Kirby's Rainbow Resort

The Noripathian Triad. The trio of supreme warriors that embody the supremacy of the Noripathian military, they alone control the military, working with the Council to ensure the safety and stability of a grand empire. Of all the Triad's that have come and gone, there are those that echo louder than the rest, one such group was the trio of Guiren, Houmaas, and Kasfier. These are but a few of their tales.




A young Lord Gun awoke with a start, his face buried in the comfortable soil beneath him. He hadn't slept like that since his years as a Minister in training, which was a problem. He surveyed the immediate area, the light of a rising sun had aided in the confirmation of his former hypothesis, he was the sole survivor of a reconassaince group, they had been tasked with the search of a small terrorist group that had successfully murdered an ambassodor a mere two days prior. It was a simple locate and report mission, but because their headquarters was allegedly underground, they were forced to search on foot.

From the beginning Guiren was unhappy with this prospect, as the area of intrest was an ancient city that had been long since abandoned. This left his men vulnerable to ambush, which, they had been the night before. It had seemed that there was indeed a struggle here, as there were muddy footprints strewn about, oddly enough there were no bodies, and Guiren seemed to be the only one in the general area. He tried to push himself up, until a massive wave of pain shot up his arm. Upon inspection he'd find his right hand was missing, he approached the situation calmly, and made a grab for his cloak. Which also appeared to be missing, in fact, it was apparent that his armor was missing, and the only things on his person were his clothes. This led him to reason that his survival had been deliberate, and that he had been dropped into some sick game.

He heaved a sigh, and began to tear the leg of his pants, systematically ripping the draxl seed fabric until his leg was exposed from the knee down. He took the ripped fabric and began to wrap it around his wrist stub, tightening it at a knot with his teeth. To prevent any further bleeding. After this task had been completed, he rose to his feet, and examined his surroundings once more. Despite the enemies obvious tactical advantage, they had made a grave error, they left Guiren alive.

Without another thought, he moved. Darting to the nearest building, to find cover in the event that they'd open fire on him. This was a sound theory, and was confirmed by the whipping of a bolt, it had just missed him, had it been an inch to right, it would've pierced his neck. This motivated his sprint, as he dove behind cover. Which in this case was a doorway to a large structure, peering down the corridor he could clearly see a staircase, he cautiously approached it, unsure if there were other doors along the walls, creeping along the moldly surface of the corridor's right, he could distinguish a threshold of some kind, he exchanged walls, and carefully approached it, his footfalls as subtle as the twitching of one's nose, in the silence he could hear the soft breathing of another creature. Obviously it was a trap, but he had no weapons of any kind, and was short one hand, he could try making his way around outside, but there were potentially snipers everywhere, so he had to chance it. Acting swiftly, he made a leap for the stairs, which enticed the creature in wait to give chase, it roared violently and emerged from the doorway with a bolter in tow. The large beast was greeted by Guiren's kick, he had leapt off the stairs and used the fall as a catalyst for a jump kick of sorts, cursing in an alien tounge, guiren's aggressor drew a large dagger, to replace the firearm that had been jolted from it's grasp.

Guiren made a grab for it's lost weapon, but was caught by the leg, and forced toward it's owner who raised it's knife omniously, and brough it down in a malevolent arc, instinctively Guiren rolled as far as he was allowed and managed to avert it's razor edge. This left room an opportune left hook, which jostled the knife from it's holder, Guiren wasted no time in grabbing the weapon, and thrusting it through the militant's frontal lobe. In that same instant the large grunt limply fell on top of it's prey, dead.

Heaving a sigh, Guiren lifted the dead militant off of him, working to ignore the pugnent stench of their syrupy blood, which he was now covered in. He rose from the now sticky floor, and rolled the dead creature over. He began stripping down it's equipment, taking whatever would prove useful, armor, utility belts, ammunition, anything that would help him survive this. In a matter of moments he was ready, he tucked the knife into it's holster, and approached the rifle of the floor, he took only the light armor, as the heavier chain vest would be too noisy and impede movement. And in this situation, he had to utilize the darkness of the inner ruins, and remain hidden. This mission had escalated to a level far grander than what it had been, he had to survive, and locate his soldiers, whether they were dead or not was yet to be discovered.

