With the words, "--Ord out!" Harold R. Wyandotte's conversation with his ally abruptly concludes.
"What?!" Wyandotte rages. "How dare he cut me off like that! He'd better keep that appointment with our ally! Why, without me he'd probably be begging on the streets! I ought to--"
He pauses and calms himself. "Hmmph...I suppose I'll let him think he has the upper hand--for now. That simpleton has no inkling of the mind he's dealing with...and it's better he continues not to until he's outlived his usefulness."
"Ah, yes...great intellects are continually underestimated by those with brute strength and flashy powers. True power resides completely in the mind! Certainly, the LMB wrote me off as a simple killer all those years ago. Killing people was merely an afterthought for me as I was more interested in the exercise of outwitting other sentients. Having proven myself in that area, I've moved on to killing key players, as on a chessboard in order to further the larger goal. Ah, yes, some day the LMB will come to rue the day they wrote off the man they crudely nicknamed 'Se--"
Wyandotte's soliloquy is interrupted as something on his massive vid display catches his eye. "What's this? I believe I lipread an interesting snippet from the Security Office! Hmmm....I need to rewind that feed---how stunned they would be if they knew I had complete surveillance of their vaunted--ah, I shall start there..."
The feed he reviews recounts a conversation between reserve LMBer Shadowplay in Candlelight Lass and LMBer/Security Officer Dedman. He watches and listens intently.
When he finishes examining it, Wyandotte grins a little. "So," he says, "they've already figured out that Hummer Lass isn't psychotic, eh? Ord was the icebreaker between her memories and the ones Dedman obtained, as I predicted."
"Hmmm...this 'Shady' of theirs is quite adept at what she does. I didn't anticipate them bringing her into it. That sped up my projection by weeks, at least. I shall have to consider taking her and Matlock off the board soon, I believe."
"In any case they are still very far from the truth. If anything, they'll be chasing their tails even more. There will be more than enough time for me to kill their Lard Lad...and then move into the next phase of my plan!"
As he utters those last words, his hands move toward the mysterious canister which rests on a table close by, and he taps it softly.
-------------------- "Suck it, depressos!"--M. Lash
From: The Underbelly of Society | Registered: Jul 2003
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Antacid lass looked to the skies. Somewhere up there were her hereos, the LMB. She had travelled to Legionworld once, in hopes of joining them, but her control over her powers was far to limited at the time. Things were different now. She could eat anything and make anyone else feel the effects of eating it....instant stomachaches. How could they reject her now? She turned to the holo-vid......."Bismoll saved by the LMB" said the newscaster. Antacid lass smiled, she knew her heros would save the day. Now to somehow meet them and show them how powerful she had become.
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The High Priest Caracalla turned around and faced Cobalt one on one. Quietly, Jailbait Lass slipped out of the room, per Cobalt’s instructions—Caracalla was far too dangerous. The High Priest’s eyes were black, and lifeless. He was younger than Cobalt suspected, and was tall and thin.
“Odd to see a high-ranking officer of the Dark Oval in the Barbarian Hordes,” said Cobalt Kid.
“The Barbarian Hordes. What a name to give a sector of space. I do not care for it. I do not care for the Khanate of Carthac either truthfully,” replied the High Priest. He grinned now softly. “What did you expect to find? There’s nothing you can do here.”
“I expected some kind of answers,” said Cobalt calmly, “some kind of explanation as to why so many people have to die for you and the Black Sun. For the Barbarian Hordes. For the Dark Oval.”
“That’s it?” said Caracalla smiling. “I thought you were here for the boy. My ‘young’ apprentice,” he added sarcastically. “He’s not young anymore. Not since you’ve last seen him. When you and your friends failed him. But the Black Sun has taken care of Elagabolus. And he will repay us kindly.”
“You haven’t answered me.”
“You know the answer! I want it to end. ALL of it!” he proclaimed in a raspy voice. “This world has lost all of my love and it must be cleansed. The fires of life must be tempered and put-out for a time, leaving only a small ember. That ember will grow into the new world—and we will be that ember. Long live the Sun-Eaters!, ‘Cobaltus’, and long they *shall* live,” he said loudly, then adding softly“ Long die the suns.”
