Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 5
Amalgam - Chapter 2
Date: Sun, 4 Jul 1999 16:35:52 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE: Attack of the Might Morphin Teletubbies. (WAS:
On Sun, 04 Jul 1999 19:29:02 EDT
Jack Said As CAoL Message # 00006985
>On Sun, 4 Jul 1999 01:51:54 -0400
>"Xander Opal" Said As CAoL Message # 00006983
>
>"Two-bit 'bots, you're worse than Go-bots, worse than a cheap
>knockoff!"
Jack zips around dodging shocks and returning fire with his sonic
blaster with only limited results. "Does this thing have any other
weapons I can use?"
#I know the scematics for 31,368 weapons systems. what Type fo weapon
are you requiring?#
"Nothing too fancy. Just a military spec laser." Grins Jack.
#Acknowledged. Converting your pistol now. Ready.#
"Huh?" Jack looks down at the pistol but doesn't notice anything
differnt about it. He gives a shrug and aims the pistol at one of the
TransSentinals. Pulling the trigger, he is rewarded wtih spotting a
small red dot on the Robot's chest with wisps fow smoke from burning
metal. Looking around the robot's body, Jack moves the laser towards
where the gas tank should be...
KRAKATHOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!
The Laser hits the gastank and the TransSentinal explodes in a
satisfying fireworks display. (1) Jack goes after another one and
notes the two headed mechanical dragon. "what the heck is that?"
#I believe it is an entity that began following us from the Marvel
Universe. I am not sure of its name.#
"Well, whatever it is, I'm glad for the help..."
#more "help" incoming. I am picking up 4... ummmm Lifeforms. Perhaps
local inhabitents.#
Jack turns to look where the HUD says the blips are adn sees them.
Four pear-shaped beings each in a different colored spandex costume
with similar designs and round helmets with strange... antennae on
top? A Purple one, a Yellow one, A Red one and a Blue one, all doing
flips and jumps towards the battlescene. As they arrive, they flip
into a formation and all strike battle poses.
"Eh-oh!" Says the Purple one and waves. The other three follow the
same lead. "Eh-oh!" "Eh-oh!" "Eh-oh!"
"What the frag are those things????" Asks a befuddled and repulsed
Jack.
#Analyzing. Most probable Amalgamation would be Mighty Morphin
Teletubbies.#
Right on cue, all three of them hold out their hands and call out for
their weapons.
"Hat!" And a giant black and white spotted tophat appears in the
hands of the purple one.
"Bag!" And a brown leather purse appears in the blue one's hands.
"Ball!" and the yellow one is holding a ball.
"Scoota!" and the red one is holding onto the handles of a scooter
that appears in front of him.
Out of nowhere, giant bunny rabbits appear and begin engadging the
MMTT in battle. One tries to run the big purple one over, but he makes
a giant leap into the air and throws his hat at the bunny rabbit,
knocking it into another that the Yellow one just bounced her Ball
into. The red oen is zipping around on her scooter clotheslining Bunny
Rabbits left and right, while the Blue one beats on them with his bag.
Then as suddenly as the bunnyrabbit came, they disappear again, and
now a large vaccum cleaner with big eyes and a hose nose faces the
MMTT. They throw their weapons at him, but he catches each with his
nose and sucks them up. The MMTT leap at him and begin delivering
punches and kicks until it is looking quite battered. Then it begins
to grow...
Soon the Vaccuum Cleaner is 50' tall and waving its snout menacingly
at the Mighty Morphin Teletubbies.
"Uh oh" says the purple one, "uh-oh" "uh-oh" "uh-oh" echo the other
three.
"TewwyZord!" says the Purple one, leaping high into the air. The
other three once again echo the leader's statement, and in the horizon
can be seen a giant hat, bag, ball and scooter responding to their
call. The items shift and combine until there stands a giant
Teletubbie and the MMTT leap inside of it.
The Out of Controller looks on at all this with scorn on his face.
"I'm half embodyment of Chaos and this is too silly even for ME!" His
arms transform into giant weapon arrays and fire at the two gigantic
forms. Missiles, Lasers, Plasma Blasts, all race towards the two
forms, impacting and sending showers of sparks. Then the Out of
Controller turns his back on the battlesight and strikes a pose as the
two figures topple and explode in giant balls of fire...
TBC...
(1) I just HAD to have some fireworks on a July 4th post...
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Date: Mon, 5 Jul 1999 23:44:58 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE: Final Conflict - Deadly Wraith
On Mon, 05 Jul 1999 22:47:39 -0700
Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00006988
>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.]
A moment later, the answer is clear: Scream.
Whether it's the One Ring, or this is a variant on the Ringmaster, the
Ringwraith Master is a good tactician. Good enough to keep a defense
line around himself, while boxing Rob in with the remaining wraiths.
Dipping into yet another pocket, Rob tosses something into the air,
and a chain of explosions go off, temporarily blinding his pursuers.
When their eyes clear, Rob is gone.
"What are you waiting for? FIND HIM!"
The attacking Ringwraiths fan out, searching for their prey.
Meanwhile, atop a lamppost, Rob perches nervously.
[Damn! Of the people I can see, Morgan's the only one I know of who
might have any way of dealing with these jokers - and she's busy.
Mike's dueling Darth Septos, and Captain Marvel's taking his sister to
safety. And sooner or later, either they'll spot me or they'll start
double-teaming. Where did everybody else go?]
I just rechecked the books, and it seems that Ringwraiths are
essentially intangible, and can only be hit by magical weapons.
Presumably, Captain Marvel could use an effect similar to the one he
used to deck Superman two or three issues of JLA back, and it would
affect Ringwraiths. Looks like I dug myself a hole I can't get out of.
So:
[This is going to give me a killer headache, but I don't have any
better ideas...]
*aid needed... ...ringwraiths... ...help!*
His natural telesend ability now taxed well beyond its limits, Rob
sags, barely keeping his balance on the lamppost...
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Date: Tue, 6 Jul 1999 12:35:58 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE: Amalgamania
On Tue, 6 Jul 1999 12:25:56 -0700 (PDT)
The Lone One Said As CAoL Message # 00006991
OOC: Sorry about the nasty cut'n'paste...
Morgan/Roland said:
>> 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(?)...
Raver blinked at the conglomeration of buildings in silence, taking
everything in slowly. In the back of her mind, a low whistle could be
heard from Mandy's direction. [That...is the bizarrest thing I have
ever seen.] The demon touched their link lightly, ensuring that
nothing had happened to damage it in their transit. [Although that
many fictons in one place might be illegal,] Mandy grinned.
>On Mon, 05 Jul 1999 22:47:39 -0700
>Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00006988
>
>[This is going to give me a killer headache, but I don't have any
>better ideas...]
>
>*aid needed... ...ringwraiths... ...help!*
>
>His natural telesend ability now taxed well beyond its limits, Rob
>sags, barely keeping his balance on the lamppost...
The demon's head swiveled toward Rob, and she unsheathed her sword,
already lunging toward the nearest Ringwraith. A stroke designed to
cleave from shoulder to hip instead passed harmlessly through, and
Raver stumbled as a deathly chill ran down her spine.
(OOC: It's been a long time since I read the LOTR... but IIRC their
touch was definitely an ungood thing for mortals)
It was gone in a few moments, and Raver caught the surprised
expression on the phantasm's face as she straightened. Her eyes
narrowed. "So." [They're Ringwraiths!] Mandy sent, looking through her
eyes at the crown that rested on an invisible head. In response to the
wordless query, Mandy downloaded the gist of what she knew about the
creatures to Raver. [Tolkien, they are, and bad news.]
The demon grinned ferally, switching to a onehanded grip on her sword.
['Bad news', hmm?] A muscular ripple flowed down her free arm from
just back of her shoulderblades, and a flare of hellfire leaped
straight at the unwary Ringwraith. Seconds later, Raver was a blur of
motion, twisting out of the way of any possible retaliatiory strikes
and loosing another blast at another target.
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Date: Tue, 6 Jul 1999 17:35:14 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE5: A:FC - Duels, Fools and Tools
On Wed, 7 Jul 1999 08:30:19 -0500
Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006992
Michael Seven continued up the fire escape after Darth Septos. He
knew he was being toyed with, but he didn't have a lot of options.
Someone like this shouldn't be walking around free.
Climbing out onto the roof, Mike called over, "Alright, you've
got me up here. We going to duel or you going to keep running from
me?"
Darth Septos stepped out from behind a giant air conditioner. "So
I'm a coward as well as evil? You continue to make this worse on
yourself, human. Draw your sword."
Mike drew his blade as Septos extended his lightsaber. Septos
sneered.
To one side of Mike, dozens of roofing tiles flew into the air
and slapped into him. As he tried to cover his face from the sharp
corners, Septos made an overhead slash with his blade, attempting to
cleave Mike in two. Mike shifted his sword, blocking the blade and
slapping it out of the way, then continued the motion, sweeping it
down for a flat cut across the waist.
Septos blocked this and Mike moved back as the pair circled each
other. They clashed blades again, making a few easy blocks.
"Don't tell me this is the best you can do, Septos," Mike
remarked, "A few bad attacks and Force-throwing things at your
opponent? A true Klingon would have more honor. Not to mention skill."
Septos snarled and lunged at Mike, making a flurry of quick
strikes. Mike blocked them, but was losing ground, heading for the
edge of the roof. As he blocked, Mike kicked out with a heel, shoving
Septos away.
"Some Sith you are," Mike goaded, "Can't even defeat me, and I've
had no Force training whatsoever. I've seen toddlers with more skill."
Septos screamed in fury, lunging for Mike, who stepped out of the
way. Septos' eyes widened as Mike moved sideways and he tried to stop,
but his momentum was too great.
Darth Septos fell.
Meanwhile, unnoticed, the Swinger 2 is being eyed by a rather
unusual figure in an alleyway. Picture Harrison Ford, circa 1980, with
a handlebar moustache and looking a bit overweight, wearing black
boots, slacks, and vest, with a gaudy orange silk shirt beheath and a
navy blue t-shirt below that.
The figure ducked down as a motorspeeder cop zipped by, the
officer's radio warning all units to be on the lookout for one Han
Mudd, car thief, con artist, smuggler, matching the figure in the
alley's description exactly.
Fortunately for Han Mudd, the cop misses him. With the patrolman
gone, the gaudy Mudd makes his way across the street to the even more
gaudy Aston-Martin. As he reachs for the door handle, he gets a
surprise.
