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Post by HyperGFreak on Jul 10, 2009 17:25:18 GMT -5
As everyone turned away from Gat’s sudden nervous breakdown, Syphriss glanced back at the drool-covered window where Manticore had just been, still rather amused by the Beyonder’s abrupt giggling. “So…what, in effect, transpired here?” he murmured out of the side of his mouth to Zajen, whose good mood had been restored by the appearance of a familiar – albeit gigantic and unattractive face – and Gat.
“Pardon?”
“What Ackert did…making a gesture intended to evoke the impression of him projecting his acid sphere at his poor creation. I’m of the impression that it was a sort of trained reaction, perhaps…a hand signal sending Manticore away? Perhaps a threat from the acid ball, retained instinctually from a point in his youthful stage where it might actually have done something to him?”
“Nah, you’re thinking of animal abuse…humans call this playing ‘fetch,’ if I recall correctly. Merely done to amuse canine companions. Doggies are quite easily entertained…throw an object, they return it to you, you throw it again, repeat ad infinitum…” Zajen grinned and straightened up from leaning over to mutter, kicking back in his seat again. “Quite simple organisms, but loyal ones for the most part. In the end, perhaps they do serve their purpose as an amusing stress-reliever, and who needs excessive intelligence for those?”
“Indeed.” Glancing between Balliston and Saberon, he went on in a higher volume, “As you were saying…ideas for this beautiful war machine of yours. Rather hard to specify, without actually seeing it in action or knowing what it ALREADY has, but I’m sure the various people in our party have come up with a weapon stratagem or two from what they’ve seen of its results…”
There were a few seconds where the various members of the ground crew exchanged cursory glances with each other, before one, then another, all began to speak, spewing out ideas in rapid succession.
“Well…it’s exceedingly large, even by monster standards, isn’t it? Use that to your advantage. The humans have diamond armor that can borderline nullify projectile assaults. Force them to come in, then just kick them over and stomp on them.”
“Better yet, use some of Dr. Ackert’s nanobots on it. Don’t just make it durable, make it essentially invincible – make it regenerate faster than its armor can be destroyed.”
“Use some of those nanobots on its second power generator.”
“Give it a malleable form with those nanobots, just like with your shark. Just when something gets a grasp on it, it slips out; when surrounded, it breaks down and flows away. Have it envelop and smother something smaller than it.”
“Building off that, just flat-out give it teleportation capabilities. Don’t give enemies a moment to prepare; just warp the machine straight into their midst and destroy them.”
“Cloaking as well. No one expects a war machine that’s as silent and deadly as it has firepower. It’ll throw everyone off guard.”
“Make the machine…to an extent, what we’ve essentially called ‘prescient.’ It does require an exceedingly strong processing system, but I’m sure our combined efforts can manage without much trouble. Give it cameras, viewing systems everywhere they can fit; on the shoulders, on its back, even on its legs; enhance its radar system to sense any disturbance in its environment, from tremors to sonic waves; let nothing sneak up on it or get behind it.”
“If you haven’t already calculated it, we should all get together and ensure that there are no blind spots on Blaradon; no location where its weapons would fail to hit a target, no exploit that prevents it from bringing its strongest weapons to bear.”
“How many guns or homing weapons do you have on it? How fast can those weapons change direction, if at all?”
“Do you have…for lack of a better term, ‘filler’ weapons? For example, producing swarms and swarms of weaker laser beams or guided missiles flying in every direction, filling up the air. Not expected to down anything that comes at you, but completely keeps the human militia away and distracts the others allowing you to focus on your main goals.”
“It’s solely a matter of taste, but focusing Blaradon’s weapons on more penetrating power than explosiveness might be of consideration. With his size – and those of his projectiles – he should be more than capable of punching a large enough hole through most things to destroy them. The burnt and charred being still lives and functions…but the machinery with a hole straight through the center of its workings, the monster with a hole through its chest, will not be moving effectively at that point.”
“In order to destroy entire galaxies, I can only imagine the type of firepower it wields. Can this be applied to smaller, more specific objects, or just large targets, like cities, planets…?”
“What type of weapon is it? Heat-based? Nuclear? The latter could be used to completely irradiate some areas…a death sentence for any life forms in the vicinity.”
