CactusBrawler

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Another pet hate. End of the World plots.

It doesn't matter how spiffy you think your plot is, you cannot end the world, and you cannot force anyone to think it's going to end, so why bother? It just annoys people who are going to have to ignore whatever it is you're doing, and are nothing but railroaded ego-fests with a foregone conclusion.

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<----Is currently on second end of the world plot

<---- Is expecting just like the first one the end of the world device to be smashed up by a mixture of heroes and villians


<---- if not being a villian of world shattering proportions your hardly a Super Villian at all


<--- Belives you means 'villian makes end of world device, heroes try to stop him plotlines'


<--- Could be wrong

I actually say LOL in real life.

I don't knjow when I started doing it but I blame BF2.

Paragon City. Abandoned Water Treatment Plant

Sarah stood rapidly throwing punches at the concrete wall a mixture of dust and her own human hands blood was forming on the wall and her knuckles.

She’d woken up. No that was wrong she’d awoken, with the demonic face of Dr Edward inches away from her own.

She was shocked, not only about allowing some one to get within her primary defensive range but also that as far as she’d been aware she’d been at home.

Replaying the footage in her mind he’d seemed different older perhaps? Maybe more tired than she’d seen him before.

She span and lashed out a backhanded blow hitting the concrete, felt something break in her hand, pain flared so she severed the feeling.

He’d told her she’d been used, controlled by the Council.

She forced her memories back demanded that the machine side of her mind tell her what she’d done before hand.

There had been a phone call a voice on the line had said to her

“Wagner Die Walküre”

She’d fallen asleep or something at that point her own memory of the even ended shortly after picking up the phone.

The voice had told her to head to Pocket D where she would meet with a contact, it had given her directions to a stock of gear to use on the way.

With the memory from the machine came more than just visual and audio information, she was feeling what this other her had felt, this doll, this tool that she’d become in response to the voice.

She felt the echo of love and undying loyalty to the voice and how she’d thought of it as a father.

She rested her head falling forward so that her forehead was pressed against the damaged wall, blood and dust matting in her hair.

It had happened again once more she’d been the tool of evil.

As she stood there sobbing the machine inside planned.

The Rogue Islands

The girl turned machine known as Battle Unit Omega watched as the man slowly regained consciousness. They’d stripped him of his costume one might say his uniform that he’d worn while performing on the cruise ship.

He now sat enthroned in the vast bronze architecture of the Hates Engine. A crown topped with cables sat on his head kept in place with a series of needles that digged into his flesh.

He roused slowly shivering before he’d fully opened his eyes.

“Wha?” his voice was slurred his tongue thick from sleep and the drugs that brought it about.

“Target Designate: José Mariana: This Unit Has Been Awaiting Your Revival” the girl said each word clipped and precise

“Hey bambina where am I?” he tried to look around but restraints held his head in place.

“Current: Location: Cradle Of The New World Order” she answered him before turning her back

“And why?” his voice was tinted with panic now as his situation fully dawned on him

“You: Are: A Resource” she again answered as twisted a few knobs and pressed buttons on a console

“A resource what do you mean?” he tried struggling but the restraints had been designed to hold people with super strength a normal man had no chance

“You: Mutant Ability: Emotive Psionic Energy: Required” she answered fingers moving along keys on the console

He groaned and clenched his teeth as an electric current flowed through him, the crown above him began to crackle as something built up within.

“Ah I don’t grrrrk know what you mean!” he gasped out between clenched teeth

“Your Knowledge Of Your Powers: Not Required: We Can Force Their Activation” she said turning a dial on the console

As José writhed in his bonds he was unaware that behind him rose a massive pillar of bronze. Carved into the pillar a face stared at his back a face contorted in deep sorrow.

((Post easter/level to 50/loads of uni work update.))

Paragon City: Sarah’s secret base/home

Sarah sat in the small circle of light provided by the black and white TV screen, she didn’t need light to see her machine eye was capable of night vision in addition to infra red and other spectrums.

She was worried, she sat not paying attention to the comedy playing on the small TV screen. As the prime time comedy about the zany antics of a Warrior gang member and a Freakshow tank who for some reason were forced to share an apartment she went over her memories again.

And again nothing their were several gaps in her memory points where she couldn’t remember anything at all, even the machine side of her brain couldn’t clue her in on what happened during those periods of black out.

A buzzing echoed over the through the disused water treatment plant and then a brief blast of operatic music.

‘I don’t remember having a phone’ Sarah thought as her computer side targeted the location of the sound

Crossing the room she found hidden among a bunch of boxes a small matt black cell phone. Opening it she placed it to her ear.

“Wagner Die Walküre” a voice on the other end spoke.

Sarah’s eye lost focus and she would of fallen over as her mind went to sleep if not for balance abilities provided by her enhancements.

“Time to wake up dear child. There is work to be done.” The voice said again

Life filled Sarah’s eye and she stood up but something was different, normally her shoulders were slumped and she would look round constantly for threats, but now she was practically bouncing on the spot, she seemed tense like a coiled spring or a puppy excited about going on a walk.

“I’m here father what do you want me to do?” even her voice had changed lost its dull edge

“Equipment and your mission has been placed at location seven” the voice spoke before hanging up.

Sarah smiled and ran, out of her base and through the streets pausing only long enough to pick up her long coat, while she looked just like a normal kid running around and having fun however through her mind data was flowing, city maps, location and view angles of cameras, normal patrol patterns and routes of law enforcement these she skirted the edge of moving through the city but never registering digitally.

She arrived eventually at a small news agents and made a pretence of looking at comics on the news racks, after a short time the other customer had left.

Walking up to the counter she looked up into the face of the store owner allowing him to see into the hood of her coat and her glowing cybernetic eye.

