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| The Prime Suspect
 Obsidian  2017/1/9 23:11
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After discovering, that the guard was innocent and apparently did have a conversation with apparently the black mantis, I am worried about just one thing. If it was an impostor, how did it compel the guard to obey the order to allow the thief inside. The fake would have had to have current authorization codes and, (this is the real kicker) been able to wipe the records of said transmission clean. The more I dig, the more it looks like the Black Mantis is behind everything. He's the only one capable of this. I have to meet with the council, and explain my theories to them. But there's something in the back of my mind that keeps trying to tell me something, I just can't hear it. I'm missing something but what? As I wrack my brains thinking about it I feel a gentle pair of very delicate fingers on my temples. The circling motion easing the tension that has been building since this whole thing started. The touch is sublime and I feel calm like I used to when I was with- MOONSHADOW!
I leap from where I'm sitting and spin on a dime, and sure enough there she stands in all her splendid loveliness. God I miss her, but...
"Hello lover." She says with a seductive purr.
"Yeah, hey there. What are you doing here?"
"Oh as soon as you started looking into this whole mystery I have been near. It is after all in my domain."
"Right Goddess of intrigue. This situation would certainly fit the bill. So are you here to seduce me or lend a hand?"
"To lend a hand lover I would require and act of worship."
"I'm afraid my wives would most likely not approve."
"You're married now? To mortals again I presume?"
"No actually they're not mortal kin, they're Sylvanari Elves."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Do you know something I don't?"
"Darling..." she says moving closer until my back is against a wall and her lips are tantalizingly close to mine. "Of course I do?"
I can feel her breath on my skin, and I remember so much of our time together, but she's playing with me.
"What, um do you know?"
"Ah ah ahh lover, I am a goddess and I expect my due."
"Exactly what is your due?"
As her clothes vanish in a mist I want only to indulge her, but I just can't."
'No." I say calmly.
"No? Are you so loyal to your WIVES that you won't have me? I know about the little concubine demoness you keep. That is permissible but this isn't? Talk about hypocrisy."
"Aini, has my wives' approval. If you get theirs then I will happily indulge your every whim, but know this: They have the final say. It is that simple...and believe me I wish I could just give in."
"Now I know why my father has pursued you for so long. You can't be bought or bribed, you are honorable to a fault. It's a very rare quality, and he's an admirer of it."
"Honorable? No offense but your father doesn't strike me as honorable."
"But he is. He has kept every bargain he has ever made with you has he not? Keeping his word and obeying his rather twisted code is the very definition of honor."
"Okay, fine he IS honorable. Now if it's not too much trouble would you mind letting me get back to my dilemma?"
"Sure. In the meantime, maybe I'll have a talk with your harem."
"What?"
Instantly she's gone and I'm left with an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
The next morning I ask the council members to assemble in closed chambers.
With Spydra at my side, I am understandably intimidated by the level of cosmic power in the room. I clear my throat and addressed the six assembles council members.
"I have nearly completed my investigation."
"Do you have any suspects?" Norjaguar asks.
"Only one."
They each look at one another and then Raven asks the inevitable.
"Who?"
"I can divulge that information right now but if my suspicions are correct you may all be in much greater danger than any of us first realized."
"How so?"
"I can't divulge that at this time, I can only say that you all need to remain together, no avatars, no simulacrums, no clones. No traveling of any kind and you must remain together at all times until this investigation is complete."
They all nod in agreement. I leave with a glimmer of hope and pray I'm wrong about what I am almost certain I am not. I have to return to the colony where this whole investigation started.
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| Evil Rising: Conclusion Page 1
Dark Wanderer 2014/10/21 7:05
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| Thanks Pijon for the layout. |
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| Species: Dakalfar
Obsidian 2014/11/30 23:09
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I created this image earlier in the year but wasn't quite happy with it, something was missing and now that I'm at a point where i feel comfortable with my skills i thought i would recreate it.
