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re_alignment2014-08-02 01:32 am
vectorianpolarity) wrote in re_alignment2014-08-02 01:32 am
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END GAME Part Four: THE MAW
The view from the sky is - for lack of any other word - chaotic, with fully half the wide field of view dominated by either the vast orange spires or the maw-filled void of the Lambda. Small, flying shadow-drones cloud the area, traveling in swarms and converging on the attackers. To the First Forged, they are nothing more than an annoyance and - more importantly, a distraction to the swift Primes, who are apparently attempting to converge on the attacking world.
Both Prima and Vector flit through the air with ease, though even their sibling-leader cannot best Vector in his home domain of the sky. Where Vector dodges, distracts, and teleports his enemies - away, or even into each other - Prima carves, cleaving his way through groups of fiends, doggedly charging his way across the sky-bound battlefield.
"To me, my fighters! We must take the battle to our foe - even if it means joining the fight in the air!"
Prima roars, sword singing as he grimly makes his way toward Unicron's outer-reaches.
"Use your gifts and join in our final, greatest fight for the destiny this world - and ourselves!"
Prima leads the charge, and with a gesture, Vector teleports his brother ahead to meet the next wave. Before stepping through the portal to follow, Vector addresses the network:
"...And those of you without the gift of flight - meet at the following coordinates down below. This is a problem easily remedied."
The location pings down directly below the Lambda and the sky-battle, and Vector Prime vanishes to rejoin the fight.
[[All those who join this fight are granted temporary boons of flight from Vector, via a acolyte stationed on the ground below, handing out tiny glyphed cyber-keys; those who already have said ability will find their control has increased tenfold. Vector's glyphed handle it best, achieving true flight; for anyone else, it is simply a lot like being able to run or drive in the third-dimension. Not even a speed boost, just running through space. Vroom-vroom?]]
Both Prima and Vector flit through the air with ease, though even their sibling-leader cannot best Vector in his home domain of the sky. Where Vector dodges, distracts, and teleports his enemies - away, or even into each other - Prima carves, cleaving his way through groups of fiends, doggedly charging his way across the sky-bound battlefield.
"To me, my fighters! We must take the battle to our foe - even if it means joining the fight in the air!"
Prima roars, sword singing as he grimly makes his way toward Unicron's outer-reaches.
"Use your gifts and join in our final, greatest fight for the destiny this world - and ourselves!"
Prima leads the charge, and with a gesture, Vector teleports his brother ahead to meet the next wave. Before stepping through the portal to follow, Vector addresses the network:
"...And those of you without the gift of flight - meet at the following coordinates down below. This is a problem easily remedied."
The location pings down directly below the Lambda and the sky-battle, and Vector Prime vanishes to rejoin the fight.
[[All those who join this fight are granted temporary boons of flight from Vector, via a acolyte stationed on the ground below, handing out tiny glyphed cyber-keys; those who already have said ability will find their control has increased tenfold. Vector's glyphed handle it best, achieving true flight; for anyone else, it is simply a lot like being able to run or drive in the third-dimension. Not even a speed boost, just running through space. Vroom-vroom?]]
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Smacking his shoulder guard, his armor flashes into place from head to toe, and he's zooming skyward on his glider at top speeds. This glider is what he can also use as a weapon, being that his Keyblade is its original form.
It's a problem that can be quickly remedied with the use of his newest alignment-blessed abilities, but the boy wants to see just what exactly he's up against before he tries anything else.]
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He knows his size is already a disadvantage, but at least he can make up for it as he pools together a holographic form...of Prima- albeit its not nearly as big as the original, and its glow is in a different way. But it can apparently still hit and slice through things just as well as the Firstforged himself.
...Ventus only hopes that Prima won't mind his borrowing his Firstforged's likeness.]
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You must lead. Many of my acolytes are here with me...but some remain still in my tower.
Please, bring them. Command them, and provide them to those who could use an extra pair of hands.
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[Acolyte round-up, go! The kid speeds off on his glider.]