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Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

Marshal Drake.. that was a name she hadn't heard in quite some time. The moment her superior spoke his name she peered out from around the ATV to get a good look at him. She had only met him once or twice, never personally, although it was more than enough to know what an important guy he was. Her mind started to wander, and her gaze flickered toward the object in question. Is something like that really this important? She mumbled to herself while she watched the exchange from afar. She understood though better than most of the people around her that people had become desperate. Even some of the most influential people had begun showing their hand to the world. Something that, a few years ago, would've seemed like a joke. Gwendolyn unscrewed the top of the canteen she had grabbed, taking a quick sip of the refreshing water. Who knows how long the negotiations would last? ' It's none of my business anyway.. I just hope we get out of here soon before anything bad happens. ' She thought to herself, exerting a small sigh. She debated with herself about the outcome of such a event, only to have her thoughts halted once more by the echoing cry of a bullet flying past the ATV, directly into her superior's shoulder. Gwendolyn jumped up almost instantly, a foolish thing to do of course under enemy fire. Sir! She tried to move quickly toward Hemmingway, but was halted by the rain of bullets that seemed to surround them almost instantaneously after the sniper. Gwendolyn ducked back down behind the ATV to avoid as much fire as she could. She knew full well in a battle of fire power, what she had was NOT going to be enough. She quickly scrambled around the already bloody battlefield in order to find something better to defend herself with. She saw in one of the ATV's, the body of one of the other girls that had come with them. An unused assult rifle still in her hands. She looked around before taking off quickly toward the body.
Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

If anything, Gwendolyn had speed on a majority of the soldiers that tried to block her path. She managed to weave through most of them while she sprinted toward the body. Eventually she reached her destination and skidded to a halt beside the now unused ATV. Sorry Angela.. She muttered before she pried the assault rifle from the stiff fingers of her deceased comrade. Once she had her hand wrapped around the trigger, she turned her body back toward the battle. It was a split second too late though and she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. Gwendolyn cried out and nearly dropped the gun. Her legs slid out and she ducked back down behind the ATV to examine her wound. It appeared that a stray knife from battle had embedded itself in her shoulder. The bullets around her made it it obvious that she had no time to think. She brought her free hand up and in one quick movement ripped the blade from her shoulder. Gwendolyn hissed in pain while she tossed it aside. Damnit.. Damnit damnit! Right as she was about to reenter the fray, the silence had become almost deafening. The bullets had come to a complete halt, as did the rest of the fighting. She peered around the ATV, and what she saw made her breath catch in her throat. It's that man... Her entire body tensed up, the pain momentarily forgotten. That guy is their leader... It took all of her control not to attack him right then and there. She knew it was a death warrant, and what exactly did she have to lose? But deep down there was a lingering fear within her, one that kept her in place behind the ATV for now while the scene unfolded in front of her. She wasn't entirely sure who the machines belonged to, but whoever it was definitely caught the rage of the Enforcer leader. Before she knew it, the battle had begun again. She fired off a few rounds at the soldiers that had noticed her position, but the pain her shoulder made it a bit difficult. Gwendolyn needed to move again. Her legs extended and she shifted away from the ATV, only to catch her first real sight of the battlefield. Her stomach sank, and her vision blurred. It was the same.. nearly exactly the same as before. Her muscles stiffened again and she was completely unable to move. With ragged breathing she backed down just a bit. No... Of course, with her momentary lapse in judgement, she was unable to see the enemies closing in behind her.
Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

Before any of them had a chance to get close to her, the unnaturally inhuman growl of a few of the mechanical 'dogs' snapped her from her trance. As if it was nothing more than a chore, they tore through the enemy with ease. She watched as their teeth pierced through the seemingly impregnable armor. Whoever created the beasts definitely was an old hand and dealing with the Enforcer army. But who WAS it controlling these things? Gwendolyn tried to put the pieces together while she fired rounds from her position until the weapon was completely empty. She tossed it aside and kept herself backed against the vehicle. Without a gun she wouldn't be much help against the thick enforcer armor. To her surprise, the battle seemed to have already come to a near stop. The sudden 'reinforcements', if you could call them that, proved that the Enforcer soldiers were absolutely no match for him. That just brought her back to her previous question. Who was in charge of this whole rescue? She remembered vaguely the strange golden android being referred to as 'Shiva'. Shiva is the Hindu god of destruction isn't he? She didn't know much mythology, but the name did ring familiar to her. Regardless, whoever he was, all of the remaining civilians definitely owed their life to him.. including her. She should be thankful, but a scowl crossed her face. Gwendolyn was angry, not at 'Shiva', but herself. She brought the hand of her unhurt arm to her head and let out a sigh. I did it again.. and this almost turned out like back then because of it. I'm such a fucking idiot.. While she mentally beat herself up, she hardly noticed the android had made his way to her until he crouched down in front of her body. Gwendolyn jumped in surprise, pulling her hand from her head to subconsciously hold her bleeding shoulder while she stared intently into the pitch black eyes of the robot. I'm fine. Her voice came more bitter than she had intended, and Gwen backpedaled her thoughts with a small sigh. I'm fine... Thank you. She repeated, with a much calmer tone this time. Thanks for saving me, Whoever you are.
Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

