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| The Black Knight
 Obsidian  2016/5/5 20:21
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| Space Vixen
CDA 2018/5/4 11:07
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This concept is based on a sketch I made many years ago. I had originally submitted the preliminary version.
I have taken my original concept and taken it one step further and have now created the final version. |
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| Inside Job
Obsidian 2017/1/8 23:50
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On a hunch I ask the Black Mantis to let me take a look at the vault where Parata's head was kept. I am given the passcodes and various other necessities required to enter without getting killed. I am also given free access to the security tapes. However, there's a stipulation...the imperial grand inquisitor known as "Shadowblade" has been assigned to accompany myself and Spydra during our investigation. He's a hot head but scary....reminds me of a movie sub-villain...he doesn't say much to anyone as we enter the vault but they're visibly intimidated by his presence.
"I am not sure what you hope to find that my investigators could not. I assure you we were very thorough."
His tone is derisive, and it's clear he's offended by our presence but he won't disobey the emperor, not if he wants to live very long anyway.
There's no prints, no trace of bypass equipment none of the standard tricks of the trade that professional thieves use. What amazes me the most is the sheer quantity of magical wards in place, with an equal number of passwords to get through them. There's no way anyone could get the passwords necessary to get through here without inside knowledge.
"Who was the guard on duty?"
"That would be Tarar, he is awaiting summary execution until YOUR investigation is completed."
"I'd like to question him please."
"I'll arrange it."
As soon as the inquisitor is out of earshot I grab hold of Spydra's arm and pull her close to me. In a hushed tone I tell her what my worst fear of this investigation is, and the only conclusion I can come to based on the evidence.
"Spydra, as much as I hate to say this, I think this is an inside job."
"The empirical evidence, or lack thereof, would seem to support your conclusion but who do you think could possibly be a prime suspect?"
"Hell I have no idea, but if I'm right, and they catch on to what we know the situation could prove very....dangerous."
"Then we keep our suspicions to ourselves?"
"Yes, and I know this goes against your faith, but I need you to keep your mistress in the dark as well. No one can know what we suspect."
Some time later, we're brought into an interrogation room with Tarar. We leave our weapons at the door as Tarar is something of a well trained killer as is the norm with all of the citizens of Mantis's empire. Tarar is not what I would call stupid or corrupt. His dossier is so clean it squeaks. he has no money issues or any family problems, in fact his life here could not be more ideal.
The Inquisitor brings me a small box which contains a shiny gold ring.
"What's this for?"
"This ring will vibrate whenever anyone within 50 feet speaks falsely."
"It detects lies?"
"Yes."
"What's the fallibility level on this thing?"
"Zero."
"Really? What if he believes what he's saying is true even if it isn't?"
""Well, yes I suppose that could be a problem."
"So 99 percent then?"
With that he storms out. Sometimes I'm a jerk just to bring down some smug ass a peg or two. I ask the standard questions and even have the Tarar lie a couple of times on purpose just test the ring, which works fantastically by the way. But it's not until my sword teleports to my hand that he starts to look nervous. he knows who I am and that my blade is much like the emperor's in every way...and he keeps his hands very still. He won't dare touch the thing for fear of death, but I have no intention of killing him. No I focus the magic of the sword on a little known spell that compels a subject to answer 5 questions truthfully regardless of whether or not they want to. The subject is immediately aware of the presence of the spell. Which should have this guy quaking in his boots but he doesn't seem nervous at all.
"Question one: How is your family life?"
"No things are fine at home."
Question two: Any financial problems at home?
"No sir, the empire provides for all that we could ever want and I make an excellent wage here, enough to live rather luxuriously actually."
Question three: Anyone have blackmailing you?
"No."
Question four: Were you otherwise coerced into allowing an unknown person into the vault?
"No sir, the lady knew all the passcodes and had all the right credentials. She seemd shady so I called for authorization and she was cleared. I told the Inquisitor the same thing."
Question five: Who authorized the suspect to enter into the vault?"
"The order came from the emperor himself, I spoke with him on the comm."
"An inspection of the comm records shows there was not communication at the time you say you spoke to the emperor."
With each question the ring remains still, not so much as a twitch. If he's lying he's got some kind of powerful magic backing him up. I thank him and send him back to his cell. After some time I return to the vault to check the communication records myself. I'm looking for traces of unrecorded communications. The communications system on a vessel (I use the term loosely)it's tough to completely erase those kinds of records completely. A voice from nowhere just about scares the holy crap out of me.
'How can I assist you Obsidian?"
It's the damned computer. The realization brings my heart rate back down as I realize it's a simple AI interface.
"Computer, can you show me all communication records for the day of the theft, for the entire ship?"
"There were approximately 1,234,946,647,342 transmissions at that time."
The numbers are astronomical, but then I have a stroke of genius.
"Compute can send me a copy of the guard's fingerprints?"
"What do you need those for?" Spydra asks.
"I'm hoping that I'm right but I'm playing a hunch. Computer which consoles are used to check in."
The computer indicates a console near the door.
"Excellent, and which console is used to get authorization should a visitor be suspicious?"
As the panel lights up I smile wide and proud. They're not the same console. The one lit by the computer isn't the same as the one used for daily security logs. This means if he did in fact have a conversation then he'd have to have left behind his fingerprint on the screen...and sure enough...
"Bingo!"
"Did you find what you were looking for?"
"Indeed I did, food old fashioned detective work wins again."
