Mobilise runs, Mobilise dashes, Mobilise MOOOOVES, and Mobilise flits back and forth from Praetoria to Primal Earth like nobody's business.
So if, while, in a mad dash to escape from the combined forces of a pack of Resistance acting to "collect" him and some plain-old(justifiably, he had just busted up another ghoul factory and stole some really nice anti-matter prototype designs) pissed off Praetorian Police backed up by war-walkers, Mobilise happens to find himself suddenly on Primal Earth, Mobilise wouldn't be bothered much by the whole thing. Two words, were all he needed.
"F@#& Yeah"
And off he went. Runrunrunrun, faster faster faster. Soon he had built up to his max cruising speed, skimming over the tops of the lakes in Atlas park. He didn't even stop when some plain, and, honestly, goofy looking robot came down from the skies and began spouting off something about King's Row, A Force bolt forward along the ground, a hop to surf on it, and a slicing Kinetic uppercut cleaved the thing in two just in time for him to pass through the space it once occupied, and give out a call of
"F#$* YOU clunky!"
but he was heading that way anyway so he kept moving forward. It was very important that the robot respected his power and speed, and knew it hadn't affected Mobilise's decision so he spun around as the force-blast he was riding ebbed and gave the Bifurcated bot a lewd gesture before turning back towards the 'Row.
King's Row, a few seconds later:
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| Which looked like a fair bog-standard battle drone to her. No threat at all to her, let alone to the four people present as a group. "Relax, it's harmless. Mostly." |
"BAM!"
That sound, of course, being a vocalization from the Underground rapper, Theif, sometimes hero when he was pissed off at the right people, or when he got paid enough, Genetic experiment known as Mobilise, and not necessarily the sound of a Powerful Kinetic Forceblast knocking the robot off into the horizon as said Rapper/Theif/Sometimes Hero skidded to a stop right where it was about to land. THAT sounded more like
VWWWWWKLANG!
He Looked after the Airborne Automaton for a second, grinned under his full covering face mask, whipped a finger swiftly on the top of his metallic visor, and laughed
"man, I've been knocking those things around all over this place, keep popping down on top of people jabbering on about that big F&$*@$^ crab thing over there. Blahblahblahblahblah"
Anyone Who wants to argue about my usual foolishness can find me here.
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I'll miss you all.
Kings Row, Close to the Crab Robot.
Arriving on the scene, the Tomboy took a few moments to gawp at the crab robot, before common sense and her home worlds shrugging acceptance to the fantastical took over, a wry grin coating her lips as she remarks.
“Seen bigger and at least this one ain’t harping on about exobytes or something.”
She weighted her options, she’d ditched the rifle awhile ago, besides it had no ammo, and her powers focused on illusions, messing with a person’s mind to force them to see a twisted version of reality, and that was quite clearly a robot right there, which made her powers quite moot at the moment.
“Oh well no harm in at least trying, if it all goes tits up I’ll just scarper like the civvies.” Forming an image in her mind, she pushed out her hands and projected…
She staggered as the exobytes with her bloodstream, super charged by the rift’s energy, overloaded increasing her powers and altering her DNA as the exobytes broke down. The image she’d been trying to project, that of a man rushing towards the crab robot, manifested into reality an illusion forming into a temporary construct, powered by imagination and heading towards the robot with car crash like speeds.
“Awesome, Fantastic!” she breathed, her eyes glowing with new found energy “****ing Awesometastic!”
Brawling Cactus from a distant planet.
Chapter One: Into the Garden of Forking Paths
"People, even people who should know better, misuse the word 'dimension' all the time," said the mathematician, talking to himself, "They think they know what a universe is. But then I hear them say, 'plane of existence' or 'realm of the gods' they betray their naivety, their lack of training and rigor."
He was alone, which was unremarkable, but where he was alone was interesting. He was in a small stone room barely more than 3 meters square. The room had a doorless exit out onto stone corridor and there was a narrow hole in the opposite wall that could be called a window if it actually had a pane of glass in it, which it didn't. The window was narrow but big enough that someone could squeeze their way through it with some effort. There was even, white light shining from the window, like the light from a rainy day. The man sat in the room on a stone bench and opposite him the stone wall was covered with formulas, equations and diagrams. He scrawled those there a few hours ago with pieces of chalk that he always kept with him. It was easier than keeping track of paper and notebooks which were hard to obtain anyway given his current, voluntary thralldom.
A mild claustrophobia swept over his thoughts and he chuckled a bit when he considered where he actually was. He stuck his head out the window anyway for some air and reassurance.
