Post by OmegaBearBeast on Sept 10, 2014 23:53:05 GMT -5
Across the horizon, a legion of warriors was returning home at last. In front of the army was their leader, a large hammer resting on her shoulder, an air of confidence and pride emanating from her as she led the brave ones back to their village. Her name was Glaxion, and she had been made leader of the village army through sheer exemplification of what it stood for – honor, family and prowess. Few would dare challenge her, and even fewer would survive the ordeal.
Amidst the forest of legs of the people waiting for their warriors to come back, two little forms bounded in the snow, the little ones not even tall enough for their knees to rise above the layer of snow blanketing the ground. They were eager to see their mother again after all these weeks – the “frozen warrior” Glaxion. While the rest of the warriors split to return to their respective families, Glaxion had stopped to greet her son and daughter. Her prized hammer was deposited on the snow and the arms that swung it wrapped around the youngsters as a warm greeting. She had promised that she would bring them with her as she hunted the next day, and this was one more reason why the two were so eager to see her again.
The day was looking to be a good one. The sky was cloudless and a soft blue, the three moons of Colossus still visible, their ghostly outlines as pale as the snow. Glaxion trekked through the frozen wasteland with slow strides, her children alternating between hopping to follow her and playing with the snow they kicked up.
The skies were soon obscured with clouds, but the warrior did not worry. She had lived in the north her entire life and knew the area’s weather. Storms were rare, and they never started in the middle of afternoons. If it would snow now, it would be perfectly harmless snow. In fact, more snow would only serve to make her children more excited.
However, the air grew cold – colder than anything Glaxion had experienced, and the snow that had started to fall was turning into a harsh blizzard.
She had a bad feeling, but she continued for the short distance that separated her and her children from the nest of small game she knew of. She had promised them, and she would not disappoint.
The fact that the snow was red where the nest was and the fact that there were large footprints surrounding it only reinforced her feeling of dread.
Before she could even turn back, the roar of a predator was heard. Glaxion readied her hammer, telling her children to hide. The two huddled together, trying to warm themselves as they watched their mother battle the monster. Covered in white fur and possessing long fangs, the creature roared as it was struck a brutal hit by the hammer. The blow had stunned the creature and cracked the side of its skull, but it was far from out. A second hit struck it, then another! One of its fangs was sent flying in pieces, and this only enraged it further!
It bit down on the warrior’s left arm with its powerful jaws. Despite missing fangs, the power behind the jaws was still very well there. There was a sickening crack, and Glaxion’s face twisted in pain. She knew instantly that her elbow had been pulverized, as fragments of broken bone stabbed her flesh. The blizzard grew stronger as Glaxion was pinned down under the creature. With her warhammer knocked out of her grasp and unable to use her left arm, she was helpless as the creature began to maul her, spilling her blood in front of her children’s frightened eyes. Eventually, the monster dug a claw in her left eye as it battered her. She mustered every bit of strength she could and managed to recover her hammer, and with a sound of rage and pain, slammed it as hard as she could against the polar beast’s skull.
The last thing she saw before fainting was the sight of her children left freezing in the intensifying blizzard and the huge creature falling limp with its immense weight on her.
Had she remained conscious for a little more, she could have saved her young children. But mostly, she could have witnessed the blizzard dissipate to reveal the very Frost Beast she would soon work with, her form standing over the corpse of a fallen Beast she had been fighting.
A group of UCA employees and Mehrksis were waiting for a block of ice to melt. Inside of it was another member of the Order of the Beast Blood, trapped in the ice for years. The first thing that was freed from the melting ice was the warrior's warhammer, but the fingers of Glaxion still held it firmly like a corpse with rigor mortis. Eventually, the suspended animation that kept the alien unconscious but still very well alive faded off when she was freed from the ice. A single eye lit up with a cold glow, before it looked around. Glaxion rose to a stance, removing the ice trapping her legs. However, she had gotten up too fast and stumbled down amidst the group. Already bitter from confusion and sluggishness, she coldly refused the aid of one of the Mehrksis to help her to her feet. Using her hammer as a cane, she managed to keep herself up, shakingly at first, then more steadily.
