A sage's fight, and a Rebel war

[Tatsu]

Bronx watched Zephan along the way. Even a thief has to watch his own back among Soldiers. Soon he was right next to Zephan running swiftly and smoothly. He looked real quick to his right and into Zephan’s eyes, “So what made you join the militia?” His voice more curious than his own thoughts, along the way he only thought of one person… Tatsu. Damn light sage, why the hell did you make me come in the first place? He remembered it clearly, as if the sun spoke to him in a new way.

-Sleeping on Nephra’s tight stomach he heard boots slowly walking in. “Bronx awake.” A velvet voice said to him. Bronx couldn’t make out the voice at first but it was strangely familiar. “Now.” The words were slowly fading as his eyes slowly opened. There he saw him.

“Yeah Chief?” Bronx’s squeaky voice said. His moonlight black fur shined with a silky presence in the light. He reached his arm out with out even knowing so, only for it to be taken by a cold presence. Suddenly his thoughts raced and whirled into a spiral of black and white, Dark and Light. There again he pictured the man in his eyes, Albino.

“I want you to come with me and Nephra on our next mission. You will be needed.” His velvet voice rang to the Darkness and Light of the room. Bronx tried to open his eyes but couldn’t.

“Sure thing Chief.” His words didn’t catch up with his thoughts at all. It was as if someone was controlling his words slowly. Slowly his eyes opened and he saw Tatsu standing there with a white cloak wrapping around his face and body as well as his forgotten arm. Then he saw the Darkness and Light surrounding them, which rose up more questions. “Where are we?”

Tatsu’s face rose, along with the cloaks hood a little. “In your mind.” His voice drifted away and soon after so did the cold presence. Their Bronx lay on Nephra’s tight stomach, sleeping his peaceful slumber. -

Damn Tatsu.

Nephra carried the fallen man on her back. She ran down the halls with great speed but slowed down later to catch breaths. “Come on men we need to get to Zrion!” Each passing minute she lost energy. The soldier was now feeling intense more and more. Her muscles would soon collapse then her body hitting the cold floor. She wouldn’t succumb to that, she continued. With each bot she swiftly charged her body at it using the man as a shield seeing as he wore armor and she hardly did. Each time she made sure the man didn’t get hurt much. She finally came to seeing distance from Zrion. Her smile rose more and more.

Tatsu’s skin was slowly shining. Soon his body was bright with Light Eco, skin-turning light blue and white. Seconds later his body levitated in midair, Eco forming around him, entering him and running through his blood stream. As a sage this was new for him that is if he weren’t unconscious. In his alert he was fighting the Darkness, fighting the slumber. Healing his body he would slowly reemerge from darkness.

[Darkjak87]

"It was Zrion." Zephan said. "I've been by his side since we've met, and for that to really be allowed while he's on duty, I now work with the FL as an officer in the Medical Corps. Not to mention Zrion and I really don't have anywhere to go if Haven falls, so I might as well fight for it. So far, I've provided Zrion with a fair boost to morale. Kind of important, since he's one of the three Generals currently leading our forces. Anyway, do you work for anyone, or are you just friends with Tatsu?"

[Tatsu]

Bronx looked away for a moment. “Well Tatsu found me injured awhile ago. He took me in and nursed me back to health, funny the only human who would do that for Muse. Especially one who can speak, walk and well steal. Now I just think of him as my boss, nothing more.” Bronx closed his eyes while he talked, trying not to face the fact his fate was entwined with Tatsu’s.

Nephra finally got to the point, once she took a step close to Zrion her body collapsed under the pressure of exhaustion. The soldier landed on her back while her body crashed to the steal ground. There her mind went into utter darkness.

Tatsu’s body started to send a surge of Light out. Inflicting everything, everywhere. Going through the walls and out through men. A shield was created around the area to lock any bots in, and lock them out while they fired. His body could only do that for a substantial amount of time before it collapses back into a coma.

[Darkjak87]

"Well," Zrion said "That simplifies matters...Medic! Go tend to the newcomers, make sure they're alive and stable. Hadley, Jenkins, get those Ospreys started. Foreman, open the hangar door. Everyone else get the wounded into the dropships and strap yourselves in."

