Rpg: Outbreak Iii Options

[toa nuva of alex]

OOC
Well guys, I'll be leaving sometime today or tomorrow, so I think I've already explained the plan to Rock over IM, so hopefully, he can keep things going.

IC
The agents, soldier, and Outbreaker arrived in the hanger area of the S51 base, planes landing at the moment. The agents watched the planes settle, then watched as two Outbreakers came out of one, the older one dragging another behind him.

"Hey, I know you," Mattew growled at the Soul Outbreaker. "Didn't I kill you?"

"Apparently not." The Soul Outbreaker looked ready to strike. "Didn't I switch your soul with some turtle?"

"Turtles souls can't be switched," Mattew stated blandly. "Only crazy people like Steven think they actually even have a soul."

"Shut it," one of the armored agents order, both Outbreakers looking at him and glaring. By now, Kent had awoken once more and struggled out of Mattew's grip.

"Ow," he said simply. "Really people, stop knocking me on the side of the head." Then he caught glimpse of Jade. "Hey! You!" He lunged, only to be stopped by outstretched arm. Mattew rolled his eyes.

"Kid, rule number one of being in a S51 base. Do not attack Humans."

[Rockhound]

OOC: Basically that means make up a sub-plot (which I am trying to do with the Purpose) and get everyone involved to keep this alive for the next few weeks.

[Rockhound]

IC (Rand in Pompeii):

"Tell me about it," Rand replied. "But I don't have a whole bunch of choice, do I?"


IC (Ilum in Seattle):

"Rand agreed. I just came back with him."

[private tucker]

Pompeii | night | Ichigo

"I wouldn't know, I'm just along for the ride." She looked at the volcano, "So, are we going to crack it open, or just jump in?'

[Vorzahk Master]

IC: "Improbable," Matt decided after a few moments' thought, "but that just makes it more likely, knowing our lives. Any idea where Rand is? I really wanna know wat the 'Purpose' is."

>H-D<

[Rockhound]

IC (Ilum in Seattle):

"Well, I know he left for Southern Mexico. After that, I've got nothing," Ilum replied.


IC (Rand in Pompeii):

Rand grinned. "Not even close. Haven't you seen by now? There's always a door."

[toa nuva of alex]

IC
[Mattew/Tunnel to CoE]

"Brace yourself for a battle, dear. We're going be going against a thing that makes a Being shake and the biggest and baddest Being there is."

[Vorzahk Master]

OOC: I didn't think even they would fall for that. And doesn't it bother you that you only got that because of a double-post?

IC: There was a sound that could only be described as a vworp, like something from an old episode of Star Trek. Then, a moment later, it came again, accompanied by what Matt's experienced senses noted as a serious flaw in the laws of thermodynamics. Granted, he'd only felt one of those once before, and he'd been the one causing it, but it had a very distinctive signature. He turned to face what looked like the worst heat blur ever to not evolve to the status of a fire. Like looking at everything through a great haze with a monocle he didn't need. Then the scene seemed to tear in two, and a massive humanoid strode through. Matt quickly made himself scarce and began sneaking around, carefully disguising his signature. Luckily the Being (it obviously was) seemed too busy looking impressive to notice him.

"Who has dared," it called in a booming voice that was to mortal voices what the slamming of a lead coffin lid was to a cotton swab on a carpet, "to defy the ancient laws that bind a living being from entering the Realm of the Dead? Who has mocked the foundation upon which the universe stands?" He couldn't have been more overdramatic if he'd tried. By the time he was done posturing the Ultrakinetic had already snuck by and was now standing on the edge of the portal.

"Actually," came Matt's voice, calm as a desert stone, "it was the usual suspect. But you got bigger problems." Just as the Being was turning around to see who had spoken, a classified level seven security threat (they normally went by power level, but Matt had a reputation) hopped backwards into the gate leading straight back to the Master's dimension.

The Being's eyes widened. It muttered a curse that cracked the stone around it and leapt in, now very much afraid for his job security. And for them, being fired was what mortals referred to as 'a fate worse than death.'

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It was amazing. Like being in the eye of a hurricane, with silver energy swirling all around the inside. And what raw, kinetic energy it was. He could sense it even with his eyes and ears nearly overwhelmed. Matt raised his arm to touch it, but stopped suddenly when he noticed something. There was no resistance. No friction, no gravity, nothing. This was a completely airless space, and when he checked he found his body had been absorbing the ambient energy so naturally he hadn't even felt it. His mezmerized state was shattered when a roar of anger shook him to the bone. He looked back. The Being had returned, and it was pretty annoyed he'd pulled a fast one over its head, though if it had known of his presence it might have figured he would.

