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| G8/V8 Test Run
 Dark Wanderer  2017/6/18 8:23
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| Figured I would share a test run of the new Genesis 8 who is backwards compatible with all of the Genesis Genesis 2 and Genesis 3 clothes! |
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| TORBELLINO
halcon89 2017/6/14 13:49
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| REINA ROJA
halcon89 2017/6/14 12:28
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| fireball returns
vash99 2017/6/11 1:26
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fireball inherited more then her mothers good looks and brains she also inherited the abilities of fireball and all that came with it
yes i used the last day texture from logans run i figured it was fitting |
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| What does that
Obsidian 2017/6/3 2:40
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Back aboard my ship I'm left with more questions than answers. Not the least of which is how does an energy blast put a hole in a material that, by it's very nature, absorbs energy? Absorbium is no joke, if handled improperly it can absorb the electricity right out of a living organism, which as one might assume is quite lethal. That android or robot or cyborg or whatever it was, just punched a hole through it which should be impossible. Then somehow the nano irises which govern the rate of absorption and do so very precisely were overridden and closed. I cannot go into a conflict with beings who can do those sorts of things without having some sort of defense.
After staring at my armor for an hour or so I call Sabrina, hoping maybe my chief engineer might have an insight into exactly what does that to my armor.
Sabrina is all business which is what I like most about her, she greets me with a "Sir" and it feels right.
"You wanted to see me sir?"
"Yes actually. I wanted to pick your brain and see if you could help me find a defense against this..."
I gesture to the large hole in my armor and Sabrina looks at it like a star struck teenager.
"I-Is that what I think it is?"
"Um if you mean my armor, yes."
"No no no no, I mean under the upper layers...that is...No it isn't."
"Isn't what?"
"Well at first glance one might mistake this underlayer for Nano-weave circuitry, but it isn't...this is even smaller...subatomic? That would explain the precision in your holomatrix and your ability to control absorption. For that purpose Nano-tech would be crude at best."
"Really?"
I always thought it was simple nanotechnology...and some magic. When Ray built the prototype it was awesome...but the Black Mantis had a hand in my current design...more bang for my buck as it were. I've never gave a moment's to having to do major repairs but this situation changes everything. We're getting off track though.
"Tell me Sabrina what kind of weapon can do this type of damage to Absorbium 80?"
"Well Absorbium is vulnerable to freezing, acid and general chemical and physical changes save for kinetic energy and impacts, it has a high tolerance to oxidation, it can be cut with the right tools...but I don't know of a weapon that does this to it...certainly not an energy weapon."
"Yeah, well that's what happened."
"Perhaps it was...what about an EMT?"
"A transporter beam?"
"Well you've used them before and we know they work on the armor and all of you armor IS designed to allow them to work unless you actively absorb the energy used during the conversion process."
"So you think that the android used something like that?"
"Yes but something more localized, to not transport away but convert the suit's matter to energy...I'm not even sure what to call that?"
"It's called a Disruptor."
A voice says from the behind us.
"And it isn't supposed to exist."
Standing in the doorway of my shop is none other than the Black Scorpion...formerly the Black Mantis's duplicate.
"Karr, this is unexpected....wait...How do you know about this weapon."
"Because I invented it."
"Saywhatnow?"
I can scarcely believe what I'm hearing. If these guys built this weapon how do I stop it? Moreover how the held did an android get it's hands on it?
"I'm afraid you have me to thank for these machines."
"I'm all ears friend do tell."
"I created the weapon to use against the Black Mantis, it was design with Infinitium in mind since the only way to affect the metal is to rearrange it's structure on a subatomic level. It goes without saying that it would be equally effective on Absorbium. The beam is essentially a an Energy Matter Transporter that has been set to displace the material it affects rather than send it somewhere. It disrupts the material structure and mangles it. On organic beings it is especially vicious and cruel as it mangles beings while leaving them alive in pure agony."
"Why would you create something like that?"
"As I said, it was for the Black Mantis."
"Geez, that's...twisted. But how did these machines get their hands on it?"
"I had to test the weapon at some point and these machines were perfect for that, they were malevolent and mindless assimilating whole planets and decimating any resistance."
"So you killed a few. Still doesn't explain how they got your weapon."
"They must have somehow relayed the beam's specification to their core intelligence even as they we being eradicated by it. it wouldn't take much to duplicate if one had EMT technology...which they did. I didn't leave any stragglers or survivors so it's the only explanation I can think of."
"What about the machines themselves? What can you tell me about them that might help me against them?"
"They are like you, energy is nearly useless against them. They're highly intelligent in groups but not when alone. As single units they possess an impressive AI but it's not until they get together that truly become formidable. In groups they're able to link their collective intelligence and computational power and they each benefit from it individually. So instead of fighting a group of advanced AI's you end up fighting a group of Highly advanced AI's."
"So we whittle their numbers down and they become less effective."
"Exactly. There is one thing more."
"What's that?"
