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| Equinox Part 1
 Obsidian  Original Characters  2024/9/2 9:40
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| I'm not back at my post as High Justiciar for one day and I get a call from the emperor asking me to look into an issue for our Federation allies. It seems a remote research station has gone dark and thy need someone to check it out. So the Phantasm is assigned to the case due to its "Sensitive" nature. In other words, they need someone who can keep a secret. I take Synthea, and a couple of engineers just in case the station has any power or life support issues. Even though when we arrive our scanners say everything is operational and life support is nominal. In fact, the only thing out of the ordinary is that there's nobody on board... not one soul where there should be hundreds. I bring Synthea and a couple of engineers to investigate I also have a security team on standby along with a science team, better safe than sorry. As we explore I have Synthea check the database to find out what kind of research they're doing here while I check the station's logs. "Master?" (I hate when Synthea calls me that but I'm done arguing about it.) "What is it?" "I have examined the totality of the research projects for the station." The totality? That's a lot for a station of this size. "Really, in a station this size? How could you possibly be finished already?" My question isn't without merit, the station could run hundreds or even thousands of small studies and experiments but Synthea's answer only leaves me with more questions. "It seems the entire station was dedicated to only three classes of study. Magnetic fields, Frequency modulators, and directed energy transmission." Immediately my brain explodes with the only possibility of what those three things have in common... "What?! You mean to say they're researching dimensional shifting?" Syhtea looks at me with some concern and nods in confirmation. The primary concern here is that one shouldn't ever experiment with multi-dimensional technology as the consequences could be dire. On at least one world I personally know of, the idiots siphoned off their world's entire atmosphere and made the planet a ghost world. A second accounting of another planet was infested with demons and now requires round-the-clock surveillance to keep the damned things from escaping off-world... of course, the native inhabitants were completely wiped out. Now I'm on a station that missing its crew... Seems like they put this place in the middle of nowhere in anticipation of such a screw-up. The Phantasm is equipped with multi-dimensional drives but that's GSE tech and we only use it when taking jobs from them because they provide sold, safe coordinates... You can't just go stumbling around. "Okay, everyone... Keep your eyes and scanners peeled for SN threats and set your scanners accordingly. We're looking for anything that cloaks or turns invisible as well as any extradimensional portals." We're gonna need more boots on the ground. This is shaping up to be a bad day. |
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| Epilogue
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/11/14 6:55
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We make it back yo Kryllia Prime without incident, and I arrange to meet High Crona Hirzhak to collect our payment. I get to tell him his son is alive and well and the families of the fallen get some much needed closure. Hirzhak invites me to meet privately and considering he and I just made his goverment look bad for not even attempting what I just pulled off, I'd say it's a good idea to conclude this transaction out of eyesight.
"Obsidian," Hirzhak says with tears welling up in his eyes. "You have returned my son to me and I do not know how to repay you for that. 20 million credits doesn't seem like hardly enough to me. You and your courageous crew risked your lives bring back my only son. If you are ever need anything just ask and if I can make it happen I will."
"I was happy to do it, nobody ever wants to be given up on. I am glad I could reunite you with your son"
"Many others were not as fortunate, and we will have to make sure that those families are compensated and their loved ones recognized properly."
"Good luck to you sir. I hope never have to meet again under these circumstances. If you should ever require my services again you know how to reach me."
With that I transport up to the Sable and we head out for some much needed repairs. It looks like it's gonna be a quick trip to Space Station Nimbus and this time I hope I can get my hands on more Absorbium. I love being able to help others and getting paid for it is a real plus. However, I know that somewhere out there the self proclaimed "Multiverse's greatest assassin" has his eyes set on me, and it hangs over me like the sword of Damocles. |
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| Epic Smackdown
Obsidian Marvel Comics 2014/5/10 20:07
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| I wasn't too sure who the smackdown was supposed to be on, so i played it by era and Victor is gonna get one...or the Avengers are. This multi-layered image was a challenge to put together but I like the finished product. I hope it wins. |
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| Enterprise-F at ESD
Obsidian Video Game 2021/10/28 8:24
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| Enterprise-D Bridge
Obsidian TV and Movies 2013/10/7 4:08
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| A famous bridge from Star Trek, the U.S.S. Enterprise-D had one of the most elegant designs I have ever seen in a starship. |
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| Enterprise-D Beauty Shot
Obsidian TV and Movies 2013/10/7 4:10
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| My favorite design from Star Trek was the Galaxy class Enterprise-D. |
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| Enter the spider
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/11/23 17:51
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Her mistress has summoned her, and the goddess of war will need her champion during this tumultuous period. There has been a theft, someone has stolen from her goddess a relic of great importance, and her mistress bids her to join the mercenary Obsidian mask in his quest to recover it. As instructed Spydra makes her way through the city's skyline on the magical threads of silk woven from her fingertips. Diving between buildings and around the fast moving traffic high above the streets. In no time she reaches the Hall of heroes where the the Scions of Justice make their home. High above the towering building she can see Obsidian's fightercraft approach and she is exited at the opportunity to prove herself to her Goddess.
Spydra plummets from the sky and with a spring and a somersault she lands deftly at the entrance.
She takes the lift to the conference room to find obsidian waiting.
"Obsidian Mask."
"Spydra, what's up? Hey have you seen Panterra?"
""No I haven't but I was looking for you."
"Oh?"
"My goddess has instructed that I should accompany you on your quest."
