Soon after the explosion faded away, roughly 15 Recon Artists with propulsion pads and flew from the walls of the base towards the crater.
As the smoke dissipated from the crater. Someone emerged from the smoke. It was the infamous Synthetic-Class. The very same Synthetic-Class that attacked innocent civilians in Progen City a couple years ago.
The terrorist attack on Progen City was all over the news for months. Soul-Core, Macabre Flugel, and a couple more peacekeeping factions put bounties on this Synthetic-Class’s head. This Synthetic-Class was responsible for the 2,445 deaths and 20,000 more injured during a traditional parade.
As such, Earth has been in turmoil because of the Synthetic-Class. The smoke fully dissipated and he was in full view.
“Heh.” He stood up straight, brushing himself from dust.
Not a moment later, the squad leader of the Recon Artists’ squad manifested their weapon, pointing it at the Synthetic-Class. “Identify yourself!”
The other Recon Artists formed their own weapons or prepared their powers – a few just pulling guns out.
The Synthetic-Class looked up at the Recon Artists, laughing at the pitiful act and pathetic ‘peacekeeping’ act they were upholding against him. He felt nothing, and all he heard was stupid gibberish he didn’t want to hear.
He wiped his lips with his thumb before smiling. “Identifying myself? I won’t do such thing.”
He looked around, licking his lips before a bigger smile overwrote his face. A menacing, evil smile. “The forest looks very nice. It would be nicer once it’s gone, though.”
“Hands in the air. You are trespassing on Testharian Military Grounds! We will not hesitate to shoot!” The squad leader said. So noble and so strong. Oh, how the Synthetic-Class pitied them. If only he could crush their skulls with his hands. That’s all he wants to do.
“Testharian...? Ugh... What a place to land.” He said in a grumpy tone. Now he had more of a reason to tear those weak motherfuckers down.
“There’s just something about you guys that I dislike so much. You all act so noble and for what? Recognition? Strength? Power tripping? Only I’m allowed to do that. Weak minded guys have no right to show off.”
He raised both arms, his hands crackled into tiny rainbow explosions. “I’ll tell you what! I’m not the one trespassing! You are trespassing MY grounds! SHATTER!” The explosions would then chain into one massive explosion that would kill and injure the Recons.
The squad lit up in screams of pain and terror, as several of them were killed on the spot. Six Recon Artists would withdraw out of the radius using their propulsion pads, before readying their weapons to retaliate against the Synthetic-Class. “Attack!”
“AHAHAHA!” The Synthetic-Class laughed at how pathetic most squad members died. “Oh man! Just like that!? You are even worse than I thought!”
Two, one with a double-bladed spear and one with a scimitar would simultaneously lunge towards the Synthetic-Class in a pincer strike.
One with a rifle would then fire down the middle in an attempt to force the Synthetic-Class to flee or take the brunt of the attacks.
“Defying Impact!”
He accelerated himself at the one with the spear, punching him three times, then kicking him into the air. The Synthetic-Class then appeared above them, using his experience battle experience to lock them in a seriously fatal combo before discharging a beam that completely obliterated their body.
“AAAGHHGF-“ The scream was cut off.
Nothing of them were left, not even charred fragments. They were gone, just like that.
The member with the scimitar moved behind the Synthetic-Class, trying to impale him with their blade – Soul-Energy coating it with a small explosive aura.
“Whoooop!” He took the hit intentionally, making the scimitar user realize that they drew closer to him. “Where are you going?” He grabbed them, forcing them to get hurt by their own attack.
“AHGK—“ They de-manifested their scimitar before using their propulsion pads to make distance between him and the Synthetic-Class. The one with the rifle would fire a torrent of bullets towards him in an attempt to put him down. The Synthetic-Class would get no time to rest, but that was nothing for him. None of the Testharians who dared to stop him, could stop him. He had them beat here. He was the king here. This was his territory. This was them trespassing into his territory.
The two who fled would land on an emergency-entrance to the control room, rushing inside quickly and saluting before reporting in. “That was no meteor. It was a person, and they’re killing the entire team!”
Ramiel looked back at them. “Alright, send two detachments of infantry towards the crash-site. Put the base on high-alert, prepare an emergency transmission to Testharia. Do not send it until I say so!”
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“AAARGHGHGH!” The recon artist screamed in pain, dropping to their knees and holding the stub that was once their wrist.
The Synthetic-Class landed before them, looking down.
