This one is a sequel of a sequel.
I'm not necessarily asking anyone to do anything, I just think it's cool to hear since you guys are the only people other than my friend Deborah who will actually listen to my stories ha ha I need to publish ha ha I have no other way to spend my time ha ha help Jesus help help meee..................
Stephaun peeked out from behind the corner and looked into the large, open cave. Too dark to see anything. He inhaled deeply, then let it out in a long, stressed sigh. He got back into cover and brushed the large poof of soft, curly brown hair on his head, back to the rest of his blanketed scalp, where it wouldn't block his sight. He tapped a thin bracelet on his wrist and a hologram covered his entire arm. With just a few clicks a whole other menu screen was projected slightly above Stephaun's arm. The pale blue light flashed red for a second, indicating that no signal could be found. “Ah, dartreix. Still no signal. It's 2097 and we still can't find a better source of connection than wifi!?” He remarked in a hushed voice. He looked down at his space gear; a thin titanium breastplate bedazzled with a shiny gloss of black paint, with two studded, dark green shoulder-pads and a bulky protrusion of emerald colored aluminum, where the exoskeleton capable of carrying the heavy titanium gear Stephaun was required to wear was controlled at. The pants were plated iron coated in attenuated layers of black silicon so that the plates would be silent as they scraped against each other while moving. The only unarmored parts of his body were his face, the top of his head (he was very picky about his hair being free) and his right leg, which was a prosthetic. When Stephaun was shot in and through the knee by the flaming obsidian arrow of a demon, he soon got it amputated afterwards. It was now replaced with a lean titanium plated piece of machinery. His leg wasn't an average prosthetic, but rather the modified leg of an old mining robot his friend Shawn had repaired. The leg came equipped with a small booster rocket on the heel that could be used to slow Stephaun's falls, or kick a soccer ball, kickball, and possibly an enemies' balls really hard. Hard enough to convince someone the balls had never been there in the first place, as there'd be no trace of them besides blood, everywhere. Stephaun was so caught up in examining his armor, it took him more than a few seconds to become alert to the quiet hiss of the nearby monster. Stephaun immediately grabbed his blaster and scrambled to his feet, turning the corner and holding down the trigger, immediately lighting up the cave with short bursts of bright blue light. The lasers all hit the wall and erupted into sparks, but Stephaun kept firing anyways. With the cave temporarily lit up by the beams of superheated photons, Stephaun noticed a long, thin black rope slither out of his view. He turned to where it was and fired a single blast. Direct hit. He heard screeching and hissing galore, and realized the monster was more upset than ever now. He dove behind cover just in time for a glob of acid to strike and slowly eat through the rocky pillar he was standing behind. “Yikes.” He mumbled to himself. He lifted his hand and pressed a series of buttons on the back of his palm. Air molecules surrounding his hand transformed into tiny prisms and shards of glass that attached to his hand, and the glass shards manipulated and meshed together until Stephaun had a thick gauntlet made of solid glass in under a minute. He scraped a piece of the acid off of the rock, then using his other hand, grabbed a small metal circle, about the size of a ring from his utility belt. He put the ring on the goop, and as the ring spun and analyzed a fraction of the burning green glop. Words started popping up on another projection. Stephaun read them hastily, knowing he didn't have much time. “Come on, come on!” Stephaun squinted and didn't even notice he was reading everything aloud. “Uh. Here we go. Possible creatures… Tortriese…. Vulterg… Centireaper...” Stephaun heard another shrill hiss from right behind him. “Yeah.” Stephaun said, sighing. “Definetely a Centireaper.” Stephaun quickly got to the floor and kicked backwards randomly, hoping to confuse or stagger the monster. He rolled a few feet away and jumped up. A massive black centipede with a single eyeball the size and shape of a football on its top glared down at Stephaun. It raised up, balancing on its back legs, while its front four legs, specialized to be longer and sharper, were raised in an attempt to intimidate Stephaun. It worked. Stephaun started sweating profusely, but stood completely still. The monster glared at him with its single, massive eye, piercing Stephaun's valiant bravery with the shear power of fear. Stephaun held his breath and puffed out his chest, to seem more in control. The monster was not amused. With a low growl seemingly coming from its eyeball, the beast slowly lurked toward Stephaun. Stephaun waited. The Centireaper closed in on Stephaun, and Stephaun very slowly exhaled into a long, loud whistle. The beast flinched and moved backwards, confused. Stephaun ran out of breath, and looked up at the Centireaper. After a few seconds it re-initiated its approach toward Stephaun, intent on killing him. Stephaun smirked. A distant rumbling was heard and the Centireaper looked to its right near a crumbling cave wall. Stephaun turned and jumped to the floor, covering his head. The already unstable wall quickly exploded into rubble as a massive black and brown arachnid's leg rammed through it and shook around wildly, attempting to hit the Centireaper. Stephaun crawled low so as to not be hit by the leg, then, when it was scraping around the other side of the room, Stephaun stood and ran at the leg. As it flew back over to him, Stephaun jumped and grabbed onto the leg as it thrashed around the room. he balanced himself on the sturdy spider leg and pulled out his blaster as he wobbled back and forth. The Centireaper kept attempting to leap at Stephaun, but every time it prepared to jump the leg would swipe it back. Stephaun aimed carefully while moving wildly around the room on the spider's leg, and then fired two blasts of laser-light into the Centireaper's eye, completely melting off the surface of the eye. Stephaun, then knelt down and stroked the spider leg. The arachnid calmed down and stopped moving so crazily. Stephaun hopped off the leg and watched as it slid out of the cave. Stephaun peeked out of the destroyed wall and looked up at the twenty foot tall daddy-long-legs spider above him. “Thanks, Father Lean Legs.” Stephaun said. The massive spider let out a growl, then turned and left, every step shaking the ground around Stephaun. Stephaun turned around and walked over to the Centireaper, writhing in pain on the floor, wriggling around like a headless snake. Stephaun pulled a long, decorated bronze dagger from his side. He spun it around in his hand before raising it above his head and bringing it down into the bloody, melted eye of the Centireaper. It let out a single, hair-raising screech before it went silent. Stephaun released a short laugh before standing up and stretching. He turned around and walked out the hole in the cave wall. He pressed his hand up to a fingerprint scanner on the collarbone of his suit. Suddenly, a microphone formed out of crystals and dirt from the floor around Stephaun and attached to his face. “Gerith. The Centireaper matriarch is dead. You can tell the villagers that the cave should be safe to explore now, only thing left are a few giant moths. Nothing they can't handle. Send Shawn to come pick me up.”
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