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Graham
A reading from the book of Order(Old Testament Vers.)
    Graham. The immortal. The invincible. The immovable. The paragon of justice and peace. He is the light and order of the world, and through him, all things are equal. Only those who seek to step from this path are those that are frowned upon by the great one, and he shall deliver unto them an ultimatum; they choose the path of justice, or the choice will be made for them. But even under the light of Graham, there are those who seek to exploit the idea of order...
    Joseph was a boy of many talents. He bore the voice of an angel, the carpentry of a true architect and the stride of a cheetah. But he was left hindered by these talents, for many higher-up beings spoke ill of him; his parents fought to keep him under their watch. His teachers sought to put him with all the other children. And most of all, the church would not accept him. Yet despite the latter, he spoke his word to the gods every day, hoping for
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Gaia
A reading from the book of Balance(New Testament Vers.)
    Algo. A drifting sphere of solid, lifeless rock in an ocean of darkness and light. It was a capsule, an egg, for a new utopia of life that flowed with milk and honey. But before it could achieve this, something had to spark the new growth... and eventually, it did. Just beyond Algo, two beings of great power fought over who would better rule the new utopia. One was Graham, an angel with many wings whose feathers formed the many stars of the sky. The other was Vale, a daemon with tendrils that weaved themselves through the blackness like a massive web. Graham sought to rule Algo as a perfectly ordered land, without a trace of corruption within it. Vale, however, sought to let life run its course and shape itself as it pleases. Their argument became physical, and a single blast of their combined energies shook the great sea. The resulting wave of conflicting energies washed over Algo... and within, a third being awoke.
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Providence
A reading from the book of Balance(New Testament Vers.).
    
    A great orb of light sat high in the sky of Algo before the time of Providence, but this was not the sun. It gave no warmth to the soggy, cold lands. But it was a ward against the darkness of the night, and the people looked upon it and saw hope. The great God of Order and Light, Graham, had conjured this orb to protect the people he ruled, and he maintained it with all his power. But this grew tedious, and Graham found he was at his lonesome in the pantheon. And so he left the sky one day, and came upon one of his disciples, a maiden in servitude to his temple. Only three months later, a daughter emerged into the light, whom Graham would name Providence for the protective care he hoped she would bring to the world, as he did.
    Providence grew up as a mage prodigy and a caring(though headstrong) young lady. She bore Amber skin and Raven hair, and a natural talent for not just li
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Bionicle G3: The Mythology
Bionicle G3: The Mythology
    The land was fresh. New. And thus, unhampered. The island that was to be Okoto was separated from the sea by the combined power of stone and water. And the land cracked and bled a fiery swath that brought new life to the many corners of the island. Okoto grew and matured, all the while under the tender care of many godly beings, the Great Beings, who each bore powers for creation and destruction alike. First was Artakha, the Great Crafter. He bore a mask that resembled a crown, and the conflicting powers of Light and Shadow, swirling around his soul like a turbulent typhoon. Then there was Hau, the Burning Champion. He bore a mask that covered his face like a Spartan's helmet, and the explosive power of Fire. Next was Kaukau, the Wisest Wave. She bore a mask that gave her the guise of a Takea Shark, and the graceful-but-turbulent power of Water. Miru, the Jungle Gale, bore a mask that gave his face the close resemblance of a Guk
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OC Universe Pitch
        Silver walkways stretch across the city-like landscape, glistening in the blue supergiant's light. As a moon to a gas giant far away, Vector IV was a metropolis in disguise. And its inhabitants were constantly on the move, with bodies of similar hue to their surroundings, and each with a function in this society. Everything was in pristine condition; work was solid and clear, socialization was jolly, and all was well in general...
        But deep down, Fidelis knew it wouldn't last. Eventually, he would have to expand the land they controlled farther out onto the rusty landscape, and that could yield all sorts of problems; rust storms, indigen troubles, perhaps even a run-in with invaders... He decided not to dwell on it. Fidelis took a deep breath, letting the iron-and-mica-heavy air fill his plasticky lungs, then let it out. His visual displays immediately lit up as data was extracted from his internal sensors. Just another b
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Iron Horse
All is quiet in the early morning; birds fly high above in the dimly lit sky, overlooking the slate of land full of wood and metal. But this is no jumbled mess; these materials have a pattern, resembling a series of ladders pieced together into multiple long lines. Farther down, a house with large doors sits ajar, connecting to these tracks. What kind of creature could use such a rickety path? Perhaps this chamber could provide the answer...
Suddenly, a sun-like eye opens! A deep huff rumbles from within, and a waft of billowing smoke surges from the entrance. Now we can see the beast more clearly; a shining hide of steel and brass, boasting scars of long years out on the same paths. Its limbs are stretched out, lining up with a series of circular hoofs on either side. The Iron Horse is surely an imposing sight to behold as it slowly clops out of its stable, following the same old path out to a merging point...
The ancient steel stallion then backs into a series of carriages, all unlik
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The Story of Spore(my take)
This is my view on the lore behind one of my favorite games of all time, Spore. Keep in mind, I'm mixing elements from Spore and Spore Hero, and I'm even nodding toward a certain now-deceased game.
Long ago, in the galaxy's earliest years, two powerful beings fought for dominance. One is the being we know as Spode, and the other, the God That Will Come. As they clashed, various mixes of energy spread across the cosmos, conjuring the stepping stones of life. When the God That Will Come was driven off at last, Spode took notice of the effects of the millenia-long battle, seeing several races rising up throughout the galaxy. His inquisitive and creative mind went to work with the trail mix of energies to create life with his Rod of Ayla, and his first creations... fell short. They were a machine race, created with a silicon and titanium base that was made to, and I quote, "Explore the Galaxy". But the Grox were emotionally lifeless, and they had little drive to expand and evolve. So Spode
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The World of Astiria: Magic System: Base
Overview: Almost two millennia ago, a powerful and ancient Dragon named Yharon passed from the world after being punished by the gods for attempting rebellion. The beast's demise eventually brought Algo's magic into fruition through his spilled blood, which seeped into the ground and began spreading various forms of magic all around the world. Over the millennia, life in Algo began to adapt to the new power, and most beings developed an organ known as the Index Arcanum, a small organ next to the heart that stores a liquid form of Spirit Energy. Through this organ and its many adaptations through the species, the races of Astiria and beyond are capable of harnessing magic in various spells or incantations.
MAGIC’S STATES OF MATTER
Spirit Energy (Gas): the purest form of spirit energy, a colorless, highly energized gas-like substance. It can’t be seen, smelled or tasted, but it can be felt with a bit of focus. This is the least powerful form via being the least compresse
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Prospects of a race
Prospects of a race

