Clockwork Goliath

[The Meta]

Dropping out of the sky unto a world under siege by the Clockwork Rebellion

The Meta-

A sixteen year old giant sat down within the confines of this bleak and dark interior of a ship. Surrounded by droids, but none were like him. No, he wasn't a droid, not entirely; not always. He was The Meta, a behemoth soldier whose single fist could not only hold a man’s skull in his palm, but crush it into a powder reminiscent to opium. He was truly a Monster, and sometimes The Meta feed off this realities truth, and others he wept over it, or was angry about it, or simply didn't believe it.

It wasn't easy being inside the mutes head, with so many minds. Omni, Sigma, Meta, Anger, Fear, Sadis(t)... all of them. They all vied for The Meta's attention, all trying to get into the spot like. His giant hands fidgeted with his Milkor Brute, as giant as he was, and about as heavy. Not really, but compared to normal humans, the thing was a monster. Like him. The ship rumbled and rattled, bashing droids against droids, if only slightly, and droids against the enormous form of the Meta.

Soon within the bickering confines of his mind, the familiar form of Sigma (or at least how he imagined him, appeared before him). He spoke in monotone, devoid of most emotion, though it could be determined that a slight personality had formed in the droid brain. It wasn't anything that really happened to make the beastly man wonder about his companion, but it made him more of a comfortable experience. Sigma, to Meta, appeared as dark shadow, offset by a glow of silver, allowing features to be present. Why it was that he imagined him this way, no one could ever know really, but nonetheless this is how he saw him in his mind’s eye.

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Sigma-

"Hello Meta." He spoke to him casually. Anxiety was the first to speak up to him.

"What do you want?" It was merely a grunt that would other wise be considered not any kind of speech by any sentient being, but thanks to brain wave measuring systems, Sigma was able to understand fairly well the thoughts of the human, especially since he wasn't that complicated to begin with beyond his split personalities. Omni was a large help with the processing power to better understand everything the mere human felt. Though the Meta was the soldier and combatant, it wasn't really his war to be fighting. It was the job of the machines to ensure the organics evolved to their highest potential. The Meta could only kill, it was his only objective, and it would be one he would be completing as we speak if not for the mission of Sigma and Omni.

"Do you remember your mission today?" It was a dumb question, considering the monster had the strange ability to remember, literally just about everything that has ever happened to it. Of course he remember the mission, but it made for a good conversation that kept him focused and occupied on Sigma. Memory was of course the first to respond to this one.

"Of course we do! I wouldn't let them forget after approximately 14 hours and 50 minutes." He told him, as if that were an impossible statement for a human to forget in such a timespan. Of course Sigma knew that the Meta was out of the ordinary. Regardless though, he had some business to attend to.

"That's good," Sigma was interrupted shortly by Pride.

"Thank you!"

"Because you mustn't forget that your prime objective isn't to kill. You are a tool Meta," Furry interrupted this time, along with Disappointment.

"Then why am I here?" Disappointment sighed.

"I am no one’s tool!" Furry raged.

"And you will serve Omni in the evolution of your race." Sigma finished, he let the other personalities finish their own individual ranting’s until a consensus was reached of what was going on, what was being thought as a whole, and thus all was turned back into the Meta, where he flinched as if he had just been pushed into the overcrowded mind of the monsters body. Sigma continued to monitor the body, and adjusted his cybernetics to help with any hindrance’s that might be caused in this upcoming battle.

Narration-

The drop ship that was carrying the assortment of droids in the command of Omni, along with the Meta leading them, descended from the sky in a ball of fire, lighting up already twilight sky in an orange that mixed with the reds of previous battles within the sky's of this war torn planet. Eventually, the Meta's ship crashed through the soil of the land, undoubtedly uninhabitable at this point for at the very least of a thousand years. The Meta didn't do anything to help the cause really.

The giant soldier stood up, towering over everything, droids and all. His feet thumped, thumped against the metal interior of the ship, while the droids under his command poured out like insects into the war ravaged planet, to convert more beings under the cause of Omni. The Meta looked to the left and right, observing the destruction and reveling in with Pride, and Sadis(t). To them, this was a beautiful sight, and because they were of the Meta, the Meta felt the way they felt. Regardless of his will, of which he had quite literally none.

It would be a long day; but it would be good for the Meta. The giant took his first steps onto the foreign soil, searching for fresh targets.

