Fallen Knights

[Lau]

"We are the fallen and the forgotten, we marched the battlefield of old, unafraid of any man or monster we beat back the tide when the world was at it's darkest days, only to be forgotten among the bloody haze."

The word emblazoned on the anchient tomb of the Fallen Knights of Courtezhan royal gaurd to a family line that no longer lives. They fell to greed war and battle leaving their marks upon world, a sorcerer was called upon in secret to bind the souls of these warriors into their armor empowering these suits armor with years of experience, and the very prowess that carried these warriors through the battles of old. Many a sorcerer guided the wearers of these enchanted armors until a curse was cast upon them by the very same Sorcerers by orders of the Emporer himself the armor was to made invincible, the curse devoured the souls of those foolish enough to wear them with every fallen warrior they changed and grew in power, the original soul of the first fallen Knight dominated this evolution, transforming the armor into an avatar of their being becomeing living steel the metal healing as if it were flesh the weapon as viscious an animal and even the cloth came to life, the wearers could no longer cast aside the armor being locked beneath a second skin their carcasses cast out as drained old men and women the armor conforming to the size and shape of the next unlucky soul. I twas only when they began exhibiting unearthly power was the curse removed and they were used in the greatest of wars yet and the shortest.

It was those of ruling class generals and nobility even the emporer himself took it upon themselves to ware the perfected armor unite the land in one bloody conflict washing across the nation with many armies each led by one of the Fallen as they came to be called led by Red Emporer the moniker for the crimson armor of the Emporer himself, there were many of these suits the Red Emporer the strongest of them remained in the royal family, while those that severd as generals were given lordship over the old kingdom were allowed to keep these unmatched weapons of war not only as tools but as symbols of lordship.

As thousands of years passed with peace in the hearts men and women these weapons were forgotten and seen only as symbols as were the old magiks, and technology began flourish. Many of ancient lordships became nations many of the smaller ones devoured by the larger ones and technology came to the point of war and surged ahead once more to the point where mechanical armor was brought to bear cybernetic suits armed with powerful weapons and amazing technology, it was a world war, the cybernetic beasts were Armored Combat Exoskeletons ACE's few but powerful.

But the time came and fate gave a chance for the past to be reborn anew in this time of war the Fallen would rise again.

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He was ignorant of the importance of this battle the streets were being flooded with enemy soldiers at least Two ACE's among them. He fell back into the museum firing off a few rounds his clip running dry fast , his short black hair a mess with dirt mud and blood, his scavenges uniform much the same holes worn into it here and there he wasn't a soldier he was only seventeen only the militia would take him but he had his hopes and imaginings to fuel him, but now it was a backpeddle with guns blazing.

Slipping through the first exhibit he came to the Oldkingdoms section, the statue of the Black Knight the Wraith standing pround at the centre of the room, it's heavily robed figure hiding fearsome armor at it's feet were a pair of ornate chains bladed at their ends, at least ten feet each, the Black Knight apparently used these as weapons in the days of old, under the hood stared a skull like helmet, it was intimidating but as much as it captured his attension he had bigger problems.

He decided to hide behind it maybe it could soak up a few bullets, but as he got close bullets shattered the glass case, and still he just stared at it being drawn in by something he couldn't explain oblivious to the bullets zipping around him, the armor unfurled like a flower in spring and he found himself casting off the baggy fatigues he wore he stepped into the armor in a shorts and a muscle shirt and it closed around him bullets riccocheting of the metal as it close and tightend around him.

"What the hell am I doing get me out of this!" He regained control of himself for but a moment armored fingers searching for a seam somewhere to pry it off, but none. His thoughts focused on the sounds of bullets bouncing off his shell, and he chuckled to himself, moving from the pedestal getting a feel for this strangely light armor, and felling an urge to take up the chain now behind him.. He took them up and soldiers swarmed somehow knowing how to weild these weapons swinging and slicing toward his enemies until he was among them in a haze of screams and gun fire, not a single bullet managing to even scratch the armor. The enemies regrouped at the entrance firing from many angles staggering him back, swing the chains around his waist he secured them before doing something that seemed so natural but also amazing in a black blur it warped behind the soldiers swinging free a fore arm blade nearly three feet long, cutting the soldiers to ribbons while warping to'n'fro across the room avoiding gun fire, the robes still fluttering long after he stopped movement and the soldiers left dead.