Dakalfar like all of the Elven species are long lived and can trace their ancestry back thousands of years. Their Black skin makes them stand out among alien species in that no other species possesses this trait leading most scholars and scientists to believe that the characteristic may be rooted in magic rather than genetics. Like most Elves the Dakalfar are well suited to spellcasting, unlike their cousins however they are also predisposed to Psionics so it is no surprise that they comprise nearly 20 percent of all Psi-Mages on record. Natural abilities of Dakalfar are as follows: Nightvision (they see as well in darkness as most creatures do in broad daylight), Enhanced hearing (the ears of elves are not just for show), Enhanced Strength (all Dakalfar possess some level of superhuman strength ), Enhanced Agility (Like all elves the Dakalfar are exceptionally agile and lithe). Dakalfar possess technology equal to the Intergalactic standard their magical capabilities are equal to those of any Elven race and superior to most sentient species. Dakalfar have no known enemies but do not associate with other elves...it is believed that there was some sort of falling out among other elves but no Elf will speak of it. Dakalfar get along well with Solarans (humans) and can often be found in their company. |
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| Thunderbolt
Obsidian 2016/8/20 6:14
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| A revamp of one of my older characters.possibly a new costume...I'm not sure but this image was fun to make. |
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| Unicorn 30 in 30-Day Nineteen-PI
StarChild 2014/1/21 10:33
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| Not quite finished with the Supremians |
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| Takahashi and Gen-E 34.jpg
Obsidian 2014/11/1 22:24
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| outpost worlds have their renegades and outlaws and Billy Takahashi is one such outlaw. Not a viscous killer mind you but just a guy who likes to do things his way. A rule breaker who enjoys loud music, hot women and fast rides. He often finds himself involved in the plight of the downtrodden and has no compulsion against fighting the "system" for the little guy. Gen-E is his faithful combat drone custom modified with many "questionable" and most likely illegal mods and programs she is them match of any military drone even the latest state of the art models |
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| Unicorn 30 in 30-Day Twenty-Two-Delta
StarChild 2014/1/24 16:15
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| Second in command of the Supremians |
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| God Fall Obsidian Mask
Obsidian 2014/10/5 1:29
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| Staring out over the ocean at the city of N'garal on the planet Heigara 4 Obsidian prepares to divert to Earth. His mission: Find the killer of the Heromorph gods...But what will happens when he finds out who the killer is? |
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| sensual
vash99 2016/6/2 2:27
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| The real deal
Obsidian 2017/4/11 9:13
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Back aboard my ship I retire to my room to find my two wives accompanied by my mistress/demon whose skin has mysteriously turned back to it's original blue color. None of them look happy to see me and the youngest of my wives is pointing what my scanners tell me is an infinitium tipped poisoned arrow dead at the center of my chest. There aren't many things that are a threat to me but infinitium blades are at the top of the list and the arrow most certainly qualifies. I freeze in my tracks.
"I-Is there a problem ladies?"
I try to keep my voice clam and soothing so as not to provoke them.
"Yes darling!" Aini says through gritted teeth.
"We want to know what you've done with our husband."
"Before we kill you where you stand."
The three of them are serious. My computer says they're not lying and they're not impersonators. Something is dreadfully wrong.
"Girls it's me, it really is."
"There's just one problem with that impostor."
Aini again leading the charge is the one who seems the most sure.
"What's that?"
"You and I aren't bond mates Lover!"
"What do you mean?"
"I am bonded to Obsidian Mask , a bond that spans the reaches of reality. I can sense his presence I am tuned to his essence. It gives me purpose and and changes me emotionally, spiritually, and physically. Do I look changed to you?"
"Um no, you look almost the way you did when I bought you from that slave trader."
"Your knowledge of my mate's history notwithstanding, I am reverting back to my original form and there can only be one reason for that change."
"And that is?.."
"You are not Obsidian Mask. If I am separated from my bond mate for too long, a month or more, I begin to revert back to my prime form. My last form was chosen by his desires, and his dreams and unconscious longings. You don't have those or my form would remain, unless you suddenly developed a taste for demonic beings. Even if that were so my form would not revert but become that which you desire most...if you were my mate, which you are not."
"O-okay. for the sake of argument, let's say you're right. How do we proceed then?"
"We start" Ai sneers, "By you removing my husband's armor. Then we'll see some friends and get down to the truth one way or another. Rest assured my sister will kill you if you resist and my husband has taught us all we need to know-"
"To disable and if necessary kill me. I remember. Fine. I'll remove the armor but you're going to discover that I'm me."
I remove the armor and head to the infirmary, now at gunpoint, I submit to all the bloody tests the doctor requires. For the sake of argument we have Aini go through some tests as well just to be safe.
When the doctor comes back I I reach out for Aini's hand and the look I get chills me to the bone so I withdraw my hand. Whatever it is though we'll get through it together.
"Doctor" Ai addresses him and acts like I'm not even in the room. "What is your conclusion?"
"First, there was some discrepancies in Aini's blood work-"
"See, ladies I told you, I'm me."
I start to hop up off the medbed and a security officer puts a death grip on my shoulder.
"As I was saying..." the doctor continues "There were some discrepancies in Aini's bloodwork but that's because she's pregnant. Congratulations by the way."
The girls seem somewhat excited and then turn to me, byut just as they're about to apologize and celebrate.
"You however," the doctor pauses as he gestures to more security officers to join us. You are NOT Obsidian Mask."
"What!!??" I shout in disbelief
"Our tests show that you sir are a very elaborate yet magically constructed clone. You most likely possess nearly all of the orginal Obsidian's memories but you aren't him."
"Look doc if it's the eyes, they repaired them."
"No they did not. Your eyes were never operated on, in fact you bear nos cars of any kind nor any implants of any kind. There is an aura of magic that helps to sustain you, and all of your cells are essentially perfect."
"Doc seriousl, I'm me, just ask me anything?"
"Very well, what do you remember from your days as a human?"
