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The Continuation of the Super Saga of Creation... This time, it's Epic

Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:47 pm

Editor's Note:
This Story starts place at the same time as the ESSSSOC Part I, and
is another side of the same story.

Editor's Note Part II: The posts are color coded by original poster as follows:




Dingo

Highlander

Azrael

Patches

Thör-Axe

Revan

Sebastienne

Editor's Note the Third: Starting with Dingo's post on Page 3, all post's original authors are those who are posting.


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:47 pm

Down the gloomy hallways of the imposing futuristic fortress strode the Closet Sniper. With his gun over his shoulder, he confidently walked amidst a group of laser-rifle men, half honor-guard, half prisoner escort, ignoring them as he went. The group stopped as the hallway terminated at an ornate, though normal sized, door. The lead guard knocked thrice, then gestured for the sniper to enter.
Even he, the Closet Sniper, feared throughout the universe for his uncanny accuracy, stealth, and seeming invincibility, was secretly awed to be called into the presence of the most powerful and malevolent force in the known worlds. The door shut with a slam behind him, and he
turns towards a simple oaken desk. Everything behind the desk, including the throne-like chair and it's occupant, were wreathed in shadow, impenetrable to even the Sniper's keen eye. Bowing his head slightly in recognition, he said, "You wished to see me, oh Sinister One?"
"There is a Hero, that has arisen. He seems to have withstood our normal attempts of space-time distortion, and he must be taken care of. I am putting at your disposal, my armies, the Specrar company, and the entire facilities of my three lesser fortresses. If you fail to dispose of him with these, you will take care of him personally. If you still fail... then you shall suffer worse than any I have made suffer before. Understood?"
The Sniper shuddered. He had heard the tales. The Evil Overlord had an unending cruelty, and a bottomless pit of imagination with which to
feed it. He would rather die, then feel his punishment. Although, some said.... His thoughts were interrupted as he realized The Overlord was waiting on his response.
"Yes, sire. It shall be done, sire. This Hero shall be taken care of."
"Good. Here is his dossier," the Dark One says, sliding a folder out of the shadows, over the desk, "As well as the things you will need
to prove your authority. You are dismissed."
"Yes my lord. Thank you my lord," stutters the sniper, exiting and bowing at the same time.

The Evil Overlord turned away from the door, staring off into the shadows as he thought.
This... Hero, if he is allowed to prosper, will prove quite troublesome to my plans. I had better get some.... insurance, if the Closet Sniper
Fails.
Pressing a microphone switch, The Evil Overlord orders, "Bring me Dr. Homer.... And, afterward, I need a word with our Chief Cryptozoologist."
"Yes, oh Evil Overlord." comes the reply.
...Quite Troublesome indeed.


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:47 pm

You called, oh Evil Overlord ?" asked Dr. Homer
"Yes Homer. I need you to watch over newest general and retrieve the septar of the 17 moons. It is on earth and now I can't get to it you must. You are the one I truly trust, and that is why i didn't kill you the second you addressed me inappropriately," The Overlord commanded.
"I shall, sire. But what of the rebellion The Highlander and his followers have started... aren't they more of a threat that this one
man and one septar?"
"No! If they were to get the septar and if the hero were to find out of this war and choose their side it would pose a serious threat to a complete domination of all that Is. After losing Earth and Pluto to them already, I don't want them to get one more advantage. They must fall! Use what ever you need to make this work."
Homer bows and leaves.


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:48 pm

It is not long after the door closes on the receding figure of Dr. Homer that it silently swings open again to reveal a small, wizened little man with a bionic right arm, leg, and eye. He hobbles forward with startling alacrity to perform an awkward little bow before the Evil Overlord.

"You sent for me, great one?" rasps the dwarf.

The Evil Overlord scowls down at the tiny figure from his dark throne. "Yes. I understand you have been trying to find an intact body of an ogre to study for possible genetic enhancements for my legions?"

The little man cringes, fearing to correct his cruel master, "No, my lord. It cannot be just a body; ogres decompose with an unnatural rapidity. I must get hold of a
living specimen for my studies... But none have been found in the Sol system for millennia... The few samples we have are incomplete; they did not have proper preservation techniques in ages past, but even so, they have yielded very promising results. I am sure that if I could get my hands on a living specimen, my research would be advanced by decades... My other projects are turning out well, though, Lord..."
He hastens to assure the shadowed figure. "The newest dragon-man brood has turned out much more physically capable than the last... I'm sure you'll be more satisfied this time..." The man looks forlornly at his bionic leg, remembering well the rage of his master at the last malformed brood. He looks up again hopefully, "And the new indoctrination training for the Gryphons has made them much more obedient. They don't even fight with the dragon-men when they're put in the same room anymore."
"Good. I was growing tired of your failed pets," growled the Overlord. "I was beginning to doubt your usefulness" The little man shivers. Just
then, a light flashes on the Evil Overlord's desk, and a screen flickers to life to display its message to him. His eyes flick across the screen with growing consternation. He finishes, and the screen powers down as the the he turns back to his guest.

"Hm."
The Evil Overlord reclines in his chair, looking down at his Cryptozoologist through slit eyes. "I have just received a report that Dr. Homer's little rival, that meddlesome Admiral Bernard, has been putting forth a lot of effort to find something. My scouts have yet to find out what that something is, and that frustrates me. But I have my suspicions."

"Now," says the Evil Overlord sinisterly. "You are to take some human engineers down to Russia on Earth. They have apparently found a
source of some unknown radiation, and I want you to personally oversee its unearthing. The timing is too suspicious. I received news of the Russian discovery only an hour ago, and now Bernard's frantic searching at the same time..." He stares off into the distance, then, with finality, he continues, "I want a full company of your best enhanced troops standing guard around the Russian fortress atop the dig site at all times. Nothing gets in or out without me knowing."

"Y-Yes, my master," stutters the little man, awkwardly bowing as he shuffles painfully backwards out of the room. The door swings silently shut again after he exits, leaving the Evil Overlord alone in the room.


"Hmm..." mumbles the Evil Overlord meditatively. "What are you looking for Bernard... Stupid old man, why must you still fight me after all
these years?"

He reaches out again to press the intercom button. "I want to know where this hero was last spotted. And have the Closet Sniper followed unobtrusively, I want to know immediately if he succeeds. Or if he fails..."


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:48 pm

"Curses!" roars the Closet Sniper, slamming his fist into his desk. "What do you mean he was killed? How?!?"
Shaking in front of him, the quivering messenger stutters out, "It... it was the hero, sir. He... launched a deadly bullet, impaling him through the head. It was a... a... guided, uh...Granite-based projectile."
"Curses," the Closet Sniper again growls. "He was the most efficient sniper we had, no matter how cheaply he fought." He sits back down, dismissing the messenger with a wave of his hand.
"Sir, news from the front!" Another messenger, an enormous shaggy hound runs in, out of breath.
"What is it, spit it out!" orders the Closet Sniper, secretly wondering anew at the diversity of the forces given to him.
"A... It's the hero, sir! He's coming here!"
"What!" he exclaims, knocking over his chair and leaping mere inches from the messenger. "How soon will he be here?"
"ETA is Four hours, sir."
"Four Hours, how could he..." The Sniper says, striding past the messenger and out his command tent. He gets no farther, however, as the "messenger" quickly knocks him out with a strike to the neck with his enormous paw.
Bernard chuckles as the Sniper goes down, "You'll be coming with me now, friend. McLeod! Beam us up. To the brig, I've got us a prisoner."
The Admiral and the Closet Sniper are surrounded in a deep suffusion of blue, and then disappear entirely.

From the shadows of the tent, a hooded figure strides forward to where the two disappeared, examining the ground before talking into a communicator in his hand. "Bernard's got the Closet Sniper."
"Good Job, Lieutenant. See how the camp reacts, and then report
back."
"Yes sir." Says the figure, melting back into the shadows.


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:48 pm

"Dude can you believe these outfits we have to wear!" yells a man at the campfire.
"I know! What is the closet Sniper thinking! I mean really, whats with all these buttons! And the frills!!!
"I seriously think we should complain about this."
"We could but do you know how he'd react if we told him we hate his buttons?"
"Yeah remember the last time someone commented on his boots?"
"Hey yeah! They still haven't found him right?"
"Yeah all 72 pieces of him!"
The men all collectively laugh. But only for a little while and not too loud. Funny as this joke was, it wasn't far from the truth.
"Maybe we should get someone expendable to ask for us?"
"Hey yeah! Some new guy no would miss."
Just then, young recruit William walks by, jittering and muttering. He is a poor orphan from a poor town and never really seemed to make an impression on his superiors. The perfect image of and "expendable".
"Hey you! Fresh meat! come here!!"
William jumps about two feet into the air and spins around. The men just laugh. He's perfect.
"Yeah you, we don't like our uniforms. why don't you go and ask the Closet Sniper to get us some new ones?"
"U-u-u-m w-well...th-th-that's g-going to be a p-p-p-problem."
"Oh really! Why's that!" The men always enjoy this part. When the poor cannon fodder resist and they get to threaten them.
"U-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-.......Well. Th-The Closet Sniper's g-g-g-gone."
"Gone? So wait for him!!"
"N-n-n-not gone per say. M-m-m-m-m-m-.....missing"
Silence engulfs the group. Silence so thick and sudden, a monk sworn to silence would have gone "What was THAT!!".
Finally the silence is broken: "Well.....at least we don't have to wear the uniforms."


