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Obsidian Original Characters 2017/2/12 20:13
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Conan 4385, challenges the guardian of the temple of Imurgh, a deadly Chimera. It is not clear which of the two is in more danger...as Conan is every bit as fierce as any Chimera.
Chimera's possess the head and body of a massive lion (nearly 4 times the size of a regular lion) but have the head of a great Ram and a Dragon. Some have the dragon's head attached to their tail while other have it mounted next to the others. Chimera's can fly with their massive wings and are incredibly dangerous. Chimera's have a mean temper at all times and should not be approached if it can be avoided, the can bite with any or all of their heads and as a bonus can breathe fire like a true dragon. While not as potent as a true Dragon's fire it nonetheless dangerous. Their claws are nearly the size of daggers and are fully retractable. They can tear through the toughest non-conventional armors although magical armor seems to be more resilient against their attacks. Fortunately these massive beasts are not possessed of great intelligence being only marginally smarter than the average canine. However, even with that much intelligence they refuse to be tamed, and have turned on anyone foolish enough to try even if trained from birth. Chimera's in the wild reproduce by laying clutches of eggs, so evil are these creatures that their first act upon hatching is to kill and devour their siblings. So that no more than one in every clutch survives, and as vicious as they are it's a good thing too. Chimera's are fiercely territorial and will attack anyone and anything that encroaches upon their domains...even being foolish enough to attack full grown dragons. |
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| Spider-Man Low-Res
Obsidian Marvel Comics 2020/4/7 12:20
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| Using a Michael 3 Reduced Resolution, I have converted some Michael 4 and Victoria 4, 4K body maps to create some low res versions of several heroes for later use in large compositions. Several versions of Spiderman have been done along with the classics like Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, which have already been completed. I even have a Venom and Anti-Venom. I'm going to make this a series so if you have some favorites please let me know and if they're not planned I'll see if I can fit them in to the series. |
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Obsidian Original Characters 2015/8/3 7:15
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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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| 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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| 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 2014/12/15 19:13
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| Obsidian Mask discovers an alien plot to take over the Earth. |
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Obsidian Original Characters 2014/11/23 19:51
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| Not all of my image are something Sci-Fi or super hero. sometimes they're just a really good example of what I can do with lights and time. This is one of those images. It just shows off my abilities. Thanks for viewing. |
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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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| Dragon Turtle
Obsidian Original Characters 2015/8/2 4:19
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| This beast is as it's name would imply, a combination of Dragon and Turtle. Though not as massive as a Zaratan, Reef Dragon it still impressive at nearly 50 feet in length. Dragon Turtles have no natural enemies except other dragons, and feed primarily on other sea creatures having no preference of one species over another. Like many dragons they have fiery breath which is hot enough to melt granite and while they cannot fly they can indeed swim at speeds of up to 200 mph. It has been observed they they can lay dormant at the ocean floor at any depth meaning they are they are not only quite strong but also quite durable, capable of withstanding pressures that would crush lesser creatures. Even small Dragon Turtles are practically invulnerable to most conventional weapons while larger Dragon Turtles can only be harmed by enchanted or Heavy weapons capable of damaging starships. The beak and teeth of a Dragon Turtle as one might suspect, is capable of tearing through conventional materials easily, though thankfully they rarely attack seagoing vessels. It is not possible to tame or ride these creatures and unlike their flying cousins they are not highly intelligent though they do possess a high degree of animal intelligence. If provoked the Dragon Turtle will hunt it's enemy down relentlessly and they have long memories. Dragon Turtles reproduce by laying from 1-3 eggs and viciously guard them against predators attacking anyone or anything that comes within roughly 100 yards. Upon hatching the first hatchling will immediately attack the remaining eggs feasting upon it's siblings, this behavior is baffling to scientists but it does keep their numbers down. The life span of a Dragon Turtle is unknown but if the land based dragons are anything to go by it could possibly be thousands of years. |
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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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| Davros
Obsidian Sci-fi 2018/11/28 4:19
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Traveling through the Dalek base the havoc I wreak is indescribable as I litter the place with these cyborgs. Their so slow and lethargic I cut through them with ease. Their design is garbage I have fought many a cyborg, and usually, they're a vast improvement over their parent species. The doctor informs me (while offering me something called a "Jelly Baby") that Davros designed them. I tell the Doctor that I cannot wait to see this idiot savant and says.
"Davros is actually a true genius despicably evil yes, but a genius nonetheless."
