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What went wrong with Expanding Horizons?

I rp to create new concepts and contribute to building new worlds. Yeah, Star Wars is known setting but this entire pw is practically filler like rouge one.

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It's pick your target at this point. The stage is set and there are a large amount of opportunities for anyone to spin into an angle for their character(s) joining.

Hop in wherever, Gun.

Unsolicited Invasion (Earth-F67X Chronicle)

With the world in terror, Allure was the epicenter of it all. A mere branch of the galactic phenomenon punctured Spain's sky, spawning a limitless stalk of arcane energies emitting delphic rays. In some ways, the changes brought about were subtle; in others, more overt and less conspicuous. The one constant; the basic anatomy of every lifeform on this planet was altered.

Like most planets, EarthF67x's magnetosphere created a protective bubble that guarded the surface against different forms of space radiation. While this is mainly recognized as a veil of protection to solar storms, more underlying forms of cosmic radiation prevalent throughout all of the galaxy were affected.

Due to the impossibility of humans surviving in space without protection, The rays had no opportunity to realistically alter or influence human biology. Additionally, the energies were as such a low concentration, it would take generations for the effects to be noticeable. This all changed in a single instant once a single branch of the galactic engine punctured the sky, spawning a ludicrously powerful stalk right in the heart of what was once Madrid.

Many of its effects were unknown, but one ushered a new phenomenon upon human genetics. Polymorphisms, which are responsible for many of the normal differences between people such as eye color, hair color, and blood type, began to develop beyond their usual means. Within humans they began integrating the amplified energies of the engine, creating the potential for supernatural abilities within every lifeform on the planet and amplifying existing ones.

While many individuals were eliminated by the rays on the spot, it wouldn't take long for the more resilient to notice they were changing.

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Deep Space

The relocation of the microorganism cluster was swift and precise. This did not mean it was eliminated but certainly out of sight out of mind was satisfactory in wake of current events.

The CNT prison was fortified in such a way it prolonged Panident's explosion of energy. Through a more subtle effect of its efforts, the carbon-carbon bonds of the nanotube weakened until it eventually had a tensile strength a mere fraction of a terapascal. Before it even got to half that point, it was free, but Panident found itself in a completely different star system dealing with a completely new crisis.

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Slowly his eyes opened, feeling immeasurable fatigue. The reflection of light on the white walls made it hard for his eyes to adjust. Blurry vision plagued him as he detected movement in the room. Groggy and ineffective movement found his back caroming off the wall he previously perched his body against quickly after trying getting up. Detecting even more movement in the room, an individual could be made out opposite of him similarly attempting to gather himself.

"Who are you?"

When he spoke, the voice projected was not his own. The terrifying thoughts of his last moment of consciousness froze him in place.

"Quite a predicament we've found ourselves in, huh? Crazy that we actually survived that whole ordeal."

When the man opposite spoke to him, he was convinced this never-ending nightmare was just that, never-ending. When his eyes managed to adjust he realized he was looking in the mirror.

"No, No...NOOO. GET OUT MY HEAD!!!"

In a fit of rage, he stumbled forward, smashing his skull across his speculum opposer, shattering the wall, collapsing the entire dimensional space seemingly upon itself.

The next time he came to consciousness, his vision was red. He was restrained, a concoction of semi-dry blood and sweat clamping the corners of his eyes.

"Seismic activity is regular. Wake up, Fearis. We require your assistance."

"NO, I AM ODIS!"

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Resurfacing from the body of liquid took longer than Eddie projected. The trek to the surface was strangely long. When his head managed to penetrate the surface, his eyes were subject to astonishment. He now treaded the waters of some massive laboratory tank. From its apex, he could see a lab of fantasy stretching for what seemed miles. Thousands of workers slaved in a trance-like state, operating like a colony of ants on various tasks. Not a single one paid attention to the vampire it seemed; all but one. On a platform adjacent to him stood a middle-aged man, arms folded and carrying an irritated expression.

