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CONNECTION REESTABLISHED.
IMPERIAL HIGH COMMAND
PLANET XYBER XVII, MANOS SYSTEM, IMPERIAL UNIVERSE
0732 HOURS, AUGUST 13, 3036 A.D.
Commander sat at the meeting room's table, alone. He was reviewing the minutes of yesterday's meeting with the most influential figures in the Nova Universe. From what he could make out from the comments, while it didn't look good, he was hopeful that things would go ahead as planned. The citizens of the Nova-Verse would be blindsided by Akasi later on if they continued to fight amongst themselves; the Renegade Leader took advantage of the current state of affairs in a Universe to the best of his ability.
Suddenly, the door opened.
“Commander, sir, Scout Force Leader Captain Frederick G. Powell reporting. I have an update on the Nova Universe, if you'll permit me to enter.”
“Permission granted, Captain. You may enter.”
The Captain strode in, walking quickly towards the chair opposite of his Leader. He saluted.
“What news do you have, Powell?”
“We've been observing the current state of affairs aboard the latest arrival in the Nova-Verse, the outpost known as Colosseum Station, since its arrival in that Universe. It seems to have entered into the Dimension after an unknown event. We're not sure of the details.”
“Hmm. Proceed.”
“We've had two teams silently monitoring the station. Already, we've identified a few key characters:
Jason Peck, a capable pilot who seems to know a fair bit about the Armored Core Universe...
Mustard, Maladera, Hoody, and Ramon, Jason's support team...
The Ubercept, an Insectoid race whom we have determined to be potentially hostile towards any other species...
Larra the Acaran and her shapeshifting friend, Demon, whom we already know...
Aron Meta'Lor, an extremely powerful individual, virtually a god, whose sanity is constantly in question...
JoshTigerHeart (no relation to our previous Tigerheart, we confirmed), who appears to be the station's creator...
A few worms from the Worms Universe...
An avian known as Rashiel, whereabouts currently under investigation...
A trio of sentient fish, Archer, Beta, and Dorkfish, current whereabouts also unknown...
And Thalren, one of the few Necra who still remain in the Nova-Verse. He appears to be friendly, however, but we will still exercise caution.”
Commander nodded. “Good. Anything else I should know?”
Captain Powell nodded, then approached his superior. “This report just came in from Agent 27194, who is observing Jason and his crew.”
“Go ahead.”
Powell opened his briefcase, in which several papers contained detailing the Imperial Agent's Observation Logs.
“According to 27194, Jason Peck is fighting to free Maladera from a gangster (as best we can classify him) named Murphy. However, Murphy is only doing so if Peck participates in fights he arranges.”
“So he's doing fixed fights?”
“More or less, sir. But there's more to it than that...”
“Well?”
“It appears that 27194 had observed, using his Ghost, of course, that Ramon and Mustard have received fake IDs, but from whom isn't clear; however, we can most assuredly assume it's from Jason's 'employer.'”
Commander sighed. “And Peck has no idea?”
“No, sir. What's worse, Ramon seems to actually want to go through with it.”
Again, Commander sighed, this time expressing disbelief. These fellows definitely merited attention from the Empire, but how? It was too early to risk an intervention: that in and of itself would create more problems. If they were to participate, they would have to wait.
“Orders, sir?” Powell asked, bringing Commander back to reality.
He folded his hands, resting his chin on them, thought for a few moments, then looked up at the Captain.
“Tell the Agents to keep observing the subjects. Most importantly, inform 27194 to maintain a closer eye on his group. Find out if there's anything at all we can do to help: sponsorship, payment, ANYTHING, but above all else, see if we can do anything about that Murphy; Peck should be able to fight as he chooses, not being instructed by anyone else. But do NOT, under ANY circumstances, make contact with them unless I decide otherwise.”
Commander then stood.
“Furthermore, have 27194 keep a close watch on Ramon. I have a bad feeling about that boy...”
“Yes, sir.”
Powell then proceeded to the door.
“Captain!”
Powell stopped, then turned to face his leader. “Yes, Commander?”
“Inform Ambassador Williams to gather The Illuminati once again. Hopefully by now, they'll have received some information about goings-on in their respective parts of the Nova Universe.”
Powell clicked his heels together and saluted. “Sir.”
