun, sometimes I wish I was allowed to use it outside of missions. I throw my body sideways and the suit responds with a quick boost to the right. I enable air friction for a second to slow myself down and land right on the far edge of a dune on top of the cliff, skiing down the slope and using my thrusters to maintain momentum up a following dune. I look down at my speedometer: 93 MPH. Not bad at all. After a minute of soaring over dunes and occasionally jumping over the canyon proper, I make note of a ridge on the canyon's exit, overlooking the abandoned base. The base itself is next to a dried up oasis, which explains the abandonment, I doubt anyone wants to just be out here in the badlands.
I fire reverse thrust and land on the ridge. Before restoring friction to my body and nearly stumbling as my feet struggle to slow me down. Luckily I managed to come to a stop without tumbling. I stare out at the outpost, sun bleached concrete gleams beneath the harsh daylight. The buildings look mostly intact, save for a few tents that have been ripped and filled with sand. Rotting palm trees dot the area, the bushes and succulents dyed a sickly brown hue. Despite acquiring visual contact, there isn't much I can really see from here, so I radio to Cobalt about the location of the ridge and within a few minutes, he arrives, Angel in tow.
"Well, Cobalt, what do you see?" I ask him as he lies prone, peering through his railgun's scope.
"As far as I can tell, not a soul is in there, however…" He notes as he flicks a switch on his scope, the normally blue light coming from the scope now turning orange and purple. "...It would appear that there are, in fact, two heat signatures coming from one of the tents on the right. One of them appears to be Airheart, the other…hhhh…I can't quite make it out but it's bigger than her."
"How can you tell the other is Airheart but not know the other one?" I ask, Cobalt's eyes go into their minus shape.
"Jackson, we're in a desert, everything is hot. Pardon me if I can't tell the exact shapes when everything is orange. All I'm seeing is two differently sized white blobs." Cobalt explains, then turns back to his scope. I sigh.
…
"What are they doing?" I ask. Cobalt looks over at me with an annoyed stare. I glare back at him, "You have the fucking sniper rifle, I can't see shit!" I protest, resulting in a sigh from the Greninja.
"They're standing around and talking." Cobalt explains. "That's what they've been doing for the past five…" he trails off. His eyes focusing intently on the scope. "Shit, grab your gun. I think Jasmine's just been pinned to the wall of the tent!"
I gasp, then nod. "Roger! I'll go on ahead!" I shout as I jump over him and off the ledge.
"I'll cover you from here!" Cobalt shouts as I open the trunk of his car and pull out a CLU-09XR, an integrally suppressed carbine variant of the submachine gun I usually favor. I ski down into the basin, rapidly approaching the outer fence of the abandoned base. I glance back to the ridge, seeing a glint from Cobalt's scope, I can barely make out a thumbs up from his position. I take a deep breath, then push into the base, weapon drawn. I creep quietly, as best I can. I'm not Violet, and this suit isn't exactly the quietest thing to be wearing, but nevertheless. I approach and enter the tent. A mudroom is the first thing I walk into, holes in the tarp dump sunlight and sand into the room. I stack myself up against the door and brace myself.
I breach, and there was nothing that could have prepared me for what I saw when I entered.
Cobalt was correct, Jasmine IS in fact pinned to the wall of the tent. By a Noivern, and the two of them are FURIOUSLY making out against the ragged tarp. Soft moans from both parties were audible from where I was standing. They have absolutely no idea I've entered the room.
I…
I'm at a fucking loss for words. If I wasn't wearing this carbon fiber helmet, you could've easily thought I had gotten sunburnt. I really don't wanna be the one to break this up, but I feel like I need to preserve my sanity.
Thankfully I don't have to as Cobalt's voice blares through my radio. "Jackson? What's going on in there?!" The two's eyes suddenly snap open as Jasmine yelps and shoves the Noivern away from her.
"J-Jackson?! I-I-I didn't know you were here!" Jasmine shouts, the white parts of her face now indistinguishable from the red parts.
"Yo, what the fuck dude. How long were you standing there?" The Noivern speaks with a somewhat nasally tone.
I…I give up.
I audibly sigh, toss my rifle away and simply walk away with my hands raised.
"J-Jack wait! It's not what it-" Jasmine protests
"What? IT WAS EXACTLY WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE, JAZZ!" The Noivern shouts back as I exit the tent and plant my ass on the sand, head in my hands.
I wave to Cobalt, then grab my radio.
"I don't think I was mentally prepared for that situation." I sigh.
"What happened in there?! Is she okay?!" I he responds.
"Yes…ugh…just get the fuck down here…"
Narrative Control: ?
Atlantic Ocean, 300 Miles southwest of Nocturnia.
July 13th, 2210, 21:21 hours.
