The Blight of Perfection, A Destiny Story

[i]During the days of the Golden Age, the scientific organization known as Clovis Bray created a self-sustaining organism. SIVA. Self-Improving-Viral-Anomaly. Clovis Bray thought they had crafted a masterpiece; another key to sustaining the age of prosperity that they had entered. SIVA was mass produced in Replication Chambers. Three were created on Earth for the sole purpose of assisting the Colony Ships in leaving Earth. This would be the purpose of SIVA; to help Humanity secure its future. Then, the Golden Age came to an end, and the Replication Chambers were swept out of common knowledge.[/i] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ *SIVA Replication Chamber-II, The Plaguelands, Earth* Slow, booming footsteps echoed throughout the dark cliffside that overlooked a monumental metal complex that had been long forgotten. The edges of the enormous diamond shaped structure revealed its true purpose, however. Small red tendrils jutting out of the corners of the structure flickered with iridescent red light in the darkness of the enormous cavern surrounding it. On the cliff side overlooking the structure stood a colossal Fallen who was fueled by rage and grief at the loss of his superiors. His four red eyes glistened in the darkness, and his enhanced SIVA armor began to shine with red light as it reinforced itself. Such was the nature of SIVA; to enhance itself, and then to replicate itself, and then to repeat the process infinitesimally. The Fallen gazed up and down at the structure one last time before looking down at the ground thousands of feet below him. He growled in his throat and felt the SIVA Nanites in his armor replicate and reinforce themselves. The Fallen took a step back before leaping forwards and plunging down into the darkness below. He landed with a deafening crash, and he saw that the impact of his landing created a crater in the rocky ground. He stood back up and looked up at the metal complex that lie ahead of him. It was indeed what he came in search of. The final Replication Chamber. The main had been sealed off after being destroyed entirely, and the second had been destroyed by Aksis and Vosik after they scavenged the machinery from it in order to complete the Perfection Chamber. The Fallen shook his head in sadness again at the thought of Aksis being felled to the wielders of Light. The Fallen started towards the steps that led to the entrance into the Replication Chamber. He looked around and now noticed SIVA tendrils sprouting from the walls. He quickened his pace and came to the steel door that marked the only entrance into the Chamber. He spotted the panel that allowed one to open the door and slammed his colossal fist into the panel. At once the door began to slide open and the Fallen removed his fist from the wall. The panel had been shattered and crushed by his fist, as did the wall around it. The Fallen stepped into the long corridor that led into the main section of the Replication Chamber, his footsteps echoing throughout the dark corridor. As he moved further into the corridor, the Fallen saw enormous SIVA tendrils engulfing the walls and ceiling writhing around as they continued to spread and replicate. The Fallen stepped over one massive tendril and noticed it twitch when his foot neared it. He continued into the darkness of the corridor and the further he went, the more engulfed by SIVA tendrils the entire complex became. The Fallen finally traversed the SIVA overtaken walkway and entered the main section of the Chamber. The Fallen glanced around, awestruck, at the SIVA overtaken chamber. He saw the tendrils writhe around as they sensed his presence and he nodded in satisfaction. He spotted the control panel that allowed one to begin the replication of SIVA, or to cut it off. He stepped towards the panel and looked around at the tendrils engulfing the room again. He thought of Aksis and Vosik and then growled in rage and grief and smashed the holographic button on the panel. He stepped back from the control panel and looked around at the SIVA tendrils as they emitted a high pitched squealing sound. Then he saw SIVA Nodes sprouting from the main Replicator and he roared in satisfaction. Red lights flickered online around him as the dormant SIVA nodes were reanimated. The Fallen then watched as SIVA Nanites surrounded him and latched onto his armor. The Nanites then replicated themselves and reinforced themselves rapidly. Soon, the Fallen's armor looked like that of Aksis's armor, and he looked upwards and emitted a soul-rending laugh as he felt unimaginable power course through him. As he felt more and more power surge through him as more and more SIVA Nanites gathered around him, he sent out a message to any remaining Devil Splicers in the Plaguelands. [i]"Fellow Splicers, we have lost our leaders, our gods. Aksis and Vosik were felled by those wielders of Light that defend the Great Machine. I have restarted the replication of SIVA using the final Replication Chamber. Heed my words and come to this Replication Chamber. We will avenge Aksis and Vosik! We will rise above the light-wielders! I am Kosiviks, Ascendant Archon, and I will lead the strike against the light-wielders after I secure the last key to reaching my full power: the power of the Will-Breaker. Join forces with me, and we will avenge Aksis and Vosik!"[/i] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ *Splicer Ketch, Perfection Complex II, Earth* Kosiviks watched in immense satisfaction from the bridge of his Splicer Ketch as millions of Fallen emerged from the Perfection Chamber. He glanced down at his body again and at his arms. His Nanite Blades fluctuated on his lower arms as he peered down at them. He looked at all of his enhancements, his SIVA modifications and then at his enormous spear-like legs that replaced his own organic legs. SIVA Nanites flowed around his armor as he looked at himself. Suddenly, a door slid open behind him and he turned around towards it. His second in command, Selvik, stood in the doorway, his shoulder mounted SIVA Nanite Acceleration Cannon spewing steam from the barrel. "The last wave of Splicer forces are boarding the Splicership. We will be ready within minutes. The Matter Transportation Drive is prepared and ready for use as well, Ascendant Archon." Kosiviks nodded in satisfaction. "We will depart once the last wave of Splicer forces are onboard." "Understood, Ascendant Archon." Selvik then turned and exited the room, and as he did, the door slid shut behind him. Kosiviks then turned and peered out the window again and laughed coldly. "The power of the Will-Breaker will be within my grasp soon..."