The man reached out, dipping a wine glass into the liquid Eddie resurfaced from and took a sip. Smacking his tongue repeatedly, he gauged the taste. It was bitter.

"I was expecting Claine... Eddie Goldman, is it?"

Somewhere deep inside, Eddie would know who this man was, or at least who he appeared to be. Surely the Syndicate member recognized him as the great fraud of EarthF67x, but before he could say so, the man before him spoke bluntly. "Despite how famous this face might be on this xenophobic piece of shit planet, the answer is no, I am not oDiS LyNdOn GaLlAgHeR. I just no longer have a face of my own."

Fearis Caldwell was alive, but lacking a lot of his signature bravado. How could he? Being the only individual on board with the relocation "plan", he felt responsible. Frankly, he was more pissed off than anything, but in wake of Merse's disappearance he recognized flying off the rail, as it rarely did, would not help the situation. Allure's citizen's, though he revered many, did not deserve the havoc currently in motion.

Figuring he should explain before Eddie reacted like a corned fox, he cleared his throat to project over the blaring sirens.

"All things considered, you're pretty lucky you weren't ceaselessly absorbed in Panident's highly unstable mass. Rejoice, you're in De Haute Taille. If all were to fail, I assure you this would be the last remaining structure on this planet. This Skyscraper might as well be a fortress. You are safe."

As he continued to talk, he dipped his glass once again, taking another gulp shortly after.

Normally, someone in my position would plead for you to fight with us and not against us the sake of the planet, but as the capitalist I am, I think I see a potential partnership brewing. You're quite the smart man. My information tells me so. One half of the White Syndicate's leadership, correct? You'll be compensated astutely."

Fearis Caldwell offered Eddie a fake toast before he quaffed down the final bit of the murky solution, swishing it from side to side like mouthwash before swallowing. Vents drained the water until it was at Eddie's feet, and shortly after he opened the gates. The Allure native took several steps down. And he sized Eddie Goldman up with a questioning stare.

"You don't really care about the majority of inhabitants of this planet, do you? Doesn't matter to me either way."

After saying such, he demanded some gold be brought his way and sure enough in less than a minute a bundle almost as tall as he was brought to the red syndicate leader.

"I assume this is enough?"

It was almost as if Fearis was reading his mind. Without permission Goldman reconstituted himself. The limbs his brother carried magnetized to the element and began molding before their very eyes. Promptly, several workers approached the reshaping gold with a charcoal colored premium Italian wool suit and sunglasses. It was time for bussiness.

An enormous wall lowered behind Fearis, dwarfing him. Once the projection started their negotiations could begin.

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Margaret Iedeeren was confused, dazed, hysterical, but that was just "Margaret". What about her other bodies present within the studio, Allure even? Several thousand of her forms were working amongst the chaos, doing her deeds, as some even scrambled into Europe like frenzied cockroaches. They were quite busy, stuck on a series of tasks in efforts of the preservation of Allure.

Through several studio viewpoints, she could see them grab Merse, even in the brief stint of darkness bestowed upon them. Just like that, he was gone, but that wasn't the worst of her problems. Various perspectives flooded her senses with the image of full-blown anarchy within the commonwealth; war-like carnage, a harmful beam's arrival from space, the outright obliteration of several of her out and about forms, incoming floods. This all caused her heart to palpitate at near heart attack frequency. It was too much. So much, she stung the tip of her tongue tasting the chamomile tea brought to her. Her lips thinned, but her flamboyant attitude was curbed, indicated by her blank stare of focus.

Little time passed before Margaret orchestrated her hive to temporarily switch Allure to a less conventional means of power; a battery, substituting crude chemical reactions for the infinite potential of transdimensional energy-entities, and the ambient power they ceaselessly discharged. This dimension they leeched from, unofficially titled The Sui Generis of Powers, gave Ms. Iedereen the horsepower to execute the endless chain of commands already in effect.

