Post by Ryan - Loki on Jun 26, 2008 9:42:49 GMT
Outbreak
Part 1 - Dragonias End?
Part 1 - Dragonias End?
It had been but only a few month since the annual and legendary martial-arts tournament of Dragonia, the Esperanza Edition, and all those warriors whom had taken part had gone back about their lives. For a short while, but a while nevertheless, the planet of Dragonia, and all of it’s residents, lived within a time of peace and harmony. Yet behind the scenes, in the very shadows, all was not well on Dragonia.
A secret organisation, unknown to the world around them, had come together and created a powerful bacteria, capable of targeting only those within the world whom have an abnormally high inner energy single; it’s codename Snow-White 1. It was tried and tested on non-other than one of the members of Dragonias legendary heroes, Hitomi Kahaya. The experiment was a success.
“Once released into the air the toxin directly homed in on her abnormally high power signature... it took a total of one hundred-thirty-three seconds for the bacteria to achieve the goal, after entering her body. However, we believe that with a little more research, we might shorten the time necessary to a single-digit number. Dr. Nagata has been making considerable progress in multiplying the already potent powers of our Snow-White 1.”
Soon enough the bacteria was ready and the organisation released it out across the globe. Almost instantly the planets warriors fell victim to the bacteria’s effects, each and every one of them quickly feeling disorientated, their thoughts seemingly slipping out of their grasp, before finally slipping into an unconscious state.
Soon each warrior would awake from their slumber, and as they did so the entire reality of the terrible travesty that had come about all around them while they had been held captive in their confusing bout of slumber would most certainly hit home harder than any emotion or feeling that they had ever felt in the entirety of their lives, perhaps even harder than anyone else in the whole universe had ever felt. At any rate none of this mattered, nothing did anymore, as Dragonia had been destroyed.
It hadn’t been completely destroyed, there was a planet left around them, however it just might as well have been completely destroyed. All that remained was the mere appearance of a shell that was the planets former glory. All that remained to give homage to the past truth of the planet’s vibrant existence and it’s population, apart from the hand-full of warriors that were scattered across it’s surface rousing from their sleep, were the odd object dotted here and there; a child’s toy, a picture somewhat scolded around the edges, the skeletal remains of a once tall building or city, perhaps even the odd slowly decomposing corpse.
The destruction was full-scale, seemingly covering every single inch of the planet’s surface. In a sense it was truly amazing that such a feat was possible.
It was enough to bring a tear to the eye of the coldest person, even if they hadn’t been attached to the planet or anyone upon it in any sense of the word. The death of a planet, and so many people whether innocent or not, was not an easy thing to take in or cope with, for anyone. Despite the aliment of the ones who remained, whether they walked the path of truth and justice or the path of chaos and destruction, at this moment they would all become equal upon the scorched and barren soil beneath their feet, as they had all lost something on this day.
The planet’s sea had vanished, every single part of ocean completely gone, the only exceptions being small pockets of water splashed about on the continents where the depth of the water pocket didn’t allow all of the water to return back to the now barren wasteland where the ocean once resided. Had the water simply dried away? Considering the raise in planet temperature due to the fires that covered almost two thirds of the planets surface, it had been a small percentage of the cause, but the main cause of the planets lack of H2O fell to the creator that resided where Nasrad once was.
Reaching roughly 500-600 kilometres in diameter, it was here that all the water disappeared into to. The depth of the crater was unknown, but in accordance with the piping hot steam that was constantly flowing out of the hole high up into the planets atmosphere lead to the conclusion that it lead directly down to the planets core; the steam created by that of the sea water evaporating against the magma of the planets core - or perhaps even the fires of hell.
Lavertia had taken on the appearance of it’s neighbouring country Bedoe. Instead of the lush landscape, the fresh-water rivers and natural lakes that spanned across the continent, the enriching the soil and keeping the flora across the entirety of the country, the constant gentle breezes that darted across the landscape, ruffling the branches of the ancient oak threes or the rolling fields of endless grass that covered the horizon, everything was dry and dead. Earthquakes had plagued the land, tearing it apart and voiding it of any past beauty that the land was so renowned for.