Presenting a bit of filler while I work on the two projects at hand. See if you can tell where this is from in a paragraph or two!
That day was a day full of wonders. As in, a young boy meeting a space wizard that was leaking fuel in his ship and had to stop and get a new engine, only to later discover that this little boy was the 'chosen one'. Of course, my boss and him eventually struck a deal about both the engine and me; I would race in the most dangerous sport in my sector, both to earn my freedom and some extra funds for the wizard. Not a problem at all, really. After all, it wasn't my first rodeo; the only reason I lost my last race was because of a sabotage by everyone's favorite big bully of the track. I fixed the old girl up the other day, before the wizard found out about me, and her huge engines now roar just like in her glory days. And with that, I was ready.
The roar of the audience was deafening, so
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Bionicle: Shadow among the Flames Act 2 Chapter 5
Bionicle: Shadow among the Flames
Act 2: Confusion
Chapter 5:

Umarak hurtled through the jungle, jumping from tree to tree, and the whole time he was contemplating Fire Lord's request. He seemed no different form the Protector of Fire. thought Umarak, Up until he mentioned taking over the Island, at least. To be honest, he certainly seemed all the more ambitious, and he swore to bring at least one of the two most sacred and well-hidden treasures in the world. I just don't see how he could do it, but I'm willing to give him at least some shot at it. As he approached an altar far below him, he spotted a figure sitting criss-cross in front of the step up to it. He was wearing armor that showed several snake designs, and the majority of it was a very dark shade of green. His staff, too, also caught his eye; it was a bo staff like a gladiator would use, but one end had a glowing orange crystal blade that radiate
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Ecosystem.42 Statistics Part 2
In the previous part, we went over damage types and two of the three active factions on E.42. Now, we get to take a look at the third and final faction as well as a peek into a mysterious fourth faction, one that had seemingly vanished from the planet, leaving behind relics and structures in varying locations.
But we'll get to them later. Right now, let's review the Grey Goo faction!
Grey Goo

-a Purger spawns amongst a mass of Mother Goos during the last major confrontation in Ecosystem.42's history
Uses:
Resistances:
Weaknesses:
Factoid: The goo descends from a man-made probe designed to discover and map inhabitable worlds, including E.42.
Units:

Hyper adaptive, hyper aggressive, and spreading faster than the common cold, the Grey Goo are absolute monsters. But even they can only go so far with just the blobs they most commonly are.
Drover

By far the most basic of the bunch, the Drover stands at twice an average human's size and is
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Ecosystem.42 Statistics Part 1
To start this off, let's quickly go over the different damage types, so you can see what each faction specializes in, as well as weaknesses and resistances.
Kinetic: Solid munitions and blades. Most common
Energy: Blasters, sabers and drills
Plasma: Sabers, cannons and mortars
Thermal: Lasers, conventional missiles and chemical throwers.
Stasis: Chemical throwers, stasis bombs and endothermal lasers.
Electric: Tesla cannons, static blades and ion phasers
Seismic: Seismic hammers and concussion missiles
Sonic: Sound blasters, vibroblades and disruptors
Bio: Acid and toxin sprayers. Considered barbaric
Ancient: Various. No one known knows how to control this form, but no armor or shield can protect from it.
Known Factions

Humans

-Nova Skell Corps. Squad EV0NG3L10N
Uses:
Resistances:
Weaknesses:
Factoid: Regarded as the most adaptable species in the galaxy
            -And they've proved it countless times!
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A surprise post
Well, I've started watching Transformers Prime recently, and it's quickly become a favorite.
It's even become an inspiration for a select number of characters in Ecosystem.42, such as Jeddix.
But that's not really what I'm posting this for; the other day, I was browsing through Starscream artwork on DA just because I can, and something caught my eye. It was Starscream's rendition of the last few verses of "Be Prepared" from The Lion King, and I was immediately inspired to complete the whole thing. But of course, for the scene to be complete, I had to include some dialogue for Knockout and Breakdown in place of Shenzi, Banzai and Ed. So, here's a rough rendition of it;
This scene supposedly takes place shortly after "Operation: Breakdown". And of course, this isn't canon.
Breakdown: Man, I hate humans. I'm not gonna be able to see right for a week!
Knockout: Well, a lack of depth perception shouldn't hinder you too much. Just hold still for a minute longer, and I'll have your eyepatch f
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Ecosystem.42 Premise
This is the premise to an upcoming RP that I'm thinking of starting up.
End of Earth: 2193
Current year: 2543
It's been centuries since the destruction of Earth; nuclear war has rendered the cradle of humanity uninhabitable. But who was to think we weren't ready for the inevitable? Colony ships were dispatched the day the fifth bomb exploded, their inhabitants in cryosleep and headed for the unknown. Every one of them traveled for nearly two centuries before each found a new planet to start anew, 100 in total; one in particular is Cunabula Vitae, or as we know it, Ecosystem.42.
E.42 happens to be one of few E.Planets that not only has life, but also has a well-balanced ecosystem. The big issue? Only the upper half of the planet was inhabitable; the lower half was a desolate, rocky lava prairie. But that area also happens to hold vast amounts of minerals and other precious resources, so that drew in mining operations to the area. The resources gathered went almost directly to constructi
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Tales From Okoto: The Tale of Avohkii
Tales From Okoto
The Tale of Avohkii
Adapted from: "Moon Man", an Aboriginal tale
Come now, weary travellers; I have a tale to tell.
A creation story from long ago, so please listen well!
For the things you hear are how our lives today are influenced.
Come in close, and soon it all will start to make sense...
Before the sun was as it is today; a very bright, very brilliant orb of pure light that all beings of shadow abhor, it was nothing more than a sphere of light cast up by the demigod Avohkii every day to light up the Island of Okoto just so life can live as it should. It was a very timid light, not too bright, not too dim. And that's exactly the way Avohkii and his two wives, both born of shadow, liked it. The three had led their two sons through their childhood, and when they came of age, it was time for them to hunt in their parents' places.
"The fish just downstream are your best chance at catching them." said Avohkii to them on their fir
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Tales of the Red Wings: Prologue
Long ago, when early man still walked the earth, the gods granted them the gift of magic.
Water became the current from which knowledge was gained...
Earth became the materials to form great cities...
Fire became a tool to give and take away life...
And air granted the freedom to take to the skies.
As time passed, more elements were created by mankind, and more races were born. It was a time of peace...
...But all peace must come to an end.
3000 years ago, the elements of light and shadow were discovered, when Demons and Angels arrived on the world's soil.
Both sought to take the land for themselves, and the species of the planet were forced into centuries of conflict.
At the height of the Great War, a place of exodus was created.
A set of large islands, hidden away from the rest of the world, formed and protected by magic. 
And those who wished not to die for their world fled.
1800 years later, war is but a shadow in the mind of the people... As is the old world. 
In an e
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Astiria: Introduction
287 years ago, the world was at war. The angelic forces of the astral plane collided with the daemons of the Abyss, both vying for supremacy over the other. Their battleground? A broken world. The races inhabiting this world struggled to survive against mysterious powers beyond their comprehension. The conflict ended at its peak, when the forces of light and darkness deployed their ultimate weapons. In a desperate bid to survive, the races of the world planned a mass exodus, to a remote series of islands hidden far away from the rest of the world.
No one alive still remembers the events that split the world apart. All that is known is after that day, the world changed forever.
Almost three centuries have passed. The remnants of the great war have infused the world with spirit energy, the remnants of Angels and Daemons, and by its guiding light, civilization has regrown. Now, different species mingle and trade in bustling cities while ornate ships pass the harbors and sail into the grea
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Welp, I'm a broke college student who will soon be homeless and over 75,000$ in debt. I figure I should try to exploit DA for all I can. 
Going to be opening commissions. Prices will be very cheap because I'm not that great and want as much traffic as possible. This is my first time using commissions, so I may not be incredibly efficient at first. Hopefully things will streamline over time.
Pencil Black and White Sketches ($2USD)

