Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 5 Amalgam - Chapter 1 Date: Tue, 22 Jun 1999 22:33:41 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE V: Amalgamania On Tue, 22 Jun 1999 21:36:41 -0700 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006951 A VERY brief Story So far: Captain Marvel (the Shazam version) comes to the CAoL for help in rescuing his possessed kid sister. They travel into various superhero-related universes, where 'Mary' (the super-powered sis in question) causes all sorts of trouble in an attempt to delay the heroes chasing her/it. After recent...ah, explosive...events in a near Marvel universe, they find that Access, a being with the power to 'Amalgamate' others into one new entity and travel to 'Amalgam' universes, has been himself accessed, and his powers used, to what effect no one yet knows... >On Fri, 4 Jun 1999 03:05:58 EDT >Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00006946 > >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006945 >>>On Thu, 27 May 1999 22:23:56 EDT >>>Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00006936 >>>Aurora restores her humanoid shape (sized to match Galactus) in the >>>edges of the surf facing the castle. >> >> Galactus almost smiles, unnerving his first Herald. "A rather... >>dramatic display, was that not, Starspawn?" > >"I find that an occasional ostentatious use of power is sufficient to >prevent most solids from doing foolish things. Not all of Whirlwinds >allies are here against their will. With Whirlwind out of the >picture. A harmless display of strength was in order to convince >those to quit while they're still in one piece." Aurora answers, with >a smile. Galactus considers for a moment, then nods. *True. I am a bit out of practice in my social dealings with mortals.* >>>With a twitch of her hand, Aurora creates a warp around the Cosmic >>>Cube (OOC: because EDs can't hold it remember) that effectively >>>puts it at shoulder height in front of Galactus. *Galactus, would >>>you please see to it that the Celestials get their toy back?* (OOC: Aurora has the power and the skill to circumvent the Cube's security, if she wants; the thing is, she has enough power that she doesn't _need_ to.) >> Galactus sighs as he takes the Cube. *The Celestials. Cosmic >>meddlers. Even when I was possessed by the Hunger, I only destroyed >>to survive. The Celestials commit genocide as casually as mortals >>exterminating pests, and for less reason. I will indeed return this >>'toy.' And then, I believe, the Celestials and I shall talk...* > >*"Thank you. If you want company when you 'speak' with them, feel >free to call on me."* She offers. Galactus almost smiles again. *Mmm. Yes. I think that would be... prudent...* >> "/I have just one more comment...Kal Radd, the Silver Lantern. I >>trust,/" Roland finished dryly, "/that the gravity of the situation >>is self-explanatory?/" >> >/*"I don't believe the situation is improving with time. Shall we be >off?"*/ Aurora asks as she wraps Access with a globe of restorative >energy (a milisecond later, he should be as ready to go as he was >when last he woke up from a good night's sleep). "Uh...uh?" Access looks around, dazed. Then he looks up at Roland. "Oh, no, not you again!" >On Fri, 04 Jun 1999 19:25:54 -0700 >Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00006948 > >Rob nods. "If anybody doesn't say, 'neutron star to black hole,' I'll >be surprised. And the problem is worse than it looks. Access can >time-jump within any of the universes he can reach, and can >amalgamate heroes from these universes by touch. He's never tried >that trick with me, so I don't know if he can affect other >dimension-jumpers." > >Access when they came out. So sue me.> > >"My analysis? We don't know when we're going, where we're going, or >who is going to be there to greet us." "Concise, to the point, and pessimistic. You're going to fit in just fine, sir," Roland quips, only half-jokingly. >"On the bright side, the best chance of tracking 'Mary' down just >woke up." "Whoa, whoa, one at a time!" Access stands woozily. "I know you too, don't I?" he asks, looking at Rob N with near-recognition. >On Sat, 05 Jun 1999 08:28:53 -0400 >Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006949 > >>On Thu, 03 Jun 1999 22:44:05 -0700 >>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006945 >> >>>On Thu, 27 May 1999 08:26:51 -0400 (EDT) >>>caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006935 >>>A figure comes striding out of the rubble of the castle, one the >>>X-men recognize quite well. Sinister. Craddled in his arms in an >>>unconcious Legion. >> >> Most of the heroes react predictably to the appearance of a >>notorious villain in an uncertain situation-they enter >>'battle-ready' stance. Jean Grey, who was once his favorite target >>and is still wrapped up in her silver restraint, tries to crawl up >>Cyclops' arm. Cyclops (whose optic blasts can devastate Sinister) >>stares at Sinister with the intensity of a man whose looks _can_ >>kill, while shielding Jean with his body. >> Roland stares silently for a long moment. A quiet glance at >>Morgan, and she vanishes from sight. "You _do_ get around, don't >>you, Sinister? I hope that we can forego the usual threats, >>counterthreats, and posturing, and that you'll be reasonable in >>releasing our friend?" > >Sinister arches a brow, "Depends on what you count as reasonable, >RolandPhoenix. First..." > >Sinister looks towards Cyclops and Jean Grey, "I am not the Sinister >from this world. I was forced to leave him... indisposed as he >objected to my presence here." The smile on his face might be >ironic... the mouth full of shark like teeth makes it hard to tell. >"I apologize for his behavior in the past. Sometimes, when one sets >out after a goal, one looses sight of why that goal was important in >the first place." "'Fanatic: Someone who redoubles their efforts while losing sight of their goal.' Santayana," Reed Richards quotes. Cyclops stares for a long moment. ^Jean?^ ^He's telling the truth, Scott. I can't get anything more past his shields-I think he's letting me 'see' that much, especially considering how weak my psi is right now-but he _is_ telling the truth, I'm sure of it.^ Cyke stops trying to figure angles that will obliterate Sinister without harming Legion. Nor does he take his eyes off him, however... >On Sat, 5 Jun 1999 10:48:21 -0500 >Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006950 > >>On Sat, 05 Jun 1999 08:28:53 -0400 >>Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006949 > >>Sinister glances at Mike, then addresses Roland, "Some of your... >>force have met me before. Trust that I am well capable of taking >>care of this Lady. The constant bombardment of reality altering here >>has taken it's toll. It would be best if I took her home with me, or >>to her own place, where there are proper facilities to speed her >>recovery." >> >>Mischief walks fearlessly over to Sinister, and climbs up his >>costume, to curl up on Legion's chest. With a worried mew, the >>kitten presses her nose against Legion's. Roland's eyes narrow. "-" he's about to say- > Mike watchs the kitten and nods, presuming the little grey >furball to be the best judge of whether this is the right Sinister. > Mike glances around, optical implants giving him a fairly clear >view of the 'mess' reality had become here. He nodded to Sinister. > "Indeed we have, doctor. Take her with our best wishes for a >speedy and full recovery." Mike smiled at Mischief. "Until we meet >again, little one." Roland swallows the comment. *We need to talk, Mike. Later, though.* (OOC: Actually, that gives me a justification for letting Sinister walk with Legion-something I can't otherwise see Roland doing. But IC, he's not going to like it. 8^) "I trust I don't have to make the usual..." Roland glares for a long moment. "You know what? I'm going to say it anyway. Just so you understand. Legion is family. We take care of family. If you truly mean to help her, then we wish you well. BUT. If you hurt her, or betray her, we _will_ find you. Anywhere. Anywhen. No matter what. And you WILL regret it. Not a threat. Not a promise. Just simple, immutable reality." He turns his back on Sinister (while watching him like a hawk with his esper power) and faces Access. "Open the gate." "Huh? What are you-" Access begins, still confused. "Just open it. Your power will almost certainly know where to." "Yeah, whatever, Yoda," Access mutters, and spreads out his hands. A glowing golden X-Window-like gateway opens to a New Yorkish city. A Waynetech tower can be seen next to Four Freedoms Plaza...as well as Aerie Tower, home of Xanatos Enterprises...and a Jedi temple...and a Klingon embassy, at the United Nations spaceport...and an elven enclave _straight_ from Tolkien in the middle of what should be Central Park...and a Pentex warehouse on the wharf...and a Flora Entertainment holosign emanating from Times Square(?)... Upon seeing them, a woman who looks a lot like Mary, except with a black costume instead of red, red hair, and a domino mask with points coming from the top, sighs at the opening gate. A young child squirms under one arm. "Not _you_ again," she says in mild exasperation, rolling her eyes. At once, Roland, Access, and Captain Marvel all say one thing. "HOLY MOLEY!" (OOC: If there's anything anyone wants to include but didn't see, feel free to email me-there's a good chance I'll allow it. 8^) ================================= Date: Wed, 23 Jun 1999 09:41:07 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamania On Wed, 23 Jun 1999 09:14:25 -0500 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006952 >On Tue, 22 Jun 1999 21:36:41 -0700 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006951 > > "'Fanatic: Someone who redoubles their efforts while losing sight >of their goal.' Santayana," Reed Richards quotes. > Cyclops stares for a long moment. ^Jean?^ > ^He's telling the truth, Scott. I can't get anything more past his >shields-I think he's letting me 'see' that much, especially >considering how weak my psi is right now-but he _is_ telling the >truth, I'm sure of it.^ > Cyke stops trying to figure angles that will obliterate Sinister >without harming Legion. Nor does he take his eyes off him, however... Mike meanwhile looks to have forgotten something, He blinks to himself, a bit surprised, as it obviously comes to him. "Oh! I'm -very- sorry, I forgot about the silly putty." Mike digs a car alarm remote out of a pocket and clicks it. The nanotech silly putty extracts itself from around Jean Grey and pools on the ground, then speeds off to collect it's egg cases and return to Mike's feet, enclosing itself in its containers. Mike picks the eggs up and puts them in a pocket. "I love toys that pick up after themselves." >>On Sat, 5 Jun 1999 10:48:21 -0500 >>Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006950 >> >>>On Sat, 05 Jun 1999 08:28:53 -0400 >>>Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006949 >> >> Mike watchs the kitten and nods, presuming the little grey >>furball to be the best judge of whether this is the right Sinister. >> Mike glances around, optical implants giving him a fairly clear >>view of the 'mess' reality had become here. He nodded to Sinister. >> "Indeed we have, doctor. Take her with our best wishes for a >>speedy and full recovery." Mike smiled at Mischief. "Until we meet >>again, little one." > > Roland swallows the comment. *We need to talk, Mike. Later, >though.* > (OOC: Actually, that gives me a justification for letting Sinister >walk with Legion-something I can't otherwise see Roland doing. But >IC, he's not going to like it. 8^) Mike suddenly looks a bit sheepish. *Uh, okay.* [Think I may have just overstepped my bounds there...] > "I trust I don't have to make the usual..." Roland glares for a >long moment. "You know what? I'm going to say it anyway. Just so you >understand. Legion is family. We take care of family. If you truly >mean to help her, then we wish you well. BUT. If you hurt her, or >betray her, we _will_ find you. Anywhere. Anywhen. No matter what. >And you WILL regret it. Not a threat. Not a promise. Just simple, >immutable reality." He turns his back on Sinister (while watching him >like a hawk with his esper power) and faces Access. "Open the gate." Mike winces. [Just like last time we ran into Sinister.] > "Huh? What are you-" Access begins, still confused. > "Just open it. Your power will almost certainly know where to." > "Yeah, whatever, Yoda," Access mutters, and spreads out his hands. > A glowing golden X-Window-like gateway opens to a New Yorkish >city. A Waynetech tower can be seen next to Four Freedoms Plaza...as >well as Aerie Tower, home of Xanatos Enterprises...and a Jedi >temple...and a Klingon embassy, at the United Nations spaceport...and >an elven enclave _straight_ from Tolkien in the middle of what should >be Central Park...and a Pentex warehouse on the wharf...and a Flora >Entertainment holosign emanating from Times Square(?)