Post by Darth Mere on Aug 21, 2008 0:07:30 GMT -7
This was about two years prior to Darth Mere's current engagements, when he was 18. Darth Mere had been on a standard battle mission, when an attempt was made on his life by droids. These droids were known as the Fallen Angels, and they consisted of Damned Angel ( The infamous sentient Droid that had been the Alpha unit of all the Fallen Angels, and was around in The Dark Legacy, and has lived some twenty thousand years ) Who was a very unique robot. He and two other bots, more refined and modeled after him, attacked viciously and without warning. This is the story of their battle:
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Graffion Maruhuey, otherwise known as Darth Mere, trudged through the streets of Naboo. It was dark out, and he merely wished to make it to his ship and go home. Or at least the local bar for a job well done alcoholic beverage. The force would not allow either one to become reality. As he walked, he became aware of an immediate dnager, and jumped backwards. A moment later, two lazers buzzed the ground before him, then began to move toward him with relative speed.
Darth Mere was surprised for only a moment, and then he was battle ready. He activated his own custom force power, and two ethereal grey blobs seemed to form on his hand, almost like a liquid, but controled as though a solid. As the beams aimed at him, he stopped them, catching them with his grey blobs that acted as shield, stopping the beam in its tracks. He held it like this for a few moments, and then the beams ceased as its origin overheated. Darth mere stared at the origin with one brow raised.
It was a peculiar machine, with the shape of a human, but made of titanium and without feature other than the glossed dark pink shade of the machine. Like two wings protruding from its shoulders were some strange sort of mounted turret. From each of these the lazers had protruded, and he stared in awe. What a marvel it truly was! Perhaps this strange, foreign machine could provide for him a challenge. He smirked at the though. He took particular notice that its chest plate seemed to be made of a different, more durable looking material, and that the many limbs and such seemed able to retract as though a turtle would.
He took out his blaster and fired one shot at the chest plate. It merely bounced off as though it was a ray of light shooting toward a mirror. He took note of this, and smiled, something stronger than normal metals, eh? If it could withstand his blaster pistol, could it take it the next step and withstand a Lightsaber?
He watched as the guns recharged, and prepared to fire again. Now he readied himself once more. The rays of death fired once more, cutting through the road beneath him and then crossing in an attempt to cut off his legs. He lowered his hand with the blobs to block, and did so successfully. With a smirk, he charged forward, blocking in the same fashion he had already been doing. He noticed that the guns on the droid were about to overheat, he suddenly began to absorb the beam being shot at him, and when the guns overheated, he took a step back and prepared to fire back.
His ethereal guard had the ability to absorb an attack such as blaster fire or force lightning, fire, and other elements, and shoot it back at a latter time. However, the stronger the absorption, the more pain he caused himself. Closing his left eye as he winced in pain, he lifted his hands forcefully and the beam fired back at the robot, completely destroying its beam cannons. He moved his hand to the left and sliced off the other cannon, along with the droids head. This act executed the droid. He smirked, and wandered if there were more enemies.
It was more difficult to sense the presence of non-organics like droids, but not impossible. He began walking forward, his senses weren't very reliable, he had yet to train his force abilities. Normally Mere would devote himself to the perfection of everything he did, but lately his practices of force sensing were happening less and less often. It was times like these that reminded him he should practice some more.
A droid burst through the wall right next to him, sending shards of concrete in many directions. Darth Mere turned his body away just in time to block his fragile skin with the thick layer of his robes. He turned around once more and stared at the next droid opponent. This one, however, was different. It was a bit bulkier, and painted a dark blue. However, its arms had three lines of silver running along the sides, these lines pulsed with a strange electricity. The machine walked forward with two large legs as if it were some sort of tank, ready to blast through enemy lines.
Mere smirked, this was a heavy infantry or support unit. He was dealing with some specialized unit of assassin droids, and this was their protection. His smirk faded as he saw the two weapons in his hands. Two heavy repeaters aimed in his direction. Mere cursed and ducked behind a pillar as the repeaters began to blast away. They demolished the brickwork floor, sending splinters and unearthing chunks to roll about. Then the bullets began to rip apart his cover.
Mere watched as the pillar he stood behind began to seemingly disintegrate. He grit his teeth and leaped out, running along a wall before stopping at a pillar about twenty meters away. He leaned against it tired, watching the machine spin around to match his movements. After doing this dodging for quite some time, the machine ran out of bullets. Mere looked at the decimated landscape and frowned. The surrounding buildings had taken huge property damage. Oh well, wasn't his problem.
