Snow: *hands Doc the tube and goes back on standby without a word*
- Station Square, in front of Jules' Pool Hall… -
Claire: Well, aren't you the inconsiderate one now? *she smiles cynically whilst stomping her cigarette out* Don'tcha worry, I'll try to behave. *with these words, she leaves him standing outside alone, following Rust to order her third drink*
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–Zot–
Lucy: *goes to the teleported room with MB, hustling quite painfully at first but getting better as time goes on.*
–Central Square, Jules' Pool Hall–
Rust: *is setting up the pool table and waiting on Claire. His hands move with practice over the slate-top table and he racks the balls with measured efficiency. He says nothing, not in hostility, but rather because there is nothing to say.*
SB:*nods and let's things play out and walks away* well that went well.*he takes a few paces and notices something*…huh that's odd Pico's down here…along with some form of talent. best check up on them*one portal later*
*over across town seconds before*
Greg:…healer? like a spritual healer, or something?
SB: *hops through the portal* Pico!*hugs him* buddy, compadre, amigo, what's going on?
Greg:* falls on his rear frightened* Waagh!
SB:(…must be the new talent best focus) Anyway great news I found Claire and don't worry she's alright.
*Over in now the Forest of Zot after being Teleported*
MB: alright we're now much closer than before. how do you feel after having your first tleleportation?
*Snow's place*
Doc: ok, let's start with the easy stuff first*has his tentacle move towards the patient and delicately felt it. he then attached a tentacle to the boy. he then grabs the nearby funnel and sticks it into his arm pouring the vial into it. At once he begins to work on creating and maturing an esophagus*
Pico:*sweatdrops*(do i have a tracking chip on my neck that i dont know about?)..er yeah this is..*looks at the mobian who was on the floor*Greg? are you ok?*Pico pulls Greg back on his feet*
Greg:uh yeah i was just startled thats all.
Pico:anyway…SB remember when Mia and i went to Hawaii? well after finding Max i saved his friends leg from getting infected. and now Greg here wants to learn how to be a doctor. which reminds me do we own a clinic of some kind?
SB: a doctor you say? well now that is unique. clinic?…I beilieve that's the 7th floor. *he then ponders for a moment* we also have a couple seperate pharmacies to boot up on the 11th, 7th and even the 8th floors of Zot.
Greg: R-really? that's great news. I can't wait to start.*laughs nervously*
SB: I knew you would like it. come we'll discuss thing in the car on the ride over.*he then makes a call an instructs someone to pick them up. then he texts James the code to undo the level 10 lockdown he then turns his attention over to Pico* Pico, for doing finding a new recruit*he hands him a coupon that says" 2 free dinners. good for situation from romance to annaverasy at your choice restaurant in Zot"* its a very good deal.
*at that moment a limo pulls up the driver gets out and opens the door for them*
Greg:*jaw drops and tries to express words but they amout to nothing*
SB: shall we be on our way?
Claire: *comes over with a borrowed second cue ball for the lag - it turns out with Rust as the one to start once more; while watching him setting up for his shot, Claire leans on her cue and a big glass of apple wine already half empty* So, whaddaya thinka me now? Yanno, now thatcha apparently dug up some info 'bout my nachzehrer? Curious to know; where'dcha get it from anyway? It's not like that kinda stuff's common knowledge.
- Elsewhere, in the dark office… -
???: *turns in his chair; though it is still too dark to perceive any details, the complicated manner in which he does it makes clear he is sitting in a wheelchair* Could you do me a littel favour, my dear, and find out if he is zere? I must be sure where to send my message.
?????: If you wish. *her voice doesn't allow the slightest certainty if the comment was meant to be sarcastic; she remains quiet for a moment*
???: *hastily throws in under his breath, as if reluctantly interrupting her in anything* Put it on loud, please. Just for the fun of it.
?????: Fine. *as far as the creeping darkness allows a view, still no action can be seen from her, then suddenly, a call sign from a phone is heard, although she doesn't hold one or entered a number on the phone out of reach on the enormous desk*
- Zot's company labs are vacant for once as without a warning, a phone on one of the side desks goes off. It rings once before a button illuminates to send the call on to Zot's call centre… -
*the Limo takes off and the 2 start heading down the street through the town SHadowblade being the generous host, poura a couple drinks for the 3 of them*
Greg: *looks at his bothered newly met friend and places a hand on his shoulder. a subtle glow surrounds both of them* Hey man, its ok. The day is still young and its too early to be upset. If I may make a suggestion why not take the day off and spend time with the ones that are close to you? I'm sure that could help brighten your day.*he smiles*
*At the call center nothing happens for a good while as the one person, known as Brian, is huddled up aginst his desk hoping no one gets through. Hearing the phone go off, he takes a moment to swallow his fears and relax. As he heads to the phone he notices that none of the countries are lighting up, meaining its not one of the UN or Goverment officals from each respetive country. he then checks the caller ID and sees its a number that is logged in their data banks, registering as "unknown". he then checks the list of potential home numbers that are employed and live off base, several numbers are listed. A pair of names and their phone number has been crossed of the list with the words "Never patch their number/ orward calls to Snow or Val with out my consent/say so. EVEN IN AN EMERGENCY OR IF SOMEONE REQUESTS/DEMANDS IT!!! You are to call my number at once upstairs or my cell number if its 'me' on the otherline asking to talk to them ". This was done at the request of Shadowblade as he doesn't want anyone to bother the two nor find their home under any circumstances he considers it a gift to the 2 hedgehogs whom he calls friends while they are on vaction. With none of the listed numbers mathcing, and not having many options left, Brian sighs and proceeds to hit several buttons on the desk in fromt of him one to record the conversation, another to trace back the call, and one to inform Shadowblade on the urgencey of said call, with his hand by the hold button, he picks up the phone to answer in a calm, normal manner and proceeds to do his job treating it like a normal call.*
Brian: Thank you for calling the Tower of Zot. If I may ask, how may I help you today?