(First two characters/creatures are included, each additional one is $1USD)
With Background ($3USD)
Colored Sketches ($3USD)
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Nova Skell Corps Log: FIRST 112
Access Level: 3[NEXT]

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-FIRST-03 "Black Glint", one of two FIRSTs to be defeated and disposed of during the breakout

    Humanity has made plenty of mistakes with the technology given to us by the Mechonis. But by far our biggest was the attempt to go one step farther in the Linx/Skell program by developing the FIRSTs, a series of new Skells meant to go even farther beyond the capabilities of a NEXT. Boasting oversized weapons and even more finely tuned systems, including a means of self-sustainment for the pilot, the FIRST would have been the greatest achievement that we had ever conceived and put into action. So what went wrong? 

    Ten candidates were chosen for the FIRST Program. We won't give names to the pilots themselves, save for Sara Angelic Veyes, the younger brother to the Director of NSC himself. These candidates described the experience inside their crafts as being like "they WERE the Skells". All was performing smoothly for the new program until a test patrol for three pilots, including Sara Angelic, FIRST-03 "Black Glint" and FIRST-04 "Asyut Minya", evolved into a shootout with a Superconstruct, the Juggernaut. All three pilots performed admirably until Asyut Minya took a direct hit from a heavy cannon of unknown origin. Then, Sara Angelic snapped. He charged the Juggernaut with his oversized weapon and destroyed it with just one hit. They won the day, but Sara's main weapon was reduced to slag.

    Sara Angelic took a lot of talking down due to the loss of such an expensive and powerful tool, but what was more important on his mind was the cannon fire that hit his partner, seeding great distrust in NSC. Worse still, our scientists soon discovered a major flaw in the FIRST's Transference Bolt, a major part of Skell Technology that connected the Linx to their craft. They found that the pilots, while they thrived in their titanic bodies, suffered in their normal ones. They realized this too late, as the ten candidates were already starting to lose their minds from the psychic stress from a lack of equilibrium. It was only a matter of time before one of them broke down...

    Who else could it have been but Sara Angelic Veyes? Late one evening, he organized a revolt against NSC, which would involve annihilating as much of its arsenal as possible, as well as breaking out many of the inmates that were being held at their facility. They launched their attack the next night, taking the faculty by surprise. Within a mere hour, several NORMALs and NEXTs were destroyed, and countless personnel crushed or blow to mush, including some of the finest Linxes in NSC. Soon, a distress call was sent out...

Begin Log

(gunfire and a string of explosions as the FIRSTs tear through the on-site armory)
[???]: Mayday, MAYDAY! Can anyone hear me?? The FIRSTs; they've gone on a killing spree down here! Countless casualties! They're gonna destroy everything! Please, for god's sake, somebody help!
(only a second later, the caller was hit by a stray shell, leaving the recording to cut to static)

End Log

    The FIRSTs caused so much damage and destruction that the NSC director himself had to step in with 41PH4 squad to put an end to the chaos. The only member of 41PH4 squad to not appear was Godaizer, the squad's Jaeger, for he had been called off to deal with a Dual Kaiju attack on the West Coast, and thus arrived too late to improve the outcome. As the tide started to turn in favor of the defenders, Asyut Minya was completely destroyed by a Kojima-laced shell from a Skyscraper-class Railgun. Black Glint was the second and last one to fall, being rendered immobile thanks to rapidly melting servos and joints, courtesy of NEXT-3489 "Vulca Mars" from 41PH4 squad.

    The confrontation ended with a fight between Director General Jamison Veyes and Sara Angelic Veyes. The General's first NEXT, NEXT-0998 "Supreme Kai" was destroyed by his opponent, and the remaining perpetrators fled. The General survived and was given a new Skell, NEXT-9031 "Dux Maxime", as insurance for his loss. Most of the FIRSTs on the run either fled and created Insurrectionist factions just outside the reach of NSC, or vanished off the map entirely, as was the case with Sara Angelic. The FIRST Program was titled a complete failure, and the scientific director responsible for the project has been placed in solitary confinement as a result of the revolt. 

Extraneous Log: Execution of FIRST-03's pilot[No name given]
    After the pilot of Black Glint was apprehended, he was interrogated about the plans for the revolt. He only gave minor details, and was soon determined to have a psyche that was damaged beyond repair. He was executed via the Kojim Zapper roughly three days after the revolt took place.