The remote operated tectonic plate system of Allure wedged all of its land and coastal borders at twenty-five hundredths of a degree from its center creating a "cone." By design, this introduced a controlled amount magma filling the gaps underneath before the magically propelled cooling systems immediately solidified the flow. This permanently fortified the elevation of lands with an edifice of molded basalt.

Distributed throughout Iberia were devastating tremors and shifts of land, but Allure would survive another day. Despite the havoc that ensued, it was the best card Margaret could play and the most cost-effective option. The devastation upon weaker installations of infrastructure was minor in comparison to what would have taken place. Had the massive swell been allowed to continue its rampage and swallow miles and miles of land from all sides, Allure would have been unrecognizable from itself not even a day before.

Only now could Margaret Iedereen plop her curvy posterior on an Oprah style couch to rest for a second, letting out a long sigh. From this day, Madrid would become an enormous basin. A landmark of this day of infamy.

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Somewhere, several hundred light years away, a new star would be born…

Location: Prolix

What the second moon of Prolix became was more comparable to an additional sun. The last twenty-four hours had been continuous day with the surface of Zol, now smoldering any surface the hub planet dared to face it.

Deep within the natural satellite’s surface housed massive quantities of Creatirium Cobalt, a celestial element. Once thought to have been destroyed along with the previous plane of existence, it abstrusely appeared hidden under the guise of a moon in the current verse. For a near eternity, this trove of potential remained undiscovered with no impending threat of retrieval.

Though Zol’s exterior was hard, it’s rocky shell was obliterated with ease. Once the crust of the moon had been stripped, it revealed the element made up a whopping eighty-five percent of its mass. In a previous universe, a single SIM card-sized chip of creatirium could autonomously control and power entire civilizations.

Several hours after the initial impact, prolonged exposure to the sentient plasma’s radiation awakened the element’s carnal intelligence. A flash spanning mere picoseconds appeared in the vision of every living entity if they were capable of processing it.

This signaled the ancient computer's cosmic troubleshooting towards all planes of existence. It utilized Panident’s access to the information based realm The Datasphere and funneled it through The Nascent Core, a technological life matrix it housed within. With this, the initial reach of the Datasphere extended beyond its once universally bound domain. The very existence of this quasi-corporeal space created friction with the most basic of universal laws.

Panident was being force-fed ludicrous quantities of information from every corner of the multiverse to the point where its processors began to overload. As a result, many of its bodies spread throughout the galaxy reacted uncharacteristically as it scrambled to adapt to the influx of knowledge. In particular, the body of its closest host began to bubble, expelling the property changing microorganisms through weak points in his skin. This made for quite the scene.

Eal Sermonde awoke from his slumber to the lacerating of his flesh and sharp screams of his fellow train passengers. He came crashing down the aisle with his intestines shooting out like party poppers via the eviction of cells. Once on his back, he realized the microorganisms of Panident burst a hole in the ceiling of the train car. It was accelerating towards the structure that had replaced the moon. Coincidence Eal thought not and before the paramedics could arrive he was already gone, leaving the passengers wondering what they had just seen.

Reeling himself towards the space-bound object, an amber wire, which was mystic in its own nature, sufficiently lugged Eal's cumbersome frame. Despite weighing a metric ton, he beelined without a hitch. This brought the galactic cartographer to his least favorite aspect of space, however…

Suffocating to death.

In his ascension, he felt the direct correlation with the altitude and his body becoming ill. He was scared to take a breath knowing his innards might spill outwards. Ebullism was in full effect. Due to a lack of ambient pressure, his body bloated to the point where he resembled The Michelin Man. As if things couldn't get any worse, the temperature began to skyrocket. Whereas Prolix's space division struggled to get closer, Eal came torpedoing into the white-hot structure. The melting of his mutilated physique exposed his secret for surviving thus far; His resilient crimson skeleton, which was impervious to the trials of space. Not to mention, his existence had been forcefully bound to it, rendering his flesh as more of an accessory, really.

As cinematic as his entrance was, further inspection revealed he would not be the first to venture into the space anomaly. Just at the tip of his perceptual vanishing point, he could make out a silhouette.

