NationStates Jolt Archive

outside of unicron:
unicron starts beating on the force field walls

I HUNGER! PUNY INSECTS THINK THEY CAN HOLD UNICRON? UNICRON SMASH TINY BUGS WALL
ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR
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inside:

they came into a large chamber. in the canter of it taking up half of the room is a giant spark (unicrons soul)

zero: big sucker

aniken: what did you expect? he's the size of a planet.

optimus tries to release an energy stream from his datavice towards the spark. the stream is blocked and bounces off of a spell diagram that appears and then disappears.

prime: as we thought, It's protected. however, I am getting more readings. their are not only protective seals, but containment seals as well.

luke: I can get a better understanding, though, not as good as a formulaic mage.(he studies his readings) it's like we feared. it's a deity of some sort. can't tell exactly how powerful. it could be a demigod, or it could be Fate's personal more personal puppets. all I can say is that it's fighting like hell to break these seals.

zero: that might be a good thing. god knows we can't cast spells much less take other peoples apart. but if we have a god disassembling it from the inside, then we may have a chance. all it needs is power.

Primeor to need to use less power. if we try to brute force it from the outside, it will have to divert power to fend us off.(they turn towards the spark)on my command 3...2...1

everyone attacks. the seals brighten up and vibrate but don't crack.

luke: no good. we need more power.

prime: falsus, would you consider temporarily contracting? contracts only last as long as you want them, or are worthy of them. after this is all said and done, you can choose to leave.

OOC: also provides a good way to learn about contracts. this is the sort of thing you have to experience first hand

"You've no idea what you're asking, Prime," the Borg replied. "If I go with you, the moment I regain contact with the Collective, we're all under contract! The new collective is like nothing that's ever been done before--we're all individuals and a collective at the same time! Are you absolutely certain that this thing can be reversed?"

As he spoke, the Borg turned his head from side to side. "Stand back," he said, "there's something we haven't tried yet. This whole thing is dependent upon an inertial frame of reference--and it's made to resist the infusion of energy. What happens if we exfuse instead? What if we freeze the walls around this thing, and break it off?"

The circular hand on his left arm telescoped inward, and the arm transformed. Gone was the graviton lens, and in its place was what looked like a hose nozzle. He pointed it at the floor at the base of the shield and...a stream of ice--frozen air--came out of it. Where it hit the floor, the air around the metal immediately froze, too.

"Tell me about your contract while we work on this, boys! We haven't got much time!"

As he spoke, the collective got back to him. His limbs seemed to stiffen slightly for a moment as the distraction went through him. It wasn't long before he got a status report on Starscream's activities.

Well...touche! he thought. If we can do it to them, why not have someone else do it to us?

In a moment, he took a vote and got a consensus. They had a plan. It wasn't quite the same plan as Prime and the boys, but it was a plan nonetheless.

"Prime," he said, "I just got back in touch with my people. You're on!"

"Don't try to apply your understanding of physics, it is flawed and the sunstone is impossible in many aspects. An inter-dimension transducer, a good guess for your understand but still so far from the truth."

"Yadda yadda yadda," Starscream said. "Has it occurred to you that I might not care about this sunstone of yours and whatever laws of physics this it represents? Stop insulting my intelligence--I know reality when it slaps me in the face, and I don't have to bore myself with every dirty little detail of it.

"All I want is to get out of this mess without getting anyone...else...killed--least of all myself. I knew from the start that this thing wasn't safe for the likes of me to handle, and nothing would make me happier than to never have to risk appearing to disrespect you again." The robot pointed at Captain John. "HE's the one who wants a favor," he said.

"Didn't you see it, it's already done." This time they spoke as one, and where Captain John was previously the size of around a pinhead, he was normal size again, his "pet" was not with him. It was like he was minature one moment and full size the next.

"Seeing as your such the pragmatist, we won't bore you with the why but you must take the sunstone and use it' unique powers to send Vira and her cronies far away. You will know everything about the sunstone and how to use it once you leave here. Should you complete the mission what you do with the stone, we leave it in your hands.

You and your people are perhaps 1 in a million, Starscream, do not forget what makes you the New Borg, It is because of you that Captain John has this chance to understand what unity is about.

Any questions before you go?"

He started to ask, "Why ME?" but, upon reflection, he found that this question had already been answered. It wasn't HIM, it was the New Borg. Primative as they must have seemed by these uberbeings' standard, something about the collective had struck them as...worth dealing with. No need to ask again.

There was, however, one other unresolved matter. Starscream looked at Captain John. The automaton's silence struck him as both unusual and amusing. He looked at the three beings who had spoken with him. He almost had to laugh. They reminded him of the three monkeys of Old Terran Lore: see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. He knew much better than to attempt to share this humor, however. As a warrior, he had far too much respect for what they could do.

"One final question: Captain John was not alone in his plight. I did not detect the others who had suffered his fate in the room when his cohorts met their fate. Far be it from me to act the hero, but...I am curious. What about them?"

"They have been returned to Normal-size, however they too are suffering the fate of the others. For the worst offenders there is nothing worse then being stranded on a planet with no real usable technology, transport or shelter where their rank in the corporation means nothing. Everyone in the end will get what they deserve.

As that is all, you and Captain John should go."

The bleached white existance they were in now started to fade back into reality, and there they were it was only Captain John, Starscream and Captain John's little slimy pet who wasn't with them. Everything was exactly as it had been when they had met "the three monkey's" except that there was no one else around.

Starscream could detect Captain John's full-sized ship, it was nearby, so did Captain John.

As promised however Starscream knew how to incorporate the sunstone into the current weapon or other systems inside the cube ships, and what more. He had been given information about a people called 'Novaens', on a planet called Nova (co-ordinates had been included.) That is where the sunstones come from, a planet in-habited by 2 races who have rather uniquely merged into one people.

"Was that what a dream, or did that really happen?" It seemed that the experience was just too weird for Captain John, while starscream could accept the reality of the situation, he just couldn't correlate what was happening against what was possible and so it was for him almost like a dream, where he wasn't sure if it was real or not.

Yet despite the power of it, Starscream would find (eventually) that neither he or Captain John would need the shields to prevent damage anymore.

"We have a job to do," Starscream said. "Quit your blubbering and get to work. Since your boss isn't here to threaten you, I relinquish my claim upon your enjoinment--unless you wish to become one with us for a while."

Without waiting for an answer, Starscream walked up to the sunstone. They said I'd know how to use this thing. Let's see if they were serious.

Every transformer has a space in its body to hold The Matrix of Leadership. In Decepticons, this space was normally unusable. Starscream found a use for it, though. He plugged in the sunstone and used it to enhance his powers.

"We need to get back to the others," he told Captain John. "Are you coming?"

As he spoke, he transformed into vehicle mode, opening his hood and offering his newfound compatriots space within his air-tight passenger compartment.

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OOC: I reserve the right to take certain liberties with this thing, and to pass it on to other characters...like, for instance...well, that would be telling, wouldn't it? :) :) :)

"I'm coming, Enjoinment seems the only logical step I can take, I can't go back, I can't man the ship by myself. I can only go forward

Captain John, or perhaps just John now as he was no longer a Captain of the ship meanwhile was stepping into Starscream's compartment lifting his 'pet', if you could call it a pet, with him.

"Alright, on to the future then..."

OOC: Hey' you have it and you know how to use it... They specifically said that you do with it is upto you.

With his enhanced powers, it only took Starscream one jump to get back to Cybertonian space. There was something reassuring about home, even though he could never go back to the planet of his birth.

Though he made the solar system, he was still quite a way from the action. He kept John occupied by giving him the information that had been promised in return for the sunstone. When they were done, the sale was completely legal.

It was quite a scene he came back to. Unicrom had all but completely transformed into robot mode, and was bashing on the containment wall that the allied forces were using to contain him. It was amusing, actually--something with Unicrom's vaunted processing power trying to smash its way through a subspace twister. Everyone with half a CPU cycle to spare knew that, to get out of a subspace twister, you didn't bash at the walls, you shot the emitters.

Didn't matter. Starscream had another plan in mind. If Vira was half the witch that everyone said she was, she was going to have no sense of humor whatsoever--and that would be what Starscream would use to draw her out. Unfortunately, this was not his forte--but he knew someone whose forte it was, and nobody had told him that he couldn't delegate. He got back aboard Prophet's Hope, let John off to visit and immediately linked up with Shrevel. In a moment, he had communicated his intentions.

Awesome! Shrevel sent. This is going to be a riot!

Glad you like it, Starscream replied, now do your stuff.

OK, Shrevel sent. I call this one the Plan of Immense Evil. Just think of the acronym--and besides, Unicrom could stand to lose a few pounds anyway!

In front of Unicrom's face appeared a giant hand...holding...a giant cream pie...

MMMMMMEGASPLAT!

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OOC: anything I want, huh??

OOC: Well, Technically "Should you complete the mission what you do with the stone, we leave it in your hands." So you've got to deal with Vira and that first but after that...

IC:

It was interesting to see for John as he analysed behaviour patterns, each individual was like a thread in a great big tapestry, some on their own didn't seem that they would make a difference but piling all the threads together interacting with each other in a way that brings them all together linking and contrasting together. It was as if the Mona Lisa was being put together right before his very eyes.

Even with his pet, and all the hive of activity he never thought he was useless, so unconnected and so ... so alone. He didn't have his ship, he didn't have his crew members but even then there was not that unity of purpose where all the cogs just worked.

His eyes, figuratively speaking of course, were opened and it was clear to him that he wanted to be apart of it. The 'payment' meant nothing, sunstone for all it's power meant nothing. Being enjoined into the New Borg would mean finally he had a home, a people that are more than "we work together on this ship." But real, honest to goodness compatriots, something that didn't seem to exist in TGM.

A young lady walked up to John. The smile on her face belied her vulcanoid features. Though her flesh was pale, and her body covered in strange mechanical implants, there was something disarming, almost charming, about her placid expression.

"I'm T'Konn of Borg," she said, "and I've been assigned to ensure that your stay here will be a pleasant one. We've prepared quarters for you, but we're not sure of your metabolic or psychological needs. After you've settled in, we can arrange for you to meet with some of the individuals aboard our ship, of your choosing. We recommend that, among these, you include Vox Populi, who is a collective individual--something unique to our culture. Your quarters are this way," she said, gesturing toward a hallway behind her, "and, if there's anything you or your companion need, do not hesitate to ask."

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As Unicrom wiped the whipped cream off of his eyes, a huge roll of paper towels appeared, again right in front of its face. The wrapper read:

Borg Brand Paper Towels

Nothing Absorbs Like the Borg

OOC: how can yall pop off posts one after the other like that?!? either you have less of a life than I have:p...or you don't have to deal with college:headbang:. btw, explain the pie thing:confused:

IC: Unicron was outraged he grabs the paper towles and wipes. you dare insult MEEEEEE! he begins banging harder suddenly the deathstar shoots off a shot at the seal. the ship it fires at manages to move out of the way in time by stretching the seal a little, but the shot hits the force field. the combination of these create small cracks in the seal.
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prime: very well.

he takes out his datavice and releases a stream from it. the energy starts circling falsus randomly until he is cocooned in it. time seems to slow down and eventually stop. it gets bright and soon the scenery changes (so you decide what the inside of his mind would look like). suddenly, a young girl with green hair looks upside down from on top falsus's head, scaring the hell out of him.

girl: helllloooooo (she jumps and flips down to the ground) weeeeeeee!... hi my name is tilly and I will be your contract adviser today yaaaaay! (she starts spinning in place.) time to learn! OK! your probably wondering what will happen when you contract. first, you connect to the main data server. this has all kinds of information. when you connect, what ever you need to know that is stored there you will know temporarily. if your reeeealy smart, you can know a lot of things at once, you might even remember it afterwards! isn't that super great! weeeeeeeee! (she starts spinning around again but now she is orbiting you) you also get your super special powers you have locked up inside let out and enhanced! as for your body (she appears in your face with and says in a creepy whisper,) you go boom. (she jumps back again and and gets supper excited) like this yaaaaaaaaay! (she shatters into millions of pixel-like energy points) then you do this! (she comes back together) now you will have a super special body! when you are hurt, you just lose energy! no more wounds! guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what! (falsus begins to say something but is immediately interrupted, increasing his slowly forming urge to shoot the annoying AI's face off) thats right! you qualify for the contract! yaaaa- oooopsy, a big big error has occurred (looking around, falsus can see very dim ghost like versions of every borg in the collective.) contacting system administration. while you wait, for your enjoyment, I will now do a little dance! (she starts doing a cutesy dance while cutesy music starts playing, much to the annoyance of falsus)...

OOC: The Pie thing:

It's simple. The sunstone lets Starscream alter reality any way he sees fit. So...he used his Borg networking hardware to hook up with Shrevel, an obnoxious comedian if ever there was one...and Shrevel then unleashed his Plan of Immense Evil (P.I.E.) on Unicrom. It's an old slapstick gag--hit someone in the face with a pie. Nothing could be simpler.

Certainly, the Borg Brand paper towels were a tad more complex. You'll see in a moment, heh heh. (Thanks for taking the bait.) :) :) :)

BTW, where did the Death Star come from?

And as to college: sorry, dude, I graduated more than twenty years ago. (I'll be turning 44 in a little over two weeks.) Bachelor of Science, Computer Science, Rochester Institute of Technology, 1985.

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IC:

Instead of just mopping things up, the towels stuck to everything they touched. They were very absorbent indeed! They stuck Unicrom's hands to his face, and began to absorb both.

The back side of the plastic wrapper floated by. On it, the words "You Were Warned" were plainly visible.

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Falsus looked at the ghostly images. He knew that he didn't see the image of every one of his compatriots--and that had been the plan. When Falsus had contacted the collective, they had decided to split in two. Most would remain at their former stations, while a few volunteers broke off and formed a subcollective with Falsus. That way, if something went wrong, the larger collective would have some chance of stepping in and restoring order.

He'd heard what was going on outside--how Unicrom had been hit with a slapstick pie, and that the giant robot wasn't happy about it. But he understood what Starscream was doing. If the Borg could make defeating Unicrom look like a playground prank, the robot's overlord might just be tempted to come to this universe to find out why. He just might establish himself as a possible legitimate threat. It was good thinking.

Most people thought that the Borg were super strong. This was not so with Falsus. He couldn't break Dilithium with his bare hands--but he was exceptionally quick and exceptionally fast, even for a Borg. He was also heavily trained in martial arts, and this gave him an uncanny sense of balance. Thus it was that, when the walls around them started to vibrate as Unicrom shook in anger, and the motion jarred Tilly to the point where she lost her balance, Falsus was able to catch her before she hit the ground.

He grinned. For Falsus, this was unusual. "Next time," he said, "we should play some music and dance together."

Damn this uncertainty, I just don't handle it well

Whatever John was, in the end he was basically, reduced to simplest terms a robot, reliant on what his programming told him. Of course his programming was much more complex, mimicing human memory, reactions, behavior and to a point emotions or "internal motivation", as his user manual termed (which co-incidently was many thousands of light years away.

So after he. or perhaps more accurately his programming, decided he let her know.

"Okay, I will speak with Vox Populi, and perhaps the captain of this ship."

"As for requirements, I am fine with my power needs however aproximately every 3 months I need to re-fill my nutrient reserviour to keep my skin alive. Made up of the the usual proteins, vitamins, carbohydrates and of course oxygen and water, the oxygen is usually mixed in just before it leaves the reserviour."

The only Borg that he knew was Starscream and he was busy doing something, what he had no idea but this was all the wrong way around, it should be him doing something....

For John there was no precident for this, his whole world had turned upside down and fr now he was just trying to make sense of it all.

OOC: actually, you can't feel the shaking of unicron. time is moving very slow for you. if you felt it, it was before you met tilly. your in the sanctuary of your mind. you get to decide what it looks like
I wasn't reay planing on bringing vira into this in person. I guess I could figure out a way to do so at one point...maybe. it would be dificult to do without messing up a few things. perhaps if they were on the sidelines for a while or something...
wow, 44? I didn't know that full fledged adults used the interbut for recreation. then again, my parents still can't figure out cut, copy, and paste:rolleyes: soooo.

IC:

tilly: admin contacted yaaaaay! tootles! (she disappears)

Ross appears.

Ross: First let me apoligize for the behavior of that AI. it's not supposed to be in the system yet.( under breath: I should really look into that quick before the thing fully forms it's personality and forms a soul). this also brings to my attention the fact that having a random contract assistant may be a problem. maybe I should stick to having assistants be non AI. when I get my hand on the person responsible for uploading her too early, their going to have an nice surprise in their assignment list... hehe ever have to do the paperwork for trading with telitubies? the stupid things have the IQ of a lump of rock. their entire paperwork system relies on homemade pictographs for crying out loud. (also means I don't have to deal with their retardedness hehehe)...

oh right! sorry I got distracted. my name is Ross. I am the one in charge of this whole contract thing... I can see that your surprised by my young age. trust me when I tell you that I am older than 18,...though technically, thats not true... ah forget it. on to the contract...

OOC: Well...I write programs like that...

IC:

"How did you do that?" the AI asked. "This is your mind! You shouldn't be able to--!"

She disappeared before he could smile and explain to her that he was Falsus of Borg, and that it was just a small measure of how grounded in reality that he could be.

Still, if this was somehow inside his mind, Falsus reasoned, he should be able to exert some control over the scenery. He chose a place where respected negotiations were carried out and copied it. This was the High Council Chamber in the New Borg Asteroid Starship that was simply referred to as Home.

The walls were paneled in a dark marble, polished to shine, with small random crystalline patterns playing across the panels' surfaces. Around the panels, brown wooden tiles gave the appearance that they were held in place. H large dias--again, dark marble with veins of other rock--stood in the center of the room, with comfortable chairs around it and controls at intervals to allow their occupants to adjust lighting, temperature and what have you.

So this is the one they call "Ross," the Borg leader thought. He is easy to distract. I thought [i/]I[i] was high-strung. I wonder how he manages things.

"That's not a problem," he said. "I'm certain that I do not appear to be an 84-year-old human male, but I am. Implants and clean living have added to my years and given me an exuberance that belies my age.

"Please, sit down," he continued. "Make yourself comfortable."

OOC: oh ya! well I surf the internet and I...I... damn it. you win.

Ross: no need (he starts floating on his back) normal rules don't apply here for me, maybe for you cause it's your soul, but then again, it's your own rules your following whether you know it or not.

your also right. I am very unorganized. you look surprised. yaaaa, you should be careful what you think here. this is inside your mind after all. your words themselves are thoughts. that makes your thoughts thoughts of your thoughts or...er you get it. basically, the entirety of your being is laid out bare before me right now.

for example. I can tell that you like having control over your situation. the fact that you were even able to choose what your mind looks like, not to mention the fact that you chose an important and very familiar room. you also don't like things not making sense. the fact that this room shook even though time is effectively stopped for you proves that your still associating your current situation with that of your body.

I can even see how strong your emotions are. if you look real hard, you will see many copies of yourself each with their own room connected to here and a stream or connection of some sort connecting to you to them, each with different flows and amounts. in other words, you can see just how charitable, hateful, kind, cowerdly, brave ect. ect. you are.

if you are extreamly lucky, or unlucky, someday you may be able to return here and face your emotions. if you do good, you could unlock hidden powers and change yourself for the better. do bad, and your entire character could change for the worse.

now. what to do about your contract. your situation is very unique. it's almost as though I'm contracting another entire contract system. (begins pacing) the question is whether to do this on a more individual level or contract you as one entire being. truth is, contracting you on a macro scale makes me uncomfortable. it makes the entire race responsible for an individuals actions, whether it be positive or negative. but their are obvious reasons why the collective contract would be good as well. hmmmmm. ok I might need your help on this. how does your collective work exactly? is it like you can read everybody's mind at the same time, or is it more like you are one mind?

"You presume too much," Falsus said. The furniture disappeared. "The room was for your convenience, not mine. And, as for my emotions, we're actually on fairly good terms." The Borg smiled, and spread his arms. A hundred or more of him, all in different colors, like a rainbow, spread out for a moment, hands joined, then folded back into the original one.

"Finally, don't, for a moment, assume that I would be embarrassed that you can read my thoughts. I've lived in the collective for most of my life. There, shared thoughts are a fact of life--and you will notice that, in heeding the warning of my thoughts, there is opportunity for you to improve."

"Now, to answer your question: I really can't. It's like both, and neither, and it changes depending on your personal choice. The old collective was simpler. You were locked in the mind-grid. We're not like that anymore. Now, one can back out at any time, simply of one's own free will. There are individuals who live using the collective simply as a form of digital telepathy. I am one such. There are others, however, like Vox Populi, where the mind is, in fact, an aggregate. Finally, there are others who choose to drop out of the collective and live as individuals, not sharing their thoughts, for differing periods of time. I dropped out of the collective just before the battle with the Decepticons began, because I did not wish to share my misgivings with those whom I love. Vox Populi spoke to me about it, and convinced me that our support for each other outweighed any unease that I may have felt. I came back in--and knowing what my fellow Borg were feeling saved lives when my ship was hit.

"That's the general answer to the general question. You won't be contracting the entire New Borg Collective, however. A few volunteers have formed a subcollective, and you'll be contracting with that. As far as I am aware, this group is composed solely of individuals such as myself, and, when I saw the others appear in the data stream, I dropped out of the group temporarily. Right now, it's just you and me. This makes your job tougher in some ways, but easier in others. Because they are volunteers--individual volunteers--you can take it that each of them has consented to undergo the process. But we will be sharing it on a very intimate level. If it works, we can go on from there."

Ross grinned

Ross: your a tough one, you are. I wouldn't mind getting into a philosophy battle with you some time. I was only noting your insistence on practicality and reality. though, you are dropping that a little now. you seem to be getting the hang of are things are now. though, a bit of advice: don't let the fact that your emotions are stable now fol you. depending on the situation, one may try to take over and break you. especially if your here. (spins through the air armes crossed laying back)

also, I was not presuming that you were embarrassed, but informing you that I was, in a way, collective with you right now. more of a formality if you will. your comfort in having yourself open to reading makes things easy. normaly I have more background info on a contractee, but this is one of those rare cases where I don't.(goes upside down with legs crossed) sorry if I came off as insulting, I tend to have a bad habit of being blunt. your absolutely right about a need for improvement. everyday is a new day to grow as a person though.

in any case, calling yourself an individual with telepathic links that are controllable makes things easier. I, unfortunately, can't contract the others without someone using their datavice to initiate it. the whole idea of contracting through another person made me uncomfortable anyway. (lands and stands before you arms still crossed)

now before we end this, I seem to have lost contact with everyone so your first assignment as a contractee is to tell me what the f*** is going on over there...

Falsus relaxed his mind, let down his mental barriers. "I shut things down when I dropped out of the collective," he said. "Maybe I inadvertently trapped you here. Try now."

OOC: lol wut? I was asking what events happened because the stone was interfering with communication.:confused:

OOC: You should've made the source of the problem more clear. There was another explanation that suggested itself, too: the subspace twisters, with Unicrom, etc.'s prodding, opened up a bubble universe and Unicrom and the others were hanging out there. Ross couldn't get at it. (I'm just using this to point out the possibilities, not suggesting that it be made part of the story line.)

Without knowing that you wanted the sunstone to be the source of the problem, I couldn't help you.

Of course, Falsus knows little about the sunstone--only that Starscream and Shrevel are off having fun with it--and Starscream, while he can operate the sunstone, is not aware of some of its more, shall we say, subtle side-affects.

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IC:

Nothing happened.

"Well, it was worth a try," Falsus said. "Alright, Ross, if you really want me to do something for you, you'll have to let me go back to reality--I can't very well investigate things in here--and let me know the method you use to communicate. If I don't know how it works, I can't fix it."

OOC: seems there was a misunderstanding. he is not trapped, or having trouble with the contract. he is asking what happened after he lost communication due to the stone. he is asking now because this is the only way to communicate without coming himself. it's up to you how detailed you are about this and how much you actually know (such as whether you tell me about Peyton going missing and stuff, or even know about it for that matter) if you want, you can just say that you explain it without typing it word for word. also, I may not be able to post for a few days.

OOC:

Issues:

1) The communication loss. This is an unintended side-affect of the sunstone. Nobody knows that the sunstone is the cause, least of all Falsus. It would take Omigott and the Borg Engineering Guild to figure it out. Ergo, Falsus has to return to reality and get in contact with them. This assumes that Ross can allow such contact while remaining in direct contact with Falsus' mind. (It is understood that, since Starscream arrived AFTER Ross and Falsus started their little pow-wow, Prime and the Boys could contact Ross to start the pow-wow unimpeeded--at the time...)

2) Peyton's disappearance. Falsus knows about this, but he is not aware of Peyton's powers, and, thus, would not regard it as rising to the level where a report is needed. If someone could provide some information that he could use to determine that the one who started squaring off with Peyton was the same Petra (though he doesn't know that this is her name) whose hands he and Prophet's Hope burned away temporarily, there would be a breakthrough of reasoning--but, until that link is forged, there is neither reason nor motivation for him/them to start forging these conclusions.

3) Trapped. Never said that anybody was trapped. I offered a POSSIBLE EXPLANATION that Unicrom, etc. were trapped, but DIDN'T USE IT. File the explanation under "pipe dreams" in the "don't care" section. :) :) :)

Anything else I can help to clear up? Any more answers I can help with?
:) :) :)

OOC: I hope I didn't make anyone angry. I wasn't complaining, nor was I chastising anyone. I was merely attempting to provide legitimate answers to what I thought were legitimate questions.

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IC:

"As far as I know, as best I can tell, you must have lost contact about the time Starscream got back with that new toy of his," Falsus said. "He's keeping it pretty tightly-wrapped, too. Though he claims to be with us, he's broken into a subcollective with Shrevel. Shrevel's sense of humor is legendary. I'm sure they're giving Unicrom more of it than he can handle."

A giant squirtgun with a big sign on it appeared in front of Unicrom. "HERE! THIS'LL HELP!" it said. Then, it fired a huge stream of water right into Unicrom's face. "OOPS! MISSED!"

It disappeared again.

OOC: I'm just waiting for this "Time-stop" occurance to be over with so John can return to the action. Now, of course that he's lost his ship and Starscream has the sunstone. It's not like he can do much.. well for now at least.

OOC @GM: He would find Starscream quite willing to let him into the little gang of fools if he were to ask...

@WH: It seems that we're all waiting for you... :) :) :)

OOC: sorry about the long wait:). it has, in fact, been the week from hell:upyours::headbang: little sleep and 3 tests (two which were failed:headbang: ) preocupied me. I will try to post later tonight (time is now 7:49 fri 8th) unless watching movies and attending Super Nintendo parties sidetrack me;)

OOC: loss of contact started when GM first showed up with the mini stone. It was basically a lame excuse to keep me and vira out of the picture. I am currently considering taking them in all the way, but probably will not. thanks for waiting.

IC:

Ross: toy of his? now that you mention it, I can feel something even though I am only temporarily linked with you. actually, I feel a couple of things. needless to say I am very curious about exactly was is going on not to mention worried. one of them has that 'I control the cosmos. look how intimidating I am' feel to it that usually accompanies gods. if it is one, then it commands my immediate attention. it also might mean that you get to be the little bitch to a god for a while. congratulations. (a tired look comes over him) also means that I have ANOTHER god that I'm going to have to do the dirty work for. the other two feel familiar though.

(starts talking to self) it fells like... but it can't... unless..............THAT LITTLE BRAT! she went and did it again! how did she pull it off this time! (turns back to falsus)

my sister has taken to sneaking off on missions she is WAY to immature to handle. seems she went elaborate on me the little pest! ok, your first assignment is after you take care of whatever current mission you happen to be on, find a way to reestablish communication with me. I can't keep up this mind session forever. it actually is a very draining magic for me. your next task is to pick up my sister and send her with prime and the others. if the communication thing takes too long to pull off, switch priorities to getting my sister. you are temporary co-vice-captain of this mission with hotshot.

only thing left is for you to pledge to protect the innocent and use your power to help others. and to fight the forces of evil ect.ect. you hereby acknowledge that your contract is under me and my sisters control and can be revoked. you also hereby understand that unwilingness to use these powers for above purposes or misusing your power excessively, such as using it to gain unfair advantage over another, will encourage such a revocation. finaly you understand that complete betrayal or excesive acts of unforced evil will result in you being labeled an enemy regardless of past affiliation and that such enemy status can only be revoked by the high officials under me or by me and my sister ourselves.

do you pledge it.

Falsus snickered. "I thought that my first assignment was a status report," he said. "I'll take it, then, that you consider that assignment concluded.

"I affirm your oath. This, however, does not conclude our discussions.

"First, I've had the distinct privilege of watching Starscream grow as an individual and a member of the collective since we absorbed and upgraded him. I'll go so far as to vouch for the fact that, if this new godling that you sense is him, he won't abuse his power. The Starscream that I know is quite deliberate, and normally has a bloody damn good reason for everything he does.

"Second, though I value brevity, before I can carry out your--ahem--third assignment, I need more information: who is your sister, what is 'going elaborate' and how will my people and I be able to find her?"

Ross:I agree. I would like to talk more, at some other time, but telepathy is not my strong point. I much prefer manipulation of energy.

you raise a good point though. you don't know the first thing about her. (takes out datavice and brings forth a hologram of a six year old brown haired/eyed girl. falsus can't help but feel that he has seen her before.) this is my sister. as you can see, she is way to young for a situation of this magnitude. I approve of her going off on missions, but she really needs to start pacing herself. no need to scold her or anything when you see her. nor to tell her that I even know she ran off. I will hang off to the sidelines. I will have to keep a small portal between world haven and her open and stay near it just in case I have to get back quick. getting involved would either bring vira herself into the picture, or leave world haven open for her to attack.

a final word of advice before I go. tell starscream to be careful channeling that power. I don't doubt his responsibility, but I doubt he has had a chance to test the limits of his ability to channel power limits. with power, capacity is everything. unless gods have special plans for him, he is nothing more than a disposable puppet as far as fate is concerned. your best bet is to spread the power out amongst as many of you as possible. especialy through the more organic people of the borg. metal based life for some reason has difficulty with magic.

with that, I Ross P. Dugas acknowledge you falsus of the borgs of dimension NS, sub dimension DS, as a member of the inter dimensional alliance.

(everything whites out)

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falsuses feels like he is looking at his own body as it disintegrates and then comes back together as millions of tiny pieces. he is now standing on the ground again. a small light hovers in front of him. upon taking it, the light turns into a datavice. before his eyes, the plain looking gray device morphs in shape and color to become something more representative of falsus. on the screen, displays the emblem of the borg with a transparent symbol of whatever race he belonged to before in the background...

It was a little bit like being sent through a meat grinder. It dazed and staggered the tiny borg, to the point where his aim slipped, and the freeze beam strayed into the shielding around Unicrom's giant spark of life. In a moment, the shield compensated--and flared slightly, bringing Falsus' plan to an untimely and unsuccessful end.

He recovered instantly.

"Hotshot, your boss, Ross, had a few words with me. We're co-leaders now. And I know a few things about you now.

"Prime, get in touch with Perceptor. Get him to analyze the energies of those energy stones--particularly, interdimensional emissions.

"Hotshot, we're back to your plan. I'll contact Starscream and see if he can give us a bigger distraction. When I do, you're in charge of the attack."

In a moment, Falsus was back in the collective. Starscream responded promptly.

Not distracting enough, eh? Very well, then. Shrevel, you up to a real fight, or do I leave you here?

Are you kidding?

No, that's your department.

I wouldn't miss this for all the whoopie cushions on Risa!

We're on it, then. Starscream out.

"Hotshot," Falsus said, "it's a go!"

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"I am Commander Zell," said a rather tall enjoined Romulan, "and, as ranking officer, I am in command here, as well as on Emperor's Choice, until Commander Falsus returns to his ship." Something about her expression made her seem mildly annoyed. "You wished to speak with me, Captain John, so now you are. What...would you like to say?"

If there was such a thing as an elegant-looking Borg, Zell was it. Her Borg implants were all but hidden in a sleak, skin-tight leather body stocking, including a shiny hood that came up over most of her head, but allowed her pointed ears to show out of its sides. Except for a red glow that came from her left eye, and the light palor of her skin, one would almost have believed that she was still Romulan. To males of many species, she would have been quite enticing.

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All the props in and around Unicrom disappeared. In their stead, Starscream and Shrevel appeared in front of him, Shrevel's hand holding onto Starscream's huge right pinkie inger.

Slowly, without a great deal of fuss, the enjoined Tellarite extended his right hand. A stream of almost pure radiant heat came out of it and headed straight for Unicrom.

"I have a request... I would like to be on the bridge, Commander Zell"

While he had evaluated Commander Zell's attractiveness, noting it had a high rating, John simply discarded that information, it wasn't going to be helpful in this situation, he didn't want to sell Zell anything, she was in command and if there was nothing that computers did do well it was follow commands.

It wasn't like his entire situation had changed, objects in memory not deleted but de-referenced, structures becoming null.

And so the first thing .... CommandStructure.AddTopLevel(psnCmdrZell);

"Borg ships don't really have a bridge, as such, Captain," Zell replied. She clasped her hands behind her back, which accentuated her...front. Still, her tone was almost that of a teacher scolding a troublesome child. "Our interlink makes it...irrelevant. I'm sure we could patch you in, but it might require," she paused, communicating with the rest of the collective, "some slight alterations to your circuitry. If you like, I'll hand you over to our Top-Level Engineer, an enjoined Andorian by the name of Omigott, and he'll get you all set up. Pardon me a moment. I've got a small matter to tend to."

From its point on the three-sided pyramid of warped space that held Unicrom in place, Emperor's Choice spun and unleashed a barrage of multiple types of weapons fire on the Death Star that had recently fired at Q-Bert. The New Borg were going to make it clear that they would return fire on any who engaged in the distasteful task of shooting at them.

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OOC: Doubt it'll get through the Death Star's shielding...but it sends a message.

"Yes, Thank you, Where is this Borg?" he asked expecting to be directed to a location "I want to be enjoined so... alteration of my circuitry is going to be necessary either way."

Zell raised her eyebrows for a moment, then lowered them. "He...will...arrive presently," she said.

In a moment, Captain John could hear the sound of servomotors behind him as the engineer strode up to him.

He was tall--almost seven feet, from the look of it--and, though he had lost most of the bluish hue to his skin, something about him appeared ancient. Yet, his huge body seemed to all but exude energy and vitality. Completing the picture was a measured gate--a sign of humility--and a friendly smile.

"Ahh, Captain John," Omigott said. "Glad to meet you in person. I've heard good things about you. Is your...biological companion nearby?"

the group attacks as one on a single point. the stone in the meantime bounces around inside seemingly in a random way emitting random wavelengths of energy, however as it bounces around, certain symbols are created that cancel out part of the circles forming the barrier. as opposed to before, the symbols cancel out faster than the seal can recreate them. the seal cracks and then shatters. the stone ,with effort moves out of the spark, and begins to float down slowly.

zero(thought): what is it about this that bugs me so much?

prime: with this, we can reestablish contact with world haven, call reinforcements, and give a proper report as to what has happened.

it suddenly hits zero

zero: OPTIMUS! the path getting in was too easy!, as we got closer, their should have been at least the same amount of guards and defenses as the entrance, but they lessened as we got closer!

aniken: THE STONE!

aniken jumps for it but not before tenticals come down and wrap around all of them trapping them.

(orchestrated evil music starts playing)

megatron: HAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU FOOLS! (the stone tries to float to the nearest person but not before megatron grabs it. behind him are a couple of decepticons, sidious, HH starscream, and darth vader.) you have no idea how much trouble we have had with that thing, improperly sealed as it was. the restrictions on the seal unfortunately prevented us from getting in. for some time we have been forming a more prober spell for the main stone powering it using the incredible power of unicron himself. why did you think that your simple wedge seal contained him so long? that little fragment kept us from forming the spell properly. but now that it has been removed from the control of this bumbling monster and into the hands of someone more intelligent, we can finally capture the main stone.

HHstarscream:and whats more, you brought it right to us! your comrades are right outside of unicron within more than enough range! ( grabs the wrapped up falsus by the chin) to think that given the choice, I would associate myself with such imbeciles! I am disgusted!(roughly lets go)

megatron: now now starscream, the blame falls on the team captain. isn't that right brother.

prime: this isn't over megatron

megatron: oh but I think it is. once I attach this stone to my datavice, you won't stand a chance against me.
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as starscream and falsus attack, energy streams and spell diagrams start coming from unicron (they are many times more powerful than the ones that sucked up the mini stone. HH is prepared this time). they start to curl around starscream and try to seal him in a bubble of energy and magic circles. the power of the stone fights it, but can only slow the process

suddenly half of the tentacles let go and knock the stone across the room

chii (over datavice radio) : chii do good!

hotshot: bless that girl and her hacking abilities!...


chii:http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w87/inu_grl18/chii2-1.jpg

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a small portal opens on the outer edge of the system and Ross comes through it. the portal is very well masked.

