User blog:Meta07/Fanfic: ALLTYNEX - Chapter 2

Greetings everyone! This is the second chapter of ALLTYNEX! You can read the other chapters here!

Chapter 2: Attack the Zoldyzant Base
BGM: Zoldyzant Base

Zoldyzant Base Computer: Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Unregistered personnel spotted in the vicinity!

Suddenly, a storm of mini-missiles fire up from the cannon-shaped base.

Guehala: ...Right.

Guehala rolls aside to dodge the barrage of missiles, while two heavily-armored guards are dispatched from the base.

Zoldyzant Base Computer: Intruder alert! Intruder alert!

Guard: Intruder confirmed! Exterminate the intruder!

The two guards bring out their miniguns and take their aim against Guehala, who has just regained his stance.

Mission Control: Eh... according to our map, after you had reached land, there will be an important enemy installment in the way to the Control Tower, in the name of the Zoldy..

Guehala: *dashes around* Can't talk! Busy right now!

Mission Control: Oh... right, of course. Well, good luck, sir!

Thick streams of golden bullets keep coming at Guehala's direction, until two green slashes are shown and two metallic heads fall off.

Guehala: Ugh... these annoying things... Quit it, will ya?!

Zoldyzant Base Computer: Connection with preliminary guards de-established! Switching to Level 2 security! Initiating security drones!

A giant swarm of spherical, mechanical combat drones then emerge from the base's sides, aiming their central "eyes", i.e. gun, at Guehala.

Guehala: Oh...!

Guehala jumps and slashes a drone to smithereens.

Guehala: Give. *hops and slices another drone*

Guehala: Me. *turns around and slices another drone from the top down, while taking out his machinegun with his other hand"

Guehala: A. *fans his machineguns around, killing drones, then charges it up*

Guehala: Break!!! *a salvo of homing lasers release from Guehala's machineguns, cutting through the remaining drones.

After the first wave of drones has been eliminated, the system sends out another wave of drones to hinder Guehala, not giving him even a tiny rest.

Guehala: *phew* I hate this thing's guts.

As a result, Guehala continues shooting down the drones while trying to jump up the base's exterior in an attempt to get to the top, since there's no opening to be seen at the front, and the sides are completely surrounded by drones.

After rigorously fending off the drones, sweats on his face, he manages to grab his hand onto the top edge of the octagonal installment. "Gnnnnnnh"... With such frustrated yet somewhat self-motivating groans, he lifts his body on top, where he's greeted with a giant cylindrical turret, with laser guns mounted densely around its ring.

Zoldyzant Base Computer: Intruder is extremely close to control sector! Initiating Level 3 Security!

Mission Control: Uh... uhm... Can I have a moment with you about the objective, sir?

Guehala: YOU! You shut the hell up!

Mission Control: S...Sir?! *heartbroken*

Guehala: Huh? Oh, ah, sorry, I wasn't talking to you.

The center of the cylindrical turret opens up, and a mechanical dragon emerges from the top. Afterwards, the laser guns start spinning and firing, forcing Guehala to roll around and slalom through the hazards frantically.

Mission Control: H...How are you doing now, sir?

Guehala: GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, YOU FIRE-BREATHING B**CH!

Mission Control: ...O...oh....

After barely evading another stream of fire from the dragon's mouth, Guehala swings his right saber to slash it, only to have the energy sword broken in half. Distraught, he raises his left sword en garde and wait for his right saber to recharge, while quickly ducking down to avoid a laser and desperately looking for a way to bypass the security system.

Guehala: Kuh...

After hopping and rolling aside to avoid another fire stream, he briefly gets up and ponders for another brief second

Guehala: (This is not good... The dragon is too tough and the laser is too dense. Surely, there must be another way...)

Eventually realizing that the laser is always spinning at his head level, leaving the floor nonhazardous, and remembering how he sometimes had to fly his bomber at treetop level to maximize survivability against enemy fighters in his old days, he takes a deep breath, and lies flat on the ground, slowly crawling towards the turret, bracing himself against any incoming fire from the dragon. As he hastily crawls forward, sometimes he can sense the shadow of the dragon looming above him, and then he will try his best to snitch his body to the left or the right in an attempt to avoid the incoming fire, but they are never entirely successfully. A bit of his left side gets burned, then a bit of his right side. every time it happens, he'd scream in pain, then tries his hardest to plug his fingers onto the floor, never letting himself move back. Luckily, it didn't take too long for him to reach the cylindrical spire, sit up, and take a short rest. Still, he was burned three times, and his armor was almost charred.