A blast rocked him backward and an ACE stepped through the smoke where a hole had been blown in the wall "Come on I'll take you donw too!" Overly confident in this ancient armor he let the ACE in it's sleek modern armor and glowing blue visor, to level an oversized rocket launcher in his direction firing another shot the Wraith moved behind the ACE "Over here he whispered, the ACE reacted faster than he anticipated and elbow came inches from his face, instincted bring up his own hand to stop this attack, the ACE reacting by swinging around into a knee directly striking his ribs.

ACE's were strong enough to tear through steel this kick shook him even inside his own armor, but he Warped away intime to avoid another attack, and warped forward using the momentum to increase the impact his attack had, it was amazing as he plowed the ACE through the concrete and into the street, while he Warped back into the Museum picking up the Rocket launcher and loading another round "Oldworld meets high explosives, nice." The ACE was at his mercy as he pulled the trigger and blew it into oblivion.

Still in awe of all this he walked bakc into the museum to where he left his stuffpicking up a radio "Joshua, are you there Joshua pick up man somebody says we have an ally taking out ACE's get you ass to the museum!" They were talking about him this young man now the Black Knight was Joshua, and he now had more than he wished for; the chance to be a hero.

[fenrir]

They were fighting all over the city; he didn’t know why this particular city interested anyone, it didn’t look any different than the other dozen or so that he’d fought in so far. All thoughts were banished from his mind however as bullets starting flying over his head and he was forced to duck into the nearest building; one quick look around lead him to believe it was a gallery of some sort, with artwork and statues placed all around the moderately sized room. Judging by the residential nature of the area he guessed it was a private collection, some hobby of a bored businessman with too much money.

A window exploding nearby convinced him to move further into the room. In the centre, previously obscured by other displays, was a large suit of armour standing tall on a pedestal. It was old, though seemed to be in unnaturally good condition; it was coloured a deep crimson, like blood, with some areas of black mixed in. Next to it stood a long Scythe, slightly taller than the armour but looking light all the same; the blade was curved, although it was angled upwards slightly, so that the point was facing directly away from the staff, rather than curving inwards.

Drawing his vision away from the impressive sight, he turned just in time to see the door kicked open and two more soldiers walk in. They immediately opened fire on him and he spun away to avoid being hit. He stumbled however, and fell towards the armour, which, to his surprised, opened up to catch him before closing around him. He panicked for a second before some instinct, not his own, took over and he immediately reached for and picked up the scythe. He walked towards the two soldiers as they kept firing in vain, the bullets bounced harmlessly off of his metal shell. He reached them and quickly speared one through the chest with the blade of his weapon before grabbing the other with his other hand, silencing his strangled voice before dropping him and walking on out the door.

As he walked out into the street he heard a familiar and at any other time dreaded sound and an enemy ACE moved around the corner and charged him. He braced himself for the impact and slid backwards a few inches when it hit but otherwise kept his footing. The modern suit jumped back before raising a large minigun and levelling it at him; it opened fire but hit only air as he leapt to the side and ran around behind the ACE. It spun around faster then he thought but still managed to slice the blade of his Scythe deep into the mechanical armours side before it could react in any significant way. It didn’t stop moving however and raised its weapon once more and fired point blank; the bullets didn’t break through the armour but the occupant still felt every hit. Before he could take too much damage he spun away from the ACE freeing his weapon before hitting again, slicing through the same open wound as before this time severing the suit in two.

The part of his mind that still belonged to him though numbly about the situation

Sure, the unit at the museum gets given ACE’s to take on a few badly trained militia, while we have to find theirs on our own

Somewhere on the street a radio broadcasted a message.

All units report to the museum, we have an unidentified enemy destroying ACE’s. Repeat, all available units report to the museum

He started moving before the message even ended and not long after he stood in front of the large building. A hole in the wall a smoking ACE and dozens of still bodies evidence to the fighting that took place. He walked through the large double doors, hanging loosely on their hinges and immediately spotted the enemy mentioned on the radio. A suit of black armour, not unlike his own, standing their still holding the rocket launcher used to destroy the ACE. It was a strange sight but one that still seemed oddly familiar to him.

