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Post by Virion on Nov 4, 2012 22:52:17 GMT -5
This isn't very good quality, as I've only just done it up now, I would have avoided doing it but I thought since you were really nice and gave me that extension that I should really get at least something up.
The one bit I am happy with is the Ozikai vs Virion fight, since i made that a while back and that's more up to par in terms of quality.
It is my intention to embellish further/better upon my timeskip as trainings or something later on, unless we're not allowed to.
I'm also not sure how this works considering stuff like the arena is already owned it seems, but I'll make a thread, set during the timeskip, where his grasp for it can be contested. I guess I'll also do a similar thing for the Epoch, though I wrote it up as not yet being under his control just to be safe.
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Year 1: Early -
After having left Namek, Virion’s body began to grow sluggish. The elder’s unlock had flooded his form with what some would call a positive energy, and unfortunately thrown the delicate mix of his own chimeric power into turmoil. It had become apparent during Virion’s fight with the demons, his body twitching and his impulses growing imprecise, that reconstituting this power into a more usable form would be an up-hill battle.
His suspicions had proven correct.
Virion found himself now on an alien world, having locked onto it’s distant life signature, his senses enhanced and amplified through the power he had gained, power which even now he could feel his body slowly(agonisingly slowly) cannibalising, converting from one form to another. The bio-androids plans were very slowly coming to fruition, but it was an intricate process with many steps lying ahead.
Given now time to the reprioritised, his frustrations at the death of the infected on Earth grew. They severed more of a purpose than many knew, and although the partially developed energy, the incomplete return on Virion’s investments, had retreated from their bodies and returned to it’s source, it meant that the strength of his link to Earth had grow weak, barely a whisper on the network of consciousness.
Still, that which was there was developing nicely; he could feel a growing strength in the form of a select few warriors who still called Earth home. Namek acted as his presence in the East galaxy, but with Earth removed as a relay he’d have to establish a new presence in the North at some time.
For now his priorities however, lay elsewhere.
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Post by Virion on Nov 4, 2012 22:52:49 GMT -5
Year 1: Ozikai((relevant link: wodresurrection.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=timeskip&thread=3281&page=1#14064))“You” The words were said simply, the accusatory edge a barely perceivable spec on the surface of this simple statement. Virion had recognised the hair first and foremost, the distinctive blue of the Lepiand people as he now finally recognised it. It was not the only feature he came to recognise, the build and makeup of his features also ringing across the strings of Virion’s consciousness, his sharp eyes picking up subtle distinctions even below the covering hood.
The man had stopped mid-stride, his back turned.
Virion’s lips curled into a smile, the lightest of chuckles just barely escaping from his mouth
“Yes, I certainly remember you Lepiand, even if you may not particularly remember me…” He had to admit, his body has certainly changed in build since that long ago encounter. He was more filled out for one, and taller too, his form losing some of its desiccated, mal-nourished appearance. Before when they had fought Virion was the shorter of the two, but now he stood imposingly a full head above.
The man’s head turn and in a suspicious, unimpressed manner he took in the creature before him. The gentle glow of recognition slowly crossed his features, before they hardened into an even more pronounced frown
“I thought I destroyed you back on Namek… But seems a cockroach like you is harder to get rid of than I thought” He pulled his cloak back completely, the wind picking up and blowing through the full length of his azure hair. Curling his fingers around, he bunched his hands into fists, his energy slowly releasing.
Virion had smiled even further at his taunting, his eyes widening with a wicked glint, a cruel gleam growing in their dilating, slitted pupils. Yes, it was a sweet day indeed. Virion’s tail curled around, whipping down to the ground with a crash. His own energy grew, and it quickly became apparent to the blue-haired alien that the creature was much stronger than he had once been.
“So, you’ve been training hard… well you’re not the only one” Ozikai opened the full gates to his power, though for now refrained from the transformation that had been gifted to him on namek. It was true, Ozikai had indeed trained hard, rocks beginning to jitter as these two warriors energies built.
