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« on: November 06, 2009, 01:06:27 am »

Clockwork Knights: Next Try Revolution-R

Many aeons ago, a band of misfits and an inept goddess were all that kept the world from certain destruction... Battles of a galactic scale were had, and entire worlds were reduced to dust... In the end, the band split, each member going their separate ways to greatness.

With only an inept goddess to rule, the world collapsed, and she too finally left... what remained slowly recovered on its own... over time, their deeds were forgotten... and time continues to flow like a river, or more accurately, a raging waterfall, and history repeats...

Grim Planet, Grim City; District 36; August 23, 10:30 p.m., 3036 A.S. (After Suzumiya)

"This is the place, huh..." inquired a shadowy figure, whose broad form was warped and twisted by the overhead streetlight that shone over the weeded lot and circus tents before him. To any normal person it would appear as though the figure was speaking to itself, but in reality it was speaking into a small, round, metallic device with several little nobs and slits in it and on it.

"If our intelligence was correct, then this is the place Boss Roy. Though I do warn you to proceed with caution, Vexergo Proximus Ultimatum is known to be quite hostile and quite heavily armed. We're not sure where he got such advanced weaponry from, but it's safe to assume that it isn't from this time period," stated a young woman through the other end of the device. "Oh...and Boss?"

"Yeah...Suzu?" Boss inquired as he adjusted his black beret and nondescript black trench coat and started to head for the tent.

"Just...come back in one piece...alright?" Suzu said, her tone laced with concern and worry.

Boss simply chuckled and shook its head. "I'll be fine, Suzu. You worry about the HQ. If Vexergo survives this encounter, then..." the shadowy figure trailed off with a hint of apprehension and concern as he stopped just short of a door-flap that hung before him.

"Yeah... I know."

"Good." the darkly dressed figure said. He looked up and down the red and white striped tent he was about to enter. The tent definitely looked as though it had seen better days, with several holes punched in and large amounts of standing water in several areas.

"Alright, goodbye...Roy." Suzu said before severing the link and leaving Boss with only the sound of the sharp, crisp breeze whipping through its ears. Boss was silent for a moment as he continued to hold the Comnom to its ear for a moment, but, after a few seconds, simply pocketed the device and pushed up the flap to the circus tent, walking in...

To Be Continued.
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« Reply #1 on: November 09, 2009, 11:31:26 pm »

Planet Sphinctus, Desolate Plane; August 23, 10:30 p.m., 3036 A.S.

A mournful wind blew through the desolate plane, small funnels up dust being lifted up to dance lonely dances across the parched and dead earth.  The second sun had long since set, plunging the sky into a murky purple twilight which could never quite reach true darkness on this most isolated of planets.

This depressing scene might well have lasted for decades, had not something unusual begin to occur.  Very near the heart of absolutely nowhere, the wind began to pick up for no visible reason.  The mild breeze began to coil in upon itself, forming a rapidly spinning vortex. 

Seconds later, the winds howling as if the very planet was in pain, a tiny nimbus of violet light flared to life at the heart of the cyclone.  This newly formed micro star danced merrily to some unheard tune, growing slowly in both size and intensity with each passing moment.  Soon enough, the sphere was the size of a basketball, and arcs of unnatural lightning reached out from it to scorch the already dead landscape black.

Then, just as quickly as it began, in a blinding flash of light and a defeaning crack of thunder . . . it ended.  In the inexplicable phenomenon's wake, nothing remained but a charred crater - a charred crater with a cloaked figure kneeling at its blackened center.

The rather bizarre entrance was ruined, though, when nearly instantly the mysterious figure emptied the contents of their stomach into the crater before being wracked by a painful combination of retching and coughing.

It took at more than five minutes for the stranger to finally regain control of their body, wiping the spittle from their lips with the corner of their frayed and tattered cloak.  It took another agonizing moment for the figure to rise to their feet, shaking their head to try to clear it of the incessant spinning and ringing.

Finally, the cloaked figure sighed . . . as the term 'cloaked' was being used quite loosely.  The blackened cloak was riddled with tears and just barely reached the ground at all, failing to curl up with a life of it's own at all.  The hood was in nearly as bad condition, and the figure could sense that rather than the impenetrable blackness that usually shrouded thier face, they would be lucky if their features were fully shaded at all.

Still, this wasn't a pleasure trip; it most definitely wasn't, considering they had never thought to see this dimension ever again, let alone under these circumstances.  Sighing again, the figure willed themself to teleport to the nearest inhabited city . . .

Only to find themself still standing in the bottom of a vomit painted crater . . .

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," the figure muttered darkly to themself.

The figure wasn't even sure what planet they were on, let alone where the closest city might be . . . if there even was one on this dust ball . . .  So it seemed like a matter of picking a random direction, walking, and praying that they didn't die of dehydration before finding civilization . . .

The figure only hoped that they hadn't miscalculated that badly . . .

If they did, the universe was going to have be a Really Bad Day all too soon.
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« Reply #2 on: November 10, 2009, 11:53:56 pm »

Planet Sphinctus, City of Colone; August 24, 4:46 a.m., 3036 A.S.

The cloaked figure continued to trudge forward; every step requiring a Herculean effort just to drag one foot before the other.  They would have collapsed hours ago, were it not for the tantalizing light lights of a city beckoning them across the wastelands.  Now staggering weakly down the gravel laden main street of this spec of a city, the stranger did their best to find a sign for an inn/motel/hostel, anything to let them get off their feet for a few hours . . . But the language seemed alien, unfamiliar, which, considering their pedigree, was quite disconcerting.

Thankfully, the figure’s tenuous luck seemed to hold, as one of the brightly lit neon signs that lined the street was helpful enough to show a depiction of a bed.  Altering their trajectory just enough to allow them to pass through the door, the cloaked figure stumbled up to the counter.  Behind the counter, a short dumpy human male looked up from the small holographic viewer he was watching to grace the stranger with a blasé glance.

“You need a room?” the proprietor asked in a strange variant of an obscure language.  It was actually somewhat disturbing just how long it took to pin down the root language, all things considered.

The figure just nodded, to exhausted to speak.

“You got any money?”

Sighing, the figure knew that, no, they most assuredly didn’t have any money . . .   Maybe . . . Just maybe though . . .

The stranger waved their hand through the air before them.  “You seem pretty hard up.  You can pay in the morning.”

The man’s eyes glazed over for a moment, only for him to shake his head and stare at the stranger askance for a moment.

“. . . Y’know. . . You - you look like you’re in a pretty bad way.  Why don’t you pay in the morning?”

The figure regarded the innkeep for a moment, before shrugging.  ‘Meh, close enough.’  They then nodded and gratefully accepted the keycard from the man and headed towards the elevator at the far side of the room.

“It’s up on the third floor, three doors down on the right.”

Nodding again, the stranger hit the elevator door, and a moment later was on their way to a good nights sleep.

- - -

Planet Sphinctus, Desolate Plane; August 24, 4:46 a.m., 3036 A.S.


The blackened crater, with its now dried contents sat unchanged since hours earlier.  The only difference between then and now was the set of footprints trailing off into the darkness.  Who knew how long this new landmark could last in such a desolate place . . .

And no one ever would.

For the second time that very night, the winds began to pick up.  However, rather than a fancy light show, this time it appeared that the very fabric of reality itself was under assault.  The earth, the very air began to ripple like water on a puddle, the oscillations growing fiercer by the second -

Until reality shattered, leaving a long, jagged scar of abyssal blackness hanging in the air.  A horrible sound erupted from the absence of . . . anything, a maddening, soul wrenching wail that would have shattered the sanity of even the hardiest man.

