As he sped closer, Pain Clutch may have noticed this reptilian didn't exactly have scales, the hide just a deep-green, somewhat fibrous texture. Of course, he may just as well not have noticed this at all.
The creature, however, had undoubtedly noticed him - and by the way its eyes seemed to drill right through with a critically analyzing gaze, it didn't seem the being was surprised at his appearance.
However, it did not react just yet, waiting to see what he was actually up to.
The mechanoid did the same with Gentle Fist, turning its crimson lenses towards her in a mustering fashion, but this seemed to be the limit of its current reaction. The other machine didn't even move, and so it was a fair guess that what one of them saw, the other saw just as well.
Hurt Machine, however, may have been heading straight for disaster. Though there weren't any visible signs (such as a red-hot glow or anything), the outer hull of the geo ship was still nearly as hot as the magma pool its lower half sat in right now.
Landing on the thing would be something close to making contact with the molten rock itself...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Gentle Fist appeared next to the mechanoid and swung with her cyber hand down in an arc toward the lenses of the droid.
Pain sped toward the ramp, in an effort to blow directly toward the lizard and spin into a kick.
When Hurt Machine landed, his mechanical feet smoldered a bit as the dust and debris burned off, and his cyber legs propelled him toward the interior of the ship. He tried to avoid the reptile and make his way up the ramp quickly.
The magic which grabbed him up held him in crushing force. He yelped, and the Eye yelped with him as ribs creaked and snapped. The Avatar was angry, the Eye mused in thought, and Dennis slid along that thought and agreed.
If we cannot burn the human out of the vessel, we shall just tear it out. Even as this was said, bones were straining to rejoin against the vice like clutch.
"Oh [censored]." That was purely Dennis.
As he plunged into the vertical tunnel, the Eye mused, You are about to see something interesting, Vessel of the Eye of Mu. Something no human has ever seen, and lived. The Avatar of Mu is trying to scourge you from me. It was chuckling at him, and it's thought that it also was interested to see the result, made Dennis angry. It was waiting casually, watching the cruel experiment of its ally, to see if Dennis would be emptied, like a young sociopathic child waiting to see what would happen as the focus of its magnifying glass narrowed a beam of sunlight over an insect.
The problem was though, that as the Eye mused about what was to come, it showed Dennis plainly., beforehand, and its own casual attitude emboldened the human fused to it. It was eager for him to be vacuumed out of his own body.
The abrupt submersion caused Dennis to clamp his mouth shut, but the Eye disregarded the minuscule air he'd had time to trap in his lungs as unimportant. Dennis sneered, and opened his mouth. The agony of water rushing in was brief, and didn't interrupt his consciousness. "Now, I know how it feels to drown, too," he thought aloud.
There will be alot more to this to learn of than drowning, the Eye retorted.
The invisible giant's fist paused then, and the gate opened.
As the unwinking eye of Leviathan yawned open and saw them, Dennis gaped. The red of his eyes lit the framing skin of the impossible orb down here in a lightless world and the pupil contracted against the intruder.
From the depthless hole of it poured an intelligence ancient and twisted. Within this creature, alive at the beginning of Life, swirled both knowledge of an impossible march of days, sights unholy, and the screaming souls of all it had ever consumed. It's soul was a crystal lattice within which lessers were trapped forever, never free. And they knew.
Dennis would be lost within that trap, but the Eye acted as an unwilling anchor. It was decidedly unpleased that Dennis was able to survive, and that it itself had somehow become a victim of this parasite, yet it understood that this was what it had intended, only in reverse, with Dennis. It understood the irony. Its alien intelligence however, did NOT appreciate in the same way.
Dennis was being buffeted in the wind of the Leviathan's gaze, yet, he remained. Eventually, the Eye realized this was just a fruitless exercise, and that Dennis might learn things he really, really shouldn't. This thought perked Dennis' interest, but it was ended before anything could come of it.
The Eye spoke into the water.
Return to sleep, Dweller of the Abyss Who Lived Since the First Day. Soon the land you covet will be yours, but on that day, we will feast on your flesh and your skin serve us as our covering. So it will be. Sleep!
In the red murk, the eye lidded, and was again as a rock wall with no seam or break. The invisible fist yanked Dennis away.