... > Upon seeing them, a woman who looks a lot like Mary, except with a >black costume instead of red, red hair, and a domino mask with points >coming from the top, sighs at the opening gate. A young child squirms >under one arm. "Not _you_ again," she says in mild exasperation, >rolling her eyes. > At once, Roland, Access, and Captain Marvel all say one thing. > "HOLY MOLEY!" Mike just archs an eyebrow, having no idea who the woman is. "Intriguing," he mutters. ================================= Date: Wed, 23 Jun 1999 20:35:16 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamania On Wed, 23 Jun 1999 23:21:10 EDT SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006953 In a message dated 6/23/99 1:34:13 AM Eastern Daylight Time, ljwolfe writes: > Galactus considers for a moment, then nods. *True. I am a bit out >of practice in my social dealings with mortals.* Roger *starts* to open his mouth -- then reconsiders and turns away, crossing his arms and clamping his jaw shut against any further temptation. His internal monologue 'leaks' a bit into the general link: [Everyone keeps complaining about my sense of of humor. But is it MY fault that the Transfinite keeps feeding me all these straight lines?] >>> "/I have just one more comment...Kal Radd, the Silver Lantern. I >>>trust,/" Roland finished dryly, "/that the gravity of the situation >>>is self-explanatory?/" /About 9.8m/s^2/ Roger deadpans. /I still say he's not as bad as the Emerald Surfer. And the upmteen thousand short, blue-faced Galactusi./ >>/*"I don't believe the situation is improving with time. Shall we be >>off?"*/ Aurora asks as she wraps Access with a globe of restorative >>energy (a milisecond later, he should be as ready to go as he was >>when last he woke up from a good night's sleep). > > "Uh...uh?" Access looks around, dazed. Then he looks up at Roland. >"Oh, no, not you again!" Roger sidles up alongside his father and gives him a slantwise look from his half-inch height advantage. "/Dad? Why is it that we always seem to get that reaction whenever we take you anywhere?/" He slides Morgan a mental wink across his Mom-Only channel. >>Rob nods. "If anybody doesn't say, 'neutron star to black hole,' >>I'll be surprised. Roger's eyebrows defect to his hairline. "Why so? I spent a fair amount of time bumming around with Axel here when I was young -- the Amalgamverses are hardly *that* bad." OOC note: Roger's only knowledge of this era of the CAoL's history is what he's been told. So his comments are vulnerable to..."imprecision." >>>Access when they came out. So sue me.> OOC: Why would we sue a man so obviously lacking in sanity? We'll just keep you with us -- we can use a sentient with your obvious....talents. (;) >>"My analysis? We don't know when we're going, where we're going, or >>who is going to be there to greet us." > > "Concise, to the point, and pessimistic. You're going to fit in >just fine, sir," Roland quips, only half-jokingly. "We're dead, Jim." Roger McCoys. [insert reactions here (:)] "What? *What?* I'm just trying to 'fit in just fine,' too." OOC: This joke dedicated to the memory of the late, lamented DeForrest Kelley, who brought Leonard McCoy to life on the small screen before my five-year-old eyes. We miss you, Bones. >Roland turns his back on Sinister (while watching him like a hawk >with his esper power) and faces Access. "Open the gate." > "Huh? What are you-" Access begins, still confused. > "Just open it. Your power will almost certainly know where to." > "Yeah, whatever, Yoda," Access mutters, and spreads out his >hands. "Wrong Jedi," Roger murmurs, cocking an eyebrow at Roland. ^Being just a *tad* short with him, aren't you Dad? It really wasn't his fault, you know.^ ^And, um...before we go, shouldn't we ask Axel what happened to him?^ > Upon seeing them, a woman who looks a lot like Mary, except with a >black costume instead of red, red hair, and a domino mask with points >coming from the top, sighs at the opening gate. A young child squirms >under one arm. "Not _you_ again," she says in mild exasperation, >rolling her eyes. > At once, Roland, Access, and Captain Marvel all say one thing. > "HOLY MOLEY!" Roger's attention is latched firmly onto this cityscape. "Cooooolllllllll. Axel, you have *outdone* yourself this time." He pauses and tears his eyes away long enough to look uneasily at Access. "Uh, it *was* you, right?" The tone of his voice doesn't hold out much hope. Meanwhile, on the link: /Dad? Do you know this woman? I recognize most of the transfictional architecture, but her archetypes seem a bit muddled. And the kid...^ His gaze focusses sharply on the child. ^Wait. Who IS that kid?^ OOC: Wild speculations: Luthor is Amalgamatged with an unreformed Xanatos, and XanaLex Enterprises is locked in corporate warfare with Pentex -- or owns it. The kid is a young Franklin Richards, amalgamated with...Kismet? Nah, no way. The woman is *a* Mary Marvel Amalgamated with Ms Marvel/Binary/Warbird, but I don't know who else. Bruce Wayne, BatJedi (If there are Light Jedi, and Dark Jedi (read: Sith), there must be Grey Jedi, right?). The X-Outsiders. Johnny Firestorm. Tony Irons, aka Steel Man. The _Edmund_Dutchman_ and the _Flying_Fitzgerald_. Reed Richards 5.1. Invisible Wonder Woman. The Mole Hobbit. Sauron/Sauron/Darkseid/Doom/Magneto. Madoc Mephisto Satannish. Charles J'onnz. I blame this all on sleep deprivation and extreme work-related stress, and am going to stop now before the GM is forced to kill me. (:) PS: What's "Flora Entertainment?" ================================= Date: Wed, 23 Jun 1999 23:10:59 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Amalgamania On Wed, 23 Jun 1999 22:37:00 -0700 Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00006954 >On Tue, 22 Jun 1999 21:36:41 -0700 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006951 > >>On Fri, 04 Jun 1999 19:25:54 -0700 >>Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00006948 >> >>"My analysis? We don't know when we're going, where we're going, or >>who is going to be there to greet us." > > "Concise, to the point, and pessimistic. You're going to fit in >just fine, sir," Roland quips, only half-jokingly. "Oh, I'm used to having things drop in the pot quickly. Not this dramatically, but definitely this quickly." >>"On the bright side, the best chance of tracking 'Mary' down just >>woke up." > > "Whoa, whoa, one at a time!" Access stands woozily. "I know you >too, don't I?" he asks, looking at Rob N with near-recognition. "Hi, Axel. Listen, I can't pay you for the beers right now..." > A glowing golden X-Window-like gateway opens to a New Yorkish >city. A Waynetech tower can be seen next to Four Freedoms Plaza...as >well as Aerie Tower, home of Xanatos Enterprises...and a Jedi >temple...and a Klingon embassy, at the United Nations spaceport...and >an elven enclave _straight_ from Tolkien in the middle of what should >be Central Park...and a Pentex warehouse on the wharf...and a Flora >Entertainment holosign emanating from Times Square(?)... ...and a casino which looks more Las Vegas than New York... Rob blanches upon looking through the gate. "Balrog's casino? But Erin leveled that place..." > Upon seeing them, a woman who looks a lot like Mary, except with a >black costume instead of red, red hair, and a domino mask with points >coming from the top, sighs at the opening gate. A young child squirms >under one arm. >"Not _you_ again," she says in mild exasperation, rolling her eyes. > At once, Roland, Access, and Captain Marvel all say one thing. > "HOLY MOLEY!" "And I thought that Thor-El and Captain America Junior looked weird..." Rob says to nobody in particular. ================================= Date: Thu, 24 Jun 1999 05:05:09 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamania On Thu, 24 Jun 1999 07:53:51 -0400 Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006955 >On Tue, 22 Jun 1999 21:36:41 -0700 >Morgan and/or Roland Said >>On Sat, 5 Jun 1999 10:48:21 -0500 >>Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006950 >> >> Mike watchs the kitten and nods, presuming the little grey >>furball to be the best judge of whether this is the right Sinister. >> Mike glances around, optical implants giving him a fairly clear >>view of the 'mess' reality had become here. He nodded to Sinister. >> "Indeed we have, doctor. Take her with our best wishes for a >>speedy and full recovery." Mike smiled at Mischief. "Until we meet >>again, little one." Mischief mews cutely. *i find you soon... soon as mommy is better* > "I trust I don't have to make the usual..." Roland glares for a >long moment. "You know what? I'm going to say it anyway. Just so you >understand. Legion is family. We take care of family. If you truly >mean to help her, then we wish you well. BUT. If you hurt her, or >betray her, we _will_ find you. Anywhere. Anywhen. No matter what. >And you WILL regret it. Not a threat. Not a promise. Just simple, >immutable reality." He turns his back on Sinister (while watching him >like a hawk with his esper power) and faces Access. "Open the gate." Sinister sighs. Mischief doesn't say anything that other's hear, but her nose gives a twitch and her whiskers arch forward. Sinister murmurs to the kitten, "In-deed." Giving Roland's back an unreadable look, Sinister vanishes in a flash of light, the portal to the Tessaract opening and closing nearly too fast to see. ================================= Date: Thu, 24 Jun 1999 07:35:52 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamania On Thu, 24 Jun 1999 08:29:31 -0500 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006956 >On Wed, 23 Jun 1999 23:21:10 EDT >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006953 >> "Concise, to the point, and pessimistic. You're going to fit in >>just fine, sir," Roland quips, only half-jokingly. > >"We're dead, Jim." Roger McCoys. >[insert reactions here (:)] "This from the Immortal," Mike quips with a smirk. Then: >On Wed, 23 Jun 1999 22:37:00 -0700 >Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00006954 >...and a casino which looks more Las Vegas than New York... > >Rob blanches upon looking through the gate. "Balrog's casino? But >Erin leveled that place..." Mike grins faintly, "Welcome to the Callahanian Army of Light, where very little happens as you'd expect." And back to Roger/SkyeFire... >Roger's attention is latched firmly onto this cityscape. >"Cooooolllllllll. Axel, you have *outdone* yourself this time." He >pauses and tears his eyes away long enough to look uneasily at >Access. "Uh, it *was* you, right?" The tone of his voice doesn't hold >out much hope. >Meanwhile, on the link: /Dad? Do you know this woman? I recognize >most of the transfictional architecture, but her archetypes seem a >bit muddled. And the kid...^ His gaze focusses sharply on the child. >^Wait. Who IS that kid?^ Mike mutters to himself, "I should have packed more." He archs an eyebrow as a thought strikes him, stepping away from the gateway. Digging into his pocket, Mike pulls out a pad of paper and starts writing down a list of items he wishs he had. He glances at his pocket watch again, writes something down, then steps a foot to the side. Elsewhere and when, Tink and Mike take the turbolift up to his quarters with a dufflebag he left in the shuttle. Walking over to the replicator, Mike starts creating a few items. including a dufflebag identical to the one he brought. Tink packs the replicated items in the bag, then Mike puts away the items from his bag which are identical, if a bit more worn, to what they just created. As they work, Mike and Tink chat about what happened while he was gone. The pair head down to the transporter room where Mike sets the controls while Tink puts the new bag on the pad. They activate the transporter, making a few reroutes, and the dufflebag vanishes. Back in the Marvelverse, a black dufflebag materializes in the spot Mike had been. Mike opens it and takes out a black jacket with silver thread circuitry sewn all over it and a broadsword with a black rubber grip and mathematical formulae etched into the blade. He slips the half-serrated blade into a simple black scabbord, then puts jacket and sword on before slinging the dufflebag across his body to hang opposite the sword. Walking back over to the gateway, Mike sends with a grin, /Ready when you folks are, or are we just gonna gawk at the girl and kid for now?