"Um Doc, have you seen these designs? You should thank your lucky stars you haven't encountered the Maetricks they're fast, well armed and can take over any electronics they encounter. In fact I have an android tactical officer who would make short work of these guys. Piss poor designing."
Just then from behind me I hear a voice that says.
"I'm disappointed that you disapprove, but we do try to strive for perfection."
I spin on my heels and draw my pistol as fast as lightning leveling it at the origin of that sound. a one eyes cripple in a wheelchair that looks like the bottom half of a Dalek.
"Davros I presume?"
"In the flesh... so to speak" the doctor replies.
I'm not sure whether I should laugh, feel pity, or put him out of his misery so I defer to the Doctor.
"Hello Davros, long time no see, Jelly Baby?"
"I have you this time Doctor, you are surrounded and outnumbered. Give up this senseless struggle and return the Neutrino core that you have stolen or your friends will suffer."
"Well you see there's a problem with that, I don't have it."
"I doubt that you do not know it's location doctor, now tell me or your friends will pay the price starting with this one."
"Pfft bwaahahahahaaa"
The laughter simply escapes my lips, I tried to stifle it but this comic book, Saturday morning cartoon villain, is just too much.
"You find something humorous in my words?"
I stop and catch my breath it was a good laugh.
"Yeah, I do. Okay wrinkle puss, do you have any idea how many of these tin can I tore through to get here? What are these three for so you watch them die first hand?"
"Indeed, inferior Daleks culled from my master design the three you see here are- "
I dial up Phased rounds while he rants on and fire three quick ones into the casing of the Dalek frames. there isn't a scratch on them when I'm done, and the Doctor who has seen the carnage up till now looks shocked as Davros continues.
"You see these are the superior Daleks, they are perfection they are-"
"Dead, you moron. yeah, they're dead as doornails. I come prepared, and the Phased rounds I used work like a Neutron bomb. They only affect organics, like those found inside Daleks. Normal shields are useless against them as is normal armor. Now shut up before I put a very real bullet between what's left of your eyes. Doctor, did you want this loser for something or can I just Merc him?"
"Merk? That doesn't sound pleasant at all, what do you think Davros? Are you up for a good Merking?"
I'd do a facepalm but this isn't the time. The Doctor smiles widely and tosses a pice of candy into his mouth while Davros remains silent. Apparently he got the jist of what I was saying. The Doctor takes out his sonic screwdriver and approaches a nearby computer panel accessing the facilities mainframe.
"We can leave now and I do suggest we leave in utmost haste."
"You triggered a self destruct?"
"Absolutely."
"Do all the bad guys have those things? Thinks it's a prerequisite? Like all their fortresses have to have one?"
"Not much of a villain if they don't I suppose. Now let's hurry we still have to rescue Sarah and K-9 "
"Yeah they're already rescued, my team doesn't slouch."
"Color me impressed Obsidian."
"Indeed then this will absolutely make your day."
I give Davros a quick spin in his chair and shove him down the hall he came from as the Doctor waves cheerfully. I then signal the Phantasm to transport us aboard TARDIS and all just as the Dalek facility explodes ending Davros' plans for the time being. I'm not fond of letting megalomaniacs live but it isn't my show. I take the Doctor to the bridge and we head out to my Universe so he can help me with my dilemma...The Maetricks have joined with his old enemies the Cybermen. Good times.
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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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| Crimson Death
Obsidian Original Characters 2014/9/4 13:15
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| The Zero-Men aren't as invulnerable or immortal as it would at first seem. Crimson mask, felled by a single arrow, an enchanted arrow known as the soul eater...it's single purpose...devour the soul of whomever it strikes. Normally the absorbium 80 armor would stop the impact of any projectile absorbing it's kinetic energy but edged weapons do not truly require such energies to slice through the mesh and the arrow pierces Crimson Mask's heart killing him instantly. Obsidian makes short work of the attacker and his allies but those that lie dead are not the mastermind...only fodder. Only one question remains. Who gave them the arrow? These low level thugs are flunkies and flunkies just don't carry this sort of weaponry. No time for remorse or contemplation as a new enemy approaches, and this is no simple flunkie...no...but he will answer Obsidian's questions or he will die at Obsidian's hands as did his allies. Obsidian's friend of over 300 years will be avenged and a river of blood will flow in payment. |
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| Seriously? (March Madness 2)
Obsidian Monthly and other challenges 2018/3/18 13:45
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| Okay when I said Giant Chicken I didn't mean...Oh nevermind. |
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Obsidian TV and Movies 2018/12/21 15:07
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The entrance to snake mountain is next to impossible to find and since time is of the essence I use a Phase portal to create one. I latch it to the wall causing a small section of the two foot thick stone to phase out becoming immaterial. As I step through it is very apparent that Skeletor is a man of mysticism a conclusion I gather from the decorations and paraphernalia all around the interior of this place. I decide to cloak and make my way cautiously through the interior. It's a room by room search and voiding inanimate golems starts becoming a thing. It doesn't take long to find the Mage responsible for their creation though. Dressed in cliche' black (I should talk) with a cape, she actually pretty hot looking in her weird looking one-piece bikini like bustier and gogo-boots. Nice look indeed but it's her staff that gets my full attention. Mages and their staves, I'm not sure why but they all seem to have one...and a wand or two.
