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“A song of compys and gigas” Chap25
Bane and a small squadron of men have been riding through the jungles of the south near the southern mountain. Their goal is launch a fake attack from the south of the mountain and then call in the main force to attack from the east and north. The goal is to force INVs forces to retreat west towards the foot paw where reinforcements are waiting. “Hide here.” Bane says as he dismounts his iguanadon. The squadron of about ten men waits in the bushes for the sign to fire on a group on INV patrollers. “A little closer... NOW!” The squadron fires at the enemy. Shocked INVs troops fire randomly into the brush. BANG! BANG! Several men on both sides fall. INVs troops run towards the mountain fort. This is what bane was waiting for. He takes an intercom device from his pocket. “Attack.” He says quietly into the intercom....
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 41: Principal, Principles
Part 3/3
“I managed to find two caves with Slackjaw,” Mr. Mo said, “Ah the wonders of an Argentavis. They can fly for so long and they can tough it through even the harshest of cold. Anyway, I decided to check out both.”
Mr. Mo pointed at the cave east.
“One’s absolutely infested with creatures. Polar Bears, Purlovias, Yetis, you name it it’s probably there. There’s no way we’d survive there, even if we brought everyone. It’d be a suicide mission. We’d need a powerful tame.”
“Okay, that’s a no go, but why’d we even want to go there in the first place? Spelunking never went well back home,” Loki said.
“You’re right on that. I didn’t even care about the caves at first. That was, until I felt that surge of power flow through my veins.”
“What… Do you mean by that?” Loki asked.
“When I stepped foot in the cave I felt something humming within my bones. It felt so powerful and radiant. I almost decided to just book it and go in to figure out the source, but I managed to control myself. Plus, why else would there be creatures in that cave, standing together in unison, instead of going at each other’s throats?”
Loki’s eyes widened.
“They’re guarding something.”
“Exactly,” Mr. Mo decided, “Which is why we’re going to the second cave.”
Mr. Mo tossed his pen on the desk.
“It’s a tight squeeze in there, but that’s exactly what’s leading me to believe there’ll be no creatures to tear us to shreds. Perfect opportunity for the two of us to go.”
“Wait, you want ME to go?” Loki asked, astonished. Mr. Mo gave him a warm smile.
“Of course Loki. I trust you more than anyone else here, maybe even moreso than Dr. Aston, and he’s been my employee for years. You’re bright and have a good heart. And you’re a talented writer. Why wouldn’t I want you to go?”
Loki smiled, and began to laugh.
“Thanks Mr. Mo, thanks a lot,” Loki said.
Mr. Mo let out a groan as he got up from his seat, stretching his body back and forth. Even though he knew so much, he was still old and not as nimble as he used to be.
“Awwright let’s go get some supper. I’m famished,” Mr. Mo said, walking out his office.
“Wait, one more thing!” Loki called out. Mr. Mo turned around, putting his hands in his pockets.
“What would that be, Loki?” Mr. Mo asked.
“I was just wondering… How do you know so much about this place? How do you even know how to survive?” Loki questioned the thought on his mind for quite a while. Mr. Mo smiled, turning around and ignoring his question.
“I’ll tell you one day, Loki. That’s for you to uncover on your own.”
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 41: Principal, Principles
Part 2/3
Loki, respecting Mr. Mo’s wishes, snapped his fingers at Monarch.
“Go to the pens,” Loki ordered. Monarch wordlessly took off into the sky and began to fly over to a few pens made of wood.
With that, Loki began to run after Mr. Mo.
“Hold on now, slow down for me will ‘ya?”
Mr. Mo turned around and flashed Loki a grin, he walked back and gave him a professional noogie.
“Ahh you little bugger, I’m never gonna leave you behind. That’s a promise. Or maybe you’re just too slow.”
The two walked together to the compound, and as they opened the double doors, they were greeted with the smell of burnt wood and chalky nothingness. It was surprisingly clean inside the facility, and blue banners were hung along the side of the wall. Tables were lined up along the walls, with mortars and pestles and anvils and smithies for creating weaponry and dinosaur saddles. A man wearing a white lab coat and wearing safety goggles was snoozing on a chair, his snores carrying out throughout the entire building like a Tyrannosaurus. He was resting his head on the table. A jar of water laid untouched on the table.
“Oh gosh, Dr. Aston’s fallen asleep,” Mr. Mo whispered.