"I can remember almost all of it, like when I got here and the day I-"
Almost instantly I realize what the doctor just did. I had myself transformed a long time ago, I couldn't remember my time as a human because the magic that transformed me prevented me from even acknowledging I was ever human. I'm NOT me, but then who am I? I don't even have time to complete my next thought before Aini has her clawed hand on my throat. With speed that rival a superhero she chok-slams me onto the floor repeatedly until she I'm certain she's going to tear my head from my body. All the while screaming
"Where is he! What have you done with him? Give him back give him back give him back.
Again and again I hit the solid deck plate beneath me, until everything goes black. I awake later still in the infirmary, I step off the medbed and move towards the door, two guards are posted there and they have but one order. I call for the doctor and when he arrives I ask.
"Doc are you certain? There is another simple way to find out."
"What is it doc"
"Simple, order that clone guard to shoot me."
"What?"
"The guards are, like you, magically compelled to obey Obsidian Mask. If that's you then I'll be the one needing a doctor."
"Your funeral doc. Guard, shoot the doctor."
The guard turns to me and....punches me dead in the face. Well, either my crew has been replaced or I have...I don't feel like an impostor. My nose is bleeding so I ask the doc for some tissue, he hands me some ice instead and recites an incantation I recognize. It's the same one used to repair magically...created...clones. As the bleeding stops and the pain recedes I realize it must be true. But I thought only the black Mantis and his pantheon had this kind of magic. Abominous has it too? This is bad, really really bad.
"Doc, just one thing alright?"
"What is it...um...what shall I call you...Ah...Shade?"
"Ha ha doc. Very funny."
"You were saying?"
"Just have the crew do me one more favor, consider it a final order. Have them...find me...and kill the sonofabitch responsible for..." I gesture to myself..."This."
"I'm certain they weren't waiting for your order, but I'll tell the first officer."
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| Unicorn March madness-Day 9-C.L.A.W.
StarChild 2012/3/19 21:25
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| criminal organization that has been mentioned in dozens of UC bios |
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| Gobellian (aka Goblin)
Obsidian 2014/3/5 7:37
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| So I had this idea for my game which helped to explain some Earth mythology. A prison ship on it's way to a penal planet was struck by an meteor or some such forcing it to land on the primitive 15th century Earth. The crew and most of the prisoners survived though nearly all of them escaped. These escapees humans would call "Monsters" and being that they were the worst examples of their species, Solarans (humans) simply assumed that all of them were evil. This superstition combined with some mispronunciation lead to many of the mythologies that human in my game believed in for centuries. It also explains why in later centuries all of these "Monsters" seemingly disappeared. The above creature is one of those "Monster" species a Gobellian (Often mispronounced Goblin), they are from the planet Gobell (Pronounced: go-bell as in slow and well) they are diminutive creatures being only about 3 and a half feet tall. There greatest accomplishments lie in weapons technology having developed some of the most powerful explosives in the five galaxies. Their skin is brown or green and covered in scales suggesting that they may have been descended from reptiles. Good and evil run equally among their people as in Solarans (humans). |
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| The Scarlet Bow
Obsidian 2014/3/12 19:06
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Former Professional Thief turned Hero The Scarlet Bow is an outstanding member of The Scions of Justice. Her skill with ranged weapons is not due to simple skill but to her powers as a Gen-An (genetic Aberration) which allow her to see at phenomenal distances and have increased her manual dexterity to superhuman levels. She utilizes a variety of trick arrows as well as trick bullets for her Hand crossbow. The weapon itself is a combination of both automatic pistol and Crossbow. Her method of transport is her famous Skycycle which is a refitted Police Heavy Skybike. Her costume is made of highly durable Titano-weave and Dura-leather composite and is incredibly sturdy and resistant to most conventional weapons.