"Um two things first: One: Who exactly is your goddess? Two: What do you know of my quest?"
"I worship the goddess Spydraxis, and she has bid me to hep you find and retrieve the relic that was stolen from her realm."
"Yeah, I was hoping the cat would join me but you're more than welcome. I just wish "someone" would've mentioned it."
"Do you know of the goddess?"
"That's actually a long story, but let's just say I'm informed. I didn't know you were one of her devout though. You can load your stuff aboard the Wraith, and you should prepare for a lengthy stay, we'll be traveling off world to practically the other side of the galaxy."
"I have all I need. We can leave right away or at your earliest convenience."
"Let me just leave a message for Panterra and I'll see you on the Wraith."
Spydra has seen many wonders in her life but nothing quite prepares anyone for a ship whose interior dimensions are vastly larger than it's exterior. She is understandably impressed. The technology to create such a vehicle is beyond anything in the known galaxy.
"Obsidian, your ship is...I don't have the words. How did you come by such a thing?"
"Don't be too impressed Spydra, 4d technology is rare but it's available on the open market. It is however, awfully expensive."
"So, you're a billionaire like Panterra then?"
"No but my mercenary jobs aren't always paid in money. Sometimes I trade for services or items. This fighter was one such payment."
The small fighter darts through the atmosphere with grace and speed that would make any fighter pilot jealous, and in a burst if brilliant light it make a seamless jump to hyperspace, and screams towards the Sable's current location. In no time the two ships are reunited and the Wraith slowly enters the shuttlebay of the small frigate. Once aboard Spydra is escorted to her temporary guest quarters, a room more ample and elegant than her own downtown apartment and for just a second she thinks that perhaps the mercenary work is a bit more lucrative than her own job. They crew of this ship want for nothing and there's no constant struggle to balance bills. The ship is clearly built for war but luxurious at the same time, powerful but elegant. To live here, to be part of this crew must be a truly wonderful experience, but she goes where her mistress bids, and her faith will never waiver or such amenities.
"Enjoy your quarters Spydra I'll be in my office. If you need anything just tap this panel here and someone will assist you okay?"
"Thank you, and it is my understanding that you are now married?"
Yes, I have 4 wives, and a....um...consort. I'm certain that once they find out you are aboard they will want to meet you. How about we all have dinner tonight and we can get better acquainted. Say 9ish? You'd like them, you all have a lot in common."
"That would be nice, I look forward to it."
With that, Spydra invokes the magic that alters her armor's appearance and returns to her alter ego Gloria Bannon, but somehow mild mannered archaeologist doesn't seem to fit in here, "For once," she thinks to herself, "I can just be me, with no pretense." a truly foreign concept. Joining this quest is much more than just the adventure.
"What a treat this will be." She says while peering at her her reflection, "Thank you, goddess."
Her heart almost stops when she hears a voice say "You are quite welcome chid, but remember...our lord has a purpose for this one."
Gloria bows on one knee and replies "Of course my lady." |
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| Enter the Namaean Elf.jpg
Obsidian Sci-fi 2015/7/12 21:08
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After a brief recovery period and some training to get used to my new arm, I put my connections to work and in no time I have a lead on a small colony called New Atlantis an oceanic world with almost no landmasses. I am greeted by a very large human who calls himself Conan, I'm not here to dispute whether or not he's the real guy but he looks and acts the part. Standing next to him is of all things a Namean Elf (Namean elves are like Luminesti, they'll live forever but they have some serious quirks like all Namae." As I'm talking to the burly giant I can't help but feel like a pork chop as the elf stares me down like a hungry man does a meal.
"My interest Conan is in a man who calls himself Nechronos, thus far he has made several attempts on my life."
"Obsidan Mask, you could be none other...your reputation as a hero precedes you as does your stature HA!. I have heard of this man you seek a Wizard by all accounts, he was headed To the Hadean galaxy and I needn't tell you that anyone going there has only foul deeds in mind."
Yuck it up barbarian, short jokes...a guy pretending to be Conan just made a short joke at my expense...I'm pretty sure he has no clue that I could punch him through the nearest building but it's all good...enjoy the chuckle asshole.
"Thank you Conan, I'll head there immediately."
"Farewell and Crom guide you."
I turn to head for my ship when the elf interjects...
"Wait stranger, You will be in need of a guide. I know the Hadean systems like no one else. I could be persuaded to come with you as your...guide...for a price"
I think I've just been upgraded to t-bone. She talks like a thief...I don't need a thief. Still if she can cut my search time down and help me to avoid some run ins with those psychotic Hadeans...
"Mae govannen. Mani naa lle umien? Amin sinta lle? (Well met . What is your name? Do I know you?)
Luminesti Elvish is a common language among most elves though many have their own dialects they can usually understand our general meaning. Namaean elves are no different as her answer demonstrates.
"Saesa omentien lle. Amin Zaeerah Alagos, ann amin naa lle nai amin sinta thaliolle e dagor lle naa belegohtar, Amin naa cam'wethrin ( A pleasure to meet you. I am Zaeerah Stormwind, and I am yours to command. I know your strength in battle you are a mighty warrior. I am a skilled thief.)
"Okay thief, what we'll see how much you know of Hadeans and their galaxy soon enough."
"Manka lle merna Heru en amin." (As you wish my lord.)
That's tad formal, but what the hell at least she's respectful, though I still feel like a pork chop, er steak...whatever. Moonshadow's gonna love this...
"Ona ta a'amin nethig." (Follow me little sister.)