“And what can I get you little girl?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

“An apple pop. You just can’t beat the liquid center” she said stressing the word center

He nodded pressed a button under the counter and gestured to the door behind him. Walking into the room she found it to an elevator.
The doors closed behind her and the room descended several floors. The doors opened and she entered a safe house belonging to the Council. A bed stood in the center of the room, another room led of from it a brief shot of sonar revealed it to be a bathroom. On the bed lay a metal case.

Sarah opened the case and took out a brown paper envelope. Below it in the case there was selection of matt black clothing and mid length blade. Sarah opened the envelope and read through the information rapidly her computer mind directly feeding off of the information as it entered her cybernetic eye.

Tom Wilkinson formally a member of the Councils tech team turned traitor and now states witness.

The plan was simple a visible would attack one a target nearby , Longbow would of course move him. But to avoid drawing attention that they had him it would be a small force. Her mission was to intercept him and his bodyguards.

She undressed and redressed in the matt black clothing, though flexible it was slightly stiff evidencing some form of armouring.

[Kevelar Weave] the machine part of her mind evaluated.

Tucking the blade into her sleeve she headed towards the place her tactical components had decided was the best for an ambush. Her machine mind opened and started filtering through broadcast transmissions, longbow, PPD and the ones used by criminal groups.

She relaxed her muscles and felt parts of her enhancements down shift to preserve power. Hours passed as she weighted on a rooftop in the shadow of a chimney. Her eye opened as she intercepted a transmission

‘Confirmed Council activities in sector twelve. They don’t appear to be after Mr Wilkinson but we’d better move him to the second location to be on the safe side’

Machine prepared for action, enhancements consuming more power gears moving faster and faster.
Below her a door opened and two men in trench coats stepped out behind them a smaller man with greying hair followed them.

Sarah threw her self off the building top, using her right arm she grabbed the wall breaking her fall speed keeping it to an acceptable level.

One of the men looked up as he heard metal striking brick, he did so just in time to see hard metal fill his vision as Sarah planted her feet in his face. The impact sent him to the floor as he fell Sarah stepped off of his and lashed out with her blade it took the second Longbow agent in the throat. His emergency mediport fired and took him away. As she hit the floor Sarah activated a device in her clothing blocking teleport technology in the area.

“What?” Tom Wilkinson was pale shaking at the sight he’d barely been able to catch

“The Council will not allow traitors” Sarah said as she turned and drove her blade into his heart. Blood splattered across her face as she pulled the blade away.

She returned to the safe house showered and changed.

Back home she picked up the phone and dialled a number.

As the phone rang she addressed the machine side of her mind.

‘Sigma erase logged files for to days actions’

[Understood: Erasing Log Files]

“Good work my daughter you have made father happy today” the voice on the other side of the phone said.

Sarah smiled eye sparkling with happiness.

“Sleep my precious daughter, when you wake up you’ll be some one else”


The Rogue Islands
OOC: Mainly towards Raven_Deathstorm

Tiny, invisible to the naked eye the machines crawled over the wall billions of them each a tiny marvel of technology.

The room had been stripped bare, its occupant had shown powerful telekinetic powers both in the battle to subdue her and in several displays of bad temper towards her captors.

Silently the tiny machines formed a lattice and projected energy between them, flickering a image formed on the wall projected by a billion little emitters.

A figure formed on the screen a little girl probably no older than eleven, her face covered in faint white scars, silver hair un-brushed partially covering a lens like device that seemed to be a replacement for her right eye. Her left eye a pale blue, no soul or life seemed to shine in its depths, a dolls eyes made in flesh.

The child spoke each word clipped precise giving her words a feeling of maturity that didn’t match the doll like exterior.

“Target: Psionic Female: This Unit Would Discuss The: Nature Of Your Incarceration”

“Mankind: Suffering: A Cancer”

“This Cancer: Designated: Society”

“Society: Exists: To Protect The Weak. The Weak: Should Not Live: This Is Natural Order”

“However: Society : Protects The Weak By Enslaving The Strong.”

“Society: Chains The Strong: Teaches Them That Strength Not Used For Societies : Benefit : Wrong: Evil”

“Yet: Even This Is Not Enough: Society : Send Slaves To Tear Down: Those Who Have Seen The Truth”

“It Preaches : The Sanctity Of Free Will: Yet Removes This From The Strong”

“But You Target: Have The Chance To Help Us: Free Ourselves From Societies Chains: Your Situation Will Improve Should You Willingly Help Us”

“If You Do Not:… Many Things Constructed On : Blood: Innocents”

The picture breaks up as the tiny machines crawl away.

Arachnos Base: Nerva Archipalago
OOC: Mainly towards the Dusk Spiders

Around a table sat several figures dressed in white armour across the table was spread tons of papers and printouts. The printouts were all of a large seemingly armoured figure.
“So do we actually know what it is? Or What it wanted from that place?” the figure at the head of the table said

“Well we know that its called Battle Unit Omega and it’s a robot of unknown origin” a different armoured figure spoke up and leafed through some of the papers

“Unknown construction method. We encountered several of them last year where it appeared to be taking genetic samples” it continued

“And that base just so happened to be the place we store information on mutants…” a third figure said rolling a coin through his fingers over and over

“Regardless it got what it wanted at the cost of the lives of many of the personnel at the base” the head figure said

“So do we make it ‘kill’ on sight?” the paper shuffling figure said

“It only got destined one status because we thought it was a man in a suit yeah? But if its just a robot it should be scrapped” the coin playing figure said

“Agreed. Battle Unit Omega has had its Destined One status revoked. For crimes against Arachnos it is now classified as destroy on sight.” the head Arbitrator said

((Post easter/level to 50/loads of uni work update.))

Paragon City: Sarah’s secret base/home

Sarah sat in the small circle of light provided by the black and white TV screen, she didn’t need light to see her machine eye was capable of night vision in addition to infra red and other spectrums.

She was worried, she sat not paying attention to the comedy playing on the small TV screen. As the prime time comedy about the zany antics of a Warrior gang member and a Freakshow tank who for some reason were forced to share an apartment she went over her memories again.