“You want to wipe out the universe? You really think that’s possible?” said Cobalt, growing angrier. “Many have tried you know—and none ever have. It’s a ridiculous concept. So you’re holy church can lead the next generation? Its outrageous,” he said, gaining his composure. “And you know it. You always have. You don’t believe Sol Invictus is coming to destroy the universe, so you’re setting up Elagabolus to do it. Your using a young boy to fit into your religion, taking the parts of it you like and leaving the rest out. That makes you a murderer.”
“That makes me beyond you,” replied Caracalla. “There is nothing you can do here. I’ve come to this dismal sector of space and shown the Barbarians the light. They join us more and more each day. And those who do not worship will be left in darkness and death. And you can do nothing about it.”
Cobalt’s thoughts went to a million places. He should just end things right here. He remembered Lardy with Hrykos, and what Lardy might do here. Or what would Space Ranger do? Haul him in? But no…he could not commit murder and he had nowhere to bring Caracalla.
Caracalla smiled again, and this time, a black light emanated from his hands. “A wise decision,” he said. “I am not a helpless priest sworn against violence.” The energy appeared to be flicker wildly, as if a black-fire.
Cobalt walked forward to him, now only three feet away. “Call off your army’s against the UP. Stop any plans to invade or make war with the border planets. And end all Black Sun activity on Legion World.” Cobalt’s words were hard and cold, and had no more emotion in them.
Caracalla smiled no more. “They aren’t my armies…” he replied. Cobalt went to interject, but Caracalla stopped him. “…yet. There will not be anymore attempts on the UP this warring season,” he continued smiling, “we’ve accomplished all we wanted to. And Black Sun activity on Legion World…I know nothing about it.”
Cobalt stared at him, attempting to gain the measure of the man, but it was impossible. He was too hard to crack. What did he mean by those statements? Was he telling the truth? He obviously couldn’t take him at his word.
“Goodbye Cobalt Kid,” said Caracalla. “Take your female friend and get off this planet. And if a member of your Legion ever sets foot on this planet again, they will be executed along with some other close to them, as is our way.”
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An old bum drags an antiquated shopping basket near the same back alley where HUGEMANBREASTS was killed over three weeks ago. He peers around each corner and at the rooftops cautiously as if looking for something or someone specifically.
Soon he arrives at the exact spot of the murder. He stops and fiddles with a switch or something under his woolen cap. Whatever he pressed, a small lens pops out over his right eye, and a tiny microphone extends near his mouth. The apparent vagrant then begins to speak to no one in particular.
"This is Clark Marlowe. Entry number 10. Day Three on undercover assignment.
Well, I've spent many hours combing these back alleys where Bat-Fem's been sighted, but so far, no Kono Juice. In fact it's been extremely quiet. Either she knows I'm looking for her, she's Hummer Lass and locked up behind bars or maybe she's dead?
Getting a little tired of these grimy clothes and this itchy fake beard--and I believe I'm now majorly infested with fleas! It's a good thing I'm dedicated to my craft, or I'd ditch this assignment for a long, steamy bath in a Metropolis min--?"
"Who you talkin' to, old-timer? And what're you doin' out in a dark alley all alone? It ain't safe here, ya know?"
Marlowe gasps as he realizes a dozen gang bangers have surrounded him. He looks around and sees that some of them look a little worse for the wear. Two are on crutches, some have their arms in slings and the man who spoke, a Talokian by his looks, is missing several teeth. All of this makes Marlowe feel no less terrified because they still look like they could kill him twenty times over!
"So," the Talokian says as he moves closer to Marlowe and brandishes a laser scalpel, there was this Bat Chick protecting the streets for a while. Messed us up pretty bad. She musta lost her nerve or somethin' because nobody's seen her for a while." He brings the scalpel near Marlowe's throat, so close that the heat from it forms blisters on his neck skin. "Guess we'll have to take out our aggression on you, huh?"
As Marlowe closes his eyes and prays to whatever deities he believes in, a figure leaps from no where and kicks the Talokian back. She looks at the other bangers and screams "BOO!", and they run (or hobble) off as fast as they can.