Where Ozikai’s peaked however Virion’s continued to climb, the bio-android taking but a moment to savour the instant where his overtook his opponents, a croaking ‘aaah’ rasping from his lips as his smile grew once more.
This building energy accelerated, the shaking of the ground growing in intensity. Virion’s expression became more serious, as he turned his efforts into drawing out the full extend of his power. A croaking hum emanated from within his throat, his brow frowning as the task grew. Small sparks began emanating from his form, and now the rocks were unearthing themselves from the very ground. An arc of lightning shot past Ozikai, but the blue-haired man dodged it with a simple movement of his neck, unflinching as electrical discharge shot mere centimetres away from his face.
He was certainly keeping a cool composure despite the large power level being brought to bear before him. The deep hum from within Virion’s throat stopped, and although the creatures energy was still building he could be seen relaxing, his eyes turning back to the alien’s features and his body straighten back up.
He aura whooshed around his form, the quaking abating to a degree though rocks continued to float in bold-faced defiance of their old nemesis, gravity. The energy coming from the bio-androids body was now double Ozikai’s own, and Virion knew that if need be he could even squeeze it a little bit further.
“I would advise that you run but quite frankly I… am not going let you” He said, drawing out the ‘I’ for the briefest of moments, as if the momentum of his thought processes had paused on that instant of the sentence in order to savour the promise that followed.
Ozikai however did not seem impressed. Raising both arms at his sides he floated gently above the ground
“Impressive strength… But I’ve seen better. If that is all you’ve got then your hopes of revenge are about to go bitterly unfulfilled. Don’t worry though, I’m sure they have a special place in the afterlife reserved for monsters like you, and I’m more than willing to see you off” With that he activated his Ki no Zoka, his aura transitioning to a pale white. With the increased power granted by his ability, Ozikai was now the stronger of the two, nearly 1.5 times the bio-android’s strength.
Virion merely smiled. These little exchanges almost felt more like a game of chess than a battle, each player casting their opening moves in an attempt to psych out there opponent, but both having apparently all seen it before.
“Oh no, I have not forgotten about that little technique of yours. You’ll find that I have remarkably sharp memory.” It was true, the bio-androids ability to recall events was quite well attuned, no new experience going uncatalogued in the vaults of his memory.
Reading the creatures energy, Ozikai knew that he could not afford to muck around, not if he wanted to avoid relying on his inner rage.
“Well then, all aboard!” He shouted, rushing forward in a sudden burst. A powerful blow was levelled towards Virion’s cheek, but the bio-androids hand came up from below, deflecting the strike upward.
damn! Ozikai realised that his ribs were now open to attack, so quickly hooked his knee forward. He caught Virion in the stomach, the bio-android curling over slightly under the strike.
“Here, let me Stamp your ticket” he taunted, following the strike with a downward kick which would crashed hard onto the bio-androids toes, attempting to pin him on the spot for further follow-up attacks.
His attack was interrupted however when the creatures ducked head lashed forward at an unusual angle, the blue-haired alien just barely managing to avoid being gored on the curved horns, dodging back several paces in a series of swift-footed, airy jumps. He cringed slightly, for although he had avoided the worse of the attack, the insectiod had still managed to tear the skin on his side, blood gently dripping through the torn shirt.
Virion stood back up straight, his head twisted back around from an impossible angle to face towards his opponent as it normally should have. In order to achieve his attack the bio-android had manipulated his body, his head dislocating in a manner that was entirely unexpected by the Lepiand. Infact, the disturbing display reminded him somewhat of a battle back on Earth, and while Virion was by no means as liquid in form as the liquorice-bodied majin, they both shared an unusual physique which they sought to use to their advantage.
“That’s a neat trick” He called, taking note to be extra careful around such tricky opponent, unsure exactly what else the insect-lie creature was capable of.
