Written by Mr.Sandman 05-01-2002 12:03 PM
Written by Mr.Sandman 05-01-2002 08:24 PM
The dark mist gathers and divides to yet again reveal the Sinister Sandman who nods and smiles wickedly.
"Well, Hello again" He greets coldly "Now I bet some of you out there are dying to know about a villian such as my self, am I right"
(deadly silence)
"Well, sence I have nothing else to do for now I'll give you a little history on how I came to be" He moves the mist with his hands and gathers it in one spot where a blue beam from his finger frezzes it into a ice chair which he then sits in.
"Well it all started a long time ago (actually it was 3 days ago) when Mr.Sandman (my mirror double) first got his powers. After testing his powers for a bit he noticing that try as he might he could only create 5 clones of himself (this is mostly caused by the fact that every time he splits, a little of his energy is transfered to the clone and after so many splits he eventually runs out of the energy needed to produce the next one). After trying constantly for a couple of hours he got the most hair brained idea possable (Of coarse I would expect no less of a dolt like him). He thought if he enerized himself after producing the 5 clones he would be able to make more but no amount of energy shakes was going to give him that kind of power so he turned to the closest energy source, which just happen to be a voltage port ( I know what your thinkin, what kind of guy trys to electrocute himself, I ask myself that same question every night). After produceing as many clones as he could he prepared to stick his finger in the port but what he doesn't know (and I do) is that the energy he uses to produce the clones is a positive type of energy while the port carried electricity which is a negitive type of energy. When Mr.Sandman touched the port the electrical went into his body but because his body was not accustom to making clones with negitive energy it took longer to make make them than Sandman first thought and he got a major shocking from it. With his momentary loss in concentration the clones returned to his body which caused further problems sence the energy of the clones was added to the electrical energy already in his body and the mass amount of energy in his body would kill him if he didn't act soon. Through an act of luck (or at least it seems that way) Sandman managed to use his split form powers to seperate the positive from the negitive and thus return him to his normal amount of power. But Sandman could not rejoin with the clone sence it would overload him with power so he eventually eave up and left the clone possably hoping that the clone would be able to live out its own live."
The Sinister Sandman rose to his feet and laughed
" The Clone that he created was made entirely of negitive energy and acted the total opposite of Sandman and the other clones acted. Can you guess who that clone became?
He smiled and pointed to himself.
"He became me. Now I know you must all be going like this but it's all true (well...so to speak).
"Ah yes, before I forget, I must tell you my powers. They would be:
1)Because of my highly negitive nature I can product an extreamly powerful blast of electrical energy which could either
stun or kill.
2)I can drain energy from any other lifeform that comes into contact with.(kind of like rogue)
3)I have control over the elements in much the same way as my mirror double.
He turns and slowly walkes back into the mist but turns just before the mist wraps around him.
"We'll I hope this has been a plasent waste of your time and I hope to do it again some time"
He nods and laughs before disappearing into the mist.
Written by Mr.Sandman 05-02-2002 05:26 PM
Chapter 1 - Sinister Sandman's Evil Plot!
This story begins in Sinister Sandman's secret subterreanian stronghold. At this time, he's inspecting his new base of operations with his 2nd in command, a unknown minion.
"Aahhh... yes, I see that my base is coming along nicely! Perhaps I won't kill you after all! BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA! *cough* hach! *wheeze*"
The minion nods in agreement.
"Have you learned anything about my mirror brother, Mr. Sandman?"
The minion tells Sinister Sandman about how Mr. Sandman has joined HALST, and is currently stationed at their HQ.
"Curses! Now I will have to rethink my revenge plan..."
He wanders around his secret subterreanian stronghold, pondering what to do next.
"Hhmmm..." he thinks to himself, "Now that Mr. Sandman has joined HALST, it's going to be a lot tougher to get to him. And those other HALST members may cause me a lot of trouble!"
Suddenly, an evil grin develops over Sinister Sandman's face.
He turns back to his minion, and says, "Have you learned anything about the security system at HALST HQ?"
The minion gives his master a broad overview of HALST HQ's security system, allowing Sinister Sandman to devise a way to break in. He decides that since he is a clone of Sinister Sandman, he can pass off as him at HALST HQ, using his fingerprints, and DNA, has proof that he IS Mr. Sandman.
But now, in order to pull this plan off, he says to the minion, "I'm going to have to lure Mr. Sandman away from the HQ".
After pondering for a few more seconds, he comes up with a brilliant idea - "I know exactly what I'm going to do".
"I'll send him an invitation to a party that's going to be happening in New York City. And when he arrives to the party, I will ambush him, and take him prisoner! Then, I will go to HALST HQ, and sabotage thier base! BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA! *cough* Hack! *Wheeze*"
Hours later at HALST HQ, Brief is bringing in a letter just delivered to Mr. Sandman.
"This just arrive for you, Sandy" says Brief.
"Thanks, Mr. Underwear! " says Mr. Sandman taking the letter.