"Empress, help me if that is actually someone..."

Only time would tell.

---

Name: Phage
Age: ***
Species: Sentient Bacteriophage
Affiliation: Self-Serving

History

The resiliency of the Val’gara to survive even in their worst hour caught the attention of this entity whose function as long as it’s known, has been to consume plague. Whether it was physical or mental, he viewed it the same. Viewed by some as a paragon of purity, it wasn’t so much that Phage desired to make the universe a better place. His actions were always in line with his self-determined existence.

Using his skills he was able to coerce a sector of space ridden with hundreds of Val’gara occupied civilizations under his control. The most impressive aspect of all of this is that it was done so without conventional means of war.

His successful campaign was far from propaganda. Though he initially marauded as one of their own, his regime was not one established off lies or deceit. The philosophy he taught challenged all the cataclysm knew up until this point, yet his message was understood. Without The Idea of Evil dominating their judgment, the thought of purpose fueled an existential crisis for the Val’gara. All across the multiverse, many of the abandoned colonies battled for supremacy and control with no end in sight. This began to slow upon his emergence.

Capitalizing off of this, Phage conducted a process he dubbed Lysogenicide. With this, he could potentially rid the universe of the Vesuvius virus for good. Being the natural predator of hive-minded societies that he is; it was no surprise he slithered his way into the Val’gara during its time of weakness. Those who were above his means of coercion were assassinated, most of the time by their own kin in which he’d send about to different parts of the multiverse.

Voice: Phage is noted to speak in trochaic heptameter. The manner in which he spoke gave him a charismatic charm and at times he used it to his advantage. With clarity, his deep voice echoed within the mind of whoever he spoke to, all while possessing a subtle gentleness.

Anatomy: A large bulk of its body was its multicolored Icosahedron head. Often it shifted hues within a mood-based holographic spectrum containing hundreds of colors the majority of creatures could not visually comprehend. It was mesmerizing to the eye and had hypnotic qualities. It possessed a long tail with many legs like fibers along the bottom. Inside its large body was a hidden near- indestructible hypodermic needle, which has never met a surface it could not penetrate.

Abilities

Lysogenicide

– There are two components of the Lysogenicide process; Physical(Supercell) and audibly(Logic Plague), with both equality devastating.

Lytic Supercell: With the potential to spread clarity and open minds to the absurdist nature of the universe, the supercell is often described as "thinking muscle.” It closely resembles both neurons and glial cells in terms of its physical structure and can be produced by Phage at will. If introduced to a feral creature, the Lytic Supercell had the ability to bring a desired level of sentience, often mutating the neural system and brain of a creature.

The most frightening aspect is its connection to the soul. Any organism influenced ever so slightly by the Logic Plague posed the potential for Phage to spawn a cell inside them. This left the door open for psychic and illusionary games. The mass production of these could potentially erase memories, resurface forgotten ones and even create false ones if desired. Alternative uses for the cells have been the curing of plagues attacking virus as a bacteriophage would. This did not exclude plagues of the mind.

Logic Plague: In what may appear to be something as innocuous as a simple conversation, Phage is capable of using insidious arguments to convince beings and even Ai to consider its views without bias. When swooned, an ideology can spread verbally with the converted serving as a vector for the plague of logic. It can spread knowingly or unknowingly.

The logic plague should be thought of as a philosophical corruption through logic rather than a mere computer virus or software infection. On the most basic level, it takes the form of facts or arguments delivered with carefully engineered deliberation to directly or indirectly persuade the targeted intelligence to act in a certain way. This often takes advantage of the entity's existing ideas and values to achieve the desired result.

In the case of the Val’gara, Phage used this to spread his influence throughout an entire sector of space thought to be conquered by the Val’gara long ago and became the de facto leader without traveling individually.

Bacteriophage General – Phage had the ability to influence, manipulate and control bacteriophages, the most common life source in the universe.