Side note: Up to this point I have not featured Obsidian speaking elvish but I thought this would be a good time to demonstrate that he could. Don't ask what I had to go through to find Tolkien's elven language.
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| Enter The DRAGON
Obsidian TV and Movies 2024/8/16 20:38
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| The Dragon has joined my inventory and will at some point be featured in an upcoming story. |
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| Enter Nechronos
Obsidian Original Characters 2015/8/1 2:35
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Across the universe and throughout time he has existed, what are his motives? None know it is said his ideals are beyond the understanding of mortals, But obsidian Mask is no mere mortal. Nechronos is a spellweaver, and Time Master one of the last of his kind. His people ascended long ago to become one with the cosmos, and infinite realities. Through their archives he has learned of the destroyer, and worse yet, that the destroyer is here in his reality, threatening it's very existence. But the diabolical madman has no intention of doing anything about it. No he intends to find this destroyer and glean whatever knowledge and resources he can from such a powerful being, but how? Yes how can he even dream of pulling the wool over the eyes of The Black Mantis! It matters not to him how, because he must first find the destroyer's weakness...Every creature has one right? But the tomes of the ancient archives give no clues, there are only rumors now, and is plans are being interfered with by that bothersome elf Obsidian Mask, no matter he at least can be disposed of. Razor will see to it in their last encounter Razor brought back his arm, he will bring his head eventually. The mad Time Master's thoughts wander and then suddenly, a tome mentions a prophecy, no, not a prophecy but a myth, a legend. The Time Masters mention a simulacrum, a clone, an artificial life brought forth from the blood of the enemy, one who is close to the destroyer but who could it mean? Over and over a reference to the Dark hood and Dark Shadow, it couldn't be...could it...The bothersome Elf is close to the destroyer? Pah many beings wear black and call themselves the hooded one and so forth...but this is too much of a coincidence for Nechronos' comfort. Razor kept the arm as a trophy, and now it may serve a better use...
The mad Time Master summons Deathwing, his loyal dragon, and with an incantation as old as time they vanish in a violet mist. |
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| Enter He-Man
Obsidian TV and Movies 2018/12/28 18:00
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I make my way out of Skeletor's spike pit back up to the throne room, a task simplified by the fact that NOBODY is at their post Everyone is focused entirely on He-Man. There's unconscious bodies everywhere He-Man is no slouch when it comes to kicking ass but overall their injuries are minor because apparently he's holding back. I'm running at a full clip when out of nowhere a massive cyborg with blue skin leaps in front of a doorway to bar my passage. I can't stop fast enough and so the two of us collide tumbling into the adjacent room. Faster than the metal jawed cyborg can think I do a quick Kip Up and we're facing each other. We face off sword in hand, and he's smiling wide because he has obvious physical advantages... or so he thinks. The sounds of fighting echo throughout Snake Mountain as He-Man makes his way onward while this metal headed goon and I stare each other down. I activate my energy blade and the look on his face tells me everything I need to know. He's not certain he can beat me. He points his cybernetic appendage at me and with the equipped weapon fires a blast at my head. Just for the look on his face I let it hit me. Instantly I am rewarded with a dumbfounded expression.
"I sincerely hope for your sake Cyborg that that wasn't your best move, because of it was..."
My words are cut off as he fires at the ceiling above me in a vain attempt to bury me alive under the ensuing rubble.
"How's that chrome dome?"
I rise from beneath the ton of rubble as if it were a pile of Styrofoam, and again the look on his face is one of utter confusion.
"Chrome Dome? Seriously?"
He leaps at me with a new appendage attached, one designed for close combat. As he swings I remove is entire cybernetic arm with a single swing.
"Go ahead do something else stupid I dare you!"
My words do not fall on deaf ears as he scrambles to his feet and practically breaks his own neck panicking to get away from me.
I deactivate my sword and head further up as fast as I can. As I near the throne room of the fortress I decide to slow things down and take to the shadows.
Upon entering the room I am greeted by the sight of He-Man and Orko face to face with Skeletor. In the distance I hear what sounds like a Lion's roar and I'm not sure I wanna be here anymore.
Turning my attention back to the magic Sword wielding barbarian and this sawed-off mage I am impressed by the sight. The people of this world are positively massively muscled. In He-Man's case I'm certain it's an aspect of his magical nature like the magically empowered heroes from my reality, but Skeletor and his goons? I'm not even sure how he eats let alone works out. I digress, as I ponder these idiosyncrasies, the two big men square off.
"Enough He-Man, drop your sword and surrender or else."
"I don't think so Bonehead, Castle Grayskull will never be yours, not so long as I draw a breath."
"Is that so you musclebound clod? Then behold Faker! Destroy He-Man!!!"
What happens next is a mind blower, what appears to be a clone of the intrepid hero steps out from the shadows, identical in every way except his blue-tinted skin.
"What the?" He-Man's words echo my thoughts. "Nice try Skeletor but not quite."
As the two musclebound men engage in battle I'm unsure how Skeletor has enough power to match He-Man yet somehow fails to conquer Grayskull, let alone the world. It doesn't matter really the fact that this is all going on isn't my primary concern and as Skeletor attempts to make his getaway I leap into action. I pounce from above and using my infinitium blade I cut his miserable staff cleanly in two.
"You're next you skull faced piece of.."
"I surrender!"
"What?"
"I said I surrender, to you hero. Take me away."
