Weapon Schematics:
Character Name: Grifyth
Item category: Operative Dual-Guns
Item Name: Grifyth's Nightmare Phoenix
Weapon effects:
- fires purple and black dark matter bolts
- Scorn aux. packs have the same purple aura as war-augers
- The purple/pink along the weapons pulse slowly away from the demon heart at the center.
- Demon Hearts have the same effect as war-augers
Caption: "Amazed at the wonders of necrotech? You're not alone! For a limited time only, you too can possess these guns for the tiny price of your soul and an eternity of pain." - Demon
THE SECRET HIVE
PART ONE
Grifyth sat shaken on the edge of consciousness. Darkness engulfed him, but the sound of water dripping slowly off in the distance brought him back into the real world. He glanced around and cautiously took in his surroundings. He had fallen down a hole after the Hive Queen he had been pursuing as a member of an elite hostile alien life extermination squad known as Phoenix had collapsed, defeated by Grifyth and his crew. Grifyth realized that after the almost one-ton body of the Alien monstrosity came crashing down to the ground with enough force to cause a small quake that had broken the ground away beneath his feet, casting him further into the depths of the Infested Hive Planet. There was no light this far below the surface. The air was dank and had a musky scent. Soft glows of green and red emanated from strange fungi on nearby rocks, casting an eerie light over the the cavern walls. How many miles had he fallen below the surface? Grifyth wondered grimly.
Fighting the nearly overwhelming dizziness, challenging his throbbing head to think clearly, doing his best to comprehend the situation, when suddenly in the darkness he heard movement. It was exactly the kind of sound he had learned to recognize as a bad omen during his time spent in the brighter surface caves. He dared to don his X-ray visor, and grimaced as he peered through the display as the cave became bright as day. Only to confirm his fears as he looked once more upon his Alien foe.
The thrashes and cracks of chomping mandibles and the screeching of long insecticidal limbs against the cold rock walls were deafening as the alien hoard approached, their exoskeleton armor scraping away against the cold wet stone as they came closer. Realizing he had lost his Napalm Carbine in the quake, Grifyth’s hands instinctively went to his Phoenix - a pair of gold and chrome dual magnums rigged to fire masses of dark matter capable of instantly vaporizing any foe. He groaned. The auxiliary packs were low on power, and he was out of spares. The long hunt for the Alien Queen had taken up most of his weapon’s power and he had not anticipated the sudden and disturbing change of events.
To his horror and dismay he heard the roar of a Hive Queen, and another, and then another, echoing through the cavern halls and shaking the earth beneath his feet, causing rubble and stone to come crashing down from the ceiling above. Fearing the gruesome death that would surely find him had he remained in the area, he began to run as quickly as he could in the opposite direction of the charging Aliens. He ran through mile after mile of darkness and gloom he could feel his legs begin to ache from strenuous pace the vicious hoard of murderous alien were setting. He knew he could not outrun them. Sooner or later he would have to stand, fight, and probably die.
That's when he saw it - a rock ledge a few feet off the ground large enough for one person to stand on and fire into the faces of any unfortunate enemy unwise enough to try to climb up after him. Grifyth scaled the rock and turned in time to see the terrifying noise that had been chasing him through the shadows take shape as a swarming mass of red aliens. The Queen Grifyth could see was herding her red children down the cavern halls towards the rocky perch where Grifyth had chosen to make his final stand. Almost instantaneously they were at the base of the stone pushing and fighting one another, clearly jockeying for the best position to climb up the cavern wall. Every one wanted to be the first to tear into the succulent humanoid flesh that was known to be a delicacy to this particular breed of alien, and to present the maimed corpse to their ruthless queen was an honorable and glorious tradition. The Crimson Alien were famous through out deep space for their brutality and blood lust. Grifyth fired his weapons as soon as one of the aliens began to crest over the the ledge. A single bolt of dark matter vaporized the creature.
Grifyth fired one round after another in rapid succession, carefully targeting the heads of the vicious reds, cackling and taunting the encroaching alien force as flashes from the muzzles of his Chrome Phoenix brilliantly illuminated the cave around him. Grifyth lasted only a couple of minutes before he was completely overrun on all sides. The long insecticidal limbs of his enemies lashed out at him seeking to impale him on their spear-like exoskeleton, but Grifyth masterfully parried and dodged each blow, the tips of his guns adeptly weaving into the openings left by the alien limbs, dark matter flying, turning his enemies to dust around him.