Unsolicited Invasion (Earth-F67X Chronicle)

The microorganisms that occupied Odis’ body were not processors in the literal sense. It proved to be more biological and even metaphorical if anything. With his new body capable of seamless change in matter, Odis Lyndon Gallagher came to a boil, quickly exploding into a vapor after being subjected to the blistering heat and gamma radiation. The remnants naturally progressed from its gaseous state to one that was electrically conductive and with the aid of the environment, morphed into one of plasma comparable to solar wind. A coronal loop spawned around the tower as the charged particles began to escape, engulfing the entire architectural structure.

From anywhere in the capital, a pillar of light could be seen. Just looking at the spectacle caused eye damage similar to an eclipse with the potential for more. An onslaught of heat followed the light once the loop became unstable, blitzing out into the capital torching first responders and discouraging seconds. Further most, the bulk of the coronal mass ejection that Panident became was sent into the sky, punching a hole in the atmosphere with its intense stream of hyper-charged plasma and electromagnetic radiation. Immediately this affected EarthF67x’s magnetosphere and neutered several of New Roswell’s defenses systems in its radius. With a mind of its own, the continental storm sized coronal, Panident, ascended into space, with part of its essence transferring into photons. Where it was going was not clear, but to Earth’s gain, this aggravated strand of the creature appeared to be leaving for the time being.

Though this could be seen as a victory, EarthF67x lost something it valued greatly; their confidentiality. Within every particle of Panident's widespread existence, was the functionality of technopathic recollection. Whether it is phones, monitors, computers and beyond, their essence registered to The Cosmic Datasphere in a manner that seemed ethereal. Resorting technological items and accessing lines of data linked to them was a reality. In the very near future, this intel would come into to play when ushering for peace.

De Haute Taille

Information began to pour in on the teleprompter in front of Margaret Iedereen via Panident; almost more than she could analyze. It could not have been more convenient considering the first lines of communication between her and the native planet were mere seconds away. Excited; what she expected to see couldn’t have been further from reality. A shriek of disgust slipped out her mouth but she recovered smoothly.

It took every fiber of her being to ignore his revolting appearance but she humored his blatant mockery with an ecstatic greeting.

“Hello, Sir!”

Stroking her chin, she actually took her time with her response for once.

“Trouble? No…No…No….No-no-no-no-nooo…” She spoke with a cracked smile. “Like I mentioned before, we have no idea how we got here. Actually, where are we?”

Her spiel continued whether she got a response or not.

“Since we are here, I can undoubtedly ensure reparations for any inconveniences caused. They’ll be paid out at your government’s whim in resources that I’m sure could even be used to prevent things like this in the future. If it isn’t clear by now, we surrender. Though we were never on assault in the first place.-”

The longer her erratic monologue continued, the less it seemed that it would actually end. Only the gale-esque winds from a massive sized explosion flooding through the window would get her to stop. When it raised the frill of her skirt, her expression became that of a cartoon character hit by lightning. Without even looking at the window, she clearly saw the widespread ruin of the sudden antimatter explosion from hundreds of viewpoints. Still, she briefly turned to see it from the highest view Allure could offer.

Margaret then took a deep breath before averting her gaze back to the display. She placed the back of her right hand on her forehead, showing signs of lightheadedness. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell dramatically to the hardwood floor with one hand in the air. Luckily for Allure, her “faint” for the most part, was simply for the sake of being dramatic and could she still comply. The New Roswell representative could not have been thrilled to see this, however.

Trying to gain composure, Margaret attempted to ready herself for whatever the operative was about to say but a large thump caught her attention. Propped up against the window like an insect on a windshield was the reason for all of this mayhem, Merse Granstrum. In obvious pain, he began to slowly moved his left hand to tap on the window. Even with everything that was currently taking place, he held a slight grin.

A neon outline illuminated the window and it fell in. When it did, the information broker rolled just to the left of Margaret, lying on his stomach. He could see the unfamiliar individual on the display and surprising had little to say.

“She’s going to list resources…” he barely mustered to mumble.