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:48 pm

As word of the Closet Sniper's situation spread around the camp all of the personnel began taking off there uniforms and going into town to go to there favorite bar "we serve beer". "They are leaving,"says the shadowy lieutenant."they are not fit to be part of the empire."
"Then deal with them!"proclaims the Overlord, "the order of this universe have no room for slackers... and we shall rule everything eternally!"
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*Back at the Overlord castle*
"What do you mean we still haven't found the Closet Sniper!?!!?!"
"He just vanished."
"Who could have... Bernard! Well, what of my troops?"
"Most returned the second they found out while other stopped in town...those were found dead the next day."
"That's fine... they were obviously unreliable. But how did the rebellion get the Closet Sniper?"
"Sir you have heard the stories. They are fighting a holy war. And... I.... if they are on the right side then this may happen more."
As anger grows in the Overlord his servant is taken the the execution chamber.


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:48 pm

After his wrath had subsided to less than a homicidal rage, the Evil Overlord summons Dr. Homer back to his office.
"Well, Doctor, what news?"
The Doctor, wearing a huge grin, says with suppressed excitement,"Sir, I am happy to report that, after the tragic loss of a fine leader in
the Closet Sniper..."
"Quit the brownnosing, what has happened?"
Bursting with Glee, Homer excitedly reports, "We have the Hero!"
"WHAT! How?"
"We found him, outside the hospital, with a bad case of head trauma, as well as RMLS something terrible. He's currently in a comatose state."
"Well, what are you doing here?!" shouts the Evil Overlord, "Get back there! You know what to do."
"Yes my Lord," Homer bows, and exits the room, tail wagging furiously.
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*Back at the the third moon base of the Specrar company, on one of the moons of Saturn*
Dr. Homer walks down the corridor, entering the room where the hero had recently awakened under the care of a Border Collie Nurse.
As he approaches the door, he hears the patient say "How am I to get my hands on this...sternum? "
"Talking to yourself?"
Dr Homer asks, adding a slight growl for effect as he enters the room, "You're sicker than we thought. How are you feeling?"
"I'm screaming inside," assures the bug-eyed Hero. "You're a doctor?!"
"Yes. My name is Dr. Homer. My nurse tells me you're seeing people. How many claws am I holding up?" inquires Dr. Homer, holding up two clawed digits.
"Two" responds the hero, eyes darting around the room.
"Good. You seem fine to me. Now that you're awake, I have some questions..."
"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on a minute here," Interrupts the hero, looking extremely stressed and confused.
"I think I'm more entitled to questions here. Such as: Who are you? Why did you beam me up and bring me here? And how can dogs talk, for crying out loud?!"
Dr. Homer sighs, "Nurse, did you brief the patient on his situation like I asked?"
"Um, uh," the Collie says, blushing, "I was going to, Doctor, but I, um..."
"Save it. I guess I'll have to do some explaining. But afterward, You will answer my questions, alright?" Dr. Homer growls.
The hero nods tiredly.
"Alright. Ten Years Ago...you died" Dr. Homer explained.
"WHAT!" our hero exclaims.
"Just fooling with you. You were just fine, save the brain cancer," Dr. Homer continued with his attempts at further confusing and tricking the hero, "Ten years ago all life was threatened by an evil cat Mrs. Tinklcins. Looking for a way to survive, the spies that we managed to plant as slaves informed us that she was no more that an animal rights/ evil scientist. So we turned ourselves into dogs hoping to be spared and turned back, the only problem was..."
"Dr. Homer,"interrupted Nurse Macintosh,the Irish Wolfhound, "You're need in the ER. We just retrieved the survivors of the wreck of the
I.S.C. Divine, and we think there are some serious Neuro-dynamic damage done to them."
"Alright, alright," growled Dr. Homer, "I'll continue this later." He said, addressing the hero, then sprinted out of the room and down the hallway, "What do we know so far about the survivors?" He asked
Macintosh.
"Well..." she began.


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:48 pm

Their attempts at retrieving the septor failed there seems to be a guardian ogre." she replied.
"Well this could work in our favor."
"What could?" she asks as she turns the corner heading to the E.R.
"I'm going to need you to cover for me i have some important business..."
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A hologram appears in the middle of the room.
"What is it Homer?" asks the Overlord
"I have a plan that will get you the septor and get rid of the hero. We use him to get it for us we send him to earth get him to take out the
Oger and then we kill him after he gives it to us."
"Yes, yes that will work take what ever you need to make this work."
The hologram turns off.
"Now all we need is the closet sniper and then all loose ends will be tied." he mumbles to him self.

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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:48 pm

Dr. Homer begins the long walk down the hospital corridors back to the Hero's room. As he walks, he begins to formulate a plan to trick the hero. Basing his story on what he had begun to tell the hero, the next logical
step would be....
An enormous explosion rocks the hospital, derailing his train of thought.
His eyes are caught by the flashing alarm on the wall, and he feels a slight change in air pressure. "Damn! Bernard!" He shouts, as he begins to run in the direction of the explosion.
As he passes confused hospital staff, he shouts, "There's been an Airlock Breach! Seal off sector L2-21!"
He barrels down the hallway, continually cursing Bernard. By now he probably has the hero off the base...


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Homer groveled before the Evil Overlord, fearing his punishment for losing the hero.

Seconds passed, and his head remained attached to his shoulders. Indeed, all his parts seemed to be in the right place. Cautiously, Homer dared to look up at the Evil Overlord.

He was still sitting in his throne, looking pensive. Seeing Homer look up, he shook himself out of his reverie, "Homer, you are a fool." Homer cringed again. "But this may not be the end. I have concluded that Bernard, too, is looking for the septor. And he thinks the artifact at the Russian site is it. I want the security put on red alert status; Bernard has the head start. You... you go down there right now and get to the dig site personally. If the hero succeeds... I've been dying to try out some new... techniques."

"Y-yes, my lord," Homer squeaks, fleeing the room.

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Our Hero lay, exhausted, a few feet away from the crumpled Body of his opponent.
Then, in a faint shimmer of blue, through his eyes now misting over, appeared a familiar figure.
"Bernard," he says weakly, "You old traitor. Good to see you. I...have half a... mind to...to...."
"No time for that now. In a minute we'll get you into Medical. Now, where's the Ogre?"
Our Hero, befuddled with pain and exhaustion, shifts his head in the direction of the slain beast.
"Ah, good," remarks Bernard, disappearing into the adjoining chamber, "Just melt away the rot and... Ogres rot remarkably fast, you know. That's why their bodies are never documented, and most people treat them as Faerie tales. AH! There we go. Got it!"
Our Hero looks on weakly, as Bernard reappears in his field of vision, placing a type of round device around at even intervals on the cavern
walls.
Noticing our Hero's questioning look, Bernard chuckles and says, "Can't let the natives find all this, now can we?"
Our Hero, about to reply, suddenly finds his vision suffused with a soft blue light, then all becomes black.

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Homer was panting heavily as he dropped into the cavern. He was too old and out of shape for all this, but his fear of the Evil Overlord drove him on. He had ran past the unconscious forms of the scientists above, and feared he was too late; that Bernard and the cursed Hero were
already gone. Up ahead, he saw a blue glow emanating from one of the side caverns, and dashed towards it. Homer reached the door just in time to see a huge glittering expanse of gold and treasure before the blue light enveloped everything and it all disappeared.
Homer's howl of rage and desperation was lost on the Hero and Bernard; they were already safe aboard Bernard's ship.

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The Evil Overlord's scream of rage resounded throughout his space fortress.
"HOMER!! YOU FAILED!!"
"No! Master, there was nothing I could do! By the time you sent me..."
"YOU DARE BLAME ME?!"
"NO! I'm only saying..."
"SHUT YOUR USELESS MOUTH!" The Evil Overlord controlled himself with a visible effort, and when he spoke again his voice was a deadly hiss, more terrifying in its menace than the mindless rage had been.
"Homer." He paused again, suppressing the flicker of rage that crossed his expression. Homer was quietly sobbing in terror on the ground before the Evil Overlord's desk. "Get on your feet." Homer's terror dried up his tears instantly, and he was on his feet in a heartbeat.
"You let Bernard take the Hero from your hospital. You didn't inform me immediately, and Bernard had time to get the Hero into the dig site. There was a LIVE guardian ogre there that the Hero killed, setting back our research by decades if not a century. You arrived too late to stop Bernard from getting his hands on the septor. With that in his hands, there's no telling what his little 'Republic of Free Worlds' can do. This has escalated from a little rebellion to squash at my leisure to a full-fledged revolution that could take years to stomp out!" He had to pause again for nearly a minute to control his murderous rage. "And for that you will suffer more and longer than any mortal creature has ever suffered before," he hissed viciously.

