The Ultimates, Part II

Written by FBH 10-30-2002 11:27 AM

after clearing up the incursion in warsaw, we ported back up to the orbiter and I finally got some sleep. I am considering getting implants so I don't need to sleep. this might be slightly disconcerting but It would at least mean I wouldn't turn into one of those tired stereotypes who moan about how they never get any sleep every two minuets.

for the next few days all was quite no super human rampages (at least none that required our attention or flagged my sense) no wars, invasion or other stuff either.

then I got a call from the UN. fortunately It was not another super powered emergence. Unfortunately it was something I considered almost as bad.

Written by FBH 11-02-2002 08:17 AM

the teleport field faded and I stepped into the conference room. I was here to meet Paul Morrows, Morrows is the head of the "official" UN superhuman monitoring agency. we hate each other.

He thinks I'm a a neo fascist hippy liberal whose heavy handed approach to politics is likely to start world war three.

I think he's an anti super human bigot with a serious case of envy that he didn't get any powers.

"Welcome. Please make your comfortable. " he's being friendly this is going to be bad. " did you have a pleasant trip?" very very bad. I answer with the usual pleasantry then we get down to business and it is bad. " I have an official request here from the pressure group the friends of Kal for a tour of the bases you maintain in those nations where you have intervened. they asked that the UN deliver the message since they thought you might give it more of your time as we supply a portion of your funding. " No they wanted you to deliver it cause they were trying to find the worst possible person to give me the message in the hopes I'd refuse and give them an excuses to splash accusation of secrecy all over the press.

the friend of Kal are a super human pressure group. they are a faction that believe that super humans and humans should be separate as much as possible they believe that superhuman should basically act like DC earth. no interference in politics or business apart from when your hiding your powers as normal. They don't like me and mine for obvious reasons.

So I can refuse and get charges of secrecy or I can allow them round and face them trying the damnedest to pry any dirt to smear me with out of the installations. I frame my response.

Written by Mg_knt 11-03-2002 10:51 AM

The super powered section of Sing Sing prison murmered. Even though it was after quiet hours no guards really wanted to say anything to these inmates, who knew what they were capable of? Suddenly, the prison wing was silent and all the could be heard was the sound of combat boots walking down the hallway. The prisoners knew the man walking down the hallway. They called him The Recruiter. He had taken a few of their mates before, those that returned said if they talked about their time away he would kill them. The inmates watched in silence as The Recruiter stopped in front of the cell of a newly arrived inmate.

"I am here to give you an bargin" was all he said.

The inmate readily agreed to at least listen to him. They both left and the prison wing was silent for a few minutes then slowly conversation picked up between the inmates.

Written by The Watcher 11-04-2002 12:20 PM

Superstar read once again the official letter he had received in the mail that day. It appeared he was being summoned to Washington to testify before a Senate Committee on the matter of interdimensional importation of technology. It appeared that there were vehement feelings on what should and should not be made available to the public and to the world. And being one of the very few superhumans on Earth capable of dimensional travel, he was considered one of the leading authorities on what was available and how it best could benefit or hurt the country.

Written by Brief 11-05-2002 02:55 PM

Partial transcript of meeting

Red: When do you estimate the Project will be complete?

Green: Unknown. The subject has been... difficult as of late.. We should be approaching the final stage within the schedule however.

Red: Disappointing. I thought you had pacified him completely.

Green: Apparently there is a new factor that we did not account for originally.

Red: I do not need to remind you of how important this is to our plans. Fail us any further and we will be forced to.. dismiss you.

Green: Understood.. Sir...

Written by FBH 11-07-2002 12:50 PM

The two friends of Kal representatives looked like they had just stepped out of a comic book. Immediately on seeing them I thought Clark Kent and Super Man. One was wearing a suit and glasses and carried a clip board on which he was making notes. the other was wearing a white suit and a blue cape. apparently he hadn't been in a fight lately capes are the first thing you grab.

I was watching the two on the security monitors as the toured our Chechnya facility a few years ago the UN would could have only dreamed of getting peace in that area what with russia claiming it as sovereignty and Putin's presidency on the line over the war there seemed no hope of peace.

then the net event happened and a young Chechen lad got him self super powers. specially he got the power to make more super humans.

what followed is still called the months of blood.

the chechen supers killed off most of the Russian command staff in the area before russian own supers came in to try and stop them.

Unfortunately they couldn't find the empower so they were stumped when the chechen's started raiding government buildings in moscow russia asked for our help we and the rest of the security council told them that if they wanted us then they had to negotiate a peace after we stopped the raid. the reluctantly agreed and we went in and bangs some heads (not to hard mind but enough to let chechnya know that if it didn't negotiate then it would not go its way and it should quit while its ahead.)

so chechnya has its own government but the agreement says that they have to let the russians run whatever pipelines they want across it. neither side is exactly happy but there not killing each other and showed no sign of wishing to which was always good.

I was watching these two cause I didn't trust them. the friends had made it very clear how they felt about me and mine.

they were just being shown the facilities defence control when I found I had bigger problems.

Written by The Watcher 11-07-2002 03:47 PM

Senate Testimony

I want to thank the honorable senators of this committee for inviting me to speak before you all. I hope you find my testimony illuminating and persuasive.

As far as the importation of extradimensional technology goes, I recommend that as far as government policy is concerned it is confined to those which would be considered "near future" or "horizon level" tech. Things such as basic fusion power, inexpensive super conductors, space planes, and more advanced computers.

The reason for this is that those technologies are close enough to our own that it would be possible for our own scientists and technicians to understand and duplicate them in a short amount of time. Whereas importing ultratech or "Clarkian" technology on a widespread basis would be ultimately counter-productive because we would not have the skills or the infrastructure to properly maintain it.

Start small and work our way up incrementally is my advice.

Written by Mg_knt 11-07-2002 04:10 PM

In the senate chamber.

*As Superstar gave his speech and fielded questions from the Senate. The Recruiter listened intently.To his right sat the head of the NSA and to his left sat the head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Intermittingly, whispers were exchanged between the three.*

Written by Ramz 11-07-2002 05:56 PM

Ramz was searching for someone on the snowy night in the big apple. That somebody was an accountant, but the name of Brian Sadore. He had a loving family many life times ago, or so he heard. The story of his life wasn't a pleasant one. His family was slaughter before his eyes. His wife and adopted daughter raped while he watched. When all was done, his throat was slit and he was left to die. He didn't die. He came back to life wishing he was in heaven with his family, but instead he was back in the hell that was his life. The trauma of seeing them dead, while he miraculously lived pushed him over his mental limits. The man went mad.

Ramz never found out how he got so good at taking heads, or even if the story was entirely true. People with powers just started popping up recently… this guy is supposedly a century old. Well, he’ll have to find him soon or another victim will surface. He’s defiantly in New York, his killing MO was recently reported by the local news. Poor girl that did the live feed will probably be his next victim, he was sick like that. More reason to find him, and take his head as quick as possible. His new unnamed sword will definitely come in handy for this one.

Well, might as well get started. After taking that damn vampires head, sleep has been needed less and less. First things first, check out the crime scene.

Written by Metaphysician 11-07-2002 07:20 PM

*Somewhere beyond the bounds of Earth*

Portent: "Hmm, this 'Empowerer' is just the person I need."

*Slowly, he concentrates his power, reaching his vision across dimensions, and filtering the all-space, until his eyes bear down on the object of his search*

Portent: "Ah, hiding in a little Turkmenistani village, are you. . ."

Written by Writerboy 11-07-2002 07:43 PM

Like pretty much everyone else, I'd been tracking the Empowerer for several days. I'd kept to the US up till then, and figured a collar like this would establish me in the international community. I was flying over Turkmenistan on Aerodactyl, doing psionic reconnaissance, when I got something. It wasn't much more than a flash of rage and intense pain, but it bared investigating. I directed Aerodactyl down. When we hit the ground, I popped out Beedrill and Wigglytuff and told them to keep behind me, out of sight.

I followed the psionic trail to the edge of a small village. All of a sudden, a building (and that's a generous term; it wasn't much more than a stone and wood hut) exploded. I threw up a TK shield and sent Vaporeon in to douse the flames. She got withing ten feet of the conflagration, then stopped. The hair on her back stood up, and she growled. A man (a kid, really) walked out of the flames. He was singed, but didn't seem to notice. I read his thoughts.

Note to self: when making pyrokinetics, impose a psychic block until they can get some training.

I grinned. I had him.

"The Empowerer, I presume?"

He turned to face me. "Another one? Man, it never ends. I don't suppose I could pay you off?"

"Maybe. But only after I kick your ass. Gotta make a good show for the cameras."

