Chapitre 164: Operation Snowbreaker(3)
In the caverns underneath a forest on West Virginia, the Forces of the Hell Dimension were currently modifying the Atlan, also known as the Sentinel Mech, which they were able to quietly bring back into the caverns after discovering the mech on Mars a week ago and luckily avoiding contact with SCP-179.
"Attach the argent battery to one of the shoulder cannon lasers." The Marauder instructed an Immoran trooper in possession of an argent battery.
The trooper nodded and resumed his duties. As Marauder redirects his gaze to the rest of the Troopers at work, Archvile is seen approaching behind him.
"What sort of modifications do you intend to install?" He asked.
"The type that can make it move a bit faster, fire its cannons with more accuracy, and upgrade the thrusters on its back for not only stabilizing it during combat but also for flying," Marauder explained.
"And you'll be piloting it right?"
"Before I became a Marauder, I was a Night Sentinel, and I've piloted these mechs, so yes, I'll pilot it."
As they continued to converse, the two stopped themselves and found Imp, who had been specifically instructed to move one of the argent batteries to the mech, was asleep on top of a boulder on his back.
"😴 zzzzzz. Rip and tear. zzzzzzz. Revenant's an idiot. zzzzzzzzz."
"..."
"..."
Angrily walking towards him, Marauder leaned closer to his face, and-
"WAKE THE FUCK UP, IMP!"
Opening his eyes widely, Imp gets startled by this and immediately falls off the rock, landing face first on the ground.
"Ow."
"Stop slacking off on the job!" Marauder shouted at his face.
Imp jumped off from the ground and explained, "I was just taking a break."
"Your breaks consist of nothing but sleeping and more sleeping over that!"
"Yep." Imp admitted.
"You're not denying it?"
He shook his head, "Nope."
"Good grief, "murmured Marauder, facepalming himself.
"Hey, Marauder?"
Not taking him a break, a familiar yet irritating voice shouted out to him as it came closer by the second. Marauder let out an annoyed sigh as he noticed Revenant approaching him.
"What is it?"
"Hey, remember that baalgar statue I found in the hell dimension before Davoth's demise and I took it because it looked like a piece of art."
"What about it?"
"Archvile was able to bring it in on one of the Hunter-class ships during the invasion, and me and the Immorans were able to reanimate it with argent energy, bring it back to life, and attach cybernetics to it, and it will be our most glorious ally in our goals to free the Scarlet King!" he triumphantly stated.
"Are you sure?" Marauder asked, his eyes wrinkled as he furrowed his brow, "Because half of your glorious things ended up killing us or getting us into another life and death situation just like back in Remnant."
"Hahaha! Foolish Marauder! You're underestimating my intelligence this time! Why don't I just show it to you. Follow me!" grinned Revenant before spinning around and running, followed by the Marauder as the two proceeded onto one of the Hunter-class hell ships.
Once Revenant and Marauder boarded the ship, the two reached a room where they saw many hologram displays all around, being used by Immorans, as well as a 20-foot pod in the center of the area, which was connected to multiple pipes all around it.
Glancing across at one of the Troopers, Revenant gave the order.
"Wake him up."
One of the troopers nodded and pressed a button on the hologram monitor, which opened the pod and out of it came the Beast that Revenant had reanimated. It stood at least 20 feet tall, possessed four eyes, and a cybernetic arm cannon. From its size, it's significantly taller than a Tyrant.
"Grrrrrrrr…" It let out a deep animalistic growl.
"Is that who I think it is?" Marauder asked the skeletal demon, widening his eyes in shock, "Are those the same ones that the Slayer took one of these things out at the UAC base on Mars in the Lazarus labs?"
Revenant, although didn't respond to him, his eyes seemed to go crazy as he grinned so evil that it even shivered the Troopers around them.
"YES! IT'S ALIIIIIVE! MWUHAHAHAHAHA!" he continuously laughed like a mad scientist as thunder sounds erupted behind him.
Marauder & Troopers: ._.
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Inside a containment chamber in Site-19, the argent crystal was maintained on a square pedestal within a glass box, with four cameras keeping an eye on it from the ceiling in each corner. It was silent until suddenly, a swarm of black pixel cubes with orange type lines on them. Each was the size of a well, sugar cubes burst out of the vents like a swarm of insects, some of which latched themselves to the cameras and disabled them.
The majority of the pixel cubes then merged together and took up the shape of a male humanoid, the humanoid took the argent crystal out of the box and broke into multiple pixel cubes, the cubes cover the crystal entirely in a cloud made of pixel cubes before fleeing into the vents with the argent crystal along with the others...
Quite bizarre.