"Are you all right?" she asks Marlowe as she helps him up after he'd collapsed in fright.
"Bat-Fem?" Marlowe manages.
"Yes, I'm--"
"LOOK OUT!" Marlowe yells.
The warning comes nearly too late as the Talokian, who had not fled, connects almost full-on with a surprisingly powerful blow to her face, knocking her mask off in the process. Marlowe gasps as she responds with a sweeping kick that knocks the Talokian to the ground. In the instant that response buys her, she finds the mask and puts it back on.
"You like that, Bat-Whore?" laughs the Talokian. "I was ready for you...had some MHGH ready...little extra oomph to my punches, huh?"
Marlowe thinks, Meta-Human Growth Hormone? If Bat-Fem's a norm like my sources say, she's in trouble! But, damn, I'm so sprockin' freaked, I can't move--probably couldn't help anyway...
"Power isn't everything, Mallor," she says and starts methodically maneuvering around him and applying strategic jabs all over him.
"Stay still, Bat-Whore! I'm gonna break your sprockin' neck!"
"Forgive me if I don't oblige." In one fluid motion, she leaps toward him and extends a collapsable bo staff. Mallor runs at her full-speed, and she hits him square in the kneecaps with the staff as she dodges his advance. With a sickening crack he falls on his face and is squealing in pain.
"Little weak in the knees?" she quips, then knocks him mercifully unconscious with a tap on the head.
"Power's not everything, Marlowe," she says, suprising the reporter. "Remember that." And then she shoots a line into the air, disappearing as suddenly as she came.
His jaw agape, he says blankly into his still-extended microphone, "she knew who I am?" It is only then, as he hears his words reverbed into his earpiece, that he realizes he was recording the entire encounter.
"Shit!" he says. "That means my holo-cam was recording the whole thing...including when her mask fell off!"
Unbidden, visions of a Galactic Pulitzer begin to dance in his head. "Chloe Lane's going to have to notice me when I win it!"
In their suite Dru puts the finishing touches on her hair and makeup as her fiance Lard Lad sits quietly on their made-up bed. They are preparing to head home to Legion World after over a month well-spent on the planet known for spiritual healing.
"Honestly, honey, I don't know what we'll do for a honeymoon after this!" Dru says as she tweaks some stray strands of hair she's spotted while looking in the mirror.
Lard Lad remains silent, apparently not hearing her.
Noticing he didn't respond, Dru turns and faces him. "Anthony? Honey, what's wrong?"
"Huh?" he says and looks at her. "Oh! Baby, you look absolutely stunning as usual!"
"Well, thanks," she says with a grin and then walks over and sits on his lap, "but I was wondering where you were, just now!"
"Oh, that," he says wistfully while putting his arms around her. "I...I guess I'm a little nervous..."
"Nervous? About going home?"
"Yeah, babe...I guess I'm afraid of losing the piece of mind I've found here."
"I know what you mean, honey...but we can't hide forever."
"Can't we?"
Her response is to give him a gentle kiss. Then she says, "no, we can't. Legion World needs us...and we need it! We have a lot of things in our pasts that we need to redeem. We need to be heroes!"
"Yes," he answers knowingly, "yes, we do."
"And no matter how dark it is there, we'll always have each other...don't forget that!"
"Of course not!" he answers feeling such joy that his eyes well up a little.
"Tell ya what, though," she adds with a new inspiration in her eyes, "there's nothing that says we can't take the scenic route back, right?"
"Right!"
With childlike glee, the two stand up and take each other's hands. Dru utters a spell, and they and their belongings vanish in a glittering cloud of smoke.
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Two male figures, one human, one Pyngwyn, float weightlessly.
"Soon, my darling," said the human. "Soon it will all come to pass."
The Pyngwyn nodded, "Yes. Allying yourself with those two humans was a master stroke. They have no idea you aren't a follower of theirs."
"Yes. And soon, you will reign over not one, but two universes. And I at your side."
"Oh, yes."
"Fortunately, we don't have to worry about my double from your world, but yours..."
"He's mine! He took it all away from me! My throne! My empire! My sister!"