Bedoe had never been a hospitable country, neither in the sense of it’s ecosystem or it’s inhabitants, and many believed that it was hardly possible for it to have been worse than it always was, they were wrong. The geographical fact that Bedoe resided just below sea level had always worked in favour of Beode’s inhabitants, at least in the summer when it granted them a consistent cool breeze, but in this dark time Bedoe has slipped into a perpetual state of winter, it physically impossible for life to sustain itself within the land for prolonged intervals. At times a hurricane system was known to abnormally form over the country, forcing the freezing cold air from the atmosphere down onto the land, the air so cold it quite literally froze anything in a matter of seconds.
Both Eastern and Western Parmecia had always been in direct competition with each other, even if it wasn’t a widely known or a believed theory. Where Eastern Parmecia’s appearance fell into the unfortunate category of ‘ordinary’ or ‘plain’ where Western Parmecia had always been described as the ‘Lavertia of the northern hemisphere’ . As you can imagine, having the neighbouring country be labelled in such a fashion when the other was just far too ordinary for any acknowledgement wasn’t a very easy thing to suffer, but the countries managed to have an extremely peaceful existence between them both. None of that longer existed.
Both countries were in a relentless state of inferno. The exact science behind the phenomenon was unknown, as is much upon the new world, but that didn’t stop the facts from remaining a reality. Across the entirety of the two countries the elegant flickering of the orange and red flames were truly a beautiful sight, but a sight that was ruined by the sheer truth of the death and damage that it has caused the planet and the people who once resided upon it. The flames along with all the smoke and dust, from the fires and debris that now caused the once beautiful blue sky to have become pitch-black in colour. The air toxic to breath the higher towards the atmosphere one went.
Due to an unknown reason, although believed to be the fault of Nasrad collapsing into the planets core, the lower half of Western Parmecia and the entire Zolan Lands had sunken below sea level, causing the remaining water from the planet sea to completely submerge the two countries, or at least part of Western Parmecia, completely underwater.
Much like the fires that constantly raged over Parmecia, Larleta was also a country that was also consumed by the fires, the key word within that sentence being the ‘was’. The land that was covered in rainforests and jungle areas filled with beautiful and exotic flora and fauna, was now a shell of it’s former glory. The tall trees whose treetops would once upon a time send the land below into darkness as they blocked the sunlight only exist now as charcoal trunks, their foliage gone. The very land below having seemingly transformed from fertile soil to the ash that the passing inferno had created.
Metapha, once believed to be a heaven amidst the mortal realm by many, was now nothing more than a land of death. All the beauty that was once upon this land, the flower fields, the grassy plains that seemingly stretched on for eternity, the small rolling hills that children would often roll down in innocent play, are now dead, all tainted in what is un unexplainable darkness. Nothing had actually happened within this land other than everything seemingly shrivelling up and dieing, but isn’t that truly enough?
Rues, once much similar to Metapha and Western Parmecia in appearance, now resembled something much closer to Bedoe or The Zolan Lands, or even how Lavertia now looked. The land was completely dead, dried out and cracked in fact. Earthquakes were a common element to this land, with one happening roughly every ten to twenty minutes, and the destroyed and torn apart horizon was evidence enough of this. Nothing was able to grow within this land and it was quite uninhabitable, to say the very least. Once a land that was full of wild and plant life, as well as a healthy population, now Rues was an empty land that only the wind occupies.
Alundera, The South Pole, was probably the continent that’s had seen the least amount of change upon its surface. The entire span of the continent still remained barren, and very few plants could grow in that area anyway. The air was still unbearably humid, and the crust on this continent was very thin, allowing the volcanic mantle to seep through rifts and crags along the surface. There were literally pools of molten lava dotted all over the place. The only difference was that the situation upon the country has deteriorate, the volcanic activity almost quadrupling and become much more violent, especially with the earthquakes from Rues, which resided just north-west of the continent. In fact the situation had become so aggressive that it had completely consumed that of Guardinia and the Guardian’s Tower, the beautiful country and the surrounding islands completely resembling that of the neighbouring South Pole, the Guardian’s Tower nothing more than a steam of its former magnificence.
