02-11-2004, 06:43 AM
As the Dimenians slowly tromped towards the group of hunters with their claws upraised, Sage shouted for them to âScatter!â Not bothering to draw his weapons, he simply began gathering power for a Gifoie technique. A few seconds later, the outward-spiraling cascade of flame slammed into the first row of Dimenians, but other than some slight singeing, there was no noticeable effect.
Megatron: âWow, Sage, you are really out of practice. That shouldâve fried them. Ah well, thatâs what this is forâ¦â Megatron draws his Spread Needle, and begins blasting away at the approaching monsters. The rapid-fire spread of needles hits the first couple of Dimenians, temporarily paralyzing them, but doing little damage. Not that it really matters, since he wasnât aiming to kill. The Spread Needleâs paralyzing shots stall the lead Dimenians, and in the limited confines of the corridor, the majority of the Dimenians are hemmed in by their fellows, unable to move. They snarl their rage, but at the moment are unable to do anything about it.
Mega: âSo, since we have about 30 seconds âtil they start moving, anyone have any bright ideas? Other than âgive them a bad sunburnâ plan thought up by our illustrious leader, of course.â
Sage: âShut up, Megatron. I do still have some techniques that work. Shifta! Deband! Now, make with the killing.â
Lucca: âIâll handle this.â
She then proceeds to pull out a Red Scorpio, a powerful type of photon launcher, and begins sending blasts of energy at the hapless crowd of Dimenians. The already powerful shots, boosted by Sageâs Shifta, tear through the Dimenians with a terrific force. A few seconds later, they have been reduced to pools of oddly glowing purple gooâ¦
Mega: âWell, that was easy. Why are you here again, Sage?â
Sage: âLetâs⦠just go.â
The crew of Hunters continues onward into the ruins. Meanwhileâ¦
In the residential district of Pioneer 2, a slender Humar wakes from a near-coma like sleep and groggily rolls over to turn off the communicator that has been beeping at him for the past hour. Realizing that heâll be unable to turn it off from his prone position, he (reluctantly) stands up and stalks over to the wall-mounted unit. âYou have one new message. Classification: Urgent. Sender: Elly Person.â
âGreat, what does she wantâ¦â he thinks as he clicks on the message.
âX, itâs Elly. Remember how we said we needed you to clear out a ruin for us? You know the one that was rated as being so dangerous that only a hunter of your caliber could possible come out alive? The one that we were willing to pay you handsomely for? Well, the team that was supposed to go with you left an hour ago!!! Please hurry to these coordinates. Thank you, Elly.â
âWell, seems like the skank hasnât changed much in the past four years. But, I am getting paid for this.â Twenty minutes later, he was dressed and headed downstairs to grab his trademark weapons. As he descended the stairs, he was greeted by a 5â 10â Hunewearl with an eye patch.
âLeah, Iâve gonna head out on that mission. Two hundred thousand meseta is almost worth getting up at this hour.â
âYou do realize that itâs almost noon, right?â
âJeez, Iâve saved the entire population of Pioneer 2 three times. Youâd think I could sleep in once in a whileâ¦â
After dodging the pillow his roommate threw at him, he made his way to a safe inset into the wall of the living room. Hitting the combination, he reached in and withdrew two katanas. One was obviously the legendary Katana known as Yasha, but the other appeared to be one of the many fake Agitos that were the weapons of choice for aspiring hunters. Upon closer inspection, this blade was revealed to be the OrochiAgito, the one true Agito. It had been through countless battles with him, and was partly the reason why those scrub hunters happened to like katanas so much. In the hands of a novice, it was a powerful weapon. In the skilled hands of X, it was unstoppable.
Properly equipped, the long-haired Humar left his apartment for the nearest teleporter, slowing only to check out the many female hunters that lived in his district. Being a legend often has its perks, yet it was a measure of his increasing age that he didnât take advantage of them. âBesides, Leah would gut me. Oh well, I can dream. Hope these idiots havenât gotten completely slaughtered yet.â With these thoughts weighing on his mind, he stepped lightly into the teleporter, disappearing in a shimmer of light
The young boy named Sye was staggering through the ruins, incinerating anything in his path. In the back of his mind, a small sliver of "himself" could see what was going on, but had no control over it. He did not know how he was wielding this awesome power; he just knew that when a monster would pop up, it would die. He was terrified, but a certain part of him reveled in it as well. Feeling compelled by something he could not explain, he pressed onward, unable to regain control of his body.
As he threaded his way through the ruins, fighting off monsters with arcane abilities he never knew he possessed, and incapable of simply running and fleeing as he so wished to, he came upon a large, intricately carved door deep within the abandoned temple. Stepping up to it, he placed his hands into two large circles that were invisible to the naked eye, and chanted words that the logical part of his mind did not know.
MUTT DITTS POUMN! , he cried, and the massive door slid open on a recessed track, arcane seals upon it glowing with a mysterious light. As he peered into the gloom, he could dimly see an enormous altar, but the thing standing in front of him drew his more immediate attention. As the creature stepped forward (which a small part of his mind registered as a "Delsaber", from the holos his father had shown him) raising its bladed arm menacingly, he simply raised his right hand and unleashed a black wave of energy, obliterating the monster completely. He stepped to the altar, and picked up the dagger lying there.