And again nothing their were several gaps in her memory points where she couldn’t remember anything at all, even the machine side of her brain couldn’t clue her in on what happened during those periods of black out.

A buzzing echoed over the through the disused water treatment plant and then a brief blast of operatic music.

‘I don’t remember having a phone’ Sarah thought as her computer side targeted the location of the sound

Crossing the room she found hidden among a bunch of boxes a small matt black cell phone. Opening it she placed it to her ear.

“Wagner Die Walküre” a voice on the other end spoke.

Sarah’s eye lost focus and she would of fallen over as her mind went to sleep if not for balance abilities provided by her enhancements.

“Time to wake up dear child. There is work to be done.” The voice said again

Life filled Sarah’s eye and she stood up but something was different, normally her shoulders were slumped and she would look round constantly for threats, but now she was practically bouncing on the spot, she seemed tense like a coiled spring or a puppy excited about going on a walk.

“I’m here father what do you want me to do?” even her voice had changed lost its dull edge

“Equipment and your mission has been placed at location seven” the voice spoke before hanging up.

Sarah smiled and ran, out of her base and through the streets pausing only long enough to pick up her long coat, while she looked just like a normal kid running around and having fun however through her mind data was flowing, city maps, location and view angles of cameras, normal patrol patterns and routes of law enforcement these she skirted the edge of moving through the city but never registering digitally.

She arrived eventually at a small news agents and made a pretence of looking at comics on the news racks, after a short time the other customer had left.

Walking up to the counter she looked up into the face of the store owner allowing him to see into the hood of her coat and her glowing cybernetic eye.

“And what can I get you little girl?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

“An apple pop. You just can’t beat the liquid center” she said stressing the word center

He nodded pressed a button under the counter and gestured to the door behind him. Walking into the room she found it to an elevator.
The doors closed behind her and the room descended several floors. The doors opened and she entered a safe house belonging to the Council. A bed stood in the center of the room, another room led of from it a brief shot of sonar revealed it to be a bathroom. On the bed lay a metal case.

Sarah opened the case and took out a brown paper envelope. Below it in the case there was selection of matt black clothing and mid length blade. Sarah opened the envelope and read through the information rapidly her computer mind directly feeding off of the information as it entered her cybernetic eye.

Tom Wilkinson formally a member of the Councils tech team turned traitor and now states witness.

The plan was simple a visible would attack one a target nearby , Longbow would of course move him. But to avoid drawing attention that they had him it would be a small force. Her mission was to intercept him and his bodyguards.

She undressed and redressed in the matt black clothing, though flexible it was slightly stiff evidencing some form of armouring.

[Kevelar Weave] the machine part of her mind evaluated.

Tucking the blade into her sleeve she headed towards the place her tactical components had decided was the best for an ambush. Her machine mind opened and started filtering through broadcast transmissions, longbow, PPD and the ones used by criminal groups.

She relaxed her muscles and felt parts of her enhancements down shift to preserve power. Hours passed as she weighted on a rooftop in the shadow of a chimney. Her eye opened as she intercepted a transmission

‘Confirmed Council activities in sector twelve. They don’t appear to be after Mr Wilkinson but we’d better move him to the second location to be on the safe side’

Machine prepared for action, enhancements consuming more power gears moving faster and faster.
Below her a door opened and two men in trench coats stepped out behind them a smaller man with greying hair followed them.

Sarah threw her self off the building top, using her right arm she grabbed the wall breaking her fall speed keeping it to an acceptable level.

One of the men looked up as he heard metal striking brick, he did so just in time to see hard metal fill his vision as Sarah planted her feet in his face. The impact sent him to the floor as he fell Sarah stepped off of his and lashed out with her blade it took the second Longbow agent in the throat. His emergency mediport fired and took him away. As she hit the floor Sarah activated a device in her clothing blocking teleport technology in the area.

“What?” Tom Wilkinson was pale shaking at the sight he’d barely been able to catch

“The Council will not allow traitors” Sarah said as she turned and drove her blade into his heart. Blood splattered across her face as she pulled the blade away.

She returned to the safe house showered and changed.

Back home she picked up the phone and dialled a number.

As the phone rang she addressed the machine side of her mind.

‘Sigma erase logged files for to days actions’

[Understood: Erasing Log Files]

“Good work my daughter you have made father happy today” the voice on the other side of the phone said.

Sarah smiled eye sparkling with happiness.

“Sleep my precious daughter, when you wake up you’ll be some one else”


The Rogue Islands
OOC: Mainly towards Raven_Deathstorm

Tiny, invisible to the naked eye the machines crawled over the wall billions of them each a tiny marvel of technology.

The room had been stripped bare, its occupant had shown powerful telekinetic powers both in the battle to subdue her and in several displays of bad temper towards her captors.

Silently the tiny machines formed a lattice and projected energy between them, flickering a image formed on the wall projected by a billion little emitters.

A figure formed on the screen a little girl probably no older than eleven, her face covered in faint white scars, silver hair un-brushed partially covering a lens like device that seemed to be a replacement for her right eye. Her left eye a pale blue, no soul or life seemed to shine in its depths, a dolls eyes made in flesh.

The child spoke each word clipped precise giving her words a feeling of maturity that didn’t match the doll like exterior.

“Target: Psionic Female: This Unit Would Discuss The: Nature Of Your Incarceration”

“Mankind: Suffering: A Cancer”

“This Cancer: Designated: Society”

“Society: Exists: To Protect The Weak. The Weak: Should Not Live: This Is Natural Order”

“However: Society : Protects The Weak By Enslaving The Strong.”