“Should we wake him up?” Loki asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No. No, let’s let him get his rest,” Mr. Mo replied.
The two walked into Mr. Mo’s office, and Mr. Mo took a seat at his desk, Loki taking a seat on the chair opposite of him. Loki’s eyes darted around the office. There was a map of the snowy tundra on the wall behind Mr. Mo, a few wooden crates that were stacked up in the corner of the room, and a small notepad on Mr. Mo’s desk that had a leather bind. A small, old pen lay dormant on the desk.
“So why don’t you go first,” Mr. Mo said, blinking his right eye, “Anything ya’ found on the scouting mission?”
Loki seemed hesitant to tell him. Hesitant to tell him what he did to that group of travelers. The ones investigating the green Obelisk. He felt his hands get clammy, and decided against it.
“I-I did find something,” Loki admitted, “North of the Redwood Forests. A duo were taming a Tyrannosaurus. They seemed like they knew what they were doing. Probably Knowers.”
A frown grew on Mr. Mo’s face. He cursed under his breath.
“Damn you father,” Mr. Mo muttered, “Can’t keep your bloody book away from the public.”
“What does that mean?” Loki wondered.
Mr. Mo sat there, clenching both of his fists, and furrowing his eyebrows. Loki began to scoot away in his chair, until finally half a minute later Mr. Mo’s face relaxed.
“Well. That’s not good, if they’re taming a Tyrannosaurus,” Mr. Mo declared, all anger on his face washed away, “We’re going to have to… take care of them.”
“What?!” Loki cried, “But we-”
Mr. Mo raised an eyebrow at him, and Loki slunk back in his seat. His hand reaching for his pouch and running his fingers along it for comfort.
“Loki, you know they’re dangerous. Too dangerous. It’s best we don’t take risks,” Mr. Mo replied, “People become violent and savage when they are left to their own devices. They could tear through our settlement with a Tyrannosaurus- Loki, it’s just for the best. Now I don’t expect you to finish the job yourself. I’ll ask someone else to do it, okay?”
“Yeah but, they did nothing wrong!” Loki argued, slamming his fist on the table, “And you know those knock offs won’t bother with it! It’s either you or me and-”
Suddenly, Loki’s eyes widened, as he realized what he said. Did nothing wrong? Didn’t he blow up a group of seven just then with a grenade even though they did nothing wrong? What the hell was he thinking saying all of that when he couldn’t even follow his OWN morals?!
Loki blinked a few times, rubbing his sparkling green eyes, and then brushing his hair back with his hand.
“I’m sorry,” Loki apologized.
“No, no, it’s okay Loki, really!” Mr. Mo reassured him, “It’s hard on you as it is being transported here. Let alone kill another human being. Let’s just move onto what I’ve found, alright?”
Loki nodded regretfully.
“Okay.”
“Okay!” Mr. Mo grinned. He adjusted his chair and then pointed at the map behind him. He picked up his pen and circled two places on the map. One was really close, they’d only have to travel east a few hundred meters. The other was a little farther up north on the coast of the tundra.
CHAPTER 1: Shockwave. A girl opened her eyes blinking adjusting to the bright sun. Water tickled at her toes. She say up stiffly as if she had been asleep for a long long time. She looked around herself and saw water she turned and saw more and more water! Everywhere she turned she saw water. Panic flickered in the back of her mind then took control she looked around a bit more fearfully this time. She was on a small island with some rocks trees and bushes, she was also al alone. A small cry escaped her lips. As she sat there in shock hours past. The sun set the moon rose bringing a frost wind with it. The wind nipped at her skin it got her back to thinking. She looked around herself once more this time taking it into detail. She studied the rocks the trees and the beach finding a small crevice under the one she sat on just minutes before. The girl noticed a itch in her left wrist she lifted it up for her to see and saw a metal kite shaped thing in her wrist. She scratches and clawed at it but it did not come off. She shook her head and thought of the problem on hand. She knew that wood made a fire and fire mad warmth Wich was what she needed. Her instincts took over and she walked up to a tree and..... Punched it. Her vision flashed red and pain flickered through her hand. But she got her reward wood, and thatch she walked along the beach and grabbed some of the stones along the shore and then went to a bush and started to harvest it. she got fiber and berry's. She took a brake and ate her food. But got back to work quickly because the cold was becoming unbearable. She thought about a pickaxe and how usefull one would be even just a stone crude one. Then her items started to shake and a pickaxe appeared in her hands. Just as how she has imagined it stone and crude. She was thinkfull that she had it and chopped at a rock. Thinking of a camp fire her material s where used and it gave her a campfire. The girl walked over to the rock and slid under into the crevice. She placed the fire beside stocked wood up inside it and fell into a deep deep slumber. Warm at last
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-kanara
and you just say this NOW? Also I feel like Ive inspired most people to inspire other people because I did the first fanfiction ever on here.. AND IT SUCKED *casually looking back at journey to the what not* also NOO EDENNNNNNN (that is my friend's child's name, a very smol child)
-tclp (obviously)
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 41: Principal, Principles
Original Post Date: Mar 26, 2024
Note: Story starts in Wyvern, Aerial ABC backwards filter and has a Prologue. Last chapter in Cnidaria, next chapter in Diplocaulus.
