END GAME Part Four: THE MAW

[vectorianpolarity]

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?]]

Comments

[young_upstart]

Here we go...

[He might not be all that used to aerial battle, but since when has that ever stopped Hot Rod from doing anything? Following Prima's example, he also supposes having a melee weapon wouldn't be too bad- he only hopes his light-created blade doesn't wink out on him in the middle of a fight.]

[happyduckbutt]

[So much smaller as he is, Ventus doesn't even hesitate as he soon as he finds out where he needs to be.

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.]

[originaldragoon]

[Flight wasn't an issue for Rose. Her Dragoon Armor took care of that, after all.

[She doesn't hesitate or hold back. She flies right into battle, her Dragon Buster sword drawn and ready to slice into the enemy.]

[cliffjumper]

[He obviously needed to get up there, and he would. It was just... wasn't once enough?

There was a sick, curling in the bottom of his tank, but he wouldn't let that stop him. When had he ever?]

Didn't think this was somethin' that was gonna happen twice.

[raceme]

[DID SOMEONE SAY RUNNING THROUGH SPACE? Blurr did that even before he arrived here so while all this madness is a bit overwhelming he tries his best to be as much help as he cant.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Okay the whole FIGHTING IN THE AIR THING. Kind of weird. Kind of super weird, but if there's one thing Drift's good at, it's adapting.

And also cutting things, which he is doing a pretty damn good job of despite all the weirdness. If he has any doubts or fears about any of this at all, they sure as hell aren't showing.]

insert boss fight music and cheesy heroic warrior-priest dialogue here

[winged_knight]

[Flying and fighting for a cause he's passionate about are two things Wing is ready to excel at. Given the number of boons from Vector that enhance his flight in addition to his natural prowess, Wing outright breaks laws physics now. He's not unstoppable, but he's an impressive force to be reckoned with.]

Chaos cannot break us, darkness cannot enshroud us, when we stand together as one!

[His pinions ride high as he stands tall and stalwart, waiting for the call to battle, and then he's there suddenly, in a white-red blur and roar of jet engines, churning through a cloud of drones with cyan energy blades flashing, shifting from alt to bipedal mode and back again as needed in a wicked dance that for once, shows little mercy to the unnatural denizens of chaos.

Wing pauses in the air from time to time, looking to see who needs back-up and keeping special watch for his Drift, his conjunx endura. He might be a touch vulnerable in those moments, so hopefully someone is watching his back each time.]

[skylynx]

[Skylynx was built to fly, as all Predacons were. But the boost in control of his flight comes as a surprise, albeit a welcome one.

He's taken to the air with powerful strokes of his wings. He gives a defiant roar at the encroaching enemies, yellow eyes narrowed. Then comes the bursts of red and orange as he unleashes his fire breath on the nearest group.

He'll be fighting, alternating between scorching them, tearing into them with his jaws or claws, and just outright flinging them into each other.]

AHAHAHA...HAH...hah...pretend Derp-kard here ISN'T late to the party. OTL

[thankyou4myheart]

Deckard . . . the first, the eldest, the source, the bulwark, the leader . . . of a special, unique team known as the Brave Police, no less. It's not that he's incapable of fear, or that he's never known it, but he was taught from his earliest recollections to be brave in the face of adversity, no matter what.

He's not so sure Yuuta had anything quite like this in mind during those early talks.

A shudder runs through the young robot, but then he steels himself, focusing on First Thing's First. He gets his flight boon from the acolyte. DAMN what he wouldn't give for J-Decker, or Duke and Fire J-Decker . . . even as he knows even the Braves' ultimate formation, complete with Max Cannon, couldn't hope to be powerful enough to deal with this.

'Be brave. Be strong. Live your life with courage.'

He's not sure if it's Yuuta's voice or his own that echoes through his mind as he throws himself into the fray with a cry, thankful for the powerful energy rifle he's borrowed once more from Knock Out.

Yuuta . . . I'm sorry. If we never meet again after all . . . remember me. Forever.

I don't know where else to put this so..!

[happyduckbutt]

[After realizing what's happened due to this exchange, Ventus wastes no time in making his move. Amidst the chaos of battle, he does his best to stay out of immediate sight of his allies, lest they mistake him for a target.]

Well, this is different... Prima, it's me, Ventus. Something's come up.

[If he doesn't already have a way to contact his Firstforged as an Initiate, he hopes Battle mind will suffice, otherwise this will be a short conversation.]

The Maw 4.5: The Devourer

[vectorianpolarity]

In the sky above the world, the fight was going well - with the boons of the first forged and the coordination of the skilled Marked in battle, the minions of the Chaos Bringer are unable to withstand the onslaught. They are being systematically cut down, leaving the way clear for the First Forged to attempt an assault on the Lambda itself.


But that was before Unicron himself joined the fray.


Great curving mandibles the size of mountains suddenly snap wide, crashing through the assembled armies, smacking aside friend and foe alike with crushing force.

Even the wind of their passing is punishing, their size is so great; gale-force winds scattering those assembled in the sky-field, the created vacuum of displaced whipping combatants around and creating impressive whirlwinds and short-lived tornadoes in their wake.

But even after that

The winds are not stopping.

Dust and debris scattered in the air changes course, and begins to head upward. A great drawing wind begins to howl-

Unicron has opened his vast maw and is attempting to draw everything and everyone in.

"Fall back!" Vector Prime roars across the field, directing their shared forces with a sweeping gesture of his blade.

Dirt, rocks, and even the scattered bodies of the defeated go tumbling past; drawn inexorably upward. The glyphs of every Marked seem to glow more brightly; the drag on you seems slower, muddled; like being pulled through tar. But you still rise up, slowly but surely.

Flee while you can, or be devoured.