He looked up at the machine just in time to see it rearing his hand, and tossing the repeater at him, the blade sticking out of its front ready to pierce Darth Mere through and through. He sidestepped, and then quickly ducked as the other one went over his head, breaking the wind before him and making a swishing noise before it smashed through a wall. Darth Mere stood up and brushed himself off.
The leviathan jumped through the air with its powerful legs, shattering the Earth where it had propelled itself from, and landed in front of Mere, creating a crater and making Mere fly backwards. He leaped up onto his two legs and stared at the beastly thing. The three silver lines along its arms flipped out and revealed themselves to be set of vibroblades that began to spin around like a drill.
"Shit!" Mere grumbled as the machine stabbed at him with one drilled and as he backed up it stepped forward and slammed the second drill down on him. Mere stepped back again, and then pulled out his lightsaber, sending it toward the machines head. The machine put its two drills to the ground, and allowed them to roll in a way that quickly put them behind its back. Then, it leaned back on its two drill arms, doing a handstand and successfully dodging the attack. Mere looked up at the machine as it began to tilt his direction, ready to fall on top of him.
He rolled forward just as the hulking mass of metal smashed into the ground. Before it could recover he whipped around, and stabbed his lightsaber into its head. Then he backed up quickly. That was a particularly exciting melee.
Before he got a chance to rest, the ground began to rumble. He looked down and below him, the very concrete was being ripped out from beneath, as if something was coming up. He jumped backwards as a silver machine, about two feet higher than the average human, ripped froth from the ground. The machine was made out of a silvery titanium, and was jointed like the first machine, so that it could retract into its resistant chest plate.
This machine was Damned Angel, ( From the The Dark Legacy ), and it was a construct more than 20,000 years of age. He did not know this however, and looked at its shiny marvel with much confidence. It could not be much stronger than the others. This one however, was the Alpha droid within the Fallen Angel Assassin droids, and the most sentient. Mere lifted his lightsaber in a defensive stance and taunted it, "How many of you chumps do I have to kill before you get the message: I'm tougher than you."
The machine seemed to laugh, although it came out as more of a beastly mating call, mixed with a static voice. Then, it replied in the same static voice, but now with a harsh undertone, "You will pay for my fallen kin, they were just prototypes, new kids within the Assassin Droids, but they will be missed. You'll find me to be much more difficult."
"Alright...Enough chatter."
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So, how do you like the story so far? If you thought the first two were cool...Just wait, things in here are about to get a little...bad-ass!
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NOT DONE, STILL WORKING!
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Graffion Maruhuey, otherwise known as Darth Mere, trudged through the streets of Naboo. It was dark out, and he merely wished to make it to his ship and go home. Or at least the local bar for a job well done alcoholic beverage. The force would not allow either one to become reality. As he walked, he became aware of an immediate dnager, and jumped backwards. A moment later, two lazers buzzed the ground before him, then began to move toward him with relative speed.
Darth Mere was surprised for only a moment, and then he was battle ready. He activated his own custom force power, and two ethereal grey blobs seemed to form on his hand, almost like a liquid, but controled as though a solid. As the beams aimed at him, he stopped them, catching them with his grey blobs that acted as shield, stopping the beam in its tracks. He held it like this for a few moments, and then the beams ceased as its origin overheated. Darth mere stared at the origin with one brow raised.
It was a peculiar machine, with the shape of a human, but made of titanium and without feature other than the glossed dark pink shade of the machine. Like two wings protruding from its shoulders were some strange sort of mounted turret. From each of these the lazers had protruded, and he stared in awe. What a marvel it truly was! Perhaps this strange, foreign machine could provide for him a challenge. He smirked at the though. He took particular notice that its chest plate seemed to be made of a different, more durable looking material, and that the many limbs and such seemed able to retract as though a turtle would.
He took out his blaster and fired one shot at the chest plate. It merely bounced off as though it was a ray of light shooting toward a mirror. He took note of this, and smiled, something stronger than normal metals, eh? If it could withstand his blaster pistol, could it take it the next step and withstand a Lightsaber?
He watched as the guns recharged, and prepared to fire again. Now he readied himself once more. The rays of death fired once more, cutting through the road beneath him and then crossing in an attempt to cut off his legs. He lowered his hand with the blobs to block, and did so successfully. With a smirk, he charged forward, blocking in the same fashion he had already been doing. He noticed that the guns on the droid were about to overheat, he suddenly began to absorb the beam being shot at him, and when the guns overheated, he took a step back and prepared to fire back.
