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Sinking feeling

Sinking feelingUpdated
SubmitterObsidianMore Photos from Obsidian   CategoryOriginal Characters    Last Update2017/6/19 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.

Gods' help us

Gods' help usNew
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I have returned to Namae where I hope to find some clue as to what happened to Ichio and I am greeted by the local authorities.  They explain that because of my diplomatic ties I must be escorted while on the planet and that my ship must remain docked.  I do manage to get clearance for my hovercycle while here so it's not a total wash. They assign me a cyborg (yeah like it could keep up) and I am told she's one of the most powerful on the planet.  Knowing the Namae...that's saying something. I begin by searching Ichio's home in the high rise district, and area so densely populated that the residential area is all high rise buildings. Ichio's apartment is on the 29th floor of one of these high rises which makes for one helluvah climb as the elevator quite naturally, is out.  Combing through his apartment I find a receipt for his charter flight and the name and logo of the agency who booked it. I also pick up residual traces of nanotech on the card itself. in the letters, and it doesn't take long for my suit's scanners to apeshit.  

"WARNING Nano-intrusion detected!  Activating countermeasures." a low powerwed EMP stops the little buggers in their tracks and the sub-nanite scrubbers collect the little bots and contain them for the time being. I say nothing to the cyborg police woman who seems oblivious to the event. As I leave she puts her hand on my shoulder and asks:

"You were planning to share that evidence yes?"

No flies on this one here.

"Of course, I'll get you a sample when we return to the station."

She is far more perceptive than she lets on. Something I'll have to be mindful of in the future. I have tried repeatedly to scan her systems but her masking tech is some of the best I have ever seen and my sensors can break it.

"Where to now Mister...Mask is it?"

"Obsidian, just call me Obsidian or Kokuyōgan in your tongue."

"Ah so you speak our languages then?"

"A couple of them yes.  I spent some time here a few decades actually."

"Were you here for the Nacron invasion?"

"No just after during the cleanup."

"That was a terrible tragedy, for the whole planet."

"It seemed so to me."

"May I ask, are you expecting this to be the same or similar?"

"I hope not but my sources say there's no system safe from these Maetriks are apparently cyborgs like yourself except that they're out to end all life that they cannot control and add to their collective or hive or whatever they call themselves."

"My understanding is that they can usurp electronic devices and basically anything with a computer."

"If you're wondering if you'd be at risk the answer is yes.  Ichio was killed by these machines and gods only know what happened to him. He wasn't a cyborg in fact he was just a man and they used him to lure me out.  Now It's my mission to make sure that's a decision they live to regret."

"It sounds like you cared deeply for your friend."


"He saved my life many times, and he was a good man. You mortals are a rare bunch and we elves don't like to get to close to too many of you.  You are bright sparks in the universe, with a light more brilliant than the stars themselves then you're gone in an instant. Once in a while a mortal comes along and changes our lives forever, the way we think, act, or feel...I think that's a mortal's true purpose...to change the way the immortal races view the universe.  Ichio did such a thing for me."

"I can see why you would want justice for him then."

"Justice? No my friend this has nothing to do with justice.  Justice is for beings capable of regret.  The machines have no understanding of the concept."

"So you are seeking vengance?"

"Absolu- what the?"

Looking out of the apartment window my eyes cannot believe what they're seeing. Beings who have not made their presence known in eons are hovering high above the city. A giant pyramid shaped starship hovers ominously overhead and the cyborg and I high tail it to the street below.

"What is that thing, I'm not familiar with the type of ship."

The cyborg's words are lost on me as I frantically scan the ship to find the damned emblems that identify the GOD it belongs to.  Egyptian gods aren't like other gods, they do not exist in some distant dimension like say the Olympians, or the Asgardians, no they exist here in the mortal realm, with their full divine strength. I say a silent prayer to whatever gods may be listening and hope there is some kind of divine intervention coming.  It's one thing to challenge an avatar, but quite another to challenge a god in person. Finally my scanners locate the symbol...Osiris god of the afterlife.  At least it isn't Seth or Anubis.  

The ship is quickly surrounded by Namaean forces but according to my scans they're just asking to be destroyed. The egyptian gods tech is among the best the entire known universe has to offer.  Their most formidable weapon...an antimatter cannon.  How that even works I have no clue.

"We need to help evacuate these people Obsidian, if that thing wants a fight these people are right int the mid-"

"If that thing wants a fight we're all dead.  I need to speak to them...now.  I need access to my ship."

"Why YOUR ship?"

"Because my ship has the power to drive these guys out of here if they get nasty and your don't."

"I see, in that case..." She pauses for a minute her eyes roll nearly to the back of her head and I can tell she's accessing a mainframe (robot tells)."Access granted you now have clearance to be in our airspace."

In an instant we're aboard the Lillun-2 and I hail the giant pyramid, a ship which vastly dwarfs my own. The ship's insignia identify it as the Nyuserre.


"Attention, Nyuserre this is Obsidian Mask, please state your purpose and intent."

After a moment...we receive a reply. Text only.  Tne message reads: "Move over."


I step to one side and instantly there stands before me a massive green skinned man,  with a pharaoh's beard, partially mummy-wrapped at the legs, wearing a distinctive crown with two large ostrich feathers at either side. In his hands is a large book with only two visible pages.  He looks down at me and says.

"You are Obsidian mask? Answer truthfully and know that the eye of Osiris compels you."

I can feel the power of the god's eye but I was gonna answer anyway.

"I am. What do you want of me Oh god of the afterlife?"

Gods love all the formal crap, makes me sick to my stomach actually.

"I have come to gift you, who seeks the destruction of the Maetriks.  A gidt of great power so that you might find and destroy this enemy of all."

Egyptian gods value and use technology as much as anyone in this universe and as such they would probably be susceptible to the Maetriks should they choose to attack them, and they most likely would.

"Thank you lord Osiris, I humbly accept your most generous offer (don't laugh it's not easy for me to talk like this.).  What mighty gift have you seen fit to grace this humble servant with?"

"I give you the book of Thoth, that you make undertstand the animals of the universe and the other is to understand the minds of the gods."

 
"A truly generous gift great Osiris, and I am honored to recieve it from your in person. You do my house great honor indeed."

Having a god grant you an audience is pretty awesome, having one pay you a personal visit is unheard of...unless you know the gods I know.

"The honor Obsidian is mine, I have learned of your great deeds from the God Karr and his pantheon, the universe is many times in your debt.  I ma saddened that we must ask you once again to place yourself in danger for those who will never know the good you do. Upon your successful return my peers and I would like to show our gratitude for all you have done."

I bow, genuinely. "Thank you.  It's an honor to hear you speak those words, and I mean that. I rarely receive thanks for my deeds and I would never presume to ask for any, but it warms my heart to hear it nonetheless."

With that, the mighty god of the afterlife places the tome in my hand and returns to his vessel.  For once I'm a bit speechless.  The mighty Pyramid ship departs with haste and I am left there feeling for the first time that what I do and the sacrifices I make are noticed by someone at least and appreciated by at least a few.
I bid the cyborg farewell and set course for Kryllia 4 the home base for the Travel agency that Icio used to book his ship. Time to get some answers.

Preparations

PreparationsNew
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I didn't want to be here.  But sometimes there's challenges one simply cannot turn their back on and if this bunch of heroes, and nutjobs wanna call me out...Fine.  But all is not fair in love and war and this is war.  To that end I return to an old stomping ground of mine to pull some things out of mothballs.  There is no sentient life on this world, and that is my fault...what I hid so far below the surface is unfathomable by most mortals...a thing most foul.  When it comes to light I'll have the attention of the gods themselves and nearly every cosmically powered being in the universe will have its eye focused on me and my actions from this point on...I hope you guys are happy...this you have wrought upon yourselves as I prepare for....The Smackdown.


I couldn't wait so I'm creating preparation images...Like this. Can you feel the suspense building Heromorphers?

Panterra couldn't make it (Smackdown round one) Obsidian Mask

Panterra couldn't make it (Smackdown round one) Obsidian MaskPopular
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The gauntlet has been picked up Jinky LOL Let the games begin.

What does that

What does that
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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."

The Maetriks

The MaetriksPopular
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After some debriefing and a few formalities, I'm escorted to the medical facility where Ichio is being held. My old friend looks to be in bad shape at first glance but when I start to scan him to ascertain the full extent of his injuries that's when everything foes straight to hell. My scanner's go off like a five alarm fire:

Warning! Cybernetic activity detected.  Source: Maetriks type android. Recommended course of action: evacuation!

What the...

