The three newly found Orbitons were the complete opposites of Helios. Each possessed its own distinctive form, nature, and power — their designs reflecting the very elements of creation they commanded.
Montern stood as a marvel of gravitational mastery. Its armor shimmered with a tri-toned brilliance — black, white, and gold — each plate etched with micro-filament channels that once pulsed with gravitational data. It wasn't built for brute force, but for dimensional finesse. Its helmeted head, crowned with a narrow gold crest, concealed a visor capable of perceiving not just terrain, but the invisible dance of mass fluctuations and gravitational anomalies. The pink-lit optics flickered in rhythm with nearby distortions, calculating orbital vectors in real time.Its slender, reinforced limbs moved with surgical precision. Each exposed joint was tuned to respond to gravitational fields, allowing Montern to anchor midair, redirect projectiles, or collapse terrain beneath its foes. Its clawed hands could grasp not only matter, but mass itself — able to increase or nullify weight with a simple gesture.Most striking was the circular turbine mounted upon its back: the Graviton Core, a device capable of generating localized gravity wells. With it, Montern could crush entire battalions beneath amplified force, float effortlessly in defiance of planetary pull, or redirect kinetic energy into devastating counterattacks. In its highest states, it could even conjure brief singularities, destabilizing the very geometry of the battlefield.
Pericosa, by contrast, embodied elegance and lethality in perfect union. It stood like a blade — sleek, angular, and alive with precision. Its armor was a refined fusion of white and black plating, segmented for mobility and defense, while faint orange energy veins traced its frame like ancient runes of warning. Beneath the surface pulsed a high-energy core that breathed like a heart.Its head was sharp and predatory, visor narrow and gleaming — the face of a killer forged for clarity. Elongated limbs hinted at speed and reach, their exposed mechanical tendons flexing like muscle. Mounted along its arms and legs were blade-like extensions — not ornamental, but weapons integrated directly into its frame.These were sonic-edge systems, capable of shaping and directing vibration. With a single motion, Pericosa could unleash concussive bursts that shattered armor, tore air and metal alike, or disoriented enemies through sonic distortion. At will, it could silence entire zones, nullifying sound itself, creating eerie pockets of total quiet amid chaos. Agile propulsion systems in its legs allowed it to dart and strike with surgical ferocity, its stabilizers gripping terrain like claws before launching it into elegant, deadly arcs across the sky.
The third of the trio, Sirius, was stranger still — a warrior of inertia, a living embodiment of motion and mass. It stood like a sealed titan, its dark blue, white, and metallic gray armor layered with brutal elegance. Every scar on its surface spoke of countless battles fought and survived — scratches, gouges, and faded crimson markings like war tattoos burned into its plates.Its head bore a vertical crest, sharp and deliberate, the visor glowing an intense blue that tracked not just targets, but the physics around them — mass, velocity, kinetic flux. Sirius didn't merely see the battlefield; it read its equations.In its left arm it wielded a massive circular shield etched with glowing rings — an Inertia Anchor, capable of absorbing and redirecting any force. The right hand remained open, a weaponless fist that controlled the unseen. Sirius's gift was inertia manipulation — the ability to dominate momentum itself.It could nullify its own inertia to change direction instantly, amplify it to strike with catastrophic power, or freeze opponents mid-motion by anchoring their mass. Even incoming projectiles could be redirected or dissolved mid-flight, their trajectories rewritten by the orbiton's will.Its legs, broad and mechanical, ended in clawed stabilizers that rooted it in place during high-velocity maneuvers, allowing it to pivot with terrifying precision. Sirius was balance made machine — immovable and unstoppable in the same breath.
These three Orbitons gave the Terrian Empire power beyond measure — weapons so devastating that entire worlds fell before them with minimal loss. To the empire, the cost of piloting them no longer mattered. Power was all that counted, and these machines embodied it.
The empire's most brilliant scientist, Molly Orbi, led the study of these ancient marvels. Her genius in deciphering their inner workings laid the foundation of modern Orbiton engineering, and in honor of her achievements, the machines themselves — the Closts and their descendants — bore the name Orbitons. Through her, the empire entered an age of mechanized divinity.
A century and a half passed before the empire unearthed the final two ancient Orbitons — Braken and Altopereh — the last of the gods.
Braken was found buried deep beneath the crust of a dying world, entombed in molten stone and magnetic storms. When it was excavated, the empire beheld a machine that looked less like a weapon and more like a creature of legend.It stood like a dragon risen from the heart of a reactor — clad in armor of red, white, green, and gray, layered with ceremonial precision. Each segment shimmered like scales, every joint reinforced to absorb the recoil of its own destructive force. Its silhouette was regal yet monstrous, a fusion of ancient myth and nuclear warfare.The head was distinctly draconic — sharp and angular, its twin eyes glowing with the furious light of a reactor core. Its shoulders spread wide like folded wings, designed to absorb shock and channel energy. The arms were thick and mechanical, but one was different from the other.In its right hand it bore a massive shield, engraved with concentric reactor symbols — a containment device capable of absorbing and recycling ambient radiation into pure power. The left arm, however, was its true weapon. From it erupted the energy of suns — nuclear beams, explosive bursts, and fission flares that melted alloy and terrain alike.Braken's power was nuclear manipulation — the harnessing of atomic fury. It could generate miniature nuclear detonations, sending seismic shockwaves across battlefields. Its armor could charge itself with radioactive pulses, turning its mere presence into a death sentence for those too close. In its most destructive state, Braken could emit electromagnetic bursts strong enough to disable entire fleets, leaving only silence and ruin behind.
And yet, even such monstrous power paled before the last discovery.
Two years after Braken's excavation, the final and most dangerous of the ancient Orbitons was uncovered — Altopereh, the Vanisher.This was not a machine of war. It was an extinction given form.
Altopereh wielded antimatter — a power so incomprehensible that at full output it could erase half a galaxy in a single discharge. Its destructive potential was beyond the scale of reason, and its very presence bent the laws of physics around it. That earned it its name — the Vanisher, for wherever it awoke, nothing remained.To pilot it was a death sentence. Its energy demands consumed the soul itself, draining life until nothing but the orbiton remained. Of all six ancient machines, Altopereh exacted the heaviest toll.
Because of their celestial origins and their godlike abilities, these six were christened the God Orbitons. They were weapons of unfathomable might — tools that blurred the line between machine and deity. Only the highest-ranking imperial pilots were permitted to touch them, and even then, few survived their communion.
To command a God Orbiton was to wield creation itself — and to pay for it with your existence.