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| The Black Knight
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| Thunderbolt vs Bloodstreak
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| Bloodstreak is a merciless assassin and former mercenary. Her combat skills are only surpassed by her super powers which at one time allowed her to run at mach-plus speeds. After a contract with the villain known as Dominion her powers were enhanced to make her nearly the equal of Thunderbolt in speed alone. Additionally she has the power to leave viscous trails of crimson red. The material at first seems to be blood but is n fact a form of grease. Bloodstreak also has the ability to absorb kinetic energy which she can release on contact, this power when combined with her superspeed means she is constantly charged with kinetic energy. |
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| Obsidian Dossier
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Name: Obsidian Mask
Real Name: Rusquion T’ura
Age: 327 (Solaran cycles)
Height: 5ft 5in
Weight: 147 lbs (172 in armor)
Eye color:Aquamarine (Cybernetic eyes glow blue)
Hair Color: Blond
Species: Luminesti Elf (Solaran formerly)
Vocation: Ninja/Mercenary
Siblings: 6 3 brothers 3 sisters (all deceased)
Birth Rank 3rd of 7
Known Relatives: Miridia (1st wife deceased), Sarah Dashel (2nd wife deceased), Jenara (Daughter), Arethan (son)
Other known Relatives: None
Known Associates:Crimson Mask, Cobalt Mask, The Scions of Justice, PRIDE, The Sathari Empire. IGFW sTAR Command.
Int: 14 (140 IQ)
Agl: !9
Str: 14 (50 in armor)
End: 15 (75 In Armor)
Psy: 18 (Minor Psionic Defenses)
Pre: 19 (Elven DNA)
History: Born on earth in the 20th century Obsidian was once a human. He was accidentally summoned across space and time by a Mage. After some adventures he realized he was too old and out of shape to continue adventuring and so sought out magics to extend his life span. To that end he had himself transformed into a Luminesti elf forsaking his humanity and Solaran roots for all time. Obsidian became embroiled in the "Millennium Wars" fighting on the side of the IGFW and it's allies (Namely Earth). Using the skills he acquired as an adventurer Obsidian quickly rose in rank and was recruited into a black ops branch where he was trained by the alien Oni who worked with him for nearly 50 years before giving their approval and naming him "Ninja". Obsidian later was recruited by the mysterious Black Mantis who sought his services as an operative. While Obsidian refused permanent employment with the Black mantis he did take assignments over a period opf 100 years. Payment for those assignments has taken the form of his ship, his sword and his technology, as well as his crew.
Armor and weapons:
Absorbium 80 power armor: Obsidian's armor was once a heavy suit that provided no enhancements other than Camouflage and Energy Absorption. After an encounter with the villain Dominion, his suit was upgraded and while less absorptive boasts agility, speed, and strength enhancements. Both suits have Contra-Grav systems allowing him to change his point of gravity to any angle he chooses. The most recent upgrade to Obsidian's armor incorporates Absorbium 120 which can be used like Absorbium 80 with similar effectiveness with only one quarter the quantity. When used without restrictors Absorbium 120 can actually absorb life energy which is what makes it so very difficult to manufacture.
Admantine Vibro-claws: Obsidian has 2 retractable claws that while not indestructible can cut through virtually any material.
Gauntlets: Obsidian's bracers boast a wide array of surveillance, intrusion., and computer systems as well as kinetic relays which allow him to unleash stored energy into a kinetic pulse by punching a target.
Obsidian's Helmet has a wide variety of optics allowing him to see in every spectrum including x-ray. (Currently his cybernetic eyes allow him to do this without the helmet). His cybernetic eyes have similar capabilities though to a lesser degree. The helmet also have interfaces that work with all of the weapon systems of his various vehicles.
Self Contained Atmosphere: Obsidian's armor incorporates a complete self contained environment complete with food dispensaries as well as oxygen and waste direcycling. It has an energy supply that can be charged simply by kinetic impact.
Zero-Weapons: All of Obsidian's firearms are outfitted with smart systems allowing him to see through the barrel like a scope. They all support Variable round systems with nearly every type of ammunition imaginable. His guns have been enchanted so that ammunition is never depleted. They are each constructed with pure Infinitium shells making them indestructible by normal means.
Infinitium Blade: A gift from the Black Mantis Obsidian's sword can cast any spell he knows of at 5 times his power rank (Obsidian is currently rank 27) but only while the blade is retracted. The sword can cut through steel as easily as waving a stick through air and is highly enchanted so as to be able to affect even Deitic beings. The blade is semi sentient and can follow basic commands such as teleporting. The blade is absolutely lethal to anyone but Obsidian who can command anyone holding it to die. Obsidian has named the sword Godslayer and thus far it lives up to its name. The sword also boasts energy blade capabilities using a form of Anti-Matter Containment which allows objects to pass through a field containing Anti-Matter yet does not allow the Anti-Matter to escape. The damage from this version of the sword is nearly incalculable.
Flashing: All of the aforementioned gear is flashed, a process involving implants which allows said items to appear on the user at will so long as the item and the user are in the same dimension otherwise distance is not a factor.
Section-7 command Recommendations: Approach with extreme caution DO NOT confront directly.
Obsidian is known to take assignments from the figure known as he Black mantis, who may possibly be inclined to render aid do NOT confront the Black mantis under any circumstance. Should the Black Mantis become involved in any of Obsidian Mask's operations observe and report back immediately and DO NOT engage. |
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| Back in the day
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/4/3 16:50
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| Obsidian and his former Master "Aoi Hasu" as they and a small band of commandos infiltrate a Hadean tank production facility during the "Millennium Wars". |
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| More Questions than Answers
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/12/1 17:01
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"Ahhh the spoils of a job well done" Shanara thinks to herself as the pulsing music of the live band playing at the very exclusive "Emerald Cup" pulses through her ears and the alcohol courses through her body gently numbing her cares away. The job had been worth every ounce of terror and trouble. Perched on chair she stares intently into the pleasure drone's blue eyes and it dances a swirls around the simple pole on the stage, it twists and writhes to the exotic rhythms. The mul;ti-colored lights play off the mirror almost hypnotically. Pleasure drones are expensive but she had more than enough to buy one of the really good ones...besides relationships are hard and there's nobody she trusts..."Yeah, I'll get one of those...a really hot one too. Yeah"
2 hours earlier....
