Today we have two curious and mostly new characters. Dexter Omni, a self-proclaimed god who has the ability to create numerous soldiers to fight for him.
Then Genesis, a robot hellbent on the improvement of all machine-kind.
So, let's begin, shall we?
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“..." Omni's throat hums nearly inaudible in monotone, his crystalline dark blue eyes brushing over the image of his mother as the intern hands him back the portrait, head down and eyes loyally subverted. His mother's pose reclusive in itself, her bobbed hair shaggy and unkempt as the children at her side hug her stringy ankles. Her faux, lip-enveloped grin just convincing enough to avoid the infamous beating which began the downward spiral; clothing so overbearingly baggy to avoid “unwanted onlookers".
“This woman... beautiful, is she not?" Omni motions to his intern uncharacteristically, absent-mindedly allowing his emotions to get the better of him as the humble servant agrees whole heartedly, never so much as lifting their head to meet eyes with The Sovereign. His aforementioned siblings, younger brother and elder sister, stand beside “Ma"(as they so often referred to her) with faces still and dull, no intention of hiding their true feelings behind seemingly innocent and ignorant adolescent faces. It doesn't take long nor does it shock Omni to realise he is not present in the photo...as with all the photos thus far, though perhaps he may have just been off tending to the hens but then again... who can say?
The diamond earrings wedged into Omni's earlobes vibrate incessantly as the whirring of police sirens echoes from outside the home, their leader booming on loudspeaker as Dexter proceeds to place down the stained photograph; his brother's dried blood on the cracked corners as familiar as ever as he proceeds to exit the torn and tattered pathway.
“Reports say terrorist activity is due any moment on the premises..." Drones whoever heads the S.W.A.T as Omni wades through the sea of heavily armored men and women, his bright red leather jacket and lanky figure a hefty contrast from the hulking troopers now surrounding the grounds once known as the good ol' family farm.
“My opponent, it would seem, jumped far too quickly at the chance to fight me on infamously familiar territory. However this is all fake...and he is at every disadvantage imaginable here. Let's see how good a show he can put on for my adoring subjects." Omni begins his analysis of the situation immediately, the BMICS tucked into his back pocket buzzing as he takes shelter in his usual hiding spot atop and inside the hollow water tower, the police outside shouting orders to one another as a loud thud shakes the entire farm.
“Cops, huh? Wonder where they were back then..."
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“Look, can we make this quick, tin can?!" Omni's voice echoes over the bustling farm, his tone lined dangerously thick with a lack of enthusiasm almost enough to discourage his many viewers. “It's not that I'm having a bad time, which I am, my beautiful personality just can't stand contestants who are far too slow and durable to make things interesting. Hurry up and find me, kill me, or destroy my device or whatever the fuck you're here for so I can get off this Dex-forsaken land."
The metallic colusses disregards the host's attitude, worry non-existent in it's systems as it proceeds to squeeze both life and blood from of the puny bodyguard' s throat; the remnants of the wheezing passage resembling little more than a scrunched up juicebox as another pair of bodyguards strike Genesis in unison, each with furrowed brows as their shock batons hold no effect against the gargantuan suit of metal alloy.
“DIFFERENT SIDES! He's too slow to reac-" A single militant individual's chest implodes in mere seconds, unable to question the close range attack speed of the giant as his limp corpse splitters across the battlefield. Genesis takes its time to readjust its trench coat and fedora as it rears back it's once shining leg appendage(now riddled with the remains of the bodyguard's chest cavity), only to be knocked off balance briefly as a bullet from atop the barnyard penetrates the robot's armored shoulder. The slits in Genesis' eyes would have narrowed if they were able, however the robot can only let out a boredom rich “hmph" as it proceeds to wrap a death grip around the only remaining bodyguard left, unable to flee in his shaking boots.
“THAT'S RIGHT, ASSHOLE! ANTI-MATERIAL! LOAD ME UP, JOANNES! GOING FOR THE HEADSH-!" Both Joannes and the enthusiastic sniper find themselves having a bad day as the crippled, mangled bodyguard's carcass sends them flying from atop the barn, taking parts of the red and white building with them as they each crash somewhere far far away towards the feigning horizon. The farm's once semi-peaceful atmosphere now officially shattered, Genesis receives no moment of rest as a humvee lined with explosives come barreling in his direction with no intention of stop, the driver strapped in without regrets as his mad laughter drowns out the ticking.