Brief leaves, and Mr. Sandman opens the envilope, and reads the contents of the letter.
"Wow! There's a big ice-cream bash going on in New York City! And it's happening in about a hour! I better get going!"
And with that, Mr. Sandman rushes out of his room, and out of the HQ, and begins to fly his way to New York City...
What shall happen next? Shall Sinister Sandman succeed in capturing Mr. Sandman? Or shall Mr. Sandman not fall into his trap? Be here for part 2, to find out!
Written by Mr.Sandman 05-02-2002 07:55 PM
Just a few moments ago Mr.Sandman arrived in NYC and was eager to arrive at the party, unaware that SS had planed a very cold reception for him. Mr.Sandman removed the map that had been enclosed in the letter which showed the location of the party, Which seemed to be just outside the city limits.
"We'll, this must be the place." Mr.Sandman looked at the run down old cottage that stood before him.
"Maybe I had the map upside down" He said but at that moment the door opened slightly and a hand emerged which pointed to him and geastures him to come inside.
"This really must be the place then" Mr.Sandman thought to himself "All right! Cake,bars,icecream,here I come" and with that he shot down and ran through the door.
From the inside the house looked even older and about the only new things around where a table staked with goodes and a chair which faced away from the door. "All the food is here but where are all the people" Sandman walked in and the door shut behind him followed by large metal-like sheets covering all the doors and windows. "Hey, What's going on." Mr.Sandman glanced around the room which had somehow turned into a large cell.
"Welcome to my little playpen" came a sinister voice from the chair which spins around to reveal the sinister Sandman grining wickedly. Mr.Sandman stumbles back "Who are you!".
SS climbs from his chair and steps into the light in front of Mr.Sandman. "Who does it look like I am" SS shot back at Mr.Sandman who shrugged "How shoud I know who you are, You look a little familair but that all". SS stares coldly at Mr.S "Oh really, so you can't even remember what your own clone looks like" Mr.S jumps back "No, that can't be true".
"But it is" SS smiled "Don't tell you forgot that day 4 days ago when you first created me and left me to rot" his smile fades
and is replaced with a hateful look "and you'll pay for that right here and now" SS steps towards Mr.S "You want to know what I'll do, first I'll beat you up a little, and then after a have finished you off..." he smiled "I'll go to HALST HQ dressed up like you and..." his smile grow larger and more evil "I'll steal all there pool tables".
Mr.S looks at SS in shock "You monster! What kind of person steals pool tables!!" he balls up his fists in anger "I'm not going to let you do that!". SS laughs "You think you got a chance you little weakling, well it's about time I get rid of you once and for all!"
Both clones stare at each other coldly and then...
Written by Mr.Sandman 05-03-2002 09:24 AM
"This is your last chance Sinister Sandman, give up on this dumb plan of yours and get back to mirror earth before I have to teach you a lesson" Mr.Sandman speaks trying to sound confident but only causeing SS to laugh harder.
"I can't belive I'm being threatened by Mr.Loser. I say the only lesson you can teach is how to intentionally lose IQ" SS laughs wickedly "So I say it's time for a pounding!"
With that SS begins launching fireballs at Mr.S who scrambled around the room trying to avoid getting burnt to a crisp. Mr.S jumped and ducked behind the over turned table as several balls struck it sending smoke flying around the room.
SS smiled in satisfaction but his smile was cut short as Mr.S flew out of the smoke and slamed headfirst into SS sending him against the wall.
"I don't want to hurt you SS so just give up and leave" Mr.S looks at SS as he recovers from the blow.
"Very well Mr.Sandman" SS smiles "I'll give up and leave just as soon as I get up" SS struggles to lift himself and then turns back to Mr.S "You wouldn't mind helping me up would you".
Mr.Sandman nods and reaches out to take hold of his hand but as soon as his hand comes within reach SS grabs Mr.S's wrist forcefully "Ha!Ha!Ha! You fool!" SS laughs "Maybe I should of mentioned earlier that I had the power to drain life from anything I touch".
Mr.S tried to pull away but found that his strenght was begining to fade. After only a few seconds Mr.S had fell to the floor unable to move.
SS got back up and looked down smiling "It was fun while it lasted but now its time to end this once and for all."
Blue sparks of energy begain to form all around his body and collect at his hand. "Goodnight" SS prepared to fire the fatal blast.
BOOM!!
A blast from behind sent SS flying back into the wall again. SS roared in anger and jumped back up to see that it was Mr.Sandman who had shot him from behind.
"He was a Clone" SS looked back towards the one one the floor which slowly got up and rejoined with Mr.Sandman. "What's the matter SS can't tell a clone when you see one". Mr.S grined for the first time sence the fight had begun but deep down he knew that he was way to weak to make anymore clones and without that he was beat.
"You insolent fool!! I'll tear you to pieces!" SS screms and runs towards the weaked Mr.S.
At that moment there is a huge explosion which blew a hole in the metal door. When the smoke cleared a dark figure jumbed into the room.
