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Blood and Steel; Katalyst Training Session+Battle
Topic Started: Aug 8 2015, 02:11 PM (137 Views)
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The warmth of the desert surrounding him, Katalyst, in his first form, would stride along on the dusty terrain, feeling a sense of familiarity to this place. Strange, that after the city, and his dealings with the Saiyan, he'd be drawn back to another desert like this, but then, who was he to question this sort of thing. Mount Paozu was still in sight, at his back, and he personally wished to return soon, but first, some training was in order. His ordeal in facing Drake, it had given him new perspective, recognizing a further drive to improve, to develop his techniques and skills. He'd scoff, somewhat amused by his current outlook, as he turned his gaze towards the skies, speaking to no on in particular.

"Who would think, I'd be goaded into a petty rivalry with a Saiyan."

His mind would briefly flash into the past, another time, another place, far off in the galaxy. He'd been younger then, and much more arrogant, almost an entirely different person. It was strange to look back now, and see the changes that had come upon him since he'd first left his homeworld, and yet, he couldn't help but feel he'd made the correct choices when they'd been brought before him. Frieza, his father, son, and entire family, they were on a path to self destruction, by attempting to bend the galaxy to their will. Strength provided the means to dominate, but the tighter they enforced their grip upon the cosmos, the more it's people would struggle against them. Already, he'd heard stories of the Saiyans declaring their independence, and waging a war against their former overlords, how long before others began to follow suit?

Katalyst had no love for the egocentric dictators, believing that the universe would as a whole, be better off without their iron rule. Perhaps some control might be lost upon worlds, and chaos would fall upon civilizations to long under the rule of tyrants, and that would be the tragic aftershock of their demise. However, chaos and struggle, it bred evolution, growth, and change. Life would find a way, it always had, and with every great uprising, balance would resume itself in time, history itself spoke for such things.

However, it posed a question he hadn't considered before. Should the Saiyans rally a universe bent on purging Frieza and his dynasty, what if they went even further demanding the entire race be damned for the actions of these infamous few. Would he stand idly by, letting his species plummet into extinction, escaping on some backwater world, living a life in exile? Or would he join them on the funeral pyre, dying in a battle against a new galactic power, one that might even overshadow the past tyrants in their cruelty. Saiyans, Changelings, two powers relying on a mix of ruthlessness and brutality, two species with equal potential for suffering. In a war between the two, would the galaxy gain anything from either's victory?

Katalyst would shake his head, pushing the thoughts aside, for there was nothing he could do about the a grim future, save try to ensure he was ready for such an outcome. This would only stress further the need for training, and an increase in power, and with that, he'd focus on what would come next.

_____

Step after step, Katalyst would run across the sands, looking to run it's length along Mount Paozu, from one side to another. As of yet, he'd spent over an hour moving along, and had little idea of his progress, only that the mountains to his right still remained relatively close. With the heat blaring down upon him, he could feel his body burning from a combination of effort, and solar energy. The sand dunes ahead, he could see, would begin to loose their luster, as off in the distance, he could see the terrain turning greener. Leaping atop a large pillar of stone, he'd regulate his breathing, as he took a moment to slow his heart rate, before he'd turn around, and run to the other side of this bloody desert.

However, as he stood there, scanning the horizon, he'd notice something strange out in the distance, catching his eye. A cloud of kicked up sand and dust would be moving along the hot, barren plains, driving back along the way he'd come, perhaps ten miles out from his current position. Katalyst wondered what exactly was causing such a disturbance to see it from this far off, and reasoned it must be a large procession of some sort. Taking a moment, he'd consider the situation, for he'd only been on Earth for a short time. This simply could just be a regular thing, perhaps some form of nomads travelling through the desert stretches, out on some business. Or perhaps it was some large battle going on, yet he didn't see any signs of struggle, nor hear anything to suggest high caliber. This strange development would pique his interest, as he leapt down from his position, atop the pillar, landing back upon the burning sands, yet caring little for the sensation. With his eyes locked upon the dust cloud, Katalyst would quickly stretch his muscles out, taking in a few deep breaths, before beginning to run once more, charging along. Only this time, he had a clear destination in mind, for better or for worse.

_____

"Arkansas-067 reporting in, over."

"You are cleared Arkansas, state your report."