A smooth voice intones, "Please step away from the vehicle."
Han snorts, grasping the door handle, "No computer shall dictate
terms to Han Mudd."
A mass of flames springs from the interior of the vehicle aa a
huge demon looms over the would-be thief.
"LEAVE." the demon booms, showing several rows of sharp,
daggerlike, teeth in a gaping maw that could swallow Mudd whole. Mudd
falls on his backside, staring up into the eyes of the demon that glow
like red embers. Massive arms hang loose at the demon's side, it's
entire body covered in heavy green scales.
Mudd looks flustered, but then smiles as he comes to grips with
the demon. The flames around the demon aren't giving off any heat.
Mudd gets to his feet.
"Bah, you're just some sort of hologram, you can't do me any
harm. Now, be a good chap and dissipate." Han reachs through the demon
for the car door again. The demon drew back an arm and slammed an all
too real hand into Mudd, sending him flying through the air. The demon
then growled, and stared into an alley where a dumpster lid flew open.
Mudd felt himself hit several layers of some sort of ethereal
cushioning as he fell, his descent slowing until he hit the final
layer of cushioning that stopped his fall, the dumpster outside a
sushi bar.
"POLICE SIGNALED," the Holodemon growled before dispursing in
another burst of flame.
Han felt a helping hand pull him out of the fish scraps, "Oh,
thank you, you are too kind," he said throwing the muck off himself,
until he felt cuffs put on him. Managing to fling a bit of seaweed
from before his eyes, he found himself staring into the eyes of the
motorspeeder cop.
"I assure you, officer, it was not my fault. I was assaulted by
some sort of monster!" Han tried to protest as he was guided to the
speeder.
The cop just shook his head and sped off for the station with his
prisoner.
While this was going on, Tink backed away from Fat Blob, hands
behind her back, "Hey, we don't have to do this, ya know."
"Dinnae worry ye pretty lit'l 'ead o'er it, Ah'll make it only
'urt a wee bit." Fat Blob replied.
"Oh, I wasn't worried about -me-." Tink said, raising an arm and
throwing a red and white ball at Fat Blob's head. He caught it and
blinked.
"What's this? A grenade?"
"Oh, no, nothing harmful. Here, watch." Tink took an identical
orb and pushed a button on it. A one foot tall, red-cheeked, yellow
hamster-like creature with a lightning bolt-shaped tail appeared in a
flash of red light on her shoulder.
"Pikachu!" it said.
Fat Blob blinked, "Ye know, that lit'l thing looks kinda tasty.
You gimmie 'm and Ah'll nae 'urt ye."
"Uhm, well, there's a bigger one in that one if you'll just open
it." Tink said.
"I dinnae think so, girlie," Fat Blob said, pitching his orb over
his shoulder. It hit a rock behind him and opened. There was a flash
of red light that shot out over Fat Blob's head and something
materialized.
"Bedtime, Snorelax!" Tink called.
Fat Blob looked up just in time to see a two thousand pound blue
teddybear thing with white nose and stomach land on him. It snored
loudly.
"Ach! Get this thing off me!" Fat Blob shouted from underneath
the Snorelax.
"Oh, I don't want to disturb his beauty sleep, but don't worry,
he'll wake up and move himself... in about a month." Tink grinned and
picked up the Snorelax's Pokeball. Looking up, she spotted Rob, Raver,
and the approaching Ringwraiths. "Oh, great, where's Sting when you
need it?"
Mike looked down after Septos and frowned. He wasn't on the
pavement. Damn, he had to be around here somewhere. Mike looked about
the rooftop warily.
An explosion through the rooftop drew Mike's attention in just
enough time to block a potentially fatal blow from Darth Septos'
lightsaber.
"I don't die that easily, human." the half Klingon snarled.
TBC...
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Date: Tue, 6 Jul 1999 22:35:28 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Tue, 06 Jul 1999 22:10:29 -0700
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006993
>On Mon, 28 Jun 1999 03:35:50 EDT
>Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00006969
>
>> "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.
The Eclipsor snarls, shaking the blast off. *"The ability to
destroy planets. Impressive. But _I_ am a Lord of Entropy-and am far
more difficult to kill than helpless rock!"*
(OOC: Everyone else is having fun bringing in their own Amalgamated
baddies; if you want to do the same, Dane, Dormammu will retreat,
'arranging' for a replacement. Otherwise, he responds by firing Black
Diamonds from his palm. These Diamonds, of course, are not merely
projectiles-when they get near Aurora, they explode with pure Entropic
force, attempting to 'undo' her. Problem is, they might eat through
the forcewall as well...)
>On Wed, 30 Jun 1999 20:53:36 -0700
>Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00006973
>
>As Power Fist collapses, Rob drops the conjured six-pound salmon.
>
>[I really need some better spells...]
OOC-R: ROFL!
"At least we know who to talk to at dinner time," Morgan quips (while
fighting for her life).
>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
> Mike arched an eyebrow. "Secret Masters of Villainy? This is the
>best title your organization can come up with?"
She looks chagrined-or at least, as chagrined as Deathwalker is
capable, which isn't overmuch. "That name was NOT my idea. You can
take it up with General Zemo...if you can survive his wrath long
enough."
> 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."
Deathwalker laughs in a strange mix of merriment and cruelty. "Did
you truly believe that, of all my enemies, _you_ I would not prepare
for?"
Roland shields himself against Ultron's blasts and encephalo-beam.
Barely. "We're flattered. Really."
>On Fri, 2 Jul 1999 14:38:35 -0400
>Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00006978
>
>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.
Roland groans in horror, just before Ultron the Manhunter knocks
him into an indeterminate week...
>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....
Ultron turns to face this...human...and sneers in disgust. He turns
back to Roland and creates a wide-ended staff in one hand, gesturing
with the other. Another, nearly featureless robot (wearing, strangely,
the most hideous bathing suit in the universe) comes beside him, and
then Ultron smashes the staff into the slowly rising Defender's back,
while the Super-Amazoid delivers a Super-Soldier strength punch to his
head. Roland crumples with a sound that might have been a feeble
attempt at a scream. Ultron turns to face his Secret Masters.
"bangwI'! " Morgan cries, the Klingon mindset affecting her
outburst.
Kahless stops in midswing, no longer forcing the Highlander back.
He looks to the outnumbered immortal, then back to Morgan,
comprehension dawning. "I thought you two might be..." He turns again
to examine Roland's plight, certain that Morgan would not stab him in
the back.
Meanwhile...
>On Tue, 6 Jul 1999 12:25:56 -0700 (PDT)
>The Lone One Said As CAoL Message # 00006991
>
>The demon grinned ferally, switching to a onehanded grip on her
>sword. ['Bad news', hmm?] A muscular ripple flowed down her free arm
>from just back of her shoulderblades, and a flare of hellfire leaped
>straight at the unwary Ringwraith. Seconds later, Raver was a blur of
>motion, twisting out of the way of any possible retaliatiory strikes
>and loosing another blast at another target.
Back among the SMoV, most are helplessly watching Powers' dance.
The Super-Amazoid continues to pummel Roland, slowly, methodically.
One of the women in the group of villains, Madame Sapphire, sighs and
shakes her head in disgust; the other, Titana, shakes her husband
furiously in an attempt to snap him out of it. The other seven,
including Titana's husband, begin to smile goofily and approach Powers
with uncharacteristic shyness.
"Pathetic." The Manhunter fires his encephalo-beams at the men, who
turn groggily to their master. "Pay attention, you useless fleshbags -
kill the hero. I will deal with this...abomination."
"Base COWARDICE!" Kahless roars. He turns back to Morgan. "It is
clear, Lady, that I owe you...an...apology." He gestures at the mass
of villains approaching the prone armored figure. "A more noble battle
awaits, if you are willing to fight beside Kahless rather than against
him."
Morgan smiles, and salutes with her sword. "It would be an honor,
joH'a'wI', _however_ dishonorable our opponents." Kahless salutes in
return, and the two cry "Qapla'!"
Roland forced his eyes open through sheer force of will as Ultron
walked calmly towards Zia. [Oh Light. Get up, Roland.] WHAM! [Get UP.]
He tried to force his body to rise, but his spine refused to heal
quickly enough to respond properly, and everything seemed to be
swelling from the abusive trauma. And nine supervillains were
approaching him eagerly. [Get _UP._ Come ON, Roland! You're so
convinced you're a hero, your team _needs_ you! GET UP!!!]
The Super-Amazoid's fist stopped in mid-punch.
"Nass, you're as strong as your combined counterparts. Thank the
Light you're only as smart as the Adaptoid." *Captain Marve1! Mr.
Nishikawa needs assistance!* His eyes blaze with rapid flickering
electricity, and the Super-Amazoid leaps at Titana's husband-the
Absorbing Parasite. Husband and wife battle the super-robot, while the
other seven SMoV look at each other, non-plussed, and attack the
Freelance Immortal.
"Mind if I join in?" Captain Marvel says with his legendary smile
as he charges to Rob's side, fighting back-to-back (figuratively) with
Raver against the Ringwraiths. (OOC: Sorry, Raver, I just couldn't
resist the image. )
Meanwhile, the Manhunter continues towards his target, while Roland
struggles with such bizarre beings as the Titanium Hand, Soniklaw, and
the Living Mirror. Even with his power, skill and determination, the
numbers and his wounds are too much for him to defeat them all.
Until two living cuisinarts leap into the fray.
Morgan moves in a straight line toward Roland, which is very
unfortunate for those villains which happen to be within that vector.
If her blade were glowing any brighter, it would look like a
lightsaber. Her first unlucky dance partner is the Living Mirror, who
turns and frowns. He begins to make a villainous comment and call on a
power, but never gets the chance. He barely shields himself from the
first swordstroke, gets cracked by the second one, and is blasted into
oblivion (small 'o', not capital 'O') when a forcebolt flies from her
sword. She glances contemptuously at the unconscious figure. "One."
Roland smiles weakly as he sees reinforcements arriving. He turns
to face the one figure between him and Ultron-the Titanium Hand-and
his hands light up. "I don't have _time_ for this," he croaks out
hoarsely, his voice box still regenerating.
"You veel _make_ time," the ex-Soviet intones, and ebon force
constructs form around him. Roland, in response, merely closes a fist.