“Now if you excuse me. I going to take a much-needed cat nap.” Merse’s forehead then caromed off the floor like a drunk on a bar counter. Going with it, his associate began to yell out things in attempt to cease fire.

“We have unlimited energy! Programmable matter! A bottomless well of information in regards to the trillions of trillions of species and civilizations in the galaxy!”

Seeing Merse in this state concerned her, but it was clear he somehow found a way to affect the explosion for the better. Clearly not enough, but the tower barely felt anything, though neighborhood-wide destruction was ever-present.

His original idea was to drive Thomas Balvice, Anathema and now Goldman into the pressure well of the Earth’s mantle considering they all conveniently fell in. That he accomplished, but his animal intuition foretold additional danger. Merse just managed to reverse a portion explosion onto itself the instant he sensed it was coming. The humanoid feline attempted to implode the blade but did not have enough time. He ended up creating a condensed, but perhaps, much more powerful blast, with the result being the three individuals taking on even more of the brunt of the force. Anything within the hole was likely to dissipate without the aid of supreme metaphysic or magical abilties. Additionally, anything that managed to survive was buried by an implosion of infalling land.

Had Merse not been on a rooftop during its inception, he may have been among them. The only reason his manipulation proved to be successful was because it was still within the circumference of his runic circle. His last-second leap hurled him far opposite of the event, but he like everyone else in this section of Allure, became conscious to the sheer output of the blast. Destruction held no discrimination and everything that wasn’t magically enforced was blown to smithereens. All traces of Panident on the surface that were being monitored got swept away in a colossal stream of wind and dust. Caught in its flow were Eddie and Claine with the latter of the two opting to spear his counterpart into the flow of liquid as several buildings collapsed onto them.

“Get down!!!"

In many ways this was the best option to ensure their safety, though flows of electromagnetism began to affect it via satellite, turning the river a solid black…

No God's Sky

Silexies sought to imbibe Aldaraia’s lore for the most hedonist of reasons. To be heralded as a prophet, a messenger of the one “true” way in a time in which Cizran society had become that of galactic idolaters was important to him. Intolerance combined with decades of frustration led him to believe only he could tackle chaos itself. Chaos was to be feared, yet it was seen as natural. It was the author and catalyst which created abominations akin to many of the deities they even worship. In his slumber, nightmares of an unforeseen revelation badgered his soul into taking on a cumbersome load. The result? He was terrified but valiant enough to do what aligned with his beliefs. Such he owed to Cizra. With the chance to control the madness, Silexies wavered not, but Cigány had reasonable doubt.

“Greetings from admiral Nenegin ar-Talil…”

Her pupiless eyes caught sight of the notification and an influx of thoughts around the application of the book brought her mind to a frenzy. Here it was.

She was not privy to the pain it caused, the worlds it ended or even the malignant forces it housed, but somehow she felt uneasy. Mado-Keno took note of her apparent shock and releasing a sigh, he boldly dropped his camouflage, jump-scaring the Hyacinth which caused her to accidentally project the message in the middle of the room. "hmmm, its here he spoke." Her diva nature was curbed, knowing had Mado-Keno never revealed himself, she may have been caught in potentially treasonous actions. Had he been sharp, he might have been able to do his race a great service, but in the end, he was just Mado-Keno, and he never really cared about things of that nature.

“Do not do that, again” she spoke rather calmly in comparisons to her standard tone.

“...”

“Keno, I assume you are briefed on the current transport. I’m merely curious, but in regards to the warrior and Kilimaro, I suspect their battle was so grand it endangered the territory, provoking the need for interference? It would quite the blunder had the admiral let it fall.”

“I dunno, could be. I don’t like to question things.”

“I don’t understand why they’d go through such the effort of extracting a book as well.”

“Silexies likes old books.”

“That he does but, maybe I should analyze it and conduct a report in the meantime, don’t you think?”

“I mean…we have the authority to. Why not? You would have to go to Gaiola D314 to access it legally, however.”