“Some of us could expend effort into creating a nearly impenetrable shield for it that can be sustained for long periods. All it has to do upon its appearance is merely wait there, with its shield up, drawing more and more attention and more and more defense forces, then destroy them all in one fell swoop with its firepower.”
The flow of suggestions slowed as the various scientists paused, waiting to see the rest of the meeting’s contributions.
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Post by tyrantisterror on Jul 10, 2009 20:57:50 GMT -5
Gat, regaining some of his former self confidence, said, "The deities have thought through all of the mechanical aspects of your beast rather thoroughly. If I may be so bold, allow my race to augment its biological components."
"We have incredibly advanced genetic technology," Dr. Ackert said with slight annoyance. "What makes you think you could improve upon it?"
Gat smiled. "Variety," he said with an almost sensually smooth voice. "From my explorations of your universe, it seems the life forms are all rather similar despite being from different planets, solar systems, and galaxies. Not so in my universe. In my race's heyday we had a vast army composed of kaiju from several different solar systems, all with unique and powerful anatomies. Over time we learned to mix them, creating hybrids that could survive in wildly different planetary environments, thriving compared to the natural inhabitants."
"And what happened to this army?" Saberon asked.
Gat frowned. "A particularly violent and long stretching war on the planet Mars, one we have yet to fully recuperate from. Nonetheless, our technology and DNA samples remain in tact. We merely lack the raw materials to recreate the kaiju - thus our need to harvest them from alternate universes. You have that material in Blaradon. Allow us practice the genetic wizardry we have perfected upon it, and you will have a war beast like no other."
Saberon considered this. "Nice words. But can it really match the strength of the machines?"
Gat smiled again. "Oh, most definitely. We have genetic material from Venusian extremophile invertebrates that can digest sulfur and survive temperatures as high as a thousand degrees. We have genetics from creatures that can covert concrete and steel into fuel for organic jets. We have the ability to make your creature burn highly reactive acid, belch napalm, and survive the radiation of a hundred hydrogen bombs. Combined with the machines, you can have a creature that could survive any attack and turn any object into a weapon. The ultimate fighting monster. All of this and more do I promise you."
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Post by chaoticepoch924 on Jul 10, 2009 21:27:02 GMT -5
Molku felt the message ping into her brain: "We have permission on his DNA. Condensed light technology only up to Mark 2." The last bit surprised her. Mark 2 version of condensed light technology was ancient technology, what had been used at the start of the last war. She had been expecting a release on at least Mark 4,the technology at the end of the last war, but this would have to suffice.
"To aid in your genetic manipulation of this 'Blaradon' I have been given permission to lend DNA samples of my race, the many species of the trench, and that of my races kin who is now called Arach. In ways of enhancing the Deities technology my race will be able to supple Mark 2 Condensed Light technology, something I have yet to see from any of you, if I'm correct?" Molku tapped her claws for a second in thought. "Unfortunately that is all I can think of that would be of use to 'Blaradon.' Is this an acceptable offer?"
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Post by The Great MM on Jul 10, 2009 21:56:36 GMT -5
Saberon hissed and smiled. “Interesting.” He declared. He reached under the table and then pulled out several black folders. With ease, he slid them across the long table, each finding the mark at the leaders one at a time. “The Blaradon files.” He said, “You can read over them entirely after we’re done.” He said. He saw many start fingering through the pages, quickly seeing blue prints and pictures of the beast inside. “Impressive.” Gat responded, “Tentacles?” ”New.” Saberon responded, “We were hoping the machines could help us, but we want each tentacle to have its own intelligence while also being linked to the mind of Blaradon itself.” Rudolph blushed. “I know biology and gene splicing, not computers.” “For the most part, we’re basing the new weapons on Ion Energies.” Saberon said, opening his own folder. “The most powerful weapon, however, is the Neutron Blast, a weapon so powerful it could very well vaporize entire cities if its charged for a single minute.” “And this beam has destroyed entire planets?” Gat scoffed. “Of course not.” Saberon responded, “With this new A.I. we are giving it, we will be deactivating the P.D.Ws, or Planet Destroyer Weapons, until it passes several tests.” “You don’t trust it?” Zajen asked sharply, taking his eyes off the picture. “If it has intelligence, it shouldn’t be until proven it is on our side. And I don’t want one of you putting some sort of controller in it with the P.D.Ws activated.” “Reasonable.” The Deity said, flipping through more pages. Molku also moved through them. “I thought you said its robotic.” She asked, noting the flesh that covers it. “It’s an organic covering.” Saberon responded, “More for looks than anything. We discovered that a blend of robotics and organics create more fear in a race than. (OOC: This is the general Blaradon design: scatha-the-worm.deviantart.com/art/Dec-Request-Blaradon-109109209)
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Post by HyperGFreak on Jul 11, 2009 23:43:32 GMT -5
“Mmm…” Syphriss nodded appreciatively as he continued skimming his folder, sharing the pictures within with the Deities to his side. “I like this Blaradon…I like him very much. I’d dispute the psychological effects of an attacking, would-be cyborg versus that of an assailing death machine, but in humanity’s case it doesn’t really seem to matter.”
