Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 7b
Chapter 3 (TARDIS group, pt. 1)
Subject: Re: AAE7b: Present Simple, TARDIS Ride Boards Here
On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 01:20:07 -0500
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010465
>On Wed, 13 Jun 2K1, Roland X Said
>
>>Scott Osborne Said
>>
>>Scott walks up to the fireplace. /"Since Harlock is ready to go,
>>those of you heading for the TARDIS should probably get together
>>about now."/
>>
>>/"Yes, I mean you. Unless- you want to hear- my William Shatner-
>>impersonation. I'm not stable in these fields, for various
>>reasons."/
>
> Roland "spocks" an eyebrow. "Why thank you..._Captain_...Osborne,"
>he says in an impressive imitation of a younger Leonard Nimoy. 8^)
A single peanut "pings" off of Roland's skull.
"Completely Illogical" quips Dhyclhnac, doing a dead-on impersonation
of Tim Russ.
>>/"Questions, comments, concerns? Anybody want a mint?"/ Scott pulls
>>out a pack of "Bueller" brand mints.
>
> /"A few,"/ Roland comments dryly. /"As I recall, Mike has the
>monobloc gun covered; since it's 'his' TARDIS, or was, or...something
>like that...I figure he knows how to handle it. Does that handle our
>temporal acceleration without interfering with Mike's job? If so,"/
>he comments, /"we're ready. You've got our primary source of
>fast-time, Roger's backup, Rio's early warning, and the rest of us
>are security detail. That about cover it?"/
>
> (OOC: If Roland didn't miss anything)
I'm glad somebody mentioned it; if the widget that Scott's
holding is suposed to do a whammy on the monoblock cannon, then
where's the gadget that's supposed to shift local time into high-gear
for all of us and freeze everyone else into the temporal equivalent of
a glacier? Otherwise, Roland's already beat me to the punch AFA any
questions I would've had Dhyrclhanc ask, if I was thinking far enough
ahead for him to have asked any questions.
> /"Okay, Scott, hit it."/
"Hold it, Bro." interupts Dhyrclhanc, his form flickers for a second
and then he's back.
"Sorry, I had some arangements to make."
After he's returned he appeared somehow slightly larger than he
before.
He also is now holding a 9" x 9" x 3.5' crate constructed out of what
looks like wood, which he tosses to Roland.
"Open it, sib."
It takes Roland less than 45 seconds to find the latch which causes
the upper face of the container to slide open, and inside the box,
resting in padding that would make the interior of a wine casket look
stiff and brittle are a pair of matched japanese swords; a katana and
a wazakashi (sp?) constructed out of ultra-modern materials.
Mounted on the end of the synth-leather grips of each of the swords
are translucent golden synthetic gems. The swords' grips, moving
towards the blades, each end in a large metal collar with what look
like a volume knob switch. Past this are the dual solid-tsuba (sp?)
assembly, and past that are the swords' blades. Each blade is wedge
shaped and constructed out of a crystaline material so translucent to
almost be transparent.
After three seconds in his hand, Roland's energy-based powers tell him
that the sword's blade has begun to vibrate at a rate that's almost
imperceptable to the eye.
Roland's thumb clicks against the knob-like switch and an ultra-quiet
"click" can be heard, at which point the blade lights up like a violet
lightsabre with a purple core. Additional experimentation will reveal
that the knob increases or decreases the brightness of the blade, the
colored light being generated by a low-powered laser mounted in the
hilt. The knob also, obviously, allows the weilder to turn the laser
completely off and back on again.
"They're a matched pair of Power Mono-Sera Swords." Dhyrclhanc finally
explains to an, in all likelyhood, dumb-struck Freelance Immortal.
"An electron microscope would tell you that the blades are serrated at
the molecular level, and they should chew through anything up to, and
including, solid stone and an inch-think armor plate made of pure
Wakandian Vibranium."
"For some time, I've been working on something to make-up for the loss
of your Phoenix Claw and I hope that this comes close." he continues.
"I haven't given them names, I figured I'd leave that honor for you ,
and, once she sees them, something tells me that Morgan will probably
want a set for herself so let me know if I'm right."
Then back to Scott, "That's it, I'm done; let's go." he says, as the
Immortal Adolecent Ruby Fire Sentinel-Lendragon draws Redemption, his
own mono-molecular sword, from the sheath on his back.
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Subject: Re: AAE7b: Present Simple, TARDIS Ride Boards Here
On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 03:59:58 EDT
Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00010466
>In a message dated 6/13/01 7:57:05 PM Pacific Daylight Time,
>technomagetimelord writes:
>
>>/"Yes, I mean you. Unless- you want to hear- my William Shatner-
>>impersonation. I'm not stable in these fields, for various
>>reasons."/
>
> Mike steps forward and takes the device. /"Only if I can do my
>McCoy impression."/
[Roland's Leonard Nemoy impersonation found elsewhere.]
Scott smiles, and flicks absentmindedly at a point over his shoulder.
Those with supersensitive hearing might have heard a disembodied voice
whisper "I guess that leaves me with Scotty."
>>Scott lifts up the device; it's the first clear view most of the
>>people here have had of it. It's a rather simple black brick of a
>>puzzle box, with two buttons, labeled "On" and "Off".
>
> Mike nods, looking the unit over. /"Oh good, I hate complex
>machinary."/ The smirk on his face makes it apparent he's joking.
/"The reason for the simplicity is actually simple. Changing the
settings while it's on can be rather... dangerous. Thus, the only
controls available while the device is primed are on and off. If it's
any consolation, once it's going, the side of the device displays the
estimated time remaining."/
>>/"Questions, comments, concerns? Anybody want a mint?"/ Scott pulls
>>out a pack of "Bueller" brand mints.
>
> Mike nods, using his own sense of perception on the device,
>/"Right, just to make sure I've got what you're doing right,
>tightbeam me how you're shorting out the monoblock gun. I don't want
>it going off prematurely, but having it go off safely is the plan."/
/"Since Roland also asked this question, I'm Cee-Cee-ing him the
method. ^[]^"/ The theoretical side of it gets a bit tricky in places,
a bit difficult in places, and a bit downright weird in places; but
all are correct, in as far as it goes. The practical side is a lot
simpler; all he's doing is stopping the monoblock from exploding
through the simple expedient of stopping time within it; as a side
effect of this trick, the monoblock manipulators aren't going to work,
either to dispose of the monoblock or explode it.
/"Oh, I forgot to tell you; the controls on the gun will still work.
That was what took me so long. Or, if one of you can so do, you can
move the monoblock someplace safe."/
Scott searches his pocket, and pulls out a piece of notepaper.
/"And a secondary item; the field should extend about one hundred
meters. You should know the edges of the field from the way things
look; a slight, but not inconsiderable, blue or red tinge to the floor
outside of the field. Don't get too close to the edges; the field *is*
a sphere, after all. We should probably do this outside, to avoid
people being partially inside the field. Nothing too dangerous, but
I'd rather avoid inflicting the pain of an asleep limb to anyone."/
Scott opens the front door.
[As soon as everybody else is gathered outside...]
/"As I said, I can set up an X-Window for the second in question. I'll
do that now."/
Scott hold out his hand, and gestures. An X-window appears. On the
other side of the X-Window is same half second over and over.
Scott stands back a ways. /"The field should push through the window,
so that's all there is to it. Good luck, and have fun storming the
TARDIS."/
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Subject: Re: AAE7b: Present Simple, TARDIS Ride Boards Here
On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 11:31:41 -0400
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010469
>On Thu, 14 Jun 2001, "Luc French" (aka "Scott Osborne") Said
>
>Scott hold out his hand, and gestures. An X-window appears. On the
>other side of the X-Window is same half second over and over.
>
>Scott stands back a ways. /"The field should push through the window,
>so that's all there is to it. Good luck, and have fun storming the
>TARDIS."/
Before he walks through the X-Window, Dhyrclhanc transmogrifies from
his 21' tall form, with Anla'shok longcoat (et al), to his 6' tall,
"Lens-T'Skrang" form, now wearing his usual brightly colored Late
Medieval/Early Renaisance-era Swashbuckler garb now with a long
grey-colored great cloak with capelet and hood added.
So? Luc? Mike? What does he see, once he crosses through the
X-Window's event horizon?
>Thanks
>Scott "And so the beatdown begins." Osborne
"... And so it Begins." };=8)
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Subject: AAE7b: Back to the TARDIS
On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 11:42:21 -0700
Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010471
>On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 03:59:58 EDT
>Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00010466
>
>>In a message dated 6/13/01 7:57:05 PM Pacific Daylight Time,
>>technomagetimelord writes:
>>
>> Mike steps forward and takes the device. /"Only if I can do my
>>McCoy impression."/
>
>[Roland's Leonard Nemoy impersonation found elsewhere.]
/"Damn it, Jim, I'm a Lensman, not a Doctor!"/ Roland cracks, his
DeForrest Kelley imitation not nearly as good as his Nimoy one. ;^)
>Scott smiles, and flicks absentmindedly at a point over his shoulder.
>Those with supersensitive hearing might have heard a disembodied
>voice whisper "I guess that leaves me with Scotty."
Sil nearly busts a gut for "no apparent reason."
>> Mike nods, using his own sense of perception on the device,
>>/"Right, just to make sure I've got what you're doing right,
>>tightbeam me how you're shorting out the monoblock gun. I don't
>>want it going off prematurely, but having it go off safely is the
>>plan."/
>
>/"Since Roland also asked this question, I'm Cee-Cee-ing him the
>method.
(Sanity? Us? )
>^[]^"/ The theoretical side of it gets a bit tricky in places, a bit
>difficult in places, and a bit downright weird in places; but all are
>correct, in as far as it goes. The practical side is a lot simpler;
>all he's doing is stopping the monoblock from exploding through the
>simple expedient of stopping time within it; as a side effect of this
>trick, the monoblock manipulators aren't going to work, either to
>dispose of the monoblock or explode it.
/"ow,"/ Roland says, wincing only slightly. /"I think I'll take the
layman's explanation, next time."/
>/"And a secondary item; the field should extend about one hundred
>meters. You should know the edges of the field from the way things
>look; a slight, but not inconsiderable, blue or red tinge to the
>floor outside of the field. Don't get too close to the edges; the
>field *is* a sphere, after all. We should probably do this outside,
>to avoid people being partially inside the field. Nothing too
>dangerous, but I'd rather avoid inflicting the pain of an asleep limb
>to anyone."/ Scott opens the front door.
Roland ponders. /"Hm. Hundred meter sphere. Thanks, Scott. Okay,
folx, I think it'd be best to start with a zone defense. Pair up--yes,
Roger, you can go with Rio--and spread out once we get in. I'm not
_certain_ we're going to run into trouble, but when _don't_ we?"/
(OOC: Quick recap: Who's going? 'Pairing up' with your own
characters for those with more than one is fine, for the folx who want
to avoid having to coordinate with another writer. 8^)
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Subject: Re: AAE7b: Back to the TARDIS
On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 15:19:04 -0400
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010472
>On Thu, 14 Jun 2K1, Roland X Said
>
> Roland ponders. /"Hm. Hundred meter sphere. Thanks, Scott. Okay,
>folx, I think it'd be best to start with a zone defense. Pair
>up--yes, Roger, you can go with Rio--and spread out once we get in.
