OOC: And other various chunks of Metal buried underneath the ground of Midgar. And who knows how much damage that stuff can take, melded onto one thing. It possibly even has parts of dead WEPONS grafted onto it. Besides, you can't build something that advanced out of old sub-marine parts... BIC: The Death WEAPON activated it's jets as it's slashed pieces began to magnetize and repair themselves. Ravakov activated the WEAPON's tendril's and used them to latch on to Zack and toss him a few hundred feet in the air, while turning it's torso around, so cloud could taste it's afterburner. As it bolted up in the air, it used it's non-damaged legs to smash Zack back into the ground. *** Xane ducked under Kardas and kicked him in the neck, then moved out of the way, hoping Kardas would lose his appetite.
OOC: Ah, but this isn't some normal metal alloy. BIC: As Kardas lost his balance, Xane punched him towards Sephiroth. *** As soon as Cloud and co. started destroying the legs of the Death WEAPON, Ravakov turned the giant machine around rather quickly. The bits and pieces of metal slashed off slowly started to magnetize and regenerate the machine. Ravakov then used the Death WEAPON's leg-like appendages to climb up the side of nearby building. "Ha! You think I did not prepare for all of you?" Ravakov laughed. Several rapid fire gattling guns shot at Cloud's group as the Death WEAPON roared like some type of lion. Following the bullets, missiles emerged from the WEAPON's side, shooting at Cloud's group.
OOC: Does anyone notice that we have tags now? BIC: "Why is it always me?" Xane asked, catching Kardas' fist in his hand, and pushing it backwards. Xane then hits Kardas in the jaw with a punch of his own. In the Northeast sector of dark Midgar, the location of a former resistance group to ShinRA, now the official defense force to Midgar. A young private walked towards the commander in the meeting room. "Sir! There's been reports of a...giant metal creature, destroying the outskirts of the Eastern sector," the private reported. "Send in a small squad to take care of it," the commander replied dully, having seen too many giant creature attacks in this world to take care of it. "If they can't do it, Cloud and his team certainly will." "Sir, I don't think that'll be enough..." the young private reported. "Why the hell not?" The commander asked. "Can you get me a visual?" "Uh....Yes..Yes, I think so," the private replied. "I'll try to patch one in." A image feed was sent directly to a screen in the commander's meeting room. "My God..." the commander frowned. "What the hell is that thing?" "We...believe it's controlled by...Ravakov," the private frowned. "Get the whole defense force out there! Activate the slums' old defense systems!" the commander shouted. "Sir..those are for-" the private started. "How else are we going to stop that thing?" The commander asked. "I'll get right on that, sir," the private replied. *** Deep beneath Midgar, an old defense system was slowly turned online. It was outdated technology. It's only true strength was in numbers. Eighteen hundred cannons were spread throughout Midgar. None of them had been activated in nine years. Now, they rose from the ground, all pointing towards Ravakov's Death WEAPON. The commander prayed they would work.
OOC: Sorry. Chores. BIC: "Wrong move, fat boy," Xane grunted leaping over Kardas and stomping his foot on his head. *** Ravakov, inclined in his seat as the Death WEAPON walked towards the land known as Cosmo Canyon, crushing anything in it's path with it's various weaponry.
Xane followed Sephiroth and co.
"So, where we headed," Xane asked. "Towards that big metal...thing? Or fat boy?" *** The Death WEAPON's then changed it's course. It directed itself east of Midgar and made it's way from there. Ravakov destroyed anything in his path.
"Lets go," Xane smiled walking outside. *** The Death WEAPON launched a beam off of the rail gun, hitting the Mako Reactor. The explosion was minor, but big enough to turn the entire area it was contained in into a crater.
OOC: You can reply as Kardas. And finish whatever plans Scourge and Sorion have for dark Midgar.
OOC: Did you see my post on the last page?
OOC: Really? PM me what you need help on, then.
OOC: Waiting for what to happen?
OOC: Aw, everyones gone... "Continue everything as planned, " Ravakov smiled, steering the Death WEAPON towards dark Midgar's Mako Reactors. ""But first, I think I'll test it's veapon system out, first." Two rail guns emerged from each end of the WEAPON. With them, one wire cord. Thrusters emerged from the back and propelled the machine toward the Mako Reactor with an speed. Ravakov closed the hatch on the WEAPON, letting, shaking off Hojan and Alyt. He then pulled up a microphone and spoke through some sort of loud speaker on the machine. "Kardas! Vake up! I's feeding time!" Ravakov called out."This vorld is of no use to us anymore!:
"I'm sorry...I've come way too far to stop now," Ravakov cackled.
"It is quite simple, Hojan," Ravakov started to explain. "The fourth god is going to graciously except these Laser cores as a gift. They are more valuable than the veapons themselves, yes? As for the other two cores?....Oh, I have plans for them." Without warning, Hojan's ship started rocking back and forth. As it shook, various parts of it tore off by themselves and started swirling around them. Far away, from the sea that connected Dark Atlantica to Midgar, Pieces of the sub-marines that Ravakov sank slowly rose from the bottom of the sea and started to form together with the parts of Hojan's ship. Pipes underneath Midgar and various electronic and metallic devices started to flow from under the grounds of Midgar. Lastly, huge machine parts labeled, WEAPON gathered around formation of metal that Ravakov was creating. In the center of it lied two of the laser cores. Once the tornado of metal was complete, a machine stood before them. A machine that Ravakov spent three years designing the blueprints for. The machine was huge. Bigger than any Death Drum, or ship anyone on Midgar had ever scene. Ravakov merely laughed as he guided himself towards the cockpit and took a seat, getting used to the machine. "Three years of work...It's complete," Ravakov cackled. "The plan to retrieve the Virus is coming to a perfect close! Vith this machine, I vill achieve my goal! I present to you...Death WEAPON!!!" Ravakov shouted, trying not to use his accent, so anyone nearby could understand. "Now...to test it out..."
"Thank you," Ravakov smiled intently. "He pulled out a large bag filled with gold coins. Worth more than any Sora System Money. Tossing "Meray" the bag, Ravakov proceeded to gather the weapons and place them in another bag. As he did, he did something...unexpected with each weapon. He took out the U.P.A standard Laser core. Without the laser core, the weapons wouldn't work half as well. Even worse, the Laser Core was possibly even deadlier than the completed Death Drum, if handled improperly. And Ravakov just pulled it right fro the weapons in an almost carefree way. Meray had to wonder what the hell Ravakov was doing...
"Ravakov," Ravakov answered. "I'll pay you, but you'll have to show me the veapons first. I'd at least like to see if they are the real deal."
Ravakov had to hold in his impulse to unleash a violent fit of rage and asked, "I'll pay you four thousand Sora System munny. No more. No less. You'll then give me the veapons with the added bonus of keeping your pitiful lives. And please... No tricks."
"I payed in advance," Ravakov sneered, his smile fading.
Ravakov raise his eyebrow a bit, before responding, "Yes, yes. My weapons, please."
Ravakov approached it with anticipation. They were here. He'd even temporarily forgotten about his escapees, though he knew where they were.