"They are advanced AI's, they don't need those bodies, those are only mobile platforms. If they get into a computer system it's a wrap, they'll take over every subsystem in seconds...they can control entire ships or something as large as a space station." Worse yet, on a planetary level they can use internet and externet to take over far more than that. Our people are on this, but we're gonna need you to do some leg work...again."
"Crap...well, in for a penny. etc etc. Looks like I'm working for you guys...again. You know this was supposed to be a simple job." |
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| MELODYA2
halcon89 2017/5/31 14:32
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| The Maetriks
Obsidian 2017/5/30 22:57
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After some debriefing and a few formalities, I'm escorted to the medical facility where Ichio is being held. My old friend looks to be in bad shape at first glance but when I start to scan him to ascertain the full extent of his injuries that's when everything foes straight to hell. My scanner's go off like a five alarm fire:
Warning! Cybernetic activity detected. Source: Maetriks type android. Recommended course of action: evacuation!
What the...
Before I can complete the sentence what used to be my friend sits up and promptly vaporizes everyone in the room...save for me. A machine roughly in the shape of a humanoid female shed's the skin of my now most assuredly dead friend and rises up hovering just a few inches off the floor.
"Query, one target remains...Interrogative: How is it you survive? Conclusion...subject possesses armor constructed from Absorbium elements. Solution adjust weapon signature."
"Say again little robot?"
It raises and arm and from it's hand flies a type of energy I have never encountered...one that apparently my armor cannot absorb, and it tears a hole through the outer layer of my chest plate. Thank the gods for triple redundancies or I'd be as dead as everyone else. Still the blast sends me flying into a nearby wall. My on board systems inform me that all of the nano-control irises are jammed shut meaning until I get this suit fixed my armor is just ordinary armor.
"Observation, target has survived second assault. Conclusion target possesses advanced technology. Directive changed, capture target and assimilate technology."
"I don't think so."
I pull out my trusty blade and activate an "Erase Technology" spell. Which to my horror does not do anything. The machine looks at me and tilting it's head to one side says
"Magical energies are ineffective against this unit. Your technology will be assimilated, your inferior magical devices will be discar-."
I cut it off mid sentence with a single swipe from my "Useless" magical weapon, slicing it cleanly in two. Immediately I draw my pistol and atomize the remainder. I'm only left with questions now...what in the nine hells, hades, and all of Niflheim, was that thing? More importantly how did it manage to blast a hole in absorbium? Even closing the nano-irises wouldn't allow anyone to vaporize my suit...dent it sure but not this. This is gonna be a problem if there's more of these...what did my computer call it? Maetriks? I'm gonna have to make some calls and go through the computer logs of my friend's ship..assuming they're intact.
It knew my armor's composition, and recognized advanced technology...I don't want to think what that thing could have done if it had actually captured me and assimilated my technology into it's own. It said "This unit" Meaning there are others and implied that not all of them are immune to magic. If that's the case, there may be more of them coming and some of them may be vulnerable to magic. Rule 1 in this kind of situation always assume backup is on it's way.
I put my ship on high alert and contact Commander Drenek aboard the Radager.
"Commander, this might be far more than a simple random attack. That was a freaking ambush and it didn't make it's move until I got there."
"How could it possibly know when to strike? Assuming it wasn't mere coincidence."
"At this point we can't assume anything is beyond its capabilities so for the sake of argument let's assume it was able to extract that information from my my friend. It certainly might be curious to determine whether the information was legitimate."
"So it cloaked itself from our scanners and gave off false readings all in an attempt to lure you here? To what end?"
"I'm not sure commander, but I think it's a safe bet that it didn't do so without reporting what it was doing to it superiors."
"Superiors? You don't mean to say..."
"It said ti was a unit. implying more than one exists. If that's so we can safely speculate that there must be some sort of hierarchy behind it otherwise why use the identifier "This Unit" why not refer to itself as "I" ? If I'm correct and my logic isn't flawed, it's buddies are sure to come investigating, and we've seen how well they can blend in."
"Yes but you were able to penetrate their disguise, with ease I might add."
"I'm not sure which system penetrated their disguise but I will be looking into it and as soon as I am able I'll try to make sure all of us can do it. In the meantime I recommend locking down the station and evacuating all non-essential personnel to the planet below until further notice NO ships in or out lock down all docking bays."
"Right away."
Maybe I'm over thinking this, but I have seen a lot of horror movies in my time. You know the ones where you're yelling "Don't open that door !" but the guy does it anyway, or the one where someone just has to ask..."what's the worst that could happen?" You know right before everyone is murdered by the guy or the monster? I'm not going out like that for the sake of ego. I really wanna be wrong...I'm probably right. |
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| IGFW Explorer
Obsidian 2017/5/28 14:47
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An IGFW officer explores a strange new world...seeking out new territories for colonization.
I have to say I love doing environments and alien worlds present a whole different set of challenges than say an earth-like location. I love the different plant life and figuring out where the various plants go and what role they fill. What is alien grass? What is an alien tree? What color is the sky? Lots of fun and sometime...sometimes...like now...I get it just right.
