I fought this thing and overestimated it I took longneck rifle 500 bullets three rockdrakes all around lvl 200 but I only did the beta I think or the lowest one. Rockwell is the explorer from the notes though.
đđđ
Open the Dododex app on iOS or Android, select a creature, and go to Tips > Submit Tip.
Journey Chapter 42
The hour passed quickly, with most of the time they spent admiring Coralâs collection of trinkets. Some were from human discardings, others were fossils and bones. When it was time for them to leave, Viper and Coral helped carry them all to the meeting place atop one of the mountains near the Scar. With Coral carrying Nightfall and Viper carrying Forest and Crimson. They flew off towards the mountains, North of the Scar. When they got there, a large group of wyverns of all different kinds was talking to Methuselah, and seemingly arguing over something. Viper and Coral dropped off the three. Coral hesitated in the air as she watched her mother land with the other three. Forest watched her hesitation for a moment, before she flew away back in the direction of the Scar. He then looked nervously forward at the large group of wyverns talking to Methuselah. As Forest, Crimson, and Nightfall approached Methuselah to sit by him, the crowd of wyverns began to quiet down. A blue wyvern with white and purple markings stood in the middle of the group. He stared at Nightfall for a moment and then looked at Forest.
âSo, this is the Drake. What's your name youngster?â The Blue wyvern asked with a kind voice.
âForest sir.â
âForest, itâs so nice to meet you. My name is Kaminari. I am the president of the Wyvern Republic.â The wyvern said smiling. Forest looked at him hard, he seemed genuinely kind and sincere. But he wasnât yet sure if he could trust him or the others.
âMy dear friend Methuselah here, has been trying to convince us that you three arenât from here. Which we believe. What we donât believe is that what he says you and Crimson are. He said you two are something called The Five, but from the sound of what he said it sounds awfully similar to the legend of The Wyvern Slayers.â Kaminari said
âBut they are, how many Rock Drakes do you know named Forest? And how many times will we have to tell you that a forest refers to a group of trees!!â Nightfall said stomping, Kaminari scowled at Nightfall. Nightfall scowled back in defiance.
âI know his name refers to a group of trees, but I need to see one thing that will make me believe that he is who he says he is.â Kaminari said as he looked down upon Nightfall. Crimson then took a step forward as he finished saying that.
âThe rune?â Crimson asked. Kaminari nodded.
âYes, the rune has a marking that has been passed through generations of both lightning wyverns, and the seers. If it has the markings described by our ancestors, I might believe who you all say you are, but I may need to ask you another question afterward to have my cabinet and myself fully believe you. Iâll need you to hold the rune to let me examine it.â Kaminari said.
Forest sighed and looked at Kaminari. âI have nothing to hide from anyone.â
He grabbed the rune from his bag and let Kaminari examine it. His eyes widened as he examined it for a moment. When he was finished examining the rune he turned and started talking to the other wyverns. Forest sat in angst while watching them talk he looked over at Viper who gave a smile. She looked confident with what was happening. Forest was still worried; Crimson looked worried too. Nightfall was pacing but seemed more irritated than worried.
After several claw-biting minutes of waiting. Kaminari turned and looked at Forest and Crimson. âThe rune you have shown me does seem to match perfectly with all the markings that our ancestors said would be on the weapon of the Wyvern Slayers.â He said.
âSo that means weâre the legendary heroes of your stories, right?â Crimson asked. Kaminari looked to his council around him. Viper seemed to be the only one leaking into believing that it was the case. Crimson looked at Forest, expressing her deep irritation with this. Kaminari then looked back at the three.
âWhile I do believe who you say you are, my council has asked that I ask one more question.â Kaminari said. Crimson groaned with the news. Forest stood tall, but nervous as Kaminari told him this. âOkay, Iâm not afraid to answer any questions.â
âNow slow down, there isnât any reason for anyone to be afraid here. The final question is this, how did the wyvern die?â Kaminari asked.
âHow did he die?â
âYes, from our legend. The moment of when he was slain had no onlookers to speak of. And it explicitly mentions how he dies.â One of Kaminariâs cabinet members says. Several others begin to agree with said statement. Forest worried they wouldnât believe him and they would be stuck here forever, or worse. That they would and consider them nothing more but frauds⌠either way though. He was going to tell the truth.
âWe arenât sure. He grabbed The Rune away from me. Then, the sky ate him, and storm clouds came down and swallowed him. When the clouds faded away, he was nowhere to be found. It was like Asgard ate him itself.â Forest answered. The wyverns nodded and talked amongst themselves about what they had just heard. Forest stood there anxiously as they spoke in hushed murmurs. Then Kaminari turned back around with a smile on his face.
âWell, it indeed seems you three are who you say you are.â
âWait, you believe that!?â Nightfall snorted. Kaminari looked at him with frustration.