Arkansas-067, head of the Arkansas unit in the New Red Ribbon Army, would be standing with his back to a large armoured transport vehicle, surveying the area. His eyes, mechanically augmented with the innovative tech of the fabled Dr.Gero, would be taking in all the desert had to offer, scanning for life forms within a three mile range, picking up traces of lizards, scorpions, and various other small animals. They might as well have been gnats, for all he cared, for after undergoing experimental cybernetic procedures, he was beyond the concerns of any animal this wasteland could produce. With his scans turning up void of any heat signatures, or detection of radiation, the soldier would speak into a comm link worked into his wrist, the flesh of his inner arm peeling back to reveal the machinery that lay within.

"As per instructions, this is the bi-hourly report of progress. Negative results on any seeming detection, I believe our presence here is relatively unknown for the time being. No indication that the King's Guard is aware of our progress. Mission proceeding along predicted parameters, over."

The processing of information would take only seconds, before the soldier would get a reply.

"Understood Arkansas-067, continue with mission directives, and report back when primary objectives are met, over and out."

The signal would go dead, the encrypted line being cut, leaving Arkansas-067 and his deployment once more isolated from the larger world. His force, a detachment in the New Red Ribbon Army, consisted of five Mk-VII SHELLSHOCK Assault Transports, all-terrain vehicles, known for their high speed, and capability to take a punch in a jam. The rapid deployment vehicles, all loaded up with various units of artificially enhanced soldiers, would be playing escort to an even larger vehicle. Designated the Mk XXVI GUNGNIR, the behemoth of metal and technological wonder, stood over thirty feet in height, propelled forward by a collection of six multi-jointed legs, and powered by a core generator that could be classed in output alongside smaller spaceships. This transport acted in duel fashion, as both a mobile command center, being where the assigned science division could issue out orders to their creations and soldiers, along with being a field research and development center, acting as a point where newly "recruited" soldiers could undergo the streamline process to join the ranks of the New Red Ribbon Army, before being churned out to fight on the battlefield. The GUNGNIR was protected by multiple layers of energy shielding, capable of taking on higher level energy weaponry, and while it lacked offensive firepower of it's own, the creations made by the mad scientists within could be seen as a constant source of support to the large vehicle.

Arkansas-067 would receive a small notice on his eye's HUD, blinking to acknowledge the incoming feed to him, raising his arm up.

"Arkansas-067, identify yourself."

"Damian, please, no need to be so formal, at ease son."

The voice that answered was that of an older man, and though frail, Arkansas-067 knew the potential for savagery that lay beneath a cool demeanour. Dr. Alvern Voyner was a man who looked at the science of cybernetics, like an artist with a blank canvas, with bio-engineering, genetic manipulation, and mechanical augmentations as his paintbrushes. To him, every creation was a work of art, and to be named head of the science division stationed upon the mighty GUNGNIR, was a license to hack, cut and operate on "volunteers" as he saw fit. While the facility he worked within specialized in mass producing cyborg soldiers, he had taken a section of it's capabilities, utilizing it for his own personal experiments. So far, nothing had come from said chambers, but due to the constantly happy attitude of Voyner, one could only wonder what he was working on to keep him so cheery.

Regardless, he was Arkansas-067's superior officer, tasked with the management of all cybernetic soldiers in this detachment, so, with respect, the cyborg would respond.

"Acknowledged sir."


The voice upon his comm would speak.

"Yes, I need you to send off a unit to go and find me some test subjects. I require more clay for my sculpture, so make it snappy."

Arkansas-067's HUD would immediately show the orders manifesting on his list of objectives, displayed in a primary, secondary, and tertiary manner, being put in the final category. However, warning symbols would flare up, as a notice was brought to his attention, Voyner's new task conflicting with existing parameters. The most important factor of this mission was stealth, so that their progress towards Hercule City would go undetected, and they could establish a beachhead there for future operations, it was a prodding operation, to test the response of the King's Guard, and even now, other teams were under similar orders. To send off a vehicle, bearing the markings of the NRRA, in a terrorizing snatch and run assault, had a high probability of alerting King's Guard of their activity in the area. The cyborg's mind, further implants within whirring at this development, before he'd voice back.