 

[Daxton Bane]

@[member="The Meta"]

Daxton rejoiced in the death and destruction around him, soaking the negative emotions like a greedy man tries to stuff more food down his gullet. Death, destruction, change, Daxton was an agent of chaos, a maelstorm born of hate and fear. The very essence of regrowth and destiny.

Yet there was another who sought to take his place, always a challenger to the crown. It was called The Meta. A huge hulking brute of droid that had no imagination, a slave to the machine gods. A pretender, nothing more. It pleased Daxton that they were here on this world, another nameless blot on the black void. Two of them arrived, but only one was going to leave here in one piece. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to be the victor, losing wasn't in his vocabulary.

Blending into the shadows, he shouldered the rifle and patiently waited for his prey.

 

[The Meta]

The Meta-

The giant lumbered through the smoke and fire strewn landscape, loud explosions far off in the distance. Mayhem, destruction, death, Chaos. All around the beast he looked and the great Rebellion had lent to this unnamed world untold destruction, obliteration, decimation. There was a resistance here though, that despite all tactics, would not repent, would not heel, would not die. Thus, it was a champions job to squash such opponants. Mere mortals who were not unto the path of enlightenment (in Sigma's words) could not stop such a resourceful force as Omni; esspecially when he posed such weapons as the Meta.

While Daxton (he didn't know him) awaited within the shadows, the alien sun gleamed off of the black and red armor of the 10 foot tall monstrocity. His boat like feet stepped over corpses, and crushed through stones beneath, too weak to bear his weight. He looked around, continually scanning, waiting for resistance. Sigma whispered in his ears as he began to march on forward, to whatever destination was his objective. Completely exposed to the enemy.

 

[Daxton Bane]

@The Meta
[If possible could you place a @Daxton Bane at the top of the post? This would alert me when its my turn to post again and allow me to easily track which threads need a reply to. Thanks!]

Ten foot tall lumbering piece of metal, awesome perhaps to the uninitiated, but to Daxton it merely meant a much easier target to hit. Through the scope he could see the fracture lines through the Force. Shatterpoint allowing him to spot the droids weakest links as he pondered where to strike first. Aiming carefully, Daxton fired three rounds in rapid succession.

The beauty of Shatterpoint was that it did not matter what the material being targeted was. The fracture lines through the force showed Daxton where he needed to hit to inflict grievious and catastrophic damage. Even as the sith knight moved to his next position, sending a decoy to emit false life readings in the opposite direction as he masked his presence with the Force.

 

[The Meta]

OCC: You got it @[member="Daxton Bane"]

Ehh, wait a second...

Three slugs blew out large sections from both of the droids [The Meta] knee joints,

It's Non-canon, but that doesn't mean you can decide the outcome for me. Edit this out.

IC: Three shots range through the air as he lumbered forward. All aimed for the knees. Did he not think that they would have foreseen the weakness in such a giant? Surely, if such a person existed as The Meta, his most vulnerable part of his body would surely be armored more so than the rest of the Armor. There were three hits, all critical, but the joints themselves were incredibly durable, and remained (though very damaged) still. He stumbled slightly, from the damage, and his subservient droids dispersed to find the perpetrator so that The Meta could personally execute them, starting from the knees... up. He gripped his bladed grenade launcher, and circled. Sigma attempted to broaden the range of his HUD sensory array's but apparently it wouldn't do any good, as a number of life signatures faded in and out in various locations.

Rage filled his head, while Caution kept him at bay, searching for the source of Fear's concern. The Meta reached for his belt, unsure of which type of grenade should be used. What could be sent that would draw his target out? If not for the droids and him being a Cyborg himself, he would have picked up an E.M.P. grenade to disrupt whatever was generating the false information to his sensory arrays. This though would kill him and the droids and the reason why he never carried them. Well then, if the target would not allow him to see his enemy, he would not allow his enemy to see himself either, or get close enough to hurt him. He blasted a thick biological agent into the air, of which The Meta had no concern against, being not only a Cyborg but equipped with some of the best equipment. His vision changed to thermal, as he searched for his enemy. He would not stay hidden for long, and the smog of the poisonous air would render visibility and the survivability of an Organic to enter. He loaded an adhesive grenade to stick his enemy in place, so he could slaughter him.