Pico:*sighs* Greg my new friend thats what im worried about
Greg:huh? what do you mean?
Pico:…in a nutshell? i got a wife and 2 girlfriends*sees Greg with a surprised expression which almost made Pico laugh*it was their idea not mine.which reminds me theirs alot of weird stuff at the tower so just do what i did and just role with it.*the Limo then pulled up*…oh look we are here.
?????: *still obviously not holding a phone, she speaks with an unnaturally perfect fake voice* Ouh, helloe thear, how ya goin'? Mahra's my name, from the magazin' 'Betther Livin''. I'm sohrry, I was hoepin' te talk te Mr Snow the Hehdgehog? He staythed this number as his primary phoene conthect in his subscriptchen te oar magazin'. The thing is, he rehcently therminaythed his subscriptchen, ehnd I hoeped te find out why, ehnd maybe rehcommend him some of oar spehcial offhers. Is he thear? *as she speaks, she notices somehow on her very own that the call is being traced* (Good luck with that.) *the tracks lead to several different countries, many of them even twice or thrice; incidentally, the tracks even lead off the planet to the moon, and from there further into space, where the signal gets lost; even despite finding it back on earth, Brian's search bears no fruit*
Brain:…*not convinced at all*(so, your scambling us to the moon and back and looking for one of ours? Nice try lady, but everything about you screams fake.) Could you hold for a moment?*immideately her puts her on hold and rings up Shadowblade's office phone*
* outside Zot, the 3 got out of the Limo and walked itno the building*
SB: alright so, Greg first things first I-*he recieves the signal* oh looks like I have a call. Pico I know this is sudden but your in charge of helping Greg out. I'll be back with the paperwork later.*he then portals off to his office*
Greg: *speechless then turns to Pico* hey quick question, can everyone just portal around like that?
*up in the office*
SB: what is it?
Brian: we have a wild one. female and looking for Snow.
SB: …Origin of country?*he reaches down into a drawer in his desk*
Brian: untraceable and unable to locate.
SB: Caller ID?*he places a particular file on his desk Titled: "Operation Desolation" and opens it spreading out some files*
Brian: unknown. its not even a blocked number service.
SB:…*thinking carefully* put her through to me, but don't say anything.
Brian: understood.*he then hangs up and fowards the call to Shadowblade's office phone*
SB: *Answers the phone and disguising his voice in an entirly diffrent pitch and makes it sound just like Brian's* Sorry about that I had to get something to drink. Now then, before I fulfill your request, and answer you mind if I ask you a couple questions? After all we here at Zot believe in trust and wouldn't like to concider this a trap of some sort.
*Snow's Place*
*much time has passed and Doc had just finished creating and cleaning up the esophgaus he just created sweat was pouring down his head and it was clear that he was determined to continue. with little effort his tentacle travel to the head*
Doc: Alright now the hard part *he exhales then inhales slowly focusing on the task at hand* Snow get reay to start handing me vials and be ready for anything that could happen in the menawhile.
Snow: Such as watching you faint? *hands him a towel* You should take a short break. You look worrisome, and nobody's helped if you make a grievous mistake because you over exercise yourself.
- In the dark office… -
?????: *makes her voice sound a bit surprised* Uh, shore thing, maeht'… Whoop, sorrey, could ya hold on a sehc? *she then muffles her voice as if holding the nonexistent phone down; oddly, it sounds a hundred percent authentic* Whot's u'? *she then switches flawlessly from the New Zealand woman to a man with dark voice and Italian accent within the splinter of a second* Dis is teh wrrong phile, Marra. Whoaddaya mean? Right hear, it seys- Dat is an operration error. Teh new girl, she, umm… how do yuu sey… bungled teh nemes up? Tsk, bloohdy Gohd. Ohright. *she then turns her voice back up* Yer still thear? Sorrey 'bout that maeht', my new bohss jest told me I goht the wrohng fihle hear. Terns out, he neva' therminaythed his subscriptchen. Soe yeh, sorrey agehn. Have a nice dayh, cheers! *with that, she cuts off the connection; ultimately, the trace was lost in the middle of the Pacific, halfway out to the Johnston Atoll*
???: *finally takes a deep breath - he was already getting cramps trying to hold his breath - and laughs and then coughs out loud* Brrillient… Brrillient! *he presses out between his coughs and claps in his knotty hands* Zat was simply brrillient! *catches his breath* So, now we know he is impossibly in ze tower. Good… End you are sure Valerry's position is correct?
?????: Again: I had my nanobots on the device while she was on her little "survival trip" out in the woods by the castle. Yes, it is. Should I get going?
???: No, no, no, my dear. You see, you are my trrump card, end no decent card player plays his trrumps too early. Let Rremus do it.
?????: Fine. *she follows the electrical wheelchair out of the office with simple, austere, precise steps*
SB:…*hangs up* So, I was right. I was bait. and he's after Snow and Valary.*he then puts his hands back together and smiles* Welcome back the limelight professor. It'll be nice to have a famillar piece on the field again. *he then gets on the phone* James do me a favor, unlock level 10 security. Then I need you to reach into the desk and bring up the red folder and tell Brian and several others on shift to make several calls to several certain people and tell them "The First White Piece has Moved" They will know what it means and prepare to head to the following areas listed in the files in front of you. Afterwords, I need you to take the time to set up some Recon teams to seach several areas around the world and make sure that there is nothing suspicious going on or around, please take your time searching and even use Google maps for any possible strange areas. Keep our staff on guard here and as always treat every broken or malfunctioning camera as an emergency. Also, once the Omega metroid gets back with the others inform them and request Lucy to go and try to get the list listed infront of you.