“That’s gotta hurt, right? It hurts, doesn’t it? I told you, you were trespassing my grounds. That’s the punishment you get for doing that.”
They looked the Synthetic-Class in the eye -their expression of fear and pain turning into one of anger and patriotism. “Damn you!” They spat at the Synthetic-Class, knowing they had no chance of escaping with their life.
“Hm... That’s not nice.” He wiped his cheek with his right arm, cleaning it from the spit. “You have no manners, huh? You just spat at me, didn’t you? Do you really not know what manners are? HUH!?”
He grabbed the recon artist’s face, holding them up. “HUH!? YOU FUCKER! YOU DON’T SPIT!”
His hand lit up in rainbow colours before he discharged a mini-explosive right in front of his face. The recon artist didn’t have enough time to let out a scream as they were blown back, subsequently dying as a result.
“Spitting, huh? And I thought they had manners. Fuckin’ not.”
In the distance, the sound of sirens and alarms faded into the ambience – a sign of evacuation for the families of soldiers living nearby, and a sign of attack for the Testharian soldiers still asleep.
“They got here pretty quick. I guess some sort of base is nearby. That gives me an idea... Heh...” He smirked, beginning to walk to the direction where the military base was located.
He quickly found a platoon of soldiers accompanied by several drones. The drones spotted him quickly, making a noise similar to a normal car alarm, to alert the platoon.
Those with Souls would manifest their weapons or prepare their powers as the ones with guns, while the drones charged towards the Synthetic-Class – splitting into five teams and spreading out between the trees.
A Support-Type soldier would raise their hand – a shimmering gold aura appearing around every soldier in the platoon, boosting their strength and durability. It also illuminated the Synthetic-Class in a red aura – allowing them to spot him through obstructions.
“Two... no, five grouped separately.” He read their aura within the area.
Suddenly, a wave of bullets and lasers lit up the forest in gold and crimson light – all targeted towards the Synthetic-Class’s red aura. Jumping over the trees – those with Weapons, from Warhammers to Sabers to Gun blades would pounce onto the Synthetic-Class, the power of their Support-Type shielding them from the friendly fire.
“W-“ Chaos had to play on the defence this time. 4 melee Soul-Wielders was overwhelming, especially when they attacked simultaneously. It was a piece of cake for him nonetheless, but their amazing chemistry and well thought out attacks made it harder for him to squeeze a punch or kick in.
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Several would miss their swings, and some would hit the Synthetic-Class. The backline of shooters would cheer in bloodlust before drawing their own melee or pistols and charging into the fray to overwhelm in.
And that was it. A hundred twenty versus one, about to hit them with all they got. Was he finally in a pickle? Was this the time to retreat?
“Tch.”
A small click of his tongue was all he let out, before breathing in and out. He held out both arms and smirked.
“Shatter...” He said quietly, his hands forming an explosion 20x stronger than the previous. The explosion made a one second impact frame before absolutely annihilating anything surrounding him. From tress, to grass, from people, to animals, from objects to literal air.
The forest lit up with screams and a visible explosion from the base’s control tower.
Support-Types who were on the backline would flee to the outer wall of the military base – while the remaining drones banzai-charged the Synthetic-Class, trying to self-destruct and kill him in the decently-large explosion. Ramiel watched the entire thing unfold back in the military base and spoke to the person behind him.
“Send word for Testharian Special Forces – mention the fact that they just killed over 150 of our best soldiers. Have the Vehicle Bay prepare a vehicle. I’m going to keep him as far away from the base as possible until help arrives.” Ramiel spoke with an air of confidence in his voice. But it faltered as soon as the person responsible for the transmission left the room. 150 of their best soldiers, gone, killed by one person.
Who this person was, they didn’t know. They didn’t know that it was Chaos, the Synthetic-Class who orchestrated the incident on Progen City. The underestimation coming from the Testharian forces was justified, they had no idea who they were dealing with.
But this wasn’t the time for underestimations or overestimations. It was time to protect the base.
Using a couple more minutes pondering on how to beat him, he walked out the room and down the elevator.
The entire area would be warned by an announcer.
“CODE: 01-NB-NB-27. TERRORIST ATTACK ALERT. THE VULNERABLE IN THE BASE. SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY.” The warning would be repeated 10 times.
A few minutes later, as Ramiel made his way out of the control room, as he started up his vehicle, he had gotten a message. His communications officer telling him that the Special Forces responded, sending one of their greatest to the moon.