At first, Gwendolyn tried to protest the android's attempt at sterilizing the wound on her shoulder. She had some bad encounters with robots in the past, leaving her with a small trusting zone regarding them. It wasn't the robots per say that were the problem, but the people that controlled them. This android was different though.. and seemed to most definitely have a mind of his own for the most part. She sighed, deciding that at this point she had no other choice but to trust it. After the purple haze around his hand and her shoulder faded, she bowed her head a bit. Thank you. What she saw next was something equally as unexpected. Another robot, much like the one standing before her, crashed into the ground near them. Gwendolyn expected, and she wasn't honestly sure what she was supposed to expect, it to be another mindless machine. But she could tell from the moment it spoke that it was different. It seemed to her more like it was projecting a voice rather than creating it. After the first android had acknowledged him, her suspicions grew. Father..? She rubbed her hand against her head. So this guy is in charge.. This entire situation was starting to turn more and more into a headache. Gwendolyn managed to tear her gaze from the newcomer to return it to the re approaching android from before. She tilted her head curiously, wanting to ask questions right off the bat. She knew however, that it wasn't really the time to question anything insignificant. Your father.. Gwen repeated after the robot started to speak again. I think eccentric might be a bit of an understatement- Ah- The cry of pain escaped her lips again, muffled only by her free hand quickly covering her mouth. The pain she felt in her shoulder was almost unbearable, but just as quickly as it came the pain faded away. Her green eyes glanced over at the wound, which now seemed practically nonexistent. She smiled just faintly. What a strange robot she was meeting today. Ivan.. I'm Gwendolyn. It's nice to meet you.
Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

Gwendolyn wasn't the kind of person to stand by and watch everyone else work hard around her, so once Ivan patched her up she pulled herself to her feet. She brushed away the dirt from her clothes, and nodded her head somewhat confidently. She ducked into the ATV, trying her best to ignore the bodies. She tossed a few useless things aside before she found what she was looking for, a decently sized medical kit. A triumphant smile crossed her lips and she tugged it from the vehicle. While Ivan, somewhat comically, helped out one of the guards, Gwendolyn moved through the battlefield in search of people still alive. She would find someone and stop, crouching down beside them to apply first aid. It took only a person or two before her hands and clothes were covered in blood. She didn't seem to mind, or notice, and continued to work hard. While she was in the middle of patching up one of them, Gwen found herself glancing over occasionally at Ivan's so called 'father'. He seemed to be questioning the Enforcer Captain for whatever reason. She pursed her lips together into a frown. ' I don't know if I can even trust this guy.. or robot.. or whatever he is...' She had her doubts, but thought it best to keep them to herself for now. Whatever he seemed to be doing, the enemy's captain most definitely didn't like. Which.. honestly? Was enough to make her pacified about the whole situation. What kind of guy makes shit like this? One of the men she had been fixing up, who's leg was bent in an awkward position, remained fascinated with one of the dog like machines that was nearby. This stuff looks way more advanced than any of the shit the Enforcers even have. Someone we owe our life to.. Gwendolyn set his leg back into position, much to his protest. She then looked around for some sort of wood or stick strong enough to wrap around his leg to keep it in position. As if reading her mind, the dog like robot wrapped it's mouth around some leftover debris that would be enough for a temporary splint. She smiled, taking it from it with a nod before looking back at her comrade. Among other things as well.. Now hold still for a moment, please. Once she finished with a majority of the first aid, she honestly could feel her curiosity boiling to a point that she couldn't ignore. Gwendolyn poured some water on her hands to wash them off before she tugged her hair back out of the way. A part of her was nervous, but she tried to ignore it as best she could while she approached Ivan, and the machine he dubbed 'Father.' Ah.. You're the one.. who did all this right..? She came to a stop somewhat near them, her gaze on the smaller android. You're the one that guy called.. Shiva. Right? Thank you.. for saving us.
Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