Because of the heightened temperature of the planet, Eliseia, The North Pole and the coldest place upon the entire planet, had melted, leaving the continent having vanished from existence. One would never have known it had existed if they looked upon the planet in it’s current state. This extraordinary occurrence would have caused the sea-level to greatly rise, that would have happened if the sea hadn’t already been drained deep within the core of the planet, causing the boiling hot steam to surface from the planets core, which then caused the planet to heat up and the Eliseia to melt from existence.
Everything was connected.
Each and every country had been destroyed, nothing and no one spared apart from those warriors who remained, but why? Why had only the strongest survived? Perhaps it was true what they always said when they say that only the strong survive, this being proof of that, or just maybe there was something else behind all this, something much larger and much more serious. Just maybe the worst was not over, if that thought was even conceivable considering what their eyes would soon be seeing and their brains registering.
The warriors were spread out across the planet, yet luckily none of them found themselves completely alone. Garoten and Nishaio awoke in Larleta, Crimson, Rizuk, Raron and layline in Eastern Parmecia, Chameleon and Kihaku in rues, Jimmy had stumbled upon Sofia within her castle in Lavertia, and though Ryan had been alone within this destroyed world for a short while he soon stumbled upon Falkan and Reiaz within the tundra of Bedoe.
Suddenly things turned from bad to worse, unnatural, gigantic creatures arising from their respective environments, to use their specific environments to pray on the fresh meet of the unaware warriors. Incredibly hard battles then ensued. Had these creatures been the cause of the planets destruction? Luckily enough there were no casualties in these few battles, and all of the warriors fled their battles, to live and fight another day, and left the harsh environments of the continents to the one place left on the planet that remained even remotely normal; the seabed. All the while Jimmy and Sofia were approached by Loki, though after a brief conversation it became extremely apparent that this Loki wasn’t the Lord of Hell that Sofia had come to love.
“We know everything about you all. All of your weaknesses, all of your strengths…we know how to destroy you. There will be no where to run, there will be no where to hide…none will escape the great purge.”
In a stroke on immense coincidence all the warriors found themselves together once again, all of them having met dead centre of the ocean at a large hole in the planets surface, where Nasrad once stood. Though they had managed to survive the initial attacks from the great beasts, despite being trapped at an extremely large disadvantage within the beasts respective environments, it hadn’t stopped the creatures from venturing out onto the seabed, finally catching up, and attacking their possible pray.
“Is This The End?”
The wind tore and swirled around the desolate hinterland, ripping through the skeletal Swiss cheese like environment without thought or mercy. Deaths raging shouts could be heard on the wind, along with the screams and cries of it’s siblings, destruction and anguish. Even over the roars of the unforgiving wind each and every sound, whether it be parts of the surrounding environment crumbling, the smallest rock falling against the ground or even the slight movement of someone’s foot dragging across the floor as they shifted their weight slightly, the noises were echoed loud enough for all to hear clearly. It was an intense atmosphere, to say the least.
The brave warriors of Dragonia had fought long and hard against a set of foes that were seemingly indestructible. Never before had Dragonia, the warriors especially, seen, let alone have to do battle against, such creatures. Creatures harvested and created from the destructive leftovers of a planet now dead, a planet now nothing more than a not-so-distant memory that a person has pushed to the back of their head in an attempt to forget, knowing all the while it’s a reality that completely surrounds them.
The gargantuan beings utterly eclipsed the miniscule warriors. It was a great credit to their abilities that they had survived everything that had been throw at them, let alone made it this far. As many times in the past, the odds were greatly swayed against them, but unlike the past the chances of them losing but suddenly pulling through and coming out on top at the very last moment in the most dramatic way possible was a distant dream now, and an incredibly unlikely one at that.
It had been a long road to say the least, and although many had survived to make it this far the journey wasn’t without it’s loses. Countless innocent people had met their untimely fate due through the will of innumerable corrupted beings, beings consumed by greed, hatred, revenge or just the burning desire to cause pain or chaos, but this situation was quite different.