Oddly enough, had anyone been present, and of sound enough mind to ‘not’ be driven mad by the unholy sound, they would have sworn that they had heard, nearly lost within the endless wailing, the distinct sound of someone saying something that sounded very much like:

“Oh crap. . .”

An instant later, the tear in reality began to close in on itself.  Reality was restored to its former state as the unnatural darkness receded, however, just before it could close completely, the blackness itself actually seemed to lurch forward, as if trying to escape from . . . wherever the portal came from.  Struggle as it might, though, the darkness could not hold back the edges of reality, and inevitably the world healed itself, snapping the portal closed once more . . .

Incidentally snipping off  the narrow psuedopod of  inky blackness that had been straining towards egress.  The piece of living darkness splattered wetly into the very same crater that had been formed earlier.  For several moments, nothing happened . . . 

Then, slowly, the patch of darkness rose up, gradually taking on a more humanoid form as it did.  A torso hunched and bent, arms, long and twist, a head better left undescribed.  And the moment the things legs were formed enough to be able, it began to walk, unerringly following in the footsteps of the one that had passed through earlier.

There was only a single thought which echoed through the twisted creature’s mind, and it sure as heck wasn’t anything about making friends.
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« Reply #3 on: November 11, 2009, 11:01:52 pm »

Planet Sphinctus, City of Colone; August 24, 10:19 a.m., 3036 A.S.

A crack of thunder split the air, rattling the windows with its ferocity.  The sudden sound was so loud, it actually shocked the mysterious stranger out of their sleep.  In an instant, the figure rolled out of their bed and all but dove into the tattered remains of their cloak.  A quick scan of the surroundings revealed that it was still dark out, despite the hour.

Moving toward the window, one look through the portal showed a black sky filled with dark, angry clouds.  Every few moments jagged lances of heat lightning lit up sky; the streets, however, were bone dry as the clouds yielded no rain.

There was something in the air, though.  Nothing so mundane as the clouds, smog, or even the static discharge of the lightning . . . no, there was something more ephemeral hanging on the air, something unsettling, like a discordant note in a symphony . . .

Something wicked this way comes . . .  Likely was already here . . .

The figure briefly considered just going back to bed and letting whatever was about to happen, happen - they were still so tired, having only scrounged up a few meager hours of sleep.

Of course, the moment that thought crossed their mind, as if on cue, a scream pierced the darkness outside the window, only lasting for a second before being drowned out by another crash of thunder.

With a weary sigh, the cloaked figure pushed open the window of the apartment and leapt out.  Even the short three story fall was enough to jar their ankles painfully, another testament to how far the had fallen.  Taking a few moments to walk off the sting, they then began to hobble off in the direction of the scream.

It only took ten minutes for them to cover the distance.  It was quite obvious that they had found the source of the disturbance.  The shattered remains of several vehicles, merrily burning in the darkness and the droves of people fleeing for their lives were hard to miss.

Not nearly as hard to miss as the misshapen creature standing at the center of the destruction, though.

The hunched creature exuded menace at very nearly the same rate that black ooze sloughed off from its skin to stain the earth beneath it.  Its overly long arms ended in three razor claws, and though it lacked any obvious eyes, a gaping maw, filled with rows and rows of jagged teeth split its head nearly in half.

The figure had no idea what the creature was . . . But they had a good idea where it might have come from.  Of course, that didn’t help them one wit.  In their current state, they weren’t certain they could defeat a toddler, let alone an one-dimensional abomination.

Unfortunately, flight wasn’t an option, as, within moments of their arrival, the creature ’looked’ up, directly in their direction, then, took an unerring step towards them.  Without eyes or any other sensory organs, it seemed quite likely that this creature was attuned to track them directly somehow . . .

“How could this possibly get any worse?” The cloaked figure muttered to themself. 

Suddenly, for no real reason, the creature suddenly lifted its right arm, holding it out far to its side.  Then, starting from the shoulder, the arm began to swell up obscenely, as if some large lump of . . . something was being forced down its length.  Finally, the thing’s clawed hand seemed to burst apart messily, only to flow back into itself as the object that had been forced down its arm was revealed.

It was a large, squared block of steel, carved with ancient runes and attached to a leather bound haft which looked far too short to properly support such a massive hammer head.  The hammer then suddenly dropped, dangling from a leather thong which hung from the newly reformed hand of the monster.

Mjolinir.

“Oh, Fu-” 
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« Reply #4 on: November 12, 2009, 11:02:02 pm »

Planet Sphinctus, City of Colone; August 24, 10:26 a.m., 3036 A.S.

The display window exploded inward, shattered to pieces by the darkly clad body flying through it at ridiculously unsafe speeds.  The unfortunate soul bounced once on the hard tile floor before ricocheting off the hardwood cashier counter and being launched heavily into wide rack of hanging outfits.  Fortunately, getting tangled in the mass of garments managed to ‘slightly’ break their fall, though the wall directly behind the racks didn’t help nearly as much.

The stranger groaned weakly, gingerly trying to unravel themselves from their predicament, wincing with every minute movement.  ‘Definitely a few broken ribs . . . and just from a glancing blow . . .’

Absently, as they lifted another one of the large pieces of cloth off of themself they noted the long length of black fabric that was wrapped around them.  The expanse of black material actually seemed to terminate in a hood as well, what looked like a bleached skull made of some cheap plastic hanging loosely in the hood’s folds.

‘. . . A Halloween shop?  Hmmm . . .’

In a dramatic sweeping motion, the stranger threw off their ragged, tattered cloak and donned the pristine Reaper’s cloak.  It was lighter, and not nearly as homey as their original cloak, but was comfortable and looked a hell of a lot better. 

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” they muttered weakly, a pained grin on their lips.

  Taking a few stumbling steps towards the shattered remains of the store’s display window, the figure glanced out into the street, trying desperately to think of anything they could possibly do . . .

“Hmmm . . .”

Interesting.

- - -

The quaint shop’s door suddenly shattered outward, and the black cloaked figure rolled out into the street, flaring their cloak out dramatically.  Immediately, the horrendous creature, Mjolinir dangling from its blackened wrist, turned to face them, a guttural growl rumbling from deep within its throat.

Nearly as one, the pair charged forward to meet each other.  The shadowy stranger ran forward swiftly, arms quickly pulled to their sides, streamlining nearly their entire body beneath the cloak as they sped across the pavement.   The sludge sloughing creature barreled forward, claws dragging wildly behind it and hammer bouncing heavily across the pavement, sending up explosions of sparks with each bounce.

Then, mere seconds before colliding, the creature swung forward with its wicked claws, almost incidentally dragging the massive hammer to swing around with them.  Simultaneously, the cloaked figure dove frantically to the side, rolling mere inches below the destructive hammer and tearing claws and quickly coming to their feet several yards away.

Without even slowing, the creature dug the talons of its feet deep into the pavement and reversed its direction in direct violation of several laws of physics.  In a flurry of swipes, rakes and swings, it descended on the cloaked figure with all of the fury of a rabid wood chipper.  It was all the stranger could do to stay out of the way of the deadly weapons of the creature. 

As they dodged to the side of a slashing claw, a lamp post behind him was slashed clear through and tumbled to the ground with a clatter.  Ducking under a swing of the other hand reduced the entire face of the building behind him to rubble as Mjolinir’s enchanted head blasted through the feeble concrete like so much paper mache.

Even that near miss was enough to send the cloaked figure flying through the air to tumble to the ground several yards away.  It took them several long seconds to regain their feet -

Far too long in a battle such as this.  The figure barely even had time to bemoan the fact that they were such a weak ass fighter before the creature was on them.  With a massive overhead swing, the beast brought Mjolinir over its head and smashed it straight down onto the cloaked figure with enough power to crater the street for over a dozen yards in every direction.

