... The earth skook violently, and waves crashed over nearby cities, the ocean's quickly claiming over a million victims. Tidal waves rose up, only to crash down on bridges, tearing them from their foundations. Earthquakes vibrated the whole world, knocking over buildings and communication towers. Men and women scurried this way and that, trying to escape the treacherous disasters that were appearing all over the world. Magma bubbled over the edges of volcanoes, streaming down the sides, burning through anything that got in its way. Trees caught fire, and spread over the land, burning crops and shrubs, flowers and bushes. The wind picked up, hurricanes brewing over the raging seas, and tornados twisting their way across the quaking mainland. Very living thing was facing death.
The apocalypse had come, and it had spared no one. And yet, out of the shadows, an army of warriors in white emerged. The people reached out to the army, but as the gunshots rang out, the people recognised the twisted faces of the warriors in the army. They were human, but thier faces were warped, and the deamonic like cries put fear into the people's hearts, and death to their bodies.
It was the end of the universe as it was known... ***
Present day As soon as Crioone and Taverna touched down to rest their wings, Vulture awoke, his teeth gnashing, his claws slicing through the air. Crioone flexed her leg, trapping the weak deamon in a bubble of energy, then spoke softly to him.
"We're on an important task, deamon, and your wild atacks won't make it easier for either of us. So shut up, and stop wildly slicing through the air. We may someday find use for you, but until then, your a simple free loader, susceptible to whatever we do with you." Crioone's words were quiet and harsh at the same time. Once she had finished, the bubble of energy surrounding Vulture broke apart, and Vulture collapsed onto the ground.
"You ready to keep going?" asked Crioone.
"Yeah. By the way, what's your name?" asked Taverna, his question directed to Vulture.
"Some people call me Vulture. Other than that, I have no real name."
Crioone kicked Vulture with just enough force to put him out of consciousness, then picked him up, tossing him onto her back. "Let's go."
***
"Miss, we're surrounded. Enemy ships came out of no where, and most of the guard ships have been wiped out or taken over. They're using our army gainst us!"
Dolphin looked at the man speaking to her, then slapped him. "So why are you telling me this? Call Jet and ask him to get the airforce over here ASAP. Then get all personnel into the last defence war ships, and get an inventory on how many navy forces we've got left!"
"Yes, miss Dolphin, I'll go immediately!"
Dolphin sighed, then went back to the main controls, directing the ship to a defensive position. If the RainShield was going to be attacked, it might as well be in a good position to fight back. Once the ship was turned, Dolphin lowered anchors, locking the ship in place. She wasn't going down without a fight. Triggering multiple torpedos, Dolphin launched offensive attacks at any nearby enemy ships, sinking them immediately. But more were pulling in, and as powerful a ship as RainShield was, it could not take assault from multiple enemies. The intercom hummed to life, and a male voice came into frequency, his voice blaring orders to the RainShield's captian.
"We've got you surrounded miss Dolphin. Stop your attacks, and my men will deal with the situation quickly and harmlessly. If not-"
"Stop your idiotic ideas and get real. This is war we're at. There is no quick and harmless way to end this. So come at me with everything you've got. We'll fight back!" said Dolphin, cutting off the voice on the other end.
Dead air, and then, "So be it. I'm sorry it had to end this way."
Dolphin laughed. It wasn't close to ending yet...
