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 | | Subject: One Man War Chapter Seventeen: The Grandfather Pact Fri Oct 15, 2010 10:22 am | |
| The current Ch.17 for One Man War, the first of three series in the One Man War Saga. Ch.17 takes place at the end of One Man War, right before Shattered Skies begins. -Yes I'm putting up an ending. One Man War is a seven year-old thing I've created, which to this day is still mostly in my head, being optimised. The only written parts to One Man War are Ch.0, the prelude, and Ch.17, the current ending. Ch.2 is in the works, but is far from being enough to post places. As such, Ch.17 is the only part worth putting up. Don't troll me because I'm putting up an ending without anything else- the One Man War Saga is still going, so Ch.17 is merely a closing to one arc. (If I can find them, I might scan in my comic sheets of Ch.1 and put them up, assuming the granite hasn't smeared all over the page by now. They aren't terribly good if you don't know what One Man War is, and the later ones sort of miss the point of having them, diving into senseless comedy rather then providing a storyline.) The One Man War Saga Project is in need of some assistance. S3 Studios needs help creating Aerospace Vessels for Project Shattered Skies, the second part of the Saga, a character/Vessel or two for Project Neko-25, and character lowdowns for Project Modern Zombies. (For PMZ, The character numbers have already been determined, as have their basic roles; what is left to do is to give them backgrounds. Currently, only four out of the 32-strong cast (excluding Mark and Dawson) have been identified.) Without further ado, OMW:Ch.17:TGP - Spoiler:
SDD Comics Presents:
Series Finale
One Man War Chapter Seventeen
In Final Days- The Grandfather Pact
Recap: Snpr Mk.7 has confronted his precessor, Snpr Mk.7 EX1, in EX1’s stronghold on Parus. After a freak moving battle between the two, resulting in Mk.7 realizing that he is slowly loosing, they stopped in the deepest area of the stronghold, a giant courtyard that mimicked the one at the BioAndroid lab. Taking the courtyard into his thoughts, he realized that EX1 was actually not truly acting against the BA’s, but rather, he was out for something else, attacking the BA’s to hide some deep shame. EX1 noticed this, and told Mk.7 his story. He told him about how devastated he was when he saw Mk.7’s face become deformed, as he had not wished that his kin would look anything like him, as he knew that if it would, it would not be able to live the way EX1 wished it could. He told of his reaction, and his reasons for the First Gen Massacre. He told of how he wished he did not have to do that. Mk.7 intervened at that moment to inform EX1 that he had revived the First Gens. EX1 then said that he was genuinely surprised that he had done that, and that he had thought them to be figments of his shattered psyche. He had not fathomed that they would actually be real, and has questioned why Mk.7 revived them. Mk.7 responded by telling EX1 about something he learned from his early days of activation, about humans. He told EX1 that some humans, the ones that were often looked up to, did not care for external looks, or cared more about the inside, meaning the person themselves. He had adapted to this form of thinking, and after that had considered that all the First Gen’s appearance to be unimportant. This thought concept had been solidified in his mind after an entire group of humans that had not escaped from a large-scale war had come out of their hiding places, and had launched into a lengthy bombardment of comments. Mk.7, newly upgraded, had realized that these humans were not saying what they were saying because they were saved, but because they truly meant it. They had looked past their outer looks to their persons, and several had commented on their looks in such a way to ensure that the thought concept was to be ingrained forever. After a lengthy discussion about their pasts, Mk.7 saw some of his old precessor come out from behind the shield of unfortunate hate that he realized how to defeat him.
And such begins the final saga of the two…
Looking up from the ground, EX1 sighed, and removed all that his kin had said to effect his process.
“It matters not what you have said, the decision to believe that the First Gen.’s will never be socially accepted will not change in my mind. It doesn’t matter if you’ve revived them all, they cannot revive if you are not there to do so! Nothing you can say will stop me from ending your life and everyone else’s life. Give up your useless crusade, and submit yourself. We should not exist as such harsh beings. Although at one point it would have pained be to take your life, I can do so now without a second thought because of what you said. In anyone else it would have make them foolishly end their cause, but with me, all you have done is increase my resentment towards the damnned lab. I know that you have noticed that this room is identical to that in the lab. However, I do not keep it here as a sign of respect, I keep it here to remind me daily of the damned lab that screwed up our appearance. I wanted you to be able to roam free in the social world after your exit from service without being shunned for your appearance. Even though you have told me that you have made great leaps towards that goal despite having the same appearance, it will not do. There will still be people to look down on you regardless of what you do. Now end this useless struggle and die already!” EX1 screamed as he drew the giant Godhand, the same sword he used to destroy the entire First Gen. BA’s almost three billion years ago.