As his feet set down on the summoning room floor, he opened his mouth. Water and vile blind creatures he'd swallowed poured out. Seeing the horrid writhing things, Dennis put his foot down on them, then glared up at the Avatar with all the defiance he could muster.
He stole the words the Eye had given him. "I've seen it! I've seen the Dweller of the Abyss that's been alive since the First Day! And I still live! Yeah, what! Still alive!" he was shouting into a nearly silent chamber. His fists clenched at these things that wanted to toy with him, wanted his soul destroyed, wanted to steal the most precious thing, and kill him in the most inhumanly personal way. The veins stood out on his neck. He wished beyond wishing that he could unleash the horror in his eyes on them, but he and the Eye were realizing that this full power was muddled, with their joining. He would need to practice it, hone it, to sharpen it once more.
He was a small, scrawny, unwashed human, a piteous sight before the amassed Lacerta, but he had the floor, for the moment. He also had no idea of what really lay in store for him.
"I am the [blanking] Vessel of the Eye of Mu! The thing in the Abyss sleeps at my command! So you will show me respect!" He paused. "And get me some damned food! NOW!"
Gentle Fist's arm impacted something alright, but it wasn't the mechanoid's head. A solid barrier of energies flare dup in a pale blue as she made contact, dispersing the force of impact effortlessly.
The barrier had been there all along - it just hadn't been visible, the standard wavelengths it operated under not within the visible spectrum, as well as a small band on either side of it. The forceful impact, however, had caused a disturbance in the field that expressed itself in the form of the blue luminescence.
The machine it protected, however, seemed to have taken offense to the strike. Reacting with mechanical speed and precision, both it and its counterpart brandished their weapon arms and opened fire with heavy paralyzers...
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The reptilian seemed indecisive for a moment, but as Pain Clutch kept coming, his eyes narrowed, and he reacted to what seemed an obvious attack. He stretched a clawed hand toward the armorsuited man, the open palm facing towards him, and Pain's kick went into a barrier just like the one Fist had encountered, the air flaring up in a pale blue as his foot struck the field.
"Who...?" was all he had time to say before the contact, and afterwards things happened too fat to say anything else.
The creature had reacted too late, having neglected to affirm his footing in the moments of hesitation. The heavy armorsuit packed more than enough force behind a horizontal kick to knock the reptilian over and back, sending him right over the edge of the ramp.
With a great splash, the being disappeared into the magma pool...
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Hurt Machine didn't get far, the space inside the geo ship obscenely cramped with the cargo it had carried up here. the interior resembled a troop transport, and in a sense, the ship was being just that.
Stacked in rows upon the walls, atop and behind one another, the larger assault models standing on the floor, were robots.
Lots.
And lots.
Of robots.
They were active - every last one of them. The crimson glow of their optical sensors made this all too obvious.
And the lead assault bot seemed to have taken note of the cyborg, advancing towards him with deceptively slow, lumbering steps...
((Since you misunderstood me last time, just assume the paralyzers are the regular red laser things the robots fire in-game, with the exception of invisibility - they don't 'stun' people, they'll just KO them.))
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The Avatar stared at the mammal for a moment, assessing whether or not his ritual had been a failure. Hopefully, the champion would not be so
disappointing.
Get him some food. The Avatar waved at Cold Heart and Flame of Mu, and Flame moved to the Eye. With one spell he dried off the Eye and then walked in front of him toward the Technocracy hall.
There will be food suitable for humanity in here, since you didnt find the Leviathans delicacies to your liking. He led the Eye into an area where Overstrike and Professor Eviella were working on their droids. The two, stunningly beautiful women were of great contrast to each other. One in clothing that was revealing of her voluptuous form and the other in stylish but far more demure clothing, and partially covered in grease from working.
Past Force Tech, who was stalking past to give his report to the Avatar to the main bench and a computer to unload supplies as required. A small sample box was heated up and released from the table through a square slot that opened up suddenly, loosing a puff of steam. Flame picked up the black container and opened it. It contained a hot hamburger and French fries. He pushed the container toward the Eye. I trust this will be to your liking, mammal.
[[Ah, I thought it was a hold, not a regular attack. Nonetheless, I dont think it was inappropriate for him to be slowed down some by it. Shield still feels pain.]]