A thorough check of the security logs reveals that while there was no transmission that day, there hasn't been one in over a century. So why would the guard's fingerprints be on the screen, Video records up until the day of the theft show he has never stepped foot over at that section since being assigned this post. Somebody with top level access altered the records, and deleted the transmission. Only six people have the access level required to do this and It's up to me to find out where each and every one of them was at the time and possibly beforehand. Looks like everyone is gonna be stuck here for a while. I'm not looking forward to telling them the news. |
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| Unicorn 30 in 30-Day Twenty-Six-Bluefin
StarChild 2014/1/26 18:25
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| Obsidian Year One
Obsidian 2014/4/22 6:59
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| Before he became a spacefaring mercenary elf, Obsidian was a human adventurer and was stranded on a backwater world of medieval time period. There he learned about magic and all things enchanted. The vehicle pictured is actually a magical construct of notable power and is currently housed on a private space station owned by the Zero-Men. One might notice that Obsidian's armor is a bit different from the current design this is due to constant improvements made on a regular basis. |
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| The new girl.jpg
Obsidian 2015/6/2 5:53
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"Whatsamatter chrome dome? Somebody break your little heart? Cry me a river Luminesti, and honestly, grow up. How old are you 3-400 years old and still acting like you're 85?" The Dakkalfar's word sting, but I have to admit she's right.
"C'mon metalhead, I'll help you get out of that funk that you're in. This is my town and you are in for one helluva good time...asuming you'll step out of that armor, you know the one you wear on the inside and the outside." she says with a smirk poking her finger into my chest plate. Thus far the only elves I have ever interacted with were my own kind and honestly they didn't seem to care for my company very much, like there's something wrong with me, but this little dark elf isn't like that and I gotta say it's a bit refreshing. Maybe ...just maybe, I can let down my guard for a little bit. It's gonna suck like all hell if I'm wrong though. |
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| Her name is...
Obsidian 2016/6/25 18:49
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The Black Mantis had tricked me...but good. 20 million credits for every slave in the market...a day I'll never forget. I'll never forget it because of one slave in particular. She was tiny only 4 ft 6 inches...and she seemed frail. She was of a demonic species, what they call a category one...a servant. Her very essence tied to service no matter how cruel the master. But there was so much more to it...she was empathic...a genetic empath and until I left Moonshadow I had no idea what that meant. Her entire species was created to be the perfect mate...she is everything I ever wanted and everything I could ever want and if my tastes changed then so would she...she could be what I didn't even know I wanted. The problem is, I don't want her...it doesn't seem right and she knows it...she is doing everything right and I fear I may break down...it's not exactly a bad thing...one thing is certain...she's beautiful...and gets smarter by the day and she has all the skills of a top notch assassin...she is a perfect match. She went from shy and sheepish to fierce and independent almost overnight. She sleeps at the foot of my bed, the only compromise I could get her to make, my other choice was next to me and I'm mortal enough that I knew I'd give in to temptation at some point. Yes the Black Mantis had set me up and I'm certain he's getting a real kick out of this.
After a few weeks with her as my ...consort, assistant? I discovered that she was very young for a demon being only 50 years old. She absorbs information like a sponge and can adjust her appearance to suit her mate. However, she can never completely hide her demonic nature, meaning the horns and tail are package deal. They are cute though...Argh...see what I mean she's designed, no engineered to get inside your head. I find myself thinking about her and admiring her shape...the way her breasts heave when she giggles....DAMN IT! I did it again! When she walks in the room I lose my train of thought...
"Master, I have prepared your dinner, are you ready to eat?"
She smiles a perfect smile and I smell the scent of fresh flowers...Pheromones no doubt...that's not gonna help. The clothes she chooses to wear are exactly what I would want for someone like her..not exactly revealing but suggestive yet classy...The last couple of weeks with her have been a bloody nightmare. I don't have to resist but she thinks of herself as my slave and she STILL calls me Master. I'd release her but it would literally kill her...her species cannot survive if they don't bond with someone to serve and once bonded they cannot bond with anyone until their bond mate dies...they are magically connected and also spiritually. As Magic goes it's a masterwork of creation...but in my case...I want a mate who wants to be with me because she CHOOSES to.
"Master?"
I look up and she has this puzzled expression on her adorable face. DAMN IT! My thoughts linger on her especially when she's near.
"Sorry, what?"
"Your dinner master, it is ready and the table is set if you are hungry."
"Oh yes, of course I'll be right there."
She cooks like a professional chef, every meal is an experience, there's nothing I enjoy that she isn't exceptionally gifted at. Yeah are you beginning to see the problem yet?
"Everything looks delicious. Thank you. Are you going to finally join me? It's okay to eat at the table."
"No Master I may not, it is for you to enjoy."
"Seriously, we have to get you to stop calling me that...and you NEED a name!"
"It is for you to gift me with a name Master."
AAAARGH!!!! I can't win! Now I have to name her too? It's not like naming a puppy or even a child and I have named several of each.
"Fine, let me sleep on it and I'll come up with something tomorrow."
"As you wish master."
She smiles and her face lights up with excitement at the prospect of me naming her. She can't break any of her demonic rules and it is something I am coming to terms with. As she walks out of the room I can't help but watch her perfect ass sashay side to side...I don't know how much longer I can hold out.
