Atoragon
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In memory of Colt C. Callaghan
Welcome, folks, to the awaited sequel to "Chronicles of the Empire". I'd say all the precautionary stuff for the first Chronicles applies here also. Unlike this piece's predecessor, this will be a more linear storyline, instead of the sometimes downright random Entries in the original. In this, I've experimented with having different sides to our old characters. Hope you all enjoy this as you did the original. So, on with the show.
Chapter 1
The whip-like tendrils of the sun’s corona danced through the inky black of space. The sight was not much unlike a sea anemone. It was both a sight of beauty and destruction.
And utter chaos. The Gotengo flashed by, entangled with the space dragon, King Ghidorah. The gold, 3 headed beast held onto the vessel with its large feet and twin tails while it struck out with its vicious jaws.
“Dammit!” Gryphus swore. “Get this goddam dragon off of my battlecruiser!”
“Sir, the foe has destroyed the Electron Particle Cannons and its within minimal safe range for a Nimbus strike. There’s nothing we can do. We’re at its mercy!”
“Get a hold of yourself, soldier!” Gry seethed as he stalked back and forth on the bridge. Spark showers spurted out from the consoles, until one struck the General in the face, but the reaction wasn’t as expected. This actually gave the General an idea as the sparks burned into his skin.
“If we can’t blast it off, we’ll burn it off! Singh! Drive this bucket of bolts closer to the sun!”
“Yes, sir!” The Gotengo plummeted deeper into the corona. The outer shell began to glow with heat and the internal temperature skyrocketed to an unbearable level. A few of the bridge crew lost consciousness due to heat stroke.
“General, the ship can’t take the intense heat! We have to pull out!”
“Not much longer,” Gry replied as sweat waterfalled off of his face. “Just remember, the enemy outside is going through much worse.”
This was true. A camera on the outside of the vessel watched as King Ghidorah loosened his hold, then finally subdued to the heat. He fell away, splashing into the surface of the sun. The Gotengo and its crew pulled out of the sun’s corona, believing that victory was theirs.
“All crew…” Gry panted. “Damage report…”
“The skin was heated to a dangerous level, sir, but it has remained intact. There are reports of many falling unconscious and a few deaths due to the heat.”
“At least the ship is still intact… Gotengo return to ba-”
“Wait, sir! It’s coming back!”
“What?!” The view screen switched to the rear view camera. King Ghidorah, his golden scales glowing as bright as the sun, streaked towards the wounded ESUN warship.
“Gotengo, turn 180 degrees! Let’s finish this thing off once and for all… arm Chrono Break Cannon!” Two probes shot out from the side of the ship and began to quickly orbit the ship’s bow in synch with the bow drill. The drill began to sparkle with light blue energy and the probes, using similar energy, created a ring of energy around the bow. The energy in the ring began to feed down into the drill.
The cannon fired in a magnificent blue beam, as wide around as the ship firing it. The entire vessel shook violently from the force. The Chrono Break Cannon’s shot streaked through space, and scorched through King Ghiodrah’s hard, golden scales. The dragon screeched in agony as its torso flesh was vaporized away. All that remained was his two outer heads and twin tails being held together by what little was left of his skeletal structure. The force of the cannon had sheered off the central head.
“Ahh, dammit…” Gry swore as the center screen changed again without warning, this time to the Empress. Her face showed no emotions. Her eyes never blinked.
“General… I see you managed to severely damage the Gotengo again…”
“You never seemed to care about it before…”
“Times change.”
“Oh, so, what? No congratulations on my victory either?”
“No. You’ve cost me too much money. As of now, you’re relieved of your command. Lieutenant Halsey, get that flying scrap yard back to base…”
- - - - -
Gryphus sat on the cot in the cold prison cell, just staring off into space. He knew something was wrong with the Empress. This was completely out of character for her. She would finance any mission and accept any losses as long as the job got done. Someone wanted him out of the way, and he knew it, but he couldn’t do anything while behind bars.
He instantly would’ve turned to Kiryu, but he also had been locked up. His mainframe had been separated from body, and the mainframe locked down, ensuring he couldn’t escape. Also, all of the other super weapons whose main loyalty laid with the General were also locked away. Doomfire, Megaguirus and Gaigan had all been put under the highest security.
Gry stuck his head of the bars. It was empty in both directions apart from one guard. He pulled himself back in and activated the beacon he had hid in his shoe, which was the only part his uniform that hadn’t been stripped from him. The beacon was an emergency signal that bypassed all communications terminals and went straight to the Angels’ personal communicators. Hopefully they hadn’t been locked away as well.
- - - - -
A few minutes later, Gryphus was roused by some noises coming from down the hall, most likely the changing of the guard. He was relieved to hear Forte and Ranpha’s voices instead of the typical male monotone. He rose from the cot and wandered over to the bars, trying to get a look down the hall.
It appeared as if they had received his signal as they ushered the other guards out of the brig and began to walk down the hall towards his cell.
“We came as fast as we could without drawing undue attention,” Ranpha soothed as she stopped in front of the General’s cell.
“Oh, look… They’ve locked our commander in the brig… I wonder who they’ll feed him to…” Forte chuckled as she stopped behind the blonde Angel. Ranpha shot her a dirty look over her shoulder but quickly turned back.
“If stand back, we can have you out of here in a snap.”
“No… no…” Gry replied. “The Empress ordered I be placed here, so here I shall stay. What I do want you to do is to dig up some dirt about the Empress, though. She’s been acting really out of character since when I left to fight King Ghidorah. Look for anything out of the ordinary in her demeanor, her way of dress, hell, even the way she sleeps on her bed.”