The armor shorts out and ejects its wearer in one loud burst of
lightning. Roland falls to one knee-[doitdoitdoitdoitdoit]-and
vanishes, reappearing next to Ultron, who is warily watching the mojo
dance, seeking its power source and a sign of its (to the robot,
inevitable) weakness.
Morgan, meanwhile, is assaulted by strange animatronic refugees
from Tomorrow League Land, including a Super-Soldier with enormous
black ears and a Duck Claw with webbed feet. "Stay away! Stay AWAY
from me, you bizarre woman!" the Toysmith cries, summoning more of the
lunatic robo-dolls.
Morgan spocks an eyebrow. [No. It would be too easy.] Easily parrying
Mouser-Soldier's heat vision, she quips, "You like toys so much?
Here." With that, she shifts the sword to her left hand, gestures
casually with her right, and her JL Power Ring glows. A moment later,
Toysmith and all of his bizarre robots are cymbal-clapping monkeys.
"Two," she says coolly.
Kahless salutes Soniklaw casually, almost insultingly. Soniklaw,
for his part, sneers. "A Klingon. With a blade. I am veritably shaking
in terror." A force construct of a Romulan 'thrai,' a creature that
makes a wolverine seem tame, leaps out at Kahless. The Godslayer
swings his blade casually, and the construct seems to flow into the
betleH like water into a sinkhole. Soniklaw gapes. "Wh-HOW?!"
"How do you suppose I was able to bring low the gods?" Kahless
quips, and slices at Soniklaw. Who is sonic energy himself. There is a
scream that screams in itself, then the villain flows into the sword
as did the construct. Kahless looks at his betleH with mild curiosity
and a slight smile. "Heh."
Over by Ultron the Manhunter, Roland reaches out with one mangled
arm. Ultron responds by spinning his head to face the Freelance
Immortal, disconcertingly not bothering with the rest of his body.
"You again. How tiresome." Forcebolts crash into Roland, who parries
them barely.
[Nass. I'm not going to beat this thing by force. Think... think...
plan.] Roland taps into the JL: Avengers computers, mentally
downloading all known information on the Manhunter's schematics...
"Molecular rearranger," Roland finally chuckles, spitting only a
little blood in the process. "All that adamantium needs _something_ to
push it around."
"Eh?" Ultron gazes impassively at the Defender. "Fool. My
rearranger is shielded against intrusion by-"
"A force field," Roland laughs, and his power flows outward, past
the external defenses, easily suborning the internal force field. The
robot siezes up, shuddering and smoking. "Zzz-malfunction-not
poss-I-Ultron...no-man-escapes-the-Manhunters-"
"So who's escaping?" Roland says, far more coolly than the words
would imply, and the rearranger tears itself from out of Ultron's
mouth. The machine collapses. Roland does the same, a moment later. He
gazes at the device for a long moment, then smiles wickedly.
"I needed to repair my Power Ring anyway." He places the ring to
the rearranger, and it flows into the ring a moment later.
(OOC: Anyone wondering who all these super-villain Amalgams are,
feel free to ask. )
=================================
Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1999 18:13:36 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Wed, 7 Jul 1999 19:47:36 EDT
Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00006994
>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006993
> The Eclipsor snarls, shaking the blast off. *"The ability to
>destroy planets. Impressive. But _I_ am a Lord of Entropy-and am far
>more difficult to kill than helpless rock!"*
> (OOC: Everyone else is having fun bringing in their own
>Amalgamated baddies; if you want to do the same, Dane, Dormammu will
>retreat, 'arranging' for a replacement. Otherwise, he responds by
>firing Black Diamonds from his palm. These Diamonds, of course, are
>not merely projectiles-when they get near Aurora, they explode with
>pure Entropic force, attempting to 'undo' her. Problem is, they might
>eat through the forcewall as well...)
/*"Ah, I see your mistake now. The ability to destroy a planet with a
single blow is the MINIMUM strength level. I am one of the ten most
powerful of all Starspawn. YOU are no where near a match for me, Lord
of Entropy that you are."*/ She answers. Then with a flick of her
hand, she rips the sphere of space, that Dormammu is occupying, out of
this universe, transforming it into a tiny pocket universe (with him
still raging inside). Finally with an obvious straining effort, she
seals that pocket universe.
/*"I am not The Stardragon, so he will eventually be able to get free,
but by that time this battle will be long finished."*/ She says as she
begins to look for a new opponent. She is about to take action against
Deathwalker when a premonition strikes. Dodging suddenly, she is able
(just) to avoid being blasted in the back. Turning around, she sees...
*"The name is Galdru. Time to die my dear."* Galdru says. With that
the two titanic beings begin battling, using cosmic level magics;
mental, physical, and spiritual energies; and the Power Cosmic.
(OOC: Mix of Galactus, and Mordru. Galactus everybody knows, Mordru
was/is the single most powerful enemy (that I ever read about) of the
23rd century group of DC heros called the Junior Legion of Super
Heros.)
=================================
Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1999 19:35:41 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Wed, 7 Jul 1999 22:16:02 EDT
SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006995
Zia gets Zapped.
Roger makes frantic grab to stop...whatever...is infecting Zia's mind,
but can't get an effective grip on it without at least partially
entering Zia's mind. Which is something he is NOT going to do
uninvited, even under these cirsumstances. And so he is reduced to
watching helplessly...then rather bemusedly...then with
barely-restrained horror...as the change overtaking Zia makes itself
evident.
>>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....
The network diagram de-rezzes as Roger's jaw slowly droops towards
ground level. Another Roger steps up and taps him on the shoulder.
"You know, that effect isn't intended for you."
"Of course not. I grew up watching Auntzie's cabaret act. I'm immune."
"Really? Then why are you drooling?"
"Uhhh..." The first Roger hastily ratchets his jaw back into place and
looks anywhwere but Zia. "Umm. Well, she *is* awfully...awfully..."
The second Roger rolls his eyes in disgust. "I swear, there are days I
think I have a split personality. Come ON." Suiting action to words he
grabs the first Roger by one ear and drags him off towards Axel.
"Look, I've got an idea..."
In our next installment:
Roger's Master Plan
OR
Amalgamations R Us -- "You mix 'em, we match 'em"
=================================
Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1999 19:35:46 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamania
On Wed, 7 Jul 1999 22:15:53 EDT
SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006996
In a message dated 6/28/99 5:56:17 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
Dane0R0A writes:
>/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.
OOC: Scrambling madly to catch up.....
A normal-size winged Roger ZOTs into being next to Aurora's face and
gives her a quick peck on the cheek. /I know, Auntie A,/ he chirps
affectionately.
/I was only teasing./ His eyes slant around the prospective
battlefield. /Besides,/ he adds conspiratorially, /saying so out loud
helps reinforce your image./
unZOT!
OOC: Kissing a Starspawn....kid likes to live dangerously, don't he?
(:) Is that liable to have...unfortunate side affects?
=================================
Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1999 19:35:54 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE: Final Conflict - Deadly Wraith
On Wed, 7 Jul 1999 22:16:00 EDT
SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006997
In a message dated 7/6/99 2:45:17 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
peng writes:
Rob calls for help:
>*aid needed... ...ringwraiths... ...help!*
>
>His natural telesend ability now taxed well beyond its limits, Rob
>sags, barely keeping his balance on the lamppost...
OOC: While everybody else leaps to Rob's aid, Roger diverts some
attention to toss in his 3-kilotons worth....
Absorbed in trying to bootstrap off of Axel's powers, Roger Duplicates
momentarily. The new Roger sizes up the reinforcements coming to Rob's
aid, and decides to cut down the odds a bit before returning focus to
his own task. He tosses a few decigrams of encapsulated antimatter
into the air and snaps a hollow collimation sphere[1] into place
around it before dropping the encapsulation.
A few nanoseconds later, the sum total energy released by the reaction
"spurts" out through the sphere's several emitter windows, in
perfectly coherent bolts. Each bolt passes through a tuning filter
that converts the EM-spectrum energy into magickal energy at the
precise wavelength to do maximum damage to the RingWraiths.
Think of it as directed and focussed EMP. (:)
[1] Ok, the collimation sphere. I admit I took inspiration from
Teller's bomb-pumped X-ray laser. The sphere is basically a region of
stressed spacetime that takes any energy entering it from inside the
inner radius, and concentrates and collimates that energy into
coherent pulses that emerge simultaneously from the emitter windows
with near-100% efficiency.
Or if you keep the emitter windows closed, it acts like a real nifty
storage device.
Anybody want one?
=================================
Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1999 19:36:03 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Wed, 7 Jul 1999 22:15:57 EDT
SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006999
In a message dated 6/30/99 2:02:02 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
ljwolfe writes:
>>OOC1: Given his penchant for mix-and-matching, Roger may well be in
>>hog heaven.
>
> Depends on who he's mixing and matching with.
Heh. Watch me.
>>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)
Haven't a clue, actually. It just seemed logical to me that a magickal
construct intended to emulate a hard-tech computer would end up
inevitably following to some extent Von Nuemann's "Universal Computer"
model.
(Rabid raving technogeek? *Moi?* Why would you say such a thing? (:))
>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.
"So, Roger, what are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing Dad. Just diverting $3billion from Pentex's 3rd-quarter
profits to UNHCR, after taxes and before the depreciation of the
Amazon acquisitions. Once the news gets out, their stock should take a
50-pt nosedive and the SEC should begin investigating their entire
financial division. And once they start, the Trojans I planted in the
Pentex computers should lead them straight to the evidence they need
to put together a rock-solid antitrust case."
"Ah. Good. Carry on."
"You know, Morgan, sometimes that boy worries me."
"He's only six, dear. What has you so concerned?"
"Well, it's not that he's efffectively destroyed Pentex
single-handedly as a force of the Wyrm -- Light knows, that's one less
thorn in my side. But when he does stuff like this, I swear he's
beginning to sound more and more like a...like a *lawyer.*"
"Hmm. Do you think that Dusty is looking for a junior partner?"
"Morgan! That's not funny!"
> 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.
YES! Someone ELSE who thinks Luke and Mara belong together! I am not
alone!
> 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.
Up til two years ago? That would suggest that this Xanatos is the
reformed post-season-two Xanatos. Whom I always preferred, despite
Frakes' superb bad-guy performance.
> 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).
=================================
Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1999 20:34:34 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Wed, 7 Jul 1999 23:32:41 -0400
Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00007000
>On Tue, 06 Jul 1999 22:10:29 -0700
>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006993
>>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
> Back among the SMoV, most are helplessly watching Powers' dance.