What he saw was both ordinary and physically impossible. His head was hanging out over vast plane or wall of stone. It was so vast that the horizon in all directions took up half his view and there was no clear edge to the horizon as there would be in ordinary circumstances. The horizon just blended into the sky with no clear transition. That meant that the wall he was looking on was very large or perhaps even infinite in size. He didn't really know. He saw that the wall was equally spaced with windows just like his that repeated endlessly in all directions. He knew that these were other windows because he had wandered a bit in the corridors and found other rooms just like this one and some larger. He slept in one of the larger rooms further down the corridor.
It was a bit like being in a cosmically huge castle or skyscraper--perhaps even infinitely big. Considering his master, he was pretty sure it might be infinite.
He looked directly away from wall, out from the wall, to look at the sky. It was blue sky with widely scattered clouds but there was never any sun or other objects in the sky aside from clouds. Night never fell. Due to the orientation of the clouds, they bumped into the wall all the time, just as low clouds and mist bang into skyscrapers in big cities. This made the wall constantly slick with moisture but there never seemed to be any rain or storms, just the constant misting.
Now vertigo settled over him and he pulled his head in.
"I should bring a telescope here," he mumbled pulling out a notebook to write a reminder to himself, "If I'm lucky enough to find one in our next trip."
He heard footsteps and knew at once who it was. And sure enough, a familiar, black suited figure, covered with yellow radiation hazard trefoils, walked into his room. The figure was wearing a bulky, thick hazmat suit with no breathing or air filtration apparatus. Over its eyes was a thick brass plate with cruciform holes. A flicker of green light sparked within those dark holes and green laser light played over the man and the entire room. The figure drew paper index cards from its tool belt and started burning text into them with yellowish green laser light. The cards smoldered briefly and then extinguished as the figure passed the cards to the man to read.
The mathematician was long experienced with this method of communication and understood the cards well enough. His long abandoned family, friends and associates would have said that his understanding had in fact rendered the poor mathematician insane, but, by his current thinking, they were less than nothing now. They weren't special, they weren't even unique.
"So, you've got it all tidied up? Time to go?" The mathematician asked only to chuckle at the utter absurdity of the question.
The figure didn't answer, or rather it answered by sweeping both of them into the mouth of a small wormhole which lead into a small hypersphere of space-time sitting a five dimensional realm. In less than a yoctosecend the hypersphere was swept into hyper-hypersphere of five-space, which in turn, a yoctosecond later, was swept into a hyper-hyper-hypersphere of six-space and then this was swept into yet higher dimensional chunk and so on, millions of times, like some kind of dimensional matryoshka doll.
After multiple nestings, having finally arrived at a continuum with suitable physics for traveling at brain insulting speeds, the dimensional matryoshka then moved over distances that would make humans weep in utter shame at their presumption of trying to ken them.
Arriving at the right position in the right universe was not something to be taken trivially. As most scientists at the the governmental consortium of the Portal Corporation would say, the number of universes is not actually finite. News in the popular media, to be accessible to a general audience, presented a description of the multiverse that was much simpler than the truth. The truth was that the numbers of universes was infinite and eternal. This meant that an obscure aspect of thermodynamics called "Poincaré's Recurrence" and quantum mechanical restrictions on analog variation would ensure that all phase spaces for any finite number of particles would repeat--repeat infinitely many times for all eternity. Not only did many variations of Statesman exist, Statesman himself and all that he knew was repeated infinitely, forever.
This was something the mathematician knew as the dimensional matryoshka unnested itself in less than a nanosecond, in the right place, spitting the mathematician and the black suited figure onto the Rue Gimbal in St. Martial. They were at the street address of the Chateau Rouge in the Rogue Island archipelago.
Or, to be more precise, they were at one Chateau Rouge out of an infinitude.
It was about 15 o'clock local time as the pair walked into the Chateau's lobby and up to the receptionist, Valley Witch, who was blissfully unaware of her utter commonness and eternal ubiquity in the grand scheme.
Valley Witch goggled, pointing at the black suited one, "Oh Em Gee! Hey, like, I know you! You're, you're that freaky zombie chick, right? What's it, ummmm, the Protonic Vampyre! No! That's not it! Quark Zombie! Quark Zombie? Right? Who's your friend?"
Quark Zombie, for that's who it was, dumped a small stack of papers and a bound stack of money onto reception desk.
"I'm the one who will explain things," said the mathematician pulling out a notepad to refresh his memory, "we're here to hire people. This might seem like a repetition of your recent past but I can emphatically state, it most assuredly isn't, not this time."
((Setting this all up might take a few chapters. but people can join in if they want to at this point.))
"Civilization advances by extending the number of important operations which we can perform without thinking of them."
