- SolZen: Head Admin. Chapter Master of the Dragon Slayers
- Zombiejiger: Admin, Chapter Master of the Vanguards of Ammit
- Akreious: Admin, Chapter Master of the Joker Battalion
- Diana: Chapter Master of the Lunar Sentinels
- Amir: Chapter Master of the Bone Hunters
- C-6: Special Agent of the Editors
- The Sentinel: A sharpshooter/assassin for the Editors
- CBeard: A Captain Editor, close to Admin Status
- Grenburr: A Captain known for taking suicide missions
- Lam: Pending
Part 1 Edit
The green flames burned, they burned across the void, burning stars, burning planets. Then he noticed, 'it' had noticed him. From the rubble and ruin it had created it called them, pieces of scrap metal, discarded robot parts, calling them together around the flame to create a metallic skeleton that screamed at him.
"Uh..." said the Editor. He awoke in his capsule, his head throbbing. He slammed his fist into the button on the side of the wall, vapors shot up and down, cleaning his body, before the capsule door opened. Then came the mechanical arms, some holding sprays, others hold parts or armor pieces. The grey metal liquid formed a body suit, and the other arms put on the parts and armor plating of his power armor. Lastly was his cape, to separate him as a captain, from all the others
He walked down the gothic and hallowed halls of the ship, until he made his way to the bridge. Several of his companions, all in the same blue power armor as him, were linking into their terminals. For some it was done the metallic tubing now connected to their backs, for others it was their eyes as they were operating the turrets from a first person view. Before the captain, a holographic image appeared. It showed simplified images of the surrounding vessel. A blue rectangle representing his ship, surrounded by green, friendly rectangles, to signify the fleet. The asteroids around them were cubes, or clusters of cubes.
"Still no sign of the Vandal fleet...?" asked the captain.
"No sir..." said another soldier. His power armor was the same as everyone else's. "The Dragonlord ships in this sector have not been seen. The other fleets have made the same report."
"No doubt, they are hiding in one of the large asteroids, maybe several. I still don't know why we don't just obliterate this asteroid belt... Oh wait! I do... the 'Sons of Sol'..."
"Take care not to call them that to their faces."
"Oh please, where do you think we got it from? Honestly I don't know how they haven't all burned to death, consider how they brown nose Sol's fiery backside so much... Any orders while I was away...?"
"No sir, we..."
"Sir...!" said an operator "Incoming message from Ultara!"
"Put it on..." said the captain. The holographic map disappeared, in its place was the image of a man in similar knightly power armor sitting in massive chair. However it was different. It was all black, the optics burned a bright red, and an ominous red glow was about his person. Across his shoulders was a cape of fur, with the massive skull of its former canine owner, on his left shoulder, the eyes sockets glowing with the same red glow, his paws on the right, and the rest hanging of the back. He sat with one hand on his blade, a large incendiary blade that glowed a hellish red.
"Ah, you are with the Dragon Slayers I take it..." said the Captains' second-in-command. Without warning, the captain got up and slapped him in the back of the head, before forcing him to kneel before him.
"Oh great and powerful lord Sol..." said the captain "How can I help you today...?"
"Firstly..." said Sol in a deep, growling voice "you can cut the 'merry act', I have enough sycophants as it is..."
"My apologies my lord."
"Then, once you've collected your wits and your pair, you will make for Ultara. There is a task, a mission, for which you are most suited, Captain Grenburr."
"I understand, I will make ready, posthaste."
"See that you do, this mission is of the utmost importance."
"Though I must ask, my fleet...?"
"It will be left in the hands of whoever you chose, understand that the Dragonlords, are no longer your top priority." There was a flash of light from his eyes and the transmission ended. The two got up.
"That was him...?" said the second in command. "I didn't think that he would be so..."
"That is the man..." said Grenburr, falling into his seat "who shattered worlds, broke armies, and burned planets...It seems I have another suicide mission on my hands..."
Madness, he could feel it literally in the air, in the walls, madness. C-6 barely remembered how he got on this wreck. It was a twisted menagerie of scrap metal, held together in the basic shape of a space ship, by twisted infernal powers, seen in the green bolts of electricity and ribbons of energy that occasionally arced about the rust covered surfaces. There was no air tight room, no place to take of his helmet and smell the free air. His suit would only filter out his waste for so long before he had to worry about blood poisoning.
The others however, were not so lucky. The madness had seeped into their minds. It drove them made, twisted their perspectives. His brother-in-arms turned on each other, first slowly, and when the taint could no longer be ignored, a small civil war erupted. That was how he came to sit among his fallen comrades. He had been scavenging the needed replacements from their dead husks, spare ammunition from their holders and guns, and he kept to that area for long as he could, to protect them from desecration for however long he could.
He kept his mind busy forming the battle plans he used as he searched the unholy wreck. He always kept check of his mind, searching for thoughts that weren't his own, however small.
The biggest threat wasn't simply his former brothers, now traitors, it was also the natural inhabitants of the ship. Those, he snuck around, he decided it would be best to get as much info he could before he struck. They rarely spoke his tongue unless conversing with the traitors, who had taken to painting their armor with green stripes and attaching pieces of scrap metal, even their optics had turned green. He could only wonder how their suits still functioned after so long as he watched from the shadows.
Finally he thought himself ready. He had planted bombs, plasma mines he had set to a timer, all over the ship, in places he thought important. Then he pressed the button. To his surprise, the entire ship didn't explode. He was unsure if it was the energy field, the difference in technology, or simply if he had misunderstood things about the vessel. It didn't matter, the whole crew was up in arms.