>I'm not _certain_ we're going to run into trouble, but when _don't_
>we?"/
> (OOC: Quick recap: Who's going? 'Pairing up' with your own
>characters for those with more than one is fine, for the folx who
>want to avoid having to coordinate with another writer. 8^)
Dhyrclhanc sticks his head, and neck, back out through the plane of
the X-Window.
"Xander, neiece; you and me?" then, blinking, he shifts his focus onto
his adopted brother, "Roland, bro, who are you pairing up with?"
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Subject: AAE7b: The long and short of it
On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 12:58:06 -0700
Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010473
>On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 01:20:07 -0500
>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010465
>
>"Hold it, Bro." interupts Dhyrclhanc, his form flickers for a second
>and then he's back.
>
>"Sorry, I had some arangements to make."
Roland blinks, head cocked to one side as he regards his sib
curiously.
>He also is now holding a 9" x 9" x 3.5' crate constructed out of what
>looks like wood, which he tosses to Roland.
>
>"Open it, sib."
Roland chuckles. /"Sib, I already have a 'God Gun.' I just don't
use it much."/ Still, to humor his draconic 'brother,' he fiddles with
the box until...
>are a pair of matched japanese swords; a katana and a wazakashi (sp?)
>constructed out of ultra-modern materials.
Roland whistles.
>Mounted on the end of the synth-leather grips of each of the swords
>are translucent golden synthetic gems. The swords' grips, moving
>towards the blades, each end in a large metal collar with what look
>like a volume knob switch. Past this are the dual solid-tsuba (sp?)
>assembly, and past that are the swords' blades. Each blade is wedge
>shaped and constructed out of a crystaline material so translucent to
>almost be transparent.
Slowly, almost reverently, he levitates the katana out of the case,
sheathing it in his most powerful force field for safety. (Not to
mention he's almost afraid to touch it yet.) After admiring it for a
moment, he carefully coaxes the handle into his palm.
>After three seconds in his hand, Roland's energy-based powers tell
>him that the sword's blade has begun to vibrate at a rate that's
>almost imperceptable to the eye.
/"Holy sprocking light, Dhyrclhanc,"/ Roland breathes. After
mentally 'feeling' for the controls for a moment, he deactivates the
vibroblade effect. He then levitates the wakizashi into his off hand
using the same safety technique.
>Roland's thumb clicks against the knob-like switch and an ultra-quiet
>"click" can be heard, at which point the blade lights up like a
>violet lightsabre with a purple core.
(OOC: Ah, sib, violet and purple are synonyms, IIRC. Do you mean a
lighter shade on the outside and a darker one inside?)
>Additional experimentation will reveal that the knob increases or
>decreases the brightness of the blade, the colored light being
>generated by a low-powered laser mounted in the hilt. The knob also,
>obviously, allows the weilder to turn the laser completely off and
>back on again.
After looking it over for a long moment, he turns the laser down to
the minimum required to see the blade. (OOC: Sib, does the laser
actually create a 'lightsaber' effect, or is it just for the visual?)
>"They're a matched pair of Power Mono-Sera Swords." Dhyrclhanc
>finally explains to an, in all likelyhood, dumb-struck Freelance
>Immortal.
/"oh,"/ Roland replies. /"...which are...?"/
>"An electron microscope would tell you that the blades are serrated
>at the molecular level, and they should chew through anything up to,
>and including, solid stone and an inch-think armor plate made of pure
>Wakandian Vibranium."
/"...OH. My."/ He looks at the crystal blades for a long moment.
/"Are those...psychoactive?"/
>"For some time, I've been working on something to make-up for the
>loss of your Phoenix Claw and I hope that this comes close." he
>continues.
/"You could say that,"/ Roland says, displaying a gift for
understatement. ;^)
>"I haven't given them names, I figured I'd leave that honor for you,
>and, once she sees them, something tells me that Morgan will probably
>want a set for herself so let me know if I'm right."
That finally breaks Roland's reverie, and he chuckles. /"I don't
see her replacing Aramegil any time soon, sib,"/ he says, referring to
Morgan's size-changing faerie claymore. /"But...wow. Thanks."/
Carefully hefting them (force fields still in place) to get the feel,
he creates bulges in his armor, into which he 'sheathes' the blades,
sending them into katanaspace. The bulges vanish, leaving two small
protrusions, one at each hip, which anyone could be forgiven for
mistaking for parts of the armor. /"I think...I'll let names come
naturally."/
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Subject: Re:AAE7b: Present Simple, TARDIS Ride Boards Here
On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 13:03:35 -0700
Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010474
>On Wed, 13 Jun 2001 18:14:59 -0400
>Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00010462
>
> /"Hugs will be free and frequent. There's a room nearby where
>they could be kept, with the door closed. I should be able to link up
>to the TARDIS itself and arrange the internals to move them en masse
>once I'm done with the gun, but anyone able can lend a volunteer hand
>if they want or need before then. For that matter, anyone who wants
>to wait in that anteroom may also feel free and I'll venture out on
>my own.
> /"I think that's the best I can prepare everyone, so queue up
>those that's going. And thank you for the support."/
Roland nods, his face carefully neutral.
>On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 15:19:04 -0400
>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010472
>
>"Xander, neiece; you and me?" then, blinking, he shifts his focus
>onto his adopted brother, "Roland, bro, who are you pairing up with?"
Roland gestures at Mike with a nod of his head. /"I was planning on
going with Mike."/ He smiles slightly, turning to Mike. /"If company
is wanted and feasible, that is. As for...the mess..."/ his smile
slips a little, /"I'll be rather surprised if I haven't seen worse. Or
at least just as bad."/ The smile vanishes completely, and he puts a
hand on Mike shoulder. /"No one should have to face that alone."/
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Subject: Re: AAE7b: Back to the TARDIS
On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 16:30:25 -0400
"Xander Opal" Said As CAoL Message # 00010475
>On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 15:19:04 -0400
>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010472
>
>"Xander, neiece; you and me?" then, blinking, he shifts his focus
>onto his adopted brother, "Roland, bro, who are you pairing up with?"
"Sure, Uncle DC!" sie calls, then shifts over to hir
'anthro-dragon-sized' robot-form, faint rattles and clicks emnating
from hir as various systems check themselves out. "'Fraid I don't know
much about TARDISes, though. Anything aside from my antimatter gun I
shouldn't fire off in there?" sie asks hir uncle-by-adoption, as the
transformer/lensdragon steps through the X-window.
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Subject: Re: AAE7b: The long and short of it
On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 17:00:22 -0400
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010476
>On Thurs, 14 June 2K1, Roland X Said
>
>>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said
>>
>>Roland's thumb clicks against the knob-like switch and an
>>ultra-quiet "click" can be heard, at which point the blade lights up
>>like a violet lightsabre with a purple core.
>
> (OOC: Ah, sib, violet and purple are synonyms, IIRC. Do you mean a
>lighter shade on the outside and a darker one inside?)
Short answer, the core of each of the blades is brighter than
the outer edges.
Remember, sib, I'm a recovering art-major and take it from me, there
_is_ a difference between _violet_ and _purple_.
One difference is that violet is a darker color, other other
difference is that *Violet* is closer to Red along the ROYGBIV
Spectrum. *Purple*, OTOH, is, IPMNSHO, nearer to Blue.
> After looking it over for a long moment, he turns the laser down
>to the minimum required to see the blade. (OOC: Sib, does the laser
>actually create a 'lightsaber' effect, or is it just for the visual?)
It's "just" a "visual", if Roland had any Reed Richards or
Tony Stark-level engineering skills, using a good lab, or workshop,
he'd be able to take one of the swords apart and find a small laser
mounted in the hilt.
However, the laser is more along the lines of what you'd find in a
dance club, not in the hands of a Buck Rogers/Flash Gordon/Adam
Strange-style Pulp Hero.
>>"An electron microscope would tell you that the blades are serrated
>>at the molecular level, and they should chew through anything up to,
>>and including, solid stone and an inch-think armor plate made of
>>pure Wakandian Vibranium."
>
> /"...OH. My."/ He looks at the crystal blades for a long moment.
>/"Are those...psychoactive?"/
"/Nah, the vibro-effect simply starts three seconds after the sword is
picked up and grasped. Some experimentation with Electrokinesis
*could* allow you to override this, I guess. {mental shrug}/"
>>"I haven't given them names, I figured I'd leave that honor for you,
>>and, once she sees them, something tells me that Morgan will
>>probably want a set for herself so let me know if I'm right."
>
> That finally breaks Roland's reverie, and he chuckles. /"I don't
>see her replacing Aramegil any time soon, sib,"/ he says, referring
>to Morgan's size-changing faerie claymore. /"But...wow. Thanks."/
>Carefully hefting them (force fields still in place) to get the feel,
>he creates bulges in his armor, into which he 'sheathes' the blades,
>sending them into katanaspace. The bulges vanish, leaving two small
>protrusions, one at each hip, which anyone could be forgiven for
>mistaking for parts of the armor. /"I think...I'll let names come
>naturally."/
Likewise, Dhyrclhanc chuckles.
"You're welcome."
Consider yourself "peanuted" for that subject line, Sib! ;^D
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Subject: Re: AAE7b: The long and short of it
On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 15:14:11 -0700
Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010477
>On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 17:00:22 -0400
>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010476
>
>>On Thurs, 14 June 2K1, Roland X Said
>>
>> /"...OH. My."/ He looks at the crystal blades for a long moment.
>>/"Are those...psychoactive?"/
>
>"/Nah, the vibro-effect simply starts three seconds after the sword
>is picked up and grasped. Some experimentation with Electrokinesis
>*could* allow you to override this, I guess. {mental shrug}/"
Roland shakes his head, still a little dazed. /"I meant the crystal
that makes up the blades, actually, sib. I can..._feel_...it."/
> Consider yourself "peanuted" for that subject line, Sib! ;^D
>
(OOC: 'Ping!' I was wondering if anyone would get that. For
those who didn't, BTW, "Daisho" is the Japanese term for the paired
katana/wakizashi. Literally, however, it means long/short. ;^)
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Subject: Re: AAE7b: The long and short of it
On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 21:54:13 -0500
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010478
>On Thurs, 14 June 2K1, Roland X Said
>
> Roland shakes his head, still a little dazed. /"I meant the
>crystal that makes up the blades, actually, sib. I can..._feel_
>...it."/
"/Well... " answers the multi-hued Immortal adolecent hatchling Ruby
Fire Dragon, "the blades, themselves, are constructed from is a 0-gee
grown, single-strand crystal compound which is made-up primarily of
clear quartz. So they could be naturally psychoactive but they weren't
specifically 'enchanted' to be such, no. Unless, you've somehow just
'awakened' them, yourself, just now. Which is to say they were
constructed through nano-magitech not _Rune_ nano-magitech, if that
helps at all./"
Dhyclhanc constructed them using the production capabilities
afforded to him by the combination Magick and Nanotech that Fuzzy gave
him ("nano-magiteck), this, in particular, is why he could get the
crystal blades on the swords to be both mono-molecularly sharp as well
as serrated at the molecular-level, the same time.
OTOH, there were no specific, or particular, enhantments made on the
blades themselves.
In addition, by the fact that there were no special enhantments made
to either blade then none of Dhyrclhanc's style of " 'Rune' " magick
could've been invested into the blades.