Begin Log

[General]: You've been a big help to us, [REDACTED]. We've been able to get a read on several of your comrades, and we want to wish you well-
[Black Glint]: You think I believe that shit? You're just gonna kill me like all those others! 
[General]: What others?
[Black Glint]: Operation Von Ness? The attack on Pearl Junction?? Are any of those ringing any bells?!
[General]: Those two were not accidents on the part of NSC. They were reckless actions of-
[Black Glint]: "Accidents"? Are you fucking kidding me??
[General]: (to the operator)Charge the Zapper!
[Black Glint]: Shit like that doesn't just vanish under the rug! Innocent people died! The costs in collateral reached the hundred millions! Think of my daughter, Jamison; such a perfect little girl in a Fairy Tale world, where people and robots got along just fine, then you come along and drop bombs on her-
[General]: Your daughter will be granted plenty of coverings and insurances on the losses inflicted. There was no harm done to her during those times-
[Black Glint]: She's fucking BRAIN DEAD! All those lies, all those things you pumped through her head and all those other people in that shitshow are nothing but fantasies! Fairy Tales! Thinking of all that makes me wish I was born on the other side of the wall-!
[General]: (clearly distressed)I've had enough of this. Fire!
(something spools up in the chamber)
[Black Glint]: FAIRY TALE FUCKING OVER!!
(there's a quick and sharp ZAP, and Black Glint goes silent. After a minute, the body is taken from the chair, leaving the General to pace the chamber. Soon, when another five minutes' time passes, the General goes to stop the log)
[General]: Let this go on record that I am ordering the termination of any and all FIRSTs from the program. Do not reason, do not restrain. They are broken beings and highly dangerous fighters. I repeat, terminate on sight.

End Log
Ecosystem.42: The Failure of the FIRST Program
Thought I'd fill in a few gaps before I posted the Character Creation Guidelines and Examples. Word of warning; it gets a little dark.

I own neither the background music of choice nor the image used higher up.
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A reading from the book of Order(Old Testament Vers.)

    Graham. The immortal. The invincible. The immovable. The paragon of justice and peace. He is the light and order of the world, and through him, all things are equal. Only those who seek to step from this path are those that are frowned upon by the great one, and he shall deliver unto them an ultimatum; they choose the path of justice, or the choice will be made for them. But even under the light of Graham, there are those who seek to exploit the idea of order...

    Joseph was a boy of many talents. He bore the voice of an angel, the carpentry of a true architect and the stride of a cheetah. But he was left hindered by these talents, for many higher-up beings spoke ill of him; his parents fought to keep him under their watch. His teachers sought to put him with all the other children. And most of all, the church would not accept him. Yet despite the latter, he spoke his word to the gods every day, hoping for a change from his family's ways, hoping for deliverance. He felt, deep down, that the gods may never answer his prayers, but he knew they were listening. For every day, he felt a surge of determination that drove him forward through each day, as though guided by an outside voice. 

    His family, however, took notice of this. They sought to show him ways that cared not for, and they forced him into them. Ways that would invoke in him desires and sufferings that they hoped would bend his spirit. But Joseph remained strong. He stood his ground in the bombardment of such things, and deep down, they feared him. So one day, the father withdrew a binding of his own cosmetic appeal and forced it on the boy with unholy fury! It stung, it burned! They boy would not be swayed, and so it kept coming back. It lashed, it tore! At last, Joseph fell. He was broken under the weight of the onslaught, and he wept. The parents thought they had achieved justice...

    But unknown to them, that was the last straw. For high in the heavens, a being with six wings covering his form watched...

    Joseph followed the ways of the world he knew, for now he had no choice. For the ties that bind can be a terrible weapon of mass affection. He felt that now he would never be free to live as he saw fit... but not all was lost. One night, as the parents leeched lies and tribulations into their son, the six-winged being came before them.

    "You keep a prisoner who has committed no crime." said he. The parents, however, detested the newcomer. "Angel, you have no business in determining the future for our son." said they. "We are senior to him, and thus we define his life."
    "You cannot judge me, for I am Justice itself." said the great one.
    "We are the Justice of this household! Begone!"
    "False Justice is the greatest injustice. I can stand for this blasphemy no longer." Then the great being unfurled his wings, and the family gazed in horror as the wrath of Order came upon them. They cried out as justice tore them asunder with holy fire and blinding light! Joseph could only cover his eyes as his world was filled with white, and the cries of those who stood above him were snuffed. It was only after the great being spoke again that he withdrew his hands.

    "Open you eyes, Joseph. Open your eyes to the new world before you." The six-winged figure bore armor of gold and black, and eyes that could see right through any being. He was beautiful and terrifying to behold, this figure. But in the angel's soft gaze, Joseph found he could speak again. "...Who are you, O Great One?"
    "I am he who brings justice and peace to the world." said Graham. "I am the light incarnate. Justice is a fickle thing, and only those who follow my footsteps in true belief may know the truth of Order. Those who use Justice as a means of instilling superiority over others are no more the monsters they seek to destroy than what they themselves are." The boy was left astounded by these words. Graham himself had come to his rescue, when he could have sent an angel. But why? Why me? he wondered. The God of Order saw these questions, and he delivered his answer. "Little one, you have stood faithful to my light even in the face of prejudice and abuse. Those who step from the path of the norm to seek truth and peace are the truly devoted. I am proud of you, Joseph." He began to fade away, leaving Joseph to marvel at the new life he was granted. But something felt... wrong. This house was now very empty, and as the light faded, he couldn't help but feel the loneliness begin to set in.

    "Graham, wait." said Joseph, and the Great One halted. "Terrible though my family was, they were what family I had. Without them, I have nothing... I want you to be my father, please."
    Graham smiled at this. "I AM your father, Joseph. And the Pantheon I lead is your family. We are family to all of those who seek righteousness and peace, particularly those who seek to instill it on others in a just and honorable manner. In that, I see potential in you." He reached out to Joseph, and a scepter formed in his grasp. "Go, Joseph. Spread my word to the people of your land. Let them see the truth, and if they don't accept it, that is for them to decide. It is the light of Order that shall judge the people, and you shall be a focus. The power of peace and hope is in your hands, my boy..." With that, he was gone.

