Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 5 SHAZAM! - Chapter 2 Date: Sun, 14 Mar 1999 06:39:21 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Sun, 14 Mar 1999 09:25:18 -0500 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006669 > On Sun, 14 Mar '99 Shadow Said > > When John and Legion link, Legion can also sense John getting > reports on Rhia's activities and occasionally he gives her > directions to groups or individuals hiding in the city. (And for > those wondering, Rhia is also fighting any baddies who might be down > there, whether they be evil super types or just those who take the > chaos as an excuse to give their worst nature free rein.) It's a > detached link, more along the lines of a set of walkie talkies than > anything else. As of now, Sythea will be giving Rhia a hand with both dealing with the looters, and fighting off any footsoldiers and/or faceless minions that the MSoE might have. >>OOC: Legion CAN save people from a direct hit. They make a good >>team. >> > OOC: And Rhia and Sythea make at least as an efficient team, or perhaps a little less so, as John and Legion do. ================================= Date: Sun, 14 Mar 1999 11:04:46 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Sun, 14 Mar 1999 09:53:55 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006671 >On Fri, 12 Mar 1999 11:30:55 EST >Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006651 > >>On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 20:08:18 -0600 >>Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006625 > >> Moonstone nods, "Okay, I'll leave shields and weapons to you >>unless I get a specific need. Someone want to give me a rundown on >>friendly versus unfriendly?" > > "Sorry, I don possess much information on that aspect of this world. >Our best suggestion is to help the others protecting innocent mortals >and leave teh fighting to those in the group equipped with more >information." "Works for me," Moonstone replies. > Jim keeps part of his self monitering her, ready to resume control >again in case she freezes up or loses control. Meanwhile, he begins >scanning the surrounding areas. Debris blocked the escape of several >humans from the battlegrounds. Jim reconfigured himself slightly and >the lenses on Moonstone's shoulders fired out a beam of coherent >energy. Striking the unstable rubble, it cut a pathway through it and >fused together the rubble on either sides of hte path, stabilizing >it. Meanwhile, a group of school kids were running from a falling powerline. Moonstone aimed a smokey quartz ring toward the tall wooden pole and a sudden gust of wind caught it, sending it crashing in another direction. Several carefully aimed blasts of a laser-like light from a ruby ring severed the electrical wires at a safe distance above the street. She then called the kids to head toward the exit Jim had made. > Sensing another building about to collapse Jim re-configures himself >again and this time it is a beam of brilliant blue light that >appears. It seems to mould itself into the cracks froming in the >walls and bright blue braces form, holding the walls up. Moonstone was at that time damaging public property, a fire hydrant in front of an abandoned burning building. The hydrant flew up into the air on a column of water when Moonstone pointed a sapphire ring at it and the spray of water arced through the air hosing down the building. > From Moonstone's wrist, Jim's voice pipes up again. "The nanites >that attacked that Sinestro failing in their attempts but did give me >a plethora of information on his energy ring. Justin taught me well >and it didn't take too much trouble to figure out an artificial >generator for the same type of solid energy projector. The Blue was >my idea though just to keep from being mistaken either for the >villian or a Green Lantern." Moonstone remarked as she aimed a hematite ring at the torrent of water she had just unleashed, "Good idea." The waterpipe collapsed on itself, as if crushed by a giant hand, capping off the flow of water. ================================= Date: Mon, 15 Mar 1999 17:02:12 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE: (Long!) A Michael Seven Spin Off: Gathering Moves On Mon, 15 Mar 1999 18:38:38 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006672 Entering the pillar through a door I had not seen in the side before Anna touched it, I marveled at the interior dimensions. They truly were bigger on the inside. The room I was in was at least ninety feet wide, with a large six-sided control console dominating the center. The rest of the area was divided into sections, galley, study, armory, workshop, etc. I noticed the predominant theme was chrome and black, leather wherever possible, with lighted glass tubes in various colors giving off an almost gaudy light. My hostess casually remarked the decor was similar to some of the 'night clubs' she had frequented. I felt it was a bit eerie in her ship, but refrained from any comment. Anna stepped up to the central console, the area bathed in a stark blue white light coming from the ceiling, did something on the console and beckoned me over. "I've just ran a sensor sweep of the ship. I can detect no other people onboard but us two. However, I intend to not believe my sensors just yet. Instead, I am going to try a trick I saw on television once." Anna turned a knob and I could hear some sort of fast, intricate drum beat. "This is the heartbeat of everyone on this ship. It already sounds like there are too many beats for just two people. Now, this," she said, flipping a switch, the drumbeat slowing and sounding much more regular, "Are just the heartbeats of the people in this room. You and I. When I filter us out, we get..." The drumbeat returned to almost normal. The rhythm had changed, but it was mostly the same. "Now, watch the holographic display above the time rotor." I wasn't sure what exactly she meant, but an image formed in the air above the center of the console. It was a map, with half a dozen red dots on it. I nodded. "Madam, you have stowaways." * * * * * * * Michael Seven looked at the reconfigured teleportation machines. Stepping into the one the small pet lizard had been in, the other pod containing a palm frond that was very roughly 65 million years displaced and the arm from the dead velociraptor he had killed in the market, he threw the switch and crossed his fingers. The two booths were scanned and this time, every displaced human was brought forward and all the animal and plant life that moved forward in time was sent back to it's proper place. At the same time, an energy pulse was sent out that nullified the results of the first one. Mike smiled, noticing a couple feet in front of him, a wizened old man appeared, the old man's back to Mike, and looked around. The equipment powered down and Mike stepped out from behind the man, jostling him slightly. "Oh, uhm, uh, excuse me there, Doc, just had ta get in here and make a few disconnections," Mike said, pulling on a voice and mannerisms remarkably like Cliff Claven from Cheers. The old man nearly leaped out of his skin, and Mike feared for a moment that the doctor might have a heart attack. Then what Mike said sank in and the old man spluttered. "Disconnections? Young man, this is highly delicate equipment, nothing to be tampered with willy-nilly!" Mike remained unfazed. "Hey, the orders said to pack all this stuff up since the company defaulted on the loan." "But this is our equipment! We paid for it!" Mike shrugged, taking a few more wires off the booth, "No, there, doc, you got a loan to pay for this stuff. When your company here didn't pay the loan, we came to collect what you were using as collateral, namely this doohickey here. Hey, uh, look, the paperwork's up on your boss's desk if ya want to go check it out there." The old man spluttered, "This is outrageous! I'll just go see about this paperwork. Heads will roll for this travesty to science." The old man stormed out, turning at the door, and calling, pointing at Mike, who watched blithely, "Mark my words, heads will roll!" Mike sighed as the old man left, then began reattaching the wires. He was going to have to rush, now. Clipping a small device to his coat, he threw a second switch and transported one of the booths and all it's computerized equipment onboard his shuttle, still parked on the roof of the grocery store. He then beamed himself up to the shuttle, and then the other half of the equipment. The small cargo bay was definitely cramped now, but Mike wasn't about to let the dottering old man do this again. And he could use the equipment himself. Walking out of the shuttle onto the store's roof, Mike glanced down. The parking lot was empty as the sun set in the west. Everyone had been transported away at about midnight the night before, and it was now six pm the day after. So, Mike figured he had a bit of time to do some shopping. He smiled as he looked at the company credit card he had 'borrowed' from the good doctor's labcoat. "I'll have to add this to my resume. 'Will save the universe for food.'" * * * * * * * Grep finally managed to pull her left wrist, chain and all, free of the stone wall behind her. Reaching up with her now free hand, she gingerly unscrewed the lightbulb from its socket, burning her fingers in the process. Taking a hard swing at the wall, Grep managed to break the bulb's glass. Picking out the two thin wires, she fashioned a crude lockpick and freed her right hand. She then went to work on her feet, and within a few minutes, she was at the door looking over it's locking mechanism. [Crap,] Grep thought, [It would have to be electronic.] A quiet "Yes!" from outside drew Grep's attention out the cell door window. Grep ducked out of sight, then peered out the window from the side as she heard a "Damn!" that was only slightly louder. Grep blinked, /Sister!/ she called over the lens link...only she didn't hear anything in reply. She hissed, "Melissa!" Melissa looked out from a cell door across the hall. She thought /Sis!