James: ok sir, but what about you?
SB: Well, the first piece is heading for Snow, right? Someone has to take care of it and besides when was the last time I got to cut loose? Also, call Rob and let him know the news and to at once hook up with Rhiannon for possible stratagies to counteract and prevent the damage he's going to cause. Knowing our foe, he'll play big and lose all while trying to stack the small victories for a larger goal. Any knowledge she has that Torvek may have shared with her and Ink could help put a wrench in his plans.
James: and what about-
SB: Claire is fine at the moment as she is labeled "dead". To be safe though let her know of the situation and that she could be a potential target again if she is discoverd and remind her there is a portal that connects her from the bar to her room. Text Pico and his family the details and the instructions needed for this situation and what needs to be done.
James: understood, and Sir?
SB:yes James?
James: please don't do something crazy.
SB: I know.* he then hangs up stands up, takes a drink of Rum and coke, and opens a portal and heads to Dimension S from there he feels for Snow and any absudities heading towads him* and now we wait for the first Pawn…still, to be safe I best let Snow know that he and Val are being hunted.*he then quickly text him a message and sends it*
"Hey Pal its me Shadowblade I don't know how to tell you this, but I have some bad news… Rheinheim has resurfaced and is targeting you right now. So if you have any monotering equipment I advise going to check it now and let me know where whatever is coming for you so I can take care of it. There's more though, I think the attention he's giving you and the wife is just a distraction for what is to come. I can't say I know for sure I know what he's planning however my guess is it'll involve somthing big with several small Pictures…ok that's everything you take care oh and tell Val I said hi."
PS: he may have tracked you with something that used to belong to his company I'd advise giving everything a quick lookover, especially Val's stuff seeing how she was concidered a former Damon Wright Inc. test subject.
-Shadowblade XIII
SB: and now we wait…
*Zot, 8th floor*
*in Zot the LV 10 lockdown procedure ended and the doors have risen and everything functions again*
Greg: so this is the area your home is in, eh? …not bad. So, which one do you live in?
*Snow's place*
Doc:*chuckles at the comment and dabes his face* Snow, I'm glad your concerned for me however, I'm so close and can't stop now. besides with my capabilities I could do this for years and not lose any focus.*he hands the towel back getting ready to start however despite his words and his body able to go on he looks at Snow and sees the concern in his eyes and decides to ease his friends worries* Very well, I'll take a small break and relax for a few minutes. After that though we need to continue as there is a future that needs saved.
Pico:*points to the door on his left*over here*he then got his keys out and unlocked the door*hey everybody im hom-*suddenly Pico gets jumped by Jasmine and she then kisses him*
Jasmine:Master! are you alright?!*she then hugs the fox a little tighter*
Greg:(Master?…now im curious)
Pico:*closes his eyes while smileing widely* im fine Jazz its good to seeya*Pico then got up but Jasmines arms were still wrapped around him she then finally notices Greg*
Jasmine:uh…hello their
Greg:hi
Pico:Greg this is Jasmine shes uh…well
Jasmine:his girlfriend
Greg:its nice to meet ya
Pico:*hears a buzzing sound in his pocket Pico then checked his messages*…lets head inside
Snow: Certainly. *carefully strokes his wife's cheek* I hope they will both be alright… Val has gone through more founding personality changes than I could count, but I have never seen her lose her nerves like this over such a small thing. It was like she didn't know us… Doc, while having your break, could you perhaps try and find out if any of her hormones are above a safe level for her condition? *his cell phone, which eventually ended up on a cupboard by the door wall, vibrates, however he simply ignores it*
SB:*hovering in Dimension S for what seems like forever* huh, he didn't text me back yet…well to be sae I best set something up around his home just in case…*he steps out of Dimension S and infront of Snow's home once again he sends the message to him and sits in front his place and begins to chant something in an unknown language. around the ground of the home a circle appears with several lines and characters going through it. it starts to expand outword and create a wall. It then continues as it curves both up and down and connects making one huge sphere* (There, now I'll be able to know where they come from best of all, its visable to only my eye. A wall would be to obvious and expected. With this, no crack is unturned and I'll know wether he'll come from above, below, or even straight foward)*he then heads back to Dimension S and waits patiently, checking up on the progress of everything he ordered through his phone. and giving orders on what to do next.*
*Zot, 8th floor*
Greg:…*looks at his living quaters and is impressed*nice place you guys have here.
Jasmine: thank you,…Greg was it?
Greg:*nods* yep. Anyway where's the other?
Mia: *getting ready for work* Other? oh you mean-
*a famillar knock is then heard at the door*
Greg: who's that?
*Snow's place*
Doc: Sure I'll give a look into it.*he then takes a moment and focuses on several diffrent areas he has his tentacles placed in Valary* ok now let's see here…*he begins to do his simple check however, as it proceeds he notices something wrong* odd, this isn't right, no not at all…hold on let me check something*he then expands his search attaching himself to one or 2 more areas in Val and does a full on search. as his findings coninue Doc's expression begins to change from confused to very concerned. After the through scan he starts racking his brain for possibilities and draws up multiple senarios, options, and conclusions* Snow, when did you exactly say that Val's change in personality began?