The Scarlet Bow was a gang member when she was a teenager and maintains ties with the criminal elements on the streets. She is a highly skill martial artist having received training from Panterra himself her Gen-Ab powers enable her to learn incredibly quickly any movement she sees an ability she uses well. |
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Obsidian 2015/6/3 10:15
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| When one is immortal it stands to reason that one might bear offspring. This is true of even the mightiest of beings. Even the gods sire offspring...it is also true of the Black Mantis. The self proclaimed "Multiverse's Greatest Assassin" has sired many children over 10 millenniums the oldest of which is Moonshadow. A top assassin in her own right she was trained by her father and highly skilled in both the martial and magical arts. Well educated she has the equivalent of at least six PhD's in the realm of Physics, Temporal Mechanics, Genetics, Cybernetics, Computer engineering, and Theoretical physics. She is also well versed in chemistry, and biological engineering. And holds 2 Masters degrees in Archaic science. One for Practical application and one for Arcane Theory. Moonshadow is no idiot nor is she a love struck teenager. In fact at over 9,550 years of age one would hardly call her inexperienced or naive. She does not get involved in her father's afairs and does not normally interfere with the lives of mortals in general. Her interest in Obsidian stems from pure sympathy. She sees him as a other sees a wayward child and at this point a child in pain. Her personality is not well suited to being a matriarch and at her age she sees no distinction between 25 years old and 500 years old both are like children, and both are adults. After his dealings with The Black Mantis Obsidian will of course be incredibly suspicious of her intentions and it will no doubt lead to some explaining on her part. |
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| Sinking feeling
Obsidian 2017/6/19 3:14
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My visit by the Egyptian god Osiris has me thinking that maybe they know more about the Maetriks than it would at first seem. The planet where they hold the most influence is a strict low tech world so I'm left with my horse and a few guns. No ships are even allowed in orbit...unless of course you want to piss off an entire pantheon. I choose a landing point far outside of any populated area but near enough to what my ship's scanners tell me is the a vast library. A trek through the desert would kill most travelers after only a few days but not me. My armor keeps me cool, and there's internal food fascimilators so I'm good for supplies as long as the suit's power supply lasts. The power supply of course is something I'm not worried about considering the suit powers itself. My horse is cybernetic...robot body horse's brain...in actuality a Cyberbrain with a horse's essence transferred into it. No food or water it just keeps going the very act of moving charges it's power cells. An oasis is a nice pit stop anyway. A couple of hopeful vultures fly overhead hoping to find a quick meal but they move on after figuring out I'm not on the menu. As I stare at the sky's reflection I can't help but feel like I'm being watched. I don't ignore those kinds of feelings so I do a scan of the nearby area, I detect lots of insects and even a giant snake but otherwise nothing out of the ordinary...Yeah, I've seen that movie before though. Just because I can't scan it doesn't mean it's not there. I also don't rely what I can see . I'll have to keep my head on a swivel while I'm here. Traveling by mount is slow and a bit tedious. I could cover in minutes what is now going to take days. Don't get me wrong, my mount can run for days without getting tired but I can't. I get rest when I can and Onyx serves as a wonderful sentry along with a few forcewall spells. I'll reach the library in roughly 6 more days, and onse I'm there I'll need a few holographic disguises to keep things calm...I wonder how Onyx feels about being a Camel heh heh heh. I'd kill for a hovercycle...or a magic carpet.
The days pass quickly without event but I still can't shake the feeling I'm being watched. I finally give in and cast a couple of detection spells. I know it doesn't seem it but I'm loath to use magic. Somehow it feels like cheating. It's like a shortcut that I could easily get addicted to. It's so easy to become reliant on spells to get things done when things get too hard for technology or the mundane. I love my sword and it was made to my exacting specifications but still, I'm no mage and I don't want to get a reputation for using magic I really enjoy springing that one on the bad guys. I often mislead people into thinking I'm using technology instead of magic. The spells don't reveal anything magical or any kind of scrying. Still the Oni ninja masters believe that when you look at someone you connect your chi with that person. That's how you know when someone is staring at you inside their vehicle when you're at a traffic light. It seems superstitious but using the tactic of never staring at a person's head hasn't failed once. Right now, I feel like someone is staring at mine.
As night falls I do something I have never done in my life. I set up a decoy. A holographic remote with some magic thrown in for good measure. It'll reda as alive if checked for magically and the batteries on the drone will last a few days I program the thing to go through a daily routine of ride and rest. In the dark I find a nice deep shadow and create some magical darkness to conceal myself and Onyx. I activate the drone and Onyx and I go stealth. We cannot be seen nor heard. At sunrise the drone does exactly what it's supposed to and breaks camp climbing up on the drone mount and heads off to continue the journey. As Onyx and I watch I make note of three figures who discreetly follow only a few minutes later from the cliffs high above the ravine we've been travelling in. They're good too the stop when the drone stops and the remain motionless behind a magical cloaking field. I hop on Onyx's back and we take a new path. Now I'll tell you this: Onyx doesn't need to walk, he can fly but that's supposed to be a no no here so I have him fly very low to the ground, only he doesn't leave any tracks. I do this for several miles. Picking up our trail will be next to impossible. The next thing I do is haul it as fast as Onyx can go which is a whopping 300 kph. with our pursuers on foot and following the drones it'll be impossible at best for them to catch up.
Normally I like to find out who is following me and who they work for but not today. No, today I have an appointment at an ancient library. |
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| The Bots Are Here...
Machobubba 2014/3/19 20:39
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DAZ Render
Light Dome Pro Photoshop – Light Dome Pro Combine
Genesis – TyRex
Genesis – Bot Armor
Genesis 2 Female – Bot Armor
Stonemason – Urban Future 4
RawArt – Giant for Genesis |
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| Spydraxis New Costume
Obsidian 2014/11/29 9:32
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Spydra is granted the full power of her armor during the "Rise of the Anti-Scion" Her new powers double her strength and grant her optical camouflage, as well as the power to teleport via shadows. The goddess Spydraxis (who shall be making an appearance soon.)unlocked these powers to help battle the threat of Dominion while she cannot directly or indirectly interfere she discovered that she could equip her own Scion any way she chose and for any purpose.