I walk past numerous corpses. Humans and pokemon strewn about in a shared river of viscera. An alarm roars throughout the dreadnought, the stench of gunpowder and blood fills the vessel, I mindlessly crush a human's head under my feet as I find the door to the bridge. My vision turns black, my eyes highlighting the world in a red outline, and through the door I can see the humans and pokemon bracing themselves, firearms and battle moves aimed straight for the door. I'd smirk if I could. I signal to the grunts behind me to wait, they take cover as best as they can in the hallway behind me as I approach the door. I can hear the barking of orders from behind the threshold. I prepare myself, wind up, and then jam both of my claws through the crack in between the panels. My servos growl as I forcefully tear open the bulkhead, immediately being met with a hail of gunfire on the other side. I cover my fragile eyes with my forearm, and step through into the bridge.
"Modified Genesect! Archie, Flamethrower!" a human male in a suit of steel plate armor meant to resemble the arcanine next to him, barks as he orders the canine to superheat his breath and fire at it in my direction.
Foolish.
With a flick of my wrist, a bubble of crimson water forms in front of the Arcanine's nose and mouth. Snuffing the flames before they have a chance to blaze forward, it quickly panics, batting at its snout to try and free himself from hydrophobia.
"A-Archie?" The soldier looks down at his partner drowning on dry land right in front of him. The gunfire stops as they're all replaced with the clicking of cleared chambers and empty magazines. My compatriots flood the room and fire back. I watch a few humans disintegrate from our red matter blasters.
"Luxray! Use Thunder Fang!" a female officer commands as she dons a pair of silvered gauntlets aside from her tactical gear, electricity crackling from her fingertips. This energy is not mechanical, rather it appears as though the energy was woven into the metal itself, how this is possible is unknown to me, nevertheless, she and her Luxray attempt to rush me down.
Lowering my left arm from my face, my claw splits open, revealing my favorite pair of shears. "LUUXX!" The lynx roars as it goes for my throat with thunder fang, only for me to go for his throat with my shears, I catch him and throw him back at his trainer. Snapping my claw shut before he leaves it. The woman is knocked to her feet and splattered with blood as the decapitated corpse of the lynx crushes her. I watch eagerly as she begins to realize what's on top of her.
"L…Luxray?" She croaks as she spots his lifeless eyes staring back at her from across the room. Her hands cover her mouth as tears begin to rush from her eyes. I bask in her intoxicating suffering, before she locks eyes with me. "You…" She starts. I glance over to see the trainer of the Arcanine getting his head repeatedly slammed against a console by one of my grunts, a Machoke, ribbons of blood connecting him with the metal panel, his arcanine is limp on the ground, convulsing.
"You're a MONSTER!" She screams as she runs up and delivers an electrically charged punch to one of my mandibles. I grunt and stumble back, breaking concentration on hydrophobia. Water begins seeping from the Arcanine's throat, but his eyes show no remaining life behind them. Despite this, her strike did little to actually damage me. She follows up with a couple more to the same effect. I stare down at her and wind up a retaliation with my opposite hand. Her eyes widen when she puts it together that she cannot hurt me, she is powerless. She glances up to meet my eyes, before I lunge my right arm through her breast, skewering her heart. "HCK! G-AAAGHK!" she chokes before I watch her body go limp. My eyes glow in ecstasy. I look up to the sound of silence, my squad has dealt with the rest of them. Good, they know what happens if they disobey. I thrust my arm out of my victim and watch as her organs trail behind, a heavy thud follows.
I approach the main PA system, I part my mouth slightly, allowing a red tendril to dart inside the microphone port. The Airship turns red as I can now feel myself in possession of the remaining souls aboard the vessel. A human suddenly bolts up from under a desk, having been passed over by my men, he points what my sensors identify as a Beretta M9 straight at my head. I find it humorous a bit. These nocturnians are so set in their ways that they continue to use 200 year old firearms in this day and age.
"DIE YOU FREAK!" He screams, about to pull the trigger, and my men snap around to put down the individual. But my true voice, a voice I don't hear often, myself, echoes throughout the dreadnought.
"Attention all personnel aboard the JPI Subjugator Class Dreadnought 'Vindicator'. Your services and your vessel now belong to the great and mighty Reyes Nocturne. You will forfeit your lives, and let us become the rulers of this new world."
My voice ends and the JPI soldier stands in a daze, his pupils glowing scarlet.
"For Nocturnia." He says as he places his pistol against his temple and paints the window beside him red. The air is filled with the sounds of many, many more shots.
And then. Silence.
Which is soon subsequently broken by one of my men. "Jeez boss, glad you're on our side." the Machoke, Tyra speaks as I unplug myself from the P.A. system, having now effectively seized the ship. "I can see why our lord's picked you as his right hand man, you're fuckin' hardcore!" he finishes.