âOur legend goes, âAnd in secret, there in Asgard, the Wyvern Slayers would face the tyrant. There, they would call upon the weapon of the Rune in their hour of desperation. And the Rune would accept their call. And the tyrant was swallowed by the heavens, never to be seen again. With the Wyvern Slayers were victorious. They would return to their lives, until they were needed againâŚ,â.â Kaminari recited. Forest looked at Kaminari with worried eyes.
âNeeded again?â Forest asked.
âHow do you know about Asgard?â Crimson asked.
âWe didnât, not even our seers knew what Asgard was. All we knew is something happened there. And that the only the Wyvern Slayers would know this. Which you three have proven to be the heroes of Fjordur, the Legendary Wyvern Slayers.â Kaminari said smiling.
âYeah, I guess we are. I didnât know we had such a great effect here along with Fjordur.â Forest said. He didnât say everything that was on his mind though. He felt concerned about being called a wyvern slayer. Sure they killed Jethezzar, but they werenât trying to kill him. Forest tried to save him. He was about to clarify that when Kaminari continued.
âAnd to that. I say whatever you need, we will help you achieve. And weâd like to hold a feast tonight in your honor if you two and your friend are okay with it.â
Forest looked at the president, his smile was as wide as the trench and his eyes as warm as they could be. He looked over at Crimson who nodded her head in approval and then looked at Nightfall who shrugged leaving the decision to him.
âI guess thereâs no harm in that, but we have to leave tomorrow and we do need something. We need to know if there are any other ways to go somewhere else besides the Obelisks where tamed creatures can leave from? As we think the Rune will let us leave through an exit like that.â Forest asked.
Kaminariâs grin went away and his eyes softened. âWe do, but no one can know of that path. The only few who know of this path are a few select members of the cabinet. We dare not show and accidentally expose it for fear of the godsâ punishments.â Kaminari said before pausing. He turned before getting interrupted by Nightfall.
âIf I may, we wouldnât need a private escort. All we would need is a single wyvern to show us. We wouldnât even need to go in the day. Anytime would do. If the night is more suited, then we can handle the night. If dawn or dusk. Then we can handle those too. We just need to use that exit to escape. We canât The Obelisks. So otherwise, weâre stuck.â Nightfall said. President Kaminari looked at Nightfall with annoyance, yet eyes showed deep thought. As he stood there. Crimson smirked at a thought she had.
âAnd if we canât leave. Then we canât fulfill your legendsâŚâ Crimson said. Kaminari looked at her.
âWhat do you mean?â He asked.
âWell, the Rune did send us here for some reason or another. And if thatâs the case. Then, there has to be a legend, right?â Crimson said. Kaminari nodded.
âI suppose there might beâŚâ He said softly. His grin came back and his eyes widened in excitement as he stood there.
âI think there is one that is mentioned... yes!!â He said with enthusiasm. He looked at the three of them and smiled.
âWe will help you in this endeavor. I will send you tomorrow with Commander Viper, Methuselah, and two of Viperâs best guards to where you can leave.â Kaminari continued in excitement.
âThank you kindly Mr. President.â Forest said,
âYes thank you!â
âYou three are all welcome! And please, call me Kaminari. Now if you like, you may return to Viperâs nest. You have done what we asked and have proven who you three are. I hope I will see you three at the feast tonight, if you come I will have you seated next to me if you are okay with that? If not, we can have you seated with whoever you like.â Kaminari asked smiling.
âThank you Kaminari, we would appreciate sitting next to you very much. And thank you again, I think we will do that.â Forest said.
~
The three started walking away as Viper prepared their talons to carry them back to their nest.
âForest! May I call you Forest? I would like to ask you if you could stay here for a moment longer? If itâs okay with you? Iâll take you myself to Viperâs nest once weâre finished here.â Kaminari requested.
âUh, yes sir. And Forest is fine.â Forest said, he watched as all the other wyverns flew and Crimson and Nightfall went with Viper. Forest and Methuselah were the last two there with the President.
âDo you want me to go Kaminari?â Methuselah asked. Kaminari shook his head.
âNot quite yet old friend, you should know that you are obviously invited to the feast. But I am going to have you sit with us four at the feast tonight.â Kaminari said.
âBut Kami-â
âNo buts about it, Methuselah. You never want to sit with me because you donât feel you have the right. You donât feel youâve earned it. Well old friend. You do and you have, you and I have been friends for years and you always refuse. Now you donât get that opinion now.â Kaminari said asserting his ground. Methuselah grumbled.
âI expect to see you at the feast and I expect you will sit with us four tonight.â Kaminari said kindly,
âAlright⌠Iâll see you there. Do you have anything else to tell me or can I go?â Methuselah asked in irritation,
âYou may leave. But I do wish to say that we miss you around here Methuselah. You really need to come around here moreâ Kaminari said kindly. For Forest, that was the first time he saw Methuselah angry about anything since he met him. Methuselah walked away down the mountain and after a few moments, it was just Forest and Kaminari.
âWhat would you like to know from me sir?â Forest asked in slight confusion,
âOh, yes. Sorry about that. I would like to request that you do something for me tomorrow morning when we take you to the place.â Kaminari said,
âWhat would it be?â
âThat you would take Coral with you.â Kaminari said,
Forest was flabbergasted, he didnât expect to be asked this as a question or any question for that matter. âWhy, wouldnât her parents have to agree to that before you ask?â Forest asked in awe.
âShe doesnât belong here anymore, her parents and I both agreed on that. They were the first to bring it up to me that she doesnât belong here. Sheâs not like us⌠in a good way.â Kaminari said, âI love her like my own. Iâm her godfather and she was always a spunky hatchling. But she was never content with this place, her home, or Scorched Earth.â Kaminari said, as tears came down his face. Forest saw that he cared for her as much as any father could.
âBut how do you know itâs with us and not someone else?â Forest asked,
âI donât, not exactly⌠You see, it's one of our legends. What do you know of our legends?â Kaminari asked. Forest shrugged.
âI know of one thanks to Coral telling me. The legends of the seers and the legend of The Wyvern Slayers.â Forest said.
âSo you already know of the seers?â
âYeah, why?â
âBecause this legend is about the seers. You see, it was foretold by one seer that during the last generation of the wyvern seers. Wanderers sent by the gods of a strange land would come, and would need to take the gift of the spirit of foretelling. This would be our payment for the blessing of having the gift for so many generations. As it would become their blessing in their land once they return home.â Kaminari said.
âOk, but what does this have to do with Coral? She said the seer has been dead since she was a hatchling, and the next one wonât be picked until they reach adulthood.â Forest said confused. Kaminari smiled and chuckled.
âThat would be true in most circumstances, but in this. The seer must be announced early. And Coral is the seer, as was told to me by my predecessor when I took office. That was a shock to me to find that my goddaughter was the one who was called to be the next seer. But her time to be a seer here is not what she was called to be. She was called to be the last gift, and so she is called to be the seer of the wanderers. To you, The Wyvern Slayers.â He said.
âBut how do you know, the legend doesnât refer to the wanderers as The Wyvern Slayers. What makes you think it will be us?â Forest asked. Kaminari shrugged.
âI really donât know, I believe its you. But I donât know. You on the other hand will be the one to know.â
âMe? How will I know?â Forest remarked.
âBecause I am going to tell you what she told me about one of her dreams, or visions as they are.â Kaminari said,
âThat still doesnât how-â âShe told me she dreamed about a place where myth and reality are one. Far beyond that of anything we talk about or were told of. Where three supernatural realms exist outside of the domain of their gods. Where the gods and god killers of human myth guard this cold. Yet, a beautiful place. She spoke of mountains of smoke, where fields of lava blossomed; a land of green further than the eye can see. Places with deserts of white cold and water. Trees taller than some of the mountains that fill this world. She spoke of heroes who saved it from chaos. That they were brought together by a spirit of foretelling, and that spirit who brought them together was named Peeri.â Kaminari continued.
Forest was in awe, he didnât know what to say. What little he described sounded just like Fjordur. Could he be lying? But how could he know Peeriâs name? Forest couldnât understand it. He turned and started walking away. To where he didnât know. He didnât get far though. Kaminari ran up to him and stopped him before he could go further.
âYou donât have to give me an answer now, you donât have to even say yes. All I want you to do is if you feel that you need to, take her with you. It isnât a command, itâs a request. Just please give me an answer at tonightâs feast.â Kaminari said in a frail voice.
âOkay. And I promise I will.â Forest said,
âThank you.â Kaminari said. Forest looked at Kaminari with a puzzled look.
âSo, was this something you came to me on the spot with or did you plan on asking me this if we proved to be who we said we were?â Forest asked. Kaminari sighed.
âI planned on asking you when I first heard that The Wyvern Slayers of Fjordur were here. Most of what I did was for show for the other wyverns in my cabinet. Theyâre a skeptical bunch, but they keep my head on a steady balance. But I believed the same as Viper, who believed you three to say who you were. She was the one who said that it was time for Coral to leave once you three arrived. Why do you think she sent her so soon to stay with you? She wanted you three to get to know her, and maybe wish to take her. But again, you decide on that. Iâm sorry. I donât mean to push.â Kaminari said choking up. He genuinely seems to love Coral like his own daughter.
âWould you like me to take you to Viperâs nest?â Kaminari asked his voice cracked.
âYes, yes I would. Thank you!â Forest said smiling softly.
Kaminari launched himself into the air, then circled back and grabbed Forest. Then flew off towards the Worldâs Scar.
~
Within another part of the Scorched Earth mountain ranges. A small pack of Troodons was being led by a basic linguist scout named Butch walked as being led by a large avian bird. The bird rotated its head back looking at them before cackling. He strode along with the group of Troodons following. This bird led them to a gorge. Where a wake of Argentavises had gathered in both the air and on the ground. The sound of the screeches and the rattling of bones filled the air, and so too did the smell of death. The Argentavises were barbarians here unlike other Arks. Other arks did carry some of the traits of brutality, but Scorched Earthâs brutality was on another level. And for all the brutality on other arks, they held high standards of life with speech, food sources, intellect, and nesting grounds. Not with the ones on Scorched. They spoke poorly, they werenât awfully smart, they nested anywhere, and they hunted anything.
âHear ye, Hear ye.â The Argent said announcing to the other Argentavises. The others looked over at the Argentavis and the guests he brought.
âYous see that guests have appeared to Talontooth, guests asked Talontooth to take guests to leader. So Talontooth agreed.â Talontooth, the Argent that took them to the gorge said. An Argentavis landed in front of the group. Bones were messed through his feathers as he stared down the group.
âWhat do guests want with Bloodbeak?â The Argentavis said.
âGuests say they have offer for Bloodbeak.â Talontooth said.
âThen guest should speak and let Bloodbeak hear the offer.â The Argentavis, whom Butch presumed was Bloodbeak. Butch hated the Argentavis language here.
âWhat are they saying?â A troodon named Creditch asked.
âTheyâre asking what we want to offer?â Butch responded.
âThen let's get this over with, the sooner we say and they agree. The sooner no one can corroborateďżź us with this operation.â Creditch said. He began to say aloud what he wanted as Butch translated into avian.
âOh, Bloodbeak, leader of the Argentavis Mountain tribe. We wish to have you lead an invasion attack into the Wyvern Trench with us for a total and complete extermination of the wyverns. If you do so and we succeed. We will give you the full trench access and control as we only wish for the eradication of the trench and we know that you hold a claim as to the trench being your ancestral home. So we see this for you as a how weâd say âtwo birds with one stoneâ proposition for you.â Butch translated to Bloodbeak and the other Argentavises. Bloodbeak seemed extremely interested. And from the sound of the squawking and ragged feather flapping of the crowd. It seemed to be gaining the interest of other Argentavises. Bloodbeak stood tall as he looked down upon the troodons.
âBloodbeak like this propo-thingy Guests say. When do Argantavises attack with Guests?â Bloodbeak asked. Butch translated to Creditch who told him the answer and why.
âTonight.â As Butch said the word. The Argentavises went up in an uproar. A mix of fluster and excitement as squawks and screeches were heard from everywhere. But Bloodbeak seemed more concerned with the idea.
âWhy attack so soon?â He asked.
âBecause the wyverns have a planned festival tonight, as it's the Night of the Seer, the night they were first bleâ it doesnât matter. What matters is theyâll be busy and off guard. Making them susceptible to an easy eradication.â Butch answered. Bloodbeak weighed it and seemed genuinely surprised.
âMakes sense to Bloodbeak.â He then immediately turned to the Argentavises.
âBloodbeak decided to have Argentavises kill the Wyverns at first light of dusk!!!â He shouted. And he was answered with the cheers and screeches of the Argentavises. They then all flew off into the higher mountain ranges. Leaving the Troodons completely alone in the gorge. Butch then turned to the others.
âThey took it. Theyâre attacking at dusk.â Butch said. The troodons all clapped in success as they stood there. All except Creditch.
âAre we sure they wonât associate us with the inspiration?â He asked. Butch laughed.
âThose thugs?! As soon as they're alone, theyâll forget we even proposed it. Theyâll presume it was their leader's plan, and when the Mantises join the attack. Theyâll presume they made the pact with Mantises. They wonât correlate us with the idea.â Butch answered. Creditch nodded.
âGood, good. Now lets hope the others had just as good of luck with their operation.â
~
Within the endless dunes of Scorched Earth, a band of six Troodons wandered through them. Being led by the scout who met with the Lords, his name being Heretic. He and the others carried large burlap sacks as they walked through the desert. They only had to walk for a short distance as they could see a large group of what they wanted. Mantises. They seem to know they were coming, as forty or so had gathered in the dunes. Heretic thought this was unusual. But these were insects, they behaved in mysterious ways.
Their group walked up to them finally. But they came to the problem of how to converse. Insects were a difficult kind to speak to. Even with a linguist (which they didnât have). Because unless insects are bred tamed and raised near other creatures. They had extreme difficulty speaking outside of their language which was difficult for other creatures to understand. So it was a standstill of awkwardness for that moment. Until Heretic finally broke it.
âAre any of you able to speak or under-â
âIIIII AAAAAAAMMMMMM KKKKKKKAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS. SSSSSSSPPPPEEEEEAAAAAAKKKKKK!!!!!â the front Mantis hissed. Acknowledging that they spoke Carnivore. Heretic cleared his throat as he looked up at the Mantis.
âOh KARRRRAKIS, leader of the Mantis Dunes. We come here to make the proposition to have you lead an assault on the Wyvern Trench with Argentavises for the reason of complete and total eradication of the wyverns.â The dunes were filled with vicious hisses of the Mantises as Heretic said this. He paused for a moment in fright. âWe know-â
âWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!â KARRRRAKIS hissed with extreme volume.
âWait, I havenât even-â
âWWWEEEAAAPPPOOONNNSSS, AAANNNDDD WWWEEE SSSHHHAAALLLLLLL DDDOOO YYYOOOUUURRR BBBIIIDDDIIINNNGG!!!â He hissed. The other Mantises hissed alongside their leader in anticipation. Heretic looked at the other troodons and shrugged.
âShow them the payment.â He said as he dumped his burlap bag. Revealing piles of swords, sickles, axes, picks, and pikes. The other troodon soon followed. Heretic looked at KARRRRAKIS and smiled.
âWe brought these in hopes that this might persuade you into joining âthe causeâ.â Heretic said as the rest troodons finished unloading the weapons they brought. And as the last troodon finished unloading their sack. The Mantises jumped upon the chance to grab any and all weapons they troodons had finished giving them. KARRRRAKIS watched as the pile of weapons slowly disappeared and was taken by his subordinates.
âIIISSS TTTHHHAAATTT AAALLLLLL?â KARRRRAKIS asked hissing. Heretic seemed surprised. They had brought enough weapons for an army three times their numbers and they wanted more?
âWas that enough?â
âWWWEEERRREEE TTTHHHEEERRREEE AAANNNYYY OOOTTTHHHEEERRR TTTAAARRRGGGEEETTTSSS?â KARRRRAKIS retorted. Heretic then understood what he meant.
âMake sure if you see a stray troodon and any other strange creatures that are with him⌠are eliminated completely. And you will be paid greatly for doing so.â Heretic said. KARRRRAKIS retracted his arm closer to his body and lowered his head in a bow.
âIIITTT SSSHHHAAALLLLLL BBBEEE DDDOOONNNEEE.â KARRRRAKIS said. He turned to the other Mantises and let out a series of hisses and other insect noises. Heretic watched as the Mantises began to disperse Heretic was beginning to get confused at what was going on.
âWait, we havenât even tol-â âWWWEEE KKKNNNOOOWWW WWWHHHEEENNN TTTHHHEEE FFFEEESSSTTTIIIVVVAAALLL BBBEEEGGGIIINNNSSSS. WWWEEE SSSTTTRRRIIIKKKEEE AAATTT DDDUUUSSSKKK.â KARRRRAKIS said. Heretic stood speechless as they disappeared into the dunes. Then, one of the troodons with them stepped forward.
âCan we trust them to stay to their word?â the troodon named Jass questioned. Heretic scoffed at her questioning.
âThe Mantises have a deep hatred for the wyverns that we donât even know the answer to. They will go through with it.â Heretic said, looking at her. She still seemed to question it.
âOkay, but can they go through with it? Can they eliminate the wyverns and our targets?â Jass asked.
âEver heard of their attack on Nosti?â Heretic asked. Jass shook her head.
âThe city of Nosti was considered one of the most powerful cities of Man within Scorched Earth, and a few small bands of mantises half the amount we saw with minimal coordinated efforts had the city on the ropes for days. With a fraction of the hate the mantises hold for the wyverns to the humans. With their number and their hatred. The Mantises will make sure to coordinate and ensure not a single wyvern escapes.â Heretic answered. Another troodon named Trident joined in the conversation.
âPlus the Argentavises will be aiding the assault on the trench. That means theyâll be an assault from both the ground, and the air.â Trident said.
âWhich means the wyverns and fugitives are trapped in the trench. As the Argentavises will attack from the mountain, while the Mantises attack from the dunes.â Heretic said.
âWith the odds far in our favor, the wyverns and the fugitives will be completely eviscerated by dawnâs break tomorrow.â
This is Rockwellâs side of the story:He is an inventor and maybe anatomist who makes it through the island and scorched earth but when he gets to aberration the story changes. He wants to study so he injects himself with fluid element and turns into... this Rockwell. Later on(in extinction) the world is controlled by element and itâs a valuable resource. Later in Genisis 1 in the end he grabs you and pulls you somewhere. In genisis 2 he brought you to a ship that he controls. Not much is known about genisis 2 but we think Rockwell wants power and to be a god so you might fight him in genisis 2.
I hope you liked this.
Why does Rockwell say this in his final form: Helena im afraid.
Rockwellâs rage (chapter 1)
The ark fell down faster than the other arks that was descending down slowly. Aberration was different, because it got corrupted and malfunctioned it was never even supposed to exist. It crash landed on earth destroying the ark even more, now Rockwell was free.
-At last Iâm free... Iâm finally free! Rockwell shouted, but it only came out as a loud scream instead. Rockwellâs plan of revenge was starting to come true.
Made by Krill hope you enjoyed it arrow upp for more
Rockwell is Sir Edmund Rockwell ,who in aberration injected molten element into his right arm which then made him become a hideous monstrosity that killed most of the Tek Tribe and was banished when Mi Yein and Helena fought him in the ARKâs deepest cavern; He accidentally fell into the Guardian Chamber where he became the The ARKâs New Overseer.
Maybe going to make a story with the aberration map. I will put it here if I do. Ten votes to this post and I will make it.
Edmund Rockwell, a chemist from the 1800s. Reborn on the arks, survival was not his interest. Instead, he wanted to know everything about this world. He partnered with the reborn Roman general Gaius Nerva, who both could care less about human lives. Nerva wanted to be the king and emperor of the ark, and Edmund wanted to know everything about it and so they started a partnership. Edmund would meet Helena and they would become quite close over their shared fascination of the arks. However, Helenaâs morality would put a rift between them. After Helena and Mei Ling had returned from fighting the megapithecus, Edmund and Nerva led a battle against them, causing Helenaâs giga to berserk, killing nearly everyone and everything. Helena was taken as a hostage by Nerva and Rockwell. She would be dragged through the overseer cave and into the battle, but left behind and unconscious as the battle started. Rockwell would survive, but Mei Ling would kill Nerva and interrupt the ascension process, sending herself and Nerva to aberration, and Rockwell to Scorched Earth. After Helena woke up and went to Scorched Earth, her and Rockwell had a tenuous alliance to survive and escape this ark, which they did, bringing them to aberration. On this ark, Rockwell was fascinated by the technology from the future that aberatiionâs inhabitants came from. He started his experiments with âEdmundiumâ (element) and in secret used it on people, mutating and transforming them into the nameless that wanted the dark. In the end, Rockwell went mad, and used edmundium on himself, becoming a monstrous entity that resides in the deepest depths of this broken ark, forever longing for revenge or death. That is, until you arrive on this ark, survivor.
Am I the only one that think you should be able to cure Rockwell. And have him do certain tasks in your Base ps heâs doing it as thanks for curing him
Yes but f some of you donât know Rockwell here is the same guy from the note. NOW GO TO YOUTUBE AND SERCH NeddyTheNoodle AND WATCH THE SURVIVAL STORYS NOW
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 85: Judgement Day
Original Post Date: Jul 12, 2024
Note: Story starts in Wyvern, Aerial ABC backwards filter and has a Prologue. Last chapter in Sabertooth, next chapter in Rock Elemental.
~
Warren patrolled the streets quietly, hiding away in his black hoodie and his black sweatpants. He had his gun hidden away in his holster, and his eyes glanced back and forth to ensure that nobody was following him, and that nobody was watching him.
âI hope Sammy doesnât try following me,â Warren thought gloomily, his head hung low, âAnd I hope she understands why I had to do this.â
The streets were eerily quiet this time of night. Not a single soul could be found in sight, and the only source of light were the dim streetlights that dotted the roads. All of the buildings had their lights left off, except for the Obelisk, smack dab in the middle of the Capital. Warren peered up at the building but couldnât see anybody inside. The Capital seemed like a ghost town during the night. Something about it gave him chills, as if he shouldnât be doing this.
âI canât bring the others though,â Warren told himself, as he got closer and closer to the walls of the Inner City, âI wonât let them die on my watch.â
Warren finally reached the wall. He pressed the palm of his hand against the concrete, and he leaned his forehead against it. Everything he had worked for had led up to this moment. It was time to finally save his son.
âHere I come.â
Warren reached into the backpack Son had given him and pulled out a rope with a hook attached to it. He took out a climbing vest and placed it atop his hoodie, and then hooked it up to the rope. He threw the rope as hard as he could, and with major success, it landed on top of the wall. Warren pulled down on the rope, making the hook dig into the concrete. And then he began to climb.
Warren began to pull himself up with all of his strength, the thought of his friends on his mind and the stakes fresh in his soul. He gritted his teeth as he pulled himself meter after meter of the wall, his feet moving up with him. Halfway up the wall, his foot slipped. Warren let out a grunt, and he began to sweat a storm as he looked down at the drop. He lifted his foot up and placed it back on the wall, continuing to climb.
âThank you, Jack,â Warren mumbled under his breath, âThank you for the boots.â
Warren shut his eyes tight and continued to climb. His arms began to burn, and the sweat began to soak throughout the rest of his body. He whispered the names of those he cared about under his breath.
âDarren, Jack, Calem, Son, Rachel, Wren, Samuel⌠Sammy,â Warren whispered, âDarren, Jack, Calem, Son, Rachel, Wren, Samuel, Sammy.â
He repeated the names over and over in his head and through breath, and slowly but surely he began to make it to the top of the wall. The clouds above seemed to grow larger in size as he ascended, and the lights below grew dimmer, making the Obeliskâs lights buzz in his eyes brighter. Warren squinted his eyes as he grabbed a hold of the top with his gloved hands. The top didnât have barbed wire, fortunately for him, otherwise the plan would have never worked. He boosted himself up and took a seat on top, looking down below while gasping for air.
As he regained his stamina, he let out a sigh of relief, placing his left hand over his heart and balancing his body with his right.
âThank you, Son, for the climbing gear,â Warren said.
Warren quickly jumped down from the wall, the climbing rope slowing his descent. He landed on the ground softly, and he looked up to see a set of sliding doors that lead to the inside of the Obelisk. Warren unhooked the rope from his vest, and then slid the vest off his chest, tossing it to the ground. He would come back for it later when needed.
âThank you, Rachel, for being a good friend,â Warren muttered, walking up to the sliding doors slowly. As he stepped foot near the door, they slid open for him. He walked inside, and a draft of cool air flew past his skin, which felt especially nice in the humid tropical weather. He looked around for a moment. There was nothing but a receptionistâs desk, a few waiting chairs, and an elevator. There didnât seem to be anyone around, oddly enough.
DING!
The elevator doors slowly began to open up, and Warren quickly equipped his silenced gun, aiming it at the elevator. The elevator doors slowly opened up to reveal seven UIA agents. The agents reached for their guns, but Warren quickly shot at all of them.
BAM BAM BAM! BAM BAM BAM! BAM!
The agents all dropped to the floor, dead. Warren sighed to himself, his hands trembling and his body shaking. He quickly put his gun away and quickly walked into the elevator. He stepped over a corpse and looked at the elevator buttons. His eyes darted to the 200th button. He pressed it, and the elevator began to rise to the 200th floor.
âThank you, my children, for making me realize my wrongs,â Warren murmured as the elevator slowly began to approach the 200th floor. Warrenâs heart pumped against his chest, and alas, the elevator reached the final floor.
Ding.
The elevator doors swung open, leaving nothing but a long hallway for Warren to tread through, and a singular door at the end. Warren stepped over the dead bodies and out of the elevator, which closed behind him. Warren steadily put a hand on his gun and pulled it out, holding it out in front of him with a tight grip and slowly moving toward the office door.
Warren slowly looked to his left and right. There were six offices in total, three on each side. The only thing that separated the offices from the hallways were the glass barriers that let passers by look inside. Each one had a name stand, and each one was oddly empty. Rage, Neuron, Perseverance, Ash, Terra, and Jackpot.
âSpecial agents, I presume,â Warren realized, âThese are probably the ones with the colored suits that always stick by the Presidentâs side. Itâs a good thing theyâre not around to stop me.â
Clunk, clunk, clunk.
Warren approached the final office door, and reached his hand out, grabbing at the doorknob and swinging the door open. A bright light flashed in Warrenâs eyes, and the Presidentâs office was revealed to him. There was a singular granite table with a load of files and papers atop. Warren eyed it carefully and spotted a picture of his son on the top.
Samuel.
Implant Attribute: None.
Status: Alive.
âSamuelâŚâ Warren thought, âYouâre okay.â
Warren looked up at the wall to see a stand with a metal case that had blue energy coursing through it. A singular leather book was also leaning against the wall on the stand. It was Dan Walkerâs book, Tales of Evolution and Survival. Darren was right. Dan Walker was the author.
âThank you, Darren, for your sacrifice,â Warren said, as he looked at the President, who calmly sat on his office chair. The President looked at Warren with unamusement, blinking his eyes softly. His arms lay dormant on the armrests, and he stared at Warren as if he were a child that needed to be watched over.
âAre you done staring yet?â the President asked, raising an eyebrow. Warren glared at the President and pointed the gun at his head. The President didnât move an inch.
âBring everyone down from that ARK, NOW!â Warren demanded, his teeth gritted and his eyebrows furrowed in rage. The President rolled his eyes. A gun manifested in his left hand, and he aimed at Warrenâs stomach and pulled the trigger.
BAM!
The bullet hit Warren in the stomach , and he let out a gasp as he stumbled back, clutching it tightly. His eyes began to waver as smoke poured from the barrel of the Presidentâs gun. The President smiled.
âFool.â
Warren planted his two feet on the ground, regaining his breath. He smiled, and with sudden speed he shot at the Presidentâs left wrist.
POW!
The bullet slammed into a strange implant embedded into his skin, and the President let out a cry of pain as the gun flew out of his left hand and toward the glass walls. The implantâs purple orb began to fade away, and the color disappeared. The President clutched his hand, as if trying to create another gun, but nothing came. Warren took another shot at his wrist.
POW!
The bullet hit the implant again, digging further and further into his skin. The President let out another cry of pain as he clutched onto his wrist. The President looked up to see Warrenâs gun pointed at his forehead.
âDid yaâ think you could kill me so easily?â Warren sneered. He reached for his hoodie, and pulled out a book from the hoodie pockets. It was Tales of Evolution and Survival, which Calem had lended to him before his mission. A bullet was wedged into the leather cover, the tip burrowed into the pages.
âYour own book will be your downfall, ironic huh?â Warren taunted him, pressing the gun further into his forehead. He sighed, closing his eyes, and whispering,
âThanks Calem, for the book.â
Warren opened his eyes again. The President was glaring at Warren, his fists clenched and his eyes squinted.
âFine⌠What do you want?â The President asked. Warren moved his finger to the trigger.
âYou know exactly what I want,â Warren said, âI want you to bring all of the scholars back down here to Earth, and I want you to be put behind bars. Youâve done enough damage alreadyâŚâ
The President snarled.
âIt ainât that easy kid. There isnât a button that can just magically bring them back. They all have to be gathered in one place at the same time if I want to teleport them,â Dan Walker glared.
âThen make them gather up in one place.â
Dan Walker looked down at the ground.
âIâll do that if you tell me your story. Then⌠Do whatever you want to me.â
Warrenâs eyes widened. The grip on his gun loosened. The constellations in the night sky seemed to be glowing brighter than usual. The stars twinkled, making strange buzzing and beeping noises that Warren didnât bother deciphering.
âFine. Iâll tell you my story.â
Warren started from the very beginning of his high school days, and then transitioned all the way to the very end. Now. He talked about Walt and Rachel, he talked about his family and his break up with Sam, he talked about the investigation and horrors he went through to find his last son, and he talked about his newfound friends.
âI told you everything,â Warren said, âNow. Bring them all in one place.â
The President smiled.
âMr. Justice⌠You have a beautiful story to tell. Iâll make sure to put it to good use.â
Warren raised his eyebrow and barred his teeth.
âWhat are you talking about?! Enough stalling and just bring them back already!â
The President began to giggle like a little girl, and then showed his implant, which was glowing purple again. A wave of fear rushed over Warrenâs body, and he quickly pointed his gun at the implant and shot at it again.
BANG BANG BANG!
The bullets merely bounced off the orb, and Warren looked at his gun in horror to see that it was disintegrating. It instantly collapsed into a pile of dust, and it fell to the ground in waves. Warren let out a scream of rage and slammed his fist into the Presidentâs cheek, but the President didnât even budge an inch as his fist made impact. The President waved his left hand again with a sinister smile, and Warren was lifted up into the air. He waved his left hand and Warren slammed into a wall.
âUgh, get off me!â Warren screamed, trying to get out of his grasp. It didnât help. It was like there were invisible hands pinning him against the wall. Warren looked around in horror to see the office shimmer away from his view. They seemed to be in a forest now, and there were prehistoric beasts everywhere.
âYou canât fight a god, Warren,â the President told him. The President sighed and closed his eyes. Warren dropped to the ground. Warren got up from the ground.
âWhat are you on about? I thought you wanted to finish your story? Not become a god!â Warren screamed out at him, âYou canât become a god! Thatâs impossible! Someone will always be there to take you down!â
The President smiled at his words.
âFinishing my story will make me a god,â the President revealed, âThe constellations will finally be in my favor. Back then I was powerless. My story was flawed. It was nothing. But then a man named Scott Graham was a living proof that I could become so much more⌠And a constellation named Moonflight was proof that I no longer needed to be a constellation. I could become a creator. So now here I am. A real god. A being over heaven.â
The President lifted his arms in the air, and in an instant the trees came crashing down. A volcano in the distance billowed with lava. The reality around them began to shimmer, and they were brought back to the Presidentâs office.
âThe only difference is that I shall become a god of this realm, and not the other. That was the problem he had. Thatâs why his creations managed to take him down. But me? Nobody can take me down. Iâm invincible. Iâm the strongest,â Dan Walker snickered, âAnd a lower being like you never stood a chance. I was merely toying with your existence. My implant can be destroyed, yes, but you need to act fast. In just a minute it will return to normal⌠But you wanted to play the cop.â
Dan Walker pointed a finger gun at Warrenâs heart and flicked it.
POW!
A bullet hit Warrenâs heart, and he let out a gasp of pain. Warrenâs vision began to fade as he collapsed to the ground. Warren let out a cough as blood spurt from his lips. The President looked on with a smug smile.
âToo bad. You know I donât believe in good endings. So thereâs that.â
The President turned away and sat back on his office chair.
âGoodbye, Warren. See you never.â
Warren let out a cough of blood. His eyes began to fill with tears, and he could hear his friendsâ voices.
âItâs going to be okay,â Calem comforted him, âYou tried your best.â
âYouâll always be my hero,â Jack claimed.
âYou will always be a man of justice, Warren,â Son said, âStand proud. You are strong.â
âThank you,â Rachel simply stated.
âI forgive you Dad,â Wren softly whispered.
âIt wonât be in vain,â Samuel muttered.
âI love you,â Samantha uttered.
Warren began to cry, as his life faded away.
âIâm sorry, Samantha. Iâm so sorry I couldnât make it up to you. I failed you,â he thought grimly, as a white light flashed his vision, âIâm so sorry.â
âI love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you Sammy. With all my heart, I love youâŚâ
âGoodbye.â