"I'm sorry sir, but that would go against mission parameters, we are intru-"


"I understand the original mission, but I need flesh samples, or my work will be compromised. I have tactical command of this operation, and I see such an occurrence as a risk to the success of the mission. Now, perform your duty, command override code: 1917-RD."

Arkansas-067's vision would fill with static for a moment, before returning to it's functional state. Upon his HUD, he'd see his mission objectives, with the doctor's request placed ranks as the most important task to be completed. His mechanical mind evaluating this, the soldier would send an acknowledging ping back towards the GUNGNIR, as the feed between the two cut silent.

As a unit leader, Arkansas-067 was outfitted with a much more functional processor, along with a more advanced operating system in general, granting him his more free thinking, almost human functions. Those others in the unit, due to the time constraints with their construction, along with a need to produce their soldiers at their cheapest, would have the effect of lowering overall brain activity, once implants had been successfully integrated with the cyborg. This would mean that these soldiers, while similar to the more expensive, and overall superior modeled Androids, lacked that which made them spiritually human. As a result, they were effective in combat, through various scenarios and functions programmed into their library, to utilize as the situation saw fit, but they were most effective when being granted commands, and directed, rather than relying upon their own intuition, which had been effectively removed. No one could say the New Red Ribbon Army wasn't efficient, as the orders passed down the chain of command among the more common forces, without so much as a second thought nearly every time.

So, as the need to send out a vehicle, Arkansas-067 would bring up a tactical command screen upon his HUD, highlighting Arkansas-189-to-94. At that point, he'd send a burst of data into their consciousness, where the orders would be deciphered by their augments into directions they could understand.

The result took two seconds, before one of the five SHELLSHOCK vehicles would power up, and begin moving away from the convoy, traveling along in a direction that we believed to hold some lifeforms for Voyner's experiments. As the squad would pass out of local comm range, Arkansas-067 would simply return to his own transport, and await results of his command. A small clock ticked up on the side of his screen, giving two hours for the away team to complete their mission, and return. If nothing was heard from them at that time, their mission would be assumed a failure, and they would move onwards west, as planned. All the convoy had to do at this point, was sit back, and wait for the results of their scientist's demands.

_____

Katalyst would keep running, until he saw the oncoming vehicle, it's armoured form cutting through the desert like a knife. Slowing his pace, until he'd come to a halt, the changeling would cross his arms, unsure what to think of this, as he waited for the strange car to get closer. As it did, he noticed a strange insignia upon it's hull, a red, with the earthling letters NRRA displayed proudly. He'd suddenly come to realize, that from the lethal look of the vehicle, along with the proud displaying of allegiance, this was most likely belonging to a military of sorts. Yet, he'd remain where he stood, showing little concern, as he had nothing to fear. He'd done nothing wrong, and from what he'd heard of this planet, even if he did, their military was still employing bullet based weaponry, and he could handle a few humans with slug throwers.

Yet, as the vehicle halted, it's from ramp opening, he began to feel just how wrong he'd been to judge these people incapable of challenging him. The cyborgs, for that was what they were, all strode forth in a dark parody of Planetary Trade Organization Battle Armour, albeit made with cheaper materials, and bearing different colours. Their left arms, from the elbow down, would be replaced with a large firearm of sorts, cables and various tubes running back along the length of the cannons, to sink into their shoulder's flesh, no doubt drawing power from an unseen source, hidden inside their bodies. Their heads were heavily mechanized as well, the top's of each replaced with a glass plane, revealing a brain that had mostly been replaced with mechanics working within. Their eyes were hidden behind a visor, fused to their face's flesh, that flash a single red line, vertical in nature, moving horizontally back and forth over the small glass slit that they saw the world through. Their mouths were replaced with a metal grill, speakers incorporated to allow for communication. And these were merely the largest, most noticeable changes to the soldiers. Upon their chests, within a small red insignia, was what Katalyst assumed to be an identification number, names lost to these beings, as they were merely tools now.

Taking this all in, Katalyst was speechless, for what abomination had done such a thing to his own people? Even his own race, including the Cold family, along with the Saiyans, didn't butcher their own kind, replacing meat with cold steel, and individuality, with cervo-processors. To a being who valued life, and all it's beautiful variations, and unique developments, this was as a nightmare, to see these people, most likely their own beings, with hopes and dreams and passions, in life, reduced to waling automatons, serving some mad man. For the first time since arriving to this world, he felt fury, cold, merciless fury, upon those who would perform such savage acts. He would make whoever had done this pay, to suffer for their crimes against life itself, he promised this.