>The Super-Amazoid continues to pummel Roland, slowly, methodically.
>One of the women in the group of villains, Madame Sapphire, sighs and
>shakes her head in disgust; the other, Titana, shakes her husband
>furiously in an attempt to snap him out of it. The other seven,
>including Titana's husband, begin to smile goofily and approach
>Powers with uncharacteristic shyness.
> "Pathetic." The Manhunter fires his encephalo-beams at the men,
>who turn groggily to their master. "Pay attention, you useless
>fleshbags-kill the hero. I will deal with this...abomination."
[OOC: Song snippet! 'We all got up to dance... Ohhhh! But we never got
the chance...' since he winds up getting pounded by Our Heroic Leader
before the 'abomination' heard what he said about her. One thing an
actor can't stand it's a bad review, you know.:)]
> "Eh?" Ultron gazes impassively at the Defender. "Fool. My
>rearranger is shielded against intrusion by-"
> "A force field," Roland laughs, and his power flows outward, past
>the external defenses, easily suborning the internal force field. The
>robot siezes up, shuddering and smoking. "Zzz-malfunction-not
>poss-I-Ultron...no-man-escapes-the-Manhunters-"
> "So who's escaping?" Roland says, far more coolly than the words
>would imply, and the rearranger tears itself from out of Ultron's
>mouth. The machine collapses. Roland does the same, a moment later.
>He gazes at the device for a long moment, then smiles wickedly.
> "I needed to repair my Power Ring anyway." He places the ring to
>the rearranger, and it flows into the ring a moment later.
> (OOC: Anyone wondering who all these super-villain Amalgams are,
>feel free to ask. )
[OOC: Well, you ASKED for this.]
Powers Pheonix turns to Tink for a brief moment, passing her Glinda's
Wand from a pocket that certainly wasn't in that velvet outfit before
- the outline of that star would have shown, given the fit. "Here you
are, lovey, do play nice with the dark and dead there. It's not got
much Sting, but it's loaded on the glitter, baby."
With a knowing nudge, nudge wink sort of expression, (and if Tink
accepts the wand), she turns back to kneel next to Roland. Giving the
still-kneeling on one knee Freelance Immortal a hand of assistance to
stand up by, and not coincidentally brushing him with the
now-psychedellically colorized Pheonix aura in healing. Perhaps enough
to help his own along, or heal him completely depending on the
severity of his then-remaining wounds from the terrible beating he
just took.
"Hey, babe!" she addresses Roland in nothing like Zia's usual style,
"Just who are all these squares who invaded the party? That one..."
she notes, watching Darth Septos with a displeased eye, "couldn't
dance on a bed of bannana peels. What say we lay them low and high?"
With full innuendo, but rather more like a target acquisition mode in
the eyes.
Powers-Pheonix
In Search Of .... some sort of opponent. Bring on the remainder, oh,
G-rol-M-and!
=================================
Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1999 22:05:00 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Wed, 07 Jul 1999 21:50:48 -0700
Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00007001
>On Tue, 06 Jul 1999 22:10:29 -0700
>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006993
As his headache begins to fade, Rob watches as the battle continues to
unfold...
>Meanwhile...
>>On Tue, 6 Jul 1999 12:25:56 -0700 (PDT)
>>The Lone One Said As CAoL Message # 00006991
>>
>>The demon grinned ferally, switching to a onehanded grip on her
>>sword. ['Bad news', hmm?] A muscular ripple flowed down her free arm
>>from just back of her shoulderblades, and a flare of hellfire leaped
>>straight at the unwary Ringwraith. Seconds later, Raver was a blur
>>of motion, twisting out of the way of any possible retaliatiory
>>strikes and loosing another blast at another target.
[Just what the doctor ordered...]
(the vorpal cursor went snicker-snack!)
> "Mind if I join in?" Captain Marvel says with his legendary smile
>as he charges to Rob's side, fighting back-to-back (figuratively)
>with Raver against the Ringwraiths. (OOC: Sorry, Raver, I just
>couldn't resist the image. )
[This looks to be under control, and my head's clearing now...]
> Meanwhile, the Manhunter continues towards his target, while
>Roland struggles with such bizarre beings as the Titanium Hand,
>Soniklaw, and the Living Mirror. Even with his power, skill and
>determination, the numbers and his wounds are too much for him to
>defeat them all.
> Until two living cuisinarts leap into the fray.
(snip of foes falling like wheat under the scythe)
> "I needed to repair my Power Ring anyway." He places the ring to
>the rearranger, and it flows into the ring a moment later.
[Yes! We're win- What's that?]
Leaping from the lamppost, Rob dashes towards Roland, dodging blows
and blasts as he goes.
>>On Thu, 1 Jul 1999 17:47:10 -0700 (PDT)
>>Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006976
>>
>> Mike arched an eyebrow. "Secret Masters of Villainy? This is
>>the best title your organization can come up with?"
>
> She looks chagrined-or at least, as chagrined as Deathwalker is
>capable, which isn't overmuch. "That name was NOT my idea. You can
>take it up with General Zemo...if you can survive his wrath long
>enough."
A Kryptonian can move at amazing speed. However, with sufficient
advance notice, speed becomes irrelevant. For a person trained in Ler
Drit, a Kryptonian's life force stands out from the crowdlike the
Incredible Hulk in a nudist colony.
Tackling Roland, Rob drags the Freelance Immortal a few feet to the
side, a fraction of a second before the impact. Turning to face the
crater, he sees a humanoid form rising from the ground, dressed in a
black leather jacket, leather gloves, black pants, leather boots, and
a purple mask with a gold circlet on his head.
"Impressive. A mere human displaying such speed is a rare thing
indeed. I would have your name before I kill you."
[I need to play for time here.] Stepping away from Roland, Rob
replies, "My name is Robert Michael Nishikawa."
"I am General Zemo. You may die now." With that, Zemo's eyes turn red,
and a blast of heat vision lashes out.
[Valdritkar Rose...] "Beam-"
The rest of the word is swallowed up in an explosion which sends steam
and dirt flying in all directions.
(TBC)
=================================
Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 17:35:37 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Sun, 11 Jul 1999 17:26:50 -0700
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00007003
>On Wed, 7 Jul 1999 19:47:36 EDT
>Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00006994
>
>> Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006993
>*"The name is Galdru. Time to die my dear."* Galdru says. With that
>the two titanic beings begin battling, using cosmic level magics;
>mental, physical, and spiritual energies; and the Power Cosmic.
Meanwhile, Dormammu is unable to escape from the pocket reality,
but he has a plan. Using every reserve of magick available, he/it
shunts the pocket dimension itself into the Dark Malfeas Dimension,
where he is the Sorceror Supreme. A spray of Black Diamonds, and the
creature is free.
Sort of.
"GrrAH! Trapped in my own dimension!" Dormammu gazes at the battle
through a scrying pit, fury checked raging across his 'face'.
(OOC: Basically, he's out of the fight unless someone else 'wants'
him. 8^)
>On Wed, 7 Jul 1999 22:15:57 EDT
>SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006999
>
>>ljwolfe writes:
>>
>> 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)
>
>Haven't a clue, actually. It just seemed logical to me that a
>magickal construct intended to emulate a hard-tech computer would end
>up inevitably following to some extent Von Nuemann's "Universal
>Computer" model. (Rabid raving technogeek? *Moi?* Why would you say
>such a thing? (:))
OOC: Oops! Wrong Von-Neumann! Didn't know he's REAL...explain for
the poor, uneducated GM, please? 8^)
>> 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.
>
>YES! Someone ELSE who thinks Luke and Mara belong together! I am not
>alone!
OOC: It'll never happen...but it SHOULD. (Luke deserves to have
_someone_ special in his life!)
>> 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.
>
>Up til two years ago? That would suggest that this Xanatos is the
>reformed post-season-two Xanatos. Whom I always preferred, despite
>Frakes' superb bad-guy performance.
OOC: Bingo. This Xanatos is the 'reformed' version, though with
soch a richly developed, complex character the most appropriate
description would be that he's 'gained perspective.' Being a
father'll do that.
>> 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).
>
>
At that point, an absolutely _stunning_ redhead appears-no, wait,
it's just a hologram. And for all that she actually draws some stares
from 'Zia Powers,' folx get the feeling that the holo doesn't do her
justice.
"All right," she says in a no-nonsense voice, hands on hips,
staring straight at Roger, "what's going on out here?"
>On Wed, 7 Jul 1999 23:32:41 -0400
>Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00007000
>
>Powers Pheonix turns to Tink for a brief moment, passing her Glinda's
>Wand from a pocket that certainly wasn't in that velvet outfit before
>- the outline of that star would have shown, given the fit. "Here you
>are, lovey, do play nice with the dark and dead there. It's not got
>much Sting, but it's loaded on the glitter, baby."
[The wand of Glinda the Good Witch? Oy, not the Dorothy thing
again!]
>With a knowing nudge, nudge wink sort of expression, (and if Tink
>accepts the wand), she turns back to kneel next to Roland. Giving the
>still-kneeling on one knee Freelance Immortal a hand of assistance to
>stand up by, and not coincidentally brushing him with the
>now-psychedellically colorized Pheonix aura in healing. Perhaps
>enough to help his own along, or heal him completely depending on the
>severity of his then-remaining wounds from the terrible beating he
>just took.
"UmthanksZiabutI'mnotsurethat'ssuchagood-" Roland begins.
Far, FAR too late.
"WHOAAAA!"
Roland sparkles, coruscates, and there's a burst of power around
him.
He is, in fact, completely healed.
The phoenix symbol on his Defender armor is also glowing, and on
his left arm is a shield of Vibranium/Kryptonium alloy, shaped like
the famous 'S' shield worn by you-know-who. His armor is now red,
white and blue as well, and a white star appears above the phoenix
symbol.
>"Hey, babe!" she addresses Roland in nothing like Zia's usual style,
>"Just who are all these squares who invaded the party? That one..."
>she notes, watching Darth Septos with a displeased eye, "couldn't
>dance on a bed of bannana peels. What say we lay them low and high?"
>With full innuendo, but rather more like a target acquisition mode in
>the eyes.
Super-Defender smiles gently. "They do seem to rather be in force
today, don't they?" He seems to simply exude charisma and nobility;
being (partially) Amalgamated with Steve Rogers and Clark Kent will do
that...
