{Western Front Day 9}
The past several days had been uneventful. Yakyakistan had not yet pushed its promise on war; luckily enough, this gave the second army time to fortify the town of Appleloosa. Working off the original portal spell Twilight and Ryze had worked out, Nasus and a team of unicorns managed to set up a few portals back to Runeterra to import supplies such as stone from Mount Targon. They were also able to work out portals between the camp and their northern allies, but when a portal was opened to Celestia and Jarvan, Celestia told them to open portals only when necessary; since the Northern front was still moving, a permanent portal could not be made. A permanent base, however, was effectively set up, complete with H-28G Evolution Turrets of Heimerdinger’s design next to Appleloosa. These turrets were not his standard combat sentries, rather they were more akin to large automatic machines of mass murder. Think of his ability, upgrade, were used twice on one sentry. Effectively, these “H-30G” Evolution Turrets acted as an ultimate defense, one that even the strongest creature would fall to. It was, as he put it, “my magnum opus in terms of weaponized inventions.”
{Undisclosed Location, Time ???}
Meanwhile, in an ancient stone castle, the very same the royal sisters once used, sat a dark equine figure that was cloaked in a black fabric. A shadowed being began to materialize into existence, revealed to be the mad creature known Nocturne.
“My lord, forgive me, I did not know she was protected by that thorn in my side from the land to which I was exiled…” grumbled Nocturne in a hoarse voice. “The rogue mage will be a problem, as I am outmatched by him. And the worst part is, now he has brought the armies of the continent with him. Alas, I also failed in obtaining these ‘elements’ you spoke of have both the Blade of Demacia and the Lady of Luminosity guarding them. How do you expect to retrieve them, when we don’t have any allied operatives left?
“You fool!” the equine bellowed. “Do you think I am unaware of the situation? If we don’t have any friends left here… then we need to find a weak enemy…”
“What do you mean, lord?” asked Nocturne.
“We shall isolate one of them, and throw them an ultimatum; if they do not cooperate with us, we kill them and their family or friends. Then we have them get on the group’s good side and eventually steal the elements out from under them.”
“But we cannot get close enough to them to isolate them, and you cannot use your mind control like you once used to through your dark magic, as it only worked when you transformed into the dreaded dark storm.”
“Ah, but we have an ally and a new army to help us with that…” tapered off the dark equine. Then, a burst of jade hued magic lit up the castle’s long forgotten torches with brilliant green fire. After this small spectacle, a creature teleported into the room; equine in form, yet insectoid in appearance.
“Hello boys…” it said in a feminine, grinding voice.
Back in the camp, however, champions were discussing and rather enjoying themselves; the actually had time to idly chat. The true army members were, of course, still on guard and were actually unfriendly. Champions actually had a whole tent in which to discuss and party, and the only reason why is because they wanted to take a defensive position. Unlike Demacia, an aggressive nation that acted whenever the moral line seemed to be have been crossed, Piltover was a city attempting to become a technological utopia. Shurima was rebuilding from a huge decline, and Bandle City simply was interested in becoming a cultural utopia. As result, the army consisting of these troops took a more defensive route.
“Wait…” said Heimerdinger, looking through a small set of binoculars next to his creation, Blitzcrank.
“What is it?” asked Blitzcrank. “An anomaly?”
“Perhaps... yes, I see black specs on the horizon steadily growing bigger.” Heimerdinger said, squinting into the binoculars. “It must be the troops of Yakyakistan. Blitz, go warn the others. We’ve got company.”
“Very well, I shall activate Overdrive and make a run for it.” he said as his gears proceeded to whir. He dashed at a rapid pace.
“I hope everyone takes this news as good rather than bad...” he wondered aloud. “Time to ready the turrets…”
“I do admit I’ve found this place semi-entertaining even without homicide…” said Shaco, watching some of the performing rodeo clowns. “But it’s starting to get rather boring, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Nah silly, everything's going great!” said Pinkie Pie.