As Ivan worked on his father's chassis, the smaller bot turned its head so that the bend of its horseshoe-shaped processing center was faced towards the young woman that addressed them. Shiva? Oh yes, that old label. I was thinking of a cool nickname, something that would fit yet hide who I truly am. And yes, I freely admit it's a nickname. Who would actually name their child Shiva? Then again, the Latin-Americans named some of their children Jess, so I suppose it's not too far out there. Ivan then commented, I was more particular towards Prometheus, or perhaps even Vulcan The smaller android then blew a raspberry, replying Oh please, Ivan, the Greeks and Romans are so over-rated. And don't use the excuse that Prometheus gave the humans fire, which in turned spurred civilization and progress. Ivan then replied, pulling back from the slight repair job that he was doing, But it's true, Father in a way, you're helping civilization move along. Much like how's Prometheus' gift enabled the humans to craft what they needed and give them the means to survive, your actions help these people live their lives and unshackle them from the Enforcer's totalitarian will. The fingers of the robot's clawed hand tipped its chin, as if in thought. I suppose you're right still, Prometheus was a giant and that is something I am not. And who wants to be associated with a crippled man, brilliant as he was? Come to think of it..........I was particular to War at one point......No, that wouldn't work. Crafting a horse with fire on its hooves and mane would be difficult, and besides I don't think there are even any steeds left. But that does give me an idea........ His head then turned and started scanning the wrecked Enforcer vehicles if nothing less, they could serve as valuable raw material for further use. Yes, that would work just fine. He then sent a mental command to the robot dogs, instructing the ones holding the Captain to let go while the some of the others would take their place. The ones that let go then started to devour the vehicles themselves, their mechanized teeth through the torched metal of the wreckage with almost inhuman ease. When that was done, he then turned back to the girl. So you're Gwendolyn, then..........I can see why Ivan likes you. An interesting statement considering she never told this new robot her name. You have such an innocent face, eyes full of unbridled determination to live from day to day. Show those Enforcer blowhards what it really means to live life to its fullest. He then sighed, Shame it has to be marred by so much pain.
Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

Gwendolyn was astonished at the ramblings of the robot. She stood by while the two of them babbled on about the mythology of his name among other things. So Shiva was merely a pseudonym. She expected as much, but that just raised the question on the true identity of this genius.. mad man. His intentions seemed kindly enough, but there was no way she could fully trust someone like this. Her thoughts were interrupted once more by his voice, and she turned her head back to him. Ah yes my name is Gwendolyn.. Honestly she should have been surprised by his knowledge, but at this point nothing about him really surprised her. One thing that did surprise her though was knowing that 'Ivan' had a particular fondness for her. She had never heard of a robot that was capable of having his own likes and dislikes before. Pain.. She looked around at the battlefield once more, a pang ringing through her chest. We've all felt.. a lot of pain.. because of the Enforcers.
Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