IOW, the RIFTS (& Palladium)-style "Rune-Magic", FYI, means that the
essence of a living-being is invested and/or has been invested into
the item. Dhyrclhanc's "Rune-nanomagitech" means that at the
molecular- (and sometimes sub-molecular) level the item becomes the
equivalent of a "printed-circut" AI computer, in addtion to whatever
else it's supposed to do, and, in GURPS terms, is "awakened" and, AFA
at least it's personality is concerned, they would be
indistinguishable from any other sentinent being (ex: "Need" from
Misty Lackey's "Oathbound" books plus the "Mage Winds" books and "By
the Sword". Although "Need" is definetly, and obviously, "Rune-Magic"
and _not_ "Rune nano-magitech".). I hope that helps a little more.
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Subject: Re: AAE7b: The long and short of it
On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 23:02:07 -0500
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010481
>On Thurs, 14 June 2K1, Roland X Said
>
>>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said
>>
>>"Hold it, Bro." interupts Dhyrclhanc, his form flickers for a second
>>and then he's back.
>>
>>"Sorry, I had some arangements to make."
>
> Roland blinks, head cocked to one side as he regards his sib
>curiously.
???
> Roland chuckles. /"Sib, I already have a 'God Gun.' I just don't
>use it much."/ Still, to humor his draconic 'brother,' he fiddles
>with the box until...
^ooo And since how long have you had a Buro Godhammer, sib? {mental
picture of a auto-pistol that looks like a Desert Eagle on Steriods,
constructed of some sort of strange-looking plastic/ceramic and
rubber-like materials} ooo^ jibes Dhyrclhanc.
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Subject: Re: AAE7b: Back to the TARDIS (Longish)
On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 23:55:38 -0500
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010482
>On Thurs, 14 June 2001, "Xander Opal" Said
>
>>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said
>>
>>>Roland X wrote
>>>
>>> Roland ponders. /"Hm. Hundred meter sphere. Thanks, Scott. Okay,
>>>folx, I think it'd be best to start with a zone defense. Pair
>>>up--yes, Roger, you can go with Rio--and spread out once we get in.
>>>I'm not _certain_ we're going to run into trouble, but when _don't_
>>>we?"/
^* "R.J.", that reminds me, when we get back remind me to give you
that hover-cycle you wanted. *^
>>Dhyrclhanc sticks his head, and neck, back out through the plane of
>>the X-Window.
>>
>>"Xander, niece; you and me?" then, blinking, he shifts his focus
>>onto his adopted brother, "Roland, bro, who are you pairing up
>>with?"
That should've been "you with me?"
>"Sure, Uncle DC!" sie calls, then shifts over to hir
>'anthro-dragon-sized' robot-form, faint rattles and clicks emnating
>from hir as various systems check themselves out. "'Fraid I don't
>know much about TARDISes, though. Anything aside from my antimatter
>gun I shouldn't fire off in there?" sie asks hir uncle-by-adoption,
>as the transformer/lensdragon steps through the X-window.
@All TARDISes, "niece",@ explains the Lens-T'Skrang @presuming they
are functioning correctly, have mechanisms that render almost all
energy weapons non-operative when brought inside. Still, I would keep
that "anti-matter gun" of yours under wraps, just to be safe.
Essentially, normal "in-flight" boarding party rules apply; the best
weapons are blades and projectile weapons. However, in this case -- at
least , the latter need to be non-explosive in nature.@
@I am sorry that I do not have any gaus-weapons you can use but I _do_
have a blade I can lend you.@
Dhyrclhanc reaches into his cloak and pulls out a human-sized
wakizashi.
The scabard and handle are mother-of-pearl white, the handle is
covered with interlaced black eel-skin. Underneath the eel-skin, on
each side of the handle are the minature carving of an oriental
dragon, seemingly carved from gold with a chip of jade for it's eye.
If Xander pulls the blade half-way from the scabard, the blade will be
an almost white-colored silver and the tsuba and the pommel piece are
an almost gold-colored brass. The blade is also covered, or at least
what Xander can see of it, with japapanese script. The sword feels
warm to the touch.
Xander, e-mail me privately if you want to know what the blade
is and what it does. Dhyrclhanc won't feel bad if you decline to use
it, however.
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE7b: Present Simple, TARDIS Ride Boards Here
On Fri, 15 Jun 2001 07:35:25 EDT
SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00010486
>In a message dated 6/13/01 10:57:05 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
>technomagetimelord writes:
>
> Mike watched Tink head over to the table with the cat carrier on
>it, where Schroedinger was batting at a bookmark tassle.
> /"Okay, we're moving out soon as we're ready."/
Mike, along with each other member of the field team, get approched
by Ken-doll sized Rogers soaked with Speed Force. Mike's own Roger
tugs a bit plaintively on his trouser cuff. "II *ccoouulldd* jjuusstt
hhaanngg oonnttoo yyoouurr aannkkllee, UUnnccaaMMiikkee," he pipes up,
voice blurry with surpressed speed effects, "bbuutt iitt''dd
pprroobbaabbllyy bbee eeaassiieerr oonn yyoouurr sshhoouullddeerr."
OOC: in the interest of saving everyone's eyeballs, and my fingers,
I'm going to just type the Rogers' dialogue normally from here on out.
You'll have to fill in the bblluurr on your own. (:)
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE7b: Back to the TARDIS
On Fri, 15 Jun 2001 11:57:21 -0700
Squee Said As CAoL Message # 00010487
>On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 11:42:21 -0700
>Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010471
>
> /"Damn it, Jim, I'm a Lensman, not a Doctor!"/ Roland cracks, his
>DeForrest Kelley imitation not nearly as good as his Nimoy one. ;^)
Jim blinks once, then twice at Roland with a blank expresson on his
face, "We had not perviously surmised any medical training on your
part, but the possibility had been computed base don your more
fantastic abilties. Your shortcoming has now been filed though for
future reference."
heheh I Couldn't help it!
> Roland ponders. /"Hm. Hundred meter sphere. Thanks, Scott. Okay,
>folx, I think it'd be best to start with a zone defense. Pair up
>yes, Roger, you can go with Rio--and spread out once we get in. I'm
>not _certain_ we're going to run into trouble, but when _don't_ we?"/
> (OOC: Quick recap: Who's going? 'Pairing up' with your own
>characters for those with more than one is fine, for the folx who
>want to avoid having to coordinate with another writer. 8^)
Jim looks to Roland, 'We are unertain, who should we be pairing up
with? We can pair up with outself if there is no one available..." He
seems to shimmer a bit nad flow and then 2 jims are standing there,
each 4 feet tall. They flow back together to a full sized Jim once
more.
=================================
Subject: AAE7b: TARDIS Troupe
On Sat, 16 Jun 2001 19:55:43 -0400
Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00010492
Mike switched the device on (if it wasn't already) before
Dhyrclhanc entered the X-window, smiled as Roland put his hand on his
shoulder where he'd put the mini-Roger, and took a deep breath.
"Jim, I'd suggest you come along with each group, since you can.
Roger and Rio could probably use someone watching their backs, DC and
Xander also, and since I'll be busy with the controls, a couple people
watching my back wouldn't hurt. I don't think we'll see any trouble,
but I trust Roland's instincts. This is an enemy's ship we'll be
boarding, even if I know it as well as they do."
Stepping through the window puts one in a white room, round disks
set in the wall, with a matching set of double doors in the far wall.
This room looks like it was a utilitarian bedroom, nothing terribly
interesting. Everything seems packed up and gone.
"Voyd's sleeping quarters; through that door is the room with the
Eye of Harmony," Mike said, then walked up to the doors. He paused a
moment, then threw them open and looked out across the large room
beyond.
The room was enourmous, decorated as plainly as the room they'd
just left and easily as big as two football fields, with a massive
square hole in the center from which a brilliant white light glowed. A
white pedestal rose out of the floor nearby with a black control
surface and multicolored Star Trek control panels glowing brightly,
currently reading .99 seconds to detonation.
Also nearby was an arm, holding a lightsaber that was still
glowing, with a silver ring on the ring finger. Mike rubbed his right
arm reflexively. A pair of legs were also nearby, shoes and pantlegs
still intact. There was no blood, the wounds had been cauterized. A
broken tank was in the corner, it's liquid spilled on the floor, the
portion still upright had a smaller pair of legs floating there, again
the wounds were cauterized. There was some blood and shattered glass
on the floor under the broken section of tank. Whatever had cut it had
made it clean all the way through. In the opposite corner were a pair
of bodies, their throats slit. Molly, the brunette, had a cut noose
around her neck, the rope hung from the ceiling above. Anna, the one
with the electric blue hair, had a gun worthy of the Space Marines in
the Aliens movie, its clip still one shot from fully loaded, according
to the LED readout. A splash of blood was on the floor further along,
a second a few feet away, both giving trails that ran right over the
edge leading to the Eye of Harmony. A Minbari fighting pike lay at the
start of the trail.
"The... Eye of Harmony is down there, in the pit," Mike started,
then quickly blurted, "Well actually its the branch of monoblocks Seth
was holding but..." then just stopped and drug in a ragged breath.
"Okay, keep away from the pit, I'll set the timer on the console, it
should extend into the room we just left and just cover..." His hand
swept from Molly and Anna to the fighting pike then to the lightsaber,
leaving out the tank in the other corner, then it flopped to his side.
"If someone gets the chance, I'd like the ring and the fighting
pike. The lightsaber's junk, I cobbled it together from spare parts,
and the gun's Anna's, handy if you're fighting aliens."
Mike shook his head, he was babbling, then went to the console
and set Scott's device down in a recess with the timer facing up so it
could be read easily. Then he looked at the console and started
working.
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE7b: TARDIS Troupe
On Sat, 16 Jun 2001 23:36:33 -0500
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010493
Dhyrclhanc has set-up a small nanalloy and synth-leather chair for his
"mini-Roger" strapped onto his left shoulder, complete with
safety-belt.
While moving through the TARDIS, he re-sheaths Redemption at his back
and switches the black-leather glove that he was wearing on his right,
three-digited, hand with an almost bright-red one with a small set of
controls at the inside wrist that resemble nothing more than a series
of three glass marbles set into a small track at the glove's inside
wrist.
He then gestures with his left hand and the nano- based "miracle-fog"
pours out of his left arm, coalescing into a large gun that looked
like some insane engineer's dream combination of a gatling-style
mini-gun and a M-950 "Calico" auto-pistol with "mini-gat" written on
the side of it's over-sized barrel.
He welcomes the Jim that will be tagging along with him and Xander
with a grin.
Then, he almost doesn't blanche at the sight of the bodies, and body
parts, in the room with the Eye of Harmony. But when Mike mentions the
ring and the Minbari fighting pike he begins to study them intently.
As Mike begins to study the controls he hears the echoing noise of
three popping sounds, two far away and one almost right on top of him.
When he looks up next, the ring and the pike, in it's collapsed state
will be resting on top of the dais.
Dhyrclhanc meets his gaze with a sheepish grin.
Then, Dhyrclhanc manipulates the controls on his right-glove and
brings into being a disc-shaped, translucent energy shield centered at
his right wrist. The shield has three stripes along it's outer rim,
two red and the center one is white, and the center of the shield is a
navy blue circle with a white star embedded within. The shield comes
into being with a low hum.
Once again drawing Redemption from it's sheath on his back, he turns
to Xander and asks, "How are you holding up, 'niece'?"
=================================
Subject: AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings)
On Sun, 17 Jun 2001 01:07:06 -0700
Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010495
>On Sat, 16 Jun 2001 19:55:43 -0400
>Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00010492
>
> The room was enourmous, decorated as plainly as the room they'd
>just left and easily as big as two football fields, with a massive
>square hole in the center from which a brilliant white light glowed.