"Oh is that what you think is going on here? You think I'm a hero?" I raise my sword level with his head inches away from his bony face. "You're barking up the wrong tree motherfucker. You left the hero behind you. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Obsidian mask assassin and mercenary for hire. I am so much worse than that guy you're trying to kill back there and you know what? That reminds me, you tried to fucking KILL ME!"
"What-what're you talking about?" He says terrified as he realizes I will probably kill him for real. Then his tone changes his bluff was called and it makes him show his true intent. "In that case, Die interloper!!!"
A flash of magical energy flies form his hand, magic that is absorbed harmlessly by my armor.
"No this cannot be? How is this even possible?"
"I'd tell you Skeletor, but then I'd have to...Oh yeah I'm gonna do that anyway, now where's She-Ra?" My shouts are interrupted by another magical blast from Evil-Lynn and I have finally had enough. Instantly my gun appears in my left hand and I put a round right between her pretty little eyes. In an instant the the fighting stops and everyone stands frozen in place horrified by this sudden act of brutal finality.
"Y-You-killed-her."
Skeletor's words echo off the walls and the utter silence is unnerving, eerie. I break it without remorse.
"I did, and you're next. Now answer me!"
In a flash He-Man's shield screams across the room slamming hard into my gun knocking it out of my hand and across the room. In the blink of an eye he's made the distance between him and me vanish and he grabs me by my helmet pinning me to a nearby wall.
"What have you done!?!?" His voice is full of rage. I'm not entirely sure why he's so pissed off until I see Skeletor holding Evil-Lynn's limp body tightly while sobbing uncontrollably.
"Are you guys serious? Let go of me before this becomes a thing."
"You killed her!" HE-Man says in disbelief yet again.
"Like she just tried to do to me? Like he tried to do to me...TWICE! Yeah, you're damned right I did. I never killed anyone who didn't try to kill me first though."
"We DO NOT KILL OUR FOES ON ETERNIA!!!" He shouts it like it's some sort of motto I'm suppose to know... Okay time to bring everyone up to speed.
"Okay you Whack-Jobs listen up. I have no clue why your gods brought me here but I am absolutely gonna tell you this: You get two warnings then blood flows it is that simple. Now I am here to find the Princess of Power or her whereabouts and as of now I think I'm gonna make a shining example out of anyone who makes that job more difficult than it has to be...Including you hero boy!!!"
Just then Orko in a fit of rage does something stupid, he attempts to cast a spell. The magic is again absorbed harmlessly by my armor and now it's my rage that's up.
"Little legless wonder, have you lost your Gods damned mind? Don't you know I can kill you?"
He man jumps to the rescue again pinning me to a wall. My computer has rated his strength as on Par with Infinity-Man so there's no way I can survive a physical confrontation with him, but he doesn't know what flashing is so I summon my pistol and put two heavy concussion rounds into his chest. They don't do any damage but they knock the big man across the room and onto his ass. I reach into my belt and pull out an Anti-Matter grenade and start making threats like a common terrorist.
"That is the last time I let you put your hands on me and live, you got it? Next time I kill you dead and Eternia mourns it's greatest hero. Now before you get any ideas, you see this thing in my hand? This is an anti-matter grenade. Antimatter annihilates Matter, you and everything in this entire universe is made of matter. So when this goes off the only thing left in this area and for miles in every direction...will be me. I am done fucking around with your rules and your planet. All I want is for Skull Face to answer my question once and for all. Now for the last time...Where is She-Ra?"
"Why are you searching for She-Ra?" He-Man asks as if he was oblivious to my previous inquiries.
"Finding her Numbnuts, and returning her safely to Castle Grayskull is my current contract."
"Who hired you?"
"Your sorceress if you must know."
"The sorceress hired YOU?" He asks in disbelief.
"I come highly recommended. If anyone can find her it's me, and I will find her no matter how many corpses I have to leave in my wake."
"Is killing your answer to everything?"
"Get off your soap box Hero, I don't kill indiscriminately. Only when necessary."
"So killing Evil-Lynn was necessary?"
"First of all the first part of her name is FUCKING EVIL you blonde headed bimbo!!! Secondly do you see how the situation changed? people are paying attention and taking me seriously now. NECESSARY!!!"
Just then Skeletor looks up with a tear covered face (He can cry? How do you do that without eyes) and says. Etheria, she's on Etheria, Hordak is holding her prisoner in his fortress. Go find her, and I hope he kills you ...Mercenary! In a puff of smoke he vanishes along with the corpse of Evil-Lynn. He-Man's doppelganger, an android of impressive power but not enough to defeat the hero, is the only villain remaining. I Summon Onyx and head for the window. Just then He-Man places his hand on my shoulder. I look down and his hand and he quickly removes it.
"Look, if you searching for my sis- Er She-Ra she's a good friend of mine and I'd like to come with you if you don't mind?"
"Fine Hero, but we're playing by my rules. Don't worry I don't harm innocents or kill indiscriminately. But if it becomes necessary I am very good at it though honestly I'd prefer stealth whenever possible."
"Okay your rules, but I don't kill...EVER."