Two guards moved in on Homer, each grabbing an arm. "NO! Master, please let me redeem myself! Please! Just give me..."
"Another chance?" the Evil Overlord interrupted, his eyes positively glowing with hate. "No, Homer. You've had your chances. Nothing but your death..." He grinned evilly, "Nothing but your
eventual death will satisfy me this time." The guards drag the kicking and screaming Homer out of the chamber.
The Evil Overlord sat at his desk for a long time, not moving at all. Finally, he was interrupted by the arrival of a strange creature with a huge, overdeveloped braincase.

"Ah, Admiral Kharl. I am giving you all the resources and industrial output of sectors 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, and 42. You are to use them to build up and train a space fleet as large as you can support. And I do mean as large as you can support; the people are growing fat and lazy. They need a little... encouragement, perhaps to increase their output. We
will be ready for whatever Bernard wants to throw at us. And I think it's time I turned my attention to the Highlander's little rebellion... I don't want that getting out of control, also..."

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The Highlander in question sat, calm and relaxed, inside a temple back on Earth. It was more of a shrine, really, and it was not on Earth per se. It was on a part of Earth, but separated from time. It was the Center of the Balance of the planet. The Balance was the subject of the Highlander's meditations.


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Long ago the Highlander had been chosen, at random, by the gods as a mediator between them and the semi-sentient Lifestream of the planet, which had been upset by the gods continual meddling with the natural order. To appease both sides, he had had a portion of the powers of both gods and Life thrust upon him, in order that he might keep the Balance, should anyone attempt to overthrow it. Millenia later, he was still The Guardian. Aside from gods and the Earth, over the years the balance had been nearly upset by many individuals, for any of
numerous causes. World Domination, Lust for Power, all had been silenced when they came against the Balance. Twice had he been granted the full power of the gods and the Earth, and was unchained from the remote Highlands, in order to keep the Balance. Remembering this, The Highlander still cringed. They had been the two most horrendous moments of his overextended-life.

And now, it seemed, he was approaching another such moment. Except, he feared, it was on a much larger scale. Of late he had been troubled. Tremors in the Balance, and many people thrust from their own times back to this time and place. Powerful warriors all, and all in search of something, none of which would upset the Balance. This was unusual in that before, whenever a stranger from some new time or place appeared, it was so the Highlander could personally protect the Balance from them. These few beings of late had all, after individual
confrontations form the Highlander, had either stayed in the Highlands, or were easily summonable from their normal space-time. The Highlander, through his own conjecture and some wisdom of the gods, had come to the conclusion that, not only did the entire universe itself have a Lifestream much like Earth, but it was also in dire peril of some unprecedented evil. And then came Bernard. This space traveling Canine-alien had been the first, in the History of the Balance, to come of his own accord to the misty moors where the Highlander dwelt. And Bernard had confirmed his fears. He spoke of an Evil Overlord threatening to conquer "Everything that Is" and rule it with an iron fist. Bernard had said he was the leader of, what he called, the "Republic of Free Worlds", a revolutionary movement against this overlord. Which is why he had come here. He had somehow discerned not only the planetary importance of this place, he had found a way and means to travel here. The Highlander had said he would do what he could, but as he was chained to the land, he wasn't sure what he could do.
At that pronouncement, The Highlander remembered, Bernard had smiled and said, "Then join us, when you are able." and the had disappeared in a suffusion of blue.
The Highlander meditated on all this as he sat inside the shrine to
Alaunus, god of the Sun and wisdom. Kneeling in the inner sanctum in front of the physical personification of Alaunus, an enormous marble statue with crystal eyes that flickered with the colors of the sun, pleading for wisdom. "Alaunus, grant me the knowledge of what I must do... and how to do it. Are these Heroes, for that is what these beings who have appeared are, are these Heroes to go as representatives of The Balance of Earth to fight this horrible threat? Or, am I to be unchained, that I may lead them in Battle? Alaunus I pray thee, grant me thy wisdom."
The statue's eyes flashed with all the brightness and intensity of the Sun itself. They pierced and burned into The Highlander's mind, illuminating him with the wisdom of the gods. The Highlander, rising wearily to his feet, finally understood. Staggering out to the outer chamber, a round room surrounded by statues of various sun gods, Sól, Apollo, Shamash, Inti, Svarog, Alaunus, Ra, Helios, Amaterasu, Garuda, Tonatiuh, and Liza, around a stone sundial in the center. The sun shone down straight on the sun dial, High Noon, from a circular hole built into the ceiling. Retching off the cover of the sundial, the Highlander revealed a highly-polished mirror underneath, and spoke into it.
He spoke in different tongues, communicating with all the heroes he had spoken to over the last few days. The message was all the same: "The Time has come. Return to The Highlands, and be guided back by the Sun."
And then, appeared the face of a shaggy, bespectacled St. Bernard appeared, with a questioning look in his eye. The Highlander smiled slightly and, speaking into the mirror to the Canine, he said, "Give us a fortnight. We will be ready."
And then, with a slight smile and nod of his head, Bernard's image faded from the mirror. Looking out the door, past the woods beyond, outside of time, the Highlander stared, repeating to himself, "We
will be ready."

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The Tiefling known as Azrael sat in his meditation chamber, pondering the strange meeting with the one called the Highlander a fortnight ago. After promising his aid, he had expected to start upon the epic quest immediately, but instead the strange man had banished him right back to his home, telling him to await his call. Since then, Azrael had been liquidating most of his assets, investing almost all of his
considerable wealth into adventuring gear.

But that had only taken a few days to sell everything and only a few more to find a suitable set of enchanted dragon scale armor. It had cost him nearly everything, but it was all he needed; unlike wizards, his warlock powers required no material component. And all he needed for a weapon was his pact blade, that cursed instrument of his race's demise that magnified any power he channeled through it. And food and potions were cheap.

This was taking too long! Every moment he wasted, the chances of him finding Tar'xax and getting his soul back diminished. His red skinned hands spasmed in frustration against the arms of his chair, his black claws scratching small furrows in the stone. Azrael stood up and began pacing across the room, running his hands back along the swept back horns on his bald head. If that Highlander didn't send for him soon, he resolved, all bets were off. He *needed* to find Tar'xax. He caught a flicker from the corner of his eye and looked to the side, but it was only his glowing red eyes reflected in one of the mirrors along the walls of his chamber. Then the mirror flickered again, and a face formed in it.

With a start, Azrael recognized the Highlander's features. The image spoke: "The Time has come. Return to The Highlands, and be guided back by the Sun." Before Azrael could reply, the image faded, leaving Azrael again alone in the room.

He could not help but feel excitement rising in him. Finally, a quest to end all quests! Glory and honor in battle, and yes, perhaps even death... Azrael pulled his mind away from the brink of that abyss... there was no afterlife for him; not without a soul. But perhaps there might be remembrance here, if he helped the quest succeed.

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Azrael looked up at the odd tower for a moment before knocking on the door. It had taken him three days to find a powerful enough wizard for his purposes... planar teleportation was not a common specialty. But he had finally arranged a meeting.
The doors swung open to reveal a wizened little man leaning on a staff. "Azrael is it? Well, come in, come in." The little man turned and hobbled rapidly back into the depths of the tower. Azrael, bemused, followed. The wizard led him immediately to a large chamber with runes inscribed in circular patters all around the room. "So I understand you need to find your way back to a plane you visited recently, but you don't know the name, correct?"
"Yes."
"Well, how long ago was it?"
"Two weeks"
"Good. The residual energy from planar travel wears off after about a month, but you're just in time. Lets see..." The little wizard hobbles over to Azrael and prods him with a bony finger. "Tiefling, eh? Don't see many of you around... Hmm.... Ah! There it is..." He closed his eyes, and the runes around the room begin to light up. "Wait a second... wait... got it! The payment?" queried the wizard without opening his eyes. Azrael pulled a huge gem out of his pocket and dropped it into the wizards still outstretched hand, eliciting a small smile of satisfaction from the old man. The gem disappeared into some inner fold of his robes and he gestured behind him again.

"Stand in the center." Without questioning him, Azrael went to the center of the room. The runes started glowing brighter and brighter, and the wizard's eyes finally opened. "Good luck on your quest, warlock. I don't know how you'll make it back, but good luck."

With a flash and a pulling sensation, Azrael suddenly found himself back on Earth in the highlands of Scotland. Looking around, he once again heard the voice of the Highlander "Return to The Highlands, and be guided back by the Sun." He looked up at the sun, but it was high noon.
Looking around, Azrael spots a glint of the sun off of something metal. He headed towards the rock formation it came from, but soon realized that it was much too regular to be a natural formation. It was a temple of some sort...

Soon, he was at the entrance.
Before he could decide whether to knock on the stone arch, the Highlander emerged from within. "And so it begins," said the Highlander. "Now we must wait for the others..."


