05-23-2016, 11:23 AM
"I feel I should point out the obvious and state that our continued existence in this particular incarnation is looking to end very shortly, sir," the synthesized voice of Cricket piped up from Colonel's PET. The flat, emulated cheerful tone he was constantly saddled with did nothing to hide the worry in his words, and after a moment, he simply added, "I have created a virtual backup of myself on the Dataverse. Should we die and this PET be destroyed, I will be waiting for you to respawn again, in hopes that you do so. All memories from this point on will be lost, as you know quite well, so please do try not to say anything too important."
"....now really isn't the time for humor," the solvier-navi cut in quite bluntly. "Things are much worse than anticipated."
"Yes, I'm quite aware. You're at less than half of normal fighting strength. Much less, in fact. You have critical damage and system abnormalities in multiple places, and only your combat system bypasses are keeping you functioning well enough to continue this insane debacle. It would be remarkable, if it weren't so... What is the word....likely to end up pointless."
"....regardless of how likely or unlikely something is, it isn't a given one way or another. We've come this far, and caused this beast to wake up and rampage. No one with any conscience could just leave it be without even trying to stop it."
"One might almost think you were trying to be a hero, with that kind of thinking, sir."
"They'd be wrong."
The cybernetic soldier lapsed into silence as he bore witness to the devastation and wrath of the arch dragon of the steppes. It seemed much less like a living thing, and much more akin to a literal force of nature. The already blistering heat of the steppes, especially near the volcanic Death Mountain, had risen to an all-new level, the air positively choked with ash and searing heat, embers and motes of molten earth and rubble making it a chaotic, hellish scene.
"We don't have enough firepower for this...not in a conventional fight," Colonel noted to no one in particular. "Not with how beat up we are." A swift flick of his saber, bringing it up to bear and looking ready to immediately leap into battle regardless, immediately followed his words. "....and so we'll have to resort to other methods."
The blade of his saber immediately flared up with a brighter glow, casting flickering emerald sparks about him in a wild profusion, throwing his entire body into a shroud of green and shadow. His heaviest firepower was locked, a precaution to stop him from overtaxing his system to too large a degree, but he still had enough to hopefully put at dent in this monstrosity.
He didn't make his move right away. He waited for his allies to do that, most of them being more nimble than he was, especially in his damaged state. He merely leveled off the blade of his primary weapon at the rampaging dragon, staring it down with his usual unflinching, steel-hard expression. If he held any fear about bringing the sights of such an overwhelming force to himself, he gave no indication of it. Fear was one of the kinder things you could feel...it let you know when you should be worried, when you were in danger, when you should run, or at least be cautious. It was tied directly into self-preservation and the instinct to keep oneself safe.
Every such 'kind' emotion and the capability to ever experience them had been forcefully ripped out of Colonel.
But before his lack of such a feeling could land him in a very poor situation, he heard the telepathic voice of the God Hood echo in his mind. It was a sound move, to exploit a weak point. And his sword arm slowly lowered from its ready state, and he immediately broke off to one side, breaking into his long-paced, almost lumbering stride. His movement was slow, but steady and sure, taking him along in bounds and short hops as much as actual strides, cutting a wide circle around the field of devastation. To a casual observer, it might have even looked like he was actively fleeing.
But when the call about the flash bang went out, he cut his path at a sharp angle, vaulting over the blasted-out husk of one of the stonework huts of the gorons, and vanished from sight amid the blinding flash of the grenade.
For several long seconds, the synthetic warrior seemed to have disappeared entirely. The dragon let its fury be known, even in its temporarily blinded state, and its perceived prey did their best to harry and combat it as their assorted capabilities allowed.
It was at that point that careful eyes would finally see Colonel make his appearance once again, making a powerful leap up out of a cloud of ash, sailing several meters up to land with a ponderous crash atop what was left of cliff overlooking the skeleton of the village below. His sword raised up again, the end of the blade pointing at the dragon. The blade abruptly flickered and sputtered, shutting off entirely, and from the emitter, a burst of energy erupted, along with a cascade of sparks.
Like a miniature emerald comet, it flashed through the heat-hazed air, and collided with the arch dragon's armored hide to no immediately noticeable effect. It splintered in an explosion, throwing sparks and streaming remnants of expended plasma in all directions, and drawing an irritated, withering growl from the so-called deity, who immediately rounded on him.
And immediately, a hail of gunfire, a veritable storm of small bolts of plasma, tore apart the air between the arch dragon's left side and the shattered hut Colonel had dove behind earlier. An individual shot would have been less than an ant bite to the mighty dragon. Even the withering spray of fire currently assaulting it would have hardly been worth notice. But sheer volume of fire saw more than a handful of the normally inconsequential bolts of energy struck the terrible wound in the dragon's side, drawing far more than simple irritation from the great beast.
And as the hail of gunfire kept the beast distracted, Colonel once again brought the massive tank-gun that was the Colonel Cannon back to bear, bracing the heavy weapon on his shoulder. A mighty, screeching roar rent the entire battlefield, and the arch-drake whirled about, coiling in on itself to keep its wound from being exposed to the withering hail of plasma fire any longer, and drawing a deep breath, no doubt readying a devastating blast of flame within its maw to incinerate the soldiers summoned by the cyber-soldier.