>A white pedestal rose out of the floor nearby with a black control
>surface and multicolored Star Trek control panels glowing brightly,
>currently reading .99 seconds to detonation.
Roland cocks his head to one side. "Ah."
> Also nearby was an arm, holding a lightsaber that was still
>glowing, with a silver ring on the ring finger. Mike rubbed his right
>arm reflexively. A pair of legs were also nearby, shoes and pantlegs
>still intact. There was no blood, the wounds had been cauterized.
[Light. That explains the cybernetics.] Roland's hand makes and
unmakes a fist reflexively.
>A broken tank was in the corner, it's liquid spilled on the floor,
>the portion still upright had a smaller pair of legs floating there,
>again the wounds were cauterized. There was some blood and shattered
>glass on the floor under the broken section of tank. Whatever had cut
>it had made it clean all the way through.
Roland's lips tighten into a thin line, but otherwise he scans the
area professionally. (Apparently, he _has_ seen worse.) /"PK and ESP
reading all clear,"/ he reports.
>In the opposite corner were a pair of bodies, their throats slit.
Roland's eyes grow a touch harder and his mouth tightens further,
but his expression is otherwise steady.
> "The... Eye of Harmony is down there, in the pit," Mike started,
>then quickly blurted, "Well actually its the branch of monoblocks
>Seth was holding but..." then just stopped and drug in a ragged
>breath. "Okay, keep away from the pit, I'll set the timer on the
>console, it should extend into the room we just left and just
>cover..." His hand swept from Molly and Anna to the fighting pike
>then to the lightsaber, leaving out the tank in the other corner,
>then it flopped to his side.
Roland nods. He starts to use his PK to gather up the ring and the
pike (but Dhyrclhanc beats him to it 8^).
> "If someone gets the chance, I'd like the ring and the fighting
>pike. The lightsaber's junk, I cobbled it together from spare parts,
>and the gun's Anna's, handy if you're fighting aliens."
Roland just nods, and the bodies and severed limbs are covered in
any available tarp that moves by itself. (Yes, that's his TK.)
> Mike shook his head, he was babbling, then went to the console
>and set Scott's device down in a recess with the timer facing up so
>it could be read easily. Then he looked at the console and started
>working.
Roland walked up to Mike, keeping watch as he worked.
^How you holding up?^ he asked in a tight send across the link.
Elsewhere/when...
"Prince Thratchen?"
Thratchen looked up from the humans it had been examining and
looked at the small comm unit plugged into its arm. "You have, I
trust, better news this time than last, Aras-benHav?" The recently
raised Demon Lord annoyed Thratchen on occasion with that smug tone,
not to mention a...gender preference. Aras had essentially focused on
'his' male form. It was disgusting. Gender is...a _human_ trait. But
Aras was amazingly loyal and undeniably brilliant--the qualities of a
perfect subordinate.
Thratchen could almost hear the satisfaction in his voice. "I have
an insertion pattern, my Prince."
Thratchen smiled broadly and waved the slave salesdemon off. "We
will discuss price later. Yes, yes, I'm interested in the lot of them,
they'll make fine soldiers when properly chip-slotted, but I have
other things to attend to at this time." The techno-demon considered
arguing, but the horrific light of hate-filled glee in Thratchen's
eyes frightened even a demon away.
A moment and gesture later, Thratchen appeared in the laboratory
from hell. Humans with computer chips protruding from their skulls
scurried away in terror. "How much warning do they have in this
insertion calculation?"
Aras pointed at Rio on the screen. "Thirty seconds, and their
actions indicate no knowledge of the actual location or nature of the
insertion." He spat and pointed at the Esctatic. "She knows the
general direction of the insertion and that it is not in the same
room...accursed Race mage...but nothing more. Of course, their
paranoia will cause them to investigate, but from what I gather from
body language and your profiles, their leader's caution will allow us
to bring the full group through without interference."
Thratchen nodded in satisfaction. "Audio?"
Aras growled and shook his head. "I'm afraid not, great Prince.
Much of their communication is untappable in any case."
Thratchen nodded again, scratching the edge of its cyber-eye. "The
dragons?"
"The real threat, of course," Aras sighed. "One is even like...most
of our kind, a hermaphrodite. The other is a living arsenal. Both are
capable of technomagic, though of a vastly different type than our
occultech equipment."
Thratchen waved its hand dismissively. "That's why everyone going
with you is expendable. Gospog, human cyflyers, a few uppity alphas
and their submissives. Your only mission, Aras, is to gather
information on their tactics, anything you can get about the
technology of these...Time Lords, and get out alive. Any pain
inflicted on that thrice-damned stormer Roland X is a mere bonus."
Aras smiled. "He is for later, Thratchen?"
Thratchen frowned deeply. "Oh yes," it growled. "Much later. After
his suffering has become legendary. After he has watched his old lover
Hachi-Mara Two scream for death. After I have personally flayed the
skin from his new lover and made her one of my cyflyers. After his
precious heroic alliances have shattered. Then will I rip his immortal
power from his ruined form and put an end to him.
"But only when the time is right." The demon prince waved at the
X-Window-like screen showing figures shaped familiarly to the CAoL,
but mapped out in Matrix-like formulae rather than being actual images
of them. "For now, I gather power and knowledge. I will not face him
again personally until I am ready, and neither will you. Gather your
force and go."
Aras bowed, his smile having slipped at the pure malicious fury
Thratchen exuded. "Yes, my Prince."
A few minutes after arrival, back at the TARDIS...
Up until "now," everything had been going smoothly (or at least as
smoothly as it could with bits of friends being visible in profile
beneath the cloth Roland had thrown over them.
Rio blinked, shook her head, and looked down at her MP3 player. By
itself, it had begun to play Pink Floyd's "Time."
Roland, who had been pacing as quietly and gently as he could
(which basically meant keeping his footfalls from echoing throughout
the room) immediately stopped, his head shooting up and swiveling to
look at Rio. /"Problem?"/
Rio frowned slightly. "It's...weird. There's a time glitch somewhere
that way, less than a minute from our 'now,' moving at our speed." She
gestured vaguely at one side of the room. "I...can't get any more than
that, except it's outside the room."
Roland grimaced. /"Well, if it's appearing in 'our' field, it
doesn't have a lot of options, if any. Anyone besides Jim not on the
link? I want to move this strictly to teep." Dhryclhanc, Xander,
you've got point. Mike, how many ways are there into and out of this
room, physically?/
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings)
On Sun, 17 Jun 2001 16:01:04 EDT
SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00010500
>In a message dated 6/17/01 4:13:58 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
>rolandx writes:
>
>> Also nearby was an arm, holding a lightsaber that was still
>>glowing, with a silver ring on the ring finger. Mike rubbed his
>>right arm reflexively. A pair of legs were also nearby, shoes and
>>pantlegs still intact. There was no blood, the wounds had been
>>cauterized.
>
> [Light. That explains the cybernetics.] Roland's hand makes and
>unmakes a fist reflexively.
Some members of the group may feel their personal Micro-Roger's
Kung-Fu Grip tighten a bit. But aside from that, most of the MRs seem
to be almost totally submerged in their SF-communion duties.
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings)
On Sun, 17 Jun 2001 20:06:43 -0500
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010502
>On Sun, 17 Jun 2K1, Roland X Said
>
>Rio blinked, shook her head, and looked down at her MP3 player. By
>itself, it had begun to play Pink Floyd's "Time."
>
> Roland, who had been pacing as quietly and gently as he could
>(which basically meant keeping his footfalls from echoing throughout
>the room) immediately stopped, his head shooting up and swiveling to
>look at Rio. /"Problem?"/
>
>Rio frowned slightly. "It's...weird. There's a time glitch somewhere
>that way, less than a minute from our 'now,' moving at our speed."
>She gestured vaguely at one side of the room. "I...can't get any more
>than that, except it's outside the room."
Dhyrclhanc looks askance at Rio when she says this, the opening bars
of the Bangles' "Hazy Shade of Winter" echoing through the background
of the psi-web
/Time, time, time... what's become of me.../
"Time." repeats Dhyrclhanc, "there are a number of 'nasties' in the
'Whoniverse' who've developed even rudimentary time-travel
capabilities. All of whom would cause this 'Recovery' mission to go
'to Hades in a Handbag' real quick. My suggestion would be that the
most vulnerable organics among us get to the 'rear of the bus', as it
were, while...
> Roland grimaced. /"Well, if it's appearing in 'our' field, it
>doesn't have a lot of options, if any. Anyone besides Jim not on the
>link? I want to move this strictly to teep." Dhryclhanc, Xander,
>you've got point. Mike, how many ways are there into and out of this
>room, physically?/
/... Right, as I was saying, while Xander and I take point. Bro, try
to keep watch for anyone with an evil intent on either Rio and Mike.
Meanwhile.../
Dhyrclhanc tosses his "mini-gat" to Xander.
@Carefull with that "niece", it's loaded with glaser rounds and
currently set to fire a short burst of 36 rounds. There are 120 rounds
in the helical clip and at it's current setting it'll inflict enough
structural damage to make a nice softball-shaped crater in the side of
those nice support pillars that you find in parking garages in your
average American cities. The glaser rounds, however'll do twice that
amount of damage to "soft-targets" so watch where you point it when
you pull the trigger@
At which point, Redemption begins to float in mid-air and the glove
and the force-shield it was generating disappear.
^* Hold on tight, Nephew, this is liable to be a bumpy ride but
there's no sense in taking chances. *^
Dhyrclhanc stage whispers a single word,
"Gyver"
And everyone else, including "Roger" is temporarily blinded by an
expanding sphere of white light.
The last glance that anyone has of Dhyrclhanc, before the sphere
engulfs him is him being replaced by something that looks like Goliath
from the "Disney's 'Gargoyles'"(tm).
(At which point I direct everyone's attention to the attached .gif
file)
If you can imagine Dhyrclhanc wearing this suit of armor (with the
obvious allowances that need to be made as that he's currently also
"wearing" the shape of a T'Skrang, although now one without a tail)
then no more explanation needs to be made.
OTOH, Roger'll come to and find himself inside one of three
camera-like drone units that are currently floating above Dhyrclhanc's
right shoulder.
FWIW, _This_ is the Eidolon War-Wear suit that Dhyrclhanc mentioned
when he first met Jim. Or, at least, it's a copy of it. B^D
and FTR, the green things around his right wrist are remote
multi-function drones, too.
Oh yeah, one last thing, when every one's sight returns the first
several chords of Meat Loaf's "My Life is a Lemon and I Want My Money
Back" begins to riff in the background of the lens-link
/Ooooaaahhhhhhh... I want my Money Back..!/
Can you tell I'm jazzed? I've been listening to "The Very Best
of Meat Loaf". Very Kewl Music, especially for a fight scene. >^D
=================================
Subject: AAE VII: TARDIS Troupe Retcon
On Sun, 17 Jun 2001 23:10:52 -0500
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010506
Sorry, the mini-gat *is* set to fire a short burst but a short burst
is _12_ shots *not* _36_.
Plus that "softball-sized crater" crack *is* the damage that the gun
will do to a _soft-target_, a _hard-target_ would only have a crater
the size of a golf-ball.
Everything else is fine the way I wrote it.
So, Roland, when do the moving targH^H^H^H I mean, the unfriendlies
arrive?
