Post by leroypowell3 on Sept 21, 2013 11:08:07 GMT
Under the glow of the yellow sun, they began to appear.
Unfamiliar faces stared back at each other. Confused expressions were met with mirror countenances. Everyone was
spinning full circle, looking up and down. They were looking their own selves over.
The Black Panther had been looking at his hands just a moment ago and they were bare. He was in a meeting with the chiefs
of the Wakandan tribes. Now his hands were gloved. He was in his full costume. And surrounded by strangers.
Mostly.
“T’challa.”
The Black Panther knew that voice. Slightly distorted as well as muffled by the faceplate. Hoping that he was wrong, the King
of Wakanda turned in the direction of the speaker and uttered his name.
“Doom.”
Dr. Doom stood there, arms to the sides. He looked relaxed, but his body language told of his nervousness. The clenched fist.
The lowered chin, indicating an alertness of one who was usually in control of a situation not knowing what would happen
next.
Black Panther made a statement. “Judging from your posture, this is clearly not your doing.”
“Mysterious powers are at work here.” Doom admitted. “I do not know most of these individuals.”
“Nor do I.” Black Panther glanced around again to confirm his own declaration. “Perhaps we should start meeting our
companions.”
“Too strong a word…” said Doom as they parted ways.
A man was standing with his back to the others. He had his arms folded, and he stood with a pride that rivaled Dr. Doom’s.
“Friend!” Black Panther called out. “My name is T’Challa, the Black Panther! Who are you?”
The man didn’t answer.
Curious, Black Panther came closer. “Friend?” He said again. “I was talking to you.”
He put his hand on the man’s shoulder. With a warrior’s swiftness, the man spun around and with a back fist. T’Challa leaped
back with matching reflexes.
“What is the meaning of this hostility?” Panther demanded.
“I heard you, ‘Black Panther’” the man finally spoke. “I am Akuma. You move like a warrior. I would test your skills.”
T’challa cocked his head. “We are in the middle of an unknown situation! What madness requires you to test another man’s
fighting skills at a time like this?”
Akuma was already shifting into a fighting stance. “There is no time like the present.”
The space in-between the two men was sucked up by a Native American man. He was powerfully built, although that wasn’t
much of a description as most of the individuals in the room were ‘powerfully built’.
“Braves!” his commanding tone was complimented by his hands pushing out at the other two men. “We should not be
fighting!”
“If you wish to be the first to fall before me, Apache,” Akuma said. “I will oblige you.”
A stern but no too angry face came over the Native American. “I am Longshadow, the Apache Chief. Do not make threats
because I will crush them.”
His muscles rippling, Akuma settled deeper into a combat stance. “All of you will fall.”
*****
“Hey! You’re Kimberly! The first Pink Ranger!”
Kimberly looked the other woman over. She was a dressed like a Power Ranger; pink even. There were differences in the
design as well as the visor shape on the helmet. “Who are you? How you know me?”
“My name is Jen. I’m the Pink Time Force Ranger. I’m from about a thousand years in your future.”
“What are we doing here?” asked Kimberly.
“I don’t know.” Jen looked around. “I don’t know who any of these people are.”
“Ladies.” A spiky-haired man approached them. He spoke politely which contradicted his serious expression. “You seem to
know each other.”
“Uh not exactly.” Kimberly shrugged.
“I’m sorry.” He frowned. “Your costumes almost match. My name is Toshiro Hitsugya- captain of the 10th Soul Reaper
Division.”
“Soul Reaper?” Kimberly repeated the title with concern.
“A noble cause, I assure you.” Toshiro said. “Do you have any idea what this is all about?”
“No.” Jen answered professionally. “We should scout the crowd. See who’s here.”
“Then I suppose we should start with us.” Toshiro hinted. “I’ve told you my name…”
The two Pink Rangers were glad that they had their helmets on because they were both embarrassed at their impoliteness.
“Oh I’m The Pink Ranger.” Jen gestured to herself.
“I’m the Pink Ranger, too.” The awkwardness resonated through Kimberly’s introduction. “Uhhm, we should probably get
some distinction here.”
The confrontation between Akuma and Black Panther and Apache Chief drew their attention.
“Typical,” Toshiro huffed. “Even when we don’t know each other or what’s going on and someone want’s to fight.”
