Nemesis - 1 & 2
By: Cyrus Defloras
Nemesis - 1
Two armies march into combat, one a deadle army comprised of over 50,000 combat bots and hunter killer tanks, the other comprised of over 200,000 soldiers and standard tanks. As the tank devisions come within range, the place is lite up with salvo's of lead and lasers, ripping into both armies. The soldiers surge forth with high caliber weapons and rocket launchers, the enemy combat bots march steadily forward on their reversal joint legs. The soldiers cry out with screams of battle lust and open fire, the machines answering as they open up with their laser chain guns and mounted missile pods. Tens of combat bots explode as hundreds of humans fall, a loud noise comes from the air as human controlled flyers jet by, opening up the the hunter killers and combat bots. A ripple is seen in the air as hundreds of machine jets uncloak, firing heat seeking missiles and salvo's of laser fire. Each air force takes massive losses, the burned out hulks of the fighters crash into the fighting masses below. The human commanders frantically bellow out orders over the comm, desperately trying to keep their army calm, on the other side, the machines single commander, a shrouded figure, simply stands there surrounded by 12 skeletal figures armed with gauss cannons, weapons that strip the target down atom by atom. Explosions and the screams are heard all over the battlefield as each army tears through the other, dozens of humans falling just to take out a few combat bots. The hunter killers stop their artillery barrage and bring their cannons to bear on the masses of organic meatbags. The Robotic tanks shutter at the recoil as their powerful plasma cannon sweep through all the units in its path. A squadron of human soldiers and their commander race through the carnage towards the machines command line, the only humans armed with gauss cannons. A command walker, a bigger version of the combat bot, brings its guns to bear on them, the humans take cover behind a hunter killer as the command walker opens fire and blows the HK-49 to shrapnel. The soldiers come up from the wreakage and fire at the command modual, disintegrating the operating system, dropping the walker as it stands. They continue to rush forward and finally come up to the command line, the machine commander gives a distant ghostly laugh and looks at the human commander. "I've been waiting for you Cmdr. Leveille, finally come to stop me?" The figure says distantly. "I have Cyrus, FIRE!!!" He shouts and the humans fire with their gauss cannons, the machine bodyguards dive out of the way and return fire. A few blasts catch 3 of the HK-109's and melt them as they try to evade. The other HK-109's return fire and catch the seven humans, disintegrating them. In a matter of minutes, The machine commander is stanging alone in the open, the carnage still raging around them. Cmdr. Leveille sighs and loojks pleadingly at Cyrus. "You gave up your humanity for this? You left me for false power, I'm sorry for what I have to do." Leveille takes up a gauss cannon off the ground and takes aim at the machine commander. "You wouldn't... not to me... Please my wuff, I'm winning, the world is mine, join me." The once human machine pleads in the same ghostly voice. Leveille starts to cry as he activates the cannon on full charge and pulls the trigger. Cyrus turns to run as a green gauss beam envelopes him, warping his feature and finally blasting through and disintegrating him. The machine army shutters and start to shut down, devision by devision, in a matter of seconds only a dozen or so Command Walkers are left active, but quickly cut down. Leveille looks down at a silver ring covered in living metal, he picks it up and starts to weep as the human forces start to rejoice at the victory of their freedom.
Nemisis - 2
"Fire the cannons!!" Shouts an anthro Bengal tiger dressed in a black military tunic. The dozen energy cannons mounted behind him open fire and blast into the frightened masses of the city below, the concentrated energy sheering through the flesh, blood, and bone of hundreds of men, women, and children. A stray pulse barrels through a tall building, causing it to collapse and crush those trying to escape the carnage. "Commander Defloras! What you doingis manslaughter, not war! Those are civilans, not soldiers!" Shouts a histerical UTIC artic wolf soldier. The commander turns away from the burning city with a smile/sneer on his muzzle. "I know, we could have just taken the city, in fact, this area is already ours. Those are our civilans, which is why no one is coming to help them." Commander Defloras chuckles. At those words, some of the other soldiers back away from him with horrified looks on their faces. "S-sir?! Are you saying this is just a city?" A snow lepard says. "Yes, those creatures you are killing are good, church-going taxpayers. That smell of charred flesh and boiled blood is that of innocents." Defloras chuckles as he fixes his sunglasses. Some soldiers reach for their guns while other run behind the automated cannons and vomit. "Tee hee hee, ha ha ha! Don't you just love the carnage? Our human ancestors did this all the time. Sometimes for no other reason then boredom." Defloras laughs as he draws the black obsidian-steel sword at his side. "Now, if any of you cowards wish to do something about it, draw your swords and fight you spineless bastards!!" At this he runs and jumps off the small cliff and lands on one of the rooftops as the soldiers behind take sides and open fire on each other. The artic wolf runs and jumps off as well, landing on the roof just as one of the cannon blasts drives overhead into an empty building. He peers over the edge and sees his insane commander slashing and tearing through the populus. "Sir, stand your ground!" The wolf shouts as he jumps and lands on a headless fox with it's entrails spilling out. "Eh? What's that now?" Defloras says as he turns around. Blood and grey matter matting his once shiny black and orange fur. "It's not much, but i'm going to avenge these people. You cannot be allowed to live after this horrible..." The wolf is cut off as his commander lunges forward and slashes, the wolf reacts by drawing his red blade and parrying. "Hee hee, fun fun fun!!" Defloras laughs as he draws his second matching sword. "Commander, see reason, please. Cyrus you fucking dick, what the hell happened to you?!" The wolf shouts. Cyrus just grins and slashes. "Well, I just wanted some fun my dear friend, what's wrong with that?" Cyrus says in an innocent voice, tinged with a chuckle. "Fuck you Cy, I'll stop you, someone has to end your madness." The wolf chokes out as he delivers a cross slash. Cyrus hits it and slashes with his other sword. "My my, is something wrong my dear Margulis? Aren't you having fun yet?" Cyrus sneers as he does his trademark attack, slashing down diagonally with his right blade and slashing horizontally with his left. Margulis blocks it but the left quickly comes up and slashes his right arm. "Something wrong?" Cyrus laughs as blood flows down the wolfs arm. Cy rebalences and doubletaps his right hindpaw before using the technique again. Margulis dodges again but gets a light slash on his stomach from Cyrus' folowthru. "Cyrus..." Margulis whimpers as Cyrus rebalences and comes again. Margulis lunges forward and barely misses the bottem slashing blade and comes at Cyrus. Cyrus eeps with horrer as he is unable to counter due to the fluig weight of his attack and gasps as Margulis' crimson blade drives in up through his ribs and tears through his right lung and out his right shoulder. Cyrus' deep laugh becomes a gargled wheeze as Margulis removes his sword. Cyrus takes a staggered step back and gives another gargled wheeze. Margulis' ears perk as he quickly dives to the ground. Cyrus looks at him in surprise then looks up. "Oops..." Cyrus gurgle/chuckles just before a cannon burst hits him, completely vaporizing him except for the two blades, two sheaths, and a silver ring, which lay on the ground, red hot and smoking as some blood finishes burning off them. Margulis falls onto his knees as two UTIC soldiers come running up. "Good job sir, you got him." The first one, a bengal tiger, says with a nervous chuckle. Margulis just smiles before passing out.
*I just did this one when I blanked out, well, questions, comments, requests? E-mail me at [email protected]*