;^)
=================================
Subject: Re:AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings)
On Mon, 18 Jun 2001 11:25:10 -0400
Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00010509
>On Sun, 17 Jun 2001 01:07:06 -0700
>Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010495
>
>>On Sat, 16 Jun 2001 19:55:43 -0400
>>Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00010492
>>
>>A broken tank was in the corner, it's liquid spilled on the floor,
>>the portion still upright had a smaller pair of legs floating there,
>>again the wounds were cauterized. There was some blood and shattered
>>glass on the floor under the broken section of tank. Whatever had
>>cut it had made it clean all the way through.
>
> Roland's lips tighten into a thin line, but otherwise he scans the
>area professionally. (Apparently, he _has_ seen worse.) /"PK and ESP
>reading all clear,"/ he reports.
>>"If someone gets the chance, I'd like the ring and the fighting
>>pike. The lightsaber's junk, I cobbled it together from spare parts,
>>and the gun's Anna's, handy if you're fighting aliens."
>
> Roland just nods, and the bodies and severed limbs are covered in
>any available tarp that moves by itself. (Yes, that's his TK.)
Bedsheets come out of the bedroom and cover the bodies and limbs,
thick blankets for anything with wounds that weren't cauterized.
>>Mike shook his head, he was babbling, then went to the console and
>>set Scott's device down in a recess with the timer facing up so it
>>could be read easily. Then he looked at the console and started
>>working.
>
> Roland walked up to Mike, keeping watch as he worked.
> ^How you holding up?^ he asked in a tight send across the link.
^I'll live,^ Mike thinks, then with a sad grin, he adds, ^I had
to, for Tink's sake. Still do. Just have to keep in mind the future
we're trying for, that this'll just be a bad memory soon enough.^
Mike takes the ring and slips it on. The power sources on the
Spikard were dead, tied to universes within the Eye, and the tap
selection program had crashed, yet again. But it was a link to what
was in the Eye, and as such a useful check to see if Seth was able to
do what he'd promised once he'd been freed.
Mike then took up the Minbari fighting pike reverantly, put it to
his lips, then whispered, "Minbari never give up," before slipping it
onto his belt.
That done, he turned back to his work.
>Rio frowned slightly. "It's...weird. There's a time glitch somewhere
>that way, less than a minute from our 'now,' moving at our speed."
>She gestured vaguely at one side of the room. "I...can't get any more
>than that, except it's outside the room."
>
> Roland grimaced. /"Well, if it's appearing in 'our' field, it
>doesn't have a lot of options, if any. Anyone besides Jim not on the
>link? I want to move this strictly to teep." Dhryclhanc, Xander,
>you've got point. Mike, how many ways are there into and out of this
>room, physically?/
Mike looked up, a string of block computation fading from his
conscious mind, /The room we came from, there... was a hallway, but it
was jettisoned, and the room where the medical bay was being stored,
over there. The room's the size of the Voyager Medbay and computer
core, but only has a single doorway, same size as you'd expect on
Voyager, out to here, with no leads to the rest of the ship. Those
were cut off during the fight, I'll have to forge new ones after the
field's gone down. Nothing else, unless you count the Eye, and once
you pass the plane of the floor out over it, the gravity well curves
faster than a black hole. May I "see", Rio?/
Mike indicated mentally the room they'd left, the other room
along part of the wall before reaching the tank and outside the field,
where a pair of sliding doors were set discreetly, and the Eye as he
mentioned them. If it's something he can scrutinize in some fashion
from Rio, he'll confirm it's not the TARDIS's doing, everything on
that front seems stable enough. Otherwise, he'll hazard a guess that
it isn't the TARDIS doing it, as everything on that front seems stable
enough as best he can tell from within the field.
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings)
On Tue, 19 Jun 2001 14:35:05 -0400
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010513
>On Mon, 18 Jun 2K1, Mike Knight Said
>
> Mike indicated mentally the room they'd left, the other room
>along part of the wall before reaching the tank and outside the
>field, where a pair of sliding doors were set discreetly, and the Eye
>as he mentioned them. If it's something he can scrutinize in some
>fashion from Rio, he'll confirm it's not the TARDIS's doing,
>everything on that front seems stable enough. Otherwise, he'll hazard
>a guess that it isn't the TARDIS doing it, as everything on that
>front seems stable enough as best he can tell from within the field.
As soon as Mike verifies that the temporal instabilities that Rio is
detecting aren't being caused by any of the TARDIS' systems, in one
fluid motion Dhyrclhanc retreives Redemption from where it was
floating in mid-air -- suspended by the Sentinel-Lensdragon's
litterally mountain-shaking TK ability -- sheaths it in the back of
the Eidolon Warwear Suit, where it dissapears like a pebble being
dropped into the surface of a lake, and then manifests his Psi-sword.
Only, this time, instead of his Psi-sword looking like a scottish,
twisted hilt claymore, the frozen emerald psionic energies take the
form of huge two-handed, flamberge, "bearing" sword.
All the while, Meat Loaf's "My Life is a Lemon, I Want my Money Back."
has been playing in the background of the lens-psi-link.
Once Dhyrclhanc's psi-sword becomes "solid", he begins to move
forwards so that whenever whatever it is comes out of the temporal
rift, the Xenotech-Armored "Lens-T'Skrang" will be the first thing
that they see.
At the same time, Dhyrclhanc mental voice speaks up inside of
everyone's head (or heads, in the case of Xander) saying *here take
this* and then handing them what looks like a cross between a high
tension electrical cable and a pair of ultra- modern looking
head-phones.
Those who both accept and who were also present at the battle between
the CAoL and the forces of Black Adam at the Rock of Infinity durring
AAE V will feel a familiar sensation as they hear, louder, "My Life's
a Lemon and I Want my Money Back" in one mental ear and Robbie
Robertson's "Ancestors Song" in the other.
Dhyrclhanc is, once again, invoking the blessings of Hastur, the
Egyptian God of War, to empower him and his allies in the following
battle providing those who might benifit from such effects. All
CAoL-ers present who accepted Dhyrclhanc's "gift" will find themselves
able to react quicker in combat, they will be protecteted from
physical harm as if they had a shield constructed of steel reinforeced
concrete (without the comparative loss of movement and manuverability,
and are now protected from psychic and magickal attacks, domination
attempts, and similar effects as if they had the mental shields and
magickal resistance of a Minor God.
Bring on the crunchies! Wait'll they get
aload of me ]>8=:)
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Subject: Re: AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings)
On Tue, 19 Jun 2001 14:48:55 -0700
Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010514
>On Tue, 19 Jun 2001 14:35:05 -0400
>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010513
>
>>On Mon, 18 Jun 2K1, Mike Knight Said
>>
>> Mike indicated mentally the room they'd left, the other room
>>along part of the wall before reaching the tank and outside the
>>field, where a pair of sliding doors were set discreetly, and the
>>Eye as he mentioned them. If it's something he can scrutinize in
>>some fashion from Rio, he'll confirm it's not the TARDIS's doing,
>>everything on that front seems stable enough. Otherwise, he'll
>>hazard a guess that it isn't the TARDIS doing it, as everything on
>>that front seems stable enough as best he can tell from within the
>>field.
If the TARDIS has any sort of internal sensors, they'll confirm
this.
>At the same time, Dhyrclhanc mental voice speaks up inside of
>everyone's head (or heads, in the case of Xander) saying *here take
>this* and then handing them what looks like a cross between a high
>tension electrical cable and a pair of ultra-modern looking
>head-phones.
Roland 'looks' at the wires dubiously, then accepts the (mental or
literal?) headphones.
>Dhyrclhanc is, once again, invoking the blessings of Hastur, the
>Egyptian God of War, to empower him and his allies in the following
>battle providing those who might benifit from such effects. All
>CAoL-ers present who accepted Dhyrclhanc's "gift" will find
>themselves able to react quicker in combat, they will be protecteted
>from physical harm as if they had a shield constructed of steel
>reinforeced concrete (without the comparative loss of movement and
>manuverability, and are now protected from psychic and magickal
>attacks, domination attempts, and similar effects as if they had the
>mental shields and magickal resistance of a Minor God.
As he does this, Dhyrclhanc can sense a religious/spiritual energy
in opposition to him...if he's faced priests of Set, Apophis, or a
similar deity, it feels similar, otherwise it just feels...wrong.
Then the doors blow open, and an 'acceleration field' merges with
Scott's bubble. Out pour two dozen humans more metal than flesh,
though their modifications are clearly not Borg-related. Even by Borg
standards, the cyberware is...brutal. All chrome and steel rather than
black plastic, these creatures are meant to destroy, not assimilate.
Worse, those with magical senses can tell that the cyberware is
_enchanted._
With the humans are shambling horrors that look like undead zombie
versions of Swamp Thing. Mindless and soulless, they are plant-like
automatons. Two for every human, they stagger forward in a nightmarish
mass.
Behind _them_ are creatures that look familiar to those who "met"
Thratchen. Large winged humanoids with almost as much cybertech as the
humans, with sickly blue-gray skin, they radiate magical and spiritual
power as well as pure malevolence.
Techno-demons.
"Praise the Self-Created!" one of them says, apparently some sort
of monstrous priest. "We're through!" It points at Roland. "The
Prince's enemy! The one who conquers it will be granted a pack! Break
those who submit, and kill all others!"
"Oh light," Roland breathes. "Thratchen." As he surges forward, the
priest snarls something in a stomach-turning language--and the
protection Dhyrclhanc had provided to Roland shatters like glass. The
other demons snarl something about Thratchen doing something to itself
as they start firing lasers, spells, semi-prehensile chains, and other
unpleasantness.
/Yow! Dhyrclhanc, Xander, split up, flank 'em, and hit those demons
hard! Roger, Jim, you're with me. The plant-things are just
bio-robots, but the humans are mind-controlled with implants and
spirit magic, see what you can do! Rio, try to mess up their time
field, but stay _back._ Mike, you can keep working unless they get
close. Techno-demons share a few traits with kzin, like tunnel vision
in combat. LIGHT!/
Three techno-demons make a bee-line for the Freelance Immortal.
> Bring on the crunchies! Wait'll they get
>aload of me ]>8=:)
(OOC: Be careful what you wish for, sib...mua-ha-ha-ha! ;^)
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE7b: Present Simple, TARDIS Ride Boards Here
On Tue, 19 Jun 2001 22:57:07 -0400
"Xander Opal" Said As CAoL Message # 00010516
>On Fri, 15 Jun 2001 07:35:25 EDT
>SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00010486
>
> Mike, along with each other member of the field team, get
>approched by Ken-doll sized Rogers soaked with Speed Force. Mike's
>own Roger tugs a bit plaintively on his trouser cuff. "II
>*ccoouulldd* jjuusstt hhaanngg oonnttoo yyoouurr aannkkllee,
>UUnnccaaMMiikkee," he pipes up, voice blurry with surpressed speed
>effects, "bbuutt iitt''dd pprroobbaabbllyy bbee eeaassiieerr oonn
>yyoouurr sshhoouullddeerr."
Xander smiles down at Mini-Rog, and a hatch pops open in hir chest (as
sie's in robot-mode). Sie offers Roger a hand up; inside, the
hyperactive fellow will find a comfy, well-padded cockpit, with twin
3-D display tanks that show whatever sie's looking at at the time.
"Welcome aboard, cousin."