/, then frowned as she couldn't get through either. "Grep! Got your lockpicks handy?" Melissa hissed back. Grep shook her head. "I managed to jury rig some, which got me out of my manacles, but this electronic lock isn't going to be as easy." Melissa smiled. "Type out the first five digits of pi. Three-one-four-one-five." Grep typed it in, there was a click, and her door swung open. Grep peered out the doorway, but didn't see anyone anywhere nearby and crept over to her sister's cell. The lock was picked quickly enough and the two girls hugged each other briefly. "I see they took your clothes, too," Melissa remarked. "The pervs." Grep nodded, wrapping her manacle's chain around her fist. "Excepting this, we seem to be weaponless now." "Whoever is holding us has managed to block the minilens link from us. And those cells couldn't have been more played to each of our strong suits." Grep nodded to her sister. "Trap." Melissa nodded in reply. "Okay, so we know it's some sort of trap, what do we do about it?" Grep looked at her sister with a shrug. "I have no idea. Except I would rather be out here than back in there." "True." The pair moved down the hallway and around the corner where the walls turned from stone into smooth white with circular panels carved in them. "Grep...we're in a TARDIS." "I know. Notice anything else back there in the cell block?" "Other than it was depressing?" "Three-one-four-one-five... pi... that's father's normal password." * * * * * * * Michael Seven, the woman who called herself 'Voyd' now, sat back in the large black leather chair and put her feet up on the mahogany desk. On screen, she watched her two twin captives creep through the maze of corridors. She was surprised she could tell them apart, but they were noticeably different though still obviously twins. The pair were naked, Voyd had not let them keep their clothing, Hunter's idea, what weapons they had at their disposal could now be controlled by what was left for them to find. Grep had short blonde hair, and a very muscular build for a woman. Melissa had long curls that spiraled down her back, like the copper curls her genetic mother had, and a less muscular build. Both were built otherwise like their mother, same height, same proportions, the differences being the aforementioned hair and they both had grey eyes. "Yes," Voyd said, "You look like your mother, but you think like your father. But he thinks like me. That will prove your undoing." * * * * * * * Mike surveyed the planet from orbit as he docked with the _Love's_Labor_. He had crammed all the groceries he could into the ship and launched for orbit, paying on the store's computers with the card, then kindly melting it nonrecognition during a test-firing of the shuttle's engines. He unloaded the groceries first, scanning the raw ingredients into the replicator before putting them away in the freezer unit, a scavenged cryogenics tube. Then Mike unloaded the transporting equipment. "Trek-Wreck, fuel consumption report!" Mike called, offloading one of the booths. "Fuel reserves at seven-five-point-three percent," the shipboard computer reported in it's George Takei imitation. Mike nodded. He was going to need that fuel. He had a far longer journey ahead of him, especially if his new plan didn't work. He tried getting a sense for where Flarn had gotten too, but according to his calculations, the X-window accident that had stranded her in this universe wouldn't bring her here for another couple weeks. Mike sighed to himself and wondered what was for dinner. * * * * * * * The Minbari fighting pike hissed open as Flarn withdrew it from her Ranger's robes. The Minbari Warrior and the strange frogman were standing in the kitchen doorway, having kicked open the door a moment before. "I am Arnaska," the frog said, "This is Latten. You will come with us." Flarn smirked. "I think that would be a bad idea." Latten replied by opening her own fighting pike and swinging it at the side of Flarn's headbone in one fluid movement. Flarn blocked the shot, sending the tip of the pike up into the air, hitting the ceiling fan and knocking it back at Latten's face. Arnaska moved away from the two, planting the explosives, then diving through a broken window caused by Flarn tossing a kitchen chair at Latten. Ranger and warrior crossed pikes again, and a flurry of hits registered on both fighters. Neither had time to make snappy comments, as both were well matched against each other. Latten was a bit stronger, but Flarn was faster. Much faster, Latten suddenly discovered, a flurry of hits forcing the warrior woman back. Her pike was knocked out of her hands and into the kitchen, behind Flarn. Flarn was fighting with the fury of someone who's home was being invaded. Which it was. Latten didn't give up just yet, though. Lunging for Flarn, she grabbed the ranger's wrists and they grappled. Latten fell backwards, into a roll, her feet kicking into Flarn's stomach, effectively lifting her up and over the prone warrior to land on her back. Flarn just managed to turn the move into a roll and turned, swinging the Minbari pike in an upward arc, just as Latten was getting up. The warrior was smacked across the face and sent spinning. The pike connected with her back, then the back of her neck and finally the warrior was down for the count. Flarn leapt out the broken window after Arnaska, unaware that her gold bracelet was still clutched in Latten's hand. Latten slowly got to her feet and looked at the bracelet. Looking around, head pounding, she absently slipped it on as she looked for her pike. A timer caught her attention, but only momentarily as the house erupted in an orange ball of fire. Flarn barely noticed, running down the hill toward where she spied Arnaska through the trees. He wasn't going to get away from her that easily. He was starting to fade from existence as her hands grasped his throat and the pair vanished. * * * * * * * Anna crept down the hallway, a massive gun, looking like something assigned to space marines on bug hunts, held easily before her. Muhkel had been giving her fairly good directions thus far. He had been a good pick, he was a fast study. Problem was, the TARDIS didn't seem to be responding as easily to her telepathic commands as it once had. Probably something to do with her stowaways. So, she was almost lost in a maze, with very little control over what lead where. Rounding a corner, she nearly blasted the two figures before recognition dawned on her. "Alright, hold it, you two," Anna called. Melissa and Grep spun around, both crouched ready to attack. "Should have known it was you," Melissa said. "Using us to get at father," Grep added. Anna snorted, then concentrated a moment. Opening a door, she reached in and tossed two long nightshirts at the two women. "I'll kill your father on my own terms, when I'm ready. Judging by your lack of attire, you were captives of the same creep who's been hiding out in my TARDIS. Get dressed." The girls just stood there. Anna scowled, "Fine, run around naked for all I care, I'm going to find the jerk who's been playing me for a sap." She added under her breath, "Been happening a lot lately. Must be getting soft." Melissa and Grep looked at each other and shrugged. They put on the shirts provided. "Never pictured you as one for pink," Melissa remarked. Anna scowled, "They're Molly's, from when she was thirteen or so." "How about giving us some weapons while you're at it," Grep said. "And have you get the drop on me? I think not, girl." Anna then gestured with the gun, "You two first where I can keep an eye on you." The girls followed orders and went first. Melissa looked over her shoulder, asking, "So, why'd you keep this stuff, anyway? You knew from the start Molly wasn't going to be your daughter." "Shut up and keep moving," was the only reply. Melissa seemed to get enough answer from that, though, to irritate Anna. "And wipe that knowing look off your face or I'll do it for you." * * * * * * * "Hmm," Voyd, the woman whose birth name had been Michael Seven until a myriad of strange happenings had brought her to her current insane quest to destroy her clone and all those who had wronged her, said, "Time to gather my last pieces into play." She got up and walked out of her monitor room, into the control room. Standing on the shadow, she looked at the man who's back was to the console and smiled. "Muhkel Savon," she called. The man turned, drawing his weapon, a long rod, an interesting device, obviously some sort of gun. A thin book lay on the console behind him. He had apparently been reading. "Stay where you are," Muhkel said. "I will," Voyd replied. "I've come to surrender." Muhkel nodded, obviously relieved. But, he still looked leery. Voyd stepped forward, making Muhkel nervous. "Don't take another step," the man ordered. "I'm sorry," Voyd said, "I just wanted to ensure my compatriot was in place behind you." Muhkel turned as a buzzing approached him. A frisbee like disk, the edges made of a sharp, alien metal, sliced through the air, through Muhkel's neck before ricochetting off the console and back into the hands of it's thrower, the strange alien named Hunter. Voyd smiled, scooping up the strange gun, working out the mechanics quickly, and scooping up the bag of ammunition. "You nearly hit me," she said, glancing at the book. A panel on the front page was glowing. She blinked, "A linking book," and closed it, tucking it away, "This will be useful." Hunter looked at his handiwork. "I would never hit you, my lo...lady." Voyd scowled, "Now, to gather my clone and my former love." She smiled, setting the time-space coordinates. "You are certain of these numbers, Hunter." Hunter nodded. "I guarantee them accurate on my life." "Well, let us hope you are accurate, or I may have to collect." "Yes, my lady." The time rotor began to move. * * * * * * * Mike had been working on coffee, adrenalin, and the few catnaps his body required him to take, but he was finally ready to go get Flarn. By his calculations, he still had a day to wait, and Mike made use of it well. He cleaned house. He wasn't about to show her his new ship with trash all over it. Especially since it would be were they would be living for the next couple of weeks while he got the interdimentional engines online. Finally, the day had arrived and he was ready. Standing in the center of the holographic display, Mike gave the command through the Spikard ring on his finger. Seek Flarn. At first there was absolutely nothing. Then a brilliant orange arrow of energy sprung from the ring, pointing thirty degrees to his left and twenty-three degrees from horizontal. He laid in the course and told Trek-Wreck to 'jump'. Instantly, the ship moved one hundred light-years in space and back in time five second. Mike took another reading, then jumped again. Each jump brought him closer to his target. Mike couldn't help smiling. It was working, finally, after ten long years he was actually going to see her again. This had been his quest, his goal. Only through the insane events of the last ten years was this moment now possible. The _Love's_Labor_ finally came into orbit around a planet. Down there was Flarn. Scanners said there were two life forms on the planet, one approaching the other, then the second vanished... Leaving Flarn. Mike ran to the teleporter system, nearly forgetting to bring his two clips that would let the machine lock in on them. Then he set coordinates and stepped onto the pad. Flarn sat on a rock, extending and retracting her fighting pike. As the energy beam form the transporter formed into a familiar form, she stood up, tucking away her pike. "Michael," Flarn said with a smile, "I was wondering what was keeping you." "I was held up in traffic," Michael