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:49 pm

Thör-Axe the Impaler stumbled out of the forest worn from two days of traveling through the highlands. Before him stood a small village with no more than fifteen buildings.
“Well at least finding the metalsmith shouldn’t be too difficult,” Thör-Axe thought to himself as he made his way down the semi-filled street. He felt uneasy as the villagers would stop and stare at him as he walked. Then again it wasn’t everyday that some heavy metal rocker walked in out of the forest slinging the Axe of the Metal Gods.
Up until a few days before, Thör-Axe had been on the run after stealing the guitar shrouded with magic from the Metal Gods. After fleeing for several months, Thör-Axe found himself in the Highlands, where he met the Highlander, who kindly helped him figure out his quest and sent him to find the metalsmith.
The metalsmith’s shop was at the far edge of the village. Thör-Axe entered to find a portly man sleeping in a chair in the corner of the workshop. Thör-Axe strode over to the sleeping man and poked him with the headstock of the guitar. The man jumped awake. “Wha- wha? Who are you?”
“Chillax. I’m a friend. The Highlander sent me. He tells me you are developing some sort of instrument.”
“Oh yes… It’s still an idea at this point. I’m no musician, so I wouldn’t know how to go about making it.”
“You’re not a musician, but I am. I could help.”
The man looked intrigued. “What is it that you want?”
Thör-Axe paused. He wasn’t sure what he wanted. “To fulfill my destiny.”

“Well then, we have a deal,” the man exclaimed jumping out of his chair to shake Thör-Axe’s hand, “The name’s Anraí.”


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Thör-Axe the Impaler sat staring at the result of nearly a fortnight’s work in his hands: a shining horn that glistened even in the darkness. She was truly a fine piece of craftsmanship. Anraí called it a trumpet, but Thör-Axe decided to name her Tantara. He sat staring at his
reflection in the bell. The reflection shimmered throwing Thör-Axe off guard. The Highlander’s face appeared.
“The time has come. Return to the Highlands, and be guided back by the Sun.” Then as quickly as the face appeared, it disappeared leaving Thör-Axe staring at his own reflection once again.

After a moment he stood up. He picked up the Axe and walked affirmatively outside to the stables. He ad no emotion on his face and no other thought other than what he had to do. He stood before a towering black horse whose mane and eyes were red like fire. The villagers called him Rowtag and Thör-Axe sensed a connection with him when the two met earlier. Thör-Axe looked behind him to find a set of horse armor that looked like a perfect fit for Rowtag. Thör-Axe grinned. A few minutes later Thör-Axe the Imapler was gone. In Rowtag’s
former stall was a wad of money from a strange time and place with a note reading:
I apologize but I hope this can make up for my actions.

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Thör-Axe rode swiftly through the woods enjoying the wind in his hair. After some more transferring of magic, Rowtag was a speed demon that could challenge the wind itself to a race. Through the tops of the trees he could see the peak of the temple of Alaunus. Thör-Axe reached for Tantara. He pulled her out, pressed her to his lips and let out a call that echoed off the trees.

As Thör-Axe arrived, the Highlander was standing at the door of the temple accompanied by a strange looking creature that Thör-Axe had never seen before. The Highlander walked out to greet him.
“Tis a fine instrument you have there,” complimented the Highlander as Thör-Axe dismounted Rowtag. “and a fine creature as well. I am glad to see your time was not wasted.”
“My time was very well spent! This
creature is Rowtag. And this is Tantara.” Thör-Axe held up the shining trumpet.
“Impressive,” said the strange creature, “My name is Azrael, by the way.”
Thör-Axe walked up to shake his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Azrael. I am Thör-Axe the Impaler.”
“So how is it that you came to be here?” asked a curious Azrael.
The Highlander spoke before Thör-Axe could answer. “Let’s go inside first and then Thör-Axe can tell his tale. I’m sure he’s tired from his journey and we still have time to pass until the others arrive.”
“Sure. I’ll be inside in just a minute,” replied
Thör-Axe and the Highlander and Azrael stepped inside. Thör-Axe turned to gaze out upon the Highland’s beauty. The breeze pushed his long black hair out of his eyes for a second revealing their darkness and a hint of uncertainty about the future....


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:50 pm

"Back-step, side-step, duck, twirl, under, jump, back-step," Sebastienne whispered, preforming the moves, her fine silver-blond ponytail swinging in rhythm with her steps, her dark-tan hands deftly twirling and thrusting her war hammer. The small girl paused to wipe the sweat off her brow. She had been working fervently after her visit with the Highlander. During her wandering she had slacked in her regimen, and now, unsure about her future, she decided it was best to be ready for anything

As she rested, she hummed a familiar tune, and laughed in delight as one of the Fair Folk perched on her knee. She had spent the last few weeks in their forest, and had become fluent in their beautiful, silver language.

It had been a crazy ride to the now peaceful forest she was sitting in, separate from time and space. She leaned her head back against the tree as she thought about how she had gotten here.

Sebastienne had always had a knack with a wrench. She had more than a knack. Her parents always joked it was her type of magic, but Sebastienne just took it as a talent. After all, magic was what her father and brother did, not her. Her talent had gotten her involved with the top Speed-ship team in her area at the age of 11. When she turned 13, and the team wanted to strike out, her parents let her leave. Unfortunately the team didn't last that, long, and they all went back. All except Sebastienne. She was out of her hometown, and not in a hurry to go back. She went through a few rough patches that year, and took on some pretty shady jobs. One she would never truly forgive m herself for. After that, she left, traveled with some gypsies for a while, who had taught her fighting, music, and acrobatics. She spent the next year and a half after that wandering, not feeling welcome anywhere. Until she came here.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the Faerie creature.
"Good morning," It said.
"Good morning to you too. Any news from the Highlander?" She inquired.
"Actually yes. He requires your presence at the temple"
At this piece of news Sebastienne jumped up from where she was sitting and jumped up into the tree to grab her pack.
"Oh no, not again" She said, still speaking in the silver tongue, worry apparent in her voice. The last time she had been summoned by the Highlander, she had walked in on his scorched body, crumpled on the floor.
"Worry not, young one," the Faerie creature assured her,"This is no emergency.'
This calmed the girl down, but did not slow her down.
"Did he tell you what for then?"She asked, packing the last of her things.
"No,The Highlander just asked that you come quickly".
With that ending statement, The fair creature was a flutter of wings as it flew around Sebastienne. There was a flash of light, and Sebastienne was suddenly outside of the temple. She spotted The Highlander standing outside with two people she did not regognize, she
watched them enter the temple.

A few moments later Sebastienne walked up the stone steps and into the temple. She smiled at the Highlander and his guests.
"Hi," She said, jokingly adding,"You beckoned?"
"And hello to both of you too," She said, tilting her head in the direction of the guests, taking them both in. Very interesting looking, they both were. One very odd looking, nothing like she had ever seen in all her travels, and one, with a noble horn and beast.
"I"m Sebastienne Pestiieno."


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:50 pm

The Highlander watched as his other two companions stepped down to meet the latest arrival, Sebastienne, the first one who had arrived in the Highlands. She was the one who had found him, grievously wounded in the temple, after one of the Evil Overlord's minions had attacked this most holy shrine. Most Unique he thought to himself. A child of a world of both high-technology, and powerful magic. She will be very useful in the coming campaign. Just as he was about to address the group, there was a large sound from the nearby woods, as of branches snapping and some large being coming down the path. A moment later, what could only be one machine emerged from the forest. The glistening behemoth of metal, one of a few from its own world and the only one in the Highlands Outside of Time, stood at the edge of the temple clearing. Immediately a lithe form emerged from the machine, jumping lightly from its significant height to the ground below. Cooley examining the group before him, he turned to the Highlander, saying, "I would have flown, but the landing gear was a bit finicky. AK's working on it now." And then, after a brief pause, "Has it begun?"
The Highlander let out a laugh at his friend's only-business attitude, holding up a hand as he walked down the stairs in front of the temple, "Hail and well met, Revan Hadron ! No, it has not begun as yet, but soon. But first, do you not wish to meet your allies in the coming battle?" The Highlander takes the Übermensch by the shoulder, introducing him one by one to the other warriors gathered outside the temple.
"This is Azrael, a Tiefling warlock from a land of magic. He is an incredibly adept magician, of part demon-heritage, and has graciously
agreed to join us while he quests to find a soul." The warlock in question growls a polite greeting, extending his hand to Revan. He
gives a brief look of surprise to find the warrior's grasp is about as strong as his own.
"This outlandish warrior here is none other than Thör-Axe the Impaler, wielder of the Axe of the Metal Gods, musician and fighter extraordinaire. He seeks to fight his way into the Pantheon of Metal Gods, as well as earn their pardon for stealing their most beloved instrument." The guitarist shakes his head as Revan's gaze falls on the marvelous trumpet held in his hand, instead bringing forward his weapon of choice in his other hand, which Revan appraises with an appreciative eye.
"And this is Sebastienne Pestiieno, a famed mechanic from a realm both skilled in Magic and Technology, and a true Wanderer born. I believe
later she may wish a word or two from you about your... ahem, manner of arrival." As they shake hands, It is not hard to discern the subject of Sebastienne's gaze, which closely examines the Wanzer that Revan had traveled in.
"And, of course, you all have the honor of standing before Revan Hadron, a genetically-enhanced superman, summoned from his war-torn home while protecting his Royal charge,whom he now searches for."
"I believe," spoke up Azrael, "now that introductions are through, that the matter under discussion was that of our Enemy."
"Ah yes..." the Highlander said, stepping so that he faced the entire group, "Gentlemen... Madame. As you all know, there is a great threat to the Universe. A great Evil has arisen, one that threatens the very Balance of the Universe, in a quest to conquer all that Is. You four are the beginnings of the spearhead for the movement against this Evil Overlord, the Federation of Free Worlds. Others I have summoned, and they should be here in a relatively short time. Until then, we shall work out what we can. Specifically, we will need information on our enemy. I will have to ask you each to go on a scouting mission, and bring back what news you can. We must learn the extent of our enemy's ever increasing strength."
"If we are to be traveling from here, Highlander," Thör-Axe interrupted, "How are we supposed to get there? And, how are we supposed to get back?"
" The transportation will be provided by the being who introduced me to this, our only way to combat this menace. And so, warriors, I present to you...."
There is a deep blue glow beside him, and emerging is a large, shaggy hound in a military uniform and a pair of small spectacles.
"Admiral Bernard."