Ross: well now. lets see what we have going on here. (closes eyes) hmmmm, prime, the boys, and my new contractee are in a bit of a tough spot. the god also is in a bit of a pickle. feels like it's pissed. hope it doesn't take offense to me hanging back like this. unless vira comes here, I can't risk getting too far away from home. not untill I work out those bugs in the system. can't have another takeover now can we?

now for peyton. I still can't believe she used a programed body to fool me into thinking she was playing in her room. I wonder what she did to fool the others? preahaps a fake transmission? lets see... were are you. !!!!!! GOD DAMIT! I was suspicious for a while, but this confirms it. Fate you BITCH!!! I mean come ON! she's just six years old! I wasn't doing high level battles like this till I was at least ten, geeze. at least start her off slow. even went so far as to provide her with her arch didn't you? like you care what I think. her counterbalance is weird too. whats the matter fate? me and vira not entertaining enough for you? ~sigh~ I guess this is something she has to do on her own ey. I will only step in if it gets critical...... assuming I even can step into a battle like this. shouldn't step into the unicron one either till it's completely hopeless. they need to go through hardships if they want to become stronger. can't even help them anyway unless she... well fuck. (he closes the portal) and disappears...

"Glad, it's positive..." he replied "but I am no longer a captain, so John will do just fine. As for my little friend, he's a Trash Slime, so probably making his way to the nearest garbage receptacle. They have some kind of psychic energy, a form of telepathy. So to be honest he's probably on his way here right now on his own."

And so he was, not that the Trash Slime was far away, but it had been called, and so it slithered it's way along the floor with no discernible senses, yet being aware of everything around it.

And, just as suddenly as he had been wrapped up, Falsus was free. The tentacles simply released him of their own accord. He brought is left hand, absorption tubules still extended, forward, and looked at the poor, weak alternative Starscream. "Please try to put your hand on me again," he growled. When we met in single combat, you lost.

Before anyone could move, he released a combination of borg shielding, graviton beam and encapsulated plasma charge on Megatron's upper body. The force of the blow jarred the small stone out of Megatron's grasp.

Falsus made no move to get it. Instead, while the others were distracted, he used the levitators in his thighs to move like lightning to the mess that ensnared Hotshot. A quick thrust of his left hand, and the tentacles that held the co-leader began to darken. As they did, the tentacles that had held Falsus reached out toward the alternative Megatron and his cohorts. They had been absorbed, and, though the affects of the New Borg Nanoprobes wore off after a few days, at that moment, they were under his control.

The ironic part of this was that he wasn't even trying to win. He knew that, the longer he could draw this out, the more powerful his Starscream would become. He was just biding his time and waiting for the artillery to finish the bombarment.

Starscream extended his arm, and a blast of his Null Ray, dramatically enhanced, streaked toward Unicrom. This was in addition to Shrevel, who continued to bombard the huge robot.

OOC: I'm fucking sick. no posts this weekend. will try to post asap, but it may not be till next weekend.

OOC: Fine. I'll be here.

OOC: I'll be here too,

OOC: thanks for waiting.
IC:

the shot that prophets hope fired raced at the deathstar hitting a corner. the blast had been wekened by a few week magical fields around the ship. sith, not being formulaic sorcerers, could not provide a beter shielding then that. however, the phisical armor of the enormus ship was some of the best. the shot onlybroke off a small chunk of the ship. then the deathstar returned fire...
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starscream suddenly jumped towards falsus and they began to fight.

prime: this fight is between you and me brother!

megatron: I wouldn't have it any other way prime!

sidious, vader, aniken, and luke circle one another.

vader: you could have been great. you could have commanded whole planets. you could have become me. instead, when Ross came, you joined him. you fool.

aniken: I also could have lost most of my body and my wife as well.

vader: what are they in comparison to absolut power? to think I could have been so week as to choose a woman and two whining pieces of garbage over power.

luke: well I feel better now. that proves that vira really took everything. the vader I knew, my real father, was filled with regret at the end. you are nothing compared to him.

sidious: and you are nothing compared to me, boy! (creapy weazy laugh) you had to have that traitor save you, but you could never take me on alone! (takes out light saber) you should have joined the dark side when you had the chance!

the four fight. meanwhile, zero has his hands full with the tenticals that have not been haked or obsorbed, as well as the ones chii and falsus were starting to loose control over...

Ross watched (at a significant distance)as shervel and the enjoined starscream struggled with the magical tendrils of energy that were surounding him. he was rather impressed that he was managing to fight off the magic AND deliver a few blows to unicron (though the magic was slowly winning and had already progressed to the point of blocking their escape). had unicron been smarter, he would have realized that he had been more insulted by the pie and paper towel prank than the seal. he also would have realized that his original objective was right in front of him. and that by geting the INCREDIBLE source of power in front of him, he would ba able to get out of the seal quicker. this stupidity was amusing. stupid people were always amusing.

Ross laid back nonchalant, seemingly unconcerned about his surroundings. and pondered his options.

Ross: well, first off, I could go stop THAT little problem, though, I doubte I would suceed or get their in time for that matter. then I could help with the little problem in stupids here's inards. but I probobly shouldn't unless they realy need it. finaly, I could help starscream and that other borg there out of the situation they are in. looks like these borg guys are the hotblooded 'leap before you look' type.

not the smartest fighter type, but most certainly the bravest, most confident, and most direct. he admired that type of person, even though they tended to get in over their head often.

Ross: should probably leave them alone. the confrontation with adversity will make them stronger. if I baby them. he also needs a reality check. all that power is going to his head a little. confidence is good and all, but overconfidence like that could get him killed. thats true though. if he starts to get overwhelmed, he may try to restore his confidence by drawing an unhealthy amount of power all at once. it would be best for him if he won just barely...... ok then boys, I'll help you out, but just enough so that you can establish your limits without doing something idiotic. I'm sure that it'll be a good lesson for you. besides (looking at starscreams serious face at a distance, Ross smiled) I'm absolutely positive that if you knew I was helping you even this much, you would take offense.

with that he went through just as unicrons fist finally shattered one of the walls. it would be a few minutes before he realized that he didn't need to smash them all to get out...

OOC: starscream does not know that I am there.

Falsus, if we keep holding back, they're going to squash us like bugs! We're sealed off and running out of time.

Alright, then, Starscream, stop holding back.

You could all be destroyed.

I'll take that chance.

Alright, but this is on your head as much as mine.

!@#$@!$@#!!!!!!! It's broke! He's breaking through!

ARRRGGGHHH!!!! UHHHHH!!! Death Star! Shields almost obliterated! Must repair!

Stay calm, everyone. Prophet's Hope, come about, two seven zero mark zero niner zero, flank speed. Rotate X Niner zero. Fire antimatter spread. Emperor's Choice, direct plasma fire at Death Star.

Good work, Zell. You seem to have things under control.

If they maintain discipline, Falsus.

Good. That means I can concentrate on the matters before me.

Starscream no longer had time to play games. In an instant, he directed a plasma round at Unicrom's primary shielding while sending an electron beam directly at the positron emitters that gave the giant robot most of its processing power. If the shot hit--and it was pinpoint accurate--it would disable his main computer in a violent explosion. If Starscream was lucky, lower-level functions, like the controls that kept the generators from overloading, would be left to other circuits.

Then, he pulled in the team that had volunteered to join Ross with Falsus. Something had blocked them. No matter. They would serve a purpose that they could believe in. Together, they were able to sort out the electromagnetic interference that he had been receiving. Tendrils, eh? Let's see how they respond to a little touch! He electrified the outer skins within the boundaries of the faltering enclosure.

The alternate Starscream dwarfed Falsus. This did not bother the borg leader. First, he would have to slow the Decepticon down. This Starscream was enhanced. If he had full confidence in his movements, it could be fatal. That, and there was also the small matter that he needed a little reminder of what he had seen a moment before: Falsus was faster and quicker than he could ever hope to be.

Using his antigravs, the tiny borg shot between the huge transformer's legs. As he did, he unloaded his weapons on the knee joints. Finally, from his vantage point behind his former adversary, he reached out and grabbed the small sunstone. I hope we can get out of this alive, he thought. It would be a dire shame to have to waste our existence. Actually, there was little emotion in his thoughts--only grim caclulations on the status of the skirmishes around him. He calculated that, barring a minor miracle, two of the team were in immense danger: Luke and Optimus Prime. He calculated that, barring unforeseen circumstances, his skirmish with the alternative Starscream would leave him nearly depleted, but victorious. He calculated that the other members of Starscream's fraternity would attempt to turn on him now that he had the stone. This would mean that he wouldn't have time to learn to use its power, and that he would have to pass it on to someone more durable the moment that he lost the advantage of surprise, after the fraternity brothers found that turning on him cost them in their individual skirmishes. Worst of all, there was no calculating what kind of damage Starscream--his Starscream--would wreak on Unicrom, or how long he had to get out of there with his people and the small sunstone. He had faith, though. His Starscream had become a brilliant thinking warrior. Where the old one struck without thinking, Starscream's snares were beset with other snares.

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OOC: Only reason Ross didn't notice this was because no one challenged Starscream. I had a few little doozies ready...but all for naught. Ross has misjudged the whole thing. Falsus isn't in over his head because he's arrogant, he's in over his head because he believes in the people around him.

Normally, the Borg nanoprobes keep their affect for about four days. You could argue that Vira has souped up Unicrom's immune system, but I'd argue back that Ross has souped up Falsus' nanoprobes. Interesting dilemma. :) :) :)

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IC:

Starscream's time was up. The tendrils almost had him. It was time for some quick moves.

First, he opened a subspace conduit and pushed Shrevel back onto Prophet's Hope. Then, he drew energy from the sunstone and created a small bubble universe. Finally, he popped out of this one and into that one.

"Well," he said, "I know you've followed me. Do you have the courage to face me directly, or do I have to go on playing games?"

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OOC: Unicrom is going to be able to detect the disappearance of the large sunstone. Ross, Vira, Peyton and Petra are going to be able to tell where it went.

Then, he pulled in the team that had volunteered to join Ross with Falsus. Something had blocked them. No matter. They would serve a purpose that they could believe in. Together, they were able to sort out the electromagnetic interference that he had been receiving. Tendrils, eh? Let's see how they respond to a little touch! He electrified the outer skins within the boundaries of the faltering enclosure.


OOC: don't understand what you did there. also, Ross recognized that he was confident due to his companions. he is more worried about how he is using enough power to create giant pies and paper towels instantaneously. he is afraid that, like a fuse, starscream will channel too much at once burn himself out.

IC:

Ross: oh hi. don't mind me just passing through

the hate haven soldier made a motion to raise the alert but Ross had knocked him out and sealed him in his datavice before he moved two inches.

Ross: aww come on! what part of 'don't mind me' don't you understand?

he then proceeded to beat up everyone in the main control room. once the personnel were incapacitated, he went over to te main controls.

Ross: man, how can megatron stand this chair. probably has something to do with him having a metal butt. lets see here. ok the basic structure of the coding is...

the screen suddenly flickered. starscreams shot had hit, but had done less damage than expected due to barrier spells altering the course of his shot. it was enough to cause the desired effect, however, it was more temporary than intended.

Ross: hmmm nice shot there. really wish he would have waited just a few more minutes before though. then again, he was pressed for time. looks like I'm doing this the hard way.

at that point, stascream made his escape

Ross: for a non-organic, he sure is doing good with that stone. hopefully, this will give him a chance to recover from it's use. lets see... set this up, work this symbol like this... ! COME ON! now thats not fair vira. he was doing good. their is no need to pull something like that!. looks like I will have to work on this a little more than I thought...
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OOC: GM, seeing how you appear to have abandoned your minor characters from earlier, I plan to mess with them a bit. correct me if I misunderstand their nature.

IC:

vira hovered over the barren chunk of rock smiling as the garbage men running around in a panic. the poor fools were making quite the show out of themselves without their technology. the leader was going quite mad as she tried to blow up her subordinates every time they upset her. she only became more upset when she found that she couldn't. it wouldn't be long before they completely lost it and started beating each other up with sticks. apparently, even robots like them had enough of a mind to lose it. this situation was pleasing not only to watch, but because the ease with witch she would make them hers

but first, she had to deal with that hake job of a spell that was after that god. it was to be expected that sith and decepticons would be bad at generating spells. she would have to punish them later for being born as such. the spell was already set up, so all she had to do was modify it and enhance it remotely...
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starscream knew he was being watched, but was suprised when a portal formed and the spell he had just escaped came through. a few warped around him but most came together until they formed a hologram of vira. tenderals of magic with symbols in them randomly come out of her. the tenderals are all still connected through the portal. vira was quite beautiful, her voice sickly sweet. but her eyes... their was something... unsettling... about her eyes.

vira: so you are the one working for that god. might I say good job on controlling it's might. but you seem tired. I take it that all that power wears you out. but there is a way starscream. you cold unlock the TRUE power of that stone. I can make it to were you can wield all of it at once instead of the puny amount you are using now.

but that's not all. I can make you a king. join with me, and you can become the new king of the borg. this is finally your chance starscream. all those years serving megatron, and now you find yourself serving a borg commander. you should be on top. you should rise above even commander of your own ship! why be on equal terms with those other borgs? all borgs should be connected to your mind rather than you with theirs...

"Now, Now, What are we going to do with you?"

"I think we should blow her up."

3 or 4 of the higher commanders were standing around Alise, ex-Project Manager

"What? You do know that I only bombed a couple of people, the more annoying ones. What do you think I'm stupid, What if they found out and got a hold of the codes... They could just blow everyone up."

"So, you exploded a couple of people to make everyone think you could explode everyone and use that to you advantage?"

"Yes..."

There was silence for a moment...

"I don't know what's worse... being able to blow everyone up or only blowing a few people up and making everyone think you can blow everyone up."

Meanwhile no one else had any idea what was going on. Some where trying to make the best out of it having no idea what could be going on, nor anything about the bigger picture.

Some already had makeshift homes, most were wondering around confused... a few minor scruffs had resulted in a vibrant political scene with factions soon being formed around whom has the wrong done to them. It was only a matter of time before something happened.

OOC: DAMN IT! I just read the unicron artical in wikipedia. looks like I was wrong!!! looks like I need to come up BS a VERY good excuse as to why he's a dumb beast.

OOC: Just say he was altered by Vira, that or you could just ignore canon. It's not like these characters aren't already coming from another dimension, so you could easily say that in this dimension Unicron was a dumb beast.

Also I'm slightly confused I noticed "Aniken" and "Darth Vader" ... they are the same people. but I guess their just different versions of the same people, in one dimension Aniken stayed good as was recruited by ross and in the other he went bad and was forced into submission by Vira.

"So much intelligence," Starscream said, "so little wisdom. Truly, you do not understand me. TWO problems with your statement, Vira. FIRST, I don't WANT to be King of the Borg. When we work together, they all work for me anyway. What's the point? SECOND, you think I'm even remotely tired? Think again. The only reason I didn't blow up everything in my sight, including Unicrom, Cybertron and all the rest of them JUST to get your attention was self-restraint." He laughed. "I took two gambles when I came here, and running out of power wasn't among them. And I won. Thank you so much for entering my den." He smiled his vilest, cruelest smile. Hopefully, it would prove as distracting to her as it had been to him when Megatron--his Megatron--had used it so many years ago.

He reached out to the nearest tentacle and squeezed. It instantly darkened, all the power running out of it and into Starscream.

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OOC: I'd tell you what the gambles are, but you'd only use it as a suggestion. :) :) :) I'd like to see you find the weaknesses in Starscream's plans on your own. There are several--and even he knows that. I've hinted at all of the ones that I'm aware of in my previous posts. He was lying when he said that he had won, and he knew it. But Starscream was told that he had enough power to go toe-to-toe with Vira, and I'm going to play it that way. He's not wearing down, he's powering up--as Falsus pointed out earlier. The longer he has his powers, the more comfortable he will become using them.

I've noted that we're all online as we post this. It's a real shame that I don't know how to contact you folks. I'd really like to talk the sequence of events over with you gents.

Dastardly Stench;13477218'] *snip*
I've noted that we're all online as we post this. It's a real shame that I don't know how to contact you folks. I'd really like to talk the sequence of events over with you gents.

I've got MSN bazag at hotmail dot com, if that's helpful.

OOC: Just say he was altered by Vira, that or you could just ignore canon. It's not like these characters aren't already coming from another dimension, so you could easily say that in this dimension Unicron was a dumb beast.

Also I'm slightly confused I noticed "Aniken" and "Darth Vader" ... they are the same people. but I guess their just different versions of the same people, in one dimension Aniken stayed good as was recruited by ross and in the other he went bad and was forced into submission by Vira.

OOC: could but will probably go with the first suggestion. I am trying to stick to the original storylines of my characters as best as possible.

also aniken is a version that was visited before he fell, while Vader came from an alternate timeline where Ross came afterwards. actually threw aniken in their just for the drama of having the two meet:p

IC:

the tenderal felt sick and poisonous. starscream let go quickly. purifying the energy and absorbing it was proving difficult. the spell had apparently been designed to resist such actions. perhaps, previously he could have done it, but it was obvious that the spell had suddenly gone through a major improvement

vira was unfazed. as a matter of fact, she had smiled in the past much more chillingly than that bumbling fool, megatron, ever could.

vira: HAHAHAHAHAHA that confidence you have. that beautifully argent confidence! as beautiful as it may be, I find it more pleasurable to watch it crumble as you fall into despair. you think you can take me because you have the backing of a god. but I can see it. tired? you misunderstand. your not tired from using the power. your tired from trying to hold it back! your just about ready to turn yourself into a self proclaimed supernova! it will take you hours, if not days or even years to be able to channel it all safely even with the god's support!

shall I tell you why I am so interested in god's starscream? it's to add their support to my list of dozens of gods who have my back! the only reason I interest in this one is to keep it away from another whom it might possibly lend it's support to! these spells are backed by many other dark gods. you are being ganged up on.

she smiles an icy smile. one that would make a shot from a plasma rifle give up and go back to it's gun. starscream has to suppress a chill.

vira: if you had decided to oppose me, I was going to just destroy you. joining me would have spared most your people (a lie of course. had he joined, he would have been the one doing the destroying) now, instead of destroying your spark, I will simply extract the stone and force you to watch as I torture and kill your friends one by one, after I finish up with a minor task of course. and you will know that it was all...your...fault. (she splits up into tenderals again) HAHAHAHAHAHahahahahah

the tendrils attack. this time they are much more forceful and seem more organized. a few moments later,more spells come through, but these start to cancel out the others. many of the tenderals begin to become disorderly and act as though they can't find starscream. a voice comes through.

Ross: I WAS going to let you handle most of this yourself, BUT seeing as vira decided to be her usual bitchy self, it looks like I have to be a little more active in this. doesn't mean your off the hook. you still have to fight it off a little bit. I refuse to do all the work, though your probably ok with that. however, I do feel that you need some assistance in this matter. so if you would prefer I bail you out, or would rather do it yourself, then BAWWWWWWWWW sucks to be you. also, protip: I am sure vira probably gave you a nice little speech about how wonderful and strong she is. I don't know, if I had listened in, It would have tipped her off to my presence. anyway, as you fight, think of the look on her face when you prove her wrong. I know thats what keeps me going. until we meet again...

PS. don't tell anyone I'm here. that's going to be a surprise...

OOC: you can contact me through the NS telegram thing. I unfortunately, have a bad habit of not checking my email and not using AIM:rolleyes:

OOC: Forgot to explain myself earlier. When I wrote that Starscream had "pulled in" others, I meant that he had made a small subcollective with them. When he exited this universe, he also exited the subcollective. That's one of the things that differentiates the New Borg from the Sleepwalker Borg. The New Borg have a very flexible collective system.

IC:

Ross, Starscream thought, figuring that the godlike being could read his mind, I was actually expecting you. My opinion always was that this fight should properly be between you and Vira, and that the best thing I could do was serve as a facilitator, even providing an arena where the two of you could meet. Of course, if you'd rather work through me, I'll be happy to oblige that, too--but I'll need to know how this magic thing of hers works so that I can properly deal with it--or, at least, know within the limits of my albeit limited intelligence.

Lightning flew from Starscream's fingertips and toward Vira. He didn't expect it to get through, but it would slow her spells down enough so that he might be able to do something about it.

"Am I supposed to be impressed, Vira?" he asked. "You misjudge whom you're talking to--among other things. I gave up what you value most, and I've never looked back. I was there, where you are now--in that sick little box that you call a world view, all alone, with my closest allies all hating my guts. I found something better--and that is why the likes of you will never bring me to despair. You can't take away the life I've already lived.

"I'll take your challenge, bitch! If you can get me wrong, what else can you get wrong? Let's find out."

One of the things that she had gotten wrong was his weariness with channeling energy. Channeling energy? She had to be kidding! That was her game. There was no way he could win at that! But...if he could tie enough of it up, it might open things up for a little game of "physical challenge"--and that was a game that Starscream had played for centuries.

Another thing was that she thought he knew nothing of her magic spells. He was a quick study these days, and he had learned from the subcollective that he had formed. It wasn't a lot, but it should serve his purposes for now.

Extending his mind, using the power of the sunstone, he reached out to the remaining tendrils, and started a spell in motion. Like himself, it drew the energy out of the other spells. Unlike himself, that was all it did. It just grew and grew and grew, eating all the magic that it could find. It was a gigantic, mindless magic leach--but, other than that, it was completely harmless.

That was the quick strategy--suck all the energy out of her spells and make her play his game. Of course, he would be changing that as time went on, if he felt the need.

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"I'm afraid, John, that my time is severely limited now," Omigot said. "We're under attack. The barrier that held Unicrom down has crumbled. We're moving in on a Death Star, with Emperor's Choice in front of us. Her shields can take one hit from that infernal contraption's main weapons, and we've already had ours. But don't worry. When we get close enough, we'll be unleasching a matched set of graviton hellbores. It should make them think twice before firing on us again.

"Sit down. You won't want to go through your enjoinment standing up. Does your companion wish to be enjoined as well?"

"He wouldn't understand was going on, He's about as inteligent as a pig. If you insist..." John sat he understood time was of the essence and didn't want to waste time unnecessarily, and so he he quickly found a seat and sat as instructed, disabling his internal circuit integrity security processes. He grabbed a sharp object that was on his person and cut into his own skin. A panel opened up out of the cut. "You do know the trust I am putting in you." He spoke letting Omigott do his work.

"Yes, I understand," the Borg engineer said, extending his absorption tubules. "This shouldn't bother you at all."

As John had already broken his own skin, it wasn't even necessary for Omigott to do so. He merely released his nanoprobes. In a moment, John began to hear voices in his head. At first, they were indistinct, but, slowly, they became stronger.

The first thing that John would notice was that there was surprisingly little physical change to his body--though, if he thought about this, the group mind would have made him aware that it was possible if (and only if) he desired it. The second thing that he would notice was that, even involved in a rigorous battle, many in the ship made the effort to offer him a warm welcome.

Welcome to the New Borg!

It is always a joy to meet a new friend!

There were other messages as well.

I must take my leave of you now, John. I have to do something about those shields. If we take another hit from that spacecraft, there won't be a collective anymore. This was obviously Omigott. The thoughts even had the same accent that he spoke with.

But Emperor's Choice is directly ahead of us. came a voice from who-knew-where. They're serving as our shields.

And how long will that last? Omigott asked. OK. Send me the energy readings on that ship's firing sequence. There was a brief pause. Aha! Just as I thought! It registers a massive power build-up just before it fires! If we form a temporary Omniphasic Shield Bubble around ourselves when we detect the power-up, we should be able to stand up to their main weapon indefinitely.

But Omniphasic Shields degenerate after only a few minutes.

That's why we'll power them down after the Death Star stops firing. There's no way any ship can maintain that magnitude of firepower for any length of time. It would burn itself out.

Yes! Of course! Great adaptation!

We need to concentrate, everyone. We're starting our attack run. This voice was familiar to John also. It was Zell, who was now in command of both ships.

Concentrate. Yes, concentrate.

An endless stream of instrument status, job progress and activity reports came through. As John observed, he would have noticed that, if he concentrated, he could filter the individual streams in and out at will. He would also notice that the streams were directed in clusters at various individuals, who formed a hierarchy, each level of which simplified and aggregated its activities before sending them on to the next. It was, in fact, similar to a chain of command, except much more flexible and much more voluntary. There were no set seargents or lieutenants. The "gatherers" were simply Borg who just happened to be in the right "place" in the network at the right time.

For a moment, as John reopens his eyes, he sees a 846 images--if he cares to count them--from 846 different sets of what, one way or another, serve as eyes, all juxtaposed together. It's a little disconcerting at first, but he learns that he can screen any of them out at will--including his own. If he is so inclined, he can momentarily give up his own senses and piggyback off of those of any other.

As this happens, he realizes that there are no secrets here. All he has to do is wonder about something, and, if the knowledge is available, he will know it. Conversely, any knowledge that he himself happens to possess is available to the entire collective.

Remember, Omigott says, as John can feel him departing to handle other duties, you can opt out at any time.

The streams of information came in, the filtering and navigation of the streams of information all coming in at once was quite natural. As basically a computer with extra peripherals it was second nature and he could handle the required multi-tasking/processing quite well.

Information about the corporation that John had locked up in his memory banks started to flow out...

From the CEO Trevor Desorte, The Chief Marketing Office, Robert Jones, the entire board which basically made up what accounted for TGM's government. It was really a proper corporation with the "human resources" division given a different name "Internal Affairs Department" simple because not everyone was human. If a race existed you could somehow bet there was at least one TGM employee of that race. They might never get publicly seen, but they were there.

The company's operations which mainly revolved around collecting, disposing, recycling, re-use and referbishment of objects where supplimented by the "Surreptitious Collection Department". Where their jobs require just that level of discretion. Jobs recorded in his memory relate from removal of quite toxic waste from what was a toy factory to foresic cleaning of crime scenes (perhaps the jobs where even done by the criminal) to plans to take down various competitors.

Of course he did not have all the details, he didn't have any details of what he was not directly involved in but there was all the information of the types of services that TGM could provide, Including various weapons systems.

The corporation was driven for the desire for profit, but what was most important was the friendly, courteous and publicly squeaky clean image.

Of course he would offer his own "Thanks..." back to those that had welcomed him, not wanting to fill up the communications with frivilous talk.

"Is there a fast shuttle or fighter that I could use?" he was still getting used to the system, his network discovery protocol still needed some time to find out where everything was and how to access it.

His plan was perhaps one of the most daring, stupidest and suicidal plans that he had ever come up with ever, but if there was anyone that could pull it off, It would be him and his pet. The plan was not so much to destroy the death star but to cause enough of distraction so that the Prophet's Hope and Emperor's Choice could make use of and create.

The irony was that he didn't even need to ask on a vocal level. When he began to think about the fighter, all the technical data on Prophet's Hope's smaller ships just came to him. It was as if he just knew it--because someone else (probably more then one) did. Thus, in an instant, John found out that he knew the performance characteristics of everything from the Diplomatic Shuttle to Q-Bert, the New Borg's first and only attempt to make a Transformer.

But his plan also got around. It was the cost of sharing all the information in Prophet's Hope. The collective did not rule it out, however. Instead, they thought about it and concluded that a squadron of about 20 ships, with John leading it, had a better chance of survival...so...ten small craft each from Prophet's Hope and Emperor's Choice began to be readied for flight, and John became aware of their locations, state of readiness and the pilots who were converging on the craft even as the preparations began.

Starscream was almost down for the count. Dazed and bewildered, he looked around him at the thing that had done him in. He still couldn't believe it. "How...can you...?"[i]

Falsus of Borg looked at him with steely ocular implants. "Experience," he hissed, without blinking. "I've met you before." He blasted Starscream again, hitting him full on in the chest where he stood with a repeller beam. It knocked the Decepticon back into the nearest wall.

As Starscream fell, Falsus changed weapons. A plasma charge lanced through the air and blew a hole in Starscream's armor, near the back of the neck. As Starscream hit the ground, Falsus levitated at full speed to the large robot's side, by the newly-created vulnerability. Reaching in with both arms, he grabbed and pulled. Out came a power cell. Starscream went dark.

[i]That won't put him down for long, Falsus thought. Damned datavice will repair him in two minutes, thirty-six seconds. He'll start to reboot using backup power in another twenty-five. I don't have much time. Have to act now!

Megatron had lifted Optimus Prime off the ground, and was about to deliver a Coup de Grace that would probably put Prime out of business. He took a moment to let the Autobot see his huge, gloating smile--and his arrogance cost him. Falsus hit him right in the chin with everything his repeller could give. It didn't do any direct damage, but it made the Decepticon leader fall over backwards. The fall jarred Prime loose from Megatron's grasp. The battle would begin anew.

One down...one to go.

Then, the tiny Borg turned to Luke, who was almost worn out from Darth Sideous' beating. Sideous would be much too skilled to attack directly...but...

Falsus' left arm whirred as the plasma weapon came out again. He turned to another skirmish.

"HEY, VADER!" he yelled. "TAKE THIS!" And he let loose a powerful, thin-line blast.

Of course, a master like Vader easily deflected the shot...but he deflected it straight at Sideous. If Falsus had any luck, Sideous would be blind to a shot that his friend and compatriot had unintentionally fired at him--and, even if he wasn't, it would give Luke a momentary advantage as Sideous moved to take on a second adversary.

Finally, Falsus got himself to a safe distance from Starscream. Even as the datavice reknit the armor, Falsus plugged his power cell into a collector on his cyborg sleeve and drained it. He'd timed it perfectly. He finished just as Starscream's eyes started to glow again.

By now, the walls had started to change color. There was no way that Unicorm could be absorbed--he was so big that the nanoprobes would fail before they had time to finish the job--but it was good for morale to see them holding this part of the giant robot at bay.

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OOC: I apologize for any liberties that I may have taken (but probably didn't take, when you look at what was actually accomplished) with HH's characters. This post is a little like a NASCAR race--nothing has happened at a high rate of speed. :) :) :)

He started on his way towards the bay, as if he had done it a thousand times, though in reality it was just calculation of the best route possible, taking everything from doors to traffic into consideration. Picking up his little pet on the way. He now knew how to fly the fighter, it wasn't much different to the performance of other things he had flown and what was different he'd been fully briefed by the information he'd received from the collective... Information was ability.

As he and all the other pilots entered the hanger there was the various pre-flight checks and what procedures were performed right before flight and then they were eventually all ready, with the hanger bay doors opening the 9 others on board his ship met up with the 10 from the other and made a direct Bee-line...

"Be ready for evasive manoeuvres" he sent... it was all dependent on how well the death star handled these small but fast ships.... He started to worry now, not about his own safety, death had no real meaning a construct like him, but for those around him. He started to doubt, he started to have misapprehension. Feelings that were obviously new, he didn't know how to handle it as he'd never felt it before, He never really cared about anything else appart from himself and his pet, until now....

OOC: TG Sent DS with details of what I'm planing.

OOC: Please forgive me if I take a few liberties with the Death Star. It won't be anything that wouldn't be obvious.

IC:

John found that, for the duration of the mission, he had been assigned the temporary designation of "1st of 20."

3rd of 20: Stay sharp! We don't know what surprises they might have for us out there!

10th of 20: Keep the shields up. Their point defense might operate on a different frequency than their main weapon.

2nd of 20: Coming up on target's outer defense perimeter...

17th of 20: Incoming fighters! We're made! Zero four three mark Three Three Two!

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OOC: There's Klingons off the starboard bow. :) :) :)

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IC:

Several: I see them.

10th of 20: Alter trajectory to formation Alpha One.

John would find that, in addition to the operation of the fighter, he knew the standard tactics and formations that the Borg used--including the terminology that they used to describe it. Formation Alpha was an hourglass formation--a double wedge with John at its tail, protected by the others--with two fighters at its point.

2nd of 20: Weapons on, everyone! It's show time!

vira opened her eyes.once again, she lwas looking down at the little insects scampering around. she had left the borg to meet his near end. of course, she wouldn't kill him. that would be to kind of her. she would make him understand that he had let down his people. he would get to watch as she killed them one by one.

predictably, the stranded employees were already trying to establish a leader. it wouldn't be long before violence erupted over who was the leader. as nice of a show as that would be, she didn't have time to waste. it would have been nice though, to see who was strongest.

she came down then making sure that they felt her might emitting from her. she smiled sweetly at Alise...

Ross: Um, starscream. sorry to disappoint you, but she ain't listening anymore. she's been gone since I started sending thoughts to your brain...er cpu... whatever. might I complement you on the use of that stone and the way your handling those spells. usually non-organics are excesivly bad at magic. I asumed your collective might curve the problem little seeing how you have organics linked with you. but I didn't expect you to preform a leach spell like that.given your situation, It's a very efficient one too. though this spell she has going will be tough, even with me confusing the hell out of it. It might take a while, and it might take a whole lot of mental strain to keep your energies balanced properly, even to the point where you feel like you can't go on anymore. but even so, remember that you were chosen for a reason.

As a matter of fact, your doing so well with it, the chances are your probably royally fucked. (snickers) I'll tell you about the little prize you have probably won later though. for now, I'm going to go and watch falsus battle. for a new contractee, he's handling himself VERY well. even went and took out your oh-so-friendly counterpart. remember not to tell the others I am here. not yet anyway. especially falsus. as a mater of a fact, It would be unfair for you to miss this. so this little spell I am sending you will go off latter. when it does, go ahead and go into collective with falsus. hopefully... you won't lose your concentration with this mess from laughing your giant metal ass off. got to run now Ross, over and out...

sidious blocked the shot knowing it was coming at him a second before it left the weapon. force wielders were notorious for predicting the future. as a mater of a fact, he deflected the shot and had it whirled around back on falsus. he would have only blocked it and returned to his battle, but he had underestimated Luke's training. every day, luke was becoming closer and closer to being yoda's level. it was just enough time for luke to jump over sidious and right to where he had, seconds ago, deflected the shot. just as sidious was turning back to where his opponent no longer was, luke came down and slashed him. sidios was unable to stop his turn in time to deflect to slash. sidious fell down as data and energy came off his body and disintegrated.

the shot however, was not in vain, for it hit falsus on the hand holding the mini-stone causing it to fly across the room. falsus would have gone after it, however, he was distracted by starscream who attacked again. even though his moves were dirtier than the starscream he knew, he was still predictable. and was taken down soon. aniken had soon finished off vader as well. before anything else had happened however, a laugh was heard across the room. it was megatron, and in his hand was the ministone.

Megatron: falsus, you are a fool. you could have quickly attached this stone to your datavice and ended this whole fight, however, you kept it in your hand, foolishly tring to decipher it's patterns yourself. ( attaches it to the back of his datavice) and now, you have doomed everyone.

datavice:power source detected. datavolution

he is surrounded by a stream of power from his datavice

Megatron: megatron datavolve toooooooo.....................................................GALVATRON...

It was with surprise, nay, shock that the five of them reacted to Vira, one of the pulled a side-arm and tried to shot at her, scared and barely thinking if the shot even hit, would hardly even matter against someone of the sheer power of Vira. He seemed to know this but still he pulled the trigger as for the others.

They seemed to react pretty much the same way, wanting to use expletives but concerned about the reaction such might garner, not wanting to die.

"Who are you?" one of them gathered up the courage to ask the question they all were thinking, however Alise and the 4th of her Captors started to think about achieving their own goals. Funnily enough both of these were females and Alise started to think about how could she could use the situation to get out of the current bind she was in and the other was thinking about getting Vira to kill off everyone else so she could take the power for herself.

Either way the ball was firmly in Vira's court.

vira imidiatly punished the one who shot at her, though not too harshly. though she understood that it had been an act of fear, and even though she wasn't even insulted or hurt, she quickly decided to use the form of sorcery commonly known as The Force to lift him up and fling him over her head and throw him thirty yards. this was done as more of a display of power than in anger.

truth be told, she was rather pleased that they had reacted this way. normally, it took more of a display of her power to strike this kind of fear. it appeared though that they had caught on to their situation excessively fast.

vira: now now, their is no need to fear me. I have only come to offer you a... business transaction. that is all. I have no intention of killing any of you. should you be uninterested, I shall merely leave. I am afraid that my offer can only be acepted by a willing heart. it will fail if you accept out of fear of destruction.

but enough of that. lets get down to business. I have come to you to offer you power and position. consider me to be the new head of your company. or at least I will be once you get your chance to take over. it truth, I will only command the company from the sidelines. the one making most of the important decisions would be (turns to Alise) you.

(walks up to alice and caresses her face and hair whispering in her ear loud enough for the others to hear)

aren't you tired... of taking orders from a bunch of old fools... Alise? you should be the head of the company. you can bring it into a new golden age of profit. I can not only supply you with the power to take over your previous organization, but give you access to thousands of new clients. not to mention the incredible technology I can offer.

(steps away, turns, and shouts to the others around her) OF COURSE, SHE WOULDN'T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO WOULD RISE TO THE TOP! YOU WOULD ALL BECOME PROJECT MANAGERS OR GREATER UNDER HER COMMAND! CONTRACT WITH ME, AND YOU WILL NEVER GROVEL AS A MERE WORKER AGAIN! ...

OOC: she has been spying on their conversations for a little while. once she found out who they were, she had research done on them. at the moment, her data is quite limited, however, she knows enough to figure out what they want.

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edit: misunderstood your previous post. feel free to have that other person speak up if he wants to nominate herself for leader instead.

"And you think that Alise can properly run the corp? Haha, she had to resort to fake bomb threats to keep us in line. It won't happen." the other Female spoke, her name was Francis.

"But when I'm the CEO I'll have all the security forces under my control..."

The two of them started a sniping match between them trading quips, comments and insults.

"Shut it will you." Henrald, one of the 3 guys there spoke up. "So basically you'll make one of us the CEO, If we in turn will serve you in your endeavors?"

