New Beginning 22: Once Upon a New Beginning...

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Bug 10,000 (Bug) wrote

"This is pretty dumb...i can't get any action anywhere..." I say watching vault and narrator fighting XJ-9.

"Oh, can't you?"

Bug looks up, just in time to see the big bulky Smytus barreling downward full-speed, as a one-bot dog-pile.

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[Gentleman Vaultboy]

As Zale helps it to it's feet, the Vault shakily points a now free hand at the robot. It makes the finger gun.

There's a horrible ripple across the Vaults entire body, and the feeling of something large moving at great speed. Then the Vault upper body seems to part, and a thing comes bursting out at breakneck speed.

It looks like a turtle. Specifically, the head of a turtle, but enormous. It's neck alone is farther apart than a basketball court, but paradoxically seems to shrink the nearer it gets to the Vaults body. A creature that size shouldn't fit in the Vaults slight figure. It shouldn't even be able to fit through the Vaults slight figure. And yet it does, with all the speed of a cruise missile, giant solid boned maw aimed right for Jenny.

Behind Zale, the hanger has started getting a little crowded. The main bud seems to have filled the entire area, the toothed vines pushing into every available egress seeking sustenance for the main body.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Smytus chuckles, looking more than happy to oblige. To meet Bug's challenge, he builds up a quick tachyon charge, for a speed burst, and cocks back a fist charging with superhot plasma.

The collision is not pretty.

DZZZZZOOOOOOOOOSH!!!

[The Narrator]

Wow, she's quick

*Narrator blocks a portion of the blast prior, it forces him back into the ground, a crater forms from his impact.  *

Narrator:  Why does everything wanna hit me in the face?

Areson:  Easy target....

Narrator:  I guess I'll have to take it to her harder....
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Areson:  Hey, you can always let them three out, you know Ya....

Narrator:  Shush, You know what happens when they get out, they're worse than you....  

*The air around the Narrator beings to vibrate, his eyes glowing a wode blue.*

Narrator(thinking) I can't pull a full on time stop, but I should be able to affect time enough to move on her level.  And I think I have an idea.  I know my infectious song won't affect her, but maybe I can shake her to her core.

Narrator (shouting)  anyone in a good range may wanna cover their ears!  I just hope I still don't have my asthma after that whole anchoring thing....

*Narrator takes a deep breath and emits a forward sonic blast in XJ9's direction*  "HEY JENNY!!!!!!!"

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[Gentleman Vaultboy]

I think you just knocked her into my turtles mouth. High five!

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Looking to either side, the Penultimate stands up on tip-toe, and drops from the height of the hovering prison vessel. He alights on the ground with all the weight of a feather in the wind, and green spheres of natural essence charge up power in his hands. The Penultimate sends it out as a sheer blanket, to calm the growth of the plants, and still the temper of the strangely-changing animals.

With them assuaged, his attentions turn to the familiar approaching presence.

"The Wild Hunt? Really?" The Penultimate gives a resigned sigh, and shakes his head, "Nice going, Zale. Subliminal or not, just...just dang."

It will not be easy to avoid their advance. And, with everyone's powers in this current state, it will be even less easy to fight them off. The Penultimate blasts two, three, four Cluster minions away, and calls out to his comrades.

"Y'all, the Wild Hunt is nearly upon us, I can sense it!" he cries out, "We have to get on quick! I'd suggest taking cover, if I were you! Let them take care of the bots, and then we can take their ship back to Earth!"

(This battle's coming to an end, soon. Let's not let it go on too long. Others await.)

[The Narrator]

Areson:  Five in the air--let's do it together!

Narrator:  I don't think anyone will get the reference, but yea, high five, happy dance!

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The teenaged robot goes flying back into the turtle mouth, full-force, and despite her body remaining intact, her mind is entirely consumed with the creature's effects.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Computress' voice rings through the air, "The Wild Hunt is closing in. Less than half a kilometer before they converge on this locale. Recommended course of action: immediate flight."

[The Narrator]

Narrator:  Sounds like we should jet....

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Huh-wha?" Smytus retreats a half-step, taken aback by the sudden burst of speed.

Not quite used to be on defense, he erects a simple forcefield. Though, it promises not to offer up much resistance to Bug's attack.

(Go ahead and finish this attack, Bug. He's wide open for your attack.)

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The turtle, feeling pray in it's mouth, retracts it's head. It Vaults form ripples and it's skin settles back to the pristine young woman it appeared as before.

The deep blue water surrounding Phi and his opponent slinks back over as well, climbing up the Vaults green leg and covering it completely. Once that is complete, the green leg appears to fall away, growing more and more distant until it can no longer be seen.

It is at this point the Vault realized it's clothes are now in taters. The leg of it's pants was just gone, as was the top half of it's shirt and coat. The stylish tie was lost entirely. The Vault sighed. Cicera would throw a fit if it walked around like this in her body. It took off the remains of it's jacket and put it on backwards.

"Honestly, it's not like she even really has a gender." It muttered to itself indignantly.

It looks up at The Penultimates words. "I'm not getting on that ship. It's probably got all the computers on. Literally all of them. 'Sides, I'm not leaving mine here. Someone'll boot it."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(Lookin out for ya, Bugs...  )

Smytus' eyes widen, expression fallen into dismay, and all he can say is, "...Well, crap."

BAM!

In an explosion of raw power, the lowly henchman is knocked back full-force, and goes sailing off into the distance. He only stops when his metal frame collides with a grove of trees a couple hundred yards in the opposite direction.

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[Celadon's Penultimate]

The Penultimate looks at the prison vessel, then the Road to Dawn, and finally back to Vault, "Then we'll take yours, it's fine. Let's just get to it quick; all aboard. The Wild Hunt is looming, and we need to not be here. I'll help you clear away any minions that remain."

"Closing in." Computress' voice returns, "A quarter of a kilometer away. I repeat, closing in."

And the skies, as they darkened, confirmed her words. The reeking odor of dark fay--of blood, death and ozone--tinged the air ever slightly. The winds were becoming visible--bruise-blue and the purple of midnight--and the earth was getting restless, rumbling with the thunder of an invisible stampede. Whispers darted invisibly through the air, speaking fear and hatred and mockery to the supers.

"They approach!"

"Run away!"

"Surrender now! Perish quickly!"

The Penultimate blinked, and hurried up on the winds, toward the Road to Dawn. He wanted no part of that.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

( Any time. Now, we have only to sit back and watch how the others make their endings. Oh, and hurry to the safety of the Road to Dawn. Quick.)

"Bug, quick! The Road to Dawn! We still have to clear away some Cluster underlings, so we can take off!"

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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