“Large capacity of ordnance detected. Dodge necessary." The analysis itself a little less than instant, the lack of internet connection finally begins to take its toll on the metallic mammoth as the behemoth attempts to devise a solution to its impending demise.
“Insufficient time available for combat roll. Time until detonation approximately..." Genesis acts ahead of the analysis, his metallic figure diving towards the car and wasting no time wrapping his arms around the inferior tactician's vehicle, only his systems whirring and gears grinding prior to swirling around and releasing the relatively lightly armored threat in no real desired direction.
The front and roof of the home adjacent to the barn is decimated before anyone can avoid it, the S.W.A.T members taking cover both inside and outside instantly swallowed underneath the massive rubble as Genesis proceeds towards the chicken coop with a suddenly less dense hail of bullets to deny his advance(though the trench coat will definitely need to be replaced). Those not crushed underneath Dex Omni's childhood are scorched alive by the massive explosion far to intense for anyone caught to endure; even Genesis himself raising his covered left arm slightly to impede the force of the event as he moves.
“We get it, big guy. You wreck everything in the name of- who cares. Blah blah blah, LET'S GET SOME MORE EXPLOSIONS OUT THERE! FOR THE FANS!" On queue the God known as Omni's command is executed, a narrow and suspiciously accurate rocket sending Genesis onto his back as his armor finds itself horrendously torn.
“Heavy damage sustained. Cause: Shredder Rocket. Effect: Armor penetrated." The analysis itself choppy and weak, Genesis rises to his feet nonchalantly only to be hindered significantly once more by a bouncing thrown hand grenade. The explosion demands an arm, and Genesis' damaged figure complies reluctantly, the metal construct attempting to use the sudden loss in weight to its advantage as it seemingly rises much quicker and into a short trot towards the chicken coop.
“Time- Time is of the essence." Genesis' systems sputter, bullets ricocheting off its still plated back as the construct proceeds to tear the top off the chicken coop with a blind zeal as the S.W.A.T member crouched down within proceeds to simply...sit there. Unmoving and uncaring, squatted down as if he himself is the hen attempting to lay an egg.
“He actually fell for the decoy! Holy shit!" Omni can be physically heard rolling against metal as his laughter envelops the entire battlefield, drowning out the gunfire absolutely as Genesis begins to trace back his error. “You honestly thought someone as magnificent as I would be dumb enough not to expect infrared sensors on a super computer?! Inferior technology jumping to conclusions and taking shortcuts as always. Allow my grace to relay to you the phrase: 'man is a slow, sloppy, and brilliant thinker; the machine is fast, accurate and,[above all else], stupid!' You, my metallic, oversized subject, have abandoned your better half for reasons I will never understand. I may abuse my otherwise amoral superior technology, but we as one are able to make spectacular things such as this possible! Machine without man! Laughable! My genius and gorgeous brain can't even begin t- Hey! What is it you're attempting now?" Omni is cut short by a now dented, shredded, and ticking Genesis wrapping his only remaining hand around the still, controlled S.W.A.T member lying in the chicken coop.
The life being crushed from the human is a given, but it's the positioning of the lifeless husk in Genesis' grasp that truly piques Omni's curiosity; the automaton takes off in a sprint, actually running as best to his ability as he stops abruptly before launching the man's body as if itself a spear, the hardened tactical helmet atop his wobbly head piercing the altitudinous water tower at a force more than sufficient to bring the entire thing spiralling down! It's supports crumple and ultimately buckle underneath it's craning weight, Omni's face creasing with shock as he holds onto the enclosed, flat walls for dear life.
“Then it is here...we both will fall." Genesis' system's sputter as one of his gears are knocked loose from the barrage of bullets at range far beyond his reach, his figure suddenly shambling towards the cascading water tower. It's impact against the ground is, much to robot's dismay, anti-climactic. However, the crash itself he suspects should be more than enough to lay waste to a few of Omni's limbs or at most his handheld device; the very reason Genesis had accepted the devil's infamous invitation in the first place.
“WHAT?! THERE'S NO MAN INSIDE THE SUIT!"
“MAYBE THE LEGS, THEN! TAKE OUT THE LEGS!"
“NO, YOU IMBECILES! IT'S THE HEAD! AIM FOR THE HEAD!
