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[KDPtheKing]

"Every action I take has a purpose."

Words Ezekiel always said to himself every morning since he was 10. They were words that kept him focused on his goals and kept him hungry to achieve them. Today was no different as he got up and looked to the false sky above through the window. Thanking himself for giving death the finger once again and granting himself bother day of life. In his mind, Ezekiel believed that the only "God" above was himself and his thrown was waiting for the rightful owner to claim it. So, when the prison guard and escorts came to open the door, Ezekiel was ready to take another step towards his dream. "Get up Balrog....I don't know how you did it. But, they let your heartless ass outahere."

"You say it as if you won't miss me Stanly." Ezekiel replied back to the officer.

"Who would miss you? You killed three head dog prisoners just because you wanted to...or so you said. I have no clue why they want to put a cold blooded murderer back onto the streets but, here we go." Officer Stanly held out his arm where his hand was holding Balrog's signature black Fur Coat. Ezekiel reached out, grabbed it, and draped the coat onto his shoulders. "Officer James Stanly." Ezekiel said, "why don't you take me on one last all down these halls." The taunt worked to irritate the guard. Stanly knew he had no choice in the matter and the escorts felt the same. Ezekiel was a man who was both calculating and arrogant. Underestimate was not a word in Ezekiel's vocabulary. So they guards knew that any cheap shot would have been met with a fare far worse than death. That is the way of Ezekiel Balrog.

"So, tell me, what is your plan? Once you are out, I cannot do anything about it. So you might as well tell me why you are joining this military unit." Asked Officer Stanly.

"It's Quite simple, how can you be a king if someone else is on your thrown while you are stuck in a cage?" The reply puzzled Stanly. He understood the cage but, a king? There was no king in this Dome. Just governments. Did what he say mean he was going to take over a government? Or was it him taking back his family's company? Nothing was for sure and since talking and being ambiguous is not a crime, Stanly could do nothing more than grit his teeth and bear it.

At the door, Ezekiel was turned over to the officers of the Sun Brigade. He heard of the destruction from the giant Mech. He knew it would be a problem. But, he would get to that crossroad when the time came.

Hours later, Balrog got out of the car in front of the building that the Sun Brigade called Head Quarters. His shackles were released and his freedom was given, even just for a moment. As he walked in, he spotted a group of random strangers together chatting...and one Boisterous guy who looked like Hitler. Ezekiel could feel the arrogance brimming from the man. It made him laugh. "This guy could prove useful in the future. I shall acquire his assistance in due time." He got closer to the group. He took off his hat and bowed to introduce himself.

"My name is Ezekiel Balrog and, every action I take has a purpose."

[Orcraniil]

 

"Hey kid, looks like you're still alive!" Yuliya said, and gave a short chuckle. "I'm not sure what you're doing here, either. As for me..." she trailed off only to give a simple shrug and continued, "Betelgeuse has been complaining about the desert for a long time now. Says he's bored of it," she explained, motioning towards the intimidating man. "So, I decided to wander around a bit. And the military is paying decent money." She gave the crowd a quick scan. "Don't let these softies scare you. Most of them are all show." Crow wasn't sure whether she said this to ease his nervousness or as just a general observation in general. He appreciated the thought if the former was her goal.

 

Not long after Yuliya's comment, a man that could only be described a debauchery incarnate appeared before the group. Then... He groped Yuliya. Crow kept to himself, and grit his teeth, wanting to step in and say something; but decided against it. Yuliya was perfectly capable of taking care of herself in such a situation. The man continued rambling on, Crow only half listened and from what he got out of the raucous rant was that this "Falkner" 's lewdness was only matched by his hubris. Crow was sincerely concerned for whomever might be grouped up with this man. Further thoughts on the impressively unreliable-looking Falkner were put on hold with the appearance of a silver-haired woman clad in armor reminiscent of dragon scales. The armor accented her features quite nicely, and her clean militaristic demeanor matched her appearance perfectly. It was quite amusing, seeing the interactions between the lewd man, Falkner, and his foil the Dragoon.

 

A dark haired male whos appearance was that of someone who might be a researcher or scientist of some description came into the conversation. Crow gave up, deciding that the situation was much too ridiculous for him, and instead allowed himself to drift to the rear of the crowd, occupied with simply studying the academy's facilities as he awaited their arrival to whatever destination the leader had designated for them. He vaguely recalled something being mentioned about teams, but kept his nervousness to himself; choosing to worry about his teammates after he'd met them.

[TheBlackOx]

Amir woke up, startled, by the booming sound of what seemed to be a cannon. He had been peacefully sleeping on a bench since he arrived at the academy grounds, not even minding as the noise got worse with the passage of time, given he was accustomed to the engine sounds and rattles of the airships of Corcoran, but the firing sound of a weapon as large as a cannon had never been something he'd hear very often, and thus he woke up with half a mind to 'fight the attacking enemy'. Of course, after getting up and realizing that there was no attack, and practically everyone was gathered in the main area, it finally came to him the conclusion that he overslept, and was late for the initial introductions, and that he needed to get there before it was too late.

Catching up to the crowd, the beastado noticed that most of the students were with a somewhat dumbfounded expression, and, while still trying to fend off the sleepiness from his face, asked the white haired boy at the far end of that crowd -- "Excuse me, but, could you tell me what has happened? It seems I'm... a bit late, seeing that the introduction has already begun."

[Ilyse]

UPDATE

“They say that history repeats itself. The question is, how frequently does history repeat itself?”