Gentle fell backward and teleported behind cover rapidly. Shed taken a beating in just a few seconds and felt the need to warn the group. OUCH!!! She took a knee behind a small statue, hoping that the machines didnt stray from the ramp.
Pain leaned forward to look into the magma. Huh.
Hurt Machine smiled and charged toward the nearest panel on the vessel, determined to do some damage before the creatures took him down. He activated all his personal shielding and set his beacon to auto.
Dennis wasn't sure if the Lacerta was being cheeky with him, or not. He followed, nonetheless. What the reptile-man said made him realise the horrid taste left behind when he choked up the squirming things that had tried taking up residence in his gullet, courtesy of the Leviathan's cave. He spat several times.
It occured to him that some of the Eye's casual disregard for many human things was rubbing off on him. Though dry, he walked naked into the lab, and resisted the urge to cover himself in front of the two human women. Or the merc type who seemed on an important errand. The food pouch made his stomach grumble, and he wolfed the items down hot. Hunched over his meal in an almost feral way, still chewing, he took in what he could, then looked at Flame. He was trying to maintain whatever momentary authority his demonstration might have granted him as he asked, "Seems like alot going on down here. What are your plans, exactly? Who are these women, what are they doing?"
Gentle Fist's plan did not come to fruition. The mechanoids took up pursuit quickly, the barrels of their weapon arms swiveling towards her even as they still advanced.
While solid matter could stop paralyzer fire, there had to be enough of it to dissipate the entire bolt, generally a few meters of solid object.
Most likely, a small statue did not qualify to do this. It might, however, lessen the effects of a potential impact. Of course, it didn't take overly keen powers of observation to see the robots were going to fire despite the statue - so either their programming was lacking severely, or they had good reason to do so anyway...
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A clawed hand burst from the molten rock without warning, magma sheeting off the deep-green hide like water. An arm covered in the black sleeve of a jacket followed, the clawed fingers clasping onto the edge of the ramp.
Something that could only be described as the barrel of a high-caliber rifle followed, ripples of heat in the air dancing almost poetically about the sci-fi looking weapon. The thing advanced towards Pain's face, the gesture of 'don't move or I shoot' more than blatantly obvious...
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If the assault bot was at all confused by the cyborg attacking a panel of the hull plating instead of the mechanoid, it certainly didn't show it.
Because it was essentially blocking the forces behind it from disembarking, however, the corridor the wall-stacked mechanoids left only about as wide as said assault bot, it had to move if the others should be able to fire as well.
And the only way to move was forward.
Through Pain Clutch.
The mechanoid advanced swiftly, one of its cannon arms roaring upwards from the floor like a hockey stick, attempting to bash the cyborg back out of the ship in a projectile arc...
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Our plans, exactly? Return the old gods to power. Allow them to bring order to the universe again. Those females are repairing and upgrading their droids. They serve the Dark God right now, because it serves their purpose to do so. Flame had a suddenly bemused look on his face. Would you like to see what you have helped bring about? Why, of course you would, you have the arrogance and ego of a human.
Flame cast a spell on the eye, and even if Dennis wanted to resist, the Eye would not let him. It provided a back door for the magic to travel through, like the Germans driving around the Maginot line.
Soon they found themselves swimming in the darkest water. Then they could feel cold impressions on their skin. Coins, or metal disks of some sort. Soon there was a will. A will to rise from the deepest depths and move up. This will required that they stop, and move their tentacles now and again, to change the way the pressure sat on them.
Wait
what? Tentacles? Dennis thought.
The blinding light of day lit up the entire upper ocean, as they approached the surface, and a small boat. But the water could smell blood, the blood of a little, human boy. A little human boy pinned to the reef. And in that one glorious moment of breaking the surface, there was nothing but the pure joy of eating. The screams meant nothing, those were just the noises animals made when you ate them. The blood was scalding hot across his teeth and lips, but the pain was well worth the reward. And after being made lighter by the fellow reptilian creatures swimming nearby, but away from the mouth, they descended. The dark began to overtake them, and the cold returned.
Fist stood up, not having fully recovered from the first few bolts and teleported to a spot she could see. Before she did, she was hit several times by the firing droids and when she arrived, she did some teleporting of a different kind.
Pain Clutch shook his finger at the reptile man. You shouldnt ought to play with itty bitty guns like that. Now wheres your mommy? With that he supersped into the lava to try to deliver another punch.
