thewizardguy

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@Tyki

"Very well. I am sending you coordinates mapping out certain areas, which are equipped with automated defense systems. I would recommend that you steer clear of these areas, for your own safety. I have also marked a number of large spaceports within my realm, which serve as a waystation available to all." Mathew moves his finger over the control panel on his arm, utilizing a combination of neuro-interface and a simple touch screen to insert complex commands. Immediately, his will was done.

At the side of the ship were two large circles, heavily shielded. Energy flickered, as matt activated them, and two massive portals formed on Babylon's sides. A number of smaller ships emerged from these gates, each about 500 km in length. Two Drone Carriers, three Annihilation Barges, and a single Command Ship. A standard formation for moving into potentially hostile territory, armed to repel any form of resistance that might be encountered, but not equipped for planetary siege.

The formation of ships quickly made it's way to the indicated coordinates. While they lacked interdimensional warping capabilities on their own, they were equipped for FTL travel. Babylon, however, would be able to call uppon Matt's entire fleet at any time, unleashing great swarms of battleships. Whilst it itself was a dangerous foe to be sure, Babylon's true power lay in it's role as a control centre for Matt's vast robotic armies.

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"Greetings, captain. The pleasure is mutual." Matt leans his head on one hand, already bored of such pleasantries. He was not a politician, at heart, and never had been. The one thing that had caught his eye, however, was the technology utilized on the Archimedes. He had picked up the usage of Mana on the ship, a source of magic utilized by wizards. The manipulation of mana was usually performed by an individual, using the mind to form this energy into whatever spell needed to be cast. However, this new civilisation seemed to have created technology capable of manipulating mana without the presence of an individual mind, in fact it appeared to be their main power source. If he were able to adapt this technology, he might be able to develop a more efficient method of facing magic users. It might also assist him in fusing his technological advance with the arcane capabilities of some of the races he had conquered.

"Tell me, Captain, are you entitled to act as ambassador for your people?" Matt carefully used the term people, unsure whether whatever group this individual associated herself with solely consisted of a single species, and whether it identified itself as an empire, a republic, or what have you. Whilst it seemed a minor point, wars had started over stupider issues. "I am currently documenting the worlds in this universe, as well as establishing mining facilities for the ore in this solar system. If you have claim to these worlds, or any adjacent systems, then it is best that we resolve the issue with words rather than with weapons. If you do not, then I would like to form a mutually beneficial relationship."

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@Wraithblade6

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HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

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In his lifetime, Matt had been many things.

He had been a genius, revolutionizing his entire world with his creations. A true prodigy, unmatched in his brilliance.

He had been a madman, utilizing insane inventions to battle ever more ridiculous battles.

He had been a warrior, fighting alongside his allies against the greatest evil he had yet to see.

He had been a God, brought beyond the realm of mortality by the power of his Magnum Opus, the Plot Hole.

He had been the power-crazed maniac, he had been the mighty conqueror. He had been the returning hero, he had been the grizzled veteran.

At a certain point, he had even been dead.

Sitting by himself in his chair, Matt thought back on all the roles he had played, all the battles he had fought. His hair was streaked with grey, and his empire spanned several universes. His body was old, and frail, worn from countless battles. And yet, his blue eyes still shone with that spark, that knowledge that his actions would change the face of the universe. In his posture one could see the fatigue that had crept into his bones, but he did not slump.

Which of his many roles would he play today? Odin's steady voice alerted him to the vessel's specifications as he observed the holographic model presented to him. It was lightly armed, lightly armoured, clearly designed as a scout vessel. Readings suggested a minimal energy output, the vessel had powered down all weapons systems - a universal gesture of peace. It was not equipped with the technology to warp between technology, which indicated a pre-Multiversal civilisation. However, the alloy it was composed of contained elements that were not catalogued in the Archive. This would certainly require study.

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The Sergal captain looked out at an immense wall of metal, seemingly unending. The sheer size of the ship she was staring at was rather astounding. No vessel the Sergal had designed even came close to this gargantuan warship. It dwarfed most moons with ease, and far exceeded the scanner's capabilities to accurately predict volume. It's mass was so great that if the scout vessel were to come any closer, they would be grabbed by this mysterious vessel's gravity.

The scans launched showed that this ship was not really there. It registered as little more than static. No energy of any kind was being emanated by the vessel, there was no signature to lock onto. It was ridiculous to think that such a massive machine could show up as mere static, but that it did. Some kind of massive forcefield was preventing heat from escaping the ship, and scrambling scans.
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After a few minutes, Odin found a hailing frequency the scout vessel responded to. While the Sergal technology was completely alien to the technology used in the construction of Babylon IV, there were only so many ways to transmit information. Matt had transmitters for most types, in order to account for alien species, and it was only a matter of time before communications were established. A large screen pops up in front of Matt's throne, revealing a large, heavily muscled humanoid. It was covered in fur, and heavily muscled. It also appeared to be a female, suggesting a sexually dimorphic species.

"Greetings. I am Matt, Emperor of the United Galaxies."

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@supertinyking
The blunted zweihander struck it's mark, but stops. It's as if he had struck a brick wall. Looking up, Saeid sees the blade caught into his opponent's hand, ripped apart muscles straining with immense, inhuman strength. With a burst of movement, the second Puppet launches itself forward, and Saeid is barely able to dodge the fist aimed at his face. These beings did not have the strength of ordinary beings, much like himself they had superhuman capabilities. And as the first Puppet launched a barrage of punches, Saeid found his large weapon simply wasn't capable of blocking them all. Furthermore, those punches that did strike the metal were beginning to bend it.