/ ================================= Date: Fri, 25 Jun 1999 17:05:29 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamania On Fri, 25 Jun 1999 19:45:18 EDT Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00006959 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006956 > Back in the Marvelverse, a black dufflebag materializes in the >spot Mike had been. Mike opens it and takes out a black jacket with >silver thread circuitry sewn all over it and a broadsword with a >black rubber grip and mathematical formulae etched into the blade. He >slips the half-serrated blade into a simple black scabbord, then puts >jacket and sword on before slinging the dufflebag across his body to >hang opposite the sword. > Walking back over to the gateway, Mike sends with a grin, /Ready >when you folks are, or are we just gonna gawk at the girl and kid for >now?/ In answer, Aurora waves slightly at Galactus and tells him *When you are ready to deal with the Celestials call. I may have to backtime, but I will come.* Then she vanishes to reappear in the amalgum world "standing" in the sky above "Central Park", still of a size with Galactus. ================================= Date: Sat, 26 Jun 1999 00:09:58 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamania On Fri, 25 Jun 99 20:33:14 PDT Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006960 OK, Dhyrclanc I'll work out the details of the waking of Jack with you sometime when you're more available. I just want to get Jack and Jim back in this... > On Tue, 22 Jun 1999 21:36:41 -0700 > Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006951 Off to one side, an X-window opens and a humanoid figure steps through. He is dressed in what appears to be a black bodysuit, with a Silver helmet and black visor, though the face is uncovered from the middle of the nose down. Silverish tubes can be seen leading to a device in the man's throat and going down underneath the bodysuit. On each shoulderblade is a small rectangular pack, with what appears to be jets on the bottoms and a small track going up and over the shoulder. Each forearm has a silver bracer on it, with a large tapered box that's at its highest and widest just below the elbows and tapers down to about 2 inches wide and a half inch tall just above the wrist. The box on the left arm has a QWERTY keypad and small LCD screen evident. A silver belt encircles his waist with a holster halfway down his right thigh. A strange-looking pistol is in the holster with a cable leading from the butt of the gun to the back of the belt. His boots also are silver, and come up to the knee, forming a protective armored piece for each knee. The figure looks around without speaking. "Greetings everyone. We are back. Let me introduce Jack for the second time. The first time he was a bit unsocial being unconcious due to a spell, but we managed to get past that. Unfortunately he seems to have suffered at least partial amnesia from the process and damage done to his mind from the spell itself. Thus I have formed a protective suit about him to help keep him from harm until we can figure something out." pipes up Jim's voice from the left Bracer. "uhhh Hi." says Jack. > Upon seeing them, a woman who looks a lot like Mary, except with a >black costume instead of red, red hair, and a domino mask with points >coming from the top, sighs at the opening gate. A young child squirms >under one arm. "Not _you_ again," she says in mild exasperation, >rolling her eyes. > At once, Roland, Access, and Captain Marvel all say one thing. > "HOLY MOLEY!" Jack moves to look through the portal. Inside his helmet, Jim provides a HUD with the various notable sites and landmarks, as well as the dimentions and estimated continiums they came from. Jim also start compiling lists of notable figures from each dimention and possible combinations, but ends that endevor quickly seeing that it would take far too much time and memory to be worth doing right now. Instead he turns his attentions to the woman standing there. #Possible matchup, Ms. Marvel Girl? possible powers if such a combination. Flight, invulnverability, great mental powers, really nice legs, and if also absorbed Jean Grey's (Marvelverse Marvel Girl) connection to Phoenix Power, possibly cosmic level power to draw on. Deal with with extreme caution.# says Jim through tiny speakers inside the helmet. "Well I gotta agree on the legs part at least. And as for caution, you don't survive long on the streets I grew up in without always being cautious of every situation." Mutters Jack, then turning his attention to the woman, "So what's your name anyways? I really hate having to yell 'Hey Lady! Drop that girl!' you know?" ================================= Date: Sat, 26 Jun 1999 15:05:05 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict On Sat, 26 Jun 1999 14:49:58 -0700 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006961 >On Wed, 23 Jun 1999 23:21:10 EDT >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006953 > >In a message dated 6/23/99, ljwolfe writes: > >>>> "/I have just one more comment...Kal Radd, the Silver Lantern. >>>>I trust,/" Roland finished dryly, "/that the gravity of the >>>>situation is self-explanatory?/" > >/About 9.8m/s^2/ Roger deadpans. /I still say he's not as bad as the >Emerald Surfer. And the upmteen thousand short, blue-faced >Galactusi./ Roland winces. /Haven't been to _that_ one. Ouch./ >> "Uh...uh?" Access looks around, dazed. Then he looks up at >>Roland. "Oh, no, not you again!" > >Roger sidles up alongside his father and gives him a slantwise look >from his half-inch height advantage. "/Dad? Why is it that we always >seem to get that reaction whenever we take you anywhere?/" He slides >Morgan a mental wink across his Mom-Only channel. "Hey, the last time I got mixed up with _him,_ he almost got me killed!" Access objects. "That was your own sprockin' fault," Roland replies unrepentantly. "I _warned_ you not to mess with Sivana the Supreme, but _you_ thought he was just a four-foot 'blue loser with tentacles on his head,' end quote. I _saved_ your sorry nass from Adam the Accuser." He looks around at any confused or impressed looks, becomes vaguely sheepish, and shrugs. "Um, well, I had some help from the JL Avengers." "It wouldn't have happened if you hadn't had to rescue the redhead," Access mutters, not very repentant himself. "He always _did_ have a thing for redheads," Morgan says with an amused smile, brushing aside her own auburn hair. Roland goes to full blush. "Sivana was planning to vivisect her. What was I _supposed_ to do?" >>>Rob nods. "If anybody doesn't say, 'neutron star to black hole,' >>>I'll be surprised. > >Roger's eyebrows defect to his hairline. "Why so? I spent a fair >amount of time bumming around with Axel here when I was young -- the >Amalgamverses are hardly *that* bad." "Huh? _You_ I don't know," Axel objects. (OOC: Unless Roger did some time travelling at the 'time.' 8^) "It also depends _heavily_ on the Amalgamverse in question," Roland replies. "I visited a Silver Age Amalgam, primarily. Try a Dark Age New Gotham for 'bad to worse' sitch." He turns to Roger quickly. "But _don't_ get any ideas, you." Back to Axel, he adds, "Um, the lady with the monoblade wit is my wife, Morgan. The guy who knows you is, um, will be our son. We think." "It's a little complicated," Morgan adds. "No kidding," Axel replies dryly. "Remind me to introduce you to the JLX Summers clan." >> "Concise, to the point, and pessimistic. You're going to fit in >>just fine, sir," Roland quips, only half-jokingly. > >"We're dead, Jim." Roger McCoys. (OOC: is that a verb?? ;^) Roland sighs long-sufferingly. (tm Seosaidh) >> "Just open it. Your power will almost certainly know where to." >> "Yeah, whatever, Yoda," Access mutters, and spreads out his >>hands. > >"Wrong Jedi," Roger murmurs, cocking an eyebrow at Roland. ^Being >just a *tad* short with him, aren't you Dad? It really wasn't his >fault, you know.^ >^And, um...before we go, shouldn't we ask Axel what happened to him?^ Roland winces. ^It's been a _long_ day. And Axel and I, um, we're not exactly the best of friends.^ >Roger's attention is latched firmly onto this cityscape. >"Cooooolllllllll. Axel, you have *outdone* yourself this time." He >pauses and tears his eyes away long enough to look uneasily at >Access. "Uh, it *was* you, right?" The tone of his voice doesn't hold >out much hope. "Hey, I don't _do_ elves, okay?" Access cocks his head as Galadriel glides from beneath the tree. "WHOA. I've _gotta_ reassess here..." /Jerk,/ Roland thinks, accidentally sending the thought through the link. >Meanwhile, on the link: /Dad? Do you know this woman? I recognize >most of the transfictional architecture, but her archetypes seem a >bit muddled. And the kid...^ His gaze focusses sharply on the child. >^Wait. Who IS that kid?^ /Remember the redhead I rescued?/ Roland sends, eyes darkening. /Meet Mary Grey, aka Mary Marvel Girl. Former X-Titan, and last I heard, was with the New X-Marvels. The kid I'm not sure./ >I blame this all on sleep deprivation and extreme work-related >stress, and am going to stop now before the GM is forced to kill me. >(:) (OOC: When the GM smiles... MUAHAHAHAHAHA! ;^) >On Wed, 23 Jun 1999 22:37:00 -0700 >Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00006954 > >"Oh, I'm used to having things drop in the pot quickly. Not this >dramatically, but definitely this quickly." "Hang around with this crew long enough, ye'll get used to just about anything," Morgan adds dryly but with a fond smile. >> "Whoa, whoa, one at a time!" Access stands woozily. "I know you >>too, don't I?" he asks, looking at Rob N with near-recognition. > >"Hi, Axel. Listen, I can't pay you for the beers right now..." Axel's eyes narrow slightly. "I am _so_ tired of hearing that...do you have any idea how many versions of Dark Claw owe me money?" >Rob blanches upon looking through the gate. "Balrog's casino? But >Erin leveled that place..." "Balrog's-oh, no..." Roland groans. >On Thu, 24 Jun 1999 08:29:31 -0500 >Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006956 > Back in the Marvelverse, a black dufflebag materializes in the >spot Mike had been. Mike opens it and takes out a black jacket with >silver thread circuitry sewn all over it and a broadsword with a >black rubber grip and mathematical formulae etched into the blade. He >slips the half-serrated blade into a simple black scabbord, then puts >jacket and sword on before slinging the dufflebag across his body to >hang opposite the sword. > Walking back over to the gateway, Mike sends with a grin, /Ready >when you folks are, or are we just gonna gawk at the girl and kid for >now?/ /Mike's back,/ Roland quips, his previous annoyance forgotten for the time being. >On Fri, 25 Jun 1999 19:45:18 EDT >Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00006959 >In answer, Aurora waves slightly at Galactus and tells him *When you >are ready to deal with the Celestials call. I may have to backtime, >but I will come.* *My thanks,* Galactus replies simply. >Then she vanishes to reappear in the amalgum world "standing" in the >sky above "Central Park", still of a size with Galactus. People immediately look up, staring, gasping, etc. The Galadriel-alike remains calm. 'Mary Marvel Girl' looks...nonplussed. *I suggest you use restraint,* the possessor's new victim says simply. >On Fri, 25 Jun 99 20:33:14 PDT >Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006960 > >> On Tue, 22 Jun 1999 21:36:41 -0700 >> Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006951 >The figure looks around without speaking. > "Greetings everyone. We are back. Let me introduce Jack for the >second time. The first time he was a bit unsocial being unconcious >due to a spell, but we managed to get past that. Unfortunately he >seems to have suffered at least partial amnesia from the process and >damage done to his mind from the spell itself. Thus I have formed a >protective suit about him to help keep him from harm until we can >figure something out." pipes up Jim's voice from the left Bracer. > "uhhh Hi." says Jack. "Hi, Jack. Probably a good idea, Jim," Roland replies. > "Well I gotta agree on the legs part at least. And as for caution, >you don't survive long on the streets I grew up in without always >being cautious of every situation." Mutters Jack, then turning his >attention to the woman, "So what's your name anyways? I really hate >having to yell 'Hey Lady! Drop that girl!' you know?" (OOC: Thanks, Driss. I don't think anyone's asked before, and since we're at the finale, it's about time you folx found out who you're up against... 