The heat was so intense that his armor couldnt completely compensate, and he was starting to take damage just from standing where he was, combat not withstanding. He would have to make short work of this creature if he hoped to win. Of course, he would also have to not get shot.
Hurt Machine took the piece of panel and hurled it at the first droid, grabbing and ripping at wires or anything that looked like a junction box or control panel and tossing it. Once he felt there was little else left to do to damage the ship, he waded into the droids, determined to take advantage of the bottleneck for as long as he could. He was tough, the bolts certainly didnt put him down easily, but they started to take their toll.
Standing in magma was quite difficult. It was a liquid, after all.
The molten rock gave way easily, sucking Pain Clutch under as he threw himself upon the rifle. He felt the length of the barrel shudder its report against his side, but whatever it had fired had gone wide, his abdomen no longer in front of the mouth.
The molten rock's terrible viscosity slowed his punch to a crawl, the clawed finger of a certain hand easily closing around his fist and tearing him down further into the magma.
Something wrapped about his left leg too with horrid speed, and if he could see at all in the molten rock, Pain Clutch would notice it was the reptilian's tail, assisting the hand in dragging him under, the free hand casually returning the rifle to its holster on the creature's back, as if there was nothing more natural for the being than to be submerged in red-hot magma.
He may also have noticed, however, that the lips of the toothy mouth were sealed tight, as were the nostrils at the front of the reptilian's head. Apparently, the creature still couldn't breathe the liquid rock, but it was most definitely capable of skirting about in the gooey magma as a fish in water.
The barrel of the rifle aimed for him again as he sank deeper and deeper, a click undulating its way through the liquid rock, which he could only guess came from the weapon...
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((Actually only the assault bot has made a move so far - it's frame and shield are blocking the bots behind it from firing, and it takes up just about the whole corridor. 
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The panel didn't come off easily, but it did finally give. However, there were no wires underneath it. There were no control panels down there either - those were in the cockpit above the nose, and to get there Hurt Machine would have to make it past quite a few angry-looking mechanoids.
As well as the ship itself, apparently.
The moment he'd torn the panel loose, what lay beneath it whirred to life - a dual-barreled turret that somewhat resembled Malta bio-feedback guns, also known as Sapp Sticks.
On the opposite wall from the entrance, another panel slid away to reveal a second such turret, and then they tried to lay into him with great accuracy (they weren't stupid enough to catch anything friendly in their crossfire either), as the hulking assault bot tried to once again smack him right out of the ship with a swipe from its left cannon arm...
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Pain clutch lost consciousness from the heat and exertion, his teleportation beacon kicking off just a second before he blacked out, as it was being melted by the lava. He had just enough time to say, "I almost had him..." to the attendant before collapsing.
Hurt wasn't doing any better. Rounds bouncing off of him and a huge machine trying to tear him free from the deck plating, that his feet were grabbing on to automatically. Truth be told, he would have rather been thrown, but as it was he was still standing on the plating when enough rounds and smashes penetrated his shielding that he, too, succumb and disappeared in a flash.
The Circle of Thorns had paid the mercenaries for a service, and they had provided it. The cavern was aware of this new threat, and moved to block off tunnels that would lead it to them. Further, they would be aware of the tunneling capabilities of the vessel, though it wasn't likely that the mage would share this knowledge with his peers. Better for him if the ship tunneled up under some other mage's area and started making trouble. In the meantime, he activated a couple portals and spammed the area with behemoths and spirits to make it inconvenient to travel there.
These were not the foes he was looking for, but they proved to be annoying nonetheless.
Rather shocked by the sudden disappearance of his would-be assassin, the reptilian propelled himself back to the surface of the magma pool, clawed hands grasping the edge of the ramp already within reach of the assault bot that now came down the metallic bridge.
"Dammit, I already had a bath today! What's the big idea?!" the creature growled, now in fluent English, but found no one around to listen anymore.
"I don't care if it was technically a shower," he continued to grumble to an unseen and unheard conversationalist as he shook quickly hardening rocks as well as small gobs of magma from his clothing, "you get the idea. And now I've got rocks in my boots. I hate rocks in my boots."