“‘Blaradon’ files…?” Zajen quipped to his side. “It’s like that human TV show. With all this secrecy, he’d make a perfect mystery, too. Neutron blast, eh…? I’d call it the perfect way to start the festivities. A quick shot at an opposing center of operations would be help cripple resistance and draw out our enemies. The tentacles will also be doing quite a bit to cover a lot of bases… separate AIs will keep it aware of everything around it and prevent it from really being ganged up on.”
“Hold them with the tentacles, then charge up and shoot them…” Syphriss mused. “On the other hand, these tendrils could be potential targets as ‘weak points’ for severing. There’s not much that can be done to armor something that needs flexibility, but I have complete faith in the Beyonders’ capability to strengthen this…‘organic’ covering…”
“I’m also interested in this ‘condensed light’ of yours,” Zajen added with a nod at Molku. “You’re right. Maybe we call it by different names, but at the moment the most similar thing I can think of is condensed milk. Not that that wouldn’t be useful for feeding the troops, mind, but I’m sure we’ve all plenty of rations for now. Stick something like that on the tentacles and you have two multidirection long-ranged defenses. Maybe that DNA of yours can help with strengthening a covering into an impenetrable armor, too.”
“Which brings me to my next point…” Syphriss tapped the image of Blaradon. “So…where…exactly are his weak points located, or at the very least, what unique new defenses do you have planned to prevent a repeat of the previous damages? I’m thinking that you could add a ‘decoy’ weakness, of sorts, seeing as he already gives the illusion of being a cyborg…add a fake ‘generator’-like object at a point where others leave themselves very vulnerable to the tentacles to reach…”
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Post by The Great MM on Jul 12, 2009 12:33:00 GMT -5
Saberon rubbed his scaly chin. "Weaknesses." He grumbled in annoyance.
"Yes..." Syphriss responded, looking back down at the creature.
"Blaradon has two power generators in its body, both located in the middle of its back, under the wings." He said, pointing out the location on the screen behind him, "In order to reach them, the enemy would have to destroy the wings, much easier said than done."
"Oh, and why's that?" Gat interrupted, obviously impressed with the machine.
"They're highly flexible. Can be used like spears if need be and the energy field that composes the wing can absorb virtually any type of energy and burn the flesh and armor of whatever touches it. Taking on the wings is next to impossible."
"What if they are taken off?" The Deity added to his question, "What would happen?"
"Nothing." Saberon said, "They'd still need to widen the damage and break through the armor plates which is strong enough to go through re-entry. Believe me when I say, gentlemen, Blaradon is unstoppable."
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Post by stealthartist24 on Jul 14, 2009 18:04:23 GMT -5
"But what if the humans do somehow manage to break through, Lord Tchove? It could be possible if they had enough power. I'm not trying to offend Blaradon's defenses or you, I'm just asking of the possibilities," Balliston asked, looking directly at Saberon.
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Post by The Great MM on Jul 14, 2009 21:07:13 GMT -5
Saberon leaned back, making his chair squeak. His forked tongue emerged from his jaws and pulled back in as he grinned. "Then play time is over." He declared.
