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| Chadwick | Jul 18 2011, 05:14 PM Post #1 |
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The intrinsic Chaos of the universe and life had always gnawed and ravaged Chadwick's mind. Yes, he searched for purpose and order and structure in his life like any other sane, sentient being, but the entropy and randomness of life had always been right at his doorstep, and unlike other beings, Chadwick could not close the shutters, blind himself to the horrible possibilities that an infinite universe had in store for him, for everyone. In their brief time together, before the accident, Keroth had taught Chadwick control, how to harness all his unspoken fury into raw potential. Even now Chadwick lacked the words to express his horror of the multiverse, and all he could do was get angry, like a simple child. Perhaps that was what had brought him to Yadrat, home to the masters of time and space, master manipulators. Did he seek answers? Maybe. But a shadow plagued his mind as well, burrowing deep into places that had been untouched in the last half year, healing, he thought, until the message from it had roused him from his training in such an unpleasant way. Tearing at his mind. Now all he could find were more questions, more horror, and more examples of the darkness of intellect The Prapra Hamlet sit shining in the hospitable blue desert, a beacon of civilization a piece, a rare exception to the evils that conglomeration bring in weaker species. The spaceport was crowded with tourist, some of the galaxies finest, and some of its worst, all seeking instruction from the Yadritians. Fighting was forbidden, and those who came sought to learn, so the power gained here would be used to destroy each other elsewhere. It would be a shame to mar the beauty of the city anyway. Nevertheless, Chadwick could sense the tension of the cresting crowds as he pushed he way though a crowded marketplace. The Yadriatian's perfect order was a rare exception in civilization in that it did not excavate freedom from its citizens to pay the cost. Every individual lived and died with the same opportunities as the next in this society, and equality was both given, and afforded to the masses. Yadritian Peacekeepers flew overhead, and Chadwick could sense the caged beasts lash out in every foreigner in the crowd. They were forced to comply with Yadriatian law, and most should be happy in this veritable utopia. But most were not Yadriatian. It seemed in them was the rare capacity for true altruism that lacked in other races, and it was nearly as well known as their potential for manipulation. For all their peace, The race still defended itself quite effectively, and shepherded their guests like so many sheep through their training mechanisms. The efficient control they placed over their guests played more like a fascist state than a utopian society, and Chadwick could only wonder if this controlling mentality could spread to the rest of the sparsely settled planet. He could only think of Capsule Corp, and its Galaxy spanning influence, and he wondered if the Yadritians were capable of such evil. Not long after Chadwick had left Australia, he had learned, much to his chagrin, that the entirely of his continent was utilized for the efficient production needs of the human and AnthroAnimal races. His people, where they had not been massacred, had been sent to Australia as prisoners, to maintain the cold metallic machinery that kept Earth's countless billions clothed and fed. Capsule Corp has forged order from Chaos. Redirected nature's man dwarfing forces in a mechanism for man's advancement, but at a cost. Apart from those at the highest echelons, individuality was deeply discouraged. If one of Capsule Corp's Finely Shaped Gears did not fit within their machinery, so the logic goes, everything might fall apart. So there was fascism, much as there was fascism, even in small doses, on this planet, or any planet, for that matter, that Chadwick had been to that claimed to be part of a greater galactic society. Strong men and Women impressing their will on the masses to create forward marching progress. 'Bah' Chadwick thought, head swimming in dark thought as he fought through the crowd. He had not come here to expound on the evils of society. The Yadritians were peaceful by any measure. Perhaps they even did good, whatever that meant. It didn't matter. A small dust storm began to roll over the city, blowing through the crowded streets and swept the inhabitants into nearby shops and shelter. Chadwick pulled up his cloak and ducked into a small shop. A small pain in his mind let him know it was the right one. The interior was dark, lit only by the faint, ebbing light of luminescent crystals, placed intermittently on crowded wall, hung with ancient relics of a bygone Yadritian era. The air was filled with the scent of stale potpourri, intermingled with caustic smoke. But somehow, there was more. Chadwick's eyes had instinctively avoided the rooms center. It was a void in his mind's eye, but in reality, a Yadritian in its natural form sat there. Well. Sat isn't right. The Yadritian in