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| Time and again
Obsidian 2017/5/28 14:39
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Analaeus sent one of his high ranking officers to summon me to a very discreet meeting, but it really wasn't what I thought it was going to be. It turns out that an old friend, Ichio Tanaka, a namean who found himself in Sathari space. After barely surviving a tragic encounter with pirates that left the ship he booked passage on a floating wreck and his fellow passengers and crew dead he was brought to a medical facility. Once there he said his ship was attacked by "Anihilus the Traitor" but that is impossible since Analaeus IS Anihilus. I've been asked to go over the wreckage and interview the witness myself since this is all so close to home. I have to say my interest is piqued. The facility where Ichio's ship is stored is a massive starbase used for trade and housing far above a verdant world rich in natural splendor. A vibrant blue planet with no pollution and teaming with wildlife. There are sparse colonies located near the desert regions and those are the only areas allowed to be colonized. The starbase itself is massive as most are and is bustling with activity. Trade ships coming and going at all hours and round the clock shifts for the base's personnel. A couple of military ships remain stationed permanently to serve as guardians for the base and the planet below. The ship Ichio was found in is stored within in one of the larger hangars and have it under heavy guard. As we arrive we are greeted by the Captain of the S.I.S. Radager a heavy Sathari cruiser nearly a kilometer in length and armed as one might assume, to the teeth. The captain an older Sathari male with gray hair and a prominent beard is pleasent enough and my ship is expected.
"This is Commander Drenek of the I.S.S. Radager to Obsidian mask, welcome to starbase 374."
'Well met Commander, I am reporting as per the Emperor's request. My crew and I would like to get settled n and begin our investigation as soon as is permissible."
"UNderstood. Before you do however, the emporer has additional instructions that I have been ordered to deliver by hand only. I have prepared a shuttle to transport you to my ship."
"Um, A shuttle will not be necessary. We have spatial transport technology. I can be over within the hour. I can meet you in your main shuttlebay."
"Very good I will meet you there personally at 21:00 hours."
With that the transmission ends and my crew and I start making preparations for docking. I suit up and head to the transport room. As I step up on the pad I can't help but think that there's something odd about meeting the Commander in person. I am puzzled by the way Analaeus is handling this. I mean for a guy too busy to come to me personally he sure is giving this investigation a lot of personal attention. What with all the specific instructions. I give the signal and vortex chamber hums, a split second later I'm in the shuttlebay of the Radager. I have apparently alarmed the security detail who instantly point their weapons at me. It's almost funny but they don't look to be laughing. Ah good times.
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| Panterra Pounce
Obsidian 2017/5/27 10:27
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| Sometimes the elevator and the stairs just aren't fast enough so the only option is to take a flying leap off the top of a building...of course there is the nasty problem of that sudden stop at the bottom. |
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| Vocation: Professional Thief
Obsidian 2017/5/25 8:00
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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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| Omega
Obsidian 2017/5/23 3:00
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Omega
The sole survivor of the Omega Corps, she is now the only wielder of the mysterious Omega Force. Her power is the combined strength of hundreds of thousands of Omega troopers...each of whom possessed the power to destroy stars. What will she do with her strength her power? Rachel Evans of Earth has no clue, no designs, no plan. For now she is content to travel the stars with the universe as her playground. Her spirit light and her heart open she will take life as it comes, with no responsibilities and no burdens...for now.
Rachel makes no world her home and calls few people her friend. What rachel is unaware of is the the very being who decimated her Corps is coming and will not rest until it has devoured the Omega force and obtains its power. With no Corps to aid her she must form another...before it is too late.
It was not long ago that Rachel Evans was a simple colony girl on the outer rim of the Milky Way galaxy. She was only 14 years old when she was recruited into the Omega corps. The Omega Force chose her even though she was still quite young. With her parents permission she began her training and underwent the numerous genetic modifications to become and OMega Trooper. Omega troopers are nearly invulnerable and immortal with abilities far in excess of normal men and women of the species they represent. The grand masters of the Corps were astonished by her ability to harness the Omega Force and how quickly she learned the skills needed to be a galactic law enforcement agent. In truth Rachel was later revealed to be the nexus, a unique being with the power to harness the raw power of the Omega Force, and capable of wielding it's power without the need for the Omega Bands that other Corps members used. Rachel could also use the Omega Force for various effects as mages use magic. The Omega bands only allow their wielders to create energy constructs, but rachel could manipulate the Omega power with much greater versatility.
During the cataclysm Rachel was trapped in another dimension. She returned to find her Corps decimated and her fellow troopers all dead. There were no clues as to who could do such a thing and it took many years fro Rachel to accept that she was the last. NOw she travels the vastness of space helping those she can. |
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| LOBA
halcon89 2017/5/21 9:28
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| COMETA NERA
halcon89 2017/5/19 12:36
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| MELODYA IRIS
halcon89 2017/5/17 11:54
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| RAVYNE: THE COLLEGE YEARS
lordcoyote 2017/5/16 13:34
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Probably best to go along with that....