Virion shrugged in mock theatrics,
“Well I try” the bio-android’s expression hardened as he braced down, fists clenching, and in a sudden flash forward had instantly closed the gap, knuckles cannoning into Ozikai’s stomach. The man let out a gurgled cry, blood spatting from his mouth under the power of the blow. Although doubled over, the force of the androids attack had knocked him upward, allowing his elbow to thunder downwards in retaliation, seeking to deny his opponent the otherwise inevitable follow up. Virion however vanished, utilising his instant transmission to avoid the strike, and in continuing his attack smashed Ozikai from behind, knocking the man through a large rock formation with a shuddering crash.
The blue-haired man drew himself up from the dirt, grazes and injuries across his body and his cloths looking notably worse for wear. He dusted himself off just slightly and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his palm. From behind he heard the gentle rushing as his opponent floated to the ground, two squeaks announcing the landing of his feet. He slowly turned, a cold frown on his features.
“So tell me, what name does my once-rival go by, I never did find out when we were back on Namek” croaked the bio-android, standing back casually, his aura still flaring at full strength. Ozikai’s own aura had died down, the Ki no Zoka dying out when he had suffered that punch from behind.
“Why don’t you tell me your first” He retorted, touching his hand gently to the wound at his side, testing it, before drawing back and massaging the blood which had dripped into his hand between his thumb and middle finger. The bio-android smiled,
“Virion… not that it means much to anyone in this time… not yet.” From the way he poke them there was apparently some personal meaning behind those words, but they were lost on Ozikai.
The fighting began once more, Ozikai leading the offensive as he reactivated his transformation, blasts and punches raining forward as they shifted from mid to close quarter combat. Virion was flying backward, defending against each strike. Ozikai held both hands over his head, a downward kick landing on the bio-androids mid-section and knocking the creature towards the floor. He reached forward, one arm bracing his wrist as he charged his Bakurikimaha, a large ball of energy forming, and as he swung his arms downward, tracking his opponents descent, this energy launched towards the creature.
Virion however raised his hands towards the blast, drawing himself up less than a meter from the ground and, through the maw-like openings in his palms, absorbed the incoming energy attack, the ball shrinking down several sizes in quick succession before disappearing completely, it’s glow dying out.
“Right, energy absorber… forgot about that one” mumbled Ozikai out loud from his vantage point high above, more to himself than anything. The bio-android smirked, and in another flash was gone. Ozikai however was not so foolish as to rely on his eyes for locating an opponent, and was instead tracking Virion through the creature’s energy. He turned towards it’s new source to his left… and found nothing there.
Shocked for a moment, he was caught off guard as the bio-androids foot smacked into his head, it’s 3 long toes gripping on tightly and driving his whole body down into the ground, like a eagle striking down its prey. Virion had utilising his ki deception, making his energy appear to be coming from somewhere it was not, giving him the momentary edge he needed to succeed.
Again Ozikai’s transformation faltered, and after depositing his opponent face-first into the ground Virion sprang back. The man got back up after a moment, raising his arms combatively
The alien had still not activated his transformation, and Virion took another step forward, foot resting on the debris of a crushed boulder
“There was a time when I would have sought you as an ally, my friend, but I’m afraid that avenue was exhausted when you so very nearly destroyed me… yes indeed, I am not so arrogant as to deny your victory on that day. However, I have changed since then, evolved if you will. A constant process of growth and development leading me ever closer to obtaining my ultimate goal” He stood his foot down from the rock, this brief interlude in their fight coming to it’s conclusion with a simple statement
“You are doomed, accept the inevitability of your demise and you passing may just be swift.”
Ozikai smirked at this
“Do you really think the Ki no Zoka is all I have? I thought you said you were paying attention during our last fight” and with that taunt Ozikai let his rage flow fourth, his power growing exponentially. Virion raised his arm slightly, protecting his face from the rushing debris and winds which now emanated from the blue-haired alien’s body, though his expression remained set. The ground shook and cracked, Ozikai’s strength quadrupling as he yelled towards the skies, energy arching and dancing around his body as he came to outmatch the bio-androids strength.