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:50 pm

"Right! Lets camp here for the night!" says one of the men. All around the clearing heavily armored men begin to bustle about, pitching tents, taking out packs. All except one very strange man in silver armor partially concealed by his brown cloak. He was a very curious man. He was always polite and pleasant when spoken to but gave of that vibe that he really didn’t want to be spoken to. Shadows settled in the woods. Camp was set, and a fire made, and all the men gathered about. All except that one strange man who continued to sit just outside the group.
“So anyone hear anything about that town we passed?”
“You mean all that strange stuff about people disappearing and the strange fires?”
“Yeah”
“Hey I heard stuff like that’s happening all over the world”
“Yeah seems like something’s happening. Maybe something us mercenaries can finally get some money on!”
The Shadows shift. The men continue to laugh and carry on. Finally, the man in the silver armor moves closer to the fire. He begins addressing the captain of this merry band of mercenaries.
“So do you know anything about these woods?”
“Hmm? The woods? Well a lot of stories. But all of them are just stories. Some say there buried treasure and evil demons and such.”
“And others say it’s protected by the Dark Tinkerbell! Hahahahaha!!” The men begin to laugh.
Shadows begin to stir. “Dark Tinkerbell? That’s sounds more like story than anything else.” Says the strange man.
“ Oh that’s my favorite story! They say this tiny little fairy made a deal with the devil and now he’s come terrorize the world with pixie dust and evil daffodils!” All the men begin laughing while the strange man looks solemn. Then the faintest of glimmers catches his eye.
The Shadows strike. Suddenly ,before everyone, where there was once a laughing, burly man there was now a headless beast with a wing
sticking out of him. It took the whole camp a while to realize what was happening before two more men dropped to the floor.
“Ambush!”
We’re under attack!” Men began to fall dead to the ground all around. They began searching the woods desperately for the archers that must be the cause for such wide spread death. They all lost there heads thinking these thoughts.
TIIIIIING!!!! The sound of steel against steel. Only the Captain was left to witness the strange silver armored warrior block the curious weapon of the evil before him.

“What the heck! The Dark Tinkerbell is real!!”
WHACK!! His head was separated as well.
“I’m sorry, what was that? Oh I’m sorry I though you said “please remove my head you magnificently beautiful creature you". My bad.”
And there he stood, in terrible glory, a fell vampire, blade and fangs dripping with gore, black and red cloak splattered in blood. A harsh and hissing laughed escaped his lips at the sight of the carnage he wrecked. "The Name is Dingo Batblade. You'd do well to remember it."
As the captains lifeless body falls to the ground, Dingo turns to look at the silver armored man. The man raises his sword in salute.
“You cannot kill me you vile beast. My armor will see to that. Now Defend Thyself!”
Dingo chuckles again, sinisterly. There is a flash of movement, too quick to follow. Suddenly, Dingo is there, gripping the man in a choke hold high above the ground.
“Where are you buying your armor? It’s just painted silver. Hahahaha!”
A flash of brown caches the mans attention. “Wait! Is that a tail??”
Dingo sighs, losing some of the maniacal homicide that had been gleaming in his eye, “Yes! It is a tail! Now quiet so I can enjoy separating
your head from your body.”
“No wait! I was sent by the Highlander to find a demon with a raccoon tail! He says he wishes to speak with you!”
“Hmmmmm…..demon eh? I like that. Right, I’ll have to leave soon then.
"Oh thank goodness!”
An image shimmers in the shine of the man's armor, and the face of the Highlander appears. He says, "The time has come. Return to the
Highlands, and be guided back by the Sun.” Then, gives a small nod as if in answer to the question forming in Dingo's mind.
Dingo pauses, noticeably perplexed. “Why? I killed those men cause they called me Tinkerbell but now I’m thirty.”
“What!? Wait but you're on our si- "
Crunch! Dingo greedily drains the silly messenger of his precious blood. Now, on to the Highlander!

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“Right so this portal will take me to the Highlands?”
“Yesssss just as promisssssed,” The small demon said.
“Kaay sooo remember. No one shall know of this or I’ll be back to devour you right?”
“Right”
“Ok.
"Time to meet some interesting baddies….and hopefully eat them.”
Chuckling to himself, Dingo enters the portal. With a WHOOSHing sound the portal closes behind him.
All is quiet for a few moments before the little demon pulls out a strange stone.
“My masssster……yessss he has just departed and I believe the others are there to. It has begun”


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:50 pm

"And that, in essence, is our tactical situation," concluded the Admiral, seated as he was outside the temple, facing the now grim-faced group of warriors. Before anyone could reply, an ominous voice sounded from the shadows.
"Well, sounds like we're in for a rough time of it. At least I'll stay full, that is, if we live through all of it."
From the woods, stepped a shadow within the shadows cast by the woods in front of the now setting sun. Instantly, all the warriors leapt to their feet, weapons instantly in hand. Bernard's paw now held a slim, elliptically barreled gun. The Highlander alone seemed unperturbed by the intrusion, slowly rising to his feet and stepping between the warriors and the intruder.
"I was hoping you would arrive," he said to the shadow, as the last rays of the sun faded in the face of the oncoming night.
"I told you that others would come, you will have to excuse his lateness. He is another such as you all, brought forth from a distant time and land to aid us in our quest," the Highlander said, addressing the warriors.
To the mysterious figure, he queried,"If you heard the Admiral's summary of our situation, I assume you heard the introductions as well?"
"I did, although I could not reveal myself until the sun had set."
The Highlander nodded, "I figured as much."
Then, turning back to the group, "I wish to introduce to you all, Dingo Batblade, Lord of Darkness." Only then did the shadow within-a-shadow emerge. In the first pale rays of the moon it stood, a terrible sight to behold. A Vampire, in chainmail tunic and black trousers belted tight with a thin strip of leather, clasped with an emblem of a bat; a red and black cloak flowed from his shoulders to his knees, and in one hand was a curved, wing-shaped blade, of a metal the same colors of his cloak. As he smiled in greeting, his elongated canine's glinted in the moonlight. "I take it none of these are on the menu?"
"You will find, friend Vampire, if that you be, that the price for such a meal may exceed your expectations," Azrael warned dangerously.
"Come now, we are all friends here. Shall we not all fight the same enemy? And suffer the same fate if our cause is lost? I for one welcome such a powerful ally to our team," With this statement, Bernard extended one paw in greeting, the weapon he had had but a moment before now nowhere to be seen. Slowly, the other members of the team relaxed, though none went so far as to sheath their various weapons. Dingo, after shaking hands with Bernard, jumped high, and alighted on the arch over the temple's doorway, so as to face Bernard and the Highlander as the other hero's now did. Bernard, quickly examining the group, nodded sharply in approval.
"This shall work marvelously. Now, the first thing we need is up-to-date information on the enemy. We should split into teams, as our Enemy's powers and control are both considerably vast. I will need one team to scout the enemy's movements on a planet they are currently attacking, one team to penetrate one of their already fortified areas on a different planet, and a final team to help in the defense of one of our spacestations, which has come under attack by a small number of the enemy's fleet."
Immediately Sebastienne jumped, sailing over the heads of the other heroes, to land nimbly at the Highlander's side. "Me and The Highlander here can take the scouting. We'll take the stronger base, just in case," she said with a wink.
"I will help scout their attacking force. I have had some experience in these matters, and may find a way to slow or stop them," pronounced Azrael, rising and stepping forward.
"I will join you, noble one," said Thör-Axe, rising and standing beside the Tiefling, "There is much from each other I think we both can learn."
"I guess that leaves you with me," says Dingo, descending to ground level to land next to Revan.
Revan nods, turning towards the rest, "I suppose I am the most likely candidate to help a space station. We'll help them." At this last, Sebastienne gives a start of indignation, but left it at that at a gesture from the Highlander.
"So be it," said Bernard, bringing out a small, curious device and raising it to his mouth.
"Scotty, beam us up!" And they all disappeared in a suffusion of blue.


