The Drones moved forward from Fort Benjamin like, well, insects.
The IND captured one of Natura's Queyn's, and were using them to make cheap, efficient insect soldiers.
The Queyn issued orders via the hive mind she established at birth.
Search. Eradicate. Search. Eradicate. she repeated over and over in the insect's feeble minds.
A Throne escort glided over the surface of the sand at the Feild of Benjamin prepairing for the showdown by ingraining into the ground and using their glyph rings to form turrets.
"It's the first major battle," whispered a long obselete Arkknight. The only place where his kind were needed was at the Chancellor's Palace as honor gaurds to Chancellor Versaii.
"Doesn't mean we're done," said his comrade in the Throne next to him, clenching the controls of his blaster.
***
Torren sat in the chair next to Tydus at the temporary Parliament on the Feild of Benjamin, incessantly poking him.
"Torren," hissed Tydus, nearly screaming in anger as Prime Minister Sheilds layed out the battle plan, she being elected War Minister after Timothy rebelled and went to live with his brothers Jacob and Chancellor Versaii at the IND Fort Talisman. "There is a time and a place to be an annoying little shaza. A Parliamentary meeting with Honor Gaurd Mother standing right behind us is not that time."
Torren frowned. "I am not a fly," he retorted, hearing the word for the first time in a while.
Mother growled behind them, wishing for a reason to snap someone's neck but realizing murder is wrong.
Tydus reached for his glass of Ambrosia just as Torren decided to poke his stomach.
The semiacidic substance spewed from his mouth.
"TORREN AQUARIUS OCEANIUS!" Tydus screamed in a mad rage, not caring how many Parliamentarians were listening. "YOU BAZKA! YOU DESPOSI! YOU MALIKIAN! SCUM OF THE EARTH, PAY ATTENTION TO THE FLIPPING PRIME MINISTER'S FLIPPING SPEECH!"
Torren cowered on the floor, and Mrs. Sheilds cleared her throat.
"Mr. Oceanius," she said in her clear, bell-like voice as Tydus' cheeks turned lava-red. "If you're done, may we continue?"
Tydus' voice was barely audiable.
"Yes, Excellency," he replied, helping Torren up and giving him an apology handshake before sitting down.
Mother started poking them both.
The IND captured one of Natura's Queyn's, and were using them to make cheap, efficient insect soldiers.
The Queyn issued orders via the hive mind she established at birth.
Search. Eradicate. Search. Eradicate. she repeated over and over in the insect's feeble minds.
A Throne escort glided over the surface of the sand at the Feild of Benjamin prepairing for the showdown by ingraining into the ground and using their glyph rings to form turrets.
"It's the first major battle," whispered a long obselete Arkknight. The only place where his kind were needed was at the Chancellor's Palace as honor gaurds to Chancellor Versaii.
"Doesn't mean we're done," said his comrade in the Throne next to him, clenching the controls of his blaster.
***
Torren sat in the chair next to Tydus at the temporary Parliament on the Feild of Benjamin, incessantly poking him.
"Torren," hissed Tydus, nearly screaming in anger as Prime Minister Sheilds layed out the battle plan, she being elected War Minister after Timothy rebelled and went to live with his brothers Jacob and Chancellor Versaii at the IND Fort Talisman. "There is a time and a place to be an annoying little shaza. A Parliamentary meeting with Honor Gaurd Mother standing right behind us is not that time."
Torren frowned. "I am not a fly," he retorted, hearing the word for the first time in a while.
Mother growled behind them, wishing for a reason to snap someone's neck but realizing murder is wrong.
Tydus reached for his glass of Ambrosia just as Torren decided to poke his stomach.
The semiacidic substance spewed from his mouth.
"TORREN AQUARIUS OCEANIUS!" Tydus screamed in a mad rage, not caring how many Parliamentarians were listening. "YOU BAZKA! YOU DESPOSI! YOU MALIKIAN! SCUM OF THE EARTH, PAY ATTENTION TO THE FLIPPING PRIME MINISTER'S FLIPPING SPEECH!"
Torren cowered on the floor, and Mrs. Sheilds cleared her throat.
"Mr. Oceanius," she said in her clear, bell-like voice as Tydus' cheeks turned lava-red. "If you're done, may we continue?"
Tydus' voice was barely audiable.
"Yes, Excellency," he replied, helping Torren up and giving him an apology handshake before sitting down.
Mother started poking them both.
Written and copyrighted by Zane Luxuria Zenon
Loud and obnoxious shrieks of utter terror were unleashed through the walls of the deceased man who was only referred to as The Doctor. It was no surprise for people indigenous to the area, which is a grand total of one. Screams happen all the time, and he despises them. The very person who causes the yelling is the one who hates it, irony at it's finest. His name is Dsy, a teenage boy who has Amnesia and short-term memory loss.
"I hate the loud noises, I fucking told you!"
His angry remark was followed by the clanking sound of a cleaver. His generic black clothes were slathered in in blood. He smirked at the decapitated head of yet another victim.
"Another sin for humanity, another strain on my blade."
Loud and obnoxious shrieks of utter terror were unleashed through the walls of the deceased man who was only referred to as The Doctor. It was no surprise for people indigenous to the area, which is a grand total of one. Screams happen all the time, and he despises them. The very person who causes the yelling is the one who hates it, irony at it's finest. His name is Dsy, a teenage boy who has Amnesia and short-term memory loss.
"I hate the loud noises, I fucking told you!"
His angry remark was followed by the clanking sound of a cleaver. His generic black clothes were slathered in in blood. He smirked at the decapitated head of yet another victim.
"Another sin for humanity, another strain on my blade."
Midnight Stormcloud
Meh....
If you didn't know, I'll break the sad(in my opinion)news. MephilesTheDark, an awesome artist and a close e-buddy to me, is leaving this spot. Sure I cried, but now...I'm getting kind of angry.
She mentioned this: "It's so damned with recolors...", along with other reasons that she knows herself.
I, now am slightly mad with recolorers. Yes, this issue is argued about constantly, and people just are tired of it. I'm tired of it too, so I'll let this go after a while. So don't expect me in the recolor "war" anytime soon.
But this is not a "PLZCOMEBACK!!!!" letter, that would be....well, stupid, to say the least. I just felt the need to say this. I can understand why she decided to leave, and will not question any further.
...I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.
~Jeremiah 31:13
If you didn't know, I'll break the sad(in my opinion)news. MephilesTheDark, an awesome artist and a close e-buddy to me, is leaving this spot. Sure I cried, but now...I'm getting kind of angry.
She mentioned this: "It's so damned with recolors...", along with other reasons that she knows herself.
I, now am slightly mad with recolorers. Yes, this issue is argued about constantly, and people just are tired of it. I'm tired of it too, so I'll let this go after a while. So don't expect me in the recolor "war" anytime soon.
But this is not a "PLZCOMEBACK!!!!" letter, that would be....well, stupid, to say the least. I just felt the need to say this. I can understand why she decided to leave, and will not question any further.
...I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.
~Jeremiah 31:13