"Ah, yes. Your sister. She has been convenient."
"My stupid, goodie-goodie double doesn't suspect what she will do!"
"And then it will all be ours!"
The Earth-1 Blaine Fey and the Evil Emperor Penguin embraced passionately.
-------------------- The only character in all of literature who has been described as "badnass" while using the phrase "vile miscreant."
From: The Pyngwyn Colonies of Planet Hyustyn | Registered: Aug 2005
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Jailbait Lass waited for Cobalt to join her, shifting her stance in the hallways close to Caracalla’s room. She was supposed to go to S.H.A.G. outside, but decided to wait for him. It was a bad move, she realized, when she heard someone coming down the hall.
“Who goes there?” said a voice, and she realized it was a younger man. A deep voice, but definitely a young man—younger than her. As the figure moved closer, she realized exactly who it was. The young man was fourteen or fifteen. He was very tall and incredibly thin. He had no shirt covering his torso and was covered in weird, exotic tattoos. His head was bald, and his eyes were very dark. There was something alarming about him. Something in the way he walked. She felt almost a low buzzing in her mind as he walked closer, as if there was very real raw power coming off of him. This was Elagabolus.
“I-I,” she began, but fumbled her words, “I’m waiting for someone,” she said.
“Waiting?” he asked, and his voice was crisp. “You aren’t one of the Khanate of Carthac. Your skin is far to pale,” he moved closer to her. “Who are you? he said, raising his hand to her arm and pulling her closer as she meant to walk away.
She almost screamed at his touch, thinking he would kill her. He didn’t—she felt no change to her bare skin. “Stop! Please, let go. I-I don’t like to be touched,” she said looking at him more closely. He stared back, waiting for a reply. “Why are you here?” she said to him finally.
“What?” he said, taken aback. “I’m with the High Priest.”
“Yes,” she replied, “why are you here? Why are you with them? I know your story Elagabolus. Why are you with the Black Sun?”
He brow creased and his mouth became a paper thin line. “I’m here because I believe in Sol Invictus,” he said. “But you know me, and I don’t know you,” he continued now growing angry. “How?!” he finished, pushing her back.
“Leave her alone, Elag,” said a voice, and both he and Jailbait Lass turned to see Cobalt Kid. Cobalt walked forward and in seconds took in every aspect of Elag’s appearance. Jailbait Lass knew it broke his heart. “How could you…?” he said softly, moving closer to Jailbait Lass and putting his coat around her. “Not a scared little boy anymore, I see?”
“No, I’m not,” said Elagabolus, apparently shaken up by this encounter.
“Liar,” said Cobalt, moving closer to him. “Elag, let me take you away from here.” Though they spoke, much more was said in their silence and their eyes. Elag had slept next to Cobalt for weeks once, and had trusted him and the rest of the LMB completely. They were his guardians, his friends. His family. “It’s alright,” Cobalt added, extending his arm. Elag desperately wanted not to be touched by Cobalt, but simply could not get the words out. Cobalt’s hand was on his shoulder suddenly. “It’s okay,” Cobalt repeated.
Elag looked at him and remembered when he saved him. He remembered holding a dying man. The healing energies of Cobalt existed in the LMBers hands and Elag was suddenly aware of it. He didn’t notice at first, but when he did, he felt them. And they burned. Softly and slowly they burned. “No,” whispered the boy. Cobalt looked at him with a sad look. “NO!!” yelled Elagabolus pulling away, the boy’s flesh burning Cobalt’s hand and vice versa.
“You’d have me hide somewhere?” said the boy speaking quickly. “I will not. The whole world will know who I am and I’ll never hide again.”
“Elag, the whole world could benefit from you!”
“No. You’re the healer now, you and your friends. I’ll be the destroyer…” he said, walking away towards Caracalla’s quarters, his words trailing off.
Cobalt and Jailbait Lass walked away. “Three years, Lolita,” he said to her quietly, “three years of thinking of that moment, and its not how I thought it would turn out at all…”
[ October 27, 2006, 10:19 AM: Message edited by: Cobalt Kid ]
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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The Morning Glory Starliner, en route to Legion World from Psyonia
< Margurita Thal looked up at the display screen above the refrigeration unit and frowned. The passenger in Cabin 14 wanted something. Again. She closed her eyes and sighed. She couldn’t face him again. She looked over at the new kid, Babeet. It was her first flight. The captain said to take it easy one her, but… >
[Margurita Thal]: Hey, Babeet, could you do me a favor?