“Are you my enemy?”
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This might be longer than the last time I had to post this.
This is basically what my armour looks like, only with the metal coloured a deep crimson.
http://keun-chul.deviantart.com/art/Knight-104331270

[Lau]

Joshua tossed aside the rocket launcher "That'd be my bet." Something in him new this other amour, but held a certain distaste for it. In an instant he was behind the Crimson armour thrusting froward with a kick his opponent staggered regaining his composure while wheeling into a downward stroke of it's scythe, Joshua made to gaurd the blow with the forearm blade, forcing him back with a push, with this room created they began the duel in ernest the Crimson Knightmaking wide and deadly Arcs with the Wraith swiped and struck out with chains trying to stay at a distance only to be reeled in by the hooked weapon, and his own blind addiction to this fight.

Joshua seemed as if he was no longer in control the Black KNight whiping and swinging it's chains round and round in a deadly whirlwind, the Crimson Knight using it's reach in many an attempt to interupt the flowing attacks, and pulling the Black Knight who resisted in attempt to pull him off balance the Crimson KNight won out and the Wraith attempted to Warp out of the hold only givng his opponent enough momentum to swing him into the air and into mueseum wall.

This was enough playing the last blow landed by the red beast was the last straw, he began warping rapidly from one point to the other wrapping his opponent in the chains while striking with fist and boot at every pass until winding into a massive final blow. Hovering over the tired opponent Joshua himself tired enough to pass out, and readying to make the kill, only a massive clang of metal and the overbearing explosion slamming him full into his chest. Rolling violently down the street and slamming full force into a lamp post Joshua lost consciousness.

Rolling into the square was a Behemoth Tank, a duel barrelled cannon brute with thick armour and twin turrets to gaurd the flanks of the cannons. flooding in around this beast were soldiers, foreign to this battle a third party only more heavily armed as Three ACE's could be seen sitting atop the B-Tank a voice pouring through it' speakers "Take both of them."

[fenrir]

He was tired; with the fight before and this one, plus the fact he hadn’t gotten used to using the armour made him feel more tired than he’d ever felt before. Yet he still felt he could fight, like he should fight against whoever it was who probably just saved his life from the black knight.

Soldier surrounded him; they weren’t on his side and they weren’t part of the others army or militias. It was a new group, more heavily armed and armoured than either side. This can’t be good.

He struggled against the chains wrapped around him but made no headway, they were too restricting. Just as the third part soldiers were surrounding him he felt a new instinct appear in some part of his mind and he instantly knew what to do. A second later a series of large spikes erupted out of his armour, tearing the chain to shreds (its magical it’ll grow back). The soldiers around him backed up a few steps but held firm. He grabbed his Scythe from the floor where he’d dropped it and immediately rushed the three blocking the door and broke through them into the street.

The three ACE’s acted quickly, rising off the tank when they saw him and charging towards him. Two were armed as the last one was, with miniguns, while the third carried a rocket launcher like the black knight did when he first arrived. He dodged a rocket fired from the third ACE before running towards one of the other two. He managed to get behind one of them before sliding the blade of his weapon through its back; it fell forward and the lights that lit up the visor slowly dimmed. He looked up just as a rocket slammed into his chest plate. He managed to keep his footing but stumble back before regaining his composure and running towards the ACE that fired.

He ran right up to the suit and raised his hand to its visor, instinct kicked in again and several spikes shot out from his palm, including one large one from the centre, and pieced the visor and the suits inhabitant; the spike receded back into his hand and he jumped away as the last remaining ACE rushed in. he swing his weapon at its legs as it past and it the bulky armour fell awkwardly to the ground; he walked over to it and swung the blade down onto its back, piecing the metal.

With all the ACE’s dead he turned to face the much larger tank just in time to see the duel turret levelled and him and the heavy shell being propelled towards him. He braced himself as best he could but was still through backwards before landing heavily against a wall. As he lost consciousness the last thing he heard was a static muffled voice saying. “Take them now, and make sure you secure them properly”

[Prometheus]

"Sir, we've recovered the last two Avatars."

