Lord_Qel_Thyr

A Short Story: A Moment Out of Line

(This story isn’t set yet at a fixed chronological time, and as such the events in it are not relying on any other major stories written by myself or others… much. also i havent really checked it over that much so expect mistakes in spelling, context and grammer, it also happens to be 7 in the morning )

The Precision Ranger base was sparsely populated due to the recent increased activity in the Rogue Isles. More and more mission requests were coming in every day and even with the entire 1AT working at full capacity, the missions were not decreasing in frequency. Genergy sat in the control room, empathically communicating with the base computer, monitoring all the incoming messages and relaying them to the appropriate teams. Devidose materialised out of the base teleported covered in slime, closely followed by Blapper, who was in a much cleaner state.

Devidose pulled off his helmet, throwing it towards a desk, “Would it have been to much to ask to let me get clear before you nuked those Hydra men?”

Blapper walked by Devidose to the control room, “Hey, it worked didn’t it? Gen, you got anything for us?”

Genergy’s eyes opened, glowing blue, “Sort of, a coded message for Devi just came in. Apparently there is some large creature in a cave and the locals want it investigated.”

Devidose disappeared into the storage room, his voice trailing away slightly, “Got to love those locals, always being vague. What I don’t get is why they asked for me.” Coming out of the storage room, Devidose adjusted the breastplate and hood on his secondary battle suit.

“Doesn’t say. Perhaps the locals have heard of the work you and Blapper have recently been doing and know that the two of you can help?”

Devidose, Blapper and Genergy all looked at each other, Genergy raised an eyebrow, Blapper grinned and Devidose sighed as they all spoke together, “Trap…”

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North of Talos, Devidose and Blapper stood outside a boarded entrance to a cave.

“Why is it always a cave? Or an underground lab, or a top secret bunker? Why can it not for once be somewhere open that you can see what’s awaiting you?” Devidose kicked a rock as they readied to enter.

Blapper turned to him, smirking slightly, “You mean like last week in PI when that Zeus Titan chased you from Portal Corps to the ferry?”

Devidose glared back, “Ok fine, but that’s not the best of examples. You’ve done your share of stupid things, or do you want me to bring up the BP Totem again?” Blapper remained silent. “Exactly, now, shall we go in, or knock?”, Devidose grinned slightly as he finished until Blapper smashed the entrance to the cave in a single punch, “Well, that works too I guess…”

Entering the cave the two began to move deeper into the underground network of tunnels that was spread out underneath Paragon City. At a fork in the labyrinth the two split, “Ok, I’ll go left, you wanna take the right?”

Blapper nodded in agreement before saying “Keep comms running, if something happens, mention it.”

Devidose coyly replied, “Likewise, and will do” as the two moved off down their separate paths.

Devidose stirred as he walked down the tunnel, the faint hum of the T3 feeding data to the suits processors was all but masked by the cloaking device as he silently moved deeper in the tunnels.

“So remind me again why we are here if we’re sure its going to be a trap?”

“Because Gen and myself want to know why someone would want to target and trap a ranger. Considering it’s you, I would have thought you would be more concerned.”

“Hmm, I guess I am concerned, but unfortunately I’m also pretty positive that I know who it is… again…”

Silence filled the caves and comms feed.

“LQT?” came the reply eventually.

“In all likelihood, yeah.”

“Why is it he wants you dead again?”

“Meh, something about him wanting to prove he’s the better or stronger of the two of us. It’s kinda the same deal with Mirtae and Lord Morbis.”

“You’re family doesn’t have the best of luck with alternate selves do you?”

“Well, only LQT is an alt. Morbis turns out to be a clone, yet another pet project from the wonderful people at Crey Industries. Thing is, they wanted someone with his raw talent at technology so they used the Revenant Project tech to create Morbis. As far as I understand it, they tweaked Morbis’ mind to be less ethically motivated. As a result he was fine with developing new weapons systems for them. What wasn’t considered was he would turn on Crey, which he did, and took all his work with him. He teamed up with LQT and they’ve been coming after my family ever since.”

“That doesn’t sound good”

“No, to be honest, only my sister is the real safe one out there at the moment.”

“You have a sister? Since when, and how come you never mention her?”

“That’s a different story, trust me, they way it goes, it sounds like… chains…”

“Chains? How does that one work?”

“No, I mean, I hear chains. Nearby.”

“On my way. Have you got a visual yet?”

“No, the T3 is having difficulty, I think there’s a dampening field up. Let me see if I can narrow down the scans. It’s possible that -”

A loud crash came across the comms.

Blapper’s blue eyes glowed brighter as the comms fell silent, “Devi! Devidose, you there? Respond!” Blapper sprinted back down the cave to where Devidose was.

Devidose turned a corner, just in time to see a large fist wrapped in chains approaching his face. The punch caught him off guard and Devi fell to the floor, his vision dazed. Stumbling to his feet he saw a large masked creature approaching and launched a blast of fire at it. The blast exploded in the creatures face, stopping it for a moment before it grinned and started running.