The next morning I wake to her cute face inches from mine instantly I find myself wondering "Holy crud did I finally give in and sleep with her?" Frantically I start running a check list...underwear, check, blankets, check, her clothe still on, check. Whew a close one. I turn my attention back to her.
"Um good morning, can I help you?"
Excitedly she says "You slept on it and today is my naming day yes master?"
"Ah yes, I didn't mean I would dream your name."
"Of course not master" she says with the cutest giggle I ever heard (Damn it!). "I have prepared your breakfast and set out your clothes for today."
"Okay let me shower and I'll be right out."
"I shall keep your meal warm for you Master."
It took some doing but I managed to get her to agree to not bathe me...the first time she tried that Moonshaddow nearly punched her through a wall...in the end though she decided that was cute..but out of bounds...turns out Gods can order demons to do whatever they want
I step out of the shower and on my night stand is a piping hot cup of perfect coffee. Honestly as a personal assistant she is flawless. She takes care of things I forgot I even needed to do...like contact Harley on Ferusi. Who is settling nicely into his new role as High Justiciar, but as it turns out he will be leaving Ferusi since according to how the Sathari do things, it turns out it's my private property and the High Justiciar according to Sathari tradition, must rule from a world gifted to him by the emperor. I was supposed to meet with him for the transition and to re-establsh rule there. The date is set for the meeting and as I contemplate all of that my little demon walks into the room looking hotter than she ever has and I notice right away that her blue skin is no longer blue. As I stare at her flawless frame I completely forget I'm only wearing a towel...something that becomes readily apparent to both of us as she stares downward, her eyes filled with excitement.
"Master? I thought you did not want me to..."
"What? U'm NO...HELL NO!!! I'm sorry I didn't...I mean that is..." frantically I garb my pants and cover my...problem. "What...uh...can I um....What do you want?"
"I was only checking to see if you were ready?"
"No I'm not exactly...and...Why aren't you blue?"
"Blue is the color of an unbound. You would call it...I do not know the word...like a child before it reaches adulthood. On our naming day we reach maturity"
Holy crap she was a child!?!? ...aaaand naming her completes some sort of prerequisite for adult hood way to go dumb ass! Well that would explain the new...more impressive...proportions...yeah like she wasn't hot enough before.
"I will wait for you in the kitchen Master."
"Yeah um okay."
She walks out and I can't help but stare again...this is getting bad fast.
I stare at the floor as I sit at the table...another perfect meal waiting. She walks up behind me and places a fresh cup of coffee as I finish the last of a divine breakfast...and I feel myself wishing that she'd place those perfect lips on my neck...yeah...that'd be great. As I day dream about that...I suddenly realize....I"M NOT FREAKING DAYDREAMING!!!
Worse yet...I don't want her to stop. Suddenly, it's done deal and my desires win over my willpower. Everything she does is perfect and my mind is lost in every perfect curve of her body. hear hair, the way she smells, and tastes. It's mind blowing and even though she isn't a telepath it's like she can read my mind. Hours later I collapse in a heap with her atop me. She places her head over my heart and runs her fingers across my chest...I know I should probably feel guilty but I just don't. Just then she says.
"What a perfect day master, my naming day and my first time all on the same day it's wonderful."
"That um was your first time? No offense but you seemed like you'd done that before."
"Oh Master, my species can read body language and we instinctively know what to do for our lovers...it's even better the second time."
"The second time?" My words are cut short, and my day is complete bust...I haven't spent a day in bed like this before though...in 300 plus years I can honestly say this is like nothing I have ever experienced and I have bedded a Goddess!
True to her word the second time around was phenominal...Oh I gotta send the Balck Mantis an apology letter and a Gift basket.
Only one name comes to mind Aini Quenya in or Angel Divine in the tongue of men. I name her this because there is no way she can be a demon. The next three weeks we spend all of our time together, and I notice that she seems happier than she has been since I've known her. A part of me wonders...is she happy or is it just her programming? She surprises me one day with a request...she wants to accompany me to Ferusi...in full armor and weapon loadout. I don't doubt she can handle herself and since there's no real risk in visiting my own planet I agree. As she steps out from Ray's lab my jaw practically hit the floor The design of her armor is very familiar and I'm sure it's intentional...Purple accents though...not something I would've chosen. Could that mean she's finally exceeding her genetic programming?When we land planetside Harley is noticeably taken back. I'm sure he didn't expect to see me and a plus one. Harley greets me cheerfully as always.
"Bro, good to see you. You helping my move the big stuff?"
"Hah, you have jokes I see."
"And who do we have here?"
"This is..." Aini cuts me off mid sentence.
"I am Violet Mask...Obsidian's personal bodyguard! You may address me as Aini though High Justiciar. It is a pleasure to meet any of my master's extended family."
I'm stunned...if anyone could see inside my helmet they'd tell me to close my mouth. What was that? Over my internal comms I hear Aini's cute little voice say...
"Was that too much master? I wanted your bro to take me seriously I hope I was not too out of line."
"Uh no you were good...a bit unexpected but yeah...run with it."
Harley shakes her hand and turns to me.
"Since when do you need a personal bodyguard?"
"It's something I'm doing for diplomatic stuff...it doesn't look good to be all Ninja paranoid you know?"
"I feel you bro, well let's get inside and get the paperwork out of the way."
I spend the rest of the day bullshitting with my old friend and feeling rather impressed with Aini...ho would've thought she'd have that in her? If I had any doubts about her free will they faded fast. |
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| Relaxing!...
