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(How big is this Gurren Lagann piece?)
With the guards taken care of, I move over to the second portal and investigate if this gate is linked to similarly contained pieces.
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. |
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Narrator: not that sneaky bug
*he says crawling thru the vent* we just can't be seen, else I'll drop the whole sound effect. I see light ahead. *the building shakes as the stronger heroes break in. The vent creaks* hey be careful Narrator: what? * the vent gives way to Narrator, dropping him down to the floor below.* Narrator: Good thing no one can hear that......
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"Yo!" says the Vault to the Narrator, never looking up as it's fingers run deftly over the console keys. "What'cha doing in here? The rumble's happening downstairs. If you're up here, you're not generation any power."
Suddenly, the sound of hundreds of little robotic legs plinking along through the air vent fill the room. The Vault clicks its teeth. "Darn it, should of figured they'd catch on. Whatever. You keep those off this console, I'm trying to do something." A few swift clicks and the machine was finally configured to collect and store emotional energy, in particular fighting spirit. That strange energy know as spiral power was pouring through the building, feeding into any available receptacle. AS the fighting intensified, more and more would be created. Now it just had to find a way to transfer the energy.
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(The piece is immense. You can't even see all the way to the top of the bottom of a single piece. It's far too huge to be moved without your reality bending powers. For now, you're not trying to move them yourself. Just keeping others from getting to them. Just handle the portals as you can.)
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Narrator dusts himself off...
Areson: Well, looks like it's time to get ready to fight! Narrator springs into action! Using force waves to decimate the oncoming waves of enemies.
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(Alright. Well I've already maneuvered to examine the next portal. Do they all feature the same setup or shall you narrate the next area? Feel free to delete these comments.)
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. |
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(Same set up.)
(I'll delete when I see your next post on handling the stargates...)
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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DETECTED: PSYCHIC SPIRAL ENERGY RISING. came an autonomous voice message over the Garden's intercom speakers.
The message was obviously pre-recorded. The true Motherboard Prime's voice was otherwise engaged down below in the mechanized Madison Square Garden lobby, directing various robotic, computerized and cybernetic assaults. DEPLOY (75) anti-psionic units. ARM (20) technopathic firewalls. DEPLOY (35) shockproof panels. DEPLOY (15) soundproof panels. DEPLOY (10) fireproof panels. DEPLOY (10) coldproof panels. DEPLOY (10) waterproof panels. DEPLOY (5) quakeproof panels. DEPLOY (100) hover drones. Analyzing the whole of the crowd, Motherboard Prime was unwavering to match whatever attack was thrown at her with fierce swiftness. It seemed as though she had prepared for nearly every eventuality the superhumans would throw at her. And having access to the superhuman databases of Primatech Paper company, S.H.I.E.L.D., Batman's batcave database and more seemed only to better prepare her. Or, at least they prepared her for the first few minutes. Though, in all honesty, as time wore on, it had become quite apparent that Motherboard Prime had intended to do most of her fighting (short of unleashing Ten'gen Top-pa Gurre'n La'Gann itself) outside of the Garden's walls. While a multitude of panels were sent out to keep superhumans at bay, and numerous devices and mechanisms were employed to neutralize supers and counteract their powers, there were still plenty of stationary computers and other machines that were anything but prepared for the superhuman assault. Reed Richards noticed it first. From atop a pillar of whirling gears, as his outstretched arm clung to an adjacent pillar and clothes-lined a trio of oncoming drones, he called down to his nearest battle-mate. "Superboy! The computers below...the gears and cogs and panels are covered up, but some of the computers aren't! Tell some of the fighters down below to take them out before Motherboard Prime thinks to protect them! They're undoubtedly important to her operations!" (I'm gonna narrate at least one computer destruction scene; anybody who wants to narrate as another superhero aside from yourself, then feel free to do so. Trying to take up a bit of room before Zale's countdown. It's coming soon.)
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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I emerge out of the second portal. This time the intimidating head of STTGL fills the horizon of the sub space as more guards work at the controls of the behemoth machine. Not knowing what these platform mounted control stations could offer, I decide that they are too valuable to risk damaging in a fight with the guards. I would have to lead them off as I did with the others.
I send a flare of light into the air to draw their attention and the machines jet off towards me as they did before but without the hindrance of my Overdrive to slow them. My wings spread out and I take off as well, jetting along just outside the range of my pursuers and firing just enough attacks back to keep them interested. I flee into the next portal along the chain. A piece of STTGL fills the void above, but I do not have time to evade it a more robots from this new subspace join in pursuit of me. My plan was risky. It would rely on my allies restoring our powers by the time I had drawn the guards into the final subspace int he chain.
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. |
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"Oh no no NO Mom. Can't let that happen." The Vault said, fingers flying over the keys. "We wouldn't want out little friends getting discouraged. That would cut into production." It eyed the slowly filling Spiral gauge it had managed to pull up greedily. It began disabling panels remotely willy nilliy, leaving more computers free to attack.
"I'm not gonna disable all the panels (what would be the fun in that), but you don't get to take your toys away while we're still playing. SHAHAHAHAHAH!"