Kro'oon, the Being who had pursued Matt, was quickly gaining speed. He looked somewhat like a massively oversized Dawn of War Space Marine with a really, really big axe and a mixture of fear and loathing shaping his metal features. He saw the Ultrakinetic about to touch the energies and laughed, his worries abating. If he touched that amount of raw energy he'd be discorporated to join its mass.

Which made it all the more surprising, and horrifying, when the energy sank into his pores without a trace.

Matt's skin tone shifted from the color of polished steel to that of deep silver, and his eyes shone bright white, nearly blinding to even the Being. He looked. There was the metal behemoth in all his paltry glory. He grinned. "What did they tell you about me?" He asked, and though his voice was calm, it seemed to resonate even in this din.

Kro'oon tried not to look uneasy. He was a Being, after all; one of the first things he learned (after their race's natural superiority to all their creations) was that mortals were easily intimidated by a proper show of divine might. But this one didn't seem easily cowed. Well, he would have to try harder. "You?" He called back in his terrible voice. "You are nothing. I have never heard of you, and thus you shall die: A nonentity, unknown and disregarded, for all his supposed power."

Matt's smile widened. "Ah, so you have heard of me." No one telling the truth would bluff that hard. "Now, I'm gonna give you one chance to get outta here. What I'm planning-" His plan was still in the bare-bones stages, but he'd figure the rest out on the way. "-will shake, rattle and roll your entire race. Scram. Hide. I'll pretend I killed you, and you won't get hunted down by your oh-so-terrifying boss. Deal?"

Kro'oon's massive Being pride rose like a bear from hibernation. This... insect, this pathetic little worm among maggots, thought he had the right to- to pity a Being? They did not show mercy, and none had the power to show any to them! It was outrageous, it was insulting, and it would not be tolerated! With a mighty cry of war, Kro'oon forced himself forward through the rift, axe raised and thirsting for blood. He could have killed him in any number of horrible ways, yes, but the old-fashioned way was so much more satisfying.

Matt merely sighed. He had totally seen that coming. He'd given a chance, a real chance, and this Being had let his pride overrule the fact that this was something of a home turf for the Ultrakinetic. Faster than even this world-crafting creature could possibly percieve, he zoomed around to behind his opponent, landed on its back and lamented aloud, "I really meant that, you know." Then he focused the merest fraction of the power he was gaining from this place and propelled the Being into the walls of the rift.

Kro'oon knew now true defeat, for the first and last time in what would, for lack of a better word, be called his life. As soon as he came into contact with the swirling energies, his legs (the first parts to touch them) became mired in the chaotic mass. Tendrils of silver rose up and began engulfing his upper body. Just as his last thought - that this was better than the fate the Master would have inflicted upon him - passed through his head, a silver palm reached out for him...

The Ultrakinetic observed his memento. He wasn't sure if it was a helmet, a mask or even a face, but it made a **** good souveneir of the first time he'd killed a Being. Now for the hard part, he thought, tucking it away in a pocket of his pants and turning to the other end of the rift. It seemed not to need Kro'oon to sustain it. He then concentrated, feeling the endless volume of kinetic energy that surrounded him, and set some of it to work. Very destructive work.

A moment later he emerged from the portal in a great hurry. The energies had been set to fuel their own destruction, like a poison travelling along the bloodstream. He had gotten out before it came full-circle and the portal collapsed in on itself, but he wasn't out of the woods yet. Well, he wasn't in the woods either. He was in a massive chamber lined with equipment- No, the room was the equipment. The whole place was a massive portal device, and the feedback from the collapse would no doubt cause the whole thing to violently explode in less than a minute. There was only one hope of survival.

Using the plans he'd thought up for a heat shield earlier, Matt adapted a quick but hopefully sufficient all-purpose impact/heat shield and knelt down, focusing hard on it. The idea was that it would absorb any energy aimed at it, but would use that energy to offset the tremendous mental strain of holding such a shield up rather than transferring it directly to him, which outside the portal-space would surely have overloaded his body and done to him what the portal had done to Kro'oon. It was untested, but theoretically sound. Now to just keep concentrating and hope for the best...

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In less than a minute, it was all over. A group of Beings crowded into the wrecked portal room, and there was nothing but rubble and twisted metal. Something massive had occurred here. And there was a note - a little, yellow piece of paper stuck to the removed faceplate of one of their own, which itself was crudely nailed to the wall with a piece of shrapnel from the explosion. Written on it in small, neat handwriting (Palatino linotype, most likely) was the following:

Dear Beings,

YOU'RE. SCREWED.

Yours sincerely, the only one who would actually leave a note.

>Half-Dragon<

This post has been edited by Half-Dragon: Aug 24 2009, 08:11 PM