As he was in thought, the procession of the five cyborgs would march out of the transport, each movement in synchronization with each other, to take up defensive positions, all aiming their blasters at the alien. Their minds would be processing this creature, trying to match it with something in their data banks, and yet, due to their low standing in the New Red Ribbon Army military force, they would not be privy to knowledge of such extraterrestrial beasts as Katalyst. As such, they'd reach a small error within their comprehension, before the squad leader would vocalize a command.

"Identify yourself."

It's voice lacked any emotion, any feeling to it, being as cold and lifeless as a machine's, further fueling Katalyst's anger, as he clenched his fists, tail flicking behind him. He'd respond, his voice ice cold, yet filled with potential wrath.

"What have they done to you, who has done this to you?!?"

The cyborg would register the reply, before processing that it did not answer it's question. So, it would command again, this time bearing a hint of aggression to it's tone.

"Identify yourself!"

The changeling would shake his head, feeling a new pity for these lost souls welling up within him. They were beyond saving, he could already tell from the extensive surgery to their minds, hollowing them out for electric coding. Looking back towards the cyborg soldiers, a sorrow in his eyes, he decided on what he must do. Taking up an attack stance, learning from the Saiyan, Drake, he'd speak towards the soldiers before him.

"I'm sorry for this, for what's happened to you."

The cyborgs, recognizing an attack stance when they saw one, would immediately react, their weapons humming with energy.

"Target is hostile, engaging."

The first volley of fire would light up, as the Ki powered blasts raced through the air, to hit their target, yet by the time they reached their destination, the alien had already moved. He'd grown stronger since arriving on Earth, and now Katalyst could feel that strength welling up inside of him. This was a real fight, one where lives were on the line, and he couldn't afford to hold back, this was the crucible of his evolution. So, as he moved at speeds beyond the human eye to track, he'd weave around the beams, before bringing up a fist, and leaping towards the first cyborg he reached. Due to his height, he'd needed to jump up, but as he came to be on level with the target's head, he'd slam down his clenched fist into the glass pane, shattering it, and with a wet crunch, destroying the mechanics and brain tissue within. The cyborg's final thoughts were of recalculation it's target's position, and it's HUD was offline before it hit the floor.

However, as he landed, now before the rest of the four, he'd find two coming to engage him physically, moving at speeds faster than a normal human. Yet, they were still not as powerful as he was, and so, he'd react to their assault accordingly. The two coming towards him, both deployed gleaming bayonets from their arm cannons, would each attack from either side, swinging the blades in tandem. The attack would work out to slice Katalyst at both his throat and his kneecaps, as he rushed towards them. Though, as they processed the fight, their mechanics increasing their reaction timing, they saw the changeling put on a burst of speed that clocked him out of their capabilities to track, and suddenly he was behind them.

Katalyst, seeing the oncoming threat, had chosen not to go around, but to go through. As he moved, he'd increase his speed suddenly, leaping through the air, as if going into a combat roll. Doing this, his body perpendicular to the ground, he'd fly between the two blades, passing through the safe gap, as he began to flip forward. Coming into a somersault, he'd rise back up, only an instant later, now between the two melee cyborgs, and the other two still with blasters raised.

