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Unto eternal conflict..; Open
Topic Started: Apr 21 2010, 10:05 PM (88 Views)
Daisuke Travis
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Maximilian was destined for greatness, a destiny that only he could fulfill. A destiny that would change the course of another world, a world that he'd never been to before, and never would enter until the time of his death in his own world. For millenia, souls from other worlds had floated into another plane of reality, one where demons, vampires, werewolves, angels, devils, and even gods continuously fought over the fate of the world, all with their own goals and ideals. However, one thing that everyone in this world knew, a prophecy that the soul of the worlds greatest champion would one day return to the world to bring peace.

Many people in this world, a world called Isotar by the inhabitants, waited for the day that this person would appear, some hoping for this 'champion' to bring peace to the world, others hoping to kill this champion before he could interfere with them, and others still merely hoping to direct this person, whoever he or she might be, into helping them rather than what he'd been called upon to do. Regardless, everyone, from the weakest of people to the greatest of gods on this world, all had reason to fear the coming of this 'champion', of one who would bring about an end to this cycle of conflict.

No one really knew how this conflict had begun, as the conflict had wiped out all traces of its beginnings after millenia of constant warfare. Peace would come back to the world, sometimes for a few years, sometimes only for a few days, and then the conflict would begin anew again. Nobody knew how the war ended, but they all knew that this 'champion', whoever they were, would arrive to end the war. For most people, the end of the war couldn't arrive too soon.

But this 'champion', their savior, in truth was just a normal human, a human soldier who'd been betrayed by his own government, his superiors, and even his fellow soldiers. That he'd been betrayed so thoroughly sent him into a killing spree, and being in a country with lax security when it came to black-market weapons, this bitter soldier had ample access to lots of weapons, and the ammo to accompany it. As he unloaded an entire mag from his AK-47 into the police car sheltering the few remaining policemen, Maximilian threw a frag grenade into the vehicle, waiting until the grenade had only a second before detonating to throw the grenade at the car, watching as the vehicle, and the cops, exploded. All around him, gunfire sounded as his own insurgents, fellow soldiers betrayed at the same time he was, but the government they were now attacking, the sound of vindication.

Three tanks sat, smoke and fire pouring out of their husks, late victims of the onslaught of the soldiers fury being vent onto the capital building before him. Already, they could hear more tanks incoming, and the few remaining grenadier teams moved to cover the approaches of these tanks, while snipers took up positions to protect those remaining grenadiers. All around the capital building, 200 soldiers closed in, trying desperately to defend a capital building that was quickly being overrun by barely 35 soldiers. The capital building was protected from the air by AA batteries, from the ground by heavy tanks, but that was when the government knew that an attack was coming, and had to prepare for the attack.

In this case, the government knew that an attack was being planned, but didn't realize how soon the attack would occur, and those AA batteries sat dormant, locked down, their crews trying desperately to purge their systems of the viruses that had shut down their AA guns. From many miles distant, jet fighters had taken off and were in route to the capital itself, some 22 jet fighters loaded for a ground offensive. Already now, they could hear the scream as jet fighters came in hard and fast, afterburners blazing a trail of fire through the sky, a fire mirrored as missiles were fired, and tanks began blossoming into the sky, like votive offerings to the gods of war.

The government hadn't had a chance to prepare, and no chance to regroup. The parliament had been in session, so while a great deal of security had been given to the capital building, that security detail wasn't up to taking down aircraft when their AA batteries were dead, and their tanks and infantry being ruthlessly cut down. Finally, a few fighters fired some bunker busters into the capital, overkill to the extreme, but more than sufficient to level the capital, along with the two AA batteries that were still unable to activate.

A few soldiers that had been attacking the capital building were also killed as the bunker busters were detonated, but that was par for the course, as far as they were concerned. The government had rendered them outlaws and outcasts, after all their years of loyal service, and they meant to 'thank' them for the reward of their loyalty.

The battle after the capital building was destroyed lasted some hours longer, since the government, what was left of it, had already called in reinforcements, something that the soldiers knew would happen. They'd attacked the capital, not because they wanted to live, but because they were slated to die anyway, so they might as well take the people who betrayed them down to hell with them. They knew that their attack on the government wouldn't stop their deaths, but knowing that they still attacked, because they would rather die on their own terms, taking the battle to their enemies, rather than waiting for a firing squad to line them up and put a bullet through their skulls.

For hours after the bombing of the capital building, each and every betrayed soldier died, one by one, both on the ground and in the air, including their leader, Commander Maximilian. A full 17 hours after the attack, there was still fighting going on as the last few soldiers refused to surrender, continuing to fight against the government forces that had ordered them killed. But for Maximilian, this death wouldn't be the end. In fact, it was only the beginning...