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Amatus was silent for a long while. His hands did not move away from his face. Finally, he spoke quietly and slowly.| She paused to breathe before continuing, a bad habit of talking rather fast very much in evidence. "And before you start railing at me again, lemme explain a couple of things. The guys who you beat unconscious, they're Skulls. It's a fairly average street gang, around here. They tend to be violent, your basic lowlife scum that I probably would've beaten up if you hadn't. And I'd point out, if you have no allies or friends here does it not make logical sense to acquire one? Rather than yelling and screaming at me, tell me what you want. Hell, tell me what that little tendril of yours does, more importantly if it'll kill them or leave any permanent harmful effects. Who knows, I might even let you go ahead and do it." |
"Need to go back. Finish what I started. Need gateway. Callosum links into unconscious memory encoding/recovery center. Specimen answers questions using unconscious memory. Everything needed in a Star's blink. Harmless. Improves overall brain plasticity."
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The Moon Titan, Elsewhere...
Everything had gone straight to hell. The AV.37 'Heartbreaker' virus had done exactly as advertised, connecting with and fooling the military ice when both converged on newly opened drive routes. A spring-terminal had been lined up with the node Tenor was aiming for, and the A.I.s were powerless - people had always been paranoid with A.I. access, even before Straylight. They could not breach their own ice systems, and the moment the virus broke down the ice he would be in and then twelve sites away in the next instant. A.I.s were flawless and fast, but the spring line made his rush just as fast as them, and he had been positioned closer to the node.
But as it turned out, it was not five military R&D A.I.s. It was four military R&D A.I.s keeping the fifth, rampant A.I. under control. It took the obvious chance and the instant the ice went down, so did one of the four guardians. Two of the other three went to work on it, but the last one zeroed in on Tenor, and the node he was after had locked down thanks to all the alarms being flipped after an A.I. was decommissioned.
That had not lasted long. The rampant A.I. went and shut down the other two and then turned its attention to Tenor and his pursuer. Meanwhile, in the real world, Tenor's deck had tipped another few inches over the lip of the portal and began to slide in.
(( Just as an aside: A picture of the woman Amatus is talking to, since I'm bad with descriptions. ))
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That very definitely surprised the woman, and it showed. She was visibly taken aback by the man suddenly being so reasonable. And not only that, but also having demands that weren't entirely out of the question and the explanation of what he was doing sounding also mostly reasonable. What the hell kind of villain was he? Perhaps not a villain at all? Still, she couldn't help but be untrustful. Something about him just struck her as slightly off. But then, alternate dimension. Of course he was going to be slightly off, he came from an entirely different world - possibly literally in more ways than one.|
Amatus was silent for a long while. His hands did not move away from his face. Finally, he spoke quietly and slowly. "Need to go back. Finish what I started. Need gateway. Callosum links into unconscious memory encoding/recovery center. Specimen answers questions using unconscious memory. Everything needed in a Star's blink. Harmless. Improves overall brain plasticity." |
"Ok... I won't pretend to understand all the fancy words in there cause I don't, but from what I do understand it sounds like you're essentially probing their minds, to put it in simple terms. Just using that instead of psychic stuff like most people do when they do stuff like that. In which case, go right ahead. Just be aware if you're lying I'm still going to arrest you." She paused for a couple of seconds before adding, "And out of curiosity, need to go back where and finish what exactly?" Depending on the specifics of the gateway he required she might even be able to help him with that, she thought. But said nothing of it without knowing said specifics, no sense in getting the guy's hopes up.
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: STOP!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WAIT ONE SECOND!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WHAT IS A SEAGULL DOING ON MY THRONE!?!?
Kings Row: Crab Battle
The Robot Crab was, remarkably sturdy beast, the joy of having six legs and a squat appearance, however the speed at which it was hit did cause it to wobble slightly, a stumble and flickering a red colour, registering the hit, it flipped over onto it's back, it's legs wiggling in the air for a moment, showing the big glowing red button before self righting.
However, once it had righted itself it continued on it's path, the attacks a ridiculously easy pattern to dodge with anyone with half a brain could avoid, The beast would require more than simply knocking it over to be defeated.
Though someone small and nimble enough could get underneath the crab, it was only use to dealing with two dimensions after all.
It would take a concerted effort to bring the thing down...and a basic guess at video game laws with what required it's actual defeat.
Sharkshead Isle:
"Ech if that speedster knocks one more drone out...I'm...you know what..Elise!"
"Yes Dad?"
The voice of a perky teenage girl answered, however it did not belong to a perky teenage girl, it belongs to a hulking warbot, decorated in pink with a black heart symbol on it, armed to the teeth and a formidable fighter in her own right, even without the backup she normally had.
"Go to Kings Row, make sure this runs smoothly, you're the only one I trust with this task..."
"Ok ETA 10 minutes to arrival..."