replied, taking the half human/half Minbari Ranger in his arms and kissing her deeply. Eventually, she pulled away and touched his cheek. "You act as if I have been gone a decade," she said, then frowned, "How long -have- I been gone?" Michael just smiled, "Too long. I think I have a lot to fill you in on." * * * * * * * A couple weeks passed, Michael having to explain some points of his story, several times. Molly was one of them. Another was the whole concept behind the Family, a task made more difficult as he couldn't really explain it in words either. "It almost sounds like going beyond the Veil," Flarn had said. "Is there any of this special sort of energy still with you?" Mike shrugged, "If it was something I could always tap into, then maybe. But I don't feel any different. It's like trying to pin down what a soul is. Maybe that's what joining with the Dreamtime, with the Family, was, letting your soul wander about without the physical chains to a body. I honestly don't know. No one knew at the time, either. It just sort of happened and we all just went with it." "Weird," Flarn said. "Yup, that it was." "Well, on to practical matters, how are the interdimentional engines working?" Mike nodded, "Almost ready. I want to run a couple computer sims first, but I think they're good to go." "Wonderful," Flarn replied, "By the way, can we stop somewhere and pick up some new clothing? What we didn't lose in the explosion, we've been wearing for the past two weeks. They may be clean, but they're starting to show stains that I can't remove from all the repair work we've been doing. And your attire wasn't that great to begin with, sweetheart. You are a wonderful mechanic, but a bad tailor. I just don't feel proper meeting your family in dingy work clothes." Michael smirked, "Well, you've convinced me. We'll stop and get something nice to meet the folks in." A sudden shudder rocked the ship. "Trek-Wreck report!" Mike called as the two of them headed for the bridge. Mike had added a copilot's console to the bridge and both sat down to call up various sensor reports while Trek-Wreck summed it up. "We are inside a building which seems to have formed around us, shifting us to another dimension in the proccess." Mike frowned, "The only thing I know of that could do that and gives off sensor readings like these is a TARDIS." "Friends?" Flarn asked hopefully, already suspecting the answer. "None of mine. Not arriving in this fashion." Michael Seven drew his lightsaber and Flarn withdrew her fighting pike as they walked down the gangplank of the _Love's_Labor_. "Definitely a TARDIS. See the large hole in the floor, that leads to the Eye of Harmony, the Time Lords' home star. It runs all these ships. Be careful to keep out of it, you don't feel much of the gravity here, but fall in and well, 'ouch' just doesn't cover it." Flarn nodded, saying, "Interesting, but I am more concerned with who's TARDIS this is." "It's my TARDIS," a woman's voice announced as her visage formed over the pit that led to the Eye, "The real Michael Seven. But you can call me Voyd." * * * * * * * Melissa and Grep walked down the corridor ahead of Anna. Suddenly the blue-haired woman stopped and swore. "We're moving. C'mon, we have to get to the control room." The three women broke into a run, no longer concerned for who went first. As they ran through the twisting, turning passages, the walls began to change. "Someone's playing with the internal architecture!" Anna called back, her longer legs putting her ahead of the twins. "We have to get to one of the control rooms, if not the first, then the secondary or tertiary. Hurry up, I'm going to need you two." Anna burst into a wide room and skidded to a halt. A huge ship, looking like some sort of garbage scowl was forming inside the room. Then she looked at the large pit and the two figures emerging from the ship and the figure floating over the pit. Melissa and Grep stared from the doorway. "Ah, good, everyone is here." the woman over the pit said. Anna, of course, knew her immediately as Michael Seven. She also knew the man standing next to the woman with the vague resemblance to Delenn was also Michael Seven. Voyd smiled, "Before we go through introductions, some senseless violence." Before they knew what was happening, the twins felt their lenslink return to them. They called out through it. /Dad! That woman kidnaped us, she wants-/ /HUSH!/ Voyd shouted over the telepathic link as a wall slid down blocking the twins from the large room. A strange noise began just within hearing range and the twins turned to see a hole opening onto a maelstrom, they were being ejected into the Vortex. /Dad--!/ then a flash of physical agony was all that escaped the lenslink before there was silence. It was a quick way to go, but not painless. Four screams erupted at once, one from Michael Seven, who had felt what the twins briefly did,, one from Flarn, in shock, another from up toward the ceiling, where a spotlight revealed Molly, her head through a noose, standing on a section of freestanding wall, which Anna realized immediately, could drop out from under her at a thought. The brunette daughter of Anna and the Michael Seven next to Flarn was also going through the twins' pain. The last scream sounded as if it came from under water. A spotlight showed that Tinkerbell was screaming from within her tank, her airmask leaking air bubbles as she thrashed about in the thick fluid. "Oh good," Voyd said, "I was hoping she'd be awake." ================================= Date: Mon, 15 Mar 1999 18:07:21 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Monster Squad <.g> On Mon, 15 Mar 1999 20:33:01 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006675 In a message dated 99-03-13 00:35:50 EST, you write: Roger picks up a Big Ugly: >>the pavement. Which has been reinforced and rigidized by a complex >>PK field interwoven through its structure at the molecular level. >>Without ado, the entire assembly begins heading vertically for the >>stratosphere, propelled by Roger under maximum boost with the assist >>of a pair of GLR-generated jet boots. > > Himmler starts cursing up a storm... OOC: Why? /OOC >>Roger's grin warms the entire CAoL link like the sunrise. "Roland >>Phoenix's Superhero Handbook, Chapter 2: When the Bad Boys rumble >>Downtown, take them someplace more isolated." > > Roland smiles. "That's my boy..." Then he shakes his head >>vigorously. [...who isn't born yet. Concentrate on the job, Roland.] Roger blushes, keeps boosting, and start into the "Ode To Joy" from Beethoven's Ninth, in the original German. Luciano Pavarotti he's not --being a baritone, for one thing-- but he's not too bad. The orchestral accompaniment, however seems to be generated by PK vibrations in the air. He's just hitting the chorus (and 800m) when the Big Ugly's neglected tail, which he had neglected to nail down, whips around the edge of the platform in a wicked crack-the-whip arc. The narrow tip reaches just far enough to catch him where it hurts and drive his head up --and through-- the pavement. CRUNCH!! //flashback --the door shivered into splinters as the assault team poured in --Quickening arcing between fingers --Aramgeil's blade dancing in light as it --"Rachel!" --a burst of tracer rounds stirring his hair --a shattered golden --cabin in flames --"Daaaaad!" --head falling away, still smiling //flashback Roger yanks his head out of the asphalt and shakes it vigorously. [What in the name of the Light was THAT?!?] Assuming anyone asks after his health, he replies airily, *telekinetic athletic protection; never leave home without it.* With a voice only half an octave higher than normal. On an internal cyber channel: #Glitch, run a memory analysis of this {} imagery and cross reference against all files. Scan for matches and anomalies# [Blazes, I recognized parts of that, but others -- stress hallucinations, must be.] /Hey, umm....anybody know where I can drop this cheap Godzilla knockoff?/ As an afterthought, a new gluon field sticks the BU's tail around his feet -- firmly enough to be quite uncomfortable. ================================= Date: Mon, 15 Mar 1999 20:07:29 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Mon, 15 Mar 1999 19:41:36 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006677 >On Sat, 13 Mar 1999 08:50:49 -0500 >Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006658 > >>On Fri, 12 Mar 1999 03:44:30 -0500 (EST) >>Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006646 >>OOC: He can't save anyone from a direct hit, but he's trying to get >>them out of the line of fire. After all, this is just an increase in >>the probabilities in favor of the people, and John can't apply it >>everywhere equally. Also, I'm not going to get too involved in this >>fight. > >OOC: Legion CAN save people from a direct hit. They make a good team. (OOC: Cool! Okay, GM ruling; together, they _can_ protect every noncom in harm's way. Which leaves the others to pound on monsters...) Suddenly, the havoc seems to leave anyone not directly involved in the fighting untouched, however outrageous the coincidence becomes. >On Sat, 13 Mar 1999 13:16:02 -0500 >Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006660 > >> On Fri, 12 Mar '99 Morgan and/or Roland Said >The eldrich bolt also seems to be slightly muted by the Lensdragon's >natural body armor, but the energy of the attack blows the Big >Guy(tm) away 15 yards distance. Recovering before making a Ruby >Lensdragon shaped mark in a choice example of Fawcett City >Archetechture, Dhyrclhanc swoops back into the fray. > >"You want to play rough, do you?" It was obviously a rhetorical >question. > >"Here is a new trick I learned recently. Baby's got a bottle a bottle >filled with lightning and rain... Oh he's crying out for someone but >she's riding on a train." > >Dhyrclhanc sings out the final part, while making wide sweeping >gestures with his arms and ending in a pushing motion with his hands, >generating a huge bolt of electrical plasma flying towards Black >Adam. Those senstitve to these things will be able to tell that the >energy contained in the lightning bolt is of an intensity high enough >to to scratch Promethium. > >> Then Adam looks at Xzerrion with curiosity, his head cocked to >> one side. "Are you joining wth me, sorceror?" Adam asks, quite >> confused, as he weaves a spell of translation. >> The moment the spell is complete, Adam's neck throbs as he turns >> bright crimson with rage. "You DARE! You DARE mock BLACK ADAM! I >> WILL SHOW YOU MAGIC, WORM!" And with that, Adam snarls an >> incantation and throws out his hand, and a humanoid with snake-like >> features and a scorpion's tail, wearing a zoot suit, comes flying >> forward bearing a huge Egyptian broadsword. (OOC: This is a sorta >> kinda Minion of Set from the old Deities and Demigods, altered for >> Golden Age sensibilities and beefed up to deal with a