The Captain then left, leaving Commander by himself once again. Well, he thought to himself, this is ANOTHER fine mess we've gotten ourselves into...
WERE-CREATURE TRAINING ACADEMY, KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
UNITED STATES, PLANET EARTH, SOL SYSTEM
0754 HOURS, AUGUST 12, 3036 A.D.
Mike opened his eyes to find himself alone in the room. Odd, considering that he didn't see Megan anywhere. He didn't even pick up a scent trail of either her or breakfast being made. It was a very unsettling morning.
Just then, Mike spotted a brownish blur out of the corner of his eye, heading towards him. He only had enough time to turn around when Megan tackled him, pinning him to the floor.
“Morning, Mike!” she said cheerily, kneeling on his chest with her tail wagging happily.
“Hi, Meg...” he said, with an embarrassed grin. “Can you please...ack...get off me now?”
“Wimp. If you give up THIS easily in a fight, you're going to have a rough time today.”
Mike rolled his eyes. I guess I know what's happening today, he thought to himself.
Megan got off of him, and the werewolf levered himself up, dusting himself off.
“Well, I guess I'd better go see Ignatius. I'd hate to have him wait.”
“Before you do, Mike...”
“Yes?”
She procured a long, brown package.
“This came for you this morning. Bowser himself asked for it to be sent to you.”
He took the package, and set it down on his bed. He opened it up and found a long, purple shaft topped with a spiked disk.
“My staff! I'd completely forgotten about it!”
“Well, he did mention that you would need it soon.”
“Thanks, Megan,” he said. “I think I'll take this along as well.”
Once again, he entered into the room...but Ignatius was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, the lights went out. Reacting to the darkness, Mike immediately engaged his IR sight, allowing him to see everything clear as day.
(WHAM!)
Mike found himself knocked off his feet. Where did that blow come from? He couldn't see anyone, even though he SHOULD'VE been able to. Just then, a brilliant shaft of light appeared before him. He returned to normal sight, since IR would blind him if he retained his vision. Before him now hovered Ignatius, looking at Mike with an almost commanding expression on his face.
“Are you ready for combat?”
“Against you?”
“Not me, young squire,” he said, snapping his fingers. The lights came back on.
“Your opponents are in the next building. You'll be fighting bots for your first fight. Using only your Staff of Chaos and its split form, you must disable all the bots within five minutes.”
He then hovered over to the door. “Quickly. We have much to do, and not much time to do so.”
Mike then entered the next building. “Five minutes, eh? That ought to be...”
The lights turned on.
“Plenty...of...time?”
What he now saw was dozens, perhaps hundreds of robots now before him.
“Oh...crap...” he whimpered.
Melee would work better here than his staff, so he immediately split his staff. But no swords came to his hands. Rather, now he bore a pair of clawed gauntlets, and try as he might, he couldn't pull them off. They seemed to be almost bonded to his skin.
“What's going on?! Where's my swords?!” he shouted.
“The Swords are for your Human Form, Michael, which by itself, does not do much damage. Your Wolf Form, however, is designed for combat, and so the Staff only modifies your already-impressive attacks. You now bear the Chaos War Talons, which give you the ability to claw through anything. Now...”
*Air Horn*
“BEGIN!”
The visors of the robots gleamed a sinister red. Those mechanical humanoids suddenly looked a lot more threatening than they were before. If Mike didn't act fast, the only training he'd be doing would be from a hospital bed.
Elevating his tail, Mike surged forward; much faster than he ever had previously. Everything now seemed to be but a blur, as his gauntleted hands ripped through metal and circuitry, leaving shredded husks in his wake.
More robots. When he leapt in the air, Mike didn't just jump: he soared, jumping so high that every team in the NBA would've wanted him. Looking down almost gave him vertigo upon realizing how high up he was - it was a good 10 feet in the air, and he did it without psionics. He landed on his target, feet-first, crushing the robot simply by jumping on him.
In the entire session, Mike had never felt so alive or free in his life. He moved with fluidity that would've put most dancers to shame, and all the while, he stayed in complete control of himself. He was able to almost predict when punches would come, ducking and returning with those of his own.
As he observed his student, Ignatius smiled happily. The Dragon watched as the Wolf tore through his attackers with brutal efficiency. It was an amazingly beautiful dance of destruction that Mike performed.
