GrimSpire

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Survival - 8 Wins!

AFFILIATION

Alignment: Villain

Team: The Fallen

VITAL STATS

Strength: Superior

Agility: Weak

Mind: Superior

Body: Standard

RECORD

Personal Wins: 8

Personal Losses: 3

Illumas

A pulse of life. Not the heart pulse of an organic being; but a pulse of life, carrying that which was necessary for life to live. Another, stronger, lasting longer. An electrical pulse. Carrying currents of energy along wires, highs and lows of the binary information computers use to think. And it did. It thought. A great hum began to sound around the source of the pulses as a steady electrical current began to surge all around it. Systems brought online. Not again, though the intelligence that ran it had been dormant for a long time, the systems were new. The body was new. The systems ran an auto-check, passing control into the central computer banks as each one came online. Life had returned. Lights began coming online starting in the sub-basement levels and climbing up each consecutive level. Through the fabrication bays. Genetic assembly labs. Defense Design Studios. All the way up to the top where rested a magnificent crystal in which time and space could be warped into non-existence. Defense systems came online once more, and the fabrication plants and genetic assembly labs came to life as well. Mechanical Drones and Organic material were melded into operable fighting machines. The computers in the Design Studios began extrapolating new data for better defense systems. Tanks were built by these designs. External Turrets modified, rebuilt, and replaced in the matter of hours as the systems began collecting data from different time periods. The GrimSpire was once again alive. And he was once again the impenetrable fortress that he once was, determined to live as long as he could, and collect the knowledge of ages as he once did.

The GrimSpire ran a second check of all systems as they came online. Firing Control Systems for external and internal turrets. Internal and External tracking systems. Weapons design. Temporal scanning, active.... Then he saw something he knew. And he knew he must have it. Deep inside his power core tremendous surges of energy shot up towards special generators. Time and Anti-time. Space and Anti-space. And together the four energies traveled up huge cables to the very peak of the Spire to collide together in the crystal the rested there. Space warped. Time warped. Existence ceased and Reality become unreality. Then the inversion ceased and the Spire was at the one place where he could gather all the information he wanted, if he ...helped a well-known and powerful group.... The center of all reality. Khazan.

Genetic Replication Labs

     Necromancer: Supreme

 

As Space continued to unfold around him and Khazan was revealed in all its glorious splendor and putrid filth, The Spire continued to check its redundant systems, giving over control from the central computer banks into their core processors. Activation of the genetic replication labs kicked up into high gear. Melding flesh onto mechanical endoskeletons. Creating completely organic drones to carry his will outside of himself. Biological weapons and spies to the outside world. To make contact and make deals with those he wished to gain information from.

 

Biological Drone

     Necromancer: Supreme

  • Target Seeker

 

A small, humanoid looking form scurried about. Part metal from the machine bays, part flesh from the bio-labs. A fighting machine, in part. A drone. A messenger. It would do to contact those people of Khazan. It would do, till he found something better to replace it with.

 

Machine Bays

     Commander: Supreme

 

Or to take information by force. Huge tanks were crafted, with the firepower tremendous firepower. Organic brains were implanted there in so they would have some measure of control over their own actions. Everything was fabricated from the smallest screw to the rounds for the cannons. Using the flesh produced for the Bio labs the perfect melding of man and machines were created.

 

Tank Drones

     Commander: Supreme

  • Ranged Attack Only
  • Ranged and Melee Attack

 

A small machine wheeled its way into a hanger. It was no different than any of the others. A mass-produced tank, small in size, somewhat durable, but designed for mass production. Some had tank treads. Some had wheels, still others were bipedal. Others were sent to be melded with flesh from the bio-labs. A few scuttled like small mechanical spiders. All had implements of cutting and tearing, and some had small ranged weapons as well. All designed for one purpose. To kill and be killed.

 

Bio-Plating

     Energy Absorption: Standard

 

The mind reaches out. Feels for something, and retracts. He had decided. The Spire set the Bio labs to creating a bio-plating for his vulnerable outer 'skin'. Using the flesh's capability of channeling energy, he set syphons around it to draw the energy absorbed to further the production in his machine bays. Force would be needed in this Realm of Reality whether or not he was able to gain the help of natives to gather his desired information.

 

Electrical Receptors

     Energy Absorption: Standard

 

He was running out of time. Already forces had detected his presence. Along the outside of his new bio-plating he set small receptors to gather more energy and channel it directly into the biological system. Letting the platting grow on its own as more energy was funneled into it, he went to his final task.

 

Security

     Closed Mind: Standard

 

Deep inside the AI's core a 'door' closed. Input work terminals shut off and security locks put in place. The only way to access the core computer system was now through the Decision core of the AI. Not even his own drones would now set aside his purpose. With a determination like a mountain, he sent out one of Drones to the Fallen...

 

Bio-Plating

     Armor Skin: Ultimate

  • Reinforced Defenses

 

The Spire took a breif moment to look outside of itself. Pausing a moment from looking over and sorting a constant stream of new data pouring into his database. A breif moment, as it often did, to check on each and every drone. To check from intruders. Internal damages. Anything that might be out of place. Nothing was. Everything was as expected. Except... except there were far too many drones having to be rebuilt. With but another moment of thought the bio-labs were to work altering the DNA of the bio-plating covering his outer-self. In a mater of minutes, the energy absorbing material was also a hard carapace, in case his drones failed to keep intruders away from the main structure...