[Babeet Prak]: Sure thing, Margurita! I’m happy to help!
[Margurita Thal]: The passenger in Cabin 14 is asking for milk. Would you mind running some down to him?
[Babeet Prak]: Not a problem! < looking around > Where are the glasses again?
[Margurita Thal]: Errr… actually, this passenger requires a bowl of milk. Special needs.
[Babeet Prak]: Cool beans! I’m on it!
< Realizing that she was most likely going to hell, Margurita watched as the young stewardess poured some milk into a bowl, placed the bowl on a serving tray and bee-bopped her way down the corridor. Margurita hated perky twenty year olds. >
[Babeet Prak (ringing door buzzer)]: Stewardess!
[Voice from inside Cabin 14]: Come on in!
< Babeet opened the door and entered the private cabin. The room wasn’t one of the ship’s larger cabins, but it was comfortable enough. A pair of lounge chairs were set before the viewscreen panel in the far wall, and there was a double-size bed on the opposite end of the room. Sprawled out in the middle of the bed was a cat, taking up far more space than seemed possible. The cat opened one eye as the young girl approached. >
[Babeet Prak]: Well, hello there, little fella! I’m betting that your daddy had this ordered up for you!
< Unable to resist the impulse, Babeet set the tray down and began rubbing the cat’s fur, scratching along his underbelly. She assumed it’s owner was in the bathroom. Slowly the cat wiggled around, enjoying the attention. He lazily opened both eyes and seemed to wink at the stewardess. >
[Bob the Cat]: A little lower and you can join the Mile High Club.
< Bob the Cat sauntered along down Embassy Row, humming a bad 70s porn track as he passed the walled embassies. He thought that the young stewardess had overreacted, considering she was the one who had made the first move. It wasn't like he had actually planned to go through with anything. Humans made great can openers, but they really didn't know what they were doing, you know, sexually. >
< Bob stopped before the huge double gates at the end of Embassy Row. High inertron walls stretched off on both sides, and the gates themselves were emblazoned by a stylized "L" symbol and starburst design. He began to move forward, and then suddenly stopped as a mounted scanner emerged from a hidden compartment in the wall. >
[Computer Voice]: Warning... the property that you are trying to access is designated as restricted. Please identify yourself, and state your purpose at LMBP Plaza.
< Bob the Cat turned his eyes upward, a cat-like look of distain on his face. >
[Bob the Cat]: Call me Bob, sweetheart, and my business is none of yours.
[Computer Voice]: Please stand by. A security team will be with you momentarily.
[Bob the Cat]: As if.
< Bob the Cat moved forward toward the gate. Suddenly, detention coils snaked up through the pavement, slinking out to grab the feline intruder. Annoyed, Bob leaped gracefully about, dodging the cables as they tried to detain him. He resisted the urge to spray them as he slipped through the gates and moved across the compound. >
< Once again, Maxx the Sorcerer could tell even as he was waking up that something was… different. He knew immediately that he wasn’t floating again, but there was a strange pressure on his chest. He slowly opened his eyes, and gasped in surprise to see two green eyes looking back at him. >
[Bob the Cat]: It’s about time you woke up, kid. I was just about to slip a mirror under your nose. < Bob begin to lick his paw. > A cat could starve to death around here, waiting for someone to wake up and feed him.
< Maxx thought about sitting up, but with the cat sitting on his chest, he figured that might not be a great idea just yet. >
[Maxx the Sorcerer]: Ummm… who exactly are you, and what are you doing here?
[Bob the Cat]: You can call me Bob. As for what I’m doing here, why don’t we talk about that in the kitchen? I’m fairly certain that you have some leftovers in the fridge that need eating.