>On Wed, 07 Jul 1999 21:50:48 -0700
>Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00007001
>A Kryptonian can move at amazing speed. However, with sufficient
>advance notice, speed becomes irrelevant. For a person trained in Ler
>Drit, a Kryptonian's life force stands out from the crowd like the
>Incredible Hulk in a nudist colony.
OOC: Ler Drit?! Where did Rob N pick up Bison's fighting style!?
>Tackling Roland, Rob drags the Freelance Immortal a few feet to the
>side, a fraction of a second before the impact. Turning to face the
>crater, he sees a humanoid form rising from the ground, dressed in a
>black leather jacket, leather gloves, black pants, leather boots, and
>a purple mask with a gold circlet on his head.
"*whouplg*-wh-? Oh." Super-Defender smiled. "My thanks."
>"Impressive. A mere human displaying such speed is a rare thing
>indeed. I would have your name before I kill you."
>
>[I need to play for time here.] Stepping away from Roland, Rob
>replies, "My name is Robert Michael Nishikawa."
>
>"I am General Zemo. You may die now." With that, Zemo's eyes turn
>red, and a blast of heat vision lashes out.
>
>[Valdritkar Rose...] "Beam-"
>
>The rest of the word is swallowed up in an explosion which sends
>steam and dirt flying in all directions.
"NO!" S-D dove into the path of the heat vision, the deadly beams
being cut off by his super-shield, splashing away harmlessly.
General Zemo blinked at this, mildly amused. "Ach. The man who
would be Super-Soldier. Bah." He draws his sword, and casually swings
(at super-speed) to impale Roland.
Roland parries with the shield, and his Power Ring glows. The
Phoenix Claw katana appears in his hand, made of Adamantium, and he
slashes at Zemo. The duel begins, and in about a tenth of a second,
after a nearly unwatchable blur of thrusts, parries, and ripostes, the
two supers back away again.
"This-this is absurd! You are no match for me, and the verdammt
Super-Soldier is no swordsman!" Zemo objects.
"I've been practicing," S-D replies with an amused smile. "And more
importantly, I have confidence in myself. See that woman who held her
own against Kahless? She's my trainer." The smile broadens. "You
should see me with a Mimbari fighting pike."
"Enough!" Zemo snaps with his free hand, and the remaining Secret
Masters surround Super-Defender, including (after he presses a stud on
his sword hilt) a rebooted Super-Amazoid, the Absorbing Parasite, and
Titana. "Even _you_ cannot defeat _all_ of my Secret Masters of
Villainy!"
"Er..." Super-Defender looks around, non-plussed.
Kahless looks at the group, enraged. They've been joined by an
additional member-a Klingon with the facepaint of a Sith warrior.
"There he is...the second clone I came to kill, the so-called Darth
Kahless!" The Sith in question ignites a lightbetleH, and smiles
viciously at the true Kahless.
"You will have your own problems in a moment, 'Unforgettable' one,"
Darth K replies snidely. A gesture, and Soniklaw flows _out_ of the
true Kahless' betleH. A sonic blast batters the Klingon immortal as
Soniklaw scrambles away in terror.
"You-you PSYCHOTIC-demented-I don't know how you did that, and I
don't CARE! You're a DEAD man!" Soniklaw screams, pushing Kahless back
physically with the energies from his 'tuning-fork' hand.
Kahless parries the sonic blast with his betleH, though he has some
difficulty absorbing the entire cone of sound with the blade.
"How...annoying." He gestures with his head at Darth Kahless. "As
recompense for my error, I offer you the honor of slaying the false
Kahless," he says to Morgan, approaching the panic-striken Soniklaw.
(OOC: The Amalgamated SMoV are as follows: The Super-Amazoid is a
robot that can duplicate the powers of its opponents, and also has the
powers of the JL: Avengers. It isn't terribly bright,
though-fortunately. Absorbing Parasite can also absorb the powers of
others by touching them, his victims being weakened in the process. He
can also change his body into any substance or energy that he touches.
Titana is a standard super-strong, super-tough bruiser. Soniklaw
controls sound (big surprise) and can create sound 'constructs' much
like those generated by a GL power ring. Madame Sapphire is Iron
Lantern's love interest, possessed by a mask that enslaves her mind
and 'gives' her cosmic powers. Batroc the Terminator is 'merely'
human...the way Captain America is 'merely' human. He's at maximum
human strength and speed, and uses 90% of his brain capacity, being
supremely trained in every weapon known to man. Goldlash is a master
of his metallic whip, one that can parry blades and (when spun into a
shield) bounce lasers, and when he wills it, can coat a target in a
solid 'gold' sheath.
(Of those who are presently out of action: Titanium Hand is a
powered-armor wearer that can generate force-constructs ala Green
Lantern, the Shaggernaut is super-strong, virtually indestructible,
regenerates, and is literally unstoppable (though he can be prevented
from _controlling_ his mobility), the Living Mirror controls light
(and can become same) and can perform almost magical effects with a
'mirror motif,' and finally, Toysmith makes life-size action figures
with moderate super-powers. Go to town. )
=================================
Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 23:34:59 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Sun, 11 Jul 1999 23:10:01 -0700
Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00007004
>On Tue, 06 Jul 1999 22:10:29 -0700
>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006993
>
>>On Tue, 6 Jul 1999 12:25:56 -0700 (PDT)
>>The Lone One Said As CAoL Message # 00006991
>>
>>The demon grinned ferally, switching to a onehanded grip on her
>>sword. ['Bad news', hmm?] A muscular ripple flowed down her free arm
>>from just back of her shoulderblades, and a flare of hellfire leaped
>>straight at the unwary Ringwraith. Seconds later, Raver was a blur
>>of motion, twisting out of the way of any possible retaliatiory
>>strikes and loosing another blast at another target.
>
[snip]
> "Mind if I join in?" Captain Marvel says with his legendary smile
>as he charges to Rob's side, fighting back-to-back (figuratively)
>with Raver against the Ringwraiths. (OOC: Sorry, Raver, I just
>couldn't resist the image. )
Between hellfire and magically-enhanced punches, the ringwraiths are
quickly remembering some long-forgotten words: Pain, fear, and
unconsciousness.
"This can't be happening! I won't let it!" snarls the Ringwraith
Master. Staring at Raver, his eyes begin to glow. "You don't need to
fight the Ringwraiths."
"They aren't your enemies."
"I'm the only one you can trust."
"Destroy him," he finishes, pointing at Captain Marvel.
=================================
Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 23:35:06 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Sun, 11 Jul 1999 23:33:24 -0700
Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00007005
>On Sun, 11 Jul 1999 17:26:50 -0700
>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00007003
>
>>On Wed, 07 Jul 1999 21:50:48 -0700
>>Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00007001
>>
>>A Kryptonian can move at amazing speed. However, with sufficient
>>advance notice, speed becomes irrelevant. For a person trained in
>>Ler Drit, a Kryptonian's life force stands out from the crowd like
>>the Incredible Hulk in >a nudist colony.
>
> OOC: Ler Drit?! Where did Rob N pick up Bison's fighting style!?
>
OOC: Ever see somebody beat SF2 Alpha playing Rose? Rose uses a
different style of Ler Drit, and has a beef with M. Bison.
Now, there's a fanfic over at http://www.eyrie.net/ which is set in an
alternate Street Fighter universe, where Rose survives the Alpha
tournament and holes up in Maine, with her spirit broken. Ben
Hutchins, aka Gryphon, is Rose's current student.
Rob jumped into a possible future that I invented, where Ben has a
daughter, named Erin. Between Erin, Rose, and Gryph, Rob picked up a
solid background in Ler Drit.
That's right, a fanfic character whose past is partly based on a
fanfic. Only slightly better then the Smurf-smurfing smurf that smurfs
Smurfs.
>>The rest of the word is swallowed up in an explosion which sends
>>steam and dirt flying in all directions.
>
> "NO!" S-D dove into the path of the heat vision, the deadly beams
>being cut off by his super-shield, splashing away harmlessly.
As the dust settles, one thing becomes clear: Rob wasn't even touched.
Instead, the heat vision appears to have been diverted to either side
of him and vaporized a fair chunk of soil.
> General Zemo blinked at this, mildly amused. "Ach. The man who
>would be Super-Soldier. Bah." He draws his sword, and casually swings
>(at super-speed) to impale Roland.
> Roland parries with the shield, and his Power Ring glows. The
>Phoenix Claw katana appears in his hand, made of Adamantium, and he
>slashes at Zemo. The duel begins, and in about a tenth of a second,
>after a nearly unwatchable blur of thrusts, parries, and ripostes,
>the two supers back away again.
[snip-parry-thrust-slash-parry-riposte-snip]
> "Enough!" Zemo snaps with his free hand, and the remaining Secret
>Masters surround Super-Defender, including (after he presses a stud
>on his sword hilt) a rebooted Super-Amazoid, the Absorbing Parasite,
>and Titana. "Even _you_ cannot defeat _all_ of my Secret Masters of
>Villainy!"
> "Er..." Super-Defender looks around, non-plussed.
"To paraphrase another sword-wielder: He didn't come alone. Allow me
to introduce the Callahanian Army of Light."
"I've been watching you fight. Perhaps you'd care to face a propair
challenge, no?"
"I don't believe we've been introduced," Rob replies.
"I am Batroc zee Terminator, zee greatest mercenary alive. Pairhaps
you would care to begin with a weapon of your choice?"
"Unfortunately, I had to pawn it a few universes back. You wouldn't
happen to have spare weaponry, would you?"
"Alas, non. We shall have to manage without."
With that, Batroc leaps forward, evades a counterstrike, and kicks at
Rob's chin. The blow is blocked by a hand wrapped in red energy.
"Alors! Your hand feels like iron to punch. You may be a challenge
worthy of the great Batroc."
"Good. I'd hate for you to get bored."
=================================
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 15:40:01 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Tue, 13 Jul 1999 06:06:59 -0500
Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00007006
>On Sun, 11 Jul 1999 17:26:50 -0700
>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00007003
>>On Wed, 7 Jul 1999 23:32:41 -0400
>>Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00007000
>>
>>Powers Pheonix turns to Tink for a brief moment, passing her
>>Glinda's Wand from a pocket that certainly wasn't in that velvet
>>outfit before - the outline of that star would have shown, given the
>>fit. "Here you are, lovey, do play nice with the dark and dead
>>there. It's not got much Sting, but it's loaded on the glitter,
>>baby."
>
> [The wand of Glinda the Good Witch? Oy, not the Dorothy thing
>again!]