8^) The girl under her arms 'mmphs!' and struggles futilely as the redhead regards Jack coolly. "Hm. Yes. Perhaps that will convince you to leave me alone..." she turns and looks at Mike with a 0 Kelvin glare. "...though I doubt it. Those two," she continues, gesturing at Mike and Roland in turn, "know me as Deathwalker." Roland turns almost dead white. "oh, bloody sprocking nass..." "Though I would hardly be displeased were some unpleasant fate to befall the lot of you, I have little use for revenge at this stage of my existence. After the rejection of my chil-ahem. That is neither here nor there. Regardless. I have no designs against any of your worlds. I simply wish to be left alone with my current form. In exchange, I will return the child for whom you have been crusading all this time." She hoists the girl into the air in front of her, MMG's psi powers maintaining a firm physical and dimensional grip. "mary..." Captain Marvel whispers. "If you continue to oppose me, however..." Deathwalker smiles. Even wearing the face of an innocent, gorgeous heroine, it manages to be an unpleasant smile. "Rest assured that this amalgamation of realities possesses enough beings of power to oppose even the mightiest of _you._ And I have, ahem, 'access' to those beings and powers." Axel swallows. Hard. As if to punctuate her statement, she smiles. "Cytorrak Shazam." A lightning bolt strikes nearby. "Who summons Dormammu Haight the Eclipsor?! I am-ah. You." A being wrapped in dark-furred robes studded with black diamonds and a head sheathed in ebon flames turns to face Deathwalker. "What do you wish, my dear?" His smile makes hers look like a lover's welcome. "Just stay a moment, would you? If these would-be 'heroes' don't attack, you will have repaid your debt merely by your appearance. If they do..." She points up at the Galactus-sized Aurora. The horrific Dark Dimension Sorceror Supreme/Ghoul Garou Skinner/Lord of Chaos looks up and nods, still smiling. "Mmm. I haven't devoured a cosmic maiden in some time..." Roland's eyes narrow. "We don't take kindly to threats. Release _both_ Marys, and we might have something to talk about." /Get ready, team. I don't think she's going to-/ "You don't understand. This time, you have no control of the situation. I have prepared an army that can crush even you." Deathwalker proves that she can make even a Mary/Jean amalgam face look heartless. "This body is immortal. It is mine. You can do nothing to change this." /-cooperate. Get ready...*Cap, we'll cover for you. Use that Speed of Mercury and get your sister out of there.*/ "Deathwalker, you've committed atrocities beyond counting. Someone will bring you to justice. If you turn over the child and that body, though, things might go better for you," Roland says, showing uncharacteristic patience. Deathwalker shakes her head. "It is painfully obvious that you will not see reason without an object lesson-GNN!" Defender flares a bright flash of light at the erstwhile Marvel, and the original CM rockets in, snatching the younger Mary away from a horrific fate. (OOC: Anyone who wants to cover Cap from their intended opponent, feel free to add that now. Assume they were lying in wait for a rescue attempt. 8^) "ENOUGH! HOGGOTH SHAZAM!" She snarls, and over a dozen beings flash into existence, including a robotic being and a HUGE man covered in crimson hair. "Destroy them, Secret Masters of Villainy! DESTROY THEM!" (OOC: Okay, folx, let's rock! 8^) ================================= Date: Sat, 26 Jun 1999 19:53:43 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamania On Sat, 26 Jun 1999 19:19:00 -0400 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006962 >On Fri, 25 Jun 99 20:33:14 PDT >Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006960 > > OK, Dhyrclanc I'll work out the details of the waking of Jack >with you sometime when you're more available. I just want to get Jack >and Jim back in this... OK, but when did Jim get involved with all of this? AFAIR, Jack was in the sickbay in the "Xavier" and, since DC & Co. disappeared, the Xavier has been resting in the Main Vehicle Bay in Dhyrclhanc's Tesseract Lair, Graymalkin, in Alfandra. OTOH, Mike Knight and I have been discussing a way for Moonstone to break the spell that kept Jack comatose and he suspected that Moonstone's Grimore would contain a counter-spell. Since both Jack and the "Xavier" are several dimensions away and inside a pocket universe/tesseract, so (as I said above) have no idea how Jim got involved. Thus, when Jack awakes, he'll find himself lying on a bed in a room that strongly resembles the sickbay from (cough, cough) "Voyager". A slim, light-skinned, and light-haired woman will be standing over him reading out of a large book in an unintelligible language. In the doctor's office, separated from the sickbay by a wide window, is a being who looks like the hybrid results of the mating between a giant dragonfly and a Bell Huey Cobra helicopter. What happens after that is completely up to you. L8r! Ta! ================================= Date: Sat, 26 Jun 1999 19:53:48 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamania On Sat, 26 Jun 1999 21:45:17 EDT SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006963 In a message dated 6/25/99 8:05:55 PM Eastern Daylight Time, Dane0R0A writes: >In answer, Aurora waves slightly at Galactus and tells him *When you >are ready to deal with the Celestials call. I may have to backtime, >but I will come.* Then she vanishes to reappear in the amalgum world >"standing" in the sky above "Central Park", still of a size with >Galactus. "So much for subtle," quips the second generation Freelance Immortal. He spreads a wireframe network diagram between his hands and begins linking into the various communications and computer systems in the surrounding city, using a combination of electrokinesis, cyberkinesis, technomage tricks, and heavily filtered and isolated secondary personae shells for security. A mild blue glow shows in his eyes and his outline blurs slightly as he shifts into Uptime and begins subdividing his brain for massively-parallel operations. "Fascinating," he says Spockishly. The humor does not seem to impinge on his awareness. In an echoic voice, he continues: "An unusual variety of network protocols. Some very respectable encryption here and there. And I don't think I've ever seen that particular version of Netware implemented in a Vonn-Nuemann spellcasting before..." OOC1: Given his penchant for mix-and-matching, Roger may well be in hog heaven. OOC2: GM Inquiry: Is there anything you'd like him to see/hear? ================================= Date: Sat, 26 Jun 1999 19:53:52 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamania On Sat, 26 Jun 1999 21:45:14 EDT SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006964 In a message dated 6/24/99 10:36:35 AM Eastern Daylight Time, mjknight writes: >>"We're dead, Jim." Roger McCoys. > > "This from the Immortal," Mike quips with a smirk. > >>"What? *What?* I'm just trying to 'fit in just fine,' too." Roger >>replies with an unsuccessful attempt at looking completely innocent. >>"Besides," he adds, his expression slidling wryly sideways, "do you >>know how often we 'heroic-type' immortals end up dead? Albeit >>temporarily. Heck, Mom and I usually keep a bucket handy to carry >>Dad home in to reconstitute after some dustups." His expression says >>he's mostly kidding. Mostly. OOC: The obvious zinger response is to ask Roger what Morgan and Roland used to carry *him* home in after he got in over his head. (;) > Walking back over to the gateway, Mike sends with a grin, /Ready >when you folks are, or are we just gonna gawk at the girl and kid for >now?/ /She's not my type,/ Roger muses. /Besides, I make it a point of policy not to get involved with people who suffer from identity problems -- I have enough of my own, some days./ He grins. /BTW, Uncle Mike, that's a very interesting sword -- I don't recall seeing that exact one before. Could I impose on you to examine more closely? Later, that is, when we have some free time." He bounces on his heels, examining Mike's new accoutrements from a polite distance. One gets the impression he'd be perfectly happy dragging Mike off to a local coffee bar --or SCA fest-- and "talking shop" on swords for the next few hours. OOC: Yep, he's Morgan's kid too, all right! (:) ================================= Date: Sat, 26 Jun 1999 23:04:59 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamania On Sun, 27 Jun 1999 02:03:09 -0400 Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00006965 "Avengers, assemble!" The usual battle cry rings out, although it's the West Coast group who follows their chosen leader, Photon, through to enage the massed ranks of the foe. Photon's silver is only slightly changed as it bears now the outline of a rose in black rather than her normal sigil. That and the microsecond glance at 'Flora Entertainments' are the only two clues that Zia is still amalgamanical herself. Of course, she got this several worlds back, and no one thought THEN to ask why. Of course, it's fairly apparent, now, as Photon's tactics and leadership make for a decided advantage on the good guy side. After all, Mar-vel himself trained her. She assigns targets and shifts to cover as the other Shazam classed supers perform their rescue. One baddy attempting to go after gets a nice big blast to hammer him back. Meanwhile, all over this world, little snafus of bad luck begin to mount to foil or frustrate the villain's objectives after the manner of 'For the want fo a horsehoe nail' sort of development as Zia's luck ability with shifting probability on a wide but miniscule scale begin to work. Dame Photon ================================= Date: Sun, 27 Jun 1999 01:34:39 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict On Sun, 27 Jun 1999 01:26:08 -0700 Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00006966 >On Sat, 26 Jun 1999 14:49:58 -0700 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006961 > >>On Wed, 23 Jun 1999 22:37:00 -0700 >>Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00006954 >> >>"Oh, I'm used to having things drop in the pot quickly. Not this >>dramatically, but definitely this quickly." > >"Hang around with this crew long enough, ye'll get used to just about >anything," Morgan adds dryly but with a fond smile. "I'm almost there. A few more days at this power level ought to do it." >>"Hi, Axel. Listen, I can't pay you for the beers right now..." > > Axel's eyes narrow slightly. "I am _so_ tired of hearing that...do >you have any idea how many versions of Dark Claw owe me money?" "It's worse than last time, I take it. Don't worry, I'll pay you if we survive this." [snip the intro of a guy I wouldn't invite to tea] > Deathwalker shakes her head. "It is painfully obvious that you >will not see reason without an object lesson-GNN!" Defender flares a >bright flash of light at the erstwhile Marvel, and the original CM >rockets in, snatching the younger Mary away from a horrific fate. >(OOC: Anyone who wants to cover Cap from their intended opponent, >feel free to add that now. Assume they were lying in wait for a >rescue attempt. 8^) > "ENOUGH! HOGGOTH SHAZAM!" She snarls, and over a dozen beings >flash into existence, including a robotic being and a HUGE man >covered in crimson hair. "Destroy them, Secret Masters of Villainy! >DESTROY THEM!" Rob dives through the gate, hits the ground rolling, and comes up just in time to block a massive fist which sends him sprawling anyhow. The major result of the block was to prevent an immediate concussion. Coming to his feet in a neat kippup, he faces a black man, wearing a yellow jacket over a blue tank top, blue shorts, and combat boots. [The hairdo is Balrog's, but that punch was stronger - and the jacket looks familiar,] Rob thinks, as he focuses his Chi into a red aura around his fists. A fraction of a second later, a hail of fists sail in, but this time Rob remains standing - forced back slightly, but standing. "You're fast, kid, but that ain't everything," the fighter snarls, backing off. "That's true," Rob replies, then steps forward, jumping into a seemingly impossible jump-kick which starts by covering roughly ten feet at a constant altitude of about five feet, and ends with a knee slamming into where his opponent's chin would be if there wasn't a massive forearm in the way. As he lands, Rob goes for a delaying tactic. "By the way, my name's Rob Nishikawa. Student of Psycho Storm Ler Drit. You are?" "Luke Balrog. But you can call me Power Fist. Boxing, and basic rough-and-tumble." As if to demonstrate this, Power Fist begins a rapid-fire series of punches. [_Shida_, but he's fast!] Forced onto the defensive, Rob gives ground for a few seconds, then shifts the red glow around his fists to a luminescent purple, and jumps over a right hook. Rolling forward, he brings his hands together, and energy begins arcing between them. He then uses PF's head as a pommel horse, moving into a handstand, and finishing with a somersault with half-twist to land facing his opponent. The arc of energy does not stop at any time in this, including the handstand. Power Fist is not amused. A flurry of blows later, Rob falls back, having discovered a new fact - his opponent apparently has steel-hard skin. [This is going to be a challenge,] Rob thinks, as they circle each other, searching for an opening... (TBC...) (OOC: I'll give it away here, just in case - Power Fist is an amalgam of Luke Cage, AKA Power Man, and Balrog, the boxer from Street Fighter 2. I couldn't do any better than that. Oh, well...) ================================= Date: Sun, 27 Jun 1999 11:35:14 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict On Sun, 27 Jun 1999 14:18:08 EDT Jack Said As CAoL Message # 00006967 >On Sat, 26 Jun 1999 14:49:58 -0700 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006961 > > (OOC: Thanks, Driss. I don't think anyone's asked before, and >since we're at the finale, it's about time you folx found out who >you're up against... 