“At least I’m seeing a few tricks I can put a spin on, but not now…” he said. As they walked along the dirt road, Shaco saw something at the far end of the road that scared him a little.
“I’ve seen that golden sheen enough times to know what’s coming…” he said.
“What is it?” asked Pinkie Pie.
“I recommend stepping off the road,” he said, walking into a nearby saloon’s patio.
“Why?” asked Pinkie Pie, just before getting run over by a certain giant brazen golem, flattening her to the ground.
“Oops.” he said in a semi-monotonous voice.
“Blitzcrank, my old friend…” said Shaco in a seething voice.
“There appear to be enemies coming to attack the defensive set up. We must enter positions…” he trailed off.
“Right, right, right, time to march, march, march.” he said. “Come on, my equine friend, we must be going.” He yanked the flattened Pinkie Pie off the ground, and she returned to her original shape.
“Aww…” she said as she and Shaco started rushing off behind Blitzcrank, who quickly disappeared out of sight.
“Ugh, this is sooooo boring…” said Rainbow dash. Sadly, Appleloosa did not have much to keep Rainbow Dash and Vi busy. Yet, a familiar golden sheen appeared on the horizon, who was yelling in its robotic voice:
“INCOMING!!!”
“That’s Blitzy alright,” said Vi, walking calmly to the center of the road.
"What are you doing?" asked Rainbow Dash.
"Helping Blitzcrank stop." she said.
"Are you crazy? He's gonna trample you like a steamroller!" said Dash.
"His weight hasn't stopped me from helping him slow down before." she said.
He kept rushing, looking like he was running a half marathon somehow with his bulked up frame. Vi did manage to stop the giant golden golem from running anyone over.
“Hey, nice to see you again.” said Rainbow.
“Yes.” said Blitzcrank. “It is nice to see both of you again as well. Since I see neither of you are exactly entertaining yourselves well, I have good news: we have enemies at the gates, the Creator is restarting turrets and Shaco’s preparing his, and I quote from the Creator, 'creepy ass boxes.'”
“Awesome, can’t wait Blitz. Let’s get going, should be great to finally start owning the battlefield again!” Vi said to Rainbow, breaking into a full sprint.
The dots Heimerdinger saw on the horizon were verified with Nasus’ spyglass as an approaching army, which would be second contact with the Yaks for the ponies, first contact for Valorans. He activated all the turrets, and made sure that anything in a three hundred foot radius would be blown to smithereens that was not a friendly pony, yordle, or person. Caitlyn had her rifle scoped on the front of the line, so that they could get the first shot in case they tried any funny business. Speaking of funny business, Shaco had placed a dozen of his special jack-in-the-boxes on the edge of the turrets radii. He noticed the Yaks looked unfriendly, but they seemed almost unwilling to fight.
“Time to kill,” said Shaco, sharpening his knives.
“No murder Shaco,” said Pinkie Pie.
“Bitch, you can’t tell me how I fight in this war. That limits’ only on the innocent, not on the incoming idiots.”
“Hold on…” said Heimerdinger, looking through the spyglass. “They’re approaching… with white flags. The war’s over before it even begins!” he shouted with joy.
“C’mon, there’s got to be more to it than that…” said Vi.
Fifteen suspense filled minutes pass as the army approaches the town. Shaco disarms the boxes as Heimerdinger deactivates the sentries. The army that does reach them has obviously been worsened for wear than had been expected. The force was meager and weak.
“Please… we don’t want fighting. We have a new problem, at… home… so much ice and lightning… damn those axes, gah.” said what appeared to be their severely attritioned leader, who collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.
“Did he say ice, lightning, and axes in the same sentence?” asked Vi.
“I’m afraid that gent did,” said Caitlyn. “That can mean only one thing…”
Meanwhile, at the top of a mountain in the lands of Yakyakistan, a lone man dressed in Viking attire looks into the distance, seeing a village in a long desert. He says only one thing aloud to himself...
"My axe is thirsty."