The twin firearms would flash, as their payloads were launched towards the Changeling. Katalyst would already be moving, his tail having wrapped around the lower leg of a cyborg behind him, lifting him up as a shield, to take the ki blast, being critically damaged in the process, before he'd move. The alien had already noticed the blasters utilized charged ki, and after each shot needed time to recharge, time they lacked ranged abilities, a fact he could exploit in his favour. Of the three surviving cyborgs, Katalyst’s movements would take him behind the rearmost soldier in the defensive position, circumventing it’s guard, as it clumsily struck out with a flashing bayonet. Once behind the cybernetic warrior, the Changeling would rear back his right hand, open palmed, before thrusting it forward, toward’s the target’s lower back. A wet tearing noise would be heard, as Katalyst’s fingers would pierce the flesh of the cyborg, digging into his soft tissue, to grip at the spine within. As he did this, Katalyst’s left hand would reach around the soldier, gripping at his forearm cannon, using his superior strength to redirect it towards one of it’s comrades, who even now was attempting to aim at the alien behind it’s ally. As the pain receptors flared up from the damage the alien had caused, the cyborg’s defensive parameters would engage, and in a flash, it’s cannon would fire, traveling the distance between itself and the other augmented soldier, before it’s shot would hit home, leaving the frontal torso of the target a smoking, sparking mess of blood and iron.
With that dealt with, Katalyst’s grip upon his foe’s spine would tighten, before he’d pull back, whilst leaping upwards. A wet, sickening sound of ripping sinews and torn flesh, of cracking bones and gushing blood, and the spine would be tore from the cyborg’s back, violently killing the creature, until with a snap, along with split of skin and muscle, the head of the cyborg would follow. The lifeless body left behind would be locked into place, broken mechanics and gushing wounds trying vainly to deal with the damage, before a powerdown was initiated, and it began to fall. Katalyst, by that point, was propelling himself through the air, towards the final target, who even now, with the rest of it’s squad destroyed, still did not show signs of fear. Bringing back the arm that held the skull and spine, the alien would come down towards the cyborg, it’s machine mind racing to keep up with the speedy movements, before the final attack came upon it. Swinging down his arm, Katalyst would use the spine and skull as an impromptu club, it slamming against the upper left side of the cyborg’s head, the glass casing atop shattering from the impact on both subjects. With the force of the blow, the cyborg’s inner brains and mechaniques would be ruptured and broken, the meat of the cerebrum pierced by the broken shards of the machine within it, ending the life of the final enemy before the Changeling. Katalyst’s feet would touch the ground, dropping the spine from his grip, before either body had time to hit the earth in death.

Yet, he did not have time to celebrate his victory, nor mourn the loss of life, just yet, as an engine’s roar would sound out. The transport vehicle, with the destruction of it’s infantry unit, would be kicking into gear, and driving back off in the direction it had come from. It’s mission had been a complete failure, and now it would attempt to cut and run, sparing what resources it could, looking to escape the hostility in the engaged alien. Katalyst would merely watch as the armoured vehicle would continue to gain distance from him, his eyes narrowing, wondering where it had come from, where it was going, and most of all, if he’d find those responsible for this mad science where it arrived. Looking at the corpses around him, the Changeling’s gaze would return to one of anger, as his eyes would slowly lock back upon the now distant transport. Leaning forward, he’d kick off with a foot, and fly through the air, in pursuit.

_____

Something was wrong, Arkansas-067 could tell, as his enhanced visual sensors picked up signs of the dispatched SHELLSHOCK vehicle making it’s return, yet, he was picking up no signals from the unit sent with it. The vehicle itself, was piloted by a very rudimentary enhanced being, it’s mental capabilities honed solely towards making it better at it’s duties, and thus, it was not programmed with an individual mentality to grant Arkansas-067 with the information of what had occurred normally. Instead, the cyborg would have to directly access the machine, connecting physically, so that he could access it’s sensory data, and once decoded, maybe discern what it had witnessed, and why Arkansas-189-194, we’re not responding to his communication hails. However, as he tried to solve this problem, an alert would flash upon his HUD, along with a notice of incoming communication. Blinking to open both the alert and the comm channel, Arkansas-067 would process the information granted to him, at the same time he’d hear Dr.Voyner vocalise the development.

“We have picked up an energy signal, and it appears to be following the transport. How interesting, do you think it is the reason for your unit’s demise?”

The cyborg would take in this new information, feeling a strange sensation welling up within him. Though his mind had been mostly compromised to make him an efficient detachment leader in the war machine of his superiors, his need for higher functionality had left room for the barest of a human’s true being, something that showed itself rarely when he was in the line of duty. What he felt now, was anger, fiery and hot, at the thought of his soldier’s perishing. Though he wasn’t sure what this signal was, he was already trying to work out a reasoning. It most likely wasn’t the work of a King’s Guard force, as it seemed to be alone, and it’s power level, while higher than most earthlings, was still not at a level of some of the more infamous members of that organization. The same thought applied to Black Bow forces, unless this was potentially a form of android, seen as being strong enough to run solo missions, which was a possibility. The fact that the central HQ for that faction lay somewhere in this desert, also lent credence to this line of thinking, and yet, he was still unsure. It might be extraterrestrial in origin, for Earth was not the only player on the galactic stage, and in recent years, more and more intergalatic faces had made themselves known. Saiyans had maintained a deployment on this planet for sometime, but reports seemed to suggest this had been eradicated. As he processed the various ways his men may have died, Arkansas-067 heard Dr.Voyner over the comm.