After about four minutes, all that remained of Mike's robotic assailants was various piles of scrap metal and circuitry, sparking and shorting out. Ignatius clapped, proud of the Werewolf's performance.
“Excellently done! You have passed the test.”
“Anything more today?”
“Just a few more things. The test of 100, however, is the bulk of your workload today. Now, let's proceed.”
The other tests involved Mike going through a maze and destroying 10 robots before three minutes had elapsed, taking out a AI-Piloted Mech, and fighting five robots while blindfolded, relying on only his previous training to survive.
After he had finished for the day, Ignatius took Mike aside before he headed for bed.
“Michael, I want to let you know: tomorrow, you will be going up against considerably more unpredictable opponents. Robots and AIs are great, but you need to be training against living opponents if you're to do well in your Wolf Form.”
“I understand, Ignatius.”
“Good. Now get some rest; you're going to need it for tomorrow.”
Mike did so. He did his evening routine, and headed for bed, collapsing on the mattress. He had never imagined how good this new form of his would feel as time progressed.
But now he did.
SIGNAL LOST.
ATTEMPTING TO RECONNECT...
NOTES N' STUFF:
Unlike the Warbird arc, the Imperials are getting considerably more involved in the Nova Universe's affairs. There's at least 5 other writers and their characters that I mentioned in that opening scene. A couple have just seemingly dropped off the face of the earth. However, I know that Real Life™ likely has something to do with it.
And here Mike stops being emo, and starts to really appreciate his new form. I didn't really need to improve this day much, as it was already pretty-thoroughly described. Just one or two tweaks here and there, but it's mostly unchanged from the original post.
You fans of the Armored Core series may wanna head over to the ASW forums to check it out – they've got a little tournament going on. Additionally, it's becoming more apparent that anyone can participate in the fights (right now, Mike's about to be lined up for an event that'll be made clear later).
That said, we're almost done, people! Two days left!
Characters © their owners
The Nova-verse and its Characters/Governments are © Ambrosia Software
Bowser is © Nintendo
The Empire, JR/VA, and all characters w/in are ©
me
DAY FIVEIMPERIAL HIGH COMMAND
PLANET XYBER XVII, MANOS SYSTEM, IMPERIAL UNIVERSE
0732 HOURS, AUGUST 13, 3036 A.D.
Commander sat at the meeting room's table, alone. He was reviewing the minutes of yesterday's meeting with the most influential figures in the Nova Universe. From what he could make out from the comments, while it didn't look good, he was hopeful that things would go ahead as planned. The citizens of the Nova-Verse would be blindsided by Akasi later on if they continued to fight amongst themselves; the Renegade Leader took advantage of the current state of affairs in a Universe to the best of his ability.
Suddenly, the door opened.
“Commander, sir, Scout Force Leader Captain Frederick G. Powell reporting. I have an update on the Nova Universe, if you'll permit me to enter.”
“Permission granted, Captain. You may enter.”
The Captain strode in, walking quickly towards the chair opposite of his Leader. He saluted.
“What news do you have, Powell?”
“We've been observing the current state of affairs aboard the latest arrival in the Nova-Verse, the outpost known as Colosseum Station, since its arrival in that Universe. It seems to have entered into the Dimension after an unknown event. We're not sure of the details.”
“Hmm. Proceed.”
“We've had two teams silently monitoring the station. Already, we've identified a few key characters:
Jason Peck, a capable pilot who seems to know a fair bit about the Armored Core Universe...
Mustard, Maladera, Hoody, and Ramon, Jason's support team...
The Ubercept, an Insectoid race whom we have determined to be potentially hostile towards any other species...
Larra the Acaran and her shapeshifting friend, Demon, whom we already know...
Aron Meta'Lor, an extremely powerful individual, virtually a god, whose sanity is constantly in question...
JoshTigerHeart (no relation to our previous Tigerheart, we confirmed), who appears to be the station's creator...
A few worms from the Worms Universe...
An avian known as Rashiel, whereabouts currently under investigation...
A trio of sentient fish, Archer, Beta, and Dorkfish, current whereabouts also unknown...
And Thalren, one of the few Necra who still remain in the Nova-Verse. He appears to be friendly, however, but we will still exercise caution.”