I have been hunting this thief for days now and I have had informants try to kill me, Cops harass me, and even one guy who tried to run me over. Someone has been doing there damnedest to see to it I don't track this thief whoever she may be, At this moment however I'm running full steam after a Gobelian named "Neezle" who is apparently a marathon runner, and when I catch him I'm gonna break his thrice-damned legs. Down alleys we slip and slide a fresh rain making the wet streets slick with freshly loosened oils, I fall as I turn a corner I'm not hurt but I am pissed. "I don't want to hurt you Neezle, stop running!!" My words fall on deaf ears as he tears off again but I'm done with this cat and mouse crap.
"You ready for some help, Mister "I got this."? Spydra's tone is rife with sarcasm and I'm not letting this guy go for the sake of pride.
"Okay fine you're a go."
"I'm sorry what?"
"I said you're a go."
"You can do better. What's the magic word?"
"Please."
"Good boy, there's a cookie with your name on it waiting for you at home."
"Ha ha very funny just catch the little.."My words fall short as I clear a fence and round the corner to find the Gobelian in a cocoon with only his face poking out and Spydra perched upon the Street light the little bastard is suspended from. With my hands on my knees I gasp as I try to catch my breath, I'm covered in street gunk and oil and whatever the hell else was in the various puddles I fell into. As I catch my breath I remove my right glove and...Punch that bastard dead in the face, as hard as I can under my own power...the suit's servos would've killed him and we don't want that do we?
"I though you said you weren't gonna hurt me? The Gobelian complains as blood runs from his nose.
"You didn't stop did you?"
"Good point."
"Now all I want from here on, is the answer to a simple question."
"Depends on the question."
Spydra hoists him up so that they're eye to eye, to eye, to eye, to...she has a lot of eyes...it's creepy actually. Her voice is grating and the mandibles on her mask flex as she says.
"Don't be coy, you can either profit from your cooperation, or your refusal to cooperate can be the last stupid thing you ever do."
Acid drips from her mandilbes only a hair's distance from his face, and it's clear he's intimidated. Spydra knows her business boy, I usually have to shoot them in the leg...or tentacle...or whatever, before they talk. Not her though, she's got a fearsome presence and a creepy shtick. Spiders are normally creepy anyway and most folks are scared to death of them anyway. This one is man-sized and stands upright...nevermind the fact that it's a costume.
"Alright,"His voice cracks as he speaks, "What do you want to know?"
"A thief came here a few days ago."
"We get a lot of those, you'll have to be more specific."
I project a hologram of our culprit and the green little troll turns ghost white. Jackpot, he knows everything.
"Spill it."
"O-okay b-but you didn't hear this from me."
"Hear what?"
"This chick calls herself "Raptor" she flew in a couple days back with a big gold colored orb, there was a lot of bets about what was in it or that the case was worth a ton of cash by itself."
"More." Spydra adds tightening her grip.
"There was a bunch of professionals who let it get out that they wanted a piece of the action."
"...and..."
"And they all ended up dead, not just dead but cut into tiny little pieces."
"...and?..."
"The cut's were cleaner than a laser, even their weapons were cut clean through...No one has ever seen anything like it."
I have. My sword is very capable of making mono-molecular cuts, but it's very special. Could the Black Mantis have an traitor in his in midst? I hope not, the mere thought of that is horrifying.
"The thief, where is she?"
"Word is she took her payday and is living it up, in the rich side of the colony. She spends her nights hanging out at the "Emerald Cup". That's all I know, now can you let me down?"
I give Spydra the nod and she drops the little worm. I pull out my sword and with a precision slice I cut Neezle loose. He looks at the mono-molecular cut and to my amusement, loses control of his bladder. In an instant he's off like a shot having jumped to the wrong conclusion. Ah that's some good funny right there.
In moments we arrive at the "Emerald Cup". The bouncer steps up to stop us and I flash my bounty hunter license at him. He dismisses it with the words
"That ain't gonna get you in buddy."
It's the last coherent thing he says for the rest of the night as I toss a Neuralizer pack at him and he begins projectile vomiting.
As Spydra and I step through the doors all eyes are on us. Quickly and silently folks start shuffling out, leaving their food and drink where they they sit. These folks are hip to trouble, except for a couple of brave souls who want to see some action. The thief is in the members only area perched in a chair intently watching the sexy little lady droid shaking it's ass. I draw my pistol and level it to the base of her head. Just then the manager comes up to object and Spydra wrenches his arm in a "Chicken Wing' and he lets out a yelp. The thief never takes her eyes off the dancer, who is now frozen in mid movement as if frozen.
"I knew it was to damned easy. Everything was just going way too smooth."
"I have some questions and you can answer them here or..."
"Or what you'll kill me? I don't think so. I'm no good to you dead."
"That's where you're wrong, I can have you resurrected repeatedly. That means I can kill you over and over in all new exciting ways each time."
A bead of sweat trickles down the side of her face as she contemplates the darkness of that last statement.
"You want to know who hired me?"
"That's as good a place to start as any."
"Too bad, I never saw his face, and he didn't give his name."
"Where's the case?"
"I gave it to the man in black."
"And?"
"he'll kill me if I tell you."
"I thought we already established what I'd do if you didn't?"
"You don't scare me as much as he does." Without warning I grab the her by the hair and slam her face onto the stage with enough force to do some real damage. She just looks at me smugly and spits out several of her teeth.