“Let’s see if we can calm them down.” Jen suggested, already on the move.
Toshiro beat her there. Apache Chief was bracing for Akuma’s attack as was the Black Panther. He wasn’t sure who’s side he
wanted to be on, but it didn’t matter. Stopping this skirmish was his only goal.
“I doubt we’re here for this.” Toshiro said with a warning tone.
“Most of us agree.” Black Panther responded. “But this man seems intent on fighting someone.”
********
Darth Vader decided that he should stay quiet and learn. Despicably, such a lesson came from Obi-Wan Kenobi and not from
Palpatine.
The presences around him were strong in The Force; but in a different way. They didn’t seem to ‘have’ The Force as a Jedi or
Sith would. Their connection to it was more of a relative association.
“You look bewildered.”
Vader felt the man before he had even said anything. Upon gazing at him, Vader understood why he approached him. He was
dressed in all black, a sort of armor that failed to impress a dark lord of the Sith. His helmet stood out most of all. It was well
oversized, shaped like some sort of aquatic creature.
He introduced himself. “Black Manta.”
“Darth Vader.” It felt strange telling his name. Where he was from, everyone knew who he was.
“What do you make of this?” asked Black Manta.
“We have been gathered for a purpose.” Said Vader.
“That seems obvious.” Another man approached. He was almost as large as Manta and Vader were in their armors. He clearly
wasn’t human, with intense wrinkles broadening from his nose to all the way up his forehead.
“Everyone is beginning to converse. Exchanging information could bring some answers. I am Worf - son of Mog.”
After telling their names, Vader inquired. “I do not know your species.”
“Klingon.” Worf told him. “But I serve in the United Federation of Planets.”
Vader had never heard of either, but this line of discussion would get them nowhere.
“Have you learned anything?”
“No.” Worf answered. “From what I’ve overheard, everyone is equally confused.”
“Someone should do some reconnaissance.” Black Manta suggested. “Figure out where we are.”
“A good idea.” Worf nodded.
The Akuma, Black Panther, Apache Chief altercation drew their attention. As they watched, they saw two pink uniformed
females and a spiky-haired Asian man trying to calm things down.
“This disturbance is not our concern.” Declared Vader. “We should begin exploring.”
Worf and Black Manta followed him out.
********
He heard them talking and oddly, he could understand them. The language wasn’t ancient Egyptian, but somehow, he was
able to comprehend their chatter.
Even more impressive than that, Imhotep was fully restored. Not just resurrected but at full power.
Marching up to the nearest individual, The Mummy pointedly asked him. “Who are you?”
The Dragon Emperor looked his conversation partner over. Imhotep wondered if the Asian man could understand him.
“Who are you?” The Dragon Emperor threw right back. This confirmed their ability to communicate.
Imhotep issued another question. “What is this place?”
The Dragon Emperor chose to answer. “I don’t know.”
“These are strange beings.” Said Imhotep. He softened his tone, realizing that being demanding was not the best way to
learn anything.
Instinctively, Morrigan was draw to the two mummies. She slid her body in-between them.
“You two look like you’re working things out.”
The Mummy and The Dragon Emperor looked at her.
“Hey! Where are those guys going?” She pointed to an exit in which Darth Vader, Worf and Black Manta were going through.
“I think they are seeking answers.” The Dragon Emperor watched the resolution in their movements.
“Should we follow them?” asked Morrigan.
“No.” Imhotep said thoughtfully. “There is an easier way.”
He clasped his hands together and then separated them. Filling the space in-between was a clump of sand. It started to take
the shape of a bird. And then that sand-bird started to move just like the real animal.
The tiny avian flapped its wings and The Mummy let it fly. After the trio it went and what it saw and heard, Imhotep would
also.
********
While the other beings began conversing- learning each other, trying to get some kind of understanding of the situation-
Shockwave stood still and took everything in. Several humans walked right past him, thinking the Decepticon was a statue.
The most peculiar thing was his reduced size. Shockwave was now equal in stature to the flesh creatures. Some of them were
even larger than him.
A familiar mech came up to him, disrupting his intake.
“Shockwave.” He spoke with the accent of Earth’s Russian people. “It has been many megacycles.”
“Ravage?” Shockwave guessed.
“Yes.”