These creatures had not travelled across the galaxy to destroy or rule over Dragonia, but had instead inhabited the planet long before many, if not all, of the warriors had been born. The only things these monstrous creatures were guilty of where doing what they did best, adapting to their different surrounding environments to survive, mutating into their current state to claim their survival as the last dominant races of Dragonia.
Sometimes the most simplest organisms are the strongest.
It had come down to this, the creatures and the last surviving warriors of Dragonia almost staring each other down in a battle that would finally decide not only the dominant beings of Dragonia, but also the planets very future. Suddenly, just as quickly as everything had happened, the creatures froze in their place, vision blurred and everything fell dark for the warriors once again.
Meanwhile Loki resided within Hell, and he was in the process of turning his grand master plan, or at least one of them, into a reality; he revived Dramanius. With Dramanius revived it didn’t take much for the Lord of the 5th level of Hell to convince the evil creature of Chaos to join his cause, especially after Loki revealed that Ryan Jiaoimasu was his brother - the samurai having been the one to deal the fatal slice to Dramanius. This sudden change of events caused everything to change, forcing the organisation to rapidly speed up their plans.
The organisation disconnected the warriors from the large Virtual Reality system that they had all been strapped into and placed them back into the world, in the exact same places that they had originally fallen unconscious. A day and a half later they all awoke, slowly but surely, one-by-one, and a beautiful, full of life Dragonia had been returned to them all.
Was…it all just a dream?
Part 2 – Extinctions End
The warriors of Dragonia had awoken from their nightmare believing it was nothing more than a dream, unaware of what had truly transpired and happened to them. Once again it fell to chance for the truth to begin unravelling as some of the warriors stumbled upon each other and swapped stories of their ‘life-like dream’ . Ever so surely each of them couldn’t help but uncover more and more, leading to the terrifying conclusion that what they had all been through was something more than just a harmless dream; as impossible as it seemed.
While all of this was happening on Dragonia, high above the planet on the Lunos moon a familiar foe was following his orders. Deep within the now abandoned Saiyan base a Saiyan general skulked about within a laboratory full of tanks and tubes numbered 1 to 100. Within these tanks resided Saiyan warriors, both men and women alike – experiments. Their blood, their very genetic structure, had been altered, infusing the DNA of three Dragonian warriors that had been captured back during the war – Aiedan, Ryan and Seriyu.
Infused with the blood of these three power Dragonians the Saiyan warriors had gained all their Dragonian, and personal, strength and traits, yet none of their weaknesses. They were the perfect warriors, the perfect weapons. Blissfully unaware of what was transpiring above their heads the warriors continued to try and solve the mystery that now overwhelmed their thoughts, but the time for theories and conspiracies had been cut short by the unforeseen return of an old threat; the Saiyan army had returned.
Although the armies of Lavertia and Bedoe had helped the warriors of Dragonia defeat the Saiyan hoards no more than a year previously, they had once again returned, in considerably less numbers but unnaturally stronger than ever, once again lead by none other than General Demos.
Like a plague of locus the Saiyan threat swept across Dragonia. Their strength, speed and efficiently so overwhelming that no country could muster its forces in time to counteract their attacks, none of the warriors could stop them or stand in their way, and all who tried perished. The Zolan Lands were the only country that remained safe from the Saiyan threat; their previous treaty with them holding strong. In no time at all the Saiyans grip over Dragonia was complete.
With their countries under the control all who remained loyal to their countries, the planets resistance if you will, fled to the one place of sanctuary that was offered to them, the one remaining place on Dragonia that was free from the Saiyans oppression; the dead valley of the samurai, Ryan’s old home. However it wasn’t long before the Saiyans caught wind of this. The chance to take out all of the resistance and the remaining warriors of the planet was an opportunity that they wasn’t about to miss out on, and so they went to war.
Though there were only one hundred of them in total, the Saiyans spread out around the rim of the valley, completely surrounding the army below. For a while there was a tense standoff, neither side making a move, but things quickly changed as the Saiyans began their charge. The final battle had begun.