Much clambering took place, as the Metal-Covered men began to carry out their orders. The hangar filled with deafening noise, as heavy machinery slid the massive hangar doors aside, revealing the way into the open air. After a minute, everyone was inside the dropships except Zrion and the soldier that was helping to support him.

Zephan nodded slightly, as he put on another burst of speed towards the hangar. Luck was on their side, as the hangar entrance was just around the next corner. With one final slide, Zephan slid through the doors and into the room. With a glance to Zrion, they all climbed up into the dropship and strapped themselves in. "Come on Bronx! The Death-bots are warming up their Anti-Aircraft defenses!"

[Tatsu]

Bronx picked up his speed, with a sudden flash of blue he was next to them smiling. “Wow…didn’t know I could do that.” After speaking with them he ran towards Tatsu. Tatsu was in the corner along with the rest, but beside him was Nephra slowly resting. “What happened to them?” He asked behind him.

Tatsu’s body slowly started to fade back to its regular form. The shield was coming and going.

[Darkjak87]

"Damn it, they've loaded missiles! GET US OUT OF HERE SOLDIER!" Zrion bellowed. With a massive lurch, the Osprey shot forward at top speed, and flying through the door and into hell. Dozens of anti-aircraft structures had been armed and primed, and were now firing missiles towards the two aircraft. With no air support to escort them back, they were on their own. The Deathbot defenses were ridiculously inaccurate, as the rockets were poorly-designed and had no guiding system. However, they were easy to manufacture and carried a lot of explosives. So in short, they were very powerful and there were a LOT of them coming at them, but they could barely hit anything. Either way, things weren't fun.

The two drop-ships lurched in all directions. Up and down, left and right, and all over. It was very unsettling, but it was necessary unless they wanted their ship to be turned into a pile of molten scrap. Zrion was getting very sick, as the constant maneuvering was unsettling his wound. Zephan was doing his best to heal the wound, but it was proving difficult.

However, luck would prove to be on their side, as the two dropships finally steadied, and the explosions stopped. They were now out of range. With a sigh of relief, Zrion activated his radio. "Zrion to Torn, we're clear of the war factory. We've got several wounded but no dead. The explosives are in place and we're requesting permission to detonate, over."

"Jak is clear of the building General." Torn said. "Errol fled like the coward he is, and you're cleared for detonation. Torn out!" With a mischievous grin, Zrion walked over, and took the remote control from the soldier's hand. He stood at the window, watching the War Factory drift over the ruins of the palace. With a blank face, Zrion raised the controller, and pressed the button.

At first, nothing happened. For several seconds, the dropship was silent, as soldiers watched for the fall of the hellish place. Then, the glowing thrusters that supported the factory died. Time seemed to slow, as the factory hung in midair, as if between life and death. Then, it started to fall.

It picked up speed extremely rapidly. It plummeted from a full 200 meters, to the ground in only 3 seconds. The factory smashed into the ruins of main-town, shaking the ground like an earthquake. Metal shattered and twisted as the force of gravity ravaged the construction. In a few seconds, it was all over. The war factory lied in ruins, and a massive blow had been dealt to the KG forces.

[Tatsu]

Bronx looked at the falling building unnerving, it was a scary fact to face knowing some lives may have been lost. But for the better good. With that done he hurried over to Zephan to see if there was anything he could do for Nephra and Tatsu. The two were only lying there, as if time itself stopped on their bodies.

He jumped over a FL and towards Zephan. He stopped in front of him and asked, “Hey Zephan Nephra and Tatsu are badly hurt, is there anything you can do for them?” He didn’t know if the Ottsel could or not knowing that he is Green Eco and Nephra is Dark while Tatsu is Light. The absence of all Eco along with the very thing Eco was created from. He stood waiting for the reply.

While in his dark slumber feeling the uncomfortable feeling of darkness Tatsu peered into his core, into the very fabric of life. There he used the tree’s to witness the destruction of the Factory. If he were awake he would give a sigh of relief…however his work is not done yet. He would now fight in the biggest battle of his life, the one that would fall onto the hands of their gods, their creators.

Nephra was resting with ease. She looked almost peaceful but then again her Eco could act up once more and she could end up attacking anyone. Even the Diva has her downfalls. Her spiked purple hair made her seem angelic for the moment; this would indeed last for only a moment.