    Joseph went on to become a prophet of Graham, and wore a coat of many colors to symbolize that the reach of Graham's light is not dependent on the differences of others, for it is those who seek to use Justice as a forceful means of instilling order that are the true enemies of the light. Many have tried, but none have escaped the judgement of the heavens. For Graham may be a kind and fatherly being to those who follow the light, but he is the greatest enemy to those who exploit his word for their own gain. It is his word, and not that of others. And Joseph became one of the first to spread it to the people of Algo. The word of Graham is law, and it defines the world in a just and peaceful manner. For the God of Order wishes to have it no other way.
Graham
Another short story about one of the Gods from the universe of Tales of the Red Wings by Kamizephyr.
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A reading from the book of Balance(New Testament Vers.)

    Algo. A drifting sphere of solid, lifeless rock in an ocean of darkness and light. It was a capsule, an egg, for a new utopia of life that flowed with milk and honey. But before it could achieve this, something had to spark the new growth... and eventually, it did. Just beyond Algo, two beings of great power fought over who would better rule the new utopia. One was Graham, an angel with many wings whose feathers formed the many stars of the sky. The other was Vale, a daemon with tendrils that weaved themselves through the blackness like a massive web. Graham sought to rule Algo as a perfectly ordered land, without a trace of corruption within it. Vale, however, sought to let life run its course and shape itself as it pleases. Their argument became physical, and a single blast of their combined energies shook the great sea. The resulting wave of conflicting energies washed over Algo... and within, a third being awoke. Lush greenery sprouted from the lifeless rock, and the new goddess stretched her branches.

    Gaia looked up at the two gods as they fought among themselves, clearly unaware of her presence. "Brother! Sister! Why do you two fight?" she asked them. It was then that the two beings halted to look upon their new sister. "Who are you, child?" said Vale in a voice like butter. "I myself am merely a victim of circumstance..."
    "Don't lie to her, Vale." growled Graham. "Little child, this being threatens to reduce the life newly sprouted into abominations of unimaginable villainy-"
    "Which would be a far better fate than not letting life change at all!" she hissed in reply. With that, the two gods began to fight again. This was something Gaia could only tolerate for so long. "STOP!" she shouted in a voice that shook the entirety of Algo. The two gods froze and looked at her. Neither Graham nor Vale expected such a voice from such a young goddess. They looked at each other, then back to Gaia, and they slowly smiled in her direction.

    "Not even minutes old, and you already hold a voice that carries farther than either of us." Graham complimented. He then reached out a hand to her. "Come with me to the Divine Pantheon, where I shall make your voice heard for all around."
    Vale offered her own hand to Gaia a split second later. "Do you believe this manipulative fool? Graham only seeks to use you. Come with me, and you are free to do as you please with your new gifts..."
    Gaia looked from one hand to the other, both of their offerings very compelling to her. But something still bothered her; if she were to choose one, she would make an enemy of the other. So, order or anarchy?... After a long time of pondering, Gaia stood defiantly as she looked straight at the two gods. "I will make my choice when you two settle your differences." The two gods retracted their arms, looking disappointed but adamant.
    "The stubbornness of youth... Very well. We shall leave you to your own works for now..." The two gods departed, Graham heading for the Divine Pantheon and Vale vanishing into the void. Gaia then turned her attention to the greenery back on Algo, which had paled ever so slightly. With a wave of her hand, the plants rejuvenated. I see why they want me so. she thought. I hold the power of Earth and Life in my grasp... But what to do with it? Should I maintain the status quo? Or allow life to roam free?...

   
She wasn't given much time to think, for the void began to ripple again. She prepared to see Vale return from the blackness, but it wasn't the queen of darkness that emerged from the fabric of space... Instead, it was another feminine figure with paled skin and dark clothing, but this one bore an unusual mask over her head, and some parts of her glowed a ghostly light blue-green. Etro floated through the shifting expanse until she began to recline right next to the land where Gaia stood. She bore a smile on her face that only broadened further when she chuckled in an almost cute manner. "Well well, if it isn't the newborn Goddess I heard Vale speak of."
    "Who are you?" asked Gaia as she stood in a defensive stance. Etro's smile faded out. "Aw, that's no way to say hello to your new neighbor..." the being of Void then sat upright in space to look more directly at Gaia. "I go by many names, but the one I am most known for is Etro. What's yours, hm?" She stuck out her glowing blue-green hand to Gaia, who only maintained her posture. "...Well, I see you've already met the king and queen pins. Such a pity for them, really; always fighting over who could better rule a rock in space, when really they ought to try to work as one to pull it together..."
    Gaia found herself agreeing with the void being. In the short time that she had met them, the two gods seemed to have no cohesion whatsoever. And it seemed that neither could ever rule Algo so long as their battle continued. As a matter of a fact, no one could. Unless...

    The Earth Goddess's hand drifted out and shook Etro's own. "My name is Gaia." she said at last. "I suppose I am the Goddess of Earth. Yes, I have met both Vale and Graham. They wish to show me the way to harness my power, but... both paths seem either dangerous or tedious... I may have an idea to counteract this. But I may need your help."
    "Ohohoho! MY help?" Etro laughed, fading from view. "You've only known me for a few minutes, and you're already asking for my help? Gaia, you are a STRANGE sort. And I'm supposed to be the stranger here! Hee hee hee... So what is this idea of yours?" 
    Gaia explained her plan to the mischievous being. She outlined her view that if the two gods settle their differences and find a balance, then Gaia will find a balance of her own, through a fresh, new, "PANTHEON??" chortled Etro. "You seek to create a third Pantheon? And one to symbolize a balance between order and chaos..."
    "Obviously I know nothing about leading a Pantheon. But with you seeming somewhat close with Vale, perhaps you could show me how to lead?"
    Etro laughed wholeheartedly. "ME. Teaching you. How to lead a PANTHEON?!" She laughed again, but Gaia detected no spite. "Ohohohoho... I'm sorry, but that really tickled me... Okay then. I'll see what I can do!" She raised her hand to reveal a blue-green symbol in her palm. "Pantheon's honor." Gaia looked at her own hand to see a similar symbol, seemingly put there when the two of them touched. "Yes, of course." She then raised her own. "Pantheon's honor."