"The witch appears to be Divining something and as I move closer, I realize I should've killed those three idiots when I had the chance. Magic is a great replacement for most technology especially where communication is concerned.
"Beastman," She bellows "Report, have you seen any trace of He-Man? Beastman answer me!"
"He cannot answer Evil-Lynn, Triclops is seeing to his wounds." Fish-head's response doesn't come as a surprise to me.
"What wounds, and why is your face covered in blood? Were you attacked by He-Man or has the imbecile fallen over his own two oafish feet again?" The contempt in her voice would suggest she's higher on the food chain than they were, makes sense.
"We were attacked Evil-Lynn but not by He-Man, some stranger in black on a black steed." Heh I love hearing what the bad guys say about me. It's amazing the details they leave out to save face.
"A stranger you say? Not He-Man? I must report this to Skeletor at once! See to Beastman and continue to watch for He-Man, Skeletor's plans must not be thwarted this time!"
"As you command Evil-Lynn."
Did she say Thwarted, Oafish? Wow. At least he's gonna lead me right to the head honcho. I follow her through the winding corridors making mental notes of the several traps she disables as she goes. There's a lot of them actually.
In no time we're in the throne room of what I personally consider biggest comic book cliche' in all of my 300 plus years, this has to top even Dominion. The skull-faced (not sure how functions with that) blue-skinned muscular man sits upon his dragon motif throne, staff in hand (Yup I knew he was a mage). Nearby is a rather large Dark purple Panther whose fur looks like velvet in the dim light. I get the name now Skeletor... I'm gonna be ill if I hear one more pun-name. The big skull-faced man turns to look at his fellow mage (A trick to be sure considering he's got no eyes.) and addresses her with the same disdain she addresses his men with. His nasally voice is annoying at best as he speaks.
"This had better be good Evil-Lynn, or Panthor will dining on with-legs tonight."
He name the Panther...Panthor. Yup I'm gonna be sick...I might have to kill someone.
"Might'y Skeletor, your men have been attacked!"
"Then He-Man is on his way?"
"No sire, it was not He-Man but someone new."
"Great, a new hero who makes my men look like the fools they are. And who is this you have brought with you?"
He can see me? No eyes, he must have another way to see me... Damn
"What, who?"
As I de-cloak I select an animal tranquilizer and get ready for the big kitty to do something stupid. The look on the witch's face is priceless.
"You? Who are you?" She says as she raises her staff.
Nope, I shoot her first. Sleep tight sister. The nano-injectors see to it that she's not overdosed as she slumps to the floor. Skeletor cackles maniacally as he rises to his feet. I'm certain he thinks he has the upper hand but I point my pistol at him and pauses. In a fit of bravado he says.
"You only get one shot fool, shoot me and Panthor here will tear you to shreds. If you shoot him then I'll destroy you mysel-"
I shoot the cat. He aims his staff at me and fires a bolt of energy, the impact does affect me for some reason but the energy is absorbed
"Okay skull face, now that that's out of the way..." I tap the selector on my pistol and select my latest creation, an Absorbium 120 weave bullet it's special ability, It goes right through force-fields.
"You must be the stranger who attacked my men, it's clear now how you managed it. So did he-Man send you?"
These guys are really preoccupied with He-Man.
"No, but I don't reveal information about my clients."
"Clients" he says slyly "If you're being paid I can double whatever offer you've been made more than that I can offer you power."
"Are you serious? Do you think a Mercenary of my quality can simply be bought with a better offer?"
"That is how it works yes?"
"What about my reputation you retard? Who would ever hire me if I simply switch sides at the drop of a hat like that?"
"Join me and you'll never have to worry about working for anyone again. Hheheheheheee"
I put three rounds in the wall next to his head and I have his undivided attention.
"Y-you actually mean to destroy me?"
