Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 4 Chapter 21 Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 08:42:15 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Back in the Saddle (or Cyberarmor) On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 07:45:17 In Message # 00003243 In alt.callahans Post # 00001456 Morgan said: >On Tue, 17 Mar 1998 23:46:51 -0600 In Message # 00003235 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001448 Michael Jon Knight said: > >"I'll be going off shift after this, Mrs. Phoenix, so try and keep >him from overexerting himself. If the lad won' listen, well, you know >what the unsharp end o' those two-handed claymores are for?" Taking >off his glasses and stowing them in an inside pocket, he nods, "Yes, >I can tell ye do." Morgan smiles, and sends an image of Jessica Rabbit, frying pan in hand, explaing that she bonked Roger with it "so he wouldn't get hurt." "Thank you, doctor. I'll try to keep him in line, but you know how these impetuous young immortals can be." She smiles broadly. "But, then again, that's part of what I love about him." =========================== Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 08:42:26 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Perchance to Dream On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 07:52:25 In Message # 00003244 In alt.callahans Post # 00001457 Morgan said: >On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 01:18:49 EST In Message # 00003237 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001450 Dane0R0A said: > >Armagedon vanishes from the base compound, and reappears at the >northern most bomb. He gestures and the bomb is frozen (completely) >in time. Then he casually picks up the fiendish thing, and calmly >pops it into one of his convieniently open mouths, like a piece of >candy. A quick swallow, and he reports. "The northern most bomb has >been disposed of. inform me if there is need for more. They are >tasty." he says. He then returns to his spot, next to the church in >the CAoL base. Picking this up on the link, Morgan and Roland smile. *Style,* Roland comments approvingly. <*That's five. So, I guess it's time for a little breakfast meeting to decide what we do now. The Controller's mucking with us _again_....*> Her mental tone suggests 'recurring nuisance'. <*AFAIK there's still Borg running around London that are as much our responsibility as anyones, and the Grey problem, the reason we stayed here in the first place, still needs to be resolved.*> She sighs. <*Just another average day for the Callahanian Army of Light,*> she smiles. =========================== Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 10:37:23 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Perchance to Dream On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 11:51:06 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00003246 In alt.callahans Post # 00001459 Driscoll said: > On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 07:52:25 In Message # 00003244 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001457 Morgan said: > > <*That's five. So, I guess it's time for a little breakfast meeting > to decide what we do now. The Controller's mucking with us > _again_....*> Her mental tone suggests 'recurring nuisance'. <*AFAIK > there's still Borg running around London that are as much our > responsibility as anyones, and the Grey problem, the reason we > stayed here in the first place, still needs to be resolved.*> She > sighs. > > <*Just another average day for the Callahanian Army of Light,*> she > smiles. Roscoe relays this info to Driss who grins broadly. "Oh yeh I was thinking about that and had the prefect idea." And with a step, he was gone again, heading to the Borg at incredible speed in an almost straight bee-line, seeming to phase directly through anything in his way with each step. Soon he reaches the large group of Borg who were working on the construction of some building it seems. The Borg are still unconcious, or at least not moving, though the Lumox robots moves to scan him as he walks past and a few R2 units are running aroudn in circles. Walking up to one of hte Borg, Driss kneels down next to it. Reaching into his cloak he produces a box with hundreds of differnt kinds of extention cables and adaptors. Fitting a few together, he links his Scouter helmet to a palmtop computer from the box, and the Scouter to the Borg's head via a mishmash of adaptors, splitters and cables. He begins hurriedly typing on the computer and examaining the information scrolling on his eyepiece. Finally satisfied with the information he's set, he sends a command through the collective for the cybernetics to revive the Borg with an adrenaline boost. Pulling his cables loose as the Borg around him begin to stir, Driss takes a step backwards and looks on from two blocks back. The Borg split themselves into two groups, with the Lumox robots and R2s moving aroudn wherever they are summoned bu the Borg. The smaller group begins dis-assembling the structure they were working on, while the larger group begins working on repairing the nearby buildings. Satisfied Driss steps his way back to the Base. "OK they're fine. Most seemed to be outfitted for technical or construction work anyways so I simply programmed them acting as the voice of the collective and inputing some images of another high tech London I was in once. I figured no sense in Nemesis always having to do the dirty work. They'll start repairing any uninhabitable buildings to my specifications and defend those buildings from furthur attack. The smaller groups or what's left ofthem should be moving to join the larger group as well." =========================== Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 11:07:08 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Pausing on the Church Steps On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 12:45:29 -0600 In Message # 00003247 In alt.callahans Post # 00001460 Zia said: >"I am an Amberite, > I walk where I please, > And all Shadows are alike to me. >"To alter a verse I heard some time ago. It was meant for a cat, but >could suit you well, given time." Zia looks thoughtful, and nods slowly. >A voice lingered in the air around her. "Don't cut up Pooh, It looks >better uncarved." Finally, all was quiet again... "Listen to the universe, eh? So here I can stand, between a Taoist-Chesire (although it didn't LOOK Cheshire) cat that is the only one to be unfazed by my Blood, and a singing angel. And the cat speaks of Pooh, to ME. This is getting to be an odd little quest, even for my standards." She pulls back out the Trump of Timbuktu, and colds it down... =========================== Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 12:37:46 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Pausing on the Church Steps On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 14:07:41 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00003248 In alt.callahans Post # 00001461 Driscoll said: On Wed, 18 Mar 1998, Ziactrice Keenan wrote: > "Listen to the universe, eh? So here I can stand, between a > Taoist-Chesire (although it didn't LOOK Cheshire) cat that is the > only one to be unfazed by my Blood, and a singing angel. And the cat > speaks of Pooh, to ME. This is getting to be an odd little quest, > even for my standards." She pulls back out the Trump of Timbuktu, > and colds it down... "Leaving already? Half the fun hasn't even started yet." Driss seems to litterally melt his way out of what shadows there are around. He still wears his sneak suit, but the 7 league boots are back in his cloak along with the scouter. He leans casually against the wall and looks Zia over. "Sorry about before. Didn't mean to come off snitty but I had things on my mind at the time. But I've set them aside for now. You said the time for formal introductions would be later and I was just enquiring when I would have that pleasure." =========================== Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 14:07:07 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Perchance to Dream On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 16:50:59 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00003251 In alt.callahans Post # 00001464 Shadow said: > On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 07:52:25 In Message # 00003244 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001457 Morgan said: > > <*That's five. So, I guess it's time for a little breakfast meeting > to decide what we do now. The Controller's mucking with us > _again_....*> Her mental tone suggests 'recurring nuisance'. <*AFAIK > there's still Borg running around London that are as much our > responsibility as anyones, and the Grey problem, the reason we > stayed here in the first place, still needs to be resolved.*> She > sighs. > > <*Just another average day for the Callahanian Army of Light,*> she > smiles. From Rhiannon, /Roland? That guy we fought before who has fath..John? Well, he's here, somewhere. Uncle isn't, but he is. I thought you might like to kno... What?!!?/ Rhiannon whips around in the church as she feels a presence entering this dimension she hasn't seen in a while. Ingoring everything else she runs out the door. =========================== Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 14:37:54 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE IV: John, Where are you? (somewhat personal IC) On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 17:23:43 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00003252 In alt.callahans Post # 00001465 Shadow said: > On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 14:07:41 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00003248 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001461 Driscoll said: OOC: Anyone who can can feel another dimensional hole open close by the church. > "Leaving already? Half the fun hasn't even started yet." Driss > seems to litterally melt his way out of what shadows there are > around. He still wears his sneak suit, but the 7 league boots are > back in his cloak along with the scouter. He leans casually against > the wall and looks Zia over. "Sorry about before. Didn't mean to > come off snitty but I had things on my mind at the time. But I've > set them aside for now. You said the time for formal introductions > would be later and I was just enquiring when I would have that > pleasure." Rhiannon runs out the church door and nearly bowls over Zia. "Sorry, I didn't know you were there," she calls back as she runs down the road. After clearing all fields and screens she continues another hundred yards, only stopping when a red ship lands in front of her. The door opens and a young woman with long blue hair steps out. Rhiannon throws her arms around her, "Sasi! It's so good to see you." Sasami returns her friends hug, "Ree, I've missed you. You should stop by and see the house sometime." Rhiannon laughs, "Did Mihoshi blow it up again?" She takes a step back and looks closely at her friends face, "Sas, what's wrong?" Sasami's face grows serious, "There's trouble. We need you and John." Rhia's face drains of color, "Which one?" "Kagato." Rhiannon lets loose a string of curses, "Why does everything have to go wrong all at once. Sas, he's MIA, we're looking for him now. Can you hold out? Uncle should have never taught him magic." Sasami frowns, "He didn't know... we can hold out for a while, but I'm not sure we can beat him." Sasami hugs her friend again, "I've got to get back. Hurry Ree, It's bad." Sasami walks back into the ship and it takes off again, disappearing through the dimensions about a mile up. OOC: And NO, I will not be taking us to the Tenchi universe. =========================== Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 18:27:45 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Back in the Saddle (or Cyberarmor) On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 19:08:16 -0600 In Message # 00003253 In alt.callahans Post # 00001466 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Tue, 17 Mar 98 20:05:17 -0800 In Message # 00003233 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001446 Roland X said: > > "Knytt raises some valid points. Problem is, I don't believe it >for a second. Sounds