huge demon. >> ) >> "Hey!" Mister Mind objects. >> "No offense," Adam shrugs. Black Adam turns as he realizes that the dragon didn't fall before his blows...and is struck by the blast, square in the chest. He laughs. "Lightning? At ME?!? You try to harm one empowered by the Mystic Thunderbolt...with LIGHTNING? HAHAHAHAHA!" He reaches down to his chest and pulls out the lightning bolt he was just struck with, as if it were a solid object. He then rears back... -and gets a face full of Marvel. "Not so fast, Adam!" Cap-S replies, pounding on Adam from several directions. "OFF, you oaf!" Adam roars, and a burst of light sends Marvel flying. "You are no match for me now, when I wield the Power of Sha-" Adam stops, glaring at Marvel. "OH no. You don't get away that easily." >On Sat, 13 Mar 1999 13:41:12 -0500 (EST) >Xzerrion Said As CAoL Message # 00006661 >Tezrantha raises her sword of lightning, and with a few swift cuts >shreds the sticky silk (since we're going for tongue-twisters) before >it can bind them in place. Dantris on reaching the mech, delivers a >nasty shock : as his horn impacts, he delivers a blow of rapidly >alternating positive and negative planar energy. As his horn doesn't >conduct, he isn't hurt by the electrified surface. Tezrantha's sword >blow leaves the surface a bit more charged than it was already. >(she's basically holding a lightning bolt, so she wouldn't get >shocked either. Nice plan, but not effective against their weapons.) >She then changes tactics, and begins rapidly heating the metal >surfaces of the mech. > > The Wormech begins to flop around like a bronco on locoweed. But Mr. Mind is nothing if not versatile, and soon the Mr. Mind Mech is _radiating_ the heat. In minutes, Tezrantha and Dantris would be well done... ...except the alternating energies Dantris is blasting with begin to push into the inner workings of the bizarre device. It explodes messily (but harmlessly), the head flying into the sky. *Adam! Adam you idiot! These interlopers are destroying my Monster Society clones! DO something!* Mind objects. *Calm yourself, alien. I am in control of the situation,* Adam replies. >> Dhyrclhanc punches with the power to shatter granite...a being >> who can crack mountains in his hands. As the lovable Lensdragon >> strikes again, Adam spins with the speed of Mercury, smacks >> Dhyrclhanc in the jaw with the strength of Hercules, and follows up >> with a dark magic bolt enhanced with the power of Zeus. >> Unless I'm _very_ mistaken, even Dhyrclhanc is going to have to >> take a moment to recover from that... > >Xzerrion uses the moment of distraction to hurl a fist size ball of >4000 degree flame at Adam's head, hopefully timing it so he turns >back at Xzerrion just in time to get it down the throat. Adam almost casually redirects it at Roland. Adam is mildly surprised, however, when Roland turns the fireball into a hot breeze via cryokinetic manipulation. >Looking at the minion, Xzerrion shakes his head. "You've got to be >kidding me." [Let's see, conjurors usually need some amount of >concentration to control their summoned creatures, so ...] He pulls >out a wand, and fires a flash of painfully intense light, intolerable >for lower planar creatures and undead, and very distracting to >anybody looking that way. He follows up by giving Adam a *very* >distracting case of genital itch that just *won't* go away. The Minion of Set screams for a brief moment just before vanishing. Adam raises an eyebrow. "Impressive. But-" Black Adam, scourge of Earth-S, deadliest of monsters, twitches and squeezes his legs together. His eyes begin to water. "This-THIS IS INTOLERABLE!" Roland chuckles, though he _does_ wince in sympathy. "/I'll bet./" >On Mon, 15 Mar 1999 20:33:01 EST >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006675 >//flashback >--the door shivered into splinters as the assault team poured in >--Quickening arcing between fingers >--Aramgeil's blade dancing in light as it >--"Rachel!" ^^^^^^^^^ (OOC: Is this Rachel Summers or the Callahan's Place Rachel, or someone completely different? It will make a BIG difference to Roland's reaction, if this is being sent through the link...) >--a burst of tracer rounds stirring his hair >--a shattered golden >--cabin in flames >--"Daaaaad!" >--head falling away, still smiling >//flashback > >Roger yanks his head out of the asphalt and shakes it vigorously. >[What in the name of the Light was THAT?!?] /ROGER?!/ Roland and Morgan send simultaneously. >Assuming anyone asks after his health, he replies airily, >*telekinetic athletic protection; never leave home without it.* With >a voice only half an octave higher than normal. /Aka forcefield. Got it,/ Roland chuckles in relief. Morgan isn't so easily reassured, but she also realizes that the middle of a firefight is _not_ the time to deal with such things. She files it away for later. >/Hey, umm....anybody know where I can drop this cheap Godzilla >knockoff?/ As an afterthought, a new gluon field sticks the BU's tail >around his feet firmly enough to be quite uncomfortable. "You FOOLS! Even WITHOUT my Monster Society-" Adam begins. "MY Monster Society!" Mind objects again. "-I am a match for you ALL! WITH them...ah..." Adam looks around. The weird science brigade has been scrapped, and the clones that ran them have melted. Adam and Mind face several native heroes and the combined might of the CAoL...by themselves. "...but I am not a fool," Adam snarls, and folds himself. "NO-" Cap-S and Cap-D both fly at Adam...too late. Adam and Mind vanish. "Blast! Cap-S says. "He's still got Mary and Junior, too-but where?" Cap-D gives his counterpart a sympathetic look...then his eyes go wide. "The Rock of Eternity. Of course! She went from _my_ world's Rock to _this_ one's!" Cap-S blinks at Cap-D. "Come again?" he asks. "Stay here and watch for more monsters," Cap-D says, and shoots down to Roland's side. "We need to reach the Rock of Eternity, Defender." Defender nods. "On it." /Morgan? IIRC, the Rock is like a Horizon Realm. Your Spirit magicks are probably our best route there./ Morgan nods quietly, and mutters a prayer to to Manannan MacLir. Cap-S glows briefly, then a vine-decorated X-Window opens. It reveals a barren land similar to the mesas and rocky domain of the American Southwest, though no buildings are present; indeed, the only place tha might provide shelter is a cave in the distance. "whoa," Roland whispers. "what a woman." Then he waves the CAoL forward. "Good luck, Captain," Cap-S says to his counterpart. "I hope you find your sister." "Thanks," Cap-D replies with a smile. "We'll find yours, too." Nothing happens until the entire CAoL is within the Rock of Eternity's realm. Then the X-Window shatters. Like real glass. "HAHAHAHAHA! You were fools to come here!" A voice comes from everywhere and nowhere. "You can search for eternity, but you will NEVER find the Old Wizard! If you persist in defying me, all you can find is death! HAHAHAhahaha..." the voice, clearly Adam's, fades away. /Yeah, and if you're so all-powerful, why are you hiding?/ Roland mutters on the link. /Okay, folx, any ideas?/ (OOC: One can only have so much bash-the-bad-guys before it gets old, especially when the bad guys don't have much of a chance. 8^) ================================= Date: Mon, 15 Mar 1999 21:35:41 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 00:32:29 -0600 Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00006678 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006677 > > Black Adam, scourge of Earth-S, deadliest of monsters, twitches >and squeezes his legs together. His eyes begin to water. "This-THIS >IS INTOLERABLE!" > Roland chuckles, though he _does_ wince in sympathy. "/I'll bet./" /@Goodness, gracious.@/ Dame Marvel deliberately impinges on the CAoL link directly through her lens, still manifolding through (Ben Stine voice, "Someone? Someone?) to hit it to prevent overloads such as DC's 'eyes in the sky' view earlier. /@Talk about hitting below the belt; THAT was a low blow indeed, Xzerrion. After all, you do know why they call 'em tights. Although I confess, until now I haaadn't realized just why they called him 'Black' Adam. Goodness.... what nether regions of darkest evil, ah....@/ (she cuts the link, but those with some mental skill can tell it's because she has a mental giggle fit.) >>On Mon, 15 Mar 1999 20:33:01 EST >>SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006675 >>Roger yanks his head out of the asphalt and shakes it vigorously. >>[What in the name of the Light was THAT?!?] Dame Marvel hits off on just her own Lens, laying a straight and narrow whisker beam of thought direct to Roger, after his parents have their reactions so as not to 'message flood' the young man. @Either your memory is rewriting, or some part of you has some grain of sense and is acting to slice out what memories you can function without as a selective and protective form of time-amnesia. Although from the common factors, I'd be more willing to say it was precognitions adrift in time knocked loose when you let your head get clubbed. You do know that isn't a good idea, right? Yes, I know you didn't ask me anything; thank you very much. You probably have learned not to ask me direct questions by your time. I hope you have, anyway.@ > "Blast! Cap-S says. "He's still got Mary and Junior, too-but >where?" > Cap-D gives his counterpart a sympathetic look...then his eyes go >wide. "The Rock of Eternity. Of course! She went from _my_ world's >Rock to _this_ one's!" Dame Marvel nods, not exactly looking surprised. "Four-Color Villains will do one of three things; go to a secret hideout, take over the good guy's power base, or to kill your sidekick. It's de rigeor." > Nothing happens until the entire CAoL is within the Rock of >Eternity's realm. Then the X-Window shatters. Like real glass. > "HAHAHAHAHA! You were fools to come here!" A voice comes from >everywhere and nowhere. "You can search for eternity, but you will >NEVER find the Old Wizard! If you persist in defying me, all you can >find is death! HAHAHAhahaha..." the voice, clearly Adam's, fades >away. "Oh, yes? I'd just guess you haven't heard the one about the fool and the angel, then, Big, Black and Itchy." Dame Marvel just grins. > /Yeah, and if you're so all-powerful, why are you hiding?/ Roland >mutters on the link. /Okay, folx, any ideas?/ /@To prepare some dastardly trap involving imperiling the ladies. It's another cliche of the genre, so it's probable. I don't use ideas, but you know the Duck? He has luck, of all sorts in great measure. Then there are people who have 'dumb luck'. Then there are Amberites; I like to think of it as 'classy' luck.