“Take heed soldier, I ask for more clay, and fate sees fit to send me it. Such a powerful specimen, it must not be destroyed entirely, we must capture it for my experiements.”

Arkansas-067 would require some clarification of what the doctor was thinking.

“Are you suggesting we use non-hostile force? Our chances of survival drop drastically if we do not employ our full power here.”

“No, no, just be sure that there is a intact corpse when you finish.”

The soldier would be about to reply, when his visual sensors picked up movement, and yet, only barely. Something had moved down from the skies, to fly towards the returning vehicle. Just as he was about to ponder what had occurred, if anything, he saw the SHELLSHOCK rise into the air, flying higher and higher, as his eyes would focus more and more, trying to see the source of this sudden lift in altitude. Yet, in seconds, the transport, weighing in at multiple tons of dense metals and machinery, would be thrown towards the convoy like a child’s plaything, quickly picking up speeds to that not unlike a rocket. As the improvised missile would race through the air, heading towards his convoy, Arkansas-067 would take action, bracing himself into a combative stance, before raising up his right arm. His hand, pointed, towards the incoming attack, would open at the palm, to reveal a charging energy, that would be fired at the target. The ki blast would be small, and shaped like a spear, soaring at high speeds through the skies, until it impacted against the flying SHELLSHOCK, and detonated. The war machine would be engulfed in a blast of green fire, as the ki blast would rapidly expand out, it’s destructive power ripping the transport to pieces, neutralizing it’s threat in a moment. Already, Arkansas-067 was issuing orders, as the remaining transports would open their troop bays, and twenty cyborgs would come marching out, moving at speeds beyond the human eye to track, to take up positions around their leader, arm cannons charging in the face of the coming fight.

Up above, in the smoking residue of the destroyed transport, the cyborgs would be tracking an energy signature, that came racing through the black cloud. At this distance, Arkansas-067 could get a detailed view of their foe, scanning it’s form, and running it through a database, as second by second it drew closer. By the time his search came up with no match, the creature was among them. A volley of fire, coming from the twenty one defenders, would be shot through the skies, all of their tracking devices doing their best to process the optimum shot at this high speed target. However, their cheap manufacturing would show, as the attacker weaved and raced through the volume of fire, the machines coming up with firing solutions that were irrelevant only an instant later. Rapidly closing the distance, Arkansas-067 would send the signal to his detachment to prepare for close quarters combat, as the first physical blow was struck.

The unknown would slam into the ground, it’s left foot kicking into the head of Arkansas-178, crushing it against the earth, as it already moved, it’s speed on foot only marginally slower than in the air. At this proximity, ranged fire would have a higher probability of doing friendly fire, so it was counted out, as multiple bayonets would spring forth, the cyborgs moving to try and catch their target. Arkansas-067 himself, would feel as his left forearm deployed a wrist mounted blade, comparable to a longsword, and sheathed in crackling energy, before he too would move to engage. He’d hear Dr.Voyner over the comm, noting that only seconds had gone by since last he’d spoken, as the man said.

“Arkansas-067, what you have there is a high value alien target. Take the Changeling at all costs, and expect reinforcements within moments.”

Of course, by the time this sentence had ended, four of the leader’s comrades lay dead upon the earth, various rending strikes and smashed components sizzling in the desert sun, and Arkansas-067 trading slashes and hits against this alien.