Before I can complete the sentence what used to be my friend sits up and promptly vaporizes everyone in the room...save for me. A machine roughly in the shape of a humanoid female shed's the skin of my now most assuredly dead friend and rises up hovering just a few inches off the floor.

"Query, one target remains...Interrogative: How is it you survive?  Conclusion...subject possesses armor constructed from Absorbium elements.  Solution adjust weapon signature."

"Say again little robot?"

It raises and arm and from it's hand flies a type of energy I have never encountered...one that apparently my armor cannot absorb, and it tears a hole through the outer layer of my chest plate.  Thank the gods for triple redundancies or I'd be as dead as everyone else.  Still the blast sends me flying into a nearby wall.  My on board systems inform me that all of the nano-control irises are jammed shut meaning until I get this suit fixed my armor is just ordinary armor.

"Observation, target has survived second assault. Conclusion target possesses advanced technology. Directive changed, capture target and assimilate technology."

"I don't think so."

I pull out my trusty blade and activate an "Erase Technology" spell.  Which to my horror does not do anything.   The machine looks at me and tilting it's head to one side says

"Magical energies are ineffective against this unit. Your technology will be assimilated, your inferior magical devices will be discar-."

I cut it off mid sentence with a single swipe from my "Useless" magical weapon, slicing it cleanly in two. Immediately I draw my pistol and atomize the remainder.  I'm only left with questions now...what in the nine hells, hades, and all of Niflheim, was that thing?  More importantly how did it manage to blast a hole in absorbium? Even closing the nano-irises wouldn't allow anyone to vaporize my suit...dent it sure but not this.  This is gonna be a problem if there's more of these...what did my computer call it? Maetriks?  I'm gonna have to make some calls and go through the computer logs of my friend's ship..assuming they're intact.

It knew my armor's composition, and recognized advanced technology...I don't want to think what that thing could have done if it had actually captured me and assimilated my technology into it's own.  It said "This unit" Meaning there are others and implied that not all of them are immune to magic. If that's the case, there may be more of them coming and some of them may be vulnerable to magic.  Rule 1 in this kind of situation always assume backup is on it's way.

I put my ship on high alert and contact Commander Drenek aboard the Radager.  

"Commander, this might be far more than a simple random attack.  That was a freaking ambush and it didn't make it's move until I got there."

"How could it possibly know when to strike? Assuming it wasn't mere coincidence."

"At this point we can't assume anything is beyond its capabilities so for the sake of argument let's assume it was able to extract that information from my my friend.  It certainly might be curious to determine whether the information was legitimate."

"So it cloaked itself from our scanners and gave off false readings all in an attempt to lure you here? To what end?"

"I'm not sure commander, but I  think it's a safe bet that it didn't do so without reporting what it was doing to it superiors."

"Superiors? You don't mean to say..."

"It said ti was a unit. implying more than one exists.  If that's so we can safely speculate that there must be some sort of hierarchy behind it otherwise why use the identifier "This Unit" why not  refer to itself as "I" ? If I'm correct and my logic isn't flawed, it's buddies are sure to come investigating, and we've seen how well they can blend in."

"Yes but you were able to penetrate their disguise, with ease I might add."

"I'm not sure which system penetrated their disguise but I will be looking into it and as soon as I am able I'll try to make sure all of us can do it. In the meantime I recommend locking down the station and evacuating all non-essential personnel to the planet below until further notice NO ships in or out lock down all docking bays."

"Right away."

Maybe I'm over thinking this, but I have seen a lot of horror movies in my time.   You know the ones where you're yelling "Don't open that door !" but the guy does it anyway, or the one where someone just has to ask..."what's the worst that could happen?" You know right before everyone is murdered by the guy or the monster?  I'm not going out like that for the sake of ego.  I really wanna be wrong...I'm probably right.

IGFW Explorer

IGFW ExplorerPopular
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An IGFW officer explores a strange new world...seeking out new territories for colonization.

I have to say I love doing environments and alien worlds present a whole different set of challenges than say an earth-like location. I love the different plant life and figuring out where the various plants go and what role they fill. What is alien grass? What is an alien tree?  What color is the sky? Lots of fun and sometime...sometimes...like now...I get it just right.

Time and again

Time and again
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Analaeus sent one of his high ranking officers to summon me to a very discreet meeting, but it really wasn't what I thought it was going to be. It turns out that an old friend, Ichio Tanaka, a namean who found himself in Sathari space.  After barely surviving a tragic encounter with pirates that left the ship he booked passage on a floating wreck and his fellow passengers and crew dead he was brought to a medical facility. Once there he said his ship was attacked by "Anihilus the Traitor" but that is impossible since Analaeus IS Anihilus.  I've been asked to go over the wreckage and interview the witness myself since this is all so close to home. I have to say my interest is piqued.  The facility where Ichio's ship is stored is a massive starbase used for trade and housing far above a verdant world rich in natural splendor. A vibrant blue planet with no pollution and teaming with wildlife. There are sparse colonies located near the desert regions and those are the only areas allowed to be colonized. The starbase itself is massive as most are and is bustling with activity. Trade ships coming and going at all hours and round the clock shifts for the base's personnel. A couple of military ships remain stationed permanently to serve as guardians for the base and the planet below.  The ship Ichio  was found in is stored within in one of the larger hangars and have it under heavy guard. As we arrive we are greeted by the Captain of the S.I.S. Radager a heavy Sathari cruiser nearly a kilometer in length and armed as one might assume, to the teeth. The captain an older Sathari male with gray hair and a prominent beard is pleasent enough and my ship is expected.    

"This is Commander Drenek of the I.S.S. Radager to Obsidian mask, welcome to starbase 374."  

'Well met Commander, I am reporting as per the Emperor's request. My crew and I would like to get settled n and begin our investigation as soon as is permissible."

"UNderstood.  Before you do however, the emporer has additional instructions that I have been ordered to deliver by hand only.  I have prepared a shuttle to transport you to my ship."

"Um, A shuttle will not be necessary.  We have spatial transport technology. I can be over within the hour. I can meet you in your main shuttlebay."

"Very good I will meet you there personally at 21:00 hours."

With that the transmission ends and my crew and I start making preparations for docking.  I suit up and head to the transport room. As I step up on the pad I can't help but think that there's something odd about meeting the Commander in person. I am puzzled by the way Analaeus is handling this. I mean for a guy too busy to come to me personally he sure is giving this investigation a lot of personal attention. What with all the specific instructions.   I give the signal and vortex chamber hums, a split second later I'm in the shuttlebay of the Radager. I have apparently alarmed the security detail who instantly point their weapons at me.  It's almost funny but they don't look to be laughing.  Ah good times.  






Panterra Pounce

Panterra PouncePopular
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Sometimes the elevator and the stairs just aren't fast enough so the only option is to take a flying leap off the top of a building...of course there is the nasty problem of that sudden stop at the bottom.

Vocation: Professional Thief

Vocation: Professional Thief
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Professional thieves are not your run of the mill pickpocket or dime store hood. No, they are concerned with the "Big Score" vaults, jewels, and priceless works of art are their forte. The professional is adept with advanced alarm systems, and sneaking past high tech surveillance devices.  They avoid run-ins with the police but can be quite dangerous when cornered.  The professional will often have training in acrobatics and martial arts and carry a variety of tools that are task specific. Professional thieves can find a fence anywhere but their fences usually only deal in high end items, either for sale or purchase.  This makes professional thieves better then most at finding hard to acquire items.  Professional thieves regard finesse above brute force and skill above all else. They have skill similar to assassins including the art of disguise although they are not stone cold killers. If a Professional thief can catch an opponent unawares they have a chance to render them unconscious.  Prerequisites are Agility, and Intelligence.  

Pictured here is the notorious thief known to the authorities as the "Phantom."  this image is the only one in existence as the Prowler is meticulous at remaining unseen. The Prowler has stolen an estimated 3.5 billion credits worth of various items including a couple military weapons, and top secret devices. The Phantom, while difficult to hire is available for solo contracts and NEVER works with a team.

Omega

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Omega

The sole survivor of the Omega Corps, she is now the only wielder of the mysterious Omega Force. Her power is the combined strength of hundreds of thousands of Omega troopers...each of whom possessed the power to destroy stars.  What will she do with her strength her power?  Rachel Evans of Earth has no clue, no designs, no plan.  For now she is content to travel the stars with the universe as her playground.  Her spirit light and her heart open she will take life as it comes, with no responsibilities and no burdens...for now.

Rachel makes no world her home and calls few people her friend.  What rachel is unaware of is the the very being who decimated her Corps is coming and will not rest until it has devoured the Omega force and obtains its power. With no Corps to aid her she must form another...before it is too late.