Or not..... |
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| A Hero Reborn
Obsidian 2017/5/15 2:50
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With the end of the Millennium Wars, the United Earth Council began the process of decommissioning many of its black projects. Most notably the project known as Operation Flag Waver. Unbeknownst to most of the five galaxies Operation Flag Waver was a long running program with a long history of great success. The project consisted of a single man, and although that man has been replaced time and again it is important to know that it has always been just a man...a man known only as Captain Freedom. The current captain held in cryogenic suspension until very recently, is the 15th in a long series of clones. The Captain is superb specimen of the Solaran race..and is considered by many to be a perfect specimen as well.
The captain possesses remarkable attributes which are the peak of human perfection. His combat training is among the best available. He possesses superior regenerative abilities and is for all intents and purposes Immortal though still subject to injuries that can, and have ended in his death.
The Captain is an altruist and believes in doing what he feels is right even if that means disobeying orders. Attempts to adjust his DNA to make him more complacent have failed miserably with no ill side effects. The captain's moral character has been as still remains unimpeachable. He is a born leader and inspires others around him. He carries only a shield and believes himself to be the last line of defense in the battle against tyranny and evil.
The captains dossier is as follows:
Strength: 19
Endurance: 19
Agility: 19
Intelligence: 24
Psyche: 24
Presence: 24
Powers and abilites:
Longevity
Enhanced senses all
Minor regeneration (class 1)
The Captain's eyesight is so sensitive that he can microdot images without the need for magnifying devices.
The captain's hearing is sensitive enough to detect a heartbeat at 15 meters and can be used as an improvised lie detector.
His sense of touch allows his to feel textures as subtle as a fingerprint.
His sense of taste is delicate enough to detect poisons in doses too minute to affect him.
His sense of smell can be used in much the same way as a dog does.
The captain possesses minor psionic abilities which guard his mind from external infiltration. He also posses the following psionic abilities:
Equilibrium: Grants unparallelled agility and balance
ESP: The captain can by concentrating read the surface thoughts of one being at a time although those trained against such abilities are unaffected.
Telekinesis: The Captain possesses the ability to move objects with thought. He uses this ability in conjunction with his shield (of which he has had many) to ricochet it from point to point.
The captain is though to use nearly 99 percent of his mind's capacity and if he were to dedicate his time would be quite adept at learning Magic.
As it stands the Captain considers himself to be the consummate soldier and is dedicated to ideal of peace and justice on Earth and across the cosmos. To that end he defends the oppressed and the downtrodden never letting tyranny stand while he has the power to strike it down. The current incarnation has only recently been thawed for return to duty though no one is quite sure why as there are no APPARENT threats to Earth at this time...only time will tell.
The Captain is a legend but holds no ties to any hero organization, although he is strongly affiliated with the I.G.F.W. and has been granted above the law "Sentinel" status. |
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| IDIOCY AT IT'S FINEST
lordcoyote 2017/5/3 15:15
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| Point of advice: If you're planing to mace someone who can rip a Humvee in half don't do it!!! |
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| pinup and the packard
vash99 2017/4/29 2:16
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| just a girl and her car on a fall day |
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| Things to come
Obsidian 2017/4/28 17:03
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| Just a small glimpse into the future. A new part of the ship that has gone unexplored until now..actually it wasn't needed until now ...Androids don't work out. |
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| Firebird Dossier
Obsidian 2017/4/28 17:00
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James Holden, is a gen ab. He was born in the northern America continent on the eastern bay of the city of New Detroit. His powers are as follows:
Energy manipulation Fire (reduce or intensify)
Energy emission fire and heat.
Invulnerability Fire
Limited Invulnerability Magical fire
Immolation fire
Create construct fire
Flight
Vulnerabilities: Firebird requires oxygen to create flames this means he cannot generate flames in a vacuum without the assistance of additional chemicals.
Firebird can focus his flames to to simulate jet thrusters or even a high heat welding torch. Firebird can also ignite any kind of flammable material. It is important to know that Firebird does not usually leave a flame trail but there is often residual effects from creating fires.
James statistics:
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 250 lbs
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Age 22:
Occupation: Journalist
Military training: Some basic self defense
Siblings: None
Known Relatives: None
Str: 17
Agl: 15
Int: 18
Psy: 13
End: 19
Pre: 15
Weapon skills: Small arms Basic proficiancy
Non-Weapon skills:
Journalism (Bachelor's Degree)
Creative writing
Investigative research
Criminology
Forensics
Computer sciences
Computer hacking
Cooking (professional quality)
Art (drawing/sketching)
Driving (domestic)
Pilot Ship (Frigate and smaller)
Navigation (Land, air sea, space)
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| Coming out.jpg
Obsidian 2017/4/28 16:17
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Ai has asked to meet with me alone in our quarters to talk about her...recent revelation. It's a conversation I am eager to have but I'm certain she is not. As I walk through the door her nervousness is obvious to even the untrained eye. I try to be as nonchalant as I can and put her at ease. I pour us both some Elderberry wine (she has quite a taste for it) and I take a seat on the sofa. Ai sits across from me and after a couple of moments of thought she speaks.