"Well, then..." He turned and started running. I sent the psionic signal. Wigglytuff cut off his escape with his giant form, Vaporeon stunned him with a water jet, and Beedrill shot poison stingers into his body. The toxin was mild enough that a human would survive, but be incapacitated.

"Good work, team. Drinks are on me when we get home. Now let's fly this bastard to the Hague. Aerodactyl?" Aero let out a screech and moved to pick the Empowerer up with her jaws. And ran straight into a force field.

"What the hell?" I ran to the fallen mercenary, and hit the same invisible wall. I smelled an odd tang in the air, and the hair on my neck stood on ned. Vaporeon began to howl.

"Shit! A teleport beam?"

Sure enough, a low hum was filling the air, and harsh light soon joined it. I shielded my eys against the blinding flash. When the spots cleared, the Empowerer was gone.

"Son of a... Hey! Get his ass back here! That's my goddamn collar!" I didn't expect an answer, but I was still pissed when I didn't get one.


Hours later, I was back home. I kept checking the news to see if whoever had taken Empowerer away had turned him in yet. Nothing. The idea that he was still out there, just in someone else's employ, was almost as irritating as the idea that I'd missed my big chance. Almost.

Written by FBH 11-08-2002 07:51 AM

With the code Red (threat threatens a nation state or more area) ringing in my ears I left the security station and left for the transfer bay at a dead run.

"DUTY STATIONS GIVE ME A SITREP " I screamed over the howling alarms.

" Sir we have a red three in Japan" my heart sank. A red three was about the highest level of threat you could get if the world wasn't about to blow up.

"local reports call it the anime convention from hell."

"Apparently it started when what appear to be several hundred anime character spilled out of a convention hall and started killing every thing in sight.

There also appears to be some kind of dimensional anomaly forming over the city centered on the area of the attackers first appearance. "

I hit ran into the transfer bay the rest of the team was already gearing up. I grabbed my own heavy combat gear and began to put it in as I listened to report continue.

"self defence force and local supers are battling it out with them all across central tokyo. Half the city is either on fire or clasping from the powers being used and the emergency vehicles can't get in. it horrible sir..."

"Ok. tell japan were coming in. Arm up the TCAVs for a possible strike against anything big. If they get SDF one or something I want it down before it does to much damage." you got to love the limits this reality impose on extra dimensional tech. " also see if you can russell up any other super humans we may need some help on this." I was geared up. I stepped onto the transfer platform. "transfer us into the hot zone control. " "yes sir. good luck." we were going to need it.

Written by Brief 11-08-2002 01:08 PM

It is coming.

Concentrate. As long as you kept yourself busy you'll be ok. They can't harm you if you just.. kept... yourself..well..

Flee this place.

Don't listen. Don't listen. You're safe. You're safe here. This is where you belong. You can't leave. You're dangerous. This is where you belong.

Flee this place.

No! Keep busy. Keep busy! Just concentrate! Everything is going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.

Flee this place.

Concentrate. Concentrate. Concentrate Concentrate concentrate concentrate concentrate concentrate concentrate. CONCENTRATE!

You must flee this place.

NO! I WON'T! I WON'T DO IT! I WON'T LEAVE!

"I'm glad to hear that Jack.."

A voice. Behind me. A man. Holding a needle?

"This will just sting a little. But I promise you'll thank me in the end..."

What? Ahh! That..

You fool....

Blackness...

Written by The Watcher 11-08-2002 01:10 PM

Good Deeds and Opportunities

Superstar was relaxing at his house after spending the day in Washington before the Senate when a breaking news bulletin interrupted the program he was watching. Carnage and mayhem had broken out all over Tokyo as beings who appeared to be anime characters swarmed over the city, causing death and destruction wherever they went.

"Looks like they could use all the help they could get. I better hop over there and see what I could do."

*Opens a gate to Tokyo*

"Damn it, I hate it when things like this interupt my tv time. Oh well, at least helping save Tokyo will get me some good publicity."

*Walks through and closes gate behind him*

Written by FBH 11-09-2002 08:14 AM

we appeared in tokyo in the middle of a street. it looked like we had stepped onto the set of a particularly large budget disaster movie. burning cars, blasted buildings, dead bodies..... and the dark red smuge of the dimensional anomaly hanging over the center of the city.

"god...." Anna looked across the street with revolution " what a mess. " Anna doesn't really look typical of a german. For one things she of african descent. germany actually get a far bit of emigration into europe far more than britain. Some in my home land would do well to remember this.

we spread out moved down the street our weapons draw. the sound of distant gun fire could be heard.

This rather Erie atmosphere was interrupted by my sixth sense.

"SNIPER!"

my nano implants kicked in augmenting my already psionically raised reactions. Time slowed. I saw a 5.56 round M-16 by the look of it blur past to slam into the ground beside a dodging Sarah. I saw the Sniper's aura in a tower block about about 1000 feet away. There was a thump behind me as Anna fired her ARM back down the track of the snipers bullet the man was boosted back from the window his weapon hitting the floor of his room about a second later.

"over priced " I heard Anna mutter in german.

we continued down the street. Ahead the sound of gun fire grew louder. We moved in.

I pushed out my sense.... " five beings with high magic. plus some mecha none of them have much in the way of aura. I don't think these are the real deal. There some kind of construct given the powers of the character the resemble. "

"that sounds right." Sarah was concentrating as hard as I was her magic giving her the same kind of insight my magic gave me. "also several dozen normal humans all feeling there about to die. " we were nearing the corner. "ok then" paul said. "standard drill? stop the bad guys and save the locals? " I smiled "try to take one alive. I would like to see what I can get out of there brain."

We went round the corner. Ahead about a two dozen defence forces troops. the were fighting five young women and a squad of mecha lead by a large black and grey mecha/jet marked with a skull and cross bones. the mecha's appeared to have placed them selves for close combat while the magic girls provided fire support.

I was glad we were loaded for heavy combat this missile. every one was packing mini missile launchers and 60 mm recoilless rifles as well as there standard weapons. Still this was going to be a hard fight. I sighted and pulled the triggers on my missile pod sending three 30 mm rockets into the nearest mechas leg. A 60 mm rifle shot wiped past and hit another mecha in the chest the shape charge blew in the armour and turned the cockpit into a fire ball.

As the two mecha fell the last turned to face us.

The mecha pointed its auto cannon at me. I smiled and thought in a certain way. the cannon detonated in the giant machines hand. The ammo explosion blew the mecha apart.

hot metal flayed across the street. a shield appeared around us and the JDF troops. Sarah's magic has to be the most useful power we have.

The mecha fire support were not so lucky Four of them fell to flying splinters and the last was picked up and thrown half the length of the street.

"looks like we have a prisoner... " paul commented as we moved to check the fallen anime character.

Written by Mg_knt 11-09-2002 10:51 AM

*A black hawk helicopter zoomed over Tokyo. No identifying marks were on it not even a serial number. Inside sat five people dressed from head to toe in black body armor.*

Recruiter:"Our ETA is in two minutes. Parker and Murrey you are gonna take a spot on the observing deck of a small office building. Go for any targets you have a clear shot on. A few minutes after you are dropped off another helicopter will come and drop off a motion deceting sentry gun and some rocket launchers. Ewel and Ramierez your with me. We are going to find the cause of this disturbence and shut it down."

*The helicopter stopped and hover over a small building. Parker and Murrey got out, they both held black cases which contained their favorite rifles. The helicopter moved a few feet to the right and three forms dropped ropes and repeled down to the ground.*

Recruiter:"Inform admiral that SCR is on the ground."

Radioman:"Message reported sir, good luck."

Written by Ramz 11-09-2002 11:48 AM

it was and abandoned house. Like the ones you see in the movies, where you just know a happy family once lived. Now it looked as if a tornado passed threw it, and only it. It was falling apart, it was dirty, and it was no place for someone to die. He had to check this place out for himself. New found abilities after taking the vampires head were surfacing constantly and with his ability to mystically track people would come in handy at the crime scene. Opening the shoddy door, Ramz walked into the dark house. What he thought was anticipation turned out to be, in fact, something all together different. He thought he sensed something, or someone in the house. It seemed powerful, but very calm and hidden, when opening the door he heard a noise coming from what had to be the room the murder took place. Stealthy walking up, before Ramz opened the door he felt the presence of a dark immortal. All he did was open the door enough to take a peak.

There was a man... an angle to be exact. He was holding another man in his hand effortlessly. The immortals sword was on the floor cut in two, and the angle was whispering in the mans ear. What he was saying, Ramz couldn't tell, but from the expression of the immortals face, it scared him half to death.

Suddenly, the immortal pointed in Ramz's direction, and the angles eyes met with Ramz's. Quickly pulling out his sword and jumping down the stairs Ramz waited. The door was blown apart and the angle was floating down toward him.

Angle: "what are you doing here little man? You are interfering with my business, I don't like that."