8^) No Problem. and I even rememebred to post from my Jack account this time. heheheh > The girl under her arms 'mmphs!' and struggles futilely as the >redhead regards Jack coolly. "Hm. Yes. Perhaps that will convince you >to leave me alone..." she turns and looks at Mike with a 0 Kelvin >glare. "...though I doubt it. Those two," she continues, gesturing at >Mike and Roland in turn, "know me as Deathwalker." "OK, if this is supposed to be the place where I go running off in fear, I'm just not feeling my motivation right now." Qwips Jack, his hand edging down towards the pistl on his thigh. > Roland turns almost dead white. "oh, bloody sprocking nass..." Jack turns a moment to look over at Roland, "Ok, I guess *he's* heard of you anyways baby." > "Though I would hardly be displeased were some unpleasant fate to >befall the lot of you, I have little use for revenge at this stage of >my existence. After the rejection of my chil-ahem. That is neither >here nor there. Regardless. I have no designs against any of your >worlds. I simply wish to be left alone with my current form. In >exchange, I will return the child for whom you have been crusading >all this time." She hoists the girl into the air in front of her, >MMG's psi powers maintaining a firm physical and dimensional grip. "You _have_ to be from a Megacorp. No one else's thinking is quite so screwed up as to equate everything in facts and figures and leave out the emotional content. Do you _really_ think these people would chase you so far just to trade the life of someone we don't know to get someone we do back? You've got to be out of your flippin gourd!!" Snaps Jack, his body tensing, waiting for something to happen. #I uploaded a complete symopsis of the current situation as I knew of it to a neural interface# Adds Jim to anyone wondering. > "If you continue to oppose me, however..." Deathwalker smiles. >Even wearing the face of an innocent, gorgeous heroine, it manages to >be an unpleasant smile. "Rest assured that this amalgamation of >realities possesses enough beings of power to oppose even the >mightiest of _you._ And I have, ahem, 'access' to those beings and >powers." Axel swallows. Hard. "Now we get back to the whole corporate Mathmatics thing again. You think we're going to stop trying to save one life because it could possibly cost all OUR lives in the process? I've got news for you honey, I've cheated death so many times already that if I got hit by a bus right now I'd still feal like I had won." cracks Jack, though a bit more nervousness seems apparent in his voice now. > A lightning bolt strikes nearby. "Who summons Dormammu Haight the >Eclipsor?! I am-ah. You." A being wrapped in dark-furred robes >studded with black diamonds and a head sheathed in ebon flames turns >to face Deathwalker. "What do you wish, my dear?" His smile makes >hers look like a lover's welcome. Jack mutters, "Hey buddy, anyone ever let you know your head's on fire? Maybe you should go soak it and try to put it out." #EEP! And just what happend to being cautious anyways?????# interjects Jim over the speakers in the helmet. "Hey, when you get them mad, the make mistakes. the bigger they are, the madder you have to make them." whispers Jack. #Ok, Maybe I should start downloading again because I don't htink you understand the power levels we're up against...# Sighs Jim... > "ENOUGH! HOGGOTH SHAZAM!" She snarls, and over a dozen beings >flash into existence, including a robotic being and a HUGE man >covered in crimson hair. "Destroy them, Secret Masters of Villainy! >DESTROY THEM!" "Ahh greetings to you Jack son of Driss. And Jim, son of Justin. Too bad you'll never live to bear any sons yourselves, though we'll have a lot of fun before I kill you!" Jack whirls around at the sound of the voice, pistol in his hand. "Who are you????" The tall dark form of The Controller stands there, though there is something different about him. An aura of pure power surrounds him this time, and there is almost an extatic look on his metalic face. Roland's gonna kill me, but after I thought this Amalgamation up on the phone wiht him, I just HAD to do it!!! heheheheeh "You can call me, The Out of Controller! Or Bob, I like Bob too. It's nice and short and easy to remember and catchy..." #EEEEEP# eeps Jim in the speakers. "Eeep? what is this idiot bot?" Asks Jack as his figner takes up the slack on the trigger of this pistol. #According to my sensor readings, this is an amalgamation of my father's former criminal identity, The Controller, merged with the aspect of the embodiment of Chaos. Becuase of this, any speculation of powers or levels is impossible to make.# "Well then, let's see if his head blows off like anyone else." says Jack as he pulls the trigger of the pistol and lets loose a low pitched shockwave that crashes into The Out of Controller's head. The head goes flying off and the the body stands there for a moment, before toppling over and exploding in a giant fireball. Then, on the other side of the flames, the head can be seen to roll over, and little by little a new body sprouts from the neck until The Out of Controller stands there once more. #OK, how many times am I going to have to download the information on the power levels we're dealing with before you get it????# "Uhhh I'm not sure I can count that high." qwips Jack as he fires his pistol again. This time the Out of Controller raises a hand and absorbs the energy, firing it back at Jack again a moment later. Enhanced reflexes only barely move Jack out of the blast area in time before the ground erupts. "You know a garden would look just great there. the ground's already tilled and everything now." grins the Out of Controller as he watches metalic vines grow up from the patch of ground and snake towards Jack... ================================= Date: Mon, 28 Jun 1999 02:55:51 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamania On Mon, 28 Jun 1999 02:42:13 EDT Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00006968 SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006963 > Dane0R0A writes: >>In answer, Aurora waves slightly at Galactus and tells him *When >>you are ready to deal with the Celestials call. I may have to >>backtime, but I will come.* Then she vanishes to reappear in the >>amalgum world "standing" in the sky above "Central Park", still of a >>size with Galactus. > > "So much for subtle," quips the second generation Freelance >Immortal. /Subtlety is a tool that I hold in reserve, until my opponents no longer expect it from me. Then it gains me tremendous advantage, from being unexpected./ Aurora answers. ================================= Date: Mon, 28 Jun 1999 02:55:59 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict On Mon, 28 Jun 1999 03:35:50 EDT Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00006969 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006961 >>Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00006959 > >>Then she vanishes to reappear in the amalgum world "standing" in the >>sky above "Central Park", still of a size with Galactus. > > People immediately look up, staring, gasping, etc. The >Galadriel-alike remains calm. 'Mary Marvel Girl' looks...nonplussed. > *I suggest you use restraint,* the possessor's new victim says >simply. *"I suggest you seek shelter, a long way from here. I suspect there is about to be a major battle here."* Aurora tells the surrounding normals. > "ENOUGH! HOGGOTH SHAZAM!" She snarls, and over a dozen beings >flash into existence, including a robotic being and a HUGE man >covered in crimson hair. "Destroy them, Secret Masters of Villainy! >DESTROY THEM!" In that same instant, Aurora warps space around the area, confining all the magics and energies about to be released, INSIDE the battle area. A pico second later, she cuts loose, at Dormammu, with a blast of the Power Cosmic strong enough to shatter a planet. Caught by surprise Dormammu is blasted back into the area barrier. The barrier then does its job absorbing the excess energy striking it, which happens to include a healthy dose of Dormammu's own energy. Dormammu's defenses are ALMOST up to the task, and so he isn't reduced to random energy motes. But he knows he's been hit, and hit hard. /*"One of the defining characteristics of a Greater Starspawn, that which separates them from the Lesser Starspawn, is the brute power to destroy a planet with a single blow. I think your next meal will be delayed."*/ She tells him. ================================= Date: Tue, 29 Jun 1999 10:06:12 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamania On Tue, 29 Jun 1999 09:36:12 -0700 (PDT) Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006970 >On Sat, 26 Jun 1999 21:45:14 EDT >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006964 > >In a message dated 6/24/99 10:36:35 AM Eastern Daylight Time, >mjknight writes: > >>>"We're dead, Jim." Roger McCoys. >>>[insert reactions here (:)] >> >> "This from the Immortal," Mike quips with a smirk. >> >>>"What? *What?* I'm just trying to 'fit in just fine,' too." Roger >>>replies with an unsuccessful attempt at looking completely >>>innocent. "Besides," he adds, his expression slidling wryly >>>sideways, "do you know how often we 'heroic-type' immortals end up >>>dead? Albeit temporarily. Heck, Mom and I usually keep a bucket >>>handy to carry Dad home in to reconstitute after some dustups." His >>>expression says he's mostly kidding. Mostly. "I assume you were usually carried home in a magnetic containment field. Hmmm, there's an idea for a baby shower gift," Mike replies. >/BTW, Uncle Mike, that's a very interesting sword -- I don't recall >seeing that exact one before. Could I impose on you to examine more >closely? Later, that is, when we have some free time." He bounces on >his heels, examining Mike's new accoutrements from a polite distance. >One gets the impression he'd be perfectly happy dragging Mike off to >a local coffee bar --or SCA fest-- and "talking shop" on swords for >the next few hours. /Well, I'll be on a tight schedule when we're done here, but the basic philosophy is a Technomage Rune Sword./ Mike sends, /Used one like it last time I went out with the CAoL, though I lost that one somewhere. This one has a few improvements, including a better Quickening containment field and a more precise aiming mechanism for release...I hope. Haven't tested it yet. And last time, I think I had as much affect on whether the sword worked as it did./ ================================= Date: Tue, 29 Jun 1999 23:01:22 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict On Tue, 29 Jun 1999 22:14:03 -0700 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006971 >On Sat, 26 Jun 1999 21:45:17 EDT >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006963 > >"Fascinating," he says Spockishly. The humor does not seem to impinge >on his awareness. In an echoic voice, he continues: "An unusual >variety of network protocols. Some very respectable encryption here >and there. And I don't think I've ever seen that particular version >of Netware implemented in a Vonn-Nuemann spellcasting before..." > >OOC1: Given his penchant for mix-and-matching, Roger may well be in >hog heaven. Depends on who he's mixing and matching with. >OOC2: GM Inquiry: Is there anything you'd like him to see/hear? Stuff you learn: The Technocracy is still out in front in the Ascension War (your Vonn-Neumann comment leads me to believe that you're familiar with the setting) though their control is _far_ less absolute than Earth-9 in your folx' time. They seem to be in a state of 'detente' with the Trads. There also seem to be several mages on the planet and in local realms with the same fortunate relationship with Paradox as your Mom. Pentex is about as corrupt as you'd expect, but not