Machobubba 2015/1/12 21:44
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| Just a chick relaxing, trying a Technic to keep original shadows from DAZ Studio on custom made background... |
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| Nightbird
Obsidian 2016/5/11 12:36
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...Not to find an answer Just to hear the call
Of a Nightbird...
Nightbird is well known on Earth and several other IGFW worlds as well as at least 5 non allied planets. Whether alone or with her partner Red Eagle she is a formidable foe and deadly combatant. Gloria S'trill is was born of both Human and Sathari parents and while on the outside it would seem she has no superpowers whatsoever, making that assumption is a foolish mistake. Nightbird's gift are a Cosmic Class intellect, and the ability to mimic movements. This combination of powers has made her an expert in almost every field she takes even the slightest interest in. Though she possesses an IQ of 1250 she pretends to be quite dim witted when not on the job, she has been known to let out sudden "Bursts" of insight. In her day job she is a CEO at Drendle Industries (Owned by Ronald Drendle aka Red Eagle). As Nightbird she fights crime and tries to help those in need. As yet her true identity is not known to anyone..not even the super sleuth Red Eagle. Gloria has no family to speak of and lives a solitary life having found no intellectual equal has caused most of her relationships to fail dismally this in turn has made her personality equally dark though as Gloria she hides her depression remarkably well. |
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| Unicorn Comics 30 for 30 [2014] - Day Two: Octagon
StarChild 2014/12/2 18:42
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| Cults in the future just ain't what they used to be. I love this design and character. This 3D version is pretty darn close to his original 2D design which pleases me. I can't wait until I get a chance to use him. |
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| IN THE VAMPIRE'S CLUTCHES
lordcoyote 2017/4/1 5:56
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| Jericho looked down at the lovely heroine limp and helpless in his arms, mesmerized by his dark power. The prince of the undead had never before sampled the blood of a superheroine. A sinister smile formed on his lips. Surely by partaking in her life essence would increase his power, perhaps even enough to challenge his father, the vampire king for supremacy. Yes, he was certain she would make him stronger. Unable to wait any longer Jericho lowered his head to bring his fangs to her slender throat. |
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| ATTACK OF THE VALKYRIES PROMO
lordcoyote 2017/12/6 12:15
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A special promo for my latest literary work: Attack of the Valkyries!
It began as just a typical night for the lovely heroine Ravyne. Shes about to break up a heist when shes interrupted by the arrival of four legendary Valkyries who inform her that theyve considered her for recruitment!
Her! A shield maiden of the gods!
At first Ravyne is flattered.
That is until she learns the job requirement.
Coming soon!
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| Night Terrors
Obsidian 2016/12/24 6:13
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Always wanted to do this but until I found a client who wanted something similar I just never found the right incentive...now My client's idea and mine, while similar, are still different in many ways...and honestly....neither is that original. So without further adue...
The giant black bats of Debras 4 also known as "Night Terrors" are unique for a singular reason...they're the most massive ever recorded. With a wingspan of nearly 45 feet they are as large as some aircraft. They possess all of the normal abilities of their diminutive cousins such as excellent night vision and a remarkable sense of smell, but unlike other fruit bats they also possess echolocation which scientists believe help them navigate the colossal caverns where they dwell. What truly sets them apart is how docile they are. These bats are a variety of fruit bats although due to the nature of their diet they have similar facial characteristics (including fangs and incisors)of vampire bats. They subsist almost entirely on the giant Loardra fruits which grow on massive towering trees that reach nearly a thousand feet in height, the fruit of which must be coaxed out much as vampire bats cause blood to flow. They have also been knwon to feed upon the various giant, half meter long, insects that frequent those very trees. With literally no competitors to speak of and virtually no natural predators save fort Dragons who find them particularly delicious, this natural order prevents their numbers from skyrocketing out of control. It is possible to tame them for use as a mount but the care and feeding of these great beasts make that an expensive endeavor. In combat they are not particularly fierce having no real natural weapons of significance, but like all animals they can bite and have nasty claws but for the most part prefer to flee from combat. As mounts they can be trained to tolerate weaponry and combat conditions but are best suited for less dangerous roles such as reconnaissance especially since they can fly without making hardly a sound. They are otherwise identical to their non-marsupial cousins in every other way. |
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| WHERE'S THE RESPECT?
lordcoyote 2016/11/4 16:41
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She can save the world a dozen times but still they'll only care about her measurements...  |
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| Obsidian 3 way
Obsidian 2016/3/12 10:17
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| Not the kind of 3 way anyone really wants... Can you say standoff? |
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| biker babes final
vash99 2014/11/3 2:14
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| i dont think its getting any better |
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| Unicorn Comics 30 for 30 [2014] - Day Twenty: Valhalla
StarChild 2014/12/20 7:49
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| Grim Defiance
Obsidian 2015/10/7 12:41
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| Grim determination, that's what this pic is about nothing more nothing less. It's about overcoming and moving beyond. |
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| The Starlet and the Liar Part 2: Wrecked Fantasy cover
Obsidian 2018/5/6 10:10
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| This is to be the the cover image for the next comic. I have been experimenting with some new lighting techniques I hope everyone likes. These may very well replace my old techniques completely. Let me know what you think and remember whenever possible there is little to NO post work. This is image is NO exception. postwork here is darkened edges for dramatic effect and to draw the eye to the center. |
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| Lady Termite
Obsidian 2014/7/6 9:31
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| Gloria Danning, also known as Lady Termite, is a super genius inventor with the power to control and speak with insects. She invented a device that allows her to shrink in size down to one inch in height. She has a multitude of inventions including various firearms for all manner of effects. She is pictured here in her lab's main computer core where she runs simulations and various research projects. |
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| Survivor camp.