it natural form more exists that anything else, an organic anchor pulling threads of time and space together like a weaver works thread. Chadwick was familiar with this disruption. His mastery of instant transmission had taught him that much. Most Yadritians masked their temporal disruptions and appearance, but this particular being was scrying deep into unknown sea of possibilities and exacting nuggets of truth. The disruption oscillated and reformed into the small, meek form of a Yadritian. "You Came" Its whiskers wriggled as it said this, a polite display of amiable body language, produced by the Yadritian for Chadwick's benefit alone. It had called Chadwick 3 days prior. Its intrusion into his mind had been nothing short of rape, and though Chadwick knew of its good intentions, he could still feel the wounds the meeting had inflicted on his mind. But the images he had been shown were horrific. The Yadritians were masters of time and space, but their ability to interface with distant minds was crude at best, and only the most base and savage of imagery had permeated the great space between Earth and Yadrat. Images of Yadratians in their veiled forms, mutilated and tortured by a rogue red ribbon mastermind that sought the Yadritian's secrets, by way of dissection. Concern crossed Chadwicks face as he visibly withdrew from the approaching alien, a kneejerk reaction. The being had left wounds in his mind, and no small amount of fear crept up into him as he stood so close to what had caused it. "I couldn't forget what you showed me" Chadwick collected himself and stood tall. He knew the alien had meant no harm, but why him? The alien face filled with creases, a familiar display of concern. "Chadwick" Its ethereal voice pierced the air, surrounding the Imp on all sides. Its eyes were dark and sunk into its skull. Was this its desired appearance? Or a side effect of the hard-fought Scrying? It took another step towards Chadwick, and reached out a hand. Chadwick could feel the wounds from their first encounter heal. "I apologize for the crudeness of my first message." It stared at Chadwick, expectantly. "Uh, I guess it's ok. But why? Why did you call me, why did you show me all that pain?" Had the Yadritian not just healed him, the gratification of asking that question to his assailant may have. "Only you Chadwick, can stop him. We have seen it." urgency gripped the small beings voice. "We need you to be here, to find him, to stop the pain!" All the images of the pain, the mutilations the horror played in Chadwick's mind as he fell into a dumb stupor. His anger ignited, and melted away the images, leaving only the laughing face of the Red Ribbon scientist. Chadwick's face steeled as he stared at the Yadritian. "Tell me. Tell me where to find him and I'll stop the suffering" a small bit of hesitancy filled Chadwick before he stuffed it back down "And I'll kill that pustule of a man!" If Chadwick's passion relieved the Alien, it did not show it. Calm and measured, it gestured for Chadwick to follow it into a back room. "You may call me As-dric" It was apparent upon entering that this room was where this Yadritian accomplished it's business. Filing cabinets lined the walls, and a desk with a data terminal sat in the corner. This room was well lit with Earthen light bulbs. For all its mysticism and scrying, Chadwick could appreciate that the creature had some measure of practicality familiar to the Imp. As-dric enlarged the screen on his terminal, filling the clear wall like a projection. Interacting with the image with his hands, a Dossier on the man Chadwick had seen laughing so maniacally was pulled up. "This is Charles O'Brian, one of the most brilliant minds of the Red Ribbon Army, and also, one of its most deranged" Chadwick nodded, and his eyes zeroed in, try to get some read of this man based on the picture alone. The dull emotionless picture captured a man in his late 30s, with a butter face, brown hair, and brown eyes. There was none of the fury, the madness that had filled the face of the man in his visions. Cruelty had animated his every feature. This still frame was boring. "He is located in the Esahu Desert, this part I am sure of. I have sensed his evil. You will go and put an end to it. I have seen it" Those words left the Alien's mouth with strength and confidence, sending shivers down Chadwick's spine as he considered the ramifications of predestination. Seeing Imp's head practically spin with the possibilities, Ad-dric was quick to clarify. "This is but one of the timelines that may splinter from ours. Your victory, however, is the only one I have seen where Doctor O'Brian does not manage to share the secrets of the Yadritian's sacred abilities with all of his ilk. I have seen futures, futures in which Red Ribbon Integrates our abilities into machines, machines and androids that move through time and space as easily as you breath, Chadwick. You can fail. But you mustn't" Chadwick sat awed in the moment. Fate, providence, whatever that damandable force that had brought him here, to this moment, demanded his action. "I will not let you down!" - Chadwick felt sick. The beginnings of