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DEPLOY (300) hover drones.
DEPLOY (50) spider drones. DEPLOY (10) battle tendrils. DEPLOY (500) tech-imps. DEploy--zzzzrrrttt--dePLOY-- ERROR. ErRor. DEplOY--zzrrtt! A man in black looked up from freezing, fire-blasting and telekinetically tossing robotic foes, "Did anybody else hear that? Natasha? Motherboard Prime's voice. It wavered. First time it's wavered this entire time. Someone's messing with her wiring--" "Now's not the time, Sylar!" A redhead in skintight black took only a brief second to caution her temporary fight-mate, "We're covered on all sides--Gabriel, look out!" Sylar turned, just in time to see yet another black-clad beauty--her hair stark white--streak across his range of vision, taking down with her a bulbous spherical hover drone that had just been headed straight for him. Tumbling bodily, the girl and the robot landed in a heap; the girl backed up just in time to see the robot crushed under a gigantic foot, easily enough to leave a dent in a car. "Hey, watch it, Gentle!" He turned for a split second to scold his battle mate, "Do well to watch that you are not trampled underfoot, Felicia." Black Cat huffed, and ran back up to Sylar and Natasha stood back-to-back, to take out what ground level attacks she spotted. Kicking aside the basketball-sized spider drones, and punching out nimble robotic imps made her most grateful she decided to go with the kevlar gloves for the impending Technari invasion. DEPLOY (500)--CORRECTION: (50)--CORRECTION: (5) tech-imps. ZZZZZZRRRTT--zeeett--zrrt! DEPloy--gzzzzztt! "Oh, great." Natasha groaned, "More? Doesn't this cyber-b***h ever run out of--?" "Watch out!" Yet a third black-clad body blurred past Sylar's eyes, taking Natasha with it, right on time for a tree-trunk-thick metal tendril to make land just where Natasha had been standing. She pushed whoever it was off of her. They seemed to be enjoying the position they'd landed in a tad too much. "So, who are you supposed to be?" she asked, looking the curvaceous black-clad form over with a raised eyebrow, "a female Black Panther?" "Close. Catwoman." Green eyes glittered, and the beauty flashed a smile, before turning back to Black Cat, "Now's not the time for introductions, though, I'm afraid. While that thing is dug into the ground, whaddya say we run up it and see just how much trouble we can get into?" Black Cat watched for a second as the battle tendril struggled to free itself of the crater it dug itself into; she looked back to Catwoman with a mischievous grin. "Two Black Cats?" she took off toward the tendril, claws splayed, "Sounds like bad luck for them!" And without another look back to where Sylar and Black Widow stood, Black Cat and Catwoman took off full-speed, dove onto the great tendril, and clambered up its wide form with the effortless finesse that their names would suggest. And as they clawed their way up to the heights, dodging and taking down whatever drones and mechanisms might get in their way, others in the crowd, Beast, Beast Boy, Quicksilver, The Flash, Toad and many more, began making their way up to higher ground. No way would they let the high fliers, web-slingers and teleporters have all the fun, in the freer air of the vastly expanded upper ceiling.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Crap, all of these drones, we need something to slow em all down....
*From a distance, two robotic forms crash into the room. One short, black and gray tones, and the other, sleek, tall and pink* "Dee Dee! I thought I told you, no stupid girls were allowed in this battle, the Technari took my Computer, and...." "Yea, yea, you gotta get it back Dorkster!!" *the two machines still defeating drones whilst arguing. "It's Dexter, boy-genius! They can keep Mandark, but I need my Computer!" Narrator: Hey Dexter, you think you can help destroy some of these drones? Dexter: "Of course I can, but we know that Dee Dee is better, she's as destructive as she is dumb!" Dee Dee: "Why thanks, but hey!" Dexter: But there are too many for even I, the Justice Friends are helping, but we need more help, a distraction..." Areson: A distraction! I got it! Narrator: Oh God no! Don't say it! Don't you fool! Areson takes a deep breath Areson: Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fana Bo Besca the THIRD! The ground shakes across New York. Narrator: It took me a good three years to trap those three the last time, and you let em loose?! Well you did make the password her name, you know how fond of it you both are.... The ground cracks infront of Narrator, and a yellow water tower springs out, the letters 'WB' engraved on the tower door. It pops open and three shadow forms leap out. "We're the Warner Brothers!" "And I'm cute!" Narrator shakes his head. Narrator: Well guys, look, I need you to do me a favor! The Warners jump up and down! Wakko: What do you want us to do? The Technari are a little up tight, and they affected Narrator and his friends' powers. Wanna mess up these toys a lil? The Warners: Do we!! The Warners begin running and jumping, destorying drones in the process. Dee Dee:Ohhhhh,....I wanna play! Dexter:Dee Dee NOOOO! DeeDee robot runs off, crashing into drones, spinning them around and dancing with them....
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Watching the Dee Dee related chaos, I couldn't help but mutter under my breath.
