Subj: [ffml] [MW] Paying the Tailor Date: 00-03-12 01:43:49 EST From: magus@cyberverse.com (Daniel Polcari) Reply-to: ffml@onelist.com To: ffml@onelist.com Some time ago... On a beach on the Narshe Continent's northern shore, surrounded by sheer cliffs. E'ris had gained nothing from his encounter with the Dark Lord other than the taunting knowledge that this evil being had transformed his own protective pylons into binding seals which prevented him from using his own Gear. The passage of time did not much matter to him, however the fact that The Dark Lord, whose name he comprehended to be Thanatos, had decided to ignore him. E'ris had spent most of the three some-odd days he had been trapped on this beach enclosure to increase his telekinetic skills and to increase the anisokinetic properties of his armor. On this third evening, E'ris was interrupted from his training by an urgent-feeling message from Tyrmagest. Apparently, the local 3-dimensional fabric around the Earth had been briefly disturbed by a teleportation device fairly recently. The gate generated was only barely large enough to transmit sensory data, perhaps for the purposes of "sounding" another dimension for safety reasons. Tyrmagest noted this wound in Space and the fact that the point of incidence was a portable machine operating under the Earth's surface. E'ris knew that this meant that there was an operable Gate Generator to be found. In his current disposition, however, that fact was of no use to him. He thought of how he could possibly moniter local dimensional breeches more effectively, and perhaps even capitalize on the field disturbance to help free his Gear. He lodged a fragment of his will in the powerful binding field set by The Dark Lord, causing it to begin hemorraging energy to prevent its penetration. He allowed Tyrmagest to then direct this energy to search for and examine all variably-located dimensional gates. E'ris would escape this silent beach the next time the Gate Generator was used. It was time to Hang the capitalists, and they had not sold him, but rather GIVEN him, enough rope to make thousands of nooses. +----------------------+ | Daniel Steven Polcari| Subj: [ffml] [MW] Hallo Spaceboy Date: 00-03-12 17:02:14 EST From: agover@midmich.cc.mi.us (Aaron Gover) Reply-to: ffml@onelist.com To: ffml@onelist.com (FFML) From: Aaron Gover Vincent looked at the crates piling up in the storage rooms. SO far, his contacts in the other dimension were supplying him with the needed weapons. Now all he needed were troops to use them. Maybe he could -- The next thing Vincent knew, he was examining a stalagmite hanging from the ceiling as dust settled all around him -- or was it a stalactite? Formed by dripping water over milions of years. Truly a miracle of nature. But what was he doing on the floor? Vincent remembered the blast. "SHIT! That came from the sealing room." Vincent ran doubletime down to the sealing room only to find the place in shambles -- even moreso than he had left it. Even more disturbing, the Necronomicon ex Mortis was missing. "Jesus, what are the chances of this happening?" A beeping on his belt drew his attention. It was coming from the gate generator. Displayed on the screen was: "The probability that this would occur was 3,109,831.123 to 1." "Oh shut up." he told the machine. "Gods, I was having such a good day. What else is going to go wrong." Another beep drew his attention to the gate. Displayed was one word: "This." Then Vincent was hit in the small of the back by something dirty, smelly, and pissed off. * * * Ash was definitely not in a good mood. He, Chaerii, and Jeala had trekked a long way underground to find that the cavern where the Necronomicon was supposed to be. They had even sifted through the rubble in the room to see if it was still here -- no dice. Consequently, he was dirty, smelly, and pissed off. Suddenly, Chaerii looked up from the divining she had been doing. "Somebody's coming this way!" Ash nodded, and they all took cover. Ash braced himself on a small ledge above the entrance to the chamber, while Chaerii and Jeala hid behind the rubble of the pedestal. A gaunty man in green armor strided forcefully into the room. "What else is going to go wrong?" he asked. Ash showed him, by landing the heel of his boot squarely in the center of the man's back. * * * Vincent felt the breath rush out of him and rolled across the floor for almost ten feet. By the time he came to a complete stop, he was back on his feet and facing his oponent. He instantly went into a fighting stance. "Who are you and what are you doing here?!" he asked arrogantly. "Names Ash. Who are you and what'd you do with the Necronomicon?" "I was about to ask you the same thing. No matter. Prepare to die." Vincent replied. He couldn't afford to have any humans know of his existance quite yet. The man responded by driving his curiously metal right hand into Vincent's stomach. Vincent barely felt it. The power he syphoned from the seal was still within him, and he was wearing his armor. He turned his most carnivorous grin on the man. "My turn." With one backhand, Vincent sent the man flying almost 20 feet. He lay in a motionless heap, face down. "Well my friend, are you ready to die now?" Vincent stepped over to the man and turned him over with his boot. * * * Ash landed in a heap on the floor, trying to remember how to breathe. He barely heard the man in green's taunt. He heard the footsteps coming closer, and slowly reached down to grab his shotgun. The man asked "Are you ready to die now?" and turned him over. Ash responed by jamming the end of his shotgun against the man in green's abdomen and pulling both triggers. "Not yet." The man in green collapsed in a spray of... Green? blood. "Ewwwwww." exclaimed Ash. He turned to where the two women were still hiding. "Thanks for