“Society: Chains The Strong: Teaches Them That Strength Not Used For Societies : Benefit : Wrong: Evil”

“Yet: Even This Is Not Enough: Society : Send Slaves To Tear Down: Those Who Have Seen The Truth”

“It Preaches : The Sanctity Of Free Will: Yet Removes This From The Strong”

“But You Target: Have The Chance To Help Us: Free Ourselves From Societies Chains: Your Situation Will Improve Should You Willingly Help Us”

“If You Do Not:… Many Things Constructed On : Blood: Innocents”

The picture breaks up as the tiny machines crawl away.

Arachnos Base: Nerva Archipalago
OOC: Mainly towards the Dusk Spiders

Around a table sat several figures dressed in white armour across the table was spread tons of papers and printouts. The printouts were all of a large seemingly armoured figure.
“So do we actually know what it is? Or What it wanted from that place?” the figure at the head of the table said

“Well we know that its called Battle Unit Omega and it’s a robot of unknown origin” a different armoured figure spoke up and leafed through some of the papers

“Unknown construction method. We encountered several of them last year where it appeared to be taking genetic samples” it continued

“And that base just so happened to be the place we store information on mutants…” a third figure said rolling a coin through his fingers over and over

“Regardless it got what it wanted at the cost of the lives of many of the personnel at the base” the head figure said

“So do we make it ‘kill’ on sight?” the paper shuffling figure said

“It only got destined one status because we thought it was a man in a suit yeah? But if its just a robot it should be scrapped” the coin playing figure said

“Agreed. Battle Unit Omega has had its Destined One status revoked. For crimes against Arachnos it is now classified as destroy on sight.” the head Arbitrator said

The Hates Engine

((Okay since we will shortly be at 3 out of 5 ‘parts’ needed to end the world it might be a good idea to now make the TLFs current plot line open for joining.

Back information can be read in the Sibling Rivalry Thread in creative. Here ))

Designed to draw the powers of five psychic people and then use them to transmit a series of emotions to the subconscious of the world the Engine is designed to cause society to tear it self apart as people fall victim to overwhelming feelings of Lust, Suspicion, Rage, Sorrow and Greed.

The Hates Engine resembles the acid fuelled dream of HR Geiger after a day of listening to brass bands and shopping at Ikea. A central pentagon is connected to five throne like constructions. Everything is made from a brass like metal, all clouds of steam and whirring gears everywhere.

((Forgive the badly drawn and even worse scanned pictures))

Throne like thing

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1. Hand and head restraints. Feed psionic energy away from the body
2. Person goes here
3. Lower body restraint. Feeds nutrients to captured psychic
4. The machine is steam powered.

The central Pentagon has one of these ‘thrones’ on each of it sides. On each side of the pentagon a large face is worked into the machinery representing one of the following emotions, Rage, Lust, Greed, Sorrow and Suspicion.

NPCs.

Mary Kelly: Age unknown suspected to be in the mid thirties but looks younger than is due to cosmetic surgery. Born in Jamaica, accent becomes thicker when she is emotional or if she feels it will help her career. Star of the day time talk show ((Bit like Jerry Springer or Jeremy Kyle)) uses psychic abilities to read her guests minds so that she knows what will set them off and make for a more entertaining show.
Formerly a negotiator for villain groups used her abilities to make deals move smoother.

Used for the Suspicion part of the Engine

José Mariana: Age 23. A mutant that doesn’t know it. He has the subconscious ability to trigger unhappy feelings in those around him when concentrating. Has found a small amount of success as a musician on cruise ships. Gets good reviews for his live performances, but since part of this is due to his mutant ability it has never carried across in recordings of his shows, so no real fame has come for him. Currently a musician on a cruise ship.

Used for the Sorrow part of the Engine.

PC

Saria Lansing ((write up of the kidnap can be read in the Sibling Rivalry thread on creative)). Used for the Rage part of the Engine.

IC ways of joining in.

Battle Unit Omega has a large Arachnos bounty on its head after stealing a collection of data Arachnos had gathered on mutants in the Rogue Isles.

Marry Kelly. The TV studios that makes her show are offering a medium sized reward for her return.

Saria Lansing. A report of her disappearance was in Paragon City newspapers a few days after her kidnapping.

Somewhere. Council Base

“You will be our stalking horse little one. A hero under our control, bringing down the wrath of Paragon city on our enemies and yet never striking at us” the Vampyrs’s voice was relaxed a tone that jarred with the look of his monstrous body

“I… understand” Sarah’s voice was quiet her mind still subdued by the Vampyr’s mind control.

“Your new arm. It has a method for us to communicate with you and you will obey our orders understood?” the Vampyr paced the room leaning in to whisper these words in the girls ears

“Understood” Sarah looked down at her new right arm, her self made replacement had in turn been replaced with one of Council design.

“You will not speak of this event to anyone understood?” the vampyr had moved whispering in her other ear

“Understood”

The Vampyr gestured to another man in the room who approached Sarah with a syringe, a sharp [censored] of pain and then darkness crept round the edge of her vision.

As she passed out she heard the Vampyr’s final command.

“Take her back to Paragon city”

Mercy Isle. Arachnos Base.

Steel tore and concrete shattered under the fingers of the machine. Vast clouds of steam poured from its vents as it ripped its way through the outer wall of the base. Their mission was simple a retrieval of information. Problems arose however the information was stored deep within an Arachnos base.

With a final crumpling of cement the machine broke through, right into a group of Arachnos troops, the machine struck like lightning a dance of gears and flying blood. Armour was like paper and flesh moved like water as it tore the guards apart.

Bullets bounced of its armour like rain as it stormed through the corridors of the base its pace was like an avalanche sweeping up the Aracnos soldiers in its path, behind it lay only destruction and the groans of the dying.

The machine paused as scanners assessed its goal.

[Unexpected: Situation: Regarding: Mission Objective]
[Prepare: For : Collaboration: Assessment]

The girl looked through the machines sensors though several hundred miles currently separated them. The goal the machine had been sent to attain was in a different form than expected. Rather than a simple data server a large armour bound server was wired directly into the wall.