Tink takes the wand, twisting it in her fingers, unsure of what
to do with it. "I wish this thing came with instructions."
With a sudden flash of light and the sound of a someone running a
mallet up the scales on a xylophone, a blonde woman in a mid-60's
styled lime green dress appeared next to Tinkerbell.
Tink blinked in surprise. "You're Elizabeth Montgomery, aren't
you?"
The woman blinked, "No, I'm Samantha the Good Witch. Who's-"
"Nevermind," Tink replied, "You know how to use this wand? My
friends could use some help with those demons."
The two blondes looked toward Raver, Rob and the Ringwraiths.
>On Sun, 11 Jul 1999 23:10:01 -0700
>Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00007004
>
>>On Tue, 06 Jul 1999 22:10:29 -0700
>>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006993
>>
>> "Mind if I join in?" Captain Marvel says with his legendary smile
>>as he charges to Rob's side, fighting back-to-back (figuratively)
>>with Raver against the Ringwraiths. (OOC: Sorry, Raver, I just
>>couldn't resist the image. )
>
>Between hellfire and magically-enhanced punches, the ringwraiths are
>quickly remembering some long-forgotten words: Pain, fear, and
>unconsciousness.
Tink said, "Well, maybe not..."
>"This can't be happening! I won't let it!" snarls the Ringwraith
>Master.
Sam nudged Tink, "He doesn't look happy. Okay, hold both hands up
like you're about ready to lead a band..."
Tink raised both hands into the air
>Staring at Raver, his eyes begin to glow. "You don't need to fight
>the Ringwraiths."
Sam urged, "Picture what you want to happen...Now try and say it
in a rhyme and start the band. Ooooh, you better hurry, too."
>"They aren't your enemies."
Tink bit her bottom lip, then blurted out:
"Superglue,
Googley-eyes,
Mirrored Shades,
Make for surprize."
'Starting the band', Tink heard that xylophone effect again.
>"I'm the only one you can trust."
Suddenly, a pair of springy googley-eyed glasses appeared over
Ringwraith Master's eyes, with a pair of mirrored lenses, the mirrored
side on the inside, superglued to them, then the whole contraption
superglued to his face.
>"Destroy him," he finishes, pointing at Captain Marvel.
=================================
Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 18:05:01 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Tue, 13 Jul 1999 20:42:01 EDT
Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00007008
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00007003
> Meanwhile, Dormammu is unable to escape from the pocket reality,
>but he has a plan. Using every reserve of magick available, he/it
>shunts the pocket dimension itself into the Dark Malfeas Dimension,
>where he is the Sorceror Supreme. A spray of Black Diamonds, and the
>creature is free.
> Sort of.
> "GrrAH! Trapped in my own dimension!" Dormammu gazes at the battle
>through a scrying pit, fury checked raging across his 'face'.
> (OOC: Basically, he's out of the fight unless someone else 'wants'
>him. 8^)
As Dormammu watches the battle rage in the sky above the amalgum city,
he realizes he got off easy, as Aurora and Galdru pound each other
with energies great enough to destroy entire star systems.
The two titanic combatants are seemingly very well matched for power,
and for powers. The very air between them comes to life, and dies with
the energies they direct against each other. The only sounds being the
shriek of tortured space as enough power to bend space itself passes
through, and Galdru's voice as he casts one spell after another. Here
a spell gets through and Aurora Writhes in pain for a moment, there a
plasma bolt knocks Galdru back into the area barrier. So their battle
goes on, minute after eternal minute. Then Galdru stops a spell cast
in the middle to scratch his chest, and another bolt gets through to
him. He shakes the blow off and resumes the fight, only to stop to
scratch again. Soon he seems to lose interest in the fight, only able
to stop scratching long enough to TRY to hold back the beating that
the Starspawn is dishing out to him. Then even that slips out of the
realm of his ability as he devotes his entire attention to TRYING to
rid himself of a maddening itch that consumes his entire body,
rendering him unable to concentrate on anything else. As his ability
to fight slackens, so does Aurora's attack. Finally as he tries to
tear himself apart to stop the itch, she smiles and stops hammering on
him. *"I will be more merciful to you than you would have been with
me,"* she says. With a sweep of her hand she creates a warp around him
that deposits him back in his home. *"The itch will go away of it's
own accord within a few hours. Face me again in battle and I will not
be so merciful."* Dusting herself off, she looks around to see who
remains on the battle field.
=================================
Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 16:06:12 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Wed, 14 Jul 1999 19:00:37 EDT
SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00007009
In a message dated 7/11/99 8:36:24 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
ljwolfe writes:
>>Haven't a clue, actually. It just seemed logical to me that a
>>magickal construct intended to emulate a hard-tech computer would
>>end up inevitably following to some extent Von Nuemann's "Universal
>>Computer" model. (Rabid raving technogeek? *Moi?* Why would you say
>>such a thing? (:))
>
> OOC: Oops! Wrong Von-Neumann! Didn't know he's REAL...explain for
>the poor, uneducated GM, please? 8^)
Von Neumann was one of the great figures in the theoretical
underpinnings of computing, a contemporary of Turing. He's actually
somewhat more well-known for the concept of "Von Neumann Machines,"
self-reproducing devices whose potential hazards are the basis for the
"grey goo scenario" popular in nanotech stories. One of the two
foremost computer memory architectures in use today is built from his
original model. Von Neumann was also one of the first to seriously
quantify the concept of a "universal computer" -- a machine that could
theoretically perform any function, by emulating any lesser machine.
>>YES! Someone ELSE who thinks Luke and Mara belong together! I am not
>>alone!
>
> OOC: It'll never happen...but it SHOULD. (Luke deserves to have
>_someone_ special in his life!)
Never in cannon, no. Thank ghod for fanfic, eh?
>>Up til two years ago? That would suggest that this Xanatos is the
>>reformed post-season-two Xanatos. Whom I always preferred, despite
>>Frakes' superb bad-guy performance.
>
> OOC: Bingo. This Xanatos is the 'reformed' version, though with
>soch a richly developed, complex character the most appropriate
>description would be that he's 'gained perspective.' Being a
>father'll do that.
Ain't that the truth. I always did love the way that Gargoyles always
handled the moral ambiguity in so many of their storylines. Damn, but
I miss that series!
> At that point, an absolutely _stunning_ redhead appears-no, wait,
>it's just a hologram. And for all that she actually draws some stares
>from 'Zia Powers,' folx get the feeling that the holo doesn't do her
>justice.
> "All right," she says in a no-nonsense voice, hands on hips,
>staring straight at Roger, "what's going on out here?"
[I do NOT have Dad's weakness for redheads, I do NOT have Dad'd
weakness for redheads, I do NOT....] "Ah, there's a great deal going
on 'out here' right at the moment. Did you have anything in particular
in mind? And may I ask who you are, milady?" He cocks his eyebrows
politely at the gorgeous redhead, opening his empathic reception
slightly in an attempt to determine what kind of person(?) she is.
OOC: Fortunately for all involved, being the son of a redhead
apparently dilutes the genetic Phoenix weakness for redheads. Now, is
this new person human? AI? Connected to Flora, I assume. For that
matter, is Flora Entertainment a good, evil, or neutral force here?
=================================
Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 16:06:18 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Wed, 14 Jul 1999 19:00:39 EDT
SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00007010
What Roger was doing when All Hell broke loose, part 1:
As Roland and Captain Marvel make their assault on Ja'dur and the
ensuing chaos erupts, Roger spends several seconds analyzing the
situation for anything that calls for his particular talents.
"Leverage."
He dupes over to Axel and grips him by the shoulder. "Axel! Give me
Acess."
The younger man rears back against his grip, eyes narrowing. "Like
hell! I've been used enough by strangers for one day already, thank
you very much! I've got half a mind --"
"DON'T" Roger grates, "tempt me. Look, Axel, I don't have time to
satisfy your paranoia. Open your mind and look around, I think you can
tell who the black and white hats are here. Now you can do what you
want, but the fact is that right here, right now, I'm the one person
who may be able to help fix this situation using your powers -- and
_I_need_you_to_trust_me_." His hand tightens involunatarily on Axel's
pauldron, crimping it slightly. "I don't have time to convince you.
Make your decision. Now."
They stand eye-to-eye for a long, frozen moment the battle rages
around them.
Axel blinks first. "All right. If you're *his* son--" he points his
chin at Roland "--well, I may not like him, but that ramrod up his
spine is as straight as an arrow." He gives Roger the hairy eyeball.
"I just hope it's genetic."
Roger suddenly grins against his will. "You have NO idea." He takes
Axel's head gently between his hands, fingers falling into something
resembling a Vulcan mindmeld pose. "All right. The key is to remember
that _you_are_the_Access_. Ja'dur is older, nastier, trickier, and
more experienced, not to mention being an utter genius --which is how
she got control of your powers to begin with-- but she's not you. She
doesn't have your connection to the Interface, she's a usurper of your
rightful position. You *can* break her hold. You *can* control this
amalgamation....just....concentrate. With. Me."
TBC. Coming up next: Mighty Bugs Gadget, Magneto Boy, and Sauron
Doomseid
(oops!)
=================================
Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 16:06:23 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Wed, 14 Jul 1999 19:00:40 EDT
SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00007011
In a message dated 7/13/99 9:05:31 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
Dane0R0A writes:
>Then Galdru stops a spell cast in the middle to
>scratch his chest, and another bolt gets through to him. He shakes
>the blow off and resumes the fight, only to stop to scratch again.
>Soon he seems to lose interest in the fight, only able to stop
>scratching long enough to TRY to hold back the beating that the
>Starspawn is dishing out to him. Then even that slips out of the
>realm of his ability as he devotes his entire attention to TRYING to
>rid himself of a maddening itch that consumes his entire body,
>rendering him unable to concentrate on anything else. As his ability
>to fight slackens, so does Aurora's attack. Finally as he tries to
>tear himself apart to stop the itch, she smiles and stops hammering
>on him. *"I will be more merciful to you than you would have been
>with me,"* she says. With a sweep of her hand she creates a warp
>around him that deposits him back in his home. *"The itch will go
>away of it's own accord within a few hours. Face me again in battle
>and I will not be so merciful."* Dusting herself off, she looks
>around to see who remains on the battle field.
Watching from the sideline, Roger smirks. "Yep. No subtlety. No
subtlety at all." He begins to giggle helplessly.....
=================================
Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 18:05:08 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAEV: A pair of cameos.