“To answer your earlier question, my name is Ozikai… Feel free to curse it long and loud as I send you to your demise” and with that he rushed forward, raising his arm up behind him, an enormous energy erupting from his palm as his Spirit Cannon grew to great size. This technique was the same strength as the one he had used to defeat Virion the first time, and sending his ravaged body screaming from Namek’s atmosphere, and he was confident he could make it do so again.
Rather than an expression of anger, shock or dismay however, Virion sneered. This was exactly the moment he had been waiting for, the peak of Ozikai’s strength which he had felt all that time ago, and now that he was able to see it once more he knew that he had won. He allowed a greater extend of his bio-resonance to emerge, the vast well of strength which he had kept subdued rearing it’s head from the shadows of his form.
Yet even then he kept his full strength in reserve, only outmatching Ozikai’s current form by a little bit. The alien launched his attack with a defiant cry, his rage perhaps blinding him to the increase of his opponent’s strength.
With an incredible backhanded strike, Virion knocked the huge death-ball like attack away. Ozikai however was fast, and before the bio-androideven had time to react he was set upon by the enraged alien. The two exchanged blows, flying through the air, crashing and explosions ringing out under each strike. The surrounding earth crumbled before them, more rock formations toppled as they moved from location to location, parying, blocking, attacking. Ozikai activated his Ki-Force, the balls of energy acting as limbs of their own. Ozikai was muti-tasking quite impressively, and as his fist came down in unison with two of these energy balls, Virion was force to retaliate in kind, growing a third arm which intercepted the final energy ball in place, a second tail also driving in to take advantage of the moment. Both fighters jumped back, only to leap back in and continue the furious melee, Occasional beams of energy bursting forward to ravage the countryside.
After a few more moments of instense melee, both fighters began to slow slightly. Virion’s third fist aimed right for Ozikai’s face, but in a lighting fast movement Ozikai dodged, coming up beside and launching a kick. Virion however was growing tired of these antics.
“Enough!” He cried, an orb of energy expanding from around his body to knock the fighter away.
“I am done humouring you” The bio-android snarled.
“Oh are you just?” taunted Ozikai, his hastily erected energy barrier dissipating, his rage-filled voice making him seem almost like another person. The act of remaining in this state so long beginning to take it’s toll. He pulled his hand back, charging his energy in between them at an alarming rate.
“I was about… to tell you…. the same… THING!” He swung his hands forward, unleashing an enormous beam of energy, utilising even more of his strength than before. It was clear that he was looking to deliver a finishing blow, his features twisted in a snarl.
Virion launched his own hands forward, seeming to mimic his opponents attack, though taking far less time to muster the energy. As the two beams collided however Virion’s flashed into an unexpected brilliance, bathing the area in intensely blinding light. Ozikai’s attack continued through it as if the opposing attack hadn’t been there at all, however the warrior himself, gaze caught on the impact, was blinded by it’s unexpected radiance.
He reached for his eyes, great pain lancing through the optic nerves, a cry coming from his lips as he foundhimself both unable to see and unable to sense the area around him, the place filled with ‘white noise’ which blocked his ki sense. The 3 energy balls he had been controlling fell to the ground, exploding as he lost control of them.
After a brief couple of moments, fruitlessly straining to get his sense back, he felt something very powerful wrap around his body. Slowly dark shapes were returning, but caught off guard as he was Ozikai was now unable to break free for the constricting presence.
“Inevitable...” chimed a croaking voice, as if reiterating a previous point. Ozikai cried out, as the constricting grew even harsher, his ribs cracking. Virion finally allowed his power to grow to it’s peak, ensuring that there would be no possible escape for his prey, and he intended to squeeze the most out of these final moments.
“It hurts doesn’t it, watching as your body is destroyed before your very eyes, experiencing the intimate dance of electric signals running through your shattered form-“ He squeezed even harder, Ozikai’s cries growing at first louder, then breathless as the very air was crushed from his lunges
“-All screaming but a single impulse: Pain” Virion spoke over his enemy’s cries. The alien passed out from the pain at last, but his own toughness had been a harsh torture to endure, keeping his awake to experience the terrible crushing of his body far longer than one of lesser strength.