It was not long ago that Rachel Evans was a simple colony girl on the outer rim of the Milky Way galaxy. She was only 14 years old when she was recruited into the Omega corps. The Omega Force chose her even though she was still quite young. With her parents permission she began her training and underwent the numerous genetic modifications to become and OMega Trooper. Omega troopers are nearly invulnerable and immortal with abilities far in excess of normal men and women of the species they represent. The grand masters of the Corps were astonished by her ability to harness the Omega Force and how quickly she learned the skills needed to be a galactic law enforcement agent. In truth Rachel was later revealed to be the nexus, a unique being with the power to harness the raw power of the Omega Force, and capable of wielding it's power without the need for the Omega Bands that other Corps members used.  Rachel could also use the Omega Force for various effects as mages use magic. The Omega bands only allow their wielders to create energy constructs, but rachel could manipulate the Omega power with much greater versatility.
During the cataclysm Rachel was trapped in another dimension. She returned to find her Corps decimated and her fellow troopers all dead.  There were no clues as to who could do such a thing and it took many years fro Rachel to accept that she was the last.  NOw she travels the vastness of space helping those she can.

A Hero Reborn

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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.

Things to come

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Just a small glimpse into the future.  A new part of the ship that has gone unexplored until now..actually it wasn't needed until now ...Androids don't work out.

Firebird Dossier

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James Holden, is a gen ab. He was born in the northern America continent on the eastern bay of the city of New Detroit. His powers are as follows:

Energy manipulation Fire (reduce or intensify)
Energy emission fire and heat.
Invulnerability Fire
Limited Invulnerability Magical fire
Immolation fire
Create construct fire
Flight

Vulnerabilities: Firebird requires oxygen to create flames this means he cannot generate flames in a vacuum without the assistance of additional chemicals.

Firebird can focus his flames to to simulate jet thrusters or even a high heat welding torch. Firebird can also ignite any kind of flammable material. It is important to know that Firebird does not usually leave a flame trail but there is often residual effects from creating fires.

James statistics:
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 250 lbs
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Age 22:
Occupation: Journalist
Military training: Some basic self defense
Siblings: None
Known Relatives: None

Str: 17
Agl: 15
Int: 18
Psy: 13
End: 19
Pre: 15

Weapon skills: Small arms Basic proficiancy

Non-Weapon skills:
Journalism (Bachelor's Degree)
Creative writing
Investigative research
Criminology
Forensics
Computer sciences
Computer hacking
Cooking (professional quality)
Art (drawing/sketching)
Driving (domestic)
Pilot Ship (Frigate and smaller)
Navigation (Land, air sea, space)

Coming out.jpg

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Ai has asked to meet with me alone in our quarters to talk about her...recent revelation.  It's a conversation I am eager to have but I'm certain she is not.  As I walk through the door her nervousness is obvious to even the untrained eye. I try to be as nonchalant as I can and put her at ease. I pour us both some Elderberry wine (she has quite a taste for it) and I take a seat on the sofa. Ai sits across from me and after a couple of moments of thought she speaks.

"I-I wanted to tell you about what I am. I was going to tell you many times but the moment never seemed right and I wasn't sure how you'd take it."

"I can understand that. It's not something that one just drops in another's lap out of nowhere."

"Yes, but still you are my husband and I have unintentionally deceived you. I apologize and I beg your forgiveness."

"There's nothing to forgive but I do have some questions."

"As I thought you might.  Ask me anything husband and I will answer truly."

"Alright.  Are you dragon or elf?"

"I am...dragon. I have been as you see me now for a very long time.  I know little of my dragon heritage beyond what instinct can reveal."

"Where I come from this next question is considered rude, but not between a husband and wife. I need to ask...How old are you, as we know time?"

"I am 120 of your years but that is only an estimate. In truth I do not know but I have not lived longer than those from my village."

"Fair enough.  Can you use magic like other dragons?"

"I have no spells, and few dragon powers. I can fly, I can see great distances, and perfectly even in magical darkness, My other senses, hearing, smell, taste and touch, are much greater than those of many animals. I can in my dragon form, fly at incredible speed, and of course breathe fire. I am also immune to fire and heat."

"Um mating...if you were to become pregnant how would that work?"

"I don't know. I have had no parent to teach me the ways of my kind and I only know the way of elves."

"We'll have to do some research and discover those things together, or perhaps find you a mentor."

"I would like that husband."

"So basically you were adopted, or is your sister the same?"

"I was very young when the chief's first wife found me. She could not bear children and so claimed me as her own daughter. I grew up with the other children in my village and no-one ever knew what I was, not even me. One day raiders came to destroy our village and the women and children were hiding in a cave.  The raiders found us and were going to enslave, violate or kill, every one of us.  I acted out of instinct and shouted at the warriors before us.  In a flash I could see them in the darkness of the cave and I could smell the fear in their blood.  As my serpentine form writhed before them and my wings unfurled, their hearts filled with terror. With a single breath 8 warriors met a fiery end, burned to smoldering husks. My tribe reacted with joy and hailed me as a hero, blessed by the gods.  They thought my transformation was a blessing, a one time occurrence. Until I revealed myself before you I had never again had the need to transform into my dragon form. I knew instinctively that the dragon scales and my wings were the truest version of me. I did practice flying and whatever abilities I could. It just felt proper."


she shifts into her scaled form effortlessly the appearance is something akin to swirling water.  Even in this form she is beautiful to behold. She looks away, shy, and I cannot help but reach for her face and turn her head to look her in her magnificent golden eyes.


"Wow, well...this a bit to take in...but...it changes nothing between us.  You are still my first wife and I am still your husband."

"Will others accept this? I know how outsiders can be."


"In many places a union between a dragon and any humanoid is not well accepted. Keep this secret until we can find another Golden dragon to help teach you of your people. No need to cause more conflict than necessary."

"Does my form bring shame upon you?"

"No...I would care for you no matter your form. I only ask that you not reveal your true form to strangers...think of it as the element of surprise."

We continue talking well into the evening hours and I get to know my wife a bit better.  Her dreams, her favorite things, and why she is who she is. I don't care that she's a dragon, although some others might. I am not just honor bound to remain...I truly care for Ai.  
 

 

A day at the beach

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The Ferusian continent of Galeria has some beautiful coastlines and I had long ago taken it upon myself to build a vacation home far from the palace that I lived in during my tenure as High Justiciar. The place isn't as grandiose as the palace but then again that's not my style. Built into a cliff about 100 feet above the beach in a little cove it is the perfect place to get away from it all.  My wives and I along along with Aini,  take the next few weeks to get some sun and frolic in the waves like children.  I enjoy snorkeling so we also spend a great deal of time checking out the nearby reefs. The sea creatures of Ferusi are something to behold, both exotic and beautiful to behold most of the eas life is quite colorful. I have given my crew paid furlow and basically run of the place and so they've scattered to the four winds. Normally someone like Shadawar would be a rare sight but since the Sathari occupation of the planet there have a been a few positive changes the presence of aliens being one of those.  it's a gorgeous day for swimming and and I am just getting ready to take the boat out to the reef when I hear a someone yelling from above on the cliff. I can easily magnify my vision with my cybernetics and what I see is a buzz killer.  A Sathari officer, what could he possibly want? If Analaeus wanted me he has a direct line. That being said this seems like personal business invading my personal life. The gentleman makes his way down to the beach where the girls and I are and marches towards me.  The entire time I can't help noting how out of place he looks on a hot summer day in full dress uniform on this sandy beach. As he approaches, he says something that gets my full attention...he says my name.

He salutes like a pro and says:

"Indor Rusquion Tura, I have been sent by his majesty the Emperor Analaeus Sathari to secure your cooperation in a very delicate matter."

Indor is a title given to high ranking former officials by the Sathari government.  It's a title I appreciate but few people use my actual name.  It's so rare sometimes I forget I have a name other than Obsidian. Handing me an official "sealed" document which opens only upon confirmation of my DNA (LIke my clone couldn't have opened it) I am stunned to discover that it contains only a set of coordinates with no instructions. I'm guessing the vacation is over.

Analaeus is a friend and I don't let my friends down when they need me. I'm sure there is a good reason for all the secrecy.

"Okay, um what's your name?"

"High Cano, Vel Revv sir. I am commander of the Fekthir.  According to my orders my ship and my crew are at your disposal. We will take you wherever you need to go."

"I have my own ship, thanks."

"I know sir, it is currently in my ship's docking bay ready to go when you are."

"Damn your ship must be huge."

My ship is easily the size of a small cruiser the Sathari really go overboard with their designs.

"My ship is the largest in fleet.  We have been ordered to remain at your call at all times. These orders come from the Emperor himself. This mission is of the highest secrecy.  Even High Justiciar Harley has not been informed."