"Of course you don't...Hero" |
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| Enlisting Aid
Obsidian Original Characters 2017/7/30 18:23
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| Maylen has decided to ask Obsidian to help in searching for She-Ra who has been missing for some time now...hopefully he can do something with his newfound powers. |
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| Enfield
Obsidian Fantasy 2014/10/8 20:28
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| The Enfield like their Fox cousins make excellent pets, they share the same habitats and diet. Their ability as hunters is exceptionally precise combining excellent telescopic vision as well enhanced hearing make them formidable indeed. They are distant relatives of the Owlursus and are barely a tenth of the size. Taming them is exceptionally easy but they are excellent hiders and are rarely seen. |
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| End of the line
Obsidian Original Characters 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 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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Obsidian Original Characters 2014/11/14 5:30
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EMT or Energy Matter Transmission is technology that converts matter into energy which is then transmitted along a beam to be coalesced at the target point. If any obstacle is at the target point already like say s wall, the results can be catastrophic and often fatal. When in doubt one simply has 2 options: Go into the target area via regular routes, or Transmit to the nearest suitable location, folks usually choose the latter.
In this scene Obsidian and Cobalt (we haven't really seen a lot of Harley) are EMT'd into a starship while travelling through a nebula. Landing on the launch deck they're probably gonna get caught...a damned shame for whoever happens to be catching them...Especially since Harley is sporting his new Cobalt power armor...a damned shame.
Edit: Effects improved glow rings added to EMT beams at surface contact point, EMT Beam Improved less opaque recolored, fog removed, windows on ships changed to black, glowing effects added to interior lights. |
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| Emperor Analaeus Sathari
Obsidian Original Characters 2018/5/18 4:19
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| Some of my Die Hard fans may remember "Anihilus the Traitor" also known as Prince Analaeus Sathari...after the events in "Rise of the Anti-Scion" (sorry it's just a novel no really cool pages some pics though) he became emperor and I played hell deciding what he looked like under his Darth Vader-ish armor...well this is the final rendition of him, white colors and all. For those who do NOT know Analaeus is a Psi-Mage which is essentially a Jedi that can can throw fireballs...Their powers are derived from both Magic and Psionics. Their ONLY weapon is the Psi-Blade which is as unique as each mage's tastes. Psi- Mages can manipulate others, use destruction magic, and to a lesser extent heal. The more powerful a Psi-Mage the more powerful their Psi-Blade in some rare cases they can cut through armored vehicles and spacecraft....such Mages can utterly decimate normal folk. Analaeus is one such Mage, his spells run the gamut from simple technomancy to hell-spawned fire and brimstone destruction. His heart however, is that of gold, he is a selfless ruler and true friend of the people. He is still a cyborg however, his metal cybernetics have long since been replaced with synthetic versions granting him the full range of his abilities. He rules the empire with a firm but gentle hand and tolerates no evil. Think of him as a combination of King Arthur and Merlin He is also one of Obsidian's best friends. Obsidian still remains close to Analaeus though they don't travel in the same circles, and Obsidian is still bound to the Empire through him. |
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| Emperor Analaeus Sathari
Obsidian Original Characters 2014/12/10 18:47
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In the aftermath of the Sathari Empire/Rebellion wars Anihilus the Traitor assumes his rightful place on the throne of the empire. Now as Emperor he can bring peace to the Sathari Galaxy, after 1,000 years of oppression under his father's reign. His first official proclamation: Obsidian Mask is made his High Justiciar as his reward for his pivotal role in overthrowing his father and for his unyielding loyalty, and for his sacrifice at the hands of Emperor Zakan himself.
For those making comparisons yes there is a lot of similarities between Star Wars'empire and the Sathari Empire. This is intentional though there are many differences. The analogue for Anakin remains essentially the same only he becomes Emperor, his wife does not die and in fact tries to save him from his dark side. Analaeus and Malice are the emperor's twin children and only Malice remains loyal to the empire after Analaeus' powers reach their full potential and open his eyes to the evil of his father and the empire's tyranny. The two worlds are similar but I mixed it up a little bit. |
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| Emergency Council.
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/12/9 2:47
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The Black Mantis has assembled his Empire's high council and all are in attendance. The mood is grim because it is believed their old adversary Parata has been freed from the prison in which they placed him. The Black Mantis touched a button on a nearby panel and in the center of the table around which they have gathered, a small hologram of their enemy appears.
"If you're wondering why we are assembled just focus your gaze to the center of the table. As we all know I was attacked by someone who could only be Parata, My indestructible ship is sitting in our docking bay in a mangled mess. I've never seen anything that can do that to Infinitium, and there are no known weapons that should be able to. I have summoned you all here to our remote island base because it is the safest place I can think of. We have taken the extra precaution of landing this mobile base on the surface of a sun. Hopefully this will conceal our presence until such time as we can formulate a plan to stop Parata once and for all."
Beast, a massive lion faced man of nearly 9 feet in height looks a round the room at the assembled pantheon. He lets out a deep sigh and says.
"We beat him once before and honestly, I don't see the problem. Surely he knows we have to power to destroy him."
Reaver peers up through hid golden mask and adds
"He MANGLED Mantis's ship, and very nearly killed him." to which Raven adds
"He somehow stopped us from using our Eternity Crystals...There's no power in the universe that should be able to do that, we've destroyed whole galaxies with them, uninhabited but galaxies nonetheless."
Norjaguar Slamming his fist in the table yells
"How do we stand up to that? He mangles Infinitium, and can stop Eternity crystals! He knows our every tactic. I mean he knew where Mantis would be and was waiting for him. So how do we combat that."
They each look to one another, but to no avail then the Black Mantis speaks, slowly and calmly.
"I have taken steps to see to his defeat. I have an unknown element that we can use. Someone who has the element of surprise, but he's gonna want to get paid, and paid dearly. I am confident he can do the job, so the only question is...where do we draw the line? What are we willing to offer?"