“A pity” croaked Virion simply, noting his opponents descent into oblivion and at last relaxing his energy, severing his link to the bio-resonance. He reached one hand forward, his tail parting to expose a clear path to the man’s heart and instead curling around to hold the man by his neck, upper torso and right shoulder to hold the man in place. Virion’s hand began to glow, the bio-android intending to finish his opponent with a mortal blow, but after a moment his intense stare shifted, the insectoid reconsidering his course of action after reading the energy still emanating from the limp form.
“…hmmm, well now, I might just have a use for this refuse after all”. His hand slackened momentarily, the energy disappearing and the maw in it’s palm opening to bite onto Ozikai’s exposed left shoulder. Two tubes also reared from along his forearm, reaching forward like leeches to join the aforementioned digits. Virion was eager to get the job done quickly however, so along his chest the seam parted, and more tentacle-like appendages slinked forward, seeking their way to the crushed form of Ozikais body
His tails loosened their grip further, the alien slumping forward though stopping as Virion’s third arm grasped to his hair. The bio-android allowed his appendages to take hold of their prey, and the process began. Ozikai had returned to his base form, and through Virion’s hand already the energy within his body was being siphoned away.
The alien’s form decertified and shrivelled, the raw genetic material being sucked away in a horrific and gruesome display straight out of some twisted horror film, all the while Virion’s own strength flourished to new heights, the new power he had gained from the Lepiand complimenting the energy already within, and causing electricity to go sparking around his body.
Virion allowed the second tail he had grown to retract, the third arm along with it, returning to his normal form as Ozikai’s empty clothing drifted to the ground. He held his hand out infront of his face, gently clenching and unclenching it, watching the small sparkes which occasional sparked from it, and also savouring the new stream of data which brushed across his mind as his body analysed the new genetic structure it had integrated.
He felt… different, not just from the increased power, but something more. He searched within, seeking the change within his physical being. He could sense his steady evolution, and could feel his body continuing it’s slow process of re-synthesising the energy he had gained on Namek, and although now nearly completed he knew that neither of these were the source of this new sensation either…
Suddenly, an insight came to him, drifting like a bubble in the wind, and he knew.
Every other time he had absorbed, it had been to save his own life, but this time that was not the case. He lowered his hand, turning towards the distant horizon, as if lost in thought, the wind picking up and causing the cloths which lay before him to blow away, like the embodiment of Ozikai’s spirit as it too drifted on to another place.
“Interesting…”
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Post by Virion on Nov 4, 2012 22:54:03 GMT -5
Year 2: Epoch Arrival
In a remote outpost of what was once part of the original World Trade Organisation, the scientist in charge of the sensor array had grown excited. Their pink eyes were each locked onto their own private screens, but in the vast monitors above, their new leader took in the streams of space and coordinate data like a machine. Sequences and imagines flashing for the briefest of seconds were conveyed to memory as the bio-android soaked in marvellous amounts of raw data,
“Excellent”, came the croaky, satisfied sigh, Virion at last turning away from the monitors. One of the lead scientists stood by his side, hands clasped expectantly
“What exactly do you need this data for, my friend?” he chirped. The bio-android had requested they direct their powerful relay out into space and to begin track sub-planetary objects, mostly space-stations and other space constructs, but he had not quite told them why.
“I seek them” replied Virion cryptically, turning away and disappearing, leaving the scientist to try and extrapolate upon the possible meanings of this three word reply.
Using the positional data, Virion was able to planet-skip back towards the East Galaxy, the area of space where one of the largest space-stations in the universe, the Neejarian ‘Epoch Star’, resided. Were his plans to come to fruition, its size would prove most useful as a gathering point of the necessary materials.