Obsidian 2016/11/2 2:41
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Using the data we gathered from the bridge of the Kryllian ship we manage to locate a small encampment of the surviving crew the sad fact s that there are fewer than 50 of the original crew left as far as we can tell. It's now late in the evening and we wasted a lot of time going through there ship but it appears it's time well spent. A quick flyby reveals automated defenses and at least one gun drone. We land nearby and approach with extreme caution so as not to provoke their massive sentry. A small campfire glows brightly in the center of several escape pods each serving as shelter for the surviving crew. Nearby is a generator transceiver, and water purifier. This group is well equipped to survive for some time. They have rations enough for months and all the tools necessary to carve out a life here if need be. like a mini-colony of sorts. IN a more hostile environment they would probably be screwed after a few months but in this land of abundance not so much. Of course most of the life we've encountered is incredibly hostile so life would be a challenge to be sure. A male kryllian officer steps out to greet us and as he does I note that of all the 47 crew here he is the only male and under any other circumstances I'd say he was a lucky guy but he might not think so right now. The crew looks clean, well nourished and appear to be in their right minds. I approach the male ready to draw my pistil on a moment's notice. behind me Aini, Shadawar, and Caewon spread out taking strategic positions a fact that does not go unnoticed by the Kryllian crew.
"Hello, my name is obsidian mask and I have been sent to locate Captain Drizna by High Crona Hirzhak. We are here to rescue you and your crew-mates."
"I'm commander Nabrin. It's a pity you could not have come sooner, so many of us were taken."
"Taken? By whom, or what?"
"The primitives that inhabit this planet thought us to be some kind of evil demonic creatures and acted accordingly , we had them out gunned but we're not allowed to interfere in their natural development so we could only stun them while they were outright killing us. Their wounded would revive unharmed in a matter of hours and we would be left with dead crewmen. We couldn't fight a war of attrition.' eventually they began raiding our camps, after the first couple of years it wasn't to hard to deal with but the became emboldened with each successful raid. eventually we had to seclude the women in camps like this with our best resources due to the savage nature of these primitives. A male would be killed but with a female they would do...other things."
"I see, um...did you say two years?"
"Yessir we've been here for four years altogether and we had just assumed everyone thought us lost."
"You guys have only been gone a few weeks at best."
"That's not possible sir we've kept perfect track of the days and the hours. We've been here 4 years 18 days and seven hours."
"Time must flow differently here Captain."
Shadawar adds, and I can 't escape the logic of his statement. Immediately I contact the Sable and fill them in one the apparent time difference, and have Sabrina keep track of both times so we are on calendar when we return.
For myself, Aini, and Caewon time differences mean very little but for these mortals this is a huge deal.
"Okay Nabrin, we'll need to know where the other camps are and where the rest of your crew have been taken. We'll arrange for you crew to be taken aboard our ship and return home s soon as we have every survivor on board."
I call down the Wraith and have my crew begin evacuating the survivors, as Commander Nabrin is about to board he turns to me and asks:
"What will you do about the natives here if they resist? We're rescuing your crew no matter what, I'll try not to harm any of them but I am not beholden to your non-interference policies...I'm not IGFW so I don't have to hold back, but I choose to because I'm not the bad guy. If I can spare lives I will but not at the expense of those I came here to protect."
"I don't agree with your decision but I can respect and in a way even admire it Captain. Good luck."
It'll take some time to get to each camp site and teleport each up to the wraith even so she's got limited cargo capacity so ther'll be several trips to the Sable to transfer the survivors. We'll remain in the shuttle for the time being. I send Aini, Shadawar and Fred back to the Sable with the crew and have them help with whatever repairs and departure preparations they can. Caewon, and Dr. Omega will remain on the planet with me. The Doctor claims he speak 7,00 languages which I have to admit is a lot by anyone's standards I use a translator myself it speaks over one million languages but it might help. As the Wraith departs Dr. Omega approaches me with a somewhat grim look on his face.
"What's up doc? (I always wanted to say that to a doctor.) Is there a problem?"
"As a matter of fact there is. I heard what you told that officer and you may not understand this but you cannot kill these people."
"Doc, I have no intention of going in there guns blazin" and a firin, but I have no intention of letting them kill any survivors we find."
"I understand but you have to know in their eyes we're the invaders"
"Good point Doctor but the invaders want to leave, so we need to let them know that. Hopefully they're graceful winners. If this is gonna be too much for you to handle good sir, you can wait in the shuttle. Unless of course you have a better way to handle this in which case I'm all ears."
"Actually, I had thought..."
Ever say something you were pretty sure you were gonna regret, I think I just did that.