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Post by HyperGFreak on Jul 17, 2009 17:26:40 GMT -5
Syphriss snickered audibly at this. “Oh, the entire purpose of this Blaradon was to have play time? Why didn’t anyone tell me? I would have brought more toys suitable for such an occasion, such as the absurdly large and overpowered explosives or the highly dangerous firearms. I love playing with scary weapons.”
“In any event, Lord Tchove, I’ll take that as a sign that you have that some sort of failsafe in the event that anyone does come in contact with the generator. If not, we’ll all have to cover that base at some point. And speaking of play time…” Zajen tapped his wrist where a watch would be, then upon realizing that most around him did not have the same understanding of human culture, continued his statement.
“I assure you all that I’ve enjoyed all your company thoroughly, but as even the earthlings say, ‘time is money.’ My forces are more than capable of running themselves, but I’d really prefer to oversee their efforts. There’s planning to do, updates to make, monsters in the middle of fights…We’ve given our basic ideas already, and if nobody else has much more to add, we’ll leave, say, these scientists we have here and bring down several dozen more researchers and mechanics. They should be ready and on their way at the moment anyway.”
“And another ground crew…” Syphriss muttered drily.
“Yes, that too. This meeting has been…a tad bit protracted and prone to disturbances, and I’m sure some of us are getting a little restless here.” Straightening his spectacles, Zajen glanced over the various arrayed minions and underlings arrayed around the cramped meeting room.
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Post by tyrantisterror on Jul 17, 2009 18:13:52 GMT -5
Gat was waiting for someone to signal the end of the meeting. It seemed they had discussed all they needed to, anyway. "I believe my race has also contributed as much to the meeting as we can. Have one of your errand boys send me the complete specs on Blaradon so far, and we'll contribute all we can to the design. In the meantime, I will oversee Dhor Hra Zor's attack on Moscow. We'll keep in touch." The tentacled alien made a bowing gesture to Saberon. "Long Live the Alliance." With that Gat and his entourage left the room.
Gat did not speak a word until they were safely in his own ship. "I think that went... rather well," he said to Gray, adding, "Lieutenant."
Gray's face lit up as they phased out of the building, returning to the mothership.
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Post by stealthartist24 on Jul 17, 2009 20:19:54 GMT -5
Balliston and the other leaders watched the Beyonders exit the building, leaving the meeting room slightly less cramped, but still cramped nonetheless. Balliston was noticing it was coming close to the time he should be heading off, but he'd wait to get all the matters discussed.
"I have one more question to ask you, Lord Tchove, about Blaradon," Balliston stated, since everyone else remained quiet.
"Go on..." Saberon responded.
"Do we know where we are deploying Blaradon? Possibly a major city of the humans? What they call New York, or Tokyo?"
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Post by The Great MM on Jul 18, 2009 0:59:31 GMT -5
Saberon smiled. "Depends on how the events play out, I guess."
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Post by HyperGFreak on Jul 18, 2009 23:43:00 GMT -5
“Call it my scientist’s intuition, but I have the distinct feeling that you’ll be going for something rather more ambitious and significant than just a typical humans’ metropolis…” Zajen stood briskly at his chair, casually sliding his seat back beneath the table’s edge. “’Actions speak louder than words,’ as they say, and our own scientists will be more than willing to make everything proposed here into a chugging, steaming, reality of a war machine. As our squid friends have stated, ‘long live the Alliance.’ Or at least as long as we need it to live so that we ourselves can all survive…”
With one last bad quip, the Deity leader spun on his heel, giving a nod to the room, and swiftly took the Beyonders’ path out of the meeting. The rest of the scientists, after a moment’s consideration, quickly stood themselves and followed suit. Syphriss was the last to stand, still lolling in his seat after the last of his lackies gained their feet. Shaking himself and rising with a languorous, exaggerated stretching movement, he ran his eyes over the room’s occupants. “It has been a most exquisite pleasure meeting you all. Every gathering of races contains a wealth of new knowledge about other species for us…knowledge for our mutual benefit, of course.” With a smirk at the more outlandish enforcers, fish-like beings, and draconian, he himself spun and departed.