"I-I wanted to tell you about what I am. I was going to tell you many times but the moment never seemed right and I wasn't sure how you'd take it."
"I can understand that. It's not something that one just drops in another's lap out of nowhere."
"Yes, but still you are my husband and I have unintentionally deceived you. I apologize and I beg your forgiveness."
"There's nothing to forgive but I do have some questions."
"As I thought you might. Ask me anything husband and I will answer truly."
"Alright. Are you dragon or elf?"
"I am...dragon. I have been as you see me now for a very long time. I know little of my dragon heritage beyond what instinct can reveal."
"Where I come from this next question is considered rude, but not between a husband and wife. I need to ask...How old are you, as we know time?"
"I am 120 of your years but that is only an estimate. In truth I do not know but I have not lived longer than those from my village."
"Fair enough. Can you use magic like other dragons?"
"I have no spells, and few dragon powers. I can fly, I can see great distances, and perfectly even in magical darkness, My other senses, hearing, smell, taste and touch, are much greater than those of many animals. I can in my dragon form, fly at incredible speed, and of course breathe fire. I am also immune to fire and heat."
"Um mating...if you were to become pregnant how would that work?"
"I don't know. I have had no parent to teach me the ways of my kind and I only know the way of elves."
"We'll have to do some research and discover those things together, or perhaps find you a mentor."
"I would like that husband."
"So basically you were adopted, or is your sister the same?"
"I was very young when the chief's first wife found me. She could not bear children and so claimed me as her own daughter. I grew up with the other children in my village and no-one ever knew what I was, not even me. One day raiders came to destroy our village and the women and children were hiding in a cave. The raiders found us and were going to enslave, violate or kill, every one of us. I acted out of instinct and shouted at the warriors before us. In a flash I could see them in the darkness of the cave and I could smell the fear in their blood. As my serpentine form writhed before them and my wings unfurled, their hearts filled with terror. With a single breath 8 warriors met a fiery end, burned to smoldering husks. My tribe reacted with joy and hailed me as a hero, blessed by the gods. They thought my transformation was a blessing, a one time occurrence. Until I revealed myself before you I had never again had the need to transform into my dragon form. I knew instinctively that the dragon scales and my wings were the truest version of me. I did practice flying and whatever abilities I could. It just felt proper."
she shifts into her scaled form effortlessly the appearance is something akin to swirling water. Even in this form she is beautiful to behold. She looks away, shy, and I cannot help but reach for her face and turn her head to look her in her magnificent golden eyes.
"Wow, well...this a bit to take in...but...it changes nothing between us. You are still my first wife and I am still your husband."
"Will others accept this? I know how outsiders can be."
"In many places a union between a dragon and any humanoid is not well accepted. Keep this secret until we can find another Golden dragon to help teach you of your people. No need to cause more conflict than necessary."
"Does my form bring shame upon you?"
"No...I would care for you no matter your form. I only ask that you not reveal your true form to strangers...think of it as the element of surprise."
We continue talking well into the evening hours and I get to know my wife a bit better. Her dreams, her favorite things, and why she is who she is. I don't care that she's a dragon, although some others might. I am not just honor bound to remain...I truly care for Ai.
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| PANTERA NEGRA GIRL
halcon89 2017/4/25 14:51
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| A day at the beach
Obsidian 2017/4/22 17:48
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The Ferusian continent of Galeria has some beautiful coastlines and I had long ago taken it upon myself to build a vacation home far from the palace that I lived in during my tenure as High Justiciar. The place isn't as grandiose as the palace but then again that's not my style. Built into a cliff about 100 feet above the beach in a little cove it is the perfect place to get away from it all. My wives and I along along with Aini, take the next few weeks to get some sun and frolic in the waves like children. I enjoy snorkeling so we also spend a great deal of time checking out the nearby reefs. The sea creatures of Ferusi are something to behold, both exotic and beautiful to behold most of the eas life is quite colorful. I have given my crew paid furlow and basically run of the place and so they've scattered to the four winds. Normally someone like Shadawar would be a rare sight but since the Sathari occupation of the planet there have a been a few positive changes the presence of aliens being one of those. it's a gorgeous day for swimming and and I am just getting ready to take the boat out to the reef when I hear a someone yelling from above on the cliff. I can easily magnify my vision with my cybernetics and what I see is a buzz killer. A Sathari officer, what could he possibly want? If Analaeus wanted me he has a direct line. That being said this seems like personal business invading my personal life. The gentleman makes his way down to the beach where the girls and I are and marches towards me. The entire time I can't help noting how out of place he looks on a hot summer day in full dress uniform on this sandy beach. As he approaches, he says something that gets my full attention...he says my name.
He salutes like a pro and says:
"Indor Rusquion Tura, I have been sent by his majesty the Emperor Analaeus Sathari to secure your cooperation in a very delicate matter."