 

[Daxton Bane]

@[member="The Meta"]

[Sorry my bad, I edited that part out]

As the toxic fumes vented into the space where he was previously, Daxton couldn't help but smile. A logical attack......for a droid. One though that did not take into consideration that his armored as sealed contained suit. Daxton could walk through a cloud of poisonous toxins without fearing contamination at all. Still this would require some sort of reward for his foe after all.

Getting into his secondary spot, he took a small transmitter from his pouch and pressed a button which would activate the pair of dormant Z-2 nunits he had hidden earlier on site. Once they powered up, they would use their lasers to blast through the permacrete wall before unleashing their payloads on any nearby targets.

An excellent distraction, if his prey were were to address the attack, would force him to turn in a forty five degree angle from his current position, giving the Sith Knight another clear opportunity to fire three more times at the same spot before moving again to his third sniper's position, while deploying more decoys to make it appear that it was more than one person making the attack.

 

[The Meta]

@[member="Daxton Bane"] (thanks)

The Meta circled around, the cloud of poison moving around him as the behemoth walked. His thermal sensors were picking up something in the distance, and he was almost brought himself to fire an incendary grenade. However, just before a wall nearby exploded into shrapnel, he picked up two new signatures. It wasn't a whole lot of time to react, but as the wall collapsed he turned to fire, but loaded a CarBan Grenade and fired. It exploded and spread on the droids like wild fire, freezing up joints and making its armor brittle. He turned again to where the original signature was found, while his droid's went to destroy the immobilized droids. However, as this was done he stumbled forward while the same knee from before was once again bombarded by three shots. This one was from a 45 Degree differential from the last signature he had aquired, which was an additional 45 degrees from the the direction of where he was first struck.

The enemy was mobile. A smart tactic of Gurrila Warfare, hit and run. However though, from the statistics, Sigma had estimated approximately where the next strike would be coming from. While his knee was further damaged (severly in fact) he prepared his weapon for that Incendiary grenade he promised the sniper. He was fairly immobile, but that didn't matter so much. The Meta thought he knew where he was, thanks to sigma's calculations, giving him the advantage of being able to simply ignore the decoy's and false signatures that had been detected. He grunted in amuzement.

"He's ours!" Said Malice. Sigma however, interrupted

"Remember Meta, your prime objective is not to kill." Fear then spoke up.

"But we are threatened!" Logic backed him up.

"Already our leg is severly damaged! Another hit like before is sure to breach the armor! Whoever this is, must be eliminated as a threat."

"Do what you must, but at least attempt at following the objective. A high kill count is not nessissary to Omni's, and our goals." Sigma finished his conversation with the Meta.

 

[Daxton Bane]

@[member="The Meta"]
Logic would dictate that a sniper vacate his nest once it was compromised. By that reasoning, one could make a reasonable assumption based on certain factors where he would probably be. One did not expect a sniper to relocate himself three floors up from his last position, which is exactly what Daxton had done, placing the snipers rifle on a stand allowing him to fire it remotely at a level akin to the droids head.

Still cloaked in the force, which rendered him invisible to sight as well as most sensors, Daxton stealthly moved to the ground floor and stalked his prey. Once he got into position, he would use his remote to fire the rifle and hopefully cause his prey to level its weapon arms at his supposed position. That would be the moment when he would strike, leaping up to separate them by using a double lightsaber strike at its elbow joints, when it leveled its weapon arms outward. Well at least that was the plan, so far the droid has been cooperating so he hoped to disarm it and then blend back into the shadows for another strike.

 

[The Meta]

@[member="Daxton Bane"]

As Daxton began to disappear from his sensor's, the glorified droid became confused, questioning his A.I.'s calculations. The other distractions remained, in their respective directions. He lay in wait to the expected location he proposed, to find nothing happening. Suddenly a warning flared, and he lept in a random direction to avoid the bolt that would have killed him. He turned with his Milkor Brute ready to fire, but then raised it for protection as a rather ugly animal with a familiar laser sword, jumped at him or his arms. His ultrachrome blade made a perfect counter as he stepped back, to disengage for a more strengthened rebuttle. His droids were nearly finished breaking up what was left of the snipers distraction. After they finished and the sniper shot had missed their commander, they then turned and proceeded to counter snipe, with questionable success. Regardless however, they would mindlessly leave their commander for the next objective while the Giant would lay siege to a most trust worthy castle, a feat he loved to accomplish. Jedi's were all the same no matter what color they fly as.

He awaited to block the next attack.