Commander nodded. “Good. Anything else I should know?”
Captain Powell nodded, then approached his superior. “This report just came in from Agent 27194, who is observing Jason and his crew.”
“Go ahead.”
Powell opened his briefcase, in which several papers contained detailing the Imperial Agent's Observation Logs.
“According to 27194, Jason Peck is fighting to free Maladera from a gangster (as best we can classify him) named Murphy. However, Murphy is only doing so if Peck participates in fights he arranges.”
“So he's doing fixed fights?”
“More or less, sir. But there's more to it than that...”
“Well?”
“It appears that 27194 had observed, using his Ghost, of course, that Ramon and Mustard have received fake IDs, but from whom isn't clear; however, we can most assuredly assume it's from Jason's 'employer.'”
Commander sighed. “And Peck has no idea?”
“No, sir. What's worse, Ramon seems to actually want to go through with it.”
Again, Commander sighed, this time expressing disbelief. These fellows definitely merited attention from the Empire, but how? It was too early to risk an intervention: that in and of itself would create more problems. If they were to participate, they would have to wait.
“Orders, sir?” Powell asked, bringing Commander back to reality.
He folded his hands, resting his chin on them, thought for a few moments, then looked up at the Captain.
“Tell the Agents to keep observing the subjects. Most importantly, inform 27194 to maintain a closer eye on his group. Find out if there's anything at all we can do to help: sponsorship, payment, ANYTHING, but above all else, see if we can do anything about that Murphy; Peck should be able to fight as he chooses, not being instructed by anyone else. But do NOT, under ANY circumstances, make contact with them unless I decide otherwise.”
Commander then stood.
“Furthermore, have 27194 keep a close watch on Ramon. I have a bad feeling about that boy...”
“Yes, sir.”
Powell then proceeded to the door.
“Captain!”
Powell stopped, then turned to face his leader. “Yes, Commander?”
“Inform Ambassador Williams to gather The Illuminati once again. Hopefully by now, they'll have received some information about goings-on in their respective parts of the Nova Universe.”
Powell clicked his heels together and saluted. “Sir.”
The Captain then left, leaving Commander by himself once again. Well, he thought to himself, this is ANOTHER fine mess we've gotten ourselves into...
WERE-CREATURE TRAINING ACADEMY, KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
UNITED STATES, PLANET EARTH, SOL SYSTEM
0754 HOURS, AUGUST 12, 3036 A.D.
Mike opened his eyes to find himself alone in the room. Odd, considering that he didn't see Megan anywhere. He didn't even pick up a scent trail of either her or breakfast being made. It was a very unsettling morning.
Just then, Mike spotted a brownish blur out of the corner of his eye, heading towards him. He only had enough time to turn around when Megan tackled him, pinning him to the floor.
“Morning, Mike!” she said cheerily, kneeling on his chest with her tail wagging happily.
“Hi, Meg...” he said, with an embarrassed grin. “Can you please...ack...get off me now?”
“Wimp. If you give up THIS easily in a fight, you're going to have a rough time today.”
Mike rolled his eyes. I guess I know what's happening today, he thought to himself.
Megan got off of him, and the werewolf levered himself up, dusting himself off.
“Well, I guess I'd better go see Ignatius. I'd hate to have him wait.”
“Before you do, Mike...”
“Yes?”
She procured a long, brown package.
“This came for you this morning. Bowser himself asked for it to be sent to you.”
He took the package, and set it down on his bed. He opened it up and found a long, purple shaft topped with a spiked disk.
“My staff! I'd completely forgotten about it!”
“Well, he did mention that you would need it soon.”
“Thanks, Megan,” he said. “I think I'll take this along as well.”
Once again, he entered into the room...but Ignatius was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, the lights went out. Reacting to the darkness, Mike immediately engaged his IR sight, allowing him to see everything clear as day.
(WHAM!)
Mike found himself knocked off his feet. Where did that blow come from? He couldn't see anyone, even though he SHOULD'VE been able to. Just then, a brilliant shaft of light appeared before him. He returned to normal sight, since IR would blind him if he retained his vision. Before him now hovered Ignatius, looking at Mike with an almost commanding expression on his face.
“Are you ready for combat?”
“Against you?”
“Not me, young squire,” he said, snapping his fingers. The lights came back on.