Ramz: "Listen, I want to have a few words with that murdering bastard. You can either step out of my way and let me deal with him or..."

Angle: “you are not in control of the situation. You never were. I suggest you leave now; the immortal will be dealt with accordingly.

He knows about immortal?

Ramz: "sorry, I can’t leave. His head is mine."

With that said, Ramz's sword flared with his ki aura, while he was in the air, pressing the attack.

Written by Jessie 11-09-2002 01:25 PM

The Angel grinned as the immortal leapt forward, as he suddenly brandished a Bastard Sword in his hand. With one hand still around the first immortal’s throat, he effortlessly held his large sword aloft. Ramz’s first thrust was parried neatly, but the man struck again and again, each strike quickening moreso than the last.

A simple extension of his own body, his blade lengthened several feet, stabbing into the ground as the intruder rolled aside from it. “You walked into this home, I will allow you to walk out. But realize, if you continue to attack, I will defend myself further.” The sword’s blade retracted, pulling itself back from the floor to its original length.

Ramz gritted his teeth. “His. Head. Is. Mine.” The Angel shook his head, and swatted at the belligerent youth before him. But the other’s speed was underestimated. He knocked the sword upwards with the butt of his hilt, followed by a quick stab into the fiery Angel’s gut. It was not to be so. The tip seemed to be….. trapped, somehow. It was caught in the stranger’s telekinetic field, but he didn’t know that. Still, Ramz pushed forward, his ki rising as he combated the invisible barrier between steel an flesh.

The Angel cried out, wings of flame brightening, growing larger as he pushed aside Ramz’s sword and flew back. Ramz stumbled forward, but was sent back as a foot caught him under the chin. His jaw cracked under the pressure, but his Immortal healing quickly took care of it. Luckily, his opponent just floated there, still holding his sword in one hand, and an Immortal in the other. His eyes slowly brightened - first turning from the blue, to yellow, until they burned. They converted to flames, matching the impossible wings which swept through the air without burning the materials around them.

Another arm grew behind the non-immortal. Obscured by a flaring wing, it held a tachi….. A sword he had acquired on another planet. Quickly, Krispy rushed Ramz, tossing the other man aside, knocking him out as he fell against a stud in the wall. Partially turning into mist, he passed around the Immortal, unharmed, untouched. His arm, however, still held the sword, which passed easily into Ramz’s left shoulder.

It cut bone, flesh and sinew with extreme precision, duplicatable by nothing else on the planet. It separated molecules, cleaving even cells which got in the way of his blade’s mono-molecular edge.

“YOU LOSE!” Krispy struck down, his voice booming through the house with the downward arc of his magical blade.

With his good arm, Ramz vainly tried to block the strike. His sword was sent clattering to the ground, but he was unharmed. The Angel gulped, as his eyes traveled over the fallen weapon. He kicked it to make sure.

Still whole. “Im…impossible.”

Written by The Watcher 11-09-2002 04:18 PM

Superstar emerged from his gate to find himself in a broken and devestated landscape. The sounds of battle could be heard in the distance while fires burned all over the city. Suddenly a spiky haired figure swooped down and started trying to blast at him. Superstar dodged as the blasts impacted on his forcefield.

"Great, now I've got a DBZ idiot to deal with."

*Blasts back at Vegita with a phaser at maximum power, doing enough damage to at least knock him from the sky*

"Hah, bet he didn't realize his powers would be diminished here."

Moving through the debris, Superstar used his spatial awareness and tricorder to locate injured victims, and then teleported them to the rescue personel unable to reach them. Above him he could see the Anomaly hanging over the city. He'd deal with that later, after he got more people to safety.

Written by Manuel 11-09-2002 08:53 PM

Ultimate-Manuel looked upon his former apartment with a mix of shock and resignation. He'd expected to find everything relatively normal. Instead, after having activating his Return-To-Safe-Haven ring, he found his home in ruins, burned, the destination circle on the floor barely intact.

Screaming all the way down, a scorched figure in blue body armor fell from the heavens, landing in a pile of debris down the block. Manny took a few steps outside, hearing the distant sounds of gunfire and other wierd noises which he recognized as the various energy-powers of superhumans.

He brushed some dust off his sweater, and started making his way over to where the man had fallen from the sky.

Written by Ramz 11-10-2002 02:04 PM

Ramz sprang back away from the angle trying to get his Barings. His head was swimming with pain; he couldn't believe the angles sword pierced threw his vibranium mesh suit so easily. It had to be an interdimensional blade. He also had to gain the upper hand somehow, he never liked going into a fight unprepared, and defiantly outclassed. This was looking to end up very bad; he could always come back for Sadore's head another time... if the angle doesn't take it by accident himself.

As the angle advanced, Ramz started gathering his ki in his palm. He could only focus it into his right hand, since his left was still trying to heal from the devastating attack. Something about the cut, or the sword made his wound heal a whole lot slower than regularly.

Firing the blast, it struck the surprised angle in the mid section sending him slamming hard against the wall, while distracted ramz summoned his blade into his hands, ready again to attack. The absence of a 'grunt' after his ki blast didn't lift Ramz's spirits in the least, he needed to be more focused to use his full on steel shattering blasts. Again they fought, this time, Ramz came in with force attacks and mini ki blasts, trying to distract the more powerful opponent enough to get in a good blow. All it really seemed to be doing was annoy him. With lighting speed which clocked passed him pregog senses, the Angle was suddenly behind Ramz, His sword quickly on the immortals neck.

A: "you see? You were never a match for me. You were dead when you blindly attacked me. I gave you fair warning, but you didn't heed it...

R: "I was always told tha.. *urk* that I was never one to obay commands *cough*.

A: "So it would seem. You fought well for one with such minimal power".

As the blade dug into Ramz's neck, suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, Ramz vanished into the angles shadow. The shadow which was being cast by his massive fiery wings. Quickly, the Angle prepared for the sudden blow that was soon expected to come, but nothing happened. All was silent. The immortal somehow escaped him. And he didn't like it.

But he knew he could do nothing, the immortal could be anywhere. Now he had other matters to attend to, the evil inside Sadore was to be passed on to no immortal. No matter how noble the immortal seemed. His murderous rain was to end tonight. Picking up the body, Jessie, with a quick fluid motion, sliced off sadore's head.

From out side the house, Ramz watched blankly as lighting tore the old home down. The angle took Sadores head, and no other immortal was there to receive the quickening. The small neck wound given to him by the angles impossibly sharp blade would stay with him as long as he lived. It would scar like all neck wounds immortals received reminding him of how he was easily beaten... thankfully it wasn't too deep of one.

Getting up, Ramz quickly ran into the near by ally way, he didn't want to stick around to see the angle again, and he need to figure out how he got away. Everything just turned black, and he was outside? Maybe it was another trick the ancient Vampire gave him? Teleportation? Shadow melding? It didn't matter, his main priority now was to get as far away from the Angle meta as possible.

Written by The Watcher 11-11-2002 02:55 PM

In Tokyo

As the day wore on, Superstar continued to search for survivors and gate them to waiting rescue personel. Occaisionally he had to fend off attacks from crazed anime charcters, but between subtle use of his powers and judicious use of firepower he managed to deal with them easily.

Finally, deciding that it was time for a change of tactics he turned his attention to the anomaly itself. Reaching outward with his Spatial Senses, he found that it was a rift in space to elsewhere. Exactly where he could not learn, but he knew that it wasn't his universe. Not that it mattered. He didn't need to know where it led to close it on this side.

He began concentrating, folding and bending space to patch over the hole in the dimensional fabric that was the anomaly. Thickening the barrier he put in place. The anomaly was gigantic. It was going to take some time to totally close it. But already it was diminishing, getting smaller and smaller at a slow but visible rate.

Meanwhile, all this time his tricorder had been recording his activities. After he had gone over it to make sure there was nothing he rather not distribute, it would make good video for the media of his exploits. Who said you couldn't do good deeds and benefit from it?

Written by Manuel 11-11-2002 07:38 PM

Manuel came upon the corpse after rounding another pile of debris. It was a short, wiry man wearing blue armor that had been melted to his flesh. From the bubbled look of the metal, it had been some kind of energy weapon, like a laser. His face was untouched, and it contained staring, vacant blue eyes that now saw nothing. His hair was blonde, coming forth in a widow's peak and streaking back in spikes like some sort of bizarre punk-rocker haircut. The man had alot of viens in his neck and forehead, giving him a perpetually constipated scowl.

Manuel sighed, and gently reached forth to close the dead man's staring eyes.

Written by Mg_knt 11-11-2002 08:24 PM

*The Recruiter looked at his PDA. The anonomly above the convention centered had just closed.*

TR:"Alright there is a delievery entrence in the back that we will use. I want a tight leapfrog line when we go in."

