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Writing: Cape Fic
Featured Art: MechaTerp & CorporateRock, by Shia
Music: DJ Pyrria
((Yay for horribly confusing time travel logic! <3 <3))
((And nice job! 
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((Eh? Makes sense to me. He even got the dakkar aspect right. Did I miss something?))
"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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((Well, the fact that we are not ALL proud owners of a four-digit I.Q. for starters...
...Or it could just be me...))
((Hey, "horribly confusing"!="wrong". 
At least I think that's how you write that. XP))
Is fickle. Ramier grunted, hefting a large piece of machinery to the other side of the doorway-like construct he was working on, deep inside the Serial Killers base.
Yeah, yeah, you told me twenty freakin times. Alpha One groaned, flipping a random switch (Which got him a sharp glare from Ramier, causing him to flip it back.) Man, I hate these Serial Killer guys. I thought you were Malta Group, not some [censored]-[censored] stereotype.
Keep talking, pilot. Ramier snarled, flicking a lever and testing the electric current he was getting several terawatts. And you may lose your tongue. The Soviet bent down, unrolling a large cable to the Serial Killers main power generator. Yeah, yeah. Alpha shot back, Man, aint no real killers in thi-gluk!
Ramier had grabbed the pilot at his armored collar. Finish that sentence. He dared, And well see who kills around here. Our newest could send you to the ground any day, Malta Operative. He eased his grip, and Alpha took a step back. Christ He muttered, Youre lucky I aint in a chopper, man, or Id
Silence.
Power on.
And for a split second, every light in the Rogue Isles went off. The frame of the door exploded in energy, and Ramier looked back through it.
There he was.
On cue, his robots rocketed through the dimensional portal, blasting past him, and then passing him again. Ramier smiled to himself.
Operation Resonance is go. He nodded, recording the exact starting time in his central computer. Cold War Ramier is inbound.
Thinking back, Ramier knew exactly how this would go. In fact, he knew most things about this time period When Recluse would be defeated, what really happened in numerous nineteenth century mysteries worldwide. Ramier never missed anything Because Ramier walked time. Through his time portals, he could link himself, to himself, at any time in his life. Certainly, Ramier himself would die of age eventually But this was all in the sixth dimension. Ramier had, in effect, shaped himself. Hed instructed himself to work hard and fight harder, leaving him able to conduct his Rogue Islands business at the age of sixty-four. Certainly, he had his insane moments, but lifelong training had left him ready for all he would face.
And today, he knew, he would be working with the TESLA Combat armor Right next to the experimental time portal he had built months before that cold Russian day. He knew he would step through. And he knew the first thing hed do would be to scratch his head in wonder.
The figure that passed through the portal was certainly as armored as Ramier always was, but it was obviously a different suit. The TESLA class Electrical melee combat. Built much in the same way as Ramiers suit, the armor had obvious body strength enhancers Which allowed for a super-far jump.
He scratched his head.