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE7b: Back to the TARDIS (Longish)
On Tue, 19 Jun 2001 23:09:51 -0400
"Xander Opal" Said As CAoL Message # 00010517
>On Thu, 14 Jun 2001 23:55:38 -0500
>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010482
>
>Dhyrclhanc reaches into his cloak and pulls out a human-sized
>wakizashi.
>
>The scabard and handle are mother-of-pearl white, the handle is
>covered with interlaced black eel-skin. Underneath the eel-skin, on
>each side of the handle are the minature carving of an oriental
>dragon, seemingly carved from gold with a chip of jade for it's eye.
>If Xander pulls the blade half-way from the scabard, the blade will
>be an almost white-colored silver and the tsuba and the pommel piece
>are an almost gold-colored brass. The blade is also covered, or at
>least what Xander can see of it, with japapanese script. The sword
>feels warm to the touch.
Before Xander accepts the blade, sie holds up one finger in a 'wait'
gesture; in response to hir uncle-by-adoption's curosity (and that of
any onlookers), sie opens up hir mind:
]directory: weapons/melee/ancient/Japanese/wakazashi/manuals
]load wakazashi_use.exe
]run
]working...
]programs installed
The whole process takes only a few seconds; and is rather reminiscent
of the 'load flight program' scene from the Matrix. Xander bows to DC,
carefully, and quite respectuflly taking the sheathed blade in hir
hands. Sie does indeed inspect the blade, nodding with a (now expert)
eye, and smiles warmly. "Thank you for the loan of this blade, Uncle,"
sie says, clipping the scabbard to hir waist in the proper position.
"I'm sure we'll do fine."
Further, and almost absently, some odd noises and subtle shiftings, of
hir forearms and back occurs; the X-buster and 'nanolathe' on hir
forearms are replaced by scaled-down cannon, and a nice, heavy-looking
minigun has extruded from hir back, ready to flip up into position
between hir necks.
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE7b: TARDIS Troupe
On Tue, 19 Jun 2001 23:23:07 -0400
"Xander Opal" Said As CAoL Message # 00010518
>Then, Dhyrclhanc manipulates the controls on his right-glove and
>brings into being a disc-shaped, translucent energy shield centered
>at his right wrist. The shield has three stripes along it's outer
>rim, two red and the center one is white, and the center of the
>shield is a navy blue circle with a white star embedded within. The
>shield comes into being with a low hum.
>
>Once again drawing Redemption from it's sheath on his back, he turns
>to Xander and asks, "How are you holding up, 'niece'?"
The currently mechanical dragon gives a somewhat airy wave, hir heads
looking mostly to both right and left, giving hir a nearly 360-degree
field of view. "Right now, it's just data. The time to worry'll be
when it's all over.
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings)
On Tue, 19 Jun 2001 23:44:42 -0400
"Xander Opal" Said As CAoL Message # 00010519
>On Sun, 17 Jun 2001 20:06:43 -0500
>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010502
>
>Dhyrclhanc stage whispers a single word,
>
>"Gyver"
>
>And everyone else, including "Roger" is temporarily blinded by an
>expanding sphere of white light.
>
>The last glance that anyone has of Dhyrclhanc, before the sphere
>engulfs him is him being replaced by something that looks like
>Goliath from the "Disney's 'Gargoyles'"(tm).
Xander blinks at the bright light, armored shutters clacking over hir
visual sensors.
"Erm. Ow."
Sie then ponders the gun hir uncle just tossed hir. Nice, though sie
packs stuff with nastier punches already-- part of hir Bolo nature,
really. With a 'whatthehell' shrug, sie attaches the weapon to hir
left forearm, the autocannon there dissolving in nanos, to be re-grown
on hir right arm.
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings)
On Wed, 20 Jun 2001 00:04:24 -0400
"Xander Opal" Said As CAoL Message # 00010522
>On Tue, 19 Jun 2001 14:35:05 -0400
>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010513
>
>Dhyrclhanc is, once again, invoking the blessings of Hastur, the
>Egyptian God of War, to empower him and his allies in the following
>battle providing those who might benifit from such effects. All
>CAoL-ers present who accepted Dhyrclhanc's "gift" will find
>themselves able to react quicker in combat, they will be protecteted
>from physical harm as if they had a shield constructed of steel
>reinforeced concrete (without the comparative loss of movement and
>manuverability, and are now protected from psychic and magickal
>attacks, domination attempts, and similar effects as if they had the
>mental shields and magickal resistance of a Minor God.
>
> Bring on the crunchies! Wait'll they get
>aload of me ]>8=:)
Xander considers, then shakes hir heads.
"No need, Uncle... I'm of a line of machines where the control centers
thereof have, on occassion, survived millenia. Now, unless someone
starts slinging antimatter, and dino-killer-sized mental jackhammer
attacks, I think I'm good. Thanks for the offer, though."
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings)
On Wed, 20 Jun 2001 00:23:56 -0400
"Xander Opal" Said As CAoL Message # 00010523
>On Tue, 19 Jun 2001 14:48:55 -0700
>Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010514
>
>>On Tue, 19 Jun 2001 14:35:05 -0400
>>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010513
>>
>> Bring on the crunchies! Wait'll they
>>get aload of me ]>8=:)
>
> (OOC: Be careful what you wish for, sib...mua-ha-ha-ha! ;^)
(OOC: Or, as Nemo'd likely say, 'as you wish'... *G*)
@Sure thing, Uncle Roland,@ Xander sends over the Lens-link, as sie
dances hir eight-foot-plus form to one side and draws the sword,
somehow melding hir hand around the grip in a way such that sie'd have
to loose the arm to loose the sword. The multibarreled weapon snaps up
into position, the barrels already spinning as a Clack signals the
ammo-feed aligning. Sie takes aim with hir arm-cannons, and the gun DC
lent hir, and....
VWHEEEEEEECRACRACRABBOOOOMMCRACRACRACRACRACRABBOOOOMM!!!
That refrain sounds for a while. as Xander probes the incoming
baddies' bodies with high-velocity, explosive, armor-piercing shells,
gatling pouring out extremely-high-density depleted uranium shells
sheathed with neutronium dense-pack. No empties fall to the floor--
the mechadragon using caseless ammo. And whatever DC's 'little' gun
fires, natch, sie sprays out. Hard points are avoided, no shot hitting
a well-protected area more than once, as the combat machine learns
from mistakes, in increments of thousandths of a second for each
decision made.
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings) (Long)
On Wed, 20 Jun 2001 00:32:32 -0500
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010524
>On Tue, 19 June 2K1, Roland X Said
>
>>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said
(... and now boys and girls, can you say
"supercalifragilisticespialdocious" (sp?!) ;^)
>>Dhyrclhanc is, once again, invoking the blessings of Hastur, the
>>Egyptian God of War, to empower him and his allies in the following
>>battle providing those who might benifit from such effects. All
>>CAoL-ers present who accepted Dhyrclhanc's "gift" will find
>>themselves able to react quicker in combat, they will be protecteted
>>from physical harm as if they had a shield constructed of steel
>>reinforeced concrete (without the comparative loss of movement and
>>manuverability, and are now protected from psychic and magickal
>>attacks, domination attempts, and similar effects as if they had
>>the mental shields and magickal resistance of a Minor God.
>
> As he does this, Dhyrclhanc can sense a religious/spiritual energy
>in opposition to him...if he's faced priests of Set, Apophis, or a
>similar deity, it feels similar, otherwise it just feels...wrong.
Sorry, Sib, the only Apophis that Dhyrclhanc is aware of the
the dead "Goauld" who's forces he faught against with the Asguard of
an SG-1 Alterverse (hey, where'd you think the new suit came from?!).
The others he knows only by reputation. OTOH, given his low-level
"harmony with the Tao", I figure that both his "Cosmic Awareness" and
"Danger/Combat Sense" are now going off loud enough to give him a
headache. TOA, he now knows the major limitation of all of the
opponents that he currently faces...Well sib? No need to keep me in
suspense (hint!)(hint!)
> "Oh light," Roland breathes. "Thratchen." As he surges forward,
>the priest snarls something in a stomach-turning language--and the
>protection Dhyrclhanc had provided to Roland shatters like glass. The
>other demons snarl something about Thratchen doing something to
>itself as they start firing lasers, spells, semi-prehensile chains,
>and other unpleasantness.
> /Yow! Dhyrclhanc, Xander, split up, flank 'em, and hit those
>demons hard! Roger, Jim, you're with me. The plant-things are just
>bio-robots, but the humans are mind-controlled with implants and
>spirit magic, see what you can do! Rio, try to mess up their time
>field, but stay _back._ Mike, you can keep working unless they get
>close. Techno-demons share a few traits with kzin, like tunnel vision
>in combat. LIGHT!/
^ooo Is there something that I should know that you're not telling me,
sib? ooo^ sends Dhyrclhanc over the private link he shares with his
adopted brother and sister as a blue-white energy force bolt/blast
from his right gauntlet slams into the mouth of the most powerfull of
the "Techno-Demons", who now litterally knows what it feels like to be
hit in the teeth with an Admatium Steel baseball-bat.
> Three techno-demons make a bee-line for the Freelance Immortal.
*OH NO YOU DON'T! THAT'S MY BROTHER YOU'RE PICKING ON THERE!*
A wave-like Force-Wall of low-cosmic-level TK plows into each and
every one of the attackers with enough of an impact to send them all
back a distance of several yards, if not more. Any living attacker
whose constitution is comparitively less than that of a low-level
demi-god is immediately knocked unconcious. OTOH, in turn, the
plant-based "bio-bots" are probably on the recieving end of some
pretty significant structural damage.
(FTR, Dhyrclhanc's TK allows him to move 1000 tons, and some change,
of matter so exactly how far the entire mass of the Spearhead was
moved is obviously up to our honorabH^H^H^H^H^, I mean _honored_
meta-GM-du-jur.)
Whether or not this accomplishes Dhyrclhanc's secondary goal of at
least temporoarily clogging up the time-space Rift that the Infernal
Vanguard is pouring out of remains to be seen.
Then, using a combination of the Movement Enhancement provided him
from the armor and his own "Combat Teleport", the Sentinel-Lensdragon
"Translates" himself to the front-line of combat -- Between the horde
of Stygian "Magitech" interlopers and the rest of the CAoLers present.
"These beings are under my protection," he announces in a formal
sounding voice, "I will give you one opportunity to back down and
return to whatever Hades spawned you, otherwise you will only have
yourselves to blame."
As he speaks, he holds out his Psi-sword, now seemingly converted to
"living" emerald psionic flame -- currently generating the light and
heat of a solar flare, holding it like a lesser being would hold a
crucifix.
Then, as if to emphasize his point, the three remote weapon platforms
that had been hovering over his right shoulder float out and above the
veritable pack of wolves still straining against Dhyrclhanc's quantum
TK-based force wall. Whereupon they unleash a wide-angle wash of
energies up and down the neural spectrum but mostly based on the
alpha-bands and powerfull enough to put an already raging herd of
T-Rexes into deep slumber.
> (OOC: Be careful what you wish for, sib...mua-ha-ha-ha! ;^)
Sheesh! You ain't just whistling "Dixie" there, are you sib?
BTW, Tag, you're it! 8^D
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Subject: Re: AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings)
On Wed, 20 Jun 2001 13:40:29 -0700
Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010526
>On Wed, 20 Jun 2001 00:23:56 -0400
>"Xander Opal" Said As CAoL Message # 00010523
>
>VWHEEEEEEECRACRACRABBOOOOMMCRACRACRACRACRACRABBOOOOMM!!!
