... The inside of the Spire.
Well, at least what he could see with the small amount of photons in the vicinity. The only sources of light were the energy lift they were currently suspended in, 2 more energy lifts around a kilometre away assembled in a triangular pattern, given the Spire's construction and a enormous 'tower', glowing with thin blue lines running down it's massive length, reaching from the top of the Spire to the dark depths below, it's sides faintly bathed in the faint blue light thrown off by the lifts.
The Lieutenant peered at the tower, perplexed. Considering how it ran down the very center of the vast inside of The Machine, it must have some sort of significance. Perhaps it was some sort of reactor, or advanced weapons systems_
There was also something... else that perked his interest. Faint iridescent shapes in the very corners of the Spire's wall, faintly illuminated by the elevator's ambience. Eldritch hit the zoom on his mech's cameras, but it was too far away to make out any significant details.
He pinged Dr Sient 40 metres above him, only to receive static on his radio, crackling like it was mocking him. The energy from the lift was interfering, he would have to wait and get off the lift before he could talk-
The energy life stopped abruptly, suspensing the 2 mechs in the cold, dank air of the Spire, and an ear splitting grinding noise sounded from behind them. Deciding to get a better view, Eldritch burned his thrusters, wobbling slightly before stabilizing.
The wall of the Spire in front of him had opened upwards, in plate-like segments, exposing the outside world and spilling sunlight into the interior of the Spire, golden beams slicing through the darkness, illuminating it and getting gradually bigger as the 'plates' continued to open...
Revealing a Prosk Battlegroup in the distance, made from many battleships of varying class and dimensions, glinting in the sunlight. On the ground below them, they were flanked by a massive landforce of mechs, Self propelled artillery and missile platforms, and various other artillery pieces. Slightly further in the distance lay the Prosk FOB that the lieutenant had embarked from earlier the day before, similarly bristling with weapons.
A quick 180 Degree burn also showed the pilot through the another battlegroup in the distance, with a simliar landforce below them. It appeared that Sentium had also joined the party.
The Cupcake's communication's pinged, indicating an incoming transmission, displaying it on Eldritch's HUD;
It displayed a badly corrupted order for surrender
THIS&*% S *^*& PROSK**&^$ COMMAND&^* R EG82#&^@
##%^$)ORDER*^&*$THA*%$%9STAND(&^DOWN*%$&SURRENDER^$^
(&*&OPEN(^*FIIIIIREE&*%^*&
Several agonizing seconds passed, the 2 helpless to move in the confines of the energy lifts. Callsign Eldritch looked at the battlegroups.
As they had promised, several seconds after, a torrent of missiles, shells and other varied munitions erupted from the Fleet of battleships, with their respective Landforce firing off salvos. Arcing towards the machine, the metallic messengers of death streaked through the air, and towards the open doors of the Spire-
-and then they stopped, as if an invisible force had reduced all incoming motion and cancelled it, out. The morning sun glinted off the conical shapes of the weapons. Eldritch eyed this new development with a hint of relief. They weren't going to die in a massive fireball, at least for the time being. But what had stopped the incoming fire_ Most likely some sort of kinetic barrier. But now that they had been entrapped in it, what was Lewis planning on-
Almost as if on Que, the munitions were spat out of the containment field surrounding the Machine, and sent flying towards their respective origins. The Battleships and Mechs below, having no such energy shielding were decimated by their own weaponry, burning wrecks and metal crashing to the desert sand below to join the smoldering mechanical skeletons littering the ground.
Eldritch shivered at the carnage he had witnessed. Turning away, he spun the Cupcake around on it's axis centering on the corners of the Spire's wall were the organic shapes he had observed earlier in the darkness. Now bathed in the sunlight spilling through the open 'doors' of the Spire. Hitting the zoom on his HUD, the now-curious lieutenant peered at the shapes-
And wished he hadn't.
The faint iridiscent shapes earlier seen were the outlines of Battleship-sized grotesque abominations that clung to the corners of the Spire, strecthing from the depths below, to the heights above. These things were much like the strange organic looking, reconnaissance drones he and the Doctor had seen leaving the Spire earlier, but compared with them, and Prosk's own pseudo organic aesthetic, these were definitely organic and visceral, vein-like lines wrapped around them in various patterns, laced with various metal components haphazardly implanted in the creatures.
Due to time constraints, the second half of this will be added later.
It will get bloody.
Edited by The_Eldritch_Abomination, June 30 2013 - 07:50 PM.
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ropefish, on May 13 2013 - 11:38 AM, said:
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