BTW any feedback on the new costume is greatly appreciated. |
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| Like it or not
Obsidian 2016/12/12 1:53
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The thief was a bust so now I need to get hold of the Black Mantis and give him the bad news. Worse yet there's an assassin with mono-molecular weaponry taking out all competitors and leads. The Sable is at full burn to the Solar system when there's shudder and every alarm in the place goes off.
I hit the intercom on the nearest hallway panel and contact the bridge.
"Bridge report! What the hell is going on?"
Shadawar responds immediately.
"We're caught in a tractor beam."
"At full warp?"
Just then Sabrina cuts in
"Yessir we're completely locked up and the engines are beginning to overload. We're gonna have to shut down!"
"Fine! Sabrina shut down engines and transfer all power to defensive systems."
The reply from the bridge has me aggravated to say the least
"All defensive systems are off line! We're sitting ducks."
Just then it hits me, and I ask a question I already know the answer to.
"Bridge, in what direction are we being puleed?"
"Um straight up 0 mark 0 degrees...straight upward."
I'm no longer feeling defensive...no , now I'm just pissed off.
"Bridge this is the Captain, stand down from alert status."
"Aye sir."
I flash on my armor and head to the bridge. Just as I step in the entire bridge crew simply vanishes. I look around quickly, in dismay and suddenly I'm face to face with...
"Black Mantis...."
"Hey there...Grab a seat."
He says cheerfully, gesturing to a comfortable looking chair. I ignore the invitation then ask curtly.
"Where's my crew?"
He sighs, and then walks to a nearby window. Looking out on a vast city he says.
"They're here on board. They're being attended to and are being treated as honored guests."
"Whether they like it or not?"
"Indeed."
"And my ship?"
"Docking bay 2."
"Are you serious?"
There are millions of docking bays aboard the massive mothership of the Black Mantis, and the first few are nearest to the Imperial palace and those few have the best technicians in the empire.
"What gives? You know you nearly tore my ship apart right?"
"A necessary risk, besides your ship wasn't in danger you're no idiot and neither is your chief engineer."
"That's beside the point."
"Ugh you act like one of those...mortals. Fine...I'm sorry, and next time I promise to use more courtesy."
"Yeaaah....ummm....who are you and what have you done with the real Black Mantis?"
"Hah, yeah I can see why you'd ask that.. I have been a complete ass to you over the years haven't I?"
"That's a loaded question."
"No I'll admit it, but now things are different, and I ....we... need your help. I know of your failure and the fact that not only has Parata been freed but he is presumably back to his full strength."
"Crap."
"Exactly and precisely."
The voice comes from behind as the doors open, it's Norjaguar and his mood is quite dour.
"The council has already convened and since you are our best chance at defeating this maniac, you're being held here for your protection."
"Fine. Not going to be too many places safer than this."
"Right now, " Mantis adds, 'That's debatable."
Suddenly I don't feel so safe.
"The Black Mantis was attacked, and severely injured a few days ago. Our island was also destroyed. To that end we are remaining at warp indefinitely until we have this matter resolved."
"I'm sorry, I thought I went crazy for a minute and heard you say someone hurt him?" Pointing at Mantis I am more than a little taken aback.
"I knew Parata was a badass but he did what now?" My question goes unanswered as we exit the elegant quarters and into the hall.
"We are going to reoutfit your ship with the usually powerhouse options and then we're going to equip some new tech as well." Norjaguar says calmly.
"I like my ship the way it is thanks, I designed it myself."
Mantis scoffs and in no uncertain circumstance adds
'Your ship is woefully under-powered for your current contract, and less will NOT be more in this situation. "
I stop mid stride and in a moment of complete indignant defiance, I let these bastards know exactly where we stand.
"YOU WILL NOT TOUCH MY SHIP!!! Because if you do I walk and and you can find someone else to take on Parata for you but I'm betting he knows everyone else you'd go to and is plenty prepared for them. So don't screw with the Sable!"
The two of them say nothing in response to my out burst instead the simply nod and say....
"Done."
"However, " Mantis replies..."You'll need something better for this."
"You mean like the Drake?"
My words sting a little bit and it was completely intentional. The last time that bastard "Gave" me a ship he was trying to recruit me via his daughter. he doesn't reply to the jab at all instead he very calmly says.
"No, you need something powerful and sleek, something closer to the Wraith. Consider it part of your payment...along with whatever else you need."
"Okay fine, how fast can you have a new design ready?'
They both laugh like I just asked the dumbest question ever. Knowing them I probably have.
"You design it." Norjaguar says..."We'll have it ready in a day."
"Really?"
They both look at me and without missing a beat simultaneously answer back.
"Really."
"I can upgrade your loaners from Harley if you like, as well as um...what's the word....Update...your harem?"
"What my what?"
'Oh let's face it they're primitives and lack skills and abilities despite all they've done with your technology at their disposal."
"No. What the hell is wrong with you? I'm not gonna let you do ANYTHING to my wives!!!"