It was no use; Dragonia’s army was no match for the genetically altered Saiyans and quickly they began to lose. Even all of the planets warriors combined and working together were no match, despite the advantage in numbers that they had. Regardless of the disadvantage the resistance and the warriors had in strength and abilities they lasted several hours in battle against the Saiyans, though the cost in life was higher than they could have ever expected.
Then came the turn of the tide, though in the most unexpected and unorthodox way.
Loki appeared out of nowhere, and it appeared that he had two things on his mind – chaos and killing. The ever-growing power of this Lord of Hell was already immense, and quickly he gave the warriors and the resistance enough of an advantage to at least give the Saiyans an equal fight, despite the fact that Loki was killing anyone and everyone who he came across; Saiyan and Dragonian alike.
Though no longer in power the government of Esperanza, the one country with the possible technology to perhaps end this war, saw their chance to wipe out every last one of the genetically altered Saiyans in a single attack and thus erasing the Saiyans only true advantage in this war. There was a weapon that they had been creating, a weapon of ultimate destruction; terminus (the Latin word for ‘End’). It was a missile imbedded with breakthrough plasma technology rather than radiation, and though it was only a prototype they knew it was their only chance.
It was perceived that the friendly casualties would be minuscule when compared to the damage the Saiyan race would do to the planet and its people if they gained full control, and so the brave soldiers within the resistance and the warriors would have to pay the ultimate price for their world. So in a diminutive uprising an extremely small resistance force managed to distract their Saiyan captors enough to break into the military headquarters and fire off their ultimate weapon of destruction, its destination the valley of the samurai.
While all this was happening Lucifer had devised a plan of his own. He had heard of Loki’s uprising within Hell, and of his plans to overthrow and Kill the Angel of Death; of course Lucifer had other plans, and so he entered Loki’s level of Hell and waited for his moment.
You have to hold them in position! The planet is more important than your lives!
In a stroke of luck one of the members of the Esperanza government managed to radio through to a solider on the battlefield, informing him of their incoming doom. There was no time to evacuate, plus they had to keep the Saiyans within the valley long enough for them to be taken out by the blast. Loki happened to be nearby, fighting back to back with Ryan against the Saiyan forces, when this radio message was transmitted; and he heard everything, but he wasn’t willing to let things end this way, not yet.
“I’m not going to let this happen…you’ll die by my hand, and my hand alone brother.”
And so in a moment of heroism, despite it being fuelled by greed and his lust to kill Ryan himself, Loki flew high into the air and created a portal for the missile to fly through, where it would completely miss the valley and impact into the sea, but at the last moment a Saiyan distracted Loki, causing him to look away from the missile. It hit him square in the gut, forcing him through the portal along with it. No more than a second later there was a resounding BOOM west of the continent.
The missile had impacted into the Orre Sea, in-between Guardinia and Lavertia/Bedoe, which caused a gigantic tsunami. Guardina took the full force of the tsunami and was lost to the sea, completely erased off of the map, and though Lavertia and Bedoe were also partially hit it was the valley of the samurai that was completely flooded. The Esperanza government had met its target. All of the genetically altered Saiyans were killed in the flood, and many of the resistance soldiers and the planets warriors went missing in the flood. Shortly afterwards, after some considerable thought, Kihaku and all of the remaining Chaos Spirits decide to return to their own realm of power, leaving Dragonia behind.
As a lord of Hell Loki would usually have appeared in his level of hell, unharmed and able to return to the real world after a short period of recuperation, but this time something else happened. The rules of hell state that to become a lord of hell you have to kill the current lord of one of the levels and be inside that said level when he dies, and though Lucifer hadn’t caused the killing blow he was inside Loki’s level of hell when the bomb exploded, causing the level to become his and Loki to become mortal. Loki was dead.
Once more the planet had won its freedom, but had it come at too a high a cost? The unexpected devastation that the weapon had caused shocked both Saiyan and Dragonia alike across the entirety of the globe. Was such a petty war really worth a loss of life at that level? Much had been lost in the war, loved ones, homes and prized possessions, but in place they had gained a time of peace, equality, harmony and prosperity upon Dragonia.
Seven years have now passed since that day…