The warbot lumbered outside, engaging it's hyperthrusters as it blasted a hole in the ground, heading for Kings Row...
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The Drone protested, "geez woman, you got legs, you can walk, do I really have to carry you?"
This one lacked the speech style, infact it spoke with a Midwest accent.
Muttering under it's mechanized breath, "you aren't exactly light either, could do with losing a few pounds there hefty..."
"Oh and Scales can damn well walk, I am not going to be carrying that mass of reptillian muscle..."
Kings Row
The gutural roar of a car engine being boosted to race track levels echoed down the road.
Quicksilver came round the corner in a drift turn, wheels leaving faintly steaming skidmarks as he accelerated towards the Crab Bot. The thing was asture enough to spot him, a sweep of one claw batting an unfortunate automobile his way.
The Autobot jinked to one side, before transforming smoothly as he neared the target. Hitting the ground at speed he went into a slide, momentum aiming him directly underneath the thing.
"Come to papa, you lumbering hunk o' scrap," he muttered, bringing his gun up single handedly and taking aim at the big red target as his skid brought him level with the things legs...
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GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.
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NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.
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The hidden aliens didn't respond, staying quiet and in cover where they were. The traffic of their personal area network increased however, silent, encrypted messages hopping back and forth as questions were answered and orders given. Broadcast power remained at bare minimum, given just enough signal to bridge the gaps between individuals to further lessen the chance of detection...|
Originally Posted by Premonitions
"man, I've been knocking those things around all over this place, keep popping down on top of people jabbering on about that big F&$*@$^ crab thing over there. Blahblahblahblahblah"[/COLOR]
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"Oh and Scales can damn well walk, I am not going to be carrying that mass of reptillian muscle..."
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On the other hand...
The shaman chuckled electronically.
"Thank you." he gave a nod to the machine, then reached for the appropriate contacts at the base of his helmet's jawline and removed the headgear, revealing an indeed scaly, saurian cranium covered in bright-lavender hide, the curved spikes that ran from atop his hairless scalp down his neck silver-blue as the crescent moon. Ruby-red irises rimmed the slim pupils of his slitted eyes.
"And very good." he said in the hollow, slightly raspy, and yet comfortably light-hearted tone that was his own, rather than the impersonal modulation of the armor, "You must have a very thinking spirit in there. No, I know. Those aren't the right words. But they help me."
"Which brings me to a few things you should know." the lizardman told Mirel, "There is no king here, and the machine you're sitting on is servant to a human who calls himself Mechano. He is a sought lawbreaker in this nation. I'd think it unwise to..."
The loud echo of a watery splash interrupted him, and the Rulusian's eyes snapped in surprise to shore's edge, where the long, sapphire-scaled head of an easily house-sized dragon parted the surf, the huge creature quickly rising above the waves ashimmer in deep, vibrant blue from the water that cascaded off its flanks. What stayed on might've been more important though; a harness of sorts, segmented and black as darkest night, consisting of a collar at the base of the long neck, a sort of belt where the ribcage ended, and two pairs of crossed straps connecting the two, one across the chest, the other over the back.
A large fish still struggled between its teeth for the few moments before being snapped up completely and gulped down, and then the beast turned its amber eyes to Mirel...
"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 three figures found their selves drifting in a void of purple electricity Taliea could feel the cyborgs eyes burning into her, she could sense what he wanted to say. I told you so, she was beginning to wonder if they were trapped into this void. She then realised they were travelling though it was difficult to tell. The robot said, “Connection to drone unit’s lost, current location unknown”.
Taliea mentally face palmed, she hated robots at the best of times, stupid ones were even worse, unless it just enjoyed pointing out the damn obvious.
They then exited the void, Taliea had hoped they would avoid attention unfortunately though they had arrived right in the middle of one of the skyway highways in a big electronic flash and cars skidded to a halt in front of them and their was a torrent of abuse from angered and surprised drivers. The robot lifted its arms and laser guns lifted out of its palms and powered up, “Unit targeting potential hostile humanoids in cars”.
It said almost sounding annoyed. Taliea snapped, “Stand down! We don’t know where we are, look at the sky, and look at those force field wall things over there“. She said pointing to the nearest war wall and she continued, “We can’t attack everything that moves without knowing what the hell is going on or where we are”.
The Cyborg said, “Well we appear to be on a road maybe we should move?
Taliea said grumpily, “Don’t whine Banov, we are tough enough to take a hit off those things, they look primitive metal vehicles, but still, yes. Let’s wait on the sidewalk for a moment while we get what information we can”.
Then the robot said, “Unidentified robotic construct approaching, detector indicate it is heading for us”.
One of the hovering drones approached and Taliea said to the robot again this time not sounding so harsh to the robot, “No firing yet, it’s saying something”.