And just as it spread its jaws to let forth its deathly breath, the signature, deafening crash of the colonel cannon's firing sounded, and an explosion engulfed the back of the drake's head in a plume of smoke and shrapnel.
"....now really isn't the time for humor," the solvier-navi cut in quite bluntly. "Things are much worse than anticipated."
"Yes, I'm quite aware. You're at less than half of normal fighting strength. Much less, in fact. You have critical damage and system abnormalities in multiple places, and only your combat system bypasses are keeping you functioning well enough to continue this insane debacle. It would be remarkable, if it weren't so... What is the word....likely to end up pointless."
"....regardless of how likely or unlikely something is, it isn't a given one way or another. We've come this far, and caused this beast to wake up and rampage. No one with any conscience could just leave it be without even trying to stop it."
"One might almost think you were trying to be a hero, with that kind of thinking, sir."
"They'd be wrong."
The cybernetic soldier lapsed into silence as he bore witness to the devastation and wrath of the arch dragon of the steppes. It seemed much less like a living thing, and much more akin to a literal force of nature. The already blistering heat of the steppes, especially near the volcanic Death Mountain, had risen to an all-new level, the air positively choked with ash and searing heat, embers and motes of molten earth and rubble making it a chaotic, hellish scene.
"We don't have enough firepower for this...not in a conventional fight," Colonel noted to no one in particular. "Not with how beat up we are." A swift flick of his saber, bringing it up to bear and looking ready to immediately leap into battle regardless, immediately followed his words. "....and so we'll have to resort to other methods."
The blade of his saber immediately flared up with a brighter glow, casting flickering emerald sparks about him in a wild profusion, throwing his entire body into a shroud of green and shadow. His heaviest firepower was locked, a precaution to stop him from overtaxing his system to too large a degree, but he still had enough to hopefully put at dent in this monstrosity.
He didn't make his move right away. He waited for his allies to do that, most of them being more nimble than he was, especially in his damaged state. He merely leveled off the blade of his primary weapon at the rampaging dragon, staring it down with his usual unflinching, steel-hard expression. If he held any fear about bringing the sights of such an overwhelming force to himself, he gave no indication of it. Fear was one of the kinder things you could feel...it let you know when you should be worried, when you were in danger, when you should run, or at least be cautious. It was tied directly into self-preservation and the instinct to keep oneself safe.
Every such 'kind' emotion and the capability to ever experience them had been forcefully ripped out of Colonel.
But before his lack of such a feeling could land him in a very poor situation, he heard the telepathic voice of the God Hood echo in his mind. It was a sound move, to exploit a weak point. And his sword arm slowly lowered from its ready state, and he immediately broke off to one side, breaking into his long-paced, almost lumbering stride. His movement was slow, but steady and sure, taking him along in bounds and short hops as much as actual strides, cutting a wide circle around the field of devastation. To a casual observer, it might have even looked like he was actively fleeing.
But when the call about the flash bang went out, he cut his path at a sharp angle, vaulting over the blasted-out husk of one of the stonework huts of the gorons, and vanished from sight amid the blinding flash of the grenade.
For several long seconds, the synthetic warrior seemed to have disappeared entirely. The dragon let its fury be known, even in its temporarily blinded state, and its perceived prey did their best to harry and combat it as their assorted capabilities allowed.
It was at that point that careful eyes would finally see Colonel make his appearance once again, making a powerful leap up out of a cloud of ash, sailing several meters up to land with a ponderous crash atop what was left of cliff overlooking the skeleton of the village below. His sword raised up again, the end of the blade pointing at the dragon. The blade abruptly flickered and sputtered, shutting off entirely, and from the emitter, a burst of energy erupted, along with a cascade of sparks.
Like a miniature emerald comet, it flashed through the heat-hazed air, and collided with the arch dragon's armored hide to no immediately noticeable effect. It splintered in an explosion, throwing sparks and streaming remnants of expended plasma in all directions, and drawing an irritated, withering growl from the so-called deity, who immediately rounded on him.
And immediately, a hail of gunfire, a veritable storm of small bolts of plasma, tore apart the air between the arch dragon's left side and the shattered hut Colonel had dove behind earlier. An individual shot would have been less than an ant bite to the mighty dragon. Even the withering spray of fire currently assaulting it would have hardly been worth notice. But sheer volume of fire saw more than a handful of the normally inconsequential bolts of energy struck the terrible wound in the dragon's side, drawing far more than simple irritation from the great beast.
And as the hail of gunfire kept the beast distracted, Colonel once again brought the massive tank-gun that was the Colonel Cannon back to bear, bracing the heavy weapon on his shoulder. A mighty, screeching roar rent the entire battlefield, and the arch-drake whirled about, coiling in on itself to keep its wound from being exposed to the withering hail of plasma fire any longer, and drawing a deep breath, no doubt readying a devastating blast of flame within its maw to incinerate the soldiers summoned by the cyber-soldier.
And just as it spread its jaws to let forth its deathly breath, the signature, deafening crash of the colonel cannon's firing sounded, and an explosion engulfed the back of the drake's head in a plume of smoke and shrapnel.
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Moves used:
Colonel Army (rifle variant)
Charge Shot
Colonel Cannon: Impact:
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