With one last-planet skip, startling a group of humanoid creatures in a city-like environment, before vanishing just as quickly as he had arrived, Virion found himself on the Epoch Star. He appeared to be in some sort of technology station, workers managing a production-line of robotic arms assembling some product or another. One of them noticed the Virion and let out a startled gasp, but in the same instant a shattering shockwave smashed nearby windows, Virion’s arms and other appendages bursting forward to ensnare these Neejarian workers. They were infected in an instant, and fell to the ground, eyes glazed.
Virion pulled up his arm, and it twisted and mutated into a large, 3-clawed abomination which he used to sink through the deck-plated ground, tearing and pulling up the floor and sliding down into the backdoor systems and pipelines which ran between deck levels of the Space Station, large service tunnels, subway-like systems and general material transports.
He split his body off into a number of duplicates, and from here they moved out to quickly infect the surrounding sector, the first infected awoke, slowly and curiously making their way towards the hole torn through by Virion, a dark tunnel webbed with pipes, wondering where he was headed.
Year 2: Growth
Conflict arose when materials transfer for Sector B12 stopped coming. Enforcer teams sent in had a habit of not returning, but grainy security footage taken from recon drones, moments before their destruction, indicated some sort of tumorous growth-like obstruction, centrered directly on the transfer nexus. One analyst observed that some sort of… figure, seemed to be centred at the growth, though the neejarians of the area seemed unconcerned with approaching this forign entity. With further enhancement others seemed to dubiously agree, the recording showing what appeared to be several of their people communicating with whatever figure sat motionlessly at the growth’s centre. All however willingly acknowledged that some sort of alien organism had interjected itself into that western wing, and evidently had a grip on the people and production of that area.
Efforts against this intrusion however, saw little to no success. Reports indicate that some sort of sentinels guarded the entrance, their powers great, obliterating or capturing any who ventured fourth. Security overrides appear to have been activated, sealing off the sector, and unfortunately, due to its positioning, attrition of supplies and material through that nexus instead resulted in false re-routing from other sectors. The neejarian scientist Talas, who was positioned within the non-responsive sector, is suspected to blame, his knowledge of the Epoch’s systems and architecture making him one of the only men capable of seizing the sector in such a way.
News of the intrusion has been kept secret from the World Trade Orgainsation, the neejarians fearing that, should they show weakness in being unable to deal with this internal issue, that their new conquerors may seize the area further, the Neejara losing the last tattered shreds of their independence, and fearing the potentially repercussions from losing face under this regime originally built on exterminating and selling planets.
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Post by Virion on Nov 4, 2012 22:55:28 GMT -5
Year 3:
With the Epoch seizure slowly under way Virion and virion’s energy finally transformed into a more manageable form, the bio-android had divided his body and began seeking out the many other space stations and debris he had catalogued within his mind. Infecting space-stations was generally a lot quicker than planets, due to their smaller size and often denser population, so he had been slowly gathering them in tandem with his efforts on the epoch.
By the end of the second year Virion had gathered a cluster, and it was this gathering of junk and constructs which was slowly being forming into a crescent. It moved through space like a cruel mockery of the serene moons of so many worlds, coming at last to the boarder between the South and West quadrants f the galaxy, the next trinket in this collection already within Virion’s sights, The Arena. This gladiatorial space-station was home to both brutal death-bouts, and occasionally more subdued displays of strength and might. Virion was pleased to find that already members of his infected had gotten to work on this place. Capturing the station was a simple task, Virion’s infected biting on to any within their grasp, and none of the space-stations warriors a match for the bio-androids power.
A final decisive battle occurred, and Virion either did or didn't win (( XD, will make a thread to see about this, if he wins consider arena added, if not then... maybe it was a different arena? :X))
To many, the arena would seem like a small fry, something hardly worth taking, but for Virion it was an essential building block, it’s monetary value meaningless just as that of the Epoch Star. He had his sights set on something more…
By interwebbing his own body in a vast growth throughout these cobbled together space-stations, the bio-android would have a mobile planetoid to call his own, a world which was not merely a rock to cling to, but instead quite literally an extension of himself. The Kosmophage, world eater, a ring which could descend upon and surround any given planet and act as both a marker for his call and a defence powered by his very own body; it was an ambitious project, incredibly so… and yet even it was but a single step towards his ultimate goal.