Garrison Simms was the independantly wealthy leader of a a faction known as, The Free World. His faction was one that supported a democratic government with out seperation of the classes. He wished to create a sort of, live and let live society. Ironically, however, he amassed his fortune through war mongering and weapons sales.

He turned his bright brown eyes on his charming young assitant. Her skin was the color of roasted honey and complimented her hair tones wonderfully. She dressed very professional, blouse, blazer, longer skirt, with four inch pumps. "Well let's go have a look at them shall we?" he said as he stood from his leather recliner and walked by.

"Be advised, sir, the Avatars where in action when we took them," she said with out moving from her spot. She could feel the rage boiling in her boss's chest.

"Well now God Damn!" Simms yelled as he threw an air kick. "I take it the hosts are still alive?" he growled.

"Unfortunately."

Garrison rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Shauna, send for Savage, I'm going down to have a look any way."

"Mr. Simms, Sgt. Savage is currently using a kyosk two floors up, it would be wise to simply wait for him to join us," Shauna tried to be Garrison's voice of reason from time to time.

"No need. If Savage did his job properly, those things wont be able to move an inch," Garrison said before marching towards an elevator.

On the way down Garrison fidgeted with his cuff links while thinking this whole project over. It had taken some time, but he had successfully orchestrated a battle in each of the Seven Kingdoms, with all the commotion going on, no one could ever be sure what happened to the Avatars, and with the world in escelating violence, no one really cared. It would be far too late by the time any one realized what had happened.

Garrison was combining strengths and attributes from the Avatars and pouring them into a new ACE he had code named Prometheus.

The Jade Avatar, called so for it's green tinted armor, had been brought in with a host inside. The Jade was the largest of the Avatars and boasted a large war hammer as its weapon. Needless to say security measures where tightened down since then.

The elevator came to a stop at the bottom floor of the underground bunker, and the door slid open. The two ACEs on gaurd nodded their heads at their leader and stiffened up. Garrison gave both of them a smack in the midsection and motioned for them to follow him. The two black ACEs raised their pulse rifles to the ready, one ACE took point while the other covered the rear.

They walked down the broad corridor to the opening of a huge cavern. Garrison gripped the railing on the catwalk and looked down at his newest collections. The Avatars where chained down to seperate electromagnetic platforms designed to drain the Avatars energy.

"The Wraith and the Lord Avatar," Garrison said to himself as a mad grin spread over his face. "Mortal enemies, the story says that the wraith was spawned from an assasin. This assasin was on a mission to kill the emperor, but met the young princess first. She struck him with her beauty and he let the king live. To be near her, the young assasin took a position in the military and she used her influences to bring him inside the palace. At that time it was a custom that the only man worthy of marrying a princess had to slay her father in fair combat. But she wouldn't let the assasin kill her father, and in an instant of rage, the emperor tried a sneak attack on the assassin, but his daughter threw herself into the emperor's scythe."

Garrison chuckled and headed down the stair case, one ACE stayed at the top, the other went with him. The Avatars where all chained to electromagnetic platforms, five where standing, but the Wraith and the Lord where in kneeling positions, hands behind their backs. In addition to the two black sentinels covering Garrison there where at least twelve more on cycling shifts. The idea was to keep maximum fire power trained on the Avatars at all times.

Garrison cocked his head and serveyed the final two. The hosts had awaken and where trying to break free, he could hear their frustrated grunts as the Avatars shuddered furiously trying to gain leverage against the chains. Coming from the Avatars, these sounds where terrifying and Garrison stayed his distance.

"You boys should come on out of there while you still can," Garrison said casually.

[UnseenEYES]

Overlook the base at that moment were two ominous forms, staring down unmoving, they'd gone unnoticed so far thus was the folly that presented itself to these two beasts, one was the Grey Titan the juggernaught of old the only equal to the Jade Dragons strength it's this steel skin and statuesque form armed onlt by heavily armored gauntlets, capable of pulverising stone and steel alike with enough strength to tear even the modern tank into peices, it was true to it name a Titan.

Though the Grey Titan was to be feared worse yet was that of the red armor standing to it's left The Red Emporer, it had been hidden away from the world in places left unknown, it's massive sword was indestructible acting to crush cleave and even sheild the Emporer, the Emporer's abilities were linked to the force used against it strikes and blows would accumulate building up power to be used in a beserker rage or in a massive kinetic blast. "Fools think they have the true Emporer when they merely have the lieutenant the Blood Knight I don't see the resemblance myself." He mused to the Titan at his left who stood silent with a nod.