As he sat down on the ramp to free the wear of his clawed feet from the hardened magma in the form of igneous pebbles, the reptilian also turned to the assault bot, "Alright boys, looks like they know we're here. So stealth mode, make sure you're not discovered. I'm fairly sure these yahoos won't leave if I ask them to, but on the odd chance that they do, I'd rather not show up with an army right then and there."
"Understood." the mechanoid replied monotonously in its mechanical tone, and not a moment later became completely invisible in the entire electromagnetic spectrum.
Sure, things like sonic means or a measure of the spatial disturbances its mass caused (gravity) could still reveal it even through its cloak of dark matter, along with a few other things, but things that relied upon any sort of EM output (visible light, thermal, gamma, etc...) didn't stand a chance anymore.
The reptilian himself stepped to the edge of the chamber once he'd placed his boots back on, returning his heavy-looking rifle to the holster on his back as well.
"Alright Big M, where do I go?" he dialogued on with the person what wasn't there, even as his outline grew semi-transparent, followed by the creature stepping right into the wall...
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Leaf Ellison stood on the bow of the Ferry as it headed toward Talos Island. He desperately wanted to put Whitedock behind him, where it wouldnt haunt his mind. The rain started to come down something fierce and he heard one of the crew behind him yelling at him to come in.
Get out of the rain! Youre the last one out there! Its not safe!, But Leaf just waved him off. Hed seen rain before, and a ferry is a lot stronger than the fishing vessels hed crossed oceans with before. It would take a lot more than a little rain and some wind to scare old Leaf.
He heard the door shut, and half looked back to see if the crewman was still looming. He saw a figure standing behind him, and looked straight ahead. Im not coming in, young one, so just pilot the boat.
I like the rain. The voice behind him didnt sound like a young man, shouting against the noise of the downpour on the water or the rolling of the waves against the ferry, it sounded like the water itself were standing behind him, having a conversation with him. His knuckles went white on the railing, as he found himself gripping it.
Leaf slowly turned over his shoulder and looked back at the hooded stranger. He could see that the man was wearing a jacket and jeans, but had strange, black, reptilian feet where his boots should be. Because of the rain clouds, he couldnt make out the face under the hood entirely, but what he did see suggested something other than human.
Mr Ellison turned away, and looked out at the rolling waves. The voice behind him spoke again. Youre leaving Whitedock?
Yes, I am. He tried to steel his voice enough to educate the creature on how he would not be intimidated. It was he who got the education, on exactly how intimidated he was, as it came out barely better than the dying words of an extremely old man.
Not going back. The voice was devoid of human inflection, making it impossible for Leaf to tell whether it was asking or telling. Either way
No, Im not. Leaf started to tremble now, his hands frozen by fear to the metal railing. Are you here to kill me? Theyll see if you do. Theyll see, and theyll start asking around.
You are mistaken. There is not you and I out here. Only one of us is out here. Seconds later there was a splash in the ocean near the ferry, and the overboard siren rang out. From under the water you couldnt hear the sound of the siren over the rapidly approaching screws.
The ferry was met on Talos by the fire department. They took a report as people disembarked. No body was ever found.
This didnt do anything to improve Leaf Ellisons credibility, as he continued to swear that there was another man on the deck with him who fell into the water. In the end, they gave him a mild sedative and released him from the hospital on the promise that hed see someone about the incident. Only a mild brush with insanity was an incredibly lucky outcome. Things could have been much worse for him, and he knew it.
But it was a little boy.
Consider the cow. It's flesh was just as tasty.
But, it was a little boy.
Each day, thousands of cattle wander under the weapons of those who would eat them. They bellow and they die. Their flesh is needed. In fact, they would not be alive if there was no need for their flesh. They are born on purpose, and that purpose is to be consumed. If the farms were not there they would never know life, and that life would never succor those who eat them. This is in the nature of all things.
But...
The sandwich, it was delicious, was it not?
Yes.
And your body craved it, and it satisfied, did it not?
Yes.
And was that not the same thing you felt in the vision?
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That child was born to be eaten. That island is a farm, though the cattle upon it do not know it. Their matings are guided by unseen hands, and the lives chosen to feed the farmers go to the fate they are given. The farmers have not eaten, regularly, for a thousand years. It is almost time for their hunger to be sated.
But, it was..
See now in your mind the two sensations, together. Hot flesh, juices of life soothing your hungry throat. Fullness, after eating, the joy that life has been given so your life goes on. Do you see this? Do you feel this? They are the same. There is no difference. There will be no difference.
