Post by Lux on Jan 9, 2015 22:00:02 GMT -8
(All Dreads and those associated with Dreadnaught, please PM nevermore93 through Chatango or Lux on the site for your orders during the attack before you post.)
Lux stood once more on the bridge of the USS Dreadnaught super aircraft carrier. Peering around the bridge he saw technicians and helmsmen hard at work to coordinate the behemoth to it's resting place outside the coast of California, just beyond the horizon. He had already deployed fishing trawlers under the pretext of getting back from deeps sea fishing in case they were questioned, to deploy howitzer nests on Santa Catalina and Anacapa Island. As if on cue a crew member to his right announced this fact to him. The news was welcomed but this was just one part of an operation that would change the course of history no matter how it turned out. Though Lux had a sneaking suspicion that it would develop in his favor, for this time the gods could give him no quarrel. He was not threatening the lives of innocents with plague, simply conducting a routine military operation. It was true, nothing could stop him now, he even had the prophet of war on his side this time. Not to mention the secret surprise he had waiting down in the hanger in addition to the jets and carrier craft. He had weapons that the normal person would over look as harmless although they were anything but. He had sat and spent every spare moment on this plan and it was flawless, enough to make even the author of the "Art of War" proud. Lux walked to the residing captain of the vessel and informed him that he was to have the jets ready to scramble at Lux's own command. Soon he walked out of the bridge quietly singing to himself, "Into the Father land the Dreadnaught march. Comrades stand side by side to start the Dreadnaught charge. Abrams on Bright Blood soil, a thunder in the west. One million men at war, The Dreadnaught wrath unleashed."
He continued his walk until he had reached the hanger doors, when he paused for a moment as he began to pull it in. "Wielder of the six swords I call upon thee to join me on this plane of existence. To join me on the field of battle, to cut down those that stand against. Gilgamesh join me on this stage of war to create the subtle art that is combat." With a flash of light the tall bluish-grey man stood behind him, weapons on his hips. "I was wondering when you would call upon me, after this long a time I'm not sure you really needed my services." Lux chuckled. "Trust me Gilgs, I still need ya. I just want you to see what come next. With that pulled open the door to the hanger and saw the many people working over time to make sure those jets were ready for the fight, but in the center of the hanger was a long rectangular mass covered by a large tarp. The mass's irregular divots and bulges became more noticeable as Lux and his Eiodelon descended to long metal stair case. When he reached the bottom he made his way to the center of the mysterious object and chuckled. He looked to the crane operator and gave him a hand signal to raise the sheet off.
Eleanor sat quietly by the transport helicopter that would take her to the fight. Letting out a worried sigh she got up and chaecked over her rifle again before picking at her skin tight clothes. She was bored but soon the fun would begin when she took her spot amongst the men and women of Dreadnaught as it's sniper dread. The thought of it ran through her mind as she looked down into the hanger to see lux signaling something, dreamy as ever. When the tarp was finally out of the way she honestly couldn't believe what she saw.
Under the tarp were 10 dragon corpses laying side by side in a row. Some were little more than bone, but others were almost newly dead by the looks of them. He had sent teams out to recover these corpses, under the pretext that he would bring them back, or give them warrior burials. Though there they all laid, dead as the silence was when Lux uncovered them. He smirked for a moment before taking off his uniform shirt and hat revealing a black wife-beater underneath before he took a wide legged stance, holding his arms out taking a deep breath in. Lux poured all of his focus onto the dragons letting his energy flow out through his arms like the breath from his lungs. He dropped his arms before pulling them back up under great stress as if he was lifting a heavy object. For only moment it looked as if nothing was going to happen before the eye sockets of the dragons slowly lit with a dark purple light before it spread around their body. Slowly the decrepit dragons rose from the floor with stiff movements. With a few minutes time they all stood proudly as if they were standing at attention. Lux looked at Gilgs who was simply slack jawed by the sight. He took off his pants and shoes, before changing into the armor that he had made specifically for this day. He strapped his six swords to his side and looked at the Hanger Foreman. "Tell the Captain send word to the other ships to scramble and begin phase one of the Destruction of Los Angeles."