    The next day, Graham and Vale returned to Algo from their respective Pantheons. "So, it has been decided." Graham broke the silence. "The Divine and Profaned Pantheons have ceased fire for this momentous occasion. The occasion in which the new Goddess of Earth chooses between two paths; Order and Chaos."
    "Graham, we only made this deal because of her." said Vale. "This decision will change everything about the future of Algo and the life to spawn from it. So what will it be, child? Come now, neither of us mean any harm to you..." Gaia could sense the tension in her voice. She was right; everything DID hinge on this decision. And seeing how the two of them had merely ordered a ceasefire, the war between the two wasn't truly over. With that, her decision was made. She rose to her feet and raised her hand to reveal the symbol. "I've made my decision, Graham and Vale. I walk a path to a new Pantheon; a Pantheon where Order may not wholly pull down Chaos, but Chaos receives only partial freedom. Say what you will; my decision is final." Neither god could believe their ears. Then, Vale looked closer at the symbol. "I know that emblem. It looks like the signature of-"
    "ME!" said Etro triumphantly as she appeared behind Gaia.
    "YOU??" this revelation baffled the gods further. Graham snapped at Gaia. "You sided with the princess of folly? An imp from the void?" 
    "Say what you will about her, Graham." said Gaia adamantly. "Mischievous at heart though she may be, Etro understands the value of balance. Given that your war has not truly ended, I see no reason why you two would ever understand such a value." Graham glowered at Gaia, and Vale at Etro. "You two have made enemies of both of us today. Pray we do not meet in person again anytime soon."
    "My my." said Gaia in an almost mocking manner. "That is no way to say hello to your new neighbor!" That made Etro giggle, and the two of them left Vale and Graham to their own devices.

    Gaia was proven right as the years went by. Etro may have been a trickster at heart, but she genuinely cared about maintaining a balance between Order and Chaos. She taught Gaia everything that she knew about leadership of a Pantheon, and it would certainly come in handy later, for the Pantheon had begun to grow in size. Hades, Susanoo, Tamamo-no-mae, Ifrit, Plutia, and even Providence, the demigoddess daughter of Graham, joined the Pantheon as millennia went by. Etro and Gaia led the Pantheon together the whole time, but as Algo grew older and more feeble, so did Gaia. She found that she could no longer maintain life and lead the Pantheon at the same time. She asked Etro to take full responsibility for the reins, and the void being accepted happily, willingly taking the helm as Goddess of Balance. Gaia now had all the time in the world to focus on retaining control over the flow of life over Algo, and she still does so to this day. Etro's emblem, though it once was a sign of discord and separatism, now stands as a modern Yin-Yang, symbolizing the marriage of Good and Evil in harmony. Every god and goddess on the Pantheon of Balance bears that symbol as a reminder not just as a symbol of their devotion to balance, but also as a reminder to who started it all...

    Gaia, the Mother of Nature and herald of Earth.
Gaia
Another short story about one of the Goddesses from the universe of Tales of the Red Wings by Kamizephyr. I plan to make this a regular series of posts.
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A reading from the book of Balance(New Testament Vers.).
    
    A great orb of light sat high in the sky of Algo before the time of Providence, but this was not the sun. It gave no warmth to the soggy, cold lands. But it was a ward against the darkness of the night, and the people looked upon it and saw hope. The great God of Order and Light, Graham, had conjured this orb to protect the people he ruled, and he maintained it with all his power. But this grew tedious, and Graham found he was at his lonesome in the pantheon. And so he left the sky one day, and came upon one of his disciples, a maiden in servitude to his temple. Only three months later, a daughter emerged into the light, whom Graham would name Providence for the protective care he hoped she would bring to the world, as he did.

    Providence grew up as a mage prodigy and a caring(though headstrong) young lady. She bore Amber skin and Raven hair, and a natural talent for not just light, but fire magic as well. She would use these talents to a great extent throughout her childhood and teen years, up until she finally came of age, when Graham appeared before her for the first time in years. "You are my daughter." he told her. "I foresee great things from you, my child. Bring order and peace to the world as I do, and the world shall prosper forever." And with that, he left. Providence could not believe what she had heard at first, but then her mother came to her. She told her daughter about how Graham had come to her one night and offered his hand, and the next thing she knew, there was little Providence in her womb. The young demigoddess fell silent... then decided to take up her father's wishes. She left her home behind and began to travel the world, making an effort to bring the peace and order Graham sought...

    But in time, she found that it was not the evils of the outside that brought the chaos to Algo. The land was soggy and cold, and thus resources were scarce. She saw the impoverished and famishing people squabble over the smallest things, and she felt guilt wash over her. Providence wished that she could bring comfort to these people... and then she turned her attention to the orb of light, her father's symbol of hope. "Hope is more than what we need now." said Providence, finally. "Something will have to be done..." And she lifted her fire up to the light... and made an attempt to merge it with her own light magic. With that, she created a golden, radiant and warm energy that the people promptly took notice of. She smiled as the people began to crowd around to feel the warmth, but Providence could only provide so much. So, how to bring it to all of the people?...

    She flung the orb of fiery light into the air, high above the crowd, and for the first time the people felt the warmth and comfort of the Solar Light. But it was not to last; the light fizzled out before it could reach the threshold of the sky. Providence would not give up, however. She threw another orb of Solar Light into the air. Then another. And another. She began to trek across the land, casting up orbs of radiance into the sky wherever she went. And where those orbs shone, the soggy earth dried and hardened, and fresh green shoots replaced the shriveled, sickly ones in the many fields. The people rejoiced... but Graham took notice of his daughter's actions. The light of his orb brought the people protection, and yet they turn directly toward his own daughter for hope. The God of Light came before her yet again one day, and he spoke to her in a fatherly manner... but Providence could detect the snide in his voice.

    "Providence, you have done me proud throughout your travels." he said. "But do not forget who is the true bringer of light and peace to the world."
    "You mistake peace for order, father." she replied. "The light of the orb in the sky may protect the land from evil, but it does nothing else for the people of down below. How do you justify being the source of the chaos in this world of light?"
    "How dare you question me! I am the God of Light and Order, and your father! Therefore, I can delegate. From now on, you can no longer create your orbs of Solar Light unless it is in my name."
    "You have done nothing but 'delegate' since I began this journey!"
    "PROVIDENCE!" the God of Light's voice thundered high above. "You are crossing a line that I had hoped you wouldn't dare to. I will not tolerate a challenge from one of my own offspring!"
    "Given that I AM one of your own offspring, I feel obligated to have my voice heard! These people are suffering, and you have done nothing to provide for them!"
    "Just because you have seen me do nothing about it does not prove that I haven't done anything at all."
    "Then there must be a lot I'M NOT SEEING!" snapped Providence. "How do you justify leaving a job half-finished?? If all you do is 'protect' the people, then who will you protect if they are all starved??" For that, Graham had no answer. And that was enough for the demigoddess. "If you won't provide for them, I will. And there's nothing you can do to stop me." She left her father behind then, leaving him to brood. "'Do nothing but delegate'. We shall see about that, my daughter..."