The armed militants shout confused orders to one another, unable to come to a consensus as the reign of bullets ceases. Genesis looks in their direction, the narrow slits in his "face" analysing their frantic emotions riddled with worry, almost envious as the orb in his skull attempts to access the internet once more.
“Wireless connection available. Searching..." Genesis turns his entire body and begins his limp in their direction, the S.W.A.T too focused on arguing to notice his advance... save for one single man who charges through the commotion with shredder rocket primed and ready for release.
“Now playing: Kirby Dubstep Remix. Sound quality: Low. Internet connectivity: Dwindling." The music is much more hushed and skips more than the automaton is able to enjoy, though the metallic construct simply cannot seem to care as the young S.W.A.T member kneeling before him is taken aback due to the release of his fatal rocket. The music only just begins to pick up, and with the rocket mere moments from impact against the colussus' skull, Genesis can only mutter one last thing as death's embrace envelops its automated consciousness.
“Lag."
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Dexter Leanne Omni takes his time rising from the wreckage, first checking for tears in his crimson jacket and premium boots before finally going over his skin for damage. The BMICS console, nestled gently in his back pocket, goes into self-automated shutdown as the S.W.A.T team's cars fade into the now twilight horizon.
“Thank Me not a hair has been harmed on my pretty little... hea-." Omni, at a loss for words, drops his hand from smoothing out his hair to stare down the remains of the replica that was once an admittedly accurate rendition his home. His dark blue eyes and dirty blond hair shaking uncontrollably in the moderate breeze as his once lazy hands tighten into fists.
“If I could go back...If I could have saved them all, damnit...would I still be the way I am? I'd go back in time and throttle my father with my own hands if I had the option...but I don't... I know time doesn't work that way so why... why in God's name am I crying?!" The tears cascade from Omni's now shining cheekbones, his chest tight and legs wobbling as images of his mother's bloodied and bruised face as well as his brother's limp limbs resurface. The defeated, scarred look in his sister's eyes every time she and their father got over with one of their infamous "private talks".
He had beaten them all, his father, and all those who suffered were so much better people than Dexter... so why was he the one fated to survive it all? Why was he the one to finally end their father's reign? Why is he the one who has been forced to go on alone? The intern once at Omni's side trapped underneath the rubble and skewered by the water tower's crunched metal can feel their spirit twist and turn as Dex looks up to heavens and screams, his throat straining itself and heart throbbing as the blood underneath his skin roasts in it's veins.
“Oh how the mighty hath fallen, he who hath slain his father, the previous unloving God." A voice silences Omni, the Gracious Host's body trembling uncontrollably as he falls to his knees lonely and drained. Without raising his head, Omni asks the voice of its origin, to which the voice echoes before the fallen Host.
“I am but a mere message relayed to he who proclaims dominion over this faux realm. I am neither glitch, nor unit, for I am none other than a mere man who speaks from beyond your wretched device. You have been marked by three of the seven relics, Dexter Leanne Omni. Consider thyself honored, for when all is full and thy number is drawn, you're reign shall come to end. Sencarn sends his regards. May you find peace before your demise."
Just as it came, the voice fades into the sudden midnight hush; Omni only able to collapse into the dirt before he himself fades into a shattered, pathetic reality. [/spoiler]
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Dexter heard the voice of his intern over a two-way radio. He was working at his desk, preparing his next set of hosts. However, he had plenty of time before his next show would air. He scooted away from the desk, and turned to his theater-sized screen. He held out his remote and pressed the corresponding buttons.
What appeared on screen was most definitely not the sight he expected. He saw an autonomous robot walking through a street and carefully turning every car in front of him on it’s side. It was also odd, the robot seemed adamant about not killing any civilians. It’s every action was to move forward, the vehicles were merely inconvenient yellow tape to him.
The news lady went on to describe what the picture meant, “There is a robot uptown clearing a path through the city. Amongst the problems this has caused includes traffic jam, car damage, and non-fatal injuries to many people. Though there have been no casualties, the area is still highly dangerous. Radios are now sending out broadcasts to residents to flee the area. Police say they have no knowledge of the responsible character and that they have no intent on engaging hi-”
The rest of the words faded while Dex redirected his attention to the radio on his desk. He pressed the button on the side and asked his intern a question, “Why exactly did you notify of this?”
“Uhh, well you see sir… he’s headed right towards ou