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:51 pm

Sebastienne sat in sullen silence on the stone steps to the Highlander's temple, treating her wounds. She had not noticed them until after her adrenaline had stopped pumping from the mission and it's following events, and now her hip and calf were hurting from where she got hit
by the enemy's weapons. However, her injuries were not the reason for her sullen silence. The reason was the Dark Robed man. Sebastienne had never thought to encounter him again. In fact, she thought he was dead until he revealed himself during the scouting mission. She once again had the chance to kill him, but she didn't. Instead, she let him go back to the Evil Overlord. Hopefully whatever the Evil Overlord would do to him would be worse than death.
The small girl's thoughts were interrupted by a soft rustle of fabric and the crunch of boots on stone. She looked up to see the Highlander
standing to the left of her, looking out over the plains.
“Hi,” She said quietly, walking to stand beside him. The Highlander glanced over his shoulder, a small smile in his features.
“Greetings young wanderer,” he replied, “What is on your mind?”
She sat down again, but this time beside the still-standing Highlander, and casually kicked stones about with her feet.
“When do you think they’ll be back? How much longer do we have to wait?” She asked, the question flooding out of her mouth.
“Patience is required,” He said simply, turning back to look over the time-less landscape.
“I know, it’s just,” Sebastienne said, with a sigh, “I want to know how long it is until we can actually
do something.”
“It won’t be long, I can assure you that,” He said with a chuckle at the mechanic’s impatient attitude, “What have you learned about our enemy so far?”
Sebastienne picked up a notebook she had been writing in earlier that was now full of notes and sketches, and lists of things she had learned from the files they stole.
“They’ve got the closet sniper. Or,
had him I should say. Apparently he’s gone, but I’m not sure how long that will last, knowing the Closet sniper’s tendencies. On a side note, they’re amassing an army A very large one. All races, all species, most in their prime. Who or what they’ll be attacking is unknown to me right now. But maybe with some more reading, I’ll learn their target.”
“The Closet sniper you say? Now how could he have……..” The highlander started, but his voice faded away as he was consumed in his thoughts. Sebastienne took this as a cue to leave him to his thoughts, and set out into the forest.....


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:51 pm

As the Highlander stood outside the Temple, he let his mind wander back over his mission and the subsequent debriefing with Admiral Bernard...
"So, these are the files you obtained from their computers?" The Admiral had asked, looking through a folder of papers, in his office on the Command Ship."
"Yes. I'm sure there is nothing of great significance there, the computers were too easily reached. But anything is better than nothing."
"You're right there, friend. What did you accomplish, other than obtaining these documents, on your mission?"
"We visited the outpost you sent us to. It appears that the Enemy's forces had bled the area dry of natural resources, and were using it as a combination guard post and garbage dump. Their security was fairly easy to penetrate, but there was a second layer we did not detect, which alerted the local command of our presence. They quickly set up a trap, predicting where and how we would penetrate further into the base, and produced a welcoming committee after they trapped us in their Main Control Room."
"What did this consist of?"
"Local guards, mostly. They were only called in after the local C.O. had failed on subverting Sebastienne to their side. It would appear that
they had known each other, in times past."
At this, Bernard had looked up, searching the Highlander's face. "You do not think this was coincidental."
The Highlander had nodded. "The Enemy's power grows exponentially each day, it stands to reason he has some Prescient abilities at his disposal. I speculate the only reason he had not tried to arrange something similar for me is that my position as Balancer masked me from prescient detection. After the local C.O. had called in the garrison, whom we managed to defeat, a portal opened, and some higher-rank, my guess is a general, of the Evil Overlord's forces appeared, with a guard of a dozen Krön-gaulite warriors. It would appear that whoever the local officer was, he was rather important, as the General dispatched his warriors to hold us off as he went to try and gather up the other officer. After an impressive fight, Sebastienne managed to tear off the jaw of the general(he will recover, I fear), forcing him to retreat without the other officer. After he retreated, I disposed of the rest of the garrison, and set an explosive, while Sebastienne downloaded those files and decided not to kill the officer, whom I believe was...somewhat of an enemy of hers in her past."
The Admiral had sat back, looking thoughtful.
"So, our enemy gathers from the other dimensions as well, hmm? Well, it makes little difference. 120-1 odds is not much different than 115-1." At this, he had given his short bark of a laugh.
"So, what do you think of Sebastienne?"
"She is an admirable fighter, skilled with machines, and strongly driven. She also seems to have a natural tendency towards magic. She said both her father and brother had the gift of magic back home, and one of the Faeries of the Highland seems to have taken to staying with her. He even followed us on the mission, helping her to get those files while fighting off the enemy. I am reaffirmed in my suggest for her position in the campaign."
Bernard had looked grim again, at that. "We shall see. She seems a bit too..."
"Whimsical? She can be, but I tell you now, she accomplishes any goal she sets for herself."
"We shall see..."
“They’ve got the closet sniper. Or, had him I should say. Apparently he’s gone, but I’m not sure how long that will last, knowing the Closet
sniper’s tendencies. On a side note, they’re amassing an army A very large one. All races, all species, most in their prime. Who or what they’ll be attacking is unknown to me right now. But maybe with some more reading, I’ll learn their target.”
As Sebastienne reported this, from her analysis of the files she had recovered, the Highlander came fully-back to the present.
“The Closet sniper you say? Now how could he have……..” He lapsed into silence, looking up as Sebastienne abruptly arose, and headed
off into the forest.
With a slight smile, The Highlander turned to re-enter the temple, to meditate on the latest developments.


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Post by The Highlander on Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:53 pm

Azrael And Thör-Axe sat in the drop shuttle as it shuddered through a rough atmospheric entry. The journey from Bernard's flagship had been long and filled with close calls. This system was one of the Evil Overlord's strongest bastions, and the scouts and automated defense systems had been nearly impossible to avoid. Azrael fully intended to put in a very nice commendation for the pilot, whose skills had allowed them to evade all the obstacles so far. Azrael released his restraints and made his way carefully to the cockpit. The pilot was encased in a full-body neural interface that connected him to every part of the ship as though it were his own body. Azrael had watched him hook himself up as they prepared for launch and the pilot had graciously explained everything he was doing in terms Azrael could understand as a native of a plane with no advanced technology. Every neural impulse from the pilot translated to some function of the ship, and the status of the ship reported itself as various sensations to the pilot. Strikes to the ship's shields translated to sharp pains somewhere on his body, short and superficial. Hull damage was a deeper, lasting pain. The immense complexity of the system baffled Azrael, and pilot assured him that it was only used for high-end military ships. Civilian models used standard hand-operated controls.

Azrael looked through the viewport at the planet that rapidly grew larger before them. Stealth was discarded now for sheer speed, and the pilot was pushing the ship to its limits. Red beams of energy lanced up from ground emplacements up at them, and the pilot threw the ship into a crazy suicidal spiral, dodging randomly through the hail of energy. Azrael was thrown into the bulkhead as the ship's inertial compensators struggled to maintain a constant gravity in the ship. He clutched a handhold on the wall for dear life but could not tear his eyes away from the planet spinning nauseatingly below them. A near miss sent the ship into a very real uncontrolled spiral as the pilot struggled to regain control. Before he could, Azrael saw with perfect clarity as a turret pointed right at them from the ground that had become uncomfortably close. As if in slow motion, Azrael saw red energy building deep in the cannon's barrel, and a surge of prescience told Azrael that there was no dodging this one. Releasing the handhold, Azrael lunged for the pilot's emergency release, yelling out to Thör-Axe, "Shield yourself!" He slammed the button on the side of the pilot's interface pod and it popped apart instantly. Eldritch energy crackled around Azrael's feet, keeping them firmly rooted as he grabbed the pilot and threw the strongest shield up around them he could. And just in time.

The red blast from the cannon struck the ship head on, lancing directly into cockpit. The force of the blast threw Azrael and the tightly clutched pilot right through the side of the ship, the crackling blue shield around them more than a match for the reinforced plating around the ship. Azrael was still facing the ship and watched as the blast tore through the unshielded innards and exited the other end of the ship. For a split second there was nothing... no sound, and the ship flew straight down as if nothing had happened, stabilized by the concussive force of the blast.
Then the reactor exploded.
Pieces of the shattered hull flew outwards in all directions on the edge of the expanding fireball, reaching Azrael along with the shock wave. Azrael's world became a maelstrom of spinning chaos as he hurtled towards the ground at a ridiculous speed. Rage built deep inside his chest. It can't end like this! "It can't end like this!" he screamed. Thick streamers of energy lanced down from him to the ground, anchoring him and bringing his spinning under control. A storm of eldritch lightning erupted from his entire body, forming a semisolid platform to slow his fall. The pilot still clutched in his grip, Azrael finally had time to look down. Beneath the crackling energy of his descent, Azrael saw a field covered in cheap prefabricated barracks and tents. Milling around in uncounted thousands were the Evil Overlord's troops.