Pico:oh its probably just-*as Pico opened the door he sees a somwhat angry Nene* uh hi Nene w-woah!
Nene:*Nene pushes Pico which made him fall ontop of his couch she then pinned him so he couldnt move* what were you doing out their? you worried me like crazy…
Pico:heh…sorry*sweatdrops*
Greg:(this is akward…)
Nene:just dont do that again*she then kisses his cheek* you know i hate when you run off on your own like that*she then gets off him then looks at Greg*…hello
Greg:hello…
Pico:uh Nene this is Greg his Zots new doctor*Pico smiled widely*
Nene:nice to meet ya
Greg:same here
Pico:Pico looks at his watch*well now that the introductions out of the way i gotta show Greg his work area so i,ll be back later.
Nene:*rolls her eyes* whatever seeya later
Snow: That would be about the day I met her. *sigh* But honestly, I can't tell you. It started off really subtly - until recently, I didn't even consciously notice. In retrospect, a lot of our smaller, earlier arguments could be based upon whatever changed her. On the other hand, they could just as well be absolutely detached.
- From the other side of Snow and Val's home, the huge cloaked figure from the office steps towards the leaning tower without that anybody, even Shadowblade, would notice. Apparently, he hides or perhaps completely lacks of an aura to pick up on. As he continues walking, his cloak begins to glow unsteadily green from the inside, roughly around the wrists. He notices the shine intensifies slowly as he continues on. Slowly, he comes to a stop exactly in front of Shadowblade's circle, taking a measuring look at the building. -
Remus: I'm there. And he is, too.
- In another large, dim lit room that's nearly entirely taken by a highly modern supercomputer, ??? receives the words and the same view of the building Remus has through a video monitor. -
???: Ze sword? Well, of course he is. We cannot underestimate our enemy. Zat would be stupid after we got zem to underestimate us. Your disturbance field will work, don't worrry. *he chuckles* Wonderful, now zat everryone is in place… *he stops dramatically, though the break loses a bit of effect due to a heavy coughing fit shaking his frail body* … let ze madness… *cough* … begin!
Everywhere on the planet, heavy detonations take place in several capitals and big cities. Ghostly green fires take over buildings, trees, cars, streets, trains and people. Council halls are torn apart, police stations are razed to the ground, fire fighter stations rolled over by blazing avalanches, hospitals blown into thin air. The same fate hits Snow's house as Remus shakes his glowing wrists, exposing pale arms with the veins popping out, almost as if they were attached from the outside. Short before reaching the ground, he grabs them and starts swinging them by his sides at tremendous speeds. He tosses them against the house in a three hundred feet's distance, they wrap around the glass surface one, two, three, four times; Remus' arms now pulse and bathe in green light - and suddenly, both chains start pulsing as the glow climbs towards the house quickly. The moment the last chain link is shrouded in the glow, the glass surface of the whole tower explodes at once with a ground shaking bass that reaches deep into the foundations and the basement. The massive steel structure, though partially torn apart by the mysterious force, creaks but stands. Down in the basement, the lights on the ceiling shake and darken as the power dies off and the emergency generator fails to start up.
Snow: *puts the test tube shelf with the pink vials back on the table which he saved from falling off* What in the world was that?! *he searches his way to the doors in the dark as they, thick and heavy as they are, are being cracked open and sent flying across the whole lab; without haste, Remus steps through, ducking under the door frame, the glow from his wrists dunks the lab in scary, pale light*
Remus: Snow the Hedgehog. I have a message for you. *he swings his chains like whips and wraps them around Doc's tentacles, which are immediately catching green fire; with a short pull, they cleanly rip through the tentacles and fly back to their owner; pulling them back under his cloak in an easier manner than it should be, he pulls out a small disk and throws it onto the ground* The Professor sends his regards. *with that, he crouches down and remains in position for a couple seconds, then jumps up just before the thrown ice spear would impale him; a green flash all over his body, and he was gone*
(Ha! I’m back! I worked with Snow on the dialog between Rust and Claire to save time and make it flow better.)
–Station Square, Just outside of Jules’ Pool Hall–
Rust: “Shadowblade spilled the beans on the Natchzehrer specifically, but as far as I’m considered that only affects what you are and not who you are.” *Breaks the balls with a sharp crack. As they scatter, the 6 rolls haphazardly into the right middle pocket. He shrugs and moves leisurely to that pocket.*
Claire: “What I am, as in 'a hellbred danger to all existing life'? Yeah, sounds about right.” *empties her glass and turns around to the barkeep* “Keep'em comin'!” *turns back to Rust* “Too bad all the poor evil bastard are considered worth saving these days. You basically got the best tool to cleanse the world of bad people standing right in front of you.”
Rust: *looks at her appraisingly.* “is that what you want? To cleanse the world and send all the bad-guys to hell?” *he absently takes his shot, banking off the across bumper and sinking the 5 in the far left corner pocket.* “Some of them might be people you know.”
Claire: *gives him a look like a teacher would look at a hyperactive six year old pupil* “Learn what fucking joke is, idiot. Like I'd take it upon me to play hangman. D'ya really think it's fun having that thing tear me open like a bag of shitty chips?” *she pulls 20 Rings out of her neck bag as she comes to the barkeep to take the drink* “How 'bout this; you get these, and I get to smoke inside.”
Barkeep: *throws an annoyed look at her* “You know the laws. I won't lose my license just so you can pave your lungs.”
Claire: “Fine, what the hell ever!” *walks back to Rust* “I swear to them Gods, everything's going south since the past decade.” *sigh* “Whatever. What about you? Yer different, I can tell that much. And I don't mean 'from another country'. Yer not like the other doomed douchebags I've met so far.”