Written by FBH 11-12-2002 12:14 PM

I looked upward from the rather empty (was it cause she was a construct or was she normally that air headed?) body of the anime character I had been mind reading as the red shadow of the rift above clasped in on its self.

"looks like super star got here" Sanjay commented I nodded then flicked on my communicator.

"mentalist to station. how's it look up there?"

"sky is clear mentalist We have a good visual and sensors read ok."

"ok find the center of this crap I'd like to finish this before any more of the city gets trashed. "

"ok. We have pinpointed the convention hall where this started. lots of hostiles around it. "

"ok by the numbers breach teleport. "

The area around the convention hall was guarded by around forty mecha, two dozen magic girls, several of the pointy hair maniacs that seem to populate so much of anime and the Ranma gang. It didn't do any good.

The telegates snapped open for a second and sprayed out Missiles and Gas bombs when we stepped through our suits sealed against any remaining gas (there shouldn't have been the stuff was supposed to decay in five to six seconds) there was nothing but blasted bits and twitching bodies.

"ok base were in drop of a company of troops to seal this area off I want these bastards."

this was the right place. heavily guarded and practically screaming PPE at me. We moved towards the entrance.

Written by Mg_knt 11-12-2002 10:16 PM

*A grenade bounced in front of Ryouga. Being the not so intelligent character that he is he decided to tap the odd looking object as soon as he touched it it exploded leaving his burned corspe behind. The Recruiter gave the go signal and the three man team made their way into the back of the convention hall.*

Written by FBH 11-13-2002 12:16 PM

The limpet charge blew the convention hall's doors in, splattering several rather unfortunate defenders. the rest cut lose through the now open door with their weapons and hit precisely nothing!

As the slightly confused constructs stopped firing, there was click, click, sound sound of a grenade dropping into their midst. The resulting fragmentation ripped the AD police apart.

Why the hell the guy was using AD police as his final line of defence I will never know. They are not exactly the sharpest blades in the drawer!

The few remaining guards died as Anna and I stepped into the doorway and hosed the room down with our PDWs. As the rest of the team followed behind we realized that this was not quite the final line of defence - at least in this part of the building.

8 Battlesuits of Bubblegum Crisis design stood facing us.

The team spread out and the suits moved to engage us as individuals. the resulting battle was fairly short. I possessed one suit facing me and used it to attack the other then kill its self. By the time i had finished, al but one of the others was down two in flames, one blasted apart by several dozen shape charge rounds another eaten by micro bots and the others either shot or ripped apart.

"double tap any anime characters but keep whoever is controlling this alive. I think the Japanese government will want to put them on trial and I want to ask them some questions..." I telepathically told the rest of my team as we moved further in.

Written by Ramz 11-13-2002 10:06 PM

Manhattan. In a dark alleyway lying in rubble, was the beheaded body of a young lady. It all started when the girl, an immortal, came up to him at the bar asking a bunch of unwanted questions. One of her questions struck something in Ramz's mind. Fear.

It's been almost 2 months now and no word of the angle has come up... Until about a week ago that is. Now, in the past week alone, he's been in 3 fights. All of which clamed to be fighting for the head of an immortal with the ability to "vanish" into thin air. The Angle was looking for him, and spreading word of his power and skill across the city streets, buying info and paying God knows what for my head. He knew what the girl wanted from him after hearing the question: "do you know where I can find the man who..."

It was all about the quickening after that. He was in no mood for games, or asking where she got her information. All he wanted was her head and that damn angle dead. The both met in the dark ally, swords drawn out, ready to go. Ramz had his mystic blade shaped in the weapon of his choice: the Katana. Admittedly, he could have made his sword into something bigger, an axe perhaps? But he favored what he was trained in.

Without any further procrastinating, Ramz and the girl locked swords. She was a novice, that much he could tell. Using the force, he quickly slammed the girl in the chest, sending her flying 20 feet into the brick wall. Lifting herself up, she ran at Ramz, sword raised above her head screaming some incoherent garbage. Seeing an opening, Ramz force leaped into the air, grabbing onto the buildings fire escape ladder and flipping out of the way of the oncoming attack. Thankful for Ramz, the babble she was screaming was actually a magic spell, and the area where he was once standing was a smoking crater.

Taking the girl more seriously now after seeing such a power display, Ramz dove in for the attack, they fought and locked blades numerous times, non really gaining any advantage, only until after the first few tussles. She seemed to be gaining in skill while they fought, learning all his moves, countering all his attacks. Something about her skill was unnatural. After awhile, she started gaining the upper hand. Every chance she got, she tried to injure him, cut his arm, slash his stomach, stab at his leg. It would have given the fight to her under other circumstances, but his Vibranium suit kept him safe.

After getting rather impatient, she finally stared screaming those words he heard before, which gave him the opening that he needed. Using a force blow, Ramz sent the girl flying hard again against the far building wall, while she hit the ground, he summoned up some of his inner ki, and while jumping onto the fire escape, he let loose a blast that shattered then wall above her head, in caving it onto her body.

In seconds, the magical blast she was summoning blew the debris off her body, sending it in all directions. But his plan worked, she was battered and broken, and she needed time to heal. Time she didn't have. Walking up to the barely standing girl, without so much as a glance, Ramz smoothly sliced off her head.

After taking the quickening, Ramz used his recently developed shadow melding powers and vinished into the night air...

Written by Jessie 11-13-2002 11:39 PM

His games were over.

No matter how powerful the people were he had run across, none had really concerned him. He was pleasant to those more powerful than him, as well as to those he could use - and abuse. Still, they were of little consequence to him. Mostly, he ignored all others - as well as previous recruiting drive - save for the ones who chose to make themselves known to him. With them, he was cruel.

Jason enjoyed his time with Jessie. He had learned to become more cruel as time passed, conveying his companion's influence on himself. Still, he had ound himself one to travel with. He no longer had real concern over losing his head, and he had bountiful time to practice his sword technique - as well a using the special arsenal hsi friend kept. He also enjoyed the Quickenings from the Immortals they slaughtered. And the other sadistic pleasures they revered in the pursuit of a single person.

Currently, they were in Las Vegas, following alead that many of the newer, cockier metahumans gathered for some fun in Sin City. They had left a present at their previous visit to the strip club, Olympic Garden. A naked dancer sat in the back, crying in one the VIP rooms, too horrified to step past the dismembered bodies and the blood which crawled along the floor. She could only remember his voice... familiar... Mythos or something, from that TV show where people cut off each other's heads.

Isn't this sort of thing illegal in Clark County? And really, there's no telling what diseases a dirty pair like them could have picked up. You should have at least been wearing a condom.

Perhaps she was be scolded, or joked with. In truth, she didn't care; all she wanted was to close her eyes, and not have man be there when she opened them again. There had been nothing special about the two men, they were just unfortunate perverts with a bit of cash handy.


The two had now made their way in Insomnia. Of course, when one goes clubbing, one dresses the part. Jason had a time at it, using a little blue hair cement to highlight his outfit. Jessie quickly changed beforehand, his body taking the female form of Didi - Death of the Endless - except a bit taller, and fuller in the chest. His 'clothing' shifted into a halter bra and a pair of pants to suit his temporary identity.

Man, you crack me up, you know that? But what the hell happened to your sword?

Absorbed it - sort of. I kinda don't get it, myself.

At least you look hot, bro.

Anyone? Getting that tingly feeling?

Yeah, that skank to your right, in the pink and blue. Oh... and the guy floating next to her. But don't go slutting yet, you've still got work to do.

He was out of sight already, and Jessie's expression had not changed, but he knew he would appreciate it.

Spots in the floor began to fall, the swarm stumbling against each other as Jessie telekinetic field manipulated the floor, compressing words underneath their feet. It simply read Angel, hopefully to get his point across to the appropriate parties. He pushed his face against the Immortal woman's hair, breathing her scent as his mouth brushed against her neck.

She reacted well, grinding against the strange woman. They both winked at (presumably), the girl's partner, as Jessie begun to rip the other's shirt apart. With a few heads turned to their direction, Jessie's sword emerged from his body. It was just a moment 'til the girl before him was split in half. Her boyfriend's skull was immediately shortened several inches. It took their bodies a few moments to truly realize they were dead - in fact, they were probably still conscious when they fell to the floor.

The lightning emerging from the girl's body rapidly began destroying the lights, windows and other electronics. The speakers whined before bursting, offending the eardrums of everyone still in the club. The blue sparks followed their path to Jason, who stood against a table, bracing himself at the energy pouring into his body.

As he shook off the effects of the Quickening, he found Jessie next to him. It was dark, but his senses knew. Gentle man, gentle - I don't think the table appreciates being held like that.