Lux stood once more on the bridge of the USS Dreadnaught super aircraft carrier. Peering around the bridge he saw technicians and helmsmen hard at work to coordinate the behemoth to it's resting place outside the coast of California, just beyond the horizon. He had already deployed fishing trawlers under the pretext of getting back from deeps sea fishing in case they were questioned, to deploy howitzer nests on Santa Catalina and Anacapa Island. As if on cue a crew member to his right announced this fact to him. The news was welcomed but this was just one part of an operation that would change the course of history no matter how it turned out. Though Lux had a sneaking suspicion that it would develop in his favor, for this time the gods could give him no quarrel. He was not threatening the lives of innocents with plague, simply conducting a routine military operation. It was true, nothing could stop him now, he even had the prophet of war on his side this time. Not to mention the secret surprise he had waiting down in the hanger in addition to the jets and carrier craft. He had weapons that the normal person would over look as harmless although they were anything but. He had sat and spent every spare moment on this plan and it was flawless, enough to make even the author of the "Art of War" proud. Lux walked to the residing captain of the vessel and informed him that he was to have the jets ready to scramble at Lux's own command. Soon he walked out of the bridge quietly singing to himself, "Into the Father land the Dreadnaught march. Comrades stand side by side to start the Dreadnaught charge. Abrams on Bright Blood soil, a thunder in the west. One million men at war, The Dreadnaught wrath unleashed."
He continued his walk until he had reached the hanger doors, when he paused for a moment as he began to pull it in. "Wielder of the six swords I call upon thee to join me on this plane of existence. To join me on the field of battle, to cut down those that stand against. Gilgamesh join me on this stage of war to create the subtle art that is combat." With a flash of light the tall bluish-grey man stood behind him, weapons on his hips. "I was wondering when you would call upon me, after this long a time I'm not sure you really needed my services." Lux chuckled. "Trust me Gilgs, I still need ya. I just want you to see what come next. With that pulled open the door to the hanger and saw the many people working over time to make sure those jets were ready for the fight, but in the center of the hanger was a long rectangular mass covered by a large tarp. The mass's irregular divots and bulges became more noticeable as Lux and his Eiodelon descended to long metal stair case. When he reached the bottom he made his way to the center of the mysterious object and chuckled. He looked to the crane operator and gave him a hand signal to raise the sheet off.
Eleanor sat quietly by the transport helicopter that would take her to the fight. Letting out a worried sigh she got up and chaecked over her rifle again before picking at her skin tight clothes. She was bored but soon the fun would begin when she took her spot amongst the men and women of Dreadnaught as it's sniper dread. The thought of it ran through her mind as she looked down into the hanger to see lux signaling something, dreamy as ever. When the tarp was finally out of the way she honestly couldn't believe what she saw.
Under the tarp were 10 dragon corpses laying side by side in a row. Some were little more than bone, but others were almost newly dead by the looks of them. He had sent teams out to recover these corpses, under the pretext that he would bring them back, or give them warrior burials. Though there they all laid, dead as the silence was when Lux uncovered them. He smirked for a moment before taking off his uniform shirt and hat revealing a black wife-beater underneath before he took a wide legged stance, holding his arms out taking a deep breath in. Lux poured all of his focus onto the dragons letting his energy flow out through his arms like the breath from his lungs. He dropped his arms before pulling them back up under great stress as if he was lifting a heavy object. For only moment it looked as if nothing was going to happen before the eye sockets of the dragons slowly lit with a dark purple light before it spread around their body. Slowly the decrepit dragons rose from the floor with stiff movements. With a few minutes time they all stood proudly as if they were standing at attention. Lux looked at Gilgs who was simply slack jawed by the sight. He took off his pants and shoes, before changing into the armor that he had made specifically for this day. He strapped his six swords to his side and looked at the Hanger Foreman. "Tell the Captain send word to the other ships to scramble and begin phase one of the Destruction of Los Angeles."