Katalyst had entered into a melee, a challenge he could truly feel, as he fought against multiple foes, each one individually paltry against him, but in force, made for an excellent test. He was planning his movements, so that his attacks and strikes, dodging and weaving against their own response, would not put him in a situation that led to death. Each of those flashing blades could gut him if they landed a lethal blow, and as such, his mind was racing to keep up with all the rapid movements around him, hoping he could manage. However, as he redirected an abomination’s bladed weapon, to slash into it’s comrade’s leg, rather than his arm, he’d notice a gleaming out of the corner of his eye, and only barely managed to turn his head, a he felt the bite of a blade upon his flesh. The slash felt charged with power, and Katalyst would respond by leaping up into the air, looking to gain some altitude and respite from the onslaught of attacks. Yet, as he found the source of the blade that hit him, he’d see that the cyborgs also possessed the capability for flight, as they took off into the air after him. Narrowing his eyes, he’d feel a rush of power coursing through him, as he turned his gazes towards the vanguard of this assault. A flash of energy would be seen, as a beam of ki would shoot from his eyes, blue in colour, before striking the targeted cyborg, piercing through his armoured form, and sending him falling down to the ground below. Yet, at this development, the enemy soldiers would raise their cannons, putting forth a vollet of fire after the Changeling, forcing him to spend time avoiding damage, while others pushed onwards. It seemed they wished to lock him in a melee, before plugging the skies with fire, bogging him down defending himself, only to shoot down like a space duck. Grimacing, he’d raise a hand, to answer in kind, a ball of energy forming, before it was launched towards the soldiers, soon to be followed by another, and another, as Katalyst let loose with the ki blasts. When the balls impacted, they’d damage their targets, but unless striking critical areas, such as the head, or central torso, did not manage to put down the victims. As such, Katalyst would see now as cyborgs missing limbs, exposed cybernetics beneath their skin, and ruined limbs, ignoring pain that would put a normal earthling to the ground screaming, and continuing to move onwards.

Movement in the corner of his eye would draw Katalyst’s attention, as he saw more cyborgs flying out from a larger walker of sorts, possibly serving as a massive transport. Eyes widening, he’d only wonder how many of the enemy could be housed within it’s form, and realized he’d have to destroy it before it could fully deploy. As such, he’d turn, ducking and spinning through the continuous fire sent at him, flying towards new target. As he did, when he came within a fifty foot radius, he’d be halted, slamming against a now shimmering dome around the vehicle. Cursing, before kicking off the shield, he’d charge up a ki ball of ki, before letting it loose, yet once it detonated, it seemed to do nothing against the energy based protection. He was going to need to figure out a way past this defence, but for now, his attention against the machine behemoth, had allowed for the cyborgs chasing him to engage.

Pulling back his head to avoid an uppercut, he’d respond by swing out with his tail, battering the machine aside, as another drove towards his left, only for it’s extended arm to be grabbed, crushed and thrown towards another approaching foe. Within seconds, the flying melee would be going full force, as more and more cyborgs entered the fray.

Arkansas-067 would be coming at the alien from below, while his brothers engaged him from the sides. The creature was focused on dealing with the immediate threat, dodging and parrying incoming direct attacks, so focused, that the cyborg could tell he hadn’t noticed him, his eyes never indicating he was checking below for an incoming threat. Pushing forth through the air, he’d bring his crackling blade upwards, as he came up behind the alien, in a passing strike, he’d feel his sword bite into the alien’s flesh, hewing open the flesh of his back. Yet, even as he inflicted his grisly wound, the Changeling would throw himself forward, reacting to the strike, so that instead of bisecting him, he’d merely leave the creature with a massive gash upon his back, spurting out his purple alien blood. No matter, he could already see the inflicted damage had cost the creature his defensive tempo, and as it struggled to recover, two of his comrades would raise their cannons, and fire point blank upon their enemy. In an explosion of energy, the alien would be sent speeding towards the earth, before impacting against a waiting SHELLSHOCK transport, smashing through it’s armoured roof, and being lost from sight. Seeing the power level descending, Arkansas-067 would order all units to fire upon the wrecked vehicle, covering it and the surrounding area in volleys of shot ki energy. Explosions would litter the ground, as the cyborgs relentlessly emptied their charged shots into the metal coffin of the alien, obstructing the site from view from the sheer firepower brought to bear. However, as they rained hell down upon the transport, Arkansas-067 could see the power level detected rocketing upwards, as somehow, the alien not only lived, but was getting stronger. Keeping up the rate of fire, the soldier would open up a comm channel to Dr.Voyner, speaking.

“Recommend addition support, current reinforcement of ten shows that they will likely be incapable of neutralizing the threat.”