The Mechano got closer almost nervously and repeated its message. Taliea and Banov looked at the map and Banov said questioningly, “Should we even care if something is attack this King Row place?
Taliea smirked slightly, “Oh we don’t care, but we have to show ourselves as none hostile we are vastly outnumbered and it seems the robot may finally vent its rage”.
Banov said to the drone, “Ok enough of the messages, depart will you!
With that the drone floated away and made a hasty exit getting the message that it’s work here was done. Banov said to Taliea “I sure miss the mind link to call in backup, but I think we can take on this, whatever this thing is”.
Taliea said smugly, “Oh of course we can, we may even begin converting some of the people here to build up our forces and build a mind link hub, perhaps later though. For now we must act like peaceful negotiators and act like we are willing to help this primitive city”.
Banov nodded, “Ok, it has been agreed”.
Soon after the three arrived at the Kings row and made their way to the area the drone told them to head for and prepared their selves as best they could for whatever was to come. They could hear something in the distance and could hear emergancy sirens and the robot seemed almost happy as it powred up its weapons again an Banov powered up a personal force field. Taliea seemed content to follow them for now, after all she had no more idea of what to expect than the others.
The end is just a new beginning, Goodbye all my coh friends and even the enemies, its been a blast I will miss you all. Thank you Paragon team, you gave me a home from home I will always appriciate it.
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Well prince, lord, daimyo, whatever they call the city ruler, though as I appear to have outstayed my welcome here, I think Id best be getting to helping those people
She clanged her booted foot a few times against the drone, resulting in a nice clanging sound.
Come on now, yip yip, fly me to Kings Row already
Mirel cursed silent to herself, hoping that her ride would soon be hurtling her far away, preferably before she got into a fight with these beastmens pet river dragon or things started to look embarrassing for her just stood here not moving.
Kings Row...
"Bloody hell," the Outsider sighed, popping her head out of an alley a short distance behind the crab monster. "That was a close call, wasn't it?"
And what a close call it was, due in no small part to the enchanted smartphone's new-found long-range teleportation abilities failing to take into account nearby risks to whatever it was beaming from A to B that happened to be at B in the first place. As a result, the exact spot the duo materialised was right in the path of one of the crab's many metallic feet and the only had mere seconds to realise before the thing came clattering down upon them. Fortunately, that was all the time Outsider needed to shove Derek into the nearby alley from where she now observed the robotic monstrosity's strange movement patterns.
"I'd say close was something of an understatement." Derek grumbled. He was far too busy dusting himself off and checking for non-existent wounds on his person to be joining his partner in watching the crab. "So... any bright ideas as to how one would defeat it?"
"I think I'm getting an idea." the Outsider answered with a hint of confidence in her voice. "It seems to be able to take a limited beating before flipping over onto its back temporarily and exposing the underside of its body for a few seconds. From the looks of it, -that- could be a weak spot that should be hammered with everything everyone's got in order to shut it down permanently."
"What makes you so sure of that?"
"It's the sort of manner a videogame boss would act, isn't it?"
"HOW WOULD I KNOW THAT?" Derek ranted understandably. The Outsider winced at the sudden outburst, having momentarily forgotten that he didn't know what a videogame was.
"Sorry...." she sighed before stepping out of the alley into the open road, her glance now fixed upon the other giant robot ready to open fire upon the crab. "I've an idea how we can help. We need rope, no, chains. Long chains. Long, strong chains. Look around, Derek. ASK around if need be. I'm going to have a word with our silver friend here!"
"Friend!?" Derek yelled, the young woman ignorant of his complaints. "You don't even know if he's even one of the good guys, dammit!!"
"Hey!" the Outsider yelled as she dashed toward the new challenger to the Crab Monster, waving at the maybe-maybe-not-too-friendly robot on her approach. "Excuse me! Daft question, but you're one of the good guys, right?"
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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Arriving near the metal crab beast monster thing, Ethan could see a number of ..different.. looking people up to stuff against the beasty.
Hanging a little back he considered the beasty huge, metal, aggressive, clearly something that need putting down. The question was how, 12ga shotgun round did not look to be a likely answer, so time to swap out the Combat Shotgun. Now given he size of the beasty heaver armour was not going to help, just slow him down, and so keep the Talon suit for now.
Ethan started to search through his weapons collection, , muttering...
Something big , and with plenty of bite
Gauss rifle ? , na out of Micro Fusion cells again, that Alien disintegrator , na need to get too close, looks like basics then, Missile Launcher it is , now how many Missiles do I have ..
From his large back pack a long metal tube like weapon appears and a small beep indicates its system are on, digging deep into another pack a yellow tipped missile is found and loaded into the Missile Launcher.
