- The Most Wanted Outlaw On The Planet!Codename: The Beast
Birth Name Unknown
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The room was dark, not a single working light, the only illumination in the form of the eerie blue glow emitted by the sole intact tank set in a long line against the wall. All of the others were smashed, of deactivated, save for the single active revitalization tank, a machine that induced a medical coma while the liquid within slowly repaired tissue, healing the injuries of whomever was placed inside, while preserving them perfectly. The tanks resembled a series of long glass cylinders, large enough to fit two average sized human beings at least. There were countless wires running from the base and cap of the tanks, lending to it's complexity, and each was marked with a three digit in large font across the front, the sole remaining tank reading '666'.
The entire room was a series of toppled debris and furniture, dusty and unkempt, likely in this state for a great many years. but if one searched the room they would find no particular point of interest beyond the remaining tank, or more specifically, it's occupant. The figure inside was masked by the eerie glow, their features imperceivable, the only thing you could gather from gazing upon it was that there was most definitely something inside.
The occupant's mind frozen, as images flashed through their eyes, memories, the final moments of their conscious existence playing endlessly in their head, over, and over again. The night sky was black, dotted with few stars, and an iridescent full moon, beaming down across the landscape. Lightning cracked, as the rain pounded around them, wind high and strong, as an indistinguishable figure stood atop a high building, many stories up, and surrounded by countless others.
The figure was cloaked in shadows, it's only recognizable characteristic, the billowing scarf, several times the length of it's body, wrapped around it, whipping wildly through the air in the strong, stormy winds. "Hmhmhm!....."Maaaaahahahahahhhh!!!" The figure laughed diabolically, it's voice echoing throughout the scene, and piercing over the sound of heavy rain fall, as the surrounding figures readied their weapons.
The surrounding figures were countless in number, and great in variation, ranging from towering mechs, to foot soldiers, and armoured vehicles, all with their ordinance pointed straight toward the mysterious figure. As lightning cracked, and lit up the sky the figure burst forward, leaping from it's perch and sailing toward a large airborne mech with an assault rifle larger than it's target. Everything went into motion as endless weapons unleashed fire, sending thousands of bullets, and missiles in a barrage in a barrage toward the figure. Twisting in the air, and rolling forward it swerved through the stream of fire, and with violent precision it pulled it's arm back, and blasted a haymaker into the nearest mech's chest, and blasted out the other side, sending chunks of steel armour and torn wires in all directions.
As the figure started to descend, bullets still flying, it turned in the air spread it's fingers, a ball of black of energy, encased in red bolts formed over his palm. The ball of energy was promptly hurled at another airbourne crashing dead centre on target, and obliterating it with a deafening explosion, it's remnants, scarred and battered were tossed across the ground, and scatted innumerably.
As the figure continued it's descent a third mech on the ground decided to fly up and meet him, it's jets activated as it moved upwards, massive mechanical sword pulled back and primed to strike. Before the blade could connect the figure's falling foot was planted square in the mech's face, smashing apart the outer casing, and propelling it back down toward's the ground. The figure, along with the mechanical warrior he rode to the ground on crashed into the earth violently, blowing back and subduing a squad of infantry units, smashing them into nearby walls, and some of the more unfortunate men went through the walls.
As the mysterious figure turned to face his adversaries, a slow and daunting movement, tossing his scarf to the side, and letting it flutter in the wind, as an army stood before him, his efforts thus far had not even destroyed a fraction of their forces, as hundreds more warriors stared him. At their head was another figure, his features disguised as well. He stood afloat in the sky, blue flames emitting from the soles of his boots, as hand was raised to his face, adjusting something or other. He bore a long coat that seemed to flutter in the same manner as the other figure, and his eyes glinted, as if reflecting light. The two figures glared at each other from across the battlefield, the grounded of the two slowly raising his right arm, and summoning another ball of red-black energy, holding it aloft.
With a sinister smirk, the floating figure extended his arm, and pointed with command toward the other, and at his gesture the entire brigade opened fire. Countless rockets, an infinite string of bullets, and explosive bursts of energy soared towards the lone warrior, who in return hurled his single attack, sailing into the mass of projectiles, and creating a truly colossal explosion. A bright flash, bright than the sun..... It was over, and the memory replayed itself once again, in the mind of the occupant, of Tank 666.
~~~~~~~~~~ 2:34PM, December 3rd, 2163: The Battlefield ~~~~~~~~~~
The Battlefield, that's what they called it, a notorious site where a great many legendary battles have taken place, more blood as been spilled across this site than anywhere else in the world, or at least that's what they say. Formerly a great metropolis city on the shore, that has now been reduced to crumbling shambles, skyscrapers caving into themselves, impressive rail systems falling apart, and streets littered with debris, it was a wonder anything was still standing after some of the battles fought here. The stretch of concrete and rubble was as large as any city, and was soon to be flooded with warriors from every corner of the Earth. It wouldn't take much longer, they would arrive slowly at first, one or two scouring the zone, then sooner or later the floods would hit.
Why would so many people swarm to this site? Recently another great battle occurred here, the battle that was dubbed 'Operation Slayer' the supposed end of the legendary warrior, The Beast. With a bounty of 1,000,000,000P for his live capture, and the strong belief that he lived, hiding away, weakened, was a powerful draw for anybody with a gun. They would all come here, hoping to find something, a hint as to where he had went, where he had disappeared to, track him down, and collect. The ultimate hunt was on.