Before he could get a reply, Arkansas-067 would see just how wrong he was. From the explosions below, charging through the smoke and fire, came the alien, of that he was sure, yet it’s form was different. It had grown smaller, sleeker, and yet all the more menacing, as it sped towards the nearest gunner, simply passing him by with an extended arm, smashing the head of the soldier against it. Arkansas-067 would see that it’s increased power level had made it all the more lethal, and his chances at defeating the threat had plummeted, going further down as each instant spelt out another casualty for his detachment, even reinforcements from the GUNGNIR proving unable to turn to tide. Then, the alien had come upon him, and for a brief moment, he saw anger in the eyes of his foe, obviously being recognized as the one who had marked him so. Being gripped at the left thigh and throat, the cyborg would barely have time to register the danger, before he felt his body being strained, and suddenly ripped in half by the Changeling. Alerts would sound out, blood and viscera plunging towards the ground, as he was dropped. Damaged sustained had been to much, he was entering into a coma like state, that would attempt to keep him functioning until possible retrieval, yet the soldier saw that would not matter. As his two halves fell towards the earth, the alien would charge twin balls of ki, sending them both flying towards the defeated foe. Arkansas-067 would feel a burst of pain over his body, before all went white.

Katalyst, now in his true base form, would notice a change in the cyborgs with the destruction of the one unique among them. Their movements became less co-ordinated, techniques and training dropping, as it seemed they’d lost leadership. Concluding that the individual he’d just slain acted as a higher mind within their group, Katalyst would turn towards the only source of leadership left, the large transport, even now deploying more and more cyborgs into the fight. Flying around the energy shielding, firing blasts of ki at the pursuing enemies, he’d try to figure out just how he’d get by, before noting something. If the androids could get through, that meant that either there were passages through this shield, or, that they possessed some for of recognition that allowed them through. Locking his gaze upon a cyborg, still within the reach of the shield, but flying towards him, Katalyst would lunge forth, hoping his timing to be right.

Just as half of the soldier would pass through the shimmering defence, Katalyst would be upon him, ramming a fist through it’s throat, and pushing him back in force. The shield, still allowing the passage of one being, would not hinder Katalyst as he himself passed through, gripping his foe by the ever deteriorating throat. Now inside, the alien would look towards the giant vehicle, throwing the dying cyborg towards one of it’s armoured plates, before rushing after it. Charging up the ki within him, Katalyst would unload blast after blast, firing from his palms and eyes, relentlessly impacting against the metal hull of the transport, damaging it further and further, until he came directly before it, striking out with a fist. With a moan of stressed metal, a large crack would be heard, as the alien successfully managed to penetrate it’s physical defences, and was now inside the behemoth itself. Wasting little time, he’d fly through hallways and passages, firing off what remained of his energy reserves as anything he could spot. Explosions littering the innards of the war machine, within thirty seconds, the bastion of strength and command, would be reduced to scrap metal within, it’s power core ruptured, as it came crashing down to the ground. Hearing the alarms of imminent self destruct, Katalyst would retrace his path, noting the procession of cyborgs that had followed him within, their own violent attempts to slay him further damaging the transport. Ducking and weaving around them, he’d come back towards the hole he’d made in entering, and with a smashing strike against a entering soldier, the Changeling would emerge from the war machine, which now lay upon the earth, wrecked and ready to blow.

Flying backwards, away from the transport, Katalyst would sense the energy explosion from it’s detonating a moment before it occurred, and had only time to raise his arms, before the world around him was engulfed in fire. From a distance, an explosive cloud would be seen flowing into the skies, following the bright flash that heralded destruction. Crashing nearly three miles away from the initial explosion, Katalyst would lay upon the earth, finally letting loose a moan of pain from the impact, his body feeling as if it had gone through a bath in molten lava. Rising slowly, the Changeling would look towards the distant destruction, the armed convoy no doubt destroyed in the blast, he’d feel a certain sense of accomplishment about him. He’d located and engaged a force of abominations, those who’d see humanity enslaved to a cybernetic will, replacing human spirit, with cold steel, and had seen to it that, atleast for this force, it had been halted. Not sure if this was the only source of this faction, Katalyst would make a note to learn more of this strange NRRA force, when he next had the chance.

For now, he’d turn back towards the mountains of Paozu range, so far off from his location, and would begin striding towards it, content to take it easy for a time. Flexing his sore shoulders, he’d smirk at the way his training session had turned out, wondering how many more to come would be as interesting.


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