"You'll have to do better than-"
Her sentence ends abruptly as her body slumps to the floor, her hair, still held firmly between my fingers, now pulls taut under the weight of her severed head. The droid looks terrified but remains motionless. Without a word Spydra flings the club manger to one side and we both begin looking for the assailant but to no avail. I draw my blade and attempt to resurrect her but nothing happens...nothing happens? The magic contained in my sword has no mortal equal in the galaxy, even the best mages would be hard pressed to come close to it's power, yet I get nothing. There's only one spell that can destroy a soul and it isn't known in this universe. Every clue keeps leading me to the same conclusion: This has been an inside job. I need to tell the Black Mantis, worse I need to report our failure to retrieve Parata's head. We'll take the body to our ship and see what clues we can glean from it. |
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| Obsidian despises confronting non-corporeal beings...they can only be killed in melee and many of them can fly. |
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| The Sensational Spydra
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/3/30 13:09
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| After accidentally deleting my save of this costume I have rebuilt Spydra from the ground up. I'd love some feedback. |
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Obsidian Sci-fi 2015/3/28 21:54
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| many worlds exist where magic has replaced technology in nearly every facet of day to day life and beyond. Such worlds offer magical items ta low prices and nearly flooded commercial markets. The IGFW was lobbied by several conglomerates to restrict such sales stating an inability to compete with items that last nearly forever. Of course this is not exactly true and most magical items have a limited number of uses (making them easier to create) and are expensive to recharge (unless one is a mage). Many laws were passed governing the export and sales of magical items but still many individual purchases continue. |
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| Wonder Woman Low res
Obsidian DC Comics 2020/4/8 16:15
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| Part 2 of my Low-resolution series this wonder woman uses more props than any other low res hero I have made to date. Despite wearing the least amount of clothing. Sorry fans no Gal Gadot version this time but I am working on it. |
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| Vocation: Professional Thief
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Professional thieves are not your run of the mill pickpocket or dime store hood. No, they are concerned with the "Big Score" vaults, jewels, and priceless works of art are their forte. The professional is adept with advanced alarm systems, and sneaking past high tech surveillance devices. They avoid run-ins with the police but can be quite dangerous when cornered. The professional will often have training in acrobatics and martial arts and carry a variety of tools that are task specific. Professional thieves can find a fence anywhere but their fences usually only deal in high end items, either for sale or purchase. This makes professional thieves better then most at finding hard to acquire items. Professional thieves regard finesse above brute force and skill above all else. They have skill similar to assassins including the art of disguise although they are not stone cold killers. If a Professional thief can catch an opponent unawares they have a chance to render them unconscious. Prerequisites are Agility, and Intelligence.
Pictured here is the notorious thief known to the authorities as the "Phantom." this image is the only one in existence as the Prowler is meticulous at remaining unseen. The Prowler has stolen an estimated 3.5 billion credits worth of various items including a couple military weapons, and top secret devices. The Phantom, while difficult to hire is available for solo contracts and NEVER works with a team. |
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| Conclusion
Obsidian Original Characters 2017/4/19 18:29
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Back aboard my ship, We've contacted the Scions and the I.G.F.W. To turn over our prisoner and clear my name of all charges. According to the Scions they Vizier I killed created the clone which would mean it no longer has a master to obey. Long story short, he's now recognized as a sentient being, but under the clone act of 3767 there are limitations to his rights. The Federation has a ship waiting and two officers on our transporter pad waiting to take him away. Due to the extenuating circumstances they'll keep the death penalty off the table and I have thrown in a good word to adjust his sentence so that he's doing a form of community service... I have a history with them and since he shares my skills the I.G.F.W. would be fools to not utilize his skills. I find out that Aini is pregnant which was bound to happen sooner or later and despite being knocked around by Abominous the the still tiny fetus is none the worse for wear. Ai isn't exactly happy being first wife and all and I've set up a memorial for Nairi, and Shavi, though to be honest there are now words to describe the loss we're all feeling right now. As I escort my clone to the teleport pad, I can't help but ask.
"So, Have you decided what you want to do about your identity?"
"Not really. Obviously I need a new name but I haven't decided on anything."
"I'm sure you'll pick something great. Any word on how long the federation brass think you need to serve?"
"They're talking about a life sentence for each person I killed."
"That's a shit load of time."
"Yeah."
"Just remember, I'll keep trying to get your time reduced as often as I can."
"Don't worry about it. Take care of the girls...and the ship...and the crew. It's your family."
"Yours too...if you want it."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. The girls told me how you fought for them...you care at least as much as I do."
"yeah but...that's when I thought I was you."
"You still kind ado though."
"I have all these memories...but I know they're not mine."
"So take this opportunity to make new ones...just don't let this experience make you bitter."
"I don't think I have that in me."
My clone steps up on the teleport pad and the two federation officers shackle him. I can't help but think that if my clone wanted to, those restraints wouldn't stop him from escaping. I will not soon forget his last words to me Ai, and Aini.
"The family is getting bigger...it's nice to have a...brother. Take care."
He never chose to do any of the things he is responsible for doing and he'll be serving a very long sentence for it. With any luck it won't change who he is, and the next time we cross paths it'll be a happy occasion. Now I have to get back to the day to day grind of living. We never did figure out what the goal of cloning me was. I still don't know what to make of seeing Danielle...maybe it was delirium...but then again maybe not. I'm calling this one a day and going to take a nice long break from work. I set course straight for Ferusian space. The ship needs maintenance and the crew needs some well deserved shore leave.
The darndest thing is...I still don't know how Abominous captured me in the first place...too many loose ends on this one. I hate loose ends.
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I don't do very much pinup art as I prefer my ladies with full armor/clothing and just common sense images, but I thought I should try my hand at it just to keep my skills up and to add pinup art to my portfolio. How do you think i did for my first attempt.
In this scene a woman (with a cybernetic arm) is conversing with her apartment AI. |
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| Doctor Omega and Fred
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/5/21 13:30
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| Doctor Omega, is the mysterious inventor of a projectile-shaped spacecraft dubbed Cosmos which can also function on land and under water. The Cosmos is 13 meters long and 3 meters in diameter. It outer hull is composed of is an element found only on one asteroid thus far (all of which has been used in the construction of the Cosmos) called Repulsite which when charged warps space\time barrier and enables it to travel in the temporal plane thus allowing for time travel. The interior is divided into four sections, the ship powered by the unique Omnicore drive which uses compressed antimatter derived from Quadrocite to power the small vessel. The windows are composed of Stellite (a transparent form of Repulsite). In addition to the pilot compartment, the sections of the ship include a cargo bay/armory, and ample sleeping quarters as well as a highly advanced temporal navigation room. It is important to note that Repulsite creates within the ship a type of temporal displacement field which causes those within to remain unaffected by any changes in the space/time continuum. Doctor Omega is a rare specimen indeed being an immortal and human, he is impervious to all forms of death save for extremes (disintegration, dissection, decapitation, and full body compression or the like) The doctor can be temporarily "Killed" by normal means during which time his body regenerates. Using a soul Stone the good doctor's life long companion Fred (The last Racaenoid in existence.) remains alive so long as the good Doctor does...their life forces inexorably linked to one another. Fred has all of the same weaknesses as the doctor with the notable exception that Fred is not harmed by non magical conventional weaponry. Fred also possesses cybernetic implants which glow brightly beneath his skin. The implants grant Fred superhuman speed (up to 550 mph), and colossal strength (Fred can lift in excess of 100 tons), Fred, while not highly intelligent does have enough experience to pilot the cosmos through both space and time and can plot rudimentary courses and activate the on board medical equipment. |
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"Whatsamatter chrome dome? Somebody break your little heart? Cry me a river Luminesti, and honestly, grow up. How old are you 3-400 years old and still acting like you're 85?" The Dakkalfar's word sting, but I have to admit she's right.