@/ She closes her eyes a moment, thinking hard. "The Rock of Eternity was a pilum, engraved with all those names, but the inside is a philosophical construct. THAT much is rawly apparent from a basic review of the legends. Er, comics. Whatver. So. I have to think a thought that you'd not think they'd think in looking for the Old Wizard." She suddenly grins, and opens her eyes. "They'd never honestly think of murdering the old goat..... I'm off to kill the Wizard..." Fortunately, she does NOT sing the song quote. She glances around, holding the thought of murderous intent in her fore-mind while isolating her real thoughts and intentions in the submind with her Lens. Then she 'sees' something. " 'Look!" She points, showing the rest of the group. "There's a little man behind a curtain!' " She quotes straight (OOC: I think!) from the Wizard of Oz. Dame Marvel Oz Refugee In Reality-Land ================================= Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 16:08:30 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 18:31:10 EST Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006681 >On Mon, 15 Mar 1999 19:41:36 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006677 > > Nothing happens until the entire CAoL is within the Rock of >Eternity's realm. > Then the X-Window shatters. Like real glass. > "HAHAHAHAHA! You were fools to come here!" A voice comes from >everywhere and nowhere. "You can search for eternity, but you will >NEVER find the Old Wizard! If you persist in defying me, all you can >find is death! HAHAHAhahaha..." the voice, clearly Adam's, fades >away. > /Yeah, and if you're so all-powerful, why are you hiding?/ Roland >mutters on the link. /Okay, folx, any ideas?/ > (OOC: One can only have so much bash-the-bad-guys before it gets >old, especially when the bad guys don't have much of a chance. 8^) Jim pipes up softly from Moonstoe's wrist, "This Black Adam is obviously a practitioner of magical energy. While I understand the basic theories of it, Justin never exactly understood the working or ways of it and hence we have not learned much about it. You however seem to be adept with such energies Moonstone. therefore I suggest that you use what magical means you have at your disposal and I shall search technologically and hopefully one of our searches will be fruitful." With that, the packs on Moonstone's belt detach and each one splits into two small hovering satellites. Humming off in all directions, they begin to search using infrared, Ultraviolet, thermographics, sonar, microwave transmitters, parabolic microphones and even good old fashioned video sensors. All the data is transmittted back to Jim for processing and numbers and data flies across the small screen as he translates it all as the mini-sats spread out around the Rock. ================================= Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 17:04:41 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Monster Squad <.g> On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 19:48:41 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006682 In a message dated 99-03-13 14:09:46 EST, you write: >Looking at the minion, Xzerrion shakes his head. "You've got to be >kidding me." [Let's see, conjurors usually need some amount of >concentration to control their summoned creatures, so ...] He pulls >out a wand, and fires a flash of painfully intense light, intolerable >for lower planar creatures and undead, and very distracting to >anybody looking that way. He follows up by giving Adam a *very* >distracting case of genital itch that just *won't* go away. Roger, busy with Big Ugly, still catches the general drift of that particular energy pattern, and staggers slightly in his climb. /Uncle X! You never taught me that one!/ A pause. /Then again, in high school it would have been just too tempting.../ >> >- Xzerrion and Co. ================================= Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 17:07:54 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 19:48:29 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006683 In a message dated 99-03-15 23:13:11 EST, you write: >>Roger has a >>//flashback >>--the door shivered into splinters as the assault team poured in >>--Quickening arcing between fingers >>--Aramgeil's blade dancing in light as it >>--"Rachel!" > ^^^^^^^^^ > (OOC: Is this Rachel Summers or the Callahan's Place Rachel, or >someone completely different? It will make a BIG difference to >Roland's reaction, if this is being sent through the link...) OOC: Oops again. I wanted to indicate the "chop" of the flashback, and didn't think about how the double-slash could be mis-interpereted as a general link broadcast. Generally, this was an internal event, but I intended all along that a bit of it might leak through, depending on how sensitive individual characters are. Roland and Morgan, having the closest resonance to Roger, would pick up the most; Zia would be a close second, since she seems to know *everything* (:). And no, it's not Rachel Summers, although there is a certain physical resemblance; Roger noticed the irony himself at the time. I'll fill in more on her later; she's not important, though, except as a painful part of Roger's past. >>Assuming anyone asks after his health, he replies airily, >>*telekinetic athletic protection; never leave home without it.* With >>a voice only half an octave higher than normal. > > /Aka forcefield. Got it,/ Roland chuckles in relief. /That particular forcefield never gets shut off/ Roger quips. OOC: Besides, it helps that the black relaxed-fit jeans are actually a smart (but nonsentient) nanostructure like the shirt and the bomber jacket. One of those little things Roger never happens to mention -- like the holdout pistol, throwing knives, and spare playing cards he keeps up his sleeves. (:) /OOC >Morgan isn't so easily reassured, but she also realizes that the >middle of a firefight is _not_ the time to deal with such things. She >files it away for later. Morgan gets a ghostly hug and a peck on the cheek, with a quietly wordless empathic sense of "I'm fine." It would have been more convincing if Roger entirely believed that himself.... But back to business: >>/Hey, umm....anybody know where I can drop this cheap Godzilla >>knockoff?/ >>As an afterthought, a new gluon field sticks the BU's tail around >>his feet--firmly enough to be quite uncomfortable. Black Adam and the MSoE do a bugout: > Morgan nods quietly, and mutters a prayer to to Manannan MacLir. > Cap-S glows briefly, then a vine-decorated X-Window opens. It > reveals a barren land similar to the mesas and rocky domain of the > American Southwest, though no buildings are present; indeed, the > only place tha might provide shelter is a cave in the distance. > > "whoa," Roland whispers. "what a woman." Then he waves the CaoL > forward. "Yep," Roger grins, coming in to a hover above and behind. "There's nobody like Mom." > "Good luck, Captain," Cap-S says to his counterpart. "I hope you > find your sister." > "Thanks," Cap-D replies with a smile. "We'll find yours, too." Roger starts moving towards the X-Window, then realized with a start that he is sitll holding Big Ugly over his head. He turns towards Cap-S and a ridiculous cartoon-villain mustache flickers across his lip. "Your ordair, mezzyoor," he says in a Quebecois accent that would have done Mel Blank proud. "Monstair on a ztop zign, I b'leev?" He hands over BU, and both accent and mustache disappear. "I played some molecular bonding tricks; this ought to hold him for about an hour after we leave. Will that be enough time? [asuming assent] Also, I bevelled the edges, so it ought to fit back into that hole I left at 5th and Maple. Sorry about the, um, head-puncture." He looks rather abashed. > Nothing happens until the entire CAoL is within the Rock of > Eternity's realm. > Then the X-Window shatters. Like real glass. Roger makes a grab for the X-Window and {whatever} is assaulting it, and for a moment looks like he might actually pull it off -- before the energies melt and run through his fingers like thick water. He stares at his hands in profound shock. "Butter-FINGERS." It sounds like a swear word. > "HAHAHAHAHA! You were fools to come here!" A voice comes from > everywhere and nowhere. "You can search for eternity, but you will > NEVER find the Old Wizard! If you persist in defying me, all you can > find is death! HAHAHAhahaha..." the voice, clearly Adam's, fades > away. > /Yeah, and if you're so all-powerful, why are you hiding?/ Roland > mutters on the link. /Okay, folx, any ideas?/ /'Creek', 'paddle', and 'up,' not in that particular order./ Roger wisecracks. He moves up to stand on the other side of Roland from Morgan. /On a more serious note, I'm fairly sure I can reconstruct that X-Window and keep the same attack from working a second time -- not that I think we'll be going back that way./ His tone turns wry. /After all, 'FORWARD MOMENTUM!' is our motto. Or is that 'FORWARD BLINDLY!'? I can never remember./ Under this cover, Roger slips a private link towards Roland and Morgan, as tightly focussed and shielded as he can make it -- which, given his energistic manipulation abilities, is pretty darned tight. ^When we get some down time --sometime next week, at this rate-- can we...talk?^ His 'voice' is wistful and a bit hesitant, almost...afraid. ^I'd like to get a handle on how I ended up here/now, if nothing else...^ ================================= Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 17:10:50 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 19:48:39 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006684 In a message dated 99-03-16 00:39:18 EST, you write: >>Roger yanks his head out of the asphalt and shakes it vigorously. >>[What in the name of the Light was THAT?!?] > > Dame Marvel hits off on just her own Lens, laying a straight and > narrow whisker beam of thought direct to Roger, after his parents > have their reactions so as not to 'message flood' the young man. > @Either your memory is rewriting, or some part of you has some grain > of sense and is acting to slice out what memories you can function > without as a selective and protective form of time-amnesia. Although > from the common factors, I'd be more willing to say it was > precognitions adrift in time knocked loose when you let your head > get clubbed. You do know that isn't a good idea, right? Yes, I know > you didn't ask me anything; thank you very much. You probably have > learned not to ask me direct questions by your time. I hope you > have, anyway.@ Roger latches onto her whisker-beam and loops it back into a two-way, without apparent assistance of a Lens. @Auntzie,@ his tone is laced with affectionate, teasing humor, @I've *always* asked you direct questions. And you've always given me direct answers. Not always the *correct* answers, mind, but direct.@ He transmits her a quick cheek-peck with option of refusal. @Limited time-travel is one of my secondary abilities --though never anything like *this*-- so I'm familiar with the phenomena you mention. This...