Rust: “what about me?” *he ask, repeating the question with a sigh.* “I’m the same person I was yesterday; plain and simple.” *He shoots for the 2 ball but misses the shot* “What about you, Bittersweet? You seem awfully full of bile for one that’s just gotten free of her warden.”
Claire: *annoyed* “Sure, enough talk about you, instead, let's talk about me for once.” *she takes a look at the table and curses the unluckily spread balls; she points at the pocket she intends to aim at and leans on the table backwards and places the cue behind her to sink the Eleven into said pocket* “Seriously, I'll never be free with that thing in me. I got one day without it. One. Honestly, I'm starting to think I liked it better when I was dead. Having that thing break out of me was a whole damn lot less painful without a body.” *aims for the Nine and sinks it into the middle left pocket with a lot more ease* “Of course, I still liked it best when I was legitimately alive. Yanno, before my shit for brains bro took me out. But what can I do? Oh yeah, that's right. Nothing.” *she pushes the 13 over a solid, misses the aimed pocket though*
Rust: *examines the lay of the table, and gestures distractedly to the barkeep to pour him his second round.* “we all play the cards we are dealt.” *he says more inwardly than to Claire. He traces a double ricochet above the table with his cue before lining up a difficult shot.* “Crazy thought, but wouldn’t it really stick it to your bro and the bigwigs at the tower if you could figure out some way to use the Natchzehrer?” *he practices his shot a couple of times in the air before attempting it. Despite the lineup and practice the 7 he’d be aiming for only bounces off the pocket and doesn’t go in.*
Barkeep: *finishes pouring Rust’s drink and takes away SB’s offered drink. He makes eye contact with Rust and nods, point at the new drink in way of telling him that it’s ready.*
–Zot, 13th Floor, Office—
Rhiannon: *phases through the floor and settles in front of the desk* (that about finishes the list) *she thinks to herself as she tosses the completed list onto the desk.* (might as well figure out what all the hubbub was about earlier.)
–Forest Outside of Zot—
Lucy: *takes a couple of dazed steps toward the nearby bushes and promptly vomits.* “ugh, Swell. It’s just swell.” *he says with dripping sarcasm as he wipes his mouth and turns back to MB.* “any who, let’s just find this non-flying beast and get it back to the tower. Ah, did anyone think to put a tracker or something on it…of course not. I defer the tracking to you.” *although clearly not pleased with the situation, or at least the abuse he’s had in the last few minutes, he seems determined if not eager to get the task accomplished.*
MB: That's good. as for tracking we do have them chipped, well some anyway. Most who try to chip them end up coming close to death and having to get heavy treaments and transplants for so many things just function normally. Anyway, onwards!* the 2 run for a good bit and come across several robotic limbs flung and torn Several Forest guards are injured badly and on need of attention.* Dammit…*gets on the horn* if any healers want to come out, now's the time.*click* come on we find frank we find it* the 2 then venture foward foward mintues later and find Frank, torn up and bleeding out* There you are man do you know how long we've been looking for you? where's the Metroid?
Frank:*points up with his good arm* above us…and coming back down for fifths…*passes out due to energy loss*
*a loud screech is then heard and a figure drops from the sky making the ground rumble as it hits. Morphhblade grabs Frank and Lucy and puts him somewhere at a safe distance and turns getting fimbulvetr ready and hits it. it freezes but only for a moment* oh that's right…only Larve are higly succeptable to the cold. he then dodges the spit and watches as it makes a pass at him noticing that Lucy has come back into the fray.(looks Like I'm going to have to mount it. and what's worse there's only one form of bait here I hate this part…) Lucy, can you distract it for me while I get ready to get on it?
*at Zot top floor*
Rob: *Running in frantically* It's happened… its actually happened: Operation Desolation. he hops over shadowblades desk and on my vacation no less! an looks at the file with the checklist starting to confuse Rhiannon and stops after viewing the checklist of things that are done so far*…ok look your probably wondering what the hell is going on and why I'm back and acting so frantic, well to put it simply…we're at war again this time though with a very dangerous monster.
*down the halls on another floor*
Greg:Wow so that's your friends. I have to say you are one lucky fox, man.*enters the medical clinic* Anyone else you'd like me to meet?*looks around to see the doctors running numbers and the Clerics moving about in an unusual manner with many charts.* What's going on?
Sarah: Pico, Dear!*hugs him*
Greg:*turns his head*(he's even got a human involved in his little ring? that's weird.)
*In Dimension S*
SB:* is in the middle of changing into an older outfit. One that he wore way back when he was someone else and much more agressive. As he throws the mask over his face he hears his phone go off* talk to me.
James: *in utter shock*its begun…
SB: did he do it, just as I said?
James: *teary eyed* Y-yeha… he hit them all at once. Oh, …Dear god, my home, my family th-they might have been…*starts to break down crying*
SB:*sighs as he listens to James losing it.* James, calm down we organized this in advance to prevent major losses, remember? Now come on, do your job man.
James:R-right*swallows his sorrow and continues. There is traces of him being upset in his voice*…off base Zot employees are do-oing waht they can rescuing civilians, doctors nurses, militia, and other people, however they wiil need major support soon as they have their hands full with the fire and rescues.
SB: and the world leaders and economic figures?
James: all of them have made it to the meeting area agreed on. Many of them didn't get a clean get away and are injured badly, some might even be crippled. They're being treated as best they can as we speak.
SB: and tell me did he leave anywhere out?