as competent; their computers are _way_ easier to hack than the ones you cracked as a kid on Earth-9. The local supers seem to be 'out.' The JL: Avengers computer indicates that they're off defending Federation space from Sivana's Kree/Cardassian Empire. The X-Titans have been kidnapped by Brother Brood. The Challengers of the Fantastic are in the Phantom Negative Zone, attempting to reseal the lost Sith Temple. And Spiderboy is waist-deep in Black Spiral Mindless Ones that Dormammu summoned on his way into this dimension. The Jedi seem to be post-Skywalker; the Old Man of the Academy is still kicking, along with his wife Mara Jade. Their presence on Earth is minimal, primarily in an advisory position to aid Earth's supers against the (apparently very interested) Sith Lords. The Klingon embassy is fairly obvious from without; the Federation embassy is not, as it is inside the UN proper. At the moment, Earth is an allied state, much like the Klingons and Romulans. Xanatos Industries is about as security paranoid as you'd expect; they had several 'shadow' projects in the works, all (except those for the gov't) abandoned about two years ago. Information about several types of supernatural beings, including _two_ types of vampires, the nearly-extinct Garou, faeries, metamutants, and a long section on gargoyles, seems to indicate a rather impressive database of knowledge on the secrets of this world. Flora Entertainment's computers are pretty much what you'd expect any reasonably clean company's databases to be like. Except you find a level that even you can't crack right off the bat; Dad'd be proud that you even found it (he wouldn't have, even in your 'now,' you think). >On Sun, 27 Jun 1999 14:18:08 EDT >Jack Said As CAoL Message # 00006967 > Roland's gonna kill me, but after I thought this Amalgamation >up on the phone wiht him, I just HAD to do it!!! heheheheeh OOC-R: Yeah, but who do I kill? Jack's innocent and Driss already died! OOC-M: Yeah, but 'e got better! ;-) > #According to my sensor readings, this is an amalgamation of my >father's former criminal identity, The Controller, merged with the >aspect of the embodiment of Chaos. Becuase of this, any speculation >of powers or levels is impossible to make.# > "You know a garden would look just great there. the ground's >already tilled and everything now." grins the Out of Controller as he >watches metalic vines grow up from the patch of ground and snake >towards Jack... Roland leaps to help Jack, horrified at the thought of the 'Out Of Controller,' only to find himself intercepted by the giant ball of crimson fur. "I'm sure you're good, kid, but nothing can stop-THE SHAGGERNAUT!" A roundhouse punch that could topple a skyscraper shakes the air, but Roland dodges easily. "The what?! The Shaggernaut!? BWAH-HA-HA-HA!" Roland laughs so hard he almost gets tagged by the next swing. "Oh Light-you must be an Amalgam of the Shaggy Man and the Juggernaut...oh, that's tragic..." "Oh YEAH? SO'S THIS!" A furious Shaggernaut manages to tag Roland with a quick jab that flattens both forcefield and faceplate; the only reason Roland doesn't end up in the harbor is because the downward angle punches him into the ground instead. "ow...ow...ow...oh yeah, piss off an amalgam of two 'unstoppable' beings. brilliant, roland." The original Freelance Immortal stands unsteadily. "Huh. When I punch someone, they usually _stay_ punched." The Shaggernaut cocks his head, seemingly impressed. "This oughta knock you down a few more pegs." The Shaggernaut leaps high into the air, in an arc that will plant his feet firmly in Roland's chest. Except when he lands, Roland is no longer there. "That's some hairdo you've got there, Shaggy," Roland spits as teeth regrow. "Is it as indestructible as the rest of you?" An instant later, Roland forces Shaggernaut into a ball, giving him the worst case of tangled hair in recorded history and creating a repulsor field under him, leaving the world's largest super-toupee' floating there, cursing helplessly. "Well now. _That's_ impressive." Roland turns wearily, to find himself facing, of all things, a Klingon. A fairly short Klingon, in fact, leaning on a beauty of a BetleH, who is regarding the armored Defender with curiosity and a total lack of fear. "Do you think you are capable of doing battle with a more honorable opponent, using more honorable means?" He hefts the blade casually, spinning it with practiced ease. From behind Roland, a golden-cloaked robot maneuvers into position. Roland notes both adversaries and makes a quick decision. "I'm kind of busy right now, Bilbo. Can you take a number?" The Klingon frowns, apparently taking the wisecrack for an insult. "So be it, coward." He strides forward, BetleH whirling as he approaches the young immortal. Roland senses what's about to happen, and devotes his attention to the robot. The warrior, not seeing the other impending attack, moves in to deliver a devastating combination- "nuqneH, qaH, " Morgan quips in slightly accented Klingon as she approaches from the side. (The rest translated for readers'-and Morgan's-convenience. 8^) "The man _said_ he was busy." The Klingon stops, stunned, and looks the Highland warrior over. Then he laughs. "You certainly seem to know your business, woman. But I am not a man to be ignored lightly-" he looks out of the corner of his eye and sees Roland and the cowled figure clash- "-even if he had reason." The betleH is held lightly, as is Aramegil. "I will not be dismissed over a-a _machine._" A harsh almost-chuckle that sounds like grinding gears echoes from within the golden hood. Morgan gives her claidheamhmor what appears to be a casual swing, but her reflexes are poised to parry in a heartbeat if need be. "He's no' ignoring ye," she says lightly. "He just decided to deal with what looked like the greater threat first." The warrior's eyes widen to saucers, then narrow to slits. His mild amusement is long gone. "Is that so. Well then. In that case...I will simply have to show him...the gravity of his error. Once the machine is no longer an issue, of course. Step aside, woman." He begins to stride toward the furious battle between man and machine. Morgan takes one step and places herself squarely in his path. "The man is already engaged in battle. Ye can wait ye're turn, or ye can go through me," she says in an even, matter-of-fact tone. "Don't be ridiculous, woman," he replies, exasperated, swinging his betleH almost casually to knock the greatsword aside. The Klingon then, amazingly, manages to parry the succeeding flurry of blows, just barely keeping his skin whole. He leaps back, surprisingly both strong and quick at once. Again, he smiles. "Then again...!" His laughter reasserts itself; clearly, this is not a man who allows himself to be taken with angst for long. "What is your name, human, that I might know whom I have the honor of besting this day?" "I am Morgan Greywolf of Clan Faoilcheire and Pride Phoenix," she replies formally. "And what is _your_ name, tlhIngan?" The 'tlhIngan' (aka Klingon) laughs again. "An honor, fiery one. I am Kahless Godslayer, the Immortal, First Swordmaker, and founder of House Kahless. And never, in all my wandering, have I met a woman of your like." He salutes jauntily with the betleH. "Shall we begin?" This time the Highlander's eyes go wide. "a bhidhim" Morgan breaths. [Ye may have gotten yourself in over your head this time,] she thinks to herself. Nevertheless, she salutes her opponent and drops into a 'ready' stance. Kahless nods. Then he swings, and the first trade of blows drives Morgan back, though she is uncut for the moment. "Magnificent. If you aren't mated, what a race we might spawn!" Elsewhere, the reason Kahless will eventually be disappointed is fighting for his life. "And what exactly is _your_ story? Do you hate letting human see you, are you covering some devastating weakness, or were you just built ugly?" Roland quips, though he too is hard pressed. "I am Master Cowl. That is all you need to know." The machine fires another barrage, both of physical and mental energies. "Hnng! Geez, telepathic robots? No fair. Let's see who you are under there!" Roland leaps back, grabs the cloak with an impressive TK effort, and yanks. Revealed beneath is a red-and-silver robot, the colors being patterened similarly to the green and black of a Green Lantern uniform, with a hideous skull-like 'face.' "Fool! You have sealed your fate, for no one escapes-" his gauntlets glow with vast power- "-ULTRON THE MANHUNTER!" [Oh, nass,] Roland thinks, just deflecting the blasts. More to come... ================================= Date: Wed, 30 Jun 1999 09:05:34 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE:Amalgaverse: The Out of Controller strikes back... On Wed, 30 Jun 1999 11:53:15 EDT Jack Said As CAoL Message # 00006972 Jack tries to dodge out of the way of the metallic vines snaking their way towards him, but they were too quick. One wrappted itself around his ankle, tripping him up and allowing another to gain a purchase on his wrist. Barbs on the vines try to dig into him, but the armored costume proves more than adequate protection, but more vines were coming quickly. #New weapon configuration completed. Will deploy to deal with this threat on your command.# "Huh, you've got something to stop these things? Do it!" snaps Jack as he struggles with the vines. #Initiating# From the raised sections on each of Jack's forearms erupts a humming blade of energy. One slices through the vine holding Jack's wrist, as if it were made of paper. Getting back to his feet quickly, Jack slices the vine from his ankle and then goes to work pruning the new metal vines snaking their way towards him, until finally they come no more. #ALERT! ATTACK TO OUR REAR!# But Jim's warning comes a split second too late as a pair of Plasma Blasts from the Out of Controller sends Jack tumbling to the ground. "Ow ow ow Sprogging computer... You couldn't have told me that earlier?" #This debate can be saved for later. Right now saving ourselves from destruction should be a priority.# "Yeh yeh, OK. Well, we saw what these did to those vines, let's see what it does to Mr. Robot over there!" Jack flips back to his feet and runs directly at the Out of Controller. The sabers impaled themselves right into the Plasma Blasters in the palms of The Out of Controller's hands, destroying htem and mangling both hands. #Umm I don't know the effectiveness of this. analyzing the first strike, estimated regenerative abilities is...# Jim doesn't get a chance to continue as The Out of Controller's eyes glow and fire a repulser beam at Jack, sending the dazed hero flying back a good 50 yards. True to Jim's prediction, the Out of Controller's hands are fully repairs again, and he gestures with them at a nearby parkinglot with a giggle. "You didn't like the seeds I had sown, so let these vehicals be transformed and grown!" At first, nothing seems to happen. The a semi trouck that was parked in the lot begins looking like it's going through convulsions. It grows and re-forms until a giant robot in purple and grey stands there looking around. "Optimus Sentinal on-line. Target aquired. Auto-Sentinals, transform and follow me." At this, several other cars begin to grow and shift turning into slightly smaller robots, some holding high-tech looking guns, others with obvious built in weapon systems, and all in purple and Grey. #analysis: Transformers and Sentinal Amalgamation. Appear to have transforming abilities and weapondry of Transformers, but mostly the mental abilities of the Sentinals. Possible reselience impossible to compute at this time.