>That refrain sounds for a while. as Xander probes the incoming
>baddies' bodies with high-velocity, explosive, armor-piercing shells,
>gatling pouring out extremely-high-density depleted uranium shells
>sheathed with neutronium dense-pack. No empties fall to the floor--
>the mechadragon using caseless ammo. And whatever DC's 'little' gun
>fires, natch, sie sprays out. Hard points are avoided, no shot
>hitting a well-protected area more than once, as the combat machine
>learns from mistakes, in increments of thousandths of a second for
>each decision made.
The first two techno-demons, or "Tharkoldu," to face this barrage
are blown to smithereens in moments. Their own armor and firepower is
woefully inadequate against such an assault, and it doesn't take long
for Xander's overwhelming precision firepower to do the job. Their
attacks barely "scratch the paint" on Xander's armored body.
The remaining Tharkoldu get sneaky fast.
Sorcery comes into play, displacement effects the first to come
into play. Then spells kick in to enhance their evasive ability, and
while their weapons are more powerful than their attack spells, soon
various attempts to transmute Xander's armor or disrupt hir systems
are thrown in for spice.
"Is it one of us?" one of the hermaphroditic, winged,
techno-magical beings whispers to a companion.
"Kill now, ponder later," its companion snarls back quietly.
Meanwhile...
>On Wed, 20 Jun 2001 00:32:32 -0500
>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010524
>
>TOA, he now knows the major limitation of all of the opponents that
>he currently faces...
Well, sib, at the point you wrote this, you weren't _facing_ any
opponents yet.
As for the weaknesses of the Tharkoldu...they don't have many.
Their one detectable vulnerability is their dependence on magical
energy--though they brought plenty of their own, and have occultech
devices called "LifeCyber" that provide this energy if the ambient
magic level is too low. (These devices turn physical energy into
magical. ;^)
>>Rio, try to mess up their time field, but stay _back._
/Sil, you're covering Rio./
Sil sighs dramatically as the chain gun pops out, though she winks
at Rio as she does so. /Aw, meatloaf again?/
>^ooo Is there something that I should know that you're not telling
>me, sib? ooo^ sends Dhyrclhanc over the private link he shares with
>his adopted brother and sister as a blue-white energy force
>bolt/blast from his right gauntlet slams into the mouth of the most
>powerfull of the "Techno-Demons", who now litterally knows what it
>feels like to be hit in the teeth with an Admatium Steel
>baseball-bat.
ooo^Nothing relevant--gnn--^ooo Power flares around the Defender as
he flires off blasts of force. ooo^--I helped Mara--Hachi Mara-Two, an
old friend of mine--against a techno-demon prince named Thratchen, and
now it hates my guts.^ooo
>A wave-like Force-Wall of low-cosmic-level TK plows into each and
>every one of the attackers with enough of an impact to send them all
>back a distance of several yards, if not more. Any living attacker
>whose constitution is comparitively less than that of a low-level
>demi-god is immediately knocked unconcious. OTOH, in turn, the
>plant-based "bio-bots" are probably on the recieving end of some
>pretty significant structural damage.
The cyborgs and Tharkoldu are flung back, but not seriously damaged
or disrupted. The plant-things are torn to shreds, but more of them
keep pouring forward. The three Tharkoldu that had been heading for
Roland look at Dhyrclhanc, back at the priest, snarl something about
"To heaven with this pav," and bolt.
>(FTR, Dhyrclhanc's TK allows him to move 1000 tons, and some change,
>of matter so exactly how far the entire mass of the Spearhead was
>moved is obviously up to our honorabH^H^H^H^H^, I mean _honored_
>meta-GM-du-jur.)
(Sib, sib, sib...they were ready for _Roland._ Who outstrips his
draconic 'brother' in exactly one area...psychokinesis. They are
technologically, magically and spiritually shielded against such
effects. The plant-things, aka gospog, aren't, but they're
fire-and-forget crunchies. 8^)
>Whether or not this accomplishes Dhyrclhanc's secondary goal of at
>least temporoarily clogging up the time-space Rift that the Infernal
>Vanguard is pouring out of remains to be seen.
Yep...though the gospog aren't particularly picky about what they
attack, tearing through their own, as well as trying to do the same
through the cyborgs, with blithe ignorance. A few of the plant-things
coming through in the second wave seem to be a bit better armed and
armored.
>Then, using a combination of the Movement Enhancement provided him
>from the armor and his own "Combat Teleport", the Sentinel-Lensdragon
>"Translates" himself to the front-line of combat -- Between the horde
>of Stygian "Magitech" interlopers and the rest of the CaoLers
>present.
Roland frowns and teleports to the flanking position he'd send the
Lensdragon to, fighting off a largish techno-demon. /I appreciate the
rescue, sib, but what part of 'flank' don't you understand?/
>"These beings are under my protection," he announces in a formal
>sounding voice, "I will give you one opportunity to back down and
>return to whatever Hades spawned you, otherwise you will only have
>yourselves to blame."
The gospog and cyborgs are completely unimpressed by this display.
(Of course, they're completely mindless as well, so... ;^) The
techno-demons look a bit concerned, however.
Except the priest-type, who chuckles like glass and razorwire being
ground in a cement mixer.
>As he speaks, he holds out his Psi-sword, now seemingly converted to
>"living" emerald psionic flame -- currently generating the light and
>heat of a solar flare, holding it like a lesser being would hold a
>crucifix.
I hope that's hyperbole, sib, because otherwise you just turned
everyone in the room--including the other CAoLers--into free-floating
molecules.
The priest holds out its hand, palm up, and a chain shoots straight
up out of a circular port in the center of the palm. It then snakes
through the air, turning the air immediately around it black-hole
black in the process. "You control science, magic, and spirit, you are
a being of magic yourself, almost worthy of being Tharkoldu yourself,
yet you ally with pav _Race_ scum? Pitiful."
>Then, as if to emphasize his point, the three remote weapon platforms
>that had been hovering over his right shoulder float out and above
>the veritable pack of wolves still straining against Dhyrclhanc's
>quantum TK-based force wall. Whereupon they unleash a wide-angle wash
>of energies up and down the neural spectrum but mostly based on the
>alpha-bands and powerfull enough to put an already raging herd of
>T-Rexes into deep slumber.
But not techno-demons or cyborgs, whose neural systems are
hardwired with various controls on that sort of thing, or gospog which
don't sleep.
"Nice toy," the priest snarls. "I have nice toys, too." The chain
shoots out, attacking Dhyrclhanc's psi-sword and trying to 'eat' it by
absorbing and dispersing its energies. (OOC: Consider the blackness
around the chain to be similar to Darkforce from Marvel for this
purpose, sib. It's close enough. ;^) The power of the Tharkoldu's dark
deity seems to be flowing through this priest more fully than before.
It appears to be...offended.
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Subject: GR: AAE 7b: "Doctorin' in the TARDIS" (Retcon) (pt. 1)
On Thu, 21 Jun 2001 14:33:05 -0400
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010528
Unless Roland says that the effects of Dhyrclhanc's "Battle Morale"
spell are completely negated, in its somewhat supressed form the spell
should have the following effects:
1.) Each recipient's chance of balking under the stresses of combat
are now 25% less than they were before.
2.) Each recipient is completely surrounded by a mystical shield equal
to the material strength of aluminum.
3.) Each recipient is provided with a resistance to any form of
debilitating toxin or psychic effect that would prevent them from
operating at full capacity, this resistance being equal to the
material strength of steel reinforced concrete.
4.) Each reciepient can move and fight as if they have skills and
abilities comperable to a combination olympic athlete and a
brown-belt-level martial artist.
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Subject: Re: AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings)
On Fri, 22 Jun 2001 11:05:48 -0700
Squee Said As CAoL Message # 00010531
>On Tue, 19 Jun 2001 14:48:55 -0700
>Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010514
> /Yow! Dhyrclhanc, Xander, split up, flank 'em, and hit those
>demons hard! Roger, Jim, you're with me. The plant-things are just
>bio-robots, but the humans are mind-controlled with implants and
>spirit magic, see what you can do! Rio, try to mess up their time
>field, but stay _back._ Mike, you can keep working unless they get
>close. Techno-demons share a few traits with kzin, like tunnel vision
>in combat. LIGHT!/
> Three techno-demons make a bee-line for the Freelance Immortal.
Jim nods and looks at the attackers.
#form change request. Controller configuration 5374#
#form found. initiating#
Jim's body begins to shimmer and change until The Controller stand
before you all, looking much as he did back in Quaren. "You are fools
to oppose us thusly." his metallic monotone voice is dead on for
sounding like The Controller.
#Antimagic field brought on-line.#
#Confirmed. maintain close field about our body conjoined with
kinetic fields. Shift part of the antimagic field into a beam, conjoin
with Ion lasers in fingertips. advise when readied.#
#alterations made#
#fire at will#
#who's will?#
#shaddup and shoot#
Jim raises his arms and beams fly forth from his fingertips at the
cyborgs, strikign with a mix of energy to disable their cybernetics
and magical components at the same time.
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Subject: Re: re: AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings)(Lengthy)(pt
2)
On Fri, 22 Jun 2001 20:45:13 -0500
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010532
The Darkling Priest probably just recovers, if only psychologically
speaking, from the electrical attack when he gets hit full in the face
with a blinding ray of light being generated by Dhyrclhanc's armor's
right hand.
Suddenly, the air is filled with an almost supernatural keening noise,
quickly identified as coming from the Lensdragon's armor, as the armor
begins to grow slightly larger and more ominous looking.
Simultaneously, in one of the gun drone pods, the "mini-Roger"
assigned to Dhyrclhanc, feels as strange sensation along the edges of
his link with the Speed Force, especially in relation to the seemingly
newfound almost lethal swiftness and grace that the young paradoxical
immortal's draconic Uncle's has recently adopted.
*Hold on Nephew,* he suddenly hears in his mind, *I'm moving you to a
less tenuous local* and the interior of the gun drone is replaces with
a slightly smaller, but much more comfortable hemispheric room.
The "R.J." dupe is sitting in a chair that seem to count the command
chair from the original Enterprise's refit as well as the command
chair from the original Defiant somewhere in it's lineage.
Then the walls light up and broadcast on the walls is a 360-degree
view of the combat going on around him from, he quickly deduces, his
Uncle's perspective, like the command bridge of a Minbari war-cruiser.
*You're in the armor plate on my left shoulder* sends Dhyrclhanc,
before the "mini-Roger" has a chance to ask the question.
Dhyrclhanc once again takes flight, hovering over the largest mass of
Tharkoldu troops in the Room.
[According to my Cosmic Senses, you guys are like me in that we're
both somewhat dependant upon the ambient magicakal energies around us.
Let's see if I can't make you work a little harder for that energy,
hm?]
Dhyrclhanc reaches out with his mind, accessing that Quantum-based
power that allows him to suppress the ambient psi-, quantum-, and
magickal-energies around him.
At least those members of the CAoL around him can feel him reach for
it, but when he tries to utilize it... it's like trying to use a
garden hose when a delivery truck is parked right on top of a portion
of it.
[Tahkis and Palatine, much more of this and I'll have to think about
calling in the Reinforcements]
If Mike looks up at anytime during the firefight, he'll see
Dhyrclhanc's Green Lantern ring sitting on the dais in front of him.