"Where by Arctus' armpits am I?!" the frozen madwoman demanded.
"Do not worry. You are safe here," a Mehrksis assured her.
Glaxion turned her head towards him, swinging her hammer to place it on her shoulder and rolling her eye to glare at him. The multiple-armed alien was unsettled by the frigid gaze, making him realize that he had not actually answered her question and should catch himself immediately before receiving a blow from the hammer against his head.
"This is the UCA. An... arena of monsters."
Glaxion stepped closer to the alien, glare still kept firmly on him.
"I am not a monster NOR do I fight for entertainment! Why am I here?"
"Your master Yakura is here. We have found y-"
"The Frost Beast is not my master, worm! What do you think I am? Some kind of slave? We merely work together."
"Of course. Apologies."
Glaxion's fist hanging in front of her chest clenched into a quivering, angry ball. She did not heed the Mehrksis' apologies. She was too busy trying to wrap her head around what she was told.
"You're telling me Yakura is here to fight? This was done against her will, wasn't it!? She has things much more important to do than battle for minutes of entertainment, and so do I!"
"Glaxion, you need to calm down," one of the UCA employees warned.
"I AM CALM!" the warrior shouted in a deafening voice as she swung out with her hammer, smashing one of the warming lights used to melt the ice she was in. A shower of sparks accompanied the hit, causing the surrounding beings to brace themselves.
Before she could follow this with anything else that was rash, she was shot a tranquilizer. The masked being quickly fell unconscious, her body collapsing with a thud on the ground as her dear weapon fell off her grasp with a loud CLANG!
Glaxion awoke alone at a table in the UCA's cafeteria. She felt groggy and disoriented, and subconsciously, her grasp restrained around her hammer. Or, at least, where it should have been. Its texture and weight were different, and Glaxion did not like it one bit. She pulled the weapon in front of her to have a look at it, and what she saw nearly made her flip the table. Her prized hammer, her only source of comfort, had been replaced a ridiculous toy one!
But it was more than that. It was a child's toy, and it reminded her of her late youngsters. She quickly shook her head to evade these memories.
"WHO DID THIS?!" the warrior shouted, smashing the toy against the table. It made a silly squeaky noise, which elicited giggles from nearby witnesses of the big alien wielding a completely harmless toy.
"I warned you. You need to calm down and behave yourself."
The voice was from the employee she met earlier. Glaxion raised her head to shoot a murderous glare at her. The woman motioned towards her neck, and the frozen madwoman brought her own hand to hers. There was a metallic collar installed there. She tried to pull it off, but a small shock made her remove her hand quickly.
"If you don't behave yourself..."
Glaxion did not let her finish what she had to say. She got the message, and being forced to do things against her will only served to upset her further. She pointed the hammer toy towards the employee.
"You're the one behind this, aren't you?"
"For the best. Besides, you can still play "whack the groundhog" with that hammer."
Glaxion reared back with an expression of utter unamusement on her face.
"As long as YOU'RE the groundhog, I won't mind playing!"
The woman motioned towards the collar again before leaving, and Glaxion took a deep breath in an effort to calm herself down. Part of her wanted to throw the toy hammer like a boomerang so it would hit that maggot behind the head. It would make that squeaky noise again, but it would make the surrounding people laugh. At least their day would be lightened up.
She stared blankly at her table for a long moment, her breathing deep and loud. A Mehrksis approached her with a bag of fries, merely telling her that he had brought her something to eat. The mad warrior grabbed it and observed its content, tossing the hammer toy on the table to pick up a fry. She then shook her head.
"Why are you bringing me WORMS? I'M NOT GOING ON A FISHING TRIP!"
The Mehrksis ignored her bitterness and simply invited her to at least try to eat one, as he left to return to the Mehrksis starship Geryon.