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| ZATANNA
halcon89 2017/1/3 12:15
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| Rescue
Obsidian 2014/9/28 1:18
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| We all know we could be walking into a trap, I mean just because we’re getting a signal doesn’t mean he’s anywhere near it. In no time we're in, we step out of the vent just in time for a guard to spot us, but before I can even reach my gun Cheetah's on top of him sometimes I forget just how fast she is. The guard is only disabled even though she has lethal weapons available and I'm reminded of the fact that she's a hero and I'm not, because I would have shot him dead. I go into stealth mode and all weapons and gear get silenced. Thanks to the Absorbium 80 no sound emits from me or my gear. A handy side effect of the metal's properties to be sure. A push of a button and all the light gets absorbed too. There really isn't much this metal doesn't absorb. If it weren’t for the wiring running in and out of this suit I wouldn’t be able to hear or see a thing |
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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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| marie showing
vash99 2015/7/16 23:09
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| Wrrong ship, wrong day
Obsidian 2017/1/23 20:56
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With both ships docked we get to work on running full diagnostics and pouring over the Runt's logs. They were attacked with precision and the enemy knew where they were most vulnerable. Going over the schematics reveals some serious design flaws. No Infinitium plating, and no cloaking system. This ship is NOT my Runt. Moreover the Zero-Men running this show are still wearing our Generation one armors which crumble to dust with the slightest pressure. The chemical composition has been fundamentally altered. Judging by their backup armors their suits were composed of only Absorbium 80 which is great but inferior to my current armor's 120. No servos, barley and scanners to speak of, and positively none of their gear was flashed. Magical scans reveal a type of vampirism that literally pulled the life essence right out of them.
"Somebody was feeding?"
I say out loud without noticing.
"Not feeding." a voice from behind says "They were taking the life energy and collecting it."
I spin around to face the voice from behind me, weapons drawn and ready to go. Before me stands a woman roughly my height and wearing armor similar to the one I wore during my stint as God of Intrigue. Hers however, is covered in purple webbing and there's no sense of divine anything about her. Next to her stands...me...or at least another me again wearing my old armor. In fact it's the armor I wore during The Infinity-Man crisis. It's also composed of Absorbium 80, no servos but it has a few perks. God slayer is extended and the golden blade has their attention, and they appear to know exactly what it is capable of because neither of them make a move. The female speaks softly, calmly as if trying to talk down a crazed gunman. I'm not crazed...freaked out, but not crazed.
"Relax Obsidian, we only came here to talk."
"So talk."
I point the blade at the guy in my old armor.
"You be silent."
He doesn't seem happy but he complies.
"Okay sweetheart, you don't have long, security is on it's way and they are standard issue Mantis style troops so this better be good or it will be a very short conversation.
"Right. Okay here's the jist of it: An alien force of unknown origin and number is targeting the multiverse looking for the myriad versions of Obsidian Mask, aka you. Some of the survivors have banded together to combat them. Thus far with little success. They are Immune to magic, save for the most powerful type such as your sword, and are capable of negating Absorbium 80. They also seem to be searching for one Obsidian in particular, a Prime Obsidian if you will. We don't know what they want with the Prime but we're trying to get to him or her first."
"How do you know the prime isn't one of your group?"
"Because they're still searching."
"Okay, I have recently been through some serious clone crap and some life altering alternate reality crap. How about I call in a favor and see if the Black Scorpion can help?"
"That's a good thought," says the one I told to remain silent, "But the entire empire declined. In nearly every reality and time. They don't want to be involved."
"After all I have done for them? We'll see about that."
I call up Karr and he gives me a speech about temporal imperatives and protecting the multiversal time lines and a bunch of other crap that basically means they're no gonna help. But I don't let him off that easy.
"Fine, I get it Karr, but now it's time for me to collect on your debt. You said NOTHING was off the table and what I want is a simple request."
"We won't get involved directly."
"I don't need you to, I need you to send me something you already have. Something the Black Mantis designed just for me."
"Heh Heh Heh, I'm a step ahead of you my friend."
"Oh?"
"You've had it this whole time."
"Seriously? That bastard lied to me?"
"He used to do that pretty much regularly."
"Fine, then I rescind my demand for another time if it's all the same to you."
Purple can't believe her ears or eyes. Apparently she's never interacted with Mantis or his people and is somewhat stunned by the fact that I have a direct line.
"You know them? Personally?"
"I would assume we all do."
"No, we don't." interjects the one who was supposed to remain silent.
"Then how did you contact them?"
"Obsidian God of Intrigue"
At that moment the ships alarms nut out.
INTRUDER ALERT, INTRUDER ALERT, UNAUTHORIZED PRESENCE IN MAIN ENGINEERING. SECURITY TEAMS REPORT TO MAIN ENGINEERING
The three of us make a Beeline to main engineering. If it's who we think it is, he's in the wrong place, and this is NOT the right day to be screwing with me or my ship.
The doors open and the first thing I see is Sabrina laid out against a nearby station her limp body slumped over. the engineering crew is in similar shape meaning their attacker is no joke. The two Obsidian's and I move cautiously into the room. Seemingly out of the shadows the lone alien figure grasps the male version of me by his helmet and I watch in horror as the life saving ore disintegrates in it's grasp, my alternate self lets out a scream for an instant and falls to the floor with a sickening thud. It turns it's attention to me and I smile beneath my domed helm.
I move to avoid it's grasp but it's faster than it looks and it grabs a firm hold of my...Infinitium Helmet. The Black Mantis deceived me when I told him not to modify my armor and to only upgrade it. This guy DID NOT get the memo and until today neither did I. He seems confused and attempts to dissolve my faceplate once again but I'm done with this. My weapons unlike my brethren's ARE flashed and I show this bastard exactly what that means as put three very large holes in him blowing his head clean off his torso. As it hits the ground it begins dissolving into an unidentifiable puddle of goo.
