Nice -- but not the basis of the character. They are somewhat parodies of Serges, Agile, and Violen from Mega Man X2. And apparently it's supposed to rain tomorrow, which may delay my plans -- so I'm putting it off until Friday. . . . Okay.
Might be a long chapter.
The four approached several upright tubes with creatures in fetal positions floating, suspended in some kind of translucent green liquid. There were about eight tubes. Each creature specifically designed to take out a particular RAFian. On the side of the tube that faced the walking path, there was a display screen that contained information pertaining to the creatures vitals, purpose, function, and even name . . . the Pelorian Technovore, the
Heliosian Cruxpalm, the
Mimasian Muklok, the
Eurymedonian Dragosaurus, the
Enceladian Andalbeest, an
Ouranosian Vortexsapien, a
Clytian Berserker, and a Chiropteran Skunk.
"They've reach full growth," Rotiart said, voice a little tinny, "excellent. But just eight? EIGHT? Seriously? You thought eight would be sufficient enough to destroy RAF?"
"But sir --" Magnus said in a vain attempt to placate his master.
"SILENCE." Rotiart snarled. "If I wanted excuses, I'd have asked a politician! Computer, are there any SPARTANs alone?"
A cool female voice replied, "RAFian designate Parker is approximately five miles away from the forum. He is the only one bearing the Mark signal."
"Excellent," Rotiart said, smirking. "Release the SPARTAN-Bane!"
"But, sir, the adjustments haven't yet been completed! It cannot adjust to --"
"DO NOT QUESTION ME!! DO IT!!"
And Slicer, however reluctantly, obeyed Rotiart's whims. All three servile biotechnological beings looked on as the Technovore awoke and was launched from it's tube to the direction where Parker was.
***
Parker, Helen and their children had come to this nice, little scenic area for a family picnic. Parker's eldest boy was seventeen, the middle son was twelve, and the youngest son was seven, eight. Their Green Lantern daughter was nineteen. They were going their to enjoy themselves, while Helen was chiding her husband and sons, good-humoredly, about wearing their armor to a picnic.
"You and Venus are wearing your rings," Parker reminded her playfully.
"You want me to take off my wedding ring?" Helen quipped coyly.
Parker, who had his helmet retracted (another update that he obtained over the years), kissed her in response.
"Oh, gross! How could you do that in public?" their youngest SPARTAN said. But he was seven -- the stage where girls are considered "icky" -- so they let that slide.
"Eh, you'll want to kiss girls too someday, you know, Troy." Venus, the Green Lantern, said.
"Ew! Never!" he declared.
The elder two, Pierce and Tommy, remained silent and stoic. The family set down the picnic blanket -- a red plaid monstrocity that Helen absolutely adores for some reason. And she places the picnic basket down upon it.
"If a bear tries to steal this basket, it'll be --" and Troy mimicked Mega Man's Mega Buster.
"I don't think that Bear would like that, at all," Parker mused reminescently. Bear, being a Kodiak bear, was full grown at twenty-five years ago, was getting on in years, and became the
only known boar Kodiak bear to live to thirty. . . .
"Who's Bear?" Troy said, tacklessly as only a child can be.
"A friend, from a long time ago." Helen said.
"Hey, Dad, what's that?" Pierce said, staring intently at the sky. Parker looked up, too, and saw with a shock, that it appeared to be like a
Valeek, but more wraith-like in form.
"No idea, Pierce," Parker said, instantly taking command of the situation -- signaled by having his helmet cover his face again. "Venus take your little brothers to safety."
"Daddy, I wanna fight!"
"NO, Troy."
"Dad, we're not helpless!"
"I SAID NO, TOMMY." Parker roared. "Venus, NOW! Take them back to RAF. Have someone there look after them. AniDragon should be in. Then come back and help us."
"Daaaaaddy!"
"TROY, I SAID NO!!"
Venus did as she was told, but rebellious little Troy was whining and crying the whole way. This is why they just gave him armor with no weapons or electronics in it.
"Parker, you have any idea what that thing is?" Helen asked.
"Yes," Parker said. "Trouble."
"Thank you for that, Mr. Obvious," Pierce grumbled.
"Don't talk to your father that way," Helen scolded.
Then the battle was joined, only to discover that Parker and Pierce was at a severe disadvantage. It didn't matter what they threw at it, it just absorbed it without a blink. It made no sound, no roar or anything. And when Pierce got desparate enough to try and punch it . . . it . . . it
ate the sleeve of the armor and the sleeve of the undershirt that Pierce was wearing. But his flesh wasn't touched.
Pierce's eyes widened, "It
eats technology. And inorganics."
"Which means we're royally screwed." Parker said.
"What, are Mom and me chopped liver?" Venus had returned. The two women proceeded to bludgeon the thing to death, but not before reducing the two men's armor to rags.
Eventually, the two Lantern ladies managed to slay the monsterous beast, and the four retreat back to RAF. . . .