Glaxion managed to eat the fry, but she was still confused as to what this... thing was. It tasted good and was clearly edible. Perhaps this was all she should care about.
The warrior sighed, the fingers on her twisted arm tapping her belly as she pondered. She was alone and she did not like it.
She was in for a very rough time...
Amidst the forest of legs of the people waiting for their warriors to come back, two little forms bounded in the snow, the little ones not even tall enough for their knees to rise above the layer of snow blanketing the ground. They were eager to see their mother again after all these weeks – the “frozen warrior” Glaxion. While the rest of the warriors split to return to their respective families, Glaxion had stopped to greet her son and daughter. Her prized hammer was deposited on the snow and the arms that swung it wrapped around the youngsters as a warm greeting. She had promised that she would bring them with her as she hunted the next day, and this was one more reason why the two were so eager to see her again.
The day was looking to be a good one. The sky was cloudless and a soft blue, the three moons of Colossus still visible, their ghostly outlines as pale as the snow. Glaxion trekked through the frozen wasteland with slow strides, her children alternating between hopping to follow her and playing with the snow they kicked up.
The skies were soon obscured with clouds, but the warrior did not worry. She had lived in the north her entire life and knew the area’s weather. Storms were rare, and they never started in the middle of afternoons. If it would snow now, it would be perfectly harmless snow. In fact, more snow would only serve to make her children more excited.
However, the air grew cold – colder than anything Glaxion had experienced, and the snow that had started to fall was turning into a harsh blizzard.
She had a bad feeling, but she continued for the short distance that separated her and her children from the nest of small game she knew of. She had promised them, and she would not disappoint.
The fact that the snow was red where the nest was and the fact that there were large footprints surrounding it only reinforced her feeling of dread.
Before she could even turn back, the roar of a predator was heard. Glaxion readied her hammer, telling her children to hide. The two huddled together, trying to warm themselves as they watched their mother battle the monster. Covered in white fur and possessing long fangs, the creature roared as it was struck a brutal hit by the hammer. The blow had stunned the creature and cracked the side of its skull, but it was far from out. A second hit struck it, then another! One of its fangs was sent flying in pieces, and this only enraged it further!
It bit down on the warrior’s left arm with its powerful jaws. Despite missing fangs, the power behind the jaws was still very well there. There was a sickening crack, and Glaxion’s face twisted in pain. She knew instantly that her elbow had been pulverized, as fragments of broken bone stabbed her flesh. The blizzard grew stronger as Glaxion was pinned down under the creature. With her warhammer knocked out of her grasp and unable to use her left arm, she was helpless as the creature began to maul her, spilling her blood in front of her children’s frightened eyes. Eventually, the monster dug a claw in her left eye as it battered her. She mustered every bit of strength she could and managed to recover her hammer, and with a sound of rage and pain, slammed it as hard as she could against the polar beast’s skull.
The last thing she saw before fainting was the sight of her children left freezing in the intensifying blizzard and the huge creature falling limp with its immense weight on her.
Had she remained conscious for a little more, she could have saved her young children. But mostly, she could have witnessed the blizzard dissipate to reveal the very Frost Beast she would soon work with, her form standing over the corpse of a fallen Beast she had been fighting.
A group of UCA employees and Mehrksis were waiting for a block of ice to melt. Inside of it was another member of the Order of the Beast Blood, trapped in the ice for years. The first thing that was freed from the melting ice was the warrior's warhammer, but the fingers of Glaxion still held it firmly like a corpse with rigor mortis. Eventually, the suspended animation that kept the alien unconscious but still very well alive faded off when she was freed from the ice. A single eye lit up with a cold glow, before it looked around. Glaxion rose to a stance, removing the ice trapping her legs. However, she had gotten up too fast and stumbled down amidst the group. Already bitter from confusion and sluggishness, she coldly refused the aid of one of the Mehrksis to help her to her feet. Using her hammer as a cane, she managed to keep herself up, shakingly at first, then more steadily.
"Where by Arctus' armpits am I?!" the frozen madwoman demanded.