Okay now I'm worried, it's not normal to bypass the chain of command.  The girls and I pack up and I send the all hands on deck signal and end several vacations at once.

"It'll take a a full day to reassemble me crew, I'll sinal when we are ready."

"Very good sir, we'll await your call."

he heads to his shuttle atop the cliff and I suit up. I ask the ladies to remain planetside for this one...I've held enough memorials for a while I haven't the stomach to lose more family.  Whatever this is about it won't be fun and games.



Conclusion

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Back aboard my ship, We've contacted the Scions and the I.G.F.W. To turn over our prisoner and clear my name of all charges. According to the Scions they Vizier I killed created the clone which would mean it no longer has a master to obey.  Long story short, he's now recognized as a sentient being, but under the clone act of 3767 there are limitations to his rights. The Federation has a ship waiting and two officers on our transporter pad waiting to take him away.  Due to the extenuating circumstances they'll keep the death penalty off the table and I have thrown in a good word to adjust his sentence so that he's doing a form of community service... I have a history with them and since he shares my skills the I.G.F.W. would be fools to not utilize his skills. I find out that Aini is pregnant which was bound to happen sooner or later and despite being knocked around by Abominous the the still tiny fetus is none the worse for wear. Ai isn't exactly happy being first wife and all and I've set up a memorial for Nairi, and Shavi, though to be honest there are now words to describe the loss we're all feeling right now.  As I escort my clone to the teleport pad, I can't help but ask.

"So, Have you decided what you want to do about your identity?"

"Not really.  Obviously I need a new name but I haven't decided on anything."

"I'm sure you'll pick something great. Any word on how long the federation brass think you need to serve?"

"They're talking about a life sentence for each person I killed."

"That's a shit load of time."

"Yeah."

"Just remember, I'll keep trying to get your time reduced as often as I can."

"Don't worry about it.  Take care of the girls...and the ship...and the crew. It's your family."

"Yours too...if you want it."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. The girls told me how you fought for them...you care at least as much as I do."

"yeah but...that's when I thought I was you."

"You still kind ado though."

"I have all these memories...but I know they're not mine."

"So take this opportunity to make new ones...just don't let this experience make you bitter."

"I don't think I have that in me."

My clone steps up on the teleport pad and the two federation officers shackle him. I can't help but think that if my clone wanted to, those restraints wouldn't stop him from escaping.  I will not soon forget his last words to me Ai, and Aini.

"The family is getting bigger...it's nice to have a...brother.  Take care."

He never chose to do any of the things he is responsible for doing and he'll be serving a very long sentence for it. With any luck it won't change who he is, and the next time we cross paths it'll be a happy occasion. Now I have to get back to the day to day grind of living. We never did figure out what the goal of cloning me was.  I still don't know what to make of seeing Danielle...maybe it was delirium...but then again maybe not. I'm calling this one a day and going to take a nice long break from work. I set course  straight for Ferusian space. The ship needs maintenance and the crew needs some well deserved shore leave.
The darndest thing is...I still don't know how Abominous captured me in the first place...too many loose ends on this one.  I hate loose ends.



End of the line

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I'm adrift in an endless ocean, barely aware of the muffles voices. I know I am submerged and I fight for the strength to swim to the surface, but I have none. The voices are barely audible and I try to scream out for help. My eyes open ever so slightly and I resist the urge to sleep...I have been asleep for far too long.  A single voice guides me calling my name.  Danielle?  I hadn't thought about my first wife in decades, I kept busy so that her memory would finally stop haunting me.  As the years went by I had all but forgotten my first love. How can I be hearing her voice? She's been gone for so long now.

I call out to her.

"Danielle? I hear you.  Does this mean...am I dead?"

"No my beloved.  There are those who need you still."

"I'm tired honey, I don't want to keep doing this."

"I know you are, but it is not time for you to rest just yet. We will see each other again but for now you must wake up."
I see her ghostly image before me for just a moment before it fades away to reveal Ai. Ai who is screaming in a panic.

"WAKE THE HELL UP!!! Dammit, I swear husband I did not want you to find out this secret this way.  I would've told you but it was never the right...I'm so very sorry."

He body twists an morphs and suddenly there is a large dragon standing before me.  Suddenly I am very alert.

"What the?"

The beast looks back at me again and with Ai's voice it says...

"I'm so sorry."

I become aware of the battle around me as Ai's dragonfire lays waste to the foes before her.  Their screams and the heat from her breath snap me out of my stupor.  I look around quickly and take note of the situation. There's a liquid suspension tank with the glass shattered. nearby are consoles and other scanning devices, a lab...I'm in a lab.  Someone has been performing experiments on me...Okay Now I'm pissed.

In an instant my armor and weapons are with me...I do love Flash magic.

I leap to my feet and the first bastard close enough to me gets his bead removed. My enchanted blade heals me every wound and forces our any foreign objects save for a select few. Guns in hand I begin making short work of the troops that pour into the small room. There's just too many and while I'm not overly worried about me getting hurt I am keenly aware that Ai...and what appears to be Aini, could be gravely injured at the rate things are going. A simple forcewall blocks  the doorway and it will take some time before anyone brings it down. They don't have a powerful enough  mage to dispel it. This will give us some time.

"Um ladies you wanna tell what's going on?"

Before the last word escapes my lips I am hugged nearly to the point of smothering and the two (ladies?) begin talking at the same time so fast my ears can't keep up.  What I get though is that I have apparently been used as a pawn in some twisted game wherein some guy name Abominous not only kidnapped me but also cloned me via a similar process used by the Black Mantis. This is a rescue mission that has gone horribly wrong.  Suddenly there is the sound if displaced air...a gentle poof. I turn on my heels to see a stereotypical class a grand vizier type flunkie...very cliche' however, as he raises his hands and begins chanting I am certain he is unaware that he just signed his own death warrant. With skill speed an accuracy born of centuries of combat I put two rounds straight through his head...and all that chanting stops, along with all other bodily processes.

"Okay ladies, what was the escape plan?"

"We were going to use our teleporter to get out but..."

"But when the alarms went off they raised their shields and blocked our way out."

"Uh huh."

Neither of these women are stupid, but I'm thinking emotion had something to do with their rash planning. Still we make a break for it shooting up the place as we go. We'll talk about the dragon thing, and Aini's blue skin later. As we make our way to the shield generators we are set upon time and again byt soldiers determined to die for their cause...whatever that may be.

One wrong turn later and we find ourselves looking out onto a wide view of lava as far as the eye can see. It's a mining world...they're remote and usually manned by machines...or elementals depending on the owners.

A voice booms behind us and I turn to see a massive 14 foot behemoth of a man, well a humanoid anyway. He's got a condescending attitude and smug look on his face. The kind that makes me wanna wipe it right off.  He simply stands there with his hand cupped behind his back. It's almost as if he's unconcerned with me or what I can do. Well..sword in one hand and rifle in the other I turn to confront him. Aini lunges for him and with a wave of his hand he simply bats her away as one would an insect.

I begin scanning him.

"You are?"

"I am lord Abominous, and this is my research facility. You are my captive and now so are they."

[stength: 100]

"Really? You think you have what it takes to keep me here?"

"Your armor and abilities are insignificant compared to my own, you cannot win this fight."

[Agility: 15] [Psyche: 100] [intelligence: 128]
[Endurance: 223]

"Yeah I think you're underestimating me, and that it might cost you.

"You elf have no magic to defend yourself, and your allies are unable to come to your rescue as they're occupied with my forces. You cannot escape, and resistance is futile. You can surrender or die"

(come on, come on, stupid computer give me what I need)...
[Powers: Expulsion energy: Ion beam Class 1,] [Power: Regeneration]
[Power: Immortality]
[Various tehnological devices]

I give a little twist of my lead foot to improve my traction and...

"Let's put that theory to the test shall we?"

He's stronger but I'm faster, an advantage whose effects are not completely lost on the lumbering ox as I easy dodge his massive fists and draw first blood...Literally.

Enraged he scareams "You dare to strike me, Nay to draw my blood?  You shall suffer for that elf."

The energy beams from his eyes are a very violent and powerful weapon.I narrowly dodge the first one bu the second blast hit's me square in the back as I realize thy nearly have a will of their own and can track their target down...nice. The blast hurls me straight to his waiting arms and he starts pummeling my face and head. The shuddering inside my helmet rattles my brain but I'm not hurt in the slightest. I point my rifle at his torso and pull the trigger. it knocks him off me but if I want to kill him I'll need a better round so...I click a button and move up to Non-Conventional ammo. Another blast from his eyes and I charge straight for him. As they hit my energy sinks reach capacity and I transfer all of it to my kinetic gauntlets hitting him with all the power he's used on me thus far...the blow shatters the windows of the room and the heat from the lava can be felt inside. Abominous leaps for me and I easily dodge a fist that buckles the floor plates. As I land on my feet I spin around to see him grab Aini and leg and dangle her from the window. Her wing, crippled from the blow he landed earlier will not hold her aloft.