[Tactical: Assessment: Remove : Goal From This Area: Deconstruct: Safe Location]

The machine started moving, the hum of turning gears becoming a roar as more moved into position, it clutched at the sides of the armoured server and with the sound of tearing masonry ripped it from the wall.

Carrying its prize it moved through the bloodstained smoke filled base corridors it transmitted a statement.

[Arachnos: Psionic Mutation: Studies: Acquired]

((Edit it and pretend you never made a mistake, thats what the functions for :P))

A Couple of Rogue Island Papers

TV Broadcasting interrupted robot brings warning of doom.

The papers don’t seem very impressed, stuff like this happens in the Rogue Islands every day.

Link

((OOC: Short one))

Council Base Somewhere

His voice was soft almost lulling Sarah though as she listened to the strangely dressed man in front of her. Not that she had any choice her arms and legs were restrained.

Was it the tone or the voice or the rhythm of his words she idly wondered through as her mind clouded that made her want to listen to more.

She should be struggling she thought break free, hit the vampyr with her chair and try and escape again.

But she felt a growing need to sit here longer and listen he was making sense talking about destiny, duty and how the Council was both of those things.

The man if he could still be called a man left her alone daydreaming about power, glory and a brave new world.

Outside she could barely hear a conversation.

“Will she serve?” a mans voice

“Her mind is young malleable, she has almost no mental defences at all” it was that same lulling voice


Arachnos Broadcasting Station. Rogue Islands

The machines employed ancient tactics in their fighting the larger would smash through obstacles, it size and the way it could lift a man off the ground and smash another person with him making it the more immediate threat but as the Arachnos troops focused their fire on the brutish machine the smaller one would take them out small super heated bullets punching their way through flesh and armour like tissue paper.

Their rampage stopped only as the last trooper his mind broken by the violence screamed and ran. With in five minutes the forty staff of the broadcast relay center had become corpses.

The larger of the machine placed a disc into the mainframe of the center. Alarms began to blare the machines ran with amazing pace through the ruined corridors of the building.

Across the Rogue Islands TV Broadcasts were interrupted as a shadowy figure replaced the normal tv programs.

“Arachnos: Know This: Two Of Five Parts: Device Completed: Soon End Of Arachnos Reign: Will Occur” the figure spoke in a mechanical voice every word clipped and precise.

It’s statement said normal viewing was resumed.

((OOC: A Successful kidnap attempt go team TLF!))

Extra Dimensional Bar: Pocket D

The machine stood still except for the occasional turn of the head. It scanned the room waiting for evidence of a useful target..

The machine sited a woman, she looked around twenty years old, with blue hair seeming to have a consciousness of it's own, floating she smiled at a nearby machine and then the liquid she was drinking rose into the air forming shapes.

The machine turned to look at Rip Fang who gave a slight almost unnoticeable nod. Between them they began to form a plan, if the woman was telepathic she would suit their plans perfectly, however if she was telepathic she could discover their plans as well. Rip was capable of controlling his surface thoughts but it required time and effort.

The plan they established was simple use a deception to get the target to accompany them and then at some advantageous location attack and subdue her.

The machine approached her. It explained that they were looking for some one capable of awakening a child from a coma. One that wouldn’t pressure the child into joining Longbow or other pro-governmental force and one that wouldn’t turn around and sell the child to Arachnos forces.

If the machine had been programmed with more conversational skills it might of detected a resonance between the target and the story.

The machine suggested that they go meet another member of the machines organisation, one who was hiding from the mind reading abilities of the Fortunas.

Of course now that the target knew of their plans the way they would have to travel though various tunnels to avoid Arachnos detection.

They travelled for nearly an hour through dank sewers and darks tunnels thought to be remnants of whatever had called the Rogue Islands home before settlers ships had arrived.

Finally they arrived the tunnel lead into a large cavernous room in the distance another tunnel lead out of the room and deeper into the island. Abase had been set up making it look like some one had been waiting here for several days. It only looked that way however as they had only set up this location for ambush a few hours earlier.

A man sat on a wooden chair in the center of the room, he was dressed in what most would call normal clothing apart of course from the surgical mask covering his face.
He nodded then to the machine and simply said

“Shut off the exits, she must not escape”

The way they had come and in the distance the way out of the room was filled with a wall of crackling energy.

The woman’s face changed with her emotions a look of shock was replaced with one of anger, her fists clenched and heartbeat quickened. The machine calculated that she would fight them.

“Ok... one question... why?” she asked the question breathlessly as if trying to keep her self under control.

“Your Body: Needed” the machine stated as parts moved around within the frame optimising it for combat.

“Sorry I’m using it” the woman gestured with one hand and a large block of masonry rose from the floor and flew at the machine.

The man chuckled and seemed to fade into the background his voice echoed and seemed to come from all parts of the cavern at once

“Not for long!” he said

The block of stone shattered as the machine brought both fists arcing down on it, the woman hovered in the air creating a field of force around her concentric circles formed in the dust of the cavern floor, flowing outwards with each wave of force.

Metal spikes jutted from the soles of the machines feet digging into the floor providing fraction as it forced its way through the waves of force.

“Do Not Resist: Target: Female: It Is For The Of Good: Mankind.” The machine advised

“Like hell it is” she responded by causing more masonry to fly at the machine

The machine parried them and drew ever closer

“You know.. your really starting to [censored] me off..” the woman was drawing breath heavily it didn’t seem to be the effort she was putting into the field but something different something within she was fighting.

“Rage: Loose Control: Become: Less Focused: Less Effective.” The machine intoned one hand shattering a brick that had nearly struck its head

“I don't DO less effective” she said as she increased the pressure the waves of force were causing.