"You leave Mr.Sandman alone!" the figure spoke and then steped into the light.
"Brief!" Mr.S shouted happily. Brief gave Mr.S a nod before turning back to SS with his eyes narrowed. "Who do you think you are anyways, thinkin you can win against HALST!" Brief shouts "Unless you want to be grinded into a puddle I say you should leave now!!".
SS knew that he wasn't ready to take on the whole HALST group just yet and he begain to move towards the wall "Consider this only a strategic retreat" SS grumbed "One day I'll get back at all of you" He hits a secert butten on the wall which opens the escape route.
"I'm going back to mirror earth, at least there I get some respect" SS shouts before dissapering into the hole in a cloud of smoke.
"You all right Sandy!" Brief picks Mr.S of the ground.
"Yeah, I think so" Mr.S nods his head and laughs.
"Ok then" Brief smiles "We better get back to base, there' a big ice cream party going on there and Tanith might be there t.."
Before he could finish Mr.S had shot out the door and halfway back to base.
"Newbies" Brief shrugged and went after him.
Written by Mr.Sandman 05-12-2002 10:11 AM
A silent figure walked slowly back and forth in the newly built control room for his vast subterranian complex, pondering the events that had transpired around him.
SS: There all such fools.
SS grined and sat down before the main control screen.
SS: While all of those losers spent there days having petty squbbles with each other, I am growing stronger and stronger.
SS pushes a butten on the control keyboard which turns the intercom on
SS: Do you dolts have have it finished yet! I'm growing very tired of having to wait on you useless piles of carbon-based carrion chow!!
Minion 1: Don't worry sir. We just finished installing the final drill bit just then.
Minion 2: Yeah, everythings ready to go.
SS: That's great. I just have one question for you.
Minion: Umm.. What would that be sir.
SS: How long did you spend building that in minutes?
Minion 2: Well, I guess it was about 2000 min.
SS: Well consider that the total amount of years your gonna spent in the brig! Take them away!
Two big men drag the minions away
SS: And now to finally test it out.
SS reaches over to the control board and taps a few buttens.
There is a sudden violent shakeing folled by the sound of turbines powering up. With a suddan jolt the the base begain to move slowly through the dirt with the aid of several large diamond drill bits.
SS: HA! HA! HA! It works. Talk about killing two birds with one stone. Not only have I bulit the perfect moble base, but also the minerals that are being produced by the drilling are being made into attack robots and at the rate of production I can have 5000 produced every day.
SS begain laughing Menially
SS: So you can all fight with each other as much as you want. But be warned, One day very soon the sandman will be coming to put you all to sleep! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
Written by The Watcher 05-13-2002 06:37 PM
Hmmm, 5000 robots a day and one mobile base? He might provide a minor challenge to someone who's the Emperor of the Star Wars Galaxy. I'll deal with him later.
Pencils in note to self to subvert the Sinister Sandman.
Written by Mr. Sandman 05-14-2002 02:11 PM
(Sinister Sandman sat in his control room chair and cursed over the loud ear-shatering sound of the drill turbines which was driving him batty. But just as he was about to pull out another bottle of asperin the main drill bit struck a hard rock wall, causeing the base to stop compleatly).
SS: Darn it!!!!!!!!!!!!! What's going on.
(SS quickly got up and switched on the intercom)
SS: You idiots!! What just happened and why did we suddanly stop.
Minion: Well master sandman, it seems we hit some very hard wall of an unknown material. The impact almost destoryed the main drill bit.
(SS was shocked for a moment)
SS: How is that possable!! The main drill bit is made of the strongest metals money can buy.
Minion: We don't know sir. But we also found that the metal wall is in fact shaped like an orb and seems to have an enterance near the side.
SS: What are you wating for then! Send some of the robots out there to see what's in it!
(The minon quickly actavated a trio of the robots and sent them out towards the metal ball. But as soon as the robots metal body's come within a meter of the ball they quickly began to break up and then fall to pieces).
SS & minion: What the heck.
SS: Minion!!! explain what just happened.
Minion: I don't know master. It appers the metal used in this ball can somehow break down other metals. That would explain how the drill bit suffered so much damage from the impact. It's really quite a strange material.
SS: This can not be a natural occuring mineral. Someone must have put it here.
Minion: And it seems whoever it was did not want any metal objects to come near it.
(SS rubed his hands together and smiled)
SS: maybe it's filled with gold and jewels. or even a powerful weapon would be nice.
Minion: But how do we get out there.
SS: We'll go out ourselfs you pile of imp puke!
(SS draged the minion to the main doors and they made there way out to what appered to be the main door to the orb)
SS: Well minion! I see a wall, a very big wall, but I don't see a DOOR!
Minion: It's right here sir.
(The Minion pushes in on one of the panals and the wall opens like an elevator)
SS: Ummm.... I was just about to do that you fool! Get out of my way!!