Are you saying I will be eating other people?
Not necessarily. Though the opportunity will exist. When your kind still marveled at their own ability to stir fire from small sticks, they did not know such qualms; they understood that in the flesh lives the power of life. To eat of the flesh not only grants you another day's life, but confirms your joy of the successful hunt, that you are justified in hunting. And the life given is also justified, for if it were not meant to go to your mouth, it would not have lived at all. How could it have? For this is what happened. Fate cannot be denied, it flows as permanently as the water.
Were we fated to be like this?
[pause] Yes. It could not have been otherwise. Else you would be drying meat beneath a million tons of dust, like the rest. Flesh uneaten, life wasted.
I.. don't think I want to eat meat that's the same as me.
Then do not. Other meat will be provided. We must go on, so flesh you must have.
The mercenary women.. that's the kind of meat I want, and not for eating. Exactly.
This may also be provided. I have an opportunity that I never have had. I have shown you visions, and you will show me others, in your way. The glory of Mu will return, but though the process is proceeding it willl take time. In between time, there will be.. opportunity, for other things.
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Dennis remained more or less somnambulant over the emptied styrofoam plate. Though his eyes were unfocused, they still broadcast their eerie red glow. The humans moving around him soon realized that satifying their curiosity over the beacon lamps in the naked guy's face gave them a dreadful feeling if they were foolish enough to look directly at them. The women there, tougher by far than the rest of the lackeys, felt it when the lamps passed over them in some odd speculation. They didn't like it one bit, and busied themselves to avoid thinking about it.
Some of the men moving large boxes through the mess area mumbled to themselves about the newcomer, annoyed that he was supping nude with one of the reptiles, and was not being treated like the rest of them; like potential cattle.
"Man, what's wit dem eyes," one of them wondered aloud to his partner as they labored. "Dem eyes is crazy!'
A short time later, Dennis got up and walked toward the large chambers where the reptiles slept. He needed clothing now, and once he'd gotten some, he wandered off, unsupervised it seemed. In his wake were left whispers about the strange new figure with the dreadful eyes.
The laboratory was nearly silent, only the steady hum of machines and steps of the Lacerta on the floor wafting through the room.
Until another pair of feet joined from seemingly nowhere at all.
"Hi there." said a firm, yet gentle tone behind Force Tech Guardian, "Find out anything more about that robot yet?"
If Force turned, he would see the same figure the cyborg strike team had seen, the slim frame and deep-green, scaleless hide immediately giving the being away as most definitely not Lacerta.
Just how he'd gotten there, no one was quite sure, even people who'd been watching the spot behind Guardian the whole time. He'd just appeared, as if willing himself into existence right then and there.
And the bulging pockets of his modern, decidedly non-mu-vestment attire, not to mention the weapons slung diagonally across his back, didn't quote convey the line of, "I come in peace." even if the reptilian had said so...
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The image wasn't an image - it was quite decidedly a corporeal, physical presence. Disconcertingly enough, that was just about all Force Tech got from the being. It seemed the intruder was rather adept at concealing information.
"Funny." the reptilian chuckled, his saurian lips curling into a wry smile as he spoke to the Avatar, "I was gonna ask you the very same thing. But then, I already know the answer to that. I take it you're the big geyser around here? Yeah, of course you are, why am I bothering to ask? I guess because old habits die hard."
His eyes wandered to Force tech for a moment, then he continued, "As for my appearance, well, there wasn't exactly a front door. But let's get down to business. I'm a practical person, so I'll state things as clearly as I can."
His eyes narrowed at the Avatar, "Leave. Now."
After a moment, he added, "Please..."
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"I'd hoped you'd be asking that." the intruder smiled, producing a slim metal rod, which not a moment later projected the pale-blue image of a clipboard, "I've got several good reasons why you should - aside from me saying please, that is."
"Reason number one." a clawed finger tapped on the hologram as if it were solid, "You've been messing around with the Leviathan as well as mistreating humans. Merulina would be very disappointed. She's got this whole policy of live and let live, and a good amount of respect before all life. If you keep messing around with stuff that, no offense, you don't have the first clue about, she's gonna wake up with a really un-morning-person attitude."