< The Crusader began to stir in his sleep, slowly awakened by the voices next to him. Even as he started to open his eyes, his power began to surge, and objects in the room began to quiver. Bob looked over at him, and one paw shot out to slap down on the Prince’s bare arm. Suddenly, the quivering stopped. >
[Bob the Cat]: Let’s have none of that, princeling. I’m not fond of being shaken about on an empty stomach.
[The Crusader]: Who in the…? How did you just do that?
< Bob jumped down from the bed, and began walking purposefully toward the door. He didn’t bother to look back, confident that the humans would follow. It’s what humans did. >
[Bob the Cat]: You know, if we’re going to be working together, you kids need to start paying attention.
< The young couple scrambled after the cat, catching up with him as he was passing through the kitchen door. >
[Maxx the Sorcerer]: Sorry, but you haven’t really said much.
< Bob leaped up onto the counter, turned to face them and sat down, his eyes narrowing slightly. >
[Bob the Cat]: Allow me to repeat myself then. Feed. The. Cat
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< Maxx and Mykel waited patiently while Bob the Cat ate his meal. They were more than a little astonished that such a small creature could put away so much food. Finally, the cat finished dining and proceeded to clean his whiskers. The pair began to grow annoyed, and then the cat looked up at them. >
[Bob the Cat]: Okay. Let's talk business.
[Maxx the Sorcerer (sarcastically)]: Are you sure you've had enough? We could always run out and slaughter you something.
[Bob the Cat (mockingly)]: Stop it... too funny... my sides are splitting. Now if you're done, shut up and pay attention.
< Maxx opened his mouth to reply, but Mykel's hand on his arm stopped him. The cat, apparently certain of his audience's attention, continued. >
[Bob the Cat]: I'm a familiar. For all intents and purposes, I am able to channel energy, typically mystical energy, but in a pinch any energy will do. I am here to help you.
[The Crusader]: In what way, exactly?
[Bob the Cat]: People are under the false impression that mystics choose their familiars. In reality, the familiar chooses the mystic. We go where we're needed, and frankly, you guys are needy.
[Maxx the Sorcerer]: I do NOT need a familiar.
[Bob the Cat]: Tough, because you've got one. And you're not so much in need as the prince here. He's got powers that are beyond his control, and he needs to learn to control them fairly quickly. That's part of why I'm here. As a familiar, I can not only channel power through me, but I can block power. Working through my mage, which is you, sunshine, I will be able to keep his powers in check as he gets a handle on them. And at the same time, I will be doing the same thing for his sister. And while I'm doing that, I am also planning to teach you a few things, my little mage. You've got power, but you're a little rough around the edges. I'm going to give you a little polish.
< Bob looked around the kitchen, his eyes narrowing slightly.
[Bob the Cat]: First things first, though, why don't one of you point me toward the little cat's room. Daddy's gotta make a pit stop.
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The man known as Harold Ryan Wyandotte sits, as he often does, in front of his giant vid monitor display, his fingers entwined. He glances down at a hard copy of some recently-obtained information. He untangles his hands, picks it up and reads it again.
"Hmm..." he contemplates, "...I wonder if Marlowe is on to anything with this Bat-Fem? She has been quite a thorn in my side as her nocturnal activities here in Old Town have often clashed with my operations. This transcript I obtained of his initial notes indicates three main suspects. This first one seems ridiculous. Perhaps I'll check on her anyway..."
The largest monitor goes black for a moment, then displays:
Hummer Lass. Holding Cell. Legion World Office of Security.
Shady is with the detainee trying to help her sort through her memories. Hummer Lass's platinum blonde hair with its pink highlights is disheveled, her eyes haunted.
"And what happened after you...assaulted...Hugh, sweetie?" Shady asks.
"I don't know...I guess I blacked out for a while...there's missing time. The next thing I know, I'm in my apartment--oh god--I was celebrating wha-what I'd done...oh god..."
"Please continue, sweetie."
"Then...then I took a shower...w-washed all the--all the--b-bl--"
As Hummer Lass weeps, Shady holds her and tries to restrain her own tears.
"Why Shady? Why did I do that? I would n-never hurt someone like that! All those memories are fading--can't remember much about the man who told me he was Lardy--can't remember why I believed in him. So much missing time...oh god!"