Shockwave studied Ravage’s new form. No longer a panther that transformed into one of Soundwave’s cassettes, this
upgraded Ravage walked on two legs. He had a panther’s head like an Egyptian deity and his entire body was black just as it
had always been. None of that required comment. Shockwave did have a query. “What do you mean, ‘many megacycles’? “
“I am from a time in your future. Although you do not survive to see it.”
“Explain.”
“The Decepticons have lost The Great War. Our descendants have converted to smaller, more efficient protoforms;
Predacons. We continue to plan our revenge on the Autobot descendants, The Maximals.”
“Intriguing.” Shockwave’s single eye dimmed with pondering.
“I find it intriguing that whoever or whatever brought us here reduced you to this size.”
“I hypothesis that my power is still sufficient to vaporize these flesh creatures if needed.” Said Shockwave as boastfully as his
logical mind could simulate.
“I agree.” Ravage glanced around. “But I don’t think it will come to that. It seems as if we are all to be working together.”
“A debatable assumption.” Shockwave made his own visual sweep. “I have gathered data on most of these beings as they
interact. A complete alliance seems beyond their capability.”
“I know what you mean.” Said Ravage, his gaze settled on the Akuma centered altercation. It was growing.
“Fools.” A flesh creature had slithered into their midst. He was wearing armor cloaked in a green hood and cape.
“A bold one, this is.” Ravage glanced him over.
“You mechanoid beings are intelligent enough to stay away from such idiocy. You, above the others, may be worthy of my
association.”
The two mechs exchanged amused looked. “What could you possibly have that could benefit us, fleshling?” Shockwave asked.
They eyes under the mask narrowed. “Have a care, robot. I am Doom. My favor is not to be depreciated.”
“You have not answered my question, Doom.” Shockwave pressed.
The villain began to turn away, a ploy to draw them in. “I thought it might be interested to know about the impending
attack.”
********
“They look like they may be on to something.” Lt. Linn Kurosawa nodded at the three black-garmented men leaving the
room.
She had been conversing with a female barbarian-looking woman named She-Ra and a large black man with dreadlocks who
had identified himself as Holocaust.
There was a fourth man standing among them, but he hadn’t said anything beyond his name- Koragg the Knight Wolf.
Linn gave her thoughts on her comment. “We should probably follow their example.”
“I think we should continue meeting everyone here.” She-Ra gave another idea. “Those three can report back whatever they
find, I’m sure.”
“All the action is over there.” Holocaust pointed at the growing altercation centering around Akuma. “He didn’t know any of
the players but none of them looked like they were any match for him.
“It’s the biggest group.” Linn reasoned.
She-Ra led the way. But when they reached the group, Holocaust spoke up first.
“What the f*** is going on here!”
Black Panther, Apache Chief, both Pink Rangers, and Toshiro whirled on him.
“Lower your voice!” Black Panther commanded.
“F*** you! We ain’t got time for this b***s***!”
“You’re not helping friend!” Toshiro tried to explain.
“I see no problem with another lamb to the slaughter.” Said Akuma.
Holocaust snarled at him. “You must be the one who want’s his ass kicked.”
“I think there’s a line.” Kimberly joked.
The boiling conflict seemed to stir Koragg.
“If it is battle you thirst for, The Knight Wolf offers a deep drink.”
“Didn’t I just say there was a line?” Kimberly commented with an irate tone.
Finally bubbling over, violence broke out. But it wasn’t in the manner that had been threatened.
Jem‘Hadar soldiers poured into the room. They attacked everyone.
Fight Parameters
Black Panther
Koragg (from Power Rangers Mystic Force)
Apache Chief
Kimberly (Pink Morphin' Ranger powered with ninja coin)
She-Ra
Toshiro Hitsugaya
Lieutenant Linn Kurosawa (from the old Alien vs. Predator video game)
Jen (Pink Time Force Ranger)
Holocause (from Blood Sydicate)
Akuma
They are under attack by a group of 50 Jem‘Hadar soldiers.
All of them have rifles and melee weapons as back up. They are storming the facility and pouring into the room in various sized groups. It will take about ten minutes for all of them to make their way in.
I’m sure we all agree that the Jem‘Hadar don’t stand a chance here, but let me know if you think anybody in the group might fall or at least get injured.