"Reason number two." he continued, "I've got dibs. Well, actually the organization I work for does, but since I currently represent them, that applies to me in person. We've been here for a long, long time, and your little upstart operation here - again, no offense - is really cutting into our plans. And yes, I'd say our plans are more important. I know you guys are kinda isolated out there, but there's a pan-galactic war going on, and not only here. Sure, humans may be knuckleheads at times, and maybe more than we'd all like, but they've got a lot of potential - and that makes them a very important element. I can't just have you enslave slash eat them all."
"Reason number three." was now brought up, "You guys aren't fit to take over here. You're no better than the humans. In some cases, I'd say you're worse, but that's just because they don't have any other intelligent species around to eat on a massive scale. Food that talks is not food - that's a very good rule of general courtesy amongst intelligent beings. So in effect, you don't deserve this place. Neither do the humans, but you deserve it less."
The reptilian looked up from the list, which was clearly a bit longer than just those three. Apparently, however, he thought this was a good time to ask, "Am I getting through to you yet? Take your pick - I've got more..."
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The reptilian stopped as the quills struck just below his neckline, sticking themselves into his jacket and remaining there.
He threw his arms wide, expanding a monstrous force bubble in all directions, intending to bash anything that wasn't nailed down or could annul the repelling effect into the walls, then have them stick there as if suddenly struck by a fully automatic superglue rifle.
"Cute." he remarked as he snatched the quills out again, scattering them to the floor quickly in case they'd been laced with high explosives, "But you'll need more than that to get under my skin."
"So I'm going to try one more time." he turned the hologram towards the Avatar, though everyone in the room could probably see the current depiction, "Recognize this?"
It was a planet.
It was Temple...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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The Avatar waved a hand and removed the bothersome lizard from his temple once and for all, unconcerned with his idle threats. He concentrated again and the temple shifted back into the ground of Sharkshead island.
"I want continued reports on our progress with the Leviathan. Keep the eye sated and under control, and keep me posted on efforts to bring forth a champion. And, I'm not certain why the phase shields were turned off, but turn them on again, I don't want any more vermin in here." With that he ordered his undead to resume their watch post and flew back to his chambers.
Force Tech put his scanner away, then moved to one of the transporters, bound for Shark'shead island. He picked a spot secluded and convenient and transported in cloaked. Within moments he was inside the shipyard workers and the demolitions experts, listening for rumors of recently discovered artifacts or caves.
Flame took the eye to the temple proper, where the podium that the Avatar spoke from was, and showed him the circle of power. "From here, you will commune with the old ones, and they will tell you what they desire." Flame pointed back to the teleporters in the other room. "You can use those devices to locate yourself where you need to be to do the bidding of the Dark God."
Flame stayed, waiting for any indication that the Eye understood, without making direct visual contact with it.
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God mode on huh?
Nice, you must be like, level 70 or something. Awesome. I wish you luck. I won't be continuing this storyline.
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OH, I see how it is. 
First accuse me of godmoding, then do it yourself, and on a whole new level too.
Well fine, if you don't feel like playing nice, you don't have to play at all. I'm outta here.
Oh, and FYI, Force Bubble actually does repel- but I guess you wouldn't care about that, Mr. Hypocrisy.
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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[[Good luck to you! I took the liberty of ignoring you so that I wont accidentally respond to any of your posts. I suggest you read all of the posts on RP etiquette, they may assist you greatly. Sorry things didnt work out.]]
The first book was about a Greek named Astocrates who documented the first trade route to Atlantis. Of course, the time he chose to read it was when the storm blew in off the ocean. He read of daring sea adventures to bring fruits and vegetables from India to this Island of strange men with a strange culture. It wasnt the first time hed heard the legend of Atlantis, but there was something quite different about this telling.
In the other stories, Atlantis was fanciful science fiction of flying cars and strange technology that begged the question, why didnt they just take over the world? In this telling, the Atlanteans seemed wary of humanity, and slow to react or act. Astocrates took many liberties with them in terms of trade. He demanded when he should have begged. He lied when he should have spoken the truth. He insulted when he should have praised or even flattered. All this time, he bragged about it to other sailors while showing off the coin that he acquired selling strange metals or dyes that could not be reproduced anywhere in the world. He was growing rich from nothing more than trinkets from the bottom of the ocean, where no man could go.