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A few minutes passed and the site turned into a bloodbath. A couple corpses lay next to Chaos, all turned into minced meat.
“You’ve had enough of your share, now it’s my turn. Let me take control.”
“No. Not right now- No I’m in control, okay? Just let me do this. This has been fun, but I know the wave is just getting started. You sit back and watch me beat them up silly.”
It sounded like he was talking to someone, but he was really just talking about himself. Synthetic-Classes often gave odd air around them. Was it just another case of a crazy, schizophrenic Synthetic-Class...
Or was it talking to the Soul – CHAOS, itself?
Chaos saw six planes fly overhead – two simply dropping water on the area to prevent a forest fire. The Support-Type’s red aura allowed them to see him.
Ramiel closed in on Chaos as he rode a scout bike over a rock – jumping off and manifesting his two massive crescent-blades, charging them with energy as he was suspended in the air.
“Ecliptic Blast!” He slammed them down near Chaos – creating a massive explosion.
“Wha-“ He was caught in the explosion, having both arms up to block most of the impact.
Ramiel would pull his blades out the ground before accelerating towards Chaos again, trying to get a hit in to stagger him. He wanted the first advantage. The sky above him showed three planes set ablaze. “You’re the one who has been killing my men!?”
He looked around to see if there was anyone else, as he blocked Ramiel’s next attack using a small Soul-Barrier that parried Ramiel’s crescent-blade attack.
“The fuck does it look like to you?”
“It all ends here! Your charade, it ends here! At this very moment, one of the best Testharia has to offer are en-route. You may try and inflict more pain and cause more destruction, but you would just be buying time until your inevitable demise!”
Ramiel tried to slash down his 2-meter-long crescent-blade onto him, in hopes of slicing him in half. “RAH!”
Chaos used the ground to kick off it, avoiding the blade and kicking off the ground again to accelerate himself this time. He quickly zig-zagged away from the blades and got a punch in.
“GUH!” Ramiel exerted a hard grunt, while Chaos just stared him deep in the eye.
“I’m here to erupt Chaos. It’s in my name. What makes you think that I would ever stop with my ‘profession’?”
Chaos roundhouse kicked him away.
Ramiel used his crescent blades to hack the ground, eliminating his momentum for a clean and elegant landing. He backflipped, looking at Chaos. His right side of the helmet was dented due to the sheer force of Chaos’s punch.
“So, you just killed... hundreds of people... just for ‘Chaos’? No hatred for us, nothing?” Ramiel tilted his head, really confused as to why someone would cause destruction for no apparent reason.
“The attack on Progen City during that Solar Holiday on Earth? That was me.”
Ramiel’s eyes widened in shock.
“I’m worth a lot to Soul-Core and Dark Intrinium. They want my head, but I still roam freely.”
Chaos was claimed by both Soul-Core and Dark Intrinium to be the most powerful Synthetic-Class to live in this time. He was placed on a big hit list with an insane amount of currency in return.
He is nothing short of dangerous. A being, truly living up to its name. Creating CHAOS was his job.
“Well... then maybe handing you in to Dark Intrinium will do better than letting you rot in a Dankasho Prison. You want chaos, right? Let’s not delay this then!” He held his blades together, a shimmering blue aura fading across both swords as he accelerated towards Chaos.
“Sure!” He swiped with his right hand in a horizontal line, forming a bright cluster bomb of explosions heading straight towards Ramiel.
.:. His ability is... .:. Ramiel jumped backwards; the propulsion pads built into his armour allowing him to escape the blast. He stopped mid-air as he pressed them to full power. He grabbed his crescent-blades in reverse, charging towards Chaos.
As soon as Ramiel touched down on the ground, he swung his crescent blades horizontally.
“WOAH!” Chaos jumped back, having barely missed the attack. If he reacted a millisecond later, his head would’ve been lopped off.
Ramiel quickly recoiled his blades, slashing the ground ahead of him and creating a large shockwave that rippled towards him. Chaos dug his feet into the ground and counteracted the shockwave with his own explosive beam.
“RAH!” Ramiel dashed to the side, using his propulsion pads to assist with his acceleration. Dashing forward, he raised a blade for an overhead swing and another for a slash to his side – essentially forcing Chaos to take the hit or dodge into a corner.