With a cold detachment in his eyes, and the logical part of his mind screaming at him to stop, he held out his palm and sliced into it, letting the blood drip onto a dimly inscribed seal upon the floor. As a wave of white light filled the room, he lost consciousness...
Megatron: âWow, Sage, you are really out of practice. That shouldâve fried them. Ah well, thatâs what this is forâ¦â Megatron draws his Spread Needle, and begins blasting away at the approaching monsters. The rapid-fire spread of needles hits the first couple of Dimenians, temporarily paralyzing them, but doing little damage. Not that it really matters, since he wasnât aiming to kill. The Spread Needleâs paralyzing shots stall the lead Dimenians, and in the limited confines of the corridor, the majority of the Dimenians are hemmed in by their fellows, unable to move. They snarl their rage, but at the moment are unable to do anything about it.
Mega: âSo, since we have about 30 seconds âtil they start moving, anyone have any bright ideas? Other than âgive them a bad sunburnâ plan thought up by our illustrious leader, of course.â
Sage: âShut up, Megatron. I do still have some techniques that work. Shifta! Deband! Now, make with the killing.â
Lucca: âIâll handle this.â
She then proceeds to pull out a Red Scorpio, a powerful type of photon launcher, and begins sending blasts of energy at the hapless crowd of Dimenians. The already powerful shots, boosted by Sageâs Shifta, tear through the Dimenians with a terrific force. A few seconds later, they have been reduced to pools of oddly glowing purple gooâ¦
Mega: âWell, that was easy. Why are you here again, Sage?â
Sage: âLetâs⦠just go.â
The crew of Hunters continues onward into the ruins. Meanwhileâ¦
In the residential district of Pioneer 2, a slender Humar wakes from a near-coma like sleep and groggily rolls over to turn off the communicator that has been beeping at him for the past hour. Realizing that heâll be unable to turn it off from his prone position, he (reluctantly) stands up and stalks over to the wall-mounted unit. âYou have one new message. Classification: Urgent. Sender: Elly Person.â
âGreat, what does she wantâ¦â he thinks as he clicks on the message.
âX, itâs Elly. Remember how we said we needed you to clear out a ruin for us? You know the one that was rated as being so dangerous that only a hunter of your caliber could possible come out alive? The one that we were willing to pay you handsomely for? Well, the team that was supposed to go with you left an hour ago!!! Please hurry to these coordinates. Thank you, Elly.â
âWell, seems like the skank hasnât changed much in the past four years. But, I am getting paid for this.â Twenty minutes later, he was dressed and headed downstairs to grab his trademark weapons. As he descended the stairs, he was greeted by a 5â 10â Hunewearl with an eye patch.
âLeah, Iâve gonna head out on that mission. Two hundred thousand meseta is almost worth getting up at this hour.â
âYou do realize that itâs almost noon, right?â
âJeez, Iâve saved the entire population of Pioneer 2 three times. Youâd think I could sleep in once in a whileâ¦â
After dodging the pillow his roommate threw at him, he made his way to a safe inset into the wall of the living room. Hitting the combination, he reached in and withdrew two katanas. One was obviously the legendary Katana known as Yasha, but the other appeared to be one of the many fake Agitos that were the weapons of choice for aspiring hunters. Upon closer inspection, this blade was revealed to be the OrochiAgito, the one true Agito. It had been through countless battles with him, and was partly the reason why those scrub hunters happened to like katanas so much. In the hands of a novice, it was a powerful weapon. In the skilled hands of X, it was unstoppable.
Properly equipped, the long-haired Humar left his apartment for the nearest teleporter, slowing only to check out the many female hunters that lived in his district. Being a legend often has its perks, yet it was a measure of his increasing age that he didnât take advantage of them. âBesides, Leah would gut me. Oh well, I can dream. Hope these idiots havenât gotten completely slaughtered yet.â With these thoughts weighing on his mind, he stepped lightly into the teleporter, disappearing in a shimmer of light
The young boy named Sye was staggering through the ruins, incinerating anything in his path. In the back of his mind, a small sliver of "himself" could see what was going on, but had no control over it. He did not know how he was wielding this awesome power; he just knew that when a monster would pop up, it would die. He was terrified, but a certain part of him reveled in it as well. Feeling compelled by something he could not explain, he pressed onward, unable to regain control of his body.
As he threaded his way through the ruins, fighting off monsters with arcane abilities he never knew he possessed, and incapable of simply running and fleeing as he so wished to, he came upon a large, intricately carved door deep within the abandoned temple. Stepping up to it, he placed his hands into two large circles that were invisible to the naked eye, and chanted words that the logical part of his mind did not know.
MUTT DITTS POUMN! , he cried, and the massive door slid open on a recessed track, arcane seals upon it glowing with a mysterious light. As he peered into the gloom, he could dimly see an enormous altar, but the thing standing in front of him drew his more immediate attention. As the creature stepped forward (which a small part of his mind registered as a "Delsaber", from the holos his father had shown him) raising its bladed arm menacingly, he simply raised his right hand and unleashed a black wave of energy, obliterating the monster completely. He stepped to the altar, and picked up the dagger lying there.
With a cold detachment in his eyes, and the logical part of his mind screaming at him to stop, he held out his palm and sliced into it, letting the blood drip onto a dimly inscribed seal upon the floor. As a wave of white light filled the room, he lost consciousness...