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@spireatfacetroid
*Spire let out a chuckle at Weavel’s usual demeanor but then steadied himself*
I owe a debt to the Dark Star, rescuing captives should be simple. Besides...
*Spire took a light jab at Weavel with his massive club arm*
Us and the chozo Hunter, it will be like old times! Having that being owe a favor is worth the personal risk.
*Spire merely leaned against the wall as Weavel went on one of his typical rants, once Weavel had finish, the diamont sighed*
Coming from the loud mouth pirate hunter that’s turned to idolatry. I could care less that you’ve changed allegiance. We are both hunters, this place suits us just as well. I tried to forget about all of you after the Gorea incident. Running into Kanden on a cargo escort this path month was more than enough fun for one day.
*Spire stood out like a sore thumb no matter where he went on the Dark Star, the space station may have been a home for outcasts and lost souls but there was no home left for the diamont due to the loss of his people. Gorea had been gone for some time with no signs of reviving in the immediate future. The warrior Martin and his allies had seen to that. Now the diamont worked small jobs from contractors within the Dark Star. One contractor was the Champion of the Dark Star herself, Spire initially worked with her due to the fact that she had a knack for acquiring information so she would give him any tips on Gorea. Now, he simply agreed to do her random odds and ends jobs from time to time. He didn’t know what to expect this time around, and as he made his way into the betting lounge, he certainly didn’t expect to see another bounty hunter along with the Champion. Spire let out an audible sigh as he saw the cybernetic pirate hunter*
Great...
*Spire stood atop a tall building that he had temporarily docked upon a skyscraper in the city of Daibon. He watched the clean up crew cover up the human corpses and remove them from the scene. He let loose a sigh of disappointment as he observed the aftermath of Gorea’s carnage*
(Martin’s AI had a strong will but it was shattered upon his death. I fear for her newly found malice, this reincarnation of Gorea could prove to be more vicious than the former. I hate to admit it but I may need some help taking her down...)
*Sand spilled through Spire's open hand as he stood on a beach i on Earth. He had found the imprint of a metallic being, presumably Gorea but Spire he had been too late. From what Spire could tell, Martin's AI was losing it. There had been no additional clues to Martin still being alive and well. Spire knew it would only be a matter of time before Gorea assumed full control of the body. Spire clenched his fist in frustration, knowing Gorea could travel vast distances through space. Yet in this shard form, Gorea was weakened giving Spire the confidence to take on the monster. Gorea might not appear directly but Spire proposed the idea of challenging the beast in a duel* (It's risky with no allies on my side, if I fell in battle it would be for good this time. If Gorea assumes control, it could siphon energy to rebuild itself so there isn't much choice...) *Spire returned to his ship and debated if going about with the plan to confront Gorea would end well*
*In the forests of Drelion, the diamont stomped through the forest. Spire used his massive club like arm to break through the various branches and foliage that blocked his way. After a seemingly endless trek through the woods, Spire had reached his destination. He stood at the foot of Martin's decommissioned ship. A gaping hole had been blasted through the hull from the inside. Spire climbed aboard and was amazed to find that the ship had been left clean from scavengers. Perhaps they didn't want to risk the jungle or were afraid that Martin's gorean friend would appear. It saddened Spire to know that the human who had unknowingly saved his life, allied with a fragment of Gorea. Varris had told Spire that his AI had taken control of that particular fragment but Spire was unconvinced. As he shifted through the ship's main command console, he noticed a blinking icon on the holo. Spire pressed the message and the recording of a blue gorean entity came into view* <Recording>: Martin, I've left this message in case you find your way back here to where the end began. What the Federation did to you has crippled my hope for this universe, giving Gorea a sufficient tap into my distress. In short, I'm losing control of the body and I fear if Gorea seizes power, it will reforge itself with the other shards and assume it's destruction. *The gorean's eye flickered to the all too familiar orange before returning to blue as she continued* <Recording>: I may lose control by the time you receive this message, and if that is the case then you need to kill me. You probably should have killed me a long time ago. I'm sorry to add more to your plate, you'd being doing me one last favor. One last thing Martin, I- *The eye flashed orange once more and the recording ended leaving a perplexed Spire in the silence. His head spun with question* (So the AI did somehow seize control of Gorea's fragmented body, Varris was right. Gorea is weakened so this would be a perfect moment to strike.) *Spire's mind turned onto the matter of Martin* (Could the human still live? There seemed to be no question of him being dead in the message, but this could have been simply the ramblings of a deteriorating AI...) *Spire continued to search Martin's abandoned ship for additional clues of the whereabouts of Gorea and possibly, Martin himself*
*An old friend of Spire's shook his head in frustration at Spire*
You are going to get yourself killed, again! Give it a rest already.