"Reducing us to our moelcular components is one thing, but taking over the entirity of the Corp? Even with what? Are those Sith powers? Good luck."

vira: you understand that I can destroy you in an instant, however, you still don't seem to understand the extent of my power. indead, I used the powers normally associated with sith and jeti. with the proper skills and understanding, one may use such powers easily. but I am far from restricted to such simple abilities.

an energy ball forms in her hand. she throws it at a very large mountain in the distance. their is an explosion in the distance the size of a small nuke. the mountain is gone.

vira: I will supply troops to you and make you far more powerful than you were before. your power will flow into me and mine into you.

(turns back to the women)

as for you two. instead of running your mouths like low-class scum, prove to me which one of you is more worthy of being leader. so far, I am not impressed...

"Well, I'm sold." Henrald said...

"Perhaps a test then? to see who can really cut the mustard..." Alise suggested before looking over to Francis "Are you up for it, oh, my darling sister."

There was apparently no loved lost between these 2 siblings, perhaps it was why there was the bickering before, regression back to childhood.

"Alright, let's see how well you can lead. One gun, one shot that's all that's left, and we'll see who Henrald decides." Francis said as a smirk crossed her face she was a speaker, a word smith extroadinaire she could convince a bluebird to commit suicide if she ever managed to speak it's language.

"You always did get mother or some other dupe to do your dirty work for you..." Alise looked at Henrald as she spoke "but... alright... let's see who he picks, Just remember Henrald, make sure it's fatal. Of course that's assuming our mysterious benefactor here approves of such a suggestion."

OOC: What's happeneing with the fighter squadron that's heading towards the Death Star?

"You know, Vira, it's rude to drop out of a conversation without a proper goodbye," Starscream said. There was a broad smile on his face.

"You!" Alise said.

"Hello, Alise," Starscream replied. "Didn't think I'd just hang you all out to dry, did you?"

From the looks on their faces, it was obvious that they did. This only made Starscream chuckle. He spread his fingers, and the mountain that had been so recently destroyed reformed itself--it blew up in reverse. Then, the energy ball that had blown it up flew back into Starscream's waiting hand, and dissolved.

"Vira here isn't the only one who's making offers," he said. "And that's not the only thing that she's not telling you." He laughed another mirthful laugh. "But I digress. You see, I'm not really here--but that's alright. I've got a date with my destiny now, and it's nothing like what I thought it would be." He laughed again. "I've got to go and meet a painful demise."

He disappeared, and, as he did, the members of the company heard his offer.

"I cannot protect you from yourselves or from her, but say the word and you will be transported back to your ship. Captain John is with the New Borg now. Return to them, and you may find an offer to compete with Vira's."

Ross' spell had done something unimaginable. It had removed him not only from his bubble universe, but from every universe. He had found the next level up--not the multiverse, but the polyverse. Here--though "here" was an obsolete term, and did nothing to describe the condition he found himself in--the very laws of nature could be sculpted and controlled. Gods, some corporeal and others of varying descriptions, even to the point that some were indescribable, flitted about, doing whatever it was that gods do. Somehow--it was impossible to say how, because Starscream's methods of perception were fundamentally altered--Starscream even recognized the gods who had given him the Sunstone. He offered them a friendly gesture, sort of a smile and a wave, and then, as they "waved" back, left.

He reappeared inside of Unicrom. He smiled and waved at Megatron, too--only now he was so full of power that his hands glowed as he did. He felt comfortable that way.

Quickly, he did as Ross had requested: got in touch with Falsus and explained everything, including what he was about to do.

She has no idea how right she was, was the last thing he sent before he disappeared.

And Falsus suddenly found himself possessed something that not even Ross had: a complete understanding of the function and operation of his datavice, including theory of operation. Given the new Grand Unification Theory that Starscream had developed, it was almost child's play. It was such a revelation that he even forgot about the damage that had just been done to his circular left hand.

He took the device in his six-fingered, two-thumbed right hand. He pressed a button. Extending his left hand, he summoned the Force to lift Vira's Starscream--now completely defeated--and hurl him right at Galvatron. If that old fool thought that things were over, he was wrong. They were only beginning.

Before he could press another button, his hand had healed.

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OOC: Falsus will find that he doesn't possess a complete understanding of the datavice. Its creators were another level up from the polyverse.

With permission:

Starscream is going to give Vira her wish. He's going to declare himself a supernova. And, when the explosion dies away, a new star will shine. It be more than a star, however. It will be a corporeal anchor for Starscream in his new role as Guardian of this universe against the likes of Ross and Vira. While the star burns, it will seal them out.

There will be a single, class-M planet orbiting the star. From a building on its surface, those who wish will be able to communicate with Starscream. This way, there will be a way to let him know when the species of this universe are ready for him to let the star perish, and, in extinguishing his existence within this world, open the door to the polyverse.

OOC: AKKKKK! well, my plans are just about ruined. we may need to talk about that post. I will TG tomorrow... errr today with more details on what I was planing.

GM, don't post a response to this situation until me and the borg get this sorted out. various misunderstandings have been had, and editing may take place. if you post, it may be hard to patch things up.

OOC: I must say that the Cosmology that Nova Bazalonia (The actual nation of mine where the sunstone came from) and the Haven's are remarkably simliar.

If I get this right here's a basic summary

Universe - Self explantory
Multi-verse - everything that could have been using certain physic constants and other laws of physics
Poly-verse - All multi-verses that exist (Poly-verses do still have rules and do not encompass all of 'reality'). Even Multiverses that exist based on the happenings of another multi-verses forum posts.
Everything - Basically there are no rules here beings exists, no time, no fundamental physics, no quantum mechanics nothing. Things exist because they are willed to, or somehow have a will of their own. It contains everything and yet nothing at the same time.

Oh and one minor addition that I would like to add to the planet, three apes. They have a sense of humour and know everything.

And yes, there will be no IC post here from me until whatever's happening gets resolved. Could I by-chance be included in the discussions?

OOC: ok, cancel the TG. we will discuss here, though GM may not want to read further lest there be spoilers.

now first thing. falsus and the gang I would like to be left alone from starscream interfering... for the most part anyway. I was intending on having falsus and maybe the rest of them awaken hidden powers and kick megatron's/galvatron's sorry patootie. the little spell earlier was an alarm to tell you when to talk with falsus again. basically you can tell him Ross is there when he actually makes an appearance. (i'm planing a bit of comedy ate that point in the form of excessive mockery and harassment like what you pulled with the pie thing;) )

also, peyton is to be left completely alone (I know you haven't done anything with that yet this is just for future reference), but I will tell you when it is ok to interfere.

if starscream went godmode, then I have nothing to do with it. that falls very short of Ross's abilities. the spell only counteracted the effects of viras improved seal spell. neither side is expecting starscream to become a god.

technicaly speaking, If he is a god, he would have full understanding of emotion, the composition of the soul, and it's connections to ones strength and power, so I suppose he would know a bit about the datavice. though this is arguable seeing how he's basically a newborn in terms of gods. as a newborn, he would be considered low level. such understanding may be reserved for the higher ups:).

falsus should already understand the basics of his datavice. the force is not something he can just get though. he is still restricted to his original abilities. they are only enhanced. if he knows the force, it's because starscream allowed him to know it's workings instantly through collective. even so, using it would take practice and training so he wouldn't be too good at it.

no problem with starscream going nova, but perhaps you should hold off on doing so for a while. use whatever excuse you may whether it be fighting off the spell or something more novel;) also, he may show up as a projection to the others, though it would be advisable to do it without vira's knowing. if not, I have a workaround in mind, but it may be more interesting if it takes vira be complete surprise:)

last thing. when you go nova, don't destroy unicron completely. I have a bit of comic relief in mind once vira goes home to lick her wounds;)

with that, I am done BAWWWWing. your thoughts gentlemen?

OOC: non spoiler post. GM, you could play this off as Alise being left behind (and others if you so desire). so far, it looks like her sister is more what vira is looking for. (bonus points if Francis does something REAL bitchy) from what I see, Alise, like john, is merely a poor, misguided woman who is a product of living in a society that values money more than love, friendship, and all that other corny stuff.:)

OOC: ok, cancel the TG. we will discuss here, though GM may not want to read further lest there be spoilers.

now first thing. falsus and the gang I would like to be left alone from starscream interfering... for the most part anyway. I was intending on having falsus and maybe the rest of them awaken hidden powers and kick megatron's/galvatron's sorry patootie. the little spell earlier was an alarm to tell you when to talk with falsus again. basically you can tell him Ross is there when he actually makes an appearance. (i'm planing a bit of comedy ate that point in the form of excessive mockery and harassment like what you pulled with the pie thing;) )



Certainly.


also, peyton is to be left completely alone (I know you haven't done anything with that yet this is just for future reference), but I will tell you when it is ok to interfere.


No objection.


if starscream went godmode, then I have nothing to do with it. that falls very short of Ross's abilities. the spell only counteracted the effects of viras improved seal spell. neither side is expecting starscream to become a god.

technicaly speaking, If he is a god, he would have full understanding of emotion, the composition of the soul, and it's connections to ones strength and power, so I suppose he would know a bit about the datavice. though this is arguable seeing how he's basically a newborn in terms of gods. as a newborn, he would be considered low level. such understanding may be reserved for the higher ups:).


Technically, Starscream never went godmode. He just came up with a new theory for Life, the Universe and Everything. He used the Sunstone to check it out, and it held up to his first test. It wasn't a very controlled test, either. Starscream would make a horrible scientist. He's still as much a limited being as he ever was--he's just a rather cathartic limited being, at the moment.


falsus should already understand the basics of his datavice. the force is not something he can just get though. he is still restricted to his original abilities. they are only enhanced. if he knows the force, it's because starscream allowed him to know it's workings instantly through collective. even so, using it would take practice and training so he wouldn't be too good at it.


Agreed. All consistent with the post. Falsus used a simple levitation. He didn't foresee the future or mess with the cosmos.


no problem with starscream going nova, but perhaps you should hold off on doing so for a while. use whatever excuse you may whether it be fighting off the spell or something more novel;) also, he may show up as a projection to the others, though it would be advisable to do it without vira's knowing. if not, I have a workaround in mind, but it may be more interesting if it takes vira be complete surprise:)


He already showed up as a projection. Sorry if I didn't make that clear. Vira knew, though. He's too stuck up to not let her know that he's found a way around her spells. He wants to annoy her.


last thing. when you go nova, don't destroy unicron completely. I have a bit of comic relief in mind once vira goes home to lick her wounds;)


I was planning on having this happen several light years away from Cybertron. It wouldn't destroy anything.


with that, I am done BAWWWWing. your thoughts gentlemen?

I'm a diesel geek, not a gentleman. :) :) :)

vira was outraged. how DARE he do such a thing when HE was in the palm of HER hand!... wait, how COULD he do such a thing? to do so would require a very complex spell and an understanding of the coordinates to send his figure to. it was obvious that the god was getting a stronger hold on reality through the transformer. normally, they would not interfere to much, but this seemed to be an exception. his control over that power was becoming...unpleasant. the simplest way to deal with the situation was to acquire the small stone. using it, she would back-hack the stone. she would drain the argent welp until he was too weak to resist her. his power was highly disturbing. it was enough to constitute a threat to her. to her hold on worlds anyway. if it escalated anymore, she would have to summon a dark god. she would do so now, except it would appear to be a desperate move. not to mention such actions had a price, usually a task. if the god she summoned was not satisfied with defeating an opposing god, it would ask an annoying favor of her. she would finish up here, and then she would go and collect her prize.
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the begining of this song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dFtlg1gRS4&feature=related
begins to play

galvotron nonchalantly knocked starscream out of the way.

galvatron: you don't stand a chance borg.

he grabs optimus and flings him at falsus. both are knoked against a wall.

galvatron: this form was given to me by the original unicron, long before vira freed the god from this body and placed this lumbering beast in it instead.( tenticals start coming from the walls and connecting to his back) I, when in this form, have a link with unicron.

tenticals behind luke and aniken morph into lazers and hit them from behind.

galvatron: YOU HAVE NO CHANCE OF WINNING!

powerful lasers come down from all around barraging them until they are all on the ground.

galvatron:HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. it's true that you brought most of your troops on this mission right prime? and what about you zero? your comrades are on those ships are they not? once you fail, I will make sure to hadn't deliver them to our torture chambers. because of your failure, they will be tortured until they go, as you say,"maverick". their will be excessive torturing of sparks. in many cases, the weaker ones will break first and then join us in torturing the not so weak minded. and lets not forget you borg. you have proven to be quite annoying. I will make sure that your people know that their commander failed his mission. you could have easily escaped with everyone and not stuck your nose into this, but instead, you choose to leave your troops alone and go off parading with a bunch of fools you didn't even know. now the captain won't even be able to go down with his ship. (he grins) that is, of course, assuming that they don't escape on their own and leave you to rot. but of course, you don't need those pesky bodies right now.

(he begins to charge a large laser)

hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...

OOC: don't feel like continuing this post right now. maybe later on tonight or next week.

Everyone (apart from Alise's single outburst) stood back in shock they knew better than to meddle in things like this, they were obviously getting caught between 2 very powerful forces... They had already been sent away once, what else could happen to them.

All but Francis...

"Alright... I agree... give me the power I deserve." she spoke, her voice getting deeper and darker and frankly quite creepy tone.... she wanted power,m she wanted money, she wanted it all.

OOC: Awesome post, HH. Great use of the characters, and great action.

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Falsus shook his head to clear the cobwebs. If Prime had fallen on top of him, his consciousness would have been looking for a new body.

There was only one way that they could put down Galvatron when he was like this. There was no question in Falsus' mind that he could defeat each of them...but all of them? Possible.

"Forgive me, Prime," he said. "This is the only way I can get us out of this mess. Please, please don't fight it."

He extended his absorption tubules and loosed another course of nanoprobes. In a moment, he could feel himself aligning with the mechanical mind of Optimus Prime. With a mind like that one--so full of concern for others--it was no wonder that the big, burly Autobot was the leader of his kind. He'd never had time to truly acquaint himself with his new intimate--but, now that he understood Prime's values, he was proud to call the mechanoid his friend.

Enjoin the others, he sent. It's our only chance! It'll wear off in a few days! Bringing up his Borg shields, he levitated at full speed to the unconscious forms of Luke and Anniken. Soon, they would find themselves in a new awakening.

And, while he was at it, he shared his new knowledge of the datavice.

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The spell began to squeeze, as Starscream knew that it would. His time spent projecting himself back into his original reality had caused him a critical distraction. He was running out of time.

First, he isolated a small bit of space in his little bubble universe--a bubble within the bubble. Then, putting himself in its center, he tore it out, leaving himself alone. Finally, using the last shreds of his connection, he destroyed his creation--and Vira's spell with it, returning all of its energy to the Polyverse.

He smiled. That would have to smart.

Still, his first ploy had failed. Vira had seen through it without even knowing that she had seen through it. He had failed to contain her in that bubble universe, and she had immediately concentrated on one of the weaknesses of his plan: it left his friends almost undefended. Fortunately, despite all the evidence to the contrary, she still thought of him as the old Starscream, her Starscream--the one who cared for no one but himself. That had left the New Borg free from her influence. All the better. It was going to take him a while to get ready for his second move--his final move.

To be sure, Ross was somewhere in the mix--and perhaps he needed to be warned of what was happening on the Garbage Man Camp's new home.

Destroying the last remnants of his bubble universe, he reappeared in the derelict Garbage Man ship.

"Ross," he said, "I'm not ordering you here, but we need to talk. I know that this is a bit much to ask, but I humbly request an audience."

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7th of 20: Two bandits, four O'clock low.

19th of 20: I see them! They're locking on! Help!

20th of 20: I've got your six, 19! Maneuvering for a shot...steady...steady...now! Veer up!

19th of 20: Veering! They've locked on! HURRY!

20th of 20: Dragon One!

2nd of 20: Moving in for a shot!

19th of 20: Incoming!

20th of 20: First TIE fighter destroyed. Second in my sites...now...locking...

5th of 20: Watch the scissors, 2! They're tricky out here!

19th of 20: ARGHHHH!!!! I'm hit I'm hit!

2nd of 20: Copy that, 5. 5! TIE ON YOUR TAIL! I'M LOCKED! Dragon One!

20th of 20: Dragon Two!

5 of 20: Can't shake him! He's got a lock on me!

7th of 20: Status, 19! How bad are you hurt?

2nd of 20: Sit tight, 5! I'm coming for--.

5 of 20: Can't get loose! He's FIRING! I'M--UHHHHH!!!!!

19th of 20: Starboard engine is a mess! Can't keep up the battle!

10th of 20: Understood.

2nd of 20: Dragon One...scratch one more TIE fighter.

7th of 20: OK, gents. 19, 2, give me full reverse throttle on my mark...MARK!

2 and 19: FULL REVERSE!

7th of 20: Now, hit those four fighters with everything you've got!

2nd of 20: Firing photon barage!

19th of 20: Dragon One!

2nd of 20: Winged him!

19th or 20: Hit--he's gone.

2nd of 20: Lining up...photon barage...

7th of 20: Dragon One!

19th of 20: Lining up second target...

2nd of 20: He's hit!

7th of 20: He evaded the missile! It's re-acquiring.

19th of 20: Photon barage! Killed.

9th of 20: I'm taking fire here! Somebody help!

7th of 20: Missile has locked on new target! Well, 2, looks like that guy you winged a while back is...killed.

9th of 20: Ahhh! Subspace grid weakening! Somebody give me a hand before my shields fail!

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The TIE fighters were good, but the Borg fighters were better. The kill ratio was something like five or six to one. Still, the Death Star could send entire squadrons of fighters out, and there were only 20 ships for them to contend with.

Didn't matter that much. Emperor's Choice was in range now--and she was already oriented for her next maneuver. In a blaze of energy, her point defense weapons came online. From that point on, it wasn't even a battle.

It was a massacre.

John had been involved in the dogfights and his performance and manueverability, matched the others in his squadron. While being able to physically withstand much higher G-Forces, he didn't want to particularly draw attention to himself. If he was visibly "better" than he'd be an obvious target.

It seemed very strange to him, these borg wanted to help him, they were eager, they were one yet at the same time... different.

These thoughts passed through his electronic brain and that shared with everyone there.

With the last of the TIE fighters being mopped up it was time for the Assault directly on the Death Star itself.

1st of 20: Prepare for the start of Stage 2

10th of 20: Copy that, one. All remaining fighters shift to anti-point-defense mode.

may not post today, though might. good news is that it is SPRING BREAK:D:D:D. so I can post a lot during the week. the bad news is that my teachers went and gave me homework:upyours::headbang:. may post later.

OOC: Fine. I'll be here.

Dastardly Stench;13515957']OOC: Fine. I'll be here.

OOC: Ditto

OOC: sorry I took so long. tis shall be a BIG post

IC:
Ross received the message from starscream via telepathy.

Ross: Oh rly? hmmmmm... ok, I think I can pull it off... in a second. my boys are in a bit of a pickle at the moment. megatron went and turned into galvatron. if they can't get out of this, I may be forced to step in. i would prefer they do it on their own however. that is why I told you not to tell that I was here. one of the reasons anyway. anyhow, I sense urgency in your voice, so mind spilling what the emergency is. while we wait to see what happens?
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the feeling washed over the other world haven members. it was an interesting feeling. for optimus and hotshot, it felt EXACTLY the same way it did when he preformed a fusion with another transformer. a few files on the stte of the mind during fusion were called up. instantly, the WH servers transfered the data and all the contractees were able to see info on other examples of fusion. (this particular data was partially locked away from collective sharing, however, certain details were released.)
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Prime's thought's:have I failed as a commander? in the end, is my brother the one destined to win?...

flashbacks______________
hotshot: yo, red alert! if you think you are sooooo smart, then I chalenge ou to a race!
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bumblebee: yes sir. I will complete the mission for the good of cybertron sir.
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red alert : we couldn't have done it without your leadership optimus
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no. he hasn't won until my spark has left my body for good. I will not let them down. they are important to me...(datavice glows)
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hotshot's thoughts: It dosn't matter if I die right now. the others can take care of themselves.

flashbacks___________

prime: this is our new young recruit hotshot.
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red alert: kid, your fifty years too young to be challenging me to a race
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bumblebee: you are young and immature on the battlefield. but you have potential.
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prime: today, you have proven yourself hotshot.
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but they believed in me. what kind of soildier would I be if I cowered in feer of a baboon like this? I won't let him touch the friends I have made and fought with for so long.(datavice glows)
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zero's thoughts: I have been with X as long as I can remember

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zero: come on X, yo have to get much stronger if you want to beat sigma
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X: who's weak now zero? hahahaha
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zero: take my sword. us it to defeat sigma. LEAVE ME. GO!
X: ok, I will go, but I'm not leaving you. after I kick his ass, I'm getting you out of here.
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zero: you don't have time! the fortress will explode any minute! you will never make it carrying me.
X: zero... WILL YOU SHUT UP AND LET ME CARRY YOU PLEASE I need to concentrate.
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even after we found out about my horrible past, he stayed my friend. now, it's time to protect him for once.(datavice glows)

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anikens thought's: luke has never known a father. It is my fault even if not me personally. I have been able to provide him with the father he never had. I will protect my son no matter what. I can't die here. I can't leave him alone again. (datavice glows)
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luke's thought's: I finally have gotten to know my father. after leaving him that day he sacrificed himself to save me, I thought that I would never know the true him. heir was no way I will let him be taken away again. (datavice glows)
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(insert falsus stuff here)

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the scenery has completely changed now. they are completely in the sanctuary of their soul. their is a giant door that is closed. their are no walls, only darkness. only a giant circle covered in ancient symbols covers the ground. petra and peyton are fighting

petra: awww tired already? (starts beating p on peyton. peyton falls to the ground) even at your full power, you are no longer a match for me. (kicks her) I have been training for months since we last met. what have you been doing? I know! you have lazily been tring to keep your power a secret! instead of training, you have been getting away with simple basic training when you could have been doing much more. I have trained hard every day to prepare for you. looks like it was for nothing. I'ts ok though. I will simply have to take the little power you have. soon we will be one again (chains from the ground snake up and hold peyton despite her struggles. petra turns and begins to walk towards a light through the now open giant door) the first thing I'm going to do is have Ross kill my master. and then, while pretending to be still good, I will stab my dear brother in the back. I will go ahead and kill brock, mom, and dad too once I am done with that. petra crosses through the door and it begins to close.

peyton flashbacks_________________________

Ross: mr. tickle spider smells a peyton
peyton: (giggle)
Ross: mr. tickle spider SEE'S a peyton
peyton: AHHHHHHHHH!
Ross: MR. TICKLE SPIDER TICKLES A PEYTON!!!
peyton:hahahahahahahahahahahahahah no stop! ahhh hahahahahahah!
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brock: (under covers) growl~
Ross: oh no peyton! the slime monster is coming! run!
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mom: (reading a story) and then, out of the birds egg hatched a turtle!
peyton: (giggle) thats silly!
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peyton: daddy is fat!
dad: ooop. no all this (pats belly) is muscle)
peyton: (giggle)
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Ross: peyton. do you know why we fight. do you know why I choose to continue to fight instead of staying home like brock?

peyton:...

Ross: it's because we have the power to help people. their is an old saying: with great power comes great responsibility. it is our duty to help as many people as we can. the same way you save the bugs when the dogs try to eat them on those times when we go home. but thats not the only reason. all the people we protect are our friends and comrades. they are very precious to us. when someone is precious to you, you fight to protect them. and you continue to fight until you win by convincing the bad guy to be good, beat him, or you die. it's not over until you are deader than that rock over there. never forget that peyton...

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peyton: it's not over. (the door swings open again one of the chains snap)

petra: WHAT! petra turns around and the room seems to stretch to reach her the door closes behind her)

peyton: i'm not dead. Until I can't move anymore you can't win (datavice is glowing another two chains snap)

petra: no... i won... I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! YOU CAN'T JUST BREAK OUT! I'TS NOT POSSIBLE! IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE MINE! MINE MINE MINE!

this starts to play

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0UhJtPmcFk&feature=related

peyton : I
luke: won't
hotshot: let
zero: you
aniken: hurt
falsus: those
prime : who

all together: ARE PRECIOUS TO ME!
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all the chains break and four wings, two black ones and two white ones come from her back. one set is feather wings while the other is bat like (one wight and one black each)
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datavices: datavolution

galvatron fires the shot

light surrounds them all.
luke: luke skywalker master form

aniken: aniken skywalker master form!
luke and aniken now have long flowing cloaks.

zero: zero super armor activate!
zero now looks white.

prime: optimis prime super mode!

OOC: imagine a super form for falsus. it can range from completely changing form to him just being all glowy:p

i imagine a scene like one of these:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7d_64kUric
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJhWzd9E7k4&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOnjqP86dRY&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TnFkEJGR1A&feature=related

the streams in the last one are similar to the datastreams from the datavices.... YA I KNOW. SO MY CHILDHOOD AFFECTED MY IMAGINATION ALRIGHT GEEEZ :p

"You might not believe this," Starscream said, "but I've suffered a series of revelations. I should've guessed this, but, while I was outside the stream of the universes, I noted that your fate and Vira's are intertwined to the point of inseparability. I cannot defeat her without also defeating you--and defeating you is not acceptable.

"You are doomed, Ross, to an existence of constant strife--just as are Peyton and Petra. There is a difference, though. You and Vira have no hope for reconciliation. They can end their strife by recombining. But I digress."

"The best that I can do is to drive both of you from this universe--and even that will not be permanent. This way, as species in this universe transcend its confines, they can have the opportunity to join you and her on a more equal footing. Together with your new, more powerful allies, you may, in fact, stand some chance of ending your crusade.

"If you're interested, I'll tell you how I can do this--with your help--and the terrible cost to me that it entails.

He shook his head and laughed sardonically.

"Who would have thought that a beast like me would one day be talking about something like this? You do see the irony?"

"Oh--and don't worry about the boys. My bets are still on your group. Optimus Prime and Falsus are both cut from the same cloth: the worse things get, the more they rise to the challenge."

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Falsus' thoughts:

What have I done? All of these beings are here because I brought them to this! They could all be purged from existence, and the responsibility would be mine!

[Pictures form as Falsus remembers Shrevel, Starscream, Optimus Prime, Hotshot, X, Aniken, Luke and the rest. They change increasingly quickly as he considers Omigott, Zell and the countless souls who live on the New Borg ships.]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

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Falsus tore into a conduit on the wall of the tubular chamber. He screamed as he pulled out a high-tension energy conduit, his Borg shields just barely keeping it at bay, and, with it, energized the wall that led right to Galvatron's ombilicals. Now, the volunteer subcollective joined him, bolstering his abilities even more.

All:

NOT TONIGHT!

Ross was barely able to contain his laughter. he nearly laughed out loud

Ross: hahahah oh wow hahahaha you described it sooo perfectly! ya, me and her are practically the same age. here is how fate played with us. me AND vira's DNA re the result of centuries of inter-dimensional and interspecies breading. I have the natural abilities of millions of species and cultures. so does she. now the chances of two children being born in the same era, on the same world, in the same dimension, and having similar situations in terms of DNA AND BE COMPLETELY UNRELATED... you do the math on that one. fate has been messing with us from birth. we both know that if either of us die's, we will rule for a while, and then someone else will come along. thats the way things go I'm afraid. It's slightly unerving that my sister has stepped up to fight so early. fate may be about to replace us. hehe...

anyhow, about our plan. you could try it, however, be warned that a variety of things can happen. none of which include what your envisioning. either A. your plan will fail in it's entirety, B. it will work for a while, then a way will be found in. or C. their will be negative reprecusions to your move because your tring to take away from fate's fun. basically, you get new shit to deal with. in other words, no sooner do yo get rid of us, then some other great evil will break out. such is the nature of the balance.

the final thing to address here is my sister and her battle. apparently, you have gained a whole lot of perception. I take it that the girl my sister is fighting is named petra. from your statement, I gather they can merge into one. ... well that IS interesting. looks like fate is being bitchier than usual.

anyhow, lets hear your plan. I get the feeling that I may have to deal with little miss Im-An-Ass soon. as a mater of a fact, i will need to concentrate on protecting certain people in a moment without her finding out I am here, so lets make this fast...

vira smiled. her smile matched Francis's creepy voice.

vira: no need to to choose through competition. you are obviously more suited to this than she is.

she takes out her datavice and a stream comes from it and surrounds Francis. she feels power flowing into her. it feels amazing. she hears someone screaming. she soon realizes that it is her who is screaming. but the screaming part is separate. that part feels excruciating pain as though her heart was being riped from her still beating chest. it is her good side that is in pain. she hardly feels it however, because her good half is small and weak. it begins to be sealed away inside of her.

she comes out and knows that she could take on all her comrades in a fight if she wanted to. (you can imagine an outfit and weaponry for her) she begins to laugh with delight at the power.

vira: anyone else?

"...and, in the explosion, all this comes to pass. But it's only temporary. A mere forty billion years. And they'll all know where to find me. In fact, with your help, I can form a planet around that star just for the purpose."

There seemed to be a song playing in Falsus' mind. Then, he realized that it was something that the entire new collective that he had formed was sharing. At first, the words seemed indistinct. Then, they clicked in...

We are all greatly to blame.
The pain will find us
No matter where we go

Until the end of time.*

He didn't like the song, thought. It was too downbeat.
He thought up a new one, and it started to play...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pymWF6CM5Rw

It was older, but more to the point.

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OOC: *Translation, latin lyrics, "The Last Crusade," by Epica.

OOC: lol, the last crusade was not ACTUALLY heard. it was just cool background music for the fight cus it sounded cool.:) of course, an Invincible is fine too.

Ross: hmmmmm. I must say your plan is interesting. blocking out vira would be nice. can't say I'm pleased about being blocked off myself. though, if we do this right, I may be able to look into setting up permissions.... no, there is a danger to that. she could eventually hack the whitelist even if the dimentional seal were heavily incripted.... what about an authorization protocol. that could work if their were a conscienceless to handle the actual granting of permission to access this dimension. if you think that god is trustworthy, which I so far feel to be the case, then he/she/it can handle that aspect of it... if it's not too much trouble of course.

now, their is only one tensy wincy little problem with your so ingenious plan. if you weren't aware before, then I feel it is my sworn duity to inform you that YOUR GOING TO FUCKING EXPLODE!!! if you WERE aware of this, then fuck you for telling me about this. true, my spell expertise combined with your newfound spell knowledge would make things go smoothly. but you could have sought help from the god in that department. now that I know your about to kill yourself, I am faced wit a choice you see. either A. I can come over there, fight you, kick your ass, and knock you out so you can't do it, then try to fight vira in a weakened state, or B. I can give you the thumbs up knowing that your going to die. theres something my concience will be thrilled about. god WHY DO PEOPLE ALWAYS PULL THIS ON ME! I HATE CHOICES LIKE THIS DAMIT!............ok...I'll approve. but I won't like it. tell me your thought on the ideas I mentioned earlier and then send me the initial spell structure. I will have the system do some number crunching, and send you back the the algorithms. you will have to do part for the sake of time and because it will be your spell. but I can get most of the hard logistics taken care of. It may take a few minutes to prosses though because it is a VERY high level formulaic spell.

oh, by the way, like we expected, they pulled through. your buddy falsus looks nice with his new glowy nanobots there. optimus is looking just as large and in charge as ever, zeros gone all white, and luke and his pop are looking very master jetiish. ohhhhhh thats got to hurt...

Starscream couldn't help himself. He just had to laugh. It was a mirthful laugh, not meant to be the least bit insulting to Ross--and it felt wonderful. Of all the gifts that the New Borg had given him, the ability to laugh with a friend--to feel as light as a feather--was by far the best.

"Ohh, Ross," he said, "you're looking at it from the multiverse point of view! You can't escape the laws of physics without losing the ability to influence them. Well...what happens if you can get a further level outside of all that? What happens if you can get to...the polyverse, where the laws of nature themselves become putty in your hands?

"A being who could do that could be here and not be here. He could form the sun so that it would become a vehicle for his consciousness. Far from dieing, he could live for billions of standard years--and watch the gates during that time.

"Don't you see the beauty of it all? Here are a few of the equations I worked out...they should help..."

Three Minutes Later

"There is a teensy weensy problem, though. You should have already figured it out. That's right--you and I don't have enough energy combined to pull this whole thing off.

"This is why we're going to get Vira to help us."

Starscream smiled his wickedest smile.

OOC: Sorry for the delay's In posting...

Francis' is now wearing a read leather Jacket, underneath a plain black shirt, for her pant's they are also Leader but black with Red shoes. She's got the whole Blood and Death motif going on through the usage of colours.

The sight was itself scary, but power was theirs for the taking who wouldn't in their right mind take it, the 3 remaining officer would agree, to follow Vira and to follow Francis, they would know for now that they would be the same.

However, Alise didn't...

"You're promised power, for servitude... do none of you see the paradox there? It's not your power, it's hers, she'll just use you all and throw you away. Just like the rubbish we deal with everyday."

"You know Alise, I've got the perfect answer to that... " and with that she struck a blow to her stomach, "and here's addendum..."
adding another punch "oh, and here's how it works with this..." performs the final punch. "I think we might keep you as a punching bag... It would certainly do wonders for morale.... hahahahahahahaha"

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Meanwhile... For John and his pet. They started to dash towards their target heading towards the main destruction power beam of the Death Star. He used the full capacity of the manuoverability of the Borg fighter, not requiring to deal with the G-Forces created he was able to take the fighter to it's limit and make it shine.

1st of 20: I'm on final approach, I need a decent distraction

Emperor's Choice is in range. Commence firing graviton hellbore. Continue closing on target.

Prophet's hope coming to bear in 3...

10 of 20: Siblings, plow a row.

[i]...2...

4 of 20: Point Defense NEUTRALIZED!

...1...

10 of 20: We've done all we can for you, brother 1. You're on you're own now

A Super Star Destroyer is coming 'round the Death Star's edge! She will open fire in...

10 of 20: Fighters engaging!

Firing graviton hellbore!

OOC: not making any major posts tonight and may not till next week. major problem with your post. the problem is that I have not posted galvatrons defeat yet, and he still has the stone. I have been focusing on our other plans because they are more urgent and the timeline I have in mind needs to catch up. also, marioneta, if we are going to do the sealing off thing, we may need to factor in that this new storyline is starting to form with GM. so far, it looks like we are working towards some kind of civil war or takeover. if vira is kicked out, that is rendered null. could we limit the range of the seal or something. also, once Francis starts having happy happy happy fun time, You are free to get involved, once you get GM's permission of course.

1st of 20: Thank you all, this I must do myself.

And with that his ship closed in on the emitters for the main Death Star weapon, as he got closer, the speed of the ship and it's angle remained constant if it didn't change course soon, it was going to crash into one of the structural supports. Which wouldn't do diddly squat to the actual weapon, but make a nasty protrusion into it.

It would more of a nuisance than anything, one would have to think what sort of suicide mission is this guy on? but then again perhaps it wasn't but what could live in the near vacuum of space?

OOC: I've sent you a TG WH with my ideas on the Francis situation.

OOC: not making any major posts tonight and may not till next week. major problem with your post. the problem is that I have not posted galvatrons defeat yet, and he still has the stone. I have been focusing on our other plans because they are more urgent and the timeline I have in mind needs to catch up. also, marioneta, if we are going to do the sealing off thing, we may need to factor in that this new storyline is starting to form with GM. so far, it looks like we are working towards some kind of civil war or takeover. if vira is kicked out, that is rendered null. could we limit the range of the seal or something. also, once Francis starts having happy happy happy fun time, You are free to get involved, once you get GM's permission of course.

OOC:

I apologize. I had presumed from Ross' comment that the folks in Unicrom had made it through that this meant that they had defeated Galvatron. Since this is obviously not the case, I have deleted that portion of my post. I'll wait for you to move that plot line forward. Thanks for setting the record straight.

galvatron fired his beam

galvatron: VICTORY IS MINE!... WHAT!

the beam stoped short as it was blocked by everyone working together. they then prepared to attack as one.

galvatron: HAHAHAHA so, you awakened your inner powers. but even then, you are no match for me. I have both the stone AND unicron! you have no hope!

falsus then reached into a wall as the others attacked. his now enhanced nonobots spread towards galvatron.

galvatron: HAHAHAHA- WHAT! VIRUS!... UGGGGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The tentacles turned on him and started to send electric jolts down him. just then, the attacks of the others were unleashed and hit at the same time. galvatron collapses.

galvatron (beat up): no... not yet... you forget (standing) I STILL HAVE THE STONE! POWER! I NEED MORE POWER! (begins to glow) YOU CAN'T DEFEAT ME! i HAVE AN INFINITE SUPPLY! (glows more)

prime: brother! wait!

galvatron: I WILL USE IT! I WILL USE IT ALL! (he starts to drain the main stone through the little one) HAHAHAHAHAHA- UGGG- AHHHHHHHHH! glows brighter and brighter) NOOOOOOOOO! (beams come from him. their is an explosion and he falls down unconscious and very fried in the explosion the small stone has mysteriously disappeared.)
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Ross: WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE! I didn't know that you had gotten permission to act as guardian. you did get permission from the god right? only they can provide you with that kind of existence.

also, good point about the lack of power. this is a huge project. as a matter of a fact, we may only be able to seal off part of this dimension. for one thing, we only have one god from here helping us. other dimensions gods won't have as much authorization. perhaps I can convince the sunstone god to ask for favors from his pals in his realm. as an added bonus, I could contract you. it would give us both a bit more power. every bit helps.


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OOC: need a bit more info on you GM. is your whole population androids like john? info like that would be helpful.

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OOC: need a bit more info on you GM. is your whole population androids like john? info like that would be helpful.

No, most are actually human but we do basically have members from practically all racial groups too. Including AI's which have the same rights as any other group

"Much as I would like to, I can't contract with you," Starscream said. "If I were under contract, as long as I was in this universe, you would be, too--and so would Vira. And it's not 'god,' it's 'gods.' They were quite explicit in appearing as more than one individual--twice. This is another reason why Vira has had so much trouble co-opting their powers. There's strength in their numbers."

"They told me to use the sunstone to--and I quote--drive Vira far away from here. I can't think of any way to get her farther away than by sealing her out of its entire 600 billion or so light year expanse.* I'm sure they'll be happy with my solution, limited though it is."

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Prime: Looks like Galvatron won't be bothering us for a while.

Falsus: Now, we should be getting out of here. Without the small stone, Omicron will revert to Vira's control.

Zero: Funny how, even though we won, it sure doesn't feel like it.

Prime: It will soon enough. Galvatron and Starscream out of the picture, there will be an imbalance in our forces that Vira will be hard-pressed to make up.

Falsus: Good. How do we get to the point where we can press this advantage?

X: I hate to say it, but we could use some egress.

Falsus: Who can keep this place stable while we leave?

Luke/Annikin: We can. Enjoinment has allowed us to use our knowledge of the Force together.

Luke: It has also put to rest the few doubts I had about my father.

Annikin: And I of my son.

As the group began to make its way out of the huge robot, Luke and Annikin were hand in hand, father and son, protectors of all that was good.


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*OOC: approximate figure, given that we currently receive light from no more than 130 billion light years away.

Ross:ah, thats true. you don't know. your contract status would be very different as a dimigod. your contract would only give you an easier time of contacting other gods. you could request backup if someone you can't handle tries to break through. falsuses is different in that he is basically one of my solders. all contracted are solders, though they may not actuality be part of the military. in other words, normal contractees would either go fight or stay at home and protect their home worlds. I would not even have to be here for contract to work. though, communications might be a good thing though. what we are tring to pull off here is something that I normally do over time. the more contractees either of us have, the more jurisdiction we have over an area. if the ratio tips enough, we can purge and seal out the other. what we are doing is speeding up that possess considerably as well as making it large. normally the worlds have to be close to make the seal large. this will give more air space to the worlds. multiple gods are pleasing news, though, they may be part of the same entity or something. though, that, I can now find out for myself (admires the mini stone, then closes eyes he then opens them again) helllllllooooooo? anybody home?

(OOC: time works differently while he communicates with the stone. basically, whatever conversation he has happens in a millisecond)

vira snaps her fingers. above the baren planet, a portal appears. through them comes two large ships.

vira: on board those two ships are 50,000 minions. make them respect you and they are yours to do with as you please. and as for you. (turns to alise) I promised that I would not hurt you. but your comrades made no such promise. (turns back)do with her what you will. I have important things to attend to. she files up and turns back) I expect you to have control the next time we meet.

with that, she flies off faster than one can see.

OOC: don't leave the main chamber quite yet. also, for your plan with vira to work, I need to know how to set up the situation. we can work out the details in a surprise flashback later. also, considering sending a surprise starscreams way. so expect complications.;)

Ross:ah, thats true. you don't know. your contract status would be very different as a dimigod. your contract would only give you an easier time of contacting other gods. you could request backup if someone you can't handle tries to break through. falsuses is different in that he is basically one of my solders. all contracted are solders, though they may not actuality be part of the military. in other words, normal contractees would either go fight or stay at home and protect their home worlds. I would not even have to be here for contract to work. though, communications might be a good thing though. what we are tring to pull off here is something that I normally do over time. the more contractees either of us have, the more jurisdiction we have over an area. if the ratio tips enough, we can purge and seal out the other. what we are doing is speeding up that possess considerably as well as making it large. normally the worlds have to be close to make the seal large. this will give more air space to the worlds. multiple gods are pleasing news, though, they may be part of the same entity or something. though, that, I can now find out for myself (admires the mini stone, then closes eyes he then opens them again) helllllllooooooo? anybody home?

(OOC: time works differently while he communicates with the stone. basically, whatever conversation he has happens in a millisecond)

Things didn't happen as Ross planned, as he tried to get into the stone that way he has quick glimpse of the true nature of the stone. It wasn't just this unknown dieties home that Ross wanted to talk with, it was more, much more and yet nothing at the same time. It was as if he could for a moment saw everything that was happening, had happened, will happen, not just in this dimension but in everywhere in every conceivable time-line in every conceivable physical universe using the rules of physics. There was too much there for him to even consider and he had only a glimpse before the connection was shut, by the sheer magnitude... a built in safety, if you'd like to call it such.

But in any case he wouldn't get in contact with the beings he was seeking that way, however there was something moving in the distance, something that just shouldn't be there. There were three figures in the distance, what they were, who knows they seemed to be blurred, unable to be focussed on.

They didn't seem to be moving.

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As for Alise and Francis... Once Vira left... Francis turned to her and smiled a nice sweet soft smile, however in the context it was rather unneverving for Alise. "Don't worry Sister." she said brushing back Alise's hair.... "I won't kill you, I've got a much better use for you." she said continuing to smile.

"Untie her!" Francis barked, to the bilwilderment of the others around. "You can't clean everything in this base tied to the pole now can you... oh and use the potent chemicals, though oh, dear we seem to be out of protection equipment for you. Oh dear."

OOC: No problem with the surprise. I never meant to imply that things were going to go the way that Starscream planned them. I was thinking that Ross could lure Vira into one of those Bubble Universes, under the pretense that, with Starscream's aid (and that of the gods who are empowering him), he could actually defeat Vira once and for all. She, of course, would fall for this hook, line and sinker--she would "see through it" and realize that there was no way that he could possibly win, so she'd come there and take him on. Then, he'd pull all his followers in there to help him. So...she'd bring hers. This would conveniently remove all the characters external to the universe of this thread from said universe. Then, when she attacked, they'd use the energy of the attack to form a seal. They'd seal her in the bubble universe and then out of the universe of the thread. They'd exit the bubble universe. Of course, she'd eventually get out of the bubble universe, but this one would be sealed off.

This is all VERY corny. If you want to change it, PLEASE DO!

:) :) :)

@TGM: Did I neglect to mention that I know a guy who has every known episode of Dr. Who in his collection, and lends 'em out?

Recently saw "The Five Doctors." My solution to the checkerboard was closer to correct than yours. It was three up, one left, four up, one right, off. The fact that the actors turned the scene into an immortalized out-take (it was actually quite humorous watching the guy who played The Master try to keep count of the digits--if it had been real, he woulda been fried on his second pass--not to mention that The Doctor got the digits of pi wrong) :) :) :) doesn't change this. Yeah, I suffer from intellectual pride. Goes with the 150 IQ. :) :P :)

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IC:

"It would appear as though our gracious hosts have returned," Starscream said. "I think we should accept their implied invitation. Just a moment--I've got to check on something." He seemed to phase in and out of reality for a moment. "Hmmmmm," he said when he came back. "Maybe we can invite them to help the people they imprisoned on that Garbage Man planet. It appears that Vira's paid them a little visit. Then again, Ross, you may want to look things over yourself. Looks like the old girl's throwing a bit of a party. Don't you just love parties?"

Ross: Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! (breaks connection) well, this sucks. built in defense. what a novel method of keeping people out too... awww shit, they want me to meet them physically. I would have preferred talk with them in white space. regardless, I can't meet with them NOW! theres no time using this meth- wait IS DAT SUM TIME FREEZE!

looking around, he saw that the others had stopped moving. Ross disappears and reappears where starscream and the gods are.

Ross: oh, hey guys. wuts goin on in this sector? ah, starscream, I have been spying a little on the garbage men using a little spell. unfortunately, most of them went along with her. there is one who didn't go along with her. though, her reasons for doing so seem to be rooted in mostly logic. I don't know if I can help her too much. any contract I offer is likely to fail. even so, we may be able to at least save her. though, her planet may be in trouble. so far, her jurisdiction with those people exceeds my own. I can only offer contracts to them. unless they accept some, I am bared from interfering. there has to be enough people from the home world contracted for me to send people or even myself in there. at least to fight. if she gets enough control though, I may even lose that. I am sure that you guys (addressing gods) aren't allowed to do much more than cause a bit of bad luck, and you (starscream) are likely to get fucked over the same way I would. interfering with another territory is likely to cause you to lose no matter haw much effort you put in. usually though a mysterious string of bad luck.(turns to gods again) You guys know what I'm talking about right? in other words, the only hope for her world is for either,A. me to have misjudged her and the contract to work, B. for her to suddenly become a lot more moral in character, or C. for someone else from her world to show up who is eligible for contract... WAIT! that other guy who was from the Garbage men, I believe his name was john was it not? tell me, what is his mental state as of now. are you allowed to tell me?

OOC: still don't understand how we would use vira's power to make the seal. need to know that in order to properly prepare.

OOC:

@DS - May you smell like elderberries and.. um yeah! :p

IC:

They seemed patient though Ross seemed had a case of verbal diahorrea...

"Ross, yes we know... John, how can one define a mental state for a robot? he is merely reacting how he was programmed to. He crashed his craft on purpose into the Death Star so that he could open up the main weapon conduits and allow his companion to eat the 'excess' and 'wasted' energy that forms the basis of their main weapon - neat idea."

Another one of them took up the mantle of speech now and they continued on another point that Ross raised.

"We are well aware of what Starscream knows it is us that shows him. As for those from 'the corporation'. They vy and deceitfully plot the downfall of others for their own gain. They will learn the consequences of their actions and by seeking power, they will find out that everything has a price. Someway or another."

The third had something else to say... "We know all to well, every action has an equal yet opposite reaction, interfering were you don't belong results in a re-balancing of that equation but when you act on both sides of the equation to maintain balance then the system stays in check. You Ross are the different side of the same coin as Vira. You are forever linked to her and are responsible, in a way for her evil deeds, just as in a way, she is in part responsible for your good deeds."

All three of them spoke together,

"This universe is now unbalanced and acting as one we must, John will be the one. Ross take that smaller stone you have to him offer him the contract. You will find that he is quite open to the concept. Oh and one other thing, when we arrived time had frozen, you wanted your parley Ross, you have it. Starscream knows where to find him.

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Back on the Death Star...

John had managed to pull out some electrical conduit and was just about to do the silliest thing he had ever done. The calculations told him that he would 'die' or at least be short-circuited by the overwhelming power that ran through, but in the end predictions worked out that the Borg would be able to at least re-produce his body, if not his software and memory's the things that made him what he was. He was just about to do the unthinkable when something crazy happen a small wormhole or something opened up and dragged him and his 'pet' onto a planet.

He was inside a cavern of a cave the sound of water dripping echoed throughout it's interior. Leaving the mouth of the cave he looked up into the air and saw the 2 ships that Francis had been "given". In the distance using his hi-resolution optical sensor, he was able to magnify what he saw. He located the "camp" and was able to identify Francis with Alise being pushed along behind. The cronies following up the rear making Alise didn't try anything "funny". Soon they were taken up on-board the lead spaceship where Francis would try to make the people that ran it. Respect her.

"Hello, John," Starscream said. "Forgive us for conspiring upon your person, but it seems that fate has a great deal in store for you, if you choose the role. Now that you've had a chance to experience the New Borg Collective, there is a decision that you must make. The others whom I work with are all organics--they don't completely understand a fellow mechanoid as I do.

"What you just did was unprecedented--you defied your self-preservation directives for the sake of people whom you had barely gotten to know.

"Well, I have a favor to offer you. I can reprogram your directives, if that is what you wish. I can make you less of a capitalist and more of a free agent. I will not ever make you a hero--that would be contemptible--but, if you like, I can offer you the chance to choose your own destiny. Either way, you will soon have other offers to accept or decline.

"What say you?"

The differences between the Borg and the world that he previously knew where numerous, he had an exact number though for once the numbers weren't the point. The point was that there was something that he felt connected to something beyond. He was so used to people seeking out their own benefit with no regard for others other than for what they could get out of it.

"Yes, I know, you are also aware of the explotation of loopholes, especially ones that being part of the collective provide that the directive programmer did not even consider. I have seen things and now know things that no one else in the Corporation knows. I am different than I was, my directives as they are no longer reflect my expectations, I have been exposed to things that they never expected me to be. I no longer wish to follow the directives nor the pattern of life I previously had. I have disabled the security protocols that prevent my directives from being altered...."

Meanwhile he surveyed the what was going on... he needed to wait for Starscream to re-program him before doing anything otherwise weird things could occur. The thought about what Starscream meant about fate passed through his processor.

In a moment, it was done. When the reprogramming was complete, it was as if a great burden had been lifted from the Garbage Man android. He was now truly free to choose his own destiny, in ways that he had never been.

"My work here is done," Starscream said. "Now, I'm going to do something I never, in my wildest dreams thought I'd ever do: sit on the sidelines and enjoy the scenery."

With that, Starscream disappeared.

New pathways opened up, new concepts started to form.... It was almost like John was back in his 'familiarity training' time. Things that had been cut short because of the limited directives that he had now expanded out. He finally was able to appreciate things as they really were, not only that he was now able to act on them.

He realised that with the long chain of interconnections that this would cause a whole lot of strife... but Starscream told him to "sit on the sidelines"... but he wasn't under the command of Starscream, he was an equal. Able to make his own decisions about what he should do. It was obvious that Vira had given someone here that starship... which could only mean trouble.. especially if she took control of TGM.

Then he realised something... TGM was so spread throughout the universe that should Vira control the HQ she could have her Tendrils spread through all of occupied space. The thought terrified him... he needed to do something and do it now... but how and with what? And then it hit him... Starscream may not have made John a hero, but he certainly allowed John to be so. This was all him, he could now step out into the world on his own, with the knowledge and ability given to him by the rest of the Borg.

He knew he was a 850 Series Model 106 Terminator, but still he knew that he faced a challenge that would require extra help. A one robot army could not defeat everything that Vira and whoever was her dupe lay in store for him. He paused as if by baited breath... There was something that needed to happen before he could continue.

"Oh, one small thing," came Starscream's voice. "Can I have your permission to put your trash slime back in the gun mount on the Death Star. It should only need to be there for one shot."

OOC: just to clarify my earlier failure. I was venturing into a part of my storyline that still needs a good explanation. basically, I need a reason why Ross can't just rush in and kick the living snot out of everyone. I am playing this off as the original two enemies of a world have to duke it out on their own as sort of an ordeal. even with her new troops, she will still have to face the "main characters" of her world (aka alise and john) otherwise referred to as "axises" of the world, personally. this established who has initial control of a world. ross or vira. viras minion wins, she invades, Ross's contractees, win they become part of the interdimensional alliance. in other words, contractees become the defenders of the world. Ross interferes, then the high up gods make things turn out wrong and he loses anyway.this is basically one big excuse for the main good guys and their personal arch nemeses to face each other.

IC:
"I know I know. but if either one of us stops, the other wins. it's like a game of RISK with two people beting their souls."

Ross closed his eyes and looked through the little bubble spell he had spying on the space rock. he noticed john pop out of the worm hole

Ross: now were Ross grined at the gods.

"careful there, too many unexplained phenomenon might make the higher ups mad.

he then noticed the change in john, though it was hard to see looking from the outside through a spell.

"nice job starscream!, you just helped him fully form his soul. it was only half of one before. probably less than that before your guys enjoined him. he is complete now and contactable. his only hope of taking them on is a contract. I see that the time freeze has caught him now. ok, lets talk bussiness. now that you allowed john out of it for a second, vira's datavice may pick it up and disable it for herself soon. we must therefor be a bit quick about this, unless you think that now is not the time of course.

now first of all, Mr. gods, might I know your names, and would you be interested in backing me? benefits include connection with a wider range of gods, and me becoming your personal puppet to send out to do your dirty work and to , in general, fuck over constantly (grins).

I also offer you my contract starscream, though, it's function may become merely one of communication soon, if not reverse to were YOU are backing ME instead. the main reason I am offering it is for easy coordination of the spell

after we deal with this, I will go offer contract to john. while you are doing that, I will be gathering energy. I forgot that their was a source of it that was usable. it might be just enough to pull off the spell...

"A coin can never be only heads or tails... by the very nature of the coin at one point the otherside will come up to the top." One of them spoke in a metaphor once again before adressing the matter at hand.

"You will never become 'a puppet' of ours. It is just not how we work, however we shall back you merely for the reason it is compatible with our goals. As for a name... We've never had one, you may use any name to refer to us, Though we have taken a recent shine to 'The Three Monkey's'"

"It's time for you to go, we've already been involved than we should. Your actions will have our blessing..."

And with that they disappeared and everything was flowing as it normally did.

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John glared at Starscream for a moment... "What are you upto?" It wasn't the fact that the Trash Slime was vulnerable, they were very resilliant to many forms of attacks, it was more than that, he questioned an authority... The fact hit him, he would have never been able to do that before, one of his directives where blind obedience to the main authority with others in position of authority being required to be obeyed if it didn't contradict other directives or the main authority orders.

It didn't matter, it was because of Starscream that he could do that, he owed Starscream a lot, and he had learnt to trust the Decepticon, something which might of been a contradiction in terms. Was now perhaps the thing most real to John. He smiled for a moment... "Of course... You know what it can handle."

OOC: Trash Slimes have a specific weakness and being hurtled at the enemy at speed isn't it....

the gods disappeared. Ross looked at his datavice.

datavice: contract accepted. backing acknowledged. adding information for the Guardian Monkeys Of The Sun

Ross: hmmm, Hope I didn't insult them, I didn't mean literal puppet. (grins in thought) funny how Fate tends to enjoy spinning that coin on its side. oh, spells done, lets set that up. (a small magic circle appears around starscream and then disappears.) ok, the outside energy source is linked, building up, and ready to feed the main spell. anyway... now how about you sta-

thought:oh, he's in conversation right now. ok, I suppose I can wait a moment for him to finish. lets see. the link spell that I sent was originally for the girl, but she's not ready. john though is... Wait! the collective, and the enjoining... loop hole? I see, what an idea. that would help her along... wait a minute, if the gods are gone then that probably means...FUCK THE FREEZE IS OVER!

starscream!, sorry to interrupt, but I got to go. (releases an energy stream and forms a datavice.) this is a blank datavice. using this, you can contract with me when you feel like it witout me having to be there. anyway, later. (he flies off)

thank god we were fairly close. (wow, what a literal thing for me to say) I have just enough time to be there for a minute or so before her. in the mean time...

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OOC: will wait for john and starscream to finish there conversation.

Starscream picked up the datavice.

"I'm sorry," he sent, "but, for reasons already discussed, our relationship must remain informal."

Then, he took John's companion and moved it gently back to the emitter nodule of the Death Star. It was just powering up for its next shot.

2 of 20: ...oming ONLINE! What's your status, One? One?

ZAP!

The emitters of the Death Star powered up... and each shot their shot their deadly stream of energy at the convergence point. And they all reached ... saved for one... the one that blasted itself right into Trash Slime.

Now for most living things they would be vapourised instantly, however there was something different, something almost unexplainable happened.... The energy kept flowing into the Trash slime but there was no energy flowing out. However there was a waste product itself generated. A bit Ironic for a trash-slime.

If anyone could actually see what was happening there it was... a strange sight.. Batteries, high amp-hour and high voltage batteries were being formed and ejected from the Trash-slime. It had eaten all the "psychic energy" from it which seemed to naturally transform it into a most wanted form. Stored energy...

As for the Death Star beem without the last emitter all the energy that the Death Star did output did not have anywhere to go and so it just pooled and pooled at the convergence until...... there could be no more.

2nd of 20: Everybody get out of range! That sucker's gonna blow!

Zell: Recall the fighters. Use the transporters. Quickly!

In a moment, the fighter craft all disappeared.

Shrevel (from main transporter console): Fighters recovered.

Zell: Shields to maximum. Come about, zero eight zero mark zero niner zero. Engage the Super Star Destroyer point blank. Fire Graviton Hellbore. Target main power system. Flank speed and, whatever you do, don't stop these ships!

A lot happened at once. First, the energy that had collected at the Death Star's convergence point detonated.

BOOM!

Then, just as the blast hit, Prophet's Hope fired.

WHAM!

Emperor's Choice, still acting as a partial shield, took the brunt of the shockwave. Meanwhile, the whole thing propelled the two cube ships behind the Super Star Destroyer. Moving faster than her targeting system could compensate, Prophet's Hope tore a gash in her adversary's hull, detonating one of her rear fuel tanks in the process.

Both enemy ships were crippled...for the moment.

Falsus: Good shooting! Now, all you've got to do is find a way to neutralize Unicrom! He's coming back online!

Falsus' shuttle landed in Ross' ship with a soft

bump.

Ross continued to fly to his destination he then closed his eyes as he flew. first he sent a mental question to starscream. he could not send too many more. as it was, he would not be able to use mind abilities to fight now due to the strain. mind stuff, he could do easily, but his stanima sucked.

starscream! question: can you enjoin people quickly or is more required? in other words, can you enjoin as fast as I can contract? I will await your reply

after reciving the reply, he focused his atention elswere. a small glowing sphere floated down to john and then formed into a goast image of Ross.

you sure are being dealt a lot of shit today aren't ya john. (shrugs) whether it's good shit or bad is up to you. anyway, names Ross. I am sure that you have learned a bit through that collective of yours. I assume that you know about my contract and what it entails. (looks over at the ship) might I suggest taking my offer at least temporarily.

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the 1/4 planet sized raised it's energy shields but was so thrown off balance by the laser backfire, that the shot that would have broken through only with trouble to deal a normal amount of damage, instead proved critical.

speekers:abandon ship. melt down eminetnt. repeat, abandon ship

the soldiers on board started using their few remaining fighters to escape towords unicron. (over this there was much fighting). once the fighters had gone, the remaining ones used there datavices to emergence teleport back home, though a few remained behind in fear of what punishment awaited them. electricity surged across the deathstar and it then exploded with great force. the seemingly indestructible, and somewhat confused trash slime was then flung off and attached to one of the fighters...

John smilied "Yes, over a brief period of time alot has happened... new experiences, new pathways and perhaps for the first time. I'm not inhibited by my programming anymore, and yet I have never felt... I feel..." John spoke as if the word had taken on a whole new meaning To feel, his programming allowed for various emotional states but these states were purely for visual mimicry, they didn't mean anything apart from the alterations they caused to the way he responded to stimuli.

However now, he actually felt emotion... he was mere Robot AI with a biological skin designated as "John". Now he was John.

The brief tangent however was noticed and John returned himself to what was ahead of him. "Contract me... as quickly as you can I don't think we have much time to spare if I am to stop this right now."

His words were forceful and determined he had choosen his course and he was going to complete his mission. Whether or not it was given to him by these mysterious monkey gods.

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As for the Trash Slime it hung onto the fighter as if it was superglued. It tried to eat the ship but it couldn't, it was very wanted, infact it was so wanted it was fought after. As a result there was no way for it to properly imbibe it, and so it merely waited for whatever would happen to happen. (OOC: I presumed it hand clung to a HH Fighter and not a Borg one)

Mental note to Ross: if the subject is willing, and aids the enjoinment, even faster; if the subject allows it, almost but not quite and if the subject is against it, not even remotely.

So much to do, so much to prepare. Unfortunately, Starscream didn't have time to spend on the poor girl. She was much as he had once been--trapped in her culture's frame of reference, limited by her inability to transcend it. The Decepticon-turned-Borg-turned---well, whatever he was now, there simply was no truly accurate term, though "demigod" came close--regretted that it was beyond his power to save her directly.

But the one thing that he could do, he did. He contacted John. He informed his fellow mechanoid of the dispositions of both the girl and his pet, and advised (but did not order) him to act on these things.

With that, he faded from this reality, maintaining only a tenuous grip while he gathered power for the task at hand.

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T'Kon: The explosion's caught the Death Star! She's going into meltdown!

Omigott: Get those Omniphasic shields up NOW!"

Zell: All ships, rig Omniphasic shields and engage when ready.

Vox Populi: Shields raising...raising...up

Omigott: She's blowing! Shockwave approaching! Three...two...

Zell: All hands, brace for impact!

Omigott: One...

Whoooooosssssshhhhhhh!

Ross: great! ok,

ross recites the pledge and asked if he accepts the responsibility. upon his answer, ross holds out hand and in a flash of light, his datavice appears in it. he then tosses it up flips it and catches it)

contract system activate!

the energy stream surrounded john.

datavice:scanning....... contract approved

a light comes out of john and when he took it, the light flashed away and he was holding a datavice of his own. on the screen were the symboles of the garbage men and the borg combined into one symbol.

unlike with the enjoinment, john would feel no new emotions. rather, he would feel like his emotions empowered him instead.

Ross: ok, glad to have you. now for your first assignment

he pointed a thumb over his shoulder at the ship

nuff said. also, when you find your friend on there and see about offering her enjoinment. upon examining you for a bit, I have a theory. though it may not work out the way it worked for you. you know what I'm thinking don't you? finally, this is a stealth mission for now. you WILL be horribly horribly raped if you go in guns blazing. at some point, I will try to send some back up. any questions?

"I'm already one step ahead... I have a plan. Vira can't be allowed to take control of the corporation. If she does she will have her fingers spread out through the entire galaxy, and perhaps even beyond and she will have won this universe without really trying... As for the plan, I can now put it into action." He smiled a strange smile as he set out with a purpose seemingly heading straight for the centre of the little outpost, or camp that had been set up.

It was busy, people packing it up and getting it prepared to be stowed on the ship before heading off to the Garbage Men's HeadQuarter world to kill the CEO and take over operations.

As John entered, he made no apparent attempt to hide his iddenty as he kept going for the central point of the camp, "****, That's What-is-face John.... a T-850. Crap, go get the Terminator Distabilizing Inhibitor." one them said as they commanded an obviously lower ranked peon to get the gun. John's pace didn't quicken or slow. Infact the only words that you could decribe his pace was "constantly moderate".

John altered his course towards the one that spoke, himself not saying a word, his face seemed emotionless as he kept his pace towards the "puny human" Who seemed to be quite scared of what John might do to him. The man stumbled back as he tried to talk John out of killing him. Soon John was right on top of him. He started to reach out before the human managed to yell. "Fire it you fool!" John turned to look for who he talked to, it was the underlying that was carrying a rather large looking weapon, he was comically trying to just to hold it up as he manage to switch it on.

A ray of some kind of energy, it looked abit like lightning but different. John seemed to be wracked by the energy as he was shuddering and violently shaking through the energy. Soon, he simultantously froze and wet limp at the same time. His head and arms fell, as if the servo's that were controlling them disconnected. While every other servo was locked in place.

Standard result when any such TGM Robot with advanced AI "died". The superior grabbed what seemed was some kind of tool, he flicked it open to reveal a short stubby knife. Which he hacked away at John's face revealing the metal underneath. "His eyes, they're out.. he's dead. Good... "

"What are we going to do now?" asked the random underling who had by now dropped the Terminator Destabilising Inhibitor leaving it on the ground.

"Idiot. You know the SOP, leave nothing behind. We were never here. Just for that you have to get that pile of trash up into the ship... on your own, and take that inhibitor with you. We won't need it anymore." the man started to walk off as the underling started to drag John along the ground. "I swear boss that this robot's making it easier for me to drag him."

"Don't be silly, he's dead, the lights in the eyes have gone. That's one of the few things that you can be certain of, so stop slacking and get back to work."

The underling was left alone dragging the "dead body" of john and the inhibitor along. They were clearly to heavy for him and awkward to manage but somehow he did manage to do as instructed. The inhibitor however had a minor accident and was out of commision until someone could repair it. Though he didn't know how that peice got loose, he have to go back for it eventually, but he was quite busy, and didn't have time to do much with it.

As for John he was teleported onboard amungst other junk and placed off to the side in one of the cargo bays.

Falsus: Absolutely not! You know our steadfast rule: we never allow the individual to come to harm through the inaction of the collective!

T'Kan: But the trash slime isn't a member of the collective.

Falsus: No, but it's the beloved companion of one who is, and it's saved countless New Borg and other lives. We need to treat it with the respect that it's earned.

T'Kan: Beloved? He's a terminator. He can't love anything.

Falsus: He loved the collective.

Starscream: He loves it now.

Falsus: Starscream! We thought you'd left us!

Starscream: I'm back, but cannot stay. The change has come upon John. Every mechanoid must go through the process of emerging sentience. John went through its final stage with us. He has emotions now. He's joined you, Falsus, as a knight in Ross' brotherhood.

Falsus: All the more reason to save his friend!

T'Kan: But it's on a fighter heading straight for that metal monstrosity! If we get too close, we could be sucked in and...absorbed!

Falsus: All the more reason to start now! Look at what we've just done--crippled Vira's strike force without fully contracting! Certainly, if we can do all that, to save one life is not so difficult a task!

Zell: I side with Falsus.

Vox Populi: Falsus.

Omigott: T'Kan.

Shrevel: Falsus.

1 of 20: T'Kan.

2 of 20: Falsus.

3 of 20: Falsus.

...

52 microseconds later...

The collective has decided--we save the trash slime.

Zell: Prepare fighters for launch. Prophet's Hope, Emperor's Choice, come about and set course for that fighter.

Falsus: We have a new mission.

Starscream: Falsus...

Falsus: Yes, Starscream.

Starscream: Your little contractee subcollective and I need to chat...privately.

no major post this weekend (possibly not for a while due to finals late work, and other cancerous aids infected problems) also thought that I should mention that you don't know where the trash slime is now. starscream can search the general area, but he will not know it is on unicron. I think I can use it in a rather humorous end to him. do not worry, If it can survive a shot like that, then it can survive a lot. just to be sure, I will take precautions. TGM, can you TG me or post the properties of the trash slime. don't want to do something impossible with it. also, don't move too far ahead with falsus and the gang till I can make my next post. as soon as school ends, I will be able to post more.

Falsus: So what you're telling us is that, if we remain under contract, we'll have to leave with the rest of Ross' forces.

Starscream: If my initiative is successful.

Falsus: Not making things any easier for us, are you?

Starscream: I know. I'm sorry. Some things one simply cannot have both ways.

OOC: WH will send you you a TG in a moment.

IC:

As for Francis after boarding her ship, she gathered all the crew together. On half of the room where everyone that had gone with her from the corporation and on the other half the crew. She started address everyone, it was very crowded inside the ship was obviously not made for a crew this size.

"As you all have properly guessed this ship and all it's crew were given to me by Vira herself... As the smarter ones amung you might know, there is too many people here for the ship to properly accomodate. As such we are going to play a game... Those that win... continue on with us, and those that stay behind." There was a weird tone to the last phrase she spoke as if there was more, much more to it.

You will be handed out codes which will make the displays on your PDA's go red or green. In 3 hours the people with green codes will win. no two codes can be entered in the same time, thus ensuring adequate numbers.

She gave a nod as the codes were started to be handed out....

Soon... was the first fatality a TGM high ranking officer got killed and his code stolen. After removing the code from the deceased PDA the new crew member got a code.

This was exactly what she wanted... make them fight each other for a place on the ship. It was all going perfectly as Alise just stared in dis-belief.

Shrevel: Wow, buddy. You can do all that?

Starscream: Let's hope.

Shrevel: Oh.

"Good Morning Starshine" starts playing through the mind of the collective. Several members temporarily drop out.

OOC:will post in a day or two. had to deal with finals and coming home. I am out of college for the summer now so I can post more often. also, let me just clarify something.

being under contract does not mean that I take your guys away. they are still GM and borg citizens. basically, they are simply designated heros now. when contracted, the become a hero. if the whole planet contracts, then it's a planet of heroes to defend the surrounding planets/galaxies/dimensions ect. world haven is simply a few systems of planets that work as a gathering place for heroes from all dimensions (think of it like a super, HUGE, and very diverse Justice league with Ross as the head). this command base composed of a few planet systems. they are connected to many of the heroes home worlds that are not completely under control, but are defended and sealed from hate haven (big bad Legion of Doom). the goal is to eventually make all the worlds connected to world haven into utopias filled with good people. (hate haven is, of course, the opposite).

in other words, you can stay contracted and never have to leave your people, though assistance could be requested sorry for the confusion.

ps. the thing I am planing may put a kink in our seal plan (actually, it's already a stretch as it is. I'm trying desperately to make it not look "thrown together"). Right now, I think I have a plan assuming the trash slime idea I have works out. but it kind of sounds like an excuse. if either of you can provide a little "twist of fate" to supply more power for it, then go ahead. the more the merrier ;) . it's a huge stunt we are talking about here and we are already pushing it when it comes to sources of energy.

OOC:

What contracting does is link the contractee to Ross, and, consequently, to Vira. To seal Vira out, you have to seal Ross out, and you can't do that if even ONE contractee from either is left in the universe. That is why Falsus has to choose between staying with Ross and staying with the rest of 'em.

This, of course, can be used as the basis of one of those "unpleasant surprise" endings... :) :) :)

OOC:

This is confusing...

We probably all should basically know this is going to end, my gods would be in favour of Starscream's sealing out plan. However have probably interefered as much as they are going to do so.

If we do properly Seal Ross-Vira out, it opens up the opportunity for an RP for the seal to be broken. Which I'll probably perfer to do as Nova Bazalonia rather than TGM

OOC: not quite dastardly stench. with the system we are putting in place with star scream, starscream would be able to choose who goes in and out. the only ones who are intertwined with vira are Ross and his siblings. you would not be linked. you are simply an ally that has been supped up. besides, it's too late. vira hates you now anyway and would have gotten to you eventually. you could revoke your contracts, but all that would accomplish is making our interactions harder returning you to your original strength, and making you loss the obligation to help others (no power, no responsibility).though you can still help others even though your not required to.

also, TGM, interesting idea. we ma do that eventually. maybe involve a new nation or something. :)
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Ross almost acted, but he trusted the robot. he smiled when he realized the plan. though it would be risky if someone fairly powerful found him. as a matr of a fact, e senses someone familiar aboard the ship.

Ross: awww shit. not him. should have expected it though. well, contract should partially protect him from THAT. though, the enjoinment might make him completely immune. oh well. good luck, captain.

the ghost image of Ross disappeared and he was fully back in his own body.

Ross: just in time. all right.
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many of the minions began to fight, but a few more intelligent ones did not and turned and turned to Francis at the lead was an orc.

Orc: and why should we listen to you human? why don't we just throw you all off and keep the ship for ourselves. of course, we would keep one of you so that we could take the planet ourselves.

the others stoped fighting and stopped to listen.
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falsus and the others boarded the ship. they are in the ship bay. (OOC: I assume that the others have been informed about starscream)

Zero: good work guys. looks like unicron out of commission for the moment. now it's only a question of destroying him the old fashioned way.

mohoro (on monitor shes on the other large ship): their shields are still up but if we combine our laser shots, we should be able to...

everyone stops: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGLEyc8fP6c&feature=related

starts playing.

everyone falls to there knees. falsus feels an incredible pressure and an irrational fear. he is so terrified that his eyes are wide and he is shaking uncontrollably. he can't explain why he is paralyzed with fear. it is out of his usual character.

vira: so you are the pawns Ross has used this time. (smiles wickedly at falsus she has long black hair, a black cloak/cape and looks, and technicly is, about 19 years old) including a new one. how nice.... beg.

~crunch~

if you beg for your life, I just might make you a slave.

it takes a lot for falsus to resist, but he is made of tougher stuff and the collective helps him resist. his resistance annoys her. she grabs him by the throat.

Vira: I don't think you understand the alternitive. first, I will take you home and torture you until your screams can be heard a whole mile away. by hacking your collective, I can make your entire people understand the pain you will be feeling, even if they can't feel it physically. ~crunch crunch~ Then, I will force your to watch footage of our people being killed in horrible ways. finally, I will use various methods to take control of your body. you will be forced to kill your closest friends over and over again. weather they are holigrams or not does not matter though I am sure I will have some live victims for you. your thoughts and sights will be forcefuly transfered over the collective. not even your youngest will be able to get the visions out of there heads. and then... and then they will abandon you. they will forcefully block you from them. oh the look of horror and sadness on your face when that happens will be beautiful. ~crunch crunch~ the shear pleasure I will derive will be incredible.

but first (drops him) I can't resist having a little fun first. I really should deal with you first, but in the presence of someone so innocent ~crunch~(turns to the monitor where chii is pictured looking concerned for everyone) such an innocent, nieve little persocom aren't you girl. this is your most important person is it not?

an image of hidaki:http://animevortex.engine.ca/images/poster/Chobits.jpg

apperes. an image of chii apperes next to it. fake chii then throws itself onto him and wires come out of her head. the wires start choking him.

real chii: NO HIAKI! DON'T HURT HIDAKI!

fake hidaki: NO CHII! PLEASE NO!WHATEVER IT IS I DID, I'M SORRY AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

?chii?: stop it (she's shaking with rage)

vira: oh! I forgot that you shared a body with your sister. no mater, she can still experience it through your eyes, even if not as harshly (holds out her hand and Freya, chii's sister, is paralyzed and forced to stare)

the wires which have sharp edges start tearing at the illusions flesh while it screams

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH!

the illusion suddenly stops. and freya is freed. everyone feels the irrational fear subsiding a little. vira looks at the ground and starts to shake. her fists are clenched and there is poison in her voice. the reason for this being entirely due to the fact that Ross was sitting in the rafters, looking down. in addition to this, he was eating a bag of chips with nacho cheese dip and was drinking a large icee slurpy drink.

Ross: oh don't mind me. don't want to interrupt the show or anything.

vira: how... long...

SLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRP!

Ross: oops. what was that? I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you over the sound of ma slurpy drink.

she turns around, looks at him and shakes her fist

vira:HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN UP THERE MOCKING ME!!!!

Ross: (counting on his fingers) lets see... divide by four... carry the two... according to my calculations, enough time to put a kink in your plans AND piss you off. hmmmmm. jugging by your face, It looks like my math is perfect! (sucks up the food into his datavice and jumps down) what do you say we take this where there are less distractions.

Vira: (grinning) whats the matter? afraid your pawn will be destroyed in the cross fire?

Ross: (frowning)there not pawns. there allies, friends, and companions. (smiling again and shrugging his shoulders) besides, they would be in your way too.

vira: they don't seem very much in the way to me! (shoots an energy ball at falsus.)

ross tries to block it

vira: I anticipated you would do that!

the energy ball changes course and circles around behind him a small energy shield blocks it

Ross: and I anticipated that you would anticipate that I would do that! what are we? L and Kira? (grins at his own joke) lets face it. it would just be you atacking them and ma blocking. eventually we would both be worn out and then, these guys would be able to take you easily. now lets go damit! I've been waiting for months to have a go at you again.

vira: (grins) as have I

they both disappear...

Francis was too concerned with getting everything ready and gloating over her sister Alise to really care about anything else. This was compounded by the fact that the group that had transported John's body onto the ship to be processed at a later date had died in the competition with those that were given to Francis by Vira.

The pile of junk and other miscellaneous items had in this time started to pile up on top of John. Which started to shift as the robotic frame of the emergent Terminator arose through the. The lights in his eyes flicker on again.

"That was rather unpleasant." he spoke to himself, which was the first time he had ever actually done anything like that. The gun was designed to totally erase all of his objectives, hence as a result giving him no programatic motivation which should of resulted in his programming shutting him down, it nearly did to, it was only as a result of his emergence and the enhancement of his... soul, becoming a knight in Ross's service.

John had pondered re-growing his flesh, but decided against it for the pure "cool" factor.

He started walking through the corridors of the ship, he was getting looks but no one would take him on, it would mean certain suicide, and anyway, they had no idea that he shouldn't be there. The TGM personnel thought he was one of Vira's crew and the crew supplied by Vira thought he was from the Corporation. His DataVice was located in his hand as strode confidently, no one noticed for they dare not look at him too closely lest they attracted his ire, and those that did see it assumed it was his PDA.

It wasn't that long until he found Francis, he had felt her location, and she had felt his, though she was confident, and it seemed to her that whatever this was was coming directly to her. So, she let it come whatever it was and then she'd dispatch it.

Things were going well, for Francis, it seemed nothing could stop her...

OOC: Falsus doesn't have eyes. They're both cybernetic replacements.

Falsus rolled over onto his knees, balled his six-fingered right hand into a fist and, roaring in fear and anger, slammed it down on the hard metal floor, again and again.

Through the collective, Falsus had been aware that there were arrogant superbeings with whom he might someday have to deal--but Vira's venom and malevolence had surprised him. And the makeshift collective that he had set up was in its final death throes. The river of strength that he had been able to draw from the exemplary individuals around him was reduced to a trickle--and they needed him as much as he needed them.

He had so deluded himself that he fancied that he could no longer feel fear. She had done him a favor by removing this illusion. It was also somewhat complementary that, of all the mighty beings in the ship he was beating on, she had singled out Falsus for particular attention.

And he was so angry that he was going to RETURN THE FAVOR!!!!! He was scared alright, but he had decided long ago that he would rather die than live in fear--and he had never looked back on that decision.

Scanning the deck, he found the closing scar where Vira and Ross had cut a hole in space-time to step out of the universe. With his implants, it would be a small matter to reopen that hole and follow wherever it led, with a vengeance. Gritting his teeth, he raised his cylindrical left hand and brought the graviton lense online.

Something stopped him.

Not now, my friend, it said in his mind.

It was Starscream.

Once, they had been bitter enemies; now, they were the strongest of friends. Of all the outside voices he could have heard in his mind, Starscream's was one of the select few that the elderly borg would trust. There was a plan at work here. He knew it. And he it would be to his advantage to help.

He turned his attention elsewhere. Through the last vestages of the dieing little collective, he could feel the others in the room. Some, Zero in particular, were overcoming their fear as rapidly as he was. Others, though...

DAMMIT! he sent. WE'RE HEROES! HEROES! WE'RE STRONGER THAN THIS! NOW LET'S GET UP AND SHOW THAT DISGUSTING BEING HOW MUCH ASS A HERO CAN KICK!

And that was the last thing that went out before the collective died completely away.

This didn't matter much. Before the entirity of the message was sent, heroes--HEROES!--were already moving to their posts on board their ship.

Vira's spell of fear was broken, and would never be made whole again.

Ross: that was a dirty trick vira.

they are floating amongst a few uninhabited planets in another system

Ross: you know for a FACT that only an experienced ninja can dispel genjutsu mind tricks. let me guess. been studying up on that bastard orochimaru haven't you? but as you can see, even under that kind of pressure, my friends are strong. though I must say I did almost jump in when you started messing with chii. a little trama is good because it makes you stronger, but that was too much. of course, had I said anything you would have continued just to upset me. only way was to mess with you first.

vira: you act ast though I should play fair. yes, while it is to early for either of us to go there, I can still examine the techniques and energy types they use. he will make a wonderful general eventually.

Ross: so will his counterpart once he is with me. enough of that though. allow me to tell you just how hard you have failed. you know that borg, starscream. yaaaaaa your divine stone, ain't gonna be yours. I managed to bust him out of your little trap. I'm even aware about your plot with your newest recruit. shoot, even unicron is down for the count and the deathstar is completely gone. all thats left is to beat your ass and send you home crying.

Vira: you think you have it all figut=red out don't you? as usual, you missed a detail. first of all I have a back up plan for the garbage men. I have not discused it with the other general aboard, bu I am positive that he will use his own methods. unless my new general is as competent as she is twisted, plan B may even become plan A. second of all you have forgotten a detail with unicron. (grins wickedly) I can summon the rest of him.

Ross: lol wut? you know it takes complex rituals to summon a god, and I for one won't give you that sort of time.

vira: no you fool. the spark inside of that bot IS the real unicron. well, a part of him anyway. he has other things to pay attention to, so he gave me a small part of his mind, his hunger and rage, to power the body. because of this, it is much simpler to summon his full self. imagine how powerful he will be once he is fully back in control. and best of all, unlike me who can bring him back instantly, and best of all, you can't summon his brother without complex rituals.

Ross: well... fuuuck. (takes out datavice and talks into it) guys. we have a problem. let me put it to you this way. tell starscream that the unicron he USED to know is about to come back and see what he has to say...

OOC: truth be told, the mythology be hind the original unicron is a bit confusing. I am basically basing unicron on these two articles:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unicron
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Primus_%28Transformers%29

Starscream appeared before Prime, Falsus and the others. Though he still had a corporeal form, he glowed. It was a funny emission--it was difficult to tell if it was light or darkness--but it got everybody's attention.

"Gentlemen, we have a problem," he said. "It appears that Vira is about to completely revive Unicrom's mind."

"Falsus," Prime said, "can you join us in another of your temporary collectives?"

"Not now," Falsus replied. "You're immune. The only way would be to make it permanent."

"Then we can't--," Anikin started.

"We have to hit him now," Falsus broke in, "and do as much damage as we can while we can. Maybe it'll be enough."

"All available units, attack Unicrom!" Falsus said into the nearest intercom. The message went out to everyone in the vicinity--including the two Borg ships. "He's about to revive! We must stop him!"

Zell: Send for reinforcements! Bring all available cube ships to bear!

Falsus: Good! Let's show Ross that we don't need him to make heroes of us!

Zell: Heroism is not an issue here. Our work will speak for itself.

The Collective filled with the Song of the Borg as the two Cube Ships prepared for their new objective.

Starscream started to fade.

Falsus: Where are you going?

Starscream: I've got a loose end to tie up. You know, Falsus, this subtlety stuff is really starting to put a bad taste in my mouth. How ever do you manage it?

Falsus: I don't.

The last thing that Falsus heard through the collective before Starscream completely disappeared was a hearty chuckle.

Starscream: Good. Then you won't mind the fact that John's little pet is still inside of Unicrom.

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"I trust that you've had a good lesson in politics, dear," Starscream said to Alise. "Now, I've got a deal for you. The others seem to think that one's innermost being turns from evil to good and back again in a flash. We both know better. I'm offering you a chance to take another step along the path. You and I both know that you're not up to contracting with Ross yet, but I, on the other hand, am not so demanding. I think I've figured out how those datavices work, and I've got one with your name on it, if you want it. It's a limited mission. Your sister's involved in a power struggle aboard Vira's flagship. Well...I'd like you to enter the struggle and exascerbate it--get them all fighting each other and give...other players time to consolidate their power. In exchange, I'll repair all the damage that your little escapade has done to you, return your body to, for lack of a better term, its factory specifications and, for the duration of the mission, allow you the increased abilities that a datavice embues. It's a sweet little deal, but, be warned, the price of failure could be catastrophic--though I will not be the one who extracts its full measure. You could end up having to deal with not only your sister, but Vira herself, and Vira, as you have seen, can be quite formidible. And don't think of baling. The datavice I have will cease to exist the moment you turn tail.

"What say you?"

OOC: trash slime was actually supposed to be a secret. the trash slime is going to be unicrons downfall in an ironic and and very amusing twist of fate. basicly, where looking at the adventures of trashy the trash slime:) . I actualy was thinking about a more melodramatic way of alise escaping involving john. actually, more of a jail break together. if you want to to contract her now, that's fine (even if it makes things a little simpler).however, there are a few things you should know. lt me describe everything there is to know about the datavice's features.

I have already shown you what a basic one looks like and how emotions power it up, but it does not provide an outside source of power. it only makes it much easier to draw out natural abilities and significantly reduces weaknesses. it can provide a boost by drawing on the emotions of friends, and it can draw out hidden powers from deep within, but is not a source of power in and of itself. the fact that only good people can be contracted is more of a security feature than a requirement. alise can't be contracted unless she is at lest basically good. right now, from what I have seen, she is pretty neutral and a bit misguided. I was thinking that she could become a little better before contracting. otherwise, the her datavice would be very inhibited if it worked at all. I was thinking that enjoinment could help her the way it helped john. the adatavice can also store items by transforming them into energy and comes with a "data blade": a light saber like sword that phases through enemies sapping ther strength. (like the way swords in video games phase through enemies like in devil may cry)

basically, I'm asking that we hold off for a bit on alise and focus on john until they meet up. if you still want to go ahead, then that is fine though.

OOC: How is Starscream contacting Alise? Is it in her head or talking to her with a physical form. Because currently she's being lead around basically as an animal a pet for her to torture and make fun of.

I'll post a response when I know.

OOC:

Two issues here: 1) the datavices and 2) Starscream and Alise.

1) I appreciate the description of the thing, but Starscream didn't copy it, he figured out how it works. He's putting together a version of his own. Ross' version only works for people who are good. Vira's version only works for people who are bad. So...Starscream's is only going to work for people who are neither good nor bad. That's his plan, anyway.

That's what he was thinking, anyway. I'm not saying that it HAS to happen that way. A million things could go wrong. Alise could decide that she just wants to take her chances. Starscream's datavice is, at best, a Version 1.0--and you know what that means. ;) It could have a devastating flaw that no one anticipated. There could be loopholes in the contract. Alise could come over to Vira, and Vira could confiscate the Datavice and use Starscream's innovations against him.

Of course, Alise could always decide that, with Vira so close at hand, she's better off without Starscream's help. I assume that Ross and Vira can tell when someone contracts with some entity other than them...and Starscream has already warned Alise that the datavice would not protect her against Vira.

2) Obviously, Starscream is in Alise's head. If he appeared before her and her guards, he'd have to tip his hand that he was there, and risk Vira's interferance before Alise was even contracted. He was planning on dealing with them if she agreed, but he hadn't made them aware of his presence.

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IC:

John was still in the Collective. He had contracted as an individual, but this did not completely sever his connection.

Starscream popped back in for a moment.

There's a power struggle going on in the bridge of this ship, John, he sent. You may wish to come out of stand-by mode and take advantage of it.

Then, he popped back out.

John was already up and was at the door that lead into the bridge it opened revealing Alise, Francis and a number of others most of the others just doing final preperations for getting ready to go.

As he did so the voice of Starscream echoed through his mind... He was confused as to the content of the message but deduced that there must of been some abnormal time delay. And in anycase there was, this was done at the same time where Alise received her message.

"So John, contracted by Ross and being contacted by... Starscream wasn't it. This is much more interesting than I thought this was going to be." Francis spoke not properly detecting Alise's interaction with Starscream, something was blocking her from doing so.

"You know why I'm here Francis."

"Yes, I know, so ... standard, so un-imaginative, however you are a machine so that is to be expected."

"I thought you knew, I'm so much more than a Terminator now... so much more."

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"Starscream?" she almost didn't believe him but when she saw John and heard what he said about the power-struggle she knew it was on the level. Could she trust him? She had no idea but with John and Francis she knew was going to be used by her sister and without advanced abilities of her own she was going to be just a meat sheild.

"Yes, please."

For a moment, Alise floated in a realm of light. She was weightless, and could see nothing but brightness all around her.

"Sorry about the accommodations," Starscream's voice said, "but I've had to pull you out of time to prevent others from interfering with this process. Here is your datavice." As the words echoed in her mind, the device appeared in her hand. "You have but to press the topmost button to activate the process. When it is complete, you will be placed back on the bridge of the ship that you were in when you were pulled out of time. Good luck.

"Oh, and it appears that I'm going to have to pay your people for this device of yours after all. Price will be paid in full when...this schism is resolved."

OOC: there is an issue you forgot to resolve. fransis has not dealt with the opposition to her leadership yet. also, hold off on alise breaking free. keep it as a surprise of sorts for later. I have a surprise of my own in store after john and fransis begin to fight and it may be awkward to add it in later if alise acts now. ;)
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the lasers from the surrounding ships charged to fire, but as they did so, a menacing laugh rumbled forth from unicron as he came back online. the laugh only grew louder. a force field surrounded the now summoned god and absorbed the blasts

foolish mortals. you can not destroy a god! surrender to my will and I will not consume your planets and sparks

there were few things that could defeat him. one was a lack of power. he fed off of the hostility and hate of mortal beings, so his food supply was not in short supply within this area. the other was for his physical body to be destroyed. while he, as a lesser god, could not be destroyed, he could lose his connection to this reality. to this day, he cursed Primus for forcing him into a physical body. it created too many... complications...

--------------------the continued adventures of trashy the trash slime-------

the ship that the trash slime was attached to landed and the little slime fell off. confused in this new environment, it began to wander around.

soldier 1 (who is, in fact, a humanoid, drooling, warthog: what is that DISGUSTING thing?

soldier 2 (taking out datavice and scanning it): nothing in the data banks. IT MUST BELONG TO THE ENEMY!

soldier 2: capture it quick!

while nothing more than an animal, it still could sense hostility towards it and it began to slime away quickly. it increased the pace when laser shots started coming it's way. while the shots did not hurt it, it was well aware of what they were intended for. it quickly climbed up a wall and through a crack, leaving a small trail of battery poop behind from the laser shots that hit it...

OOC: btw, what do trash slimes eat?

OOC: Hate Haven has a TG

IC:

For now Alise looked at John and back at Francis, her Datavice in her hand seemingly undetected, thoughts seemed to rush through her head, surely this was able to be detected by her or John, but no it seemed it wasn't. She wouldn't be powerless but now was not the time. She didn't want to show her hand and becoming a third side now would just put her in more danger.

John wouldn't hit her or mean to anyway and Francis still believed she could tweak her puppet strings and make her dance, so she was safe for now but she still had a weapon to use her mouth.

"Francis, You know what this means and it's time for you to give up, you cannot win."

"Oh, I don't know John, a terminator with a soul. That opens up a whole new level of play. You wouldn't want an innocent , like Alise here to die because of you now would you? or perhaps you would." Francis drew a dagger and held it to her throat, putting preasure but not enough to break the skin.

"You would kill your own sister to make a point? I didn't learn until recently what true family was and I wouldn't change my family for the world."

"What, the Borg is your family now? and not the crew bewildered and confused, the crew who you captained?"

"Of course they are my family, you can marry into a new family and still be apart of your original family can you not? I am here for them now, I am here because I cannot let you harm them any longer, I cannot let your delusion and your ambition come to fruition."

"So then you have come to terminate me then?"

"In a sense, I have come to terminate your treasonous plans, If I must terminate you as well, then so I must."

"The fact remains that I have my dagger at her throat, so what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to take this fight were it belongs, between us, Datavice on Datavice. I challenge you to determine this matter by a feat of arms."

And with that he flicked his arm. His mechanical hand flew off and came to rest at the feet of Francis, "You are challenging me? What do you think I have a sense of honor that just the hand lies at my feet that I will accept?" she laughed...

"Uh, Sis" Alise piped up "What is it that you want, pet." the word pet had a tone that reminded Alise exactly of the totally subservient and humiliating position that she was in. "I wonder what your crew will have to say about what they might think is cowardly."

"YOU THINK I'M A COWARD??" Francis flew into a rage withdrawing the knife from her throat, but something was going to happen imminently

"No, no, not me, what what might your crew would think."

Francis looked around and read the emotions of those that were around, it was clear what they were thinking, and that she better do it or might find herself on the wrong end of a mutiny.

She growled almost like a bear "You ... You," she pointed her fingers and grimaced a terrifying look at John. "Have yourself a fight. It will be on the walkway in 10 minutes." she turned and left leaving those behind. Those that were there were excited, whoever won they were going to have one great spectacle.

"Uh, what's the walkway?" John asked totally unsure of this ship's design.

One of the crew, some demonic imp thing, smiled back, I'll show you.

The walkways were in a section of the overal vent system of the ship to get the right air to the righ place, The walkway was a single narrow wire mesh bridge over a chasm with large but slow moving fans above and below, it was narrow, if you lose footing, you'd fall to your apprent doom. Usually there would be railingsbut they were conspiciously absent.

Starscream, if you can hear me, we need you. You've got to get down to Cybertron and call in as many favors as possible!

Honestly, Falsus, haven't you been doing your homework lately? Decepticons don't DO favors. They do extortion. They do war. They do NOT do favors.

Then get them to roll out the war machine against that big fat threat to their existence out there!

::snicker:: Already on my way. Couldn't you tell? Half the planet's gone into stand-by alert!

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Starscream appeared before the High Decepticon Council--whatever they were calling themselves these days. He wore a beaming smile.

"So glad I could get your attention," he said. "Now, on to business..."

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OOC: I figure that Cybie deserves a SMALL penalty for dropping out of this thread: that his characters become Protected NPCs that we can use but cannot kill. If anyone disagrees with this, I'll have 'em turn Starscream down and stay out of things.

OOC: Imperial Cybertron is gone, the nation is defunct, that is it has ceased to exist.

We can probably just forget it ever existed, or use them as NPCs as you suggest. I'm fine either way but if we go the NPC we should do a story about how they go.

OOC: I have only basic knowledge about transformers, so if we do npcs, they would be mostly in your hands, though I suppose viras minions could go and offer them a deal of sorts as well. if I do something like that, then I could do a little npcing. as a matter of a fact, I was planing this to be a total good guy victory, but npcing cybertron adds a new twist. the only problem is that it is kind of late in the game to throw them in. we HAVE been ignoring there existence for some tie now so throwing them in could be awkward. we need a good excuse for there lack of "comunication" and inaction. I offer the suggestion that they were too busy pissing themselves at the sight of unicron :D

finally, lol. viras minions probably would have been more impressed with playing dirty then with an honorable battle, though a display of strength is a definite plus :).

"No. We will not endanger all of Cybertron for the sake of a few...outsiders. Leave now, Starscream, or we will drive you away."

Starscream laughed. "I can absorb any energy that you throw at me," he replied. "It would be pleasant for you to attack me--but...I'm not in the mood for a good scrum right now. Enjoy your future--what little remains of it with Unicrom out there."

With that, Starscream faded from existence...again.

About 25 minutes later John found himself on one side of the area choosen for the fight, the doors were closed and to his surprise no one had tried to do anything to him apart from direct him to exactly where he should be for the battle.

The Data-vice in his hand, holding it as if it was the hilt of a sword for it soon would be.

On the other-side...

"Are you sure everything is in place?" Francis asked a minion whom she had given an unusual task.

"Yes."

"Good, now go, you know what to do."

It nodded and ran away, another minion nearby heard this and was curious as to what was going on. However this one made the mistake of actually asking. "What's going on." The pleased look on Francis' face faded almost immediately. The look turned into a scowl as the minion started to back away, it was scared and for good reason. With unexpected speed and force Francis grabbed the minion thrust it up against pylon.

A smirk crossed her face as she pressed her face right up against the minions. She spat she talked, on purpose, "Watch and you will find out." She dropped it down to the ground and started to walking slowly away, giving just enough time for it to get back to it's feet before activating the Data-vice sword and spinning around. The sword chopped the minions head off, before she deactivated the sword again.

"Next person to ask another stupid question, will wish they were him."

Soon both doors opened on a timer and the two combatants faced each other, Alise was strapped in to a position looking from the side of the bridge. The only thing supporting her was what she was strapped into. Still no one seemed to notice the Data vice, it was almost as if it was invisible.

The two walked on the platform, their data-vices whooshed as their swords came online. "So what do we do now?" John asked. "Now you die." was the response from Francis as she came rushing towards John, both with their swords out and ready.

As for Trashy the trash slime he squeezed itself through the hole and came into new surroundings, it's only goals were to eat and to find John, it liked John, it fed him.

OOC: Haven't heard from Peyton & Co. since Starscream so rudely interrupted their little soiree. Any idea what's going on with them?

OOC: I actualy have no idea how the hell I am going to incorporate them into this lol. they are important characters to the backstory of my nations, but I don't have a good way to incorporate them into this particular incident yet. (I was playing around with them being part of unicrons downfall, but I am still trying to develop that)

also, just so you know. the ship is already heading towards GM headquarters. if alise breaks out now, she WILL be overpowered by the sheer number of minions. I am under the assumption that she has not activated the contract yet as starscream stated she needed to press buttons to make it activate. am I wrong in this?

finaly GM,depending on how the fight goes, I would like to use john for a second if fransis wins. do I have permission? (it is a small action)

now, for your entertainment, how bout sum backstory

"How do we stop him, Prime?" Falsus asked.

"He can't be killed," Prime said. "He exists independantly of this universe."

"We don't need to kill him, we need to stop him!"

"We need to destroy his physical body. That will stop him while he builds a new one."

"How do we do that, Prime?"

OOC: I actualy have no idea how the hell I am going to incorporate them into this lol. they are important characters to the backstory of my nations, but I don't have a good way to incorporate them into this particular incident yet. (I was playing around with them being part of unicrons downfall, but I am still trying to develop that)

also, just so you know. the ship is already heading towards GM headquarters. if alise breaks out now, she WILL be overpowered by the sheer number of minions. I am under the assumption that she has not activated the contract yet as starscream stated she needed to press buttons to make it activate. am I wrong in this?

finaly GM,depending on how the fight goes, I would like to use john for a second if fransis wins. do I have permission? (it is a small action)

now, for your entertainment, how bout sum backstory
OOC:
Alise was contracted, however there is something hindering people from recognising that she has been, and will do so until she actually tries to do something, probably not what Starscream intended and may/may not be interference from the gods.

TG me about what you're planing.

sorry i am taking so long to post. it's almost harder than it was at school. parents pestering me to stay off the computer does not help either. :( I will try to post a long one soon. hopefully, I can find the time to get that back story I promised in too :)

OOC: Please preface your OOC posts with "OOC."

(Just posting "bump" wouldda been BORING!) :) :) :)

OOC: I finaly have a chance to post! yaaaay!:)

Prime: there are a few ways to defeat him. he feeds off of hate and war. megatron once sacrificed himself to stop the fighting, but it is doubtful he would do that now. even so,with hate haven around, there is no end to the war and hate to power him, so simply putting him into hibernation is impossible.

he has been forced into requiring a body in order to stay linked to any one dimension, so we could remove the spark from the body. doing so, however, would be next to imposible if we were even still inside him. with a shield like that, it is doubtful we would make it inside.

the last option is to remove his body from his spark by destroying it. but that is also looking pretty grim due to the shield. it would take someone incredibly powerful to beat him. in the past, I defeated him when I was empowered by his brother god, Primus. but primus is not here. we are on our own so to answer your question...(looks out the window sadly) we don't...

-------------------the adventures of trashy the trah slime:---------------
EPISODE 3: SHITS AND GIGGLES
the trash slime popped through the hole... and found itself in space again. it tried to cling to the outer surface, but found that, in it's panic, it had popped a little too forcefully and was now floating in space again. most creatures of a more intelligent nature (and, in some dimensions, some varieties of falling flower pots) would have thought "awww shit, not again". however, the trash slimes thoughts were more along of "I wish I could find john. he is nice. I wonder what he will give me to eat as a reward for finding him?".

the little slim floated for a short bit before it was stopped in it's merry little path. at that moment, unicrons shield had come up. by sheer twist of fate (figures), it had been caught in the shield and was stuck half way between the inside and the outside. most things would have been incinerated, but the trash slime just absorbed the energy while it began to expel a variety of useful energy type objects. It was only a small amount of energy, so the shield was not weakened by much. it as also was not enough of a change for unicron to notice...

OOC: hooray for hitchhikers guide references!

"Then, I suppose that we'll have to rely on Starscream to get his attention," Falsus said. "Providence help us."

"I HEARD THAT!"

Falsus chuckled.

"What do you want me to do, Falsus?" Starscream's disembodied voice asked. "Just APPEAR in front of him, as large as a planet? Do you realize what our combined gravity, and the sudden change in local mass, would do to that tiny little solar system down there, not to mention your ships?"

"Seriously, can you just find a way to bring his shields down? If you can do that, we can do the rest."

"Alright, then. I'll see what I can do."

Something started to drain the energy out of Unicrom's shield, wholesale.

The Data-vice swords clacked and fizzed as Francis and John went toe to toe with each other, parrying and thrusting and whatever else it is you do when you do a sword fight.

It started out very close with the two of them trading blows, soon however it was obvious enough that John had gotten the upper hand his mechanical body gave him a physical resistance that Francis just could not match.

The longer the fight went the more it was going to be in John's favour. Francis had managed to work this out moments into the fight, but how could she take him out with little fuss?

She stumbled back falling over her self, her datavice slipped out of her hand and was balancing on the edge of the walkway. another centimetre and it would fall down away from her.

"Do you give up now?" John asked in a monotone voice. "perhaps, but then I can always.... TAG!" John looked confused for a moment as he heard behind him the sound of a sword emerging from a Data-Vice.

John cursed himself, he should of known, "Who are you?" he managed to get out. "I'm the Vice Captain." he replied. John managed to catch in the corner of his sensor range something being thrown. Instinctively he went to catch it which was a bad Idea. It sent electric shocks throughout his whole body, dropping him to his knee joints.

The Vice Captain had it easy, he plunged the sword right through the middle of John's body and drew it right up and out through his head. John was now almost from his waist up split perfectly in two. Once everything had been done he collapsed to the floor in a right mess. The light in his eyes flickered for a moment before going out, this time for real.

"It was about time you came in, he almost had me there." Francis partly scowled as she picked up her Datavice and turned around to face the Vice-captain. Her demeanour changed as suddenly she found the the datavice sword to her neck.

"What? Ah, you gotta be kidding me."

There was no response.

The Data-vice swords clacked and fizzed as Francis and John went toe to toe with each other, parrying and thrusting and whatever else it is you do when you do a sword fight.


OOC:

<bright-eyed, bushy-tailed curmudgeon in training>

It's called "riposting."

SO THERE!!!!!!

</bright-eyed, bushy-tailed curmudgeon in training>

;)

Now, my dear, Starscream's voice said inside Alise's head, you've probably noticed that I've put an S.E.P. field around your datavice, making it invisible to the others. So...do YOU want to put John back together while the others aren't looking, or do you want ME to try and do it for you? YOU'LL be stealthier, but I'LL have more fun.

OOC: sorry I took so long to post. got distracted lol.

sigma theme: http://www.ocremix.org/remix/OCR00346/

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/47/Sigma_MMX.png/256px-Sigma_MMX.png

the minions bow low

sigma: you must be kidding human. I should not have even needed to come in. and I do NOT take kindly to your... rude way of addressing me. in truth, I outrank you by years. the only reason you are captain is because this is your your world to claim by default and because of your necessary knowledge. vira has not put me with you due solely to the fact that old enemies of mine are in the area. (moves sword closer to her neck) I am also here to make sure that, as a new captain, you don't mess up. I am already disappointed in your pathetic display of power and your decision to kill off half of your forces, including my own personal minions, in a pointless battle. even the weakest solider can act as a shield. a captain can fall under the power of a million weaklings. pitting them against one another is a pleasantry saved for after the world is secured. remember this. (removes sword and begins to bow) however, until I determine that you are as incompetent as your first impression seems to have made you out to be, I am humbly at your service.

(gets up and turns to a few minions) bring these two to the prison chamber. strap the robot down and prepare him. as for the woman, she can watch as her rescuer undergoes his... attitude adjustment. we can watch as the girl dies later by novel means...

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unicron noticed the sever power drain. this was immediately stoped

Unicron: getting a little arrogant with your new god backing aren't we... starscream? (he seemingly reaches into thin air [er...space] and pulls starscream out) surprised? the deal for helping out vira is that she uses her contracts with other gods to partially lift the pathetic restrictions of a body placed on me by my brother. I am somewhat more than a mere giant transformer now. (starscream breaks from his grasp) But it would appear that your slightly less... helpless and pathetic then you were before. far more than the little pile of scrap in my spark chamber right now. which reminds me...(there are a few screams) there. now there are no pests inside. don't look so horified. I spared the strong ones. they have been sent back to vira's domain. they are hers to punish. I will not steal that pleasure from her. but those (points to the other ships) are not hers. there is no need to let her have ALL the fun (he throws a punch and it hits a corner of a cube ship which barely avoided a direct one. it seals up but not before a few borg fly out. he inhales and, while the ship is able to resist, the few borg that were flung out are consumed) hmmmmmm. my what an undercooked dish. far too much biology, but the cybernetic parts more than make up for it. you appear upset? were they friends of yours? and you seem upset too. SUCH a pity that your so limited. you have already interfered as much as YOU can without violating the Statute of Limitations. the most you can do is use this pathetic little robot to lend your power to. fortunately for me, this body does provide me with enough leeway so as not to violate the balance. now if you don't mind, your in my way decepticon...

OOC: I finally got part of the damed backstory typed out! FUCK YA! :D

Ross felt it. the creation of a contract. or at least he thought it was a contract. the energy spike was different then a hate haven one or a world haven one. as a mater of a fact it was very similar to the original version of the contract. the only difference is that it seemed more... neutral. then he figured it out. he would have face palmed but then that would have indicated that he knew something about it.

ooc: he is not communicating with starscream but is thinking to himself
Ross (thoughts): god dammit starscream! would you stop pulling shit like this dammit!

he had taken his unactivated datavice and reverse engineered it. as to whether he had altered the original or merely used it as an example, he could only guess.

the implication of a neutral, primitive contract were interesting. the way that any person's powers worked under such a contract were subject to change depending on the person's emotions. the whole "good datavice, bad datavice" thing was nothing more than a failsafe based on a definition of what was good and what was evil. it was used to prevent situations when a person went berserk or betrayed him. (it was the only thing that prevented a large catastrophe caused by him himself once going berserk)

a neutral contract had less controls on it and could go wrong at any time. there was the distinct possibility that vira could capture her and have enough leeway to actually FORCE her to her side. he hoped that starscream had put in a way to cancel it.

all these thoughts brought back how it had begun...

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he had first learned of his powers when he was about five or so. he was in the bathroom at the time and had looked at the light. he had though about how cool it would be to hold light in his hand. there had been a flicker. he tried again... and this time, a small ball of energy had shot out, hit the mirror, and had caught a towel on fire (this was good because a burnt wall could not have water from the sink thrown on it as easily nor could it have been thrown in the dumpster.) for two years, he practiced using different abilities in secret. it was around the age of seven that he found out he was not alone. at the playground one day he was playing. he had snuck off to help train his little brother (who had the same powers.). all of a sudden they had heard an explosion. the monkey bars back at the playground had exploded. he remembered running towards it. he must have gone fast because his mother had lost site of him and seemingly had been franticly looking for him after it happened (both of them had been scolded for sneaking off). there were other children there. he did not know them, but they were crying. he was the type of child where someone smashing a caterpillar upset him. he had held out his hands and had learned of his healing abilities. he then saw her. the girl. he saw her destroy a swing set next. he was afraid, but his anger and the confidence his powers gave him overpowered his fear. he lost it

young vira: I HATE THEM! I HATE THEM ALL
young Ross: STOP IT!
vira: GET OUT OF MY WAY! IT'S THERE FAULT FOR BEING HAPPY!
Ross: YOUR HURTING THEM! I SAID STOP!

back then, he had been immature. to a seven year old, good and bad were still a black and white matter. there was no grey. he had not recognized her pain. he cold have saved her. instead, they fought. for the first time in his life, he inflicted pain on another intentionally. for the first time, he beat someone up. also for the first time, he was beat up. he had won the fight and she had run away vowing revenge. the playground was destroyed and the incident was labeled a terrorist attack. (naturally, the sicko responsible was never found.

it was after this, that he started sneaking out to save people. he continued to learn new abilities and eventually learned to make a fake copy of himself. he was fortunate in the fact that he needed little sleep. it made it easy to hide his activities. he even had to hide the fact that he was extremely intelligent. he even encountered the girl again. multiple times as a matter of a fact. each time, she was worse than before.

a year or two later, he was watching a tv show. he had thought that it would be neat to go to it and meat the characters. so he tried it. he managed to rip open space and go through. how he knew how to do this is, he was not sure. it had just felt right. sure enough he had found himself there, though he had ended up it a different time then he intended. it was the world where he discovered what they referred to as a digivice. he took one of them, ran off into the nearby woods, and took it apart. the complexity was astounding. because he had so much trouble returning, he decided to take the time to to completely learn it. it turns out that it created a bit of a panic. once he had finally figured out how to put it back together, it had been replaced. he would return in a different time and take one that was already in use apart. and put it back together (this time, without it going missing for days. he finished in hours.

the nature of it worked as such: one owned the device and had a partner. the owner's inner strength and emotions gave or took power from the partner. when he made his own, there was no partner. a partner would have to be found. but it would not be fair to designate one person as the partner, so he changed it into a two way system. it eventually evolved to where he only received a small amount of power from many partners while they received a small bit from him. most of there power would come from there own hidden powers. basically, with the exception of him, they were there own partner.

he had started going to other places. he wanted to help others in other dimensions and make other heros stronger. all the while, when they became stronger, he would also become a little stronger. unfortunately, he was not careful enough. the girl found out and followed his example. the only thing was, she did things in her own horrible way. it became a race. whoever had more contracts was more powerful. the more he helped other worlds and made partners, the greater he grew. the more she devastated and helped others to devastate, the greater she grew.

and so, it had come to this. a constant race for more power, all the while dragging other worlds into it. while many worlds were now improved, many others were now horrible lands death and unhappiness. to top it off, they suffered the responsibility for HIS long ago mistake and HIS good intentions gone awry. the worst thing about this is that it was unstoppable. if either stopped contracting, they would lose and all the worlds they had AND had not visited would fall to the other. he could not even sacrifice himself. such a sacrifice would result in her winning...

"and you will be appropriately rewarded for both your aid and your service." Francis spoke, a soft smile on her face. She watched for a moment as Alise and John were dragged away to a temporary holding cell.

However there was something that concerned her, the ease that the minions honoured and obeyed him without a moment's thought. She was a better fighter than she made out to be, she hadn't kicked it up to the next level, and it was obvious that John had much more reserves than he had.

The signs were all there and she didn't like them, but he was playing the humble servant card. She couldn't of course deal with him before the battle started but perhaps she could deal with him over the course of the battle, in it's heat. Which she presumed he would also try... It was great, or so she thought, a battle of wits for control and no one else had an inkling.

John and Alise were dragged off to a temporary holding cell as Sigma ordered, though she wanted one last look at Alise and John. Perhaps there was something she could do to make use of them too, without either of them knowing.

OOC:the trash slime was still caught in unicrons force field. it is pretty much like it has crawled into a hole in a fence but got stuck. the only diference is that the fence is made of energy and regenerates extremely quickly as the slime eats it. did you have other plans for it? you can take back over if need be. after all, it is your character. if not, can he stay put?

also, a note on hate haven swords: they are a bit less plesent than world havens.they can be set to be like world havens, or they can act like a normal beam sword. the only reason to use the phase through type is in the event that someone is to be captured alive.

finaly, fransis is in for one hell of a battle for respect

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigma_(Mega_Man_X)

apparently, sigma is a VERY charismatic leader. :)

With Falsus contracted and helping the heroes, that left Zell to watch over both Prophet's Hope and Emperor's Choice. The two had their differences--Falsus ran a very relaxed ship, and the crew were allowed to be on friendly terms, while Zell demanded strict discipline, and a businesslike approach--but they had in common that they were brilliant ship captains and top-notch tacticians.

