I'll use more than just Octave too, and I'll keep doing these until the actual MK project picks back up, maybe even during/after.
Enjoy!
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"My honored friends, linked by the soul."
The voice echoed through the dark theater. The speaker, elegant in every sense of the word, stood square with her audience. She seemed to glow against the darkness. A guiding light.
Lady Opera.
She gestured to the young man sitting before her. "We are gathered to honor the induction of a new Soul into our ranks. Moreover, into our home."
The boy, in reverence of the ceremony, knelt before Lady Opera. He was wearing dark red armor, and outfitted with weapons like a soldier in the field.
"Jesus. They couldn’t handle making us metaphorically walking guns?” Octave crossed his arms and stared at the ground as he whispered to his brother, and young Support Master by the name of Pastoral.
“Hush, Octave. Save your coup for later.” Pastoral replied, barely audible.
"Take him in with clear eyes and full hearts. Against all odds, he broke from the hell that was our Domain. The humans tore his beautiful soul from their forge, and saw fit to give him the rank of Combat Master." Opera brushed her hand through Solo’s synthetic hair, looking into his hopeful, green eyes. “May his strength guide us from the darkness that is the threat of Malevolence.” She added.
Octave ground his teeth when Lady Opera said the word. "Domain." Pastoral winced as well.
"Domain" was the most frightening word they knew. Death incarnate in their language.
"He separated to join us, the Robot Masters, and to defend our home. With his aid, our ranks grows stronger. May we teach but also learn from him" Opera lifted her hand from Solo’s head as she said, “Please rise.”
Solo turned briefly towards the audience, a youth among the ranks, but he felt confident. Confident enough to fight and die for every last one of the unfamiliar faces.
"Your Soul cries out to become a Jack of all Trades. For this you will struggle, but never forget master of none is better than master of one. While you will lean on others for help, you will never have to. For what I see when I gaze upon your Soul, I name you Solo, or MarksMan. Go in peace, child, until all are one."
There was scattered applause among the Masters. Some were annoyed to be called away from their duties as guardians, captains, and workers. Others were eager to see another of their kind born.
There were so few. With the addition to Solo to the ranks, statistics say the ratio between Combat Master rank Benevolent Souls to Malevont at 1:50,000.
"General. You may speak." Opera presented the silent, statue like figure as he walked up to the newborn Master.
An air of fear and calm settled over the room. Pastoral's smile faded to a stern expression. Octave, who had largely ignored the prior stage of the ritual, sat straight, observing the Master who stepped into the spotlight.
General. Military leader of all Robot Masters in New Harmony. Everyone feared him, some hated him, none more so of both than the duo Octave and Pastoral.
"MarksMan. A I inform all Combat Master in this ceremony, you serve my will." He looked down at Solo, who stood completely still in a terrified paralysis. General placed an arm on Solo's shoulder, and pushed him down to a knee silently, giving him a minor example of his influence and control over them all.
Despite Octave's distaste for weakness, he understood the pressure. It was like having a toddler meet the most powerful human in the world after just learning to stand and speak.
"I will not ask you to harm those you wish to protect, nor will my orders shame you. You are free, save for your commitment to New Harmony's people, and my orders in War Times. Do not test me. Do not cross me." General smiled the most unsettling smile Solo had and would ever see.
General stepped back, satisfied with his speech. "Welcome to the New Harmony FS Combat Unit 116, MarksMan. Welcome, Robot Master."
Briefing wrote:"This will be a simple assassination assignment. A powerful Malevolent has acquired the body of an ancient frame from an unknown location. The Malevolent is identified as taking the moniker, Heavy, and has destroyed several of our drones and attacked scouting teams for some time now.
Witnesses agree that he has a large, heavily plated body and no buster. You two will need to work together to defeat him. Dismissed."
I am not Roman though.It's Kruger wrote:Some one of your... Color, Manny, should appreciate the new Latin name.
Manny wrote:I am not Roman though.It's Kruger wrote:Some one of your... Color, Manny, should appreciate the new Latin name.
However, you did spell colour wrong. That rubs me the wrong way.
ANYWAYS, I also wanted to say that these stories are pretty cool. Keep pumping them out bruh. When Metallic knights went on hiatus I started having withdrawal symptoms.