just like the kind of nass that the Controller >would try to pull. If the 'warning' had been about Isla, or that >bastich Darath, I might be willing to bite. Which reminds me...we've >got to do something about that murderer in his stolen body. > "But not now." The twins look at each other, speaking off the link. "Iron Man may be safe yet." "If the only two who suspect him want to guard him-" "-Then things get a whole lot easier." "Best to warn Dad and maybe Zia not to push the point." "'Iron Man' claims to have been chasing the Controller anyway-" "-So getting him in on the planning sessions-" "-Should be a cinch." > >>/Father is NOT with Iron Man. The Doctor showed up and they left. >>The Doctor was suggesting that there were a couple new enemies to >>add to the ever-growing list. So, he went to learn more, stating he >>would be RIGHT back, presumably returning very soon now. We will >>look for Iron Man. If he isn't the Controller, he might need some >>help with that bomb./ > > "This we need. I'll get back to you as soon as I'm done with bomb >#1." /Understood./ =========================== Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 21:11:08 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Perchance to Dream On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 21:02:14 In Message # 00003254 In alt.callahans Post # 00001467 Morgan said: >On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 16:50:59 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00003251 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001464 Shadow said: > >> On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 07:52:25 In Message # 00003244 >> In alt.callahans Post # 00001457 Morgan said: >> <*Just another average day for the Callahanian Army of Light,*> she >>smiles. > >From Rhiannon, /Roland? That guy we fought before who has fath..John? Roland, on his way out the door, freezes. *JADIS! That indescribable sprocking-* >Well, he's here, somewhere. Uncle isn't, but he is. I thought you >might like to kno... What?!!?/ > >Rhiannon whips around in the church as she feels a presence entering >this dimension she hasn't seen in a while. Ingoring everything else >she runs out the door. *"RHIANNON!"* Roland rockets (literally) into the church-far too late. He then lets off a string of curses that would peel the paint off any 30th century building. (That's not likely to do anything to the church, though. ) *This is great. This is just sprocking GREAT! Jadis, on top of everything else! Fuzzy, Nemo, unless I'm mistaken you two are our top magi, in terms of raw power. I want you to start messing with extradimensional magicks. I know a few things about magickal theory-I was trained to fight it-and if I'm not mistaken, if you create warps in the magickal flows between realities it'll make life miserable for him when he tries to call on his powers, or when he tries to travel. If he's colocating, it'll _really_ ruin his day.* Roland scowls furiously. *Xzerrion, Tezrantha, Morgan my love, what I want _you_ three to do is make 'ghost' images of ley lines. If you can pull it off, he should come up blank when he tries to draw on one. If not, just keep an 'eye' out. *As for the _rest_ of us, I am _sick_ of sitting here waiting to get pounded on by our enemies. And remember, the Greys haven't even _started_ on us yet.* <*Joy,*> Morgan comments with quiet sarcasm. Elsewhere... (Stranger _did_ give us permission to throw in our own Grey menaces...) Nine bipedal...things...sniffed the air and looked around. If you crossed a polar bear with a porcupine and gave it humanoid hands, you'd be getting close. Their mostly human tender watched them idly, sitting back in his floating disc. "Bloody boring work. Nothing rebellious out here but a few stubborn bacteria. All hail our 'omnipotent Masters.'" "Your sarcasm is noted," an even voice said dryly. The tender jumped a foot into the air, and the skimmer 'thumped' to the ground. "S-sir! Agent Pembroke, sir-nothing out here but a few of our own-" Pembroke began, turning. "Silence, Pembroke," the voice said, again in a maddeningly even tone. Once Pembroke had his footing and finished turning, he was still frustrated-only a hooded figure regarded him. But still he flinched. That hood and bodysuit was the mark of the Reborn, those rebels whose skills made them useful enough to destroy their personalities. This one had three red stripes-the number of successful missions he had run against the 'benevolent Masters' before being caught, and for all intents and purposes, killed. "You may not be incompetent, but you are lazy, or at best ignorant. Out there is a church, one used by the rebellion. They have found allies." Pembroke sighed with relief. "Is _that_ all? Just point me at 'em and my Bonebears'll rip 'em to shreds. Those spines are bulletproof, y'know. Harder'n steel." "Much like your head, apparently." The eyes, all that could be seen within the hood, blinked once, owlishly. "The Masters have deemed these allies-aliens themselves-a genuine threat to the Great Transformation. These invaders must _not_ be allowed to interfere, lest we never be Uplifted by the Masters." He removed the hood at last, and again Pembroke recoiled-this time in terror. "You-you're-" "I am." Roland Phoenix looked calmly at the terrified underling. Except for the blue lines marking the temples, he was identical to his counterpart. "My enhancements will allow me to meet the invaders on their level. You WILL obey my instructions. We will test their defenses, harry their scouts, and eventually, we will destroy them...utterly." (OOC: Ain't I a stinker? ) =========================== Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 21:15:53 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: John, Where are you? (somewhat personal IC) On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 00:10:10 EST In Message # 00003255 In alt.callahans Post # 00001468 Dane0R0A said: << Shadow said: >> As a red ship pops out of a dimensional hole (OOC: no mention of the ship appearing was mentioned, so I needed to add it) the weapons systems of the base slew around, and target the object. Identifying it as NOT a grey ship Armagedon aborts the auto-fire, just before the weapons fire (OOC: don't want to fry possible friends). << Rhiannon runs out the church door and nearly bowls over Zia. "Sorry, I didn't know you were there," she calls back as she runs down the road. After clearing all fields and screens she continues another hundred yards, only stopping when a red ship lands in front of her. The door opens and a young woman with long blue hair steps out. Rhiannon throws her arms around her, "Sasi! It's so good to see you." Sasami returns her friends hug, "Ree, I've missed you. You should stop by and see the house sometime." Rhiannon laughs, "Did Mihoshi blow it up again?" She takes a step back and looks closely at her friends face, "Sas, what's wrong?" Sasami's face grows serious, "There's trouble. We need you and John." Rhia's face drains of color, "Which one?" "Kagato." Rhiannon lets loose a string of curses, "Why does everything have to go wrong all at once. Sas, he's MIA, we're looking for him now. Can you hold out? Uncle should have never taught him magic." Sasami frowns, "He didn't know... we can hold out for a while, but I'm not sure we can beat him." Sasami hugs her friend again, "I've got to get back. Hurry Ree, It's bad." Sasami walks back into the ship and it takes off again, disappearing through the dimensions about a mile up. OOC: And NO, I will not be taking us to the Tenchi universe. >> Observing this exchange, Armagedon adds the red ship's type to the list of designated friendly objects (eg: not to targeted). =========================== Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 21:39:16 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE IV: Steps to Timbuktu On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 23:18:50 -0600 In Message # 00003256 In alt.callahans Post # 00001469 Zia said: > "Leaving already? Half the fun hasn't even started yet." Driss seems >to litterally melt his way out of what shadows there are around. He >still wears his sneak suit, but the 7 league boots are back in his >cloak along with the scouter. He leans casually against the wall and >looks Zia over. "Sorry about before. Didn't mean to come off snitty >but I had things on my mind at the time. But I've set them aside for >now. You said the time for formal introductions would be later and I >was just enquiring when I would have that pleasure." Zia nods, carefully maintaining the Trump, "Not leaving yet - just transporting to a different local axis. Come along with me, or meet me. Timbuktu, the central marketplace. I quite understood; I'm under pressure of my thoughts at times, also. I project most probable is four days, three hours and 18 minutes local your time reference relational." She grimaces suddenly, and break off the monotonish recital of time, "It will probably take that long to find a tea house that hasn't been destroyed here, or elsewhere, for the ceremony." She offers him her hand, as the eerily beautiful angel's song behind her in the church seems to wax a bit louder. If he takes it, they both step through her Trumps bright colored light display into the ruined marketplace of the third world city. Zia puts her Trumps away, and levitates, assuming a lotus position. <> "I am scheduled to do a bit of work. I shouldn't be more than a few hours at most but I won't be able to talk or telepath while I'm busy." She suddenly looks thoughtful, "Oh, yes, and you might wish to step outside the protections I'll raise - I don't think they'd agree with your basic nature. Say, if you wouldn't mind suggesting the detonation of the rest of those bombs at the cardinal points of a pentagram based with a leg from here to London, it might help a bit. The point is southward; true magnetic south in Antarctica." =========================== Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 21:41:24 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE IV: Dreams Begetting Nightmares & Fivesighted Fears On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 23:38:05 -0600 In Message # 00003257 In alt.callahans Post # 00001470 Zia said: > *"RHIANNON!"* Roland rockets (literally) into the church-far too >late. He then lets off a string of curses that would peel the paint >off any 30th century building. The angel with red wings in the rafters flinches as if in pain as the curses reel off, and winds up hidden in her wings like some overly large cold bird. The wings muffle her intonations of the song of various kinds of love, although she never falters on the actual singing. The glow that had been limning the walls and edges of the cathedral's ruin dims noticeably. ----Elsewhere---- > "I am." Roland Phoenix looked calmly at the terrified underling. >Except for the blue lines marking the temples, he was identical to >his counterpart. "My enhancements will allow me to meet the invaders >on their level. You WILL obey my instructions. We will test their >defenses, harry their scouts, and eventually, we will destroy >them...utterly." Morgan, sitting near his stream in Mongolia, shivers and Trumps Zia to tie her back in to the loop between these five via Trumps by various members. @I'm getting that 'dire hunch' feeling again -@ James: @Yes - my fivesight is burning in my mind.@ Sheila to Zia: @Are you ready yet Zia? I get the feeling our time of greatest distraction is nigh upon us. I'd hate to miss our shot.