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Meanwhile on the bridge of the Noripathian Flagship "Black Lance":

Kasfeir grunted impatiently, Houmaas rolled his eyes as a response. "He's fine Goliath."

"I don't like it. He should've been back already, it doesn't take a full night to locate the den of some mouth breathers. He would've atleast provided some kind of explanation by now." He growled, which mildly intimidated the other men on board, which was understandible, he was an eight foot, four-hundred pound, behemoth. And he sounded pretty angry, that would be enough to shake most.

"It's Guiren. He probably went ahead and engaged them, he might be busy burning their corpses now. Besides, the atmosphere of this planet is rife with electromagnetic activity, most signals get lost entering, much less exiting. He's fine." Kasfeir exhaled sharply, mentally making Houmaas swear he was right.

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"I need a hero that can lead the people. One that can collect and unite them, no matter how afraid or confused they may be.. and it won't be me."

Darting from pillar to pillar, Guiren's mind hastily tried to piece together what could have gone wrong? Why weren't they able to detect the enemy prior to the ambush? How did they acquire bolters? Huikda militia had proven on multiple accosions that they didn't have the technology to ignite a rebellion successfully, and now they suddenly had obselete Noripathian tech. Something didn't seem right, it was possibly the work of some type of blackmarket. Maybe a rebel faction that somehow has gone unnoticed? None of that mattered right now however.

There was a faint light peeking around a nearby corner, possibly candle light. He came to a stop just before the threshold, and tried to look around the corner, one galnce and he straightened up. In the next room was a group of fifteen militia, it seemed to be some kind of breifing, as he had seen what appeared to be a map. Maybe this was their base of operations, in any case, he had to fight his way through the group, he would go around them, but the corridor came to a dead end directly across from him. And that room was the only other way, it could be possible that they were defending that room because it was the only way. To make matters worse, he was short one hand, and he lacked explosives. Going outside wasn't an option, because there were still snipers lurking about.

He inhaled softly, and exhaled quietly. He'd have to enter the room, and kill all fifteen militia with one shot each. He did the math in his head, and estimated that tehy'd require atleast 4 seconds to react. Judging by his previous encounter, they'd need to turn, recognize the threat, remove their weapons from their holsters, and aim. Guiren wasn't entirely certain he could do this in four seconds with only one hand, this was due to his only ranged weapon on hand being a rifle, rather than a hand gun. He though for another moment, and began breathing again. He checked the number of rounds in his current magazine, a little less than full, 22 bolts.

He knelt, facing the threshold of what could be his demise. And began counting. "1.." His muscles tightened. "2..." His breathing slowed. "3..." His vision sharpened, and he dove. Using the floor to absorb recoil in lieu of his hand, he managed to kill three men, one bolt each, within the first second of his estimated time. Within two seconds, he had five. The third second seemed to crawl as they drew their firearms, four more of them dead now, the fourth second seemed to let time flow loosely, as the four left returned fire. He killed two more, managing to do so because their aim had been rattled by both fear and confusion, however, a tight group of bolts managed to sink into his shoulder, which jostled the rifle from his arm, this forced him to take cover. Swearing, he quickly bit the three superheated nails in his shoulder, and tore them from his now charred flesh.

He had little choice but to work through the pain, and force his now wounded arm, to draw a dagger. His situation was severly dire, a hand missing, his only usable arm had been shot. Now they had every advantage. But he was determined to not let it end here, so, with his dagger at the ready, he waited for atleast one, if not both of the remaining guards to come around the corner. Within a second or so, he got his wish, and drove the slanted blade through his foe's mouth, and out his neck. Severing communication between the brain and it's body, prompting the victim to fall lifelessly to floor. Then, there was a click, and a small object rolled out into the hall. Guiren's eyes shot, and he made a mad dash to escape it's range.

As he assumed, it was a grenade. Which, as it makers intended, exploded and filled the corridor with hellish flames. Guiren had barely managed to make that, if he had been a second slow. He'd probably be dead, or helplessly charred. Luckily the heat of the blast merely licked him, and didn't kill or maime. But what of the grenade's host? It was likely he had used the grenade to waste time and escape, but Guiren hoped he had thrown it due to fear, which would have been a ghastily mistake. Upon investigating the room, it seemed that the latter, was not the case.

As Guiren feared, he had escaped, and was off to relay a message to his comrades. Guiren had to escape, his survival mission had grown more dire.