"Oh, shit..." Small arms fire from the more alert troops started up, but was lost in the cloud of energy beneath him. Azrael quickened his descent, his cape billowing around him as he aimed for a large group of the massed troops. Too late they realized their danger and tried to scatter, but the storm of eldritch energy beneath Azrael consumed them before they could escape. Azrael touched down amidst the residual lightning that danced randomly across the scorched ground, setting the unsteady pilot on his feet. The other troops closed in around them, not sure what to do about these strange invaders. Azrael slowly spun, looking for a way to escape. Over the heads of the approaching troops, he spotted a cliff in the distance with a huge fortress perched atop it.
Up-to-date information of their attacking force should be there if it's anywhere, Azrael reflected.
"Do you have a plan?" whispered the pilot over his shoulder.
"Something of the sort," Azrael replied, sizing up the number of troops between them and the cliff. The numbers he was coming up with had entirely too many digits. "You're not going to like it."
The pilot sighed. "Which way?"
"The cliff to your left."
The pilot turned. "Umm... isn't that a little too f..." A laser beam striking Azrael's shield interrupted the pilot. The first was followed by another, and another. As more and more troops opened fire, Azrael looked around desperately for a more efficient form of transport. Ahead of them he spotted a hovering troop carrier of some kind with the engine still running.
"No time for a better plan," growled Azrael, pulling the pilot with him towards the carrier. "I can hold off small arms fire forever, but when heavy support arrives, we might be in trouble." He gestured with his free hand and a wave of lighting coursed from his fingers, tossing aside dozens of freshly charred corpses. Several of the closer troops were struggling against the crush of the other troops, trying to get away. "We'll take this truck instead." He made a fist and made a gesture as if slamming his hand on a table, and powerful shock wave erupted from his position, blasting back the nearest ranks of troops and tossing their shattered bodies on their friends behind them. Looking ahead, Azrael saw the hovering vehicle was almost in reach. A dismissive gesture with his hand and the troops around the carrier all collapsed, writhing in unspeakable agony. Reaching the open door, Azrael turned to the pilot, raising his voice to be heard over the roaring engine, "Can you drive
this?"
"Of course. It's a standard tri-engine hove..." The pilot's speech was interrupted by Azrael tossing him bodily into the driver's seat.
Azrael slammed the door on the surprised pilot, shouting "Move!" Azrael vaulted up onto the roof of the troop section, a small burst of blue lightning aiding in his jump. From the top, Azrael stood surefooted with his arms outstretched as the carrier lifted higher off the ground and
started off. Sweat dripped down his red face as he strained to hold a shield around the entire carrier. "Hurry..." he gasped under his breath.

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A tower leaned precariously out from the fortress that was Azrael's destination. Inside, the Evil Overlord listened to the reports from the field. "... fell from the sky and killed ... many troops ... lost almost three thousand..."
The idiot is repeating himself now... he thought. The Evil Overlord pressed the transmit button and spoke over the babbling officer. "Shut up. The losses are acceptable. Get the troops back in order." He switched over to the next transmission without waiting for a reply. "Speak."
"My Lord, there's nothing in the crater... no shrapnel or ship pieces... Whatever made it has already moved on. And the crater is less than
two miles from the fortress, lord. Something may already be inside... shall I lock down the fortress?"
"If you wish. It won't help though... I have my own traps for each of them... You are dismissed."
"Thank you, Lord." The transmission ended with a click and the Evil Overlord stood from his chair, reaching his full towering height. He turned to the figure that had been waiting in the back of the room. "Suri, are you ready to meet Azrael?" The form nodded slightly under its shadowy hood, a brief sparkle of light glinting off a horn.
"My master Tar'xax accepts your bargain. One troublesome divine soul for the souls of a million innocents... You must be desperate," came the sibilant voice.
"Not desperate. A million souls is nothing to me. I have a galaxy full of them. Here, take this seal to the hangar when you've completed your task," said the Evil Overlord, tossing an ornate metal seal to the creature. An arm flicked out from the figure, and the seal landed neatly in the outstretched hand. A red skinned hand with sharp black claws.
"I have another trap to set, then I must be off myself. Damn this troublesome Highlander..." With that, the Evil Overlord swept out of the
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Azrael and the pilot crouched just inside a loading dock at the base of the fortress. Thankfully, word spread slowly and the gunfire had dropped off after a short distance, and most of the flight had been uneventful. They had ditched the carrier a distance away, and snuck the last little ways on foot. Personnel were running around, loading up freight vehicles with munitions and supplies. Azrael tugged on the pilot's shirt and nodded to the opening of a small service hall beside them. Keeping low, they made it inside without being spotted.
"Where are we going?" hissed the pilot. "We need to find a ship and get out of here!"
"We need to find Thör-Axe first. And we still have our mission to finish."
Azrael started walking down the hall, and the pilot hurried to catch up.
"You don't have any idea where to find the control room! And you can barely use our computers!" They reached a T-crossing and Azrael stopped just shy of it, turning to the pilot.
"That's why I take hostages." Without looking back, he reached out just as a technician hurried around the corner. Azrael's hand around his mouth muffled the man's scream as Azrael jerked the hapless man towards him.
"Quiet," Azrael whispered menacingly, and the man's muffles noises ceased immediately. "Now I'm going to let you go and you're not going
to yell or try anything stupid, are you?" The tech shook his head vigorously, and Azrael removed his restraining hand. Ignoring the dumbfounded stare of the pilot, Azrael turned his captive towards him.
"What's your name?" asked Azrael.
"T-Thomas, sir..."
"Thomas, do you know where a backup control room would be? Or a database with current troop reports in it?"
Thomas moved his mouth without sound for a few moments.Azrael shook him and he started babbling.
"I'm in charge of the primary informational database. The technical side of it at least... Terry's in charge of personnel and retrieval. I don't know where the control rooms are, they don't like people exploring and I just got transferred from infantry under the closet sniper... Please, don't hurt me..."
"Thomas, calm down. Do as I say and you'll be fine. Take us to the databases."
"Y-yeah. Sure, s-sure, just... follow me."
"Lead on. Take back routes. We don't want to get spotted."
The man nodded jerkily and half-stumbled down the hall, back the way he came. Several twists and turns later, and up a couple service lifts, the trio emerged into a dark corridor. "They never fix the lights down here... S-sorry," apologized Thomas.
"It doesn't matter. Where's the database?"
"In here..." the tech fished out a set of keys and unlocked a set of double doors.
"It's after hours, so there shouldn't be p-people inside..."
Azrael moved towards the door, and his eyes flashed blue. "Nothing alive inside. Let's go." He pushed the doors apart and strode confidently into the room. Row upon row of strange computers blinked quietly beneath darkened screens. Looking around, the tech started towards the main console in the center of the room, but Azrael's hand on his shoulder brought him to an abrupt halt. "You don't do anything without consulting me. If you contact your superiors, you'll be the first to die." He released him and turned to the pilot. "You're more knowledgeable than I am about this. Watch him carefully." The pilot nodded and followed the nervous tech to the console.
Thomas flipped a large switch on the console, and the screen flickered to life. The tech started tapping away rapidly at the keyboard. "What do you want to know?"
Azrael extended an encrypted memory stick to the man. "I want the most recent troop counts and locations, as well as the industrial capabilities of all the evil overlord's systems. Equipment summaries too. And a map of this fortress."
Even as Azrael spoke, Thomas was rapidly scanning through reports and downloading them onto the stick. Azrael had barely finished and he
was done, memory stick extended to Azrael. As Azrael took it back, the tech started shaking nervously again. "You gave you word you'd let me go..."
"And I intend to keep it. You're free to go, as soon as I'm sure you've not double crossed me."
His eyes start glowing brighter, and the tech shies away. "Are these reports accurate?"
"Yes, I swear!" Azrael stares at him for a few moments, and then his eyes fade to a normal glow.
"You speak the truth," he states calmly. "You may go."
The man cautiously moved towards the door, then breaks into a run. His footsteps fade into the distance and Azrael turns to the pilot.
"Time to go." He plugs the memory stick into his portable holoprojector and a glowing representation of the fortress appears. He zooms in until he finds the room where they are and the nearest docking bay.
"How do I plot a route?" he asks the pilot. The pilot grabs it and presses a few buttons, and a glowing red line highlights a route.
"Ok, let’s go," says Azrael, looking at the glowing image. "Left out in the hall. "
The pilot exits the door and turns towards Azrael, waiting for him to look up from the image. Azrael finishes memorizing the route and looks up.
"Ok, sorry about that. Let's go.” He starts forward, but then notices the expression on the pilot's face. It was one of mild surprise and consternation.
"What's wrong?" asked Azrael, alarmed. Without warning, the pilot's chest exploded in a shower of blood. Azrael's shields were up instantly and he was down in a crouch, energy already crackling around his hands. After a few seconds of tense waiting, a figure confidently rounds the corner. The cowled figure reaches up with delicate red skinned hands and flips the hood back off its face. Azrael's composure falters for a moment.
"Suri?" he gasps in surprise. "How are you here?! You died almost a millennia ago! I SAW you die!"
"The Overlord has a long reach, Azrael. Very long. And that's part of what I want to talk to you about," she drawled, gliding forward seductively. Her attempt was ruined when she collided head on with Azrael's still present shields.
"You don't think I'm that stupid, do you Suri? I'm over eleven hundred years old,"Azrael scoffed. "I've seen creatures whose beauty made your own meager charms pale in comparison. I've been the target of several succubae and countless other mortal seductresses. What makes you think your ploy could possibly affect me? And I still haven't forgotten what you did to that little fishing village. Terenholdt, was it? Nothing grows there until this day thanks to your little dark ritual."
Suri, standing again, waved her hand airily, concealing a look of nervousness in her eyes,"All in the past. I'm here to discuss your future..."
Azrael, not finished, interrupted her,"And your little coven you started with Tar'xax's blessing? You know damn well what sort of things they do. I remember the little Suri that used to play with me in the Tiefling caravan. You used to talk with me about how you wanted to follow in
my father's footsteps, how we needed to help protect what little good was left in the world and do our best to contain the evil. Then that damned raid wiped out the caravan and you disappeared. I thought you were dead for nearly thirty years until I found you in your little coven as I was wiping it out. Imagine my surprise to find innocent little Suri standing over the very villager I was coming to save with a knife in her hand. Dabbling in the dark arts, as if the infernal pact that took your soul wasn't enough... By the gods, Suri, I never understood..."
"The world doesn't want our help, Azrael," Suri growled. “It's eat or be eaten, survival of the fittest. Why use your powers and risk your life to help someone who hates you when you could use those same powers to live in comfort and do whatever you want? You can't change the world, not one man."
Azrael paused for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face. Taking heart from his silence, Suri continued, "The Overlord has made contact with Tar'xax." Azrael started at that. "Tar'xax agreed to return your soul in exchange for a million innocent souls, which the Overlord would provide were you to abandon this upstart rebellion of the Highlander's. A million souls is nothing to a galactic overlord, but your talents would be a unique addition to his empire. You see, the return of your soul would not strip you of your powers; they are part of you. The soul was just payment."
Azrael was shaking his head. "I know where that path leads. Tell the Overlord to do his homework better. About seven centuries after your death, I did give up on the world. I know exactly how it feels to do whatever you want, whenever you want..."