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It’s quiet.
The wind softly whistled throughout the snowy tundras, and what resembled snowflakes fell past his face. The boy’s chitin armor was especially tight in this type of weather.
Croak, croak.
The boy looked at his Pteranodon. Lifeless eyes, it’s been through it all. He reached forward and gently caressed its crest, but even with his affections, it showed no remorse.
But the more he petted it, the more he moved his hand back and forth on the creature, the more he felt his hands tremble.
“Why’d I do it, Monarch? They’d done nothing wrong. They just knew too much about this place,” he whispered.
He took steady, deep breaths, and felt his heart rate go down. His hands stopped trembling. It was for the best, anyway. Knowers were too dangerous. Too unpredictable.
So even though Mr. Mo had not specifically ordered him to sabotage and kill Knowers, he had to do it for his own safety.
The boy blinked his emerald green eyes, snapped his fingers, and turned around, walking to the small settlement of wooden huts that was tucked away at the seams of a mountain. One of three obelisks hung in the air above the mountain peak, its blue glow making him shiver.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The snow crunched under his feet as he approached the settlement, and the Pteranodon let out another croak. As he began to enter the premises, he noticed a gang of five jeering each other on, drinking out of their jars and pushing each other around like vicious dogs. They were wearing suits of hide armor and seemed to be in a daze.
The boy’s eyes shot a look at their leader, Brad, and Brad must have noticed. Short, black hair that was tied into a knot at the back, he smirked and nodded his head at him.
“Hey, wouldn’t you look at that, The principal’s little pet Loki is back,” Brad snickered.
Loki turned to him, a glare striking Brad’s face. Brad’s buddies turned to stare at him, and they all let out hollers of amusement and joy.
“We got a problem?” Loki asked.
“Yes, yes we do. Where’s our warm clothes?” Brad asked with a growl, “We’ve been freezing our butts off here and you’re just cooped up in the house doing nothing, you sack of nuts. We were expecting-”
Loki reached forward with immense speed and grabbed Brad by the throat, wrapping his fingers around his larynx and squeezing tightly. Brad began to choke as Loki began to raise his arm, the muscles all across his arm activating as Brad dangled in the air. He let out futile struggles by kicking his feet and prying at his hand, but it was no use.
“Psh. Really? I’ve done nothing? That’s hilarious coming from you,” Loki spat. Brad’s implant began to glow, but Loki slammed him onto the powdery snow.
“Try it all you want, you’re not entitled to anything around here. It’s survival of the fittest, and if you think others are gonna do the work for you? Don’t expect anything in return if you aren’t even going to contribute,” Loki snarled, shaking Brad up and down. Brad began to turn blue in the face, and his friends watched on in horror until someone’s cry shot through the air.
“Alright. That’s enough, Loki. We won’t kill anyone here now.”
Loki recognized his voice immediately. Loki let go of him immediately and shot up, standing. He turned around and took a saluting stance, his loyalty unwavering.
“Ah ha ha ha,” Mr. Mo laughed as wiped snow off his combed back gray hair. The wrinkles on his face seemed more defined than they were back at Terran High, and he still had that jagged scar that ran down his left eye. He was wearing a suit of fur armor, made from the pelts of the animals of the tundra. And his tanned face set him apart from everyone else in the snowy settlement. It was like he didn’t really belong here. Yet, at the same time, he was the only reason this settlement could have even come to life.