"C'mon metalhead, I'll help you get out of that funk that you're in. This is my town and you are in for one helluva good time...asuming you'll step out of that armor, you know the one you wear on the inside and the outside." she says with a smirk poking her finger into my chest plate. Thus far the only elves I have ever interacted with were my own kind and honestly they didn't seem to care for my company very much, like there's something wrong with me, but this little dark elf isn't like that and I gotta say it's a bit refreshing. Maybe ...just maybe, I can let down my guard for a little bit. It's gonna suck like all hell if I'm wrong though. |
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| Not all outposts are barren wastelands, some are very productive societies, even those which are remote still have all the accommodations of home. One can live very well in the farthest reaches of the 5 galaxies...with the right companionship. |
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| Northwind
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/7/1 2:55
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With arctic powers and supreme control over cold and ice Northwind is considered to be among the most powerful Gen-Abs to ever originate from Earth. I need an Ice-man type character. Good Name right?
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Finally, I track that sonofabitch down, and after another foot chase he tries to give me the slip by hopping in his ship again but I'm one step ahead of him this time and as I leap from the flight deck a thousand feet above the planet's surface, I summon the Wraith. In an instant it appears beneath me as if by magic. A split second later and I'm on his ass. For the first time since this began I have the upper hand and Razor knows it. He points his nose to the ground no doubt he figures his smaller ship can outmaneuver mine. He's wrong, the Wraith is a flying death machine of grace and beauty and she moves with agility unheard of for a craft of her size. We skim the surface just a few feet off the ground and around obstacles weaving in and out at blinding speeds. I never look at the controls keeping my eyes on the tiny craft as Razor desperately tries to escape. I know he wants to hyper-jump but he can't while I'm on him. He dips down into a canyon but it won't help him, the Wraith easily navigates the twisting terrain. Suddenly he pulls straight up and takes off like a shot. He's making a break for it but that won't help him either. I arm my cannons and fire randomly, I don't want to kill him just make him panic. As we clear the planet's atmosphere we scream towards a nearby asteroid field. Suddenly I hear Razor's voice over my comms.
"You know you can't catch me right? Not in that bulky thing. Sure you've got speed and you can maneuver in atmosphere but my ship was built for space. You won't win."
There's too much rage inside me and all I can muster is the phrase.
"You're a dead man."
He heads for a nearby asteroid field and we bob and weave though rocks the size of mountains and as soon as he's clear he makes the jump...just like I planned. I get his coordinates and punch them into the nav computer and make the jump to hyperspace. I come out just in time to see his tiny little craft slow down, he thinks he's lost me and that's when I let loose with a torpedo, it detonates taking out his shields and it's a simple matter for my guns to take him down. he treats off towards a nearby planet, at full burn, another base presumably. As we breach the atmosphere a dozen Hadean fighters join the fray, their funeral. I launch several F.A.F. (fire and forget) drones and continue after Razor. The drones will make short work of any pilots that were stupid enough to attack me. Their small size makes them hard to target and they pack considerable firepower. Razor's ship continues to fall apart and I watch as one of his engines explodes bursting into flames, an engine panel whizzes by my canopy but I never flinch. My scanners pick up a base nearby and I lock onto it with a heavy torpedo. The torpedo detonates a split second later leaving a gaping hole and destroying any possibility of rescue for Razor. His crippled ship makes a bee line for one of the few remaining hangars and I'm right on his tail. His landing isn't graceful in the slightest and he tears up the runway . As soon as the wraith is close enough I leap from the cockpit and onto the flight deck. Razor stumbles out of the wreckage with the grace of newborn foal. In an instant I'm on him, but I discover all too quickly that his clumsy staggering was a ruse. His blade narrowly misses my head as I slide under the stroke. I grip the ground fwith my gauntleted fingers for traction to slow my speed, and turn to face him in a three point stance. My blade instantly teleports into my hand and we square off. His armor is an even match for my own so just like our last encounter this fight is gonna come down to skill. Our swords clash, and I'm certain my 2 dimensional infinitium sword will easily lop his bullshit mythril blade in half, but no. One deadly slash after another and the sparks fly. Again and again, we test each other's skills and it looks like a stand off until I do something unexpected...
"Razor, you know you did something stupid right?"
"Oh, and what pray tell, is that?" We are evenly matched, there's no way you can take me."
"you're right." I say with a smile, "But you took too long to finish me and let this fight last long enough for my sword to charge. So you'll be fighting it instead of me."
Oh how I wish I could seen the look on his face as I release the handle and the enchanted sword flies of it's own free will. It is a sight to behold, and there's no way Razor can't keep both me and my blade in his sights, and I take full advantage. I tackle him to the floor with an impact hard enough to send his blade flying. Sitting on top of him I begin slamming my fist into his head repeatedly. Razor tries to use his clawed fingers to slice my mask while grabbing my wrist in his other hand. I edge my fist closer and closer to his face and just inches away I release the hidden mythril blade from my cybernetic arm I can feel the sudden panic as he doubles his effort to claw my face off.
"You, can't beat me like this Obsidian, our armors are too evenly matched. NNgh What do you argh, hope to accomplish?"
"We were evenly matched, until you cut my arm off."
I don't switch off the mic, as I tell my onboard computer:
"Computer, transfer additional power to cybernetics!"