The amusing little puff of smoke which the unfortunate fool’s body burst into was extremely anticlimactic, considering all the build up.

For a moment, the creature looked around in confusion, before suddenly turning its head to look up and to the side - to stare directly at the darkly cloaked figure standing on the nearby rooftop, a literal armory procured from the convenient gunshop strapped to their back, and one notably large looking rifle aimed right at it.

“Say hello to my little friend, you slimy sunnovabitch!”

And then all it saw was high velocity lead, real up close and personal.
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« Reply #5 on: November 13, 2009, 08:37:36 pm »

Planet Sphinctus, City of Colone; August 24, 10:32 a.m., 3036 A.S.

Round after round of  hypersonic depleted uranium ammunition slammed into the abyssal creature, tearing through it and shredding the street behind it to gravel as the cloaked figure squeezed the trigger as hard as they could.  A manic smile spread across their face as they continued to rain down destruction on the beast . . .

Only for their shadowed smile to die a slow death as the fullisade had absolutely no effect on the creature whatsoever.  The beast didn’t even flinch as the hardened rounds slammed into and through its hide.  If anything, it seemed to gaze up at them with what could only be considered a curious expression.

Frowning, the stranger dropped the heavy machine gun and pulled the high powered laser rifle from his back.  It only took a second to warm up, humming merrily as he caught the creature between the crosshairs.

Seconds later, a blinding beam of light bisected the creature, first from rib to rib, then from crotch to crown, then on several more angles, just for good measure . . .

The fancy scars carved into the street behind it were the only evidence of the attack at all.  The creature, once again, hadn’t even bothered to move, just stood there stupidly as the laser beams flashed through it . . . Though, on second thought, was it really stupid to stand there when their weapons were totally useless against it?

Shrugging, they dropped the laser rifle and leaned down to pick up the rocket launcher at their feet.

‘Third times the charm, and all tha-’

The figure’s eyes widened in shock, as the creature suddenly burst into action, sprinting forward with dizzying speed.  Swinging back its hammer trailing arm, it slammed Mjolinir into the building that was acting as their perch with such force, that the structure quaked to its very foundations, then, seconds later began to collapse right out from beneath them!

The figure waved their arms frantically, trying to maintain their rapidly disintegrating balance as the building crumbled beneath their feet, incidentally losing all of the weapons they had just collected.   It was mostly luck that allowed them to retain enough footing to leap from the collapsing building and land roughly in a roll.  The harried fighter darted to their feet as quickly as they could and spun around to glare at the creature, now surrounded by the rubble of an entire building.

Time, they needed time to get away, but without any of their artifacts or books on them, all they had to rely on was their wits and whatever meager skills they could actually use in their condition . . .  Speaking of which-

The figure raised their hand before their mouth and took a deep breath- 

Katon Goukakyuu no Jutsu!”

 - And breathed out a disappointingly meager ball of fire which engulfed the creature and most of the building surrounding it in searing flames.  The second the creature was obscured by the flames, the figure turn and began to sprint down the road as quickly as they could.  They only hoped that might by them some-

Behind them, an unearthly sound of howling wind filled the air.  The figure glanced back over their shoulder, only to watch in shock as a tornado tore the ball of flame apart from the inside out.  The fires guttered and died, only to reveal the creature, with Mjolinir spinning madly above its head, a towering wind funnel rising up into the sky above it.

“Well . . . Damn . . .”

And then the chase was on again.
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« Reply #6 on: November 17, 2009, 10:30:03 am »

Grim Planet, Grim City; District 36; Subterranean  Bunker; August 23, 10:30 p.m., 3036 A.S.

Time had seemed to stand still beneath the surface of Grim City in an underground bunker scarce few, if any, knew of. Of course, simply having knowledge that it existed did not privy one to the contents, which were sealed behind metallic blast doors, on the other side...

-System Scanners Initiated...

Key sigunature detected, now processing...

Identity confirmed...

Systems engaged...

Release Confirmed...

Releasing specimen Beta 2461...

Draining preseveration fluid from the Chrono Tank...

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...


With a hiss, a jump, and screech a crystal tank, rapidly draining a green, gelatinous fluid, slowly began to rise into a pitch black ceiling, seemingly composed of onyx stone.  As the fluid retreated into a space unknown, the body of a man, who dangled in mid-air by thick, black chords holding to metallic attachment sites on his back, slowly began to stir.  His skin glittered like gold as the fluid that covered his skin gleamed in the florescent light of the room, and his raven hair, slick and limp, clung to the back of his toned neck, shoulders, and back.

He was a slender man, with not one imposing feature about him, and had a face that seemed unnaturally innocent despite of the slight stubble that formed around his square jaw. In short, while not exactly a handsome man, he was mildly attractive at the least.

For a moment his body simply swayed in the cool, subterranean air of the room while his senses, much a like a new born babe, adapted to the new sensory perceptions that seemed to be bombarding his fragmented consciousness. There was a twitch here other there, but the figure primarily hung unmoving...until the need to breathe forced him to fully awaken.

Gasping loudly and raggedly, the figure's milk chocolate coloured eyes revealed themselves to the world, bewildered and wild, as his senses were further crippled by sight causing his mind to swirl in a state of panic.

Initiating mental and sensory stabilization systems

It was the voice of an automaton, to be sure, though the man knew not where it came from and was only vaguely aware of a tingling sensation he felt in his back as a fluid, hidden behind the opaque black tubes, filtered into his body. The fluid worked rapidly to acclimate the man to reality.  After a few minutes the process was complete and the man found himself calmed, albeit likely because of the fluid, but he was content nonetheless. The tubes then disengaged from his back, leaving only the metallic connectors which were firmly attached to his skin, and allowed the man to slump onto the ground on shaking, unstable knees.

"Uh," the man moaned as his attempted to stiffen his legs so as to stand. However, his efforts were cut short when a set of metal needles, connected to a larger processing unit, dropped down abruptly on either side of head and stabbed into his neck before he could do so much as blink. Within seconds his mind was filled with messages, knowledge, and,  most importantly, an identity and a mission.  Unfortunately this stimulatory overload caused the man to collapse abruptly after the needles had disengaged.

However, after a few minutes, the man woke once more, groaning slightly and whining about a headache, before pushing himself to his feet, which were now much more sturdy, and muttering, "Fuck you Cookies. I'm just human."  The man then proceeded toward an expansive, holographic computer system a scooped a white dress shirt, bootcut navy blue and white tinted jeans, a black leather belt, and casual black shoes. He quickly put them on, noting that they seemed to fit his figure rather well, and the proceeded to scoop up a note that laid on the gargantuan keyboard before him.

Dear W-Fox,

As my human clone I expect you to do great things and to finally do what I could not. Find Grand Director Suzumiya and subjugate her!!! Also, if you are reading this note, Yuki should be on her way to assist you right now. I would be there as well, but Master Happi says my last defeat was embarrassing so I'm on punishment...and it sucks so much!!!!

Sincerely,
Hotaru Tomoe (a.k.a-Cookies)


"You...," W-Fox muttered to himself with a deadpan expression on his face, "have got to be kidding me."  With that he abruptly crumpled up the note and tossed it over his shoulder before heading across the metallic floor toward the giant blast doors.

Pressing a large red button off to the side of the doors, Fox smiled as they hissed open and the foul air from the surface filled the sterile bunker. However, his smile soon fell when he saw the visage of one Yuki Nagato, blank faced as usual, staring at him as though to say, "Well come on, I don't have all day."