Before he can relieve himself, however, the menacing face of the dragon slowly approaches him, its mouth almost open. He pushes his body to the right, evading the unusually short burst of the dragon's fire before it has to turn around to avoid crashing its head into its controller. With his left saber in both of his hands, he holds it firmly and stick the saber into the cylindrical turret, budging his legs around the cylinder counter-clockwise, carving an almost perfect circle around it. His body is heavy, yet his movements are heavy. In this form, he is not agile. If the dragon finds him and plunges in to attack, he surely can't dodge and will be done for. True enough, even though the dragon fumbles for a second, it eventually sees Guehala and locks on to him, just as his circle is nearly complete. Just a bit more, he thought, and he budges forward a bit to make some room behind him. with only his right hand on the sword, he stops carving and twists his arm, making one last slash and plunging his sword to the sky. The dragon's mouth opens and a ball of fire forms inside it. But the fireball just explodes and the dragon falls down, now without any control signal to sustain its existence. Guehala slowly stands up and takes a firm step forward, before the ring of lasers stops and the turret crackles, then explodes to bits behind him. Wiping the sweat from his head with the back of his palm, he secretly commends himself on a job well done, while still keeping a calm, yet satisfied face.

Zoldyzant Base Computer: SECURITY BREACH ALERT! SECURITY BREACH ALERT! ALL SECURITY PROTOCOLS HAVE BEEN BYPASSED! NOW COMMENCING EMERGENCY ASSAULT OPERATION!

Hearing the alarm, a petite figure inside the base, wearing platinum twintails and a green gothic yet mechanical dress, stands up and raises her head in brief surprise, comms in her hand. Closing in on her face, one can see her eyes slightly twitching and closing down, shocked yet determined.

???: ...Already?

As the figure turns around and rushes for a nearby door, we come back to Guehala. His brief moment of self-praise couldn't stay for long, as right after the alarm is sounded, the whole upper body of the cannon-like base suddenly turns around, prompting to hold his hands on the floor, trying to keep balance. After the base locks on and stops moving and Guehala slowly regains his stance, he can see a faint blue light emitting from the other end of the base, now pointing towards the ocean.

Mission Control: Uhm... sir, I'm sorry for intruding if you are still busy, but there's something I'd really like to tell you right now...

Guehala: ...Yes?

Mission Control: As it appears... *sigh* You see, the Zoldyzant Base is just what we rebellion forces tended to nickname it.

Guehala: ...*gasp* You mean?!

Mission Control: Yes,... its official name is the Zoldyzant Cannon.

The camera closes in to the Mission Control girl's grim face.

Mission Control: ...And it's locking onto the Orca right now, sir.

Guehala: No... no... the Orca is our primary command station, if it's destroyed, we will...

Guehala briefly drifts away in shock, before angrily shouting on his mic.

Guehala: Is there anything I can do to stop it?!

Mission Control: ...Just like any other gun, sir...

Guehala raises his head and looks forward to the ever-brightening blue glow ahead of him, along with the metallic rings, now part of the floor from his perspective, that keeps spinning around, ever accelerating, while the metallic body under his feet gets hotter and hotter as the giant gun charges up. Guehala takes a hope and runs as fast as he can towards the far end of the cannon, while the drones from before start flying up, locking onto the soldier.

The Mission Control girl lowers her comms and tranquilly raises her head, looking at the serene underwater scenery through the windows of the submarine, wondering whether this will be her last moment or whether she'll soon hear a spectacular victory. Yes, her expression amidst the dark room is of a slight smile.

Guehala keeps dashing as he continually clenches his teeth in pain, with his feet almost catching on fire and his face grazed with bullets, his wounds stand untreated and his armor bombarded by small, yet annoying energy shells.

With a final leap of faith, he takes what seems to be the longest jump of his life and flies ahead of the blinding blue glow. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he throws his remaining saber backwards as he falls. The sword rolls through the air and hit straight in the middle of the giant light orb as he lands. Standing up and walking away, he can sense the humongous cannon blowing up behind him. However, before he can indulge himself in another moment of ecstasy, a barrage of missiles closely miss him, bringing him back to his guard. Turning around, he catches a cold, stern gothic lolita in green dress staring at him.

~WARNING!!!~ Target acquired: GUARDIAN SOLDIER OF FIRE "ADONI"
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BGM: Lord of the Stratosphere

(Wait a minute please)

-- TO BE CONTINUED --

Koufuku Metanana 01:26, June 3, 2017 (UTC)