“If you surrender now, I could spare you some rather grim cut marks on that innocent face” again Rip fangs voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once

“You Are: Humanoid: Biological: Even Time Makes: Less Efficient” the machine intoned as the rock below it gave way causing it to be pushed back several feet
“And your a piece of metal... what do you know of people.. nothing” she was breathing heavier now but the force was undiminished

“This: Unit Posses: Complete knowledge: Human Physiology” the machine supplied

Around the battlefield objects began to crack and bend under an unknown force.

“Physiology is NOT emotion or what people truly are you piece of metallic [censored]” her words came rushed between breaths a dark blue glow coming from her eyes

“Emotion: Chemical Nothing More” the machine drew closer forcing its way through the increasing pressure

“I've heard enough! Give up now or you will regret it later when we put you down with force” Rip Fangs voice came from the air again this time full of irritation

The pressure increased and objects rose from the floor only to be crushed and swirl around the woman in a flurry of dust, stone and metal.

She gasped and clutched at her head fingers tangling in her hair

“Don't loose control..” her voice was coming ragged now as if fighting some thing back with all her willpower

The pressure seemed to falter the machine staggered forward fighting a force that was no longer there

“Eugh.. I.. Can't..” her voice was laden with pain

The woman tensed up and straightened the blue light in her eyes and the pressure came no longer wave after wave but as a storm. The machine fought to maintain its place but metal strained and buckled and broke as the teeth of gears were shorn away under the force.

As sudden as the storm started it had ended there was a light thump as the woman fell from the sky onto the dirt floor of the cavern.

“She's down” Rip Fangs voice was smug as he faded back into sight “Get her to the base. Then return to the club”

The machine picked the woman up and headed deeper into the caves where a temporary teleportation systems had been set up.

As it walked it calculated if the Hates Engine would be strong enough to absorb the power she could output.

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Somewhere

Things came into focus before she had opened her eye, a cream coloured ceiling, light embedded into it safety mesh over the light itself, cool what felt to be concrete below her, room temperature low but not too low.

This, she thought, is quite obviously a cell

She raised her self up to look around felt a stiffness on her neck and reached up to feel, her fingers brushed over something gritty like a coating of fine sand paper

Blood or at least dried blood guess he got a good shot in, she thought looking around her cell.

It was meant to of been an easy case, locate workshop bust a weapons deal between the Council and Freakshow.

However she’d gotten there early and stumbled on the Council setting up a double cross, the usual taunts from the council

“No witness’s yadda yadda yadda”

She’d fought them with the best of her skill but it was something unexpected that ended the fight.
She’d slashed the team’s leader dropping him and turned to deal with the rest of the Council stragglers.
A warning had blared in her mind, she’d started to turn, her vision flashed red and then the cement floor of the filled her rapidly unfocused sight then she’d opened her eyes here.

The machine side of her mind filled her in, the team leader identified by council communications as Archon Broomheld is a Warwolf a soldier capable of turning into a powerful werewolf like creature as she’d turned he had transformed grabbed her by the head and slammed her face first into the floor.

The machine had been keeping track, Archon Broomheld had been shocked that she hadn’t been killed on impact, that fact and a desire to know more about her technology was why they hadn’t just shot her.

The machine informed her of the amount of cranial damage she had suffered and resources used to repair it.

She’d live but until her nanites repopulated themselves she’d be in trouble.

Looking round the room she let her vision shift through spectrums and began to plan.

Somewhere, The Rogue Islands

Epsilon seven was a devious program one that used the unique nature of the Unit to its advantage.

The girl had calculated, psychics would be needed for the engine, to know if some one was psychic she would have to have them read her mind, but if they read her mind they’d know of the plan.

Camouflage or a deception was needed and thus she had created the programs Epsilon seven and eight.

Epsilon seven stored the analogue form of her memories in a digital format in the parts of her brain that were now machine then it erased her organic memory and overwrote it with fake memories.

It would be these memories that a psychic would see and perhaps respond to. What they’d see was a young girl desperately in need of help, having escaped the research laboratory of the Crey corporation she and her sister were slowly loosing their minds to the shock trooper modifications they had received.

Epsilon eight was automatic and was currently searing information back into her brain Tied to locations Epsilon eight rewrote her memories and added the information gained about the new psychic target.

The target she was now waiting for.

He’d seemed human enough, pale skinned, silver haired and strangely ageless the girl didn’t care about the slight differences between a normal human and the target.

As long as the target could feel pain it would be useable in the Engine if it didn’t, then disposal of the target would occur.

Sensors warned her that something was coming, bullets slid into place and the turbines that powered her rail cannons began to spin, a quivering feeling of energy played over her skin.

“Welcome: Target” she announced

Her cape caught the wind as she turned to look for the arrival

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6003. That had been the number she was thinking of. She had asked him almost out of the blue whilst he was relaxing in Pocket D. A child, perhaps no more than 10 or 11 years old. Her visage was corrupted by machinery. Cybernetic implants and attachments littered her frame and their scars tarnished her skin. The moment he laid eyes on her he had felt a twang of pity.

She had needed a psychic, or so she claimed. As he had plucked the number from her mind, he took a cursory glance at what else resided there. A few random memories of a playful childhood and nothing more. Yet, the Primogen was cautious. There was something not quite right about the memories he saw. Maybe it was the effortless serenity they exuded, or perhaps it was that the childs residual self image seemed distorted. He couldn't put his finger on it.

She requested a rendezvous at a clandestine location. Presumably to elaborate on her motives. At least it might prove a welcome distraction for the Primogen. Of course, the possibility of a trap had been present since the moment she had requested this meeting.

DJ Zero's club has been a refuge for the Primogen. Whilst there, in that tiny pocket of existence, he could hear only voices of its patrons, rather than the billions that assaulted him out in the world. He savoured these little moments of peace. Now however, he was in the Rogue Isles. The voices were very much present. There were so many of them. They blended together to become an unending scream in his mind. Still, despite the maelstrom, he heard the clicks and whirrs of machinery. The cyborg child was waiting.