James:*trembles* yeha…Station Square. Sir, is that where he's…
SB: No, that's just another decoy. A big one at that. Its likely he'll draw us out into the open with whatever he'll send there and hope to strike the tower once we're spread out and helping others and make his statement then. What is the status of everyone we called?
James: all have recieved the message and are doing as you have expressed in the plans. well almost everyone.
SB: …*tries to figure it out*DN won't pick up?
James: We filled his inbox, voice mail and skype messages with the details of what needs to be done and the urgency it needs to be done so.
SB: greeaaat…(the one person who's home can be of aid and possibly even stand par with "Daddy's little bastards" has his hands tied with lord knows what all while the world is ending around him. I'm not going to even try to lie to myself…This may set us back some.) Alright, worry about DN later I need to know the fire what color is it?
James: green, sir.
SB:hmm…(green fire, simoltanius attack…wait why haven't I felt something?)*concentrates and feels something wrong with his connection* (Oh…I see…You clever old fart. Well then, seeing how the disruption is still within the field that means I might still get a fight after all…)*he grins* alright I got to go. When you find Doc tell him to get his ass back to base ASAP. I'm going make Rome mine.
James: understood we'll continue to moniter the situation, taking counter measures, to what's happening and find him as fast as possible.
SB:*he ends his call and steps out of Dimension S and into Snow's Front Yard witch is now littered with Pieces from the tower*(alright now judging by the time of attack and recent damage my guess is that he's inside and if who I think it is then he should be coming out shortly)*he feels the disruption grow stonger as he gets into stance and readies for what is to come*(you can come out now…)*he smiles under his mask waiting for at someone/thing*
*in Snow's basement*
Doc:*smiling at the pain that's driving his sences wild*(My,my, what an interesting creature. Pyro like tendencies and able to rip though my tentacles. Albeit I wasn't prepared for this and they were very tender from all the interior work I've been doing. Still, the feat alone turns the gears in my head and makes me wonder what he is…I'll have to remind myself to dissect him once I-)*looks up from his burnt hands and sees Valary about to fall off the table and land on her stomach *SHIT!*leaps over and catches his patient, her fingers and toes mearly centameters away from touching the cold floor* ok now to put you back here*rests her on the table on her back* I'm going to need to get back to work and fast*with the unknown danger that may or may not lurk he makes an adjustment to his being to prevent such a thing hapening again and goes back to work hastly ,first securing her, then sliding though and reconnecting things as he goes. he eventually makes it back to the child and sighs* thank god*he chuckles* part of me is there and plugging up the hole in the membrance*he then reconnects to the piece and his relief goes back to worrying as he feels something wrong with the child*…and due to the shift that happened he's wrapped his cord around his tiny neck. Great.*starts to try and free him without making it worse* Snow, I know this is sudden, but if possible, I need you to start explaining what was all about without going into some fear related relapse and freaking out on me. Just the cliffnote version will do for now. Afterwords, make sure that creature isn't still here and call Shadowblade at once.
Pico:*Pico sweatdrops while blushing*mother! you're embarissing me again heh…
Greg:(thats his mother?! but shes human! she dosnt even look 40!)
Sarah:oh im sorry honey but i cant help it*looks at Greg* why hello dear
Greg:hello
Pico:oh right mother this is Greg a doctor in training,Greg this is Sarah 1 of zots top healers*looks at his watch*i should really help everyone at station square i,ll leave him with you mother*Pico then teleports scareing Greg*
*at station square*
Pico:(ok im back now to see if anyone else needs-) HOLY HELL!!*their were cracks and scratch and bits of flames where Pico was*….come on out…i know your their
???:you were always so annoyingly observent*suddenly Damion walked out of the shadows but he didnt look normal he has light red skin giant bat wings claws for hands red souless eyes a long reptile like tail and strange glowing marks on his body
Pico:*growls as his eyes went red*Damion…
Damion:tsk tsk Pico always jumping into a fight now how about you give me what i want
Pico:the apple isnt-
Damion:i dont want that garbage..not anymore anyway
Pico:then what do you want?!
Damion:1 thing your lifeless corpse in my hands
Pico:*the foxxes red aure grows as he got angryier*you…you want some? then go have some!!*at full speed he delivered a punch to the face which made a small shockwave hitting the already broken buildings but it did nothing to Damion* what?…but that was my..
Damion:pathetic….*the deamon punched Pico to stomache causeing said fox to cough blood then he punched him in the skull causeing a loud crack sound and small blood to come out it*…any last words?
Pico:…Mia*he then black out*
Damion:*stares at him not senseing his energy*…pathetic*he then walks away without seeing Picos finger twitchs*
Snow: *has turned sickeningly pale* I… have a suspicion. And I'd readily give an arm and a leg to know it wrong. He must be dead. He must! *he hesitates and picks up the disk; noticing the small button on it, he pushes it to a hologram about the size of a watermelon* Welcome to Star Wars, it's a holo disk.
Doc: Intriguing. Not even Zot or the Japanese have the technology fully fleshed out yet.
The hologram flickers a bit before a very old human in a wheelchair comes in sight. His appearance seems to come right out of a psycho horror novel. His skin is white and his veins disgustingly well visible, his head is bald and inflated to almost twice its size, and a two inch wide black hose comes out of the back of it, splitting up and leading to several glass cylinders, each of which appear to contain a human or mobian brain. Behind the back of his wheelchair, an oxygen tank supplies him with extra oxygen. His eyes are white and look blind into nowhere.