(SS puches the minion to the side and enters the huge ball. inside, to SS's dismay, was just a large storage like space for and kinds of worthless old (really really really old) computer texts. They where all covered in dust and had a "not used since before time begain" look about them but still once you got past all of that it appered to be very advanced. As the minion and SS look through all the old files a strange on catches the minions eye).
Minion: What about that file sir.
(The minion points to the file)
SS: Hmmmm Let me see that.
(SS examines the file over and over again and slowly a sinister smile spreads over his face.)
SS: If what this file says is true. Then I've found just what I need to achive my goal.
Minion: Conquest of the multiverse.
SS: No! I saving that for later. But my goal for now is the same as it has always been. To wipe out that group of losers, HALST, and with these (flashes the file) I'll finally be able to beat them. HA HA HA HA.
Minion: That's great sir. ummm.... can I see them.
SS:NO!!
Minion: sorry sir.
SS: Maybe I'll let you see them once we get back abored the base.
(SS begin walking back to the base while laughing loudly, followed quickly by the minion)
Written by The Watcher 05-16-2002 08:17 PM
As TWO Director FBH sat on his bridge trying to spy on Tanith, one of his clones interrupted his thoughts to inform him of something
Clone FBH: Sir, we're receiving a priority call from the Watcher sir. He insists on speaking directly with you.
Director FBH: Put him through to me. If he wants to talk to me it must be urgent.
The clone did as FBH ordered and patched the call though.
FBH, I've got bad news. I know we haven't seen eye to eye on many things, but somethings going on that we can both agree has to be stopped.
Director FBH: Go on. Tell me what's wrong.
It's your Mirror Counterpart, Dread Warlord FBH. I decided to peek in on him to see what he was up to and discovered that he was absorbing the divine energy of Cerelia in attempt to attain godhood. He has to be stopped before he succeeds.
Director FBH: We can't let someone like him attain godlike power. We'll have to stop him.
Glad to here that. Now that you know his whereabouts you can send your forces to attack him.
Director FBH: Thank you for informing us of this matter.
No problem. I don't want him running rampant with godlike power either. Go get him.
And with that the Meddler cut off the comm signal and chuckled.
Sucker!
Written by The Watcher 05-16-2002 08:48 PM
In his private chamber as the Dread Warlord FBH sat smiling with pleasure as divine energy flowed into him, he suddenly was jolted from his reverie by an unexpected sensation. The conqueror was wracked with pain as the flow of energy suddenly reversed itself, siphoning divine power from his body at a prodigous rate.
Elsewhere in the ship the Meddler's deep cover agents were monitoring the functioning of the secret mechanisms they had installed to divert the flow of energy away from the Dread Warlord and to their Lord and Master. They also had made sure that the comm systems had been properly subverted, so that the Dread Warlord would be unable to inform his minions of the situation he was in.
Everything was going according to plan. The divine energy was being diverted, the Dread Warlord lay helpless in agony, and the portions of the crew actually loyal to him were unaware anything was wrong. And anytime now the forces of the Warlord's counterpart, TWO Director FBH, would arrive to attack the Dread Warlord and his forces.
Meanwhile, in his secret lair the Meddler laughed in triumph as he watched the diverted energy flow from AIM's receptors into the waiting containment device. He knew that to attemp to absorb such an immense amount of power directly was a risky prospect. While it could grant him godhood, it could also possibly overload him with energy and kill him even with his new enhanced level of Immutability. And while the Dread Warlord was certainly foolish enough to risk obliteration, the Meddler was wiser than that.
Which is why he turned to his recruits from AIM when he wanted a way to harness such power. For the scientists of AIM had created a device before which could store such world bending power. He knew if he provided the right resources and incentives, they could do so again.
And they did. Now it was serving its purpose and absorbing the energy fed into it. Very soon now the containment device would have fully absorbed all of the Dread Warlord's divine energy. Very soon now the Meddler would enjoy the benefits of his own Cosmic Cube.
Written by The Watcher 05-16-2002 10:59 PM
In a clubhouse on a higher plane of reality where only a elite few can meet and mingle with each other two omnipotent beings sat watching the events concerning the Dread Warlord FBH with apt attention. From their higher peserpective, they had a view of all the mryiad activities which were tied by fate to the focus of their interest. When the the Dread Warlord FBH began to have his energy drained, one turned toward the other with a huge grin on his face.
Q: Looks like it's the win for me. Ok Toltiir, pay up.
Toltiir: All right. You won fair and square.
Toltiir reached into his pocket and handed Q some glowing coins.
Q: I told you my pawn would cast the Dread Warlord down at the height of his power. You shouldn't have doubted me.
Toltiir: Whatever. Anyway, while you did win, your strategy shows bad form. Your pawn got immense power out of this. A more elegant strategy would have left him with no more than he started with, or at least with an unwanted curse or weakness clause on what he got to balance things out. Your tactics got him benefits with no price. Sloppy. Very sloppy.