The Primogen stepped from the shadows. He was tall and slender. His pale skin seemed almost luminous in the moonlight. His silver hair was tied behind his head, revealing his ears which appeared to taper at the top. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of round rimmed sunglasses. He wore a long, exquisitely tailored black coat which fluttered slightly in the night air.
His footsteps were silent as he seemingly glided toward the cyborg child. With a rich, flowing, almost otherworldly voice, he spoke:-
"Good evening."

Cactus Brawler

The girls mind was a twisted construct, remembrance of the fantastical cathedrals of the Sul Darian empire, the blasted plains of the millennia plains and the remains of her own childhood.

She turned at the sound of Primogen was the revulsion, the hate that rose in her mind her own or echoes of scripture from a dead religion? The anti-magic preaching of priests long gone to dust

She looked at Primogen her mechanical eyes focusing in, sections of the machine and her brain plotted possible roots he would escape to and fields began to form causing a slight stir of static in the air.

She smiled though no emotion was behind it simply the plan, appear to be grateful that he has arrived, manoeuvre to a more favourable position and then subdue the target.

Humans would smile when expressing gratitude and so she smiled as stepped forward.

“Thank You. For Coming Target” with each word she spoke she took a step forward.

She counted down with each step as a feeling of malicious anticipation building within, even if the target was unsuitable for the engine it would be chance to slay another degenerate child of magic.

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The eyes of the ancient vampire remained fixed upon the cyborg child. He watched as her scarred features contorted themselves into a smile. But this smile was not one of pleasant gratitude. There was no such emotion behind it. On the contrary, the Primogen felt a surge of malice radiating from the cyborg child. A deep hatred, loud enough to eclipse most of the mental noise rampaging through his mind.

His suspicions were confirmed. He found the somewhat haphazard and woefully cliché attempt at treachery quite insulting. A deep resonating growl emanated from the Primogen, though his face remained still and calm. The beast had been stirred. He spoke once again. This time his voice carried far more power and was saturated with an unholy timbre.

"The expression 'taking life' is an odd term, don't you think? Most would consider 'taking life' to mean death, murder. But how would you define 'life'? Is it the continuing maintenance of biological functions? One can easily argue such. However I disagree. Ones 'life' resides in the memory. It is the culmination of all actions and experiences undergone by that individual. A result of choice and consequence. All that you are is everything you have ever done."

The Primogen focused upon the cyborg child. The tendrils of his mind shot forth and penetrated the vulnerable psyche of his target. They bored their way through both thought and memory, their poisonous touch dissolving synaptic connections and neural pathways.

"To truly take life is to take that away. To unravel the tapestry of memory, letting each thread fall away leaving nothing but a blank canvas, ready for a new life."

The ancient vampire grinned malevolently, watching his victims mind begin to unravel, before returning to the shadows like a spectre.

Cactus Brawler
It struck her mind like acid, dissolving at her thoughts scouring away all thought. The first to go were the thoughts closest to the surface, she lost her aim on Primogen the target recital flickered in her vision rapidly as more and more of her thoughts dissolved. With her mind no longer commanding them more and more of her systems shut down, the fields dissolved as her generators went off line. The acid ate deeper taking away longer memories the words of the tech priests and what little remained of her childhood were lost. Deeper still it continued until even the residual memories that kept a body functioning were lost.

Her breath caught, her heart stopped vision blurred she fell to the ground.

But though a human could fall so easily, the machine functioned still.

Time passed as her body cooled.

<Error: Artificial Intelligence: Destroyed. Frame Functions: In Jeopardy>

Within her body sparks leapt from component to component and gears began to turn.

<Re-establishing: Artificial Intelligence>

A stream of energy flowed through circuits created to ancient designs. Where the energy met flesh it stopped and built up. But the damn of energy didn’t build for long. Tiny machines crept through the flesh laying new beds for the energy to flow through.

<Hardware: Ready: Writing: Arch-Bishop Alonsoses: Sigma Class Soldier Script>

Flesh and machine alike had new information written into it.

<In The Name Of Sul Dar: Awakening Hardware>

Her heart began to beat, lungs brought air in and blood began to flow. As her mechanical eye lit up with a cold red glow, her human one flickered opened and tried to focus on the world but it was the machine that looked out.

“Request: Connection: Establish: Alpha Class Unit” her voice came out thick her throat sore and tortured by lack of air.

As she spoke, the machine also spoke to the air, sending a transmission for miles around.

A signal answered back a connection was established.

[Greetings Battle Unit Omega] the ‘voice’ was nothing more than code yet it carried with it a strange sense of femanity

<Enquiry: Alpha Unit: Designation Query?> the format in which the voice spoke was not how the machines scripture said it should. But the command protocols, the establishment of the connection all were correct.

[I am O.R.A.C.L.E. And you have been off line for a long time] the voice stated

<Requesting: Update: Situation>

[Very well prepare to update time line]

Lies followed through the air but to the machine they were truth.

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One thing i've been finding, recently, is that the devs have started filling in those gaps, and it's a bit worrying for people who've already tried to plug them and now have a completely different, yet well established, working for it. What happens then?

Just interested to here the replies, no offence intended.

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Well what happens is that since Issue X an alternative version of Statesman has been punching the edges of reality thus causing retcons throughout the universe.

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what if it wasn't an opinion on the rikti, and these people claimed that it was the truth.... such as a hero or villain from another planet who was attacked by the rikti as cut through the galaxy on their way to attack earth?

because... you know... i seen that in a bio before.....

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A lot of people belive nutty things in real life why would it be different in game?

A mans truth is all in his head anyway.

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An example:

Game canon says Rikti are mutated humans from another dimension.
Player A says Rikti are actual alien invaders from another galaxy; and not humans
Player B says Rikti are from the far future and are evolved humans.
Player C says Rikti don't exist in the game.

How do you reconcile such contradicting views to your OWN view of what Rikti are?

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Player C is obviously Wrong.