Ethan stood and swung the Missile Launcher up onto his shoulder, now, he thought, if one of these other folks can keep the Beasty distracted, I can see if I can spot its vulnerables
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Ineloo chuckled to herself as she stopped a short distance from the metal crab to observe it's movements. This day was just getting better and better! It was certainly interesting looking enough that she was sure there would be some useful salvage she could sell for a good profit. Of course, it would have to stop moving before she could really get at any of it...
She looked around the area and smiled. From her vantage point on top of a dumpster, she could see a Human woman calling over to what looked like some sort of metal Warforged, asking if he was one of the good guys. For her part, Ineloo hoped that the answer was yes after all, the similar beings that she knew back home were rather tough and more than capable of causing problems in a fight. Not something she really wanted when there was already a giant crab to deal with.
Returning her attention to the metal monstrosity, she spotted a big red button on it's belly, undoubtedly some sort of 'off' switch. It reminded her somewhat of some of the more elaborate traps mages had a habit of creating back home when they really didn't want someone investigating their stuff. Of course, with them, one wrong move and one was likely to loose a limb, but as she was still in full possession of all of her appendages, Ineloo wasn't overly concerned about that possibility.
If the thing could just be tied down it would be a simple matter for anyone to get underneath and hit the button. Alternatively, she was sure there would be some sort of access hatch that she could pry off and take a look at the insides. It should then be a matter of moments to trace the magic lines and disconnect the appropriate ones. Something she had always excelled at much to the irritation of the mages who assumed that just because she wasn't one of them, she was stupid.
As an automatic action, Ineloo pulled an arrow from her new quiver and went to fit it to the string before mentally berating herself for the useless action. There was no way a standard arrow would be any use against the thing's armour! She paused in the act of returning it to its place, blinked, then grinned broadly. It would seem that the quiver was more powerful that she had been led to believe. The missile in her hand was no simple arrow, but had what appeared to be fine ropes bound around the tip. The interesting thing was that if one looked at it for too long, one's mind would start to follow the loops into an impossibly densely packed coil that seemed to continue further and further into the centre without an end. Familiar with such magics, and certain that the resulting bindings would be strong enough to deal with even the crab monster, Ineloo hopped off the dumpster and bounded over to the woman and the Warforged.
Hey! she chirped in her child-like voice, Do either of you have any bindings? If we all combine them maybe we can get that thing to sit still long enough to stop it moving entirely! Then as an afterthought, Oh, by the way, I'm Ineloo. Nice to meet you!
"Don't go away mad, just go away..." The best line Clint never said.
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Amatus did not even bother up, merely crawling over to the Skulls before the tendril started moving again. The three split ends extended and seemed to fuse with the back of each thug's neck.
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"...Family matters." He replied. Then his eyes went blank, and the tendril started to pulse like a hose with water running through it. Within imaginary mental space, Amatus flashed past memories and past thoughts, giving each a cursory examination before moving on. Eventually, he hit something that sounded useful. | "And out of curiosity, need to go back where and finish what exactly?" |
'Portal Corp...' An instant later, he knew everything the Skulls knew about it, which was not much. Just that it was located on Peregrine, and though their minds did trail on to Praetoria, he ignored it. 'No need to learn history, I will not be here for very long...' He thought to himself.
He also went ahead and memorized the overlaid memories of the giant maps of Paragon present in every monorail (and those were the next memory gobbled up). And then he checked what advances had been made in medicine (What he got was mostly information on Superadine, which he dismissed.) He promised himself to try and get his hands on a modern doctor before he left though, some of the things the Skull's memories mentioned in passing sounded intriguing.
All that was left were memories of dull day-to-day drudgery, an endless tide of random acts of violence and vandalism, childhoods, more violence, frequent glimpses of a prison of some kind - Amatus brushed it all aside, figuring that he simply would not be able to understand most of what they had seen and done in this strange new world without going through each mind up through day 1 - and that would have been a phenomenally bad idea.
Approximately five seconds after closing them, Amatus opened his eyes again. He then yanked the tendril out of his own head and let it flop on the ground without disconnecting it from the Skulls. He got up, composed and business-like as opposed to the wreck he had been in a moment ago.
"Earlier you mentioned Portal Corp. I need to get there." He said to the woman, his eyes now completely stoic and neutral. "I am Amatus. You are...?"
Quicksilver grinned at the others who were obviously attempting to engage the giant Crab-Thing.
"One of the best, girl!" he quipped, motion-racking the slide on his morph-gun. Ok, he had to admit, he showed off at times. Surely he was allowed-
A giant crab arm swung to meet him mid-skid.