"Enough!  Surrender or your beloved here dies a fiery death in the lava below!!!"

Aini bites his hand and instantly he slams his fist into her sending her hurtling to the lava floor below. Without hesitation Ai dives out after her and it's just me and him.

"You know they're dead. They'll never survive the heat or the gaseous fumes of this planet. Even if you win you have already lost them."

"You know what, I'm really sick of you.  You know so much do you? What do you think they are. Heroes? Ab-Gens? You're so much dumber than you look. The reason The blue one looks like a demon is because she IS a demon...what fire does the mortal world have that can harm her? And the other, that's a great golden dragon, also immune to fire. You're not nearly as smart as you look."

Enraged at my pointing out his shortsightedness, he lunges for me again and I meet him with full fury. He's slow easy to maneuver around, not once does he land a blow. My sensei once spoke of enraging my enemies and how it makes them sloppy now I see what he meant. Abominous is slowly demolishing the room, a room which I realize, via a hole in the floor, is built on the outside of the main structure. We do the dance for a few seconds more as make strategic cuts in the foundations....until finally...

"This has been a really nice game Apostrophe, but I can't play anymore...I hope you can swim."

With that the entire room begins to fall towards the molten lava below and a quick cling spells has me sticking to the wall like a bug. Abominous...not so much. He screams with rage the whole way down until his outstretched hand disappears beneath the glowing orange liquid.

As I being to make my way up the building in the same fashion as Spydra, I hear the flapping of gigantic wings behind me.  I turn around to see my wife and mistress hovering there, smiling at me. Aini's nude form is really sexy when she's blue, apparently her clothing couldn't survive the lava. The two grab hold of me and I hold tight  as they carry us to safety. In no time we are back aboard our ship with some time...time I soon discover, to mourn, and reflect. This whole ordeal has been a bloody nightmare and  yet there is still a clone to contend with...I'm not even sure how to process that...the first time was a pain...but this time...this time is different.





The  real deal

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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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The five beings behind us are menacing to be sure, and instantly they are upon us. Dargo (their leader squares off against Black Scarab. I know Dargo from his run-ins with Spydra, and try to match magic with Scarab is a huge mistake.  However, he appears to hold his own.  The big Demon grabs hold of Panterra who underestimates the massive beasts speed and is slammed into the ground with great enough force that I feel the ground shudder several yards away. The black, winged figure goes straight for Batmaster and the two of them begin an aerial dance of death. However, Abominous has apparently hired som knock-off ninja to come after me and his busted skills are no match for three hundred years of true ninjitsu and experience so he's dead before he can swing his blade once. I normally don't go lethal when I'm with the Scions but I've lost two wives to Abominous and that makes this personal so all bets are off. Before the assassin's body hits the ground I toss my sword to Scarab who despite being blind and in the middle of a mage duel catches it effortlessly.

"Use that to cast your spells it will do the rest...like a wand."

"Where are you going?"

"After Abominous.  It's time for some payback."

As I turn away I see the mighty spell slinger point my sword at Dargo...who simply ceases to be, no explosion, no screams...just...gone.  I know we've won the day.

Hurriedly I make my way through the massive facility and repeatedly I yell.

"Abominous!!! Come die you bastard!!"

Not poetic I know but the sentiment is there. I just want my peace of him. Two guards rush me and with my two pistols in hand I send them to their maker.  Lather rinse, repeat. Again and again his men fall and my ammo never runs out...Folks are never prepared for this kind of magic and technology and the fight is completely one-sided.

Until...

"Are you so eager to die Obsidian Mask?"

His voice comes from everywhere, even my computer can't locate him.

"Dude, I can't wait to die. What about you?  Do you plan on running some more or do you have the courage to face me here and now?"

"Bah such feeble attempts to goad me into battle will not work.  Attacking my courage, with base insults will not cause me to tip my hand so easily.  I am not some comic book villain you can lure out.  We will battle Obsidian, but when we do it will be on my terms."

"You sniveling coward I'll meet you anytime anywhere."

"But of course you will.  You need your petty revenge like the misguided mortal you are."


What I say next, stops him cold.  It also begs the question: How could he have not known.

"There is where you are wrong, I am no mortal.  I'm an elf you piece of feted waste, I am Luminesti and I have all of eternity to find you and rip out your blackened heart from your chest and show it to you while it yet beats in my hand!"

There's the poetry.

"So you believe, but we shall see. I bid you farewell assassin."

"That's ninja you schmuck!"

I ran out of poetry

The room goes silent and I hear massive footsteps coming my way fast, I turn to see the demon heading straight for me at a full charge. At that very same moment I hear scarab over my commlink.

"We have the Guardian but two of the royal guard escaped."

With but a thought my sword is in my hand and lok of rage in the demons eyes is replaced with horror as it realizes I've just severed it's demonic head from it's neck with a single stroke.  There's a gurgling sound as it tries to utter some hate-filled word and it's lifeless body slumps to the floor with a sickening thud.  I remove one of the horns as a trophy (I have several demon parts) look up in time to see the Black Winged warrior bear witness and then immediately fly away like the coward it is. The day is won, Infinity-Man is safe but severely injured, and poor Guardian  is really messed up after realizing what she's just done. The remaining Scions join us and we debate what to do next. As Cerebron delves the mind of Guardian he discovers Abominous next move. He's going after the IGFW council. A move that will certainly leave the IGFW in dissaray. That can only mean he's preparing for war, a war we cannot allow to happen.  We're going to need more help.


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The Scions and I have discovered the location of one of Abominous's research facilities withing IGFW territory, and our mandate allows us to search it for any clues pertaining to my case. We split into two teams. Spydra, Silver Beetle, Thunderbolt, and Scarlet bow will cover the second of two exits we have discovered. The Batmaster,  Infinity-Man, Pantera, Black Scarab, and I decide to go straight for the front door. As we approach the place seems quiet then suddenly two very large doors slowly slide open. Standing there before us is what looks like a short, cute, female hero, one the others recognize but I don't.  They Identify her as someone called Guardian but  I have been out of the hero game lately with my own problems so I'm not up to speed on who's who in the hero Universe. As IM approaches her I get the feeling something's wrong...her stance is is too tense for a meeting of heroes, but before I can say a word the woman slams into Infinity-Man with enough force to audibly knock the wind right out of him.  The force of the wind displaced by her movement is enough to floor the rest of us.  Even with my armor's abilities I'm still knocked to the ground.  As I right myself, along with my team we are horrified to see this chick wailing on the most powerful member of our group, and allegedly the most powerful man in the universe. Blow after blow Infinity-Man takes a beating that would have easily overwhelmed my armor.  Black Scarab attempts to cast a spell to restrain the berserk hero but it's not only a futile effort, it's nearly a suicidal action. I leap in front of Scarab just in time to intercept the twin beams of energy , from the crazed hero's eyes which would have  vaporized Black Scarab. My armor screams "critical load" and I try to dissipate the excess energy by firing a blast of concussive force at the heroine who doesn't even acknowledge it.

"Altright!" I shout, "Somebody tell me who the hell that is and how we stop her because it looks like she's gonna kill Infinity-Man!"

Scarab stands next to me and yells over the thundering blows of the battle above.

"Her name is Guardian, a Nerari, last of her kind with cosmic powers and possibly more powerful than Infinity-Man, until now that hasn't been put to the test!"

"Any weaknesses?"

"Magic, but she looks like she's already  under the influence of a powerful mind control spell."

"Aren't you the foremost Mage in the five galaxies? Can't you counter the spell?"

"I am, but this magic is more powerful than my own spells as if enhanced in some way.  If I had access to my laboratory I could restrain her until I could gain access to a few items that would enhance my own spells, but that's not possible."

"Wait, you just need to amplify your magic?"

"Yes, to put it in layman's terms I need an amplifier."

"Sister, I have just the thing right here."

As I reach for my sword I am stopped short by a booming voice behind.

"I am afraid you won't have time for that now mortals.  You'll be far too occupied with my royal guard as the tear you limb from limb!   Aaaahahahahahahaaa!"

The maniacal laughter I can do without. I turn back to see five of the deadliest looking foes I have ever faced down...this is going to be tough...but one thing is certain...today, SOMEBODY DIES!