Unfamiliar faces stared back at each other. Confused expressions were met with mirror countenances. Everyone was
spinning full circle, looking up and down. They were looking their own selves over.
The Black Panther had been looking at his hands just a moment ago and they were bare. He was in a meeting with the chiefs
of the Wakandan tribes. Now his hands were gloved. He was in his full costume. And surrounded by strangers.
Mostly.
“T’challa.”
The Black Panther knew that voice. Slightly distorted as well as muffled by the faceplate. Hoping that he was wrong, the King
of Wakanda turned in the direction of the speaker and uttered his name.
“Doom.”
Dr. Doom stood there, arms to the sides. He looked relaxed, but his body language told of his nervousness. The clenched fist.
The lowered chin, indicating an alertness of one who was usually in control of a situation not knowing what would happen
next.
Black Panther made a statement. “Judging from your posture, this is clearly not your doing.”
“Mysterious powers are at work here.” Doom admitted. “I do not know most of these individuals.”
“Nor do I.” Black Panther glanced around again to confirm his own declaration. “Perhaps we should start meeting our
companions.”
“Too strong a word…” said Doom as they parted ways.
A man was standing with his back to the others. He had his arms folded, and he stood with a pride that rivaled Dr. Doom’s.
“Friend!” Black Panther called out. “My name is T’Challa, the Black Panther! Who are you?”
The man didn’t answer.
Curious, Black Panther came closer. “Friend?” He said again. “I was talking to you.”
He put his hand on the man’s shoulder. With a warrior’s swiftness, the man spun around and with a back fist. T’Challa leaped
back with matching reflexes.
“What is the meaning of this hostility?” Panther demanded.
“I heard you, ‘Black Panther’” the man finally spoke. “I am Akuma. You move like a warrior. I would test your skills.”
T’challa cocked his head. “We are in the middle of an unknown situation! What madness requires you to test another man’s
fighting skills at a time like this?”
Akuma was already shifting into a fighting stance. “There is no time like the present.”
The space in-between the two men was sucked up by a Native American man. He was powerfully built, although that wasn’t
much of a description as most of the individuals in the room were ‘powerfully built’.
“Braves!” his commanding tone was complimented by his hands pushing out at the other two men. “We should not be
fighting!”
“If you wish to be the first to fall before me, Apache,” Akuma said. “I will oblige you.”
A stern but no too angry face came over the Native American. “I am Longshadow, the Apache Chief. Do not make threats
because I will crush them.”
His muscles rippling, Akuma settled deeper into a combat stance. “All of you will fall.”
*****
“Hey! You’re Kimberly! The first Pink Ranger!”
Kimberly looked the other woman over. She was a dressed like a Power Ranger; pink even. There were differences in the
design as well as the visor shape on the helmet. “Who are you? How you know me?”
“My name is Jen. I’m the Pink Time Force Ranger. I’m from about a thousand years in your future.”
“What are we doing here?” asked Kimberly.
“I don’t know.” Jen looked around. “I don’t know who any of these people are.”
“Ladies.” A spiky-haired man approached them. He spoke politely which contradicted his serious expression. “You seem to
know each other.”
“Uh not exactly.” Kimberly shrugged.
“I’m sorry.” He frowned. “Your costumes almost match. My name is Toshiro Hitsugya- captain of the 10th Soul Reaper
Division.”
“Soul Reaper?” Kimberly repeated the title with concern.
“A noble cause, I assure you.” Toshiro said. “Do you have any idea what this is all about?”
“No.” Jen answered professionally. “We should scout the crowd. See who’s here.”
“Then I suppose we should start with us.” Toshiro hinted. “I’ve told you my name…”
The two Pink Rangers were glad that they had their helmets on because they were both embarrassed at their impoliteness.
“Oh I’m The Pink Ranger.” Jen gestured to herself.
“I’m the Pink Ranger, too.” The awkwardness resonated through Kimberly’s introduction. “Uhhm, we should probably get
some distinction here.”
The confrontation between Akuma and Black Panther and Apache Chief drew their attention.
“Typical,” Toshiro huffed. “Even when we don’t know each other or what’s going on and someone want’s to fight.”
“Let’s see if we can calm them down.” Jen suggested, already on the move.
Toshiro beat her there. Apache Chief was bracing for Akuma’s attack as was the Black Panther. He wasn’t sure who’s side he
wanted to be on, but it didn’t matter. Stopping this skirmish was his only goal.