@ =========================== Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 22:09:27 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Steps to Timbuktu On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 23:44:50 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00003258 In alt.callahans Post # 00001471 Driscoll said: > On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 23:18:50 -0600 In Message # 00003256 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001469 Zia said: > > Zia nods, carefully maintaining the Trump, "Not leaving yet - just > transporting to a different local axis. Come along with me, or meet > me. Timbuktu, the central marketplace. I quite understood; I'm under > pressure of my thoughts at times, also. I project most probable is > four days, three hours and 18 minutes local your time reference > relational." She grimaces suddenly, and break off the monotonish > recital of time, "It will probably take that long to find a tea > house that hasn't been destroyed here, or elsewhere, for the > ceremony." She offers him her hand, as the eerily beautiful angel's > song behind her in the church seems to wax a bit louder. Driss takes her hand but doesn't seem to notice the angel at all. (Taking an Idea from one of the few B5 episodes I've seen and pretty much the only oen I rememerb anything about). > "I am scheduled to do a bit of work. I shouldn't be more than a few > hours at most but I won't be able to talk or telepath while I'm > busy." She suddenly looks thoughtful, "Oh, yes, and you might wish > to step outside the protections I'll raise - I don't think they'd > agree with your basic nature. Say, if you wouldn't mind suggesting > the detonation of the rest of those bombs at the cardinal points of > a pentagram based with a leg from here to London, it might help a > bit. The point is southward; true magnetic south in Antarctica." "That's Ok, I'm not telepathic anyways. Roscoe takes care of that for me usually. Oh I could probably make myself telepathic, but where would the fun in life be if I just made myself into whatever I needed? Besides, It would require Chaos energy and I really on't feel like dealing with him right now. It's bad enough just being able to feel him always around us. But I have to wonder what you might be cooking up that would dislike a Human turned God turned cursed wanderer. No on the other hand maybe I don't." He gives a wink and moves a bit furthur away reluctantly as Zia gives her suggestion about the bombs. "Well two problems. First off I don't know if my radio equipment or subspace equipment can cut through all the white noise I've been picking up and as I mentioned I'm not telepathic so I don't knwo how I'd get a hold of anyone to suggest it. And secondly, two bombs have already been detonated anyways. Mine's back at the church, and I don't know what happened to the other two." He keeps moving until Zia assures him he's far enough not to interfere with her, he begins withdrawing from his cloak several small pouches and a bowl. Removing leaves from the pouches he proceeds to sort them, inspecting each leaf then crumbling it up in his hands and adding it to the bowl. Once he seems satisfied with the mixture he replaces the bags in his cloak and draws out a hotplate with tea kettle and a silver service. The crumbled leaves he places in a small silver ball and places in the tea pot and adds the water as it boils. "Your mention of tea reminded me I haven't made this in a while. you're welcome to a cup if you care to. I can garuntee it's a unique blend. it uses leaves from 7 different dimentions." =========================== Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 22:39:06 -0800 (PST) Subject: Aae: transportation problems. On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 00:02:39 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00003259 In alt.callahans Post # 00001472 Driscoll said: Forgotten in the confusion of the matter/antimatter bombs and Knytt's departure, the little girl runs through the streets of London until she reaches her destination. As she approaches Tower bridge again the X-window re-appears, or tries to. Attempting to cut through the interfereance the window crackles and pops and grows and shrinks. The girl looks at it questionably, but planted fears of wht might happen to her if she remains pushes her to push on through the X-window. "Sir." Spoke the Borg as he approached The Controller, "The minor human child has re-turned but is unfortunately unsalvagable." "Un...SALVAVABLE? Explain what you mean." He replied as he turned from the console to face the Borg. "We have tracked down the problem to interference with the first window in the series. It appears there are jamming attempts going on and the projector could not fully cut through it. The girl was then disassembled in the tansit process." "Retunr to your post and have what's left of the girl added to the organic supplies." Replied The Controller as he moved back to his work. As the borg left he sorted out his thoughts. The interferance had been working at his viewing appuratus as well. He had lost his contact with the Army of Light and with the Borg on the planet's surface. even the Spidroid on Rhiannon's boot seemed to be cut off. But by scanning the area indirectly it was obvious his plan had worked to some degree. Residual information showed that 2 of the bombs had blown up, though one seemed to have been dampened or altered in some way. Also the Army of Light had to be getting very suspicous about Ironman by now. it was time for the final act in the plot to push them to destroying him and with him, their own self righteousness as he pointed out their act later. Re-tuning his equipment he locked it onto Dr. Thorne. Keying the mike, he transmitted his voice directly between the dimentions. "Thorne. I want you here now for your final part in our agreement." =========================== Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 23:37:40 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE4: Meanwhile, back at the ranch...er, Place. On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 01:10:42 -0600 In Message # 00003260 In alt.callahans Post # 00001473 Michael Jon Knight said: Mike was polishing the bartop when Knytt, the Doctor, the Brigadier, and Seargent Benton entered the bar from where the TARDIS was parked in the parking lot. "Hi Mike," Knytt said, "I think you know the Doc, meet Brigadier Alistar Lethbridge-Stewart and Sergeant Benton." "Nice to meet you both. You here on business or pleasure?" "I'm not sure," the Brig. said, looking around the bar. "Business," Knytt said, "The Doc thinks we are in need of an army." "Knytt, you know our army already." Knytt grined, "Indeed I do, let's just call this a request for any reinforcements available. Doc suspects the future is looking grim, so we're planning ahead." "Doctor," Knytt says, turning on his heel, "I need to get back. But, here's the best army I could ask for. Recruit away." Knytt looks over his shoulder to the bar-at-large. "Volunteers only, naturally, folks. Just as the Ghods intended." Mike looks thoughtful for a moment. "Hey, Knytt? Any way we can reach you guys if somebody changes their mind?" "Uhm, sure," Knytt replies, rummaging in a coat pocket. Knytt tossed Mike a small black and gold cube. "Mike, if you plug that into the X-windows generator, you can open an X-window to the area where my twin daughters are...er, you haven't met them yet. Oh, and I will need their help for this. Just a sec." Knytt sent a quick ^Come to Callahans^ message to the twins, and they arrived instantly. "You rang, Dad?" the twin AIs said in stereo. "Hi girls, set that cube that Mike is holding to give a general location of where the CAoL is whenever they are on duty." Two pairs of grey eyes glanced at the cube, blinked, then looked back at Knytt. "Done." "Cool, thanks," Knytt said, "Okay, Mike, anyone who wants to join up after the Doc leaves can now have you open an X-window to us." The twins chime in: "Sure, we'll update it at each planet we land on." "We know an X-window from the Place easy-" "-those X-windows Mike makes are the slickest ones-" "-we've seen anyone do. Very stable." "And the cube will page us-" "-when someone is coming through and where-" "-and we'll keep our eyes peeled for them." Knytt pins a small sheet of paper to the bulletin board. WANTED: Volunteers to join the Callahanian Army of Light. Inquire at the bar for details. "Mike, we'll work up something more detailed later," Knytt said, "I know its a bit of a nuisance..." "No problem, don't mind a bit." "Great, thanks again." Knytt says, "Girls we better get going." The twins took Knytt's hands and the threesome disappeared. Mike turned to the Doctor, Brigadier, and Seargent Benton. "So, what's up, Doc?" the barman asked. =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 00:30:45 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Steps to Timbuktu On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 00:17:43 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00003261 In alt.callahans Post # 00001474 fuzzy said: > On Tue, 17 Mar 1998 11:52:07 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00003220 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001433 Driscoll said: > > Arriving a second after Fuzzy sends out his question on the Link, > Driss gets it relayed to him and produces the bomb. "Tell him it's > right here when he wants to play with it." then > On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 23:18:50 -0600 In Message # 00003256 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001469 Zia said: To Driscoll > If he takes it, they both step through her Trumps bright colored > light display into the ruined marketplace of the third world city. > Zia puts her Trumps away, and levitates, assuming a lotus position. Fuzzy returns to the Church just in time to see the after image of the Trump effect fade... "Ohh Well, I will get a chance to talk with her later..." \Since nobody sent any preference about this I think I will just boost the one I've already made, this is marginally safer than makeing a new Charge Gem.\ Fuzzy approches the Bomb Driscoll left for him. and casts a spell that isolates the Bomb for saftey... Then Fuzzy gets the Charge Gem out of his pocket and touches the spell with it... Last chance to interupt, if anyone wants to... Casting one more spell the contents of the isolation spell start vibrating in phase with the Resonance of the Charge Gem energy linkages, (Wave length of 2 Planc, for this universe) Every thing within the isolation spell's volume, right down to, but not including, the Virtual Quantum Event Point fabric of space time disolves into pure energy and is absorbed by the Charge Gem, which Brightens slightly... =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 00:30:55 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Perchance to Dream On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 00:26:10 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00003262 In alt.callahans Post # 00001475 fuzzy said: > On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 21:02:14 In Message # 00003254 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001467 Morgan said: > > Fuzzy, Nemo, unless I'm mistaken you two are our top magi, in > terms of raw power. I want you to start messing with > extradimensional magicks. I know a few things about magickal > theory-I was trained to fight it-and if I'm not mistaken, if you > create warps in the magickal flows between realities it'll make > life miserable for him when he tries to call on his powers, or when > he tries to travel. If he's colocating, it'll _really_ ruin his > day.* \In my case it is not so much raw power, As the fact that I can control magical dynamicaly in real time, without the limitations that most spellcasters have to live with.\ \You realize that I will not be able to do that, and prepair the Planetary Wards Major Matrix set at the same time?\ =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 04:04:31 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE4: Silver Surfers (LONG!) On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 05:44:33 -0600 In Message # 00003263 In alt.callahans Post # 00001476 Michael Jon Knight said: {Hey, what nutjob wants to jam X-windows?} {Sprocking nass! We'll lose our mental link!} {No fair! We don't wanna be lobotomized!} {'Sprocking nass?' You two have been hanging around your Uncle Roland a tad too long. And he's the one discussing jamming X-windows.} {DAD! This is SERIOUS!} The twins were standing in a very high geostationary orbit above London. Wearing what looked like black and yellow wetsuits with feet, they stood on twin silver surfboards that hung motionless in space. Twin black straps wrapped around the wrist of each AI and connected to the front of each board. Knytt, in an old spacesuit since he needed to breathe, was holding onto one twin around the waist. {Don't panic, girls, we aren't whipped yet.