Mr. Mo added on, “Come on Loki. I see you’ve finished the scouting mission. Let’s go to my office and talk about it. And also about what I’ve found, it’s really important. I want your thoughts on it.”
Brad let out a snicker, his head looking at one friend and to the next.
“See? Told you that he’s his pet.”
Loki shot a sneer at the group as they began to laugh, but as he looked back he already saw Mr. Mo walking away to the stone compound tucked away at the corner of the settlement.
Loki, respecting Mr. Mo’s wishes, snapped his fingers at Monarch.
“Go to the pens,” Loki ordered. Monarch wordlessly took off into the sky and began to fly over to a few pens made of wood.
With that, Loki began to run after Mr. Mo.
“Hold on now, slow down for me will ‘ya?”
Mr. Mo turned around and flashed Loki a grin, he walked back and gave him a professional noogie.
“Ahh you little bugger, I’m never gonna leave you behind. That’s a promise. Or maybe you’re just too slow.”
The two walked together to the compound, and as they opened the double doors, they were greeted with the smell of burnt wood and chalky nothingness. It was surprisingly clean inside the facility, and blue banners were hung along the side of the wall. Tables were lined up along the walls, with mortars and pestles and anvils and smithies for creating weaponry and dinosaur saddles. A man wearing a white lab coat and wearing safety goggles was snoozing on a chair, his snores carrying out throughout the entire building like a Tyrannosaurus. He was resting his head on the table. A jar of water laid untouched on the table.
“Oh gosh, Dr. Aston’s fallen asleep,” Mr. Mo whispered.
“Should we wake him up?” Loki asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No. No, let’s let him get his rest,” Mr. Mo replied.
The two walked into Mr. Mo’s office, and Mr. Mo took a seat at his desk, Loki taking a seat on the chair opposite of him. Loki’s eyes darted around the office. There was a map of the snowy tundra on the wall behind Mr. Mo, a few wooden crates that were stacked up in the corner of the room, and a small notepad on Mr. Mo’s desk that had a leather bind. A small, old pen lay dormant on the desk.
“So why don’t you go first,” Mr. Mo said, blinking his right eye, “Anything ya’ found on the scouting mission?”
Loki seemed hesitant to tell him. Hesitant to tell him what he did to that group of travelers. The ones investigating the green Obelisk. He felt his hands get clammy, and decided against it.
“I-I did find something,” Loki admitted, “North of the Redwood Forests. A duo were taming a Tyrannosaurus. They seemed like they knew what they were doing. Probably Knowers.”
A frown grew on Mr. Mo’s face. He cursed under his breath.
“Damn you father,” Mr. Mo muttered, “Can’t keep your bloody book away from the public.”
“What does that mean?” Loki wondered.
Mr. Mo sat there, clenching both of his fists, and furrowing his eyebrows. Loki began to scoot away in his chair, until finally half a minute later Mr. Mo’s face relaxed.
“Well. That’s not good, if they’re taming a Tyrannosaurus,” Mr. Mo declared, all anger on his face washed away, “We’re going to have to… take care of them.”
“What?!” Loki cried, “But we-”
Mr. Mo raised an eyebrow at him, and Loki slunk back in his seat. His hand reaching for his pouch and running his fingers along it for comfort.
“Loki, you know they’re dangerous. Too dangerous. It’s best we don’t take risks,” Mr. Mo replied, “People become violent and savage when they are left to their own devices. They could tear through our settlement with a Tyrannosaurus- Loki, it’s just for the best. Now I don’t expect you to finish the job yourself. I’ll ask someone else to do it, okay?”
“Yeah but, they did nothing wrong!” Loki argued, slamming his fist on the table, “And you know those bags of nothing won’t bother with it! It’s either you or me and-”
Suddenly, Loki’s eyes widened, as he realized what he said. Did nothing wrong? Didn’t he blow up a group of seven just then with a grenade even though they did nothing wrong? What the hell was he thinking saying all of that when he couldn’t even follow his OWN morals?!
Loki blinked a few times, rubbing his sparkling green eyes, and then brushing his hair back with his hand.
“I’m sorry,” Loki apologized.
“No, no, it’s okay Loki, really!” Mr. Mo reassured him, “It’s hard on you as it is being transported here. Let alone kill another human being. Let’s just move onto what I’ve found, alright?”