Tied to it is a note reading, "put me on."
Next! B^D
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Subject: Re: re: AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings)(Lenghy!)
On Fri, 22 Jun 2001 20:48:16 -0500
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010533
>On Wed, 20 June 2K1, Roland X Said
>
>>Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010524
>>
>>^ooo Is there something that I should know that you're not telling
>>me, sib? ooo^ sends Dhyrclhanc over the private link he shares with
>>his adopted brother and sister as a blue-white energy force
>>bolt/blast from his right gauntlet slams into the mouth of the most
>>powerful of the "Techno-Demons", who now literally knows what it
>>feels like to be hit in the teeth with an Admatium Steel
>>baseball-bat.
>
> ooo^Nothing relevant--gnn--^ooo Power flares around the Defender
>as he fires off blasts of force. ooo^--I helped Mara--Hachi Mara-Two,
>an old friend of mine--against a techno-demon prince named Thratchen,
>and now it hates my guts.^ooo
^ooo Oh is that all. ooo^ Sends back the Sentinel-Lensdragon, in a
tone that prevents Roland from being able tell if his adopted brother
is joking, or not.
At the same time, the draconic Lensman catches a gospog in the torso
with a snap-kick that nearly rips it in two.
>>A wave-like Force-Wall of low-cosmic-level TK plows into each and
>>every one of the attackers with enough of an impact to send them all
>>back a distance of several yards, if not more. Any living attacker
>>whose constitution is comparatively less than that of a low-level
>>demi-god is immediately knocked unconscious. OTOH, in turn, the
>>plant-based "bio-bots" are probably on the receiving end of some
>>pretty significant structural damage.
>
> The cyborgs and Tharkoldu are flung back, but not seriously
>damaged or disrupted. The plant-things are torn to shreds, but more
>of them keep pouring forward. The three Tharkoldu that had been
>heading for Roland look at Dhyrclhanc, back at the priest, snarl
>something about "To heaven with this pav," and bolt.
What does Dhyrclhanc's Lens translate "pav" into, Roland
>>(FTR, Dhyrclhanc's TK allows him to move 1000 tons, and some change,
>>of matter so exactly how far the entire mass of the Spearhead was
>>moved is obviously up to our honorabH^H^H^H^H^, I mean _honored_
>>meta-GM-du-jur.)
>
> (Sib, sib, sib...they were ready for _Roland._ Who outstrips his
>draconic 'brother' in exactly one area...psychokinesis. They are
>technologically, magically and spiritually shielded against such
>effects. The plant-things, aka gospog, aren't, but they're
>fire-and-forget crunchies. 8^)
Only, IMPNSHO, 'cuz Roland's more familiar with the more subtle
uses of the PK power. Raw power might be another matter, but being in
the center of high-powered melee isn't what I'd call being conducive
to this kind of a debate.
>>Whether or not this accomplishes Dhyrclhanc's secondary goal of at
>>least temporarily clogging up the time-space Rift that the Infernal
>>Vanguard is pouring out of remains to be seen.
>
> Yep...though the gospog aren't particularly picky about what they
>attack, tearing through their own, as well as trying to do the same
>through the cyborgs, with blithe ignorance. A few of the plant-things
>coming through in the second wave seem to be a bit better armed and
>armored.
Or they were untill Dhyrclhanc's Force-Wall-stunt caused some
of them to go back the other way to fetch the Drano, eh sib? ;^)
>>Then, using a combination of the Movement Enhancement provided him
>>from the armor and his own "Combat Teleport", the Sentinel-
>>Lensdragon "Translates" himself to the front-line of combat --
>>Between the horde of Stygian "Magitech" interlopers and the rest of
>>the CAoLers present.
>
> Roland frowns and teleports to the flanking position he'd send the
>Lensdragon to, fighting off a largish techno-demon. /I appreciate the
>rescue, sib, but what part of 'flank' don't you understand?/
/Oh *that* flank. No offence, sib, but I thought you knew me
better than that. I'm a _Sentinel_, I Protect. It's part of the job
contract. In fact, it's like being a Gargoyle./
>>As he speaks, he holds out his Psi-sword, now seemingly converted to
>>"living" emerald psionic flame -- currently generating the light and
>>heat of a solar flare, holding it like a lesser being would hold a
>>crucifix.
>
> I hope that's hyperbole, sib, because otherwise you just turned
>everyone in the room--including the other CAoLers--into free-floating
>molecules.
Yeah, it's hyperbole. OTOH, the "Mind-Sword" does shed a heck
of a lot of light, most of it being dirrected in the direction of the
bulk of our guests
> The priest holds out its hand, palm up, and a chain shoots
>straight up out of a circular port in the center of the palm. It then
>snakes through the air, turning the air immediately around it
>black-hole black in the process. "You control science, magic, and
>spirit, you are a being of magic yourself, almost worthy of being
>Tharkoldu yourself, yet you ally with pav _Race_ scum? Pitiful."
"'Tharkoldu'? Gesunhighte. Speak for yourself, Abomination. I am a
_Sentinel_. I Protect."
>>Then, as if to emphasize his point, the three remote weapon
>>platforms that had been hovering over his right shoulder float out
>>and above the veritable pack of wolves still straining against
>>Dhyrclhanc's quantum TK-based force wall. Whereupon they unleash a
>>wide-angle wash of energies up and down the neural spectrum but
>>mostly based on the alpha-bands and powerful enough to put an
>>already raging herd of T-Rexes into deep slumber.
>
> But not techno-demons or cyborgs, whose neural systems are
>hardwired with various controls on that sort of thing, or gospog
>which don't sleep.
At which point Dhyrclhanc would grit his teeth. In frustration as much
as in determination. However, he's limited to his "Lens-T'Skrang" form
when wearing the "Warwear" suit and in this form he doesn't have any
teeth.
> "Nice toy," the priest snarls. "I have nice toys, too." The chain
>shoots out, attacking Dhyrclhanc's psi-sword and trying to 'eat' it
>by absorbing and dispersing its energies. (OOC: Consider the
>blackness around the chain to be similar to Darkforce from Marvel for
>this purpose, sib. It's close enough. ;^) The power of the
>Tharkoldu's dark deity seems to be flowing through this priest more
>fully than before. It appears to be...offended.
Only when the chain arrives at the spot where the Psi-Sword would be,
it isn't there anymore.
A pillar-shaped fountain of energy coalesses into existence around
Dhyrclhanc and his new armor as he surges forwards, into the air,
towards the chain, instead of away from it.
The "Fountain of Fire" effect fades but not before lighting up the
chamber as if it were the interior of the caldera of an active
volcano.
Dhyrclhanc grabs onto the chain, wrapping it around his wrist and arm,
seemingly oblivious to the effects of the energy surrounding it.
"Whoever you are, 'Priest' and whatever Dark Deity you claim to serve,
to me your words are 'Sound and Fury signifying Nothing."
At which point, the material of the armor surrounding Dhyrclhanc's
right arm melts and reforms into a wickedly sharp wedge-shaped blade
which slices cleanly through the chain. Then he immediately drops the
length of chain in the grasp of his left hand.
Or at least it should unless the chain is made of something
hardier than admantium steel
This hand, now free, snakes outwards towards the Cleric-figure and the
green remotes orbiting around that wrist lash out to him with a bolt
of lightning that would smash through a rock the size of a large man's
torso.
Luckily for him, however, it only catches him on the shoulder.
TBC
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Subject: Re: AAE7b: TARDIS Trouble (w/Storm Warnings)
On Fri, 22 Jun 2001 22:08:44 -0400
"Xander Opal" Said As CAoL Message # 00010534
>On Wed, 20 Jun 2001 13:40:29 -0700
>Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010526
>
>>On Wed, 20 Jun 2001 00:23:56 -0400
>>"Xander Opal" Said As CAoL Message # 00010523
>>
>>VWHEEEEEEECRACRACRABBOOOOMMCRACRACRACRACRACRABBOOOOMM!!!
>>That refrain sounds for a while. as Xander probes the incoming
>>baddies' bodies with high-velocity, explosive, armor-piercing
>>shells, gatling pouring out extremely-high-density depleted uranium
>>shells sheathed with neutronium dense-pack. No empties fall to the
>>floor-- the mechadragon using caseless ammo. And whatever DC's
>>'little' gun fires, natch, sie sprays out. Hard points are avoided,
>>no shot hitting a well-protected area more than once, as the combat
>>machine learns from mistakes, in increments of thousandths of a
>>second for each decision made.
>
> The first two techno-demons, or "Tharkoldu," to face this barrage
>are blown to smithereens in moments. Their own armor and firepower is
>woefully inadequate against such an assault, and it doesn't take long
>for Xander's overwhelming precision firepower to do the job. Their
>attacks barely "scratch the paint" on Xander's armored body.
> The remaining Tharkoldu get sneaky fast.
> Sorcery comes into play, displacement effects the first to come
>into play. Then spells kick in to enhance their evasive ability, and
>while their weapons are more powerful than their attack spells, soon
>various attempts to transmute Xander's armor or disrupt hir systems
>are thrown in for spice.
> "Is it one of us?" one of the hermaphroditic, winged, techno-
>magical beings whispers to a companion.
> "Kill now, ponder later," its companion snarls back quietly.
Xander's systems light up like the Christmas Bush (see Forward's
Dragonfly novels), with incoming damage reports:
]warning: armor integrity dropping towards minimum acceptable levels.
]armor structure being transmuted by enemy weapons
]warning: electrical, optical, neural-net hyperconductor systems under
attack
]re-routing control and feedback to secondary, tertiary systems
]repairing primary, secondary control/feedback systems
]transformation recommended to regain structural integrity
]room dimensions of sufficient size?yes
]initiating transformation to situationally optimal mode
And here, Xander's body unfolds like origami folded into katana space,
growing in size 'till sie's nearly brushing the ceiling. Hir weapons
grow in scale, as well, not to mention point-defense nodules scattered
across hir form, designed to prevent the closing of enemy troops. Hir
new size also gives critical mass to certain components, allowing hir
to raise hir battle-screens, designed to convert energy directed at
hir into more power, not unlike an 'adrenaline rush'. Several drones
pop out, too, in an effort to gain better targeting data, something
the two-headed lensbolo/dragon is an ace at, with double the standard
amount of sensing equipment. Furthermore, the attacks on hir
structural/armor integrity have crossed a personal line for hir; sie
reaches out through the Lens, that device attached to a bit of tissue
somehow un-mechanized and yet flowing/attached/part of hir mechanical
self. Sie reaches out with the telepathic powers, digging into the
minds of hir sentient opponents. Simultaneously, and both far more
powerful, and more limited, another power flicks out, to sieze control
of hir non-sentient opponents; this heretofore unused Machine Control
simply... takes over, making those lesser opponents as much a part of
hir as hir drones and weapons; sie ransacks their databanks for
weaknesses, countermeasures, strengths, abilities, of all opponents.
Know yourself; know your enemy. Assimilate, and destroy.
(OOC: Hey, uncle DC... does the wakazashi grow with Xander?)
And so the firefight continues, massive, high-speed bullets slamming
into the weakest points sie can find; after each trick, each jamming,
sie swiftly catches up, somehow taking advantage of every little
slip... the nonsentient beings now turning their weapons, in concert,
upon their superiors (should, of course, the GM allow me to /do/
that!), if nothing else, possibly distracting a few for those cruical
moments.
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