Indor is a title given to high ranking former officials by the Sathari government. It's a title I appreciate but few people use my actual name. It's so rare sometimes I forget I have a name other than Obsidian. Handing me an official "sealed" document which opens only upon confirmation of my DNA (LIke my clone couldn't have opened it) I am stunned to discover that it contains only a set of coordinates with no instructions. I'm guessing the vacation is over.
Analaeus is a friend and I don't let my friends down when they need me. I'm sure there is a good reason for all the secrecy.
"Okay, um what's your name?"
"High Cano, Vel Revv sir. I am commander of the Fekthir. According to my orders my ship and my crew are at your disposal. We will take you wherever you need to go."
"I have my own ship, thanks."
"I know sir, it is currently in my ship's docking bay ready to go when you are."
"Damn your ship must be huge."
My ship is easily the size of a small cruiser the Sathari really go overboard with their designs.
"My ship is the largest in fleet. We have been ordered to remain at your call at all times. These orders come from the Emperor himself. This mission is of the highest secrecy. Even High Justiciar Harley has not been informed."
Okay now I'm worried, it's not normal to bypass the chain of command. The girls and I pack up and I send the all hands on deck signal and end several vacations at once.
"It'll take a a full day to reassemble me crew, I'll sinal when we are ready."
"Very good sir, we'll await your call."
he heads to his shuttle atop the cliff and I suit up. I ask the ladies to remain planetside for this one...I've held enough memorials for a while I haven't the stomach to lose more family. Whatever this is about it won't be fun and games.
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lordcoyote 2017/4/22 10:53
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| Conclusion
Obsidian 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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Obsidian 2017/4/16 6:36
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I'm adrift in an endless ocean, barely aware of the muffles voices. I know I am submerged and I fight for the strength to swim to the surface, but I have none. The voices are barely audible and I try to scream out for help. My eyes open ever so slightly and I resist the urge to sleep...I have been asleep for far too long. A single voice guides me calling my name. Danielle? I hadn't thought about my first wife in decades, I kept busy so that her memory would finally stop haunting me. As the years went by I had all but forgotten my first love. How can I be hearing her voice? She's been gone for so long now.
I call out to her.
"Danielle? I hear you. Does this mean...am I dead?"
"No my beloved. There are those who need you still."
"I'm tired honey, I don't want to keep doing this."
"I know you are, but it is not time for you to rest just yet. We will see each other again but for now you must wake up."
I see her ghostly image before me for just a moment before it fades away to reveal Ai. Ai who is screaming in a panic.
"WAKE THE HELL UP!!! Dammit, I swear husband I did not want you to find out this secret this way. I would've told you but it was never the right...I'm so very sorry."
He body twists an morphs and suddenly there is a large dragon standing before me. Suddenly I am very alert.
"What the?"
The beast looks back at me again and with Ai's voice it says...
"I'm so sorry."
I become aware of the battle around me as Ai's dragonfire lays waste to the foes before her. Their screams and the heat from her breath snap me out of my stupor. I look around quickly and take note of the situation. There's a liquid suspension tank with the glass shattered. nearby are consoles and other scanning devices, a lab...I'm in a lab. Someone has been performing experiments on me...Okay Now I'm pissed.
In an instant my armor and weapons are with me...I do love Flash magic.
I leap to my feet and the first bastard close enough to me gets his bead removed. My enchanted blade heals me every wound and forces our any foreign objects save for a select few. Guns in hand I begin making short work of the troops that pour into the small room. There's just too many and while I'm not overly worried about me getting hurt I am keenly aware that Ai...and what appears to be Aini, could be gravely injured at the rate things are going. A simple forcewall blocks the doorway and it will take some time before anyone brings it down. They don't have a powerful enough mage to dispel it. This will give us some time.
"Um ladies you wanna tell what's going on?"
Before the last word escapes my lips I am hugged nearly to the point of smothering and the two (ladies?) begin talking at the same time so fast my ears can't keep up. What I get though is that I have apparently been used as a pawn in some twisted game wherein some guy name Abominous not only kidnapped me but also cloned me via a similar process used by the Black Mantis. This is a rescue mission that has gone horribly wrong. Suddenly there is the sound if displaced air...a gentle poof. I turn on my heels to see a stereotypical class a grand vizier type flunkie...very cliche' however, as he raises his hands and begins chanting I am certain he is unaware that he just signed his own death warrant. With skill speed an accuracy born of centuries of combat I put two rounds straight through his head...and all that chanting stops, along with all other bodily processes.
"Okay ladies, what was the escape plan?"
"We were going to use our teleporter to get out but..."
"But when the alarms went off they raised their shields and blocked our way out."
"Uh huh."
Neither of these women are stupid, but I'm thinking emotion had something to do with their rash planning. Still we make a break for it shooting up the place as we go. We'll talk about the dragon thing, and Aini's blue skin later. As we make our way to the shield generators we are set upon time and again byt soldiers determined to die for their cause...whatever that may be.
