Capítulo 1: Prologue
> Location: Dimension F-113 (Origin)
> Time: 1567 Hours
> Operation: Downfall
Nearing the source where the <Progenitor> was last seen to be comes one of the many footholds that surrounds the planet, defending with all of it's core strength as it manages the last of it's efforts hoping that the dropshipped squadron of elites would manage to get upfront and personal upon whoever or whatever caused this war in the first place.
"Ready your arms comrades! This will be the final take before the <Collapse> falls upon all races known to us currently." Said by one of the heavy arms officer that's sported a bellowing blasted energon shifter walking amidst the chaos that is currently surrounding them.
"Well ya sur' are jolly lad! Can't havin your' head up your ass shouldn't we? Pardon for me manners as we won't ven make it currently on ze objective." A shifty jerking old man that happens to be quite injured with all the bandages currently surrounding him.
"Don't be disheartened, well I sure agree what's Old Man Jenkins is saying but we need to end this, you do know that I'm more tired of this crap than any of you all did experienced since I've been here in the frontlines making sure that those bastards won't even come close to the gate." The commanding officer said while recuperating from his dire wounds as he was apparently nailed upon the wall with a sinking expression.
"Well why why don't we just blow the entire place up? Can't try it out I suppose as we all been sporting <Classified> heavy arms which is currently experimental since it has the tendency to explode." A halfling blurted out, many of the members of the squad laughed from his seemingly unnecessary joke.
"What d'ya mean you munchkin! From me understandings, trying to blow this space up with ze cores of me weapons can disintegrate us and not them! Ya remember what happend back in Operation: Windfall ze bastard ate a anti-matter warhead came out unscathed, didn't take a wee bit of scratch it's just us who took ze damage from ze shockwave." Old Man Jenkins bellowed out to his halfling companion.
"Well simmer down folks since we still got a job to accomplish, have you guys written your last wills? Sure mine's nonexistent since we won't even have a grave afterall." As he laughed among his worries upon the coming battle as he sits alongside his trusty companion that fought with him for many battles.
"So what do we now Captain?" The commanding officer to the man that seemingly in much worse condition than anyone of them.
"Well I need to do what I should've done years ago, to end the war and accept the aftermath that lies upon us. I should be having a vacation right now and not seeming spending all my time blasting and killing the minions of what that <Progenitor> feeding us all this time. My wife's waiting for me in the next world, shouldn't make her wait anymore." Said the captain that wore an extensive amount of weaponry ranging from blades and ammunition surrounding his body with a cracked faceshield and a battered <VAS Type-8> armor system.
"Now time to make the most of this grace period, ready your arms soldiers as we end this current <Cycle> and meet the new lands!Now are you with me comrades, as we pave the new path among all others as we defeat the <Progenitor> and all it's monstrosities!"
As the elite squad of 8 people symbolizing the best of the bests among all races of the current era, sporting the best arms they could possibly have as they make way to the source that currently holds the last known location of the <Progenitor> as they hold no arms barred competition in a seeming unfair manner, they fought days after days of unceasing assault weakening the <Progenitor> and robbed of its endless array of abilities as it held it's last breath as it bellowed out it's last words.
"Well done as to defeating the great me...but to make matters worse for all you mortals...I'll be taking you all with me..." as the <Progenitor> spewed it's last words, it's body blew up in unimaginable proportions seemingly turn bright that seems to brighten up as every few seconds passes by.
"Well didn't expect that this <Progenitor> is a cunning bastard that won't let us go free from trouble now we need to clean the mess it left behind. Now you guys deal with the strays, I'll deal with this expanding balloon." The captain said as he lose color bit by bit as both his legs bleed from the damage it sustained above its normal threshold and his arms and appendages limp from being broken or ripped out entirely.
Seeing his own condition sustained too much damage that he himself can't keep himself straight anymore, seemingly to pass out any given momemnt but he persevered and let out a smile to mask the condition he is currently in.
"Go on leave, I won't even make it out alive this time with all the damage I sustained and our medics unconscious and to be sure I won't be taking a no for an answer as you still all have someone important in your lives and leave this poor and decrepit me here alone, you won't leave behind your fiancee right Blake? And you Kel'Roth you promised SeL to live normally in your seaside hometown back in Orario in Dimension P-36B. As per orders from the Battalion Commander, Gerz and Melse you'll be the temporary leaders of the group and drag this idiots and knuckleheads out this hellhole immediately alongside those who are injured and wounded, I won't trust Jesof to make our decisions to either making out alive or making a new place entirely out of brimstone." As he drag the expanding remains of the <Progenitor> closer to the bright and ammassing core that assimilated thousands of suns and nebulae, as he sit upon the throne behind it." (Well looks like this is the end of me, I'm not even sure if my passive will activate again to ressurrect me again as it looks overtaxed from all the punishment that I'm receiving. Well to my wifey that went to the other world before me, hope I will see you next and be reunited again and hopefully this time have kids and live peacefully and not be seemingly be dragged again to a dreadful era of wars and death. Now I wait before those misses leave the surrounding marked area that I sent via com-link before I drag this hellhole with me to my personal dimension.)
As the dying man wait before the group of misfits leave the area entirely, he fiddles around his <Status> and read his accumulated karma if it is enough to re-enter the cycle that his wife currently is.
(Well hopefully that a few trillions of karma is enough to join the cycle my wife is currently in, hope that the administrators be much more lenient as I have done them a great deal this time) as the man turn bleak as the remains close to him near critical and the core behind grew more unstable without the anchor that the remains took with it (Well looks like they made it afterall with minimal effort as we originally bore through the walls in a straight line as this bastard made his entire dwelling a maze full of contraptions and unnecessary traps and misunderstandings. Well I say goodbye to everyone to my multitude of friends in my com-link and hopefully they forgive me for not completing the promises thaf I left them with.)
Seconds later a whole new rift popped into existence, devouring the source of all dread and death greedily and as all the denizens that fought in the war watch as the creatures they fought turn to ash and dust. They knew that the group of heroes did their jobs successfully but sure knows they did it with an appropriate price.
They lost what hold them together, what barred the creatures entrance from the <Gate> the true hero of the era, a man who lost what hold "him" together as she truly was the saint that a hero needs but untimely perished from the hands of the dreaded creatures. Thus the administrators saw his actions worthy of praise and finally gaved in to his demands, to reunite with her.
From unimaginable and impossible odds did the man succeed. This is the story of the man seeking to reunite and union together with her seemingly in an entirely new and cliché fashion.
The story after the aftermath of his actions.
The True Hero of the Last Cycle Era.
Rene Bladelight.
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