Slowly my Arm-blade creeps toward the underside of his jaw millimeter by precious millimeter as he feels the point he tilts his head away but to no avail, the tip moves steadily closer. As the blade cuts through his armor he makes a sickening gurgle and I feel his grip tighten, as the tip sinks through the roof of his his mouth and into his brain he he squeezes tightly, his right hand opens and closes as if trying to grasp some unseen object and then suddenly with a final spasm and a shudder he ceases to be. His body relaxes and the blade plunges to it's full length until I can see an inch of the it poking out of the top of his helmet. I give a final twist for good measure and his body convulses violently and then goes limp. At last I have my revenge, the clan has it's debt, and I have his sword...as I walk back to my hovering ship I never look back, tossing an anti-matter grenade over my should as I leap into the cockpit. A moment later as my craft screams through the atmosphere the base explodes with 10 megatons of explosive power. I head back for the Lillun, with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Killing is never easy for me and killing slowly is even less so. I think I'm gonna go get drunk. |
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| Knightowl
Obsidian Original Characters 2017/9/3 19:30
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Guardian f the streets, and deputized officer of the law...Knightowl patrols the shadows. Ever watchful ever vigilant.
Demetrius Wendel, is a wealthy philanthropist whose playboy day life would mislead many into believing he is hardly the responsible sort. However, DeWen industries CEO IS considered a conservationist humanitarian. High above his central HQ in the historical "Empire State Building" Demetrius sheds his playboy persona to become the Knightowl...caped avenger and shining knight to the people below.
Is that Corball enough? I was going for a Batman-esque intro reminiscent of the 50's |
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Obsidian Original Characters 2016/8/20 11:06
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At one point early in my novel the SS Runt makes a run for it after rescuing Panterra from the planet of Ferusi. With Ferusian battle cruisers in hot pursuit the Runt makes a desperate play opening a fold gate near the sun of Ferusian system. A gamble that nearly destroys the Runt along with several Ferusian ships.
Side note: The planet of Ferusi has it's own global shield system via a network of satellite emitters powered by solar energy. Half of the grid is always facing the sun granting a limitless supply of energy at all times. Ships colliding with the shield meet the same fate as if crashing into the planet itself. SWhip that manage to breach the shield are greeted by the full might of the Ferusian space fleet garrisoned there. |
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| Her name is...
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/6/25 18:49
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The Black Mantis had tricked me...but good. 20 million credits for every slave in the market...a day I'll never forget. I'll never forget it because of one slave in particular. She was tiny only 4 ft 6 inches...and she seemed frail. She was of a demonic species, what they call a category one...a servant. Her very essence tied to service no matter how cruel the master. But there was so much more to it...she was empathic...a genetic empath and until I left Moonshadow I had no idea what that meant. Her entire species was created to be the perfect mate...she is everything I ever wanted and everything I could ever want and if my tastes changed then so would she...she could be what I didn't even know I wanted. The problem is, I don't want her...it doesn't seem right and she knows it...she is doing everything right and I fear I may break down...it's not exactly a bad thing...one thing is certain...she's beautiful...and gets smarter by the day and she has all the skills of a top notch assassin...she is a perfect match. She went from shy and sheepish to fierce and independent almost overnight. She sleeps at the foot of my bed, the only compromise I could get her to make, my other choice was next to me and I'm mortal enough that I knew I'd give in to temptation at some point. Yes the Black Mantis had set me up and I'm certain he's getting a real kick out of this.
After a few weeks with her as my ...consort, assistant? I discovered that she was very young for a demon being only 50 years old. She absorbs information like a sponge and can adjust her appearance to suit her mate. However, she can never completely hide her demonic nature, meaning the horns and tail are package deal. They are cute though...Argh...see what I mean she's designed, no engineered to get inside your head. I find myself thinking about her and admiring her shape...the way her breasts heave when she giggles....DAMN IT! I did it again! When she walks in the room I lose my train of thought...
"Master, I have prepared your dinner, are you ready to eat?"
She smiles a perfect smile and I smell the scent of fresh flowers...Pheromones no doubt...that's not gonna help. The clothes she chooses to wear are exactly what I would want for someone like her..not exactly revealing but suggestive yet classy...The last couple of weeks with her have been a bloody nightmare. I don't have to resist but she thinks of herself as my slave and she STILL calls me Master. I'd release her but it would literally kill her...her species cannot survive if they don't bond with someone to serve and once bonded they cannot bond with anyone until their bond mate dies...they are magically connected and also spiritually. As Magic goes it's a masterwork of creation...but in my case...I want a mate who wants to be with me because she CHOOSES to.
"Master?"
I look up and she has this puzzled expression on her adorable face. DAMN IT! My thoughts linger on her especially when she's near.
"Sorry, what?"
"Your dinner master, it is ready and the table is set if you are hungry."
"Oh yes, of course I'll be right there."
She cooks like a professional chef, every meal is an experience, there's nothing I enjoy that she isn't exceptionally gifted at. Yeah are you beginning to see the problem yet?
"Everything looks delicious. Thank you. Are you going to finally join me? It's okay to eat at the table."
"No Master I may not, it is for you to enjoy."
"Seriously, we have to get you to stop calling me that...and you NEED a name!"
"It is for you to gift me with a name Master."
AAAARGH!!!! I can't win! Now I have to name her too? It's not like naming a puppy or even a child and I have named several of each.
"Fine, let me sleep on it and I'll come up with something tomorrow."
"As you wish master."
She smiles and her face lights up with excitement at the prospect of me naming her. She can't break any of her demonic rules and it is something I am coming to terms with. As she walks out of the room I can't help but watch her perfect ass sashay side to side...I don't know how much longer I can hold out.
The next morning I wake to her cute face inches from mine instantly I find myself wondering "Holy crud did I finally give in and sleep with her?" Frantically I start running a check list...underwear, check, blankets, check, her clothe still on, check. Whew a close one. I turn my attention back to her.
"Um good morning, can I help you?"
Excitedly she says "You slept on it and today is my naming day yes master?"
"Ah yes, I didn't mean I would dream your name."
"Of course not master" she says with the cutest giggle I ever heard (Damn it!). "I have prepared your breakfast and set out your clothes for today."
"Okay let me shower and I'll be right out."
"I shall keep your meal warm for you Master."