Rheinheim: "End so we meet again, my favourrite littel hedgehog. Did you miss me? I can say zat I missed you. You gave me a hard time finding you until you met my dear little Valerry. By ze way, how is she? Not verry happy about her son's destiny, I rreckon? A Malformation Syndrrom zis heavy? Tsk, tsk, tsk." *he grins widely* "Well, I will not say zat I called it, but I called it. She has always failed wiz whatever she did. I rreckon, ze Docter is zere as well, trrying to fix her failure? How is ze prrogrress, Herr Kollege? Difficult? Well, I hope my good Rremus did not disturb your concentrration. *he chuckles* Is he not a grreat success? My second best experriment ever! But I am digrressing." *he coughs a few times* "Meine Herren! As courtesy end rrespect toward ze enemy - never mind whezer zey deserve it or not - are ze most German trraits you will find in what littel honorrabel is left in ze filzy gene pool of ze modern age, I shall announce myself back in ze rrace, end wish you fair luck." *he laughs out loud two times* "You will need it! Herr Docter - if you are zere, of course, I am highly convinced you are - I look forward to ze day we meet. You definitely are ze most interresting colleague I have ever seen! Oh, end Snow; my best rregards to your wonderful sister end her fascinating, heh, »soulmate«. Goodbye!" *the hologram flickers again and fades out*
Snow: *has sunk against a shelf, unable to look at where the hologram was* (Impossible… How does he know all that???) *he shakes his head as if he just became aware of his surroundings; without a word, he leaves the lab, only to come back after ten minutes* The electricity is ultimately down, and I can't get the emergency generator to work. Even without that, the building could come down on us any minute. Come on, we have to get out of here. *he paces over to a nearby locker and takes a folded gurney out* If you can teleport, Doc, this would be the time to tell me. If not, we'll have to take my car. I know a shortcut through Station Square, that will save us some time.
Doc: Snow, you must call Shadowblade and inform him.
Snow: I don't give half a fuck right now on what he doesn't know! All I care for is that you can't work on Val in here any longer.
Doc: *looks at Snow for a moment and considers* In a car, we give the easiest possible target for Rheinheim's monster.
Snow: Do you have a better idea? I HOPE that bastard runs across me again! Regardless, the car park is under ground and the exit is camouflaged and seven miles from here, now help me get her on the gurney.
- Station Square, Jules' Pool Hall… -
Barkeep: *stops wiping the counter, frowns at the radio and turns it up*
News Reporter: "…-ently, SS finds itself again under attack from an unknown enemy. The attack shows different patterns from what is going on in the rest of the world. As of now, no less than twenty eight major cities across all continents are shaken by explosions of green fire. Damage is already in the trillions, and the death count cannot even be guessed at. The source of the attacks, including the one on SS, is still unknown…"
Claire: *refrains from taking the shot she set up for, she carelessly drops the cue and crosses her arms* See?! That's what I meant! Everything's going to fucking Hell! How am I supposed to control the nachzehrer with all the shit that's going down?! *she sighs and tilts her still three quarter full glass, then nods to the portal* Ya wanna come over and finish the game? Or ya gonna check the situation here out?
–Zot, 13th floor, office–
Rhiannon: (well, I came here looking for action, didn’t I?) “okay, you clearly don’t have time for ignorance so just tell me what to do, where to go and tell me what this is all about when you get a moment. What are we up against?”
–Forest outside of Zot–
Lucy: *looks at the giant monster not quite sure whether he is unimpressed or terrorfied.* “distraction? Is that what you call try-to-get-yourself-killed-for-a-stupid-cause?” *he says just before narrowly dodging a claw the size of his entire head.* (right, sure thing. I’m sure that nothing bad can come of this.) *he thinks to himself sarcastically as he takes of his coat. A few quick paces puts him just out of reach of the monstrosity and he begins to wave his coat like a matador’s cape.* “Come at me you ugly illegitimate spawn of fart-licking toads! Pay no attention other crazy-man in the glade! Come at me!”
–Central Square, Jules' Pool Hall–
Rust: *listens to the radio and rubs at his temples.* (Shit. This had better not be another frelling Tech-war.) *he lets out his breath slowly and looks up at Claire.* “let’s finish this game. Who knows when we’ll get another chance to.”
Barkeep: *takes off his apron and gets out from behind the bar.* “think again kiddies; Hall’s closed. Go get yourself someplace safe.”
Rust: *looks at the man with mixed irritation and understanding.* “you won’t make it.”
Barkeep: “huh? What do you mean?”
Rust: *sips his drink* “by now, or soon enough, all paths out of the city will be choked with panicked people. Airports closed, trains stuffed, highways in gridlock. Children and the old will be trampled underfoot as the mindless masses run in hopes of someplace safe. If the terrorists are targeting civilians like it sounds, well… I’d bet my best boots that airports, highways and train stations will be obliterated.” *finishes his drink* “I’d rather stay here and contend with the inevitable looters than be out there with the panicked sheep.”
Barkeep: “yo-You don’t Know it’s going to be like that. I’ve got a family-“*he says with creeping terror in his voice.*
Rust: “Call them. Use a landline and tell them to wait this out.” *rust says brusquely and calmly in a voice that’s used to obedience.* “tell them to get to the ground floor and hole up in a corner or stairwell. They should pack lots of water and food. They are to wait for you to come to them and from there you make a plan together. Keep your head and you might get through this alive.”
Barkeep: “no. No it won’t come to that. The police will-“
*suddenly there is a great blast outside as a damaged gas-main explodes. Man-hole covers and blown from their seatings and crash down to earth with lethal force. Rust looks levelly with the frightened man and it’s only a moment before the barkeep is scrambling for a landline phone.*
Rust: *Looks at the table as dust from the ceiling begins to slowly fall onto the slate-top table.* “Make your move, Bittersweet. We don’t have much time.”