One wrong turn later and we find ourselves looking out onto a wide view of lava as far as the eye can see. It's a mining world...they're remote and usually manned by machines...or elementals depending on the owners.
A voice booms behind us and I turn to see a massive 14 foot behemoth of a man, well a humanoid anyway. He's got a condescending attitude and smug look on his face. The kind that makes me wanna wipe it right off. He simply stands there with his hand cupped behind his back. It's almost as if he's unconcerned with me or what I can do. Well..sword in one hand and rifle in the other I turn to confront him. Aini lunges for him and with a wave of his hand he simply bats her away as one would an insect.
I begin scanning him.
"You are?"
"I am lord Abominous, and this is my research facility. You are my captive and now so are they."
[stength: 100]
"Really? You think you have what it takes to keep me here?"
"Your armor and abilities are insignificant compared to my own, you cannot win this fight."
[Agility: 15] [Psyche: 100] [intelligence: 128]
[Endurance: 223]
"Yeah I think you're underestimating me, and that it might cost you.
"You elf have no magic to defend yourself, and your allies are unable to come to your rescue as they're occupied with my forces. You cannot escape, and resistance is futile. You can surrender or die"
(come on, come on, stupid computer give me what I need)...
[Powers: Expulsion energy: Ion beam Class 1,] [Power: Regeneration]
[Power: Immortality]
[Various tehnological devices]
I give a little twist of my lead foot to improve my traction and...
"Let's put that theory to the test shall we?"
He's stronger but I'm faster, an advantage whose effects are not completely lost on the lumbering ox as I easy dodge his massive fists and draw first blood...Literally.
Enraged he scareams "You dare to strike me, Nay to draw my blood? You shall suffer for that elf."
The energy beams from his eyes are a very violent and powerful weapon.I narrowly dodge the first one bu the second blast hit's me square in the back as I realize thy nearly have a will of their own and can track their target down...nice. The blast hurls me straight to his waiting arms and he starts pummeling my face and head. The shuddering inside my helmet rattles my brain but I'm not hurt in the slightest. I point my rifle at his torso and pull the trigger. it knocks him off me but if I want to kill him I'll need a better round so...I click a button and move up to Non-Conventional ammo. Another blast from his eyes and I charge straight for him. As they hit my energy sinks reach capacity and I transfer all of it to my kinetic gauntlets hitting him with all the power he's used on me thus far...the blow shatters the windows of the room and the heat from the lava can be felt inside. Abominous leaps for me and I easily dodge a fist that buckles the floor plates. As I land on my feet I spin around to see him grab Aini and leg and dangle her from the window. Her wing, crippled from the blow he landed earlier will not hold her aloft.
"Enough! Surrender or your beloved here dies a fiery death in the lava below!!!"
Aini bites his hand and instantly he slams his fist into her sending her hurtling to the lava floor below. Without hesitation Ai dives out after her and it's just me and him.
"You know they're dead. They'll never survive the heat or the gaseous fumes of this planet. Even if you win you have already lost them."
"You know what, I'm really sick of you. You know so much do you? What do you think they are. Heroes? Ab-Gens? You're so much dumber than you look. The reason The blue one looks like a demon is because she IS a demon...what fire does the mortal world have that can harm her? And the other, that's a great golden dragon, also immune to fire. You're not nearly as smart as you look."
Enraged at my pointing out his shortsightedness, he lunges for me again and I meet him with full fury. He's slow easy to maneuver around, not once does he land a blow. My sensei once spoke of enraging my enemies and how it makes them sloppy now I see what he meant. Abominous is slowly demolishing the room, a room which I realize, via a hole in the floor, is built on the outside of the main structure. We do the dance for a few seconds more as make strategic cuts in the foundations....until finally...
"This has been a really nice game Apostrophe, but I can't play anymore...I hope you can swim."
With that the entire room begins to fall towards the molten lava below and a quick cling spells has me sticking to the wall like a bug. Abominous...not so much. He screams with rage the whole way down until his outstretched hand disappears beneath the glowing orange liquid.
As I being to make my way up the building in the same fashion as Spydra, I hear the flapping of gigantic wings behind me. I turn around to see my wife and mistress hovering there, smiling at me. Aini's nude form is really sexy when she's blue, apparently her clothing couldn't survive the lava. The two grab hold of me and I hold tight as they carry us to safety. In no time we are back aboard our ship with some time...time I soon discover, to mourn, and reflect. This whole ordeal has been a bloody nightmare and yet there is still a clone to contend with...I'm not even sure how to process that...the first time was a pain...but this time...this time is different.
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Obsidian 2017/4/11 9:13
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Back aboard my ship I retire to my room to find my two wives accompanied by my mistress/demon whose skin has mysteriously turned back to it's original blue color. None of them look happy to see me and the youngest of my wives is pointing what my scanners tell me is an infinitium tipped poisoned arrow dead at the center of my chest. There aren't many things that are a threat to me but infinitium blades are at the top of the list and the arrow most certainly qualifies. I freeze in my tracks.
"I-Is there a problem ladies?"