@ He sounds troubled. @This didn't feel like any of those, and I'm largely immune these days anyway. At the moment, I'm open to suggestions--@ his tone turns teasing again @--oh Oracular One.@ Zia zings Black Adam: > "Oh, yes? I'd just guess you haven't heard the one about the fool > and the angel, then, Big, Black and Itchy." Dame Marvel just grins. Roger's eyes bug out and he nearly collapses from laughin so hard -- he has to grab Roland's shoulder to stay upright. "Aunt -- ZIA!" he gasps. "That's -- that's -- ohh, that's just VILE! I *love* it!" > /Yeah, and if you're so all-powerful, why are you hiding?/ > Roland mutters on the link. /Okay, folx, any ideas?/ > > /@To prepare some dastardly trap involving imperiling the ladies. > It's another cliche of the genre, so it's probable. I don't use > ideas, but you know the Duck? He has luck, of all sorts in great > measure. Then there are people who have 'dumb luck'. Then there are > Amberites; I like to think of it as 'classy' luck.@/ She closes her > eyes a moment, thinking hard. "That's.....one way to put it," Roger says, looking at no one in particular. But he's grinning. OOC: He *does* do that a lot, doesn't he? /OOC > "The Rock of Eternity was a pilum, engraved with all those names, > but the inside is a philosophical construct. THAT much is rawly > apparent from a basic review of the legends. Er, comics. Whatver. > So. I have to think a thought that you'd not think they'd think in > looking for the Old Wizard." She suddenly grins, and opens her eyes. > "They'd never honestly think of murdering the old goat..... I'm > off to kill the Wizard..." Fortunately, she does NOT sing the song > quote. Roger starts to, though, in a perfect imitation of Zia's voice, grinning irrepresibly. > twisted too fast. :) But it was FUNNY.> OOC: Yeah, it was. ================================= Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 18:36:37 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE: (Long!) A Michael Seven Spin Off: Closing Moves On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 19:46:28 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006686 A doorway opened and Hunter entered the room. Through the door, Anna noticed, was a medical bay straight out of Star Trek. It figured, she thought to herself. Just how long had this woman been living here under her nose? Voyd stood in the doorway. "Activate EMH." "Please state the nature of the medical emergency," the holographic doctor replied, shimmering into view in the center of the room. "None yet. But give it a few minutes and we'll see." Voyd then entered the Eye of Harmony chamber. Anna was not pleased by the gun Voyd was carrying. "Ah, 'Mahloy', yes, your ally in the control room is no longer with us." Michael Seven, the male one, rose to his feet shakily. Voyd looked at him. "Oh yes, 'Michael', neither are our parents. Wanna see?" Suddenly, Molly, Tinkerbell and Michael screamed again as Voyd showed them Gary and Roberta's demise. "Or the pets," Voyd added, sending out that imagery. Flarn had to hold Michael up. "You monster!" she shouted. "Speak not of my lady so!" Hunter shouted back, holding out a rod about three feet long and pointing it at Flarn. "Now, now, Hunter," Voyd said. "Let's at least explain why I went to all this trouble." "Why are you doing this?" Michael managed to croak out. "It's simple really," Voyd said. "There used to only be one of me. But then I met up with the Time Lords." From a pouch, Voyd withdrew a cylinder of clear plastic, painted navy blue and violet on the top. "This is the record in the Matrix regarding a certain 'black' project, the subject of which would be kidnaped and coerced to work for the Time Lords. Namely, me...now us. This project was an experiment, and they needed someone to test as well as someone to be a control. So, they cloned their test subject, and went through the standard training, and gave the original the new experimental treatment. "I was the experiment," Void went on, then pointed the cylinder at Anna. "Mahloy was control. A little surgery, a little reprogramming and mindwipe and Mahloy was ready to go." Anna looked shocked. For that matter, so was Michael. "Figures," Anna muttered, "All these years and I've been fighting myself. Dammit!" Michael shook his head, "This is bull, I went and erased my files from the Matrix and they said nothing about this." Voyd's smile was cold. "Of course not, I got to them first. You see, you two wanted freedom from their thumb, so the Time Lords' were expecting you to erase your record and try and detach your TARDIS from the Eye of Harmony. What they needed was someone who knew you both implicitly, but loyal to them. They thought bringing the original me back from my death on Quarren would give them a puppet they could control, after all, I had just been smacked down with a death ray that would have killed an ordinary human. I barely survived it and you can see the change it made when I tried to regenerate." "I remember," Michael said. "I'll bet you do," Voyd snarled. "What the Time Lords didn't count on was how much I wanted revenge. They intended to leak Anna the plans to build a device to create an alternate power source for her TARDIS. Then when she tried to use it, you would be made aware through that no-good Army of Light and rush off to stop her. Then I would kill you both and return to Gallifrey. "Well, it almost worked. I leaked the plans to Anna, she built the machine, but then, I turned it on the Time Lords. I forced their entire dimension to collapse in on itself and be harnessed by this TARDIS. "I would have noticed that," Anna said. "Not with the sleeping drugs I had slipped into the recipes in your food replicator. I had all the time I needed." "Alright, so you trashed the Time Lords," Mike said. "You got your revenge. Why torment us? You didn't have to kill our parents or the twins." "They meant something to you. I wanted you to suffer. Just like these two mean something to you." "C'mon," Michael said, "You've got me. Let the other's go. They didn't do anything to deserve this. I'll trade places with them. My life for theirs." Voyd yawned. "How touching, and futile. I already have you." She looked up at Molly. "Is it true she's the niece of King Arthur? I understand Mahloy's latest host is his sister. Talk about a blast from the past, I refused to kill that little girl because she'd be responsible for killing millions. Turned out it was me and they were trying to destroy the weapon instead of the wielder. Ah well, say bye-bye to Mommy and Daddy." Molly was shocked to suddenly feel the rope go tight around her throat as the wall she had been stood on sank to the floor. She kicked, trying to free herself, gagging, trying to draw a breath, but the rope was choking her. Almost peripherally she heard Anna scream "NO!" over the sound of a heavy machine gun firing, then Molly was falling, landing hard on the floor, but able to breathe again. "Thanks, Mom," Molly croaked out. She wanted to remove her noose, but her hands were tied behind her back. Anna, the cold-hearted killer, ran and hugged her daughter. "Very touching," Voyd remarked. Then a buzz filled the air as the two women turned to see Hunter's disk as it cut their throats. "NO!" Michael Seven cried, as he ran at Voyd, his lightsaber extending. Hunter moved to pursue, his rod drawn to defect the blade, when Flarn barred his path, fighting pike extended. "I think you've killed enough for this lifetime," the Ranger snarled, landing several heavy hits with the pike. Hunter deflected them with his rod. Hunter leapt back, his rod extending to six feet and a pair of spikes capping the ends. They fought furiously as Voyd and Michael crossed lightsabers. "You're not killing anyone else, Voyd," Michael Seven snarled, his yellow lightsaber crossing with Voyd's almost invisible blacklight blade, "Not while I have anything to say about it." "Famous last words," Voyd replied. "I intend to kill you, then Flarn, then the Callahanian Army of Light you care so much about, then every last alternate of me in the Multiverse!" "What?" Hunter said, surprised, missing the chance to block Flarn's pike. Her shot hit him in the face and his mask flew off and skittered across the floor. He looked back and Flarn gasped. She was staring into the same face she had fallen in love with. An alternate universe's Michael Seven. As Flarn hesitated, Hunter moved, shoving the spike of his staff deep into her stomach. Flarn gasped, and Hunter smiled in satisfaction. Then his smile turned into an Oh of pain as she shoved the other end of the pike into Hunter and pushed them both backwards into the pit of the Eye of Harmony. Michael forgot about Voyd completely, running for the edge of the pit. She used this to her advantage, making the final course settings. Michael stared dumbstruck into the Eye. "You see," Voyd said, "That's no ordinary Eye. That's an entire universe captured down there. And now, thanks to your daughters, I've found an even better power source. You just saved a whole tree of universes from yet another Cosmic Reset by sending them off on their own, with only one nexus to the rest of what those Star Spawn call the Macro Cosmic All. Trillions of universes, countless peoples and races. All soon destroyed. And Why? Do I need more power? No! I'm just doing this for the hell of it! Just to make your failure complete! There, we've arrived. Now for more Power!" Mike watched as the Eye in the Pit began to change as the nexus for these universes was absorbed. Behind him, Voyd walked over to Tink's chamber as her lightsaber extended again. "Nearly forgot the little brat," She said, the blade slicing through the tank. Tink screamed again, then passed out as the saber passed through her upper legs, instantly severing and cauterizing the wounds. Michael was on top of Voyd immediately, hid lightsaber arcing down. But Voyd dropped to her knees and spun, sending her blade in an identical cutting motion, slicing Michael's legs as it had Tink's. Michael's scream of rage turned into a roar of pain. He swung his lightsaber at Voyd, but she made another slice, taking his right arm off. Lightsaber, Spikard ring along with the rest of his arm slid out of reach. Voyd stood over Michael, lightsaber to his throat. Michael coughed, "So what are you waiting for?" "Just savoring the moment," Voyd replied, "Now, shut up," she added, the tip of her blade piercing Mike's larynx. "Yes, with this blade, I'm as deft as a surgeon," she commented casually. "It's a far better weapon than the original." A siren went off, and Voyd paused, about ready to end it. Instead she slashed the blade across Mike's right eye and ear in a single, deep cut, then walked over to her controls to the tune of Mike's scream. "How!?" the woman shouted in surprise and frustration, "The Eye is being overloaded. It's absorbing the universes too quickly. It will explode in five minutes!" Voyd frantically went over the