Written by Mg_knt 11-13-2002 11:43 PM

*SCR went through the back of the Convention center easily. There was no resistence. This only showed the terrorists lack of training. SCR stopped before on door. Their heartbeat sensors went off their were real people inside that room.*

The Recruiter:"Okay we use gas grenades then go in on 5."

*Each member took out a canister grenade from their vests and pulled the pin. The Recruiter cracked open the door and all three grenades were tossed into the room. 5 seconds passed and SCR went through the door.*

The Recruiter:"Everybody drop weapons and put your hands up."

Written by FBH 11-14-2002 10:02 AM

The room was scattered with blasted bits of formerly hostile anime characters.

the gas didn't affect us much we still had our suits sealed. the identify of the new arrivals would have been pretty obvious even if I didn't have both psionic powers and good Intel. they pretty much had to be american with that accent.

As soon as the team had thrown in there grenades Anna and i had both gone into invisibility while Sanjay phased into a near by dimension. Sarah and Paul just stepped back through and to the sides of the door we had just gone through.

"Everybody drop weapons and put your hands up." the team leader shouted as the team moved through the door.

I reached out with my mind. "I'm afraid we can't do that. but fortunately were on your side. " I stepped back into visbilty allowing there minds to once again see me. Guns in hand but not pointed at them.

"were near the end of this care to lead the way? " I pointed at the room one un opened door.

Written by The Watcher 11-14-2002 04:28 PM

Meanwhile, with the rift closed Superstar was once again gating injured survivors to hospitals while picking off any stray anime characters who he encountered on his rounds. He would have headed to the Convention Center, but he was told by the authorities that Elysium, the UN's team, was already dealing with that site. The last thing he wanted to do is get in the way as a person unfamiliar with their procedures and tactics. If they truly needed outside help they'd call for it.

Written by Ramz 11-17-2002 04:36 PM

After shadow walking to his hotel room, Ramz took a needed shower, and went to sleep. While he was sleeping, he dreamt of mad angles attack him in the night, trying to get his quickening. He also saw a man with the angle, an immortal, waiting for the final blow so that he could get all of ramz's power.

After a fitful sleep, Ramz awoke in the early morning. He needed less and less sleep these days, a very useful gift from the vampires head. It was around 5:20 in the morning, now and he needed another shower.

After eating and finishing off his business, Ramz left his hotel room to look for more info on the angle tracking him down. While in the hotel lobby, he heard ringing in his ears, a very familiar noise that usually warns of danger. Suddenly, a hand fell on his shoulder, quickly turning; he pushed the person off, getting a good look at the immortal.

A big smile flashed across Ramz's face.

Ramz: Justin! Long time no see!

Justin: Ramz, what’s going on man?! I heard you were in town, why haven't you tried contacting me yet?? I had to do some searching, but I finally found the place you were staying at. What have you been up too this past year? How's Lisa? Why are you back in Manhattan?...

Ramz: It good to see you too man, how about we go look for an early morn bar or something so we can catch up?

Justin: alright, I know just the place; you are in my town after all.

Ramz: lead the way...

Written by Jessie 11-17-2002 07:01 PM 11-17-2002 09:05 PM

He loved pretending to be somebody else. It protected his identity, and thus his family, as well as his freedom. Due to his powers, he could become whomever and whatever he wanted, without the hassles of actually being that person. Most of the time, he took the guise of his neutral-looking Angel persona, and women. Perhaps he started to enjoy the gender change a bit too much; after all, he even used female forms when just lounging around.

At least he was having fun.

Of course, fun depended on who you were, exactly. The people on the street, surrounding the 'band', were having fun - for example. Jessie stood atop a laqcuered black piano, and waved to everyone pushing their way to the blocked intersection. His current diversion looked like the human replicate of Betty Boop, in a short skirt and top.

His current voice was stolen from Sinead O'Connor. It took him a few tries to correctly copy it but, all in all, it was a fabulous recreation. After all, everyone else seemed to be enjoying it.

I wanna be loved by you
Just you, nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you, alooone
Boop-boop-be-doo

I wanna be kissed by you
Just you, nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you, alooone

Bup-bup, I couldn't aspire
To anything higher
Than to fill the desire
To make you my own
Bup-bup-a-deetle-a-boop-boop-a-doo

As he finished the song, he waited for the applause to die down before calling for everyone's attention.

"May I have you attention please? Everyone! Please, we need your help."

Several people, including his second in command Jason, begun to fly above the gatherers, dispensing flyers to everyone below. They each had a detailed, color picture of Ramz... along with names and details where information could be relayed. Along with the possible reward for helping the FBI capture the 'wanted criminal'. $250,000 American. Not a bad haul, for anyone.

"The person in that photograph is wanted for multiple murders across 12 states. The latest count, as of the 4 latest victims in Nevada, is 27. He butchered those people, carving them up like sides of beef, oftentimes decapitating them.

"According to the sightings, this man is a metahuman and should be considered armed and extremely dangerous. If you see this man, at any time, please do not try to apprehend him. And please, spread word about what you have heard today, our safety depends on it.

"We are alerting local governments and police forces about him in as many states as possible, urging all citizens to be aware of his existence and the danger surrounding him.

"Thank you for listening, everyone."

Written by FBH 11-18-2002 11:39 AM

The door opened and we tossed in grenades then went through after the detonation.

The american team were pro maybe as good as us.... there leader especially. I looked at his mind. it was sealed tight, defended by massive will power and training. I could have probably got in but not without a large fight. digging into americas super human operations could wait.

The room was lit buy the burning ruins of a pair of K suits. still this BGC crap. my sixth sense told me of a greater threat in time for me to shout a warning and dive to the side as a fire ball blew out the other door, a wave of gun fire splashed across the force shield of the red haired woman on the other side, I could already here the hear another spell being cast. suddenly the red haired mage was forced to stop spell casting as she combusted. the magical shield clasped and she was torn apart by a hail of gun fire.

my sixth sense was giving me more info as we moved through the room the red head was guarding. we were almost at the center of the crisis. we moved up to the door.

Written by Pellcia 11-18-2002 07:59 PM

A city street......Midnight

The hasy moon gives just enough light for the silent figure to make his way through the park. He leap from tree to tree, making little to no sound. Finally arriveing at the park gate he flipped down and slowly checked from side to side for any signs of people.....there were none.

He stepped out onto the street and slowly made his way up the road. People were quickly returning to there homes....nobody wanted to be caught after dark. There had been a killer in the area for the past week, praying on innocent people for there money and maybe for the enjoyment for it all. Not that it mattered to lone figure. He was only interested in one thing.....his job.

Peeking his head around the corner into a narrow allyway he spotted his target. There was a man standing over a scared woman, he held a dagger in his hand and was prepareing to slice her throat.

The cloaked man leaped from the shadows and pointed his hand towards the man.

"FLAELI!!"

A blast of red fire shot forth from his hand and hit the killer in the back, sending him against the wall. The woman got up and ran down the allyway and ast the cloaked man. He slowly walked over and inspected the body, and then hid it under a sheet and placed a tag so he could pick it up later and collect his money.

On the way out a small poster grabed his attention on the nearby wall. It talked about a man and a large reward.....he ripped the poster off the wall and examined it carefully. Perhaps he should look into this.

He rolled up the poster and walked away.

Written by Mg_knt 11-18-2002 10:15 PM

*SCR stopped at the door. With a gesture each member put a fresh clip into their machine guns. The Recruiter giving two more hand gestures and a countdown. When the leader held up a fist all three members kicked the door down and went in.*

Written by FBH 11-19-2002 03:21 AM

As the two SCR operatives opened the door I got a view of the room my implants gave me enough time to access it as the two americans sprayed the room. There was a Japanese guy with glasses, standing in the middle of a magic circle. there were to other Japanese guys who until machine gun fire cut them in half were chanting. There were three large powered suits. an HESF warhead blew one to hell and i shot the other two through the vision ports.

"/fools! you cannot stop me/" they guy in the circle was screaming at us in Japanese. there was a pop and another battle suit stepped out of the air.

it didn't do the bad guy any good as it was blasted and flamed by a half dozen of us at one.

"paul" I mind sent. "negate this guy." the magic circle clasped and the light show around the Otoku shut off.

"/NOOO!!/"

"is this guy a stereo type or what?"

having put the cuffs on the super villain we left the building. the SCR team vanished before we left. got to love black ops.

we got a point to point teleport out of the city to the Japanese defence force command post where we handed the bad guy of to the proper authorities. with a promise from them we could come back and talk to him latter. That should be interesting.

Written by Ramz 11-19-2002 12:01 PM

With alittle help from the force, Ramz convinced the bartender to keep the drinks coming, even though it was 5 am in the morning. After some reminiscing, Justin started getting alittle serious...

Justin: Ramz, I've been hearing some odd things my friend... thinks like, you’re being hunted by Immortals across the world...

