The Ultimate Organization III+.5

OOC: I'll just wait for everybody.

 

OOC: Post Ravakov Pirate! Xardius blasted him with a giant wave of blue-white blade energy!!!

BIC: Tyre flipped backwards away from Kardas' giant hands.

"Well, well, well," Tyre smirked. "Look who it is."

In answer, Kardas roared, collapsing both ends of the tunnel, leaving the tunnel pitch black.

The only answer was Tyre's chuckle, and a "Thank you."

Then the screaming began.

 

"So... Eat any good salsa lately?" One U.P.A. guard on a far away world asked another...

 

The blast hit Ravakov's machine with a small poofing noise. The machine didn't even seem like it had been dented.

"Ha! You're are going to have to try harder than that!" Ravakov chuckled, as several weapons appeared on the shoulders of the Prometheus Mk. II.

***

"Start running," Pharell told Echo. "If you can't well...I guess I'll just have to drag you along."

 

"Duh... okay," Ecko said, following Pharell...

***

Skinnar had a certain pep, a uncanny pop, a narcissistically expressed glare in his step...

 

Xardius shook his head. "I'm not going to on you; you're not worth it..."

Leaping into the air above the machine, Xardius spun around, summoning energy from the atmosphere into a vacuum sphere.

"No metal can withstand this," Xardius said. "This will drill a hole straight through."

Aiming the vacuum sphere downwards, Xardius released it in a column of compressed air that hit Ravakov's machine in the shoulder, then expanded shoving the metal out of the way, straight through the shoulder into the ground.

"Eat that!" Xardius yelled.

 

The metal merely repaired itself almost immediately. Ravakov scoffed at Xardius' attempts.

"The beauty of this machine is that I don't even need my magnetic powers to make repairs!" Ravakov snarled, launching several homing missles in Xardius' direction. "This is the metal of the gods!"

 

"Have you ever heard the reference about how once a sword is broken, you can reforge it?" Xardius asked. "But you know that the sword will always break again."

Xardius calmly skipped across the missiles as they exploded behind him, landing near the hole he'd created. Stepping over to the spot, he raised a fist and punched down.

The metal buckled, snapped, and burst open, leaving the hole open again.

"Same thing," Xardius grinned. "Applies to all metal."

Jumping inside the man-sized hole, Xardius braced himself, letting his power fill him. As the metal began rejoining, Xardius heated up...

 

Unfortunately, not even the fires of the Phoenix were more powerful than the fires of Hephaestus. THe metal only absored the heat, causing it to regenerate quicker, and seal Xardius in.

"After 'facin' you vunce in those wretched allusions, do you think I vouldn't be more careful this time?" Ravakov asked. "Especially encase you tried to break into my machine.

Suddenly, jets of ice cold liquid nitrogen hit Xardius, freezing him in place.

 

Hmph, that's what he thinks, Xardius thought. But, unfortunately for him, this has happened before. No one burns hotter than me.

Seconds later, the hydrogen burst, leaving Xardius freed.

"And now we dance!" Xardius roared, blasting heat hotter than the hottest supernova. The metal vaporized around him, leaving him in a bubble of superheated gaseous metal.

Twisting, Xardius used his control over metal (small but...) to force the metal to recombine in a certain way. As it cooled, the small area around Xardius that had been affected coalesced into his hand. Hilt, blade.

"Sword," Xardius said, raising a hand and blasted wind upwards, leaping up and exiting the hole, landing on Ravakov's shoulder.

"Hey, Ravakov, your machine's pretty tight," Xardius said. "But, you know, unless you can really kill me, you're going to have a tough time."

 

That much heat burned a considerable hull through the machine. The burning hot heat still sizzled through the air as the gas started to form into a solid once more. Larger, bigger, more dangerous. Such was the might of Hephaestus' magic metal.

"Yes!" Ravakov smiled in triumph. "Experiment successful! Let me introduce you to the Prometheus Mk. III!"

Suddenly, a pincer attached to a wire-like tendril grabbed Xardius by the neck tossing him into the air. Afterward, a beam shot forward at him, suspending him in place, while another canon shot a beam of concentrated ion beams at the Phoenix. Ravakov wasn't planning on that defeating him, but if it furthered his experiment...

 

"Hmph, fine," Xardius said in the midst of it all. "If that's how you want to play..."

Xardius' eyes glowed red. "Then I'm going to kill you."

Power blew apart the air, ripped apart the atoms, causing an atomic explosion that threw the machine to the ground. In the midst of it all, Xardius disappeared.

He reappeared when he picked the downed machine up, grunting with the effort as he threw it into the air. Sword out, slice, slice, slice.

The machine's armor seemed to withstand the blows, simply flying farther into the air. Xardius appeared on top of the machine, flipping it over and kicking it far away into a mountain.

Xardius' next kick leveled it through the mountain, driving it straight through to the other side.

Xardius kicked off the crumbling mountain towards the fallen machine...

OOC: Not that that will hurt it at all, but it's just to gear up my next attack...

 

"Of course you realize, this means var, "Ravakov spat as his machine grabbed Xardius suddenly, tossed him into the air,and pelted him with machine gun fire.


Then it shot at him with a rocket launcher.

Each rocket was loaded with equal energy as his atomic explosion.

Then it hit Xardius with an electric beam attack.

Then it lifted Xardius up with a gravitational beam, before violently slamming him into the dirt.

OOC: Your turn.

 

OOC: OK.

BIC: Xardius flicked dirt out of his ears. "That all you got? Honestly, you just don't get it do you?"

Xardius appeared on the machine's shoulder. "Or maybe you just can't see it happening."

Xardius pressed a finger to the head of the machine. With a mighty roar, the entire machine began shuddering, shaking violently.

"You can't kill a Phoenix," Xardius said as the machine's shaking became bigger and bigger. "You can only hurt it. Or maybe it's just me, but.......once I die one way, I never die like that again. And the more power I'm holding, the faster it is for me to regenerate."

"You want to know why your machine is shaking so much?" Xardius asked. "Think of it like a charge moving from one thing to another. I'm sucking all the energy out of your robot that's yours and replacing it with mine. By now..."

The entire machine exploded, sending pieces of metal and Ravakov flying.

Xardius landed on the ground. "It's too late for you to do anything. Your machine will regenerate, but you're out of it. And now you're mine."

OOC: So, Pirate...how do you beat your machine really?

 

OOC: You really want to know? Okay, I'll tell you...Flick the off switch. I'm totally serious with that.

BIC: "Fine," Ravakov sighed, as the machine started to piece itself together.. "I'll toy vith you and your idiocy for a vhile..."

 

OOC: Well, I thought of three ways: One, keep ripping apart it until it runs out of energy to meld itself back together. Two, melt it and spread the atoms far away so it can't meld back together; the attraction won't be strong enough. Or three, mess up the attraction of the atoms by sending strong electrical impulses.

But that works.

BIC: Xardius prepared himself for Ravakov's attack...

 

Ravakov rushed at Xardius, punching him in the gut, and sending him flying back towards the forest. Ravakov laughed, though this was mostly a bluff.

 

Xardius, in turn, slammed the hilt of his sword into the side of Ravakov's head. And punched him for good measure.

 

The machine had fully regenrated by now, bigger and heavily armed to the teeth. Ravakov hovered back into his pilot's chair, grinning cruelly1

"Now, you vill know vhat true power is!" Ravaov shouted, once again sounding triumphant.

OOC: did you know there was a 20 word minimu on posts here now? I didn't, until recently. Huh...

 

OOC: Who cares? These rules are never enforced... unless you have like a 400 page thread, *cough* us *cough*...