"Do not worry. You are safe here," a Mehrksis assured her.
Glaxion turned her head towards him, swinging her hammer to place it on her shoulder and rolling her eye to glare at him. The multiple-armed alien was unsettled by the frigid gaze, making him realize that he had not actually answered her question and should catch himself immediately before receiving a blow from the hammer against his head.
"This is the UCA. An... arena of monsters."
Glaxion stepped closer to the alien, glare still kept firmly on him.
"I am not a monster NOR do I fight for entertainment! Why am I here?"
"Your master Yakura is here. We have found y-"
"The Frost Beast is not my master, worm! What do you think I am? Some kind of slave? We merely work together."
"Of course. Apologies."
Glaxion's fist hanging in front of her chest clenched into a quivering, angry ball. She did not heed the Mehrksis' apologies. She was too busy trying to wrap her head around what she was told.
"You're telling me Yakura is here to fight? This was done against her will, wasn't it!? She has things much more important to do than battle for minutes of entertainment, and so do I!"
"Glaxion, you need to calm down," one of the UCA employees warned.
"I AM CALM!" the warrior shouted in a deafening voice as she swung out with her hammer, smashing one of the warming lights used to melt the ice she was in. A shower of sparks accompanied the hit, causing the surrounding beings to brace themselves.
Before she could follow this with anything else that was rash, she was shot a tranquilizer. The masked being quickly fell unconscious, her body collapsing with a thud on the ground as her dear weapon fell off her grasp with a loud CLANG!
Glaxion awoke alone at a table in the UCA's cafeteria. She felt groggy and disoriented, and subconsciously, her grasp restrained around her hammer. Or, at least, where it should have been. Its texture and weight were different, and Glaxion did not like it one bit. She pulled the weapon in front of her to have a look at it, and what she saw nearly made her flip the table. Her prized hammer, her only source of comfort, had been replaced a ridiculous toy one!
But it was more than that. It was a child's toy, and it reminded her of her late youngsters. She quickly shook her head to evade these memories.
"WHO DID THIS?!" the warrior shouted, smashing the toy against the table. It made a silly squeaky noise, which elicited giggles from nearby witnesses of the big alien wielding a completely harmless toy.
"I warned you. You need to calm down and behave yourself."
The voice was from the employee she met earlier. Glaxion raised her head to shoot a murderous glare at her. The woman motioned towards her neck, and the frozen madwoman brought her own hand to hers. There was a metallic collar installed there. She tried to pull it off, but a small shock made her remove her hand quickly.
"If you don't behave yourself..."
Glaxion did not let her finish what she had to say. She got the message, and being forced to do things against her will only served to upset her further. She pointed the hammer toy towards the employee.
"You're the one behind this, aren't you?"
"For the best. Besides, you can still play "whack the groundhog" with that hammer."
Glaxion reared back with an expression of utter unamusement on her face.
"As long as YOU'RE the groundhog, I won't mind playing!"
The woman motioned towards the collar again before leaving, and Glaxion took a deep breath in an effort to calm herself down. Part of her wanted to throw the toy hammer like a boomerang so it would hit that maggot behind the head. It would make that squeaky noise again, but it would make the surrounding people laugh. At least their day would be lightened up.
She stared blankly at her table for a long moment, her breathing deep and loud. A Mehrksis approached her with a bag of fries, merely telling her that he had brought her something to eat. The mad warrior grabbed it and observed its content, tossing the hammer toy on the table to pick up a fry. She then shook her head.
"Why are you bringing me WORMS? I'M NOT GOING ON A FISHING TRIP!"
The Mehrksis ignored her bitterness and simply invited her to at least try to eat one, as he left to return to the Mehrksis starship Geryon.
Glaxion managed to eat the fry, but she was still confused as to what this... thing was. It tasted good and was clearly edible. Perhaps this was all she should care about.
The warrior sighed, the fingers on her twisted arm tapping her belly as she pondered. She was alone and she did not like it.
She was in for a very rough time...