"I've gathered my information and I cannot abide a blending of Steel besides that would merely render the magiks inhert defeating the pupose and releasing the souls bound there." He marveled at the armour he wore "It's amazing the knowledge presented by Emporer, but let us show them the power we hold the others are will be waiting for us so try not to take too long killing them all." The Titan nodded before trudging down toward the base it's perimeter guns trained on it a warning broadcasted then open fired in futility the Titans amour rendered most weapons useless even these large turrets clanged harmlessly off it's armour as it charged the outer wall punching through to the other side and into the courtyard of paniced soldiers, ACE's swarming the first to get close was snatched from the air as it jumped into the attack slammed into the ground with cloud of smoke, and crushed under foot, the armour cracked and the squishy interior oozed out.

The Titan charged for the Power facility ripping into the building, moving straight for the generators as he was told gripping tight at this massive base and pulling it free and tearing each generator off it's hinges avoiding the explosions and fallout from the nuclear fission generators. That was all the Emporer needed the Titan would hold the courtyard long enough for him to extract his new comrads, but he would have to be quick even the Titan had limits.

The Emporer made a swift advance sword at the ready, an ACE leveled a rocket laucher at the Emporer who responed by throwing the massive swor splitting the ACE in two and grabbing up the blade as he rushed passed wheeling into a wide cutting arc felling the fleeing soldiers foolish enough to stand in his way. He cut his way deeper into the facility unhindered by any and all the energy building with every bullet that bounced off it's armour until he came to a blast door leading into the labs and Unleashed a directed kinetic blast ripping the door off it's hinges and sending it across the room. He soon came to see the Wraith and the Blood Knight before him "It is time you both left with me." He announced.

(OOC:Powers out so the magnets holding your characters should be down and yeah I'm pretty sure that Fenrir's character is not the Red Emporer if I'
m wrong say so)

[Prometheus]

"I found them first," Garrison said from inside the Striker.

A large ball made from a super dense mineral came hammering into the "Emperor's" chest causing him to fall back against a concrete column. The Striker represented a kingdom of broad open landscapes and light wooded areas, this was apparent in its design and special features. The legs where longer, making it faster on the ground and giving it a considerable reach advantage in unarmed combat. Moving up the body we find a short torso, allowing for scrambling maneuvers, with the special weapons mounted on the shoulders.

Upon the shoulders of the striker where two boulders held in place by retractable braces. The Striker could release the boulders, and through a unique resonance, use them against numerous opponents by using precise kicks, chest bumps, and even head butts.

Garrison stepped the Striker down from its platform, its first strike ball rolling towards him. "You know, it's rude to walk in a man's secret underground facility uninvited," he said through the Striker's voice box.

The Emperor stood and, like any king, dusted himself off before reaching for his blade.

"Don't do it," Garrison said with a smirk.

The Emperor made a quick lunge for the blade, but the boulder bounced off his helmet sending him reeling back.

With the power off, the Blood Knight was able to use his spikes. He laughed as they smashed through the chains, but his actions alerted the Striker.

Garrison timed a round house kick that bounced from the Knight, to the Emperor and back home again, sending the knight off balance to his rear end.

"You think this is a game?" the Emperor growled, flipping his large sword around his wrist. "Try that crap again."

Garrison smirked and fired a straight shot. The emperor was ready to deflect it with his sword, but didn't count on the Striker to evade the return shot, drop the second ball, and fire off a low counter in one twirling motion.

The Emperor tore down a corridor as he went stumbling from pillar to column trying to regain his balance. Garrison set his eyes on the Knight. The pilot had wasted a lot of energy struggling against magnetized chains and was very slow on his recovery. Striker used kick methods to lift the two boulders into the air and began bouncing them off the top of his head as Garrison readied his final strike, a pair of back flip kicks ending in a kneeling stance that allowed the boulders to home in on their shoulder mounted cradles.

Garrison eyed the Wraith which had remained motionless the whole time. "You got a choice to make. Them or me," Garrison said to the young pilot.