It took some doing but I managed to get her to agree to not bathe me...the first time she tried that Moonshaddow nearly punched her through a wall...in the end though she decided that was cute..but out of bounds...turns out Gods can order demons to do whatever they want
I step out of the shower and on my night stand is a piping hot cup of perfect coffee. Honestly as a personal assistant she is flawless. She takes care of things I forgot I even needed to do...like contact Harley on Ferusi. Who is settling nicely into his new role as High Justiciar, but as it turns out he will be leaving Ferusi since according to how the Sathari do things, it turns out it's my private property and the High Justiciar according to Sathari tradition, must rule from a world gifted to him by the emperor. I was supposed to meet with him for the transition and to re-establsh rule there. The date is set for the meeting and as I contemplate all of that my little demon walks into the room looking hotter than she ever has and I notice right away that her blue skin is no longer blue. As I stare at her flawless frame I completely forget I'm only wearing a towel...something that becomes readily apparent to both of us as she stares downward, her eyes filled with excitement.
"Master? I thought you did not want me to..."
"What? U'm NO...HELL NO!!! I'm sorry I didn't...I mean that is..." frantically I garb my pants and cover my...problem. "What...uh...can I um....What do you want?"
"I was only checking to see if you were ready?"
"No I'm not exactly...and...Why aren't you blue?"
"Blue is the color of an unbound. You would call it...I do not know the word...like a child before it reaches adulthood. On our naming day we reach maturity"
Holy crap she was a child!?!? ...aaaand naming her completes some sort of prerequisite for adult hood way to go dumb ass! Well that would explain the new...more impressive...proportions...yeah like she wasn't hot enough before.
"I will wait for you in the kitchen Master."
"Yeah um okay."
She walks out and I can't help but stare again...this is getting bad fast.
I stare at the floor as I sit at the table...another perfect meal waiting. She walks up behind me and places a fresh cup of coffee as I finish the last of a divine breakfast...and I feel myself wishing that she'd place those perfect lips on my neck...yeah...that'd be great. As I day dream about that...I suddenly realize....I"M NOT FREAKING DAYDREAMING!!!
Worse yet...I don't want her to stop. Suddenly, it's done deal and my desires win over my willpower. Everything she does is perfect and my mind is lost in every perfect curve of her body. hear hair, the way she smells, and tastes. It's mind blowing and even though she isn't a telepath it's like she can read my mind. Hours later I collapse in a heap with her atop me. She places her head over my heart and runs her fingers across my chest...I know I should probably feel guilty but I just don't. Just then she says.
"What a perfect day master, my naming day and my first time all on the same day it's wonderful."
"That um was your first time? No offense but you seemed like you'd done that before."
"Oh Master, my species can read body language and we instinctively know what to do for our lovers...it's even better the second time."
"The second time?" My words are cut short, and my day is complete bust...I haven't spent a day in bed like this before though...in 300 plus years I can honestly say this is like nothing I have ever experienced and I have bedded a Goddess!
True to her word the second time around was phenominal...Oh I gotta send the Balck Mantis an apology letter and a Gift basket.
Only one name comes to mind Aini Quenya in or Angel Divine in the tongue of men. I name her this because there is no way she can be a demon. The next three weeks we spend all of our time together, and I notice that she seems happier than she has been since I've known her. A part of me wonders...is she happy or is it just her programming? She surprises me one day with a request...she wants to accompany me to Ferusi...in full armor and weapon loadout. I don't doubt she can handle herself and since there's no real risk in visiting my own planet I agree. As she steps out from Ray's lab my jaw practically hit the floor The design of her armor is very familiar and I'm sure it's intentional...Purple accents though...not something I would've chosen. Could that mean she's finally exceeding her genetic programming?When we land planetside Harley is noticeably taken back. I'm sure he didn't expect to see me and a plus one. Harley greets me cheerfully as always.
"Bro, good to see you. You helping my move the big stuff?"
"Hah, you have jokes I see."
"And who do we have here?"
"This is..." Aini cuts me off mid sentence.
"I am Violet Mask...Obsidian's personal bodyguard! You may address me as Aini though High Justiciar. It is a pleasure to meet any of my master's extended family."
I'm stunned...if anyone could see inside my helmet they'd tell me to close my mouth. What was that? Over my internal comms I hear Aini's cute little voice say...
"Was that too much master? I wanted your bro to take me seriously I hope I was not too out of line."
"Uh no you were good...a bit unexpected but yeah...run with it."
Harley shakes her hand and turns to me.
"Since when do you need a personal bodyguard?"
"It's something I'm doing for diplomatic stuff...it doesn't look good to be all Ninja paranoid you know?"
"I feel you bro, well let's get inside and get the paperwork out of the way."