Q: Oh, but you're wrong. While the Meddler has gotten immense power, it will come with inconvenient restrictions on how he can use it. And what elegant and hillarious about my strategy is that he'll be partly responsible for them being imposed himself.
Toltiir raised an eyebrow at this.
Toltiir: Really? Do tell.
Q: Oh, why spoil the surprise? Just watch and see for yourself.
And the two omnipotents turned back to watch as the events they set in motion played out to the endgame.
Written by The Watcher 05-17-2002 08:12 AM
As the Meddler watched the AIM power receptors completed channeling the power siphoned from the Dread Warlord into the containment device and ceased operation. Now imbued with divine power, it was no longer a mere energy receptacle but a Cosmic Cube. The Meddler picked up the Cube and laughed in triumph.
Now the power to shape reality itself is within my grasp! Once more I have achieved the power of a god! But I should take heed of the mistakes that others who had wielded a Cosmic Cube and make sure that such power can't be stolen and used against me.
The Meddler thought about the matter and considered making it so that no one but him could utilize the Cube. Then he realized he had to be careful on how he chose to do so. If he used the wrong method then a loophole might be left which could let any counterpart or duplicate of his to weild it. And he also wanted to be able to use it's powers even in the unlikely event that his immutability was overridden and he found himself in a different body or life. Then he had a brilliant idea.
I know what I shall do. I shall hardwire a restriction into the Cube itself so that the mind and soul of the one wielding it now shall be the only one that can ever utilize its power. That way the only way the restriction could be overcome would be for me to use the Cube's power to retract it.
And then he used the Cube's power to do exactly that, willing the restriction he had conceived into the very nature of the Cube itself. Now if it was somehow taken it couldn't be used against him.
Now to test the thing out.
He looked at a table and willed a gourmet meal into existence. It looked the power he had wanted was finally his.
Excellent.
Written by FBHthelizardmage 05-17-2002 09:27 AM
against the black of space the glowing blue holes of rifts appeared.
a force of some 200 TWO ships lead by a huge TWO UOU. DWFBHs huge fleet (some 10,000 vessels strong) moved to meet them beams of energy D
guns blasts, storms of missiles shot between the fleets. both sides hoped into hyper space to avoid the others fire. grid fire incursions blossomed around a group of DWFBHs super dreadnoughts atomizing them in a burst on anti matter. a lucky D gun bolt hit the front edge of a SSV disintegrating 10% of the hull before the minds counter fields shut down the reaction the crippled SSV was hit several more times before it managed to with draw the battle hammered on.
Written by The Watcher 05-17-2002 10:48 AM
In the Power Buffer Room the Meddler's deep cover agents, gargoyles into which an alternate personality had been embedded under their surface one via Total Recall Technology, were discussing their next course of action.
Agent 1: The Power Siphoning has been interrupted by computer override. Should we try to reinitiate?
Agent 2: Negative, we have already succeeded according to mission parameters. Enough energy was siponed to empower the Cosmic Cube. Dread Warlord FBH only has only managed to retain one fourth of his previous power level. Now is the time to move on to stage two of our mission.
Agent 3: Agreed. Now we must interfere with the ship's power systems and disrupt fleet communications, eliminating any possibility of coordinated efforts against the TransWorld Order forces.
Agent 4: Then let us all tend to our designated assignments.
And the four agents left the Power Buffer room, making their way towards other sensitive areas of the ship, their fellow crewmembers unaware of their new loyalties.
Written by FBHthelizardmage 05-17-2002 11:55 AM
Written by The Watcher 05-17-2002 08:58 AM
Laughing triumphantly, the Meddler then turned his attention (Tanith's Note: edited out paragraph to preserve continuity) to the Andromeda. Again using the Cosmic Cube to amplify his clairsentience, he easily overcame the anti-scrying precautions and found where it was. Now to pay back Tanith for engineering his defeat by destroying her precious ship. He willed the Andromeda to not exist.
And then watched in amazement as the Andromeda continued to float lazily in orbit, with not even a sign that reality bending power was brought against it. Again the Meddler tried to destroy the Andromeda, only to be frustrated by its continued existence.
He used his uncanny senses, amplified by the Cube, to look for any possible defense on the Andromeda against the power he had. He found nothing. There was nothing installed on the ship that should be able to withstand his new power.
Learning this, the Meddler began to feel worry. If there was nothing on the Andromeda capable of defending it from a Cosmic Cube then it could mean only one thing. There was something wrong with the Cube itself. He flicked a switch to call his AIM minions. He had to get to the bottom of this mystery.
Written by Mg_knt 05-16-2002 11:46 PM
Written by The Watcher 05-17-2002 08:13 PM
In one of AIM's many laboratories the Meddler paced back and forth while Doctor Williams examined the Cosmic Cube with a variety of instruments.
Doctor Williams: Hmmm, quantum signature is what it's supposed to be...same with dimensional structure, the power matrix has been fully imbued...I can't seem to find anything wrong with...Wait a minute!