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Deep beneath Abominous's throne room lies a vast laboratory in one particular room he keeps live subjects for experimentation and on this particular day the subject being kept is here for more insidious purposes than mere experimentation...Abominous needs a weapon...one powerful enough to challenge the mighty hero Infinity-Man.

As abominous enters the room he is greeted with a glare of seething hatred from the shackled woman within.  He simply smiles knowing there is nothing she can do to harm him. The collar around her neck has nullified her vast powers and the containment unit is powered by her own resistance. Abominous reaches for a glowing green crystal admiring it's facets and the swirling mists of energy that surround it.

"To think my minions had confused you with  Superion.  Hahaha, I'm sure you made them pay dearly for that mistake. They thought this pathetic rock would be enough to stop you. I guess they should've gotten better intel. But it didn't take much to put an end to your fighting, magic, plain and simple magic, a fairly common Achilles's heel among your kind yes?"

"Take off this collar and I'll be happy to demonstrate!"

"No dear woman I think not. After all you'd only seek to escape and you did just get here."

"I don't know what you want but I promise you the moment I'm free I'm going to wipe that smirk of your face permanently!"

"Such Bravado Guardian.  How about I make you a promise? I promise that when you finally get loose from those shackles that you will do WHATEVER I command."

A medical droid hovers into the room it's multi-tooled arms whirring and clicking ominously.  The guardian has not felt this helpless before in her life and she isn't certain she has what it takes to resist whatever Abominous has planned.

"What's your game Abominous? Why come for me?"

"My dear it is simple, there are roughly 4 people in the five galaxies who can go toe to toe with Infinity-Man and all but one of them are heroes. You are simply the first of many to come, who I will use to destroy that meddlesome powerhouse."

"I'd have to be out of mind to go after him. He's not called INFINITY-MAN for nothing, his powers are limitless."

"Child what makes you think I'm going to leave you in your right mind?"

The maniacal laughter that follows chills her to the bone but it quickly replaced by her own screams as the droid begins it's work.  The God-King simply smiles, he will have his weapon, and the Scions of Justice will fall.


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After a couple of years of not being satisfied with her costume I think I finally landed on something that does this character some justice...Another archer along the lines of Green Arrow and Hawkeye the Scarlet Bow is fresh take on an old idea...A former thief turned hero she only turned to hero work after serving a lengthy sentence deciding that she liked helping people more than robbing them. Her bow is very special in that it continues to fire long after the arrows are all gone. How you ask?  Scarlet uses the latest in energy weapons, her right glove is specially constructed to work with her bow's energy generator and by dragging her fingertips through the field she can produce energy bolts of varying strength. The bow itself has a 200 lb pull and Scarlet is physically quite strong. Her athletic abilities are equal to an Olympic athlete and her intrusion skills are among the best in the world. Her mask has enhanced optics that work with her bow allowing her to sight targets far out of visual range or obstructed by objects such as cars and walls. Scarlet keeps a crossbow for backup and has a variety of arrowheads ranging from explosives, to sound generators and anything in between. He unique quiver can manufacture arrows at a rate of two per minute as long as it has power. Scarlet's bow has been enchanted which allows her to harm creatures which can only be affected by magic weapons.  Scarlet's hoverbike is a well tuned flying machine and while it does have plenty of room for spare weapons and a costumes, and being bulletproof, it is otherwise unremarkable.

Scarlet makes a living as an art appraiser/consultant and is well respected within her field.

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In a regal throne room seated upon his throne in quiet contemplation sits the Immortal God-King of the Hadean empire.  Cautiously the Grand Vizier enters the room, quietly and nervously for he knows his master will not be pleased with the news he has to deliver.  The God-King is not known for his tolerance of bad news...or the deliverer of bad news.  Which is, in fact how he became Grand Vizier in the first place.  He clears his throat nervously and kneels before steps leading to the massive throne.

"Speak."

The booming voice fills the vast empty room sending a chill down the Vizier's spine, and a wave of fear washes over him despite how many times he has been in his master's presence the fear never quite goes away.

"Your Majesty, I have news from  Derimar 7. It seems that your uh specimen, has been liberated."

The fear inside Malik rises as the mighty being rises to his feet and descends down the steps...methodically..and deliberately step by terrifying step, and for a moment Malik fears the worst.

"How did this happen?"

At 12 feet tall the massive visage of Lord Abominous is imposing to say the least. Malik's eyes stay fixed on the floor never once meeting his master's gaze for there were harsh penalties for something even so trivial as that. Penalties such as having one's eyes removed...without the benefit of anesthesia.

"The ones known as The Scions of Justice attacked the facility and our forces were overwhelmed."

"OVERWHELMED?"

Abominous roars. Malik tries hard to conceal the shivering from his fear while bracing himself for certain doom.

"There were 800 troops stationed at that facility and you're telling me that they were overwhelmed by a paltry few Heroes?"

Abominous gestures for the Vizier to rise. from the corner of his eye Malik takes note and quickly moves to his master's side and the two walk together. Nervously Malik replies.

"The infinity-man was with them, our troops were no match for his power."

"Bah, I knew he would become a thorn in my side. What is the status on the weapon?"

"The Scions have a powerful psychic among their number, it is safe to assume he will make a full recovery sire."

"So be it. Initiate phase two, and Malik..."

"Yes Lord Abominous?"

"Do not fail me again, or it's the pit, understood?"

"I-I swear I will not fail you my lord."

With a smile that frightens Malik to his very core his master says...

"See that you don't, and one more thing...summon my royal guard I have a mission for them. The Scions of Justice have interfered with my plans for the last time."

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After battling demons and narrowly escaping death, my friends bring me up to speed on what has been going on while I was "sleeping". Apparently my cybernetics were interfering with the brainwashing techniques my captors were using and so had to be  removed...I really have grown to rely on them though.

While I was under I was being used as an assassin to eliminate high profile political targets within the IGFW.  I was apparently chosen because of my political ties to the Sathari empire who were most likely going to be blamed for the hits. I have asked Emperor Analaeus to disavow me and list me as an enemy of the state until such time as this can be resolved. He has agreed but it is understood that I am not to be actively sought out  within Sathari territories. Unfortunately the IGFW has revoked all of my  bounty hunting licenses and issued a warrant for my arrest. They have allowed the scions of justice to apprehend me and investigate the allegations of murder as they see fit so I'm free...for now.  My ship has been impounded as has all of my resources meaning I have my armor, my guns my wits and my friends. None of us are sure if I can be triggered to kill and so we have asked Cerebron to check and see what all was done to me and possibly correct it.

"Obsidian, I can easily read your most inner thoughts, and for this to work I will  have to. I don't like doing this...it is very...intimate, and intrusive.  However, whatever I may find I promise to keep it to myself save for the pertinent information."

"Do what you have to bud, I couldn't live with myself if I killed another innocent and the whim of whoever is behind this.  So whatever you need to do...just do it."

The others watch intently as Cerebron places his fingers at my temples and his eyes begin to glow.

My very life begins flashing before me...I once said I had enough horrid memories from the war to scar me for several lifetimes...Now Cerebron has them too. So much of my life has changes since I got here...and all of it is laid bare before Mighty Cerebron...in a breath it's over and he looks horrified as though he had seen a monster of unimaginable evil.

The others badger him for information and yet he keeps his promise and tell no-one of what he saw in my mind...not the centuries of warfare, not the multiple times I saved all of creation, not the Black Mantis none of it. He pauses for a very long time struggling with his words and trying desperately to grasp the gravity of what he now knows...the multiverse...power beyond his own imagining.  Finally, he chokes back his emotions and simply says.

"Thank you. I'm so very sorry.  There were triggers implanted but they are gone now and you are not a danger to innocent people. I-I would like to talk with you later about what just happened...and um...explain some things...yeah."

My mind is a dangerous place to go running around blindly.  I know far more than any one immortal elf should know about things like the fabric of the universe and such, and now so does Cerebron...and he is only mortal.

After some rest we formulate a plan to get to the bottom of this whole thing and uncover the mastermind behind it all.  My first impulse is to blame Dominion for this but he's retired now and of no real threat to anyone.

"Black Scarab asks me in confidence...does he know about...him now?"

"Look at his eyes mage, does he look like one who knows?"

"Indeed he does.

Throughout our investigation a single name keeps reoccurring, Aabo Immunus...better known as Abominous.  But why would he bother involving himself with me? More importantly , how do I prove I'm innocent, and clear my name?