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A military humvee bearing the Chaos Insurgency's logo was parked on the side of the road a few kilometers away from Site-19. Inside of it were two CI soldiers and Colonel Tartarus himself.
"Sir, do you think your… Stand, which you got from that Stand arrow that our Transhuman Task Force got from Ukraine, will you be able to get the crystal?" One of the CI Soldiers asked the Colonel.
"Are you doubting my Stand's capabilities?" Tartarus questioned the soldier with a cold look.
"...No sir." The soldier slightly stuttered, his gaze drawn away from his golden eyes that seemed to want to tear him apart.
He snorted, "Then be patient."
Looking back at the site, Tartarus finally spotted his Stand approaching him in its pixelated cube mist form, before transforming back into its original humanoid shape form while holding the argent crystal. It had matte black skin, wore a black suit with an orange tie, and instead of a normal face, it had an orange power off symbol similar to what you'd find on a TV remote, but with a few minor changes in pattern.
This was his Stand.
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Once it finished transforming, his Stand handed him the crystal and vanished.
"Finally, some good progress for one," Tarturus said with a satisfied smile before looking at the CI soldier on the driver's seat and saying, "Drive us out of here."
"Yes sir."
Then they drive down the road with the argent crystal in their hands.
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In an abandoned subway tunnel underneath New York City was the ultimate being, Kars. Currently he was wearing a top cap to conceal his horns, a white t-shirt, blue jeans and gray sneakers that fit him.
Now you might be wondering what he's doing here in an abandoned subway tunnel. Well, he's been trying to find Joseph Joestar ever since his arrival, so he first went to New york to start his search, but after one week, he came up empty but learned more about the changes that have happened ever since he was thrown out of earth and he's been living in the tunnels to keep him out of view of suspicious eyes since he was hunted down by these two groups known as the Chaos Insurgency and the Global Occult Coalition when he first arrived here and unfortunately met an untimely death at his hands.
While he is unkillable and all, he does not willing to bring attention to himself by other humans just yet.
Knowing he has been searching for the past week, Kars ended up sighing, "One week and my search in this city came up empty. Maybe Joseph passed away judging by how many years have passed on this earth and yet… Why do I get a feeling that I'm not where I'm supposed to be? As if this world is not ours?"
It was a feeling that Kars has been having for quite some time, ever since he got out of his frozen prison and arrived here. Is this world the same or a different one? He still did not know.
"I can still walk in both sunlight and darkness." He sighed again, "But then again, I can't draw more attention to myself from these unknown groups since I'm still trying to find Joseph and whether this world is what I think it is or not."
As he proceeded to travel across the subway tunnel, he then came across a cat that approached him and sat next to him. Squatting down, Kars petted the cat's head since he likes animals and nature itself in general.
"At least in this human-filled city, there are still adorable creatures like you roaming around." Kars smiled, looking at the cat lovingly and almost mewled, just nearly breaking his character by accident.
"meow :3"
"Still…" He broke his smile and returned to his cold demeanor, bringing out the GOC and CI badges from his pocket to inspect it.
'Who are these factions? I've never seen them before or heard of them. It's just raising my doubts about this world,' he thought.
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SCP-682, otherwise known as the Hard-to-Destroy Reptile, was in his containment chamber, still trapped in his hydrochloric acid pool, with various chains and restraints attached to him. He was still sleeping when someone started speaking telepathically within his mind.
[My son. It has been quite some time since we spoke like this.]
Slowly opening his eyes, 682 awoke from his slumber and murmured, "Why didn't you allow me last time to escape last time when the site was in chaos by some bizarre people?" he ask his father mentally.
[It's because the time hasn't come yet.] His father, the Scarlet King, responded, [I need you to escape along with Abby and 999 when the TIME is right, then find Cory's body and with the help of the Hell dimension forces, I will be finally free so that I may bring chaos to all worlds once more.]
"And when will that time come?"
[My son, there is a thing called War, in which two opposing sides fought against one another for absolute control over something. And when there's war, there is opportunity. I need you to use that conflict to your advantage to escape and then you'll know what to do.]
"Alright." 682 nodded slightly, "But I don't think the Scp foundation to go to war against anyone anytime soon."
The Scarlet King chuckled, [My son, conflict can arise from anyplace, even if they are from another world as well. You will not able o escape unless a certain war or conflict occurs.]
"Understood, father."
[Good… and also, rip and tear the son of a bitch who responsibly halted my invasion plans with the hell dimension when you find him or her... mercilessly.] he whispered the final part in an enraged tone, so enraged that could end all life by his voice alone.
682, on the other hand, does not appear to be fazed by such overwhelming power behind that voice, as he only simply acknowledged his father's remarks before their telepathic link ended.
"Oh, I will."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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