} Knytt said over their private short-range scrambled radio frequency. The threesome's radios only could broadcast ten-feet around them, but since they were all standing nearly side-by-side, it didn't matter. "Rule one of not having your communications being picked up," Knytt had said, "is not to broadcast. Rule two is not to broadcast further than you need." {Okay, lemme think...} Knytt said, {If we open up one X-window frequency, we may as well open them all. Somebody would find it and use it. Data communication over radio frequencies is similarly out. You two would swamp the Lens Link...} Grep sat down cross-legged on her surfboard and ran her hands through her short platinum-blonde hair, a gesture reminiscient of Knytt. {It's too good an idea to pass up. This sucks.} Melissa sat down, too, her long hair in a pony-tail. Now that they were stationary, Knytt didn't need to hang on, so he stood looking across at the earth in front of him. {Oh yeah, we nearly forgot, Dad,} Melissa said, {We neglected to give the part of your message about an ultimatum to Uncle Roland.} {What? That was IMPORTANT, you two! Why didn't you?} {Well, we didn't want to make a threat when we didn't have to. We didn't want you to hurt yourself or your case by going off half-cocked.} {I was not going off half-cocked. I was trying to convey how serious I was about Iron Man's safety.} {Well, he's safe anyway. Uncle Roland doesn't believe that Iron Man is the Controller. So Iron Man should be safe if everyone thinks it is a trick.} {Well, Uncle Roland isn't the only one we have to convince, but you're right, it wasn't right of me to threaten like that. I was trying to make a logical argument stick by forcing an emotional response if they didn't see it my way.} {Zia clued us in why threats aren't effective.} This from Grep. {Well, she's right.} Knytt said. {What do you think of her, dad?} Melissa asked. {Well, she's smart. And knows it. And can take a bit too much pride in it. But, so far, I would say she is nice if you can get past that. Pyewackett likes her. But that cat likes everyone that scratches him right.} {We like her. She wants to take us shopping. Can we go?} {I'm thinking you two are getting old enough to choose your own friends. As long as you are careful, I don't see why you shouldn't go. Your mom and I can only teach you so much about the world. Experiences around other people and cultures besides ours are good for you.} The girls looked pleased and watched the stars from their perches above the purple planet Earth. {Back to our problem of keeping you two linked when X-windows are jammed. What you two need,} Knytt said finally, {is a Lens Link of your own for emergencies like this. But we found out early on, the mini-lenses just can't cope with the volume of information you two need to handle. A True Lens might be able to cope, though. I've heard of where they come from, but I don't know how to get there. And, I don't know if artificial intelligences can apply for one. Or even if they would work for you.} Melissa looked up at her dad, then her eyes were drawn to the left wrist joint of his space suit. Knytt had had the suit altered for a clear window in the cuff so he could read a watch easily. There was a bright glow coming from around his hand. {C'mere, sis, we need to make an atmosphere around us. Dad, what is that light coming from your glove?} As the twins' boards attached seamlessly together, the three stared at the light. When a forcefield atmosphere appeared around them, Melissa took off the glove. Inside the glove was the handkerchief with writing on it (Actually a page from the strange book his parents had given him, the rest of which he had altered into linings for his pockets or used to make the vest he was wearing.) that Knytt had been using to do all his 'tricks' as he called them. The girls were more poetic and called it 'dreaming' since it looked like he could dream up whatever he wanted. On the back of Knytt's left hand was what looked almost like a Lens. It was a sort of glowing lime-gelatin green ellipse. Not quite like any of the Lenses any of them had seen before, but it looked related. The girls helped him off with the right glove and Knytt reached out to touch this new object. Other than a tingling as his finger passed through it, it felt like there was nothing there. "Well, that explains why I am still on the Psi-web after my Ring-Link vanished." "Whatever that book of yours is doing, Dad, it sure is working for you. Think you can dream up a couple more for us? You might be able to dream up something compatable with us." "I'll try." Knytt said with a shrug. Trying to remember how Dhyrclhanc did it, Knytt concentrates on forging a Lens Link between the twins. The Lens flares and strands of energy tendrals reach out to the AIs. The girls watch as glowing rainbow ellipses form on the back of their hands. Knytt slumps as he finishes, fortunately the girls catch him immediately. They take off his helmet as they sit him down on the merged surf boards. "Dad? You okay?" they say in stereo. Knytt shakes his head and wipes sweat off his brow. "Yeah, but I'm not doing THAT again. I feel like I just did 15 rounds as Mike Tyson's heavy bag. Did it work?" "We think so," the twins said, holding up their rainbow-lenses. "Well, try them out," Knytt said wearily, "Didn't go through all that just to make you two a new pretty." "Ok," they said, each giving him a peck on the opposite cheek, "We'll shut down our personal links to our mind and try them out." ((Can you hear me, sis?)) ((Loud and clear. Let's try data transmission.)) ((Roger.)) After a few seconds of successful tests, the girls turned to Knytt as they relinked to their personal pocket dimension where the rest of their planet-sized brain was housed. "Dad, your lens is gone!" "Huh?" Knytt said, looking at his hand. The lens wasn't there, but as he was looking, it faded into being, glowing green. "Oh, I noticed it with yours too. They only are visible when you are looking at them. Normally, they don't show up. Yours faded out as soon as you dropped your hands. They still work okay, don't they?" /Sure do,/ the blonde AIs said in Knytt's mind, /Not like our normal link, but they work for when we are otherwise cut off. And we have the CAoL link plus our private one plus the data one just for us two./ /Good,/ Knytt sent as the twins helped him up and back into his suit, /That's what I was going for. So we can go to Earth now?/ The boards separated and the atmosphere bubble dropped. Knytt held onto Melissa. Special flight shields came online about then. The girls could handle no shields, they were after all not even in space suits or breathing apparatus. Knytt on the other hand, would burn up like popcorn left in the microwave too long. /But we won't be able to change forms, make weapons, open gates. or anything! We'd be lucky to make a bobby pin for our hair!/ the twins sent in stereo. /Yes, but you can pick locks with a bobby pin. And, now I am glad I let you talk me into going and bringing along the _Silver Star_ since your mom wasn't using it. Though why you wanted it to emulate surf boards is beyond me. It can get us space bound above the jamming. Remember in _The Number of the Beast_ how the _Gay Deceiver_ crew used to use Gay Bounce to appear in the stratosphere, let gravity drop them and glide over an area to scout?/ The twins nodded, /Oh Yeah! We use the boards to get above the jamming, gate, then swoop down like the Silver Surfer! Cool! Great idea, Daddy-o!/ /Ok, you two techno-brats,/ Knytt sent, /I can handle Father. Dad is fine. Daddy even. But don't call me Daddy-o./ /Roger, Moon-doggie. 'Technp-brats', that's cool./ /Just drive,/ Knytt sent with a mental sigh, /No respect for your creator, whatsoever. No, wait! I know you two too well. I am going to teleport down to the church. Send the suit back home, then you two can make your usual grand entrance. Considering what we're riding I will probably regret not having taken some dramamine before I left./ Knytt teleported from inside the suit with a blink, reappearing at the church like he had never left. Melissa shut off the empty suit and sent it back to Knytt's lab in the B5 dimension. Giggling, the twins flipped the boards so they were parallel with the ground beneath them as they begin dropping into the purple, altered, atmosphere of Earth. As they became visible in the sky above the church, Knytt watched the pair. "A spin, two barrel rolls, a loop, three somersaults, a backflip, another spin, zigzagging around each other, a couple more loops, linking hands and spinning on their sides around each other. And all to the tune of 'Impressed' by Natalie Imbruglia playing at over 120 decibals...yeah, definitely glad I skipped the drop." Over the Link, the twins squealed /Wheeee! Dad, don't you wish you stayed with us?/ /Not even for a second,/ Knytt replied, chuckling. The twins slowed and glided in for a landing, hovering to a stop in front of the church (thankfully, the song was over before then). They each knealed on their boards, arms thrown wide, and said, "Ssssssssstttyyyyyyyyyylllleeee!" The twins hopped off their boards, which flipped up sideways and hopped under their arms obediantly. Then all three noticed the singing. Peering into the church, they looked at the angel. "Whew," they all said at once, "Not a Vorlon." They all smiled, waved simultaniously, and went back outside to find the others. =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 04:36:58 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE: Legion's Travels (take 2) On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 07:04:36 -0500 In Message # 00003264 In alt.callahans Post # 00001477 Caprice said: [OOC: Retconning my previous post of Legion's travels] Legion and the boy had stopped for a cold camp, swallowing down a few mouthfuls of dried meat and fruit for a meal. Legion left her horse untied and unhobbled, but the boy didn't seem to know enough about horses to think this unusual. Mischief climbed 'out off' one of the saddlebags, curling up to sleep with her 'mother'. As Legion drifted off to sleep, she commented along the link /I am(we are) going to catch a few hours sleep... If anyone needs me I'll(we'll) wake. Otherwise, I'll(we'll) just get an update when we wake./ It was just before false dawn when the attack came. The creature looked like a cross between a boar and a wildcat... but with the size of a bear. A warning whicker from her horse had Legion awake and rolling to her feet, shotgun in hand. She didn't even have time to take a proper stance before the creature charged out of the woods, straight for her. She fired both barrels of the shotgun at once, and saw them tear into the face and torso of the creature, all but shearing it's muzzle away. Then it was on top of her with claws and tusk. Despite her determination, an echoing cry of pain escaped over the link. Johnothon awoke at the hot, and scrambled to his feet. Desperately he searched through the packs for another weapon. Before he could find one, the horse had run. Not away from the fight, but towards it, iron-shod hooves coming down on the attackers head. [to be continued...] [OOC: Stopping here to allow comments on the link, people jumping in, or even locals turning up as we aren't far from the Rebel base in the mountains. If no one wants to jump in, or someone wants to discuss it first, just ask in the green room] =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 06:06:49 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE4: A Place for everything On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 07:39:54 +0000 In Message # 00003265 In alt.callahans Post # 00001478 The Doctor said: At 11:37 PM 3/18/1998 -0800, you wrote: >"So, what's up, Doc?" the barman asked. "Aside from bein the second time I've heard that pun in the past two days, you mean?" Mike puffed at that miserable stogie and regarded the Time Lord. "You always were one to try and put the best possible face on the worst possible news, Doctor. At a guess, I'd say it's bad - real bad." The Doctor nodded. "Indeed it is. Shall we say, for a start, The Black Guardian?" Conversation all around the room chopped off in mid sentence. "The Valeyard? The TimeWyrm? Ryzcheziest?" "Blimey," chuckled Sergeant Benton. "Sounds like he ought to be spread on crisps." The Brigadier silence him with a look. "At any rate, Mike, that's the situation. Any