Fox's brow furrowed, his eyes slanted darkly, and he looked up at the ceiling before bellowing, "DAMN YOU COOKIES!!! I DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOUR CRAZY PLANS!!! I'M JUST HUMAN!!!!"

Meanwhile Yuki simply rolled her eyes and started to head toward the rickety, mining elevator that would lead them to the surface...
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« Reply #7 on: November 17, 2009, 01:04:32 pm »

Grim Planet, Grim City; District 36; Just beyond the elevator at on the outskirts of what appears to be a Circus; August 23, 10:30 p.m., 3036 A.S.

"'Ey, Yuko, Yoko, Yukaki...whatever the hell your name is. Is that a circus tent?" Fox inquired incredulously as he cocked an eyebrow and looked down at the shorter, lavender haired girl at his side.

If Yuki was upset by W-Fox's poor recollective ability and crassness she certainly didn't show it. Her calm demeanor betrayed no emotion as she simply nodded in response and started to stride toward it without so much as even motioning for Fox to follow.

Of course Fox knew, or at least his memory stores did, that he really had no choice other than to follow Yuki, less she detonate the bomb Hotaru had placed in his head as a "Insurance Policy".  Fox's acquiesce at the moment, however, was only attained after he had fainted, bitched a fit, and had to be subdued by Yuki on the elevator in order to keep him from jumping off to his death which was, by that point, kilometers bellow.

Yes, it appeared as though Fox had little choice then to succeed in seducing Suzumiya and destroying Vexergo Proximus Ultimatum if he himself wished to continue living. Of course he wouldn't mind if someone else handled the Vexergo Proximus Ultimatum part...

Meanwhile, as these thoughts continued to filter through his mind, Fox made his way over toward the tent staying in line with his diminutive guide and hoping that, if something were to go down, he wouldn't have to fight. After all, there was nothing special about him, he was just human, and it wasn't as if he had even been outfitted with a weapon (Yuki had suggested Cookies old Comnom, likely being sarcastic, but while Fox had actually considered chucking the thing at a foe he ultimately decided that would simply be stupid), so he was practically a sitting duck.

"Let's just hope that we're going to see a show. After all, I doubt Vexergo or Suzumiya would be in a run down tent such as this. They've got too much class for that...I think..."

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« Reply #8 on: November 17, 2009, 01:44:33 pm »

Planet Sphinctus, City of Colone; August 24, 10:52 a.m., 3036 A.S.

Breaths came in ragged gasps as they continued to sprint down the street.  Behind them, the abyssal creature continued its lackadaisical lope, tearing up a ridiculous amount of street considering the lazy pace it appeared to be moving at.  Every other step, the creature's flailing arms brought Mjolinir smashing wildly into the ground, sending explosions of rubble flying into the air without any concern for the destruction it was wreaking.

In every direction they could see, screaming civilians fled for their lives; fleeing into buildings, down alleys, or jumping into vehicles and driving off.  It was bad enough that they couldn't hurt that damn thing, but even if they could fight it, how could they do it with all these people around?  If only there was some kind of . . .

Abandoned construction site?  

'Hmmm, that might just work.'

Dodging quickly to the side, scowling darkly at the telltale sensation of razor claws tearing through the trailing tails of their cloak.  And they'd just got it as well!  

"Let's see how well you dance, ugly!" they taunted before darting forward into the massive skeletal structure of free standing steel girders which rose high into the air.  The figure then leapt up, kicking off one of the girders and triangle jumping up several stories before landing precariously on a beam over ten stories above the ground.  Far below, the creature seemed to stare up at them passively, as if considering its options.  Well, if it was going to give them a breather, who would they be to not take advantage?

Scanning around quickly, they noted several options of their own.  A single leap carried them across the narrow gulf to land next to the massive rivet gun sitting against one of the girders.  Firing it up quickly, they took aim and fired off a series of red hot rivets at the creature below.  As before, most of them just passed through it with no effect, but the few rivets that randomly struck the ground around and beneath its feet actually appeared to pin it tenuously to the ground.  The figure nearly laughed as the creature weakly attempted to lift one of its feet, apparently not sure what was happening.

The laughter died quickly, though, as rather than continue to struggle, the creature just  lifted Mjolinir high above its head-

The stranger had just a fraction of a second, as the hair on the back of their neck began to stand on end, to realize what was about to happen.  The briefest idea of jumping occurred to them, unfortunately that thought process forgot the tiny detail about them being currently perched in the heart of a giant metal structure . . .

Blinding white light filled the sky a fraction of a second before blinding hot agony wracked every cell in their body as hundreds of thousands of volts coursed through their body.  The excruciating pain seemed to last for an eternity, until they were finally allowed to collapse to their knees, a disturbing amount of smoke rising up from their now crispy cloak.

". . . That . . . sucked . . ." was about all their spasming throat could manage.  Really, that one was their own fault; they really should have remembered what Mjolinir could do.  Though, who would have imagined a mindless monster using an artifact to adeptly?

Down on the ground, the creature began to heft Mjolinir again.

'Oh hell no . . . I can't take another shot like that!'  Moving quickly, they pulled a throwing knife from beneath their cloak and threw it quickly.  More through good luck than skill, the blade slashed through the heavy cable holding up hanging stack of girders.  An instant later, several dozen tons of hardened steel plummeted through the air.  The massive girders lanced down, slamming into the creature with enough force to set the whole structure to vibrating.

It took nearly a minute for the figure to finally regain enough control of their body to stand up.  Taking a quick glimpse down, they shuddered at the sight.  The creature was still visible, though it had been crushed to a nearly unrecognizable mass.  The figure nimbly leapt down, a story at a time, to land next to the oversized pile of ruined girders.  Now 'that' had to do it-

A deep, unearthly gurgling rose from the girders, and the figure stared in shock as the creature's head weakly began to lift up from the tangled mess of steel and gore.  

"Still not dead?  What the hell does it take to kill you?" the figure asked rhetorically.  Still, it didn't seem like their tormentor was going anywhere anytime soon, so maybe there was a technique or something they knew that might work . . .

Again, they were forced to watch in shock, as Mjolinir was lifted up once more.  How could this thing still move?  

A crackle of electricity gave the figure just a little more warning this time, and they dove wildly to the side, onto the nice, non conductive concrete floor which had been poured several yards away.  A fraction of a second later, another massive bolt of lightning crashed down into the structure.  Again, the entire structure seemed to light up as lightning arced madly between all of the girders, like a sky scraper high Jacob's Ladder, traveling all the way from the peak down to the very pile of girders which were currently impaled through the creature.

A high pitched squeal which threatened to unravel the sanity of anyone in hearing distance filled the air, going on and on, until finally everything was cast into an eerie silence . . .

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Grim Planet, Grim City; District 36; August 23, 10:36 p.m., 3036 A.S.

Boss Roy stared into the ever expanding darkness within the tent as he walked in. There was a steady dripping sound in the distance, which struck Boss as odd, since there couldn't be a leak in a Vexergo's dimensional realm.

"Vexergo. I know you're here," He called out into the abyss. "Show yourself."

There was a distant chuckle, and the black man narrowed his eyes. A spot light flicked on in the center of the darkness, shining down onto a man clad in purple who sat with his arms propped up on something. He wore a black cape with an extended, pointing collar that reminded Boss of vampire cloaks over a purple tuxedo, and topped the suit off with a black helmet, only a round face clear to see through.

Boss Roy instantly reacted, and in one smooth, calculated motion, reached up to his trench coat and pulled out a gun, then aimed it at the figure very carefully. Then, seeing the figure, he blinked.