Player A and B are roleplaying characters without Omega level clearence or whatever Dark Watcher needs before he tells you the truth.

It's reasonable to assume said players A and B haven't discovered the truth after all there are liekly to be all sorts of theoryies about the Rikti floating around the general populas.


For example Big Foot, people belive its fake, the missing link, a form of yeti, an alien etc
Without in the real world being contacted by some secret organisation and given the truth any of the theorys could be true.

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"Easy to detect" is relative. A normal person won't be able to tell the difference unless they're using their powers... But someone either of the same species, or using weapons designed to kill them; can. And that's the point of this discussion. Ellie is a PB, she has the senses to detect another member of the same species UNLESS they're actively doing something to prevent such detection. There is plenty of game canon to indicate this is possible.

The player had nothing in their bio to indicate they were a kheldian, and nothing to indicate they were hiding that fact. Ergo, my character considered them not a kheldia



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Must ask when you have ever been attacked by a void/quantum while not using any powers at all ((including passives))?

Or to put it another way if Arakhn can just see who a peacebringer is why use voids and the council at all?

Why not just simply jump them in the streets and eat them there?

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Or to put it another way if a Kheldian was easy to detect when not using powers why use a an Army of highly Visable matching uniformed troops?


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Hence the existence of Quantum mobs. The Council have distributed these weapons freely amongst the criminal element of Paragon, so they can hunt Khelds at will. The Void troops are, IIRC, a mercenary force run by the council.

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A force run by the council so that their new boss can find lots of Kheldians to eat.

Which if they were easy to detect when in 'hiding' she wouldn't need to do, she could just sit outside a police station and wait until one goes home from a shift and eat them that way.

Rather than have a massive mercanery army that basically annouces "I'm trying to eat you little squidy!" to the entire population of Paragon city.

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I'd say that the need for an army of void hunters would be a cannon reason for it not just being a case of that perfectly normal person looks a bit peace bringery to me.

I mean why would they need mind controlled slaves to hunt them down when they could just sit in the street and follow people home?

I mean yeah if they walked around all the time with blazing light coming from their eyes then it'd be fairly obvious.

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Except that a Void Hunter (and any quantum wielding mob), instantly knows who the Kheldian is, and targets them as soon as they're in aggro range. What gives them that information? A void has a Nictus shard implanted in them, a quantum just has the gun itself (sensors possibly?). Either way. Voids and Q know instantly, so there IS canon to indicate khelds can be easily recognized.

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Or that most times you encounter Void you are actively using your super powers no?

Even if its nothing more than sprinting along you'd still be using the Kheldian energy and thus detectable.

Or to put it another way if a Kheldian was easy to detect when not using powers why use a an Army of highly Visable matching uniformed troops?

why not simply hunt them down and snack on them with out drawing attention to your actions by having a Putty Patrol?

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Take it like Superman or a DBZ character, if they were allways using whatever power supes them up then they'd cut through a urinal when ever they whent for a whizz and possibly the wall behind and several buildings.

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Hence why it took Clark forever to get jiggy with Lana.

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The Mall Rats reference Woman of Tissue, Man Of Steel stuff has been out of date for like a decade before the film came out :P

Still hate it when people bring it up though.

Superman has a forcefield that affects objects that he touches, hence people not being incinerated when he flys with Superspeed while holding them and why he doesn't just pierce though heavy stuff when he lifts it.

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This is just a personal theory, but wouldn't a peacebringer/warshades energy be supressed when its in a host, a kinda hide from the things that eat me/ stick me in a starship as fuel ability?

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As there is no canon to indicate something like this in either direction; the simplest presumption would be no, unless the player has something in their bio to tell other players this.

It's this basis that Ellie's ability to sense other kheldians is based. Unless they're doing something to suppress their energy signature, she knows what they are. Just like her sense of smell will allow her to breach someones secret identity, IF she meets them in both hero garb and civilian, and IF they're not doing something to mask their scent (When Nevermore found out, he was NOT amused and next day was wearing a pheremone masking device ). She never lets on that she knows though.

However, her senses ARE listed in her bio, so people can let me know if she can't sense things about them.

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I'd say that the need for an army of void hunters would be a cannon reason for it not just being a case of that perfectly normal person looks a bit peace bringery to me.

I mean why would they need mind controlled slaves to hunt them down when they could just sit in the street and follow people home?

I mean yeah if they walked around all the time with blazing light coming from their eyes then it'd be fairly obvious.

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not really, the PB is the combination of a human and a Keldian. All their powers steam from using that energy, which doesn't seem very suppressed to me.

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And when they aren't using their powers? when they are sleeping, having a drink with friends, using the bathroom?

Take it like Superman or a DBZ character, if they were allways using whatever power supes them up then they'd cut through a urinal when ever they whent for a whizz and possibly the wall behind and several buildings.

This is just a personal theory, but wouldn't a peacebringer/warshades energy be supressed when its in a host, a kinda hide from the things that eat me/ stick me in a starship as fuel ability?

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as you said earlier. there isn't a huge amount of Cannon, what there is available on the Main game site for free, and really shouldn't take more than a hour to get though.

what stuff there is in the game from stuff like the Keldian arcs is (in my opinion) OK not to know. I mean that's sort of the point of that stuff is not to know it till you encounter it.

But saying know stuff like "Nemesis tryed to take over the US after the second world war" is incredibly unlikely unless your character has never been educated at all.

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Technicaly he did try and take over after the second world war, seeing as he keeps trying to do so.

Easy unwillingg host fudge.

Whatever it is within a person/sentient being that blocks possesion is weakened during a traumatic experience.
While a stronger willed person may block the poessesion easily, some one with a weaker will may simply be too scared/trauamtised by seeing a space squid that they are unable to resist the invasion.

Hmmm y'know every power set in the game can be explained by sufficent use of psycho or tele kenisis.

Every power even bows and arrows!