Loki nodded regretfully.
“Okay.”
“Okay!” Mr. Mo grinned. He adjusted his chair and then pointed at the map behind him. He picked up his pen and circled two places on the map. One was really close, they’d only have to travel east a few hundred meters. The other was a little farther up north on the coast of the tundra.
“I managed to find two caves with Slackjaw,” Mr. Mo said, “Ah the wonders of an Argentavis. They can fly for so long and they can tough it through even the harshest of cold. Anyway, I decided to check out both.”
Mr. Mo pointed at the cave east.
“One’s absolutely infested with creatures. Polar Bears, Purlovias, Yetis, you name it it’s probably there. There’s no way we’d survive there, even if we brought everyone. It’d be a suicide mission. We’d need a powerful tame.”
“Okay, that’s a no go, but why’d we even want to go there in the first place? Spelunking never went well back home,” Loki said.
“You’re right on that. I didn’t even care about the caves at first. That was, until I felt that surge of power flow through my veins.”
“What… Do you mean by that?” Loki asked.
“When I stepped foot in the cave I felt something humming within my bones. It felt so powerful and radiant. I almost decided to just book it and go in to figure out the source, but I managed to control myself. Plus, why else would there be creatures in that cave, standing together in unison, instead of going at each other’s throats?”
Loki’s eyes widened.
“They’re guarding something.”
“Exactly,” Mr. Mo decided, “Which is why we’re going to the second cave.”
Mr. Mo tossed his pen on the desk.
“It’s a tight squeeze in there, but that’s exactly what’s leading me to believe there’ll be no creatures to tear us to shreds. Perfect opportunity for the two of us to go.”
“Wait, you want ME to go?” Loki asked, astonished. Mr. Mo gave him a warm smile.
“Of course Loki. I trust you more than anyone else here, maybe even moreso than Dr. Aston, and he’s been my employee for years. You’re bright and have a good heart. And you’re a talented writer. Why wouldn’t I want you to go?”
Loki smiled, and began to laugh.
“Thanks Mr. Mo, thanks a lot,” Loki said.
Mr. Mo let out a groan as he got up from his seat, stretching his body back and forth. Even though he knew so much, he was still old and not as nimble as he used to be.
“Awwright let’s go get some supper. I’m famished,” Mr. Mo said, walking out his office.
“Wait, one more thing!” Loki called out. Mr. Mo turned around, putting his hands in his pockets.
“What would that be, Loki?” Mr. Mo asked.
“I was just wondering… How do you know so much about this place? How do you even know how to survive?” Loki questioned the thought on his mind for quite a while. Mr. Mo smiled, turning around and ignoring his question.
“I’ll tell you one day, Loki. That’s for you to uncover on your own.”
So I tried to tame this when I first started, I found one that was max level (150 on my server) and I started using my tranq arrows. Then it got killed. I never used the dodex until 2021, and i have been playing for 4 years by now. Oh ya back to the story, i was sad and then piranha came and killed me.
Rathalos (Ep24 S2)
“Oh wait, were we supposed to be running?” Cary said as all eyes turned on them. “I guess. Riley responded, getting on Cary. “It’s been awhile since we last did this.” Riley said, half oblivious to the angry mob chasing them. “Yep. Kind of missed this. Is my saddle still somewhere?” Cary asked. “Yep. I can show you where if you want.” “Ok sweet! Let’s go!” The kapro said energetically. “UGH.” Riker huffed. How are they so fast?” She wondered. “Always twere.” Panted Hazel. And then they heard the gate open. Riker and Rathalos turned, just missing Hazels smile as she stepped into the shadows. And behind them, was a something. They quickly ran, oblivious to Diablo coming out behind it.
CREATURE DOSSIERS : Coelacanth
These fish, that lived from the devonian era to the 21st century are able to prosper in the ark's waters.
They offer an easy meal to water predators, and land ones brave enough to take swim.
They pose no danger whatsoever to survivors,
And I heard tales of some people putting them in fish baskets to move them around, but I have yet to see such a thing.
A serial killer brutally murders a mother and almost all of her children while her husband watches, leaving only one child alive. The father raises his only remaining son, who as a result of the killer’s attack is born with a physical impairment. One day, the son is taken from his father and kept as a prisoner in a foreign land. The father must travel far from home to find him and can only rely on the aid of a mentally-handicapped woman for help.
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