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Post by Virion on Nov 4, 2012 22:57:19 GMT -5
Year 4:
Virion now lurked as a binary form, one seated within the epoch star, lying dormant as the energy within continued to slowly grow, biding it’s time, and a second body which continued it’s journey through space, gathering more and more space stations, the cresent slowly forming as a growth similar to that within the epoch reaches it’s worm-like tendrils throughout and between each construct, like strings slowly stitching the components together. Virion can feel this extension of himself, similar in many ways to his connection with the infected, through much more direct.
Virion found that he could fully merge his form with these growths, similar to recombining himself after using his mutiform, enabling him to recombine at one location, and generate a new body at a separate location. It was this ability which made him so effect at holding out within the epoch star, so good at seizing hold of the materials these growths permeate.
However, Virion himself had grown increasingly immobile. This new form seemed capable of handling itself. Worm-like tendrils would stir as they sensed a nearby presence, and the flesh-like walls had been known to lash out when attacked, quickly overwhelming those who tried or otherwise proving impervious to the level of attack those few could muster.
Virion, in his cobbled-together cluster of stations, set the infected to further his goals - physical construction of deck plating and transport tunnels intertwining the separate space stations together, some collided by force and stitched together, some deconstructed completely and re-constructed as extensions of existing areas, and others bridging the gaps or connecting through existing docking panals.
This was thanks in large part too the combined efforts of the Ritoians and the Hikoushin, two highly advanced races with superb knowledge and space-based construction methods thanks to their long-standing existence as space-station inhabitants, the brutish Jun with that ability to survive in space also proving a valuable asset, though it seemed likely that Virion may well have intentionally acquired this races for just such a reason.
This had a secondary benefit, the shared resources improving the productivity among the inhabitants of these systems, interspecies frictions staying at a minimum even when these connections opened new social interactions between infected.
Virion’s own activity began to slow, the now rapidly forming ring slowly moving through space but otherwise remaining completely unobtrusive. The rare instances of communications sent to it’s relays were ignored, and those bold enough to board were quickly infected. The bio-android’s attention was beginning to be drawn elsewhere, a new kind of reconnaissance beginning, this time not for new space stations, but some further, secretive goal.
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Post by Virion on Nov 4, 2012 22:57:54 GMT -5
Year 5:
Finally things have come to a head. The crescent shape construct is all but completed, Virions form having grown it’s way throughout the entire construct. It sits ready for one final piece, the crowning jewel that is the Epoch Star.
Virion himself appeared to have gone into complete dormancy, and hesitantly the infected resume a new kind of ‘normality’ aboard the ring. After a few months, Virion’s clone at last returned, and upon recombining with Virion’s initial form caused a great stirring.
Virion at least came back awake, after nearly four years of this hibernation-like state.
“You have done well” he croaks in address to those present during his awakening, the bio-androids body subtly different now that it had been so long before, as if he were resuming the mask of his old guise but having forgotten minute details of his own form after having been part of the Kosmophage for so very long.
“You have fulfilled every request I have set of you in exquisite competency,” his raspy voice complimented
“the construction efforts you have undergone will soon bear the fruit of our labours.” He smiled, turning and speaking now to himself rather than those which stood before him.
“The has come, destiny awaits”
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Post by Virion on Nov 5, 2012 10:10:29 GMT -5
Obviously I'm up for keeping as much as possible, but i can understand your reasoning. You were kind enough to let me have the gain even if ozikai disappeared(as he did), when things were looking like Param was also absent for good. Luck had in that Carnel took up the mantle and my long-time planning bore the desired fruit, and i was definitely rubbing my hands together at the prospect of more to come.  It was set to be 47,700 from Ozi. So how much of a reduction are you thinking? |
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