On Wed, 14 Jul 1999 20:38:17 -0400
Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00007012
Any who might be looking outside the perimeter might notice a gawker
stagger as if something just hit him... then stand again. His form
starts to change, growing into that of a massive werewolf in Crinos
form. He stalks towards the barrier, then vanishes, reappearing inside
the boundry.
[OOC: For those curious... the villian in question is Samuel
Haight-Beckett... no, you don't want to know more.)
As he approaches the group of heroes, his claws trail through the air,
leaving behind gouges of ... nothingness. Blacker than black, rents in
the fabric of reality itself. He seems to be attempting to creep up
behind Roger.
[OOC: This space intentionally left blank. Incase someone wants to get
some poses in before..]
Suddenly, the werewolf was... gone. The innocent bystander whose
body he had usurped was back outside the barrier, and walking away in
confusion. The rips and damage to reality are... gone. As are several
other minor bits of reality damage.
What is there is a figure standing mid-air near where the villian
was. Superfically, she looks like a woman in her twenties in a
shimerring jumper-dress. Then the details leap out at you. The irises
of her eyes are filled with a constantly shifting Mandelbrot set. The
necklace around her neck is a smooth metal strip with a half-twist in
the loop. Those with the ability to do so would recognize her as a
spirit. A Paradox Spirit.
[OOC: Pausing here for now. feel free to reply to the post though.
I'll be mailing the Phoenix Clan shortly with more details.]
=================================
Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 18:35:31 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Wed, 14 Jul 1999 21:28:33 EDT
Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00007013
SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00007011
>Watching from the sideline, Roger smirks. "Yep. No subtlety. No
>subtlety at all." He begins to giggle helplessly.....
/Well, he did not expect it when I inserted a raging allergen into his
blood stream, through 5 space, did he? It took a long time to
determine what his immune system would react properly to. One that
would cause an uncontrolable and intolerable itch, but wouldn't kill
him, at least not this time. But it was worth it. He will think twice
before facing me again./ Aurora answers.
=================================
Date: Fri, 16 Jul 1999 12:06:12 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE:The Out Of Controller takes control
On Fri, 16 Jul 1999 11:48:18 -0700
Jack Said As CAoL Message # 00007014
The battle rages all around them, but The Out of Controller pays it
no mind. Stray shots go zinging wiithin inches of striking, but never
do. Jack, on the other hand, is having a much tougher time of it. Only
his own insticts and Jim's vigilence have kept them from becoming
little more than street pizza by now.
The TransSentinals are being taken care of by the double headed
robotic Dragon, so Jack turns his attentions back on his primary
target. The Out of Controller meanwhile has just been standing by,
watching the spectacle with a evil smile on his face. He doesn't move
at Jack runs towards him. He doesn't even flinch as Jack raises the
laser pistol to fire it at The Out of Controller's head. Only his
mouth moves, as the smile grows larger when the pistol fails to fire.
"You can't even hope to fight me. I am the ultimate master over
machines. I AM the Deus Ex Machina now!! You just don't have what it
takes to affect me human. You have no powers other than those granted
to you by machines. And against me that is as good as no powers
whatsoever," gloats the black-clad robot as Jack looks at his
malfunctioning pistol with a confused look on his face.
"You know, I've really got to hand it to you. I always thought
machines were supposed to be smart, but if you really think that one
man can't move the world, you've obviiously proved that assumption
wrong." Jack yelled as he ran at The Out of Controller and tried to
throw an elbow into the robot's head.
The Out of Controller's head split right where Jack's elbow was going
to strike, forming two heads now on his shoulders. A metalic tail,
edged with razor blades, snaked up from behind the black form and
warppped itself around Jack. Jim's nanites hardened the area under the
blades and tried to counteract the pressure with which The Out of
Controller was squeezing with, but still little by little the grip got
tighter and tighter.
"You've read far too many fairy tales Jack. David and Goliath was a
myth. In real life, Goliath would have turned David into stew meat.
Just like I'm going to do to you. But still, this is no fun. It has no
style, no class, no risk. I need a game... I know!" The Out of
Controller cackled as the tail whipped and threw Jack a good hundred
yards away effortlessly.
Jack managed to get himself curled up into a ball as he flew, and
tumbled back up to his feet after he hit. He stood there facing The
Out of Controller, beathing hard, bruised and battered, but otherwise
in good shape. In his eyes, an almost familiar fire seemed to burn as
he looked over at The Out of Controller. "You think you can take me?
Come on, give it your best shot."
The Out of Controller's grin just seemed to get bigger is possible.
"Oh, Don't worry. I will." He waves a hand and then vanished from
sight.
Jack stood there motionless, every muscle in his body tensed. He
slowly looked around him and strained to try to individualize the
noises around him, looking for the next attack. Thus it came as a
total surprise when he felt his suit begin tightening around him...
TBC...
=================================
Date: Fri, 16 Jul 1999 20:04:32 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAEV: .. But your enemies closer
On Fri, 16 Jul 1999 22:47:11 -0400 (EDT)
Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00007015
(Here's the quick version of everything that happened to John before
Amalgamania.)
John stepped through the gate and immediate stepped to the side,
eyes darting everwhere. Rhia glanced at him, but he didn't let
anything slip to her. ^Being a little paranoid aren't we?^ She asked
him.
^Yes,^ he replied, ^we are.^
^The universe jumping should throw whoever you think is going to
attack you in the midst of all your freinds.^
^It should.^ he conceeded. ^Still..^
John trailed off as Wolverine danced with a few of the group
members. ^You're right. And no one could have shown up here ahead of
me.^ He relaxed, slightly, and watched as Roland handled things.
He wandered around a bit as the assembled heroes explained what was
going on, just watching the people and putting names to those he knew.
This wasn't his normal stomping grounds. He kept half an ear to the
explanation, and didn't like what he was hearing. The stealth team
didn't sound like it really needed his abilities, but to hit the force
dome? John pondered this and shuddered at thoughts of what the cube
might possibly conjure up to match him. He bounced the idea off of
Rhia, who stopped still as she thought it over. ^I think you're
forgetting one thing,^ she said to him.
^What's that?^
^You're not a cosmic level being anymore. How you managed to forget
that, considering all the..^
John broke in, "But in potential..^
^In potential even the least powered among us could beg or borrow a
device and convert his mass to energy and throw it at the field. Not
that we're that stupid and, in some cases, it would be a definite
power reduction, but I don't think that you have anything to fear on
that regard.^
John, ^...^
Rhia, ^Relax, will you? Go watch Mike, He's doing something cool, as
usual.^
John looked that way and smiled, then wandered over and watched Mike
assemble until it was time for action. Oh the memories that brought
back, though John's friends usually kept going until they had a peice
of field artillery. He shook his head at the thought.
John threw his personal energies into the hit on the force dome. He
was standing a little apart, not through any design, but that was just
they way things were. As he stood there, energies streaming forth from
him, the ground below him took on a greenish tinge in a rough circle
under his feet. Oblivious, he kept up his attack on the dome, until a
streamer of fluid reached up from the ground and latched onto his
ankle with a sizzling sound.
John went down on one knee with a cry of pain, just as a bolt of
crackling death flashed through the space where his head had just and
hit a leaping Naruni assassin droid. John had no time to spare for
this because the green goo rose up in a circle around him and crashed
inwards. John gave another yell as he was encased in a sphere of
green, which quickly developed a tendency to bulge and stretch.
The droid slowly picked itself up, running internal diagnostics. It
had just completed them, and another two droids arrived, when the geen
stuff flewaway from John.
".. OFF!" he finished, as he blasted the thing away from him. John
paused to take stock of the situation. Off to his left were three
Naruni assassin droids, already starting to move towards him. Way off
on the right was a Splugorth extermination squad, with some sort of
mounted cannon already pointed in his direction. In front of him, the
green thing was assuming some sort of upright amoeboid shape. John
took a quick mental map of everyone, and all were involved with
something. He'd have to take care of this on his own.
"If this is a test of my abilities, the gods have no sense of
proportion," John muttered as he dove backward. Once again the cannon
spat death through the space he had just occupied. Unfortunately, the
droids deftly evaded the blast. John brought up his personal shields
just as the droids began firing upon him, a process they quickly
stopped as futile.
John wiped the sweat from his brow, thankful for that small favor,
since he wasn't sure how long he could hold his sheilds under their
combined fire. 'They must be operating under old information,' he
thought as they once again prevented him from bringing them between
him and that blasted gunner. John drew his twin energy blades, not
quite swords, certainly not knives, the one held reversed. "Alright
you bolt buckets.. HAIII!!!!" He yelled as he rushed them. What
followed was quick and painful. John ended up flat on his back, two of
the droids sparking and useless, the other preparing to deliver the
death blow as the Amoeboid rose up in a snakelike column behind it. It
and the green thing struck at the same time, and John rolled to the
side. As the ground where the thing hit sizzled, John rolled into a
crouch and dove away again as the thing struck for him, just able to
catch a glimpse of two slightly melted legs where the droid had been
standing.
This time as he came to his feet he threw a bolt at the creature,
which it ignored. "Oh $#!+," John said, diving away again. This time,
however, the creature caught him. As it englobed him he fought even
more furiously than before, blowing huge holes out of the creature,
his face twisted as he took hits in return. But always the holes
closed over, and John was definitely weakening.
Just then the dome wavers, and a powerful blast throws everyone
back several meters, shaken but unharmed. John remains standing, but
the blast tore the green whatever off of him. It lay in a puddle,
immobile for the moment. Villains start bailing, except for Doom (who
bows to James as he flies back to weigh his options) and Thanos.
John advanced on the thing to finish it off, after a quick glance
toward the Splugorth team who were, not surprisingly, gone. As he got
near it though, it disappeared into a dark circle which formed under
it, and a man dressed all in black appeared in it's place. "Scourge."
John spat out at the newcomer.
Scourge nodded his head toward John, "Can't let you have him. My
current employer has a use for this one."
"Him?" John repeated, bewildered, then horror filled his eyes and
he leapt for Scourge too late, for Scourge had already gone. John hit
the ground and rolled, coming up to his knees, then falling back down
to the grass, panting.
He raises his head when a golden glow appears, and hears something
about access, then flops back down with a groan.
Rhia walks over to him, looking just as tired, and asks, "You
dead?"
"I don't think so. Give me a moment."
She nudges him with her foot, "Good. Get up. We're not done yet."
She reaches a hand down.