    Providence returned to her travels, and she strengthened her orbs further as she went. Until at last, one day, she chose to merge the Fire and Light in her grasp with the winds. And then, she flung the largest orb she had ever made into the sky, and it flew higher... and higher... until it reached the sky, right next to the orb of light. The people rejoiced as the first Sun hung in the sky; though small, it brought warmth and light to a vast area of land. The whole land basked in the light of the Sun... only to cry out as Graham's orb destroyed it with a gargantuan beam of light. "You dare to rival my greatest creation, Providence? Very well. Perhaps it is best for you to observe it in its full glory!" And the great orb of light billowed to several times its original size, spreading light to exactly half of Algo, and a tendril lashed out and grabbed Providence and pulled her straight into it. "My ward shall be your prison for the rest of time. You will no longer defy me or my wish."

    "I didn't, father." said Providence. "I fulfilled your wish to bring peace and order to the world. It may not have been in your way, but I provided for the people when you could not. I see now that you are merely a selfish being that only wishes to destroy the evils of the world, and that will include its people if you wish it! You may hold me now... but I withhold a power that you could never understand!" All of a sudden, the great orb turned from pure white to a brilliant golden orange, and a wave of heat washed across Algo. "I hold the key to the sustainment of life in the palm of my hand. A key that you have rejected to pursue your own goals. No more, father."

    "What have you done??" roared Graham as he tried to regain control of his great orb, but the reins were in the grasp of her daughter now. "And if you wish me gone?" the demigoddess continued. "I shall go as you please. But know this; you shall never keep me down as a goddess of a rivaling power. I shall return every day to bring my gift to Algo!" And before Graham could stop it, the great orb vanished below the horizon.

    With his pride tarnished, Graham returned to the Divine Pantheon. To defy her selfish father further, Providence went on to join Etro in the Pantheon of Balance, the border between order and chaos. And so the sun rises and sets every day, providing protection and comfort in the day, and allowing darkness to slip over the land by night. All was balanced as it should be...

    And Providence of that form... thought the young goddess. ...was perfect.
Providence
A short story about one of the Goddesses from the universe of Tales of the Red Wings by Kamizephyr.
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    Excelion blinked his digital eyes. Several lines of code shot through his head; designations, locations, operations and more. The Droedar's collective mind, The Matrix, was a lot to take in, but his Memory Indicator and CPU were fresh; the Engineers had ensured that. His audio receivers on either side of his head buzzed and whirred for a moment, and a pair of cooling vanes just above them hissed as the delicate systems vented off heat. He slowly sat upright, his adamantium endoskeleton groaning a little as he did so, and looked at himself in the mirror on the end of the platform. Excelion seemed to resemble a police robot from Chappie, save for the spherical blue core in his chest, but he didn't catch the connection until the modern movie files came up. Of course, what seemed most interesting to him is the two other figures standing next to him; both looked so much smoother and pristine than him. Deep down, he wondered if he would ever be like them.
    
    "State your designation, newcomer." said the one with argon-purple eyes. Excelion took a moment to process the words, but soon he knew what Unit Number 243 wanted. 
    "Droedar Unit Number 626." He said mechanically, a 'jaw' of sorts flexing to match the words spoken. He was a little surprised to hear the second of them speak with a very similar voice to his own: "Ah, good. He passed the I.D. test with flying colors!" Excelion looked around; there were no colors flying except for the glowing fixtures all around. The red-eyed figure seemed to spot this. "Heh heh... That's a figure of speech, Excelion. You'll pick it up eventually. Come along; we can educate you further as we go to the fitting station." Excelion smiled as best as his cubic mouth would allow, and he clambered down from his assembly table and started to follow the two figures, all the while looking at the ground to see if he could find other figures of speech to pick up...

    "I'm sure you're curious as to what you are, Excelion." said Fidelis as the three of them started to get close. "Well, allow me to answer what questions you have; We are the Droedar, a race of self-replicating androids created by our All-Mother to model the success of humans, who live across the galaxy from us. We store all that we know about them in The Matrix, which is a giant version of the little Sparks that we have. It is a gargantuan machine that constantly changes depending on how much data is within it, and it needs to be maintained from the outside. That's where Droedar classes come in; Droedar with Green Sparks are called Engineers. They're there to maintain the Matirx's sustainment functions, as well as assemble and test new equipment and starships. You, Excelion, are a Guardian; a warrior of sorts. You are there to help defend the Droedar's home from invasions by either indigenous monsters from the rusty lands or from hostile aliens from above. There's multiple subvariants of each, too. You're a Bladedancer, which incorporates music into your fighting style. And there's tons of others that you'll see, too."

    Excelion was taking note of all this in his head. "I see." he eventually replied. But then he saw something odd. "Fidelis, Argus... why are your Sparks not Blue or Green?"
    "Ah, now he actually questions. Test number two passed..." Fidelis whispered to Argus, before turning to Excelion. "Argus is a Sentinel, signified by the Purple Spark. He's a very rare variant that only appears twice out of every 500 Droedar to be assembled and activated. He bears properties of both Guardians and Engineers. As do I, as a Red Sparked Founder."
    "In fact, Excelion," Argus continued for Fidelis. "He's called a Founder because he was one of the first 16 Droedar to ever be built!" Excelion marveled at this, but not for long; his CPU didn't have the capacity for it, and his cooling vanes steamed off the excess heat. The feeling made Excelion feel crummy. "Cheer up, little droid. We'll get you checked out at the fitting station, and get you better parts if needed. After all, no Stage 1 is perfect off the line." 

    They soon arrived at the fitting station, and Excelion saw all sorts of tools and items along the many racks. His display lit up as he took in the data and found matches; Socket Wrench, Ectothermal Scalpel, Rivet Driver, Plate Shaper, Aetherium Saber...

    Wait.

    "Music Note Bullet (Black) - F2U One of these things is not like the others...Music Note Bullet (Black) - F2U" sang the song in Excelion's memory banks. He looked at the Saber, styled like a Lightsaber from Star Wars. "Why is this one on the tool rack?"