"I simply meant education."
"Are you sure? None of that mutation chamber or anything freaky like that?"
The speed and power of Norjaguar is unearthly as he pins me by the throat to a nearby wall. I struggle as hard as I can but the servos in my armor are no match for that kind of raw physical power. So....in a panic...I run him through. Quickly, as he grasps at his wound, I cast spells to increase my strength, speed, and agility to what I hope are levels powerful enough to at least get me close. Then, in a place where I could be hilariously out numbered and outgunned I stand my ground. He chuckle for a sec and quickly winces in pain.
"Agh...You're right about one thing Mantis, he is definitely the right guy for the job. Did you really cast a Ant-regen spell?"
I'm not sure what to make of this...I just ran this guy through with what is possibly the one weapon in the universe capable of killing him and he thinks it funny? Oh man what have I gotten myself into?
"Um...I figured it was appropriate considering who you guys are."
Norjaguar removes a spray canister seemingly from nowhere, and sprays the wound which immediately begins to heal. He looks back to me and asks..
"How do you know about the mutation chamber?"
"I've been working for you guys quite literally for centuries, I have more information about you guys than just about anyone."
"That is why we hired you now. Jag, don't sweat how he knows about the chamber. I told him, and I've told him a bunch of other stuff nobody knows about too. IN the meantime...the ladies?"
"if their okay with it fine if not don't."
"Good now we have a special gist for you...something special..." |
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| Dark Elf Priestess
Dark Wanderer 2017/3/31 19:07
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| In my chair
Obsidian 2016/11/21 8:38
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it's been a great morning, breakfast was delicious, and the coffee was perfect. My wives are a real blessing. I have to remember to get them each something nice. I walk to the bridge and into my office and that's when the day goes to complete crap. He's just sitting there all 4 foot 3 inches of him, multiverse's greatest assassin . In actuality he's a cosmically powered killer, dressed in an infinitium nano mesh bodysuit. it looks like spandex but there's so much magic you'd go blind if cast a Magic detection spell on it. and technology in it you'd go blind casting coffee his feet are perched on my desk with coffee in hand and he's rifling through my star charts like he owns the place. At this point I realize I have nothing to lose so I may as well be a bit indignant.
"You're in my chair."
he doesn't even acknowledge my presence.
"I said...!"
"No need to raise your voice Obsidian, I heard you the first time."
"Is there something I can help you with?" I ask while pouring another cup of coffee. I brew mine fresh in a pot I keep in my office it's a little decadence I allow myself from the 21st century. The Black Mantis looks up from the hologram in front of him and calmly states
"I have a job that requires your skills."
"No."
"But you haven't even heard the specs."
"it's from you? No."
"It threatens the mulitverse."
"No!"
He takes a deep breath, sighs and then he scares the living hell out of me with one word.
"Parata."
"What...about...him?"
"He's gone."
"No." I chuckle mockingly "He can be gone. Because you have his head encased in infinitium, and locked in a vault on your ship. A ship I might add that is...480 MILLION MILES WIDE AND 240 MILLION LONG!!! So there is no way with the most powerful technology, magic and cosmic power that you could possibly have lost his HEAD!!!"
By now he and I are nose to nose, and I realize I may be pushing my luck at this point.
he places a finger on my helmet then slowly and deliberately pushes my head back.
"I didn't lose it. It was stolen, by someone with a lot of magic and well informed. The thief completely bypassed everything and we knew she was coming."
"Wait, She?"
"yes we determined that it was a female and we have tons of video and images."
"Really? but you just said..."
"I have mundane backups for just such an emergency. Simple video photography late 20th century tech, laughable but few people ever think backwards when planning jobs like this. They're always prepared for the advanced systems but nothing like simple camera."
"If she gets his head out of that casing.."
"You don't have to tell me I'm the one who put his head in there remember?"
"Then you already know you guys will be the ones he comes for first and he's a bloody genius not to mention powerful."
"His former resources are ours now and anyone loyal to him died centuries ago."
"Okay any leads?"
"Just one, she's on an Earth colony in the outer rim. I've been there and I can tell you there's no way to detect her by psionics or magic. So you'll have to do it the old fashioned way."
"Alright, I'll take the job, but it's gonna cost."
"Tell Tanaka and it's yours, I'll grant two requests one up front, and one on completion. I don't care what condition the thief is in but I don't need to tell you what could happen if Parata gets loose and resurrected."
"You really don't"
"Good then, do not fail."
"I never do. Now will you get out of my chair?"
With a snap of his fingers he's gone and I'm left with a ton of research. How would one get anything out of a case made of pure Infinitium? You can't hurt it or beam through it, and as far as I know the only one who has the etch to reshape it is the Black Mantis himself. Quantum resolution EMT devices are still a millennia away by current standards and that really limits the number of people or organizations that could get that head out.