As they stare at one another, their lives on the line for the first time since they donned the mantle of divinity they quickly reach a consensus. Without so much as a word they all agree that no request will be off the table up to and including their fabled crystals...Obsidian Mask need ask his want of them and he shall have it. As they adjourn their meeting Raven stops Black Mantis.
"Is there something I can do for you Raven?"
Removing his cowl he smiles softly and there's s light twinkle in his eye. Raven has seen him do this before and smiles knowingly under her own cowl. She can'e help but think to herself "He doesn't think that smooth grin is going to work does he? However, Raven is no swooning mortal and while the Black Mantis is pretty to look at he will certainly have to try harder.
"How do you know Obsidian can do this? Spydra informs me that he has a hard enough time keeping his house in order."
"He defeated Dominion, a man who was a hair away from possessing the power of Infinity Man, He's intelligent , resourceful, and highly skilled. More importantly, he has one of our blades, and his stealth gear is unparalleled. If he put his mind to it no one could detect him."
"I hope you're right because we're placing a lot on one elf."
"Hey, I'm an elf."
"So you are."
With that Raven saunters out of the room her backside deliberately swaying seductively. The Black Mantis takes note and very quietly says to himself "So...game on then."
Suddenly the entire island is shaken violently. An attack? The Black Mantis thinks to himself in disbelief. There's no way anyone found us. Activating a nearby viewscreen his worst fears are realized. A massive ship measuring miles in breadth and width, one identified as belonging to Parata's empire. In seconds the whole pantheon is asembled in the Command Center. The face of their long time enemy is displayed on the master veiwer:
"Greeting, Long time no see."
"Parata, something I can do for you?" The Black Mantis asks smugly.
"Yes Mantis, you can die!"
"The last time you tried that your head ended up in a box. Care to repeat the performance?"
"You were very fortunate last time we battled, that good fortune is at an end."
With that the island shakes yet again and it is clear that the island is in great peril
"I leave you all with this: Today I take your island, soon it will be all you hold dear, until you are begging me for death."
With that the massive warship turns and jumps to warp. The island however is in complete meltdown.
"Eject the core !" Mantis shouts in a panic.
Reaver shouts back "The hull's been warped, We can't eject!"
"What?"
"He only damaged the power core hatch! That son of a...it had to be on purpose. We have to abandon the island!"
"Damn it! Send the signal, all hands abandon ship!"
In mere moments the island that gave them refuge explodes with enough fury to cause the sun it was on to go super nova. Using the power of their Eternity Crystals they bind the life pods together and await for rescue, a rescue that will take the form a a vast armada of ships whose number cannot easily be counted. |
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Obsidian Video Game 2015/5/9 14:48
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| Anyone who has played Mass effect 2 knows these deadly ladies. The Biotic Asari mercs known as the Eclipse. Badass bitches. |
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| Ebony Veil
Obsidian Original Characters 2019/1/9 6:06
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| With a name like Ebony Veil one would expect a female...not so in this case. Ebony Veil is the name taken by the clone of Obsidian Mask. Fennec Ne'rdo was created by the Vizier of Obominous tyrant ruler and possibly an elder god in mortal form. Fennec truly believed he was the real Obsidian mask and his construction was even precise enough to fool Obsidian's enchanted blade "Godslayer" but not enough to fool his consort Aini. Fennec had been used to assassinate many high profile targets within the IGFW and caused a great deal of trouble for the Real Obsidian and himself. After his discovery as a clone Fennec issued a single order "Find Obsidian Mask and rescue him.". Fennec is as much like the real Obsidian Mask and possesses ALL f his knowledge up the point of his creation. One notable difference is that unlike Obsidian, Fennec does not possess Cybernetic eyes retaining his elven night vision. After the rescue of the ral Obsidian and the sunsequent defeat of Abominous, Fennec was, by his own request, turned over to IGFW authorities to answer for his crimes. Thanks to the efforts of the Scions of Justice and the true Obsidian Mask, Fennec was given the choice to serve the IGFW for 175 years, a far cry from the death sentence he most likely most likely would have received. His skills and knowledge of IGFW Black Ops are identical to those of Obsidian Mask who served with distinction so the Federation was confident that he would continue to uphold those standards. It is well known that Fennec is a clone though that is not what ANYONE calls him. Records to this date identify him as Obsidian Mask's twin brother and no one disputes it. His current assignment is the leader of a small Special Ops group called "Black I.C.E." who handle high priority missions deemed too sensitive to outsource. The squad member's names are unknown to each other save for Fennec who is well known to each of them and who knows each of their identities. Fennecs awards have cut his 175 years sentence down to a mere 75 years for outstanding performance and ability to accomplish the impossible. It would be safe to say his skills may outshine those of Obsidian Mask given that he is constantly in action with little down time. Fennec uses advanced IGFW technology and is what is known as a "Free Reign" agent allowed to work independently of handlers. His code name Ebony veil is a play on Obsidian Mask... He chose it himself to honor his brother to whom is very grateful for helping him remain among the living, as IGFW laws do not permit cloning or clones and the latter are to be destroyed upon confirmation of their genome. This law is the primary reason that Fennec's records were altered, and as far as his crimes are concerned, he committed them "Under Duress" i.e. Brainwashing. |
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| Eant
Obsidian Fantasy 2014/2/20 20:14
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| Eants are the forest guardians of old and frequent the same worlds as Sylvan elves.though highly intelligent they keep only their own council and rarely interfere in the affairs of mortals. They appear much as large humanoid trees and within the five galaxies they are not unique as many sentient plants abound on multiple worlds. Though the Eants are thought to be the eldest of such species. They are not a space-faring species and NEVER leave their established home worlds...though a few have been recorded as having migrated via the occasional adventurers spacecraft. |
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| E Plurbis Unum
Obsidian Original Characters 2017/1/21 15:17
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The alarms go off and Bill, Tony and I rush to the bridge, as the lift doors open I see a vortex across the bridge and a single figure stands before us we split and make activate our silent mode on our helmets.