"W-what?" Boss was audibly surprised. "You, you're not..."

"Forgive me if I am not who you seek," The figure said in a smooth, masculine voice. "But I would have words with you."

"Hmph. Where is he? I have no time for side shows." Boss said with a snort.

"If you mean Vexergo," The man said, waving a hand. Another spotlight shone down on the table that his arms were propped up on, revealing a faceless man in a tuxedo and a feathered hat over his head. A large, purple sword stuck out of his chest, and a crimson liquid was still pouring out of his body and dripping down off the side, where it hit the ground with a splatter. "Then he and I had an unfortunate disagreement that ended in his termination."

Roy stared at the dead form that was lying limp on the table. It was Vexergo's own sword that was so deeply embedded within his heart.

The black man's hand began to twitch as he considered that. If someone could have defeated Vexergo like that... and the wound was fresh, meaning it had not happened more than a minute or two ago. But despite the altercation that must have taken place, the man before him sat with poise, not as if he had just ended a monumental struggle with a powerful fighter.

"I see," Boss said, keeping his aim on the man. "Then perhaps I have time for this little side show."

"Oh, this is no side show, I assure you. Indeed, though it be nothing spectacular as well, as this is only the prologue." The man stood up.

"Your point. Get to it," Boss said with narrowed eyes.

"Quite." The man turned around and flared out his cloak dramatically. "The topic of this discussion is Corruption. This entire world is undeniably, irrevocably corrupt." The man held up his left hand in high above his head, and an image of people familiar to Boss - all of them world leaders of some sort - appeared above him to his left. "On the one side, you have those who would lead the people." He raised his right hand in a similar manner. "On the other side, you have the people themselves." Above the man and to his right appeared an image of a crowd. "The people are selfish creatures. Every thing, every single act that a human being does can be traced back to selfishness."

Boss snorted.

"The meaning of the word altruism must be lost on you, then."

"In that word lies the very heart of my argument." The man said with a chuckle. "Indeed, what is altruism?" He waved his hands and the images above him disappeared. An image of a tidal wave poised to destroy a small village appeared above him instead. "Is altruism a selfless concern for the welfare of others, or is it a selfish need to make oneself feel morally ethical?" He turned around and faced Boss.

"Three years ago, this powerful tsunami crashed into an underdeveloped nation and ground the pathetic straw huts and what little development they had into the mud. Many lives were lost, and the livelihoods of those left to suffer, utterly destroyed. Almost instantly, every single 'civilized' nation on the planet was sending aid in the form of food, money, clothing, and other necessities. Why is that? Did they do it out of a selfless impulse to help others, or to fulfill their own personal needs, to reassure themselves that they were good people?"

He raised a hand in front of himself and clenched it firmly.

"Meanwhile, in their own lands, people suffer. Domestic disputes continue to rise, people are bereft of work, leaving their families to starve. While those who are already high up in the social ladder continue to become more wealthy, those on the bottom suffer evermore, being reduced to petty crimes such as thievery, which more oft than not leads to other lawelessness." He let his hand fall back to his side. "But I do not mean to place the blame on the shoulders of those who live comfortably at the cost of others' well-being. Everyone is guilty. Those at the top, those at the bottom, and everyone in between."

Boss stared at the man in silence. His arm had started to lower, but when the man took a step forward, towards him, it was back up.

"Those at the top are guilty for taking from others the basic needs of life so that they can live in excess. Meanwhile, the middle classes act as if nothing is happening, concerned for only themselves, and fulfilling their own dreams. What happened to that altruism that was so prevalent when foreigners suffered from a terrible natural disaster that they themselves had only heard about, rather than walked through every day?" He took another step forward. "And of course. Those at the bottom, guilty of their petty crimes. Like those at the top, they care not who they walk on in order to get what they want."

Boss snorted.

"Not everyone at 'the bottom' is as callous as that. Many try to work hard and achieve something of a normal life. Surely you cannot call those who work hard for practically nothing and help others to be selfish?"

"Indeed. The people who you speak of are the ones who are unjustly walked on and ground under boot like so much dirt by all who would." He looked away from Boss. "But there's the rub."

Blinking, Boss followed the 'gaze' of his mask to another image, this time, to a Renaissance style oil painting of a man in robes eating a small child, with the word CRONUS etched at the bottom.

"To live is to consume. To consume is to take." He turned and looked at Boss. "Any who live take from others resources necessary for survival. Survival, in itself, is the ultimate selfishness. Those who eat the meat of others, have to kill what they eat in the first place. There is almost nothing naturally occurring in this world that is freely giving. And that which is freely given is not infinite." The darkness in the tent vanished, with small lights appearing all around them. And then Boss saw a model of Grim Planet appearing before him. Near the cloaked man, was a shining ball of flaming plasma, the sun.

"Stars give off light. Plants turn light into life energy. That life energy is then distributed across the entire planet. Either it is taken from the plant itself, or taken from unnecessary excess that the plant makes. Humans have developed a very efficient system for taking life energy, and culturing it into a form suitable for themselves. They have, over the millenia, raised and bred other organisms into something that make suitable sources of life energy for themselves. All in the self-interest of continued survival."

Boss blinked as he realized something.

"If people are selfish, then what about their children?" He asked. "If they are truly selfish, then why do people give food and other resources to their children?"

"That is a good question." The man snapped a finger and the spacial model vanished, replaced by a large line graph above and behind him. The graph had a steady rise from left to right, and on each axis were the words Total Human Population and Time Elapsed. "I mean not to insinuate that humans are the only selfish organism on the planet. Every thing living is selfish. Humans are simply the only ones that fool themselves into believing they are free of selfishness." He gestured the graph above him. "Every living creature has two basic instincts. Preserve Thy Self, and Preserve Thy Species. The need to give one's own offspring food is not the selfishness of an individual. It reaches much further than that." He again turned his head.

"It is the selfishness of the entire species itself, which itself is alive as one."

Boss simply stared at the man in silence for a long moment. Then finally, after a bit, he spoke up.

"What is the ultimate point behind this lecture?" He asked, his arm finally falling down to his side.

"Ah, yes. It is high time that we get to that." The graph behind him disappeared and was replaced once again with the image of the world leaders from before. "Though the people are first guilty of selfishness, the ones who control this society are guilty of it even more. They are the ones with the ability to change how this world is run, and yet they allow it to rot like a long dead carcass, as long as they can further their own political goals. Every political party is guilty of this. If they were not, then the world would have no need for the invention known as war, not now."

Boss shook his head.

"But wars are fought over resources, are they not?"

"In days long past, that was so." The cloaked man shook his head. "Now wars are fought over opinion. Wars are fought over religion. Both ultimately meaningless before the reality that is the suffering of the people. Yet those with power allow these things to continue happening, time and again."

Boss favored the man with a tired look.

"Your speech is long and unendearing. So let me ask this: What do you mean to do about it all?"

"It is quite simple. I will conquer." The man turned and let his cloak flare up behind him in unseen winds. "I will take this world from those who are responsible for its current state, and then see it remade into something far better!"

Boss frowned.

"Do you mean then, to imply that you are capable of running this world?"

"Indeed." His cloak fell back down to the ground and he walked towards the table where Vexergo lay, long dead. He grabbed his sword by the hilt and pulled it free, then swung it, flinging blood and liquid off into the darkness. "One need only the strength of mind and will to govern justly to lead a country. I have both."

"Hmph," Boss narrowed his eyes.

"I do not mean to imply that I am inherently better than others, nor do I ask you to trust me right away." The man sheathed his blade in a scabbard on his waist.