You found something?
Doctor Williams: I'm picking up strange readings on the psi scanner. A multitude of individual psi signatures, resonating with each other on a common frequency.
What does that mean? Are you saying that there are minds inhabiting the cube?
The scientist looks more closely at the readings.
Doctor Williams: Hmmmm, from the way it looks, not exactly. The psi signatures are too simple to be sentient minds. Consciousness produces more complex variations.
Then what are they? And do they have anything to do with why the Cube isn't functioning properly?
Doctor Williams rubbed his chin thoughfully.
Doctor Williams: Well, if I were to hazard a guess, these readings could be related to the source of the original source of energy which empowered the Cube. The energy originally was drained from sentient beings imbued with divine power, yes?
That's correct.
Doctor Williams: Then what these signatures could possibly be are psionic imprints, mental echoes caused by the thought patterns of the original beings resonating against the divine energy they were charged with.
But how would they effect the functioning of the Cube? You said yourself that they aren't conscious. They couldn't possibly override my commands.
Doctor Williams: True they are just unconscious echoes, but the nature of these echoes is such that certain chronic mental patterns would be encoded in the energy flux, such as ethical beliefs and moral philosophies.
The mental patterns of one such signature shouldn't be enough to interfere with your ability to utilize the Cube. But a set of similar mental patterns resonating in synch with each other could be enough to generate interference. For example, if the majority of these beings shared a common set of moral beliefs, then it's possible that their mental echoes would inhibit any use of the Cube which would be contrary to those beliefs.
So you're saying that if I wanted to use the Cube to commit an action the majority of the mental patterns would classify as immoral, then they would stop the Cube from doing it?
Doctor Williams: Not exactly. Remember, they aren't sentient. It's not like they're trying to stop you. What's really happening is that any command incompatible with a critical threshold number of patterns would be drowned out by pattern interference.
But in practical terms, it basically amounts to the same thing, right? I can't use the Cube to do anything that would be "evil," correct?
Doctor Williams: Well, that's a crude way of putting it, but basically, yes.
Arrrggh! I finally get my hands on the power to manipulate reality and it comes with damn alignment restrictions! Why me?
Then the Meddler looked up with a gleam in his eye.
Wait a minute. There's nothing stopping me from erasing these mental signatures from the Cube. All I have to do is will them away. Cleaning my own property wouldn't be considred an immoral action by them.
The Meddler then picked up the Cube and tried to do the above. Then he put it down with puzzlement.
That's strange. It didn't feel like anything happened.
Doctor Williams examined his instruments, then looked up at the Meddler.
Doctor Williams: That's because nothing did. They are still there. Judging from the matrix alignment, it seems as if the mental patterns have been hardwired into the Cube's command structure along with your own. It seems it woud take the patterns themselves as well as your own commands to remove them. And since they can't give commands, it appears they're there for good.
And then the Meddler thought back to the first thing he did when he picked up the Cube, which was to hardwire his security precautions. The Cube must have read his mind and the mental patterns as one signature. Realzing that he was responsible for permanently restricting his own power, the Meddler let loose a scream of pure frustration.
Written by The Fett 05-17-2002 09:11 PM 05-17-2002 10:57 PM
Fett was searching for something, anything to get his mind off the boredom he felt. He then remembered a planet by the name of D'harcouda, some bounty hunter told him it had the best parties in the Galaxy, and the women were all gorgeous. Fett had nothing to do so he plotted in the Coordinates, and went into hyperspace. When he got to the planet, he also remembered the bounty hunter saying something about a under ground crime syndicate whose base was on the planet, after the clubs, he reminded himself to check it out for anything useful. Finally, landing on the docking bay, Fett ventured into the filthy city, all was too his liking, no one would ask questions, and no one would bother him. His bounty hunter companion told him about this place called "The Dark Lands"- "best place dey gots, all dem gangster types hang out dere" The Fett remembered him saying. Might as well get the party rolling...
*the Fett enters "The Dark Lands"*
Written by The Fett 05-18-2002 12:16 AM
*the Fett enters "The Dark Lands"*
While scanning the room, The Fett found his first target. A gangster by the name of Gewlapo. He was surrounded by 10 heavily armed Warriors, all with blasters, and all wearing armor. They would all be easy killings for him, he had to wait till the party really started, then maybe, and others will show. Fett went to the closest, secluded table he could find, and ordered up some kichi ale. Using the Force mind trick, and his charm spells, he made one of the dancing girls come to him. She would be his shield from the sting of any explosive they were hiding. A few hours later, the place was starting to look lively, he now saw 4 other underlings of Gewlapo sitting at the same table, and 2 of them were force users. Fett smiled and though to himself, this will be a good battle. Finally, Fett made his move...
*Walking over to Gewlapo's table...*
Gewlapo, looking up from being engaged with a women "What the hell are you lookin' at punk! You like what you see u'r someth.."