“You know how to fight, that’s a first!” He smirked as he was forced to dodge into a corner, using his arm to envelop it inside a Soul-Barrier to knock back the side-slashing blade. “But you don’t have this through your thick skull,”
Ramiel flicked his wrist of the overhead swing to go for a good head lopping to finish the fight. He saw that Chaos had nowhere to go, he thought he won.
“You know nothing about the Soul!” With emphasis on the Soul part, he immediately disrupted everything Ramiel built up by discharging another explosion.
“SHATTER!”
“GHH—“ Ramiel took the brunt of the explosion; however, his heavy armour would take the brunt of the force. It would launch Ramiel several meters backwards into a clearing.
.:. Too close... .:. Chaos touched his neck for a moment.
Seeing his chance, he raised his blade – shooting a beam of unrefined Soul Energy into the sky as a flare gun, signalling where the battle was taking place.
“Backup...?” Chaos asked.
“Seems so. I was just starting to enjoy this.” A heavy sarcasm left his voice.
“Hmph.” Chaos wiped the dust off his clothes. “Earlier you mentioned handing me to the Dark Intrinium. I don’t suppose the Testharians have formed an alliance with them?”
Ramiel felt a knot in his stomach. The stupidity of the Viceroy caused the inescapable loom of Dark Intrinium taking over Testharia to linger on everyone’s minds.
“I suppose the Viceroy can’t always be a role model.”
“Breakaway as quick as you can – Lord Veyron is not a man to be trusted.”
“I’m not going to hear that from you, Synthetic-Class.” He gripped his crescent blades in reverse, chuckling. “You’re still a Synthetic-Class, I’m not taking anything you say seriously.”
Dashing forward, he jumped in the air and went for a heel kick.
“Testharians are stupid, just like I always say.” Chaos extended his hand and was about to use Shatter once again. Chaos had him beat this time as Ramiel’s impulsive attack made him forget the things he could do.
“Shat-“ As Chaos started spewing out the words he needed to blow Ramiel into oblivion, a war axe flew by Ramiel at incredible speeds. Then it flew towards Chaos with a force as strong as a railgun. It was around 1.5 meters in diameter.
“What the-“ Ramiel turned his head, leaning his torso back to avoid being hit as it flew past him. It was like some sort of precognition.
“O-“ Chaos got hit, crashing into several trees before finally hitting one to break the impact. All it took was a war axe to completely thrash him and save Ramiel from impending doom.
“Madame Viceroy!” Ramiel bowed his head.
Behind Ramiel was the Viceroy of Mobilizers of Testharia. Behind her however was her Royal Squad. She bowed her head back in return, hearing his respectful voice.
“Help is always received, Soul-General Aroki.”
“Thank you, Viceroy.” His helmet has gone from a pale-gold to a charred black – the horn of his helmet snapped off; however the visor was still glowing, showing that anything inside was still intact. “He’s a tough one – claims to be the one behind the Progen City attack on Earth. I can’t read how strong he is, so either my helmet is damaged, or he should be treated with caution... Even by you, Madame Viceroy.”
She nodded, manifesting her Soul Aura. It was glitching like a VHS-tape, but it felt smooth and calm. It was also imbued with a sense of serenity, colours flicking orange and pink.
“Of course, Soul-General Aroki. We do caution restraint.”
“Should I disengage now that reinforcements have arrived, ma’am.” Ramiel asked almost immediately.
The Viceroy nodded again. “You must regain your strength and join if our plans go south. We need you in the right time.” She said, extending her hand to bring her Signature Weapon out.
“Yes, Madame Viceroy.” He used his propulsion pads of his armour to fly away from the battlefield, standing a solid 100 meters away from them.
“The Synthetic-Class of the Progen City incident, hm?” Asheera muttered.
As the smoke dissipated from the fallen trees, Chaos emerged into view again. “G-Goddamn...” He walked over, brushing himself. “That was a strong hit.”
She was surrounded by 4 other people who were less strong than her, but enough to be standalone fighters. The one who threw the hammer was on the far right. He wore a red formal blouse with a black tainted hood and an Anti-Energy armour that was pointed orange and blue, like the colours of the Testharian flag.
“Hggh... Is that royalty I detect?” He said in a detesting voice.
Asheera’s Signature Weapon slowly formed as she started her monologue. “You’ve terrorized this place long enough, and it will not be tolerated any further. I, the Viceroy and the Second Leader of Testharia, will slay you right here!”