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| Plan 9 From Outer Space; [Riva, Ed Later] | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 22 2012, 01:17 AM (444 Views) | |
| Spiral | Aug 22 2012, 01:17 AM Post #1 |
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Teleportation, Probability Warping, Clone Enhancements
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May 28th Once all the fighting starts <The fleet is under attack!>* <Copy. Rerouting Patrol Ship Gar'osh to Sky Battalion Six. Notify the Shock Team that we're deploying into Active Combat in... Five Microcycles.> <Understood.> The Copilot stood from his seat in the cockpit of the large-ish Skrull patrol cab, moving into the rear passenger compartment to notify the others aboard, the wily probability bending powers of the sorceress in their midst making it utterly inconceivable for him to see her. White specks bloomed in the psychadelic dim of the cockpits interior as she shimmered back into existence, looking around before turning to face the pilots seat, where she casually strutted towards. Victor wasn't interested in fighting. She wasn't entirely sure he was complacent so much as apathetic, and so she'd left him to his own devices, coming to watch the fireworks here in New York, which she knew in her gut would be a veritable playground now that things were moving. How she knew they were moving, of course, was a story for another day, suffice it to say that the woman with six thumbs and eighteen fingers had each of those fingers set squarely in a different pie. In other words, she just did, okay? And the chance to harvest some skrull booty (of the technological variety, don't be gross) was irresistible to her. And so, she sat calmly in the copilot's seat, kicking her fuzzy white boots up on the dash. "I don't know how to fly this thing." The Skrull next to her nodded before looking to her and recoiling with a shout. "DA FROCK!?" He shouted, scrambling for his pistol and firing a round. But before he pulled the trigger, she was gone, the phasic bolt striking against a cluster of instrumentation, the destruction of which sent alarms blaring in the cockpit. Spirals head emerged just out of his field of view, arcing around to look him in the eye. "That looked really really important." And important it was. Whether by sheer force of luck or a pre-mapped plan, the stabilizer fluid that kept these futuristic things from spinning like a flywheel through the air was now being purged from its pumps, and the craft began to lilt to one side as it careened down into a valley of buildings, sending all inside pressed against the exterior hull. Spiral, however, had always wanted to be a cowboy. Appearing on the outside, she grabbed on to what might have been an antenna for communication or perhaps the ground for some crazy electrical weapon. She waved a set of arms in the air as she held on, spinning maddly towards the ground. And just as the ship crashed against the cars and asphalt, she vanished again, backflipping into existence just at the end of the furrow it had dug into the ground in the middle of the street. "That was pretty clean." She said. "Gon' have me some fun. Gon' have me some fun." Her helmet appeared atop her head and a massive plasma canon, which she'd dubbed The Birdie in honor and reverence to its previous owner, appeared in her arms. "Come on, come on. That was soft, you know you want me." The back hatch of the ship opened, the Skrulls inside pouring out, barking to the few civilians who were scrambling around as a result of the chaos. Citizenry began to attack her. She popped around, dodging punches and bats and the occasional pyrokinetic thunderball. They were in Mutant Town, after all. --- *-translated from Cabbage People Language |
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| Riva | Sep 3 2012, 04:41 AM Post #2 |
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Riva couldn’t describe it, but a sudden tension filled the air. An angry buzzing surfaced through her placated thoughts and musings, little pinpricks of discord slowly spreading into gaping holes and revealing a red hot ire that burned up whatever she’d been preoccupied with like paper. Something was wrong, definitely wrong, and along with that inexplicable anger came a knot of uncertainty. Why was she feeling like this? She was fine a moment ago... But it wasn’t until a streamlined Skrull cruiser screamed overhead in a too-low sweep, trailing smoke and sparks from failing engines, that Riva finally put two and two together. The alien craft crashed into the streets, churning up parked cars and asphalt, the oblivious people on the crosswalks suddenly tossed into the air. They floated unharmed, however, cradled in a telekinetic net out of harm’s way until the golden sparks flickered out of existence and Riva dropped them to safety. Fast thinking, but she wasted no time congratulating herself, the Cajun running toward the wreck. Somewhere, unseen among the congestion of buildings at street level, other explosions sounded, and the skies suddenly roiled and came to life as the Skrull armada mobilized against an attack. The nerve of some people. Attacking their very own saviors. This was why they couldn’t have nice things. Hazel eyes focused on the ruined ship, the Skrulls inside mobilizing out onto the street and immediately giving orders to the civilians around them, directing all their attention and rage onto the strange multi-limbed woman, this breaker of peace. They were all more than happy to oblige their gracious rulers, but none more than Riva. The crowd rushed head first, throwing fists and kicks and anything they could their hands on at the traitor, the mass of angry bodies spilling out into the street and flailing vainly as the strange woman teleported in and out of existence, from one place to another, weaving through clumsy attacks. “Ow! God damn it!” Riva cried, a metal clang ringing upside her head as another civilian swung and missed with his pipe. If he had any intention of apologizing he didn’t get one, Riva flinging him across the street. Freaking assholes. This wasn’t a moshpit. But just as the Cajun was getting started with her fuming, there she was. The traitor. With that adrenaline running, Riva reacted as quickly as she could, shimmering telekinesis striking out at the other woman to hopefully hold her still, if that even worked on teleporters. “Y’ move too much,” she snarled, lunging forward with a mean right hook to that cloud colored head of hers but making very sure there was no freakishly strong energy behind it. The last thing Riva wanted was some gory explosion. |
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| Spiral | Sep 7 2012, 09:09 PM Post #3 |
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Teleportation, Probability Warping, Clone Enhancements
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"G'kllooo!" Spiral grunted as she felt something that wasn't there wrap around her, the Skrull in front of her falling into a pile of two neatly bisected halves. The clone felt her feet leave the ground, and try though she might, she couldn't get those arms stirring to kick up the quantum phase momentum she needed to move. There was a bit left inside of her though, winding down but still present. It'd serve in a pinch. When she turned her head to the oncoming assailant, she felt before it hit her, that punching drive of a haymaker sending her head wipping one way and then back the other, sending her head dropping and swaying for a moment while her brain caught up with the digital processing of her half-organic eyes. "Ooooowch." She said, blinkingly, a bit of blood streaming out of her nose. "The heck you got in tha' hand, the theventh Harry Potter book?" Channeling that force back into the omniverse she blinked away, reappearing in true time and existence on a folding lamp post just a few yards away, wiping blood from her face and grinning at the woman. "Actually, judging from your complexion I'ma bet you're more uv a Thtephanie Meyerth fan. Don't worry. I'm totally Team Edward." She swung off under the lamp post by her cybernetic hands, leaving the others free to twist and pluck at the strings that controlled all things, landing her out of the air and immediately onto a car behind her, four arms casting out and firing beams of golden force at the woman. "You thould thtop attacking me though. I'm a God and the Thkrull are trying to enthlave you. Do you have a kleeneckth?" She looked around as several of the populace began to pull at their collars, some even going so far as to throw themselves on the ground before turning green and then gray. Other still looked like they were shaking off a cold. She felt a shudder in the spaces between spaces as the Comp Wave's effects began to die. "Oh good. Maybe we can be friendth." Then Spiral of the Bleeding Nose wondered just how long that stuff took to wear off. "Right? Theathe Fire?" |
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