Posted by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (GMT) in Main Sim - The Final Showdown?

Posted by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (GMT) in Main Sim - The Final Showdown?
The Guardian of Forever sat alone on the planet but aware of what was happening above. The Guardian was aware of all… and yet controlled none. On some subliminal level the Guardian welcomed them all, especially the Time Sister who he had never met before today but had known for a millennia beyond.

Events were about to unfold, refold, bifold, polyfold and integrate into the tapestry ever changing as the great sluggish time river slowly set into it’s course like molasses. The one called Dulmur had been the first to understand that not all changes wrought parallel timelines but that the ravine of the universe only allowed time to change at nexus points, one of which was approaching as Time Sister and her allies sought to rework the disaster that had befallen the falling stars from above.

The Guardian waited… the Guardian was good at waiting.

Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (GMT)

OOC Your mission should you choose to accept it, is to land and make your way here… failure to do so might end up in catastrophic unfolding of the temporal fabric of reality… you have been warned :-)

Slowly but surely escape pods and shuttlecraft began to congregate around the Guardian of Forever. People were in shock, some were crying, others stoic and composed, many were injured from the not so smooth landing or indeed from the mad scramble to get into a pod at all. One youngster with wide eyes started to stumble towards the Guardian, drawn by the flickering images on it’s surface. His Dad held him back.

“Pretty” the little boy said and then gasped slightly. His Dad looked up and saw the dark figure of their Chief Intelligence Officer lying unconscious in front of the portal. Pierce stood in front of him like an avenging demon, suit and bowler hat in tatters, hair in disarray, madness in his eyes…

The Guardian’s voice boomed over the entire planet. “The conditions are met!”.

Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (GMT)

Out of all the senior staff, Orvos appeared to be the first to arrive to the Guardian amongst the rest of the crew. He pushed throught forming crowd to see what the fuss was all about. He had figured Lazol and Delaney were close behind.

Then he saw it…the prone form of Stark Nightstalker in front of a crazed man. Conditions are met? he pondered as he stepped forward, his hands ready for anything.

The scene before him was clear. This man had done something to Nightstalker, and Orvos would ensure that he wasn’t going to get away. He put the circular device from his wrist to his temple, not activating the drone just yet. He knew it wasn’t in its best of shape, so whatever he would do needed to be done quickly.

“And who the bloody hell are you?” he shouted, clearly unafraid of a man from any time. After all, Orvos likely older than anyone he would ever come to meet…except for the Guardian itself.

-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE