This is the Rockwell from the notes. He was a 1900s scientist from England brought back to the present. He grew a large obsession over element and he injected himself with it which mutated him into this creature. He was took down by Helena and he was left in the depths of aberration for years. The next time he meets someone is from the explorer notes from the teens in aberration that all die. One fights Rockwell and that is the last death he would have caused (other than you obviously lol).

Overseer (Previous in Overseer (lol) )

Chapter 27

I won’t survive in one safe place, Fuzzball thought. He quickly ran to another pillar, right before the previous pillar got burned down. Suddenly the place changed, the scene was snowing on a sunny bright day, Fuzzball could see himself there, stabbed in the back by something that was blurred out. Then it shifted again, there was sadness and grieving, he could see a cross that said ‘Fuzzball’, behind the bushes and trees a little Ferox peeked outside and giggled, then vanished into the bushes.

Once again the world around him shifted again, the bright snow that used to be in the snow biome was gone. It was empty, it was so quiet that only the winds and dead trees were the only source of sound. Fuzzball walked around, all the caves and burrows were gone, some fire sizzled in the far distance, the sky was filled with ashes and orange stripes. There were no bodies, it was like hell. Fuzzball kept walking, desperate to get out of this place. It is all just a dream, Fuzzball said to himself. It’s all just a dream. Suddenly Fuzzball stumbled upon a broken piece of machine that seemed to be left powered on. Suddenly it beeped and started talking:

“ June 16, 2251,

Gregory has found a new source of life for our extinguish planet. The Homo Deus and Humans have worked together to create and build the last and final hope of human survival after the UFE and Fed’s war. The Colony ship is being launched in some months, but they have disagreed on it. Both have agreed to build another chance for human lives.

The Arks. I am classified to speak of it as they are still working on it. The creators have added extinct dinosaurs and fantasy into it, and hope that the strongest survivors may lift and continue the human race is the best I can tell you. I do not know how long we can continue building, our planet is being consumed by the long wars of the UFE and Fed’s. It is slowly being diminished into ashes and elements.

To anyone that may find this one day, do not continue searching for the keystones. They will come rescue you one day, I doubt that anyone is alive back at Earth by the time someone reads this message. BANG. Oh no, no no no- BANG. AAAAHH-”

There were yelling as the speaker cried and shouted, finally it quieted down. It horrified Fuzzball, who were the Homo? What was the UFE war? What is Earth? And what do they mean the Arks? Surely they aren’t just created, Fuzzball thought. Suddenly he fainted and everything disappeared.

“Are you sure he’s ok?”

“He must be. I wonder why he just fainted in the woods.”

“Perhaps of anxiety and stress?”

“Oh shut up, that's nonsense. Must be a heat stroke.”

Fuzzball felt a wet towel pressed against his forehead, he opened his eyes and saw Sand and Bob standing next to him. Sang was sitting far behind them, waiting for something…

“Fuzzball! You're awake! What happened?”

Fuzzball looked at Bob and could sense that he felt sorry for him.

“T-the machine, where is it?” Fuzzball got up and looked for it, tossing aside tables and woods. “Where is it?”

“Fuzzball, calm down! There was no machine with you, we found you laying down in the woods.” Sand replied as he grabbed Fuzzball by the arm. He calmed down and sat down. How could this happen? Was it all just a dream? Of course not, he felt the heat of the dragon breathing upon him, he could feel the machines touch.

Suddenly Fuzzball remembered, there was something wrong with the sky, it was open… He quickly dashed outside and looked up, and surely there were small lines, soon it was in shapes.

“Fuzzball, what are you doing?” Bob asked as he looked up at the sky.

How could he have missed it? It was there the whole time. Finally Fuzzball understood the message.

They were in a simulation.

“Sand, we have to go back. The Tails must know this!”

“Fuzzball, what are you talking about? Gig just send us here to… I don’t know? Stop the C.A.I.F.T? But Gig didn’t tell us what we were supposed to do…” Sand hesitated, finally he gave a little gasp of surprise. “Could it… just could it be that Gig banished me from the Tails with you!? Oh why, we have to go back!” Sand suddenly started to cry and mumbled something that was inaudible.

Fuzzball looked at Sand and waited until he stopped. “No, they didn’t banish us. The council couldn’t, after all of that journey, they can’t just kick us out. Unless…” Suddenly Fuzzball knew what Gig was trying to do. They didn’t send any spies to the real world, they have been asking Fuzzball weird questions such as what he was dreaming of and does he foresee anything so they can keep track of what's happening in the real world.

The council was using them as the spy, they knew they couldn’t keep Fuzzball any longer because the C.A.I.F.T would go after them. They were left to stop the war. But they didn’t know about the secret barrier in the sky.

“Sand, we have to go back to the Giganti- whatever the monkey’s base in the redwoods, they have to know about this!”

“But weren’t they part of the C.A.I.F.T like you said? You’re gonna turn us in?”

“No! They are mine only closest friends left, if we could just secretly contact scar, maybe she would actually help us. We have to end this war as soon as possible or else all the lands and biomes would be destroyed. Come on!”

“Wait, what about me?” Bob asked, pulling on Fuzzball arms. The little Dodo had scars on one side of his body, he had become tougher soon after they lost him in the swamp. Fuzzball guessed it was a miracle that he survived and didn’t come with them to the desert.

Fuzzball wondered for a second then said, “You should stay here, you could be my backup base in case.” Then he grinned and leaned to Bob’s ear. “Maybe add some fortification around the camp?”

“Ooh! I can do that! Bye Fuzzball! Come on Sang!” Bob happily said and hummed a song while running back to a tent.

When Bob was gone Fuzzball looked at Sand. “Let’s go.” Fuzzball said as he climbed onto Sand’s back.

Soon they rode away deep into the woods, going back to the Gigantipitchus base.

-SandmasterXD

Note: hope y’all enjoying this series right now! I forgot to say but next chapter in Ice Titan. See ya!

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.

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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.

“I hope Sammy doesn’t try following me,” Warren thought gloomily, his head hung low, “And I hope she understands why I had to do this.”

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 couldn’t see anybody inside. The Capital seemed like a ghost town during the night. Something about it gave him chills, as if he shouldn’t be doing this.

“I can’t bring the others though,” Warren told himself, as he got closer and closer to the walls of the Inner City, “I won’t let them die on my watch.”

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.

“Here I come.”

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.

“Thank you, Jack,” Warren mumbled under his breath, “Thank you for the boots.”

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.

“Darren, Jack, Calem, Son, Rachel, Wren, Samuel… Sammy,” Warren whispered, “Darren, Jack, Calem, Son, Rachel, Wren, Samuel, Sammy.”

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 Obelisk’s lights buzz in his eyes brighter. Warren squinted his eyes as he grabbed a hold of the top with his gloved hands. The top didn’t 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.

“Thank you, Son, for the climbing gear,” 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.

“Thank you, Rachel, for being a good friend,” 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 receptionist’s desk, a few waiting chairs, and an elevator. There didn’t 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.

“Thank you, my children, for making me realize my wrongs,” Warren murmured as the elevator slowly began to approach the 200th floor. Warren’s 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.

“Special agents, I presume,” Warren realized, “These are probably the ones with the colored suits that always stick by the President’s side. It’s a good thing they’re not around to stop me.”

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 Warren’s eyes, and the President’s 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.

“Samuel…” Warren thought, “You’re okay.”

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 Walker’s book, Tales of Evolution and Survival. Darren was right. Dan Walker was the author.

“Thank you, Darren, for your sacrifice,” 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.

“Are you done staring yet?” the President asked, raising an eyebrow. Warren glared at the President and pointed the gun at his head. The President didn’t move an inch.

“Bring everyone down from that ARK, NOW!” 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 Warren’s 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 President’s gun. The President smiled.

“Fool.”

Warren planted his two feet on the ground, regaining his breath. He smiled, and with sudden speed he shot at the President’s 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 implant’s 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 Warren’s gun pointed at his forehead.

“Did ya’ think you could kill me so easily?” 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.

“Your own book will be your downfall, ironic huh?” Warren taunted him, pressing the gun further into his forehead. He sighed, closing his eyes, and whispering,

“Thanks Calem, for the book.”

Warren opened his eyes again. The President was glaring at Warren, his fists clenched and his eyes squinted.

“Fine… What do you want?” The President asked. Warren moved his finger to the trigger.

“You know exactly what I want,” Warren said, “I want you to bring all of the scholars back down here to Earth, and I want you to be put behind bars. You’ve done enough damage already…”

The President snarled.

“It ain’t that easy kid. There isn’t 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,” Dan Walker glared.

“Then make them gather up in one place.”

Dan Walker looked down at the ground.

“I’ll do that if you tell me your story. Then… Do whatever you want to me.”

Warren’s 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 didn’t bother deciphering.

“Fine. I’ll tell you my story.”

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.

“I told you everything,” Warren said, “Now. Bring them all in one place.”

The President smiled.

“Mr. Justice… You have a beautiful story to tell. I’ll make sure to put it to good use.”

Warren raised his eyebrow and barred his teeth.

“What are you talking about?! Enough stalling and just bring them back already!”

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 Warren’s 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 President’s cheek, but the President didn’t 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.

“Ugh, get off me!” Warren screamed, trying to get out of his grasp. It didn’t 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.

“You can’t fight a god, Warren,” the President told him. The President sighed and closed his eyes. Warren dropped to the ground. Warren got up from the ground.

“What are you on about? I thought you wanted to finish your story? Not become a god!” Warren screamed out at him, “You can’t become a god! That’s impossible! Someone will always be there to take you down!”

The President smiled at his words.

“Finishing my story will make me a god,” the President revealed, “The 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.”

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 President’s office.

“The only difference is that I shall become a god of this realm, and not the other. That was the problem he had. That’s why his creations managed to take him down. But me? Nobody can take me down. I’m invincible. I’m the strongest,” Dan Walker snickered, “And 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.”

Dan Walker pointed a finger gun at Warren’s heart and flicked it.

POW!

A bullet hit Warren’s heart, and he let out a gasp of pain. Warren’s 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.

“Too bad. You know I don’t believe in good endings. So there’s that.”

The President turned away and sat back on his office chair.

“Goodbye, Warren. See you never.”

Warren let out a cough of blood. His eyes began to fill with tears, and he could hear his friends’ voices.

“It’s going to be okay,” Calem comforted him, “You tried your best.”

“You’ll always be my hero,” Jack claimed.

“You will always be a man of justice, Warren,” Son said, “Stand proud. You are strong.”

“Thank you,” Rachel simply stated.

“I forgive you Dad,” Wren softly whispered.

“It won’t be in vain,” Samuel muttered.

“I love you,” Samantha uttered.

Warren began to cry, as his life faded away.

“I’m sorry, Samantha. I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it up to you. I failed you,” he thought grimly, as a white light flashed his vision, “I’m so sorry.”

“I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you Sammy. With all my heart, I love you…”

“Goodbye.”

This is Rockwell’s 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 it’s 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.

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, Helena’s 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 Helena’s 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 aberatiion’s inhabitants came from. He started his experiments with “Edmundium” (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.

Rockwell’s 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 I’m free... I’m finally free! Rockwell shouted, but it only came out as a loud scream instead. Rockwell’s 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 ARK’s deepest cavern; He accidentally fell into the Guardian Chamber where he became the The ARK’s 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.

Am I the only one that think you should be able to cure Rockwell. And have him do certain tasks in your Base ps he’s doing it as thanks for curing him

How did Helena become what she is?

This tip wants a Reply.

Yes but f some of you don’t know Rockwell here is the same guy from the note. NOW GO TO YOUTUBE AND SERCH NeddyTheNoodle AND WATCH THE SURVIVAL STORYS NOW

Yes, he is Rockwell the explorer but he's so obsessed with the purple water that he enjected it into himself and ended up like this.

Riddles of The Phoenixes

They thought this story was over. They thought all was at peace. I thought the story was over. I thought all was at peace. But they were wrong, I was wrong. After all…there was more to the story. There was something new. There was…

The lost world.

Chapter one: Causing trouble.

A teenager, about seventeen, ran through the city, dodging carts of food and merchandise that people were selling. Behind him, guards were yelling. He grinned to himself. His name was Cedric. His mother and father, Queen Cyra and King Jack , were the rulers of the Dark Phoenix kingdom. The throne had been passed down to Cyra because the former queen and king had had no children and so Cyra and Jack became king and queen which made Cedric a prince. At the castle the people call him , Prince Cedric, but here in the city…they called him a irresponsible, irrational, mischievous, scoundrel. Why, you ask?

Well, the reason is relatively simple. It’s mostly due to the fact that he…has a sweet spot for causing mischief. Hey, it’s not his fault. He inherited it from his grandfather. And what did Cedric just do? Well, he may have “accidentally” set the statues of the royal family on fire. It started with the statue of him, and then suddenly the others were wrapped in flames as well. They looked rather ugly any way. Cedric jumped over a wagon, being pulled by a merchant. His horse reared back, startled by Cedric .

“Hey!” The merchant called angrily. “Sorry!” Cedric called over his shoulder. “A little bit farther and I can make it to the castle and disappear inside its walls, and pretend to be innocent. Not that anyone would believe me.” He muttered under his breath. Cedric leapt over barrels of gunpowder and raced past a small hospital and a few other buildings. “Get him!” A guard yelled. The wind blew Cedric’s shoulder length hair into his eyes. Cedric grimaced and spit out a piece of his hair, ticking the rest behind his ears. “Come on, come on!” He rounded the corner and was immediately surrounded by guards. Cedric turned. The way he had come from was blocked as well. Cedric sighed heavily. The captain of the guard, who happened to be Captain Paul a friend of his mothers’, frowned at him. “What do you have to say for yourself, young man?” He asked. Cedric shrugged. “It was fun while it lasted.” Cedric said.

Captain Paul frowned. “I don’t know what your parents will do with you.” He said softly. Cedric grinned and pushed his hair out of his face carelessly. “Nobody ever does.” Cedric replied. Captain Paul’s frown deepened. He grabbed Cedric by the ear. “Come with me.” He said. “Ow!” Cedric cried. He tugged the boy along toward the castle. Where Cedric’s father and mother were. Cedric scowled. He had been caught.

Far far away from the Dark phoenix kingdom. A teenage girl sat with her knees clutched to her chest. She was sitting in a windowsill. Her long hair fell to her knees. Tears dripped down her face, and her body shook with sobs. Why did this have to happen to her? Her? Tears soaked her face so that some of her hair stuck to her cheeks. She wiped them away in vain.

Why did she have to go through with this? She didn’t deserve this. “I can’t do this. I don’t want to hurt anyone.” She whispered. She wiped the tears fiercely away. “Just go away. Go away!” She whispered. She hated the tears. It was a sign of weakness her father said. She would not be weak. Could not be! She reached toward her neck and pulled a small rounded silver object and pressed it against her forehead. It was cold but comforting.

She took a breath. “I will do this. I will.” Her eyes closed and a dull red glow danced across her vision. “I will not fail.”

I hope y’all enjoy this book. After all, this is just the beginning of something new…

-SunnyFox57

Actually, this is what happened:

Rockwell became obsessed with element, injected his two bulbdogs with it, and the survivor’s of the tek village slayed them, where later Rockwell injected himself with it (maybe a few survivors?) and then destroyed the tek village, while Helena and mei yin found another way to ascend off aberration. And the corrupted master controller is just Rockwell’s virus AI, so he isn’t a servant.

Rockwell’s rage (chapter 2)

Rockwell’s control room, a sight to behold indeed! Many layers of paradise, and everything is monitored! Yet Rockwell’s reach is not limited by the ARK, he calls home, as the overseer of an ARK, you need to be responsible! Rockwell test subjects always obey, they are maid to slaughter! Cold hearted beasts Rome his now, magnified home! He’s original plans were to rule the galaxy, taking control of a colony ship, for better reach towards the stars! But he changed his mind, “That pesky survivor could destroy my plans, I need a better idea!” He says to himself, finally gaining back his voice! A tentacle whips aggressively in the air, swiping a survivor into a wall, giving the corrupted enforcers a splendid meal. The hidden paradise, is located under the sanctuary, that is soon fully under Rockwell’s command!

-Krill/Surviver

OH MY GOD,

The actor for Rockwell in genesis pt 2 is David tennant. Scrooge Mcduck is in ark survival evolved!!!

-DTG

Rockwell became this “thing” after finding liquid element/edmuntium and injecting it into his shinehorn

Mutating it and after the tribe he belonged to wouldn’t let him have any mor test subjects he injected himself in the arm slightly changing him he then injected his chest which completely changed him into big Rockwell

The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)

Chapter 85: Judgement Day

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.

“I hope Sammy doesn’t try following me,” Warren thought gloomily, his head hung low, “And I hope she understands why I had to do this.”

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 couldn’t see anybody inside. The Capital seemed like a ghost town during the night. Something about it gave him chills, as if he shouldn’t be doing this.

“I can’t bring the others though,” Warren told himself, as he got closer and closer to the walls of the Inner City, “I won’t let them die on my watch.”

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.

“Here I come.”

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.

“Thank you, Jack,” Warren mumbled under his breath, “Thank you for the boots.”

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.

“Darren, Jack, Calem, Son, Rachel, Wren, Samuel… Sammy,” Warren whispered, “Darren, Jack, Calem, Son, Rachel, Wren, Samuel, Sammy.”

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 Obelisk’s lights buzz in his eyes brighter. Warren squinted his eyes as he grabbed a hold of the top with his gloved hands. The top didn’t 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.

“Thank you, Son, for the climbing gear,” 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.

“Thank you, Rachel, for being a good friend,” 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 receptionist’s desk, a few waiting chairs, and an elevator. There didn’t 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.

“Thank you, my children, for making me realize my wrongs,” Warren murmured as the elevator slowly began to approach the 200th floor. Warren’s 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.

“Special agents, I presume,” Warren realized, “These are probably the ones with the colored suits that always stick by the President’s side. It’s a good thing they’re not around to stop me.”

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 Warren’s eyes, and the President’s 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.

“Samuel…” Warren thought, “You’re okay.”

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 Walker’s book, Tales of Evolution and Survival. Darren was right. Dan Walker was the author.

“Thank you, Darren, for your sacrifice,” 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.

“Are you done staring yet?” the President asked, raising an eyebrow. Warren glared at the President and pointed the gun at his head. The President didn’t move an inch.

“Bring everyone down from that ARK, NOW!” 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 Warren’s 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 President’s gun. The President smiled.

“Fool.”

Warren planted his two feet on the ground, regaining his breath. He smiled, and with sudden speed he shot at the President’s 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 implant’s 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 Warren’s gun pointed at his forehead.

“Did ya’ think you could kill me so easily?” 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.

“Your own book will be your downfall, ironic huh?” Warren taunted him, pressing the gun further into his forehead. He sighed, closing his eyes, and whispering,

“Thanks Calem, for the book.”

Warren opened his eyes again. The President was glaring at Warren, his fists clenched and his eyes squinted.

“Fine… What do you want?” The President asked. Warren moved his finger to the trigger.

“You know exactly what I want,” Warren said, “I want you to bring all of the scholars back down here to Earth, and I want you to be put behind bars. You’ve done enough damage already…”

The President snarled.

“It ain’t that easy kid. There isn’t 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,” Dan Walker glared.

“Then make them gather up in one place.”

Dan Walker looked down at the ground.

“I’ll do that if you tell me your story. Then… Do whatever you want to me.”

Warren’s 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 didn’t bother deciphering.

“Fine. I’ll tell you my story.”

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.

“I told you everything,” Warren said, “Now. Bring them all in one place.”

The President smiled.

“Mr. Justice… You have a beautiful story to tell. I’ll make sure to put it to good use.”

Warren raised his eyebrow and barred his teeth.

“What are you talking about?! Enough stalling and just bring them back already!”

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 Warren’s 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 President’s cheek, but the President didn’t 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.

“Ugh, get off me!” Warren screamed, trying to get out of his grasp. It didn’t 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.

“You can’t fight a god, Warren,” the President told him. The President sighed and closed his eyes. Warren dropped to the ground. Warren got up from the ground.

“What are you on about? I thought you wanted to finish your story? Not become a god!” Warren screamed out at him, “You can’t become a god! That’s impossible! Someone will always be there to take you down!”

The President smiled at his words.

“Finishing my story will make me a god,” the President revealed, “The 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.”

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 President’s office.

“The only difference is that I shall become a god of this realm, and not the other. That was the problem he had. That’s why his creations managed to take him down. But me? Nobody can take me down. I’m invincible. I’m the strongest,” Dan Walker snickered, “And 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.”

Dan Walker pointed a finger gun at Warren’s heart and flicked it.

POW!

A bullet hit Warren’s heart, and he let out a gasp of pain. Warren’s 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.

“Too bad. You know I don’t believe in good endings. So there’s that.”

The President turned away and sat back on his office chair.

“Goodbye, Warren. See you never.”

Warren let out a cough of blood. His eyes began to fill with tears, and he could hear his friends’ voices.

“It’s going to be okay,” Calem comforted him, “You tried your best.”

“You’ll always be my hero,” Jack claimed.

“You will always be a man of justice, Warren,” Son said, “Stand proud. You are strong.”

“Thank you,” Rachel simply stated.

“I forgive you Dad,” Wren softly whispered.

“It won’t be in vain,” Samuel muttered.

“I love you,” Samantha uttered.

Warren began to cry, as his life faded away.

“I’m sorry, Samantha. I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it up to you. I failed you,” he thought grimly, as a white light flashed his vision, “I’m so sorry.”

“I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you Sammy. With all my heart, I love you…”

“Goodbye.”

Honestly, I feel really bad for Rockwell. That last cutscene on Genesis II. It’s kinda depressing.

I honestly almost, shall I say, shipped Helena and Rockwell.

-Ranger

(I found and read the story)

Just a few tips from me to make it a better story;

1: NEVER SAY 1 2 3 4 5 6 AND SO ON! Say one, two, three, four.. You get it? It treats it like a professional story.

2: Make long chapters! If you have the shortening glitch if you make it too long, make the tip a funny tip and go back to the story tip.

3: Use dialogue! You've been treating it like you recalling from the past, but use descriptive words along with the speaking.

4: Use paragraphs for long chapters! Incase something bad happens, make a

Drop

Like

This. Only you should also have

Indents like this.

With 2-4 spaces between the wall of the tip with the letters.

5: Describe the surroundings. What did the base look like? What did the cliff look like? How many were in each tribe?

6:Overall.. Nice story!

-Seasnake