*Varris made a gesture to Spire's scarred chest plating. The rock and silicon were scarred where Gorea had struck him with lightning*
Varris: I agreed to help you get back into the world, not send you from it.
I know. Gorea killed my-
Varris: Yes and recently you also. You would be dead if Martin hadn't put you into the lava on Mondreus.
Martin's act of respect molded me back together.
Varris: Martin chased Gorea as well, look what that got him. A fatal "accident" in a Federation facility.
Yes, but news feeds before that showed Martin shattering Gorea to shards on Drelion. It is weak, if I find the shards and destroy them, it will finally be killed.
Varris: Easier said then done... Shit, you were simpler in the old days when that thing was locked up out of sight.
Yes, simpler days.
Varris: Here.
Hmm?
Varris: Coordinates to the temple on Drelion where our old nemesis got shattered. I know better than try to convince you otherwise so you can probably pick up the trail there.
Thank you, Varris.
Varris: Just, come back in one piece this time.
*Spire stood and nodded*
It's about time I went on a hunt.
*With that Spire left Varris' office and set a course for Drelion*
*Along the molten surface of Mondreus, a pool of lava began to be disturbed and lava splashed onto the rocks that bordered it. The pool began to swirl, until finally a massive arm with yellow orange silicon running along it smashed its way onto a rock. The arm then pulled the rest of the diamont's body up onto the rocky shore. Spire let out a groan as he turned himself over and stared into the ash filled sky*
*Spire finally collapsed in shock from all of the energy and pain surging through him. The Siphoner fell to the ground and laid silent for a moment. Then suddenly it's energy erupted out of the blade, many different brilliant colors flew from the blade, each like a strand of lightning*
*Spire's rage grew as the others appeared* You talk as if in certainty but you clearly can't control Gorea! Nothing can, save for this blade. I spent my entire reawakened life trying to discover the fate of my people, the monster within this blade sent them to oblivion! You will not deny my vengeance! *Spire stabbed the blade into his arm cannon, allowing the Siphoner to absorb some of his own energy. The blade began to take on a molten shape, flames growing around the blade. Spire then tore the sword out of his body, the sword's flames lit up the entire room and seemed to grow. Spire screamed in rage and slammed the blade into the ground, flames exploded from the sword in all directions. Spire's rock body was unaffected from the heat as the fire began to consume the room. Galaxia struck Spire's shoulder at the time, becoming lodged in his shoulder. The pain kindled Spire's rage but he kept a firm grip on the Siphoner, ignoring Galaxia and its electric shock*
*Spire's anger caused the Siphoner to fluctuate* You think I will let you free the beast that slaughtered my people!? You are a bigger fool than I thought, Martin! *Spire pointed the Siphoner straight at the Martin and the hallway that the others stood in. The sword manipulated into its gun form and a massive orange beam erupted from the blade, heading straight for Martin and his companions*
*Spire stood up, fully alert as the grenade exploded and was soon followed by a flamethrower. Spire checked the monitors to find that Martin was leading the guardians from another dimension straight to the Siphoner. Spire's fury grew and the Siphoner glowed vibrantly orange* So, Martin comes to free the swordsman and is willing to blight the universe with Gorea to do so!? I'll end that human before he gets the opportunity! *Spire grabbed the Siphoner and held it, ready to attack the intruders*
*Spire watched as The Champion tried to find her weapons* Humans can be so naïve. Do you really think I would leave you armed so you could kill me, take the blade and make a run for it? Now, you have two options. You can leave or you can try to fight me while you are injured. I doubt the second option will end well considering you are injured and unarmed. I'd be amused at the foolish attempt, I must admit.
*Spire lifted the Siphoner up, it's orange glow lit the room* All you need to know about this blade is it contains one of the biggest evils this galaxy has ever seen, and that many people are going to come seek its power. I am going to ensure this blade does not fall into the hands of such people. I'd have sealed it away by now had I not been forced to come to the Dark Star to mend my injuries.
*Spire looked at The Champion* You speak as if there is honor in killing for entertainment, I hated the arena. So I chose to disregard the rules, I spared you. You should be grateful that you have an opportunity to choose another path.
*Spire's eyes narrowed* I became a bounty hunter so I could raise credits to get weapons and to have the ability to efficiently look for my people. The real question is how does a human female end up becoming The Champion of Dark Star's arena?
*Spire turned back to look at The Champion* Why didn't I kill you? I didn't kill you because your talents are wasted on the arena, you fight for credits and peoples' entertainment. Your skills would be much better if they were put up for a cause.