I spend the rest of the day bullshitting with my old friend and feeling rather impressed with Aini...ho would've thought she'd have that in her? If I had any doubts about her free will they faded fast. |
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| Chase to ground
Obsidian Original Characters 2015/8/3 13:45
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| Slave Trade
Obsidian Sci-fi 2014/12/21 9:55
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| Slave markets exist within the five galaxies but are only legal on one planet within the IGFW. There are laws which prevent the freeing of slaves within Federation space though often IGFW officers are unwilling to enforce them. In the Sathari empire Slavery has only recently been abolished at the behest of the new High Justiciar. However, despite those realms of freedom slavery still exists within the remaining three galaxies and most notably, within the Hadean Empire. At markets such as the one depicted, no weapons are ever allowed and special precautions are taken to ensure no magic can be used except for the very expensive slave control devices these markets are also incredibly well guarded.. |
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Obsidian Sci-fi 2018/11/27 20:32
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| ETERMINA- The Dalek's words are cut off abruptly by the searing heat of the mater/anti-matter intermix within the forcefield that is my energy blade as I eviscerate it into molten slag. Only a split second earlier another one had been shouting the same Ludacris word over and over until he was silenced by my pistol. Honestly, I thought these guys were supposed to be tough but when all you're armed with is a "Sonic Screwdriver" I suppose they are. The biggest advantage these walking (and I use the term loosely} coffee pots have is that their weapons crank out ass-loads of damage...too bad it's an energy weapon. They don't know what to make of me as my armor absorbs their blasts and so they just keep shooting and shooting to no avail. I swear, they only have the one weapon now that's just stupid. To make matters worse for them, I'm faster than they are and with my recent upgrades, I can exert an astounding 25 tons of force. And while they may have me on experience, it feels like they must have "scary movie monster syndrome" or something because they never pick up the pace. I guess they figure they don't have to...oops. The Doctor is stunned by the sheer ease with which I dispatch his old nemesis but he doesn't object to my methods. I go for the organics inside the mechanical container, which the doctor was kind enough to inform me of and these last two regret making an enemy of him and me. So far I have killed somewhere in the area of 60 of them and the Phantasm has destroyed dozens of ships in orbit. The ships these guy use are no joke and have quantum weapons capable of disrupting timelines but they're ineffective against beings not from this timeline so they're basically shooting blanks. The Doctor's T.A.R.D.I.S. keeps the collateral damage to a nearly non-existent level allowing us to proceed to the main group. There's a being called Davros who's in charge of this whole mess and the Doctor is certain he's watching the whole battle unfold from the very eyes of his soldiers. As the next Dalek sputters it's last threat, I grab hold of the eyestalk and warn Davros that I'm coming and while the Doctor may have a great respect for life, I am an assassin and there's a price on his head. The Doctor looks decidedly cross at that last statement of mine and I assure him that I most definitely take morality into consideration before agreeing to a contract. He doesn't approve of killing, he believes everyone deserves the chance to live and improve. To which I can only say, I am an apex predator just because these animals don't know that does not spare them from my wrath anymore than it would spare me from theirs...I just happen to be the more efficient killer...and I don't kill anything that didn't try to kill me first and besides, my confirmed kills don't come anywhere close to his. His high horse doesn't seem so high now and I can tell I've hit a sore spot. |
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| Dragon, Lava
Obsidian Original Characters 2017/1/5 23:37
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| The Mining colony of Tenaera 7 was the first to record the presence of a type of dragon that dwells within molten lava. It was thought that only great red dragons could withstand such temperatures of a volcano, but even they do not dwell within the lava itself. Lava Dragons however, can and do make their nests within the molten stone and are unharmed by the intense heat which is enough to destroy anything that isn't an earth elemental. For this reason it is believed that the Lava Dragon mat be an elemental of some sort. They are massive creatures and even a hatchling is no mere thing at roughly 14 ft in length, but the adults have been recorded at up to 185 feet in length. Sadly the mining colony did not survive their encounter as the dragons are highly aggressive towards lesser creatures. The planet has thus been quarantined, and other molten worlds are being scrutinized for the presence of Lava Dragons. Should they prove to be as prolific as their other cousins mining companies may have to find new worlds to excavate. |
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| Synthetic Pets
Obsidian Original Characters 2017/1/2 0:24
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| In a rare moment of serenity, we see Obsidian mask having a simple exchange with his newest pet. Truthfully he's more of a dog person but he's worried of offending his first mate Shadawar so the synthetic Wyvern will have to suffice. Wyverns are notoriously hostile towards other creatures and rarely, if ever, tamed. This synthetic pet however, is another matter entirely. Synthetic pets are typically smaller than 5 feet in length and rarely grow beyond that. They are Synthezoids, a type of organic android capable of doing nearly everything their living counterparts can do. They are however, 100 percent reliable and generally safe to be around unless programmed otherwise. They can grow like many living creatures or be purchased as full adults and are completely legal to own in nearly any system. In the case of this Wyvern however, many laws have been broken, it is lethal, poisonous, and breathes fire, it has an on board computational capacity of a small supercomputer capable of 75,000 computations per nanosecond. it is incapable of speech but can patch into Obsidian's transmission frequencies to send text messages in an emergency. It is essentially immortal (Highly illegal) and possesses a full surveillance package exceeding many modern handheld models. It also possesses one superpower (also highly illegal) the ability to transform into organic steel, making the creature nearly impervious to nearly any conventional weaponry. Like any dragon it possesses natural optical camouflage complete with texture adaption. This Wyvern is a gift from the Black Mantis and has been specially engineered by The Black Mantis personally. Needless to say this little winged lizard is far more than it's outward appearance would suggest..When asked Obsidian simply tells curious people that the dragon is a hatchling that simply bonded with him when it's mother was killed (presumably by him)...this is of course a baldfaced lie. |
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Obsidian Original Characters 2014/11/13 4:42
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The Heigaran, are a a species of evolved feline who are one the most technologically advanced species within the five galaxies. They are most known for their highly advanced cybernetics and power armor which are incredibly powerful by any standards. Heigarans are quite fond of Solarans and Katarans as well as Ailoo and have an uneasy alliance with Lunari and Lycanthos. The average Heigaran stands an impressive 7 feet tall and weighs in around 500-600 lbs. Heigaran society is well a organized Patriarchy with a single Emperor ruling their world Hegarans are quite beastial having Beast like legs Claws and large sharp fangs the later two of which they use with deadly efficiency. Heigarans consider Biting and Clawing to be more than acceptable forms of combat and have been known to hunt with these natural weapons when better weapons are unavailable. Heigaran have an immense sense of personal honor and most can be taken at their word. As one would expect they are easily offended and seek satisfaction for even an imagined slight. Heigaran are also fierce warriors and revel in combat...they are not to be taken lightly when in combat and have perfected it to an art form.
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| Nightbird
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/5/11 12:36
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...Not to find an answer Just to hear the call
Of a Nightbird...
Nightbird is well known on Earth and several other IGFW worlds as well as at least 5 non allied planets. Whether alone or with her partner Red Eagle she is a formidable foe and deadly combatant. Gloria S'trill is was born of both Human and Sathari parents and while on the outside it would seem she has no superpowers whatsoever, making that assumption is a foolish mistake. Nightbird's gift are a Cosmic Class intellect, and the ability to mimic movements. This combination of powers has made her an expert in almost every field she takes even the slightest interest in. Though she possesses an IQ of 1250 she pretends to be quite dim witted when not on the job, she has been known to let out sudden "Bursts" of insight. In her day job she is a CEO at Drendle Industries (Owned by Ronald Drendle aka Red Eagle). As Nightbird she fights crime and tries to help those in need. As yet her true identity is not known to anyone..not even the super sleuth Red Eagle. Gloria has no family to speak of and lives a solitary life having found no intellectual equal has caused most of her relationships to fail dismally this in turn has made her personality equally dark though as Gloria she hides her depression remarkably well. |
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| Packing up
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/11/9 6:55
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No, not just no but hell no! I don't need this, and when I say i don't need this it's only because I would rather walk through hell wearing a suit of ignited plasma than have one wife let alone four that that I didn't even ask to marry me. To make matters worse I only know one of their names...this is not how you begin a relationship...then again this was really more of a business transaction wasn't it? I despise primitive cultures...some of their practices are completely ridiculous no matter how much tradition and custom their steeped in. I have issues with a lot of aliens species that are like that too so I guess it's not exclusive to primitives. What am I going to do with 4 wives...and what about Aini? Dear gods I am so screwed. What's worse is I can't even spare the time to deal with it because of our current situation. We need to get out of here as soon as possible, actually it's not so much about getting out as getting home. Landing in the shuttle bay I grab a nearby security officer and order him to "Escort" my new brides to my quarters, he looks at me like I'm some kind of deviant and before I can say anything to him about it who should walk in but Aini. I take a deep breath and prepare for the backlash...that never comes. Instead what I get leaves more than just me wide eyed with surprise as Aini squeals with sheer delight.
