07-06-2017, 03:53 PM
“Hey, kid, what are these things?”
The rough, menacing voice came seemingly out of nowhere. Then, from a small copse of utterly perfect trees, strode Lord Dominator, a writhing Heartless grasped in her hand.
She was in her full armour, standing an impressive seven-foot-tall, broad-shouldered and apparently thickly muscled. Lava burned across both gloves, lightly singeing the Heartless as it struggled to try and get free from her grasp.
Then, the faceplate of her visor rose, and revealed a smirking face. She rolled her eyes, and cocked her head to the side.
“They sure seem to love you.”
Her voice was a lot more feminine all of a sudden, and those strangely malevolent pink eyes of hers looked the boy up and down with obvious scepticism. Had she really come all this way to find this boy was the source of the only interesting thing for miles?
==EARLIER==
It had been months since Dominator had left her mountain fortress. Building her forces had been fun at first, but she soon remembered the tedium of it. Even with Omnilium speeding up the process somewhat, it was boring, repetitive work. To make matters worse, there was very little payoff for it. She sent the Dombots out to continue harvesting and collecting Volcanium X, but they barely managed to bring in more than they cost to operate. It was demoralising, really. And it was boring, too. What was she supposed to do? Browse funny cat videos on the Dataverse? Ugh. She’d already SEEN all the good ones.
Not that there were good ones.
Shut up.
ANYWAY! She’d decided to explore, finally get out and see a little bit more of the Omniverse. If she wanted to burn it all to the ground, she might as well learn the layout first, right? Especially since it seemed like it was going to take a lot more effort than destroying the galaxy the first time around. Depressing. She’d destroyed entire planets! How was it that she was actually letting herself get worried about destroying one town? One city? One nation?!
Nevertheless, if her experiences out in the Steppes were anything to go by, and the performance of her Dombots wasn’t being drastically effected by something else, she was right to be wary. She knew better than anyone that going unprepared against a larger and more powerful force was a recipe for destruction. She was used to being that larger, more powerful force. It was just going to take a little longer than she would have liked to build herself back up to that level, that was all.
Irritated, depressed, and frustrated at a lack of destruction in her life, Dominator’s mood had not been improved when she set out from the Camelot gate. She’d heard a lot about Camelot, seen a lot of it on the Dataverse too for that matter, but she hadn’t breathed its air before. She hadn’t heard the sweet birds singing or seen the pristine blue sky above, and the beautiful floating city hanging there, defying her.
It made her sick.
Setting off in a random direction, she’d soon gotten herself good and lost in the woods. This was, in fact, part of her intent. She wanted to get a feel for the land, and what better way to do that than go out without any preconceptions? Besides, she was in a terrible mood, but she wasn’t an idiot. If she came across any villagers in her current state of mind, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to resist the urge to do something just horrible to them, and she was not convinced that the defences of Dominator Mountain could deal with an assault by one of the Factions. Not yet, anyway.
If she happened to come across some cute wild animals, though? Or if some opportunistic bandits decided to try and assault the lone woman out on her own in the wilderness? Well, then she’d have all the excuse she needed to vent some frustration, and harvest some precious Omnilium.
And then something actually interesting had happened. Completely to her surprise.
A tiny black shape had lunged from the darkness with deadly intent. If she’d been a moment slower, she would have been slashed by the claws of the diminutive menace. Instead, she ducked her head down, and rose sharply to impale the shadowy being on the points of her helmet.
“Now, that’s not something you see every day.” She mused, as she dislodged the Heartless with a flick of her hand.
It wasn’t the last, of course. More came, and soon Dominator had summoned her armour, enjoying the sport of blasting the desperate little monsters out of the air with her cannon.
==Present!==
The Heartless in Dominator’s grip became more desperate, and Repliku might be surprised to notice that the usually-emotionless creature looked… frightened. Bright wisps of pure, ghostly white Omnilium began to rise from the creature as Dominator focused her will upon it, intent on unmaking the beast and returning it to pure nothingness.
Heartless? Lord Dominator deserved that title at least as much as the monster struggling for its very existence in her grasp.
Before she could complete the work, however, an enormous Heartless – tall enough to match her eye in her armour, and shaped like a barrel around its girth – charged out of the shadows behind her, and sent the green woman sprawling to the dirt near Repliku. The Heartless she had been unmaking scurried away the moment that her grip relaxed, and Dominator rose to her hands.