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After learning that the bad guys are actually good guys who basically didn't know their own strength, I am stuck with the unenviable task of explaining it to the other Obsidian's.  I stare out of the window to the empty stars as I'm fond of doing and I pour myself an Ice cold drink...and it's...it's blue. The sweet tasting beverage is of some elvish make and is a bit thick and syrupy. The euphoric rush of the intoxicating ambrosia comes quickly as a result of not having had alcohol in some time. My wife Ai walks into my office to look in on me and her black skin glistens amidst the alcoholic haze. While her skin color is odd it also feels normal so I don't say anything.

"Why does your brow furrow so husband?"

"I'm struggling with how  to deliver bad news.  Well not so much bad as it is news that will not be well received."

"So the aliens were misguided an there was a misunderstanding...tell them what they need to hear."

As she speaks the sun peaks through the windows and is nearly blinding so I turn away from the light  I hear a voice, it's a female and sounds very familiar. I step out of the office and onto the busy streets and I'm nearly run down by a car.

My heart races as I realize I could've been killed. I make my way down the street to the towering office buildings that make up the downtown area. I hear what can only be the roar of a aircraft of some kind and I can hear voices. I can't quite make out the words but I do hear gunfire. I turn a corner and there my crew are fighting some...thing.  Shadawar is yelling.

"I have him!We have to get out of here!"

I turn to run but no matter  how hard I try I can't seem to move, like I'm running in slow motion. I feel heavy.

"Give him the stimulant."  Someone yells and I think yeah Give me a stimulant...so  I can....

"Wake up!!  Come on Wake up!! We're in bad shape Obsidian wake the hell up!!!"

I struggle to focus my eyesight, and there's a foul taste in my mouth.  I realize I've been asleep but I don't know what happened I'm disoriented and confused, and I do a backpedal away from whoever the hell is holding me.

In an instant I'm armed and armored with a gun in my hand pointed in the general direction of all the commotion. I can't see my cybernetics aren't on line and everything is white and blurry.

"God, Look at his eyes!"

"Holy crap they're...they're normal."

"Normal, whose eyes...I can't see...is it my eyes?"

I can now clearly hear Panterra and Aini along with more of my crew. The grogginess is wearing off but my eyesight refuses to return. I can see the HUD on my helmet but it's all fuzzy.

"Obsidian it's Panterra, Listen to me! You and most of your crew were somehow rendered unconscious and were taken. The Scions and I have come to rescue you!"

"Okay...okay...But I can't see pal."

"They did something to your eyes regenerated them somehow.  Your implants are gone and I'm guessing your loss of eyesight is a result. Unless you have some magic it's going to take time."

"I have some magic."

With that my sword and pistol exchange places and I cast a healing spell.  Instantly my eyesight returns and the information I normally get is all but gone. Fortunately my helmet uses redundant systems so I can still target. Putting my sword back I poke my gun over the makeshift cover to see what the hell is happening.  There are fires everywhere and several explosions as the Scions battle some unknown foe...a giant shadow demon monster thing. Thunderbolt is distracting the thing as Infinity Man tries to pummel it with energy. Black Scarab is trying to close the portal  that it's trying to break through and the others are holding off demonic minions. I get to my feet and ask

"What do you need me to do?"

"Got more magic?"

"Tons."

With that I charge head first at the damned thing launching every kind of spell I can think of including a banishment spell.  While the magic may come from my sword it is nonetheless highly effective against the creature and as it recoils Scarab is able to close the rift. After a few minutes of battling with the lesser minions it's Q&A time.

Back aboard my hip (which I have yet to name) I find out that for the last three months I have been sedated in a lab.  My captors were attempting to use me as some sort of brainwashing program.  Apparently My assassin skills were to be put to use for the good of the Krihan corporation.  They were trying to make me and my crew into their personal killing machines. To make matters worse I have already been used quite effectively to kill at least one diplomat.  The idea was to have me believe I was fighting some sort of alien invasion and working with other versions of myself they would send me on missions to do their killing all the while thinking I was helping defeat some great evil.  Bastards.

"Their plan might have worked were you not so strong willed." Cerebron adds, "Your mind countered their illusion with a means of escape, and somehow transformed the villain into misunderstood heroes."  

"How did you know about..."

Cerebron simply taps his finger on his helmet and I don't bother finishing my sentence.  The most powerful psionic in the five galaxies probably saw the whole thing.
Aini walks through the door and with a squeel of delight wraps her arms around me.

"Master you're alright...we were so worried."

Ai walks in her face somber, almost sad.

"Ai, what's wrong?"

"There have been casualties husband."

"How many? Who?"

She bursts into tears unable to contain her grief, and Aini bows her head sadly.

"What the...?"

Shadawar places his hand upon my shoulder and leans close to my ear.  

"We lost two of your wives sir. Sabrina and your fourth wife are both in the sickbay with critical injuries."

"Look darling, I say holding Ai's face in my hands, "I can bring them back...As long as I have my sword"

A tear falls from Aini's eyes...

"No Master, you cannot."

"What are you talking about, this blade gives me the power to restore life to anyone no matter the condition of the body."

"It is not the body that is the problem master."

"There souls were devoured!!! BY that thing." Ai sobs.

The room is quiet and no one speaks for a very long time.

Where did the demon come from?

"They summoned it to hold us off" Black scarab says somberly..."they made their escape while we battled, we saved millions of live by defeating it but there was a great loss of life despite that victory.

"You would have been proud of them, they fought valiantly as warriors..they didn't not shrink nor did they falter.  Their final thoughts were of you and the people of the colonies below." Thunderbolt's words ring hollow.  it's not exactly a fair trade.

"How did they do all of this? Where do I find them and who is at the top of my deathlist!!"

Infinity Man places his hand on my chest.

"Clam down old friend, you can't simply go in guns blazing."

"I appreciate your help, heavens know. I know that right now you think you're doign the right thing by trying to be the voice of reason...but they violated me in a way you cannot begin to appreciate.  They killed my family, and injured my crew...my family. So please understand that it is with respect and a rage you cannot fathom when I say...if you don't get your hand off me I'll remove it at the wrist...Old friend."

The most powerful man in the universe draws his hand back and allows me my moment of bravado. I'm no match for him but he knows my grief is too strong to be rationalized with right now.

"Take some time, a day or two, mourn your loved ones and we'll take a fresh approach at this.  We are all Scions of Justice here and an attack on one is an attack on us all.  We will fight this enemy together."

Black scarab is the group leader...but they're on my ship and here I'm in charge...I want blood.  There are dead to to tend to and tears to shed...My family will have it's pound of flesh for this...Somebody's head will roll.


 

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The alien spilled his guts thought not literally.  In no time it's just myself, Shadawar, Thunderbolt, and Panterra. When we arrive at the aliens citadel, we discover that the place is seriously well guarded.  I make a call to the other Obsidians and the battle begins.  I fly in through the chaos with the Wraith, and slip in completely unnoticed. Thunderbolt who once said he wouldn't follow me into a shopping mall sticks to my plan and the aliens who found it so very easy to take down my alternate selves are finding this hero a bit more difficult to manage. The ones that don't get electrocuted, are pummeled into sweet unconsciousness.  My sensors can barely perceive the action but what I catch is pretty cool. Thunderbolt's speed is unrivaled in all the known galaxies and it truly is a sight to behold. As the guards drop by the dozen as we continue to fight our way inside to the inner sanctum until finally we reach the center. The room is spherical with a throne in the center and 4 control panels surrounding the massive pedestal on which that throne sits. Upon that throne sits an alien unlike the others, larger more intimidating and garbed differently than the others. He rises to his feet and simply lifts his hand and a massive forcefield  springs to life.

"I applaud your tenacity, but you will not go any farther here."

Thunderbolt's lightning bounces harmlessly off the field completely ineffective, as does Panterra's shield, and my own bullets. Even Shadawar's Psi-Blade fails to so much as scratch the thing.

"Your weapons and powers will avail you nothing against this barrier."

"That may be true..." I add "But you're stuck inside. And the second you step foot outside of that thing I'm going to put you down. With the help of my friends of course."

He sighs and shakes his head.

"You are indeed the Prime, none of the others took so much as a second to contemplate gathering their allies.  They each were confident they could protect their friends and loved ones.  Never once did they think that perhaps their friends and allies could have saved them.  The loss of those was a tragedy, had we known the effect that our scans had on them we would have stopped sooner and avoided all this senseless conflict."

His words have me at a loss, I thought they wanted this conflict.

"You have me at a loss.  You were the ones who attacked us.  You've killed us by the thousands and now you say it was all an accident?"

"Our troops were sent simultaneously throughout the myriad realities.  Their mission was to seek out the prime Obsidian, and gain his...your...assistance.  Time has not passed for us as it has for all of you. For my people it has been mere weeks since I order the search and my soldiers have only just returned. Their reports of your deaths were most alarming, and quite unexpected. The energy pulse we used was supposed to be harmless, but on those who were not the prime it simply destroyed their life force. When their allies attacked my men, they defended themselves. So much death, and now it has to end."