Ramz: Yeah, I know. That's why I'm in Manhattan; I wanted to find some info on this guy who put a price on-

Justin: Have you not watched the news lately?!? You are a wanted man Ramz, I thank god you used your powers on the bar tender before he recognized you. You face has been playing on T.V every hour on the hour, with a reward of 250,000! People are saying that you’re worse than any sociopath murder this world has ever seen!

Ramz's face suddenly went white. He knew the Angle man wasn't infact an actually angle... He had a feeling that he could shape shift into anything that suited his needs... but this? This was a move made by a professional. This guy wanted his head, and he was going to get it no matter what the cost....

Ramz: Justin... I'm being set up.

Justin: You think I don’t know that?! C'mon man, how long have we known each other? 7 years? Of course your being set up how you are being set up is another question entirely... but shit, 250,000 is alot of cash.

Ramz: I know how he's setting me up... The bastard can shapeshift. *He's* the one murdering all the innocent people disguised as myself.

Justin: I figured it was something like that... I still can't believe you're worth 250,000! Man, the last time I saw that kind of cash was in Vegas 3 years ago, remember?

Ramz: heh, Ya I remember, you almost married that damn hooker if it wasn't for me telling you other wise, those were some fun days...

Justin: ya, I never told you though... when you caught your plane to go back home I stayed in Vegas...

I lost it all man.

Ramz: heh, ya, now you’re like me, living off my powers right? No rich and crazy life for Justin? Hahaha, that's classic.

With a stone cold face that immediately told Ramz he was telling the truth.

Justin: it's true Ramz... I need money, BAD...

Ramz: man, I could help you out. I have some money saved in my bank account... there's about 8000 in there, it could get you back on your feet...

Justin: 8000?!? Sorry Ramz, but that's just not enough... I need more my friend... I'm sorry...

If it wasn't for his Force precog and his lightning reflexes, Ramz's head would have been rolling around on the floor.

Ramz: What the Fuck. Are. You. DOING.

Justin: I'm truely sorry my friend; I can't live the life you live... I need money and I need it as soon as possible. 250,000 should be enough.

Ramz:.... very well.

Their swords clashed....

Written by Ramz

Within minutes the bar was utterly devastated. At first Ramz couldn't believe what was happening. He was trying to talk with his friend, get him to stop the nonsense before it went too far. After a long period of time trying to avoid his old friend’s attacks, Ramz just got fed up. He was disgusted by the man he faced, who now looked nothing like the man he once knew. He was also sick of all the running and hiding he's been doing, he now knew that there was no one to trust, not even his closest friends.

Jumping back, Ramz put 20 feet between himself and Justin.

Ramz: Ok. Fine. You want to fight me Justin? You want to die today?

Justin: Ha! Don't make me laugh Ramz, 7 years ago you were afraid to spar with me! I can still see the fear in your eyes! I can see you shaking right now damnit!

Ramz: No... It isn't fear old friend... It's anger... its hate... its disgust. Ill make this as quick and painless as possible... for an old friend.

Suddenly, Ramz vanished out of sight, and reappeared right behind his friend with his sword to his throat.

Ramz: I told you Justin, but you wouldn't listen. I've gained in power while you gambled your life away.

Justin: wait... Ramz, please... I'm sorry. Man... It’s just... I was so afraid... I needed money so bad I didn't know what to do. I wasn't thinking strait! I need your help Ramz. A friend to a friend... please, help me?

Ramz: .... There can be only one.

Vanishing back to his room. Ramz took yet another, long long shower. Accompanied by a bottle of strong liquor.

It's gonna be a looooong day.

Written by Jessie 11-21-2002 08:52 PM

Jessie listened to the recent news in New York. It flashed on TV - another murder. One man found dead at a bar, even found with a sword. It was not the murder weapon, however, but was of particular use, since the man’s fingerprints were found all over the sword.

He knew it was sharp, without the evidence relayed by the morning news. Another decapitation, one he had no obvious connection to. He was responsible for it, yes, but he was halfway across the country. All of the Immortals around the globe perpetuated the deception. Each new day, the search widened for Ramz, one of the most wanted men in America at the moment.

It had taken a great deal of effort, but he had persuaded a few “anonymous millionaires” to help him increase the bounty for the capture of the murderer. $5 million dollars, in fact. All it cost him was a few favors, and conversions of super-powered enemies who tried to muscle their way into their wallets and corporations. A privately funded reward manhunt, conducted by the FBI, all because of one person - who had mysteriously resisted his “invincible” sword.

After all, it should have been invincible. He had no doubt, were he to test it out in the Marvel universe, he would have easily cleaved adamantium. It just didn’t make sense. The guy was nothing to him. Nothing! Too slow, too weak, and lacked the skill he had accumulated over the past two years. Yet, his blade resisted his weapon.

You’re mine.

Jess burst through the hotel walls, telekinetic field keeping the plaster, wood and stone from dirtying his clothes. He could be in New York within two hours if nothing strayed his course, and then the Immortal would be at his mercy.

Written by FBH 11-22-2002 04:34 AM

I stood on a fortress war of white stone. I was wearing a set of heavy full plate and I had a large slightly curved sword in one hand resting against the parapet.

(this place looks greek more than medieval no crenals but arrow slits on the front face apparently the missile troops rest inside. The towers have covered tops, flyer defence?)

In front of the wall was a long valley mountains anchored each side of this fortification, what I could see of the landscape was covered with forest all but a hundred meter kill zone in front of the wall. Dust clouds trailed through the trees, I became aware that there was dust every where, thick clouds in the sky reduced the sun to a red glare, it spun and settled on the wall. On my armour, on the armour of the ranks of grim faced men and women beside me.

From the trees came the sound of distant thunder, I could see trees shaking in a wave moving towards the hundred meters of clear space before the wall.

"STAND READY" some one (our commander?) shouted.

And then they broke the tree line. the attack had very little in the way of tactics behind it. basically it was a wave of Creatures running full out. they are basically humanoid but had many features that you don't find on an average human, sharp bone spurs on some, claws on others, some had the heads of beast complete with biting jaws, interspersed with the human sized attackers where larger insectsiod giants.

There numbers seemed endless the thunder I had heard was there foot fall.... arrows, flame, shot and magic crashed into them as they crossed the cleared area. but they didn't slow.

the first rank reached almost the base of the wall and... jumped, some how driving them selves to the top. one landed in front of me I hacked it down before it could recover its balance. combats broke out all along the wall. A second thing landed near me cutting down the man beside me with a great double headed axe flame glowed around the Axes head as he pulled it back for another strike.

(magic seemed very common on this battle field - even as my view point turned towards the attacker I could see at least the light show of a magic in the majority of combats raging along the wall)

The Blade in my hands flamed white hot, I swung it snarling at the brutish thing in front of me it lept back and I barely avoided the axe strike it throw at me in return. suddenly it grunted and toppled over. one of my fellow troopers a blond haired woman carrier a sphere had impaled the creature from behind. even as the body feel I was turning to find another opponent.

(as my view point shifts I see something on edge of the forest. my dream self doesn't seem to notice a group of figures all clad in the same dusty red of the sun stand watching. )

the wall shakes under me as an insectile giant lands with a thump on the parapet crushing a half dozen of both sides. There is another sound one that I do not recognize.

(I know the sound well. It is the sound of a motor shell.)

something bursts in the sky above me I see tiny metal balls falling across the wall and the fortress behind like hail stones. (anti personal bomblets?)

One landed near me and.... pain, white, red, black.

I awake.

"well that was interesting...."

Written by The Watcher 11-22-2002 07:36 AM

Superstar watched the news with outrage and disgust. He specifically agreed to make a deal with Ramz to help him get his vibranium suit only if he was the Duncan McCloud type who didn't kill good immortals who weren't trying to kill him. And now his face was on the news, wanted for multiple killings across the country.

How the hell did he even pass the psych tests and mind scans? Did a dark quickening somehow change him? Or was even truly guilty? The people he hired were good. The chances he could've fooled them all were remote. It was possible that either something had happened to change Ramz or he was being set up.

Whatever was up, he was determined to get to the bottom of this. He certainly wasn't going to let such a monster run around with technology he had provided the means to obtain. He'd find Ramz and figure out was going on. And if Ramz had somehow turned into a bloodthirsty and evil immortal, he'd take the suit back from him.

Using his power of Correspondence to Filter Allspace, he located the fugitive immortal. After errecting an illusion of absence to make himself undetectable to all senses, he teleported himself to the hotel room Ramz had holed up in. .

As Ramz came out of the shower with a bottle of liquor, Superstar created an illusion of the phone ringing. If Ramz picked it up, the dialtone he should have heard would be replaced by the sound of Superstar's voice. It was time to have a talk with him and see what he had to say for himself.