all your help, but we're leaving." The three took off down the corridor. * * * Vincent felt the pellets from the gun enter his body and tear up his insides. "Stupid! STUPID!" he chastized himself as he siezed his power and began to repair the damage. It took nearly a minute, but Vincent had finally managed to patch himself up. He took off down the corridor after the scent of the intruders. "Here I come, vermin!" he shouted in fury. * * * "Here I come, vermin!" echoed down the corridor. Ash glanced over his shoulder to see the man in green -- sans hole in body -- gaining on them. "In here!" he said, ducking into a side room and slamming the thick steel door. He furiously searched around the room for something to help him get out of this bind. He found some crates with... ENGLISH on them? He busted one open, only to reveal clips of ammunition for an automatic weapon of some kind. He discarded it in disgust. Guns were ineffective against this guy. The man began to pound on the door, leaving large dents in the steel. Jeala went to brace the door. Ash continued to search frantically. "Ash, here, put this on." instructed Chaerii. She held in her hand something that looked like leather suspenders. "But --" Ash stopped. Something in Chaerii's eyes told him not to argue. He quickly strapped on the harness. As soon as he fastened the last clasp, he felt strength flow through him. "This may just work..." That was the moment the door chose to give way under the mans pounding. Jeala was flung aside as the man strode into the room. "Hey," asked Ash, "have you ever considered a job as a Jehova's witness? You've got the right attitude." The man did a vicious jump kick towards Ash. Ash put his hands up to block, and, not even knowing what he was doing, grabbed the man out of the air and slammed him to the ground so hard it cracked the stone floor. Ash looked at the man as he rolled back and got to his feet. "My turn." he said. To be continued... -- "Itchy. Tasty." -- Resident Evil Aaron Gover (aka VincentValintine) Subj: [ffml] [MW] Taking Good Measure[ments] Date: 00-03-13 03:16:16 EST From: magus@cyberverse.com (Daniel Polcari) Reply-to: ffml@onelist.com To: ffml@onelist.com CC: agover@midmich.cc.mi.us (Aaron Gover) Bingo! Time had passed, but not much of it. The owner of the gate generator had finally utilized it. The breech he created was large enough this time to transport people and objects, and thus it was more than large enough to suit his needs. E'ris waited until the subspace wound was close to his position and then quickly intensified his assault on the Dark Lord's binding field. The energy it generated was only great enough to compensate for the strength of the assault.. However, its adjustment was a little too slow. E'ris swiftly shut off his attack on the field just as the hole in reality passed through it. The enormous level of energy exiting the field collided with the unstable pocket of space. E'ris had hoped this event would overload the field and destroy it, but he had mildly miscalculated the Dark Lord's power. The surge of energy angrily attacked the subspace wound, peeling off its scab in a catastrophic cascade of unknown particles. Kaymat's left shoulder guard became slightly translucent for a second before evaporating into an explosion of glittering crystalline shards accompanied by shreds of the underlying iron. The arm fell for a second before dully striking the inside of the binding field and rebounding off of it at hyper-velocity. What followed was an ungodly loud and earth-shaking explosion. When the smoke inside the field settled to the lower portion of the bubble, what remained was a wreck no longer recognizable as Kaymat. Blade-shard fragments of cathe drium surrounded the badly scorched and twisted chunks of metal and ceramic. "Okay.. Now I am pissed!" E'ris bitched in a guttural voice as he drew out his sword and stepped into the freshly-opened hole in space-time. From: darklord@compusmart.ab.ca (His Dark Lordship) As the hole slowly closed, from the woods beyond strolled the figure of darkness. He chuckled. "Well... well..." he chuckled. "I believe that will show him who's still in charge." The Dark Lord looked at the Drium scattered about. Shrugingly, he picked a piece up and pocketed it. Smelling the burnt air left by the vortex, he chuckled. "He'd better be careful where he's going. Old Suut is far less merciful than I..." And he walked back into the dark woods. From: magus@cyberverse.com (Daniel Polcari) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Vincent had spent a fair deal of time playing with his new tool and making other-dimensional contacts with various militarily-endowed beings. His stockpile was now leading him into foolish, power-crazed thoughts so that he did not even sense the being within one of the crates that comprised part of his most recent shipment of weapons. Nor did he know that nearly all of his contacts in the other dimension were now reduced to a pile of bloodless pieces, their bodies fileted and cauterised by the plasmatic blade of Tyrmagest. E'ris crouched comfortably in his crate as Vincent rushed off to meet the other, far-less-dangerous intruders which had come into the base at exactly the right moment. Standing up in sync with the wall of force that rushed out from his body, destroying the crate, The Seeker smiled with satisfaction as the sounds of battle and the cupric smell of blood reached his senses at the exact moment that he sensed the nearby pile of Drium shards. E'ris laid an unstable sphere of Drium among the weapons crates and walked at a leisurely pace down the hallway after Vincent, watching the ensuing battle through his mind's eye. Tsuzuku.. (To be continued) +----------------------+ | Daniel Steven Polcari| | magus@cyberverse.com | | Nemesis^ on IRC | +----------------------+