James Moore
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Aldrich stepped over to the hangar entrance. It consisted of two interlocking sliding metal panels that opened up to allow the carrier within out. Because of the sheer size of the carrier, these doors were massive but thankfully just as armored as the proper doors of the bunker itself. A green ring of fire from the Deathwheel flickered around the hole leading down into the hangar, and when Aldrich approached, he waved his hand, willing the flames to fade away. As they dimmed down, the corpses of…-
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"I am the leader of this…team, you could call it that," said Aldrich. He willed Volantis to uncover his armor, and the spiked black helm around his face receded into his armor's gorget with a series of clicks. This revealed the human looking face of his Materius, and Minuteman nodded, put at ease with Aldrich's appearance. It was an instinctive drive for humans to feel comfort in seeing another human face, especially when surrounded by nothing but inhuman monstrosities. Taking that into account,…
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'I sense that you have reached the very same conclusion I have,' said Fler'Gan. 'The Chrysalis is growing a soul? Is that even possible?' said Aldrich. He scraped his memory for all the lore he knew in Elden World and found he could not think of a single instance where a creature spontaneously just made a soul for themselves. "The closest I can think of are golems implanted with pure souls. Souls emptied of any memories or individuality from their past owner that could 'color' them. But that isn't…
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Aldrich watched as Rockshaper slumped down to the floor. The hero's face planted against the metal floor with a thud as he unceremoniously sprawled out, drool pooling from his slack jawed mouth. Aldrich first raised his hand up, absorbing all the souls from the deceased heroes. They were all of middling rarity, quickly filling up his max inventory of 20 with garbage. Though he could allot people and physical items into his Chrysalis, souls, he had to rely on with his inventory, and 20 was not much space…
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"Fire! Fight! Do anything!" roared Rockshaper as he pointed his arm at the monstrosity. Jagged spheres of rock formed in front of his palm and fired off with the velocity of bullets. Cowboy finally shot at the right place this time, unloading as many bullets as he could. Another hero fired blasts of blue energy, another spears of water, another unloaded a clip from a handheld minigun, and so on and so forth. A hailstorm of diverse projectiles rained against the being, but they all clattered off…
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"Have you seen how massive this carrier is? Shake it off? You think I can start doing flips in the air? This thing isn't built to move like that, you idiot!" said Computation, his synth infused voice radiating outwards with high pitched notes of desperation as he saw the outline of the strange humanoid being raise a fist in the air, as if to punch down and smash through the plane. "You, any of you, can you fly!?" asked Rockshaper to the fourteen C rank heroes he had taken aboard the carrier. None of…
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Above Haven City, at the edge of its Eastside district border - "All this space, and to think that crazy musclehead was going to pack it full of Duds!" Rockshaper motioned around to the vast innards of the carrier plane around him. There were three rows of seats stretching out seemingly endlessly across the flanks of the sixty-meter-long super craft. Even if this Carrier was an older model from five decades ago, by virtue of being military grade during the peak of the Monstering, it still had…
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Minuteman shook his head and sucked in a breath. This was no dream. This was real, and reality called for him to be strong. He looked around to see where he could be useful and found a swarm of fishmen surrounding a black armored knight. After all, there were only fifteen black knights and hundreds of fishmen. Even if they were individully strong, the sheer number of fishmen was an issue. The knight hunkered down behind his greatshield of spiked black metal and decorative bone, and though the fishmen…
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After thirty minutes - Minuteman looked up at the sky, feeling wet mud underneath him. His body raged with pain that wracked him like hot fire, but the rain and the mud was oddly comforting in its coolness. He felt that if he closed his eyes for just a few more seconds, he would drift away, forever away into a sleep from which he was never waking. But he could not do that. Not now. Not ever. Minuteman grit his teeth, tasting iron, his own blood, in his mouth, and put power into his body. He…
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Six green scaled fishmen each manned two Vent Worms, holding their large black shells in place so that the worms within could direct their heat waves right into the metal vault doors below. The Vent Worms were spaced just a short distance from each other so that their melting zones overlapped, creating one large spot of glowing white molten metal that would soon burn through the doors. And then, it was open season to hunt the tasty and helpless humans down below. Over a hundred fishmen gathered in…
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