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Obsidian 2017/1/23 20:56
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With both ships docked we get to work on running full diagnostics and pouring over the Runt's logs. They were attacked with precision and the enemy knew where they were most vulnerable. Going over the schematics reveals some serious design flaws. No Infinitium plating, and no cloaking system. This ship is NOT my Runt. Moreover the Zero-Men running this show are still wearing our Generation one armors which crumble to dust with the slightest pressure. The chemical composition has been fundamentally altered. Judging by their backup armors their suits were composed of only Absorbium 80 which is great but inferior to my current armor's 120. No servos, barley and scanners to speak of, and positively none of their gear was flashed. Magical scans reveal a type of vampirism that literally pulled the life essence right out of them.
"Somebody was feeding?"
I say out loud without noticing.
"Not feeding." a voice from behind says "They were taking the life energy and collecting it."
I spin around to face the voice from behind me, weapons drawn and ready to go. Before me stands a woman roughly my height and wearing armor similar to the one I wore during my stint as God of Intrigue. Hers however, is covered in purple webbing and there's no sense of divine anything about her. Next to her stands...me...or at least another me again wearing my old armor. In fact it's the armor I wore during The Infinity-Man crisis. It's also composed of Absorbium 80, no servos but it has a few perks. God slayer is extended and the golden blade has their attention, and they appear to know exactly what it is capable of because neither of them make a move. The female speaks softly, calmly as if trying to talk down a crazed gunman. I'm not crazed...freaked out, but not crazed.
"Relax Obsidian, we only came here to talk."
"So talk."
I point the blade at the guy in my old armor.
"You be silent."
He doesn't seem happy but he complies.
"Okay sweetheart, you don't have long, security is on it's way and they are standard issue Mantis style troops so this better be good or it will be a very short conversation.
"Right. Okay here's the jist of it: An alien force of unknown origin and number is targeting the multiverse looking for the myriad versions of Obsidian Mask, aka you. Some of the survivors have banded together to combat them. Thus far with little success. They are Immune to magic, save for the most powerful type such as your sword, and are capable of negating Absorbium 80. They also seem to be searching for one Obsidian in particular, a Prime Obsidian if you will. We don't know what they want with the Prime but we're trying to get to him or her first."
"How do you know the prime isn't one of your group?"
"Because they're still searching."
"Okay, I have recently been through some serious clone crap and some life altering alternate reality crap. How about I call in a favor and see if the Black Scorpion can help?"
"That's a good thought," says the one I told to remain silent, "But the entire empire declined. In nearly every reality and time. They don't want to be involved."
"After all I have done for them? We'll see about that."
I call up Karr and he gives me a speech about temporal imperatives and protecting the multiversal time lines and a bunch of other crap that basically means they're no gonna help. But I don't let him off that easy.
"Fine, I get it Karr, but now it's time for me to collect on your debt. You said NOTHING was off the table and what I want is a simple request."
"We won't get involved directly."
"I don't need you to, I need you to send me something you already have. Something the Black Mantis designed just for me."
"Heh Heh Heh, I'm a step ahead of you my friend."
"Oh?"
"You've had it this whole time."
"Seriously? That bastard lied to me?"
"He used to do that pretty much regularly."
"Fine, then I rescind my demand for another time if it's all the same to you."
Purple can't believe her ears or eyes. Apparently she's never interacted with Mantis or his people and is somewhat stunned by the fact that I have a direct line.
"You know them? Personally?"
"I would assume we all do."
"No, we don't." interjects the one who was supposed to remain silent.
"Then how did you contact them?"
"Obsidian God of Intrigue"
At that moment the ships alarms nut out.
INTRUDER ALERT, INTRUDER ALERT, UNAUTHORIZED PRESENCE IN MAIN ENGINEERING. SECURITY TEAMS REPORT TO MAIN ENGINEERING The three of us make a Beeline to main engineering. If it's who we think it is, he's in the wrong place, and this is NOT the right day to be screwing with me or my ship.
The doors open and the first thing I see is Sabrina laid out against a nearby station her limp body slumped over. the engineering crew is in similar shape meaning their attacker is no joke. The two Obsidian's and I move cautiously into the room. Seemingly out of the shadows the lone alien figure grasps the male version of me by his helmet and I watch in horror as the life saving ore disintegrates in it's grasp, my alternate self lets out a scream for an instant and falls to the floor with a sickening thud. It turns it's attention to me and I smile beneath my domed helm. I move to avoid it's grasp but it's faster than it looks and it grabs a firm hold of my...Infinitium Helmet. The Black Mantis deceived me when I told him not to modify my armor and to only upgrade it. This guy DID NOT get the memo and until today neither did I. He seems confused and attempts to dissolve my faceplate once again but I'm done with this. My weapons unlike my brethren's ARE flashed and I show this bastard exactly what that means as put three very large holes in him blowing his head clean off his torso. As it hits the ground it begins dissolving into an unidentifiable puddle of goo.
The spider lady is stunned. Quickly I run over to Sabrina who is luckily still alive, although a bit broken. The remaining Engineers are in similar shape. Medics arrive in no time along with a forensics squad.
Spider Lady walks up and like a winded fangirl exclaims
"That was freaking AWESOME!!! You totally Owned that alien asshole!"
Staring down at her partner her tone becomes more somber.
"That's usually the result of our conflicts, if they touch you, you die. No ifs ands or buts about it."
Through my own communications I hear my voice
"42 what is your situation, we detected an anomaly report."
"We're all good here sir, our guy took out one of the invaders, and sir...They touched his face."
"I think you may have located our Prime."
"Why's that?"
"The invaders abandoned all other Ops almost simultaneously. All groups are reporting back...You better bring your guy in. How is 22?"
"He...he didn't make it."
"Understood, he was a good man. Report back ASAP."
She turns to me but before she can speak I stop her.
"Let me clean up this mess and get the ball rolling from here. You stay till I'm ready, a day, two at the most and then I'll come meet your friends."
I don't like any of this but her friends may have answers I need. For now I need to get some things squared away here. |
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![](http://heromorph.com/heromorph2/images/icons/no_posticon.gif) Re: Wrrong ship, wrong day Uh oh, the aliens are getting ready to close in. Another strong chapter and a very good action shot to go along with it. I really like the tilted view, dynamic poses and interesting composition.
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