Yes, the Enforcers have caused much pain throughout this war-torn world. The Riders of the Red and Pale Horses concentrate much of their essence into them. The nerve of those braggarts, playing the role of God where none exists..... Ivan then started to say, Father, please don't..... Don't what, Ivan!? Express my outrage that they think themselves higher than any other human, trying to impose order on an infinitely chaotic system? That they can just roll over whatever they feel like and not suffer the consequences!? That they're really nothing more than primal savages with fancy toys? Mindless children that have yet to unlock the full potential of the things they use?! Wasteful scoundrels! The lot of them!!!! That is why I've taken up the mantle of the Destroyer, Ivan! They want destruction, I'll give them a full-access buffet of it! A lot of the remaining townspeople seemed rather put off by this man's insane ramblings he certainly seemed a fair bit unstable. Ivan then just rested a firm hand on the smaller robot's shoulders Father, enough, you're beginning to scare the civilians. And me This certainly seemed to snap Shiva out of his rant, whose robotic head turned to see that Ivan was right. Well, it's not like they wouldn't have figured it out, anyway Shiva then commented, clearly non-repentant for the sudden outburst of his true feelings towards the Enforcer regime. Truthfully, Shiva had no real history with the Enforcers in terms of personal tragedy, but it sickened him to see the world's remaining technology by those full of avarice to impose their wills on others. At least, an Ahem was heard Hemmingway seemed to be up and about again, making his way towards Shiva and Ivan. Well, listen you two, we really appreciate the support. But, I think it's time we got out of here before more of them show up. 'Sides, there's still more things that need to be done. Ivan then tapped Shiva on the shoulder, Father, what should we do about the Captain? Shiva's head turned once more to the Captain still pinned by the mechanized dogs. We'll take him with his......Hounds, come! All at once, the mechanized dogs charged towards the small robot as they got with in a certain distance, they leaped into the air, transforming and folding into themselves to form small cubes, which slowly grew into a bigger cube until that was about the size of a softball. How they exactly were able to fit like that one couldn't say, but it worked Shiva then tucked the cube into a hip compartment on his android. As Ivan grabbed the Captain, Shiva then said Well, let's be off Ivan. His boot thrusters engaged, rocketing him up into the sky, Ivan following shortly behind him in the same fashion, carrying the Enforcer official off to god-knows-where. Soon they were gone, leaving not one trace of their existence behind save for the memory for those they had saved this day.
Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

For someone who had never been personally victimized by the Enforcers, Gwendolyn was caught off guard by the.. passion the so called vigilante possessed. She watched the two quietly, holding her hands in front of herself. ' I'd rather a guy like this... be on our side than the enemies...' Even she would admit that his intelligence intimidated her. She was strong, they all were strong, but against someone who was able to create machines as powerful and intelligent as Ivan, their strength meant practically nothing. Gwendolyn turned her head then, her expression brightening significantly once she saw that her captain was still okay. H-Hemingway! She hurried over to him, examining him closely to make sure that he was fit enough to be standing. Before she said anything else, her gaze wandered back over toward the two robots. They're leaving.. Just like that... She thought almost for certain that she would most likely never encounter them again. Gwendolyn's hand wandered to her healed shoulder which she examined again before a faint smile crossed her lips. Hemmingway.. what should we do?
Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

It had been a few days since that encounter with the mysterious android pair, one of which was Shiva himself and the other - taller, sleeker and far more intimidating - was one of the insane man's creations. Redstone was initially not pleased with what had happened, and rightly so A total of seven people from both towns were killed. But the shining light in this was that a fair number of Enforcer soldiers and a Captain had been eliminated. The Central City mayor wanted to meet this Shiva person and give him, in his own words, A big fucking pat on the back. He already gathered that would be an impossibility, since the eccentric man-android was gone. But it was nice to know that the traders seemed to have a powerful guardian though Redstone couldn't help but wonder if he was with the Enforcers. From what had been described, he had a powerful and almost human-looking robot that could speak and seemed to have its own personality. Whether Redstone could completely trust him or not was still a topic of discussion When word spread of Shiva and his little exploit of rescuing the traders from the likes of the Enforcers, spirits seemed to lift considerably it was like the news that there was someone who could stand up to the Enforcers effectively brought some hope that perhaps they could live with one less, very much pronounced worry in their lives. Between the Enforcer sweeps of the cities and towns looking for Resistance members and the fact that the bandits held control over a lot of the resources needed to make a living in this harsh wasteland, hope was at a very low point. The best that most could do was eek out a meager life, working with others to scrounge together what they could find. Growing crops, recycling old and trashed objects to make new things, and crafting survival tools was not easy for the people in this post-apocalyptic world. Regardless, there was work in the town that needed to be done. The water pipes were leaking again, the crops needed to be harvested, the stills for the Deadeye Saloon weren't working right, and other things that were on the list to be done. Most of these tasks were being taken care of by those that worked on them, but requests had come in for additional assistance for others. And from what Redstone had heard, one of the mercs - Matthews in particular - had the most amount of contact with Shiva. How much she knew he couldn't say, but some knowledge was better than none. Brian, go get Matthews and tell her to get her ass over here ASAP the built mayor barked at once, the relatively shorter assistant once again made the small trek to Gwendolyn's residence. Upon reaching the threshold, Brian wiped his brow before knocking. Miss Matthews....Miss Matthews........Mayor Redstone wants to see you. He hated having to bother the girl so much, knowing that she was trying to deal with her own demons. It was unlikely that she knew why Redstone was calling her in it wasn't often he requested the audience of one single person, after all.
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