“Oh, you just made your last mistake.”
The rough, menacing voice came seemingly out of nowhere. Then, from a small copse of utterly perfect trees, strode Lord Dominator, a writhing Heartless grasped in her hand.
She was in her full armour, standing an impressive seven-foot-tall, broad-shouldered and apparently thickly muscled. Lava burned across both gloves, lightly singeing the Heartless as it struggled to try and get free from her grasp.
Then, the faceplate of her visor rose, and revealed a smirking face. She rolled her eyes, and cocked her head to the side.
“They sure seem to love you.”
Her voice was a lot more feminine all of a sudden, and those strangely malevolent pink eyes of hers looked the boy up and down with obvious scepticism. Had she really come all this way to find this boy was the source of the only interesting thing for miles?
==EARLIER==
It had been months since Dominator had left her mountain fortress. Building her forces had been fun at first, but she soon remembered the tedium of it. Even with Omnilium speeding up the process somewhat, it was boring, repetitive work. To make matters worse, there was very little payoff for it. She sent the Dombots out to continue harvesting and collecting Volcanium X, but they barely managed to bring in more than they cost to operate. It was demoralising, really. And it was boring, too. What was she supposed to do? Browse funny cat videos on the Dataverse? Ugh. She’d already SEEN all the good ones.
Not that there were good ones.
Shut up.
ANYWAY! She’d decided to explore, finally get out and see a little bit more of the Omniverse. If she wanted to burn it all to the ground, she might as well learn the layout first, right? Especially since it seemed like it was going to take a lot more effort than destroying the galaxy the first time around. Depressing. She’d destroyed entire planets! How was it that she was actually letting herself get worried about destroying one town? One city? One nation?!
Nevertheless, if her experiences out in the Steppes were anything to go by, and the performance of her Dombots wasn’t being drastically effected by something else, she was right to be wary. She knew better than anyone that going unprepared against a larger and more powerful force was a recipe for destruction. She was used to being that larger, more powerful force. It was just going to take a little longer than she would have liked to build herself back up to that level, that was all.
Irritated, depressed, and frustrated at a lack of destruction in her life, Dominator’s mood had not been improved when she set out from the Camelot gate. She’d heard a lot about Camelot, seen a lot of it on the Dataverse too for that matter, but she hadn’t breathed its air before. She hadn’t heard the sweet birds singing or seen the pristine blue sky above, and the beautiful floating city hanging there, defying her.
It made her sick.
Setting off in a random direction, she’d soon gotten herself good and lost in the woods. This was, in fact, part of her intent. She wanted to get a feel for the land, and what better way to do that than go out without any preconceptions? Besides, she was in a terrible mood, but she wasn’t an idiot. If she came across any villagers in her current state of mind, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to resist the urge to do something just horrible to them, and she was not convinced that the defences of Dominator Mountain could deal with an assault by one of the Factions. Not yet, anyway.
If she happened to come across some cute wild animals, though? Or if some opportunistic bandits decided to try and assault the lone woman out on her own in the wilderness? Well, then she’d have all the excuse she needed to vent some frustration, and harvest some precious Omnilium.
And then something actually interesting had happened. Completely to her surprise.
A tiny black shape had lunged from the darkness with deadly intent. If she’d been a moment slower, she would have been slashed by the claws of the diminutive menace. Instead, she ducked her head down, and rose sharply to impale the shadowy being on the points of her helmet.
“Now, that’s not something you see every day.” She mused, as she dislodged the Heartless with a flick of her hand.
It wasn’t the last, of course. More came, and soon Dominator had summoned her armour, enjoying the sport of blasting the desperate little monsters out of the air with her cannon.
==Present!==
The Heartless in Dominator’s grip became more desperate, and Repliku might be surprised to notice that the usually-emotionless creature looked… frightened. Bright wisps of pure, ghostly white Omnilium began to rise from the creature as Dominator focused her will upon it, intent on unmaking the beast and returning it to pure nothingness.
Heartless? Lord Dominator deserved that title at least as much as the monster struggling for its very existence in her grasp.
Before she could complete the work, however, an enormous Heartless – tall enough to match her eye in her armour, and shaped like a barrel around its girth – charged out of the shadows behind her, and sent the green woman sprawling to the dirt near Repliku. The Heartless she had been unmaking scurried away the moment that her grip relaxed, and Dominator rose to her hands.
“Oh, you just made your last mistake.”
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