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The man sprawled on the ground coughed, and blood dribbled from his mouth. Azrael stood above him in the room, candlelight flickering over his cruel visage. Broken chairs and several dead bodies lay scattered around the room.
“Where are the others?” growled Azrael, his red eyes boring into the terrified gaze of the man.
“I d-don't know!” pleads the man, bloody spittle spattering Azrael's robes.
Azrael's eyes glinted evilly, and the man is consumed by purple flames; all his muscles seize up in agony and a terrible scream escapes him, going on and on longer than should be humanly possible. For nearly a minute Azrael watches impassively as the man writhes on the floor before him, a pool of urine spreading around the convulsing form. Finally, it is over, and the man goes totally limp, barely conscious. As Azrael is about to speak again, a quiet gasp from the doorway causes him to whip around. Standing in the door was one of the serving girls from the bar below, most likely still there long after closing to clean. The screams of the man must have drawn her here; Azrael's ward of silence prevented sound from leaving the building, but noises could still freely travel within the confines of the walls.
The serving girl looked at the limp man on the ground and all the corpses littering the room with terrified eyes, and she took a hesitant step backwards, trying to gather her wits to flee. Not wanting any witnesses, Azrael contemptuously flicked his hand in her direction, sending a withering bolt of eldritch energy hurtling towards her. The poor girl didn't even have time to scream as the blast blew a hole right though her, flinging the already dead body back into the hallway. Behind Azrael, the man retched. Azrael eyed the girl's corpse for a moment before turning again to the man.
“Now I'm going to ask you again. Where are the rest of your upstart warlock friends? Think carefully before you answer.”
“I swear I don't know!” the man pleads anew. Azrael raises his hands theatrically. “Wait, wait! All I know is that one of them, Telvin, goes to the market every two weeks to get supplies; that's where I met him,” he babbles rapidly. “Big guy, got this big purple scar all down his right arm.” The effort of speaking is too much, and he is consumed by a fit of bloody coughing.
“Is that all you know?”
“Yes!”
Azrael eyes the man for a moment doubtfully.
“Please, I've t-told you all I know... I've got a family; please... Just let me go; I won't say anything...”
Azrael laughs quietly. “You really didn't think I'd let you go, did you? I can't take the chance of you warning anyone.” His hands rise again. “But first, a little fun.”
“No, no!” The man is again consumed by the purple flames.
The man's screams echo throughout the empty tavern long into the wee hours of the morning. Then there is silence, save for the quiet footsteps of a lone Tiefling leaving the devastation he wrought behind him.

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Azrael shook his head again to try and rid himself of the memory. His shoulders slumped and he looked down for a moment before he snapped upright again, a new fire burning in his eyes.
"Suri, you're absolutely right." Suri started to smile. "I can't change the world on my own. The Highlander actually made me realize that. Why would one such as he, with the power of the gods themselves, need to recruit such comparatively weak individuals to his cause? It's like you say." Azrael's smile began to grow as Suri's faded in growing realization. "You need to work with others. My millennia-long crusade, however well intended, was ultimately fruitless. I could never address the root of the problem: the corrupt governments themselves. Though I was stronger than perhaps any one individual, I could never resist an army or wizards. So I attacked the symptoms of the disease, trying to compartmentalize the problem."
Suri tried to speak, but Azrael overpowered her.
"But the Highlander made me realize! Two people, working as a team, are more than twice as effective as a lone person. And when a group, with each individual filling in the gaps in the others' experience, can function as a true team, as a single individual, almost nothing can stop it. So I don't need your bribe or pathetic attempt at sabotage. I've found my path and will see it through to the bloody end." Azrael advanced a step towards Suri. "Now. If you're still here in five seconds, I'll just have to kill you again, regardless of the paradoxes involved. Do you want to die the same way as last time or should I try for some variety this time?"
Suri's eyes widened with fear as she backpedaled rapidly.
"Five," Azrael began the countdown. Suri drew a handheld trigger from her robe and fumbled with it.
"Four." Suri finally pressed the button on the trigger and a holographic keypad appeared above it.
"Three." She frantically tapped out a passcode, but her hands were shaking too badly and [Incorrect password] flashed above the hologram.
"Two."
"NO!" screamed Suri, rapidly tapping again.
"One."
The hologram flashed green, and a blue light formed around Suri. Just as she started to disappear, Azrael gestured, and purple flames envelop her just as she winks out of existence, spirited off to some presumably safe location. Azrael hears the beginnings of a very long scream before it fades away with Suri.
Satisfied, Azrael turns to the nameless pilot, kneeling down over the corpse. And it most definitely is a corpse; there was nothing for Azrael to do. He stands and steps back, extending his arms to the body. Flames billow from his hands, enveloping the deceased pilot. The smell of burning flesh fills the room as the body quickly disintegrates.
When nothing is left but a pile of ash, Azrael turns down the hall and strides away without a backwards glance. Behind him, the ash dissipates in a faint draft, leaving nothing but scorch marks on the tiled floor.

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Azrael crouches behind a supply crate in the hangar, looking at the shuttles in the bay. Personnel run around like a swarm of ants, loading and unloading the strange ships. Without his pilot and still missing Thör-Axe, he knows he has no chance of actually commandeering a shuttle any flying anywhere besides right into a cliff. A sound from one of the loading bay doors causes him to look over just in time to see the pair of heavy blast doors blow right off its hinges to crash into one of the parked shuttles. Through the smoking portal strides the blessedly familiar figure of Thör-Axe wielding the Axe of the Metal Gods. A single perfect power chord sent all nearby personnel flying away, bones shattered.
Azrael stood up, sending a bolt of lightning into the nearest terrified flunkie. The bolt fried every nerve in his body before forking out to three nearby crew beings. The lightning forked from person to person in an ever-expanding wave, clearing a path all the way to Thör-Axe. "Thör-Axe! Thank the fates! Where have you been?"
"Here and there”, growled Thör-Axe, obviously perturbed about something. "I downloaded the orbital scans of the troops here. Let's blow this craptacular planet."
"I understand that sentiment. Can you fly one of these things?"
"No problem. How about this one?" Thör-Axe points at a sleek black shuttle with oversized twin engines sweeping back from the fish-like body. "It looks fast."
"Sounds good." Azrael jogs to the ship's open boarding ramp and makes his was to the cockpit, following Thör-Axe in. Thör-Axe sits in the pilot's seat and examines the controls for a moment.
"Can you do it?" queries Azrael.
Thör-Axe punches a few buttons, and the engines roar to life.
"Got it." A muffled bang from the hangar advertises the arrival of support troops reacting to the disturbance.
"Hold on!" Azrael roots himself to his spot with eldritch energy just in time. The shuttle shoots forward, the boarding ramp neatly decapitating an unlucky technician as the ship powers out of the hangar. Thör-Axe punches another button and the ramp slides back in, sealing the door.


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Thör-Axe's flying skills apparently did not extend to the whole landing the ship business. As they hurtled towards the Highlander's temple, Thör-Axe turned uncertainly towards Azrael. "Err... you might want to brace yourself again. This whole stopping thing seems kinda difficult..."
"You might want to aim for something other than the temple, then..."
Thör-Axe turned back to the controls and made a minor adjustment. "There. Brace now..."
With a thunderous crash, the shuttle slammed into the hard earth near the temple. When the fiery cloud dissipated, Thör-Axe and Azrael stood unharmed in the middle of a huge shrapnel-filled crater. Less than a hundred yards away was the rest of their ragtag alliance staring in surprise at their unorthodox entrance.

"We're back," proclaimed Thör-Axe, rather unnecessarily.


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