"How do you intend to run this world, then?" The black man asked.

"There is only one fair way to do so. Limit the population of men, and see that all who live are equally well cared for."

"Communism?" Roy asked.

"Perhaps the ultimate form of it. It is true that past experiments with this method have failed, but I believe that it was the people involved, rather than the ideals themselves, who failed."

"That is a... lofty goal," The black man said. "One that could take quite a long time to enact. But why limit the population of men? Why can we not just seek out more resources if the planet fails us?"

"Indeed. Let us seek out more, and more, and more planets to populate, until there are no more left in the universe for us to befoul." The man shook his head. "Life is not something that endures eternal. For eternity, you would have to transcend life itself."

Boss Roy looked down to the ground, frowning.

"Though there may be a way for us to renew resources and continue living on this planet, and the next, and all that follow, I know naught of it. I myself am a mortal man, whose abilities and knowledge are limited by experience. So instead, I focus on the present, and hope that those in the future will be able to come to terms with that situation." He grabbed the edge of his cloak and wrapped it around himself. "I will give you time to consider what I have said tonight, and approach you again on the next new moon. Have your group make your decision by then, whether to move with me as the Clockwork Knights, or stand aside and be caught up in my wake." And then the man span, his body quickly growing thinner and thinner until he vanished.

"Wait!" Boss called out suddenly. "What is your name!?" He asked out. To his surprise, he heard the voice of the man reverberating around him.

"My name is Xergo Proxy Ultimate, but you will call me Zero."

"Zero?" Boss muttered as the darkness around him faded, leaving the darkened interior of the tent, and the table and corpse of Vexergo above it. "As in... nothing?"

He shook his head and turned around, then started walking out of the tent.

"...They're not going to believe this, are they..."
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« Reply #10 on: November 18, 2009, 10:58:31 pm »

Planet Sphinctus, City of Colone; August 24, 10:57 a.m., 3036 A.S.

Every movement was agony, but the figure managed to drag themselves to their feet.  The chilling calm was even more nerve wracking than the unnatural sounds which the creature had been making moments ago.  Taking a second to smooth out their smoldering cloak before slowly staggering towards the slagged pile of I-beams pinning the creature to the ground. 

Moving tentatively, they inched forward, preparing for any potential attack . . .

But none was forthcoming.  The creature's skin was dried and cracked, putrid smoke pouring out from every charbroiled crevice as its mouth hung open in a horrific death mask.  Mjolinir was still held in its raised hand . . . but only for a moment, as the heft of the weapon caused the thing's wrist to crumble to dust, dropping the weapon with several loud clangs to the ground.

It . . . it was dead . . .

'Electricity, eh?  That seemed oddly easy.'

Taking a confident step forward, the cloaked figure moved forward and leaned over to pick up Mjolinir-

"Unh!"

-Only to leave it exactly where it lay.  The weapon hadn't moved a millimeter, despite how hard they had lifted . . .

"Oh, right, the 'worthy weilder' thing . . .  Meh, screw it."

Shrugging absently, the figure turned and exited the ruined construction site.  Just outside the fenced off building site, a small crowd had gathered, obviously trying to determine the outcome of the insanity which had just befallen them.  With one look at the limping, smoking figure in their tattered cloak, the looks of abject terror on the crowd's various faces melted away to mere apprehension.  Not feeling overly chatty, the figure just gestured to the nearest person.

"You, is there a starport on this planet?"

The random citizen froze like a deer in headlights, but soon gathered enough senses to reply.  "Y-yeah.  It's in the capital city, Septus.  You can get there by levitrain in a few hours if you need to . . ."

The figure nodded.  ". . . Thank you . . ."  They then turned and began walking . . . only to stop and look back over their shoulder sheepishly.

"Um . . . I don't suppose you can give me directions, can you?"
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« Reply #11 on: November 19, 2009, 06:52:27 pm »

Grim Planet, Grim City; District 36; August 23, 10:37 p.m., 3036 A.S.

W-Fox was caught off guard as Yuki abruptly stopped in mid-stride causing him to nearly pitch himself over her. Thankfully, however, he managed to catch himself in the nick of time, though that wasn't to say that he wasn't upset with the diminutive alien.

"Hey! What's the deal Nagato? You can't just stop in mid-stride like that when you've got someone following you!" the slim man hissed as he shot a glare down at the lavender haired girl's head. His words, as he subconsciously expected, were completely ignored as the slight young woman's eyes widened considerably which did nothing but make Fox more concerned as he followed her gaze toward the tent ahead of them.

'Did something just happen? Why did she just stop like that?' Fox thought to himself with a pensive expression on his rugged face as he subconsciously reached for the Comnom in his jean pocket.

"We're leaving," Yuki stated abruptly as she spun around and looked up at Fox with an expression that allowed for no debate.

Fox in turn simply nodded and moved aside as Yuki started to walk back toward the elevator while Fox followed behind her.

Grim Planet, Grim City; District 36; Subterranean  Bunker; August 23, 10:45 p.m., 3036 A.S.

Back in the subterranean bunker, Yuki and Fox had positioned themselves around the sole monitor in the cramped monochrome room. The giant holographic monitor fizzed and blinked a bit as Yuki, with lighting strokes, typed in data that W-Fox had long since given up trying to decipher.  It all just looked like some bizarre kind of hieroglyphics to him...all except for one that was.

"HEY! Are those panties?!" the tan skinned man exclaimed incredulously as he pointed out one graphic in particular that was, oddly enough, shaped like a g-string.

Yuki, as usual, simply ignored the man and continued to type at her usual inhuman speed before abruptly pressing the enter key and leaning back in her large, reclining hover chair mechanically.

Within seconds the distortion that was once like snow on a television shifted into a crystal clear picture of a dojo.  However, this was no normal dojo, no, it was anything but normal. Panties and bras of all colours, fabrics, and designs decorated the Japanese paper doors, redwood walls, and even the red and gold pillars that supported the expansive room.

"What. The. F-"

Fox, who could only stare with his mouth agape, was cut off by the familiar face of a young woman with short, shoulder length violet hair, violet eyes, and pale skin.  She was a slight young woman, and rather frail looking by all accounts, but, as with most things, her appearance was deceiving...

Indeed, Hotaru Tomoe, also known as the Giga Cookies of the infamous P.A.N.T.S.U. (Persons Adept at and Notorious for the Theft and Scarcity of Underwear) and S.E.S (Suzumiya Eradication Squad), had long since exceeded simply being capable of annihilating planets with her Silence skills. Now she could annihilate entire galaxies on a whim, and was rumored to have even developed her own dimension where she lorded as a Supreme Overlord. And, on a curious side note, she, for some reason Fox was not privy too from his memory injection, sought to destroy the Notrious Guyin Cogntio as well.

"OH! Hey Yuki! What's up? Did Fox already finish his mission?" Hotaru questioned cutely as she adjusted her ill-fitting white gi and looked over the pair.

"No," Yuki stated in her usual monotone, "Vexergo is dead...but I have recently determined with 99.99999% certainty that their is an individual with power levels at, or exceeding, those of the late Xergo Proxy Ultimate."

If Hotaru was surprised her face far from showed it as she simply nodded as fiddled with the flapping sleeve of her over-sized gi.  "Well I wasn't sure Roy Doll had managed to completely destroy him, though I had hoped, so I can't say that I'm that surprised. I guess we'll just have to change Fox's primary objective from destroying Vexergo to destroying this Xergo Proxy guy," the violet haired girl stated as she looked down at Yuki was a smile.

Yuki simply nodded in understanding.

"Meanwhile, since the situation has changed, I want you to come back," Hotaru continued but was cut off abruptly by Fox's protest.