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With the Deities’ extremely rapid walking pace, Syphriss’s belated exit coincided with Zajen and the leading scientists’ arrival back in the now slightly emptier hangar. As the group clustered about the door to the side room with the AOMD, waiting for their entire group to convene, Zajen leant against the frame and waved a hand to his workers. “I don’t need to elaborate much, do I? This opportunity here to work on this Blaradon, with the ‘cream of the crop’ of the other races, is one of the best we’ve had in a long time. Photographic memories or notes or whatever, I don’t care what you do, get everything you can. Don’t be shy about tossing in your own contributions, it’d be waste of time and money if this machine somehow got destroyed.”
A sudden burst of displaced air washed the long air to the side of his face upwards, but despite the sudden obscuring of his vision, he turned to the open side of the bay and the newly arrived plethora of ADAM Organization workers. With a glance at a small device on his person, he drawled, “You boys are early. But then I’d expect that, with my sister and all.”
“Orlov, actually,” one of them replied, as the motley group of eggheads converged, making several dozen in all. “Where’s the Blaradon?”
“Don’t know yet,” Zajen responded. “I’m sure some Klenthurian will come and get you in a bit. In the meantime, where was I…?”
“Contributions,” Syphriss spoke out, entering the hangar himself. “About those. As common sense – and now, our own personal experience – dictates, stay out of reach of the king when you do so. Because some people do indeed ‘kill the messenger’…rather pointless endeavor and waste of a good worker in my opinion.”
“And speaking of worker…” Zajen sighed, scratching at his goatee in annoyance, “…who got offed? We’re going to need to either clone him or get a replacement. Did he have a nametag?”
“Supposedly ‘Bobrazor,’” someone muttered from the back. “Least that’s what I heard one of the Klen call him.”
“What the hell type of name is Bobrazor?” his superior snorted in reply. “It’s not even an effective portmanteau of anything. It’s just an amalgam of a human name and a Klenthurian war beast. They probably came up with that themselves.”
Syphriss chortled. “‘Bob’ and ‘Razor.’ Don’t seem like anything a race with more of a focus on s-sounds would produce, themselves, but you never know…”
“Doesn’t matter,” someone else spoke. “There was an absurd amount of splatter from him. Some got on my badge here.”
“Good, give me that and we’ll DNA test it.” Threnius’s hand flicked out to catch a thrown nameplate. “Then we’ll be on our way.”
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Post by chaoticepoch924 on Jul 19, 2009 0:35:59 GMT -5
"Thank you Lord Tchove for this enlightening meeting. I will send you a demonstration of Condensed Light technology. But in the mean time please entertain yourself with this." Molku spoke as she stood to leave. She pulled from her flight sack what appeared to be an obsidian pistol. "It is ancient and has lost much of its powers but it has enough capability to shoot 12 shots after a full days charging. I think you will find its effects interesting..." Molku tossed the pistol to the surprised Saberon.
"Thank you, this is... unforeseen." Saberon replied as the dracanoid walked out of the meeting.
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Once outside Molku looked around making sure that the exuberantly playful kaiju she had seen before would not spring upon her while taking off. As soon as she had reached cruising height of 5000 feet she began a long range broadcast to her brother andthe other elected nobles. "Returning to Norvekia Alpha, begin Arach on training runs and record it. Make sure our knowledge of tactics is seen as somewaht lacking and lower the condensed light settings of his Mark 9 down to Mark 3. There is no doubt that we will need to make ourselves appear weak with them. Races that I believe we can trust are the Deities, which appear to be humans but most definitely aren't, and the Beyonders, which are various shapes from what I could tell but we will have to investigate. I recommend we keep involvement with lizard like beings, called Klenthurians, at a distance."
Korv replied back "Understood sister, we have your recommendations and observations recorded. What of the creature 'Blaradon' are we to agree with that?"
"Brother, let us build fail-safes into the technology we supply. The only race their that I'd trust with it is the Deities and even them it's questionable. This is going to be fun my brother, very very fun..."
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Post by The Great MM on Jul 22, 2009 1:38:15 GMT -5
Saberon hissed and stood up. Placing both palms on the table, he leaned over and looked around at those that remained. "Blaradon will be moved to this location tomorrow." He announced, "Landing areas 1-10 will be cleared to accompany transport ships. Feel free to bring your men." He said, hissing loudly.
Behind Saberon, Garan flicked through one of the folders, reading the biography of the mechanical menace.
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