Written by FBH 11-22-2002 10:35 AM

The assassination of the president of a small african nation was not really to unusual. The rate of turn over of national government heads has reduced since we appeared on the scene but it still happened.

What was weird was the fact that the one who pulled the trigger was his ten year old daughter.

It was at a speech most of the cabinet were there. The young woman walked up to a security man smiled pulled his gun from his holster and shot her dad through the head. She then proceeded to calmly kill pretty much everyone in the line of succession, and a bunch of security guards.

They finally took her down with an Rocket launcher when she left the hall.

soon after word another nation leader died. This one in south america. He and many of the countries people were apparently poisoned by there cook.

This was odd since the chef had known and been great friends to the president and his party.

When confronted, the cook grabbed an cleaver and hacked down the surprised investigator, he was promptly shot by the unfortunates partner. It took an entire clip to stop him.

both countries where at war over the succession within 12 hours.

It was going to a long day....

Written by Mr.Sandman 11-22-2002 03:23 PM

A few hours later...

A figure dressed in black examined the wreaked bar from afar. Indeed there had been a major fight.......Must be him Sandman thought.

He turned his head from side to side, there is a chance he could still be in the city.....and he would have needed a place to sleep for the night. Hotals would be the best place to look first...and with his powers he could zip through all the hotals in the city in no time....better start now he thought and lept from the building top, dissapering into the night.

Written by Ramz 11-22-2002 03:33 PM

That must have been one of the best showers Ramz has ever had, well, the best shower without somebody accompanying him at least. When all was done, he quickly dried himself off, and put on some lose fitting cloths. When he walked out of the shower room, something very unexpected, and very frightening happened. The phone rang. His first thought was that it was the bastard angle that was out for his life, that somehow, he located his whereabouts and he was calling for a little taunt before the kill. But that didn't seem like his style at all.

After the 3rd ring, he assured himself that it was the lobby check up or something. Picking up the phone, the voice he heard on the other line was someone he did not expect to hear from, the man who helped him get the suit that saved his life many a time, Superstar. The first thing that came to Ramz's mind was "Damnit". He was not a stupid man. He knew the deal he made with Superstar the day he agreed to help him get the suit, and according to the local news, the deal was not only broken, it was utterly shattered. What scared him the most was that if Superstar was angry, if he wanted some payback for the lives he supposedly took, then Ramz would be helpless against his power. Not only is Superstar a man who has power and sway over most of the U.S., he was also a man who could appear out of nowhere maybe in his very room, at any time, any place, all he had to do was think about his whereabouts and he would be found.

If Superstar was looking for Justice, Ramz stood less of a chance against him then he did against the Angle. He did *not* need another potential head hunter.

Ramz: Hello old friend...

Written by The Watcher 11-22-2002 04:10 PM

"Hello Ramz. I've been hearing things, upsetting things about you and your activities. This concerns me. I helped you get your suit, and if you've misued it I consider myself partially responsible. What I want to know is the truth, and I'd like to know it now. Are you responsible for all of those killings? Are you going after innocents? Answer truthfully. I have ways of telling if you are lying."

The voice Ramz heard on the phone paused, waiting for his explanation.

Written by Mr.Sandman 11-22-2002 03:48 PM

*sigh*

Sandman leaped finsihed checking the six hotal and still there was not a trace of the man he hunted. By now...he was getting annoyed. The was one last hotal in the area, might as try it he thought and quickly leap along the rooftops towards it.

Upon reaching a nearby building he pulled out a small camera shaped like a fly and turned it on. It hovered in his hand a few moments before flying down towards the side of the building. In hovered along each window taking a peep at who was inside each room.

Finally it arrived at a window and it scaned a man inside that matched the picture. A signal went out to Sandman and he turned on his veiwscreen, it was ramzs that he saw....taling on the phone to some unknown person.

Sandman smiled and leaped from the roof to the ledge outside the his window....and waited for Ramz to finish his call...

Written by Ramz 11-22-2002 04:55 PM

After relaying his long story, from when he first met the angle, till his most recent fight...

"No. I won't lie to you Superstar; I have taken my fair share of unworthy Immortal heads since last we spoke, but killing these innocents? Never.

I've been set up by.... I don't even know what *it's* name is. He has been shape shifting to look like myself and killing all these people that much I know, but like I said before, he takes the shape of an Angle with fiery wings, and he carries 2 blades which can slice threw my Vibrainum suit... I don't know what or who to trust anymore... for all I know, you can be him discussing your voice as Superstars. For all I know, I could be attacked by one of you’re....

Suddenly, Ramz felt a disturbance in the force...

Ramz: Sorry Superstar, I can feel someone watching me... someone who also has force powers... I have to leave here now.

Before he could hear superstar’s reaction to his grim tale, Ramz ran out of his room speed enhanced by the force, leaving both superstar and his stalker behind.

Written by Pellcia 11-22-2002 05:58 PM

Just as Ramz exited the hotal through the front door a man leaped from the rooftop and landed in his path. The man throw off his cloak and smiled at Ramz.

"So we meet at last for the first time...and perhaps the last as well. *Bows* Your a very famous person my dear friend.....very famous indeed. Now I give you two choices....come with me quietly without struggle and I shall not harm you.....Give resistance however...and I can give you no assurance that you will live. Pick your choice..."

Sandman stood waiting for a reply..

Written by The Watcher 11-22-2002 07:07 PM

As Ramz told his story, Superstar monitored his lifesigns with his tricorder. Mesurements of heart rate, voice stress levels, and neural activity indicated that while feeling some anxiety, the immortal was very likely telling the truth.

"Damn!" thought Superstar. "I need to know more to get to the bottom of this."

Realizing that he needed Ramz alive and free a little longer to find out what exactly he was going on, he used his tricorder to keep track of his movements as he fled the hotel. He then opened a gateway underneath the stuff in the closet that the immortal left behind, and dropped his sword, bag, and vibranium suit in front of him. He'd defintitely need everything he had to survive. As Ramz continued on his way, the Watcher used his tricorder and powers to attempt to keep track and monitor him.

Written by FBH 11-25-2002 12:54 PM

I stepped out of the teleport field into the hall in which the first of our two victims had been shot.

the analyze team were already there, clustered round what was left of the assassin. the RPG had not hit her full on, but the fragments of near impact had ripped her apart. Still more than enough for science.

"so what do we have. " the man leading the science team (in think he's called ted but I'm not sure) looked over at me.

"take a look at this sir." he handed me a flat screen linked to the scanner it showed the inside of the girl head. as well as the normal brain tissue tiny crystal filaments linked bits of her brain like some obscene spider web.

"yuk.. what is it? " "crystal virus. Ian banks verse tech. "

"so some guy with dimensional travel powers is infecting people with a controlling virus and then using them to kill world leaders? " "that about the size of it." "Sh** that's all we need. any easy way to find who?" "Not unless we were on sight the next time it happened. Then we could trace the signal."

"great looks like were going to have to attend even more speeches...."

the rest of the day was spent briefing the security council. and doing all the other niggling little things I do when not directly saving the world or at least bits of it. That night I again slept and again dreamed.

(same place different view. My dream self's eyes are different some how. )

The castle of the enemy is shattered by the magic of our masters, We the kill teams make sure that know taint of them remains. I heft my great axe and move through the ruins of the keep. our masters magic stone have scoured it with metal and fire. there is no life to be seen.

(Ah so I'm one of the 'things' of the last dream. I have changed sides. ) I move towards the dungeon....

Written by FBH 11-28-2002 12:44 PM

I awoke with a slight feeling of disconnection.

the dream had ended before it should have I felt maybe something had happened it this dream world (there had to be something special about it I don't get dreams like that an certainly not twice) to cause this effect I would sleep again soon and see what was to be seen.

The Gernsback connection

I was bought out of my introspection by the sounding of my comm.

"mentality." I answered.

"Sir. were picking up a signal from Gernsback sir. Its addressed to us. "

"ok i'll be right up. " I got out of bed and put on my smart suit and shoes before going up to the command center.

The C&C is a converted cargo bay. It has big screens and consoles and so on. It is in other words a stereotypical command center.

I stepped through the door and moved over to the communications panel.

"ok play it."

audio only as normal.

"this is John Carter to elysium. I need your assistance. please come to the usual place as soon as possible. "

John is our agent on Gernsback. He's a mid rank member of the world science council and so he can feed us gear in exchange for technology and info.

His message is short but then his always are.

"ok ready the Shark for flight call the rest of the team together and tell them to meet me in hanger one. " there's nothing that's I have to do in the next few days. we have teams with scanners looking for crystal virus assassins and its not as if were the UNs only meta humans. I don't want to leave a John out in the cold. He's a good man. and he's done us a lot of favors.