The spider lady is stunned. Quickly I run over to Sabrina who is luckily still alive, although a bit broken. The remaining Engineers are in similar shape. Medics arrive in no time along with a forensics squad.
Spider Lady walks up and like a winded fangirl exclaims
"That was freaking AWESOME!!! You totally Owned that alien asshole!"
Staring down at her partner her tone becomes more somber.
"That's usually the result of our conflicts, if they touch you, you die. No ifs ands or buts about it."
Through my own communications I hear my voice
"42 what is your situation, we detected an anomaly report."
"We're all good here sir, our guy took out one of the invaders, and sir...They touched his face."
"I think you may have located our Prime."
"Why's that?"
"The invaders abandoned all other Ops almost simultaneously. All groups are reporting back...You better bring your guy in. How is 22?"
"He...he didn't make it."
"Understood, he was a good man. Report back ASAP."
She turns to me but before she can speak I stop her.
"Let me clean up this mess and get the ball rolling from here. You stay till I'm ready, a day, two at the most and then I'll come meet your friends."
I don't like any of this but her friends may have answers I need. For now I need to get some things squared away here. |
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| Unicorn 30 in 30-Day Fifteen-XI
StarChild 2014/1/16 10:28
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| XI [pronounced Zy]is the evil genius with dreams of granduer yet very little power or spine. |
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| Northwind
Obsidian 2016/7/1 2:55
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With arctic powers and supreme control over cold and ice Northwind is considered to be among the most powerful Gen-Abs to ever originate from Earth. I need an Ice-man type character. Good Name right?
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| 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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| Obsidian Mask Dossier & Mk XIII Armor
Obsidian 2018/12/6 5:19
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Name: Obsidian Mask (Rusco Yondo Ne'rdo) Pron (Rrrooscoo, You N' doo, Nairr doo,)
Species: Elf, Luminesti
Age: 354
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 165 lbs
Eye Color: Blue (Currently Cybernetic)
Hair Color: Blonde
Species:
Birth Rank: 2nd of 7
# Siblings: 6 (all deceased)
Relatives:Jenara (Daughter), Arethan (son)
Marital Status: Married X 2 Spouse's Names: Ai Thoron (Sylvan Elf...Dragon?), Lote' (Sylvan Elf)
Known Associates: Crimson Mask, Cobalt Mask, The Scions of Justice, PRIDE, The Sathari Empire. IGFW STAR Command, Shadawar (Sathari officer), Rendaza "The red" (Bodyguard Sathari Empire), Sabrina Wildman (Chief Engineer), Analaeus Sathari (Reigning Emperor Sathari Empire)
Intelligence: 14 (140 IQ)
Agility: !9
Strength: 14 (60 in armor)
Endurance: 15 (100 In Armor)
Psyche: 18 (Minor Psionic Defenses)
Presence: 19 (Elven DNA)
Vocation: Ninja/Soldier
Effective Combat Vlaue: 25
Powers/Abilities: Nightvision, Supernatural Beauty, Indefinite Lifespan, Immunity to Natural (non-magical) disease, Does not scar.
Notable Skills:
Electronics Engineering P.H.D.
Astro-Cartography M.D.
Anthropology and Archaeology MLA
Trained in Medicine (Equivalent Trauma care nurse),
Holisitic Medicine B.A.
Certified in Starship, Automotive and Aircraft Repair.
Blacksmith certification
Weapon Engineering/Design Certification (Archaic and Modern)
Weapons/Armor/Spells:
Current Armor Capabilities:
4-D Contained Jump Jets: (for limited flight capability) Top Speed 400 KPH
Zero Pistol Mk 4: Infinitium Components, Variable round select, "Barrel View" gun sight, 20 mm Grenade/Micro Missile launcher
Zero Rifle Mk 7: Infinitium Components, Internal Vari-Barrel allowing it to function as a shotgun/Assault Rifle/Sniper Rifle/Minigun Has all of the features of the Zero Pistol incl 20 MM grenade launcher.
Both weapons feature a 4-D warehouse with crates of various types of ammunition effectively making Obsidian a one-man army in a battle of attrition. In addition, the Infinitium construction means the barrels will never overheat and enchantments placed on the weapons mean they never have to be cleaned.
Zero-Blade ("Godslayer"): A relic class Katana created by the Golden Star Empire as a reward for "Services rendered", This highly enchanted blade can be summoned to the owner, Cast and spell the wielder has studied
Spell potency is 5 times normal Duration, Affected area, Affected Targets, Range, Damage, etc. Casting level is equal to that of the wielder times 5. Obsidian can command anyone holding the weapon to simply
"die" killing said person instantly. Additionally, as an immortal being (of the lowest category) the blade can be used to irrevocably slay divine beings although Obsidian is forced to take over said being's divine portfolio
. The blade also boasts Infinitium construction, and 4-d compartment to hide the Mono-molecular Infinitum blade, additionally, the blade possesses a high capacity 2-way forcefield which contains a
Matter-Anti-matter intermix chamber with an output of 13.5 billion GW of power capable of disintegrating any matter it comes into contact with. The Forcefield is designed to allow objects to pass through
without letting the energy within it escape. (The technology used to create this weapon is unknown in this universe and is exclusive to the Golden Star Empire).
Left Gauntlet/Bracelet Grappling line 16 ton capacity, Obsidian's Left Gauntlet/Bracelet contains an Infinitium Grappling line with Matching anchor. The line is thin but otherwise indestructible. Total Length 50 feet.