A loud hacking sound follows from across the room, startling the trooper nearby as the Scovillian goes airborne for a second, both heads simultaneously yelping as they swing their hardpoint-mounted rifle around at the arcanine currently coughing up the water I had flooded it's lungs with not a minute prior. "Fuck! It's still alive!" "Boss! We got a live one!" The two heads talk over each other.
"Well, kill it!" Tyra shouts at the living pepper plant. "What are you waiting for? You should've double-tapped it anyway!"
"Alright…y-yeah." "Okay fine, I will!" The trooper provides two separate responses and steps on the neck of the arcanine and aims his rifle at the dog's temple. The fire type stares up at his assailant in terror, but the Scovillain seems hesitant.
"Ugh…something ain't feel right about this, Tyra." "Yeah, one of our best friends is an Arcanine, man! I can't do this!" "Yeah me neither!" The troopers protest.
"Who the fuck cares, Kenebec?! It's a beta, dipshit! It's nothing but a fucking animal compared to us, just put the damn dog down!" Tyra barks back angrily. I begin to slowly step towards Kenebec, they're starting to get on my nerves. They notice my approach and quickly snap back to the task at hand.
"Just kill the fucking thing Bradley! The hunter's looking right at us!" "I…I can't!" "Just do it or we're gonna fucking die, man!" "Y-You do it!" "I don't have control of the hardpoint! You do!"
With a heavy motion, I slam my claw into the right head of Kenebec, knocking one into the other and bringing both to the ground. Both cry out in a frantic mix of pain and horror. I clutch both of their necks within my shears and lift them up, before stomping on the fire type's head, forcing them to watch as his skull explodes in a burst of scarlet mist.
"...Weak." I whisper to them as they begin frantically jabbering at me to spare them. However, I have already made up my mind.
My face splits open, and what the duo see within causes them to squirm and scream in pure terror, my squad watches in horror as I bring them forward and dig in.
I don't have spicy food that often, but when I do…
I adore it~!
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Narrative Control: Cobalt
Western Baeron Desert, 45 miles east of Aerocroft.
July 10, 2210, 3:31pm
"Look, I'm not a hardass about dating in the squad, I'm not even gonna tell the higher ups about this, but all I'm saying is that as your squad leader, I have a right to know about things like this, alright?" I explain to the pair of dragons inside the frayed tent in the base.
"Y-Yes sir." The Noivern, who I know is Elite Corporal Oscar Bass, sighs dejectedly.
"Of course, Cobalt…" Follows Jasmine. "Thank you for understanding…"
"Alright, now then, Jasmine, why have you called us out here to the middle of nowhere?" I ask the legendary.
"Oh yeah, right. I got something to show you, sir. Not sure why you brought the Snivy with ya, but whatever, he can see this too." The Noivern speaks up as he wanders over to a table and lifts up what looks like a large speaker system. "I've been working here at this base on this puppy for a couple years now, I think our squad could use an advantage over the others."
"So what is it?" Jackson asks from the corner of the room behind me. Oscar narrows his eyes.
"Fuckin, lemme finish." He retorts "Jeez. I'm not gonna spoil the surprise."
"Damn, you don't have to get on my ass, it was just a question." Jackson mutters.
"Sorry, he gets like that…" Jasmine telepathically explains
"Anyway, come out here, I'll show you what it does." Oscar notes as he hauls it outside the tent.
"You're gonna like this." Jasmine chirps as she follows him out. Jackson and I lag behind for a second.
Jackson leans in my direction, "Who is this guy again?" He asks, I turn back and look him dead in his eyes.
"Jackson, it's Oscar." I note. "Elite Tech Officer? Callsign 'Blitz'? He's in our squad!"
"Dude, there's like 30 people in Elite Bravo Squad, do you expect me to remember each and every one?" He retorts with a shrug and narrowed eyes.
"He's the son of Reginald Bass! The CEO of NOVAtech!" I slap back.
"Well I haven't ever met this guy, how'm I supposed to know that?!" Jackson yells back.
"Actually, you remember that Noivern that woke your ass up in the back of the transport after you got arrested a few years back?" Oscar shouts from up ahead. "That was me."
"I…dude that was so long ago, I don't remember details like that." Jackson responds.
"Well now you fuckin' know. Anyway." Oscar notes as he slams the device on the ground and pulls out a glass vial from the device, a luminous metal housed within. "This right here is Negativium Sylventine. Nocturnian. Stuff's so fuckin' rare a gram of this shit could buy you a house in Rockport Heights." He explains as he turns it around in his hand. "This little sample I got here cost me, or more accurately, my dad, around 6 million cred, swiped his credit card for it."
"You just…what?" I ask, somewhat dumbfounded by his last comment.