suggestions?" =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 10:24:17 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE4: Silver Surfers (LONG!) On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 11:51:57 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00003266 In alt.callahans Post # 00001479 Driscoll said: > On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 05:44:33 -0600 In Message # 00003263 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001476 Michael Jon Knight said: > > The girls looked pleased and watched the stars from their perches > above the purple planet Earth. > > Lets see since all of you left? The Borg are active again and doing something to a bunch of buildings and Iron Man is flying around seemingly sight seeing at this point and time. =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 11:25:05 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE IV: Bright Things On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 09:37:30 In Message # 00003267 In alt.callahans Post # 00001480 Morgan said: >On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 23:38:05 -0600 In Message # 00003257 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001470 Zia said: > >The angel with red wings in the rafters flinches as if in pain as the >curses reel off, and winds up hidden in her wings like some overly >large cold bird. The wings muffle her intonations of the song of >various kinds of love, although she never falters on the actual >singing. The glow that had been limning the walls and edges of the >cathedral's ruin dims noticeably. Morgan notices the change, and from the look she shoots Roland it's obvious that there's at least a mild admonition going over their private link. Roland blushes (tm). "Sorry," he says, chagrined. Morgan adds, "Apologies, Bright One. He gets emotional when those he cares for appear to be endangered. Please," she smiles, "Don't stop." >On Wed, 18 Mar 1998 23:44:50 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00003258 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001471 Driscoll said: > > Driss takes her hand but doesn't seem to notice the angel at all. >(Taking an Idea from one of the few B5 episodes I've seen and pretty >much the only oen I rememerb anything about). >On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 00:17:43 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00003261 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001474 fuzzy said: > >\Since nobody sent any preference about this I think I will just >boost the one I've already made, this is marginally safer than >makeing a new Charge Gem.\ >Every thing within the isolation spell's volume, right down to, but >not including, the Virtual Quantum Event Point fabric of space time >disolves into pure energy and is absorbed by the Charge Gem, which >Brightens slightly... Morgan watches quietly until Fuzzy finishes. "Fuzzy, I hate to admit it, but with everything that's been going on, I don't remember what you were making those for. Would you mind terribly refreshing my memory?" =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 12:11:40 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Bright Things On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 11:54:25 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00003268 In alt.callahans Post # 00001481 fuzzy said: > On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 09:37:30 In Message # 00003267 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001480 Morgan said: > > Morgan watches quietly until Fuzzy finishes. > > "Fuzzy, I hate to admit it, but with everything that's been going > on, I don't remember what you were making those for. Would you mind > terribly refreshing my memory?" "I originally wanted to make the Azeronium Devices Interdimensional power taps power a Reinforcement of the fabric of space time since my analysis of the power taps showed, that were increasing their draw, apparently to offset our attempts to resist the conversion of this planet and maintain a clear zone, My analysis also showed that if the draw becomes too intense the Fabric of space time will rupture locally, the explosion will destroying the planet as a minimum... Using a combination of magic and a standing wave in the Quantum fabic of space time 'Thanks to Nemo's power tap' I was able to set up a field that makes it harder to tranfer energy into this universe near the Devices, thus restricting or resisting the flow of thru those tap conduits... However, I was unable to match the variations the Greys power taps started to prevent my use their own taps to power the effect, When we found out about the Bombs I was still trying to find another power source that would do the job. Since the Bomb was going to release enough energy to, if properly contained, allow for crystalization, I realized that I could cause the crystal to be in phase with the Tap Dampeners, I setup to do exactly that, It is far less powerful than what I had hoped to do, and it is not self amplifying to match the inceases in the draw by the Greys Devices but it does slow the danger down." =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 16:40:49 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE: Legion's Travels (take 2) On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 19:24:10 -0600 In Message # 00003269 In alt.callahans Post # 00001482 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 07:04:36 -0500 In Message # 00003264 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001477 Caprice said: > > It was just before false dawn when the attack came. The creature >looked like a cross between a boar and a wildcat... but with the size >of a bear. A warning whicker from her horse had Legion awake and >rolling to her feet, shotgun in hand. She didn't even have time to >take a proper stance before the creature charged out of the woods, >straight for her. She fired both barrels of the shotgun at once, and >saw them tear into the face and torso of the creature, all but >shearing it's muzzle away. Then it was on top of her with claws and >tusk. Despite her determination, an echoing cry of pain escaped over >the link. Without a word, the twins drop their boards and shoot heavenward, heading west. > Johnothon awoke at the hot, and scrambled to his feet. >Desperately he searched through the packs for another weapon. Before >he could find one, the horse had run. Not away from the fight, but >towards it, iron-shod hooves coming down on the attackers head. Crossing the Atlantic at a speed best measured at percentages of Light, the twins looked to any who might notice them as a streak of red. The horizon for the twins looked like a fish-eye with a blue tint at the edges as they headed for Legion's last location. Inertial dampers kicking in a few miles away, Grep slowed first, halting her sister next to her.. ((Hold it.)) ((What about Legion?)) ((She didn't cry for help.)) ((But she needs it!)) ((Yeah, but why won't she call us?)) A picosecond pause. ((Blown cover?)) ((Bingo. I got a better idea. Pocket Gate.)) ((A Clinton Scandal?)) ((No! Pocket GateWAY!)) Grep opened a small, hand-sized gateway in front of her. /Legion.FrontLeftHipPocket.GonnaPassASwitch-blade.CutThroughAnything./ When Legion reaches into her pocket, her hand appears from the Gateway in front of Grep. Legion'll be handed a switch-blade style Vibro-blade that can cut through anything up to and including Sherman tank armour. When the fight is over, the twins will send the following: /Legion, slip the switch-blade into that same pocket. We'll pass you a normal blade. It'll be a good enough knife for the job, but shouldn't look suspicious. -If- the kid can tell the difference, they'll think he was imagining things, 'cause you'll only have the normal one./ =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 17:37:26 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Steps to Timbuktu On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 19:08:10 -0600 In Message # 00003270 In alt.callahans Post # 00001483 Zia said: > Driss gives a wink and moves a bit furthur away reluctantly as Zia >gives her suggestion about the bombs. "Well two problems. First off I >don't know if my radio equipment or subspace equipment can cut >through all the white noise I've been picking up and as I mentioned >I'm not telepathic so I don't knwo how I'd get a hold of anyone to >suggest it. And secondly, two bombs have already been detonated >anyways. Mine's back at the church, and I don't know what happened to >the other two." > He keeps moving until Zia assures him he's far enough not to >interfere with her, he begins withdrawing from his cloak several >small pouches and a bowl. Removing leaves from the pouches he >proceeds to sort them, inspecting each leaf then crumbling it up in >his hands and adding it to the bowl. Once he seems satisfied with the >mixture he replaces the bags in his cloak and draws out a hotplate >with tea kettle and a silver service. The crumbled leaves he places >in a small silver ball and places in the tea pot and adds the water >as it boils. > "Your mention of tea reminded me I haven't made this in a while. >you're welcome to a cup if you care to. I can garuntee it's a unique >blend. it uses leaves from 7 different dimentions." Zia smiles, "Thank you - I just might after I'm done. Probably be quite thristy by then." Then she traces a circular gesture with both hands, and hums a soft tune as free-floating light cables appear in a globe around her as she floats. <> Zia to her allies: @Morgan, Sheila, the frame is up. James, move now. We have two bombs worth to use, and the pentagram in this dimensional projection avoids those machines that drained power. It shouldn't take long.@ James to Zia: @You're just not the one who has to work in Antarctica.@ And moves. Once they're all ready, the angel in the church (Roland and Morgan would be convinced she's answering THEM, most likley), sits delicately on the beam, and spreads her wings and arms wide, and suddenly sings with a vibrant full voice. Simulatenously, the globe of cables about Zia becomes more of a Celtic knot affair. Power flows, through the Earth and around it, forming an invisible (well, to most - except any real sensitive to Ordered power of the Pattern sort) pentagram. Once it stabilizes and is balanced however, James suddenly starts to tap it, forming a secondary large spiral of power within the pentagram, passing in a huge single coil through all five of them. =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 18:08:19 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Perchance to Dream On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 20:47:17 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00003271 In alt.callahans Post # 00001484 Xzerrion said: On Wed, 18 Mar 1998, Morgan wrote: > Roland scowls furiously. *Xzerrion, Tezrantha, Morgan my love, > what I want _you_ three to do is make 'ghost' images of ley lines. > If you can pull it off, he should come up blank when he tries to > draw on one. If not, just keep an 'eye' out. Assuming someone explains to Xzerrion what a ley-line is ... *All right, I can do that,* he responds, concentrating carefully. He then turns to Tezrantha and Morgan. *I'll need both of your help for this idea. I don't want him to just come up blank. I want him to start draw power, and discover he just grabbed a rattlesnake by the tail. Can we make a wild line, one that varies in both power and polarity, and then cloak it to make it *look* like a regular line?