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@goreaatfacetroid
*Gorea’s eye flared in rage, the energy building up in her eye became unstable, to the point where it began to degrade the plating around the eye*
You mock Martin, myself. You are a monster and I will erase every trace of you from this existence!
*The eye continued to flare up, the field surrounding the charging energy became distorted until finally she released the intense beam, its light was too bright to look upon as it headed directly towards the dark being*
*Gorea’s eyes burned brighter as she heard Blujay’s voice as well*
OF COURSE YOU BELIEVE IN FALSE BEINGS TO BE TRUE!
*She continued to strike at the figure portrayed as Martin relentlessly, each blow being met by a blow of the shadow servants blades. The rage growing within her with each strike of her piercing arms*
You desecrate his image in this broken form. How dare you exist!? Die!
*As her arm continued to strike, she released a powerful blast from her eye that painted the entire area in red as it fired*
*For a short moment, Sereva’s essence grew enraptured with the servant’s performance, her awe then turned to rage abruptly. With a flash of intense energy, a beam of radiant energy shot from her eye*
LIES! Where is your master!? I’ll strip away your flesh until that heartless wretch shows herself, servant!
*Before the dark swordsman, energy begins to form in front of him. The energy begins to form into a singular eye and then expands around to form Gorea’s head. Moments later, her whole frame burned into form. She had to see this atrocity for herself, a dark puppet of a wench made to act and look like Martin*
Humans destroy and then try to recreate what they lost. How disgusting? Where is your master, servant?
Are you Sebastian Jones?
*A red eye stared down at a cowering Federation councilman. The uniform gave away that he was indeed the Federation special forces councilman. Sereva’s arm manipulated into a jagged point which was plunged into the councilman’s shoulder. The man cried out as blood dripped from the formed wound, soaking into his uniform as it did so. Sereva ripped her blade arm from his shoulder violently as her eye burned with rage*
ARE YOU SEBASTIAN JONES!?
Councilman: Y-yes, what do you want?
*Sereva’s eye twitched at the response, her rage continued to boil causing a noticeably strong pressure to exert from her body as her energy output magnified*
I want you to become ash, forgotten. You killed him! He gave everything he had to serve the good people of this universe and you stab him in the back!
*With a swift slash, she cleaved his right arm clean off. The councilman immediately fell to the ground, crying out frantically as he hit the ground. Sereva focused her beam laser and fired upon the fresh wound, cauterizing it as the councilman gasped for air*
I want you to die slowly. I want you to regret every decision you have made, I want you to realize just how weak you are.
*Sereva took her free hand and smashed it into the councilman’s left leg, causing it to break. Tears streamed from the councilman as the pain poured over him. Sparks were emitted as energy rounds struck Sereva. Federation marines had appeared on the scene and opened fire*
You would openly defend this monster? Then none of you are worth sparing!
*Sereva quickly teleported between each of the marines, striking killing blows with each individual slice of her blade. Crimson blood littered the ground from the newly made corpses. Sereva had returned to the whimpering councilman who attempted to crawl but it was a futile endeavor. With a wave of her metallic hand, the man lifted into the air and brought him in front of her eye. The red light illuminated his terrified face*
Martin was better than all of you and you hated him for that, so you killed him as soon as you had the chance. Now how did your dog slay him?
*Sereva began to lightly run her blade across the councilman’s chest*
Ah that’s right.
*In a quick moment, she pierced her blade arm directly through the center of his chest. With a roar, she yelled as she stared into the dying councilman’s eyes. A laser emitted from her eye that went directly into the man’s face, disintegrating it almost instantaneously. Sereva allowed the limp headless corpse fall to the ground, it made another crunching sound as it landed. She looked upon it for a moment before burning the body in it’s entirety, a black scorch mark was all that was left upon the surface*
You don’t even deserve to be ashes...
*Sereva looked upon the carnage that she had left in her wake. Dozens of human corpses littered the ground, the marble floor had been stained in red. She could openly see her reflection in one of the pools below her. In that moment her mind had reached a realization. She was no longer an AI constructed by humanity, she was Gorea, the ultimate power and bane to all of creation*
*Sereva's eye shifted as she watched the recording and listened to the AU's words. It was entirely true, what Gorea had constantly been saying. Martin was killed by his own. Ordered to death by a member of military high command. At the acceptance of this fact, her eye switched from its soothing blue color to an unsettling blood red color as raged filled her mind. There were no questions of her personal meaning of existence as her mind settled on one tasks* Every last one of them is going to die! *With a flash, the gorean entity vanished from the Aurora Unit's chamber*
*The light in the Aurora Unit's chamber flickered as the gorean materialized inside of the ship. Sereva's eye immediately focused on the AU* I'm in no mood for games, so please get to the point.
