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AXELERON CHRONICLE ACT 2
Somewhere on the outskirts of the Primordium...
Galvyn: ...
Galvyn: ...
Galvyn: ...oooooOOOOOOHHHHH my word, this stupid dream place is so F U C K I N G B O R I N G. It feels like I’ve been here for months, what the hell is taking so long, I should have been brought back to life AGES ago! If I don’t have something happen soon, I’m going to start going crazy! AH! Wait what the hell is that?!
Dreamlands Critter: *thrrrrip?*
Galvyn: ...Huh... so this place isn’t entirely devoid of life I guess? Hey little guy, what on Avross are you?
Critter: *glrgrglrlgrblrgr*
Galvyn: Apparently you’re not friendly whatever you are, crap...
Galvyn: I’m warning you, uh... thingy! I’m technically the Chosen One, I can make the Plot do as I command! Don’t try to attack or you’ll regret it!
Critter: *schreeeeeep!*
**ZRAPP!**
Galvyn: !!!
DSMB Attendant: Don’t fear, civilian, you are safe from that aberration! It’s atoms are in the winds now.
Galvyn: Wha?? Where did you guys come from all the sudden? What was that thing? And who are you, I’ve never seen a device like that thing you just used before!
DSMB Attendant: You must have come from a place somewhere much further inside that pocket dimension you just walked out of, seems you’ve been walking for a while. We are members of the Deadly Space Master Builders. You’ve reached our encampment here in the Dreamlands, we’ve been setting up base since the beginning of the Konvergence. That vermin was a Zoog, an aberrant creature used by the High Priest of Yog Sothoth to scout these strange landscapes. We’ve been battling his forces for the past weeks, and this one cannot have come far. There are almost certainly Esoterica Metavoth troops near.
Galvyn: Wait, you guys are fighting the Esoterica Metavoth? So am I! Well, I mean, not actively, but I know how bad news they are, and I’ve been fighting their allies.
DSMB Attendant: Then we are of one mind, will you join us back at the main company? Our forces are engaged at this very moment, and any help is appreciated.
Galvyn: Yeah, but I don’t really have any weapons, so I don’t know how... oh wait, actually I think I have an idea, let me try something... Now how did Bookwyrm do that thing where he just kind of...
*fwoooOOOSH!*
Galvyn: Yeah! That’s more like it! Now for some allies...
**WSSHHH!**
Galvyn: Alright, lets go join the fight!
DSMB Attendant: Ha! The young civilian has many tricks it would seem! That staff... it must not have been a coincidence that we found you here, the Great Builder must have guided us to you. We will turn the tides of this stalemate, let us depart for battle at once!
Galvyn: Finally, some gods-damned action around here!
~<>~
The battlefield nearby is cacophony of noise and violence. The ravenous horde of the Esoterica Metavoth boils and writhes across the landscape, as the massive convocation of outer beings once poised to begin teleporting through a nearby rift out of the Dreamlands is suddenly faced with the might of a force of united Deadly Space Men. The Deadly Space Master Builder Academy, an order of mysterious BrikMasonik DSMs with goals to restore the glory of the ancient DSM empire, launched its offensive against the forces of Khaos on this day, marking the first battle in the realms of New Paradigm since the advent of Ragnablok that took place between forces native to Axeleron and forces from the greater Konvergent Brikverse. It would not be the last.
A DSM Guardian crosses blades with a ghastly visaged Yellow Acolyte.
DSMB Attendants and an Orion-Class Battleframe clear the path for Mediks through the onslaught of Leng Spiders.
The Man of Leng directing the hordes seems nonplussed by the assault.
Hazard Corps DSMs do battle with the might of an Elder Thing and all of its alien technological enhancements and tools.
A Skirmisher DSM Elite shows a cultist the proper end of an OTC bayonet.
An MBA creation, the Jellyfish Psion, floats over the battlefield and shields it’s masters from the psychic assaults of the maddening aberrations all around.
A psychic C.at of Ulthar contests its might with the aid of several Dark Psion thralls.
A lithe reptilian Child of Yig dodges a squealing moon buggy as it whips around with a DSM Hazard Corps Elite pouring corrosive gunfire into the fray.
Next door, a Cybernetikally augmented Elite Skirmisher blasts away aberrant vermin like they’re so much chaff in the wind.
The veiled shadowy form of a Whisperer in Darkness may prove a much tougher foe however.
Hunting Horrors dart through the air dodging Skirmisher shots and wheeling away from the supporting escort fighter and its blaze of laser fire.
Many aberrations tower over the tiny figs below, especially the hulking mass of a Moon Beast, flexing its brute strength psychic abilities on everything around it.
On the other side of the battlefield, Elite Troopers and more Mediks press the other flank versus more Esoterica forces.
A dropship carrying X-0 Genesis ABS Seed Pods arrives to deliver the cargo to DSMB Lifegivers who can bend the raw material into kreatures and konstrukts to serve their needs.
The BrikMasonik priests use their high level Brikitektural powers and terraforming to shape the landscape into a weapon against their enemies.
A Motherweed of Vulthoom is a walking barracks that constantly spits out Sporeling cannon fodder that explode when they attack, and quickly grows into a problem with access to plentiful enemy corpses.
In the midst of the chaos of battle, a small scouting group from a faction unknown and hostile to both the Spacemen and the Esoterica enters the fray, one of their uncanny agents in all black peppering the air around the advancing DSM Troopers.
Dr. Solis, head of the Konvergent Brikverse Survey and Acquisitions Task Force (KB-SA) of the Seekers of Truth, pilots her personal rover, a relic of a bygone alien civilization from a Retkon long past, and holds her depleted uranium needler at the ready as she leads a contingent of Men in Black towards the rift.
Resisting them is a member of the Great Race of Yith, bringing alien science against alien science in brilliant displays of lights and colors.
On the other end, one of the KB-SA Seekers’ mysterious new allies, an elite member of the strange entities known as Machine Elves, resists the chaotic science of the aberration with the orderly power of its own abilities and knowledge.
Star Spawn Mind Slavers use lashing trails of warbling psionic energy to rake at the hulking form of a Brainsurgeon Warmind while the DSM Cybernetiks do their best to hamper the children of Brikthulhu.
In the midst of the clamor, the imposing height of a DSM Monument hums with raw creative power, acting as a beacon for more reinforcements from the Academy.
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To be continued...
(AN: Surprise! Axeleron Chronicle is back, and things have now been revised to have some limited connection to the rest of the Brikverse following Ragnablok! So this was originally built for the JJJ but personal stuff got in the way of finishing the writeup on time so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sucks to suck I guess, but Real Life Comes First so I’m not that worried. Anyway, consider this my official announcement for a slough of upcoming content!)
