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| Who will win? |
| Kazuma Torisuna |
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| Dysia |
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| Total Votes : 3 |
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 Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2017 7:54 am
Eyes gleaming following the apparent murder of Michael Noire and the subsequent destruction of a cage, Kazuma Torisuna strode boldly in-to the crowd, settling his gaze on Dysia. "You!" the stream-lined Alter user commanded, "You will battle me!" Matter was released with a splurge. The tempest out-side the arena howled with vehemence. Using his amorphous, concrete right arm, the Treasoner reached out, attempting to grab Dysia by the neck and lift her up.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2017 11:03 pm
Ice... it was her last memory. The cold thaw of being resurrected from a dream pod set out on an iceberg of a slowly shifting would-be comet around the orbit of Iapetus. The dead frozen asteroid chirped periodically in sync with her millennial long power nap, instituted by the board, commissioned to keep their dark little secret under wrap and key.
Well, so much for that. The board had been replaced hundreds of times, the latest incarnation an appointed bureau of wet behind the ears clone kids floating on board the Weigh station of her old ship, the Altair. She'd been in the midst of downloading data imported at transwarp speeds across the spacetime continuum when the concrete right arm reached for her neck. She looked around, still in disbelief, and shock, at the effrontery.
An eyebrow raised and her entire body transitioned. organic plasma nanites, like tiny amoeboid innerspace ships zipped at Ezekielian angles through the coordinates of her physical form at 99.98%C, her neural interface shifting to the quantum strata. It took the longest journey of the most dedicated symbiotic entity 6.66 nanoseconds to complete the journey.
Her body became liquid plasma, more than twice the temperature of the core of the sun. During the journey of the transformation, she made a deep scan of her assailant.
Her virtual assistant fed data into her mindstream viewport: Species 9309-B. Dimensional Aberration: metahuman. Threat Analysis: Negligible. Shall I order a new cup of coffee, Empress?
She replied with a mental acknowledgement in the negative.
As she stood there, the atmosphere begin a chain reaction, as the electrons in the atoms of the air began to fly off; their nuclei bonding at random angles yielding small fission reactions and bleeding off alpha particles. The floor phase shifted to a white hot plasma, imperfections in the composition crackling and exploding. The apparition of a sphere culminating and expanding around her form, as if she were pushing against the existence of matter. Several meters away brick and concrete slabs melted into magma puddles, kicking up into a frenzied turbulence as they were drawn into the rim of her corona by means of some unfamiliar convection. The radius continued to expand, consuming all around it. A whirling vortex risked igniting the atmosphere of the primitive rock, but she seemed entirely apathetic to the cause of its denizens.
In the 9th nanosecond, she prepared to make her second action...
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2017 11:44 am
Kazuma's golden right glove shone with a brilliant white radiance, contrasting with the black glove on his left hand. Relinquishing his grip on Dysia's neck, Kazuma made a fist with his right hand, attempting to punch her in the face with a gauntlet. Using his left hand, Kazuma made another fist. Until Dysia decided to do some-thing about it, Kazuma would just go on punching. The thick, tail-like appendage coming out of his right shoulder lurched for-ward over his right deltoid, stabbing at the left side of Dysia's neck like that of a scorpion's tail.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2017 12:35 pm
She couldn't quite understand how such an insignificant insect depended so heavily on physical conflict. As Kazuma's hand passed through her intangible form, he appeared completely oblivious to his surroundings. In the second strike, she uploaded a Vintage Lord of the Rings RPG in her virtual net and turned on the mute for her audio receptors while she pranced around Gandalf in Rivendell. Realizing the virtual RPG didn't have sensory input for synthetic taste, she opened up a third window and drag dropped a suite of sensory delights, pasties, roasted veggies and British pies into the RPG and then unpaused the game and proceeded to the elven banquette hall.
It had been over a thousand years since she'd had a good treacle tart, and virtual or not, she wasn't going to miss out on this delicious opportunity. She was operating on a 1:1 billion temporal frame in the virtual space, periodically glancing up at the frozen still of Kazuma, his fist moving millimeters closer as the weeks and months went by. As she closed in on a final conflict with Sauron and moved into the Silmarillion expansion pack, she paused again to check on Kazuma, his fist drawing back for another punch with a gauntlet. About 15 years had passed in her time frame, and she'd concluded to at least humor the kid, but she really wanted a sample of his blood. If she could clone Kazumas, she could use them for a new hyperdimensional implosion engine, and move on beyond the Altair. Her virtual lips in the virtual space of the quantum strata drew an insidious smile... the same one she had over a thousand years ago when she leveled those skyscrapers with all those people... every scream was another 10,000€ she would go on to using to fund the dawn of a new empire. A golden age... and it would have been a golden age if she hadn't been foolish enough to give the executive board a kill switch to put her on ice. So she had been moody that day. Depressed. But who wouldn't be depressed? The global economy was about to crash being unable to sustain her € 26 trillion defense budget and she had no choice but to unlock section 12. The kids on Europa could figure it all out, they would be fine. But it would spell the end for mother earth. So what if she had disintegrated Vietnam. She never really liked Pho anyway. And the mosquitos! Mother Mary and Joseph! It was worth the defense contract demo of nightside genocide just to get rid of the mosquitos...