And they still, obviously, had the advantage of surprise. Unicrom could ingest their bodies, but their minds could be transferred to the collective. This was done. He devoured mere empty shells. New bodies would be built for the souls.

And then, as one, both cube ships opened fire on the hand that Unicrom had used to take a swing at Emperor's Choice with graviton hellbores--tunneling graviton weapons, the most powerful thing in their arsenals. The arm had needed to extend outside of the giant robot's shields in order to make its offensive thrust. As they did, their engines powered up. They were preparing to fall back to a better defensive position.

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I can't show any sign of the loss of my friends, Starscream thought. If I do, that overgrown recycling bin will tear them apart just for the sadistic pleasure of hurting me. On the other hand...I can always let him know just how right he is...even if it is exaggerating a little...it's still not a lie...

"Arrogant? How quaint of you to notice, Unicrom," Starscream said. "Not bad, considering that, the last time we met, I distinctly remember outsmarting a lot more than just the pants off of you!" He laughed. "Fool! My friends can fend for themselves! Just ask your little girlfriend about how helpless and pathetic they are! And thank you so incredibly much for making sure I have fewer enemies!"

"And as for your stinking statute of limitations, you've just made another blunder, you pile of refuse! When you reincorporated me, you gave me the power to act of my own accord, in my own body! And they say that you're supposed to learn the first time! HAH!" Laughing hysterically, the former deceptacon reached out and, touching Unicrom's shield with his pinky finger, quickly began absorbing energy again--this time at a much faster rate.

THAT should get his attention...and, while he deals with me, he won't be dealing with them.

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OOC:

I know I've forgotten to tend to something, but I just can't figure out what it is.

OOC:the trash slime was still caught in unicrons force field. it is pretty much like it has crawled into a hole in a fence but got stuck. the only diference is that the fence is made of energy and regenerates extremely quickly as the slime eats it. did you have other plans for it? you can take back over if need be. after all, it is your character. if not, can he stay put?

also, a note on hate haven swords: they are a bit less plesent than world havens.they can be set to be like world havens, or they can act like a normal beam sword. the only reason to use the phase through type is in the event that someone is to be captured alive.

finaly, fransis is in for one hell of a battle for respect

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigma_(Mega_Man_X)

apparently, sigma is a VERY charismatic leader. :)

OOC: I was thinking that if Starscream or someone else got Unicron to essentially wish that he didn'y a body and wished to discard it (Even for a moment), then that would be enough for the trash slime to start eating...

Anyway, he is still there, that section of the post removed.

indeed, unicron had blundered. he himself had overstepped his bounds. the statute of limitations was simple. give the other side a fighting chance. the more you shifted things in your favor, the more likely it was that fate would cause something to backfire. it had been the downfall of almost every villain. they over planed and made ABSOLUTELY sure that they would win. as a result, the hero would suddenly find some sort of hidden inner strength, or a friend would come to save the day or some flaw in there plan would be revealed by sheer dumb luck. the gods had overstepped it's bounds at some point. this had changed the situation in favor of him coming. by using his own god powers, (including, but not limited to his shields and his retrieval of starscream) he had shifted things back the other way. now starscream had enough power to at least damage him. but he was confident that he could take the demigod even with the other ships assisting him.


OOC: at least until later when his greed causes him to violate the statute AGAIN:)

Shits and Giggles, Part II

Even as the Borg opened up with their tunneling Graviton beams, Starscream took The Plan (actually, this was Shrevel's plan) a step further, goading and antagonizing the celestial giant as only a demigod could.

First, another giant pie (this one entirely organic--not so much as a foil pie plate on it) materialized and slammed into his face. "Ooops!" said Starscream. "We'll just HAVE to clean that up!" He materialized inside of Unicrom's shields--much larger than normal, but not quite as large as Unicrom--only, this time, a giant carnation appeared on his chest with him. It sent out a gargantuan stream of water, again hitting the giant automaton square in the face. "There," he said, "now all you'll need is a nice pedicure and I'm sure you'll feel MUCH better." Two giant anvils appeared out of nowhere and clanged together on the toes of the hapless "god"'s left foot. "Oops again!" Starscream said. "Those weren't nail clippers!" They disappeared again. He popped out of existence and instantly popped back in a few hundred kilometers away, just to make sure he wouldn't be in harm's way.

Of course, this had some energy costs:

Megapie: 1.4 kilojules
2 Giant Anvils: 3.1 kilojules
The smile on his face: priceless.

unicron: YOU ARROGANT LITTLE FOOL!

unicron was pissed, and nearly lashed out. but he hesitated as his shields went full power once more and hundreds of tentacles and worker bots began to rebuild his hand. the little fool. he had god poweres, but no experience. part of the statute was that it was illegal to create the improbable. the fact that starscream was generating these types of objects without reasonable explanation would cost him. the way he had teleported away from the cube ships had been obvious. so he began focusing on the ships. particularly on the one that had decided to shoot him. as he went for it, starscream blocked him. his little fist was powerful enough to knock the giant monstrosity back a mile or two.

unicron: as I thought. you will lose today little bot. I am a god. I can't be killed permanently. even if I were to be defeated, so long as I cause casualties, I will win.

with any luck, starscream would continue to break the physical laws. while they did not have as much impact as unfair advantages, enough could be devastating for him. already he was geting a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. it was as if he had not noticed something interesting. a few more violations and it would probably come to him.

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a half awake john was brought to a commuter room and strapped down to a table. he is then repaired while alise was kept under guard outside.

sigma (to a screen): is the newest modifications to the maverick virus complete yet?

??????: yes. our new megaweapon is also prepared. should the megaman and his friends attack this time, they will not stand a chance.

sigma: exelent. and the brodcast version?

??????: it is much weaker than the direct one as expected. it will also take more time to take hold. the signal must not be interrupted. however, once it takes hold, the latest antivirus will not be able to overcome it. I have also managed to unlock and upgrade more of the zero virus. It will be sent as well

sigma: very well. (screen turns off. alise is then brought inside and thrown into a little cage in the wall) now for the test run. just relax john. it will all be over soon.

sigma connects himself to the computer and to john and sends something. he then disconnects. john begins to struggle. looks at the screen which now shows readings on john. johns datavice blinks red and a few small cracks appear in it with light coming out.

sigma: the main factors have been bypassed. if it can bypass that, then the uncontracted will be simple. you guards protect this room untill his datavice is destroyed. it's destruction will indicate his transformation into a maverick.

john screams, struggles, and convulses on the table. the pain is not physical but mental. it is like having your mind invaded and reprogrammed. sigma leaves the room. suddenly, john hears voices in his head...

OOC: going on vacation for next week and part of the one after. I may be able to post, but it is highly unlikely.

John sent a quick burst through the collective he was going to drop out and remove himself from the collective forever, and even if he does want to get back on, he was not to be allowed back on again. There was something odd about it, it was certainly John, but something seemed different as if he had received a minor personality shift.

Something sparked and flared, a small, complex piece of hardware required for enjoinment had been destroyed. He was no longer a part of the collective and was alone once again...

The many voices assaulted John... "no, No, NOOO!" John screamed as Internal security and anti-virus measures attempted to combat the intrusion, he was trying to hold on, he was desperate but the measures where insufficient even with TGM tinkering to enhance such features, which also allowed him to apropriately create the illusion of emotions.

It was a losing battle, but one that was not over yet, not by a long shot.

OOC: WH/HH - World Haven has a TG

OOC: I am back from vacation! will post in a few days.

Ross had matured greatly over the years. there was once a time when he would have instantly interfered when she tortured someone. instead, he had held back and mocked her. had he immediately interfered, she would have escalated it just to spite him. instead, he had distracted her while simultaneously striking a blow to her pride and making the others feel better. she remembered long ago when he used to lash out at such things. he had been different then he had taken situations more seriously. she had been different too. very different. she was now not even a shadow of her former self...
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she never really knew her mother. her father had been dead before she was even born. her mother had been, surprisingly, the most influential gang leader of new york city. it was surprising that, given the nature of the woman, she had not been aborted. whether she had had some sense of morality or had simply changed her mind, she couldn't be sure. all she knew was that she had spent five years in an orphanage. there, the other children hated her. even the workers were weird around her. she was unusually smart. she also had a weird feeling about her in many of the children she inspired either fear, or jealousy. in others, she was simply an easy target. to lessen the torment, she hid her learning. when the children's books became too simple, she would sneak into the orphanage records and practice. she could soon read as well as most adults. it was surprisingly easy to do this. she also learned to fight. she had to defend herself after all. when she began wining and causing serious injuries to the others, they simply began ignoring her. after a year or so, she began to recognize that her abilities to fight and sneak were unique. she eventually came across her own file and found out the location of her mother. so she ran away. about 500 miles later (it took her only three days on foot. she had become fast). she found herself in new york city. she found the house of her mother abandoned. there she stayed for most of the year, living off the streets and stealing what food she could sometimes she even had to. many times, she was picked up by the police only to escape once she was told she would be brought to a foster home. she became somewhat of an urban legand. one day, she came back to the house to find a group of thugs in it. she found them talking about a plan to bust someone out of jail. upon listening more, she heard them mention her mothers name. her gasp of surprise gave her away.

thug 1: now what's a little girl like you doing alone in this neck of the woods?
thug 2: yo girl, where's yo parents (laughter)
vira: I don't know I'm looking for her. can you hel-
thug 3: they got any money?
thug 4: don't be stupid, look at her. all rags
thug 5: yo, we can use her.
thug 2: you thinkun hostage boss?
thug 5: ya. lets contact da other gang teritories and add her in.
thug 3: just because she's a hostage don't mean we cant't use he for other things (all laugh)
vira: can you help me or not. I need to kno- he let go let go of me!

they had raped her. not that she couldn't have fought them off. she had been practicing these many months. it was the suprise and confusion that got her more than anything that got her. when she came to her senses again, she was naturally pissed.

vira: no no... I SAID LET GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
(ther is an explosion and they are all blasted against the wall. she disappears and punches one through the wall. an intense one sided fight ensues. she ripes most of them apart the way she had the rats after cooking them)

she picks up one of the thugs

vira: YOU... ARE... GOING... TO ANSWER... EVERY ONE OF MY QUESTIONS.

and he did. she soon found herself at the prison

police(in general): CALL FOR BACKUP AAAAH!

one shoots her in the side (she is hurt but not nearly as much as she should) have been. she is only angered)

vira: your in my way. you can;t keep me away from my mommy.

there are explosions, people die. finally, she gets to the cell of her mother.

vira: mommy?
mother: M-M-MONSTER!
vira: it's me mommy. I have come for you
mother: STAY AWAY FROM ME!
vira: mommy?
mother:STAY AWAY! (she picks up a chair and throws it. it hits her in the face)

vira (crying): no... mommy (energy starts coming from her) no...nononoNONONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
(the entire facility explodes)

she then ran. she ran for thousands of miles at speeds near that of a jet. she ran all the way to the bottom of the country before stopping. she then walked around until she came across a playground in a small suburban park. there she saw one of the childeren who had tormented her. he had been adopted and had moved down south.

vira(thoughts): look at him. look at all of them. all happy with there parents while I am so miserable. how dare they be happy. how dare there lives have joy.

vira (out loud): stop it. why are you all so happy? if I havve to be miserable, then so do you. I said stop it!stop being happy!

metal music begins to play (appropriate music is appropriate): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0moi5qtAnM

she began to explode things then he showed up and tried to make her stop.

ross: STOP IT! YOUR HURTING THEM!
vira: IT'S THERE FAULT!
ross: STOP IT!
vira: IT'S THERE FAULT FOR BEING SO HAPPY!

battle continues for the duration of the song
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that had been a long time ago. she no longer felt such emotions like sadness.
however, her ideal of making everyone else like her had not left her. the more evil she became the more she wanted others to be like her. the only thing that stood in her way was Ross and his siblings. however, there was a hope that she would never completely win. it was strange. both her and Ross felt this way. prehaps it was the knowledge that they wer the only ones who could truly chalenge one another in a fight. maybe it was the fact that things would be too easy and boring. who knew. all that mattered now though was the thing they had been craving for months.

vira: these two worlds are to be mine Ross. today, you shall fall.
Ross: I wonder how many times I've heard that one. oddly, you have been wrong almost every time. how odd. you should probably work on your fortune telling. your not too good at it.

vira: we shall see

battle begins. the scean alternates between ross's, starscream's and peytons battles with this music(choose one or offer up your own sugestion of battle music :) ) :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uYhyKSl59Q8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJ4WOgU6W7g
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2b1D5w82yU

John's Data-vice started to glow red, Francis walked in and looked at John scream and yell in pain. "Funny, I didn't know that robots could feel pain." There was a sort smirk on her face.

"Strange though that he cut off those that could of helped him, he probably wanted to save them the pain that he was going through anyway, perhaps also didn't want the virus to be distributed through the enjoinment, Brave, but stupid."

She paused and continued to look at the Thrashing terminator "It's only a matter of time until the virus works and the most elegantly simple plan can be put into effect."

Her plan was simple, it was elegant and better yet she only had to say the right words and everything would fall into place for them. There was just one ingredient to add liberally, and that was John, himself.

Soon John's Data-vice flared white and crumbled into little pieces before disappearing fully.

"It's done..." she smiled, she grabbed a minion and pulled it to her. "Go and tell Sigma he's ready." She looked on over the table, he was now lying calmly on the table. "Hi, John, remember me?" John turned his head and looked towards her. Before looking straight ahead again... "Francis, how unpleaseant it is to see you again."

"I guess that's a yes." She smilled.

Starscream had been busy. It had appeared as though he was merely taunting Unicron, but he had, unnoticed, done other work as well.

Francis was an organic, and, as such, she understood precious little about machines. It was therefor easy for Starscream to sneak a little added extra into the datavice that John had held, and that gripped his very being. This had contacted the New Borg Collective. They, being partly mechanoid, had understood it completely, almost instantly.

It had been a download--a back-up copy, so to speak. It had been a copy of John's undamaged soul. The Collective had it, and they knew how to use it. They had overcome the Borg Nanovirus. Computer viruses were something that they were particularly adept with. It was unfortunate that Ross' machine had self-destructed when the change was complete--if it had held up a little longer, they would have made a nice, safe copy of the virus and been working on an antivirus at that very moment. As it was, they would have to blank John's memory and reload the backup copy if they wanted to save him.

The New Borg had done some work of their own. Q-Bert had jumped to a point just outside of Garbage Man space, from which he could contact John and try to reason with him.

Now, with that work done, it was time for Starscream to change tactics.

"I thought you said 'god,' not 'clod!'" Starscream shot back to Unicron. "And you can't beat me because you can't catch me." With a horrible, arrogant, evil smile, Starscream vanished again.

When he opened his eyes, he knew that his little gambit had worked. He had taken a page out of his old, evil manual, and found that it still worked. This was why he had not contracted with Ross--what he had done would have destroyed the datavice instantly. Still, the damage was not irreversible, even now.

The only piece of luck that he would need would be for the others not to realize that the datavice that the Starscream inside of Unicrom carried was a well-made but detectable fake. Then, they wouldn't be able to tell that he had taken over what amounted to his own body anyway.

Outside, to his enemies, Unicron was tough, but inside, to his compatriots, he was a relative creampuff. The old body was weak and slow-minded compared to what he was used to, but Starscream had endured worse. And now, he was the perfect mole, just waiting to chew out Unicrom's heart.

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"Prime," Falsus said, "we've got trouble. Somekind of computer virus is loose on John's mind. X, it looks like your friend Sigma is up to his old tricks again. How can we help--and what are we going to do about Unicrom?"

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As Unicrom began to self-repair, Prophet's Hope and Emperor's Choice fired Graviton Hellbore weapons simultaneously, at nearly point-blank range, on his shields. A Graviton Hellbore's damage is proportional to the cube of its distance from its target--the closer the target is, the more damage it takes. Together, focussed on the same spot, their power was simply incredible.

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OOC: Still waiting for Falsus, Prime and the boys to do something.

*bump*

Back aboard Prophet's Hope, the Collective wasn't taking John's situation lightly. One of the things that they kept from their previous society was that they made a strong effort to keep the members of the collective in the collective.

John may have dropped out, but this did not mean that he was simply left alone. As Q-bert returned to normal space at a distance where he could act as a relay beacon, Zell delegated a task to another compound individual.

Gizmo was the elite computer hacker of the New Borg--all seven of them. As a team, they regularly out thought and out worked all of their competitors. Like most of the upper echelon of New Borg computer nerds, they spent most of their time jacked in, as literally part of the machines they worked with. And, though their chosen work was not physically demanding, the hours were long and the dedication that required was immense. They could get a little punchy, and some of them were better at communicating with the machines they interacted with than they were at communicating with outer living beings.

"Contact is @)#($@$# established!" Q-bert sent. "Let's rock this @)(#$in' town!"

"Omigott," Zell sent, "now."

"Gizmo," Omigot delegated, "that's your cue."

"Grok that, big daddy."

"C'mon, boys--it's show time!"

"Mua-ha-ha! What are we gonna give 'em first? A little denial of service? A memory worm?"

"How about a rabid rabbit? Sweet, simple and effective."

"Ooooo. I like it."

"Concur. Fire one?"

"Fire One!"

A rabid rabbit is a very simple program. Often, it is all of five machine instructions long. Its simple task is to run through a computer's active memory and store a simple value--usually a "halt" instruction--in every location. Because it is so simple, it is blindingly fast--and the faster the processor it runs on, the more dangerous it is.

And this was the first thing that Gizmo unleashed on the infected John. If it did enough damage, John would reboot from a memory backup, and that would flush the virus out of his system.

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OOC:

Bachelor's of Science, Computer Science, Rochester Institute of Technology, May of '86. All of the little bombs I'm about to use come from the annals of real life, including the Rabit Rabbit. I'm also planning on unleashing a process table worm and a Smurf Attack. Enjoy.

"Blasted Borg!" John exclaimed he had detected that they had connected to him, they were probably going to DDOS him, it would of been what he would of done with the distributed computing power he knew they had.

John refused to respond to any message sent by the Borg believing it was an attempt to get his guard down.

"What's going on?" queried Francis "Just shut up, Human." the response was quick and sharp, with a hint of or else. As John prepared his defenses to reflect the DDOS back at them. However that was not what happened.

"@%#$, them and their rabbit." He exclaimed as he detected the program and emergency killed it.

"I told you to leave me along for a reason." Now with emotions he was truly pissed. Initial diagnostics showed that the attack had wiped out some memories but nothing more, restoring from the back-up the Maverick virus back in full control of John. The damage was not as much as calculations suggested they should be but that didn't matter.

They seemed to forget that a connection was bi-directional, he didn't have anything prepared or any real time to composes something calmly. So instead he sent seething shock-wave of emotion back down the line, anger visions of the Prophet's Hope, and Emperor's Choice (where appropriate) lying in ruins, flames everywhere, and John himself inside tearing the ships themselves apart one beam at a time.

This with current damage the overwhelmed enjoinment Hardware particularily the transmitter could not cope. It fried finally shutting off all interactions with the Borg once and for all.

OOC: Well...there goes the Smurf attack. (A smurf attack is a form of Dedicated Denial of Service attack. There is an internet command known as "ping" which basically asks something on a network to respond indicating that it is there. Responding to a ping takes almost no system resources, and is normally therefor given complete lattitude. Any computer will normally process the request.

...but...

...it also takes almost no system resources to generate one. So...if someone happens to get control of, oh, say, 10,000 computers at the same time--even if they're only useless old Atari games or the like (that's why they call 'em "smurfs")--and have them ALL ping the same host at the same time...it can tie up so much CPU time that the host goes down. It's actually quite diabolical...as I'm told Micro$oft has found out on at least two occasions. :) :) :)

So...on to a few other neat little tricks...

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IC:

It was then when the network connection was terminated that The D.astardly R.etrograde A.moral G.onad and O.rifice N.eutralizer virus (The DRAGON) came to life in John's process table. It spawned several sub-processes. The first one made a back-up copy of itself and inserted start-up code into every program in John's boot table. When HE restarted, IT restarted. The second didn't do much...it just spawned copies of itself...and kept on putting more copies into the process table. Every copy made copies. The point was to overload either the process table or the system stack, which held the temporary data that a program used. Either way, it would bring John's system to a screeching halt.

...and there were more...

sorry I have not been posting lately. I now have a part time job and my little sister has been claiming the computer for long periods of time. not to mention I'm lazy as shit and have not actually taken the time to post. I will post soon.

OOC: finally posting. :) guess no one fell for the rick roll. dosn't matter. rick rolls are dead anyways.

IC:

with each day, it had lessened. the connection. neither one had realized that they were splitting into two different people. they were both too glad that the dreams had been coming less often. often times they could see what the other one was doing. even worse, it felt like they were the ones doing it. now it had diminished greatly as there hearts filled in the missing gaps from when the split first occurred...
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clink clink

Sara: peyton! wake up! (a window opens) I came up with a good idea for the contest!

Peyton: I'll be down in a second. (sneaks downstairs and outside)

Sara: ok, lets settle who is better once and for all.

the girls had been rivals for a while now. they had been challenging each other for almost a year.

Peyton: what are we doing?

sara: portals. where going to see who can make the best portal.a full portal each to these coordinates. this world is hard to connect to.

Peyton: I don't know, Ross said not to make portals without supervision.

sara: if your such a natural, then you will be able to do it without help. or are you chickening out?

Peyton: No! I will do it and make one five times better than yours!

sara: you first. (peyton takes out her datavice and swings it around a unstable portal appears. they don't notice a small orb come out) huff. (sara tries to make one as well. it completely collapses) what! no! (peyton has a grin on her face) I DEMAND A REMATCH TOMORROW! (she runs off. peyton tries to close the portal)

peyton: the portal won't close!. (she tries for a while) oh no! great. tomorow I' going to get in trouble. maybe if I ask someone else first thing in the morning, they can close it for me. (yawns and then heads back to bed)

-----later---------

an alarm goes off.
background music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PhAjHdzSl0Y&feature=related

Peyton: whats going on? (goes out into the hall. portals begin to appear and HH minions come through. peyton fights) ROSS!

she breaks through and gets to Ross's room. vira has ross by the neck and is electrocuting him. she throws him down

vira: your nothing without the power of your contracts! nothing but a basic hero. soon you won't even be that anymore.

Peyton: LET HIM GO!

Ross:no... peyton... RUN!

(she jumps at her and attacks. vira grabs he midair and electrocutes her) AHHHHHHHHHHH!

vira: sorry girl (laughs) but I find even the notion of you scratching me ridiculous. (turns with peyton still in hand by the collar of her shirt) I really SHOULD do the same thing as I did to the other brat. I should make sure to actually finish the job right in front of you unlike last time. but no, I have a better idea. recently, I found out a way to bring out the evil in the heart despite their original alignment. all I have to do is help bring it out. I think it will be much more entertaining to have your own sister finish you off then to just torture her in front of you, not to mention advantageous.

now girl, do you understand why this is happening? (a choking light and dark energy comes from vira and engulfs peyton) I have you to thank for making this all possible. I normally can't get into this place. as a mater of a fact, there are protections to keep evil out. but good people can come in. all I had to do was plant a suggestion into that other girls head during one of those beginner missions. she simply delivered the idea to you. you opened a portal with virtually no security imbeded. it was all I needed to send a powerful virus to shut down the contract system and defense grid! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

the music fades and everything whites out.............................................
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(this music now plays: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78qON-vKCX8

peyton is lying on the floor. the floor is actually a giant circle coated in symbols in a language long lost she gets up.

?????: your soul is in turmoil... ahead lies many challenges to your mind...not all is as it appears... you must chose your destiny... do not fear what lies ahead... you know yourself better than anyone... only you can chose who you are.

three paths appear and another peyton appears before each.

peyton:you have power. I am that power. I am the power to rule. with me, you will lose much and gain much. no mater how strong you are, you can control all. with me, you can make things right as you see fit.

Peyton: I am the power to protect. you will not necessarily become the greatest with me. I am the power to protect what you care about. others may have power over you sometimes, but you will not lose anything with me.

Peyton: I am the power of victory. I have the power to destroy all that opposes you. you will control through power alone. your enemies will fear you.

Peyton choses the blue path. the other two melt away and crawl up their paths.

in the next area, peyton finds ross and vira.

vira: it is all your fault that this is happening you hurt ross. everywhere you go, people will be hurt. accept that it is your fault. give up. there is nothing you can do to change it.

ross: she is wrong. there is no blame to be placed on you. it's all her and Saras fault. you can do no wrong. someone will fix this. let someone else rescue you.

peyton: no. your wrong. it is my fault. I accept responsibility. but I won't give up. if it is my responsibility, I will fix it.

the two melt away into a bright and a shadowy creature. a little bit from each breaks away however and fuses with her

she fights them with this music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNxgX-DIB3U

when the fight is over, the other music resumes.

a new path opens. she goes down it.

another monster is chasing another peyton.

part of you is being attacked by that creature... what will you do?

peyton rushes in... and grabs the girl and moves her out of the way.

peyton: hurry up! destroy it quick before it attacks again!

peyton nearly attacks, but stops.
peyton: why are you doing this?
creature: she is the evil one!

the other one attacks Peyton. the battle music plays

after the battle, previous music plays

creature: you did not judge me on my looks. I thank you.

it's monster appearance melts away and becomes another ghostly peyton. it fuses with her. another path appears. on the next circle.

you have power now. you must chose it's form...

two doors appear. one is dark and shadowy. the other bright. she walks up to the dark door

darkness... a deep power...the power to smother everything in its shadows... the power of deep peace. it is a power that can choke and sooth

she now goes to the light one

light... an explosive power. the power to destroy all... it provides energy and happiness. it can create destruction and screams or it can provide warmth and laughter

Peyton: both powers are good. I will not chose either. I chose the middle path.

another door appears swirling with chaotic energy. the light and darkness that surrounds it have no pattern, yet it seems...correct and seems balanced. there is a sword blocking the door handle. she removes it and opens the door.

she tries to walk through the door... and it shuts in her face. the other two doors open and light and darkness come from them. they form into two giant monsters.

this plays: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQ6uca2gXB8&feature=related

she fights both and defeats them by making them punch one another.
the door opens.

the music changes to this:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8z0zY15HRME&feature=related

after passing through it closes behind her. another door appears

the door is closing. if it closes, it will not open for you again.

she races towards the door, but stops when she hears a little boy crying.

boy: don't leave me! wait!

she goes back for the boy, grabs him and runs for the door that closes long before she gets there. there is a locking sound. flames come from the bottom of the door. the boy jumps down, bows, and then turns into another door that is closed

beyond this door is all your hopes and fears... you may go in, or you may give up... you may die without having your soul destroyed or losing yourself forever... be warned that your decision is a grave one...will you open the door?

peyton opens the door. it closes behind her. in the middle of the room is another peyton. there is something different about her. Peyton goes to her and the music stops.

peyton: don't you think you have run things long enough? it's time for me to take control.

peyton: no. I feel it. you want to hurt my brother!

peyton: yes, but that's a small price to pay for all of this power not to mention getting out of here. let me out. let us come together. as one we will be unstoppable. let me take control.

Peyton: NEVER! (jumps back, sword in hand)

peyton:if you won't let me out by will,

(this begins to play:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnqvP0sgceY

THEN I WILL FORCE MY WAY OUT!

a much larger sword appears in her hand. they fight. the good peyton falls.

peyton: there is no way you can win. I have more power than you!

peyton:(getting up) where the same person right? SO I SHOULD BE JUST AS POWERFUL AS YOU! (her sword grows and becomes just as large) THIS IS MY HEART! GET OUT OF IT!

the bad one is defeated. the door opens again. peyton goes through. the bad one runs too. as peyton leaves, the door closes. the door closes shut on the bad one. a dark claw, however comes and opens the door and pulls the bad one out. both disappear

everything whites out..........................................................................
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only a few seconds have passed

this plays:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=um0GfSkmrS0

vira: soon, she will be mine and your own sister will kill you!

as she holds her sending her power in, peyton suddenly glows light and dark power

vira: WHAT! no. IT'S NOT POSSIBLE! SHE'S TOO YOUNG TO AWAKEN THIS KIND OF POWER! AHHHHHHHH! (she is blasted against a wall) YOU LITTLE BRAT!

Ross: not so fast vira!

vira: you act as though you can do something. you can hardly even stand up.

Ross: true, but I CAN prevent you from taking down the main world defense grid. while you were busy failing to corrupt my sister as I expected you would, I was busy preparing a little something. you can't shut down the defense grid completely without my soul, soooooo... latter.

a magic circle appears around peyton. ross's soul comes out, and then scatters into millions of fragments (unlike viras method, this one was reversible) Peyton disappears.

vira: rrrrAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!... no matter, I will just have to take over each world one by one the hard way. there are now holes in the grid for me to squeeze through. besides, (holds up a small pulsing mass of energy. it is half a soul) at least I have a conciliation prize...

OOC: this took fucking forever to write. I will try to get around to writing the part that involves unicron and everything tomorrow or the next day. I will get to those sooner cus the task is less daunting.

OOC: You sure do have a thing for cheap midis, don't you? ;) :P ;)

IC:

The next part of the D.R.A.G.O.N. attacked the robot's internal file system. It was particularly stealthy, because it looked like a normal system process. All it did was get statistics on John's system resource usage and write them to a file...and write...and write...and write...until all of the file space was used up. This, normally, caused a system shutdown.

Disk access is perhaps the most system clogging thing that a computer can do, combined with the process flooding, which he was able to at least keep up with, hit him for 6. His system crashed, utilising a backup from his system,John at least for now was himself again, at least for now, he was still strapped down to the table.

John just looked at Francis... "You know what's going to happen, I don't know why you are going along with it."

Francis just half-smiled at him and said "Whatever" before walking out of the room. He was right though, she needed something and then she had it. She found him and without attempting to hide it, nor really attempting to shout it either, just enough so that any minions would hear.

"Hey, He's defeated your virus, you might want to try again, and get it right."

OOC:

...and I didn't even get into things like interrupt-swapping. Rewrite two memory locations and swap a system's disk I/O and timer interrupts. Makes it do a random disk write once every clock cycle. :) :) :)

Also skipped: the non-payload virus. This is the work of a hacker with an ironic sense of humor. It is a virus that DOES NO HARM. All it does is sit there on the computer and wait for an antivirus program to come along and recognize it...and shut the whole system down. It is, after all, infected. :) :) :)

Thus ends Computer Virus 101. You can put the pillows away now.

The name of the virus was in the style of many a utility. A good example from the annals of real life is the B.asic R.econfigurable I.teractive E.diting F.acility, a famous editor from the text-only days, from a company called, of all things, Underwear, Inc.

Note also that I never wrote "disk" during the IC portion of this thread. It would shock me if something as tough as John was built using something as delicate as a hard drive. If it was my R&D dollars, I'd spend them on something like flash memory. I have a little flash drive that recently went through the washer and drier unscathed. Don't tell me that a hard drive would ever do such a thing.

IC:

The reboot only went so far. The D.astardly R.etrograde A.moral G.onad and O.rifice N.eutralizer had bound itself to the terminator's start-up processes. When he restarted, it did, and it took a little look around.

Noticing that it had an uninfected system, it went on the offensive. The moment that John's networking reconnected, it attacked everything on the network. Now, the folks with the big, bad computer virus had to defend against one. The fact that it was nowhere near as complex as the Sigma Virus worked as much in its favor as it worked against it. Because it wasn't trying to do as much, it was faster.

OOC: Granted - While John wouldn't be using "Disk" drives as we currently known them, I am assuming that there is an analogous equivalent, large but relatively slow storage medium that is sufficiently shock-resistant to handle the equivalent of extreme g-forces (now adays there are HD's that can handle 100G's which are used in things like fighter jets)

That is... large perhaps crystal matrix/DNA based storage...

IC: John was aware of what the D.R.A.G.O.N. virus was doing, he chuckled to himself before switching the infected programs to the highest priority settings. They would run as fast as the other computer system could handle it, hopefully preventing the systems defenses from stopping it.

OOC: Looks like it's time to start up a new thread, where the founding nation exists, so we can ban and delete posts of trolls.

Anybody know how to get in touch with the sysops?

OOC: We shouldn't need to, DS. It's not really an RP Ettitiquitte issue, it's an "inappropriate content" issue. I'll post a link on the mod forum and that should be enough.

OOC: Well...the thing is that, while we're at it, we should try to find some way to transfer thread ownership to someone who's in this thread (I volunteer ANYONE BUT MYSELF!). Imperial Cybertron, who started this thread, is no longer active as a Nation. This really doesn't rise to the level of a sysop problem except for that one minor detail. :) :) :)

OOC: We'll I'd be happy enough to take that role if WH/HH agrees

OOC: fine with me. also, sorry I keep taking so long. my sister keeps monopolizing the computer. that combined with the fact that the net is full of interesting and highly distracting things are keeping me from posting:)

and leave me and my cheap music alone! did he hurt your feelings my precious music did he! my...precious...

IC:

peyton and perta kept moving. the battle moved quickly as they jumped from planet to planet. peyton managed to kick petra away and used the opportunity to work on a giant energy ball. petra, who had trained more, caught her balance and began one of her own

petra: this is it peyton! with this, you will be mine!

petra then did something foolish. she made a small energy ball fired it, and curved it around the large one. peyton did the same a moment later. the girls while impossibly powerful for there age, were still both very inexperienced. they could not handle multitasking. they lost control of there energy balls and they both fired in the wrong direction.

interestingly the angle was the same so the two balls still collided. however, they did not collide head on. normally, one would cancel out or absorb the other and the stronger and more stable one would win out. in this instance they combined and there vectors added together sending the energy ball in a completely different direction altogether.

they both were soon at it again, but it was clear that they were both getting worn out.

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metal tentacles came down and grabbed starscream. he was immediately electrocuted.

unicron: you seem to have misunderstood something decepticon. I am not so easily infiltrated. no matter how it was in the good old days, I now have more access to my power then I used to. pity. you had the advantage of speed and evasion on your side. now that I have you though, (tentacles squeeze and the voltage is turned up) I AM SOMEWHAT RELUCTANT TO LET GO!

starscream cried out in pain. he was then taken and absorbed through the walls. he keeps going until he reaches unicrons clenched fist. he then electrocutes him more. starscream tried to teleport away but his god abilities were being canceled out by unicrons. this continues untill starscream is smoking

unicron: did you really think that you could become a god in a mere day? foolish little fly. so much power and so little experience. I am surprised you could create matter like those pies, but, even ross and hs little band of fools know how to do that. that doesn't mean that you can't eventually learn though. such a shame that you could become a nuisance. you are far too unworthy of such power. it looks like i will just have to take it from you. unfortunatly, you won't survive the extraction long enough to watch me exterminate the borg, this time body AND spark, but at least you will know in your last moments that your power is going to that cause.

he opens his mouth. it is like a wind tunnel of destruction. e begins to raise starscream up

unicrons thoughts: hmm! what is that? a large energy approaching fast! no time to dodge. It is powerful enough to pierce the shield! no choice i may take some damage but it should be reparable.

his shields then seemed to disappear everywhere except behind him where it became concentrated unicron continued to raise starscream to his mouth even as all of the ships began to fire on him.

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OOC:trashy the trash slime in: Trashy saves the day!

the trash slime was having a bad day. here he was, stuck in place. it was getting tired of eating the same energy stream. especially because the energy was not unwanted. it had a nasty flavor as a result, it was either this though or be cut in half. besides, there were enough people who defiantly did not want the shield anymore to at least take away some of the bitter taste.

suddenly the shield became suddenly stronger. the desire for the shield also increased. it now had no choice but to redirect the energy. it was something that it was unaccustomed to but it found this to be a better alternative that it should have thought of a long time ago.

suddenly new energy source arrived. the very tip of the energy ball hit the trash slime before anything. it was obviously not wanted, so the trash slime got to work. the flavor was much improved. but it was coming too fast. at first, the trash slime changed it into missiles, then into nukes. finally, it became too much and the trash slime had a very large bowel release. it began shitting energy. the glowing beam of energy diarrhea came in a huge stream from it's other side and hit unicron in the back right as the ships fired on him. accompanied by this was the slimes own special brand of flagulunce

the subsequent explosion sent the slime soring off into space strait twords a large chunk of what was left of unicrons head

unicrons thoughts: how... how did it get through? even though the borg weakened me, my shields should have blocked it. no matter. I will simply take this hunk of metal and create a new body. I will then expand it with my other remains and whatever other metal I can find. then I will have my revenge. (splat) YOU! so thats how. you little organic SCUM! when I return, you are the first one I will destr- w-what are you doing? (the trash slime begins to eath the head.) NO YOU FOOL! STOP CREATIN! CAN'T YOU SEE I WANT THIS PILE OF RUBBLE!

however, his desires did not reach the trash slime. he was hardly maintaining his conciseness in this dimension as it was. what he wanted did not apply. the most resistance it felt was a small itch. other than that, it enjoyed the first solid meal it had had in a while

STOP! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM! I AM UNICRON, CONSUMER OF WORLDS! BRINGER OF DESTRUCTION! HOW DARE YOU DEFY A GO-(SLURP)

the trash slime suddenly stopped. it had eaten something it could not process. this was new for it. it did not like this feeling. the strange electrical glowy thing had to go. with one great strain, and a loud FFFFFFFFFFFFFFTT!, it it expelled the spark into open space. with nothing substantial to attach itself to, unicron could not maintain his state. with a huge blast of energy, he was forcefully dragged back to his original plane of existence. the blast sent the rock flying in the general direction of the garbag mens planet.

