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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/30/2016 2:55:35 PM
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[i]Ian, one of Der 5's characters, and the rest of the members of this here Rebellion stood in the desert, their weapons unsheathed and out of their holsters. Far off in the distance, four figures drew closer. As they approached, streaks of light fell from the sky. But they were not lights... A message came though on the Rebellion's comms. [/i]
"Stand by for Titanfall."
[spoiler]open, Orn and Der 5, you wanted this[/spoiler]
[spoiler]so here it is[/spoiler]
[spoiler]this is non-canon as well[/spoiler]
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Edited by Sanctus Caesar: 1/2/2017 1:24:11 AM[i]Fenrir watched interestedly as the Titans fell, following their blazing trail from orbit to the earth. He even watched as they landed, producing explosions that cast those in front of him into shadow. He grinned for a moment, but then his face fell and he sighed.[/i] "[b]I am sorry. But I have elsewhere to be, and I do not wish for a long fight.[/b]" [i]He extended his left arm, a ball of white flame forming in front of his open palm. It elongated, and seemingly burned into existence first the hilt, then the pommel. At the same time, it traveled in the other direction, forming a cross-guard, and finally the blade of a massive great sword. The ancient blade was etched in runes, which lit up as the edges erupted in more of the white flames. He smiled sadly, his eyes blazing to life, leaving trails of fire as he approached his opponent. His left hand took up the blade, dropping to his side.[/i] "[b]Since you must die swiftly, I will show you an inkling of what I can truly do with this Fire. It will not be painless, but it will be over quickly.[/b]" [i] He lifted the blade up above the earth, then stabbed down in one quick motion. A sphere of white flame expanded from the point of impact, growing at the speed of light until it engulfed everything within five miles in all directions, forming a miniature star. However, this star was yet more curious, as it burned with the intensity of an entire Galaxy, somehow contained within the area of five miles. Within it, everything other than the blade, the man, and the man's clothing was atomized, the chemical bonds that held his opponents compound molecules together shattered. He let the star live for about a minute, then withdrew the flames once more into the blade, falling softly to the bottom of the half circle crater he now found surrounding him. He looked around, searching to see if any had survived.[/i]
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Jesus Christ why
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[spoiler]Because it's non-canon. And I can.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'm still waiting for an actual canon post..[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]he[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]he is also waiting for one.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]wot teh fok[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]eh[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]No Titans. Ian and Irina, right now.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]sure[/spoiler] [spoiler]non-canon though [/spoiler] Ian stood in the desert, waiting...
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[spoiler]Mind actually describing Ian? I don't know what he looks like, his weapons, or anything. At least give me a reason to write a paragraph or two.[/spoiler]
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He was dressed in a black leather trench coat and military pants, much like Garin did. He carried no visible weapons, only his satchel- though his satchel was enchanted so that it was nearly bottomless. He looked like his brother, but his hair was jet black, and his eyes glowed the color of burning coals- an effect of his vampirism.
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[spoiler]Eh, I can work with this.[/spoiler] [i]Into the vampire's view came Irina, the Vileblood, who looked...considerably serious, mostly because she would've let out a sarcastic remark or something of the sort by now.[/i] [i]Her body was wrapped and clothed in a white fabric long coat, in a similar fashion to her previous one, as she wore a pair of tight carbon black pants completed with dark grey combat boots and laced gloves. It was a significant outfit change, to say the least. She didn't even have her signature tricorne hat, which usually hid away her silver-blonde hair that was tied in a long ponytail. Her stern light blue eyes stared at the vampire, before a smirk crossed her pale face.[/i] [i]At her waist was a 45-70 Gov. revolver, while a 12-gauge semi-automatic shotgun was strapped onto her back. Held within her right hand was her Rakuyo - a sword/dagger combination, the serrated dagger protruding from the brass handle. Strapped within her coat's pocket was Bliss' darksaber, which was sheathed, and a Light Shining In Darkness - Grant's signature pistol that he had passed down to her upon her promotion as an NCR Ranger.[/i] "You know why I'm here, munchkin," [i]She said, with sadistic laughter.[/i] "Let's get this over with."
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"Did you just call me munchkin, Irina?" He pulled a 3 foot sword out of satchel while his eyes grew brighter by the second.
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"Of course I did. You're short, adorable-looking, and...ooh, what's with the eyes? You look a little angry." [i]Irina only paced around Ian, that sadistic smile still etched upon her face. She twirled the sword and dagger, the sharpened blades - the blades that had murdered hundreds of innocent men and women - as she circled her next target, seeming as if this was merely a simple chat.[/i]
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"You're almost worse than me, you know that? You don't know regret like I do, Irina. You simply know your crimes, not the effects. But now... you will." The light emanating from his eyes was blindingly bright.
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"...I don't know regret?" [i]The smile turned into maniacal laughter, as Irina stopped in her tracks.[/i] "I've caused the very deaths of my mother, father, and husband - over the murder of a child that would have become a beast. I've wasted ten years - TEN YEARS - fighting against a foe for some damn queen. I've betrayed and murdered my way to the top for others, and the one time I try to do good, a child dies because of my very failure." [i]At this point, Irina was yelling, her mood taking a swift turn.[/i] "...But now? Now, I won't regret my actions. Especially not this one." [i]She said sternly, as she began walking straight towards Ian.[/i]
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He twirled his sword as he began to run towards her.
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"Your first mistake - your rash attitude leading to you sprinting towards a combatant immediately, instead of surveying them for weaknesses." [i]Irina spoke loud and clear, as she simply walked towards Ian still,[/i]
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(since its noncanon...) An eerie screech is heard as clouds of lightning form on the horizon, spawning in a horde of Vex-enhanced Ascendant Hive. Good luck.
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Edited by Hal0T1nman: 12/30/2016 3:03:21 PM"Stand by for Titanfall." [b]Ten Titans fall from the sky, being 5 Tones and 5 Ions.[/b]
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More loud screeching is heard as five Ogres, each the size of a gatelord, crawl from the ground, roaring in rage.
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The Titans open fire with energy blasts and 40mm cannons.
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The ogres tank most of the shots, not taking much damage as they charge forward, tossing the smaller titans around like toys.
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They really can't toss Titans, and none of them are small. "Core earned." Missiles and lasers rain down upon the Hive.