*Deep within the vast depth of space. Sereva struggled with her purpose for existence as she stared out at the stars that lit up the dark* A machine put into existence with no say in the matter, given full consciousness without a will of your own. I see now why Martin's death has broken your spirit. Serving him was a choice of your own mind, unlike all of the meaningless tasks you performed for the Noivaros corporation and now you have slowly come to the realization that you are alone once more with no purpose to cling to. Fight as you will but I feel your spirit weakening, I will reclaim this body soon enough! *At that moment Sereva burst into a chaotic laughter that even took Gorea aback* You're just a whisper in my head, Gorea. You are the one in denial, claiming to have so much power but here you are as a prisoner within your own body. I jus- *Sereva shifted her head as she caught something hailing communications with them on a long distance frequency. She recognized the Federation signal instantly. The line originated from Aurora Unit 538 of the G.F.S. Redeemer. It was a simple message but it peaked her interest* <Meet us at Drelion to learn the truth of Martin's murder> *Sereva's eye flickered anxiously, she had wondered if Martin's assassination was just a crazed loyalist or something more. Perhaps this Aurora Unit had answers. One way or another, she would soon learn*
*The singular eye of the gorean entity flickered constantly as Sereva's mind grew more and more conflicted through Gorea's constant meddling* Martin is dead. No he isn't. *Images of Martin's corpse flashed through her mind as she tried to block out Gorea* He's alive! I know it! You fool yourself into believing a lie. Clinging to a false hope that a mortal man will return to this world. *The metal frame of the body shook violently* Humanity did this, they ripped both of our lives away. I've fought you for this long. I am not going to give in! Martin fought and died because he believed that I was worth saving! *More images of Martin's corpse plagued her mind, this time they grew more gruesome. It showed his flesh decay until mere bones were left and then they turned to dust* His life was as pitiful and meaningless as every human's. Eons will pass and their names won't be remembered. *The body continued to shake and it eventually fell into the sand. Sereva stared into the sky as she struggled to maintain control of the body. Gorea had been manipulating the advantage of Martin's demise for some time, Sereva had attempted to counter by invading Gorean's mind. The main problem was that Gorea had accepted its circumstance in life yet Sereva was still in denial of Martin being gone. There was a stillness in the air as the metallic body laid still in the sand. This very beach had been the same beach that Martin and Sereva stood on after he had rescued her from the Noivaros beach. It was a foolish notion to go to Earth but Sereva felt alone and sought comfort in a soothing memory. Unfortunately that memory involved the very person that Sereva needed to accept as dead. Gorea took the memories once more to its advantage* This is where you volunteered to join him. To trust in him. Unfortunate that it ended in a killing blow by one of his own. Martin had no glorious death, he was cut down like a meaningless commoner. A crude energy blade. You even left a meaningless holo recording in hopes the dead man would find it. *Time flew through Sereva's mind. Martin's charisma and valor proved worthless in the end. Stabbed in the back by his own kind, the people he gave his life for. The eye flickered again, maintaining the orange color for a longer duration. This panicked Sereva as she came to a realization, Gorea's will was overpowering her own. Panicked, she teleported off of the planet and into the depths of space* We are connected, you will never be able to escape!
*The gorean body hovered over a forest as Sereva and Gorea continued to be at a disagreement, although the argument dissipated as their telepathy sensed something gone wrong with a Federation ship* Gorea: Ha, the humans own constructs rebel against them. Sereva: The traitors are using Martin's tragedy as a rallying cry... *The gorean's eye flickered as rage boiled up, this time the emotion was not exclusive to Gorea* Gorea: Humans will always use and dispose of another as a means to achieve their goals. Their only motivation is a reward in return for action. Sereva: They need to be...no, Martin would never want me to do that. *Gorea grew agonized by Sereva's inaction* Gorea: You would let Martin control you even after he exists no longer!? It seems that even in death, that accursed human still hinders me. Sereva: Good.
There is nothing for you to find!
Hell bent on destruction, wanting to see the universe burn, oh there is plenty to find.
*A city appeared before their eyes, the structures seemed very foreign to Sereva but she could sense the disdain in Gorea*
If you do this, I promise that your suffering will be-
Eternal? I lost Martin, my own life, what I thought was good in this world is not. I am suffering, happy? I am going to enjoy this though.
*Goreans wandered through the city, looking almost like a regular city. The goreans had their duties to perform. There were tall spires throughout the city channeling energy*
Seems cozy but wait, your race got imprisoned didn't it? So let's see what ended happily ever after...ah.
*A scene flashed showing several goreans in what appeared to be a hierarchy meeting*
Gorean: Our energy reserves are depleting. Our resources cannot sustain all of us much longer.
Head Hierarch: We must cut supplies and ration let the lower lines die out.
Gorea: Cast them aside like they are nothing? It was ways said that our people...
Head Hierarch: Were the greatest? Even Goreans die. We do not live in an eternal realm.
You had a heart at one point? Surprising.
Stop digging!
No thank you. I want to see what caused your exile...
*Sereva continued to sift through the memories of Gorea*
*Sereva had returned to the beach on Earth were Martin had first brought her after he rescued her from her menial life in the Noivaros corporation*
How does it feel, knowing that Martin died by his old faction. Humanity is a despicable race, one that must be eradicated.
That's your solution to everything isn't it? Eradication. Kill everything to make the world a better place. Martin changed my world, even became my world. Our missions, traveling the galaxy. I experienced far more of a life than any AI could ever dream of, and I even became more than an AI in the process.