She took a swig of the '19 Ruinart champaign, swirling the glass briefly and inhaling slowly, the fizz slightly tickling her virtual nose, before glancing back at the window displaying Kazuma, forming a scorpion's tail. She realized then that the mosquitos hadn't died, just the peoples of pho. Tragedy indeed. That must have been it. It certainly couldn't have been that the ratio of crimson on black of her Grand Marshall uniform, carefully cut and tailored and modeled on the very best of Russian and German great coats of the early 20th century had a slight disproportion. Her pride in her uniform's perfection couldn't have been the trigger, could it? No...
She was certain, as she deactivated the plasma setting of her biological form, and shunted the gravitational pull from the planet into fixing her now tangible form with 6 Gs, she was sure that it had been her desire to save lives, or at least, innocent lives lost to more rash Eurosatory demos, after all, she needed to protect her good name.
As Kazuma's tail came in for a landing, she reloaded her mind into the current incarnation of her now physical solid body, a product of her first Altair fiasco from section 12. Well, technically, this model was from section 10. So primitive, yet so perfect. As his tail clanged against her rigid throat, she was reminded of that beautiful first day, the day the dimensional portal tore a hole in the spacetime continuum and she recorded the first scratix coordinates. Dimension 001-A. Her motionless eyes coming back into dim color, glanced suddenly, animated and sharp at Kazuma, and she laughed.
But her head was elsewhere, lost in that fond memory, and those first androids coming back sizzling, crushed and splayed by the conflicting geometries of uninhabitable dimensions. She remembered one where the androids actually came back looking like abstract sculptures, and was inspired like
"Picasso..." and opened a portal to Dimension 066-F, and attempted to shove Kazuma back through the portal.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2017 5:09 pm
Kazuma fell back through the portal. He used his prehensile tail in an attempt to catch Dysia by the right wrist to pull him-self back through. If his attempt to pull him-self back through the portal worked, he would attempt a body check using his right shoulder.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2017 5:28 pm
Dysia's awareness of the current situation brought her back to Dysian Capital City, the city of light. She was extremely proud of that feat of urban engineering. A triple layer city bright as the north star. Every tower stretched upward with DysiaTech Light Cement, an ultra light, super strong concrete that also absorbed UV and visible spectrum sunlight and radiated a bright, but gentle glow throughout the night, which also reduced the amount of power used by the city for illumination. A Beacon in the desert, beneath the city was a giant dome, a central radiant solar dome that captured and redirected sunlight to the lower chambers, over a mile below. Beneath the city was something of a hanging chandelier made of skyscrapers, her original corporate headquarters overlooking the third subterranean city below.
It was from one of these corporate offices, looking out at the city that she planned on manufacturing the only known weapon design capable of penetrating her Dysian Steel Alloy: Phase blades. Several models had been attempted including a number of monoblades and vibroblades, and even a vibrating monoblade, but all these attempts ended in failure, the last a particularly epic disaster when the vibrating crystal exploded sending mono molecular sharp fragments at high velocities eviscerating the chief of engineering. After that day she mandated the neurological brain back up and cloning program for all the engineering staff. It would later go on to become the model for healthcare in the Dysian Empire. Ultimately, they resorted to a cyclical shift in dimensional frequency, later set to random as rival corporations began marketing against the inherent weaknesses of standard cycles.
When the tail attempted to catch Dysia by the right wrist, Kazuma discovered all too late that her entire arm had become phased out of sync with the dimensional space he was standing on, but also out of phase with the dimension he was being pulled into. Truly, it would be poetic justice if he perished this way, but Dysia's prior scans indicated his partially inverted, partially liquefied "corpse" would probably hobble on back through and begin self resuscitating. That, at least, was what she expected for even a GS-2 Salaried engineer with the Dysia Tech health plan. She expected no less from Kazuma.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 4:50 am
Kazuma entered dimension 066-F. What was dimension 066-F like? Hopefully dimension 066-F was like some-thing beyond his wildest dreams.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 1:09 pm
<https://view.yahoo.com/show/dimension-w/episode/60674163/sub-loser?st=1188.000
direct link
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The old empress remembered the scenes unevenly, but with a sense not of dread, but that strange feeling of facing off against a moment of despair, accepting the challenge and the completion, like the closing of a great forbidden tome that should have never been read. The project had been going so well. The trains were already under construction. High speed compartments with life support, pressure, and a magnetic ground effect system hovering just a few centimeters from the surface. Soon passengers would be able to travel in luxury for a mere 15 minutes through a parallel dimension, and emerge thousands of miles elsewhere on Dimension 001-H, due to the ratio of the varied spacetime continuums. It had been a perfect plan, and scouting bots would come back...the ones that did come back with reports on scans about dimensional cartography, temperature, proximity to radioactive elements and bodies, minerals - anything and everything that she could turn into profit. She recognized that some dimensions led to vacuums, dead worlds, and so on, but for the most part, the inconsistencies and dangers were domestic... provincial... something an antiquated bucket and bolts space program budgeted for.
What she hadn't expected was a place where the laws of physics themselves could be called into question. Where the XYZT coordinates could look more like XΛ-ZTΓ, where logic and proportion fall softly dead.The things that returned from the experiment weren't merely crushed by gravity, or shredded by some vicious cyclone. There was something fundamentally wrong with what came back, a piece of inconsistency, an invasion of how we reason things should be. