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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/KyleKKent on 2024-11-02 22:43:48+00:00.

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Weight of Dynasty

“Alright Mister Mask, this is your show, where do we go!?” Harold calls up as they’re carried up into the sky. A number of the many camera drones that had been recording the concert start following them even as Harold shifts his grip in things and isn’t being carried so much as surfing up the side and into the sky.

“Each one is spewing poison, I need a chemical scan, I need any bombs or robots or whatever defending them taken down and I need it done before it can hit the ground and release it’s death into the city!” The Sorcerer orders from behind his mask.

“Is that it? And here I was worried we’d have a challenge or something. I’ve got a scanner and a boss sword. Launch me.” Harold says and The Sorcerer nods before a wave of his hand has the dust grow into a fingerless glove of woven grass around his right hand.

“I can see and hear through that, call for me and I’ll woodwalk you at will.” The Sorcerer says before the rising pillar splits into five directions, each one angling under a ship. “The sooner we can deal with those poisons the better, but if you take too long it will kill the seeds and the ships will drop and spread the death.”

“Alright, Adept Overwatch, works. You a good shot with a gun?” Harold asks and The Sorcerer suddenly has a full sized coilgun covered in moss. “Works. Send me.”

He’s then literally launched towards one of the falling ships and arrives just as it impacts a cloud, white death trailing after it and leaking over the sides. Causing parts of the cloud to drop.

“I’m a little less reckless.” Hart’Ghuran states as he afixes a small breathing mask to his face. “All of you.”

“Why do you have these?” The Sorcerer asks as he’s also passed a breathing mask.

“A fair amount of my family died to asphyxiation. If I expect to be on a spaceship then you can assume I have enough for everyone at any given moment.”

“And him.”

“I recognized him as a human. Likely whatever this poison is he considers it pleasant in some capacity…”

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Harold climbs onto the ship and forces open the side door then coughs a bit at the disgusting and oddly sweet smell. “Gasoline and burnt rubber? This isn’t playing around.”

“…Hydrogen, Oxygen, Carbon and Chlorine… this pattern is… big. You getting this Sorcerer buddy? The big hitters in this is the Chlorine and the Carbon that’s helping it in. If you can do something about those two then this should be…” Harold says before he shifts by sheer reflex as a blast of plasma erupts from a nearby wall and then nothing follows it. He glances around and spots… nothing. “Be careful, the ship parts are trapped.”

That done he tucks away the Chemical scanner and sends out an Axiom, pulse. It gives him an idea of the shape of the place and then uses his thumb to pop his sword out ever so.

His hand blurs. The sword sings through the air and metal screams as it’s pierced then torn apart. The effect of the blade is extended and the entire ship segment is opened like a shucked clam as the dust rushes in while screaming with Axiom. It absorbs and swallows the gasses before the chunks of ship suddenly vanish.

Harold lands on the flying dust cloud and is held aloft. Just in time to catch a massive laser burst to his face.

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“Which one of you fired on that man!?” Traffic Control screams to the defence control on the opposite side of the control chamber. A routine day of work had gone DRAMATIC in short order and very few of them were handling it well.

“It was my interceptor drone but it wasn’t me! It’s just… it’s not responding to me anymore!”

“None of them are!”

“Kill the control signal! We’ve been compromised!” Traffic Control calls out and things quickly reset. Interceptor Drones stop launching, but a dozen are already in the air and moving fast. “Figure out how we’ve been hacked and trace back who did it! We’re nailing their hide to the wall!”

“Ma’am! Shit’s happening on live TV!” One of the Controllers says as she holds up her communicator to show that The Five Flyz had used their own stage cameras to watch an areal battle including sorcerers, alien super-soldiers and ROYALTY.

The head controller starts clutching at her chest as the sheer stress of the situation hits her hard. “Someone! AnYOne! Get in coNTact with THEM! Inform them of… our…”

She collapses.

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“Why are they attacking us!?” Hart’Ghuran demands after a blast of his warfire counters a plasma barrage creating a temporary star in the sky composed of white plasma and blue warfire.

“I don’t care who’s arm you have to twist or how hard you twist it! Get me answers!!” Tryti’Margat coutright screams into her communicator.

“Your highness! We just got through! The drones are hacked by an unknown party! No more will be launched but we don’t know who is doing this or why! You’re surrounded by a dozen hostile ships!”

“Rip them out of the skies! Our enemies have stolen these weapons! Tear them apart!” Tryti’Margat calls out before a drone shoots overhead, upside down and with a figure having rammed his hand into the control mechanisms. He jumps off it and onto the cloud. It’s Harold, the drone he just literally hacked into spirals away and then crashes directly into another.

“Two down. Ten left.” Harold says before looking to The Sorcerer and grinning. “That little coilgun won’t do much against these. Think you can handle this?”

He then pulls out a massive cannon from inside his jacket that with it’s heavily reinforced shoulder rest is revealed to be bigger than Harold himself. “If you can, then only shoot when the backstop is the blackness of space. The stations in orbit can take a missed shot, they’re rated for meteors after all. Buildings and civvies aren’t.”

“What is that monster!?” Hart’Ghuran demands before blocking another Plasma attack. This time with Tryti’Margat’s help as the interceptors try to strafe them with a wide firing arc.

“This is the Undaunted Pop Gun, so named because if you do not have a silence effect the sound of it’s firing will pop your eardrums. If you hold it wrong while firing it, it will pop your shoulder out of it’s socket, and anything smaller than a battleship can be expected to pop like a grape in just a few shots.”

Arden’Karm removes his mask and stares as he slots it on backwards. Making him look like he’s staring behind himself. Then everyone ducks as a laser burst screams through the middle of them, but they avoid getting hit. “No way in any god’s name that thing can hold more than one shot.”

“Here’s another four.” Harold says hauling out a bandoleer of gigantic bullets. Each one clearly custom forged and each one engraved in such a way that a word can be vaguely seen in the side in Galactic Trade. From the top they’re engraved with Pain, Panic, Chaos and Mania.

“… What’s the one in the barrel named?”

“Mercy.”

“Really?”

“One shot one kill is pretty merciful.”

“You scare me human.”

“I scare myself.” Harold says in a joking tone. “Anyways, the ships? We need to…”

There is a roar as Umah decides she’s had enough waiting and a gigantic smilodon with a serpents tail leaps onto one of the harrying interceptors and begins chewing through the automated drone. “Nine left.”

Thomp! BOOM! A thick payload of barely bottled plasma is launched straight up and at just the right time for another interceptor to slam into it, melting the front cone and control mechanisms. Cuasing it to spiral out of control and crash into the dunes just beyond the city’s edge.

“Hmm… still not as long ranged as I’d like, but plasma mortars are looking possible.” Dumaih notes as she looks into her weapon again.

“Well done Seramali, oh when I find the woman responsible for this I am going to make a public spectacle of them.” Tryti’Margat says. “Concentrate on those poisons sorcerer, they’re the main issue. My mother’s warriors will be here shortly no doubt. But I will have my fill first.”

That said she runs off to the edge of the dust cloud and then leaps off and while she does NOT land on an interceptor she lets out a massive plume of blue warfire that clings to the machine and destroys it’s steering mechanisms. She then adjusts her fall to land as safely as she can.

“I’ll get to cracking the other parts open so you can dispel that poison. Watch my back people.” Harold says before racing to the edge of the cloud and leaping off. An Interceptor comes screaming for him, but there is a sudden crashing sound as it’s shattered by something too fast to see. He glances back and sees Arden’Karm with the Pop Gun properly set to his shoulder and already looking for and finding the release so he can reload.

Another comes and this time he deals with it himself. His sword is brought out and the two halves of the interceptor tumble through the air and hopefully hit no one below. Another starts bombarding plasma and lasers at him as he’s identified as a massive threat, understandably he IS a massive threat, but it’s suddenly laid low as a tiny figure slams into it from the side and it’s wings shift into massive stabbing blades that perforate the entire vessel. It starts falling in a controlled glide.

“Imma make sure that th…

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