The Shark is a converted trade fed troop ship. Converted into our runner vehicle with all the technology we bought back from our little dimensional tours.

we drop out of the bay and into the bleed. and where on our way to Gernsback.

Written by FBH 11-29-2002 10:36 AM

We hit orbit about 20 minates after we left. Dimensional travel is damn fast. once in orbit, (though still in the bleed) we prepared to teleport down to our meeting point of the surface.

Our meeting place is a wood in new york. We appeared in the normal whomp of air. And then all hell broke loose.

I got about two second of warning from my sixth sense. "its a trap." I screamed as I hit the dirt beams of mazers and partical beams reach for use.

we appear to have dropped into somthing.

Written by FBH 11-30-2002 08:41 AM

a half dozen of our attackers where down to non lethal hits (we couldn't kill these guys we had no idea who they where or why they were trying to take us out) but there were more appearing and I could see and sense tanks behind them.

"Portal get us out of here. " I mentally shouted.

"I 'm trying. there something interfering with my Dimension walking " He shouted back

"ELYSIUM. " came an amplified voice from the darkness. "THROW DOWN YOUR WEAPONS"

"what do you think?" I mentally asked the team."

"to get out of here we would have to kill most of them." Sara thought back. "ok. throw down you obvious weapons but make ready to hit them with you hidden stuff it they look like they have power suppressers" last thing I wanted was to end up dissected in some WSC lab.

"OK " I shouted. "WE SURRENDER."

Written by FBH 12-02-2002 11:40 AM

we surrendered our all weapons to the surrounding troops (at least they thought we did....) and stepped into a clearing. above which was parked (not surpassingly this is Gernsback) a zeppelin.

"Get in" the speaker a man in WSC uniform with sergeants rank tabs glared at us and pointed to a lift hanging from the air ships bottom.

after a silent acent and being frog marched through several rooms of the air ship we entered an office.

the guards stayed out side. people in the office were to confident for there own good, Normally I might have decided to show them who they were dealing with (yes I am an arrogant so and so) but I wanted to find out who these people where and how they knew about us.

the room ahd to occupants a man in WSC special task force uniform and a woman in a dark smart suit like the one I my self was wearing.

"D hopper" was the thought on every ones mind.

"Good day." the man said with a slight american accent " I under stand you are elysium. I have several things I would like to discuss with you. "

Written by Slayven 12-12-2002 01:31 PM

Slayven stood on the edge of the roof. Looking down the eighty stories of the skyscraper. It was easy getting past the rent-a-cops, like most people they were self involve and doesn't notice anything until it takes time away from thinking about themselves. He looked down into the abyss, he thought how easy it would be to push off. Too end his pain, his curse, his life. No one would exactly miss him, will his landlord and the various bill collectors will miss him because thye won't recieve their monthly pund of flesh. But they will just write him off, just like everyone else. He just sighed and sat on the edge.

Written by FBH 12-17-2002 10:19 AM

there were two people in the office, on was most definatly a native of this world, the other definatly wasn't. People on gernsback don't have that number of bio mods and cybernetics. the gernsback native was an almost a sterotype, a square jawed weathered (but still fairly handsom) man in his mid fortys. The only spoiling his kinball kinerson(1) appearence was a pair of very large round glasses.

The D hopper was a woman of uncertain nationality, uncertain cause she had camo pattern skin and hair.I could sense dozens of cyber implants and bio mods moving under her skin in an almost ceaseless dance, for ever ready for conflict.

The man spoke. "greetings, elysium. I'm sorry or welcome was less than stellar but my associate. he glanced at the woman insisted."

the woman smiled. " well I don't like your politics much so I thought I'd shake you up a bit."

I sighed "ok. now the plessentrys are out of the way, why are we here?" the man replyed.

"well. you have the reputations as a hero. and we need a group of super humans on short notice. "

"then why didn't your lady friend just hire some?" I asked.

"we don't really trust mercenarys. let me tell you the details"

the surface of one wall folded up to reveal a video screen on it was a large chart of the solar system just beyond pluto a red dot glowed.

"three months ago an object was detected moving in from outside the system, it appears to be under some kind of thrust and is exibiting a constant accelaration. We therefore belive it is an alien ship. "

"and you want us to investigate it."

"yes. "

"why not send your own team?"

"we did they didn't come back. "

"Great. So whats in it for us?"

"the thrill of adventure?"

"got to do better than that."

"how about ulimited acess to any technology you wish to bring across to your world from ours."

I considered for only a few moments.

"we'll do it."

(1) its a lensman thing.

Written by Jessie 12-21-2002 05:23 PM

Pressing his legs against the wall, Jessie's TTK quickly dismantled concrete and created a small hole, enough for his shrunkes body to crawl inside the bar. He had concentrated his mass into the form of a wasp, easily weaving through the New York streets without drawing so much as a breath of attention upon himself. Fortunate for him, since his best bet for catching the escaped Immortal lay in surprise, less he disappear before he could complete his business.

Unfortunately, however, that meant his specialty swords had to be brought personally by Jacob (or is it Jason? Damn!). His Immortal aide traveled slower than he, but it didn't matter much. Even without extraneous weapons, he could still form items through his shapeshifting ability. And his TTK ensured they would be more durable than most natural materials.

As he crawled down the wall, he extended his telekinetic field along the floors and the ceilings, crushing every hidden camera he was able to locate. Even with this modicum of privacy, he took the form of Methos (Highlander), unwilling to allow his true identity the chance to be discovered.

"You're getting sloppy, chump. This $5 million reward is getting all types of people around the state to keep an eye out for you. It won't be long before you make a mistake that'll get you brought in.

And then you're going to have to face me."

A squeaky door drew attention from his monologue.

More investigators had come, trying to see if they could find any other clues to link this death and... something else.

In moments, Jessie had dispelled his body into fog, slowly trailing along the ground as the detectives and coroner came into the bar room. As they set the gurney, he resolidified behind them, this time in the guise of Ramz, the sole reason of the manhunt he had created.

Smiling, he pulled a sword from his back, an exact replica of his opponent's. He made easy work of the five, his speed and strength neatly separating their heads from their bodies. Re-absorbing the 'sword' into his arm, he sent his fist crashing down into the coroner's back, easily passing through bone and flesh as he broke into the concrete flooring. It only took a small field to keep any blood from dirtying his hands or clothing.

The motion was repeated on the rest of the corpses, the hideous marks of the brutality that had begun to accumulate within him as soon as his powers developed. And the horrible fact was: it hadn't eaten away at his consience. Day by day, he was strangely complacent with the violence he dealt out to others, whether the killings in pursuit of Ramz, or the people he nearly beat to death in order to recruit them into his army.

"You can't run forever."

Written by Jessie 12-29-2002 01:16 AM

Jessie sat before the main desk of the police station, listening to the incoming calls, waiting to see the reaction when the cops heard the latest news about the coroner workers and detectives who'd been killed at an earlier crime scene. It had been over an hour, but he'd managed to steal away a few donuts to occupy his time.

The call came in. The agents failed to report back to the coroner's office, and they weren't answering there calls. A rookie had been unfortunate enough to answer the call to check things out. His breakfast not-so-neatly decorated the countertop.

Things weren't looking good at all. The NYPD and FBI now had a cop killer on their hands, as well as a mass murderer wanted in several states. It it were all linked back to Ramz, God help him.

But then again, it was more or less what Jessie had planned for the fellow, to lure him out of hiding.

He smiled, confidently, that Ramz would be brought in soon. The boost in reward money helped matters greatly - it had already enticed a few superhumans to take up bounty hunting. Unfortunately, most of those idiots were in the wrong state.

Jess slipped his cell out of his pocket and begun dialing. Quietly, he arranged some business with his Immortal assistant, Jason.

"I need you to do a little research for me.

"Try and find out the powers of every superhuman who's trying for the bounty. Mm-hmm. Get their names, if possible. Then find out some more personal details about them. I think it might benefit us in the future.

"Yeah..... in case we need more "victims". That too."

Everything was falling into place rather well. All that was missing was Ramz, the star attraction. The carnage he'd wrought had made for a terrific backdrop, in turning a semi-vigilante into one of the most wanted criminals America had ever seen.

And they did see the man. Or, at least, a perfect facsimile. It didn't make any difference, not at this point.

Written by FBH 01-04-2003 09:32 AM

report from elysium to oversight comitte regarding are unfortunate abesence. part two.

the trip out to the alien object was pretty quite. actually the hole bussiness was pretty quite. the ship was dead except for an auto defence system we managed to blow of with our ships weapons without taking damage.

The crew had apparantly died. unfortunatly after docking the ship AI decided that we hostile sealed us in and woke up heaps of security bots. It tooks us about a week to disable them all.

we gave the ship to the WSC after I used telemechanics to get the blue prints.

R&Ds still looking them over.

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