"Oh, f-"
*CLANG*
A moment later, the autobot crashed into a building opposite, spider-webbing the shattered brickwork and sliding down unceremoniously to land on his head.
"-rag!.......Ow...."
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GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.
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NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.
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As the crab Beastys arm swung at The Robot Guy (( Quicksilver)) Ethan saw his opening and drew a bead on the underside of the crab arm where it joined the main body, slowing his breathing as he let the missile lock on target and with a small movement of the trigger completed the circuit that sent the warhead on its way..
The roar and back wash from the Missile Launcher drew the attention of a number of onlookers, and as Ethan hurriedly reloaded he scanned the faces hoping to see some signs of friendliness. Not slowing to see the effect of the first missile, and with a second round loaded Ethan move to his right to seek another shot.
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Kri couldn't help but snort out a giggle at this, but managed to stifle his laughter. The dragon however did not, a deep, guttural chuckle floating through the air as it smiled.|
Originally Posted by Omega_Chief
Come on now, yip yip, fly me to Kings Row already
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"What's the matter?" it spoke clearly, if a bit gravelly, but more than eloquently enough for the deep, male tone to be understood very well, "You were so eager to know what abomination is Kri's master just a moment ago. Am I not abominable enough for your tastes...?"
"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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Quicksilver grinned at the others who were obviously attempting to engage the giant Crab-Thing.
"One of the best, girl!" he quipped, motion-racking the slide on his morph-gun. Ok, he had to admit, he showed off at times. Surely he was allowed- A giant crab arm swung to meet him mid-skid. "Oh, f-" *CLANG* A moment later, the autobot crashed into a building opposite, spider-webbing the shattered brickwork and sliding down unceremoniously to land on his head. "-rag!.......Ow...." |
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As the crab Beastys arm swung at The Robot Guy (( Quicksilver)) Ethan saw his opening and drew a bead on the underside of the crab arm where it joined the main body, slowing his breathing as he let the missile lock on target and with a small movement of the trigger completed the circuit that sent the warhead on its way..
The roar and back wash from the Missile Launcher drew the attention of a number of onlookers, and as Ethan hurriedly reloaded he scanned the faces hoping to see some signs of friendliness. Not slowing to see the effect of the first missile, and with a second round loaded Ethan move to his right to seek another shot. |
Taking careful aim, she loosed the binding arrow at one of the crab's legs, hoping to at least limit it's rampage a little. Then she reached back to her quiver again, hoping for something a little more substantial. Let's see if you can come up with anything good, huh? she murmured. Much to her delight, the arrow she pulled out had a pretty substantial tip to it, marked with red and yellow stripes and a button on the end.
She grinned broadly as she fitted the new arrow to the string, already anticipating a nice explosion once it found its mark.
"Don't go away mad, just go away..." The best line Clint never said.
#406785 - Assisting the PPD
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Originally Posted by DeviousMe
"You were so eager to know what abomination is Kri's master just a moment ago. Am I not abominable enough for your tastes...?"
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Mirel once more tapped her foot on the flying drones head, rather impatently.
While on the other hand theres some sort of giant monster potentially killing people over in this Kings Row, it seemed a bit more important, to me anyway, to go sort that problem first
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The Drone muttered under it's breath again at being called 'Yip yip'
"Fine, fine...was waiting to see if you were going to get eaten but it doesn't look like the case..."
"Hold on hefty McLargehuge..."
With that the Thrusts flared fully into life...blasting towards Kings Row.
Kings Row
The Beast seemed totally impassive about hitting the large robot, it didn't think, it merely existed, though being stuck in place with that Entangeling arrow was new, it simply stood stock still, continuing it's attack pattern.
The Missle hit, while it didn't do any real damage, the creature once again flickered red and flipped over onto it's back, one leg still pinned to the ground, it whirred and groaned in protest as the legs wiggled.
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Originally Posted by Techbot Alpha
Quicksilver grinned at the others who were obviously attempting to engage the giant Crab-Thing.
"One of the best, girl!" he quipped, motion-racking the slide on his morph-gun. Ok, he had to admit, he showed off at times. Surely he was allowed- A giant crab arm swung to meet him mid-skid. "Oh, f-" *CLANG* A moment later, the autobot crashed into a building opposite, spider-webbing the shattered brickwork and sliding down unceremoniously to land on his head. "-rag!.......Ow...." |
"Oops." she squeaked quietly, watching the unfortunate Autobot slide down to the ground. "Um sorr..."
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As the crab Beastys arm swung at The Robot Guy (( Quicksilver)) Ethan saw his opening and drew a bead on the underside of the crab arm where it joined the main body, slowing his breathing as he let the missile lock on target and with a small movement of the trigger completed the circuit that sent the warhead on its way..