“God dammit EX! I know that our purpose has been solely for war, but stop this you fool! I’ve come to terms that there will always be people who shun us for our looks, but that is no matter! Nobody and nothing is perfect! We’re war machines for crying out loud! It doesn’t matter what we look like, we’re going to be looked down upon solely because we have bloodied our entire beings by participating in wars! Hell, the public knows more then well enough that I myself have killed billions of people in decidedly brutal ways, even at one point, the workers at the lab, yet they still can look up to me. The human I have integrated with is also that way. Dear Ocean has found his own mass of people who the general public would either look down on or pity, and has looked past their lesser points at the positive traits. His partner is the biggest example of this, as his partner is a damn cripple, and has been plagued by some of the most brutal conditions a human can go through aside from death. The other soul I contain is that of a hero who defied the law of nature and survived from his encounter with your BioTerror machines. This soul refused to submit to vanishing away, even though it was aged well past its host’s limits. It held on, technically long dead, and ultimately survived for nearly half a billion years. And this hero was not attacked for his complete lack of any middle torso organs, or his aged appearance. And rest assured, I have the most powerful spirit looking up to us. The Universal Spirit also resides within this body, and although does not take sides in these matters, it had said nothing but positive things about what others think of us. I have made great leaps into complete acceptance, so there is no need to end us! And yes, I noticed the room, but I have noticed another thing that I never would have before. And this other discovery has ensured that you will not be able to destroy the others ever again, or myself. Had it not been for your continued respect for our kind, however small, I would not have been able to notice this other thing.” Mk.7 responded, relaxing as he finished his analysis of EX1.
“You have spewed forth torrents of useless facts. I have told you that you cannot sway me, yet you still try. I am becoming bored of this useless display. Although I know I will win, I do see your potential to drag this fight on. In response, I will finish this quickly by doing THIS!” EX1 screamed, ploughing the Godhand into the ground, and activating a hidden system in the room. In the next instant, four giant lumps came forth from the ground, and as they rose it was clear that they were BioTerrors. But these BT’s were like none other. Standing a full 3,000 meters tall, they were easily ten times taller then the regular ones.
“Exactly as I expected you to do my friend. However, you failed to take into account what I might have seen to defeat you. Throw whatever you wish at me, it will not make a difference,” Mk.7 started, his voice changing into a triple echo as a blood red light shone up from the floor around him, and a white, shining rounded form slowly grew beside him.
“for in the name of the First Generation BioAndroid, System Nanobot Persona R, A, G, E Mark Seven, first kin of System Nanobot Persona R, A, G, E Mark Seven Experimental One, I call forth the lost soul of the latter named to my side!” Mk.7 continued, his voice tripling in volume, and the white form growing brighter and larger.
“Personality, Psychology, Mentality, Appearance.”
A large blood red circle appeared in front of Mk.7. The words appeared North, East, West then South.
“Possibility, Concept, Thought, Actuality.”
A second circle appeared inside the first. The words appeared South, West, East then North.
“Width, Depth, Distance.”
A third circle appeared inside the second. The words appeared Southwest, Southeast then North.
“Life and Death are connected to Destiny.”
A fourth circle appeared inside the third. The words again appeared Southwest, Southeast then North.
“Existence cannot be so, without Perception.”
A fifth circle appeared inside the fourth. Existence West, Perception East.
“And only the passage of Time may change which has been said.”
The word appeared in the center.
“But above all, even Time, rests the omnipresent factor that governs all that is, and all that is not. That factor is absolute in its position, unwavering in its resolve, and unbroken in its being. It is that which I call forth to complete that which governs the laws of the universe. I call forth, to the Pure Seal, the eternal factor of Logic!!!” Mk.7 finished, his eyes widening, his whole body radiating light, and the form beside him radiating itself in its growth. The Pure Seal reacted to this final beckon, as a large symbol descended in front of it, at which point it locked into place, the Seal shuddered forward and grew into arbitration, the form expanded as well, and the whole room was bathed in an instantaneous light that seem to come from every direction at once.
“What?! This cannot be possible! No machine can possibly call forth the Pure Seal!” EX1 exclaimed, uselessly shielding his eyes.
“And that, my friend, is where you would be mistaken. I am not a machine. In my body rests two biological souls, as well as the Spirit of the universe. It is because of the souls and my biological reaction to the death of all the First Gen.’s that enabled me to recreate them, which drew the Spirit to me. The Spirit is now what enables me to combine my being with the two souls within me and become something completely different.”
“Regardless, even the most trained and dedicated fanatics can’t create the Seal!”