"Meet the Heroes of Erua. Did you know? They were blessed, granted divine strength by the God of Justice. They kept the peace on Erua, protecting it and it's people from the demons hordes that would conquer it. Half man, half God. Isn't it a beautiful story?" Mia laughs, as black blood seeps from her fingertips. "And then I came to play with them! We had so much fun! I took them apart, and I sliced them and diced them and skinned them, and I added so much new parts! I killed their friends, their family, just to see the look on their faces! Have you seen it? The look in a man's eye, when they see everything they ever loved die?"

The Puppets were relentless, and yet always attacked one at a time. Whenever Saeid were to strike one, knock it back, or gain any form of advantage, they would simply switch places. A relentless, unending assault from the inhuman warriors, with the strength of 50 men. Their eyes were filled only with inhuman hatred, but the eyes were focused. "Oh dear, did you think you were fighting undead? No no no. That wouldn't be nearly as much fun...."

"They're still very much alive."

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@supertinyking
A soft clapping can be heard as Darkside cleans his blade. Smiling, Mia walks forward slowly, her black shadowy dress trailing over the ground behind her. Looking at her, the former sith lord found his body getting ready for combat almost without his consent, as every nerve in his body told him that he was facing a predator. "My my, that was quite impressive. Your physical strength has far surpassed human limits, and that in such a short amount of time. But then, that wouldn't surprise me much. This body was designed by one of the greatest minds of our time, after all."

Mia gestures, and two figures jump down, having previously hid on the roofs. Covered in blood and ripped flesh, held together with leather straps and iron spikes. Tortured beyond recognition, insanity gleaming in their eyes, as they hold their blades. Their mouths have been sewn shut, their fingernails pulled, and even now drops of blood drip from between the seams. They would have died long ago, had it not been for Mia's work on their bodies. Twin blue capes had been bolted to their collarbone, bearing a bloody crest from some unknown land. A mockery of the heroes they had once been, turned to bloodthirsty monsters with no will of their own.

"My daddy wants you in his lab. Thinks you're worth.... helping. But I have so many fun toys already, and my labs are filling up. I don't think you're worth the effort, honestly." The two figures dart towards Saeid, but a simple hand gesture reigns them in as suddenly as if Mia had pulled a chain around their necks. They trembled and grovelled on the ground like animals. "So I'm thinking I might just turn you into another little puppet. You're tough. Imagine what a pretty puppet you'd make!"

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@Teoinsanity
Well, it seems I've completely forgotten. In order for me to answer your question, you're going to have to tell me what this dimension-warping capability is, and where it comes from.

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@Teoinsanity
The Crash Hammer has dimension warping abilities?

I just checked your CS, and it mentions nothing of the sort. That's the kind of stuff that should be mentioned in your CS.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

A portal opened as Mia walked through, casting a glance over the surrounding buildings. It was a small village, clearly medieval. It's inhabitants didn't seem surprised to see someone teleporting in - clearly magic was common on this world. After following the trail to a number of other planets, it seemed most likely that Darkside - Or Saeid - was somewhere around this area. It seemed strange that after losing his memory he would travel to a place such as this, but the actions of someone with no memories were hard to predict. There was no precedent to work from.

As Mia sorted through the Souls of the villagers, looking into each of them, she scanned for Darkside. In doing so, however, she nearly missed him. His soul had been changed along with his mind, altered almost beyond recognition. But it remained immensely frail. The damage that had been dealt to it had not been healed by whatever process stole Darkside's powers.

Having caught the metaphoric scent, Mia quickly made her way to Darkside's location. At any other time she would have taken some time to play with the locals, but she didn't want her prey getting away from her. If daddy could unlock the secret to Darkside's power, it might open up a whole new world of possibilities. A merging of Force manipulation and Soular manipulation, a doorway to immense power. There was no doubt Darkisde was a useful specimen in search of the merging of these schools of magic.

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@supertinyking
Alucard notices as his form is turned corporeal, his movements dragging heavily at the air around him. Looking up, he could see a sorceror clad in green, surrounded by bright green energy. Clearly a dude with a theme. Of course, there was only room for one genocidal maniac in this city, and Alucard just happened to be the biggest monster around. Furthermore, this matter was rather more important than his daily rampaging and slaughtering. "Dude, dude, dude...."

With a flash of ethereal lightning, Alucard disappears, even as Rinak feels the waves of heat hitting the back of his head. The orb of flame that Alucard had been holding was now leveled at Rinak's back, the heat setting the tassels of his cloak aflame. Had he been a normal human, the mere proximity to such heat would have burnt his flesh off.

"I was having a moment."

The life force of hundreds, drained from this world and many others, focused into a single blast of blinding flame. A burst of fire launched itself across the sky, consuming everything in it's wake, melting metal, bone and flesh into one. Bright glowing buildings begin to collapse around the softened walls, those unfortunates within them fused with the furniture. Rinak, of course, would have taken the blast in the face had he not managed to evade the sudden attack. It was certainly not an attack to trifle with.

"I don't have much time for Power Rangers."