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(SB, you have a new PQ)
(I've gone back about a page, edited the bland post and removed the editorial posts.)
*The Omega Metroid looks at Lucy and screeches without even trying it Spits its substance at him immobilizing him. It then charges Claws at the ready at him Morphblade Jumps onits back and tries to get some control of it however it doesn't at all slow the beast as it takes and impales him onto its claw from the substance, launching him towards the tree Eventually teh morph settles the beast*
MB:*sighs* Finally. good job Lucy…*looks and gasps* Lucy!!!
*Zot SB's office*
Rob: *he opens the files and shows a picture along with the info* this is our target and what who are fighting:
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Name: Rheinhiem
Age: currently close to dust. My guess is he's 80-something (now due to adjustments he had to make.)
Height: don't recall… its been awile since I've seen him. 5 foot somthing I belive
Blood Type: unknown(though its likely most of its dried up, so getting a sample would be pointless.)
SB added notes: This man is dangerous with a captial "D". Originally he was deemed a brilliant mind of a now dead Multiversal group called Damon Wright Inc. His job involved a heavy ammount of experimentation. One would even argue that what he did to those to people was beyond inhumane. He's been known to jack children the most as he claimed"they have a longer lasting value and can take more". He's also brillient and mind games and making people suffer. The man while brilliant however has an ego that supeceeds my own. He claimed to be able to make anything out of anyone and loved 3 things. Destruction, Chemicals and something else…can't quite remember what it was as I was 50 feet away, in the middle of a fight and drunk. Whatever these guys used him for I'm glad it never came to be. The fact that he's still alive though bothers me. The fact that he wasn't caught when the Damon Wright chain of command self destructed, was a shame and makes me wonder where he hides…
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Rob: so, in short, we're ealing with a madman with a fettish for anything he deems science worthy and a God Complex. Right now we've already called for reenforcements, moved the world leaders and those that govern the Economy out of the spotlight, have already begun putting out the Fires and rescuing people. We already know its a risky move to spread ourselves out however we need to do our job and cover all angles of assualt and this will gain us more support and reason for people to rally back. As for here, the giant hole is almost fixed thanks to our new "Tower Repair System" All troops have been prepared and on guard. Our staff is moving all of our valubles to a safe place a barrier is being conjured up by Steven to prevent anything that is not belonging to Zot out and we're currnetly trying to locate tha target and prepare for a counterstrike. Since your here I need to know, as valued veteran in combat if you have any ideas, plans, stratigies/ anything to help stregenthen our defences and cover blind spots…
*Snow's place*
Doc:…actually yes, tch(your not thinkning rationaly boy)*he sprouts an extra tentacle, draws his phone and turns it on then calls Shadowblade*(I'm really hoping that this kind of emotion is strct emotion and not what Val has in her system…) come on, you idiot pick up!
*outside*
SB:*looks down and sees the device*(really?You mother-)*hears his phone go off* talk to me…
Doc: Shadowblade where are you?
SB: Well, I was hoping for a dramatic fight outside with the bastard who did this however it seems he's gone.
Doc: yes we know, his name was remus and man was he big on fire.
SB:*eyes light up*(Remus?!…that can't be right, Remus was his one of his two favoites and deemed his finest work . not only that but last I checked he was blown to smiterines with his other. Also Remus didn't have Pyrokinetic skills that trait belonged-)*stops and thinks* (…so he took the remains and made something new entirily but kept the name probably cause there was more of Remus left. For someone who's brain is said to be rotting away, he's making good use of it. Still you never send out your best card first so that being said does he have a new favorite now, or is he being careless?) Anything else? how is Snow and Val?
Doc:Snow's not taking it well and Valary is pregnant.
SB: oh, congrats when's the shower?
Doc: Focus!
SB: right. anything else?
Doc: yes I'm in inside her, her child has a malformation, and to top it off she might be ill. I can't really say what it is right now as I need to get back to my lab and continue. I'm really hoping it not what I think it is…*tones his voice down*also there might be a chance Snow may also have been infected. can't really say but he seems fine at the moment. I'd have to check him after I'm done. Can you be a dear and open a portal to my Lab?
SB:*steps on the device in front of him destroying it* sure thing. be right down*heads to Dimension S*
*a portal then opens up in the middle of the basement and on the other side in Doc's lab*
SB:*steps through* you rang?
Doc: pack up my things while I get her onto this gerny…the hell is with the outfit?
SB: *puts everything away and grabs his lab coat*I'll explain that later. right now, you have a job to do.
Doc: also I should mention this now he knows about Claire.
SB:…!!!(so, he's been planning around me, planning around him, planning around me, planning around him. ) Sunnava bitch! *his phone then goes off* Yes?
James: Station Square has just been attacked.
SB: have you sent the troops yet to help people?
James: that's the thing sir we can't find Pico to lead them…my guess is he went down there alone we've tried calling but there's no responce. I've put the extras on hold to increase defences here.
SB:(So the mindless destruction is a blitzkreig afterall and he may plan on using Claire at some point!) oh boy…I'll be down there in a moment. *click*(the portal I have there shoud get the 3 of them to safety. but then there's Rust…I'm sure he could handle himself but I don't know for how long.Heck I don't even know if he'll take the portal. same with the bartender Also there's Pico now in the mix…) OK Listen up! Pico's down town and no one can reach him. I'm headed down to get him and afterwords make sure Claire is ok along with her new friend. So I need to know, what is everyone doing now?!
Doc: I'm heading back and going to take care of Val.*already goes through with her and his stuff then sticks his head out* Snow are you coming with me? Or do you have a diffrent plan of action.
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