Story [Issue 4] War of the Servers - Part 2

[chriswu 25]

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Previously in War of The Servers - Part 1:

....The moment I passed through the barrier, I was immediately hit by a blast of warm air, and whole new world was revealed to me. I had just emerged from a monochromatic sphere of titanic proportions, and continued to hurtle down towards a mountainous landscape sparsely covered in forest. My spiraling gaze fell upon a mysterious tower in the distance, from which a beam of violet energy shot upward, branching out like a tree, connecting huge spheres identical to the one from which I had just come. For a split second this revelation was before me. The next, I was caught in a leafy bough, bounced twice, then landed at the bottom. My cameras fazed out into a blinding storm of static...
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And now the continuation:
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My onboard supply of self-repairing nanobots dispatched itself about the numerous dents, fractures, and breaches across my spent hull. The impact hadn’t been particularly hard, thanks to the abundant flora, but it had caused considerable damage nonetheless. The waning crescent of the gigantic spheres overhead heralded the coming of a new day in this strange undiscovered country. With nothing else to do, I headed towards the distant tower, with a hunch that it, and my cryptic contraption on board had something to do with my unprecedented descent.
My tracks sordid and unclean, I bludgeoned my way through the undergrowth like an old farm tractor, setting my sights on the mysterious tower with an energetic beam rocketing into the heavens.

Ever since I had awakened in this alien, unknown land, an odd thing had started to happen. An indicator light on the strange piece of equipment I had received from my decommissioned friend had started to blink. I had no idea what this meant or signified, nor if it was a ticking time-bomb or a rescue beacon, signalling for help in this godforsaken place. Slightly annoyed by its incessant blinking, yet still unperturbed, I continued to head towards the tower, having one more mystery in need of an answer.

It was only about midday when the scorching sun glared mercilessly down upon me, beginning to slowly overheat my hull. Sensing the hazard of overheating, I changed my course slightly, heading for a dense patch of forest. The trees in this sylvan forest seemed to grow to great heights, and its borders were so cleanly cut that it seemed to be of an entirely different biome, though the same sun shined upon both lands with equal tenacity. I knew this was of little consequence however, and spurred on my soiled tank treads.

Finally reaching the forest, a sudden umbrella of shade covered me, much to my appreciation. As my cameras compensated for the darkness of the forest, a glance backwards revealed the glint of sunlight bouncing off the mysterious, smooth orbs floating above. The horizon scintillated with a multitude of shining points of light, undoubtedly more spheres, countless, and all strung together as if in a spider’s web by inchoate conduits of plasma, emanating from the odd looking tower in the distance. Turning back towards my destination, I proceeded into the dense, misty jungle with a portentous feeling that I would never fight triumphantly with my comrades ever again. In an overwhelming sense of despair, my engines stalled, my artificial intelligence caught in a storm of conflicting data, and a frantic analysis of my situation.

Machines are very unique things. When they think, they make decisions based only on how many points of data they have supporting one course of action. In some ways, they are better than people, as they don’t have any twisted sense of “going with your gut”. They seem to be more clear-headed, yet all the same, the best thing to do isn’t always supported by the majority. This thought having been recognized, I realized that there was no practical way to ascertain the best course of action merely through analysis, and continued on my way. I was in utter want of some company; after all, as an isida, I’m a gregarious type of tank, always a blessing to my friends, and them a mutual blessing to me.

I had traveled about 8 kilometers when the sun finally set. The tower was within another day’s reach, and I was glad now that some mysteries could be solved in a short time. I traveled onwards, switching to my infrared night vision to see through the darkness. Unfortunately for me, I wandered into a swamp, deep within the forest, and was forced to stop for the night less I should sink deeper into the quagmire.


The emerald tint of heavily filtered sunlight cast mottled shades of green all about me, revealing to my dismay my dire situation. My tracks had become entangled in decaying foliage, and my hull had sunk a third of the way down. Murky, rancid water splashed perilously close to my exhaust ports. If water should find its way in, it would trickle down into my engines, shorting circuits and spoiling fuel. If I were to get destroyed, outside of the looming spheres overhead, who knows where I’d respawn...if I did at all. Given over to dismay in the midst of such a wretched, terrible way to perish in complete solitude and without honor, I prepared to activate my self destruct sequence. After all, with zero mobility in this muck, what honorable thing was left to do? My internal computers clicked as they prepared to execute the self destruct sequence, when suddenly, I hearkened to a rustling noise, followed by a whooshing “Psh!” from behind. I was not alone in the jungle.

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Before I had the time to turn my turret in the direction behind me, the “psh” noise happened again. When I finally set my cameras on the spot where the sound had come from, there was nothing to be seen except for the hated mud and stinking leaf litter which was abound. Somehow this seemingly “invisible” spectator didn’t surprise me. The noise it emanated sounded familiar - like the noise that those dreaded speed hackers once created when teleporting from place to place. Goodness forbid that they infested this terrible place! My fate seemed all the worse now; I was to die in a desolate place only inhabited by cheaters, mults, and rightfully outcasted scourges of fair-play. My inklings were confirmed when the tank appeared in the muck directly in front of me, and began sending over a stream of communicative data.

Through the gargle of poor wireless connectivity (I wasn’t expecting any coverage so far from civilization anyways) I discerned that the dishonorable imposter to my dignity was going to bring me to his stronghold, where there was a particular individual eager to meet me. I couldn’t deign to comply with his wishes, and stoically activated my self destruct sequence. Three seconds to activation, however, my security protocols were somehow overridden, and the imposter, having cracked into my central computer, deactivated my cameras and sensory functions, leaving me in a deep, black void, unaware of where and how he was to take me from this dreadful quagmire to his abode.

My sensors were reactivated after a surprisingly short time, and I found myself in a deep, dark cave, along the which wall's were barely visible between stacks upon stacks of uncountable supply packages. Double powers, armors, nitros, and healths spanned the entire length of the cavern in which I sat immobilized, surrounded by a group of tanks similar in configuration to my abductor/savior. They began communicating rapidly among themselves and me, sending over data concerning their identities and motives for my rescue. Not surprisingly, the blinking device I was carrying was indeed some sort of beacon, of which my kidnappers had honed in on and taken me. As their identities registered in my core, I realized that indeed, all of these tanks were the same ones suspended for illegal activity, the hacking and acquisition of crazy abilities. Suddenly, a tank with hauntingly familiar metallic scars advanced forward.

"Hello, Izzy", it said in a mechanical, resonating voice. "Remember me?"
It was the tank whom I had previously thought decommissioned; the donor of the beacon mounted inside my hull.

Edited September 26, 2017 by Hexed

[hogree 4,179]

Awesome writing chris. :shock: If you did a bit longer chapters, you could make this into a book.

[chriswu 25]

lol thnx hog. Only one or two more parts left though, so not quite a book. :P

[FederalBureauFBI 2,881]

Awesome, man!

[anti-venomer 1]

cool story bro (my troll face is not uploading :( )

[jazz20 1,181]

Nice :)

[ROTHER 0]

Nice