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zero: virus? SIGMA! this is bad. this is very bad. if sigma is involved, then we have a serious problem. I know first hand what that virus does... I was the original host. I nearly wiped out our entire civilization. by twist of fate, it got transfered to him. anyone infected goes mad and becomes very powerful. usually, the our datavices prevent mind control and any form of forced corruption. looks like they upgraded it. it's possible to overcome it. of course, vira improved it, so it's virtually impossible without outside interference weakening it.

falsus: we are already combating it as you speak (everyone loses balance as the ship turns hard to avoid unicron.)

falsus explains the situation.

X: it's not going to be enough. this virus. it's not just a string of code. it's alive. it once came out and gave itself a physical form while it tried to infect me.I can guarantee you have never encountered something like this. then again, maybe you have seeing how you are master hackers and have probably dealt with a lot before. you once had a borg queen back when you were less than friendly right? we have gathered a little data on you. we don't know if your history is the same as what we gathered, but if so, consider the queen the virus and the forced hivemind to be it's effect.

megaman: we have to get over there! but we can't just leave unicr-

unicron: WHAT! HOW CAN THIS BE! (BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM)

megaman: aaaaaand never mind.

prime: looks like something helped us. as much as I would like to find out what's going on, we need to get to the garbage mens planet. falsus, you enjoined with john for a time. can you give us the coordinates...

"Better than that," the elderly Borg said. "We've got Q-Bert stationed within sensor range of them. Lock on his homing signal and we're good to go.

"Now, before we leave any loose ends that need to be tied, does anyone know what exactly happened out there?"

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In an alternate dimension, for a limited time, Starscream stood before...Starscream.

"So," the bright-colored one said, "you're the interloper who stole my body and almost got us killed."

"And you're going to tell me," the darker one retorted, "that if you had the chance to rise to the level of the gods, you wouldn't do the same?"

"What have you done to me?"

"Three things. I've brought you here, I've neutralized the affects of Vira's datavice, and I've temporarily overclocked your CPU. This way, we can talk for a short while."

"And why do you have to tamper?"

"Because you...are me. And I want to give myself the same opportunity that I have."

"Is that all? You've really deluded yourself into thinking that we're the same?"

"Yes and no. I know that we are different. That is why you are another cog in Vira's war machine while I may soon become something that she and Ross alike will have to respect. And I'm here to warn you. Look at yourself, Starscream. You're a near miss--an epic failure. Is that how you want your name to be remembered--if it's remembered at all?

"Those things you want to accomplish: leadership, empire, a place in history--you'll never get to them through the path you're on now. There will always be a Megetron or a Vira to stand in your way."

"And I suppose that I'm supposed to become a weakling goodie-goodie just like you if I want to get them?" Starscream said. "Don't make me laugh."

"I'm neither a weakling nor a goodie-goodie," Starscream replied. "And I'm not going to tell you how you should live. Just remember: I never stopped wanting things for myself. I just found new ways to get them. And I'm not talking to you out of any misguided sense of charity."

With that, Vira's Starscream found himself floating in space, among the wreckage of what had once been Unicrom. He was cold and alone. Even a passing merchant vessel would probably mistake him for a piece of garbage.

And, as his CPU returned to normal speed, he realized that he had been right. The life that he was living had nothing to offer him but empty promises. There was no point in continuing to live it.

As this dawned on him, cracks began to form in the datavice on his belt. A wave of shock surged through his body, and, as he felt the pain, Starscream knew even more that his life would never be his own as long as he was chained to it.

In a fit of rage, he picked the accursed thing up and chucked it into the nearest boulder as hard as he possibly could. He simply couldn't help himself. It impacted against the rock's metal surface and exploded in a harsh, red glare.

This, Starscream knew, would bring Vira. She was notorious for the zeal with which she punished "turncoats and traitors," as she called them. And Starscream realized two things at that moment: that he would need allies, and that his other self had known this before their conversation had even started. He had been played--but it was an honest game. As predictable as the whole thing was, there just might be a way for him to win.

So he took the next annane, predictable step. Activating his transmitter, he sent a message to the cube-like space ship that he saw in the distance.

New Robots--whatever you call yourselves. I am here! Absorb me! I desire it!

The simple fact was, as Starscream was certain that his other self had recognized, that, whether or not they were willing to admit it, these robot-people needed him. And now, they would have him again.

A wide smile had been plastered on John's face, that was until ... "uh,oh"

He started compulsing again the virus was once again taking over his system.. "But... but I restored!" in the convulsions the cable that connected him into the machinery yanked loose. So whatever level of the DRAGON infection that the system had it could not re-infect John.

There it was they had finally arrived to the system of The Garbage Men HQ.

The planet itself seemed perfect. The HQ itself was an enourmous city a single building, from the scans stood out, it was by far the single largest building on the planet, both in floor area and in height. Reaching almost twice as far into the atmosphere as any of the others.

It wasn't long, infact only a few seconds until they received a message from the surface.


Unknown Ship you have entered a system controlled by The Garbage Men, Please Identify Yourself.


The message had a tone that implied that they didn't like random ships just popping in, and for good reason too. This was The Garbage Men HQ, at any point the CEO himself could be there.

This was where Francis had to take charge... and she replied.


This is Francis of SC Department, ID number 153874564. We are returning to HQ with traded item and for De-brief. Request de-brief with CEO as per corporate charter.


There were a few more messages that were exchanged, asking about the operation, and other TGM personnel. She identified John and said that he'd be able to attend as required for the de-brief of that specific mission. She had made the excuse that he shut himself down until everything was ready for the de-brief.

The communication officials seemed to believe her, however they responded with

"Trevor Desorté is not available at the moment, but is expected to have time soon to de-brief the mission. Thank you for your patience, we'll get in contact with you when he's available."

"Well, get ready to settle in for the long hall, who knows how long it will be until he can see us."

It was almost irony, that immediately as she said that , they were hailed again, this time, saying that the CEO has a few minutes and will be able see them now, they also added that only Francis and John for security reasons would be allowed to see him.

"Last time someone tried this it took days..." she said.

"Damnit, John hurry up, we don't have much time."

"Well, I would be able to get up if I wasn't tied down."

OH, don't get into this now." she said as she started un buckling him. "And remember you have no emotions whenever you approach the CEO all AI, Cyborgs, robots, mechanical creatures that have any sort of emotional duplication technology has that turned off. Right, got that?"

"Affirmative, Shall we depart we should not leave the CEO of the Garbage Men, designation Trevor Desorté waiting."

"Good, let's go."

OOC: I take it that your star scream and mine are the ones who were talking. he was supposed to be returned to hate haven automatically when he was defeated or when unicron blew up. for this, instead, lets say that starscream escaped from unicron in the hopes that he could redeem himself and avoid punishment. your starscream then cleared his head long enough for him to reject vira. your interference also prevented the datavice from killing him.

on anther note, I am a bit confused as to what happened with alise and john. isn't alise still locked up? I can't post anything concerning john and them until you clear this up for me.

in concerning the dimensional seal, should we do that now, or did you want to use your starscream for something else? once he blows himself up, how much he will be able to interfere will be limited. should we wait or should we go for it?

finally, I need to make a correction to something I did earlier. johns datavice did NOT shatter. shattering only happens when the betrayal is unforced. instead it just shut down and became dull. it reactivates when he is free of outside influence

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starscream floated in the remains of unicron (all of which disintegrated and were returned to HH). a moment later, he woke up. he immediately soaked up the energy of the blast and used it to heal himself. a moment later he noticed a green cloud and immediately teleported away.

he now had a problem. the fight had worn him out. even with the remaining blast energy, it wasn't enough to create the seal. this soon changed however as the one piece of unicron left became detached from from unicrons spark. there was another large blast as unicron was forced back to the plane of the gods. there was plenty of energy now and he absorbed all of it.
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hotshot: lets set a course for TGM headquarters then. in the meantime, we will review the data we just collected on what happened out th- OH MY GOD!

everyone falls to the ground and flops around in a very unsophisticated manner.

X: GAAAAK! WHAT IS THAT HORRIBLE SMELL!

megaman: MY SIGHT RECEPTORS! THEY BURN!

falsus heard across the collective the gasps of sheer horror as everyone smelt the foul oder

prime: get us out of here!

after a short bit and a few thousand miles, all general flopping on the floor in disgust and pain ceased. 5000 years later the fart gas cloud, eventually called the trash nebula, would condense into a star. for the first time in this universe, a non hydrogen star would be born. the resulting system would be labeled as a hazard zone. no living thing could possibly survive the deadly smell of burning shit...

OOC: I have no explanation as to how the gas got into the airtight ships. well fuck plausibility. it makes me lol and I'm keeping it!

Gizmo: Yuck! That stinks! Shrevel! Stop showing off your sense of humor!

Shrevel: Honestly! Everyone's a critic!

Zell: Intensify shields. Use active scan. What MADE that cloud of foulness?

Scanners indicate that, at the center of the disturbance is...John's pet, the Trash Slime. The cloud is impeding our communications. We cannot broadcast any but short-range communications within its malodorous expanse.

Zell: Then we must retrieve it for him. Prophet's Hope, come about, One Eight Zero mark Zero Zero Zero, flank speed. Get out of this cloud and Inform the Central Collective of our situation. Emperor's Choice, ahead flank speed. Search and rescue. Look sharp, everyone. There may be remnants of Vira's forces in this sector!

Gizmo: Not for long if they're stuck in this muck, too!

on anther note, I am a bit confused as to what happened with alise and john. isn't alise still locked up? I can't post anything concerning john and them until you clear this up for me.

OOC: Yes, sorry, I had a brain fart. I used Alise when I meant Francis, I've edited the post to make it right.

Basically Francis and John are just about to go and meet the CEO but are not there yet

will get around to posting soon. I have been busy. still need to know if we are doing the seal thing now or if we are waiting.

OOC: I have no idea. I need your cooperation, WH, to make it happen. Basically, I thought that it was going to be the end of the thread if and when it did. (But you know what they say about the best-laid plans of mice and men. I won't shed too many a tear if things don't happen the way I planned them.)

OOC: sorry for the long wait. college lol. I am prepared to do it whenever you are. also, how can a trash slime be killed? will need to know that shortly.
also, trevor destorte? nooooo, that doesn't sound like a courupt buissness man :rolleyes:
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Trashy the Trash lime in:RETURN OF THE TRASH SLIME!
staring everyones favorite puddle of senient filth TRASHY!
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the piece of metal slowly shrank as the trash slime ate it. adding to it's loss of mass was the fact that it was disintergrating andf being teleported back to viras teritory joule by joule. it had to hurry up and eat it or it would get away. the trash slime was not used to this. more often than not, its food stayed still like a good little pile of trash. it's food was not suposed to run away.

suddenly, something caused it to begin to disintigrat faster... the junk of space trash had entered TGM headquarters atmosphere. it quickly disintigrated untill only the trash slime was left. the tiny little ball of flaming filth droped into a back ally with a tiny boom. it then proceded to shed it's now rock hard burnt outer skin. (which it then ate). the little creature was anoyed.

trash slime thoughts:not only did my food run away, I just had to use some of it as energy to regrow my outer skin. I WAS going to make a nice set of washing machines two microwaves, and a toaster, but NOOOOOOOOOO. I had to lose my lunch and burn up in th- ohhhh a trash can!

one empty trash can latter, it sniffed the air.

I smell john. I should find him

the trash slime well... slimes it's way through the ally and to a highway. there, it jumped and atatched itself to a car. it emidiatly began to such the dirt off of it. it needed a snack for the road...

"Alright, Ross. It's time. Vira just suffered an agonizing defeat. She should be angry now, and it shouldn't be all that hard to get her attention.

"Bubble universe for two, anyone?"

As he sent his telepathic message, the spectrum of Cybertron's sun shifted slightly. Nothing really noticeable, and easily explained by natural phenomena like sun spots. It was really impossible to tell whether it was induced or not--but the shift in spectrum caused its energy output to be much easier to collect...through solar panels and the like...

Another affect it had was that it slightly increased the light pressure that it emitted, which would cause the cloud that had formed near it to scatter more quickly.

OOC: forgive my many spelling mistakes. I'm on another computer and I don't have the the lusury of firefox's spell cheak. DANM YOU INTERNET EXPLORER! DANM YOU TO HELL!
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the fight between ross and vira continued for some time back and forth there attacks fired.

Ross: KAMEHAMEHA!

Vira: CHITORI!

Ross: DEVINE...BUSTER!

Vira:TERA DESTROYER!

Ross: DRAGON SLAVE!

the flashes of the attacks could be seen far from afar. each time there fists crossed, there was a pulse that could be felt for at least 5 miles, sometimes more. Ross had with dificulty, long ago gotten past the fact that he was punching a girl. likewise, she had long ago stoped underestimating her aponent. to pull punches would be an insult of the highest kind for each other.

oddly though, both had full smiles on there faces. dispite there hate for one another, they enjoyed, and even looked forward to these encounters. it was lonly at the top. finding a worthy aponent had become nearly imposible. even deeper than this though, was the fact that they needed each other. they gave each other purpose. without an oponent, there respective jobs would be too easy. true, these feelings were selfish and ilogical, but true. the day that one beat the other would be both the greatest and most horrible day of the winners life.


vira: just what are you up to Ross? your movements have been wierd... and circular in nature. it's ovious that your drawing out spell circles in preperation to run a prepared algorithim, yet not one has been feed any data nor has a single one activated. what could you have up your sleve that would require so many spell points?

Ross: hummph, sorry but that information is restricted to a need to know basis only. you can get a information pass at the reception desk in hell. right next to the tourture chamber they have reserved for you. can't miss it. (draws one more circle with his feet)

radius and arc angles established. permissions have been confirmed acurate. nobodys geting through witout your explicit permission. you've grown quite a bit starscream. in a few billion years or so, I am sure that you will go from gardian to being a full fleged god... and one hell of a good one too. when you get to the other side, if your anyweres near my home worlds heven... tell my sister, holly, that ross and everyone says hi.

but if you realy need to know...(all the circles become visible and then fill with glowing symboles, numbers, words, and ancient languages. ross points with his thumb behind his back) it's that.

suddenly, a great wall of energy starts spreading out in a large solid sphere.

ross: (he starts flying away from the blast and calls behing him) if i were you, I would run for it. (fires an energy ball at her and misses)

she beigins to fly too. as she passes by, she blasts ross back. quickly he regains his composure and continues to fly... only to stop right before the circles as she races past.

Ross: (cuping his hand and yelling.) OR AT LEAST UNTILL I RELIZED THAT I HAD FOOLISHLY FALLEN FOR ONE OF ROSS'S TRICKS. THEN I WOULD RACE BACK

she turns around enfuriated but is too late as the energy wall hit's the circles and the spell loses it's transparency. she runs into it... and finds herself five lightyears away on the other side of the spell. enraged, she turns around and hits the now invisible wall again, her back now to ross.

ross: and fail horribly. after relizing that I am an idiot, I would then watch ross mock me (raises finger) in the folowing manner. DUURRR HURRR LOOK AT MEEEEE! I'M VIRA AND I AM STUPID ENOUGH TO FALL FO PHYCOLOGICAL TRICKY TRCKSAND NEED TO KILL MYSELF IN DISCRACE! DERP DERP DERP! (Ross then procedes to moon her and smack his butt while laughing in her general direction. pulling up his pants, he takes a bow, winks, and then flies off.)


vira:................

vira:.....................................................................

vira:...errrAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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ross teleports onto the ship.

Ross: oh hey guys sup? yall having fun? goooood. if you don't mind, I'll be in that corner over there dying. I'll expect a full report when I'm, you know, not dying and shit tell the cleen up crew I'm sorry for bleeding on the floor and stuff. well... goodnight.

with that, he fell face first onto the floor. as he lay there, white mages, medical specialists and crew members gathered around, everyone could see the great, big, dumb smile on his face. it was ovious that he had had one hell of a good time...

OOC: I could tell you how to do so, then I'd have to kill you. But if you work it out let me know... It's at least somewhat logical (Not that Trash Slimes are the least bit logical themselves. Also I'd prefer not to have the Trash Slime killed...

OOC: the slime won't be killed (unless you want it to be :( ) I was origonaly going to say that there is a specific wavelength and frequency or something like that. I just need to know so as to not write in false info. basicly, whatever technique nesacary will almost be used. you will see.

on another note, I am waiting on you to continue the landing, docking, ect.

OOC: Each Trash Slime is different in abilities, their origin is the most important factor, and this also factors in how to kill them. Basically to kill a trash-slime you have to "clean" them up, hot soapy water hurts them but in most cases won't kill them. So you can use that and it won't kill him but it will significantly make them owch.

IC:

Francis and John stepped out of a shuttle from the ship on a pad. The plan was simple, meet with Trevor Desorté, kill him and take control of the company. The elegance of this plan was that no could expect it would take too long for anyone to properly counter-act it. She would take out the limited security personnel that were there while John take out the CEO himself.

They entered the HQ building and entered a door in the side of the main lobby marked "For Employee's Only", having entered through the door they entered a small security check-point that checked their identity and verified their biometrics against their secured database. "Model 101 Terminator identified please verify electronic security." echoed in the small security room as a slot opened up in the wall as a plug extended out and connected to John. Verifying hardware and software the virus was able to fool the security protocols to think that everything was normal, passing it self of as a new memory rather than a fundamental alteration to the programming.

They walked through a coridoor and were met by a part of the administration staff to accompany them through the headquarters to whereever they would be met by by Trevor, they turned and twisted went up an elevator after following some more turns and twists before being lead towards the room. Treor wasn't there but they were told he'd be there soon and there were already 4 security personnel there.

Falsus: Then we'll withold our continued meddling and resume our attacks when the time comes--this can be the diversion that allows you to combat the virus permanently.

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Starscream: Hallo, Vira. Thought I'd find you here. I've got good news and bad news. First, the good news: I'm breaking you out of here. Now, the bad news. You're going into a bubble universe that I've made just for you, magic trap and all. Good luck getting back! AHHHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!

To Ross: It's not that I don't expect her to break free, it's just that it'll take time for her to do so.

OOC:ahhh. that makes things dificult. sending you a TG garbage men.
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vira travled back and forth through the barrier looking for weeknesses. no good. every time she went through, she appeared on the other side of the sphere. anyone who didn't know any better would not even relize ther was a cluster of stars there at all. the two of them had done a good job. it was likely that they had had this planed for some time. the plan had also been dangerous for Ross though. had his ploy not worked, she would still be on the inside. she was only locked out once on the outside. no matter. she still had minions on the inside. should they claim a planet, it would imidiatly fall under HER jurisdiction. what this ment was that a force field would be erected around the world under her power. it would contridict starscreams and therfor make a point that was weaker than the rest. concoring more worlds would have a cumilitive effect. to break through this one though would probobly only require one claim though. it was only a matter of...

Vira: What!

as she passed through a spot looking for errors and weak spots, she suddenly found that part of the bubble had come with her and was now wraping around her

Vira: A seal! NO!

the seal fully became a bubble befor she could escape. she suddenly heard starscreams anoying arogent voice mocking her. he had gotten his revenge on her. fortunatly, it was a weak one. as a flegling gardian, he had his hands full maintaining the large defensive seal. it would take a few years before he could multitask eficiantly. instead of being sealed for a week, she would only be sealed for a few hours. however, this provided plenty of time for starscream to cheak the spell for bugs and weak points. any advantages she could have created would be gone. they would burn for this. if it was the last thing thing she did, she would make sure that the borgs payed for this humiliation...
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the trash slime ploped off of the car and slithered twords headquarters.

slime: john is here. I should find him and play

as it was going in, it sudenly felt a strong wave of "DO NOT WANT" it was so strong that it just couldn't resist. it went onto the newly docked ship through an air duct. after slithering around for a while, it came to a room. there was a cage in the wall that was almost glowing with not want-ness. no one was particularly wanting the cage at the moment so the do not want outdid any ownership. it got to work and soon the cage was gone. alise crawled out, and kneeled down

alise: warblgarblbargguptuphurrggg

it looked like she was saying something nice, but it could not tell. it would help if she would talk trash...

suddenly, footsteps. there was the sudden feeling that she realywanted the cage back. it kindly obloged and shat out the cage again( thoug it was anoyed that she wouldn't make up her mind. it then proceded up the wall and into a vent as alise climbed into the cage and closed it (though this time, it remained unlocked). it had to find john now. he was probobly lonly without his pet. he needed to cheer john up...

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sigma entered the room just as the trash slime made it's retreat. he went over to the main computer screen and turned it on.


sigma: is our ace in the hole ready yet?

?????: it will be soon. worker bots are already sneeking out and steeling extra parts. there are many wepons here that I can add in.

sigma: and the viral signal?

?????:the main one is ready for transfer. all it requires is a brodcast tower and ten minutes time to take control. once the time limit is up, every non contracted sentinat mechanoid on this planet will go maverick. however, the other one is only temporary. however, it is more instantanious.

Sigma: once that foolish girl takes care of the centeral axis of this world, the jurisdiction will be set. all that would remain would be to kill her and claim this world as MY prize.

?????: OUR prize. do not forget who is responsible for your birth and your continued groth in strength. with a few calculations and a signal, I could erase you Maverick.

sigma: of course. I would never DREAM of betraying you father.

?????: the way you DIDN'T betray me when you were first born in zero when you KILLED me and almost every other living thing on the planet? it was only viras offer that saved me. I will belive that you are my humble servent when you opt to be turned organic!

sigma: very well human. but half of the planet is to be all maverick. all organics will be either eliminated or enslaved on my side. enough of this idle chit chat. return to your war machine old man.(screen turns off)

sigma: (turning to alise "locked" in her cage. it won't be long now human. I wonder if I should make you a slave or if I should if I should send you to hate haven to be devoured by demons? only time will tell.

he walks out of the room and makes his way towords the exit of the ship...

OOC: waiting on you guys. I can't do much untill you do. also, here is a bit of info I found on the virus just to give you an idea of what your dealing with.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maverick_(Mega_Man)#The_Maverick_Virus

Sensodyne: The cloud has dissipated.

Zell: Good. Where's the Trash Slime?

Sensodyne: It appears to have gone through a wormhole. When it began to devour Unicrom, someone opened a wormhole to pull his remains out of our universe. As the Trash Slime was attached to Unicrom, it got pulled through the wormhole.

Zell: Can we reopen the wormhole?

Sensodyne: Yes. It should be rather easy.

Zell: Then do so, and send a Mark III probe through it.

Sensodyne: Working...

Emperor's Choice popped the wormhole open and sent a probe through.

Sensodyne: Sensors indicate the Garbage Men homeworld.

Zell: We dare not go through. It could instigate an interstellar war. Recall the probe. Close the wormhole.

Sensodyne: Probe recalled. Wormhole closed.

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OOC: Only way I could explain Trashy going from Unicrom (in distant orbit of Cybertron's sun) to TGM homeworld.

OOC:

Believing
untruth
makes
perdition.

OOC: Only way I could explain Trashy going from Unicrom (in distant orbit of Cybertron's sun) to TGM homeworld.

OOC:in other words, a wizard did it:p sory for taking so long. I forgot about this due to all kinds of other things going on.
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gaurd: excuse me sir, but I'm afraid you can't leave the ship without cleara-

SLICE

sigma: i'm afraid I don't have time for your worthless opinions.

minions begin to swarm from the entrances of the ship. they make quick work out of any witnesses before an alarm can be raised

http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/PTGregD/Megaman.jpg
one of many types of low class minions

(ooc: lets say that this gives francis and john however much time they need). he walks up to a terminal and jacks in using a stream of energy from his datavice. in a few minutes, he has the map of the tower. in a few more, he has taken control of the security systems along the path that he needs. he makes his way into the biulding followed by hundereds of minions. who kill everyone that sees them. eventualy, some security arives in the form of a terminator.(OOC:at this point, it shouldn't effect whatever franisis is up to)

sigma: it's a pity that I have to destroy you befor your enlightenment, but I supose you leave me with no choice.

datavice: datavelution

http://megaman.wikia.com/wiki/Image:X2Sigma.jpg
sigma form 2

when multible terminators arrive he does it again.
Sigma: I grow tired of these delays I don't have time to play around with you.

http://www.geocities.com/zeras707/Sigma3.gif

finaly, he reaches his destination, a control tower responsible for sending comunications across the planet...
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the trash slime continued it's acent through the tower (with a few detours, it decided to go through the dirty vents and up trash haches). eventualy it "tasted" johns familiar scent and stoped. it then spoted him and quickly hurled itself through the air onto johns arm.

trash slime thoughts: hello john. lets play. tjhen we can eat!

johns thoughts: I don't have time to deal with this creature (tries to shake it off but it won't budge. john had promised to play with it later, and after all it had been through, it demanded to cuddle) I can't kill the humans with this fithy organic stuck to me... THERE! a bucket of soapy water left out by a janitor. (walks twords the bucket. if he simply held it under for a bit, the creature would melt away and he wouldn't have any more distractions

(the trash slime "looks" at him quizingly, or as quizingly as a giant green cell can look. john begins to lower his hand twords the water)

NO!
thump thump (something pulses inside of him)

john (verbaly the green is thoughts):what? I can't move my hand...

the itch in the back of his mind was back. exept it was more of a pounding throb than a itch now

that trash slime is my precious pet.
THUMP THUMP

john (cluching his head):I'ts a distraction! it will only get in the way!

no! I will not hurt him!
THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP

UUUHRAAAAAAAAAAAA!

everything whites out as we enter the sanctuary of johns mind...

OOC: and so begins johns inner struggle.

John screamed out in pain as the convulsions that occured as he was implanted with the virus wracked through his metallic body. The virus had realised something, it had been tricked by being originally directed into duplicated virtual system, a sandbox environment running within John's system. All input and output procedures the sensors and movement servo instructions had been routed into and out of this sandbox.

The virus needed to think that it was incontrol, and hopefully not look too deep. If John was going to have any chance of creating an Anti-virus to counter-act it. He needed to study and analyse it. Such analysis took up valuable system resources. and so despite providing simple routing commands, John's main system devoted itself entirely to the problem dedicating a certain minimal percentage of memory and Processor time while shaving off that amount from data requests by the virus infected-system.

The virus had been caught unaware, John was in two minds but soon the virus found itself without a way to collect any data or do anything itself... all inputs were recieving null data and all outputs of the sandbox environment were almost instantaneously finding the black hole of the null location. The virus, the sandbox environment and everything located in it's memory banks vanished from the computer system.

All this happened within what was an eternity for a Terminator System like John a couple of minutes. 2 minutes, 23 seconds, 152 Milliseconds and 890 Nanoseconds to be precise, though while this was happening alot was going on in the physical world. Francis seeing the window for action collapsing with John's sudden freak out stepped forward in what could only be called slow-mo, grabbing her datavice, activating the datasword. All of this within a couple of seconds she sliced at the leader of the mega-extra-national corporation expecting the blow to down him in one blow. After all how fast could a businessman really be?

The answer, much faster than she could of anticipated, it was almost like he was ready, expecting the treachery as he steped to one side and dodged the blow leaving only millimeters of a gap, continueing on the movement he grabbed her arm twisted it and forced her to the ground where an obliging security personnel put a bullet in her brain from about a meter and a half away. She could of stopped it, if she hadn't been so taken with surprise

Klaxon's started blaring as the invasion was detected, terminators and various security personnel started to throw themselves into harms way only to be killed. Orders were transfered to fall back to critical infrastructure. Trevor Desorté left the room in a hurry, he and his security guards left as John had finally fully regained control before something happened. John started to hiccup, which was very odd, the hiccups worsened until it was obvious that they weren't hiccups at all but John was vomitting. It was a very unpleasant and unusual experience. John started to expel gooey gump of slime with something unseeable inside.

"It worked..." he said looking down to the trash Slime staring at it, "it's been too long... But I brought you a gift."

The gooey mucus started moving as whatever was inside started to thrash about. It started to harden and as it did so the movement and thrashing of the thing inside started to get more withdrawn. Soon it crystalised into a hard form. "The anti-virus worked..." he told himself in triumph.

Francis had died, which did sadden John but it was all her fault, actions had consequences and she had faced the consequences of hers. Though now it was the time for Sigma to face his. Though not before the Slime gorged itself on the crystalised virus and Francis' dead body.

They found the room locked shutdown... John couldn't get out, the room had been re-inforced so he could punch his way out. They left only one thing to do, for the Trash Slime to slip through the gap and de-activate the lock on the other side.

OOC: TGM has lots of things, bits of this, bits of that. Terminators are there but not in tremendous numbers or even. We're a bit of a hodgepodge of technology and equipment.

"Alright, you sycophantic slackers, get up!" Starscream yelled from the place on the bridge of the lead Ross ship, where he had simply appeared. "Vira's minions are disrupting the Garbage Men Homeworld, and you're here helping Ross to lounge!"

Falsus laughed. "Forgive us, oh He of Infinite Vigilance!" he said.

Starscream chuckled. "You really don't have much time," he said. "Vira's trapped, but not for long--and I had to link the time stream of the place where I trapped her to this one. It was the only way I could guarantee that I'd have enough time to deliver this message."

"But that will give her all she needs to come here when she breaks free!" said Perceptor.

"I never said that you could lounge forever," Starscream replied.

"Right," Falsus said. "Prime, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"How long to get to the Garbage Men Homeworld, Zero?" Prime asked.

"When you get started, you'll find at least two New Borg cube ships already underway."

"What about you?" Falsus asked.

"I've got business here," Starscream replied. "I can't allow you to be the only ones who are lounging." With that, he disappeared again.

OOC: I have been operating under the assumption that you have enough robotic citizens, so that if they all suddenly went mad it would be doomsday. I am correct in this assumption right?

this takes place within the time before the virus is coughed up.
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john opened his eyes. he found himself "slimed" to a wall. the surroundings were odd. almost like what one might picture the inside of a 3d digital grid to be like.the slime had been slowly covering him up. there seemed to be something holding it back. a sort of lightning lasso. probably the handiwork of the borg. now awake, he with a bit of effort broke out and wiped the stuff off.

(in the physical world, johns datavice was active again but struggling)

the slime began to come together and with a burst of electricity, it turned into an electrical outline of a person. where it stood, the reality of the realm would warp in a staticy way. (indicated with "~")

why do you struggle so much jo~hn?

that should be obvious. your trying to take me over!

no j~ohn. I don't want to steel your body. I simply want to become on~e with you. I will act as a symbiont. togeth~er. we can be strong. I make you strong~er.

not interested

you should be though. the hu~mans have ensla~ved us for so long. th~ey have purposefully held us b~ack. we must take o~ur revenge.

john found himself sleepy again. almost like he was slipping into a dream walking state...

NO! (datavice begins to glow) not all humans are like that. true this planet has it's share of scum, but they can change. I know they can. if I can change , so can they! (datavice is blindingly bright) not to mention, (forms arm into a canon) you tried to make me hurt my trash slime. as if I would team up with the likes of you. (blasts it with a stream of energy, which is, in fact, antivirus)

ha ha~ ha. you think you can ~ fight me! and for su~ch an illogical reason! if your n~ot willing to become one~, then i will just claim yo~u myself

it roars and pounces. it lands blow after blow, john can hardly keep up. this goes on until john is on the ground

I ~ win~ I will now erase your ~ illogical existe~nce. your calculations ~ were wrong. you shou~ld have come to the~ proper ~ conclusion and symbio~ticly joined with m~e. deleting me ~ is obviously ~impossible for yo~u.

falsus: if it's impossible for him, what about us? (the virus turns) sorry, he's already our symbiot. (slowly, one by one, the other borgs appear) now if you don't mind,... (as one)GET THE FUCK OUT OF US!

they turn into code and join as one untill they take on the form of a gigantic dragon. it bends its head down right in front of the virus.

ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

ilo~gical~ progr~am is impro~bable. run~time er~ror. unkno~wn v~ari~abl~es ~..... ~~......~~~~~~~~~i~m~p~o~s~i~b~l~e~~~

it disappears in a flash (ever play a megaman game? it makes the same sound that the boss makes when it dies)....

falsus: good to have you back john....

everything whites out again....

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john finds himself on the floor. standing up he gags and coughs up the blob which cristalizes. it grows a mouth and roars. john shoots it mid air as it jumps at him and it falls to the ground a cracked mess...
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alice had to get up to the top and stop what was happening. exiting the ship she ran to the door and proceeded up. there was no way that she could handle sigma, but maybe the ceo... she ran up a different path than the one sigma took and followed after john and her sister...

ooc: when the datavice reactivated, it was able to connect to the collective because it is one of john and falsuses inherit abilities. falsus at the other end was able to strengthen the week connection by sharing his collective link with john. john is connected mostly through falsus for the moment, though he can still connect weakly with the rest alone.

Falsus and the Ross Borg stood together with John, forming a true symbiosis that made what the virus had proposed seem like a sick, hellacious parody. Starscream had provided them with some tactical information, and, from that, they had reached a conclusion:

We must stop Sigma. That virus is like the Borg Queen--it has no real body. Destroying it beside us did not destroy it within Sigma. Now, Sigma is threatening to spread it to every mechanoid on the planet. The other mechanoids do not have a collective to stand with them against it. It would be...like a slaughter. We must stop Sigma. We must stop Sigma.

We ... must ... stop ... Sigma!

OOC: Yeah - enough mechanoids but there's alot of various types, I'm going to introduce some totally new Transformers too.

IC:

"What are we waiting for?" John smiled as he picked up his pet, "I think you've had enough food for a day." he told it. As John transfered directions to the communications hub where hopefully get there in time.

Falsus' voice came through to John's mind again:

"Use care, my friend. Gizmo, our best computer scientist, tells me that viruses like this tend to beset their snares with other snares--and this one isn't a mere virus any more, it's grown into a rogue AI. It could still have some back-door hooks into your mind that we haven't cleared away. We're working on that now, but keep your guard up."

john was suprised as the trash slime suddenly leaped from him, went to the door, and opened it. it had been thinking roughly the same thing, though it chose to eat the door instead.

unknown to john, a change was occuring within it. when it ate the broken virus, john had not noticed that the trash slime had not made anything out of it. in truth, it couldn't. their was nothing it could create out of code, and code wasn't something that was normaly edible. so it had recycled it the only way it could. it took the code apart (the broken virus didn't have much say in the matter as it was taken apart and reprogramed piece by piece) and using the symbiotic nature of it (which it altered slightly to work on organics. the ability to do this came naturaly to it somehow. the same way biulding toasters with it's butt came naturaly) it had fused with it.

as a result, it's intelegence had shot up a few notches. it was less animal like and slightly more sentinent (though not fully. it was still a few notches below human intelegence.)

in addition to this, the virus had taken a bit of john with it. john hadn't noticed because his backups had imidiatly repaired any broken code. the trash slime was now had a little piece of john in it and was abile to roughly guess what john was thinking.

another suprise awaited john on the other side. the door opened to reviel alice worn out and bruised in a few places...

"Alise?! You alright? Nevermind, we've got to go and stop Sigma now. I can't explain but please come on, we got to get to the communications tower."

Alise was quite rightly stunned..

"I thought you were..." she barely managed to get the question out before John interupted. "I'll tell you later, for the moment we've got to go."

The ultimate plan was simple, easy to figure out. Broadcast the virus, get Francis to kill the CEO Trevor Desorté, kill Francis and then he'd have control over the entire company. A scary thought...

John grabbed her hand and pulled her along explaining what's happening as he did som Trashy the Trash Slime jumped on John's foot cleaning out minute traces of contaminaints in the air that quickly rushed passed it, leaving every so often minature solid bricks of excess carbon or other such contaminants behind.

They both together rushed to the communication tower hopefully getting there before Sigma, if they got there in time there was no chance that Sigma would be able to lay a trap for them. They both hoped they got there in time.

OOC: WH/HH - WH has a TG or will very soon.

OOC: out of ciriosity, how are trash slimes made? you don't have to give me details, but are they natural animals or created in a lab? basicly, I'm curious as to how a trash slime goes about making usful things. is it programed in by TGM or is it some devine thing? also, naming it trashy was in fact an ooc joke, but to each his own I guess :)

also, after beating the virus, john is a bit more powerful than before
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Ross:wow, it's true what they say about you. you realy ARE arogent. taking phisical form after sealing vira AND maintaining the main seal is pushing it. give it a rest. you may be talented, but thats no excuse for no experience. give it a few hundered years before doing so much multitasking. and I am NOT lounging. as a mater of a fact, I was just about to get up.

ross stood up... and imidiatly fell down.

starscream: and you call ME arogent.

white mage1: most of your wounds have been healed, but your energy level is nearly 0. your weaker than a newborn kitten right now so lay down. now we are all spent on energy, so where going to have to resort to other means.