I try to keep my voice clam and soothing so as not to provoke them.
"Yes darling!" Aini says through gritted teeth.
"We want to know what you've done with our husband."
"Before we kill you where you stand."
The three of them are serious. My computer says they're not lying and they're not impersonators. Something is dreadfully wrong.
"Girls it's me, it really is."
"There's just one problem with that impostor."
Aini again leading the charge is the one who seems the most sure.
"What's that?"
"You and I aren't bond mates Lover!"
"What do you mean?"
"I am bonded to Obsidian Mask , a bond that spans the reaches of reality. I can sense his presence I am tuned to his essence. It gives me purpose and and changes me emotionally, spiritually, and physically. Do I look changed to you?"
"Um no, you look almost the way you did when I bought you from that slave trader."
"Your knowledge of my mate's history notwithstanding, I am reverting back to my original form and there can only be one reason for that change."
"And that is?.."
"You are not Obsidian Mask. If I am separated from my bond mate for too long, a month or more, I begin to revert back to my prime form. My last form was chosen by his desires, and his dreams and unconscious longings. You don't have those or my form would remain, unless you suddenly developed a taste for demonic beings. Even if that were so my form would not revert but become that which you desire most...if you were my mate, which you are not."
"O-okay. for the sake of argument, let's say you're right. How do we proceed then?"
"We start" Ai sneers, "By you removing my husband's armor. Then we'll see some friends and get down to the truth one way or another. Rest assured my sister will kill you if you resist and my husband has taught us all we need to know-"
"To disable and if necessary kill me. I remember. Fine. I'll remove the armor but you're going to discover that I'm me."
I remove the armor and head to the infirmary, now at gunpoint, I submit to all the bloody tests the doctor requires. For the sake of argument we have Aini go through some tests as well just to be safe.
When the doctor comes back I I reach out for Aini's hand and the look I get chills me to the bone so I withdraw my hand. Whatever it is though we'll get through it together.
"Doctor" Ai addresses him and acts like I'm not even in the room. "What is your conclusion?"
"First, there was some discrepancies in Aini's blood work-"
"See, ladies I told you, I'm me."
I start to hop up off the medbed and a security officer puts a death grip on my shoulder.
"As I was saying..." the doctor continues "There were some discrepancies in Aini's bloodwork but that's because she's pregnant. Congratulations by the way."
The girls seem somewhat excited and then turn to me, byut just as they're about to apologize and celebrate.
"You however," the doctor pauses as he gestures to more security officers to join us. You are NOT Obsidian Mask."
"What!!??" I shout in disbelief
"Our tests show that you sir are a very elaborate yet magically constructed clone. You most likely possess nearly all of the orginal Obsidian's memories but you aren't him."
"Look doc if it's the eyes, they repaired them."
"No they did not. Your eyes were never operated on, in fact you bear nos cars of any kind nor any implants of any kind. There is an aura of magic that helps to sustain you, and all of your cells are essentially perfect."
"Doc seriousl, I'm me, just ask me anything?"
"Very well, what do you remember from your days as a human?"
"I can remember almost all of it, like when I got here and the day I-"
Almost instantly I realize what the doctor just did. I had myself transformed a long time ago, I couldn't remember my time as a human because the magic that transformed me prevented me from even acknowledging I was ever human. I'm NOT me, but then who am I? I don't even have time to complete my next thought before Aini has her clawed hand on my throat. With speed that rival a superhero she chok-slams me onto the floor repeatedly until she I'm certain she's going to tear my head from my body. All the while screaming
"Where is he! What have you done with him? Give him back give him back give him back.
Again and again I hit the solid deck plate beneath me, until everything goes black. I awake later still in the infirmary, I step off the medbed and move towards the door, two guards are posted there and they have but one order. I call for the doctor and when he arrives I ask.
"Doc are you certain? There is another simple way to find out."
"What is it doc"
"Simple, order that clone guard to shoot me."
"What?"
"The guards are, like you, magically compelled to obey Obsidian Mask. If that's you then I'll be the one needing a doctor."
"Your funeral doc. Guard, shoot the doctor."
The guard turns to me and....punches me dead in the face. Well, either my crew has been replaced or I have...I don't feel like an impostor. My nose is bleeding so I ask the doc for some tissue, he hands me some ice instead and recites an incantation I recognize. It's the same one used to repair magically...created...clones. As the bleeding stops and the pain recedes I realize it must be true. But I thought only the black Mantis and his pantheon had this kind of magic. Abominous has it too? This is bad, really really bad.
"Doc, just one thing alright?"
"What is it...um...what shall I call you...Ah...Shade?"
"Ha ha doc. Very funny."
"You were saying?"
"Just have the crew do me one more favor, consider it a final order. Have them...find me...and kill the sonofabitch responsible for..." I gesture to myself..."This."
"I'm certain they weren't waiting for your order, but I'll tell the first officer."
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| A WILD RIDE!
lordcoyote 2017/4/4 20:46
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| Battle of our lives.
Obsidian 2017/4/3 0:41
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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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