"Noooo. If I wanted to destroy you I'd level this place and leave you alive. I mean to KILL YOU. Assuming of course you don't answer my questions."
"Grrr Fine ask your questions."
"Don't get slick skull face, I'll know if you're lying and each time you do it, I'll put a bullet in you."
He looks concerned, and while I think he's playing for time I want him to know I'm not PLAYING at all. To that end I place a proximity mine near the exits. I explain what they are and how lethal they will be for anyone unfortunate enough to activate them.
I sit him in his throne, and begin my interrogation.
"I'm looking for She-Ra and you are my prime suspect. Do you know anything about her recent disappearance?"
"What are you kidding? I have enough problems dealing with He-Man why in Eternia would I want to add Hordak's problems on top of my own?"
"Hordak? Word is he's YOUR former boss. I'm guessing that he may have asked you to do him a favor?"
"Get real, I want nothing to do with Hordak, he can rot on Etheria for all I care and good riddance if he does."
"Okay then why the watch for He-Man?"
He hesitates but I twist the gun in my hand and he thinks better of it.
"It's too late for anyone to do anything now but if you must know I have recently come across the means to take over Castle Grayskull."
With that revelation he taps a little but on his throne and I'm dropped into a pit. with the speed of thought I flash a new feature installed into my armor, a jetpack that slows my descent enough to save me from being skewered on the spikes at the bottom. Now enraged I kick the gate that separates this place from the rest of snake mountain. I hear several explosions and chuckle somebody thought I was bullshitting about the mines. I hear a commotion above and the sounds of battle... He-Man has arrived. |
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| More Questions than Answers
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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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| Battle of our lives.
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The five beings behind us are menacing to be sure, and instantly they are upon us. Dargo (their leader squares off against Black Scarab. I know Dargo from his run-ins with Spydra, and try to match magic with Scarab is a huge mistake. However, he appears to hold his own. The big Demon grabs hold of Panterra who underestimates the massive beasts speed and is slammed into the ground with great enough force that I feel the ground shudder several yards away. The black, winged figure goes straight for Batmaster and the two of them begin an aerial dance of death. However, Abominous has apparently hired som knock-off ninja to come after me and his busted skills are no match for three hundred years of true ninjitsu and experience so he's dead before he can swing his blade once. I normally don't go lethal when I'm with the Scions but I've lost two wives to Abominous and that makes this personal so all bets are off. Before the assassin's body hits the ground I toss my sword to Scarab who despite being blind and in the middle of a mage duel catches it effortlessly.
"Use that to cast your spells it will do the rest...like a wand."
"Where are you going?"
"After Abominous. It's time for some payback."
As I turn away I see the mighty spell slinger point my sword at Dargo...who simply ceases to be, no explosion, no screams...just...gone. I know we've won the day.
Hurriedly I make my way through the massive facility and repeatedly I yell.
"Abominous!!! Come die you bastard!!"
Not poetic I know but the sentiment is there. I just want my peace of him. Two guards rush me and with my two pistols in hand I send them to their maker. Lather rinse, repeat. Again and again his men fall and my ammo never runs out...Folks are never prepared for this kind of magic and technology and the fight is completely one-sided.
Until...
"Are you so eager to die Obsidian Mask?"
His voice comes from everywhere, even my computer can't locate him.
"Dude, I can't wait to die. What about you? Do you plan on running some more or do you have the courage to face me here and now?"
"Bah such feeble attempts to goad me into battle will not work. Attacking my courage, with base insults will not cause me to tip my hand so easily. I am not some comic book villain you can lure out. We will battle Obsidian, but when we do it will be on my terms."
"You sniveling coward I'll meet you anytime anywhere."
"But of course you will. You need your petty revenge like the misguided mortal you are."
What I say next, stops him cold. It also begs the question: How could he have not known.
"There is where you are wrong, I am no mortal. I'm an elf you piece of feted waste, I am Luminesti and I have all of eternity to find you and rip out your blackened heart from your chest and show it to you while it yet beats in my hand!"
There's the poetry.
"So you believe, but we shall see. I bid you farewell assassin."
"That's ninja you schmuck!"
I ran out of poetry
The room goes silent and I hear massive footsteps coming my way fast, I turn to see the demon heading straight for me at a full charge. At that very same moment I hear scarab over my commlink.
"We have the Guardian but two of the royal guard escaped."