"Tony, aim low, Bill aim high...I got the middle."
Right!" They shout in unison as we rush this unknown threat. We have our armor and our our blades, this guy has no idea what he's gotten himself into. or maybe we don't don't know what we've gotten ourselves into. In a flash Tony's head flies from his shoulders and his lifeless body flops to the ground. Bill is run completely through and and I hear the gurgling sound of blood in my headset. From out of nowhere I'm hurled across the room and I don't know how but I feel all of it. My scanners pick up a faint trace of some unidentified vapor in the room. I start to give this guy a final piece of my mind but I realize to my horror that I can't move. MY spine snapped from the impact and I am at his complete mercy...I wish now I had chosen to flash my weapons because I could sure use the power of my blade right now. As the faceless figure stands over me poised for the kill my only thought is for my beloved Sarah and how much I'm going to miss her and the kids.
I wake in a cold sweat from what has to be the most surreal, vivid, nightmare I ever remember having. A wave of panic washes over me and I am left in a cold sweat panting heavily in the darkness of my room. Ai Lies silently beside me and I can hear the familiar sound of Aini cooking in the kitchen. I don't take nightmares lightly unless they're about the war, and this one was strange to say the least. I was wearing our Gen 1 armor aboard the Runt, which was destroyed almost a decade ago, and everyone aboard was slaughtered. Ray has been dead for some time now and I was calling him Tony, and Harley was Bill for some reason. After my experiences with Dominion and more recently with the Black mantis I have no intention of ignoring this "Dream". Let's just say if you have a terrifying nightmare and you can clearly remember all of it...there's probably more to it. I summon my sword to my hand and scan for magic but there's nothing out of place.Hopping out of bed I flash the rest of my gear on and scan a bit deeper but still nothing out of the ordinary. Then I get a call from the bridge.
"Shadawar to Obsidian, sir you're needed on the bridge."
"It's not a good time. Is it important?"
"You need to see for yourself captain."
"On my way."
I forgo breakfast and head straight to the bridge As the doors open I try to read the room, but everyone looks at me like they have bad news. The kind of news where someone is dead. My heart jumps as I remember the nighmare still fresh in my mind and for a second I think someone is going to tell me Harley's been killed. Instead I get much worse news.
"Obsidian, we picked up a derelict ship on our scanners."
"Okay so why tell me?"
"It's the ship's transponder signature."
"Somehting wrong with it, is it Sathari or Heigaran? What?"
"No, it registers as the SS Runt."
"Saywhatnow? Put it on screen."
Sure enough I'm staring at my old ship now floating seemingly lifeless through space. MY nightmare is looking worse by the second.
"Is there life support? Did you try signalling the ship?"
"Minimal life support, the ship is in standby mode and there's no life signs. It's not answering our signal."
"That's NOT the Runt...I saw it destroyed with my own two eyes. Lock a tractor beam and bring it close I'll check it out for myself."
"Aye sir."
I transport over and as I walk systems begin activating. I am standing on the bridge and the sight before me is horrific to say the least. My nightmare was no dream. Whatever happened here I saw it, but not as it happened. The corpse's are old and withered, only skeletal remains inside the husks of armor. I collapse into the captain's chair at the sight of my own lifeless body slumped against the veiwscreen wall and instantly the ship springs back to life.
"Error, dual presence detected...scanning...secondary presence identified...Secondary presence from Temporal Coordinates 75634 Identity...Obsidian Mask...Establishing command protocols...Welcome aboard Captain."
This ship like my old one is capable of determining temporal variances and signatures...Helpful, and by the sounds of it, I believe it just turned command over to me.
"Computer, what in the blue hell happened here?"
As the logs play on the main monitor I'm absolutely mortified. The whole scene is identical to my dream. The part that worries me is that my systems have identified the armor these men are wearing as Absorbium 30. Not 80 like I wore at the time I used the suits like these. More disturbing is how the attacker simply bypassed the armor's defenses and completely snapped this guy's spine. His sword lays strewn across the floor. Why didn't they take it? For that matter why didn't they take anything? I pick up the blade and sure enough it 's mine, and it responds like it belongs to me. Had the faceless alien picked it up, he would've been killed instantly but this blade is missing some seriously important modifications. It's not flashed, and it has no symbiosis, I doubt it can dance either. I order a skeleton crew aboard and have them do a body count. Back aboard the Nomad, I attempt to use my blade to resurrect my fallen doppelgangers. Only it doesn't work. There's only a couple of reasons it wouldn't and after I cast a "speak with the dead" spell I' absolutely certain of which reason it is. Their very life essence has been stripped away and destroyed. This doesn't bode well. My next move is to secure the other ship and bring us in to port. I'm going to call in some pals, namely Panterra and Harley. Whoever these aliens are they may return again and since they have a means of getting past Absorbium, or at least nullifying it, I want to be well prepared. I'll be damned if they'll catch me with my pants down.