"Oh when I got word that you had new wives I didn't think they'd be this pretty! Or this exotic, oh my master you do have excellent taste."
I'm practically speechless
"Huh say what now?"
"I am so happy you made this decision though I wish I could've been there for the wedding Master."
I'm very confused right now.
"Aini?"
"yes master."
"Are you screwing with me?"
"No Master. You look puzzled."
No. Not puzzled dear, downright confounded would be more precise."
"About what?"
"You're not angry? That I have wives, not a wife but four of them? You're not upset that you're not one of them?"
"Master, I was never meant to be a wife." to which she adds her cute little giggle.
'I am only meant to be a companion, the perfect companion yes but not a wife."
What kind of psychopathic, lecherous, sycophant, genetically engineers the perfect mate without the intent of marriage? You're telling me you're just made to be some over agreeable sex toy? That's INSANE!!!"
'To be fair master, my creators never meant for me to bond with mortals or those of the mortal realm.
"Ugh, this is making my head hurt."
"Don't worry master I'll take your wives to your quarters and help them settle in. I can't wait to find out all about them."
'yeah..okay...that'll be...great."
Aini takes Ai by the arm and speaking fluent Elvish takes her and the others away. Now don't get me wrong I have encountered worlds where concubines and polygamy are a way of life...they're just not my way and usually even where it's acceptable there's often friction between the ladies..and honestly I don't think it's fair for anyone's life to be a thing to barter with...it's just...inhuman. I don't have time to immerse myself in these moral quandaries right now though, I have to get us home. Actually Sabrina has to get us home. Hopefully the scavenging crews got some usable replacement parts and with the Kkryllian crew on board we have extra hands on board. Captain Drizna has been assigned to the wraith until we get home and while it's a small ship he is more than a little impressed with it's power and performance. The wraith can accommodate 30 or so of his crew and the shuttles a few dozen more. We've cleared out our sickbay, and the cargo holds and made the best of things. As I pass by crew quarters filled to capacity I ma relieved to see the integration going so smoothly. I make my way to Engineering to get a Sit-Rep from Sabrina who is hard at work with the retrofits. Despit the the caos she notices my entry even with her back to me.
"Welcome Captain, to what to do I owe the pleasure?"
"I'm here to get a status report. Whats running and what's not?"
'Well Captain we have our Shields and Warp Drive, as well as our Slipstream engines. Our replication systems are up and running but I have restricted their use to manufacturing parts for the time being until we're one hundred percent in the green."
"Were you able to salvage anything from the Kryllian ship?"
Definitely and with her crew here we have had almost no problems getting things adapted properly minus some systems that are just too different. Which of course is why we're not up and running."
"So how long before we can head home?"
"Id say roughly six hours."
"Finally some good news, alright six hours. I'll be on the bridge waiting on pins and needles."
"Yessir. Oh and Captain..."
"Congratulations." she says with a snicker.
"yeah thanks...smartass"
Everyone's a comedian, I thought I was done with the joke with Harley and Ray...seems that's gonna just follow me. Ah well such is life. Back on the bridge my helmsman is tapping keys frantically, searching and scanning and even without being able to see his face I tell something is wrong. I walk over to his station to see what's going on.
"What's up? Having difficulties?"
"You might say that sir."
"What's the problem?"
"It's the Vortex sir, we've been tracking it since we've arrived in this system."
"And..."
"Well sir, it's not on my instruments."
"What?"
"I've tried everything sir, the entire spectrum of scans and its just...gone...to put it simply...we're stuck here sir."
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| The Hunt
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/9/3 18:33
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| "Shall I tell you a story about the past, or the future? Will it make a difference in the good and evil in the world? Will it give me back all that I have sacrificed? Will it make any of my sacrifices matter? No. I will instead tell you who, or rather what, I am. I am a hunter like the great cats whose blood courses through my veins, I am a warrior and a soldier created by science to stop a weapon they created. I have no love, no kin, no home...I have my pride and they have me...we are all that is left of our world. Hurled forward in time to face the horrors of the future only to find our greatest accomplishment undone by happenstance. The weapon I thought I destroyed...that I was created to destroy, yet lives only now he has the resources of this time to wreak havoc unparalleled in the annals of history, but he is no raving madman any longer. No he is sane and calculating now, meticulous and clear of mind and purpose, and the destruction of the planet Earth is all he desires. He hates me and hates this world though the ones who instilled that hatred have been gone for over two millennia. I will never know peace until he stopped, my tigress will never have my heart until he is stopped...we will never know happiness until the day I place his head upon a pike and know for certain that he is not coming back. The world my pride and I are in is one of advanced technology and powerful magic and there are so many ways he can slip through our fingers...so we must never stop hunting him...The Self Proclaimed "Man Eater" is more dangerous now than ever before. And until he is dead and buried I will never know peace and can never rest. While I may be a man out of time but I my DNA has been engineered so that I adapt quickly...my whole life has been engineered up till now. I can see in the deepest darkness, I can hear the heartbeat of my foes as I stalk them from the shadows. I can even smell their fear as they cower behind false bravado. I can even tear steel apart with my bare hands but...this is all there is for me...so long as he lives. I have sworn never to take a life where I can prevent it but Man Eater's life has long been forfeit. When we next meet I will try with all that is in me to tear his still beating heart from his chest, and show it to him before death takes him. The past, the future...neither matters. So long as he lives I can never have a life beyond the hunt. |
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