"Is this some sort of trick? Do you expect us to believe you meant no harm to us after your people slaughtered us by the thousands?  You have got to be insane."

All of my scans from Voice Stress Analysis, to Heartbeat Monitoring, say he's telling the truth or at least he believes he is.  Still there's a lot of dead folks to answer for. There is only one way however, to tell if he means what he says.

"Fine.  Let's say I believe you. Drop this forcefield and turn yourself over to my custody, and we'll talk."

he takes a deep breath and I wait for him to refuse...but he doesn't.

"So be it.  If that is the only way to end this I will surrender and my soldiers will stand down. We are at your mercy."

He gives the order to his men and the fight is over. We escort him to an interrogation room to be questioned as soon as we figure out exactly what it is we want to ask. I for one cannot believe how this has twisted around. They went from die hard enemy to just giving up.  It just doesn't kae sense.

"So egghead, what do we do now?"

Thunderbolt's question is the one on everyone's mind right now and I honestly don't have an answer.

'Captain, I believe our first step must be to ask the question: Why were they doing this in the first place."

"Captain?" Thunderbolt asks Shadawar wryly.  "Wait a second, you actually call this guy Captain?"

"Obsidian has proven himself to be a more than competent commander and leader.  As captain he always has his crew's best interest and we are each willing to lay down our lives for him and he for us."

"Well I'll be damned."  Thnderbolt says in disbelief.

"What?" I ask in return certain there'll be some smartass remark for my trouble.

"Well it just that I never thought you'd grow up. I guess it takes elves a bit longer but it happens, consider me impressed."

"Thunderbolt..."

"Yes?"

"Kiss my ass."

"There's the Obsidian I know."

"If you two are quite done we have more important things to do."

Panterra, ever the voice of reason is nonetheless right. We'll have time for useless chatter later.

So the question to ask is: Why did they need the Prime in the first place? Hopefully this whole nightmare will be over soon.




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Conan 4385, challenges the guardian of the temple of Imurgh, a deadly Chimera.  It is not clear which of the two is in more danger...as Conan is every bit as fierce as  any Chimera.

Chimera's possess the head and body of a massive lion (nearly 4 times the size of a regular lion) but have the head of a great Ram and a Dragon. Some have the dragon's head attached to their tail while other have it mounted next to the others. Chimera's can fly with their massive wings and are incredibly dangerous.  Chimera's have a mean temper at all times and should not be approached if it can be avoided, the can bite with any or all of their heads and as a bonus can breathe fire like a true dragon. While not as potent as a true Dragon's fire it nonetheless dangerous. Their claws are nearly the size of daggers and are fully retractable.  They  can tear through the toughest non-conventional armors although magical armor seems to be more resilient against their attacks.  Fortunately these massive beasts are not possessed of great intelligence being only marginally smarter than the average canine.  However, even with that much intelligence they refuse to be tamed, and have turned on anyone foolish enough to try even if trained from birth.  Chimera's in the wild reproduce by laying clutches of eggs, so evil are these creatures that their first act upon hatching is to kill and devour their siblings. So that no more than one in every clutch survives, and as vicious as they are it's a good thing too.  Chimera's are fiercely territorial and will attack anyone and anything that encroaches upon their domains...even being foolish enough to attack full grown dragons.

Dungeons and not Dragons

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After questioning the traitor we discover that the Aliens that have been attacking us may not necessarily be doing it for sinister purposes.  We've gotten the temporal coordinates for a temple of sorts  and have infiltrated the place and are making our way through to the inner most reaches. As one might suspect the place is loaded with traps, as I assumed it would be. The whole scenario is playing out like some sort of bad movie. everything is so cliche. Panterra and Shadawar along with Obsidian Psi-Mage are close '
behind. As we make our way I can't help but notice the how ancient the whole  place seems.  My scan set it at millions of years and some of it is crumbling.  The walls are covered in ancient hieroglyphs which my computer is trying to decipher with no success. There's some magic at work here but it's carefully hidden.  We can detect is presence but not what type or purpose. Panterra begins sniffing...literally, as though he has caught a scent.  

"Stop" he says cautiously "I've picked up an unfamiliar scent, very fresh."

"Which way?"

"Ahead and then around the first corner."

"You have point then."

As Panterra moves to the front of our party the Psi-Mage speaks up.

"Are you certain that is a good idea? He's not one of us."

"I know and that's what I'm counting on. Speaking of which, how come none of you guys brought your friends along? Seems like a logical move."

"This was thought to be best handled by only the Obsidian's.  Our friends have no knowledge of these events."

"You kept it a secret? Are you guys all riding the short bus?  What did you think you were protecting them from? Nothing good comes from keeping things from your friends simply because you think they wouldn't understand, or because you're trying to protect them.  I don't do anything alone, as you'll soon see."

As we turn the corner the place opens up into row upon row of pillars with what appears to be an altar in the center. Stealthily we make our way to the center and spread out to make a more difficult target. A lone figure stands in the center and what at first appeared to be a simple altar can now be seen clearly for the command console that it is. The alien operating it doesn't seem to notice us as we get closer and closer.  Then suddenly without warning he raises his hand and The Psi-Mage is gone, vaporized in a flash of blue-white light along with the pillar he was hiding behind.  The little bastard's victory is short lived as a red shuriken impales his hand.  A split second later it explodes removing said hand and sending the creature flying. Before it can recover it's lifted high into the air and dangles their unable to move thanks to Shadawar's Psionics. I draw my pistol and tell the red skinned being

"I'm not sure if you know how this works but I promise you two things: You're gonna answer my questions, and It's gonna hurt each time you don't."

Then he starts laughing, and it doesn't take long to figure out why.  In his good hand is a detonator. I scan the place frantically searching for explosives and find plenty.  The whole place is rigged to blow The thing speaks but my on board translators can't decipher itBut I know what he's saying...and before he can make good on it a voice comes over my comms.

"Don't sweat pal, I got this one."

The room lights up for just a split second and I know what just happened. I lift my faceplate and look right at the alien and say boldly.

"Go for it!"

He smiles smugly and depresses the button...but nothing happens. He looks puzzled and presses the button over and over and over Still nothing.  From the shadows a voice, the same voice from my comms, says.

"The thing about detonators is, they don't work without these..."

Stepping from the shadows Thunderbolt hold up a couple of tiny fusion batteries which only a split second ago, were in the detonator the alien was holding.

"Like I said, Questions, Hurt...now let's get started."

Intermission

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I take the Wraith to visit an old friend on a distant colony in the outer Traverse in the MIlky Way and I'm hoping to have a nice visit.  I hop out of the cockpit and cross the gangway and right there, next to the doorway what do I see? I giant blue police box...I know who that is and all I can think is Dear gods not him. Smug self righteous son of a...Why here why now? The last time we met all had to say was a bunch of condescending remarks about how I am a soldier and how my first thought is to kill what I don't understand...Galifreyans think they know everything. Nevermind that he's singlehandedly responsible for killing more living beings than I have in 300 years. Besides, he can't even claim moral high ground...Elves are the first race, the elders of the universe.  Time Lords bah, meddling around with time and space, it was them who got everyone sucked into the Time wars with the Daleks...nobody every mentions that we were there too. Time lords think themselves  near immortal, long lived is not the same as immortal. But I digress, I know if he's here then trouble isn't far behind.

"Well," I mutter switching the ammo in my pistols to lethal rounds,  "I never killed anyone who didn't tryo kill me first and I'm quite certain the good Doctor is gonna find something that's gonna try to kill me."

It doesn't take long before I see his companion, always a mortal Solaran, and female most of the time.  This one is cute too. Short little brunette with a cute face and big brown eyes. The doctor himself could've changed faces by now but I'd recognize either his senility or arrogance anywhere.  However, I'm just gonna scan for dual heartbeats or that blasted sonic device he carries. Sound I mean seriously who uses sonics like that?  Neural linked yet? I hope it's Daleks, god I love putting holes in their metal asses...they always seem so surprised every time I do it, like they cornered the market on deflection shielding and energy weapon....Exterminate exterminate!!! Ugh they're always yelling with those synthetic voices of theirs.  Ooh I just had a thought, CYbermen...I love shooting those guys too. Not as Badass as say the Borg but same MO, assimilate. Godslayer in hand I keep the blade retracted and ghost the Doctor's Companion, she'll lead me right to him. I'll let you know how this turns out.  Shh be vewy vewy quiet I hunting Doctow's huhuhuhuhuhuhuuuuuuuuh...sorry.

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