With but a thought my sword is in my hand and lok of rage in the demons eyes is replaced with horror as it realizes I've just severed it's demonic head from it's neck with a single stroke. There's a gurgling sound as it tries to utter some hate-filled word and it's lifeless body slumps to the floor with a sickening thud. I remove one of the horns as a trophy (I have several demon parts) look up in time to see the Black Winged warrior bear witness and then immediately fly away like the coward it is. The day is won, Infinity-Man is safe but severely injured, and poor Guardian is really messed up after realizing what she's just done. The remaining Scions join us and we debate what to do next. As Cerebron delves the mind of Guardian he discovers Abominous next move. He's going after the IGFW council. A move that will certainly leave the IGFW in dissaray. That can only mean he's preparing for war, a war we cannot allow to happen. We're going to need more help.
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| Inside the armor
Obsidian Fantasy 2018/3/30 5:16
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| After many tweaks and adjustments this is the final version of the inside of Obsidian's helmet..Iron-Man style...Iron-Man is sorta the standard when it comes to power armor characters and I've taken a lot of ques from that character when developing my own. I never wanted Obsidian to fly, as an aspect of his armor. Jump high yes, Levitate yes, survive high altitude falls yes, but not fly. flight indicates that your character is no longer street level and is ready to be a SUPERHERO and since Obsidian is a mercenary I couldn't do flight...now I have no problem adding a flight pack later which is perfectly fine. In that respect Obsidian is more like Batman...so think of him as a combo between Iron-Man and Batman. Sorry for the rant LOL No I'm not. |
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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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| 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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| The Pantheon
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/12/5 10:29
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Before you are the 6 deadliest and most overpowered characters I have ever created. Mostly they operate quietly from behind the scenes, manipulating events to suit their needs and making others do their bidding. Every so often one or two of them will step out from behind the shadows to reveal their existence, most notably the Black Mantis. A being who cares little for the lives and day to day activities of mortals and seeks only his own ends. depicted here are the remaining members of his pantheon. From left to right
Raven aka Spydraxis: Goddess of War, Mistress of Honor, the Spider Goddess.
Reaver: God of Death the Undead, lord of the underworld
The Black Mantis: God of Storms and Chaos and Multiverse's Greatest assassin.
Lord Beast: God of Beasts, God of the Hunt, The blood god.
Norjaguar: Lord of Shadows and Cat God of Stealth Knower of secrets and all things hidden.
Thunderbird: God of the sun and skies and all things that dwell in the sky.
They have faced foes that would make mortals tremble in fear and until recently lived in peace, but an adversary has arrived and will not be taken lightly. |
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| Bahamut Zero
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| A commissioned bit of Fan art for my nephew. A lot of work went into this dragon and I wasn't even that sure I could pull it off but it came out pretty good I think. |
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| Commission: Memorial Room
Obsidian Sci-fi 2014/11/23 19:44
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| This was a piece commissioned by a guy going by the name Puffinrail Studios and he wanted a memorial to past crew members with it's own room. The specifications for the obelisk were very exact and I'm happy to say he was quite pleased with this image. the lighting was very important and it has become the thing i am best known for I suppose but that's because I obsess over it and nowadays i have it down quite literally to a science. |
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| Guardian Angel
Obsidian Original Characters 2015/10/7 12:42
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| Obsidian vs Darth Maul
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/5/11 12:39
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I love pieces like this and having my OC travel the multiverse and throughout time to explore different places, genres and concepts. This time a run in with a young up and comer in the Sith ranks and young apprentice known as Darth Maul. A battle which could be the last battle either have.
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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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| 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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| Cherry ride
Obsidian Sci-fi 2017/12/26 18:45
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The ISS Phantasm...advanced cloaking system that stops even magical detection...Absorbium 60 outer hull, 14 hull mounted attack drones, Ablative secondary hull, a Main gun to rival the largest "planet killer" battlecruisers, multi-directional cannons 6 FTL Multi-role Torpedo launchers, Multi-drive FTL core...and all the amenities one could ask.
Crew size:600 (can easily accommodate 1800)
Medical Facilities: Advanced Cybernetics suite with Genetic research capability
Bridge Stations: 11
Range: Unlimited (Magical drive core)
Replication units: Located throughout the ship in each quarters and 3 Industrial Replication units in the main cargo bay.
Max speed: FTL Warp 27x LS, Space fold, Slipstream Drive 1000 x LS
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| Coming Soon Book 3
Obsidian Other Comics 2018/8/18 17:32
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| I have not forgotten that there's a third issue to my saga...and I am well underway... In fact here's a scene reminiscent of the opening images from issue 1. Some things have definitely changed. |
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