“Aw [censored], not smart…”

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Blapper turned the next corner while trying to contact Devidose and the PR base to no avail. Turning the last corner he came to see a huge man holding Devidose by the head. Blood was streaming down Devi’s face, the result of several strikes from the chains on the man’s fists.
“Put him down and tell me who you are before I drop you…”, Blapper’s hands began to glow.

The man dropped Devidose to the floor and grinned, “Chainfist…” Suddenly he sprinted at Blapper and began throwing strikes. Blapper jumped back as Chainfist brought both his hands down, smashing the floor. Blapper countered by thrusting a charged fist into Chainfist’s face, but Chainfist took the strike and continued attacking. The two continued to brawl, missed strikes connecting with surrounding terrain, demolishing it. Although Blapper was scoring more hits in the fight, Chainfist was apparently gaining strength with every hit dealt and received.

Briefly stepping back, Blapper maintained his guard, “What are you? Why are you doing this?”

Chainfist grinned again, “Lord ordered me to smash the puny man. You I can smash for fun. I get stronger with every punch, every hit. You’re foolish to fight me!”

Blapper smirked, “Really? I think you’re the fool here. It appears that your “Lord” didn’t mention something to you.”

“And what would that be?”

A voice came from behind Chainfist, “I hit hardest when I’m hurt!”, turning round he saw Devidose clasping a sphere of fire just long enough as it was released as a streaming arc of flame at Chainfist’s face. The bolt caught Chainfist hard, knocking him back into the tunnel wall. Blapper moved over to Devidose and helped him up. “It seems your boss forgot to mention that Chainfist…”, Devidose clutched his sides as he stood.

“No, I didn’t forget, I just decided not to mention it at the time”, the voice rang out through the cave as suddenly Devidose and Blapper were hit with an energy siphon wave. Collapsing to the ground they looked up as an armoured figure emerged from the shadows, the drained energies arcing around his raised left hand. Gesturing his hand at Chainfist, the energies arced towards the fallen behemoth and renewed the fallen brute.
“Rise Chainfist. Rise so that you may continue to serve me.”
As Chainfist stood, the figures face became visible. Scarring from electrical and fire based burns covered parts of the face as two cold eyes watched his fallen combatant rise. Lord Qel-Thyr walked over to the immobilised bodies of the two Precision Rangers.
“You see Devidose, you never will win against me. And Blapper, Chainfist here seems eager to resume your little dance, but my point has been made and this charade has gone on long enough. Remember this moment, this day that I could have killed you, and that now you are loving on borrowed time. Instead, for now I shall let you go, so you may contemplate our next meetings. Be assured, it won’t be as pleasurable.” Qel-Thyr activated a comms device, “Morbis? Deactivate the Mediport jammer, we have some guests that are leaving” Qel-Thyr looked down at Devidose sneering as he blurred out of vision as the teleported beacon in his ID activated, taking him away to the base.

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Devidose sat up in the bed, regretting his movements as the pain from his sides reminded him of his encounter with Chainfist. He looked around the Medibay and saw Blapper sitting upright on an adjacent bed, and Genergy and Frozen Rogue standing at the bottom of his own bed.

Rogue looked down at Devidose, “Everything alright? You were both out of comms for a while there. We were about to dispatch a scouting party to come and find you, that is until you teleported in injured. Blapper is nearer full health thanks to the cybernetic implants he has powering him, but you will need some good old fashion rest, with some additional assistance. So, what happened out there?

“Well, I can tell you that my alternate self really doesn’t like me Frogue,” Rogue frowned at Devi’s nickname, “Err, I mean sir! Lord Qel-Thyr appears to have set the whole thing up in a show of his new muscle; Chainfist. I can give you a full debrief once I feel better, I think Chainfist broke a few of my ribs…”

Rogue grinned, “Don’t worry about that, you will be feeling better sooner than u think. We called the SNHS and they’re sending over someone to help.”

A voice came booming down the hall as a tall muscular man wearing nothing but a mask and speedos entered, “Alright! Who needs some EXTREME HEALING!!!”

Devidose sighed, “Aw man Jum, put some clothes on!” ( )

BIG GRATZ!!!!!!1!! !!!1 1!!!!FOUR!!!!

GRTZ!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!ONE!!!THREE"!!!!¬

and here is the pic pf the moment!

Rocky dings 50!!! (again)

Well done naked healer man!!! shame i couldnt be there to watch it but as always im busy on mondays and thursdays

So, next 1AT member to ding 50 should be Double with Double Light, right? anyone got an update on how thats going?

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“Thanks Sun Beam, this is really a great honour. Thankyou.” He cleared his throat, adopting his stern, “bad cop” face. “As my first official action I’m delegating all my armoury shifts to Beet and Devi.”