# Jack just looks up at the 8 robots coming towards him. "Uhh I don't think I need a computer to know that we're in DEEP SH.." He is cut off as the ground below him erupts from a shot from Optimus Sentinal. Jack flies into the air on his jetpack and tries to decide how to handle this new development...TBC ================================= Date: Wed, 30 Jun 1999 21:05:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict On Wed, 30 Jun 1999 20:53:36 -0700 Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00006973 >On Sun, 27 Jun 1999 01:26:08 -0700 >Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00006966 > >Power Fist is not amused. A flurry of blows later, Rob falls back, >having discovered a new fact - his opponent apparently has steel-hard >skin. > >[This is going to be a challenge,] Rob thinks, as they circle each >other, searching for an opening... [He's stronger and tougher, almost as fast as I am, and has almost no Chi powers. At least he's fighting fai-] "Whoulf!" The ambusher is dressed in what looks like Spider-Man's costume after being run through the washer with two cups of bleach for the forty-seventh time. "Nice shot!" Power Fist yells. [What was that about fair fighting?] "And who are you? Spider-Mage?" "Me am Spizarro, and you am deading!" [Wonderful. Time to see what else I have on hand.] Glancing at his bracelet as he dodges his foes, Rob smiles. [Just about anything goes here...] >On Sun, 27 Jun 1999 14:18:08 EDT >Jack Said As CAoL Message # 00006967 > > "You know, a garden would look just great there. The ground's >already tilled and everything now." grins the Out of Controller as he >watches metallic vines grow up from the patch of ground and snake >towards Jack... [...including some impressive reality-warping powers. So let's see what I can do...] In spite of dodging punches, kicks, and shots of webbing, Rob manages to concentrate on weaving energy into matter. Rolling under Spizarro's fist, he comes to his feet, and slams his creation into Power Fist's face... ...a lemon meringue pie. Triple lemon. [Someday, I'm going to learn the really good spells...] As Power Fist struggles to get the lemon out of his eyes, the webbed weirdo glares at Rob. "You not get me that way! Me am got Spizarro-sense, and me dodge!" [But can he think?] "Beamsplitter!" A yellow arc of energy sails at Spizarro, who proceeds to jump over it - just as Rob shifts the energy around his hands to blue, forming it into a sphere about the size of a basketball. [On the target...now!] "PSYCHO CHILLER!" The "basketball" slams into Spizarro just as he lands, encasing him in several inches of ice. The next thing the spectacular spider-copy sees is Rob hitting him with a flying tackle, followed by a blur of sky and grass. **THWUMP** Untangling himself from Spizarro, Power Fist stands up in time to see... >On Wed, 30 Jun 1999 11:53:15 EDT >Jack Said As CAoL Message # 00006972 > >"Optimus Sentinel on-line. Target acquired. Auto-Sentinels, transform >and follow me." > At this, several other cars begin to grow and shift turning into >slightly smaller robots, some holding high-tech looking guns, others >with obvious built in weapon systems, and all in purple and Grey. ...Rob's guard drop. Dashing forward, Power Fist readies an uppercut which should take the newest CAoLer's head off, when Rob spins to face him, and throws three discs. Two of them slam into Power Fist's forehead, staggering him briefly. A moment later, the boxer discovers a new sensation. **THWAP** As Power Fist collapses, Rob drops the conjured six-pound salmon. [I really need some better spells...] A tall man dressed in a neon-green tuxedo and hot pink hat steps out from behind a tree. "Very neat. But you will need more than that to defeat me." As he waves his hand, nine forms fade into view behind him. "You face the new holder of the One Ring - the Ringwraith Master!" [I don't know whether to laugh or scream.] ================================= Date: Thu, 1 Jul 1999 04:04:21 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamania On Thu, 1 Jul 1999 06:43:10 EDT Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00006974 In a message dated 6/28/99 2:56:17 AM Pacific Daylight Time, Dane0R0A writes: >>SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006963 >>"So much for subtle," quips the second generation Freelance >>Immortal. > >/Subtlety is a tool that I hold in reserve, until my opponents no >longer expect it from me. Then it gains me tremendous advantage, from >being unexpected./ Aurora answers. A small voice can be heard muttering over the link, /Remind me never to have you around when I'm doing my job./ ================================= Date: Thu, 1 Jul 1999 18:58:20 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict On Thu, 1 Jul 1999 17:47:10 -0700 (PDT) Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006976 >On Sat, 26 Jun 1999 14:49:58 -0700 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006961 >>On Thu, 24 Jun 1999 08:29:31 -0500 >>Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006956 >> >> Walking back over to the gateway, Mike sends with a grin, >>/Ready when you folks are, or are we just gonna gawk at the girl and >>kid for now?/ > > /Mike's back,/ Roland quips, his previous annoyance forgotten for >the time being. Mike sends an angelic (yeah, right) grin over the mini-lens link. > The girl under her arms 'mmphs!' and struggles futilely as the >redhead regards Jack coolly. "Hm. Yes. Perhaps that will convince you >to leave me alone..." she turns and looks at Mike with a 0 Kelvin >glare. "...though I doubt it. Those two," she continues, gesturing at >Mike and Roland in turn, "know me as Deathwalker." > Roland turns almost dead white. "oh, bloody sprocking nass..." Mike ... smiled? No quip, no comment at all, just the smile of a Soul Hunter with prey in his sights. > Deathwalker shakes her head. "It is painfully obvious that you >will not see reason without an object lesson-GNN!" Defender flares a >bright flash of light at the erstwhile Marvel, and the original CM >rockets in, snatching the younger Mary away from a horrific fate. >(OOC: Anyone who wants to cover Cap from their intended opponent, >feel free to add that now. Assume they were lying in wait for a >rescue attempt. 8^) Mike dove through the gateway, a glass globe, looking almost like a light bulb with it's filament barely glowing, in his hand. Lunging for 'Deathwalker', he didn't notice the large rock until it collided with his ribs, sending him flying back away from the gate and Deathwalker. Rolling to his feet, he realized he had dropped the sphere. Looking around, he saw it just before it was crushed under a red boot... > "ENOUGH! HOGGOTH SHAZAM!" She snarls, and over a dozen beings >flash into existence, including a robotic being and a HUGE man >covered in crimson hair. "Destroy them, Secret Masters of Villainy! >DESTROY THEM!" Mike arched an eyebrow. "Secret Masters of Villainy? This is the best title your organization can come up with?" His opponent sneered. Mike frowned, something in that jawline was familiar. The man before him threw back his hood and Mike saw what it was, as well as heard it. Though he stood eye to eye with Mike and had a similar build to the Ex-Time Lord's 6'2", 200 pound frame, Mike's opponent was a couple inches taller due to a large Klingon forehead. The klingon's skin was lighter than the norm for a Klingon, and by the angle of his nose and eyebrows, he had some Romulan blood to him. Dressed in a black hooded cloak, trimmed in red, with red and black armor, some of which looks cybernetic, this man was a probable match for Michael Seven. "Our name is no worse than Callahanian Army of Light," the figure replied, "But if you prefer to get personal, I am Darth Septos, your executioner." The lightsaber flared into life before Mike realized it. His own sword was drawn instinctively, its runes flaring brilliantly as it came into contact with the blade of light. Normal blades would have been smelted in the heat, but the technomage blade reflected the energy back as if the light saber were clashing with an identical one, using the saber's own energy against it. Mike frowned, [Septos was a counterpart of my father's, working within the Romulan Empire along similar goals. How'd this creep get born from a good man like that?] > "I never knew my father," Darth Septos replied, answering Mike's thought question, and revealing his ability with the force, "And thank you for bringing up such a lovely memory." Septos lunged for Mike, who parried the blade away easily. Clamping a better shield on his thoughts, he pondered, [Short temper, too. Maybe I can use that to my advantage.] Mike pressed the attack, using Septos' mistake at the onset to force him back. But, Septos was good, and well trained in the force, neither managed to draw first blood or get a real advantage. With a suddeness that astonished Mike, Septos leapt backwards and seemingly flew outside the dome, to land near an alleyway across the street. "Come Michael Seven, son of Gary Seven, let us see if this 'creep' can best you. I demand a duel of honor." "Why should I?" Mike called back. "With you outside, I can concentrate on Deathwalker." "Because, if you don't, I will start taking lives in your place. You would not want that, would you?" [Shit,] Michael thought, [There's been too much of that already.] "Observe the manhole cover, Michael Seven," Darth Septos said, gesturing. Mike looked, seeing a manhole cover lift easily out of place in the middle of the street. "Now see the gasoline truck approaching. With a thought, I could kill that driver and crash the truck. The explosion would kill or injure quite a few people, don't you think? But it need not be, if you duel me." Michael scowled. [He's got me.] "You've got your duel." The manhole cover dropped into place. Mike stepped through the dome as the gas truck passed. When it had left, Darth Septos had gone. Mike swore and ran into the street. He rolled over the hood of a passing red VW Landspeetle, the Gungan driver cursing him in Italian, and entered the alley. "Follow me," Septos' voice echoed from above. Mike grabbed the bottom rung of the fire escape and began climbing. TBC... ================================= Date: Fri, 2 Jul 1999 08:51:04 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE: The 'Birth' of a Time Lady On Fri, 2 Jul 1999 08:21:28 -0700 (PDT) Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006977 Tink walked through the hydroponics garden of the _Love's_Labor_, picking out some vegetables for a stirfry. She'd been back for a few hours, and had changed clothes and gotten cleaned up from her adventure with the CAoL. Mike had said they were inaugurating the new galley, so she had pondered over the designs stored in the replicator for some time. Finally settling on a pink cotton dress with red embroidery around the base, neck and cuffs, matching red tights and red sash belt, she replicated a small mesh bag and made her way through the halls. Now, in the three story garden area, Tink made her final selections and headed for the galley. Mike was heating a wok over a burner when Tink entered the galley. He had changed into a pair of black slacks and a navy blue rayon shirt. Like Tink, he had decided to forgo shoes and only wore a pair of black socks. He waved her over with his left hand. Tink washed her selections and passed them to Mike, who started chopping the vegetables a bit clumsily with his left hand. Tink watched him a moment. "You're favoring your human hand," the little girl observed. Mike frowned and switched hands. "Guess I am." His chopping improved. "Does work easier this way." Tink nodded. Mike glanced at Tink's feet, "Decided to forget shoes, too, hmm?" "Uh huh, I'd have gone barefoot, but..." The little girl let the thought hang unfinished, but Mike knew what it was, prompting his next question. "Should we have accepted Aurora's help, Tink?" Tink frowned in a fashion that seemed to show how much her apparent age was merely a front. Emotionally a child but intellectually Mike's equal, she mulled over the question. "Maybe, but I'm not ready." Mike nodded to himself. "I feel like these parts; this arm, these legs, this eye; are what keep me in reality. It happened, these are the proof, I have to face it, I can't just forget it." Tink nodded, "Yes, it's like that." Mike set down the knife. "But, we should keep our options open." Tink nodded again. She looked toward the ceiling, calling "Doctor?" The emergency medical hologram appeared in the dining area. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency," he said, then looked around. "Ah, Miss Seven, what can I do for you?" Mike spoke up, "We'd like you to look into replacing the rest of these implants. Be as thorough as you need, if you need more processor time, memory, special files or special equipment, let us know." The holodoc nodded, "Very well, I will keep you informed." Tink waved as the doc vanished. "He needs a name." Mike arched an eyebrow. "You want to name our sawbones?" Tink looked at Mike with a mischievious grin. "Perfect." Mike arched the other eyebrow as well. "What is?" "Doctor Saul Boens." "Just for that, we're having Kung-Pao chicken," Mike said, walking over to the replicator, which quicky hummed as a dish materialized. "Huh? Why?" "So we'll have a use for all these -peanuts-!" Mike said, tossing a handful of them at the little girl. Their meal ready, the pair sat down at the table, positioned strategically in front of the big picture window at the fore of the ship. Mike had to give the Doctor credit, the room was large enough for a small restraunt, yet it had been divided off in such a fashion as to seem right for even a gathering of two. A fireplace with holographic fire surrounded by shelves of books, mostly reference and classics, sat in front of a wood and earthtone pit group on the port side, while a 23rd century entertainment center with it's own black leather and chrome pit group sat on the starboard side. The galley was to the aft. All in all, it made for a very comfortable setting, creating an area able to accomodate two to two dozen before becoming crowded. They ate in relative silence, the Dave Brubeck Quartet's 'Take Five' providing background music. Mike paused, looking over at Tink as the track finished, moving on to Miles Davis's 'So What'. "What do you want to be when you grow up, Tink?" Tink looked up, about to take a bite, and answered immediately, "A renegade Time Lady and Technomage." She popped the bit of chicken in her mouth as Mike blinked, sitting back. Mike looked confused for a few moments, finally asking, "Why?" "Cause you know lots of stuff and you know how to use it to help people." "Well, you know everything I know already." "I don't have experience. You had 302 years to learn how to use what you know to help people. I have five." "But what I do is dangerous." "I know. But I can learn to be safe, right?" "Well... yes." "What?" Tink asked, noting the tone of that last comment. Mike sighs, "So much for a normal childhood." Tink gave him her innocent grin. "I'm not normal." Mike smirked, "Alright, so you're not, but the whole reason for originally designing the ability to grow into you was so you could have more time to get used to all your emotions. That hasn't changed just because you're now running around in an engineered human body. So no skipping childhood. There are a ton of experiences you haven'd had that you should. "So, we're going to keep your training as normal as possible. Little girls, or boys for that matter, don't run off to war. Which means, we'll probably have to be careful how much of the Army of Light we see at any one time. For some reason, the more members who gather in one place, the more likely some fight's going to break out." Tink giggled, "Baloney. We can go back and see the stuff that leads up to every fight and it has nothing to do with how many are there." Mike replied mock dubiously, "I dunno...last time we showed up, wo walked into a fight." Tink threw her napkin at him. Mike passed it back. "Seriously, the Army of Light are family, but what we do when we get together for the most part isn't normal. That's not to say they're not normal people, at least the ones who don't actively pursue abnormality, just circumstances tend to work out that trouble comes knocking quite often for them. And I don't want you growing up on a battlefield." Tink frowned. Mike grinned reassuringly, "We'll still see them, don't worry. But, I want you to interact with children, too. On a regular basis, even. It's part of being a kid, something you shouldn't miss. Now, I've been giving this a lot of thought recently, and I've decided we're going to enroll you in school." Tink blinked, "But it'll be so -boring-!" "I'll find a school to keep you challenged, don't worry," Mike said, "I'm sure a 23rd century school for gifted children will give you plenty to do without being boring. And there's things like summer vacations, proms, snow days, long weekends, all manner of experiences that most every kid has in common. I don't want you missing out on those. It'd be a crime. "And, you'll have private lessons with me on all the things they can't teach you if you want to follow in my footsteps. Now that part isn't a 'has to be'. You can change your mind on the Time Lady/Technomage business anytime, but I definitely think taking a time out for growing up is a good idea." "Yes, sir," Tink said sulkily. Mike laughed, "Tink, believe it or not, that's the same reaction every kid has to first hearing they're going to school. Trust me, You'll like it once you've tried it. You'll make all sorts of new friends and learn more about life than I could ever teach you. It's all part of that experience you wanted." Tink still didn't look happy as they finished dinner. [But I don't wanna go to school,] she thought. ================================= Date: Fri, 2 Jul 1999 11:36:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict On Fri, 2 Jul 1999 14:38:35 -0400 Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00006978 >On Tue, 29 Jun 1999 22:14:03 -0700 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006971 > Flora Entertainment's computers are pretty much what you'd expect >any reasonably clean company's databases to be like. Except you find >a level that even you can't crack right off the bat; Dad'd be proud >that you even found it (he wouldn't have, even in your 'now,' you >think). Ziactrice's psionics, excepting her empathy, have never been strong. Her telepathy this time seems quite weakened, perhaps by whatever effect also has her appearance and powers seemingly matching Photon's. ^That probably isn't a wise -^ She is cut off as a sudden squeal of high-speed data transfer triggers a mentally channeled 'worm' that feeds through into Zia's mind despite all Roger can do, as it simply multiplies and cuts through. Photon's form in the air cuts off mid-sentence and convulses. Fiery red gossamer wings appear, but twist and flop without purpose as the small lady in black plummets down at the ground near where Roland, Jack, and the Out of Controller were "gardening". >>On Sun, 27 Jun 1999 14:18:08 EDT >>Jack Said As CAoL Message # 00006967 > >> "You can call me, The Out of Controller! Or Bob, I like Bob too. >>It's nice and short and easy to remember and catchy..." >> #EEEEEP# eeps Jim in the speakers. [OOC: I'm with Jim on this one, definitely an eeep situation. Wasn't that what Zia said, too, about the Dara, Shadow, Tower, Bester scene??] >Roland forces Shaggernaut into a ball, giving him the worst case of >tangled hair in recorded history and creating a repulsor field under >him, leaving the world's largest super-toupee' floating there, >cursing helplessly. > "Well now. _That's_ impressive." Roland turns wearily, to find >himself facing, of all things, a Klingon. Behind all this, unnoticed due to other sounds of carnage, the half-Pheonixed woman in black makes a solid, albeit softer than the theory of gravity would attest, impact on the ground. The trim lady staggers to her feet, shaking her head a moment to drive off her apparent daze. Her black costume shifts to brilliant blue velvet, with white lace cuffs and cravat, even as the skirt shrinks to mini-skirt size. She steps forwards, and regards the helplessly cursing super-toupee guy. The Pheonixi wings behind her shift to blue flame butterfly like ones, in blue and yellow garishly clashing colors. "Shagga-delic!" She pronounces. The Powers Pheonix lady spins to regard the nearby Kahless, Ringwraigh and Ultron the Manhunter with a gleaming and manic blue gaze. With that, the 70's music hits from amplifiers over on Flora Entertainments building, and she begins to let her mojo loose in a unihibited dance. It's quite apparent that the change in costuming effected more layers than just the surface ones.... Ziactrice I seem to be stuck with P's, don't I? Couldn't resist, though... :) ================================= Date: Fri, 2 Jul 1999 21:17:45 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict On Fri, 2 Jul 1999 20:36:39 -0700 (PDT) Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006979 >On Fri, 2 Jul 1999 14:38:35 -0400 >Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00006978 > >The Powers Pheonix lady spins to regard the nearby Kahless, >Ringwraigh and Ultron the Manhunter with a gleaming and manic blue >gaze. With that, the 70's music hits from amplifiers over on Flora >Entertainments building, and she begins to let her mojo loose in a >unihibited dance. It's quite apparent that the change in costuming >effected more layers than just the surface ones.... On a nearby street, a jump point forms, as the first guitar chords from 'American Woman' echos strangely from the swirling rainbow 'boom tube' opening. Approaching this reality from the vanishing point inside the tube is a vehicle, a late 60's Astin-Martin, reflecting the swirling colors of the jump point. As it emerges on the street, boom tube snapping shut behind it, the garish colors inside the tube weren't being reflected, they're actually the car's paintjob. The driver executes a sharp, handbrake assisted 180 degree turn, neatly avoiding oncoming traffic, and slipping the garish vehicle bearing the liscense plate 'Swinger 2' into a parking space. Leaping out of the driver's seat was a 16 year old blonde girl, hair done in beaded braids, wearing a blue shorts jumpsuit with blue go-go boots. Passing through the dome, Tink grinned, "Hi, guys, was just in the neighborhood after a groovy party." ^Hi, Grumpa, told you I didn't want you fighting alone. You be careful up there.^ "'Ey," a shout with a Scottish burr came from behind her, "Looks like ye chose the wrong party to crash, girlie." Tink turned to see a large, no, large would be an understatement, picture a seven foot tall brown haired and sideburned man who weighed in at two tons, standing behind her in a tank top and kilt. Tink smiled, "Lemme guess, Fat Blob, right?" "Aye, ye heard o' me?" "Lucky guess. I've heard of guys like you." "'Ey, ain' nobuddy as dead sexy as me!" Tink made a valient effort not to look revolted at the idea, "Well, I never thought to ask anyone -that-." Fat Blob shrugged, advancing toward the teenaged Time Lady, "Well, if ye're wi' this lot, ye won' be gettin' the chance." [Oh boy...] Tink thought. ================================= Date: Sat, 3 Jul 1999 23:04:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE:Amalgaverse: The Out of Controller strikes back... On Sun, 4 Jul 1999 01:51:54 -0400 "Xander Opal" Said As CAoL Message # 00006983 >On Wed, 30 Jun 1999 11:53:15 EDT >Jack Said As CAoL Message # 00006972 > #analysis: Transformers and Sentinal Amalgamation. Appear to have >transforming abilities and weapondry of Transformers, but mostly the >mental abilities of the Sentinals. Possible reselience impossible to >compute at this time.# > Jack just looks up at the 8 robots coming towards him. "Uhh I don't >think I need a computer to know that we're in DEEP SH.." He is cut >off as the ground below him erupts from a shot from Optimus Sentinal. >Jack flies into the air on his jetpack and tries to decide how to >handle this new development...TBC A low-profile battlefield recon drone hovers overhead, launched from Xander while sie was in tank mode. At the moment, sie's some distance away, extremely outraged. The two-headed Transformer dragon leaps into the air, shifting to gunship mode as sie does so, to rocket over to the open area occupied by the robots. "Trans-sentinels?" sie shrieks, loosing twin air-ground/air missiles towards IronSentinel; they crater the pavement to either side, hastily aimed. "Trans-/sentinels?!/" Autocannon fire pits Optimus Sentinel's back, spoiling his next potshot at Jack. Far too offended to say more, sie transforms to 'bot mode from five-hundred feet up, wings open just far enough to guide hir into a DFA[1] to make any Mechwarrior proud, directly onto BumbleSentinel's body. Transforming to tank mode, after more autocannon bursts stagger InfeSentinel and JazSentinel slightly. Rolling off the now rather mangled VW, the tank's main cannon tracks Optimus Sentinel, then thunders a deafening volley, nearly piercing his side and rendering his left arm all but useless. Optimus' return fire craters Bolo-class armor, but does little real damage. More autocannon rounds hail down, but the real damage comes from the vertical-launch missiles that arc up, then down, scrapping HufferSentinel and MirageSentinel, before they can do much one way or ther other. "Two-bit 'bots, you're worse than Go-bots, worse than a cheap knockoff!" (don't worry, I asked Driss' permission to jump in. Anyone got milk to go with the crunchies? *G*) [1] DFA means Death From Above. This maneuver is from Battletech, where one jumps a 20-100 ton robot into the air to attempt to land upon a similarly sized opponent. Potentially devastating, and not easily done. ================================= Date: Sun, 4 Jul 1999 08:28:34 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE:Amalgaverse: The Out of Controller strikes back... On Sun, 4 Jul 1999 07:49:46 -0700 (PDT) Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006984 >On Sun, 4 Jul 1999 01:51:54 -0400 >"Xander Opal" Said As CAoL Message # 00006983 >"Trans-sentinels?" sie shrieks, loosing twin air-ground/air missiles >towards IronSentinel; they crater the pavement to either side, >hastily aimed. "Trans-/sentinels?!/" Autocannon fire pits Optimus >Sentinel's back, spoiling his next potshot at Jack. > >"Two-bit 'bots, you're worse than Go-bots, worse than a cheap >knockoff!" /Wow,/ Tink idly thinks, /Now -that's- a Trans-fan. Remind me to not discuss Beast Wars around hir. / =================================