Before Gewlapo finished his sentence, the fett took out his lightsaber, and beheaded 2 of his closest guards. All mayhem broke loose from then on. Blasters, all directed at Fett, fired simultaneously, while blocking and deflecting all the shots, the rest of Gewlapos guards fell. And before the gangster scum had time to blink, his skull was crushed with the force. All this happening in a span of 5 seconds. Sensing something bad was about to happen, the fett grabbed his Decoy just in time to spare him the uncomfortable feeling of the powerful explosion, which tore her limb from limb. Throwing her carcass aside, Fett used his favorite charms, chopping threw half some of the left over body guards, while boiling the blood of the rest.
After all that, 'The Dark Lands" was silent. Only 2 remained now. The only two that he was hoping would survive. The Dark sith. One was Master, from the power and energy he sensed from him, and the other apprentice. Both knew how to fight a two on one battle, but The The Fett could tell that the Master was seething with anger. So he charged into a fight, not knowing what he was up against. Lightsaber in hand, Fett deflect all the attacks from his adversary with ease. He was on the defense to not only study his enemy, but to enrage him even further, to make him sloppy. When the fett took to the offensive, it took him all but a few seconds disarm his opponent, literally, and whip him against the wall, leaving him a crumpled up heap. At that moment the Apprentice sprung into action and attacked head first. He was so sloppy that the Fett almost laughed out loud. Within seconds the duel ended with the apprentice sliced in two.
Looking over his successes, he almost wished that it wasn't over. That the fight was still happening. He missed challenges. He missed having to fight for his life in the depths of ravenloft, or trying to take over the dark mistress in her own domain, a task that was near impossible...
While remembering the good old days of trying to survive in the hash realm, The Fett noticed that the Master dark lord’s body was nowhere in sight...
Written by FBHthelizardmage 05-18-2002 05:00 AM
OOC I'm sure the planet isn't called cerila but I can't remember the name so its cerila until I remember the name. /OOC
high above (though the term above is meaningless in space) cerila two fleets battled.
ships of both fleets jumped through hyper space and the near by dimensions to escape the other sides bigger weapons.
Dread warlord FBHs fleet had formed what could roughly be called a sphere though bits of it where phasing in and out of the dimension and its edges where clouded by hoards of small ships: fighters, guns ships, bombers and missile boats.
behind the clouds of fighters and small craft the "ships of the wall " where arrayed. Main battle units, dreadnoughts and super dreadnoughts, battle barges, cruisers and battle ships.
In the sphere center stood the most massive ships in DWFBHs arsenal: the planetoid. around 200 of these moon sized battle stations were blasting way at the TWO fleet.
the TWO fleet did not really have a formation as such the ships were leaping around the dread warlords formation in squadrons and pairs hammering ships and vaporizing swarms of fighter with the weapons. both sides were trying to override the other fleets automation with effectors Jammers and computer defenses. At the same time the less indirect attacks of grid fire CREWS lasers, missiles, CAM, line guns, D guns and a multitude of other energy weapons flashed back and fourth.
gradually the TWO fleet forced its opposites from the orbit of cerila. ruined ships of both sides (but many more from DW FBH) feel into the planets atmosphere to burn up.
on his bridge DWFBH fumed he wasn't going to win this best withdraw until he could get more ships (not hard when he had access to arm and core tech) As one the DWFBH spacy ships engaged there drive and vanished. the TWO fleet (which it self had taken much damaged did not pursue.
around 4 light year away around the crystal spheres outer planets the fleet of DW FBH reappeared they would be back.
Written by Mr.Sandman 05-18-2002 02:55 PM
SS: I can't belive how much of a genius I am!!! Don't you agree.
(SS looks at the minion standing next to him who quickly nods)
SS: Having all of these robot production plants build underground is perfect. The people on the surface have no idea this is going on right under feet.
(SS turns back to the minion)
SS: So what's the current stats on our robot devlopment
Minion: Well sir, If we add on the total number of robots that our other 8 factorys have produced and the one on board the SSSSS than the grand total of active robots comes to about.... (the minion pushes a few buttons on his labtop)........ around 1 billion.
SS: 1 billion you say.
Minion: and all the new factory's put together can produce a grand total of....(pushes buttons again)..... 30 million a day sir.
SS: Then the time for "operation Fire Ant" is drawing near.
Minion: Operation Fire Ant, sir?
SS: Yes. When my robot army is large enough they will burst up through the ground like ants and burn everything!!! Men, women, children, any who oppose me will burn along with this world. Then I will rise like the phoenix from the ashes and take my place as ruler of mirror earth. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Minion: That's nice sir.
SS returned to watching his minions. With his domination plans soon to be put into effect he smiled and went to set his clock to alarm two days from now. For that day would be both a special day for him and for the world above it would be......... Armageddon.
Written by The Watcher 05-18-2002 03:05 PM
So partner, how's the progress going with the robots? With the Dread Warlord's forces decimated by the TransWorld Order, they should be particularly vulnerable to a mass robot assualt right now.
