Obective: Ravage
"Cruiser, adjusting heading for the Autumn. Noble 4 I need fire on that cruiser or we're not getting out of here. Do you copy?"
[You'll have your window, sir.]
"Bridge, this is the captain, we have the package. Returning to the Autumn over"
[Copy that]
The package has been delivered, Noble Six ready to get on board the pelican. A crucial time for Halo– for Noble team. Yet Zesrael makes no effort to move. According to his mother's tip, Noble 6 survives this encounter. So the more crucial personal would be this spartan, spartan Emile or Noble four. Primarily, it's this gun that he's piloting that's crucial. Getting them both on that ship would require Zesrael to man the gun to cover fire for the both of them. Zesrael knew that and was ready to do so, but how is he going to convince Emile?
—Phym! X12
—Booom–Psh!
The secondary pelican has just been shot down by an incoming phantom, crashing onto the platform where Six stood. Diving out of the way, the phantom continued its course towards the Onager. Hovering over the onager, a side gunner laid suppressing fire at Six, rendering support from afar. Two bipedal aliens dropped from the ship, one of them landed on top of the onager operating seat.
These aliens were large and wore burgundy red armor with purple trims. These were different from the monkeys below, these had a precise aura about them; splinter cell agents almost. The type to eliminate their target and leave. Zealots, high-ranking warriors of the covenant military; they are not to be trifled with by normal standards.
The zealot on top of the seat pulled out and activated an energy sword, intending to end Emile with one fell swoop. Just as the zealot motioned for a stab, Emile cast shotgun, breaking the zealot's shield and knocking it on its ass. Just as you'd expect of a shotgun being shot at point blank range. Laying on its back, the zealot was still getting its bearings as Emile stood from the cockpit and aimed at the residential split-lip; right on the head.
—Crck!
—Bang!
The zealot's body rocks as its head turns to soup by the impact of an 8 gauge magnum shotgun.
—Crck!
"Who's next?"
Another zealot, the first one that dropped, came up behind him; energy sword drawn and active as it hums steadily. The zealot attempts to grab Emile by the helmet but–
<<Maximum Speed>>
Another hand– a small one- grabs the zealot by the left wrist. It was none other than Zes that came to intervene.
<<Maximum Strength>>
Cloak deactivated, exposing Zes in all his glory, squeezed the hand holding the zealot, breaking their shield and dropping them on one knee. The zealot writhes in agony upon the sudden pain. But before he could attack, Zesrael moved the zealots arm away from its chest, exposing it. Taking the opening, Zes strikes with his left hand; delivering a haymaker. Zes throws his grip away and spartan kicks the zealot off the onager. Drawing his bolt pistol, he shot three rounds: one at its right hand to disarm it, one at the center of the chest to kill it, and lastly another at the head just to make sure it was down.
—Whistle!
Zesrael turned around, gun down so as to seem non hostile. He saw Emile tower over him, as well as a clear view of a shotgun barrel. Not threatened at all, Zes gave an enthusiastic wave. This just made Emile zero in on his head with aggressive intent. Trying a new tactic, Zes threw his bolter behind him; it landed by the dead zealot. As an added bonus, Zes threw his hands up slowly.
While all this happened, the pelican Keyes was on steadied itself. As the pelican drew closer to Six, a marine hollered at the lieutenant, ushering him to get on.
<<Incoming unidentified ship>>
Zesreal's Neuro-integration Delivery AI built into the suit alerted him of the upcoming xenos.
(;￣Д￣) 'Roughly 40 seconds and counting, got no time for this!'
<<Maximum Speed>>
In the perspective of a super soldier, cybernetically enhanced for combat, Emile couldn't react at all as all of it was beclouded. At one moment, he had his sights on Zesrael. On another, lights out. Zesrael effectively went behind Emile at high speeds to deliver a chop at the back of the spartans neck, knocking him out.
<<Maximum Strength>>
Not wasting more time, Zesrael had Emile overhead, held by both arms. With a windup, Zes threw Emile over the railings to Sixs platform; sending 235lbs (106.5 kg) mid air.
Six seeing Noble Four mid air and limp, he ran to catch him. Just as his hands wrapped around Emile, Zes fired the first shot of the onager. Six turned around only to see the same phantom that dropped the zealots be shot and destroyed into rubble.