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"I need a hero that can lead the people. One that can collect and unite them, no matter how afraid or confused they may be.. and it won't be me."

Guiren darted hastily about, searching frantically for a way out of these god forsaken ruins. His disadvantages were many, and the enemies advantages stacked higher than that. It was then he heard voices, three to be exact. Upon inspection, he found what appeared to be a sniper group. Just how far did he travel? How much time had passed? Though they provided sanctuary from Sniper fire, the temple walls were an unfortunate liability. Unable to accurately guage time, or relevance to location was disorientating to say the least.
But now, maybe he could turn the tide. His shoulder was still swollen with pain, but he managed to ready his dagger. Trying to ignore the seared wounds, he inched forward, preparing his attack. In his mind, the scenario was brutal and fluid. He'd quickly stab the spotting team, both once in the head. Then, he'd lodge his weapon in the head or throat of the rifleman, by throwing his weapon. Once everything else was pushed from thought, he acted, entering swiftly, his blade was quickly lodged into the skull of the beast nearest to the door, which then led into the death of the second target. Guiren's arm arched to ready the throw, however, an intense pain raced throughout his body. As a consequence, his aim suffered, and he failed to hit his mark. The blade lodged itself into the rifleman's waist, who cried out in pain.

The situation didn't get any better from there, the now enraged soldier dislodged the dagger from his wound, and came at Guiren with it.

Guiren had to use his only other weapons, his legs to be precise. He ducked the initial lunge, and swept his attackers legs out from under him. He promptly stomped on the brutes throat, crushing it completely. The result was obvious.

Resituating himself, he took his dagger back, and proceeded to pick up the abandoned sniper weapon, he couldn't eliminate everyone in his condition, and even if he killed most of them. There'd still be enough to overwhelm him, instead he was going to gather intelligence, locate his enemies, find out where they were, where they headed, how many militia were left, and systematically eliminate them. Guerilla tactics were their specialty, it was high time he turned it against them.

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"I need a hero that can lead the people. One that can collect and unite them, no matter how afraid or confused they may be.. and it won't be me."

The layout of the ruins was actually rather simplistic, it was built like an arena of sorts, and most buildings had windows. However, the enemy had decided to gather outside, seeming to understand the Noripathian was hidden within the depths of a rather dimly lit ruin. Most of them were dressed in standard uniform, bearing little difference with which ever grunt was beside them. One however, stood out, dressed fantastically in comparison to his comrades, and judging by how much attention he was receiving, it was obvious who the commanding officer was. This made him the first target, eliminating him would confuse and divide the rest of the group. It seemed as though they were being given orders to spread, which meant they were unknowingly playing straight into Guiren's palm.

Eventually, they broke up, the officer taking four others with him to investigate Guiren's area. "Excellent." He chuckled, relieved by how things were falling into place. He watched them carefully, and continued to do so until they were no longer visible. Immediately he turned away from the window, and unfolded the map he had confiscated earlier. Like their weapons, this map was also Noripathian in origin, and was composed of durable, flame-retardant fibers. He took a moment to review it, remembering and learning of ambush points, and mapping out the path they were likely to take. Admittedly this was difficult, but a quick comparison with the structures outside, and he was able to read the map accurately. He wasn't far from a small tunnel that would put him in front of his target, and after reviewing his path and plans, he packed up, and headed out.
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"Are you certain?" Houmaas looked up to Kasfier with a grim scowl across his face. He opposed the idea of heading down there to search for Guiren, it was improper to act this soon, and certainly wasn't like Kasfier to act so brashly, but he undoubtedly felt as though Guiren's lateness wasn't natural. "You've always been the voice of reason amongst the three of us, so I won't stop you. But I also won't join you."

"That's fine, someone has to mind the ship after all!" Kasfier remarked cheerfully, standing at 8 feet, the behemoth Noripathian just barely fit in the A.T.S. pod, but was none the less secure. "If I don't return, I trust you'll know how to proceed." Houmaas merely nodded, and turned, with nothing else to be said, Kasfier was on his way.

"... Prepare a drop ship, have it ready to depart at a moments notice."

"Sir!"

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"I need a hero that can lead the people. One that can collect and unite them, no matter how afraid or confused they may be.. and it won't be me."