John takes it, "That settles it. I'm in hell, so I must've died."
He pulls himself up and walks over with her to join the others.
(fini)
(My critique: I switched tenses, darnit. I'll have to fix that later.)
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Date: Tue, 20 Jul 1999 16:05:20 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Tue, 20 Jul 1999 15:55:33 -0700 (PDT)
The Lone One Said As CAoL Message # 00007016
>On Tue, 13 Jul 1999 06:06:59 -0500
>Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00007006
>
>>On Sun, 11 Jul 1999 23:10:01 -0700
>>Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00007004
>>
>>>On Tue, 06 Jul 1999 22:10:29 -0700
>>>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006993
>>>
>>> "Mind if I join in?" Captain Marvel says with his legendary
>>>smile as he charges to Rob's side, fighting back-to-back
>>>(figuratively) with Raver against the Ringwraiths. (OOC: Sorry,
>>>Raver, I just couldn't resist the image. )
>>
>>Between hellfire and magically-enhanced punches, the ringwraiths are
>>quickly remembering some long-forgotten words: Pain, fear, and
>>unconsciousness.
OOC: *chuckle*
>>Staring at Raver, his eyes begin to glow. "You don't need to fight
>>the Ringwraiths."
[snip]
>>"I'm the only one you can trust."
The big demon's eyes glowed briefly in response to the Adept's
chant before her lids fell. When they reopened, they shone even
brighter, almost seeming to cast their own light. The sword came up,
and she tensed, eyes oddly blank.
> Suddenly, a pair of springy googley-eyed glasses appeared over
>Ringwraith Master's eyes, with a pair of mirrored lenses, the
>mirrored side on the inside, superglued to them, then the whole
>contraption superglued to his face.
>
>>"Destroy him," he finishes, pointing at Captain Marvel.
>
>RWM's composure and shock Raver back to normal, if she was under his
>spell.>
Tink's intervention, along with a sharp mental yank from Mandy's
end of the link, broke Raver's mental fugue.
"*NO ONE CONTROLS ME!*" she roared before lunging on all fours
straight at the Master. Two things worked against him -- one, unlike
the Ringwraiths, he was perfectly solid, and two, he wasn't expecting
his control to be broken. They went over backward, Raver riding his
chest down, while viciously snapping the wrist of the hand with the
Ring.
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Date: Thu, 22 Jul 1999 08:05:57 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE V: Amalgamverse: Final Conflict
On Thu, 22 Jul 1999 07:52:37 -0700 (PDT)
Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00007017
>On Tue, 20 Jul 1999 15:55:33 -0700 (PDT)
>The Lone One Said As CAoL Message # 00007016
>
>>>On Sun, 11 Jul 1999 23:10:01 -0700
>>>Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00007004
>>
>> On Tue, 13 Jul 1999 06:06:59 -0500
>> Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00007006
>>
>> Suddenly, a pair of springy googley-eyed glasses appeared over
>>Ringwraith Master's eyes, with a pair of mirrored lenses, the
>>mirrored side on the inside, superglued to them, then the whole
>>contraption superglued to his face.
>>
>>>"Destroy him," he finishes, pointing at Captain Marvel.
Belatedly realizing that he has lost Raver, the Ringwraith Master
turns to run...
> Tink's intervention, along with a sharp mental yank from Mandy's
>end of the link, broke Raver's mental fugue.
...too late. If he had started running sooner, he might have run into
the lamp post behind him and knocked himself unconscious.
> "*NO ONE CONTROLS ME!*" she roared before lunging on all fours
>straight at the Master. Two things worked against him -- one, unlike
>the Ringwraiths, he was perfectly solid, and two, he wasn't expecting
>his control to be broken. They went over backward, Raver riding his
>chest down, while viciously snapping the wrist of the hand with the
>Ring.
Instead, he gets to feel the pain of a broken wrist, and then lose
consciousness.
No longer controlled, the Ringwraiths gather their fallen comrades,
and one approaches Raver. "We resent being used like pawns as well.
Would you allow us our revenge on that?" it asks, pointing at the
Ringwraith Master.
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Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 13:40:46 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE5: Cheap Shot - Villian Caught
On Mon, 26 Jul 1999 09:02:51 -0500 (CDT)
Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00007018
As the dust settled, Mike clashed swords again with Septos. Zia
was right, this guy was bad. Then again, he hadn't had
three-hundred-odd years to hone his skills.
/What he lacks in skill, he makes up for in enthusiasm,/ Mike
quipped, parrying everything Darth Septos threw at him. He could see
Septos' anger rising and smiled. [Good, make another stupid mistake.]
Tink grinned. "Raver, you seem to have awristed the developing
situation nicely."
She passed the wand back to Zia, thanking Samantha for stopping
in, who vanished quickly, seeing what a mess thinks were turning into.
Tink looked up at her grandfather on the rooftop and threw up a
hand, opening a holographic user interface, running some sort of
script. A target was made on Darth Septos over a 3-d wireframe of the
rooftop, then a vector leading away toward a clear area of the roof.
Another screen popped up and text started scrolling across it. Words
like 'forcefield', 'transporter' and something called 'electric-orbit'
were highlighted in red amid the green text of letters and numbers.
Finally, a clock appeared with a countdown.
30...29...28...27...
Mike blocked the swipe at his side, swept the lightsaber along
with his blade down to the ground then back up the opposite side in a
wide arc that quickly turned into a circle that managed to force
Septos' blade from his hands, flying off at a tangent.
Mike punched Septos in the nose, and kicked him in the stomach.
"In two words, you suck."
Septos snarled, staggered back several feet, and wiped the blood
away from his upper lip. The lightsaber flew into the Sith Lord's
hands and deactivated. "Perhaps I do," he said flatly, idly turning
the saber in his hands.
Mike lowered his blade, as things seemed to be over, thinking
[Who exactly do I turn this guy over to?], when a hot blast smacked
him square in the chest.
/0 -- I've got him!/ Tink vanished in a glittering pink
transporter effect.
Mike lay on his back, thinking how stupid he'd just been as Borg
nanoprobes worked franticly to heal the damage that the disruptor had
caused. Septos stood over him, the pommel of the lightsaber aimed at
his chest, the concealed disruptor inside barely evident now that Mike
knew it was there.
"So much for honor!" Tink called from where she appeared off to
one side of the Sith Lord and threw out her hands. Swarms of
light-emitting particles seemed to flow out from between her fingers,
expanding and forming a maelstrom around the Sith Lord.
Septos moved back, surprized and somewhat blinded by the sudden
light show, then reached out tentatively and let his fingers touch,
then pass through, the strange swirling energy around him, it flowing
around his fingers, though he felt nothing.
"You expect to stop me with some fancy light show, girl?" Septos
sneered as the little particles began to come together into small
light spheres under some strange gravity. He stepped through their
orbit and was surprized by a blast of electricity from behind. He
stumbled and bounced off what seemed to look like the interior of a
soap bubble but in the shape of a cylinder, tumbling back into the
center of the cylinder and back through the other side, bouncing off
the back force wall as several bolts of electricity from the orbitting
light spheres on the opposite side collided with his chest.
Tink grinned and went to help Mike. Kneeling beside him, Pikachu
hopped off her shoulder and sniffed at him as she brought him up to a
sitting position. Mike blinked at Septos, who was raging against his
strange prison and getting zapped from all sides repeatedly for it.
"What is that thing?"
Tink grinned, "Oh, I was staring at a bunch of screen savers one
night and just had the idea."
Mike eyed the canary yellow rodent sniffing him. "And that?"
"That's Pikachu."
Pikachu seemed to look a bit embarrassed for an animal, letting
out a short, shy "Chu."
"Ooookay," Mike drawled. He looked at Tink again, tracing a
finger along the browline of her forehead. "No metal?"
"Grew out of it." the teenaged Time Lady grinned, "No more
questions. Don't ask, don't tell, remember?"
"Right," Mike nodded, "Do I..."
"Need to mention this to your Tink? Not the details, I'll find
out on my own and come here when I'm ready. You don't even know I'm
here... Okay," Tink said, seeing Mike's chest wound had healed up
completely, "Uncle Roland's getting ganged up on, come on, gotta go
even the odds."
"Right." Mike arched an eyebrow, "I don't know you're here?
You're sneaking out?"
Tink grinned and blushed slightly. Pikachu leapt onto Tink's
shoulder as the pink transporter effect shimmered around them. "I'm
not telling. But enough of the sword work, these guys coming up aren't
worth it."
As they reappeared inside the battlefield, a ball of red-orange
energy formed in Tink's hand. Mike eyed it, wondering just how much he
taught her, but didn't ask. Instead he formed one of his own.
Tink smiled dangerously, back to back with Mike, the foot-tall
rodent starting to crackle with electricity from her shoulder. "Who
wants some?" she asked the assembled baddies.
Mike smirked, "What she said."
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Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 16:33:31 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE5: Just don't ask me why...
On Mon, 26 Jul 1999 19:22:51 -0400
"Xander Opal" Said As CAoL Message # 00007019
As the two-headed dragon Transformer finishes tearing out Optimus
Sentinel's mechanical guts, sie hears a loud voice. "Dishonorable
machine, stand and fight against a true Zentradi of clan Jade Falcon!"
comes the bellow from a Zentradi combat pod, mounted with a
Timberwolf's missile-pack 'wings,' and arms, the weapons pods toting
standard, paired large and medium lasers.
"Who the hell're you?" Xander yelps, as sie backpedals from the
machine that tops hir by quite a few meters...
"Freebirth!" the Zentradi clanner snarls, taking aim. "I am Khan
Breetai Kerensky! Now stand and fight, or die like the dog you are."
The laser-barrage is sent off-aim by a fistful of heat-seekers and
heavy autocannon rounds slamming into the side of the Timber-pod. The
source of Xander's assist is something that resembles a fightercraft,
though it also appears to be transformable. Indeed, it does so,
landing beside Xander. It's a humanoid 'mech, its right arm ending in
a powerful-looking autocannon, a missile launcher in its chest.
Overall, it looks like a cross between a Veritech in Battloid mode,
and Yen-Lo-Wang.
"Greetings, opposer of evil," calls out the pilot of the 'mech. "Looks
like you could use some help... I'm Kai Allard Sterling, at your
service."
"I'm Xander," sie replies, snapping off a few rounds at the towering
war machine opposing hir and hir rescuer. "I think I'll need all the
help I can get..."
To Be Continued....
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