Why couldn't I have thought of that? No matter. The clock was ticking down.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
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"Ooh, hey, that looks like fun." calls a voice from atop a tangle of wires, as he looks down on some familiar trickster faces; the red-clad, blue-skinned weirdo ruffles his white-streaked black hair, rears back, and then takes off with a burst of electrical power, and a confident war cry of, "Ohhh...FREAK OUT!"
With his trademark reckless abandon, he joined Bug as a fellow demented human pinball, in the fray of choice enemies for slamming. Though, the Red Tornado knows better than to simply take off in any direction, like his odd comrade Freakazoid. Projecting a deciding blast of cutting wind to deal with a pack of ten drones headed toward he and his young ward, Micah, he picks up the young boy, and heads up to the heights. Drifting with expert agility through the wave of falling droids, soaring drones and leaping hyper-agile tech-imps, the Red Tornado lands on a platform ledge held secure by Hawkeye and Green Arrow. To the young technopath, the Red Tornado replied before being asked, "As my interface with many computer systems has taught me, sentient computers tend to hold their most prize possessions out of reach. Within their deepest bowels. Up high where ordinary beings cannot easily reach. Even perhaps far away. If you want to find anything valuable, you shall likely find it up here. Micah nodded, and turned back from the ledge, to the corridor the ledge led to. Inside, he would discover other technopaths, led by the cyber-minded Sage. First stop on their tour of electronic pandemonium and digital mayhem? The various language comprehension and communication centers throughout the Technari's cybernetic stronghold.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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As the chaos raged within the Garden, four figures suddenly appeared as if from nowhere. Just behind them, mechanical reinforcements converged on the Garden, to enter and put down the rebellion inside. The four turned to this roaring tide of machines and one of them, an old woman in a black cavalier uniform, withered grey hair done up in a bun and covered by a large black hat, put her wrinkled hand on her sable and began to draw.
One of the others, a large grey skinned man in worn wading pants put his malformed hand on her shoulder. "Hold up Maupin. Get into a fight out here and we'll wind up cratered along with the rest of this place. We're only here for the Vault." The old women signed, and re-sheathed her blade. "Why did we even come out here, Load?" "Because the Vault probably didn't hear that message on account of being inorganic." Load replied. "It'll live. We would have been safer floating off over the ocean with Cervantes." Cervantes had indeed managed to get his ship flying again, though it still listed to the side something awful. Still, it was better than staying in the city and getting blow up or whatever that Zale guy was about to do. He'd begged them not to leave the ship, but they had a mission. "Besides." Said the third figure, polishing the big gold pin on his checkerboard suit reading 11, "Sherman looked at us with those big mournful eyes and begged us to go help Mr. Vault." Maupin and Load looked down at the floor, pained annoyance on their faces. Sherman with his damn kitten eye could convince anyone on the ship to do anything. Maupin looked back up at the man. "Well, can't you just stop time and grab him, Zeppelli?" Zeppelli shook his head mournfully. "No thank you." He said urgently. "As long as the Vault isn't powered, what it's not doing is keeping paradox off my back. With every time use I can feel it getting closer and closer. The Vault can bring you three back, you'll just die. I'll cease to exist if I let the paradox catch me." He caught one look at the old woman's face and quickly his behind Load. "I'm sorry. But look, your pal 11 got you this far. Didn't he?" A beam lit up the sky as it shot at the foursome from the oncoming robot horde. Suddenly Maupin was there in front of the group, sword drawn. She slashed out, and struck the beam securely in the middle. The beam split, falling on either side of the group. The split traveled up the beam until, somewhere in the horde, a robot lost an arm. She turned to her companions. "Let's hurry before they're upon us." They ran into the smashed up entrance from where the supers had broken through and Load turned to face the doorway, his bloated frame almost filling it completely. "Go on. You don't want to see what I'm about to do." They kept running inside and Load lifted his hands to his head. With a wet squelch, he took off his face. The nearest line of robots headed to the hole, electricity shooting from their heads. One tried digging out it's optics, more simply put their weapons to their heads and fired. Each wave that got a fix on Load did this as their processors tried to reconcile the logic of their programming with the existence of a creature such as him. Inside, the three made it to the fighting floor and saw the battle unfolding before their eyes. "Well Zeppelli, I had my doubts about your information." Maupin said, crossing her arms. "But looking at all this, I'd say the Vault has definitely been here." "You can always count on Zeppelli, Miss Maupin." Zeppelli replied. She ignored him, instead addressing their final companion for the first time. "Can you find it in all this mess, Your Grace?" His grace, a perfectly ordinary grey wolf clad in a royal purple cape and crown, braked twice and rushed out into the melee. Maupin grabbed Zeppelli and followed."
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"Hey Dot, is that monkey wearing black and yellow spandex?"
"It looks that way Wakko, I wonder if he can give me the name of his designer." The three continue to 'play' decimating drones, and occasionally stalking attractive heroes and villains. Narrator: Well Areson, I guess that worked better than expected. Now I just gotta think of a way to conceive them back in the tower. That's a thought best saved for later, focus on the task at hand. We have to help back up the others while they try to shut that machine down Narrator: That's a can do, all three of us will give back up until....wait, where did Areson go? He wondered off moments ago, I have a feeling where he is.
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