Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-39745555-20190622035424/@comment-34904368-20190624125153

“I’ll give my weaponry to anyone paying,” I replied, matter of factly. “How much will I be recieving?”


 * (two months later, central Zipangu.)

Damien struggled to reload his crossbow as spears of blue light snapped and screamed past him. A massive boom shook him out of his haze, alerting him to the shrieking projectile slamming through the lines of the monsters, flattening the men and monsters in the thick of it. It was a massive, steel monolith that turned aside their arrows and dented their swords, which had dropped from the sky and was sitting amongst them.

All of a sudden, a clang, a hiss. A section of the monolith dropped outwards, much like a drawbridge, crushing below it many more troopers; the deaths, however, paled in comparison to the next horror that awaited the demon army.

A massive, lumbering form, made entirely of metal, stepped from the monolith with a cool hiss of mechanical pistons and the whirring of engines. It was covered in interlocking plates of metal, and stood taller than his house was. Most stepped from it, until it began to fire into the screaming crowd.


 * (Pilot Marcus, Suit 495-ZAVA.)

As Marcus pulled a lever, clamps retracted into the arms of the mech, releasing underslung laser carbines from the armour of the mech and with another button, they opened fire. Carelessly, he swung the fire around, easily blasting through demon realm silver armour an inch thick and turning the field of soldiers into a festival of gore. Back-mounted Hellfire missile launchers spat load after explosive load into enemy lines, destroying the troops, as armoured nozzles around the legs of the machine blasted salt into the earth beneath him. Everything within a hundred meters was either dead or dying under a centimetre of salt by the time he had exhausted his missile supply.

A massive, scaled dragon burst through the smoke and fog of the battlefield, raking claws across his mech-armour. To its dismay, the steel plates, interlocking like those of an insect, wouldn’t budge an inch. He proceeded to empty his entire laser carbine magazine into the belly of the annoying creature, before releasing his in-built blades.

Massive, monomolecular blades dropped from the fingertips of the massive gauntlets of the mech, locking into place by means of pistons deeper in the arm. He jabbed upwards, immediatly ripping through scales tougher than chainmail like an axe through paper. Drenched in blood, he continued.

The pesky drake attempted to blast his cockpit with a gout of scorching fire, only for him to grab the beast by the neck and slice an an arm off. He then lifted the creature and, with pummeling force, drove its head into the ground, before stepping on its head with enough strength to reduce stone to dust. Still, the dragon didn’t die.

It wrestled its way from his grip, and took off. Ah, the one time monster bested machine; the air. Fortunately, before it had gotten far, he released three missiles, watching them make the distance in seconds.

The first, an MPR, found the target, splitting into multiple projectiles and exploding around the beast, causing it to slow down in confusion.

The second, an APR, ripped through the armour of the dragon, tearing through the chest on the other side.

The third, a PER, with micro-second timing, exploded inside the hole created by the former. It blasted the crippled lizard to shreds, scattering its scales and bones across the landscape in a wide arc. The rocket, combined with the fire of the dragon and the explosive impact of the missile created an explosion that burst the eardrums of villagers for miles around, and flattening the forests in a four speric kilometer radius.

Shrugging, Marco, with a razor, scratched another tally into the control panel of the cockpit. Life in the Order just got better, especially with the addition of these new machines.