The members of the Sun Brigade were seated in a gigantic chamber, an auditorium used for briefing on major school-wide drills and/or other events. Of course, today was different: it wasn’t a drill, it was a mission, and the volunteers seated here were being prepped in regards to the battlefield.

“Since the appearance of the Dispater, we have discovered ‘tears’ within the Stahlwelt, and it brings into question that these are most likely related to the machine god’s attack on Kumshan some time ago.”

The person briefing the Sun Brigade was none other than the tactician Jonathan Ainsworth. A researcher by heart, he would be the one to lead the science division, in which Amir, Yuliya Jade, Raven Crestwing, and Spitzy Chevalier were a part of.

“It is a phenomenon well outside the realms of our understanding as humans, but it something that much be approached with the intent of learning. As such, I urge all of you not to get lazy.”

Thumping his fist against his chest, Jonathan saluted the soldiers of the Sun Brigade.

“Tomorrow, we begin the first training drill in the regime we have set out within the next week. You will all be suited up and ready for combat.”

He then began to clap his hand, and sounds of clapping from the people outside of the brigade surrounding the building began to ring out, as Jonathan shouted.

“The march is over, men and women. Get some rest, tomorrow is your first step into hell.”

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Aurelia watched the steady line of people leave the auditorium from the darkness of the top floor of the room. Sipping her tea, she placed a folder with the Sniper’s picture hanging out from the end.

“No name to disclose, no real history outside of pure military training, yet his first battle was during the attack from the Dispater. He remains one of the few survivors of the entire incident.”

Chuckling to herself, Aurelia threw out several different files. Crow, Android #667, Maria Hazard, Sophie Marie, Canaan, and Ezekiel Balrog.

The recruits for the assault division certainly were a fun and diverse bunch, but as Aurelia finished her cup of tea, she wondered if things would really go as planned. Things often never do.
 

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The Kumshan blade cannon was one of two weapons left behind from the destruction of the district. Often, it was used in conjunction with exoskeletons that resemble a spine with steel gloves sired to it, known as a metal jacket. The blade cannon was crafted using tungsten, and was considered to be the only weapon capable of piercing the armor of the Dispater.

The Sniper stood alone in the training field, clad in a metal jacket with the blade cannon attached to the right glove. Stabbing the weapon forward, he watched as the sword within the cannon shot forward and shot through the trunk of a tree, cutting it in half. Reloading the cannon within the next three seconds, he tried once more on a target next.

Not fast enough. It’s not shooting fast enough to stab the Dispater.

The Sniper knew, and understood.

The Dispater was an opponent that couldn’t be defeated through any normal means. The Kumshan blade cannon might be able to pierce the armor of the god, but with only ten rounds being able to be suited up into the metal jacket, the Sniper couldn’t hope to defeat the monster that easily.

But he still continued to train in his frustration.

Falkner walked into the field alone, thinking that he could come here to rest as he peeled the bullets off from the firing squad earlier. Although he wouldn’t die, it was still somewhat painful getting shot, especially in the wrong places.

And it was then that the Sniper and Falkner met. The Sniper was part of the firing squad. Falkner was an immortal being who wouldn’t die.

…
 

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“Nine-hundred! Nine-hundred one! Nine-hundred two!”

As the Sun Brigade were all lined up that morning, in rows after rows, regardless of division, they began the basic training with an hour of push-ups. The Dispater was a monstrous being that required almost every single one of them to be superhuman.

But their attention was to the leader of the Sun Brigade. It wasn’t Aurelia Ambrosius, who lead the assault division, or Jonathan Ainsworth, who lead the research division.

It was the brother of Arthur, the genius General Ashcraft.

Spoiler

He was known as “Slaughter”, the charismatic young man who had singlehandedly helped solidify Sarkose as the strongest military state. If Aurelia was the hope of the policing force, Ashcraft was the hope of the warring force.

In other words, he’s seen as a fairly monstrous individual, and is both feared and respected for his achievements.

Standing alongside him was his aide, Gagoze. A man clad in black, with a long sword in hand at all times, he is a quiet individual who could be seen as the man who works in the gigantic shadow of his boss.

Spoiler

Even if there was less than a hundred push-ups left, these two men captured the attention of everyone on the training grounds.

Edited by Black Sekirei, 12 February 2014 - 02:41 AM.

[Nepenthe]

Betelgeuse seemed to enjoy being a recruit. Yuliya did not. She could walk all day and night in the desert, but the push-ups were making her arms want to simply give out on her. She maintained the pace set by whatever flunkie had been ordered to whip them all into shape, but she shook with the effort of holding herself up. A thousand push-ups seemed a bit excessive, anyway.

 

Naturally, Betelgeuse had no problem doing the exercises. Stupid star. Did he even have muscles? Yuliya had never managed to figure out how solid he was when he manifested himself. Probably because he changed the density of his matter on a whim.

 

Sometimes he liked to try to scare her by simply jumping out of a wall at her. He’d gotten her the first few times...but not for years, now.

 

Betelgeuse had a stupid grin on his face. “I’ve never gone through physical training before,” he chattered happily. “We should do these exercises more often!” He glanced over at Yuliya. “Hey, you don’t look so good over there, granny. Do you need some help?” With one arm he reached out and poked her side, while still continuing to do push-ups.

 

“Shut up. You’re cheating anyways.”

 

God, when would this end.

Edited by Nepenthe, 27 February 2014 - 12:20 AM.

[Maia]

This RP is now closed. We hope to see you in some of the other RPs. >^.^<