COG: 6 : Unrelenting Skorge

Hrm.

Why do I feel like I'm in danger?

Its probably just my paranoid schizo brain going crazy again hehe.

Well my brain always tells me a little truth.. But most of the time its just eh.

Anyhoo, the mortar crews have been dealt with and currently we are hiding out in an old hotel until control gets back to us.

It ain't looking good out there either, the once towering and magnificent capital building is on fire, crumbling, and full of holes.

Looks like Ephyra may already be lost, despite out efforts.

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[Ephyra Capitol gathering]

A middle aged man with a small mustache and balding hair walks before a crowd of soldiers, politicians and citizens. He wears military dress blues and a lithe spread of medals covers his chest.

Chairman Prescott.

"Calm my people, calm!"

He raises his hands, his fists trembling with authority, the entire might of the cog at his whim.

"I calm with news, that many, no almost all of you will not accept."

He pulls his arm down and the room grows silent, not even an echo of a whisper.

"All hammer of dawn satellites have been activated and all cities and land beyond the Jacinto plateau shall be eliminated."

Everyone begins stirring, wondering if what he is saying is a joke or not.

"The bedrock of Jacinto has kept the larger parts of the locust at bay, these hammer strikes, even if it will cause massive human death, will deal an enormous blow to all locust footholds and force them underground while we prepare for another siege and find a plan to permanently eliminate them."

Prescott holds up a radio device.

"At my order, the world shall be ruined by flame."

The room grows still, no one sure what to say.

"Fire"

*bzzt*

Sera begins rumbling. The building shifts and shakes, a deafening whirring rips through the air.

Many people gather at the windows and watch the horizon, filled with 1000s of red beams, the sky glowing with rage, instantly dust and debris overtake the city as the planets surface and turned to ash, human and locust, animals, buildings.

"how... is this even possible?"

Anya stands silently staring out of her office window, everything she has grown up around, loved. All turned to dust under the authority of the government..

Prescott wipes his eyes silently and walks off of the podium.

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The world crumbles around the locust, and humanity aswell.

Over 80% of humanity wiped off the plane of existence simply because they chose to live in the wrong cities, villages, in other nations.

Bodies turn into ashy statues upon impact, and locust retreat underground, many of their hollow beasts, brumaks, reavers, hydras left to be melted to nothing but sludge under the hammer of dawn.

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The battle of Ephyra slows to a halt, the locust have no reinforcements from beyond the jacinto plateau left, and they cannot make eholes in the city because of the bedrock. All locust legions left in the city and the surrounding areas will be hunted in the next months even years of this battle that has reaped millions of lives.

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[MC]

Well it was about time..

The hammer of dawn strike that was extremely infamous in the series, this worlds version of the holocaust, Hiroshima, and Nagasaki all in one explosive package. It is hard to feel sympathy for a world I'm not native to but I wont lie in saying a few tears may have been shed by my eyes when I saw everything get turned to nothing in the blink of an eye.

All 3 of us sit silently staring at the ground.

"Prescott, that bastard."

Carmines fists ball up, his knuckles glowing white as the blood is constricted from them.

He doesn't even know the half of it, this war is far far from over, after operation hollow storm, wich happens in like what 12 years or some shit, the lambent emerge and start the whole shit cake over again, and then after Adam Fenix shoots the anti lambent wave the swarm begin brewing in the mass graves, it is never ending for these people, but that's just the nature of Sera.

*BOOM*

Oh fuck what now?

"RAAAAAAGHHHHHHH"

A massive screech fills the air, sounds like a kantus to me.

"We got company!"

Cole looks through the window, I stand up and approach beside him, my sniper rifle ready.

What greets me is utter and absolute fear..

Skorge atop a hydra, with atleast 15 armored kantuses on reavers blowing up random sections of the building indiscriminately.

"You guys run, NOW!"

"I'm not leaving you sarge!"

Carmine, says, his arm on my shoulder.

"Boys, that's skorge. The locust high priest. We can't win this one. You guys run and inform Prescott I will distract him, once I escape we will rendezvous at the capital building."

"Listen boss, dont be brave just run when you get the chance."

Cole says to me, his back turned as him and Carmine jog down the steps.

It is my duty as their leader to protect them, even if it means facing this fucker.

System what would it take to turn my kakuja back on, even for a moment.

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[You would have to sacrifice one of your skill of course!]

Delete wipe, right now.

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[Owl Kakuja Charges remaining: 1]

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I break the window with the butt of my rifle and discard it as I weave out of the frame.

My voulge appears in my hand and I stand silently, pounding the polearm in the ground, hopefully my plan works.

"HOSTILE!"

One of the armored kantuses screeches and aims its gorgon.

"STOP!"

Skorge raises his hand and dismounts his hydra.

"Queen order. Alive!"

As Skorge pulls out his duel sided chainsaw staff I unbuckle my armor, perplexing the war chief. We have a silent standoff, with only the thumping of the heavy onyx armor making any noise.

"Skorge, mightier than Raam. Today I will see if that's true"

[Owl Kakuja: 0]

"REEEAAAAGHHHH"

My scream of rage echoes across the square, the reverbed monstrous noise, making even some of the kantus flinch.

"Keekekeke, Ukkon right, you not human."