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*groan*...

serious tho, good story, now to get back to me shift

Well done Blaps, im only 6 lvls behind u now on my 1st toon, and i still remember doing the Synapse TF where i was exemped and u were actually doing it!

being a fire blaster and Trivium being one of my fav bands my nuke bind is

"From embers to INFERNO!!!"

that or my new suicide run which is my SJing up above the mob, pressing my DFA macro and coming down into the middle of the mob shouting "DEATH FROM ABOVE!!!", hopefully nuking as a land and b4 i get whapped

same here with my Fire/Kin corruptor, i can solo fine, the end costs arent really that hard, just plan out your moves, dont execute all your moves in such a short space of time as to that you use so much endurance, get stamina, and when u hit lvl 35, definetly get transference.

i found soloing my fire/kin corruptor alot easier than soloing my fire/dev blaster, the powers are easrier as there is the self heal, the dmg buffs, etc, and i love it!!!

atlas can cut into instances also, i remember back in the early days of cov being able to select Mercy Island 1 or Mercy Island 2

it just depends how many ppl show up

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Nope, sorry to say.

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How do you know? you cant get to level 50 on villains yet

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not having been related to this thread atm, but still my reply from a perspective

tou-che....

typing it up now, 5 sides of A4 notebook, halfway thru 1st page. part 1 was just under 2 sides of A4, so the next one will be longer.

hmm, i suppose i could type up part 2 while waiting for the patch...

erm, i woke up at 11 pm, ive been awake for little under 7 hours now, i was bored and thought i would finally get around to posting part 1 seeing as how its been typed up for the past 2 weeks

and thx

now to wait for this patch to hurry up...

the origin is 5 parts long, ive done 1 and 2, need to type up 2 still, and i kno how its to play out, all i need to do is stop playing so much and start writing again...

ive got Pyriae ready for this one, even with clockwork spanking temp powers...

if you've still got a space i'll join you.

Origins Part 1: Baptism of Fire

Flames burned around the floor, the heat hit hard, sweat dripped down David’s face. He tried to move away from the fires, but every step away seemed to aggravate the flames more as if they were reacting to his very movements. Suddenly the fires lurched at David, all of them consuming him. He opened his mouth to scream but only felt the heat burning down his throat. The flames became more intense, the pain built until David could take it no more. He screamed out past the fires, past the burning, past the pain and everything went black.
David sat up, feeling his throat with one hand, no pain. His other hand felt the bed sheets under him, soaked with sweat, “A dream, “ he murmured, “only a dream…again. This one was so intense this time.”
He fell back the bed. Fumbling in the dark with his right hand he searched for the desk lamp, nothing there. He sat up again, both hands searching but still no lamp. His hand nudged something in the dark. It felt warm to the touch, but with no definitive shape, like melted plastic. Then the smell hit him. He could smell burning, lots of burning. He quickly got up on his bed trying to see anything. Several smell orange glows were scattered around his room. Straining his night vision he placed them at being at or near objects in the room, a chair, the cupboard, the chest of drawers. He stumbled off the bed towards the main light switch. Pressing it, he expectantly turned to examine the room, still dark. He tried the button again, and again, still dark. He reached for the door, the handle feeling strangely warm. Pulling the door open he was confronted by his fellow flatmates, all standing with looks of shock, curiosity and concern.

One piped up, “Are you ok? We heard something, but its sounded unlikely as to what it could have been”
David looked back, slightly perplexed, “Erm, I had a somewhat intense bad dream. The fires again. It’s nothing to worry about though.”

“Em, Dave? Are you sure you’re alright? Have you looked in the mirror recently?

Again David looked at his friends with a degree of confusion, “not recently, my lights aren’t working, think the bulbs have gone. I’ll use the shower room one thought for now.”
His flatmates parted, forming a short path to the shower room. David pressed the light switch outside the door, the lights coming on inside the room.

Thinking to himself he looked at the lights with curiosity, “Strange, must just be my room’s lights”

He walked over to the sink, and peered into the mirror, gasping slightly at what he saw. Apart from the standard horror of bed hair, he was filthy. His face was blackened as if by soot from a fireplace. He rubbed at his face, not necessarily making any improvement, but slightly revealing his clear skin underneath. As he went to reach for the tap, a voice called to him from the hallway.

“David? I think you should come and see this”

turning for the door he saw that his whole body was covered in blackened soot, his arms, legs, chest and underwear. As he left the room, he hit the light switching turning off the light. His flatmates were crowded around his door, looking inside.

Sighing somewhat forcefully, he spoke with a twist of sarcasm that he often imparted on most of the things he said, “Look guys, I know it’s a mess, but gimme a break ok? I’ve been busy these past few weeks.” They didn’t turn to acknowledge him.

“No Dave, not that, something… else”

David briefly went over in his mind what could possibly be so interesting. Walking over to the doorway, he looked in, the light from the hallway illuminating the inside of his room. For the second time since getting up he gasped. His room had been destroyed, it was all ash. Practically everything in his room had been incinerated.

One of his flatmates turned to him, “What kind of dream did you have?”

I CALL A FIRE BLASTER!!!

might be a ranger thing,

Cough

omg...

im sry, but if i saw "The Hoff" flying over me, i'd shoot him down...

2 stories, lol, we wish, hes writing at least 3 that i kno of...

its going well, altho u forgot to mention u aggroing everything btw GG and where ur apartment ended up being.

looking forward to the future exploits of the noob, er... i mean hero Shimmer

Said it already, liked it alot, and the brute itself is good to watch smash. st those higher lvls, its gonna be carnage, epsacially with me using Lord Qel-Thyr to give you all those dmg buffs...