anger and anxiousness worked him over, blending in the pits of his stomach into an awkward half formed rage towards Doctor O'Brian and his work. The night air rushed passed him as he sailed towards his destiny. Tonight was jiop bug mating season, and they littered the night sky, flitting about searching for a constant companion for their 1 hour life. More often than not Chawick found himself picking bugs out of his face and hair as he fought through the miasma of bugs to his destination. O'Brian had set up base in a remote location, but close enough to snatch up stragglers from the Eashu Desert's sprawling suburbs. As Chadwick flew, the blue desert ground began to become more and more rocky as he approached the Eashu Deserts' great Mountain range. Deeply imbedded in its rock was the Doctor. Chadwick landed in a narrow fissure imbedded in the mountain's base. As-dric had tried to tell him how to enter then base discreetly, and it seemed that this fissure was easiest way for someone of Chadwick's size and stature to approach the base. Chadwick muttered a slew of swears as he scrapped through the tiny passage that in some places threatened to trap Chadwick had he not been given advance notice of its form by the Yadritian. 'What the hell am I doing here' he found himself thinking again. Had the images that he had seen not been so convincing, this all could be a scheme to get Chadwick alone and harvest his organs. Or kidnap the imp like all the other Yadritian's. Chadwick Shuddered. Maybe this is how The doctor suckered all his targets in. The Hero of Destiny seemed like enough of an ego boosting title to drag most out here... As Chadwick allowed his faith to waver in a moment of self gratification and survival instinct, he reached the narrow end of the chasm. In a small clearing surrounded by sheer rock sat an unassuming mud hut. Surrounding the hut stood large men in bulky armor. "Well shit" Chadwick muttered, ducking back into the chasm to weigh his options. They had not come after him, and no apparent trap had be set. He rustled around him his pack, grabbing hold of his scouter. Placing it on he read the power levels of the two guards. They were no more than low class warriors. With all the fury of a Blue Sandstorm, Chadwick charged out of the fissure and sent the first guard he encounter flying into the hard, canyon wall. With a sickening crack, Chadwick was assured the overly large Bruttii lay incapacitated. Now 3 guards stood surrounding The imp. Wasting no time, Chadwick removed his robe and revealed the bunny suit that lay beneath, sending a wave of absurdity that rolled through each and every mercenary. "Watch it bunny foo foo" chuckled a changeling mercenary. Its hand outstretched, charging a ball of ki. "One false move and we'll send you packing down the bunny trail, you little fucker. Why don't you come with us like a good little rabbit?" Chadwick balance his weight, and made a quick dash towards the changeling, rolling under It's incoming ki blast. From behind, Chadwick could hear it impact with the Durian merc, filling the air with the stench of cooling flesh. Bringing his arms up to bear, Chadwick flexed his forearms, activating the firing mechanisms in his modified S.M. DRN-001 Hand Cannons, then lept off the now writhing body of the changeling, onto the canyon wall to push off with deadly force, barreling towards the remaining Vanitian merc to deliver a devastating knockout punch. Chadwick stumbled to a landing after wiping the beauty off the Vanitian's face. Now only the Doctor remained, so he hoped. In a fury Chawick barged into the home. It was small, and unassuming. Rage pounding through his veins, Chadwick tore the place to pieces, looking for any secret passage. It was not until he tore open the floorboards that he found it, and the cowering doctor beneath. Yadritian's in stasis tubes line the walls, while others still sat on dissection tables. Dr. O'Brian had fear in his eyes, none of the firey madness that Chadwick had seen in the vision. He was a pale shadow of a man in the face of his better. Chadwick delivered a air robbing punch to the man's paunch and hauled him off, along with his research data, to As-Dric. The Doctor would be tried as a war criminal, and Chadwick hailed as a hero. |
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| Chadwick | Jul 18 2011, 05:17 PM Post #2 |
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5 day quest, 1000 wpd reduced to half by henchmen, total word count, 2518 [495 Exp 250z + 200z from racial] |
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| Chadwick | Jul 18 2011, 05:31 PM Post #3 |
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Proposed Custom ability Chadwick's Mettle of the Underdog: Constant skill Restricted x1 CONSTANT - You may only play this if your opponent's maximum power level is more than 2x yours. Your opponent's advance physical attacks do a maximum of 4 power stages of damage. Once per combat, if an effect would cause you to remove a constant skill from play, you may lose 3 health to negate the effect. Edited by Chadwick, Jul 18 2011, 10:15 PM.
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