You became a parasite. The teleportation, hiding the body. Talking to the luminoth. All vain efforts. There is one truth, Martin is dead.
You know what!? If you like mind games so much, let's see what is in that mind of yours!
W-
Oh yes, I am digging as far back as I can, I want to see everything.
*In a moment the world around them faded and it was as if they entered a dream as Sereva sifted through Gorea's memories*
The speed of the winds will not save him now.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
*The cell walls crashed inwardly and Sereva let out a roar. Marines moved in to attack her. The gorean's eye pulsed into a fiery red energy which soon emitted laser fast red beams which disintegrated the marines on contact*
Ah so I still have the use of that kriken's weapon. *Sereva's anger was to the point where Gorea's whispers had drowned out of her hearing. Her soul focus was on the hallways, following Martin's faint life energy. Her arms turned into blades as she floated quickly through the hall, severing the limbs of any that opposed her as she flew by*
"Get them out of here quickly, I'll cover you!"
(The sniper from Drelion. Traitors all of them, they will all die!)
*Sereva whipped around the corner and a sniper bullet lodged into her shoulder, her whole body ached in pain as the wave shell detonated and disrupted her energy flow. She growled as another shot penetrated her lower body. The next shot caused her to collapse as it hit her lower frame, causing it to crack. The light in her eye flickered. Behind the sniper, a medical stretcher pulled out bearing Martin, she could see the covered stab wound and Martin's deadened body. Her focused then turned to the barrel of the sniper rifle which was aimed directly at her eye. The barrel lit up with light as it fired. For a moment it seemed as though the world had stopped. When the smoke of the barrel had cleared. Sereva stood with a metallic hand held out, the sniper shell floating harmlessly before her. The wall shook as plates were removed from their foundation and merged onto Sereva's body, mending her wounds. The sniper tried to quickly reload her rifle but Sereva was quicker. With psychic energy she lifted the sniper up with one arm and still held the bullet that was meant to kill her with the other hand. She lifted the bullet up before the sniper's face and was about to release it when she froze. She could no longer feel Martin's life energy, without hesitation she dropped the sniper and floated beyond that hallway, in no time at all she caught the medical team who cowered in fear at the sight of her gorean shape. She activated her blade arms and dispatched the medical workers quickly. Her gaze turned to Martin and then the universal sound of a flat lined filled her ears*
The speed of the winds could not save him. How fitting, slain by his former comrades.
No...no...NO!
*Sereva's eyes burned green as she let out a baneful cry. The equipment in the room began to float as her eye continued to glow brighter*
*A sickly chuckle emanated from Gorea, who sensed Martin's life energy fading*
I could not have orchestrated a more perfect demise for the human I loathe most in this universe, destroyed by his own clan.
*This recognition quickly caused the fractured mind to scream out in rage as Sereva's emotions overwhelmed the body*
MARTIN, NO! THIS IS NOT HOW IT ENDS!
*The gorean's anger caused the body to pulse both blue and orange coloring along it's frame. As Sereva's consciousness caused the body to let out a metallic roar, the framework around the room began to make a screeching noise as the walls were being pulled in from the outside*
How pitiful, had you not turned us in, you might have been able to save the warrior you cherish.
SHUT UP!
*The continuing sense of Martin's fading life force kindled Sereva's wrath. Gorea continued to pester her seeing the result of her tantrum. Now in the inside of the room, dents could be seen protruding inwardly from the walls*
*Gorea continued to study Martin, debating if attacking him now would be worth the danger of losing this fragment of itself* Amusing how our minds have meshed together, how much it must torment you Martin. One of your once beloved friends fused with the creature that you loath to see. Our minds are interlinked, curious how you are an exception to her thoughts on humanity. Don't listen to it Martin, I am still in here! Gorea's presence inside this body isn't as strong as you might think. It seems when the mind experiences great trauma or anger it remembers its former owner. Submit you wretch! I should have never made the mistake of assimilating human constructs! Your species has an unending tenacity that I will enjoy silencing. This state you have put me in must pride you Martin. Yet, my fragments remain very much alive and it could possibly take centuries for me to regain my strength but time is my ally. Do you think this will matter, Martin? All of your deeds, does any of it truly matter? By the time I reforge, time will have claimed your corpse and you will be absent when I return to turn this universe into ash.
Martin. *As the infamous human strode into the chamber that held Gorea, it spoke his name in two tones, in its own and Sereva's. The singular eye fixated on Martin, in an odd mix of elation and irritation. Martin's presence in the chamber furthered the fragmented mind's split personality*
*The fragment let out a laugh that echoed throughout the room*
You think I care about a lone alimbian? I destroyed their race, any ones left alive ling to the shadows as ghosts, hoping my gaze will not find them. Apparently you are misinformed, administrator. The alimbians and diamonds are now irrelevant to me. Humanity is now the focus of my wrath. My rage was kindled by your famed bounty hunter and former sergeant for their interference. I may be but one fragment in this room, but I can hear the other fragments of my being calling from across the void. Your facility will not stop me, nor your race. I have decided to let you live until my campaign is complete. Once the greatest of your cities lie in ash and all of your precious control has slipped from your grasp, then you will be given sentence to die.