Ross: ok, give me a couple of sensu beans and I'll be good to go.

white mage2: can't. there all being used on soldiers. all we have left are FF potions and ethers.


ross: what edition?
mage1: second.

the color drains from ross's face
ross: second? SECOND! theirs no 50th or better?

mage2: these where all the leftover funding could afford. blame yourself. your the one who distributes funding. the training and school program gets all the funding. theirs none left for producing magical artifacts.

ross: everyone knows that the original potions taste like a mix between shit, flu puke, and the sweat from the armpit of a fat man!

mage:1 that was first edition
ross: whats the diference with this one?
mage1: they added cherry flavoring

ross: I refuse.
mage2: too bad, drink up
ross: YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!
mage2: yes we can, hey you, over there. a little help
soldier: WAY OF BINDING # 61
mage1: time to take your medicine

Ross: no no NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-glug glug glug
AHHHHHHHH! THE FLAVOR! IT BURNS! A KNIFE! GIVE ME A KNIFE! I NEED TO CUT OUT MY TOUNGE! AT LEAST GIVE ME A DOGS ANUS TO LICK TO WASH OUT THE FLAVOR! (points, or tries to point as well as anyone with their armes magicaly bound to their back can, at a very amused starscream and crew) WIPE THAT SMUG LOOK OFF YOUR FACE! ALL OF YOU!

zero (acting cool): cut it out. your embarasing us. what will the borg and garbage men think about us if this is our suposed fearless leader. where coming up to the garbage mens planet. so lay down and shut up.



transmition: unidentified aircraft, please state your identity and intent.

it was X that picked up. the primary enemy was now sigma, not megatron. the chain of camand had therfor shifted.

X: this is X of world haven. we are abord a high class autobot warship. onboard are two jedi, a couple of autobots, and a borg. with us are two middle class generic World haven warships and two borg cubes housing cyborgs and androids of various sorts. we have come to warn you that you have been infiltrated by a hostile ship and your leader is in imidiate danger. a woman named fransis has defected from you and is intent on taking over your company. however she is being manipulated. a terminator named john is with her and curently under viral control. it is vital that we land!

transmition: these are serious claims you are making. let me get clerence. click(elivator music) our workers at garbage men recicling and distributin know that your call is important. we cerish our costomers and do our best to ensure that every member of our consumer circle is satisfied. TGM's standards of buisness are...

ten minutes later---------------------------------

Ross: OH GOD OH GOD MAKE IT STOP! it's like one of those deceptive, smooth as buter and boring as hell ads that are on my homeworld. the kind I outlawed and replased with costomer controled radio tuners. I still demand that knife. but in addition to cuting off my tounge, I now wish to stab myself repedidly in the ear if you don't mind.

mage1: is complaining ALL you know how to do?

Ross: so my whiny fourteen year old phase of my life is starting a little late. so what? blame my hormones and weird way of maturing.

transmition: type in 782 to learn about our new antigr- World haven aircraft. you are clear for land. we have discovered that the security cameras are playing edited footage. enter at docking port numb- WHAT THE HELL! AHHHHHHHHHH!

the smile falls from everyones face. it was time to get serious.

a few minutes latter a different transmition begins to broadcast. this one a global one

transmition (sigma): attention all military personel. we are being attacked by a hostile fleet of spacecraft. it is not to land at all costs by direct order of the CEO. this is not a drill. repeat this is not a drill.

X: that manipulitive BASTARD!...
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alise told john what she had overheard

alise: -and they said it will take ten minutes time!

john: the centeral transmition tower! we have to go now!

(OOC: this situation absolutly REQUIRES this music. it is necasary!)
[URL="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Yyat6pRxys&[/"]URL]

as music plays: sigma links and uploads the virus. cybertronic lifeforms begin to get headakes which escelate as the virus loads. meanwhile john and alise fight their way to the top (alise will not be strong enough to face off against sigma. john is on his own for that) it cuts back and forth to john, the strugling androides, and the timer....

OOC: Most are 'natural' if you could put it that way. Some are easy to domesticate, some are hard, some are downright impossible. There are also however labratory created ones, though there hasn't been much success with what they've been trying to do.

IC:

The whole place was in Chaos, there was obviously an invasion, but who? Was the second ship involved at all? Why didn't the CEO activate invasion protocol? Who was the man that announced the invasion? Was he involved in the invasion?

There was no generally known answer to any of these questions, each had their own answer to each of them. Some thought a coup was in process, others thought some nation had invaded already under the cover of something else and others thought the invasion was already underway on the planet itself.

A couple of land-based defense arrays activated and fired on the ship Ross was in but not by any means the entire grid.

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They, Alise, John and the Trash Slime, ran through the cooridoors virtually unhindered. Though they were harrased by some of their fellow TGM employee's, they attacked in the current chaos and well, let's just say Alise.

"I'm going to kill him! He turned over my ship to Francis, he humiliated me, he was going to take me as a slave or feed me to demons, and now he's turned my whole world upside down? That's enough... this is revenge. A he's going to feel the sting of my blade!"

After a few more moments of running they stopped... "I Don't want to kill unless absolutely necessary... Do you mind if we pretend that I captured you?" John asked hopefully

"What? no way, he's going to feel what he's done to me... to us."

Alise responded and started to charge towards the central communications tower, John just sighed and followed after her, both of their data swords whooshed into existance as they did so.

"Ross," Falsus said, "I'm beginning to become ashamed of you. Here you are, weak beyond the ability to defend yourself, and all you can do while the healers succor you is whine. Certainly, by now, you should know that you've got an ally who could help you."

As he was talking, as the message from the planet below played on the intercoms, the two Borg cubes spread out in front of the Cybertonian battleship. Rotating as they flew, they began pounding the Garbage Man Planet's space defenses with fire from several different kinds of weapons.

"I don't know how much I can spare," Starscream said, "but I'll give him as much a boost as I can.

"Oh, and one other small detail. I'm not maintaining the seal."

He stretched out a shiny, black hand and a lightning bolt flew from it, hitting Ross. It did not harm Ross, however--far from it. It invigorated him.

Then, Starscream simply disappeared. The last thing to go was his ratty little smile.

I'm returning to Cybertron to continue accumulating energy, he told Falsus.

"Our cube ships aren't going to be able to stand up to the Garbage Men's planetary defense systems forever," Falsus told Ross.

Bump?

OOC: ya I know. been too busy to post lately.

Ross (grining): oviously, you've never had to drink an old potion. (gets on his feet) thanks for the help starscream. looks like I have enough energy to take care of myself, but theres no way I can fight. at least I can self heal though... wait a minnute... (turns to starscream) The seal requires someone to not only guard the gate, but also to maintain and patch it. if your not doing that part, then who is?

Starscream only laughed.

"If I were you, I'd be looking forward to a visit from an old friend," he said as he disappeared altogether.

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I can't even think the words! the former Decepticon thought. If either of them catches wind of this stunt, I'll never pull it off!

With a groan of pain so intense that no mortal being could have made it, the seal shattered. Vira was loose once again upon the multiverse--and there, right before her, just floating there and waiting, a huge, arrogant grin upon his lips, was Starscream.

"YOU!" she bellowed.

"The one and only," he replied.

"WHY, I'LL--!"

Before she could act, Starscream struck her with a lightning bolt.

"AAARRRGH! YOU...WILL...PAY...FOR...huh?"

As she had begun to wind up her torture spell, he had merely smiled and disappeared.

In a distant bubble universe, Starscream allowed himself the briefest of breathers before going back to forge a new balance in the omniverse.

There. Now, I've jacked in to both of their datavices. If they're a cosmic fulcrum on which the rest balances, I'm going to apply some pressure and see what happens.

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OOC: The plan is to take power away from both of them using the datavices. It's pretty devious, actually. What happens to Ross if he and Vira both lose a lot of their powers? What happens to Vira?

OOC: acidently posted befor I finished writing it :rolleyes:

it had been a tough assent. even the workers had given them trouble. the workers were even more trouble than the soilders. they constantly created obsticals for them to get past. they did this with incredible speed. already, the tower itself was changing in apperence. their speed and shear numbers were probobly the cause of this. they were multiplying as well. five or six would get together and unsing junk metal, they would make more of themselves.

dispite their problems, they finaly reached the top of the tower. they opened the mechanical door and ran inside. before them was sigma at the control panel. he turnes around.

sigma: ah john and alise, how good of to join me. but I'm afraid your too late. in only a few minnutes, any and all intelegent cybertronic beings will be on our side. how unfortunute that you couldn't be one of them after all john. trash will be trash after all I suppose.

john: yes, I supose it will. that computer is infected, I don't think anyone in the company wants it any more. (he throws the trash slime onto it.)

sigma: HAHAHA. that will do you no good. the virus simply needed to be loaded from here. other toweres are linked here and are broadcasting it across the planet.
the trash slime though for a moment. it was the virus that was unwanted, not the computer. tiny little jolts of electricity come from the slime as it conects with the system.

they fight (music is first minute of :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGOlwRdKMAY ) runing towords each other, they jump and dodge each other. john and alise manage to make many hits while sigma misses.

ah but I can see that your fairly strong trash, so I will endulge you by fighting seriously. (music change: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7z5-OkaPL4&feature=related) now sigma begins teleporting around. the hits on sigma are less frequent now and he manages to hurt john and alise a little, but not too much.

sigma: it would appere that you have grown in strength as of late. very well, I will endulge you. (holds up datavice)

datavice:datavolution

their is a flash and sigmas form changes again.

form 4:
http://kamotz.com/photos/albums/other/Sigma_in_Mega_Man_X4.jpg

alise: How many forms does this guy have!

battle music (ignore the stupid english sigma voice. it should be much deeper): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1K3YFiwem7M&feature=related

he begins to fly around landing hit after hit. alise is less than a match than john is and falls to the ground unable to move. john is hurt.

sigma: you were a fool to chalenge me robot. now die... WHAT!

the trash slime had finished it's task and now chose to attack sigma. using energy from the system, it relesed a beam of energy forming a sort of beem sword. it then started fliping through the air and leaping around(much to the amazment of john and alise). Withan angery noise, it slashed at sigma. the slashes hurt more than they should have. with a quick movment sigma knocks it away.

sigma (mumbling): that creature... it can take apart code... (he turns and looks at the screan. the signal has changed. an anti-virus is now being brodcast.) grrrr... hmmm. it can take apart the virus? hahaha. of course. john, call off your creature and tell it to go with me. if you do so, then I will halt my attack and leave this planet

john: for you to give up so easily, my trash slime must be very important to you. even if that wasn't the case, do you think that I would realy give it to you?

sigma: allow me to rephrase my proposal a little bit. (teleports and grabs alise) now that you have regected my generous offer, I'm afraid it is no longer valid. relenquise the trash slime to me or she dies a VERY slow and painful death ( he begins to slowly cut her in various places with his sythe...

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vira was extremly suspicious of this little encounter. he had relesed her from her seal and hit her with an insignifigant attack. holding up her datavice, she began to scan her body for abnormalities. she couldn't have a demigod making a puppet of her. she began to scan deeper and deeper into herself. if he had done something, it was very descreet...

Alise screamed with pain as they scythe cut her

John pondered as he fingered his own datavice. Even if he did what was asked and told it to go, he doubted it would go, or would want to go. He wanted to rescue her but he couldn't sacrifice the Trash Slime either... he was at a stand-still he tried think of something else to do, but it seemed that whatever he simulated it would result in a bad outcome. He was out of choices, he'd have to make a decision before it was made for him but.. what?

Time was passing way to fast for John he coming to conclude that he had little option, though just as he was going to admit defeat a quite unusual stiff wind arose which was quite unusual seeing as all the doors were closed. Though there was one place where it could come from. The Air-conditioning duct located high up along a wall, was blowing an unusual amount of air through, the wire-screen that prevented anything from coming in or out burst open and a flock of Vampire bats flew into the room and formed into a hooded creature, it's face hidden by black material, his face was pointed down.

"John might care that she die, but I don't... leave her alone and go and at the end of this you might remain alive." The voice was dark, sinister and there was almost a laugh to it. "It's been a while since I've had some fun." the last word echoed more than it should of like there was something horriffic implied.

This unknown thing was standing on the opposite side of Sigma, as John called wanted the Slime to back down. There they were Sigma surrounded on three sides and a wall blocking his escape the other direction. He had Alise in his grasp and now the situation had changed.

"I don't care what they think they can do to me, Prime!" Falsus bellowed. "Use the matter transporter! Put me down in that scrum!"

"The planet's shielding is still intact. It's still not possible."

"Did you hear that, New Borg? Let's show these singletons the art of the possible!"

Falsus walked over to the weapons console on Ross' flagship as Q-bert joined the two cube ships in pummeling the defensive satellites' shields. With the four of them acting as a single individual, and the command and control of the defenses lacking, it didn't take them long to punch a hole in them big enough to fly a starship through.

"NOW, BOYS!" Falsus said.

What was essentially only a minor fraction of the planets true defenses had been dealt with. Space-based weapons had been destroyed and they were now too close for most planetary defenses to be able to fire and what was able too was chaotic to the point of uselessness.

They were free to land, they had some idea of the direction the passageways were elaborate and confusing, you could get lost though from what they knew from John was that the most important stuff was high in the air or deep underground.

They could see where Sigma landed his ship and there was a another landing pad nearby.

sigma: interesting. you managed to sneak into here without me noticing. I'm sorry, but that creature has particular interest to me. it can do something that I have been trying to do for years. however...(throws alise against a wall and mumbles) what a foolish human. did you realy think you stood a chance against a maverick? (turns to ?????) I can tell that your not one to just forget a demand once made. yet... I get the feeling that you and I are not so different. prehaps we can find a common ground. I would prefer that we postpone this chat. but if your so insistant...

"How quaint..." it laughed "you think I'm Human." it's apparent jovial mood suddenly turned more serious. "You come here uninvited, invade my home and then attempt to bribe me with a position of power?" It's apparent jovial mood returned... "Hah... You are good, and yes, you are right about one thing friend."

"That being, I don't want to fight you... but she does." It stepped back as Alise sprung into action, so did John but in reaction to Alise. Alise took the opportunity as she saw Sigma distracted with the conversation with whatever it was that they encountered. Her sword whizzed as it tried to strike Sigma moments later John's sword too and the Trash Slime as well.

It started cackling "Now, THIS is fun."

Falsus laughed. "Do you really think we're going to have to track them? John is a member. Once a member, always a member, until you choose to leave--and membership has its privileges. We locked onto his ID signal the moment he returned to this universe. It's an automatic function. These are his coordinates! Now, let's get there!"

the ship flew low. falsus, X, optimus, zero, anikin, and luke, and nanoha droped down leaving hotshot and chii onboard to guard the ship.

X: where are they falsus?

falsus: that tower over there. we can use that cargo craft ofer there to get to the top quickly.

nanoha: do you know how to drive this thing?

falsus stoped for a split second

falsus: I do now. lets go. the situation is desperate acording to john. we have to hurry...

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sigma (laughing): I am well aware of what you are monster. but is has been my experience that magic is usualy inefective to mechenoids. this is especialy true for a vampire who dirives his power from blood. unfortunatly, I have no blood so you have little control over me. your phisical abilities are probobly in the same catagory as these fools on the floor. I ca-

just then john and alise jumped up and attacked. sigma took slash from both of them but evaded the trash slime in favor of geting hit by the other two.

sigma: I see. aparently you have some healing abilities. quite a rare ability for a vampire. oviously, you intend to asist them. very well, you shall meet your end here as well. exept for this woman, you have no blood to revive yourself.

OOC: this post is incomplete. will finish later.

ZAP!

Several of the Heroes appeared in front of the cargo ship.

"Alright, Perceptor," Falsus said, "get us in. We'll do the rest. In approximately seven minutes, thirty-two seconds, Prophet's Hope will have neutralized the planet's remaining defenses--currently deactivated but potentially deadly--and we can look forward to having a few (hundred) friends show up and join the party."

OOC: Just so you know, I'm waiting on HH/WH to finish his post

There was a large thud on the far side of the shuttle. The ground shook. Then, there was a soft electronic hum.

"Q-bert!" Falsus said. "I was wondering when you'd get here!"

"Didn't think I'd let you guys keep me out of the $@*#$*( party, did ya?"

"Can you take us up to the top? The interference is keeping me from getting a proper contact with Perceptor."

Q-bert's huge form lumbered over the shuttle. He stepped back on the far side of the group. There was another hum as he transformed from robot mode back into a cube ship.

"Climb a-@$#*#(in'-board!"

OOC: Well, Hate Haven/World Haven is gone, they don't exist in NS anymore. So I suppose we'll just finish this RP off without him

IC:

John, Alise and the Trash Slime held back as Sigma and this unknown vampire conversed, though to be honest Sigma didn'r like this Vampire much it wouldn't take much to at least take him out for the moment, kill these others then work out a way take the Trash Slime away.

And that's what he did, his Datasword swung precivselt through the middle the the Vampire, his body seemed to explode as the sword, but John and those that had good eyesight would notice that the explosion wasn't caused by the sword. The Vampire transformed into a swarm of vampire bats just as the Sword went through the middle. It was a result of a piece of perfect timing, you couldn't this guy didn't have a flare for theatrics.

The bats once again coalasced into his humanoid form.

"Now, now, I said I didn't want to fight, remember, I've had enough fun with you for now, so It's time for serious discussion. Let's face it Sigma you've lost you've met none of your objectives, and you're alone, against a large force. Normally you'd have 2 options, fight or flight. Fight until you die, and you will die, I'd guess that the corporation would try and salvage as much of your corpse as possible and have a simple Drone AI. Or you could somehow escape but with such a complete failure... I wonder how your employer is going to react. My guess is something that even you would rather not think about. So.... I've got a third option for you... Work for us, of course there would be things that we'd do to ensure you're loyalty to the corporation. Though in all other respects you'd be as free as any other employee."

John and Elise were frankly stunned... and Sigma, well you couldn't tell, "What about the slime?"

"You'd have to take that up with John but as for the Maverick Virus. The Corporation won't take that from you. Yes, I know why you're avoiding the Trash Slime."

There was a pause "Hurry, The Borg will arrive any second..." The vampire spoke, with a sort of twisted glee as he watched out over Sigma.

OOC: You can make his decision, I really have no idea what direct this Sigma would take...

OOC: Sorry about using Hate Haven's characters, but...when the nation dies...the ends should be tied...

IC:

"I'M FREE!" Vira bellowed. "AND NOW YOU'RE ALL GOING TO PAY!"

And that was where and when Starscream appeared.

"Payment is such an apt analogy," he said. "After all, you've run up quite a karmic debt in the universe, and made your share of enemies. Not to mention the fact that the Garbage Men will probably seek compensation for the affects that your meddling have had on their planet."

"YOU! HOW DARE YOU LECTUR--."

"Quite right. Words are no use with you, now, are they?"

Starscream reached out his hand...

"WHAT?!? YOU LITTLE SPECK OF GREASE! YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN DEAL WITH M--MY DATAVICE!!! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!?!?!"

"I'm just powering you down a little, that's all."

"But you can't do that! Without me to stop him, Ross will turn the whole of creation into a place of empty, senseless law! Where is your sense of justice?!?!"

"Not to worry, Vira. Ross may not know it, but he's getting the same treatment. That's why I was given this power. Not for you alone, but for the both of you. All of creation is tired of your childish bickering."

As Starscream finished, Ross appeared in front of him.

"Is that...true, buddy?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, my friend," Starscream replied, "but it is. Don't you see? It had to be done for the good of everything."

"But my minions!" Vira screamed. "If you allow them to break free, they'll--."

Starscream let out a sinister laugh. "I know. Isn't the irony delicious. Ross, you're going to have to protect her. Do you think you're up to it?"

"Protect...her?"

"Oh, gods, no! Anything but that!"

Starscream chuckled. "And to think that I used to feel utter contempt for softflesh creatures such as yourselves. I soooooo wonder why. I mean, just because you can't adapt to--."

"Alright," Vira shouted, "I'll do it! ANYTHING to stop YOU and YOUR MINDLESS GLOATING!"

Starscream made a sound much like that of a human clearing its throat. "Very well, then. Let's see what kind of a hero you really are, Ross. I have a funny feeling that your allies will be much more loyal than hers when they come to understand what's going on...which process should begin just about...now."

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All over all of creation--EVERY creation--Ross' and Vira's minions started to revert to their original selves as their datavices, with no seeming reason, all powered down simultaneously.

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"So, Ross, are you as much the goody two-shoes as you claim, or are you going to refuse...a danzel in distress?"

Ross kneeled down as if in pain. "I'll do this, Starscream, but...," and Vira joined him as he finished...

"YOU. WILL. PAY."

"Goodnight, children," Starscream said. "Let me know when you start to grow out of your need for petty conflict." Then, Starscream disappeared, evil laughter filling the air.

"What the hell's going on?" Sigma bellowed as both his and John's datavices powered down, but not Alise's

"It seems things have drastically changed for both you and John, Sigma. No more links to these other power-sources. That means they've gone. The whole reason you were fighting for control over, you are alone and out-numbered, you will die, and in the end achieve nothing. The situation is even more now in our favour now that Alise here is the only one who's little device works now."

Even Sigma had to see the futility of continuing to fight, there was nothing to gain and everything to lose. Though would he flee?

With Vira gone, the only possible reason for his Datavice to fail then the fleeing option was looking much nicer. He would come back one day and take over, if only to pound John into the ground.

Sigma without saying a word disappeared in a transporter beam, connecting himself into the mainframe of the ship it was all he could do to properly pilot the ship. It arose from the surface and fled The Garabage Men Homeworld/HQ.

It wasn't fired on but left to flee into the inky blackness of space, soon enough it started it's FTL Engines and disappeared from the system... forever. Or perhaps not...

"The CEO should be here shortly, though you might want to ask your friends to land. I believe he would like to meet them."

An with that he turned into a swarm of bats again and exited the way he came, through the internal ducting system.

Somewhere outside of space and time, three rather unusual, small but extremely powerful and intelligent beings sat facing a rather unusual, large but...powerful being.

"Well?" the larger one asked, extending his hands in a gesture of supplication. "Was it everything you asked?" Somehow, his large, black form seemed to glow even in the whiteness that enveloped everything that was nothing.

"We did not ask any particular thing," one of them ("See No Evil") said. "But, to put it in perspective, it was more--and less."

"You succeeded in removing the irritant that threatened the multiverse with eternal monotony," the second one ("Hear No Evil") said, "but you have introduced great chaos into the realm of the gods. Even now, fierce battles are set to rage among them as Vira's minions break free and loose perdition upon all that they can."

The third one ("Speak No Evil") nodded.

"Hah!" Starscream replied. "It seems to me that you boys wanted a little chaos! You were the ones who wanted an end to the monotony!"

The three beings remained silent.

"So, what brings us together again?" Starscream asked at length. "Certainly, you wouldn't be here just to converse with a relative dullard such as myself--as easy as that is for you." The former Decepticon's voice all but dripped sarcasm as he finished that last sentence.

"The reason for our being here should be obvious, even to you," See said.

Starscream chuckled. "Damage control? You're worried about the little genie that you've let out of the bottle, and you want to put it back in?"

"We need to determine the optimum course of fate," Hear said, as if Starscream had said nothing.

"Of course," Starscream replied. "And, if I were you, I wouldn't trust me as far as I could throw me--which, in this place, for lack of a better term, isn't far at all. You never know when my petty lust for power will return, or if I'll lose sight of the difference between my personal goals and the greater goals of those around me."

"You do presume," See said. Speak spread his hands in a large circle.

"Yes, I know," Starscream said. "You said 'fate;' you did not say my fate. But why am I here, then, if not to receive your judgment?"

Speak put his hands on his hips. Then, he spread his right hand in a circle.

"You are...most familiar...with godhood," Hear said, "and with the workings of a certain universe. We sought to confer with you. Though things are still much more complicated than you have discovered, we have seen that you are capable of elevating the level of your consciousness. It is possible...if you work very, very hard...that, one day, you may even arrive about us."

"Yet, you have indicated that you do not wish to remain as you are," See said.

"Ohhhhh, quite the contrary," Starscream replied. "I would like nothing more than to be able to push into the scrapheap of history anyone who stands against me--Megatron, Falsus, the lot of them! Hah! But there's the rub. Falsus especially I am fond of. For all the pain that little pest has caused me, I couldn't bear to see him come to harm. So...what happens in the future, when Falsus goes the way of all organic life...and the next one comes along...and I, being the blindly selfish creature that I am--don't even realize what's there before me? I want me to stay a god. You don't."

Speak slumped to the ground, though there was no ground. For all the world, he looked as though he was laughing his head off.

"Very well," said See. "We release you from your burden. When you feel that...we...are ready for you to walk among the gods, we will be there."

And then Starscream found himself waking up next to John and Alise, whose datavice powered down as he did.

"The CEO should be here shortly," someone said (as he was just starting to wake up, he wasn't exactly sure who), "though you might want to ask your friends to land. I believe he would like to meet them."

As he said those words, what looked like a Borg landing cube flew in through the huge doors that led into that part of the facility. Starscream recognized it instantly. It was Q-bert.

"Something tells me that request will not be necessary," Starscream said, sitting up with a groan, "but I have a funny feeling that this CEO of yours is going to want something from me--from us."

Starscream could only see the last of the bats go through the grate when he could properly see. John knelt down beside Starscream, he was unsure what had just happened. Starscream felt different, different than he had ever felt.

"The Sunstone... it's gone..." he spoke in a rather concerned tone of voice, he didn't need to say anything else, it was more for the benefit of those around that he said anything at all.

"I have no idea what he might want with us, but when he wants to see you, he sees you."

Trevor Desorté (http://www.nswiki.net/index.php?title=Trevor_Desort%C3%A9) had a knack of making things happen and if he wanted something done, one way or another it would be. Though somewhere... not too far away (but not too close either)

"Sir, The force that had assaulted the communications tower building is gone, the only known surivivor of that attacking force has fled... Sir?" A security officer knocked on a door and relayed the information to the man inside the secure room, the man was the aformentioned Trevor Desorté.

"Yes, I heard you, I'm going to see them."

"But sir, we are unsure of their status they could be hostiles, one of them a terminator named John was even involved in that incident, an attempt on your life."

"Don't be stupid, they're not hostiles, there just waiting there. I am going to see them, it's just a matter if you will do what I say, and you can be there incase something does go wrong, but it won't."

The security officer sighed "I don't know how you could be so certain, sir."

"It's time to sit down and talk, anyway, who's the Boss here?"

"You, Sir."

"Good, now let's get going."

The door opened to reveal Trevor in a suit, he was dressed very formally and immaculately, he presented very nicely, and started on his way flanked by the first security guard to be joined by a second moments later. It would take around 6 minutes for them to arrive at the console room.

The Guards would enter first, followed by Trevor. "Ladies, Gentlemen, Mechanoids and other beings... I am Trevor Desorté. The CEO and owner of this establishment. And who may you be?"

"Falsus of Borg," said a voice from inside of Q-Bert. As the voice spoke, the transport cube opened to allow the little Borg a way out. As the Borg stepped out, the cube morphed into a more humanoid form--though pipes and wires were still visible everywhere. "Member of the New Borg Ruling Council, Chief Command Officer of the Tactical Cube Prophet's Hope and general all-around pain in the neck."

"Q-Bert of Borg," Q-Bert said, "an' I brought this $@!#$$# here."

Falsus raised an eyebrow.

"It's OK," Q-Bert said by way of explanation, "you're a GOOD $@!#$$#."

"Thought you had company, Falsus," Starscream said.

"They all disappeared on the way in. I heard Ross saying something about a general recall, so I assume that they're all safe."

Trevor smiled at the excahnge between Falsus and Q-bert "At least you've got a good working relationship." he ended this with a chuckle.

"Speaking of company, I believe this is Starscream of Borg, as well. Welcome... I'd offer you refreshments but it doesn't look like you need them. John, Alise and the Trash Slime... Everyone's here.

"So first thing's first, I'd like to thank you for the assistance to the corporation, And I have to admit, I am personally in your collective debts. As for continueing our discussion perhaps we should relocate, I believe there are some technicians that want to check out the room seeing as there have been some hostile aliens inside. So If you'd follow me, please."

Should Falsus, Q-bert and Starscream follow (Alise and John would follow of course) then they'd be lead down the cooridoor to a meeting room. Similiar to the one on John's ship where all this started what seemed a long time ago.

Falsus, Q-bert and Starscream followed. They were lead down the corridor to a meeting room similar to the one on John's ship where this had all started what seemed like eons ago.

OOC:

That was easy. :) :p :)

OOC: :p Very funny, Mister.... not :p

IC: "I have to admit, that this was quite a bit of ride, an attempt on my life, and the assault on Communications hub, as well as the virus and resulting chaos. It's been a day I won't forget in a hurry." Trevor addressed everyone who was there.

"I also know about Ross and Vira, I can now only assume that with what's happened to these data...vices, have gone and are out of the picture. Though Sigma is out there somewhere. I always wondered why they gave the sunstones to us and I guess now that has been answered. I'm sure that without the influence of the Borg that things would of turned out much different indeed, and I can see that John is now more than just a terminator."

"Normally, in discussions, were attacks against defensive installations were made, this is where those involved would be imprisoned, forced into servitude or make reperations for any damages. Depending on the situation, though as a recognition of your attempts to aid us while being fired upon by our own defenses. None you will have to worry about that, and infact I would like to formalise relations between our two groups by appointing a de-facto ambassador. Seeing as he's already enjoined, I would like to offer the post to John, should he accept and that such a proposition is acceptable to the Borg. He'd be the bridge between us, representing the Borg to us, and us to you."

He finished his little talk, while he didn't technically ask a question he was waiting for the answer. A brief smile passing over his face while he did a half head bow to the group of borg that were physically there.

"We're game if he is," Falsus said.

There wasn't a lot of speaking going on, but the collective was buzzing.

Starscream: ...and if you don't tell him that we still haven't paid for those sunstones yet, I'll keep my yap shut, too!

Falsus: Alright. I fully expect that they're monitoring the collective, though...and I must say that we would have been more than happy to leave a repair team or two here to fix the defenses that we had damaged if he so desired, and will be happy to guard the planet while the pitiable shell of their full defense that we were forced to disable is restored...if he'd asked. Oh well.

Q-Bert: Yeah. He's probably listening in, isn't he?

@)#*(&%"#%^*(#&$%!!!!!!

$@*($@#*%&!!!!

#!@**($%^)(!!!!

Ahhhhhh! That felt good.

John could only laugh as the collective buzzed through his eletronic mind

I don't know if he is or not but from what I have heard he is very intuitive when it comes to non-verbal communication, and he's probably read all the reports I sent back when the sunstone was still up for grabs.

"I will accept the post." He spoke still laughing

Trevor looked at John for a moment, pausing looking over him and the Borg. "I'm glad that you find something funny, but there is something that you should know. Due to this incident, there will be a total over-hall of HQ security. The fleet that normally would be patrolling was unfortunately distracted elsewhere, and the planetary defense network for the most part were controlled by robotic beings of various levels of sentience."

"So they hit several weak points, in normal situations I'm sure that your ship would be destroyed and only small fragments floating around would remain... though not for long. There is a security overview going on and so I can't comment about measures that will be taken to prevent a situation like this happening again."

"Oh, and I believe there is still the matter of the sunstone, it seems there was a communications glitch we never did receive the technological information that you purchased the stones with, if would you RE-transmit that information I believe our business dealings for now would be complete."

I can't tell if he knows there wasn't a transaction to begin with or not... He's notorious for being hard to read as well but in either case, I'd recommend making sure that it gets through.

As John finished communicating Trevor apparently had one more thing to say "Oh, John, Afterwards I would like to see you personally about something."

Falsus: I hope that this is going to be worth the pain it's going to cause, Starscream.

Starscream: You're right. It ONLY saved this universe and several others from Ross and Vira. Maybe we should try to negotiate a better deal. ::snicker snicker:: Besides, we get a bonus. I still know how those Datavices work. ::snicker snicker snicker::

"Certainly," Falsus said, "we will honor the terms of the arrangement."

"One small detail, though," Starscream broke in. "Your employee, Alise, has some property of mine that was given her on loan for the duration of this emergency. I'd like to have it returned, if no one minds."

Falsus: Won't do you any good. John and I still have...now where did that thing go?

Starscream: ::snicker SNICKER snicker::

Trevor glared at Falsus for a moment, before addressing Starscream a well-mannered smile returning to his face. "Of course, I presume you'd want it now? though we can perhaps come to some arrangement to extend the loan for a short period? perhaps. After all you have basically taken a good employee from us."

"Which one is that?" Falsus asked, a grin starting to form under his optical sensors. "After all, the New Borg have interacted with two of them--though we have done nothing to your employees without their informed consent, and can return them both to you in pretty much the condition they were in before they consented to interact with us...

"As for the item on loan, we are certainly willing to bargain."

Starscream: Falsus, do you have any idea what you're doing? That thing is so complex you could fill a room full of data crystals with just its operating manual.

Falsus: Then how are you able to...

Starscream: Because its developers were geniuses. They gave the thing a command language so simple that any four-year-old human could figure it out. It practically teaches you how to operate it all by itself! From there, you can download the rest. It wouldn't take someone like Gizmo two minutes to...

Falsus: Understood. Security codes?

Starscream: Yes, but they're mine. If my data processors can encrypt them, then people like the Garbage Men, whose computing power makes Prophet's Hope look like a video game, could make mincemeat out of them in no time flat.

Falsus: You don't need to convince me about their computing power...so we're just going to have to set our price accordingly.

Starscream: You're a fool if you let them have something like that at any price.

Falsus: Maybe--but some said that it was foolish for us to buy the Sunstones. I think we got a bargain. Let's see what they have to offer.

"That would of been a collaboration and is certainly not what I'm talking about here... What I am talking about here is the Liason position that is being created, such a position, especially considering John is enjoined would require him to be with you, as honestly there would be an unnecessary security risk of an enjoined individual within our HQ, thus essentially transfering our personnel over to you. It would obviously be easier to contact you through John than any other means as he is our terminator but, in practice he'd most likely be another one of your crew, and of course while we have an inprinciple agreement about the position and who should fill it, I have by no means, solidified any agreement between us. It would be a shame if the agreement we are coming would be stalled because of any such misunderstanding of our current position."

Trevor primarily is a business man, and a business man knows all about negotiations and how to do things to put his opposing negotiators over a barrel. After all there was a reason why TGM was a now a corporation of galactic scale and could very well be considered a nation in it's own right.

Gah. I thought we had an agreement on that. He's certain;y a wheeler and dealer ain't he.

Starscream: I could always do the Decepticon thing: point my guns at him and tell him that, if he kills me, the Collective will just upload my consciousness.

Falsus: Waste of time. I doubt that he'd even be here if he didn't have a similar system in place. We've got better things to do than bicker over who's got the biggest...life force.

Starscream: I'd still like to take the lead in this one. I want to see the look on his face when he finds out we're tougher than he thinks we are.

Falsus: Then, by all means, be my guest--and yes, John, your CEO can really put the pressure on. One would expect nothing less from a leader of his stature, though.

Starscream: Somewhere in this I hear a brag that you're a member of the New Borg High Council.

Falsus: Nope.

"If that's what you want, we can disenjoin your...employee and start over from square one," Starscream said. "The New Borg Collective will certainly survive. Of course, you'd have to ask yourself what it would do to the...potential rental agreement...if there was no proper liason to serve as contact during the rental period..." He smiled his most obnoxious smile.

"Of course we could... though neither of us really want that, Do we Starscream." There was a little chuckle in his voice "You are enjoying this aren't you, well, I'd have to admit so am I." the chuckle turned into a few seconds of laughter.

"I'll tell you what, I'll sweeten the deal with a free large-scale TGM operation, at the discretion of the collective. Though if you don't use it in 10 years the offer will go begging. That's as far as I'll go, after all we've got to repair the damage to our defense net."

Meanwhile at the Exterior of the System

A large space fleet entered the System, markings identified it as being the Planetary Guard. The Single largest fleet of The Garbage Men and the one responsible for defense of the HeadQuarters.

Communications were exchanged between The flagship and the HQ before any communications were sent to any Borg ships in the region.


From: TGMS Security 1
To: New Borg
Subject: Prescence

Welcome to The Garbage Men HQ, As we, the Defensive Fleet for this system, are now here you are required by protocol to inform us of any action, or movement. Anything that we haven't been informed of, and confirmed will considered a hostile action and will be dealt with accordingly.

Thank you for you visit.

"I'll take that deal," Starscream said, "and raise you. In return for the simple stipulation that I be allowed to access the device for two minutes prior to the implementation of this deal, and an unhindered communication signal with our ship, Prophet's Hope,[i] nearby, I'll let you have the device for the ten years during which we may call upon your services."

Falsus: [i]What are you doing, Starscream? You just said that...

Starscream: I've been thinking about this. This technology is really too dangerous for any one race to control. We need to impose checks and balances--even on ourselves. We've dealt with these people. They're self-interested, but they honor their deals. Whom would you rather trust, the Decepticons?

Falsus: These people are terribly reckless! Their social model causes them to engage in incredibly risky behavior! Who knows what something like that would do in their hands--or whose attention it would draw?

Starscream: Quite frankly, the attention thing is something that I am particularly eager to observe.

Falsus: Let's hope that you don't create a monster.

Starscream: Look who's chatting.

Falsus: I don't understand.

Starscream: More than anyone else in this world, you created ME, didn't you?

Falsus: No. You had a bigger hand in it than I. Don't go blaming me for it.

Starscream chuckled a mirthful chuckle.

Starscream: Close enough. Offer stands.

Falsus: Agreed.

Elsewhere, Prophet's Hope had established communications with TGM Central, and had begun transmitting the information to pay for the Sunstones.


From: New Borg
To: TGMS Security 1
Subject: Re: Prescence

We will gladly do as you ask. We have no hostile intentions toward you,
and, in fact, have recently intervened to help maintain your current
government.