The years he had spent training in the UC Marines, and the experience gained in many battles fought on foreign worlds as a member of Phoenix, on top of a primal instinct to survive guided his dance of death. He had graduated the academy with full military honors and earned the title of Weapons Master, but the weapon Master’s luck finally ran out. The auxiliary packs that powered Grifyth’s weapons went dark, and his chrome phoenix would fire no more. Out of ammunition and fighting desperately he turned his phoenix over in his hands using the pistol handles as clubs Grifyth began smashing in the skulls of the oncoming army of Aliens. He was glad he decided to wear his blade tech on this trip. The armor turned his limbs into weapons. Both legs and arms were equipped with several lethal holo-blades. With each parry, feint, and dodge he put one extremity or another within striking range of the aliens, severing limbs and heads, and cutting the aliens’ soft undersides whenever the opportunity presented itself. The queen came over the ledge, surprising Grifyth and taking the entangled Weapons Master off-guard, sending him flying into the wall at his back with one twist of its dense stone like head.
The wall crumbled from the force of the impact. For the second time this day Grifyth found himself falling into blackness.
DEAL WITH A DEVIL
PART TWO
Grifyth scrambled backwards as he hit the stone floor and snapped his head towards the gaping entrance his body had made as it crashed through the cave’s wall. The Aliens swarmed over every inch, but some sort of invisible barrier was holding them back. Then he heard the telepathic voice of a demon speaking directly to his mind.
“It seems that like myself you have gotten yourself into a bit of trouble." the voice spoke as though it were mocking him.
Enraged but confused, the Weapons Master managed to keep his cool. "You and I are nothing alike, evil one." He replied evenly.
"We are both trapped in the depths of this vile planet forced into hiding or imprisonment.” The demon hissed. “In My case by the traitorous race of Scorn Alien that trapped me here. Those impudent fools actually believed I would not be free one day, but I am eternal and didn’t have to wait long here, when you consider an eternity. Now an opportunity presents itself. There lie your pistols on the ground, powerless, and here is all of my demonic energy trapped in this cave. Now we both might be free if you are willing to make a deal." The demons dark voice resonated through his thoughts hinting at freedom and a cryptic deal.
Grifyth scrutinized every word the demon said, trying to decipher what sort of deal the Demon could possibly want to make. "Get to the catch demon! I’m not interested in spending eternity in this nightmare." He spoke bluntly. He did not enjoy riddles or surprises.
"I will lend you my power - sealing my soul into your weapons, giving them energy and powers the likes of which you have never known!" the demon sounded triumphant. Grifyth was cautious. He had heard from UC Marine scientists that the demon spirits the Scorn enemy utilized as an energy source for their armor and weapons had the power to pervert and corrupt the very essence of the users being, but he also knew there was no other choice if he wanted to get out of and off this terrible planet alive.
"What's in it for you?" Grifyth snapped at the demon within his mind.
"Freedom of course! In exchange for my power, you will release me from your weapons once we escape this place."
The demon had read the man’s thoughts already and knew he would accept before the words left the Weapon Master’s mouth. "I accept you deal, vile creature!" Grifyth roared at the nothingness that engulfed him.
His weapons levitated and the aura of the evil demon emanated from the pistols. The power twisting and shaping the metal into a dark, sinister form. The four hearts of the demon materialized on the sides of both guns, the dark power pulsing along the sides of the weapon that itself was as black as a moonless night.
Grifyth reached out and grasped the new demon-possessed Phoenix in his hands. He felt a sudden burst of adrenaline and power as the ethereal energy of the demon made its way through every fiber of his being. A sudden burst of power from beyond the magical barrier sent a group of the alien aggressors flying into the air. Grifyth shot from the entrance of the chamber like a bullet, the combined power of the demon making him faster and stronger than any average field operative. With the unrivaled rate of fire and damage per second that could be attributed to a demon-powered, fully-automatic set of pistols with dual barrels that were constantly spinning in clockwise-counter-clockwise motion, the Weapon Master rained death upon his enemy.
He exterminated the hoard easily enough, dancing adeptly between his enemies, pistols flashing brilliantly in the dark. He laughed maniacally as he fought his way through the ranks of the Alien Army. There was a very long way to go to get back to the surface. Grifyth fought brutally for every inch, and when he finally made it back to the surface and to his Phoenix headuarters, all were surprised to see him covered in the blood of the native Alien race and in awe of his new-found dual-pistols.
During a debriefing, the demon in the guns learned that the team would next be sent to hunt down the Scorn. There was nothing the evil entity wanted to do more than kill the Scorn. Besides, he had come to like having Grifyth as a host. He told the Weapons master he would stay within the Phoenix for as long as they would be used to destroy the scorn that had imprisoned the evil one for so long.
Grifyth, enjoying his new found strength, was in no hurry to get rid of the Demon...
END
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Author Credits: Xcon-Grifyth
Edittor Credits: Captaintuttle/Xcon-Grifyth
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