"Hey, that's a penny to NOVAtech. I would've bought more but I wanted to keep it under the radar." He explains as he slots it back into the machine. "Anyway, this miracle element is not only an near infinite source of power, but also, it has a property to reverse the properties of whatever it powers. Put this stuff in a flashlight and it shoots a beam of darkness. Put this in an energy weapon and it fucking vaporizes things. I have no fucking idea how it works, nobody does, but this gave me an idea."
He turns on the device, "This, is essentially a super-boombox. Turn this thing on and at a moment's notice, you can trigger a noise so violently loud that it practically vibrates things apart. With this element though…"
"I can make it play deafening…Silence…" He finishes.
"Wait? Silence? Wouldn't that just mean it doesn't play anything? What the fu-" With a push of a button, Jackson's rant is suddenly halted. I watch his lips move, but not a sound leaves his mouth, a gentle vibration is felt through my body. The Noivern smiles.
"..." I try to say 'what the fuck?' but I can't hear my words, I can feel the vibrations in my throat, but I don't hear anything. Jackson and I pat ourselves to try and see if we hear things interacting with our bodies, nothing. I can see Oscar laughing, but I hear nothing.
I draw my pistol and fire it into the ever-expansive desert. I can only faintly hear it. Jackson stares at my gun in disbelief.
He turns the machine off and suddenly I can hear the sound of the wind, my feet upon the sandy ground.
"I call it the Mute Charge." Oscar explains, "Fuckin' trippy, huh?"
"That…that's incredible!" Jackson shouts "Why aren't you working in the RnD section? Surely you'd have better access to resources and other like-minded individuals."
Oscar clicks his tongue and waggles his fingers, "Ah, but then they'd take all the credit. And to be honest, I don't really trust the Covelight, I don't exactly believe in our boss' war. So fuck no, Covelight couldn't pay me for this fucking thing. It's MINE." Oscar rants, picking the device back up.
"If..you don't like the Covelight, then why work for them?" Jackson ponders.
"Cuz Daddy never fucking loved me and thought this was the best way to get rid of me." He replies bluntly. "Well here in this desert I can make cool shit away from prying eyes. Especially away from Covelight's eyes. If they found out I had Negativium Sylventine they'd fucking flatline me and klep it for themselves, I bet."
"That's a bit too extreme, I think." Jasmine notes.
"Oh yeah? Look at what happened with Project: Gemini. I'd rather not take my chances." He notes as he walks back into the tent.
"Gemini?" She asks.
"That's Violet's Callsign." I clarify. "But…she was the result of a deranged project that wasn't approved by Covelight…what could he mean?" I wonder.
"So…wait, did we really get dragged out here for a 3 minute long tech demo?" Jackson throws up his hands in annoyance. "Uuuuuuugh!"
And that's it for now! I know it's not a particularly long chapter, but I figured I need to get SOMETHING out alongside my announcement. It also happens to be my birthday today, and I think the best birthday gift I could receive is if you joined our discord and said hi to us! After this chapter I'm going to start work on a new standalone comic prequel to the new Covelight Webcomic based on Cobalt's Elite Recon exam where he gets stranded in a frozen alpine wilderness in enemy territory and has to fend for himself with only a pistol, a knife and his wits! I call it COVELIGHT: TUNDRA. The only place to find it will be in the discord so don't miss it!
That's all for now, this is Elysium! Over and Out!
BONUS MEEEEME!
I approach the main PA system, I part my mouth slightly, allowing a red tendril to dart inside the microphone port. The Airship turns red as I can now feel myself in possession of the remaining souls aboard the vessel. A human suddenly bolts up from under a desk, having been passed over by my men, he points what my sensors identify as a Beretta M9 straight at my head. I find it humorous a bit. These nocturnians are so set in their ways that they continue to use 200 year old firearms in this day and age.
"DIE YOU FREAK!" He screams, about to pull the trigger, my men snap around to put down the individual. But my true voice, a voice I don't hear often, myself, echoes throughout the dreadnought.
"Attention all personnel aboard the JPI Subjugator Class Dreadnought 'Vindicator'. You are worthless BITCHASS nocturnians! Your lives literally are as valuable as a summer ant! I'm just gonna stomp you and you're gonna keep coming back. I'mma seal up all my cracks, you're gonna keep coming back! Why? Cause you smelling the syrup, you worthless bitchass humans!"
My voice pauses and the JPI soldier stands in a daze, his pupils glowing scarlet.
"You serve no purpose in life! Your purpose in life is to be in my stream sucking on my dick daily! Your purpose in life is to be in that chat blowing the dick daily! Your lives are worth nothing! You serve ZERO PURPOSE! YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELVES, NOW!"
"For Nocturnia." He says as he places his pistol against his temple and paints the window beside him red. The air is filled with the sounds of many, many more shots.
And then. Silence.