Snowtalon: Sacred World, Part V
Stone Grey thrust his fist through a large data server and pulled out a large information chip and handed it to Silver Blast, who walked into the room adjacent the server room. The Tyrian team were inside the Darkveil Slave Quarry, the area they were present strangely deserted. Black Ice appeared and joined up with the rest of the Silver Lance, with Crystal Echoes at his side, in the main room. All of the team was scavenging about for anything they could find that could reveal anything. Selena and Lydia appeared from nearby with a pair of strange gem-looking objects, and White handed what looked like a futuristic text log to Sharilyn.
Slicer looked over to White Glint and up-nodded at him, before speaking. "Snow's people sure as hell leave some weird things behind..." She stated, bluntly.
White hung his head upwards in curiosity. "Like what?"
She continued. "Some of the stuff here has records of people with the surname Snowtalon being sentenced to work in the Slave Quarry, estimated date in our time 1983..."
White stared blankly for a moment.
Slicer threw her arms up. "Man, for someone actually kinda smart, sometimes you're a little clueless! That's when our Snowy showed up on Earth."
"...oh."
The Ben'haian rolled her eyes and got to three steps before an explosion sounded. And she heard what sounded like a body smacking against the wall that was in front of her...
"Quick. Everyone out, let's see what's going on." Sharilyn stated, coming through, the Silver Lance, Markus and the Brand daughters following suite, along with Slicer and White. When through the door they found themselves on a nearby cliff, overlooking a previously unseen part of the quarry that stretched across at least five percent of the entire city.
It was absolutely huge and dragons of all shapes, sizes and colours had been scattered, while Darkveil Associates hauled their menacing weapons, firing them into the air. The Servicemen, Rangers, Warmongers and Slavers were fighting these rebellious slaves, some with only tattered clothing to preserve their dignity, and others with assembled and salvaged armour and weapons.
Most interestingly out of all the figures was one Earth Tralonian standing at their head, at ten feet and six inches. With fists the size of dustbin lids and a pair of crackling energy whips emerging from his black, armoured bracers, the armour-clad Slavemaster cracked said whips and coiled them around an unfortunate flame dragon's throat, who was soon executed with a well-placed autorifle shot to the head. Silver Blast glanced to one of the dead Slavers, who was the source of the disturbance, his deceased face contorted in a scream of pain. Said face was soon assaulted by a wave of rain, as the dark grey clouds circling overhead began raining. The Tyrians leaped from their post and on to the ground, drawing their weapons and joining in the fight.
The Brand sisters were the first to strike. Lydia, wielding her eight-foot chainsaw sword went for a sweeping strike against one hapless Serviceman, who was completely bisected by the swing and the barely contained fury of the brimming chain's teeth. His squad soon paid attention to her and Selena, the two fighting side by side with powerful soul blasts, chainblade swings and terrified yelps from the assailed Servicemen squad.
The Silver Lance was next. With their unified fighting style they worked in near-perfect synchronization; Crystal Echoes first curled her hand into a fist and pressurized a mixed Ranger and Serviceman squad, weakening their armour. Black Ice came forth and opened the flat of his hand, chilling their armour with a blistering torrent of freezing air. Stone Grey slammed his fists into the ground as stalagmites erupted from beneath the soil, rocketing the group into the air and outright impaling a handful of them. And finally, Silver Blast unloaded his plethora of weapons, missiles, bullets and even energy-blade slashes assaulting them.
Markus and Sharilyn fought together as one, with their respective blades, soul blasts and assault rifle fire. The Slavers around them attempting to get closer with their sadistic weapons, which fired inch-long spiked rods at their foes, failed miserably as they were assailed by plumes of bullets, a heavy blade meant for two hands swung with one, being slammed in the face with powerful soul energy and then shanked through the gut with her blade.
At the close, Slicer and White's love for each other extended even to how they fought. Fighting in perfect unison, Slicer assailed a pair of Warmongers with her shoulder-mounted cannons as she charged forth, White's minigun blasting plumes of gunfire from their barrels at the same targets. When they grew close enough, Slicer crossed her claws together and White immediately fired a long, thick beam of plasma at them, and it reflected perfectly off the sharp blades and right through the Warmaster pair, reducing them to naught more than a withered husk.
The Slavemaster stepped forward, towering over the entire team and roaring at them. "Little ones, little Tyrians! Pigs for the slaughter, you are!" He cracked his whips, chuckling menacingly from behind the half-face helmet that exposed only his mouth. The entire team exchanged glances and then at the Earth Tral Slavemaster, whose overbearing smugness would soon cost him his life. All of them charged forward at once as the Slavemaster's guards also came in, but however, over half of them a moment later had what looked like giant rods tipped with blue spikes on the end, like futuristic arrows, jutting out of their heads.
From across the quarry came a lone figure in a large black cloak, dark blue armour underneath. It was hard to tell from this distance, but the figure possessed distinctly feminine curves and a large stature. She sprinted forward, firing arrow after arrow after arrow in an insanely quick fashion, arrows spawning before her very eyes. She wore a characteristic pair of utility bracers, not unlike that which other Tralonians wore, commonly as a belt, but only on her forearms. They swirled as the arrows materialised, and she continued her assault.