controls, but nothing was working. A wheezing laugh drew her attention back to Michael Seven. "You forget who's most real here," he managed to croak out. "The TARDIS is linked to Michael Seven, not some hybrid. You and Anna got part of me, but I'm the real thing, baby. You're goin' down with us. No way off this ship now." "Wanna bet?" Voyd replied, removing the linking book from her pouch, and holding it open over the Eye's Pit. "I link out of here, this book falls and is destroyed. And the failsafe you activated can't be reversed. I may have to wait on my plans for the rest of the Universe, but you're dead now." Voyd placed her hand over the glowing panel on the book and seemed to be drawn into the image, the book left behind and plummeting into the unstable Eye. Michael's head fell back on the floor. * * * * * * * He seemed to awaken from a dream to see the face of an angel. "Flarn! You're alive!" Michael said, hugging her warmly. "And Melissa, Grep, Mom, Dad! I thought you'd all died! Or wait, did I? Oh, nevermind, I'm just glad you're all here again." Michael felt himself relink into the Dreamtime, which seemed even bigger than before. "Oh my, yes, this is what I felt before on Greyworld. We need to go do a favor for Zia. Let's grab some friends and I'll fill you all in on what we have to do...Oh, yes, I'll need to look a bit older for this..." * * * * * * * Greyworld faded from before his eyes, the image of the Pyramids of Egypt the last thing he saw. "...Nothing like a job well done. Except a vacation. Oh, it will be good to get a vacation, a nice rest," Mike said, "I feel so tired suddenly." A bright light fell over Mike's vision and he suddenly felt very heavy. Gary Seven seemed to be guiding him away from that light, but it seemed so warm and inviting, Michael really wanted to go. "I know it looks inviting, son, but you can't go there yet." "But, dad, why not? Everyone else is." "Not everyone, son, someone's missing." * * * * * * * "Welcome back to the land of the living," the EMH remarked, "Though you and the young girl might not be for long. The computer just announced five minutes until this entire vessel explodes taking those unversi with it. I suggest if you have a way, we get out of here." Michael couldn't speak, his throat was too badly damaged from the lightsaber. But the unit over his bed began to flash instructions. The doctor read them off. "Computer, uplink with _Love's_Labor_ and begin site to site teleportation of physical computer core, this medical lab and it's patients and contents, and have _Love's_Labor_ activate interdimensional jump engines." "Acknowledged," the computer replied. Transporting several tons took nearly all the time they had. From outside the ship, the TARDIS computer announced, "Thirty seconds to detonation." Michael lulled his head back on the medtable, his body wracked with pain. The EMH called out, "Computer, what's the delay?" "Interdimensional jump requires destination." Outside, "Twenty seconds." The EMH replied, "I don't care, anywhere but here!" "Warming engines," the computer answered. From outside came the final countdown, "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one-" "Engines activated." The TARDIS exploded, taking what was once thought to be a large protected strand of the Multiverse with it. * * * * * * * "Ship detected crossing interdimensional barrier in Sector seventy-eight by twenty-six by thirty-one. Move to intercept." * * * * * * * The _Love's_Labor_ materialized in another reality. "Interdimensional jump complete," the computer announced. The Holodoc sighed with relief. "Now, to take care of you two." "Ship approaching. Incoming transmission." This just was not the EMH's day. Nor the best day of his patients, he realized as the computer relayed the message from the _Love's_Labor_. {We are the Borg.} Michael Seven began to laugh hysterically. It was the end to a perfect day. He'd lost, oh, he had royally lost this time. He couldn't even begin to list the body count that spread in front of him and soon it wouldn't matter. Soon the Borg would have interdimensional and time travel far outstripping their current ability. And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He'd blow up the ship but he'd never expected he'd have to. Oh, this was the end. What snapped Michael out of it was a sound he'd never heard before. Tink was bawling. Not just crying, but the panicked, fearful tears of any scared five year old. /Tink, shh, hang in there, we're going to get out of this. But, I need you to hold an image in your mind for me, okay? See? See the picture I'm thinking of? Hold onto it. Hold tight./ A half dozen Borg materialized in the medical bay. Michael and Tink were just staring at each other. The EMH was going to have to be the one to do something. "Computer, activate a level ten forcefield around the Borg." The computer complied and a Borg bounced off it. But after a moment, the Borg passed through the field as if it wasn't there. "Now see here, this is a medical bay, you can't just waltz in here and-" One of the Borg took a swing at the doctor, but on realizing it was a hologram, paid no more attention to it. Another pair shoved needle-like spikes into Mike and Tink's necks and their concentration broke like glass. * * * * * * * "Initiate repairs to the two acquired units, then analyze their memories...Begin detailed scans of their ship...when all data has been analyzed, prepare to send data to the rest of the collective." * * * * * * * Mike was shocked back to his senses as an explosion rocked the Borg Cube. The Borg were in disarray, he knew, the Collective ruptured, the image from the old logs of the NCC-1701-D that was supposed to be incomprehensible to the Borg had done it's purpose. He leapt off the medical table, his new cybernetic legs propelling him rapidly down the maze of corridors toward Tinkerbell, who was about to be put in the maturation chamber. Bursting into the chamber, Mike fired a few quick Borg disrupter bursts from his new right arm, a heavy multipurpose tool. Grabbing Tink up on his arms, they staggered as the ship shuttered. With the hive mind in chaos, no one was manning the ship and it was quickly tearing itself apart. Mike ducked into an alcove and concentrated a moment, accessing the transporter systems and beaming himself and Tink to the medical bay in the _Love's_Labor_. The Holodoc looked up, surprised. He and a second twin, this one in a gold uniform and wearing a white button up knit sweater turned. "Thank God," the doctor said, "I thought I was going to have to go in and rescue my patients. So I called up the Emergency Engineering Hologram." Michael Seven replied, "Get uzzzz out uvvvv here." The holodoctor's twin nodded, "Computer, activate interdimensional jump engines. Emergency departure destination EEH One." "Warming interdimensional jump engines." The EEH continued, "Show external view one." A monitor showed a fuzzy view of the Borg Cube. The explosions were more regular now and intensifying. The EEH muttered, "Come on, come on..." The Borg Cube exploded from deep within the ship, a wave of energy, expanding in all directions, rushed toward the ship. "Jump activated." * * * * * * * "EMH medical log. My two mysterious patients have been healed to the best of my ability. Their Borg implants have been for the most part removed, except where they are functioning better than anything I could fabricate to replace them. Each have their cybernetic legs, as their real ones were unrecoverable, as was the man's arm. However, with the assistance of the EEH, I have managed to fashion some artificial limbs that are more aesthetically pleasing, though the girl will require new legs as she grows up. "All in all, I am happy to report their physical traumas are healing nicely. Their psychological traumas are another story." The holodoc sat back and gave the matter some thought. A shadow passed through his peripheral vision and he saw Mike and Tink getting up and heading out of the medical bay. The EMH leapt out of his office chair. "Where do you think you're going?" the Holodoc asked. "Out," Mike replied, curtly. "Well..at least tell me who you two are..." Michael Seven turned, "I'm Michael Seven. She's Tinkerbell, or Tink, my granddaughter." "You don't look old enough to be a grandfather." When Mike turned to leave, the Doc blurted, "Now just a minute, you have severe physical and psychological trauma, the both of you. I can't just let you walk out of here half healed. It's completely against my programming." "I don't care about your programming." "Then think about your granddaughter." Tink had already left, but Mike paused on the threshold. "Do what you have to," he said, stepping out of the Medbay into the cargo hold where it had been first beamed aboard. * * * * * * * Michael Seven was curled up into a half-fetal ball on his bed when Tink opened the door. The glow from his replicator being the only light in the room, made him hard to see, but Tink managed. She curled up in the bed, looking at him. Michael traced the rigid metal plate that ran along her eyebrow ridge, down the bridge of her nose and split to either side. The damage had come from when her tank had fallen over, the unaesthetically pleasing but very strong Borg alloy a dark contrast against her pale skin. The doctor had managed to grow both their hair back, to it's former length and even longer. They could decide what to do with it later, he said. Neither replied. Mike's hair had fallen into his face as he lay in the bed, and Tink reached up to brush it away. She looked into his right eye, the dull red of the lens greeting her grey eyes. She felt the cold metal, identical to her own that ran back along his face to his ear, tracing where Voyd had made her cut that had taken his right eye and ear. The doctor had fashioned a prosthetic that looked just like his left one, but the eye had been another matter. Tink sighed, but neither said a word. ================================= Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 19:05:17 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 21:55:22 -0600 Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00006688 :Date: Tuesday, March 16, 1999 07:10 PM :SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006684 :In a message dated 99-03-16 00:39:18 EST, you write: :>Roger yanks his head out of the asphalt and shakes it vigorously. :>[What in the name of the Light was THAT?!?] :> : Dame Marvel hits off on just her own Lens, laying a straight and :>narrow whisker beam of thought direct to Roger, after his parents :>have their reactions so as not to 'message flood' the young man. :>@Either your memory is rewriting, or some part of you has some grain :>of sense and is acting to slice out what memories you can function :>without as a selective and protective form of time-amnesia. Although :>from the common factors, I'd be more willing to say it was :>precognitions adrift in time knocked loose when you let your head :>get clubbed. You do know that isn't a good idea, right? Yes, I know :>you didn't ask me anything; thank you very much. You probably have :>learned not to ask me direct questions by your time. I hope you :>have, anyway.