* =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 19:28:09 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE: Legion's Travels (take 2) On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 21:45:57 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00003272 In alt.callahans Post # 00001485 Shadow said: > On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 19:24:10 -0600 In Message # 00003269 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001482 Michael Jon Knight said: > > When Legion reaches into her pocket, her hand appears from the > Gateway in front of Grep. Legion'll be handed a switch-blade style > Vibro-blade that can cut through anything up to and including > Sherman tank armour. As Legion begins carving big beastie bits, a dark cloud approaches from the west. A few minutes after the cloud is first seen, it is almost overhead. A flying figure in black slows to a stop overhead, looking down at Legion. Then he looks up staring off in the direction of the twins and a slow smile spreads across his face. With a gesture he restores the creature to full health and leaves a glowing sheen on the hide. Without ever saying a thing, he rockets towards the twins. He slows once he gets within hearing range. "Welcome to my parlor," he says with a grand sweeping gesture, seeming to indicate all of North America. "I was just going to give my regards to yon lass back there when I look up and there you are. I said to myself, 'Now there are two children a long way from home, I'd best go and make them welcome.'" That same slow mad smile spreads across Jadis' face. He raises his palm in front of him and blows on it. A fine cloud of dust can be seen rising from it to form an achingly beautiful winged horse. It rises almost straight up, whinnies then the coat begins to lose its shine. Sores and cavities begin to form all over it's body as it begins to turn back down. The eyes melt and run down it's cheeks in a trail of yellow pus as bits of rotting flesh begin to fall off of it. The wings, those pure white wings with just a hint of irridescence, turn brown, then black, as feathers fall out and hints of bone show through. It accellerates towards Melissa, moving at an appreciable fraction of the speed of sound. > When the fight is over, the twins will send the following: > > /Legion, slip the switch-blade into that same pocket. We'll pass you > a normal blade. It'll be a good enough knife for the job, but > shouldn't look suspicious. -If- the kid can tell the difference, > they'll think he was imagining things, 'cause you'll only have the > normal one./ OOC: Well, I was going to ask Caprice about having Jadis stalk/attack her, but I hadn't gotten to it when this happened. =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 20:09:49 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE: Legion's Travels (take 2) On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 23:02:10 -0600 In Message # 00003273 In alt.callahans Post # 00001486 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 21:45:57 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00003272 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001485 Shadow said: >As Legion begins carving big beastie bits, a dark cloud approaches >from the west. A few minutes after the cloud is first seen, it is >almost overhead. A flying figure in black slows to a stop overhead, >looking down at Legion. Then he looks up staring off in the direction >of the twins and a slow smile spreads across his face. With a gesture >he restores the creature to full health and leaves a glowing sheen on >the hide. Without ever saying a thing, he rockets towards the twins. The girls send clearly over the link: /We got company, guys./ /Backup would be appreciated./ >He slows once he gets within hearing range. "Welcome to my parlor," >he says with a grand sweeping gesture, seeming to indicate all of >North America. "I was just going to give my regards to yon lass back >there when I look up and there you are. I said to myself, 'Now there >are two children a long way from home, I'd best go and make them >welcome.'" "How thoughtful." "We didn't know you cared." "About anything other than yourself." > That same slow mad smile spreads across Jadis' face. He raises his >palm in front of him and blows on it. A fine cloud of dust can be >seen rising from it to form an achingly beautiful winged horse. It >rises almost straight up, whinnies then the coat begins to lose its >shine. Sores and cavities begin to form all over it's body as it >begins to turn back down. The eyes melt and run down it's cheeks in a >trail of yellow pus as bits of rotting flesh begin to fall off of it. >The wings, those pure white wings with just a hint of irridescence, >turn brown, then black, as feathers fall out and hints of bone show >through. It accellerates towards Melissa, moving at an appreciable >fraction of the speed of sound. The girls seem to vanish and reappear well out of the way of the dead pegasus. /Hydra! We found the guy who killed the DISCIE!/ /And the one who stole Uncle John!/ /And Dhyrclhanc's Sentinal Ring!/ /And we don't know how to fight him! Help!/ >OOC: Well, I was going to ask Caprice about having Jadis stalk/attack >her, but I hadn't gotten to it when this happened. =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 20:43:57 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Perchance to Dream On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 20:29:27 In Message # 00003274 In alt.callahans Post # 00001487 Morgan said: >On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 00:26:10 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00003262 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001475 fuzzy said: > >\In my case it is not so much raw power, > As the fact that I can control magical dynamicaly in real time, > without the limitations that most spellcasters have to live with.\ > >is magic only by Clark's Law.> *"Na-"* Roland cuts off the curse, smiling apologetically to the angel. *I think you're right. How in the name of the Light are we going to keep Jadis out? With Hydra stuck in N-space, and since _he_ has John, none of us are his equal in raw magickal power.* >\You realize that I will not be able to do that, and prepair the >Planetary Wards Major Matrix set at the same time?\ Roland stops cold for a moment. *You figured out a way to pull that OFF?!* Roland smiles. *Best news I've heard since we _got_ to this miserable rock. Stay with the Matrix, Fuzzy. _That_ ought to smack Jadis a good one.* =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 20:44:07 -0800 (PST) Subject: Subject: Stray Cats left on Church Steps in Moonlight (LONG!) (Sorry!) On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 23:33:16 -0500 In Message # 00003275 In alt.callahans Post # 00001488 Martin Gerster said: (OOC: Circumstances force my hand once again, IC I'm just as happy as I know several of you are about my returning Dhyrclhanc to the fold of the CAoL, however, OCC, I'd be just as happy to be able to have had the time to work on some things off stage. Oh well, please bear with this one as he engages in some, more than probably overly dramatic, theatrics.) A huge flash of light/energy erupts high up in the atmosphere of the planet in the midst of being terraformed. The CaoL's mages, following Roland's orders by generating magickal inferference, will feel someone, or something, punch through the signals used to jam X-Windows. Then, a high pitched wail indicates the rapid decent of something *Big* is decending rapidly from somewhere up high. Without further warning, the comatose(?) appearing body of Rycheziest thudds to (into?) the ground behind the church, not unlike the doomed whale in Douglas Adams' book. Nearer to the ground was another briliant, electric, flash and an electic group of brightly, not to mention strangly, garbed figures swiftly close the much smaller distance to the ground. They're general appearences, plus the appearence of their clothing suggested the 'fiction' where the CAoL fought Lunatic. The group's immediate attention was drawn to the unconsious looking form of the beast laying in their midst. A well groomed, dwarf wearing an armani suit; a 20' tall, purple, a bestial looking, male human(?) in a skin-tight green outfit and a pair of large golden yellow tusks growing out of his back; a very slim, attractive, female who seems to be both bald and wrapped head to toe (save for the face) in a skin-tight silver bodystocking; another attractive female with a long white ponytail wearing brief, skin-tight red swimsuit(?) and enough melee weapons hanging about her waist and off her back to make a serious weapons collector green with envy; a blond-haired man in combat fatigue pants, a khaki-colored long coat, and a black t-shirt, weilding two advanced looking energy pistols (one in each hand) and a mask made of nothing more than a red and black bandana obscuring his face; a slim, youthfull, male cyborg(?) with inhumanly long hands and unearthly sharp fingers, not to mention a plume of green hair(?) coming out of the top of his head; a largish, well built red-haired, male, also in a strange, skin-tight outfit; and, finaly, a tall, lithe, raven-haired female in a skimpy and slinky animalistic outfit, make up the group. The large, purple-skinned, one says, "Hey, where's Dhyrclhanc?" The dwarf pulls an energy pistol, out from inside his suit jacket along with what appears to be a hand-held sensor of some kind. While he holds the pistol pointed vaugly the air, he begins to sweep the area with the sensor. The aformentioned blond-haired man in the drab-colored long coat says, "The heck with where Dhyrchlanc is, where's Void's port brought us?" The silver formed female, who is now _hovering_ at the side of the dwarf, says coldly, "I do not know, Grifter, I do not even recognize this place." Then the more familiar loud, "ZAM!" pierces the air and standing slightly to the right of the group are Nimrod, Synthea and Dhyrclhanc. (OOC: Do I know to make an entrance, or what?) };=8) With the sudden arivial of the three, the group reacts to both the arrivial of these, appearently, familiar faces and to the presence of any of the CAoL who've probably shown up by now. Dhyrchlanc clears his throat in an appropriatly dragonish manner and says, "WildCATS, meet the CAoL. CAoL, meet the WildCATS. These people are, in order: Jacob Marloe, also known as Lord Emp (The Lensdragon indicates the dwarf). Void, once known as Adrianna Tereshkova (The silvery woman bows in mid air, the powerful the psions in the CAoL will sense a strange similarity between this woman and "Roland's" Silver Phoenix as well as a strange kinship with Nemo.). Zealot (The white haired woman also bows). Grifter (The man in the military looking longcoat gives a causual salute). Warblade, also known as Rebo Bryce, a Master of the Martial Arts (The cyborg bows, goes through a quick but complicated series of katas, and then bows again). /Showoff./ The large one is Maul, enough said about him (The purple giant nods his head). Spartan, also known as Hadrian 7 (The red-headed male gives a terse bow). Finally, this lady is Priscilla Kitaen, also known as Voodoo (The raven-haired woman smiles brightly and waves but then gives any CAOLers present a strange look and shoots an enquiring glance at Dhyrclhanc). It's all right Priss, you're among friends here." As if to seemingly contradict this statement, as soon as Dhyrclhanc finishes his introductions, Rycheziest opens his eyes and springs forwards to attack the superanuated hatchling Ruby Fire Dragon. Equally as quickly Dhychlanc draws Redemption from its sheath on his back to block the multi-limbed wyrm's initial strike. "Everybody back! This thing is mine!" yells the draconic Lensman. The midnight blue Behir, likewise, draws an ebony-dark staff from out of nowhere and replies, coldly, /I believe you have that wrong, Dragon. It is *You* who are *Mine!*/ To Rychezeist, Dhyrclhanc says, "I see I still haven't been able to perminently deprive you of your 'DarkGem EbonyStaff'." and then, /# Pixar, drop all holo camo fields except for {} #/ /# (uninteligible) #/ /# Yes, I'm sure, and begin broadcasting file {} on the audible channels #/ As if to puctuate the sounds of combat between the two giant protagonists, a pulsing, electric beat seems to fill the air out of nowhere and everywhere all at once. As the beat intensifies, Dhyrclhanc can be "heard" singing along with the lyrics in the Psi-web. /In the Searchlights, you could see us as we circled around. Down below us, you were screaming -- I could hear the sound. I could see your arms reaching up to me. Like a Demon, feel the madness running through the crowd! We we Freedom, from the moment we hit the ground! And the Wildman, He lay the Thunder down! Do you remeber me? Like I remember you? I could see your face, it came shining through. In the Mists of Time, I can see it Now. All my life I will remeber this -- Under A Raging Moon! Oh, this is the moment, I was born for it -- Under A Raging Moon! Under A Raging Moon -- We were flying there! Under A Raging Moon -- I saw us dying there! It ended all too soon -- Under A Raging Moon! We were out there -- when they handed us the Rebel Crown! All the headlines -- All they treid to do was tear us down! But the Wildman! He didn't fool around! Do you remeber me? Cause I remember you! Did you want my love? When the Dream came True? Under A Raging Moon -- We were flying boys! Under A Raging Moon -- It was worth dying for! It ended all too soon -- Under A Raging Moon! Under A Raging Moon! Under A Raging Moon! Taking me back to Paradise -- We never read the Danger signs While we were young, while we were so young and fine!