"WAIT! WHAT?! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME DO THIS CRAZY QUEST ON MY OWN?!"

Hotaru and Yuki, who spun around the face the bewildered man, gazed upon him with deadpan expressions on their faces and the trio sat in silence for a moment.  Then...

"DUH?!" both girls said with goofy expressions, reminiscent of downs, on their faces conveying their impression that Fox must have had down syndrome to ask such a remedial question.

For his part Fox could only slant his eyes and glare at the pair, trying to maintain his composure less he piss off his creator to the point where she detonated the bomb in his head.

"Anyway, I'm not leaving you completely helpless! Would I ever do such a thing?" Hotaru questioned indignantly as it was now Fox's and Yuki's turn to stare at her incredulously. "Okay," Hotaru said with a slight frown and a roll of her eyes, "Don't answer that." "Anyway, here, have a yo-yo"

Suddenly a red and white yo-yo fazed into existence and landed on Fox's head with a loud "Thunk".

"OW! WHAT THE F-"

Fox's indignant curse was once again cut off when Hotaru continued her speech.

"Alright, now that you've got your yo-yo now you can start on phase one of my plan. I need you to rob a weapons delivery train on Planet Yardang in the Ventrifact Sector. On that train will be a new rifle proto-type. I'm not sure what it does and all that, but it's supposed to be pretty bad ass. Anyway, once you secure that it's yours to use instead of the yo-yo...though I'm sure once you use the yo-yo you'll never want to use anything else. Anyway, report in using my old Comnom after that and I'll tell you where to go from there," the violet eyed girl said with a wink.

Fox simply stared at the young woman blankly as he squeezed the titanium yo-yo in his hand with all his might pretending it was her skull.  'Sometimes, sometimes,' he thought to himself as his body started to glow eerily.

"Good luck Fox! And God's Speed!" Hotaru said with a salute which was countered with a middle finger by Fox who abruptly flashed out of the room...
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Planet Sphinctus, Septus City; Intergalactic Starport; August 24, 4:32 p.m., 3036 A.S.


Taking another short step, the shadowy figure gave an internal cheer of victory as they finally reached the head of the line for the ticket desk.  Their benefactor had been kind enough to take them to Mc Globule's on the way to the Levitrain station, so between that and the meager amount of sleep they had gotten, they were feeling much better now.  So, good mood firmly in place, the figure strode forward to the desk and cheerfully asked-

"So which flight do I need to take to get to Tin City?"

The drab looking woman behind the desk looked at them like they were insane.  "I'm sorry . . . Tin City?  I don't believe I know of that city . . . anywhere in the entire galaxy."

The cloaked stranger returned the cashier's odd look, though it was lost in the shadows of their hood.  "You . . . haven't heard of Tin City?"

The woman shook her head.  "Do you happen to know the planet it is on?  Perhaps its some obscure, tiny little place that isn't on one of our main transit lanes?"

The figure held up a finger . . . only to drop it a moment later.  ". . . Actually I don't know the name of the planet . . .  I'm pretty sure it's a fairly major city, though . . ."  Sudden realization dawned on the stranger " . . . or, at least it was.  Say, I don't suppose you've heard about a group called the Clockwork Knights?  I'm kind of searching for them."

The cashier's eyes widened noticeably.  "You mean that insane gathering of dangerously violent vigilantes that always end up causing waaaay more damage than they do good?"  Her eyes then narrowed suspiciously.  "Why exactly would you be looking for them?"

". . .Um . . . to destroy them for their wicked ways?" they supplied nervously.

"Oh, well why didn't you say so?  They tend to stay out of sight, terrorist scum that they are, but last I heard on the Intergalactic Network, few of them had been spotted in the vicinity of the Grim System."

"Grim . . . System?  Who the heck named a system like that?"

The cashier shot them a knowing look.  "You're standing in the capital city of Septus,   on the planet Sphinctus, you shouldn't exactly be throwing stones here."

The figure considered that for a moment, before shrugging and nodding.  "Fair enough.  So, can I get a ticket there, then?"

The cashier nodded.  "Of course, there's a flight leaving within the hour, and I can get you on it.  Flights there practically never sell out, in fact the fact that its a waypoint to more popular destinations is the only reason we go through that system at all.  So, how will you be paying?"

The cloaked stranger tugged nervously at their collar for a moment, before handing a credit card to the cashier.  "This is my card," they intoned carefully as they subtly waved their hand before them.

They felt absolutely terrible for taking advantage of the kind man that had helped them out like that, but they really couldn't dawdle around in the asshole of the universe.

The cashier took the card and didn't even bother to match the picture to their face . . . which was good, considering their face was still hidden in the shadows of their hood.

"Alright then, Mr Fontaniano, enjoy your flight."

They gladly took the offered ticket and nodded.  "Thank you very much for your help."

"I'm sure nothing will go wrong with my trip."
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« Reply #13 on: November 20, 2009, 08:00:45 pm »

Grim Planet; Grim City, District 24; Dark Alleyway, August 24, 11:02 p.m., 3036 A.S.

Boss Roy stood alone in a dark alleyway and looked around several times to make sure he was alone before he approached a rather inconspicuously placed garbage can. He kicked it to make sure it was the right one, and seeing that it didn't budge, but instead gave an echoing clang, pulled the top off of the can and jumped inside. Standing up, he set the top down ontop of himself and knelt down inside the dark can. After thirty seconds had past, a red light appeared on a small numberpad, and he began to enter a relatively long string of numbers at an insane rate.

Five minutes of button mashing later, Boss pushed the button that was lit up by the red light, and it turned green. A female voice spoke up almost immediately after.

"Entry code accepted. Welcome back, Boss Roy."

The moment the voice had started, the platform he was on started slowly lowering down further into the ground, and he looked up as it got further. Another platform emerged from the wall, covering the red light up and covering him in darkness. A white light on the bottom of the platform turned on as Boss lowered down further and further into the ground. The low whine of the mechanism powering the elevator echoed throughout the shaft, and he muttered while rubbing his arms for heat.

"Damn narrow elevator," He muttered, hugging himself. It didn't help that the shaft itself wasn't insulated, meaning that the cold air from the night was getting in from above.

Thirty seconds of moving downwards later, the platform stopped, and the walls around him sank down into the ground, revealing a rather high-tech command base all around him. People were working at computers and consoles and meandering about with papers or clipboards in hand.  In the center of the room was a raised platform protected by a metal guard railing, with more computers and a large chair in the center. The moment he stepped out of the shaft, the walls appeared around it once more and rose up into the ceiling.

Sighing, and not ready to talk with the group about what had transpired, Boss made a beeline for his room, walking towards a corridor to his left.

"Ah! Boss!"

Roy cursed and turned around to see a young girl standing up on the platform in the room. Everyone in the room looked over at her, then, following her line of sight, saw him.

"How did it go?"

Boss closed his eyes.

"Vexergo is dead." He said.

The shock in the room was palpable - some mouths gaped, and others simply stared at him with wide eyes. Before celebrations could start, however, he continued.

"Xergo is alive."

With that, he turned and started walking towards the corridor again.

"X-Xergo?" The young girl's eyes widened and she shook her head, taking a step back. "You're lying! There's no way that ancient monster is alive!"

"He killed Vexergo himself," Boss said waving his hand. "Now leave me alone, I need some sleep."

With that, the pink haired girl frowned but nodded, and Boss walked into his room.

The man walked over towards his bed and fell on it.
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« Reply #14 on: November 20, 2009, 08:33:39 pm »

Planet Yardang-Ventrifact Sector; Current location: S.T.A.R. Corps. Weapon's Development Train located just above City Omega III; August 24, 9:00 p.m., 3036 A.S.