[FONT="]“Right. Leave it to us.”[/FONT]
Welcome, folks, to the awaited sequel to "Chronicles of the Empire". I'd say all the precautionary stuff for the first Chronicles applies here also. Unlike this piece's predecessor, this will be a more linear storyline, instead of the sometimes downright random Entries in the original. In this, I've experimented with having different sides to our old characters. Hope you all enjoy this as you did the original. So, on with the show.
Chapter 1
The whip-like tendrils of the sun’s corona danced through the inky black of space. The sight was not much unlike a sea anemone. It was both a sight of beauty and destruction.
And utter chaos. The Gotengo flashed by, entangled with the space dragon, King Ghidorah. The gold, 3 headed beast held onto the vessel with its large feet and twin tails while it struck out with its vicious jaws.
“Dammit!” Gryphus swore. “Get this goddam dragon off of my battlecruiser!”
“Sir, the foe has destroyed the Electron Particle Cannons and its within minimal safe range for a Nimbus strike. There’s nothing we can do. We’re at its mercy!”
“Get a hold of yourself, soldier!” Gry seethed as he stalked back and forth on the bridge. Spark showers spurted out from the consoles, until one struck the General in the face, but the reaction wasn’t as expected. This actually gave the General an idea as the sparks burned into his skin.
“If we can’t blast it off, we’ll burn it off! Singh! Drive this bucket of bolts closer to the sun!”
“Yes, sir!” The Gotengo plummeted deeper into the corona. The outer shell began to glow with heat and the internal temperature skyrocketed to an unbearable level. A few of the bridge crew lost consciousness due to heat stroke.
“General, the ship can’t take the intense heat! We have to pull out!”
“Not much longer,” Gry replied as sweat waterfalled off of his face. “Just remember, the enemy outside is going through much worse.”
This was true. A camera on the outside of the vessel watched as King Ghidorah loosened his hold, then finally subdued to the heat. He fell away, splashing into the surface of the sun. The Gotengo and its crew pulled out of the sun’s corona, believing that victory was theirs.
“All crew…” Gry panted. “Damage report…”
“The skin was heated to a dangerous level, sir, but it has remained intact. There are reports of many falling unconscious and a few deaths due to the heat.”
“At least the ship is still intact… Gotengo return to ba-”
“Wait, sir! It’s coming back!”
“What?!” The view screen switched to the rear view camera. King Ghidorah, his golden scales glowing as bright as the sun, streaked towards the wounded ESUN warship.
“Gotengo, turn 180 degrees! Let’s finish this thing off once and for all… arm Chrono Break Cannon!” Two probes shot out from the side of the ship and began to quickly orbit the ship’s bow in synch with the bow drill. The drill began to sparkle with light blue energy and the probes, using similar energy, created a ring of energy around the bow. The energy in the ring began to feed down into the drill.
The cannon fired in a magnificent blue beam, as wide around as the ship firing it. The entire vessel shook violently from the force. The Chrono Break Cannon’s shot streaked through space, and scorched through King Ghiodrah’s hard, golden scales. The dragon screeched in agony as its torso flesh was vaporized away. All that remained was his two outer heads and twin tails being held together by what little was left of his skeletal structure. The force of the cannon had sheered off the central head.
“Ahh, dammit…” Gry swore as the center screen changed again without warning, this time to the Empress. Her face showed no emotions. Her eyes never blinked.
“General… I see you managed to severely damage the Gotengo again…”
“You never seemed to care about it before…”
“Times change.”
“Oh, so, what? No congratulations on my victory either?”
“No. You’ve cost me too much money. As of now, you’re relieved of your command. Lieutenant Halsey, get that flying scrap yard back to base…”
- - - - -
Gryphus sat on the cot in the cold prison cell, just staring off into space. He knew something was wrong with the Empress. This was completely out of character for her. She would finance any mission and accept any losses as long as the job got done. Someone wanted him out of the way, and he knew it, but he couldn’t do anything while behind bars.
He instantly would’ve turned to Kiryu, but he also had been locked up. His mainframe had been separated from body, and the mainframe locked down, ensuring he couldn’t escape. Also, all of the other super weapons whose main loyalty laid with the General were also locked away. Doomfire, Megaguirus and Gaigan had all been put under the highest security.
Gry stuck his head of the bars. It was empty in both directions apart from one guard. He pulled himself back in and activated the beacon he had hid in his shoe, which was the only part his uniform that hadn’t been stripped from him. The beacon was an emergency signal that bypassed all communications terminals and went straight to the Angels’ personal communicators. Hopefully they hadn’t been locked away as well.
- - - - -
A few minutes later, Gryphus was roused by some noises coming from down the hall, most likely the changing of the guard. He was relieved to hear Forte and Ranpha’s voices instead of the typical male monotone. He rose from the cot and wandered over to the bars, trying to get a look down the hall.
It appeared as if they had received his signal as they ushered the other guards out of the brig and began to walk down the hall towards his cell.
“We came as fast as we could without drawing undue attention,” Ranpha soothed as she stopped in front of the General’s cell.
“Oh, look… They’ve locked our commander in the brig… I wonder who they’ll feed him to…” Forte chuckled as she stopped behind the blonde Angel. Ranpha shot her a dirty look over her shoulder but quickly turned back.
“If stand back, we can have you out of here in a snap.”
“No… no…” Gry replied. “The Empress ordered I be placed here, so here I shall stay. What I do want you to do is to dig up some dirt about the Empress, though. She’s been acting really out of character since when I left to fight King Ghidorah. Look for anything out of the ordinary in her demeanor, her way of dress, hell, even the way she sleeps on her bed.”
[FONT="]“Right. Leave it to us.”[/FONT]
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I'd posted this back in 2016, over ten years ago!