/ While the battle raged onwards Dhyrclhanc's appearence changed; not the way he looked but you could now see his metal-weave dufflebag and a metalic starfish shaped buckle(?) in the middle of the strap that held it on his back. Then, as the music began to die down, Rycheziest commented, /What was that peice of drivel you were spouting off?/ "Nothing that you, or your Master would recognize I'm sure, Behir." /Ah yes, my Master -- The Tymewyrm. For my master to live, you must Die, Dragon!/ Something resembling a smile and a grimace crossed Dhyrclanc's face, as he blocked and parried his opponent's staff blows,"You can't kill me, Rycheziest, haven't you heard -- I'm Immortal!" /You'd be suprised what I would do for my Master/ so saying that, the Behir hooked redemption with his staff and cast it away from it's owner. Preparing for an overhand strike that looked like it could cave the Lensdragon's skull in, the Wyrm says, /So, Dragon do you surrender?/ "Never Behir! For even in a World of Darkness I would always SEEK THE LIGHT!" /# Now Pixar! Drop {} #/ The very air around the base of Dhyrclhanc's throat seemed to bloom and unfold, as well a patch of air off to the side of his head. Sitting revealed is a shimmering golden, ornate, disk-like amulet at the joining the collars of the the Lensdragon's B5-style Ranger's longcoat and a small, spinning, multifaceted, opaque, gem-like prism by his head. /No! Not now that I've come so close!/ screams the Behir as the central hemisphere of the amulet opens up, revealing an ornate eye which, in turn and shoots a beam of unearthly beautiful light at the Creature of Darkness. /Not the accursed Light!/ "Yes, this is one of the three greatest artefacts of the Champions of Light; it is an Eye of Agamatto. To be precise, it is the Eye of Power and no Creature of Darkness, such as yourself, can withstand its glare!" As Rycheziest's midnight blue form begins to smoke and smoulder, the Champion of Darkness begins to stagger and fall back /You've beaten and tricked me this time, Dragon, but next time it will not be so easy!/ At that, the Behir screams out a final curse and escapes by tearing another Hole in Time/Space and slipping through it. "You mean that was easy?" says Dhyrclhanc while brushing himself off and calling Redemption back to him. Then, his face lights up as he says "Hi guys, did I miss anything?" (Legal mumbo-jumbo: "Under A Raging Moon and the lyrics thereof are the property of Roger Daltry and, I believe, Sony Music. The use of them here was in no way an attempt to break this copyright.) =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 21:39:54 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE: A better mousetrap On Fri, 20 Mar 1998 00:18:29 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00003276 In alt.callahans Post # 00001489 Shadow said: > On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 23:02:10 -0600 In Message # 00003273 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001486 Michael Jon Knight said: > The girls seem to vanish and reappear well out of the way of the > dead pegasus. > > /Hydra! We found the guy who killed the DISCIE!/ > /And the one who stole Uncle John!/ > /And Dhyrclhanc's Sentinal Ring!/ > /And we don't know how to fight him! Help!/ > OOC: Since I KNOW that they didn't teleport, as that's blocked off... Jadis watches the two, amusement evident on his face, "Well, fast aren't we. But are you faster than _this_" An globe of molecular disintegration expands from his body. Another globe of disintegration, one well outside the radius of the twins, forms at the same time and begins collapsing toward the other one. OOC: Well, Now is when I expect help!! to show up.... =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 21:40:04 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE: Legion's Travels (take 2) On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 21:21:23 In Message # 00003277 In alt.callahans Post # 00001490 Morgan said: >On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 23:02:10 -0600 In Message # 00003273 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001486 Michael Jon Knight said: >The girls seem to vanish and reappear well out of the way of the dead >pegasus. > >/Hydra! We found the guy who killed the DISCIE!/ >/And the one who stole Uncle John!/ >/And Dhyrclhanc's Sentinal Ring!/ >/And we don't know how to fight him! Help!/ > > (OOC: Oh, SURE, just give Roland damsels in distress-kids, no less. ) Only one word echoes through the link from Roland. *JAAAADIS!* With that, he vanishes, reappearing between Jadis and the twins. He draws and fires the armor's rifle in one fluid motion, microscopic crystals streaming toward Jadis at relativistic speeds. "Makes a deLameter look like a popgun, doesn't it?" he snarls as the air scorches around the beam of matter/energy. (OOC: Roland is careful to be aiming _up_ at Jadis so that no stray blasts hit innocents below them.) *Mel, Grep, get _out_ of here! I'll keep the Vader-wannabe busy!* With that, he changes into what looks like his Pan-form, but rapidly changes from _that_ into a fair approximation of a familiar Lensdragon, roaring and charging at the sorceror. Complete with gout of flame emanating from his snout, he bears down on Jadis with adamantium steel teeth and claws. (OOC: The flame is _not_ magickal; it's his usual PK. The shapeshifting stunt he just pulled, however, is registering _very_ oddly.) Morgan, porting in shortly after her beloved, onto his back. <*Honey, I have an idea....*> She sends quickly over their link. Roland just smiles, and with a dragon's mouth, that's a fearsome sight indeed. The woman on the dragon's back sinks slowly into the scaled hide, melding into the Roland/Lensdragon. The combined form begins to take on an iridescent glow. "We are FireWolf!" a voice with no clear gender bellows, and the flame is now _definitely_ magickal, and heading for Jadis as if alive itself! <*Caprice, since this isn't focused on you it shouldn't blow your cover....*> The mental voice is mostly Morgan's, but it has echos of Roland in it. <*But you might want to give a good impression of running for your life.*> =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 21:40:14 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: Subject: Stray Cats left on Church Steps in Moonlight On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 21:31:54 In Message # 00003278 In alt.callahans Post # 00001491 Morgan said: >On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 23:33:16 -0500 In Message # 00003275 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001488 Martin Gerster said: > >(OOC: Circumstances force my hand once again, IC I'm just as happy >as I know several of you are about my returning Dhyrclhanc to the >fold of the CAoL, however, OCC, I'd be just as happy to be able to >have had the time to work on some things off stage. Oh well, please >bear with this one as he engages in some, more than probably overly >dramatic, theatrics.) (OOC: Aroo? Oh well, glad to have you back regardless. ) >At that, the Behir screams out a final curse and escapes by tearing >another Hole in Time/Space and slipping through it. > >"You mean that was easy?" says Dhyrclhanc while brushing himself >off and calling Redemption back to him. Then, his face lights up as >he says "Hi guys, did I miss anything?" *<*If you want a piece of Jadis, sib,*>* the androgynous voice echoes through the link, *<*you'd better hurry. Other than that, just the usual.*>* An image of a genderless face, in perfect mid-morph between Morgan and Roland except for having one eye of each, appears in the psiweb smiling at the Lensdragon. =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 21:40:24 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: Subject: Stray Cats left on Church Steps in Moonlight (LONG!) (Sorry!) On Fri, 20 Mar 1998 00:35:52 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00003279 In alt.callahans Post # 00001492 Shadow said: > On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 23:33:16 -0500 In Message # 00003275 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001488 Martin Gerster said: > > (OOC: Circumstances force my hand once again, IC I'm just as happy > as I know several of you are about my returning Dhyrclhanc to the > fold of the CAoL, however, OCC, I'd be just as happy to be able to > have had the time to work on some things off stage. Oh well, please > bear with this one as he engages in some, more than probably overly > dramatic, theatrics.) OOC: And, of course, the addition of Dhyrclhanc's mighty powers is most helpful right now as well, and I fully expect a comment from Roland saying words to that effect. :) Though why you brought in the wildcats, Martin . (excluding the fact that he knows what I have planned) Oh, this happens at about the same time as Jadis fights the twins. > A huge flash of light/energy erupts high up in the atmosphere of the > planet in the midst of being terraformed. The CAoL's mages, > following Roland's orders by generating magickal inferference, will > feel someone, or something, punch through the signals used to jam > X-Windows. Then, a high pitched wail indicates the rapid decent of > something *Big* is decending rapidly from somewhere up high. Rhiannon starts running and dives out of the way just as... > Without further warning, the comatose(?) appearing body of > Rycheziest thudds to (into?) the ground behind the church, not > unlike the doomed whale in Douglas Adams' book. Nearer to the ground > was another briliant, electric, flash and an electic group of > brightly, not to mention strangly, garbed figures swiftly close the > much smaller distance to the ground. They're general appearences, > plus the appearence of their clothing suggested the 'fiction' where > the CAoL fought Lunatic. The group's immediate attention was drawn > to the unconsious looking form of the beast laying in their midst. She draws her sword, holding it ready between her and this new group. > The large, purple-skinned, one says, "Hey, where's Dhyrclhanc?" At this, Rhiannnon lowers her sword and looks unimpressed. > Then the more familiar loud, "ZAM!" pierces the air and standing > slightly to the right of the group are Nimrod, Synthea and > Dhyrclhanc. Rhiannon waves, "Hi uncle Dhyrclhanc." Rhiannon notes everything Dhyrclhanc said and continues to look unimpressed. :) =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 22:11:48 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE: Legion's Travels (take 2) On Fri, 20 Mar 1998 01:07:10 EST In Message # 00003280 In alt.callahans Post # 00001493 Dane0R0A said: <> A pico-second later, the AI twins feel a new link to them form, energy flows through it, empowering, and reinforcing each and every part of their beings, clear down to the smallest quantum of both time and space that they occupy. Then comes information, the equations that define 3 and 4 space, the relationship between time, space, matter, and energy, and the methods of controlling them all. They feel like they have the power to drain him dry of energy, or light him up like a quasar (because they do, at least temporarilly). The X-Window that they use to access their central brain, is forced open and blocked that way. From the new link they hear Hydra's voice, "KILL HIM. Drain him of every last pico-erg of energy. You each currently have the power equal to one of the ten most powerful of all Starspawn. If you need more energy, I will provide it. ATTACK." All this happens between one pico-second and the next. =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 22:57:37 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Perchance to Dream On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 22:41:32 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00003281 In alt.callahans Post # 00001494 fuzzy said: > On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 20:47:17 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00003271 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001484 Xzerrion said: > > Assuming someone explains to Xzerrion what a ley-line is ... \Here {} is everything I know about Ley-Lines, Which should be far more than you need at the moment.