“I doubt we’re here for this.” Toshiro said with a warning tone.
“Most of us agree.” Black Panther responded. “But this man seems intent on fighting someone.”
********
Darth Vader decided that he should stay quiet and learn. Despicably, such a lesson came from Obi-Wan Kenobi and not from
Palpatine.
The presences around him were strong in The Force; but in a different way. They didn’t seem to ‘have’ The Force as a Jedi or
Sith would. Their connection to it was more of a relative association.
“You look bewildered.”
Vader felt the man before he had even said anything. Upon gazing at him, Vader understood why he approached him. He was
dressed in all black, a sort of armor that failed to impress a dark lord of the Sith. His helmet stood out most of all. It was well
oversized, shaped like some sort of aquatic creature.
He introduced himself. “Black Manta.”
“Darth Vader.” It felt strange telling his name. Where he was from, everyone knew who he was.
“What do you make of this?” asked Black Manta.
“We have been gathered for a purpose.” Said Vader.
“That seems obvious.” Another man approached. He was almost as large as Manta and Vader were in their armors. He clearly
wasn’t human, with intense wrinkles broadening from his nose to all the way up his forehead.
“Everyone is beginning to converse. Exchanging information could bring some answers. I am Worf - son of Mog.”
After telling their names, Vader inquired. “I do not know your species.”
“Klingon.” Worf told him. “But I serve in the United Federation of Planets.”
Vader had never heard of either, but this line of discussion would get them nowhere.
“Have you learned anything?”
“No.” Worf answered. “From what I’ve overheard, everyone is equally confused.”
“Someone should do some reconnaissance.” Black Manta suggested. “Figure out where we are.”
“A good idea.” Worf nodded.
The Akuma, Black Panther, Apache Chief altercation drew their attention. As they watched, they saw two pink uniformed
females and a spiky-haired Asian man trying to calm things down.
“This disturbance is not our concern.” Declared Vader. “We should begin exploring.”
Worf and Black Manta followed him out.
********
He heard them talking and oddly, he could understand them. The language wasn’t ancient Egyptian, but somehow, he was
able to comprehend their chatter.
Even more impressive than that, Imhotep was fully restored. Not just resurrected but at full power.
Marching up to the nearest individual, The Mummy pointedly asked him. “Who are you?”
The Dragon Emperor looked his conversation partner over. Imhotep wondered if the Asian man could understand him.
“Who are you?” The Dragon Emperor threw right back. This confirmed their ability to communicate.
Imhotep issued another question. “What is this place?”
The Dragon Emperor chose to answer. “I don’t know.”
“These are strange beings.” Said Imhotep. He softened his tone, realizing that being demanding was not the best way to
learn anything.
Instinctively, Morrigan was draw to the two mummies. She slid her body in-between them.
“You two look like you’re working things out.”
The Mummy and The Dragon Emperor looked at her.
“Hey! Where are those guys going?” She pointed to an exit in which Darth Vader, Worf and Black Manta were going through.
“I think they are seeking answers.” The Dragon Emperor watched the resolution in their movements.
“Should we follow them?” asked Morrigan.
“No.” Imhotep said thoughtfully. “There is an easier way.”
He clasped his hands together and then separated them. Filling the space in-between was a clump of sand. It started to take
the shape of a bird. And then that sand-bird started to move just like the real animal.
The tiny avian flapped its wings and The Mummy let it fly. After the trio it went and what it saw and heard, Imhotep would
also.
********
While the other beings began conversing- learning each other, trying to get some kind of understanding of the situation-
Shockwave stood still and took everything in. Several humans walked right past him, thinking the Decepticon was a statue.
The most peculiar thing was his reduced size. Shockwave was now equal in stature to the flesh creatures. Some of them were
even larger than him.
A familiar mech came up to him, disrupting his intake.
“Shockwave.” He spoke with the accent of Earth’s Russian people. “It has been many megacycles.”
“Ravage?” Shockwave guessed.
“Yes.”
Shockwave studied Ravage’s new form. No longer a panther that transformed into one of Soundwave’s cassettes, this
upgraded Ravage walked on two legs. He had a panther’s head like an Egyptian deity and his entire body was black just as it
had always been. None of that required comment. Shockwave did have a query. “What do you mean, ‘many megacycles’? “
“I am from a time in your future. Although you do not survive to see it.”