Wyandotte relishes the sight of her breaking down for a while, then says, "absolutely ludicrous! Marlowe wasquite off-base with that half-baked theory! Still, I love to see her suffer! Hmmm...how about this 'Jada Konti'? It took some doing, but I've found that she is indeed on Legion World. Let's see if she's at her usual haunt--Ah, yes!"
The monitor shimmers for a moment before showing:
Jada Konti. Cobie's Midnight Exclusive Lounge.
She sits alone on a barstool, her features holographically masked so that she appears as a sumptuous dark-haired caucasian, rather than the sumptuous green-hued beauty she actually is.
No sign of them. Either of them. Again, Jada thinks. I've got some of the most important sprocking intel ever to pass on to them, and Lardy and Cobie are both MIA indefinitely! Damn! Well, for awhile there I thought, like everyone else, that Lardy'd been stabbed to death, but, luckily, it wasn't him. I was pretty upset for awhile...he's a pretty decent guy--and not a bad lover! It was just a one night stand, but we had a connection. Guess he's still off galivanting with the evil sorceress though...hmmph!
She finishes her Silverale and motions for the barkeep to bring her another.
Been stuck her for weeks, so I had to keep busy somehow. Old Town's a pretty interesting place! Good thing I've got the image inducer. I used to have complete anonymity with just my green self, but not since the Dark Oval released that holovid with me in it, nuh-uh!
A waiter arrives with a new Silverale for her. She admires his butt as he walks off.
hmm...nice! Aw, he's probably gay! and she chuckles aloud, some of her Silverale spraying out of her mouth. Ooh--guess'm overdoing it,here! Better stop with this one. Man, sure hope Lardy or Cobie get back sometime soon...
"Well, nothing new there," Wyandotte says, clearing the largest monitor again. "She's been there often, trying probably to find her allies. She's an excellent suspect, though, with her considerable fighting prowess. I haven't caught her yet, however. Let's check up on Kalla Hryl..."
The large monitor shimmers again, showing:
Kalla Hryl. A suite in Vee's Variable Villa.
As she often does, Kalla holds a holo-picture and stares at it mournfully. She's a beautiful brunette with dark, penetrating eyes. But the sadness in her eyes is abundant.
I miss you so, my Huldnaf, she thinks. It was so unjust that you were executed by Damyen Hrykos after he and Mordra used you for their own evil purposes. But that's what my people do, now...they use other races, then chew them up and spit them out. That's why I had to do something. I don't see myself as a betrayer when my people betray and use everyone they can for their own purposes. Maybe through all this strife, my people will someday recognize the Light of true justice.
Now, I'm here where justice is supposed to be the rule, but have found excessive misery in the wake of the invasion my people launched on this world. I've not sat idly by since I've been here, though. My co-conspirator has been nowhere to be found since I arrived, but I shall continue to work, as I have, to make sure Legion World sees the Light as well!
But I'll always miss you, my love...
"This one is certainly a wild card. Nothing new with her, though. Perhaps, I should check on Marlowe?" The screen shimmers again, and Wyandotte's eyes widen. "What's this? Marlowe has vid footage of Bat-Fem? Now, this may be interesting!"
And Wyandotte finds as he watches on that it's interesting indeed.....
[Bob the Cat]: Pay attention, princeling. You’ve losing it.
< Prince Mykel of Psyonia scowled at the cat, sweat dripping up his face. It was dripping up because Bob had insisted he do this exercise while doing a handstand. So here he was, upside down, levitating at least fifteen different objects of varying sizes and weights, including one mouthy cat on a crate. >
[The Crusader]: If you’re not happy with the ride, Yoda, you can always park it someplace else.
[Bob the Cat]: Don’t be such a baby. My gran could do this in her sleep. Just concentrate on adjusting the level of power flowing through you.