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| Dwarf 1 of 7 Gloin aka Doc
Obsidian Original Characters 2020/4/21 12:12
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| I originally wanted Gloin, who will most likely be renamed, to be an Herbalist providing the company of seven with healing remedies and the like. The dwarves themselves will have nods to both The Hobbit and Snow White, in as much as the dwarves will possess the personality traits reminiscent of Disney's dwarves, but far less cartoonish. Yet Physically they'll be more like Tolkein's dwarves including a couple that are visually very similar. Like Tolkein, I will be drawing inspiration from the Norse "Poetic Edda". Unlike both, however, I have included a single female dwarf who, keeping with my universe is sporting some subtle facial hair because duh dwarf. |
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| Dungeons and not Dragons
Obsidian Original Characters 2017/2/11 0:17
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After questioning the traitor we discover that the Aliens that have been attacking us may not necessarily be doing it for sinister purposes. We've gotten the temporal coordinates for a temple of sorts and have infiltrated the place and are making our way through to the inner most reaches. As one might suspect the place is loaded with traps, as I assumed it would be. The whole scenario is playing out like some sort of bad movie. everything is so cliche. Panterra and Shadawar along with Obsidian Psi-Mage are close '
behind. As we make our way I can't help but notice the how ancient the whole place seems. My scan set it at millions of years and some of it is crumbling. The walls are covered in ancient hieroglyphs which my computer is trying to decipher with no success. There's some magic at work here but it's carefully hidden. We can detect is presence but not what type or purpose. Panterra begins sniffing...literally, as though he has caught a scent.
"Stop" he says cautiously "I've picked up an unfamiliar scent, very fresh."
"Which way?"
"Ahead and then around the first corner."
"You have point then."
As Panterra moves to the front of our party the Psi-Mage speaks up.
"Are you certain that is a good idea? He's not one of us."
"I know and that's what I'm counting on. Speaking of which, how come none of you guys brought your friends along? Seems like a logical move."
"This was thought to be best handled by only the Obsidian's. Our friends have no knowledge of these events."
"You kept it a secret? Are you guys all riding the short bus? What did you think you were protecting them from? Nothing good comes from keeping things from your friends simply because you think they wouldn't understand, or because you're trying to protect them. I don't do anything alone, as you'll soon see."
As we turn the corner the place opens up into row upon row of pillars with what appears to be an altar in the center. Stealthily we make our way to the center and spread out to make a more difficult target. A lone figure stands in the center and what at first appeared to be a simple altar can now be seen clearly for the command console that it is. The alien operating it doesn't seem to notice us as we get closer and closer. Then suddenly without warning he raises his hand and The Psi-Mage is gone, vaporized in a flash of blue-white light along with the pillar he was hiding behind. The little bastard's victory is short lived as a red shuriken impales his hand. A split second later it explodes removing said hand and sending the creature flying. Before it can recover it's lifted high into the air and dangles their unable to move thanks to Shadawar's Psionics. I draw my pistol and tell the red skinned being
"I'm not sure if you know how this works but I promise you two things: You're gonna answer my questions, and It's gonna hurt each time you don't."
Then he starts laughing, and it doesn't take long to figure out why. In his good hand is a detonator. I scan the place frantically searching for explosives and find plenty. The whole place is rigged to blow The thing speaks but my on board translators can't decipher itBut I know what he's saying...and before he can make good on it a voice comes over my comms.
"Don't sweat pal, I got this one."
The room lights up for just a split second and I know what just happened. I lift my faceplate and look right at the alien and say boldly.
"Go for it!"
He smiles smugly and depresses the button...but nothing happens. He looks puzzled and presses the button over and over and over Still nothing. From the shadows a voice, the same voice from my comms, says.
"The thing about detonators is, they don't work without these..."
Stepping from the shadows Thunderbolt hold up a couple of tiny fusion batteries which only a split second ago, were in the detonator the alien was holding.
"Like I said, Questions, Hurt...now let's get started."
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| Drell
Obsidian Video Game 2015/5/9 14:48
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| Thane Krios the Drell assassin wasintroduced in ME 2 and now I present a more generic Drell with no name. |
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| Dreagas 4
Obsidian Sci-fi 2014/1/23 20:59
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| A distant aline world...just one of many from the Galaxy 5 universe that Obsidian Mask calls home. |
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| Dragonelle
Obsidian Sci-fi 2016/3/11 8:32
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| A little beastie about the size of a mastiff, and doesn't breath fire but can bite through steel. |
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| Dragon-Sky
Obsidian Fantasy 2013/11/4 0:15
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Sky dragons are large even for dragons, though not as large as Mountain Dragon they do share much of the same territory and often come into conflict with the giant behemoths from time to time. Sky dragons are deceptively agile and capable of hovering (Unlike most dragons which cannot) their breath is a blueish flame of intense heat composed primarily of plasma. This intense flame can burn through all but the most resilient materials. Sky Dragons mate for life, unlike other dragons that mate periodically. If the mate should die the surviving dragon often selects a new mate the following mating season. However, if a Sky Dragon's mate is killed the surviving mate often goes on a killing spree searching for it's mate's killer be it man or beast and does not stop until it is killed or it has exacted revenge. In this respect Sky dragons set themselves apart for no non-sentient creature is known to seek revenge making scholars speculate as to just how sentient these magnificent creatures truly are.
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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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