The glistening and grim purple skin like armor protrudes off my body making me look like a demon out of hell.

"Haa haa."

Skorge flourishes his staff and begins stomping towards me.

Our blades meet in a flash, if I have any logic to go off of this Skorge is probably not game Skorge but his comic version, wich was extremely powerful, able to move at incredible speeds, having strength dwarfing Raams and being able to boost his strength with emulsion.

There were scenes in comics where he literally fought 100s of lambent by himself, he would easily match the strength of an S ranked ghoul even on a bad day.

This isnt playtime anymore.

Our weapons screech and produce sparks, luckily this thing is made of calradias greatest alloy and is sustaining little damage.

I push off and lower my torso, looking for somewhere to pounce on the bastard.

"Kekekeekeee strong."

Skorge revs his staff up, producing black fuel emissions.

"Queen will be pleased with capture."

An afterimage of Skorge appears and before I can process his chainsaw is stuck into my chest, but the kakuja armor does not let it go deep.

How is this guy so fast?!?!

I grip the staff and begin pulling on it, stopping him from pushing any further, our faces only inches away as the struggle ensues.

My teeth grit as the pressure rises.

I loose my grip and kick, hoping to push the ketor back.

This plan works successfully and the blade pulls out of my abdomen, the cut immediately starts regenerating.

"YEAAAHAAAAHGGAAA!"

Skorge screeches and his skin begins glowing a faint yellow, the colors wriggling in his veins.

Welp shit.

I am going to lose aren't I? Even greater than before the charge hits me head on, his body colliding with mine forcing me to drop my weapon, he begins punching me furiously, my kakuja dents and chunks flie off, my own blood leaking everywhere.

I return fire with some head butting but nothing seems to effect this berserk form of his.

We continue beating into each other like no tommorow but my vision grows weak.

My fists become heavier.

Everything goes cloudy..

And.

No.

NO NO NO.

I..

I lost..

I can't see..

Am I dead or unconscious?

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"VICTORYYYY!"

I can only hear faint cries..

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[?? Later?]

Uh...

My head

Fucking killing me..

Where the hell am I?

And more importantly why cant I move?

..

"This is him?"

A female, but some how familiar voice calls out.

Is that?

Nah impossible.

"Mm yess this is the subject."

that was..

No.

Oh lawd no.

My eyes creakily open.

2 figures stand before me, I am layed out belly up, with no clothes except some kind of locust leather underwear, my arms and legs strapped down by metal bands.

A woman with platinum blind hair and a mature serious face, a hunched over freak, with teeth porrtruding the British way, wearing a gasmask and red robes.

Ukkon

Myrrah.

Seems my nightmares are coming true.

im gonna get anally probed, tortured and fed to hollow creatures.

"Skorge said if he hadn't used all his saved up energy, that beastly form of this creature would have destroyed him, it seems it was wise to not deploy Skorge if his energy or physical strength had been drained at all, he would have been slain."

Myrrah adds, looking at me perplexed.

"Yes queen, the research he will provide, immeasurable."

Myrrah sits down next me in a metal seat facing a stone wall.

"Who created you?"

Ah finally, I get to use the fake back story I came up with.

"The UIR."

Her eyes widen a little.

"I am not shocked those foul mortals would also run experiments like the cog, pious cretins, it seems they were even more successful, but too late seemingly, are there more of you?"

"No."

That's the truth for once.

She stares at me, her eyes drilling into my soul.

Mommy fetish stay away!

"If you release me I will show you something."

Ukkon stops Myrrah from even thinking about releasing me.

"Did you not listen to Skorge, if he takes that beastly form, we are all doomed."

"Ukkon, surely he is intelligent enough to know he would never escape if he killed me."

She unclasps the locks.

Thanks Mommy, I mean mommy, I mean mommy I mean..

Myrrah..

That's what I meant.

"Grey."

A hole appears in the ground and the locust cosplaying as a cog soldier crawls out, pointing his gun at Ukkon.

"Behind keeingg!"

He ushers me.

"Stand down Grey."

"Yes keeeinnng."

"Take the helmet off."

He discards the helmet swiftly.

Myrrah stands silently.

"This is impossible."

She states firmly.

"I know of every locust. This one.. I feel nothing."

She stares at Grey and to me back and forth.

"He follows me, been around since I was a kid, has always called me king.."

"Were there others."

Myrrah asks.

"Nope."

Ukkon shambles forward.

"This isnt possible, all locust were created by- oh. I see.. They sent the UIR this one as a threat and gift, showing what they would be up against. Then they abandoned there project of creating more of you."

I mean not at all where my fake story was going but yeah that sounds cool, I will accept that.

"Exactly "

I reply.

"This... A locust king... Never."

Myrrah sneers at me.

"Lock this drone up, and begin tests on the subject Ukkon."

"Yes queen."

Welp shit the guilt shaming did not work.

Guess I'm getting tortured.

Yay..

[AN]

Couldn't find a good pic of Myrrah that had her without a goofy helmet so I did some ai gen stuff and got a pic that looked pretty good. You all should generate some stones into my story.. Or pay the iron price...

[Myrrah]

Chapterly Song Suggestion: F.E.V.E.R -.Ordan Ogan.