[Six… Go]
Six tensed a bit upon the unknown comms user. With only one answer to whose voice it is, he looks onto the onager platform. Only to see no one.
[Six… GO!]
"Six," Captain Keyes calls out, "Get aboard!"
Glancing one more time at the onager, he climbs aboard. The pelican zooms off towards The Autumn.
"My condolences spartan," Keyes offers words of comfort inside the pelican.
"There's only two," Six responded in confusion.
"What?"
"Sir… it's only Four and I sir."
Confusion washes over everyone inside the pelican, aside from the sleeping Emile.
Seeing them leave, Zesrael performed as the players did during the final segments of the game. From banshees, to phantoms, to a whole ass carrier, Zesrael destroyed and held on until the Autumn lifted off relatively safely.
(* ^ ω ^) 'Yoink!'
As per usual, Zesrael stored the onager for future research purposes for his up and coming homebrew army. Now the question is: what now?
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—Current Objective: Survive—
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(￢_￢;) 'Shit mom, really? Do I have to?'
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—(¬_¬'')ԅ(￣ε￣ԅ)—
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(￢_￢) 'Fine.'
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SEVEN HOURS LATER!
~Pant~
~Pant~
~Pant~
~Pant~
"Moooooooom! How much longer– ah!"
Dodging a toroid of plasma, Zes returned fire with his bolt gun he retrieved after saving the Autumn and the remaining Noble team. The sangheili minor was torn to shreds from the return fire. The grunts and jackals weren't spared either as Zesrael dumped his whole mag onto them. Reloading swiftly, a phantom with fresh troops arrived as reinforcements. Not giving them any breathing room, Zesrael jumped with a running start and grabbed onto the ledge with his free hand. The other–
—Bang! x10
Sangheili, grunts, and jackal toes were not spared during the boarding of the phantom. Flipping himself up, he finished the downed assailants with wretched intentions as he ripped their physical bodies with his chain knife and diresword. No one was alive and more were to be sent to whichever god they believed as Zesraels suit guided him to pilot the ship, aiming for a nearby armored squad of wraiths. Setting a collision course, Zesrael jumped just before impact. He rolled, breath exhausted and mental strain tolling.
Standing up again he took a nice look at his surroundings. Covenant forces lay scattered and bloodied. Covenant toys lay destroyed and desecrated. A couple of them were even yoinked by Zesrael, alongside their weaponry as well. He particularly liked the energy sword, something about it screamed fun. Not to forget gravity hammers as well, some brutes were into the mix too. So many new toys to reverse engineer and improve upon.
You might be wondering what got him into this mess, two words: a deal. If Zesrael could last eight hours surviving constantly against the covenant, his mother would give him a reward of his choosing. A sudden, almost whimsical proposition, but Zesrael couldn't pass up rewards like that considering its implications. It's been seven hours and 43 minutes since the deal.
Outside of the battle, this little deal between mother and son has caused great turmoil within the covenant fleet. They've sent countless– untold numbers of warriors and firepower, yet they're just another body to add to the list of fertilizers for Reach. Shipmasters were pissed, comrades were raring to go avenge their brothers, yet they were all baffled upon the idea of one man– some reports even suggest a child– ripping and tearing through innumerable amounts of soldiers, elites in their own right.
In that moment, a legend was born within the ranks of the covenant. A legend rivaling that of the Chief himself. The legend of The Dread One.
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Time passed from the massacring of covenant forces. Zesrael managed to survive the remaining 17 minutes by being a little rat and abusing his cloaking. Anastasia wasn't too happy about the anti-climactic ending, but it is what it is as surviving doesn't necessarily mean fighting off waves after waves of opposing forces. In the end, it was to survive not to wipe out.
Zesrael got his wish when he returned to the familiar plain of grass and normal wildlife– well, relatively normal. His wish, to simply see his mother at any time he wishes– whenever it's convenient of course. Anastasia agreed to it with a warm smile. He could've wished for power beyond unimaginable means. But he didn't, reason being: he's a god. His mother is existence itself, his younger brother was a god of sorts– that much he can guess from his current amount of memories– and he already has power accumulating overtime.
