NationStates Jolt Archive

Xanatrix Zadare approaches the podium with his sword upon his back: the symbol of his power, upon him at all times. He adjusts the microphone upon his collar, and stares out to the masses, ready to announce his new national defence plan.

"Citizens of Yaruki-Shigo, I have come to announce my new weapon against invaders, terrorists, and enemies. I am proposing we re-open the Gear Project, since out scientists have found a way to give them free will AND a conscience."

A cheer of magnitudes unknown went through the crowd, though it was apparent he was not finished.

"For the next announcement, Sol shall tell you all about it." Xanatrix then steps away from the podium, as Sol Badguy, leader of the Armies of his Holiness, approaches.

"The Outrage, which I designed so many years ago to fight Gears, had now been turned into one weapon. My FuuEnKen holds the power of Outrage. But the other 7 weapons also now have Outrage! We have all 8 weapons, and our eight best fighters have them. WE SHALL CONQUER ALL WHO DARE ATTACK US!" Sol then raises his FuuEnKen to the sky, flames bursting through, as Xanatrix once again takes the podium.

But as Xanatrix approches, one man steps forth with a weapon in his hands: A standard issue M-16 of another country. "Die, Unholy Bastard! Die!" And pulls the trigger as he is shot in the legs. Luckily, Xanatrix had drawn his sword by then, and deflected the bullets. He then jumped from the podium, and sliced the man's throat.

"That will be all for today!" Sol announces, and they all rush away.

*Reinhard watches,his oculars scanning over the vast numbers of people. He stands at alert with the top scientists behind Xanatrix. A subtile smirk casts his visage as Sol reveals the Outrage plan. Peering out over his legless,crimson panned sunglasses,Reinhard spots the would-be terrorist,charging,his form gracefully sliding beneath Xanatrix's blade. Placing his left palm flast agains the man's torso,an onslaught of Iucon energies purges outward. Particles of energos consume the man in his etirity,constricting his muscles inward upon his skeletal struture,causign ivory splinters to launch outward through his epidermal layers. Vermeil streams flow freely onto the concrete surface of the arena. Reinhard rises,the terrorist's form indotherming into mere bloodied glowing embers. Fuhrer quickly rushes from the arena,close behind Xanatrix,as they all are covered in a large limo,SS and Gear bodygaurds ontop of them for protection.*

As Xanatrix flops down into the limo, Sol right beside him, he laughs out loud. He looks upon Reinhard, and again laughs.

"You know, with the Energos attack you just performed being seen over the entire world, you and I may have to step things up a notch." Xanatrix was hearty and excited.

"We may just have to show everyone what we can do." A small orb starts forming above Xanatrix's palm, growing into a 7-inch diameter orb of pure ebon. Flames of gold spring up from it, and he flexes it between his fingers. "Little do they know what Spirituality does for certain people." Xanatrix throws his head back and cackles with insane glee.

*Reinhard cackles softly,watchign the ebonic orb.*
"I suppose we might.. And we might change our political standings from dictatorship,to a theocracy!" His head curls back,a low resonating chuckle exuming from deep within the bowels of his vocal range. He rolls off,landing on the floor of the limo,his right appendage daunt outward as deep green hued vigour flows from his pores. The Zerstor vigour quickly forms a bianry helix,causing on orb of light achromantic flesh to form. Noxious quils extend from the nether region of the 3 inch orb,a firey orange slime dripping from each. Upon is bow,a vertical slit forms,opening and revealing a pure onyx ocular,"Yes.. I suppose the world might be ready for us..."

Xanatrix looks upon Reinhard. "You know, this entire thing seems too likely to cause world-wide panic. Exactly what we want." As his own frame starts to bulge and grow.

A shimmering blanket of cerulean hues covers his body, his hair changing from black to pure white, his eyes going from their mild veridian color to the deep burnished gold. The sword upon his back begins to emit an eerie light, and the sphere upon his palm bursts into one million pieces of shattered starlight.

"Indeed, we shall cause world-wide panic. Nothing shall stop us now, Reinhard Tristan Eugen Heydrich. We could rule the world..."

*Reinhard chuckles softly,watching his friends changing*
"I don't think I should transfigure to my true Creepyr form in here... That would be quite awful.. Not to mention it would ruin your limo."
He chuckles softly,tickling the small glowing createn hovering above his palm..,"But yes...we could.."