The author of the tale was clearly no historian, storyteller and definitely not Astocrates himself, as his fate is gruesome in the end. Even the author didnt know his true fate, only that he was taken into a coral room and the roaring of some animal could be heard while Astocrates screamed for hours on end, each scream more terrible and blood curdling than the last. Finally, the author could take it no longer, and ended the tale with for as long as a human being could stand it I listened, and then had to depart to salvage what remained of my soul.
The story wasnt exceptionally well written, but at three in the morning he realized hed sat down and read the book straight through in one evening. There were disturbing images of this island of Atlantis, boats that moved under the water, people disappearing, and creatures of unimaginable horror.
As Tanner stood out by the windows, looking into the night and the rain and drinking his freshly brewed cup of coffee, he thought on the book. Then he saw Darrens truck pulling up the driveway. The huge headlights were his first indicator that it was Darren. He illuminated the front of the sheriffs department as they swept by on their way to a parking space. Just as the flash passed, Tanner saw something beyond the headlights, out in the ocean. At first he thought it was glare from an internal light off the glass, but as he peered out he could see something moving.
Darren pulled his jacket tightly around his neck as he ran in under the heavy rain. He closed the door quickly behind him, stomping off the water as he went. I started thinking about it and I just couldnt stop. I was hoping the forensic report would have come in already. The deputy took off his jacket and hung it up, then moving toward his desk. I was narrowing down the list of suspects by how many people could pound those spikes in, physically. God knows I dont know how they could do that emotionally. Personally I cant even imagine how
Sheriff?
Tanner was watching water pour off of cliffs in the ocean, a tall tower gleaming like a lighthouse stood on the forward part of the cliff. Seawater was dumping down into the ocean, and the cliff was getting closer to the island. Suddenly there was some large reptile directly in front of the window. The scaly hand of the creature slapped against the glass, causing the sheriff to drop his coffee, and reach for his gun as he stumbled backward over a chair.
Darren drew his pistol as well, rushing for the front door. NO! The sheriff yelled out, no longer able to see the creature. Tanner rushed to the front door to drag Darren back in.
What? Dont you want to go after them? Darren stepped back inside and wiped off some of the water.
You heard that? Tanner looked slightly confused.
Yes, of course, it was loud. Sounded like someone slapped the glass. Darren holstered his pistol and moved back toward his desk to get a towel from his gym bag. Its not a good night to be playing pranks on the Sheriff, if you ask me.
Tanner moved back to the window, where he saw seaweed, matted against the outside window, and rain slowly washing away what appeared to be sand. What if it wasnt a prank? As he watched, the inhuman hand print was washed away, leaving only the steamy print of a human hand on the inside glass. The cliff was gone, the tower gone, the lights gone, the night was dark and stormy. He began to doubt what he saw.
Did you see them? You must have been right there. Darren dried his neck. Did you get a look at all?
Tanner didnt answer at first, but when Darren started to walk toward him he quickly turned. Oh, um, no I didnt. It was probably a prank.
What were you saying earlier? What if it wasnt, what does that mean? Do you think the killer would do that? Ive read that sometimes killers will mock the police, or dare them to catch him. Maybe we should go out there. Darren ran the towel over his head.
The sheriff looked out the window once more, finally putting his pistol away. No, I didnt get a good look, but I think it was a kid. Probably just a prank. Im going to get a mop.
The deputy shrugged and walked over to his desk to start collating the evidence with the lab report. Its a bad night for pranks.
While I know you will not see this, I do hope other people will and it will help them from falling victim to the same stunt you pulled on me. Force Bubble is not godmoding, and I hope your reaction to my character's use of it will show people your true colors.
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Ohhh, gross, theyre like, lizards or something. Gentle Fist of Steel made a face while the other two looked on.
Miliekahs head came off of the desk and he spoke into the pin. Lizard? Complete with scales? Velum, didnt one of the guards report seeing a reptilian monster before he lost what was left of his sanity? These could be the same creatures. The mage picked up the pin and spoke directly into it. Attack them, destroy them and cripple their ship.
With the command given, they sprung into action. Pain Clutch leaped from behind the rocks and began to superspeed wide toward the reptile man. Gentle Fist teleported closer to one of the robots, and Hurt Machine leaped through the air to try to land on the ship.