Posted by Civilian Nicodarius (Captains Companion) in Main Sim - The Final Showdown?

Posted by Chief Warrant Officer Horace Harkness (Chief Bosuns Mate/Chief of the Boat) in Main Sim - The Final Showdown?

Posted by Commander Adam Chryst (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - The Final Showdown?
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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

Pierce flipped his comb over back in place and tried to replace his ruined hat on his head before replying. For a brief moment he looked more human but then the madness in his eyes returned full force.

“Pierce Hamilton” he grated out of teeth, “Disaffected and abandoned time traveller”. He waved at the prone form of Stark, “However I have plans to change all that by jumping to a time where /that/ will fetch me a nice bounty and I can live out my days in relative ease”. He waved the servo in his hand around wildly. “Don’t come any closer or the kitty gets it”. He started to cackle wildly.

Gamemaster Conspiracy Theory (GMT)

Adam was not a being inclined to fear. Caution was a preset, and it had parameters, those he was used to, and accepting of. That meant at the moment the Commander was not inclined to be afraid of the dispensation of his Chief Intelligence Officer. In fact Adam was not afraid, he was angry, that was something he had not really ever experienced. It was more of a Fatherly anger, not his Chief Intelligence Officer, his apprentice, he had been teaching Stark how to work the forge. Many hours had forged a bond between the pair. The violet of the Commanders eyes was easy to see at the moment since they were glowing more than a bit, and the electrical impulse of his neural net could be seen streaking through his ravened hair. Still for the moment he kept his distance, he had not formulated a plan on how to stop the less than sane interloper.

Commander Adam Chryst, Executive Officer, USS Athena NCC 17819-D

Horace had the Teachers keep the children in the Pods for the Moment, as he set the Crewmen he could gather on setting up the Emergency Shelter. Horace was glad that was an auto-eject sequence and had trailed after the escape pods like a dutiful nanny. They would have food and shelter. At least for a time. Time seemed to be an issue, and Horace had no idea what was going on at the moment, it was time to get involved it seemed for the Chief of the Boat. People were gathering near the…..Oh No, the Guardian of Forever, this couldn’t be good. The other whisper carried to his ear, something about Nightstalker. That sent Horace that direction. He was not even fully aware of the weight sitting on his shoulder, as Nico rode the specially padded shoulder of Horace’s uniform. For someone that had only been aboard the ship for a short time he seem well acquainted with the creature that was seated upon his shoulder. Horace reached up and hooked a finger in Nico’s collar instinctively as he felt the claws curl deeper into the shoulder pad.

MCPO Horace Harkness

Nico had not expected to find Heart of Gold, with the Keepers of the Secrets when the flying city was being evacuated. But there he had been, Golden Laughter’s father, just as Nico remembered him, taking charge, and giving people something to focus on instead of their fear. Nico had briefly wondered if Iron Lotus was there too, but he could not taste her mind glow, so he thought not. Then something had happened to Shadowbrother. Something was not right, and Nico, unlike many beings worse his emotions nakedly. He tasted the dismay of the others, Shadowbrother was hurt, Shadowbrother needed Nico, Nico would defend the tribe, These were Night Skin’s people, that made them Nico’s people too. Nico’s head rose, and his ears flattened, lips curling back in a vicious hissing snarl. Had it not been for Golden Hearts, hand Nico would have already been attacking Stupid Hat, Crazy Eyes. Eyes, Throat, Hamstring, Nico had needlelike fangs, and claws that were wicked three centimeter sickles. All six limbs quivered, as he strained but not overly so, he did not want to hurt Heart of Gold, and he had to defend Nightskin as well. Nico keened a long “Bleeeeek” as he craned his neck looking for his person, she was here, but he could not see her.

Nico the Treecat

Pierce caught sight of Nico and started slightly then relaxed again, if only a little, as if he had thought he saw something disturbing but then realised it was not what he had thought. “What a motley crew we have here” he said derisively his eyes darting back and forth assessing potential threats. He pointed the servo wand like and the gesture disintegrated a rock close to Stark’s head causing the supine form to growl slightly. Stark was angry too.

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