Parata is singly the most fearsome opponent the Black mantis and his pantheon have ever faced. At one time he had defeated all of them and left me and my two friends Ray and Harley to stop him. he underestimated us and it allowed us to kill him. But gods don't die so easily and so the Black mantis had his head encased in indestructible Infinitium. He then had his body likewise and placed it on the surface of an unnamed star where it remains to this day.
if the two were ever rejoined the rage of this very unbelievable powerful cosmic being would be unthinkable. I have a good idea of where to start searching but I'm gonna need help on this one. I think it's time I called on some old friends.
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The fight with Razor is quick and decisive, and I don't come out on top. the battle costs me...dearly. I feel like an idiot, I rely on my armor too much instead of my skills, and Razor took advantage of that, he really did his homework and I'm lucky to be alive. Had it not been for the spellcasting ability granted by my sword I'd be dead. I escape to the Lillun's bridge but my wounds are too great and I lose consciousness. I awaken in the Med Bay with a worried Moonshadow whodidn't use her power to heal me oddly enough, and a Medic clone tending to my injuries.
"High Justiciar, don't move just stay still. It's going to take time to recover."
"What happened?"
"You were badly injured, by powerful magic."
"Why am I reading a new interface? It says Prosthetic status."
"Your arm, was missing when you arrived on the bridge, we assume you lost it in your battle. Whatever magic affected you has made regeneration impossible and we're not able to make a synthetic replacement either."
"Gods Damn you Razor!"
Among elves is it very shameful to have prosthetics of any kind it demonstrates profound stupidity and is viewed with ridicule...I'll make Razor pay for this. But I can't help but wonder what magic could prevent regeneration? My thought is interrupted by the song of an angel..and instantly I am at ease.
"Relax darling, the doctor has done exemplary work and you'll be on your feet within a day."
"Moonshadow, how did you...?"
"You are someone important to me and I always know when those I care about are in danger or when they are seriously hurt. I tried to heal you myself but the magic was just too powerful...even for me. I'm just glad your doctor was one of my father's medics."
"Yeah the entire crew was a gift from him, in payment for a job."
"I know all about the Infinity-Man incident. Father ordered us to stay out of it."
"What the hell kind of magic stops divine power? I thought mortal magics were nothing compared to yours."
"This magic is not mortal. Who did this to you? What happened exactly?"
I rundown the whole thing and Moonshadow comes up with a brilliant idea: We run the data from my scanners and discover that the magic on Razor's sword is definitely divine...Goodbye arm.
As soon as I get out of here I'm going to turn every resource available to this little problem and Razor will see me again. And next time i won't underestimate him.
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| Last resort
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| Not all worlds are are populated by friendlies, and even the impressive resources of Obsidian Mask are enough to keep things peaceful. However, underestimating your opponent works both ways and while the pistol in his hand looks relatively harmless when compared to a 35 ton mech the Anti-Matter rounds in the chamber is a real game changer. Everything for 3 blocks is about to be reduced to a crater...But the intrepid mercenary isn't worried as his armor has held up against worse and he knows he'll be the only thing standing when the smoke clears. Anti-Matter is something of a last resort but with his hovercycle a flaming wreck Obsidian is fairly certain it will be the only way to save his skin. A single negatron (opposite of a positron) is enough to do the trick, and anyone caught in the area won't even have time to notice their dead. |
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Three corporations have the capacity to possibly remove Parata's head from within it's casing. Techimo, Niles Corp,
and Ildragitech, Of the the three only one has the resources to build such a device...Ildragitech.
They're a huge company spanning three of the five galaxies, and they sell just about everything from soap to software to space gate parts.
Their main factories on the colony Draza 4 specialize in Transport technologies.
We'll arrive in only under an hour, and I'll have to figure out how to stop the thief from getting what she wants.
Of course we're all assuming that she infact wants to remove the head from the casing. I'm not taking any chances...
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of shouting in the hall outside my quarters I step out and I'm
nearly decapitated by the business end of a very sharp sword.
"You're out of your damned mind woman!!!"
"I see how you look at him do not deny it!!"
"Four the fifth time I am not after your husband!!"
There's a brilliant flash and suddenly Gloria Bannon becomes Spydra and my wife Ai is in mortal danger.
"What sorcery is this? Do you think to frighten me like some child?"
Another flash of light and my own body is instantly armor clad. I know I have to step between them or Ai could be seriously hurt.
Why am I so worried about Ai?
First: Both women are trained warriors which would make this a fair fight but Gloria is now garbed in her mystical
spider armor which tips the odds considerably in her favor, she's as strong as I am and ten times as agile.
Both are lethal combatants meaning their fights are usually to the death. I don't want this on to escalate so
I step between the two of them.
"Okay what is this about?" I shout at the top of my lungs.
Sina inyahuan seeks a' replace amin vee' yeste' verne'" (This bitch seeks to replace me as first wife)
Even with a translator Ai still manages to spit elvish, now that's a trick. Unfortunately Spydra's enchantments
allow her to understand and speak all languages. So she knows what Ai just called her.
Spydra's silken bands envelop me and she pushes me to the side with force. My armor absorbs the impact but I'm bound
and stuck to the wall. The next thing I know she's on top of Ai with two of her deadly, sharp, spider-legs placed
firmly under Ai's chin. A single drop of her corrosive venom lands on the floor near Ai's head and hisses audibly
as it burns the floor.
"Spydra Don't"
She turns her head to me then back to Ai.
"I don't want to have this conversation again do you understand? Come at me again and I may forget your husband and
I are friends."
Ai's eyeballs are like saucers, she knows she's bit off more than she can chew and simply nods in agreement. Spydra
waves her hand and the webs holding me simply vanish. She helps Ai to her feet who then runs off in tears.
"You live in a zoo. What the hell is her malfunction?"
"I have no idea. What were you two going on about?"
"I was on my way to see if you had made any headway in our search and Ai marched up and accused me of wanting to
replace her, and having a thing for you, and then she attacked me."
"I have no idea what that is about but her people have some strange customs. I have to go see to her I'm really sorry about all this."
"yeah...whatever, it's cool. Just talk to her okay sheesh."
With that I tear off to catch up to Ai and pass Aini in the hall.
"Aini did Ai pass you inthe hall here?"
"Yes master, she seemed pretty upset did you have an argument?"
"No, it's a long story. Just did you see where she went?"
""Maintenance closet, she told me she didn't want to be disturbed."
"I got this."
I open the door and find Ai, a deadly warrior princess, curled up with her knees in her chest sobbing. I know she
couldn't have been shook up that much. She never shed a tear when we fought so why now? I close the door and
place my hand gently on her shoulder. Kneeling beside her I pull her close so she can cry on my shoulder.
"Shhh darling, what is all this about?"
I ask lovingly lifting her chin so I ca see her face I wipe the tears from her eyes.
"I am a good first wife my darling, but I fear I am jealous. I looat Spydra and her eyes follow your every
movement. She thinks I do not see but I do "
"Sweetheart there is nothing to be jealous of, there's nothing but friendship between me and her and quite frankly
I have my hands full with you and your sisters not to mention Aini."
"You do not understand, our ways which we learned from birth are not some mere superstitions, we are bound to them
by our honor. What has been done cannot be undone. I am so sorry my husband, I have failed you."
"You haven't failed me. Spydra isn't hurt and neither are you and she is willing to let the whole thing go. It's okay."
"No, it is not okay! How can I remain first wife if I cannot protect my position? First wife is not just a matter of
order. The first wife commands respect and leads the others. I do not merely give orders I take care of the others,
like a queen. How can I do that now?"
"It'll be okay, I promise."
"NO! IT WILL NOT!!!"
She pushes my hand away and storms off again presumably to her quarters. I really wish these batty ladies came with
an owner's manual. Women are hard enough to understand but their tribal customs make it nearly impossible. If
there's nothing I can do to remedy the situation I'll have to let it play out. That's a good way to handle this
right? Yeah, right...I get the feeling I'm going to regret this.
The next morning we arrive at interstellar customs, my ties with the Sathari empire grant me diplomatic immunity in
the IGFW jurisdictions. This means I do not get inspected by port authorities which saves me a royal headache. My
vessel is considered a military craft in this area and they subtly warn me not to start anything or else.
Teleporting is only allowed in certain areas and they have inhibitors to make certain it's enforced so I have to
teleport down in controlled areas. A cursory scan with magic reveals that they're stopping magical teleportation
too, I look around for the telltale signs of psionic dampeners, and sure enough they're all over the place. Whose
really in charge around here? I mean you don't see real security like this except in rare circumstances.
I think it's time to get nosey but first...a hotel room, something swanky just to keep up appearances. I never get
to wear disguises and these guys don't really know who I am except for what data records they can get, which are
woefully inaccurate by the way. So it's gonna be me, the Lunari, and the Spydra, costumes for everybody this is
gonna be fun.
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| Enter Nechronos
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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...
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| Nearly all elves posses some innate magical aptitude but not all choose to pursue the study of the archaic sciences. Obsidian is one such elf, however, is not stupid and thanks to a fulfilled contract for the Mysterious Black Mantis, Obsidian is in possession of one of the most powerful Magical weapons in existence. His sword allows him to cast any spell effect he knows of (must be an existing spell not a custom spell) and personally seen in action at 5 times the power of the actual spell. For purposes of casting the sword treats Obsidian as if he were a mage 5 times more powerful than himself. In addition he can command anyone wielding his blade to die and they will be struck dead as stone. The sword has been modified with symbiosis enchantments that allow it to teleport to Obsidian's hand when need or when taken beyond a mile from him. The sword can fight as if wielded by Obsidian for up to one full minute of combat. Obsidian rarely uses magic preferring to rely on his technology but he knows all too well that magic has it's uses. It is important to note that while the blade is extended (activated) the spell casting abilities cannot be used. |
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| Just a piece of splash are to get a good look at OBsidian in his current incarnation...I really love his new helmet. |
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