“You would be correct in thinking that. However, I am not bound by the arbitrary laws that prevent anything less then a divine being from calling forth the Seal. With the Spirit I am something even greater then it itself. My wish for this madness to end, and my desire to sacrifice everything is what projects me above all else. It does not take strength or devotion to call forth the Seal for those not divine. It takes a kind of being that is prepared to sacrifice anything and everything, with the more pure of intentions, to call forth the Seal. My wish that the madness should end has no reverse flaws. There is actually nothing bad that will happen should this madness end. Some might say there would be, as of course, I would have no more cause, but that is the genius of my plan to end the madness. The cause that will end the madness will also eliminate the lack of a cause for me, as you will soon become aware of.”
“What mindless babble is this? There is nothing you can do to eliminate a lack of a cause. If you bring forth another cause, you know fair well that it will have created another evil. Surely the gods do not consider that a pure intention.”
“It is not my intention to create a cause for me. As I said, my plan is to remove the lack of a cause. Think about that for a moment. It will become apparent as to what I plan to do.” Mk.7 finished as the light began to fade, and a pre-Mk.7 Snpr Mk.7 EX1 was to be seen beside Mk.7
“How to remove the lack of a cause? That is simply ridiculous. It cannot be done!”
“And another thing. To call forth the Pure Seal one must be, clearly, Pure. And the definition of Pure to the Pure Seal is one who is not bound by the laws of Life and Death. Now, how could I call forth this if I am destined to die someday? I may have defeated Life by being created as a living being from abiotic objects, but that does not rule out Death.”
“What form of madness is this...”
“Of course, it is impossible for a living being to call forth the Pure Seal even with pure intentions. So how have I been able to call it forth, friend? Riddle me that. I have called forth something that I cannot, as I am to succumb to Death someday, and there will be no cause after you are gone.”
“Wait a second- Calling forth myself from before you had been Activate-” EX1 trailed off, suddenly realizing what Mk.7 was about to do.
“You can’t be serious! You, who claim to wish for the madness to end, and claim that nobody should die for no reason would end your own life? Do you realize that by ending your own to take mine, you have thus died for no cause? The reason I am to remain behind is to bear witness to the all the hate alone. I have committed countless sins, and I need to remain behind to beat the weight of the guilt! If you end my life by taking your own, you will have died to prevent me from that needs to be done to me!”
“That is what you think, friend. I do not believe that it is right for you to remain behind for the sole purpose of receiving hate. You may be my enemy, you may have committed countless atrocious sins, but you still do not deserve to life on that way.”
“Yes I do! It is what had to be done. Death will not atone for all that I have done in this world. Even by destroying all the other First Gen.’s I will not atone, as I am freeing you of the oppression to come.”
“You have never once thought about our own fates! We would not be oppressed for what you did! The people have realized who is behind all this, and have clearly made a boundary between us two! You are doing us no good by destroying us!”
“Yes I am!”
“Listen to the words of one who you plan to destroy! Listen to yourself! You’re babbling like a religious devotee! You think you are doing us good when you fail to take into account our own feelings, and what we have done to prevent that! I had hoped initially, to make you atone by remaining alive, as all the rest of us would, but you were persistent on not allowing me to do so! It will be sad to see you go old friend, but you brought this fate upon yourself. Your actions decided your fate. Your refusal to be caught spelt your death. And I will gladly perform that sentence on you myself!”
“As if!” EX1 yelled, hoisting up the Godhand, and rushing Mk.7 alongside his BioTerrors.
“O higher beings that govern the universe, subjects of the absolute Logic, allow me to take this wayward being’s life, and send his soul to you. I have but one humble request to make of you, have mercy on this one’s soul, as he is but an unfortunate victim of a false vigilant delusion. Take pity on his soul. I offer my own in its stead. Uphold the Grandfather Pact, and honor my enemy so!” Mk.7 calmly said, disregarding the looming thread of the Godhand.
And with that, Mk.7 dropped into his combat stance, reversed the sS7 Sword, and drove it hard into the early EX1’s liver, the one weak point the late EX1 failed to take seriously when he hardened himself. As this action killed the early EX1, the Grandfather Pact was completed. The Pact operated on the well-known Grandfather Paradox, which stated that if you killed your own grandfather, you would not exist, and therefore you would not have been able to kill him, but you would not then have killed him, so the whole thing never happened, which went in circles. The Pact defeated the Mobius part of this, and allowed the event to happen.
A lot of the stuff in One Man War is throughly confusing. Don't be afraid to ask for clarification. (Ironically, you could be asking for clarification OF a clarification!) The wording may be weird in some places, but it is easy enough to understand. | |
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