< Gritting his teeth, the Crusader focused. Levitating this many objects wasn’t the problem. The problem was that the objects were in anti-grav fields, and the simulator was constantly adjusting the amount of gravity around them. It was Mykel’s job to keep the objects levitated in the exact same spot, which meant constantly manipulating his telekinetic fields to compensate for the gravity shifts. He grudgingly accepted that it was a good exercise, but it was a lot harder than it looked. >
<Maxx watched the session from the control booth overhead, shifting his attention between the monitors before him and the scene on the floor. Once the couple had checked into the cat’s credentials, they had accepted his help. Mykel definitely needed help getting his powers under control, and he supposed that if the cat could refine his magical abilities at the same time, then it was a good deal. Although that attitude of his was going to cause some friction.
[Maxx the Sorcerer]: If you think this is fun, Bob, just wait until you meet Crujectra.
< Bob the Cat rolled his eyes upward to look scathingly at the mage seated behind the viewport of the control room. >
[Bob the Cat]: I agreed to let you watch this session in order that you might pick up a few things. Watch… don’t commentate. This isn’t a sporting event.
< Maxx leaned back in his chair and grumpily crossed his arms. >
[Maxx the Sorcerer, thinking]: Oh yeah, I can’t wait until you meet Crujeckie…
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"I trust things are looking up for the club, no investigations?"
"Um the monkey left his calling card in your office. The janitor wouldn't clean it up cuz of the union work rules and all."
"Liberty Monkey?"
"That's him, he seemed all traumatized by something and also Nova Girl is pissed and sort of told her mom that you two were an item to avoid having to go on a blind date Saturday."
"Oh thats just wonderful."
"Nova left you a nice kissy message on the machine too, just for effect."
"The horror."
"So where'd you go Mr Genius?"
"Have you ever heard of the Pudding Fields of Google?"
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“Pinnacle Command, we are requesting permission to proceed.”
“Permission granted. Use of negation bombs approved. All recording and transmitting equipment is in place.”
“Science Units viewing sir.”
“You bet your disks your viewing. This will be an opportunity you may never see again. Negation bombs have not been used since the genocides of the 27th century. You scientists better make good use of this opportunity and what we can learn.”
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“Lord Hrykos, the Dominators would like to proceed. What should we tell them? We’ve hardly had the chance to inflict our own vengeance.”
“That is true, but an acceptable side effect. Our forces entered Helio Nocturnos two nights ago and at this time have encountered no resistance. The Black Sun simply refuse to fight back! All they do is pray. If they desire to be so week, then we will eradicate them and be done with it. Have our forces pull out and exit the Black Sun’s portion of the Dark Oval. We won’t be returning anytime soon with the radiation levels that will be left there. I take it we’ve gained enough booty this time.”
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“Proceed,” said Pinnacle Command. “Unleash the negation bombs.”
“Done, sir.”
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The Barbarian Hordes, the Khanate of Carthac
Caracalla closed his eyes and the intensity of his prayer brought him tremendous pain—and tremendous pleasure. He reveled in his true power. When a Black Sun worshipper kneeled in prayer and worshipped the name of Sol Invictus, Caracalla became aligned with the worshipper. He could gain access to the person’s thoughts, soul and actions. Caracalla could tap into a person’s inner self and understand and dominate them. Willingness to pray to Sol Invictus granted him access to do so. Prayer en masse empowered him beyond belief.
And now, he could feel the entire planet of Helios Nocturnos praying out to him. Calling for Sol Invictus to liberate them. But no, no one would come. He held firm in his grip on them, holding them against their will. Allowing the atrocities against them to be committed. Forcing them to continue to pray in the face of complete subjugation and horror, as their world was razed around them. NO. He needed to make his point on the world. The Black Sun was growing as a religion, but it had no focus. It had no martyrs.
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The Dark Oval
“Have you ever seen anything so beautiful in your life?” asked Pinnacle Command to his soldiers.
On the screens before them was the scene they had been ordered to create. Two dozen negation bombs were launched into Helios Nocturnos. Each bomb was strong enough to wipe out a continent or eradicate a people. And now, they descended downward into the planet, and erupted in a blaze of horror.
And so Helios Nocturnos, and its six hundred billion inhabitants were gone in an instant. Melted away by the heat and radiation, lost to the realms of statistics and history. The Dominion and the Hrykos Cartel had cleansed the Dark Oval of its traitors and completely destroyed and wiped out the Black Sun.
Genocide had been brought down swiftly.
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