Well I am avid PSO fan, and as of such when I found this I was happy. Here is a little of the intro, and before people get all uptight, I have permission to post it here. So without further ado(maybe I’ll post more later….) “Maybe she was right.” A white blur hailed down from the sky, barely missing the tattered armor which barely hung to the tired ranger’s frame. “This armor, has been a life saver, but I don’t know how much longer it will last.” Barely audiable, the words betrayed their master to the enemy at hand of the direction the ranger had run to dodge the last attack. “Yeah, she was right, but no time for that now. I’ll tell her I was wrong next time I see her.” A smile broke across the ranger’s face as he dodged yet another bolt of lightening aimed at his body. While running from location to location looking for prime opportunities to shoot his opponent, he imagined in his head the reaction of his friend when he would actually admit that he was wrong about something. The shock that would seize her body, hearing for the first time in her life that he was wrong, something that she herself probably did not think would ever happen in her lifetime. “Now, must concentrate on staying alive, otherwise I won’t be able to tell her I was wrong.” The smile quickly faded from his face as he saw a blade aiming for his head, a change in tactics by his foe which took the ranger completely off guard. Immediately, he was snapped back to the task at hand. An expression of shock came over him as he quickly tried to get out of the way of the oncoming blade. He managed to move out of the way of the full brunt of the force of the foul beast, but the edge of the beasts blade got him, and sliced a small gash on his bicep, exposing some of the muscle of his arm to the air. “That idiot is gonna get me if I don’t be careful. I’ve come too far to fail now. I can’t fail, now that I am so close to my goal, so close to claiming my reward.” The foul beast hovered before him, almost seeming to smile, like he had just destroyed some helpless town. Thoughts of confusion flashed through the ranger’s head. “What the heck, he missed me. Why is he grinning at me?” His mind was racing at all the possible reasons that this beast of evil was smiling at him. All of a sudden he felt a strange tingling coming from his skin as well as a sudden charge of energy flowing through his body which seemed to instantaneously drain all of his strength. The pain sent a jolt though his body, as he tensed up, his eyes bulging from the sensation he was feeling deep inside of him. His mind was once again racing back to the deepest part of his memory. The description seemed so familiar, not like something that he himself had experienced, but like something that he had read before. It was so familiar to him, but yet at the same time something that was hard to remember the exact source of the memory. Then he remembered. “Oh shoot. Heacleath Flowen, this is how he got infected. These are the symptoms that Flown described in his journals.” Looking down at his arm, he could see the infection already starting to grow, slowly starting to take over his arm. There was something different though about this infection than the one that claimed the life of Flowen. This was growing too fast, spreading too much in a short amount of time. According to the medical records which had been reviewed and the journals which Pioneer 2 and the research team in the Seabed research utility found, it took weeks for the infection to completely spread through out all of Flowen’s body. At the rate this infection was spreading, it wouldn’t be long now before he was completely taken over. He already knew what the end result would be. He would loose his mind and became a beast, like Flown had. Falling to his knees in front of the beast a moan of pain and agony escaped his now shivering body. He was shivering not from the cold, but from the heat and from the tearing of his soul from inside his body. The infection was now spreading rapidly through his body, draining all his strength and corrupting his not only his body but his mind as well. Leaning over, his arm resting on his rifle which had served him faithfully over the years, he saw his faithful friend hovering over his shoulder. “It’s too late buddy, but don’t worry about me, I’ll be ok.” The ranger managed to force a grin on his face while looking at his long time and faithful friend. The grin was full of pain, as he felt the evil inside of him, taking over his entire body. His friend didn’t seem convinced by the rangers false front he was trying to put on. Quickly, and without consent from his master, the mag plowed himself into his masters arm, fusing for a quick second with his masters muscle that had been exposed by the wound. The ranger was confused as he saw the mag start to dive toward his arm, but soon learned of what the mag was doing. The mag, his friend for well over two years, had plowed itself into the rangers arm and was absorbing all the dark energy that was emanating from the wound and infecting the ranger’s body directly into it’s own core, sacrificing itself for that of its master and friend. The transfer sent a shock through the ranger’s body, as the evil energy was purged from his body just as rapidly as it had infected him. “What are you doing?” he yelled. But it was too late. The mag fell down at the rangers feet, black from the horrible death it had just suffered through and hard as stone, as was evidenced by the loud thump produced when the mag hit the ground. The energy had been too much for it to absorb. This was not like the poison of the lilies, this was pure evil in its most concentrated form. Slowly the mag started to disintegrate right before his eyes, leaving behind streams of black energy as the excess energy dissipated into the surrounding air. A tear escaped from the rangers eyes, traveling slowly down the ranger’s face though the layers of dirt that had formed on his face from the many days traveling through the ruins of the ancient spaceship deep beneath the planets crust.. “You are going to pay!” was all he could mutter. Quietly at first, but then, as he repeated it under his breath it became louder and louder with each repetition, until he was screaming it at the top of his lungs at the beast that was hovering before him, a dark haze surrounding the beast that had just killed the ranger’s friend. Covered in the darkness of its own evil, the beast hovered in front of the ranger, emanating an aura of pure concentrated evil. Even the slight touch from the creature was devastating to any living organism, and even inorganic materials were not safe from the evil that radiated from the beast. The ranger’s armor showed it. The once brilliant armor that had been able to light up a darkened room from the photons embedded in it was now barely whole. Falling apart at the seams, the photons have almost completely left the armor due to the damage and the dark auras of the enemies which the ranger had come in contact with recently. Normally, the armor would have been retired at this point by most other hunters as its ability to protect had been seriously compromised, but he was stubborn. To everyone else, he said that he kept the armor since it was given to him by his best friend, but only to himself would he admit that the reason he didn’t acquire new armor was because he didn’t want to change anything, even if the quality of the other item was better. It was not in his best interest at any time to change armor, especially if he had to pay for it, but he knew that this would be the armor’s last battle, and whether it cost money or not, he would require some new armor to protect him after this battle was over. But for now, it was all the cunning ranger had. He had to make it last this one last time, otherwise his life was over. Leaning on his trusted gun, the ranger slowly arose to his feet. Staggering back and forth, the ranger extended his arm weakly, releasing a barrage of glittery particles around him. The wounds on his body closed up instantly, as he felt a surge of energy flowing through his body, restoring his lost strength. Normally, the Resta technique only closed wounds on the casters and their allies bodies, but this modified version of Resta was pure magic, as was taught to the young ranger a few years before by a strange visitor which had revealed a great deal to him. “You look surprised you jerk. What, you didn’t know Rangers could learn magic did you? You thought I should only have techniques at my disposal? Your about to learn what else I can do.” The monster hovered a few meters back, but continued to stare down his adversary, analyzing the situation it was now in. It had seen this magic before. The previous caster of this technique of magic was the person who had sealed him away in his prison. This caused a flare or anger to rise up in the beast. Confused over why the monster was not running for the hills, the ranger shouldered his rifle, aiming for what he had been told were the critical spots on the beast. Just as he was to pull the trigger, the beast motioned his arm, and released a fast moving purple ball of energy from his mouth. The ranger had no time to react as the ball instantly hit him, throwing him to the ground, his gun landing many feet out of reach of the fallen ranger. The ranger’s eyes slowly started to close, as he rapidly lost consciousness. “Nina, I’m sorry.” He gasped. Slowly his eyes started rolling back in his head as his head tilted to the side. “I’m sorry Nina” the last bit of consciousness had managed to whisper in his mind.
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