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In death, he clung to the only thing that mattered anymore, vengeance, his betrayal, his honor, and his pride. Vengeance had been gained, but his betrayal still burned deep within his heart. His honor had been preserved within himself, his pride the only thing keeping him going as he died, his soul fighting, fighting, fighting ever more to keep living. It was this that called him to the world of Isotar as it's champion.

But no champion was Maximilian, but an enraged, betrayed soul who believed that no matter what else might tell him, that he stood alone. No one would grieve for him, no one would weep or cry for him, no one. As his soul began to take physical form before those who had called his soul forth as the savior of Isotar, Maximilian felt a life returning to him, a life hat had left him. He knew that he was needed to save lives, that he was needed to bring peace, but he cared for neither of these things.

As Maximilian took form, the priests looked up from their prayer as Maximilian stood before them, his demonic armor covering an equally demonic form, his body much stronger and faster than his human body. As he opened his eyes, the priests immediately stepped back, as they saw the pre malachite fire burning his eyes, a reckless fury dancing there as he surveyed the room. As he looked at each and every person in the room, the sound of the not-so-distant battlefield boomed suddenly, and there, Maximilian turned his attention. Growling, he clenched and unclenched his fists, feeling the power flowing through his body. He knew that he was here to save the world, but to his mind, he'd been betrayed before when performing his duty, and he'd be damned if he'd make the same mistake twice.

Walking quickly out of the temple without so much as a word, Maximilian threw the doors open, walking out of the temple itself onto the temple grounds. In the distance, he could see as at least three different groups of people were fighting in the distance, a good 1000 or so assorted fighters gathered amongst the three sides currently fighting. Of those three groups, roughly 300 soldiers were making their way up to the temple, and it was them that he focused his fury on.

One moment, the soldiers were running confidently to the temple, intent on burning it to the ground, the next minute they were being flung about as the very ground the stood on burst beneath them, the sudden explosion of earth throwing the soldiers far and wide, the next series of fiery explosions taking place in the air. Out of roughly 307 soldiers that had been alive not 2 seconds prior, only 30 stood now, and most of them had at least moderate wounds, and most were severely wounded as Maximilian walked into their midst, once again turning his fury onto them.

The soldiers quickly killed, Maximilian turned his attention to the battlefield some miles distant, and leaped into the air, using his energy to propel himself directly into the battle center, where he created a deadly tornado of fire, earth, and stone as he disrupted the entire flow of the battle. Within seconds, all sides turned their attention to the newest challenger, and all gasped as they instinctively recognized the power that Maximilian wielded. Almost immediately, the three sides backed away, or tried to, and many tried to flee outright. The Champion of Isotar had arrived, and he intended to fight. No one knew who he was fighting for, but the fact that the 'Champion' had arrived boded ill for all involved.

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Some hours later, Maximilian was making his way out of the battlefield beyond the temple, nothing left but smoking helmets, armor, and carcasses to show that a battle had occurred. In the distance, Maximilian spotted a soldier who hadn't quite died yet, but was going to do so soon. Grabbing the soldier, a general of some sort, Maximilian held the man up to get him lucid again. "What are you doing here, and what does your master seek?"

The fire within his eyes the general couldn't see, but the fire was matched by the fury in Maximilian's voice. The soldier laughed, coughed up blood, and laughed again. "If you sought solace, you'll find none here. We all fight for own reasons, you'll have to figure that out for UGH!" Maximilian let go of the dead body, having slammed the mans skull into the blackened ground when he hadn't answered his question. If he wasn't going to get any information from the surviving soldier, he was better off dead.

Surveying the battlefield around him once more, Maximilian found himself suddenly surrounded by black-cloak shrouded figures, and just as suddenly found himself being transported elsewhere through darkness. As the darkness disappeared and his sight returned, he found himself in a well decorated room, likely belonging to a King, Emperor, or other such leader. The room was the kind that only royalty could afford, a view that was confirmed as Maximilian turned to find someone seated in what could only be called a throne, the man wearing armor that identified him as just such a ruler.

"What the hell do you want?" Maximilian glared at the man who had obviously had him brought here, knowing that the man was quite strong, likely as strong as he himself was. But Maximilian was a soldier, so his manners weren't important to him, especially after having been betrayed. That this king, emperor, or whatever title this person fancied himself to have, could have him killed didn't bother Maximilian, as he'd just take as many people out with him as he could anyway. He'd already proved that he had the power to fight, so he doubted that the ruler was going to threaten him with force right away.

(Okay, I'm looking for someone to play the ruler that had Maximilian brought to his castle. You can choose the species, whether vampire, demon, angel, or whatever you want, and what kind of person he is. If you have any questions about this topic, feel free to pm me with them.)
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