His ethereal guard had the ability to absorb an attack such as blaster fire or force lightning, fire, and other elements, and shoot it back at a latter time. However, the stronger the absorption, the more pain he caused himself. Closing his left eye as he winced in pain, he lifted his hands forcefully and the beam fired back at the robot, completely destroying its beam cannons. He moved his hand to the left and sliced off the other cannon, along with the droids head. This act executed the droid. He smirked, and wandered if there were more enemies.
It was more difficult to sense the presence of non-organics like droids, but not impossible. He began walking forward, his senses weren't very reliable, he had yet to train his force abilities. Normally Mere would devote himself to the perfection of everything he did, but lately his practices of force sensing were happening less and less often. It was times like these that reminded him he should practice some more.
A droid burst through the wall right next to him, sending shards of concrete in many directions. Darth Mere turned his body away just in time to block his fragile skin with the thick layer of his robes. He turned around once more and stared at the next droid opponent. This one, however, was different. It was a bit bulkier, and painted a dark blue. However, its arms had three lines of silver running along the sides, these lines pulsed with a strange electricity. The machine walked forward with two large legs as if it were some sort of tank, ready to blast through enemy lines.
Mere smirked, this was a heavy infantry or support unit. He was dealing with some specialized unit of assassin droids, and this was their protection. His smirk faded as he saw the two weapons in his hands. Two heavy repeaters aimed in his direction. Mere cursed and ducked behind a pillar as the repeaters began to blast away. They demolished the brickwork floor, sending splinters and unearthing chunks to roll about. Then the bullets began to rip apart his cover.
Mere watched as the pillar he stood behind began to seemingly disintegrate. He grit his teeth and leaped out, running along a wall before stopping at a pillar about twenty meters away. He leaned against it tired, watching the machine spin around to match his movements. After doing this dodging for quite some time, the machine ran out of bullets. Mere looked at the decimated landscape and frowned. The surrounding buildings had taken huge property damage. Oh well, wasn't his problem.
He looked up at the machine just in time to see it rearing his hand, and tossing the repeater at him, the blade sticking out of its front ready to pierce Darth Mere through and through. He sidestepped, and then quickly ducked as the other one went over his head, breaking the wind before him and making a swishing noise before it smashed through a wall. Darth Mere stood up and brushed himself off.
The leviathan jumped through the air with its powerful legs, shattering the Earth where it had propelled itself from, and landed in front of Mere, creating a crater and making Mere fly backwards. He leaped up onto his two legs and stared at the beastly thing. The three silver lines along its arms flipped out and revealed themselves to be set of vibroblades that began to spin around like a drill.
"Shit!" Mere grumbled as the machine stabbed at him with one drilled and as he backed up it stepped forward and slammed the second drill down on him. Mere stepped back again, and then pulled out his lightsaber, sending it toward the machines head. The machine put its two drills to the ground, and allowed them to roll in a way that quickly put them behind its back. Then, it leaned back on its two drill arms, doing a handstand and successfully dodging the attack. Mere looked up at the machine as it began to tilt his direction, ready to fall on top of him.
He rolled forward just as the hulking mass of metal smashed into the ground. Before it could recover he whipped around, and stabbed his lightsaber into its head. Then he backed up quickly. That was a particularly exciting melee.
Before he got a chance to rest, the ground began to rumble. He looked down and below him, the very concrete was being ripped out from beneath, as if something was coming up. He jumped backwards as a silver machine, about two feet higher than the average human, ripped froth from the ground. The machine was made out of a silvery titanium, and was jointed like the first machine, so that it could retract into its resistant chest plate.
This machine was Damned Angel, ( From the The Dark Legacy ), and it was a construct more than 20,000 years of age. He did not know this however, and looked at its shiny marvel with much confidence. It could not be much stronger than the others. This one however, was the Alpha droid within the Fallen Angel Assassin droids, and the most sentient. Mere lifted his lightsaber in a defensive stance and taunted it, "How many of you chumps do I have to kill before you get the message: I'm tougher than you."
The machine seemed to laugh, although it came out as more of a beastly mating call, mixed with a static voice. Then, it replied in the same static voice, but now with a harsh undertone, "You will pay for my fallen kin, they were just prototypes, new kids within the Assassin Droids, but they will be missed. You'll find me to be much more difficult."
"Alright...Enough chatter."
***
So, how do you like the story so far? If you thought the first two were cool...Just wait, things in here are about to get a little...bad-ass!
***
NOT DONE, STILL WORKING!