@ : : Roger latches onto her whisker-beam and loops it back into a : two-way, without apparent assistance of a Lens. @Auntzie,@ his tone : is laced with affectionate, teasing humor, @I've *always* asked you : direct questions. And you've always given me direct answers. Not : always the *correct* answers, mind, but direct.@ He transmits her a : quick cheek-peck with option of refusal. Dame Marvel raises an eyebrow as if in disapproval, but given even the extremely slight 'talkie' telepathic whisker beam, Roger can tell she is only putting on a show of being put out or surprised; she doesn't bother to actually try to conceal the duplicity of her visible reaction against her mental one. Perhaps she is either used to Roger's perception, or is just teasing him slightly. @Not always correct, eh? Perhaps I do rid myself of the truth curse soon or late then. Right now, I still have it, so be cautious. There are things that you do not want to know, and neither do I.@ : @Limited time-travel is one of my secondary abilities --though : never anything like *this*-- so I'm familiar with the phenomena you : mention. This...@ He sounds troubled. @This didn't feel like any of : those, and I'm largely immune these days anyway. At the moment, I'm : open to suggestions--@ his tone turns teasing again @--oh Oracular : One.@ @I'll have to gather a longer baseline of data before I try to Intuit for you, if that is what you're teasing about. And it's obvious to me, there are things you do not know about me, even in the future. Most interesting.@ She smiles, knowing that teasing poor Roger's curiosity is simply the worst thing she could do to him, practically speaking. : ROTFL! All right. He seems to have started out on just the right foot, given that. :) Although I rather think the 'getting too full of herself is both ironic, considering certain things I know about her past, and hilarious, given how Roger makes about the same sort of 'first impression that gets Zia into so much trouble. :) I won't talk about what Roger's full of, either. :) :Zia zings Black Adam: :> "Oh, yes? I'd just guess you haven't heard the one about the fool :> and the angel, then, Big, Black and Itchy." Dame Marvel just grins. : : Roger's eyes bug out and he nearly collapses from laughin so hard : he has to grab Roland's shoulder to stay upright. "Aunt -- ZIA!" he : gasps. "That's -- that's -- ohh, that's just VILE! I *love* it!" On the CAoL-wide link, Dame Marvel says, shaking her head, rueful. /@Roland, Morgan..... I do believe that this just might be the sort of thing that might be worth an apology. Although I prefer to reason that DC is more responsible for the corrupting influence than myself, I fear that may well be 'muddy thinking' as the saying goes. /@ :> "The Rock of Eternity was a pilum, engraved with all those names, :> but the inside is a philosophical construct. THAT much is rawly :> apparent from a basic review of the legends. Er, comics. Whatver. :> So. I have to think a thought that you'd not think they'd think in :> looking for the Old Wizard." She suddenly grins, and opens her :> eyes. :> "They'd never honestly think of murdering the old goat..... I'm :> off to kill the Wizard..." Fortunately, she does NOT sing the song :> quote. : : Roger starts to, though, in a perfect imitation of Zia's voice, : grinning irrepresibly. It might be Zia's voice, but if it's staying on tune even moderately well, there isn't anyone who knows her who will be fooled. Zia couldn't carry a tune with the Stardragon's help. Dame Marvel sighs. "I KNEW I'd regret teaching you how to do mimicry. Even after the bit with the flowers. ESPECIALLY after the bit with the flowers..." She goes on to track down Black Adam, if her attempt to logic out how he hid Shazam works well at all... :> twisted too fast. :) But it was FUNNY.> : : OOC: Yeah, it was. Dame Marvel 'Zia lost an ancient mage, And didn't know where to find him, But when she twisted up Shadow luck, She found him so fast all had to duck.' ================================= Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 20:50:05 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Monster Squad <.g> On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 22:50:18 EST Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00006689 SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006675 > /Hey, umm....anybody know where I can drop this cheap Godzilla > knockoff?/ > As an afterthought, a new gluon field sticks the BU's tail around > his feet -- firmly enough to be quite uncomfortable. /*"Just throw it outside of the city. I'll make sure it NEVER hits ground."*/ Aurora says. As the Big Ugly flies outside of the city, Aurora fires a beam at the ground where it is about to hit, opening a warp in space. As the monster falls through there is a rushing tornado effect as the monster and a fair amount of air is sucked into the *hole*. Once the monster is through the warp closes up. ================================= Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 21:35:00 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 00:15:30 -0500 (EST) Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006691 >On Mon, 15 Mar 1999 19:41:36 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006677 > >>On Sat, 13 Mar 1999 08:50:49 -0500 >>Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006658 >> >>>On Fri, 12 Mar 1999 03:44:30 -0500 (EST) >>>Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006646 > >>^John, if you wish a link, we can coordinate our efforts^ >> >>>OOC: He can't save anyone from a direct hit, but he's trying to get >>>them out of the line of fire. After all, this is just an increase >>>in the probabilities in favor of the people, and John can't apply >>>it everywhere equally. Also, I'm not going to get too involved in >>>this fight. >> >>OOC: Legion CAN save people from a direct hit. They make a good >>team. OOC: John did accept, as my other post. > (OOC: Cool! Okay, GM ruling; together, they _can_ protect every >noncom in harm's way. Which leaves the others to pound on >monsters...) > Suddenly, the havoc seems to leave anyone not directly involved in >the fighting untouched, however outrageous the coincidence becomes. The really outrageous coincidences happen to those who are fleeing, ala the mother-child etc. Those directly in harm's way are saved by Legion. (snip fighting) Once the fighting's all done, John turns to Legion, "Thank you. Between us, I think we saved most of the people of the city." OOC: This said in realization that people might have died before we got here. We saved *everyone* afterward, apparently. > "whoa," Roland whispers. "what a woman." Then he waves the CaoL >forward. > "Good luck, Captain," Cap-S says to his counterpart. "I hope you >find your sister." > "Thanks," Cap-D replies with a smile. "We'll find yours, too." > Nothing happens until the entire CAoL is within the Rock of >Eternity's realm. > Then the X-Window shatters. Like real glass. "That's a really neat effect. I'm gonna learn that one." John says. "I'd rather make stained glass X-windows, myself." says Rhia. > "HAHAHAHAHA! You were fools to come here!" A voice comes from >everywhere and nowhere. "You can search for eternity, but you will >NEVER find the Old Wizard! If you persist in defying me, all you can >find is death! HAHAHAhahaha..." the voice, clearly Adam's, fades >away. > /Yeah, and if you're so all-powerful, why are you hiding?/ Roland >mutters on the link. /Okay, folx, any ideas?/ /Wizard?/ John sends/asks in confusion, /When did we start looking for a wizard?/ Out loud John calls, "Could you do that thing with the window again? I missed it the first time." ================================= Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 21:35:05 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 21:21:20 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006692 >On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 23:33:30 EST >Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00006690 > >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006683 >> Under this cover, Roger slips a private link towards Roland and >> Morgan, as tightly focussed and shielded as he can make it -- >> which, given his energistic manipulation abilities, is >> pretty darned tight. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ >> ^When we get some down time --sometime next week, at this rate >> can we...talk?^ His 'voice' is wistful and a bit hesitant, >> almost...afraid. ^I'd like to get a handle on how I ended up >> here/now, if nothing else...^ > >(OOC: I know this was a "private" comunication but given his special >abilities along such lines...) >^You are here because your powers, skills, and knowlege are needed,^ >Oracle's 'voice' answers him. Oracle does not elaborate. OOC-M: Given that Roger specified particular effort to make this private, and since his parents probably taught him to send on the private, untappable, unbreakable link, I feel justified in asking for this to be retconned out. I don't want to start setting letting precident chip away at the nature of our (i.e. Roland, Morgan, and potential offspring) "family" link. ================================= Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 21:35:09 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 00:24:18 -0500 (EST) Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006693 >On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 19:48:29 EST >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006683 > >In a message dated 99-03-15 23:13:11 EST, you write: >> Nothing happens until the entire CAoL is within the Rock of >>Eternity's realm. >> Then the X-Window shatters. Like real glass. > >Roger makes a grab for the X-Window and {whatever} is assaulting it, >and for a moment looks like he might actually pull it off -- before >the energies melt and run through his fingers like thick water. He >stares at his hands in profound shock. "Butter-FINGERS." It sounds >like a swear word. OOC: They look like such big, strong, hands. "Milky Way." John replies abesnt-mindedly. >/'Creek', 'paddle', and 'up,' not in that particular order./ Roger >wisecracks. He moves up to stand on the other side of Roland from >Morgan. /On a more serious note, I'm fairly sure I can reconstruct >that X-Window and keep the same attack from working a second time -- >not that I think we'll be going back that way./ His tone turns wry. >/After all, 'FORWARD MOMENTUM!' is our motto. Or is that 'FORWARD >BLINDLY!'? I can never remember./ /No, It's SUBLETY AND DISCRETION./ John add dryly. =================================