    "I never said utility tools were the only things down here." chuckled Argus. "The fitting station covers both Engineers AND Guardians! And I believe this is one of your weapons, Excelion. There's another just like it around here somewhere..." He began to revolve the rack around like an airport carousel, many more tools and weapons floating by. At last, another Aetherium Saber appeared, and Excelion instinctively picked it up. His thumb felt around the handle, and suddenly, a circular button hidden in the handle pressed down, and a fluctuating red blade emerged from the emitter, humming like a bumblebee and occasionally crackling like an open flame.

    "Whoa! Careful with that!" Argus shouted, and Excelion quickly shut off the Saber. "A lot of these tools are sensitive to energy fluctuations from external sources. But rest assured, you'll get a chance to test these blades in the next chamber." A door on the opposite wall opened wide at those words, revealing an even larger chamber with rings encircling blank-eyed androids with black and yellow colors. "Okay, Excelion. Step into one of those rings and face the test drone in the middle of it. You'll know when the test starts."

    Excelion did so, activating the two sabers in his hands. They still hummed and crackled far out of sync... but why did that matter to him suddenly? He wasn't sure why it had occurred to him....

    Then he heard it; a tapping sound from not far off. It was a steady, rhythmic sound, and Excelion heard his sabers start to buzz like some sort of 8-bit EDM backup track. He could feel something ticking inside of himself, keeping up with the rhythm, and his hips were moving now too. Suddenly, without thinking, he dashed at the test drone and began to hack and slash at it in time with the simplistic music. Each hit didn't seem to do any damage whatsoever, but the pattern in which he struck it seemed so... artistic. The rhythm stopped, and Excelion felt himself slacken off. "And that's the quirk with Bladedancers." said Argus a moment later. "They use a mix of rhythm, harmony and melody to time their strikes and other movements, alternating between the three to throw opponents off." 

    "What if there is no music to fight with?" asked Excelion. Neither Argus nor Fidelis replied for a minute; instead, they turned away and spoke in lowered voices. Excelion extended his audio receivers, trying to pick up on what they were saying...

    "I didn't expect him to ask that question so quickly." said Argus. "What should we tell him?"
    "I don't know, Argus." the Founder replied. "He could try to use other sounds that bear a rhythm to them, but I'm not sure how effective that would be."

    The Stage 1 sat there for a moment, processing what the two other Droedar had said. Other sounds... He tapped his foot as he considered these words.
tap tap tap tap
   
Excelion could only wonder where these "other sounds" could come from...
tap tap tap tap
   
He paused... then started tapping his foot again, this time listening close.
tap tap tap tap
   
"...A rhythm!" Excelion said triumphantly, causing the two superiors to whirl on the spot. Already, he could hear the ticking inside himself again, and he begins to hack and slash at his dulled opponent once more. He adds eighth notes to the rhythm, doubling his attack rate. Suddenly, his sabers stop crackling and go full EDM, pulsating in time with his strikes, and as he goes for sixteenth notes, the blades start to change from red to scarlet, then orange, then tangerine, then a bright, brilliant yellow-

    "Excelion, STOP!"


    Argus's shout caused Excelion to halt immediately, looking straight at the now-diced test android. A wave of regret passed through him, quickly overtaxing some of his cerebral circuits and triggering a mental shutdown. Now he simply stands upright, a pitiful look on his face as steam gushes from his vanes and a wisp of smoke emerges from his metal scalp. "Oh, scrap. MEDIC!" Argus called out, and quickly, a group of Engineers rushed out into the test chamber. "Burned out his CPU, and perhaps a few other circuits. Get those parts replaced fast!" They nodded, and vacated the chamber with Excelion in their arms.

    "He's already started to adapt his own versions of music to his fighting style at Stage 1, Fidelis." Argus and Fidelis were now heading down the hall to oversee Excelion's repairs. "Stage. ONE!"
    "I heard you the first time, Argus. Don't strain yourself."
    "And yet he's not a Sentinel! How did he do it so quickly??"
    "Well, we did model him after my own Spark patterns. He's bound to pick up the majority of my traits."
    "But to have them develop this quickly is just..." Argus swallowed, the sound resembling a clogged vacuum unsealing. "..It's just astounding to me. I'm beginning to think he may be our next Alpha Droedar. After myself, that is."
    "A speaker for the All-Mother? I knew he'd blaze through the test trials, but this may be a stretch..." His trail-off was followed up by a message popping up in his vision. RECALL! it exclaimed, showing an icon of a very large Spark sitting in the middle of an intersection of six shafts, forming a cubic chamber around it. "Speaking of whom, she requests my presence at the moment. And given what just happened, I think I know what this is about." With that, he started off for The Matrix. Argus, on the other hand, turned his attention back to Excelion as he entered the Med Chamber. He looked down at the disassembled head of the Stage 1 being examined and reassembled with new parts. All the while, a single thought kept bugging him...

    What is it with you, Guardian?

Previous Page:  OC Universe Pitch        Silver walkways stretch across the city-like landscape, glistening in the blue supergiant's light. As a moon to a gas giant far away, Vector IV was a metropolis in disguise. And its inhabitants were constantly on the move, with bodies of similar hue to their surroundings, and each with a function in this society. Everything was in pristine condition; work was solid and clear, socialization was jolly, and all was well in general...
        But deep down, Fidelis knew it wouldn't last. Eventually, he would have to expand the land they controlled farther out onto the rusty landscape, and that could yield all sorts of problems; rust storms, indigen troubles, perhaps even a run-in with invaders... He decided not to dwell on it. Fidelis took a deep breath, letting the iron-and-mica-heavy air fill his plasticky lungs, then let it out. His visual displays immediately lit up as data was extracted from his internal sensors. Just another b

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what happened to the first 51 epiclucarios
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EpicLucario52 Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2016
No prob! I like where you're getting at with your writing work!
And to be honest, I only played Skylanders; Spyro's Adventure and Swap Force, but that's where Youtube comes in, right?





(Welcome to Fictional-Works, btw)
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AdamGregory04 Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2016
Thanks again!
And yeah, YouTube helps a ton.
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Toa-Niretta Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for watching :la:
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EpicLucario52 Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2016
Anything for a fellow Bionicle lover!
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OB5523ON Featured By Owner May 28, 2016  Student General Artist
Welcome to da Bro, hope u have a good time in our little dysfunctional family
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EpicLucario52 Featured By Owner May 29, 2016
I definitely like what I'm doing here, but I am sad that I'm not hearing Jack Sh!@ from my watchers...
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