“Explain.”
“The Decepticons have lost The Great War. Our descendants have converted to smaller, more efficient protoforms;
Predacons. We continue to plan our revenge on the Autobot descendants, The Maximals.”
“Intriguing.” Shockwave’s single eye dimmed with pondering.
“I find it intriguing that whoever or whatever brought us here reduced you to this size.”
“I hypothesis that my power is still sufficient to vaporize these flesh creatures if needed.” Said Shockwave as boastfully as his
logical mind could simulate.
“I agree.” Ravage glanced around. “But I don’t think it will come to that. It seems as if we are all to be working together.”
“A debatable assumption.” Shockwave made his own visual sweep. “I have gathered data on most of these beings as they
interact. A complete alliance seems beyond their capability.”
“I know what you mean.” Said Ravage, his gaze settled on the Akuma centered altercation. It was growing.
“Fools.” A flesh creature had slithered into their midst. He was wearing armor cloaked in a green hood and cape.
“A bold one, this is.” Ravage glanced him over.
“You mechanoid beings are intelligent enough to stay away from such idiocy. You, above the others, may be worthy of my
association.”
The two mechs exchanged amused looked. “What could you possibly have that could benefit us, fleshling?” Shockwave asked.
They eyes under the mask narrowed. “Have a care, robot. I am Doom. My favor is not to be depreciated.”
“You have not answered my question, Doom.” Shockwave pressed.
The villain began to turn away, a ploy to draw them in. “I thought it might be interested to know about the impending
attack.”
********
“They look like they may be on to something.” Lt. Linn Kurosawa nodded at the three black-garmented men leaving the
room.
She had been conversing with a female barbarian-looking woman named She-Ra and a large black man with dreadlocks who
had identified himself as Holocaust.
There was a fourth man standing among them, but he hadn’t said anything beyond his name- Koragg the Knight Wolf.
Linn gave her thoughts on her comment. “We should probably follow their example.”
“I think we should continue meeting everyone here.” She-Ra gave another idea. “Those three can report back whatever they
find, I’m sure.”
“All the action is over there.” Holocaust pointed at the growing altercation centering around Akuma. “He didn’t know any of
the players but none of them looked like they were any match for him.
“It’s the biggest group.” Linn reasoned.
She-Ra led the way. But when they reached the group, Holocaust spoke up first.
“What the f*** is going on here!”
Black Panther, Apache Chief, both Pink Rangers, and Toshiro whirled on him.
“Lower your voice!” Black Panther commanded.
“F*** you! We ain’t got time for this b***s***!”
“You’re not helping friend!” Toshiro tried to explain.
“I see no problem with another lamb to the slaughter.” Said Akuma.
Holocaust snarled at him. “You must be the one who want’s his ass kicked.”
“I think there’s a line.” Kimberly joked.
The boiling conflict seemed to stir Koragg.
“If it is battle you thirst for, The Knight Wolf offers a deep drink.”
“Didn’t I just say there was a line?” Kimberly commented with an irate tone.
Finally bubbling over, violence broke out. But it wasn’t in the manner that had been threatened.
Jem‘Hadar soldiers poured into the room. They attacked everyone.
Fight Parameters
Black Panther
Koragg (from Power Rangers Mystic Force)
Apache Chief
Kimberly (Pink Morphin' Ranger powered with ninja coin)
She-Ra
Toshiro Hitsugaya
Lieutenant Linn Kurosawa (from the old Alien vs. Predator video game)
Jen (Pink Time Force Ranger)
Holocause (from Blood Sydicate)
Akuma
They are under attack by a group of 50 Jem‘Hadar soldiers.
All of them have rifles and melee weapons as back up. They are storming the facility and pouring into the room in various sized groups. It will take about ten minutes for all of them to make their way in.
I’m sure we all agree that the Jem‘Hadar don’t stand a chance here, but let me know if you think anybody in the group might fall or at least get injured.
"Whats the point of handcuffs? They're not to keep people from being free, they're to make people submit!"
And a nice start for this arc as well. Good one, leroy, but while I know we don't have nearly the character profiles up yet, you want to at least post a link to the Jem'Hadar profile we made for reference somewhere in your match.