The roar and back wash from the Missile Launcher drew the attention of a number of onlookers, and as Ethan hurriedly reloaded he scanned the faces hoping to see some signs of friendliness. Not slowing to see the effect of the first missile, and with a second round loaded Ethan move to his right to seek another shot. |
The Outsider rushed out of the way in panic the second someone's rocket blasted its way past some few metres above her, skidding toward the fallen robot in a manner not unlike a football (soccer) tackle until she had reached him.
"Okay, fine." she grumbled. "Everybody just wants to punch the damned thing with high explosives. Lovely. Suddenly staring down the barrel of a clockwork rifle again sounds real preferable right now."
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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Kings Row
The Beast seemed totally impassive about hitting the large robot, it didn't think, it merely existed, though being stuck in place with that Entangeling arrow was new, it simply stood stock still, continuing it's attack pattern. The Missle hit, while it didn't do any real damage, the creature once again flickered red and flipped over onto it's back, one leg still pinned to the ground, it whirred and groaned in protest as the legs wiggled. |
"Ok...now I'm ticked," he grumbled, a few joints clicking and whirring as they were shunted back into place.
So saying he ran, transformed, drove to within striking distance of the over-turned crab, and then switched back to robot mode fast enough to propel himself into the air, aiming to come down with an elbow-slam on the giant red button beneath the thing.
"Iiiin-comiiiinnng!"
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GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.
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NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.
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Ineloo giggled. She was starting to like this Warforged or whatever he was. He seemed funny and like he had a sense of the whimsical - something which she was glad to see considering that most people were far too serious in her experience.|
Originally Posted by Techbot Alpha
Quicksilver backflipped himself the right way up, turning with a slight flare to his optics.
"Ok...now I'm ticked," he grumbled, a few joints clicking and whirring as they were shunted back into place. So saying he ran, transformed, drove to within striking distance of the over-turned crab, and then switched back to robot mode fast enough to propel himself into the air, aiming to come down with an elbow-slam on the giant red button beneath the thing. "Iiiin-comiiiinnng!" |
She pulled back the string, aiming at the big red button and ready to loose her arrow as soon as he was clear. After all, she didn't want to cause any damage to someone who was an ally in this fight.
Today was turning out to be much more fun than she had expected when she got up this morning.
"Don't go away mad, just go away..." The best line Clint never said.
#406785 - Assisting the PPD
Elsewhere, the moon Titan...
Running away from an A.I. in cyberspace without a viable escape route is slightly more difficult than outrunning a bullet train while wearing cement shoes. Outmaneuvering said A.I. without an artificial sim running backup and calcs was slightly more difficult than performing a u-turn in zero gravity while traveling at relativistic velocities and without any form of propulsion. Finally, there was the issue of countering heckles thrown up by an A.I. Normally this was not a problem since A.I.s were always trapped behind their own ice systems, but the two currently trailing behind Tenor were not. That being said, countering the heckles they set up to trap him was only slightly more difficult than trying to stop an irresistible object with a strand of straw. In essence, both A.I.s could have flown circles around Tenor while also creating new ice networks from scratch around him faster than he could perceive them being constructed, assuming they decided to not just flatline him upon contact.
And yet, somehow, Tenor was managing it. He suspected that they were both mostly tied up countering each other. If anything, it looked like the rampant A.I. was slowly shutting down its last captor, who in return looked more like it was coincidentally running away in Tenor's general direction. Taking a gamble, Tenor decided to take his chances moving off to the side and establishing a new escape line. Maybe the two cyberspace black holes would be too enthralled in their own fight to care about him escaping. He veered off from his current platform and started opening drive routes in a twelve-site string that would launch him further away than either A.I. would be able to travel in a day. Then he could cash out, burn his deck and then attempt to acquire transit to the next system over as fast as humanly possible.
That did not happen. One of the A.I.s suddenly blipped out of existence. The winner slammed into him faster than he could react, and then he woke up in the real world.
Tenor blinked. He was still laying on his deck, tubes and wires all screwed in. The private room he had rented was exactly the same as he had left it, and his insurance man was glancing up at him. Scratch that - the insurance man was just now glancing over at the deck, halfway through the portal.
'Oh. I've flatlined. This is a nightmarish hell in my head conjured up by the clasm to torment me.'
An alien voice spoke in his head. #Not quite#
And then the deck fell through the portal entirely, snapping shut moments later.
Ethan called a time out, this place was too big and strange to wander, and that Crab machine did not look friendly. Swapping out the Blackhawk for the newly rebuilt Combat Shotgun, his preferred urban weapon, Ethan also suited up in a full set of Talon Combat Armour, lastly making sure Stim packs were to hand, Ethan now felt more ready to venture deeper into this Kings row region.