He took this time to come out of hiding, opening fire on any, and whoever he could. He thought perhaps he had gone mad, but he decided he still had his honor. That was until something, someone struck him in the back of the head.
It was the sound of his own armor, scrapping against the floor that awoke him. His hands were bound and he was being carried by someone in power armor, carrying a sniper rifle. It was different from his, the curves lacked the bulk, and snugged much closer to the human form than his or any other Editor's. There were numbers and words all over his armor, and the helmet formed a slop forward into a small visor. The entire set up was blue with some purple added.
"You may go..." said a deep and frightening voice. The figure dropped him, turned and left through the large doors that closed behind him. C-6 finally looked around. The room was massive, semicircular in shape but dark, except for the light of the white star that shined outside the tall windows. Setting atop a short flight of stairs, was Sol, his red glow making him stand out, even with the bright light behind him. "Do you know why you are here...?" C-6 stood up.
"Let me guess, you wanted to execute a traitor yourself for once...?" he said with a mocking tone. Sol's eyes glowed brighter, and C-6 found himself on his knee, then the ground as an unseen but great pressure was upon his body, until the glow of Sol's optics dimmed.
"I know you are no traitor, I can sense it, though there is some corruption, that can be fixed. It 'will' be fixed..."
"It won't be pleasant will it..."
"Do you know what we face...?"
"That is why you are here, all others of that system, they have died or turned traitor, you are the only one we know off, from behind enemy lines, who has returned, to however the degree...sane."
"It's the energy..." Sol was silent "That green energy that holds their ships together, holds 'them' together. It gets...it gets in your mind, turns you mad, especially when you aren't aware of it. It...it is madness given form."
"The enemy demands we all submit, or be labelled 'Xenos', their word for 'heretics'. These Vandals are not like the Dragonlords, striking and hiding, nor the other numerous warbands that plagued us over the ages. Somehow, it has corrupted the specium within you, turning it into their energy, causing...mutations."
"Send me back..." Sol was silent "You need eyes and ears among them, send me back and I will spy on them. In their madness they lost their intelligence, they are easily fooled, I could be a spy. Just give me enough Bleach to last an epoch and I will..."
"Why are you so keen to return...?"
"I could stay on this side, and shoot and shoot. I tried to destroy one of them, a plasma bomb to the engines, it didn't work. We don't know enough about them, and knowing your enemy is the first rule of war!" Sol was silent "Send me back, I have to finish this, them and you need to know. Call me crazy, but my gut tells me your...'Sentinel' back there doesn't make a good spy..."
It was the same room C-6 was in, but now the furniture had changed. Sol sat where he was, holding his great sword to his side. Now, however, he sat at a large table, he sat on a metal chair, with a large pointed back, and thick arms. He was one of several who sat there, all in their armor, with Sol in the middle.
Everyone there wore armor, but unlike normal Editor armor, it was customized to their preference, as was their rights as Admins, the heads of their order, their government. To Sol's left was Akreious and Amir. Akrieous was in purple and black. His shoulder armor sported the laughing faces of monsters, his helmet had twin horns and the symbol on his chest was a grinning mouth with a tongue pointing down. The most disturbing part of his appearance was the grin painted on his helmet, with some luminous substance, glowing the same color as his left optic, while the other seemed to be turned off. Amir, beside him was all white except for the black skulls on his chest and shoulders and his helmet resembled a human skull.
On the other side were Zombiejiger and Diana. Jiger, wore sand green and copper armor, with spikes on his shoulder armor and blade on the sides of his forearms. On his shoulders were two cannons, or least they were. Only Sol was allowed a weapon in here. On one side of his chest, were Egyptian Hieroglyphs and on the other, the symbol of a strange chimeric beast, called 'the devour of souls'.
Diana, she wore white with blue rims. The armor she wore was like the others, and gave no hints to her gender. There were spikes on her shoulders, and an eye symbol on her chest.
They were arguing, so much so that they didn't hear the sound of the doors opening and closing or CB walking towards them, a captain, given his cape. Still he knelt.
Sol had sat there, his optics off, and his glow absent, he seemed almost like a statue, for he did not move, not even when Zombie shot lightning into the air, when Diana slammed her fist in her chair, generating a pulse of energy, not even when Akreious pulled a scythe out of nowhere and they waited for a response, he did nothing but let them argue. Then his optics glowed again, his glow appeared and he spoke.
"Welcome CBeard..." The other admins stopped their bickering to turn and look at CBeard who was knelling on the floor.
"He..." said Diana "is powerful..."
"He had better..." said Amir "I have heard he is likely to join us at this table..."
"Can he do that...?" asked Zombie "With so meek a spirit...?"
"Do you know why you are here...?" asked Sol
"You called..." said CBeard "And I answered. I await your orders."
"There is another Captain, Grenburr. You will board his ship...and take your orders from him..."
"Sir...?" The other admins looked at him, clearly they did not agree with him, but still they went along with it.
"He will be your commanding officer for the mission, a mission with a high risk to it.You may go..." CBeard nodded and left.
"Is that wise...?" asked Akreious
"Yes..." said Amir "for once I agree with the scoundrel."
"Truly these are the end times..." said Diana in jest.
"CBeard..." said Zombie "He is more powerful than Grenburr..."
"This is not about power..." said Sol "Yes, CBeard is powerful...but he has never faced a suicide mission, few have...and lived."
"Still..." said Amir "I do not think it wise to use so valuable as asset like this..."
"How would you use him, keep in him in the rear, let the pawns go first? We use his talents or he is useless, but for now his talents are best served under Grenburr's command."
"If this succeeds...?" asked Diana "will this mean the end of the scourge...?"
"No, no I do not think so, but it will be a start."