Sergeant Gertrude Von Bratwurst was anything but a patient woman, and anyone who had prior contact with her knew to stay out of her way when she was bored or perturbed. And such was the reason why she was currently the only one hidden behind a S.T.A.R. Corps. anti-energy field. Everyone else had long since decided, even before the mission began, that they would find cover where ever else they could, including behind large crates, under force-field protected Humvees, or behind turrets. In fact, most of the privates were more frightened of their commanding officer than they were of the potential threat that would, allegedly, be bearing down on them at any minute.

"Tch, come on you bastard. Show your face, I know you want this damn gun. You've always loved shiny things," the brunette sergeant muttered underneath her breath as she gritted down on the smoking cigar between her large, white teeth and thin lips. The sergeant was far from a beauty, but what she didn't have in looks she more than made up for in brawn, confidence, and a copious amount of scary ass scars. One scar in particular,  which ran the length of her entire right side of face down from her forehead, was particularly gruesome. Resembling an acidic burn, the warped and crinkled skin, which was slightly burgundy, would have looked more appropriate on a corpse rather than a living, breathing woman, and her bionic blood red eye, custom made on her request, was even more haunting. Of course no one would ever tell the five foot ten inch woman, who weighed 178 pounds of raw muscle, that she looked like she had been to hell and back and decided to take another round trip. In fact, by all accounts, the sergeant had been to hell and back, but it was something she preferred not to discuss so no one really knew any details, but suffice to say she definitely had it out for a certain violet haired Overlord.

"Dude, Jamal, I know this probably isn't the best time to be chattin' and all, but does the sergeant looked even more pissed than usual?" a private, who donned a full-body suit of black, cybernetic battle armour, questioned as he looked over toward his counterpart who was currently ducked behind a plasma turret with his laser rifle clutched tightly to his chest.

"Shit! How the fuck should I know, Joseph, I try not to even look in the broad's general direction when I don't have to. Her face gives me the creeps, especially when she swoops her bang behind her ears and places that dog food of a right half on display. It's fuckin' disgusting, so, no, I don't know if she looks more pissed than usual," Jamal hissed at his fellow private hidden underneath a silver, magic proof Sedan.  "Hell, I've got a good idea, why don't you ask her if you're so curious?"

Joseph visibly flinched at the suggestion and shook his head vigorously.  "Thanks but no thanks. After she literally shoved Duncan's head up his ass for mentioning part of her scar looked like it was pealing, I think I know a little better than to ask or tell her anything," the private muttered under his breath as he took in the dimly lit layout of the warehouse compartment of the train once again.

S.T.A.R. Corps. Trains were known for being practically impenetrable by any conventional means and even some that were not so conventional, and the cars were also known for being incredibly expansive on the inside spanning the size of a small house easily.  The warehouse car was no exception, with it's high ceiling and wide walls sixty large vehicles could be stored within one easily which was good, because the crew new they would need all of the running, ducking, and hiding space they could get should their target arrive. Though the room offered a Magi-Suppressor system, anyone with a brain knew that such a thing meant little when facing off against someone who could annihilate entire galaxies.

"Bah, I'll just keep praying that she doesn't show up," Private Joseph decided after a moment as he made sure his laser rifle was charged and ready to fire.

Meanwhile, Gertrude was become more furious every second as she piratically glared through the brightly lit, perhaps too brightly lit, stand in the center of the room displaying the proto-type. 'What's taking her so long?!' the sergeant thought to herself as she gritted her teeth once more and fiddled with the trigger of her silver laser cannon.

However, no sooner had she spoken than a bright flash of light enveloped the room blinding everyone present for a moment before they blinked the spots out of their eyes and found a figure standing in the center of the room.

"THERE SHE IS! OPEN FIRE!!!" Gertrude exclaimed, her blue, grey, and black camouflage cap practically falling off her head as she shot up from behind her hiding place and squeezed the trigger on her laser cannon.

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"This is going to get real old, real quick," Fox muttered to himself as he reappeared, in a flash of light, seemingly in the center of a large warehouse. "And I thought I was supposed to be on a train. Don't tell me I've got to find my own way on. That would be so re-goddamn-dunkulous...though I guess I shouldn't put it past her to do something retarded like that," the slim man  continued to mutter to himself as he prepared to take a step forward to look around.  However, he abruptly stopped when he heard a rather burly, yet slightly feminine voice bellow, "THERE SHE IS! FIRE!!!"

"What the f-!?" Fox exclaimed, once again being cut off, but this time by himself as he narrowly managed to duck under a giant laser beam in time to have it simply fly over his neck, still managing to burn it slightly.  So surprised was the man that he didn't even register the fact that he was running like a bat out of hell from a torrent of laser fire until he almost pitched over a force bubble activator.  Quickly kicking the red button on the side of the thing, Fox managed to summon a force bubble around himself, narrowly deflecting a laser bolt that would have left him with a third eye in the center of his forehead.

"HEY?! WHAT'S THE DEAL?!" the raven haired man snapped irritably as he flicked off his hidden assailants.  Then there was a moment of silence...which was almost immediately followed by a man declaring, "Hey, false alarm guys, it ain't her."

Now Fox was puzzled, but his puzzlement was soon replaced by dread as, out of seemingly nowhere, a burly woman plummeted down from the sky with a thud in front of his bubble and glared at him in disbelief. It also didn't help that the scar on the right side of her face was making his stomach churn.

"Uh...hi?"

"YOU VAGABOND  SON OF A BITCH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ON A S.T.A.R. CORPS. TRAIN?! ISN'T IT BAD ENOUGH THAT YOU ALL GET TO RIDE ON REGULAR PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION FOR FREE, JERKIN' OFF AND SHITTIN' ALL OVER THE PLACE LIKE IT'S YOUR GODDAMN HOME?! THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY YOU WORTHLESS TOAD, AND NOW, NOW YOUR ASS IS GOING TO JAIL!" Gertrude practically exploded as she finished her diatribe and leveled her cannon at Fox once more. "COME ON! I AIN'T GOT ALL DAY! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THAT BUBBLE!" the burly woman hissed as Fox cocked an eyebrow at her and placed his hands on his hips.

"Look lady, I don't know who you think you're talking to, but-"

Fox didn't even see it coming, and it hit him like bullet train, but he was pretty sure the burly woman's meaty fist smashed into his face. Of course, almost immediately blacking out, he would never be sure as he collapsed in a heap within the bubble.

Meanwhile there was a loud hissing sound heard all around the room, followed by a choir of, "DAYUM!!!! YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!!!"

Looking over her handy work, Gertrude smiled a smile that conveyed a sense of stress finally released, and smug satisfaction as she motioned for two privates to come to her side.  As soon as the pair arrived she was just about to tell them to take Fox to the prisoner car, when she got a good look at him for the first time.

"Well I'll be!" she muttered breathlessly, "This bastard looks just like my late husband, Jorge de Jesus!"

"So what do you want us to do with him, Sarge? Take him to the prisoner car?" one of the pair inquired before the burly woman shook head slightly.

"Nah...take this one to my car and have him tied up. I want to interrogate him, and see just how he managed to get on this train," Gertrude said with a mischievous smirk hidden away from the privates behind her.

One thing was sure, Fox, or, ahem, Jorge was in for a little "treat" when he finally awoke from his unscheduled slumber.

Meanwhile, and ironically enough, nobody noticed a shadowy figure appear out of the shadows, by pass all the security sensors in milli-seconds, swipe the rifle proto-type, and disappear once more...



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