Written by Mr.Sandman 05-18-2002 03:18 PM
(SS paces around for a moment before smiling and turning back to the meddler)
SS: This will be a perfect chance to test my robots on the actual battlefield. Very well meddler, you may take as many as you need. After all I do have millions to spare.
Written by The Watcher 05-18-2002 03:35 PM
The Meddler reached into his vest pocket and touched the Cosmic Cube hidden within. He then used its reality bending power to lay down a protective field on the robots that would insulate them from all attempts to remotely override them or disrupt their circuitry.
"There. They're completely protected against any attempt to use effectors or jammers to neutralize them. Now is the time to strike."
Written by The Watcher 05-18-2002 04:05 PM
The Dread Warlord's Planetoid Ship floated four light years away from Cerilia, its crew busy making repairs to it and the other ships in his fleet damaged by the battle with TWO. Once they were completed they would then return to engage TWO's forces in battle.
Then suddenly, a gate opened in one of the Planetoid's ship repair bays, and a horde of formidable robots charged out blasting. This event repeated itself in each of the repair bays, and then on other key portions of the Planetoid. The battle to take control of the Dread Warlord's fleet had begun.
Written by FBHthelizardmage 05-19-2002 05:54 AM
on the bridge DW dons his armor.
"this is going to be one of those days"
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Written by Mr.Sandman
SS stood watching the battle on the control room screen. He had patched into one of his robots optic sencers and watched the ongoing battle with growing satisfaction.
SS: The robots are proving themselves to be valuable weapons.
Minion: Yes sir, I guess this means we will be using them in operation fire ant as well.
SS: Of course.
(Just then a second minion ran up to SS)
Minion 2: Sir, the clock has just hit the halfway mark and it's time to set up our strategy.
SS: Fine. But for now I'm only showing the troop placement.
minion 2: Yes sir.
(SS and the minion walk up to the center of the room and SS hits a switch which forms a 3D image of mirror earth)
SS: Now did they begin building those space fighters like I asked.
Minion 2: Well yes sir, but how do we plan to get those into orbit?
SS: I'll explain that later, how about those drill-tiped missiles and troop carriers?
Minion 2: We already have the missiles in position just like you asked earlier.
( The minion pushes a switch and hundreds of red dots appear all over the globe)
Minion 2: Each one of those dots is a missile launcher that has been placed in position.
SS: And the troop transports?
Minion 2: We'll begin launching those in about 3 hours. We'll have one transport for every missile launcher and each will be filled with 500 000 robots.
SS: Exellent.
Minion 2: Yes sir
SS: Fine then, now if you will excuse me I must get back to watching the Dread Warlords demise.
(SS went back to the screen with a smile, not only was DWFBH about to be defeated but in a matter of hours mirror earth would would be his. Everything was going according to plan.)
Written by FBHthelizardmage 05-21-2002 12:03 PM
each unit heard the voice of its god.
"Retake the main space port so more force may land"
"yes divinity " they replied.
these units had been upgrade from the original Core and arm designs each was fitted with a force shield and several other upgrades. the battle force stormed down the corridor blasting apart any droid that got in there way.
As the force cleared the first part of the corridor a wave of gun ships dropped through the rift and speed around and above them (yes this is a huge corridor).
the team began to blast there way towards the space port.
Written by The Watcher 05-22-2002 10:23 AM
Once clear of the the Planetoid, the robot piloted ships fired upon the forces loyal to the Dread Warlord, bursting through their disorganized blockade. Once free of any interference, the ships then made a warp jump away from the Dread Warlord's forces to a destination unknown to them.
Meanwhile, as battle raged in all parts of the ship, the dormant infiltrator personalities in four gargoyles were activated. Taking advantage of the general chaos, they made their way back to the Power Buffer room, managing to avoid those on either side of the conflict. Once there they properly aligned the secret diverter mechanisms and began the prep for reactivation of the buffer, taking special care to disable any possibility of computer or remote override.
One of them then sent the signal via hidden transdimensional transceiver.
Gargoyle 1: Deep cover agent to base. We are ready to reinitiate power transmission. Are you ready to receive?
AIM Scientist: Affirmative. We are ready to receive. Roger.
At that the Gargoyles activated the power buffer and began siphoning the remaining divine power of the Dread Warlord through the diverter. The Dread Warlord began to writhe in agony as he felt what was left of his godhood drain away.
Meanwhile, at the AIM facility, the power receptors received the energy and channeled it not into another Cosmic Containment unit, but instead into a thousand waiting volunteers. Each one was hand-picked via a rigourous screening process for their loyalty and devotion to the Empire and the Emperor. Additional indoctrination and measures to insure loyalty were then taken for those chosen by the program.
Each would recieve only a tiny fraction of the divine energy, not enough for any to attain godhood, but just enough to spark their transformation into metahumans, with powers based on their personalities and subconscious desires. An elite cadre of super powered operatives ready to use their abilities anywhere in service to the Emperor.