Right Gauntlet/Bracelet Scanner/Communications array: Obsidian's Right gauntlet contains a full sensor suite similar in design to many standard handheld models though 3 times Range and sensitivity, In addition
it also is equipped with a holographic communications array/display the keyboard allows full access to modern databases. There's also a surveilance package 4-D wrist blade, and concealed cutting devices
Saw/Beam.
Helmet: Loaded with Visual scanners Obsidian's helmet is also contains a communications package (Works in conjunction with gauntlet), Full visual spectrum scanner, internal life support/nutrition/fluid dispenser
and acts as a barrier against any level of Psionic/Mental intrusion. Unfortunately this is a double edged sword cutting intuitive perception drastically. An Infinitum Face-plate has recently been attacked
front of the helmet insuring that no means of attack will penetrate the helmet head on, the remainder of the helmet is and frame covered by a layer of Absorbium 80 which absorbs all known forms of energy.
Bodysuit: The Bodysuit is a hermetically sealed, self contained environment suit and like the helmet, is composed primarily of Absorbium 80 and enhances Obsidian strength/agility/endurance considerably allowing
him to bench press an astonishing 25 tons. Reflexes are enhanced via internal AI and Neural-Muscular inputs lattice-worked throughout the suit and helmet. In the event that Obsidian should become paralyzed (even from the neck down) the suit can still be operated with full functionality so long as Obsidian remains conscious and the suit 75% intact. Holographic camouflage with Tactile support this is like a built in disguise allowing the wearer to even appear to be unarmored if he so wishes. it is ineffective against magical sensory spells which do not reveal the true form but do reveal that it is a hologram.
Utility Belt: The Buckle can be removed and used to enhance the already impressive sensor suit of the Gauntlets and helmet, but it's most impressive feature is the Variable Contra-Gravity Generator which allows Obsidian to orient his center of Gravity to any point or direction he desires.
Kinetic Gloves: The Knuckle plates of the gloves are capable of channeling absorbed energy into a concentrated kinetic burst equal to the energy absorbed. Such attacks are further enhanced by the armor's 25 ton strength capacity. The Palms of the gauntlets are layered with Absorbium 120 and can be used (as in the case of the god Apophis) to weaken or outright kill an opponent in hand to hand combat after only a few seconds of exposure.
Absorbium 80 Overview: In addition to absorbing what one thinks of when considering energy, Absobium 80 also absorbs sound-waves, photons, impacts (kinetic energy), Magic, Psionics, and even life energy. In it's most pure form Absorbium cannot be physically touched by living beings as it is lethal. The highest level of refinement (Via Chemical processes) absorbium is rated at 120 (a thin layer of this version is applied to palms of Obsidian's gloves) it is capable of absorbing ambient life energy. When used with Nano-Irises the effects can be restricted or even stopped altogether. Due to the fact that Obsidian's armor is a creation of incredibly powerful and advanced beings the Absorbium in his suit is controlled via Sub-atomic Irises which are the single most refined method of controlling the effects of the absorbium. This method combined with an undisclosed adhesion method, allow the Absorbium to be applied in similar fashion to spray-on paint creating a thin layer that is more effective than larger plates. The technology behind this is a closely guarded secret. The absorbed energy is most often re-channeled throughout the armor to supplement the internal magical power supply potentially powering the armor indefinitely.
Biography:
Born on earth in the 20th century Obsidian was once a human. He was accidentally summoned across space and time by a Mage. After some adventures, deciding he was too old and out of shape but wanting to continue adventuring, he sought out magical means to extend his lifespan. To that end he procured the services of a mage to have himself transformed into a Luminesti elf, forsaking his humanity and Solaran roots for all time. Obsidian became embroiled in the "Millennium Wars" fighting on the side of the IGFW and its allies (Namely Earth) achieving the rank of Commander. Using the skills he acquired as an adventurer Obsidian quickly rose in rank and was recruited into a black ops branch where he was trained by the alien species known as the Oni who trained him for nearly 25 years before granting him the honorary rank of "Jonin". After his military service ended Obsidian was recruited by the mysterious Black Mantis who sought his services as an operative. Obsidian refused permanent employment with the Black mantis but did undertake assignments over a period of 100 years. Payment for those assignments has taken many forms including his ship, his weapons and various technologies, as well as his crew. Obsidian Mask is 354 years old, and for over 300 of that has been a mercenary, assassin, and something of a private investigator. Obsidian possesses several degrees, Obsidian believes in being self-sufficient and a survivalist. His Zoological knowledge has proved useful for determining types of animals that are poisonous or edible. He is a master tactician and is always suspicious. He has been a widower 2 times before his current Harem and is known to be attracted to powerful women. Obsidian still maintains ties with the Sathari Empire holding the position of "Indor" a title given to high ranking former officials by the Sathari government. As such he is under the protection of the Sathari Government until death (His species possesses an indefinite life span). To that end Obsidian has had many bodyguards, often a Psi-Mage of incredible power and experience.
At this time IGFW Intelligence recommendations are to maintain surveillance not underestimate his capabilities. Should the Golden Star Empire become involved agents should NOT interact and maintain surveillance from a discreet distance. Several agents have gone missing investigating this "Empire" and are presumed dead. At least one agent was returned and later discovered to be a clone of some variety as yet unknown. |
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