Why break a good foundation that's slowly being built for instant power that may or may not be needed at all? Sure having more tools would be useful even if they'd never be used– better having them then be sorry and all that jazz– what's not to say what he wants, his greed would be his downfall.? What's not to say he'd even be able to control such godly power if he requested? Anastasia is doting but not to that extent. She's a higher being, almost all of them want something entertaining. In this case, her son's story is one of interest for her. Wouldn't be entertaining to see the main character instantly bomb rush the universe… would you find that interesting?
Despite his grumblings of not having all his memories, or his silent displeasure of not having his original powers, he trusts that his mother has a good reason. Could be that his body needs maturing or his soul needs more fortifications to handle it. Doesn't matter, there's a reason for everything. He's a god, one growing slowly and steadily. There's a reason why he has the title of The Ever Chosen.
Besides, eight hours of slaughtering aliens brought forth some boons so it ain't all that bad. From his levels to new tech, it's practically Christmas for him. With that, he's going to need some time settling down and reorganizing his new toys… as well as sharing them to his Imperium friends.
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(￢з￢) 'So can you implement these toys to our tech?'
Zesrael was currently in the process of stowing away 'borrowed' tech from different worlds to reverse engineer them for his homebrew army. A task quite easy considering techpriest go coco for any new tech. As for the tech, the list stands:
Nix Saber￤Slade￤Fracture￤Fencer armor and add-on￤E651 Titan M3￤Blacker E10￤Epsilon Blast Railgun￤Nix Assault￤Nix Revolver Custom￤Slaughter EZ ￤Energy sword￤Gravity Hammer￤Plasma grenades￤Needlers￤Plasma rifle￤Plasma pistol￤Plasma launcher￤Spartan laser￤Fucus rifle￤Fuel rod￤Concussion rifle￤Onager
The three techpriest quite literally rushed towards the equipment and… some things are better left unsaid. The guardsmen and the structures all changed their color scheme of mostly grays and darker ranged colors with a hint of red. The guardsmen were a mixture of gray, dark gray, and black. A red– almost neon– accent or trims, highlighting nooks and crannies of the guardsman's attire. Their guns no longer had their green color, replaced with black and gray like the rest of their armor. Edgy or plain some might say, but when you're facing down the barrel of a lasgun… edgy won't be the last thing on your mind.
Taking his eyes off of the distraction of the newly painted army, he checked out the Tactica Control. His hunch was correct, new research was available. But these were only for infantry upgrades, a sight leaving him confused. Checking through his other structures, the Mechanized command had the upgrades related towards vehicles. Looking at his resources, he has plenty to spare. The question is, what to do? Looking at the options, he's decided to build two chimera transport vehicles. Two reasons: his guardsmen are going to need it when he expands as well as when they deploy outside to the real world, and with the newly stolen tech he can tune up the chimera as well with new research options. A pretty nice deal in his eyes; and with that said, the same one day development process has become quite a pattern Zesrael as come to realized.
ο（´･ω･｀o）'I wonder how the Imperium will handle their toys being tinkered with?'
A reaction told at another time.
Checking the day on his system, he decided to relax and chill with the greenery at… the outside world?
'Hey mom, is all this greenery the outside world?'
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—No.—
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(ㆆ ᴗ ㆆ) 'Then what is this plain of existence?'
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—Your boss layer of course ;), with you being the boss.—
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'?'
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—Let's just say, this is a staging ground for you, a safe space for you to come back to and get stronger. The gate of trials is one of them.—
—Soooo, do your best to become a great boss for one of my all time favorite protagonist in all of fiction—
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~Sigh~
(￣ ￣|||) 'Fucking knew it.'
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| Name: Zesrael Loren | Age: 7 | Gender: Male | Race: ??? | Lvl: 94|
| Title(s): The Ever Chosen￤Chosen Warmaster of 40k |
| Skill(s): Inventory￤Fusion￤Login￤Omni Travel￤Personal Dimension￤Summoner￤Language of the Chosen￤Serene Mind￤Cerebrum Pilot Breaker￤Death Toll |
| Item(s): Yharnam Hunter Set￤Chain Bolter (RWBY modification)￤Nano-Pilot suit |
| Stats: | Stat Points: 12 |
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Strength: 66
Agility: 80
Vitality: 5
Intelligence: 12
Energy: 153.5/153.5
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| Faction: Imperial Guard |
| Army: Name not selected |
| Requisition: 2479/+108 |
| Power: 754/+60 |
| Squad Cap: 8/12 |
| Vehicle Cap: 0/6 |
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