“Your opponents are in the next building. You'll be fighting bots for your first fight. Using only your Staff of Chaos and its split form, you must disable all the bots within five minutes.”
He then hovered over to the door. “Quickly. We have much to do, and not much time to do so.”
Mike then entered the next building. “Five minutes, eh? That ought to be...”
The lights turned on.
“Plenty...of...time?”
What he now saw was dozens, perhaps hundreds of robots now before him.
“Oh...crap...” he whimpered.
Melee would work better here than his staff, so he immediately split his staff. But no swords came to his hands. Rather, now he bore a pair of clawed gauntlets, and try as he might, he couldn't pull them off. They seemed to be almost bonded to his skin.
“What's going on?! Where's my swords?!” he shouted.
“The Swords are for your Human Form, Michael, which by itself, does not do much damage. Your Wolf Form, however, is designed for combat, and so the Staff only modifies your already-impressive attacks. You now bear the Chaos War Talons, which give you the ability to claw through anything. Now...”
*Air Horn*
“BEGIN!”
The visors of the robots gleamed a sinister red. Those mechanical humanoids suddenly looked a lot more threatening than they were before. If Mike didn't act fast, the only training he'd be doing would be from a hospital bed.
Elevating his tail, Mike surged forward; much faster than he ever had previously. Everything now seemed to be but a blur, as his gauntleted hands ripped through metal and circuitry, leaving shredded husks in his wake.
More robots. When he leapt in the air, Mike didn't just jump: he soared, jumping so high that every team in the NBA would've wanted him. Looking down almost gave him vertigo upon realizing how high up he was - it was a good 10 feet in the air, and he did it without psionics. He landed on his target, feet-first, crushing the robot simply by jumping on him.
In the entire session, Mike had never felt so alive or free in his life. He moved with fluidity that would've put most dancers to shame, and all the while, he stayed in complete control of himself. He was able to almost predict when punches would come, ducking and returning with those of his own.
As he observed his student, Ignatius smiled happily. The Dragon watched as the Wolf tore through his attackers with brutal efficiency. It was an amazingly beautiful dance of destruction that Mike performed.
After about four minutes, all that remained of Mike's robotic assailants was various piles of scrap metal and circuitry, sparking and shorting out. Ignatius clapped, proud of the Werewolf's performance.
“Excellently done! You have passed the test.”
“Anything more today?”
“Just a few more things. The test of 100, however, is the bulk of your workload today. Now, let's proceed.”
The other tests involved Mike going through a maze and destroying 10 robots before three minutes had elapsed, taking out a AI-Piloted Mech, and fighting five robots while blindfolded, relying on only his previous training to survive.
After he had finished for the day, Ignatius took Mike aside before he headed for bed.
“Michael, I want to let you know: tomorrow, you will be going up against considerably more unpredictable opponents. Robots and AIs are great, but you need to be training against living opponents if you're to do well in your Wolf Form.”
“I understand, Ignatius.”
“Good. Now get some rest; you're going to need it for tomorrow.”
Mike did so. He did his evening routine, and headed for bed, collapsing on the mattress. He had never imagined how good this new form of his would feel as time progressed.
But now he did.
SIGNAL LOST.
ATTEMPTING TO RECONNECT...
NOTES N' STUFF:
Unlike the Warbird arc, the Imperials are getting considerably more involved in the Nova Universe's affairs. There's at least 5 other writers and their characters that I mentioned in that opening scene. A couple have just seemingly dropped off the face of the earth. However, I know that Real Life™ likely has something to do with it.
And here Mike stops being emo, and starts to really appreciate his new form. I didn't really need to improve this day much, as it was already pretty-thoroughly described. Just one or two tweaks here and there, but it's mostly unchanged from the original post.
You fans of the Armored Core series may wanna head over to the ASW forums to check it out – they've got a little tournament going on. Additionally, it's becoming more apparent that anyone can participate in the fights (right now, Mike's about to be lined up for an event that'll be made clear later).
That said, we're almost done, people! Two days left!
Characters © their owners
The Nova-verse and its Characters/Governments are © Ambrosia Software
Bowser is © Nintendo
The Empire, JR/VA, and all characters w/in are ©
me
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 100 x 100px
File Size 12.3 kB
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