\ =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 22:57:47 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Perchance to Dream On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 22:50:35 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00003282 In alt.callahans Post # 00001495 fuzzy said: > On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 20:29:27 In Message # 00003274 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001487 Morgan said: > > Roland stops cold for a moment. > *You figured out a way to pull that OFF?!* Roland smiles. *Best > news I've heard since we _got_ to this miserable rock. Stay with the > Matrix, Fuzzy. _That_ ought to smack Jadis a good one.* \Thats right you were a bit out of it when I commented on what it will take to do, Here {Message # 3197}.\ =========================== Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 23:30:50 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE: Legion's Travels (take 2) On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 23:19:59 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00003283 In alt.callahans Post # 00001496 Nemisis said: > On Thu, 19 Mar 1998 21:45:57 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00003272 > In alt.callahans Post # 00001485 Shadow said: > > As Legion begins carving big beastie bits, a dark cloud approaches > from the west. A few minutes after the cloud is first seen, it is > almost overhead. A flying figure in black slows to a stop overhead, > looking down at Legion. Then he looks up staring off in the > direction of the twins and a slow smile spreads across his face. > With a gesture he restores the creature to full health and leaves a > glowing sheen on the hide. Without ever saying a thing, he rockets > towards the twins. \# Since that thing now seems to have a force field in its skin let us see what else we can come up with... Just to your left is a weak spot in the ground, it should, When opened, look like a underground spring has erroded it... If you fall in I will see to some alternate equipment, If it falls in I will see to it that it has some difficulty swimming. :) I have a split dispersed, in threads, in the ground under you, if you want to 'Find' something just let me know what you need... ;) #\ =========================== Date: Fri, 20 Mar 1998 00:08:45 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE: Legion's Travels (Long) On Fri, 20 Mar 1998 02:38:20 -0500 In Message # 00003284 In alt.callahans Post # 00001497 Martin Gerster said: >>On Fri, 20 Mar 1998, Shadow said: >> >>Rhiannon waves, "Hi uncle Dhyrclhanc." >>>Then, on Thu, 19 Mar 1998, Morgan/Roland said >>> >>>*<*If you want a piece of Jadis, sib,*>* the androgynous voice >>>echoes through the link, *<*you'd better hurry. Other than that, >>>just the usual.*>* An image of a genderless face, in perfect >>>mid-morph between Morgan and Roland except for having one eye of >>>each, appears in the psiweb smiling at the Lensdragon. Dhyrclhanc says a brief, but polite, "Hello, 'Neice' Rhia" to Rhiannon and then, responding to Morgan/Roland's message, turns to the WildCATS and Nimrod and Synthea. >>>Then, on Thu, 19 Mar 1998, Morgan/Roland said: >>> >>>"We are FireWolf!" a voice with no clear gender bellows, and the >>>flame is now _definitely_ magickal, and heading for Jadis as if >>>alive itself! Taking a nanosecond to regester this turn of events, and leaving his feelings for the Tyranical Transdimensional Mage to be delt with later, he begins to address the WildCATS, "Lord Emp, with your permision I'd like to 'borrow' some of your soldiers." "Heck," responds the dwarf, "I'm not even sure why we're here, but you obviously know what's goin' on around here so my people 'll be happy to follow your lead." "Thank you," answers the Lensdragon, "Hadrian, while I know you can fly, you and most of your team won't be much good against Jadis considering he has the power levels of one of your Orbs, at least, so I'm just going to need Void. The rest of you, secure the area here. The way I'm reading my friends' surface thoughts, they were expecting an attack but certainly *not* an attack from Jadis." (OOC: I suspect that with the newcomers here wandering around the place, they'll probably attract the attention of the Rebels, and since I don't know anything about them IC, then Dhyraclhanc can't tell the WildCATS anything about them) Dhyrclhanc turns his attention to his two compatriots, "Sythea, you're not going to be of any use against Jadis either; go with Rhia and see if you can help the WildCATS settled down here and once you figure exactly what's going on here you can let me know." "Ah, Bro!" "No talking back to your big brother, besides it'l also give you and Rhia some time to catch up as well." Synthea joins Rhiannon and asks her what's been going on and the rest of the WildCATS follow. "Nimrod, see what you can do about pulling Laz-Lor out of that Damoclese Trap up there while I help Roland/Morgan against that bastage." "Understood." With another loud "Zam!", Nimrod dissapears, teleporting away. /Coming, Void?/ /Certainly./ Dhyrclhanc, likewise, engages the Libby-Burroughs-Carter drive in the C-Bands and teleports away as well. (Somewhere above North America, assuming that FireWolf is outside the disintegration effect and the Twins are inside it) Dhyrclhanc reappears just behind the attacking Psuedo-Lensdragon /Hey, no fair! You guys are just lucky we're family or I might be tempted to sue you for copyright infringment/ };=8) /Now, let's see if this do any good?/ He pulls the bronze starfish shaped device off of his dufflebag strap and says to it, "Glaive -- Attack, Mega-Damage." and hurls it at Jadis. As he's speaking to it, tiny sharp blades extend from its "arms" and immediatly after leaving his hand, it transforms into a minature spinning buzzsaw of death. (OOC: The Glaive has a 120% chance of hitting. Here, it'll do an ammount of damage equivilant to that needed to completly destroy a large passenger airliner, half that if Jadis decides to dodge it by momentarily "phasing" out of this dimension. Yes; it can still attack opponents on other planes of existance. Also, _when_ it hits, it has a %90 chance of severing a limb. Addtionaly, it'll continue to attack for as long as Dhyrclhanc wants it to. Plus, Jadis *can't* destroy it -- It's considered a AD&D Artifact. Even if Jadis 'ports it away, it'll eventualy find its way back to Dhyrclhanc's hands, even if it's in another dimension) While Dhyrclhanc uses the Glaive to, at least, distract him from the Twins' plight, Nimrod 'ports in, grabs both Grep and Melissa around their waists and then 'ports away, back to the church. The hunter "sythizoid" then decides to wait and examine the combat from afar to see if Dhyrclhanc, Roland/Morgan and Void are effective in causing Jadis enough consternation before returning to the fray. Meinwhile, Void, the entity once known as once known as Adrianna Tereshkova, appears. She takes one look at Jadis, says something uninteligible in Russian (anyone who understands Russian, I'm assuming this includes Jadis, will recognize it as a string of slavic curses strong enough to *peel* paint off a battleship), and then launches a series of pulsed energy blasts at the Mage that would *melt* the hull off of a battleship. =========================== Date: Fri, 20 Mar 1998 04:07:52 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE4: Make Room For Daddy! On Fri, 20 Mar 1998 05:53:58 -0600 In Message # 00003285 In alt.callahans Post # 00001498 Michael Jon Knight said: As Nimrod arrived in London with the Twins, Knytt ran over and swept them into a hug. "THANK YOU, Nimrod!" Knytt said, clutching his adopted 'daughters', ^Girls, are you ok?^ Melissa and Grep held on tight to their creator/father. ^EverythingWasGoingGood UntilJadisTurnedUp!LegionHadThatMonster,GrandmotherSentASplitToHelp, THEN JadisSentADeadPegasusAtUsThenTriedToCatchUsInbetweenTwoSpheresThat CouldaRippedUsApart,ButNimrodAndEverybodyCameToHelp.ButJustBeforeThat HydraOpenedAPrivateLinkToUs THEN HeReinforcedThe GateToOurBrain WhichWasGreat,ThenGaveUsABunchOfPowerToFendOff Jadis WhichWasGreat,ThenWanted US To KILL JadisAndDaddy Killing IsLikeLastResortAndRunAwayIsJust MUCH HigherOnOurOptions.ButDaddy Some OfThatStuffOfHydra'sIs HowTheUniverseWorks AndIfYouHadThatYouSaidYouMight Dream Easier.AndWeHaveItAll.^ ^Okay,^ Knytt sent, ^Calm down. Let me see what Hydra sent you.^ In one big burst, the Twins send Knytt the Equations for Matter, Energy, Etc. He blinked for a long time, ^Yeah, those fit a lot of what I already knew in Theory. Let me on your link to Hydra.^ Bouncing a signal from the Twins' and Knytt's Private Link to the Twins' and Hydra's, Knytt sends Hydra: ^Hydra, the girls just can't kill things. Not Living Things anyway. It is an absolute last resort before death for them. This is one of their alterations to their programming. I, on the other hand, am under no such limitation. No one messes with my children. If I can't do this on my own, I would request what you gave the girls. Temporarily, of course. He's liable to run first, but I can try.^ ^But Daddy!^ The twins send. ^Girls, stay here. Help Your Greatgrandfather Fuzzy. You can help get that Ward Matrix Barrier in Orbit. And see if he knows of any way to teach you two Magic of some form or other. Maybe I am mistaken to consider Magic solely under Clarke's Law, but if there is a way, I want you two to know it.^ While the twins go find Fuzzy to help, and hopefully learn, Knytt takes a deep breath and vanishes with a blink. Blinking back into existance, Knytt has shifted clothes into a black trenchcoat with blood-red thread embroidering a multitude of various designs, no, written languages, on it. Hebrew, Greek, Latin, Cryllic, Alien scripts that haven't been read since the Universe began and wouldn't be read until Time Ended, all were woven into the fabric of the coat. Beneath that was a simple pair of slacks and tunic the color of dried bone. The writing, in even more languages, was woven into the fabric of the material, the thread the rust-brown of dried blood. The colors of the slacks and tunic were reversed on the shoes, bone on dried blood. The last set of clothes he had fashioned from the strange book he inherited had been designed to force him to handle them to make it work. He had to reach in a pocket, clutch a handkerchief or something to make the dreaming work. But with this suit, there was constant contact. Knytt _stood_ in midair on the crooked line the CAoL had drawn against Jadis. The flames leaping off his body like a movie stuntman in _Firestarter_ apparently didn't bother him, nor did the fact that his physical and mental voice seemed colder than absolute-zero kelvin. The fact that his eyes were black pools, without iris or pupil, seemed to be even of some comfort, as his feral smile attested. This wasn't anger, rage or insanity. This was an old, beloved, tailor-made suit that one found still looked, wore and fit as well as the day it was bought, even after several years out of use. Righteous indignation, the fury of ancient, awakened Gods, and the wrath of a Vengeful Universe. /Hello, family,/ Knytt sent through the strange, swirling ice-blue/fire-red lens on the back of his left hand, /Dad is here to lend a fist./ Unknown to all, somewhere in an obsure, backwater reality who's catalog number approached six to the sixth to the sixth, an entire dimension of humans past, present, and future, as well as countless aliens, stood watching and waiting to aid their only wanderer, the lost child of the Dreamtime, as he stood up instinctively for the Cardinal Rule their society was founded on: We are ALL family, and family is ALWAYS first. Jadis would have been pleased. With one act, he had enraged an entire universe.... ===========================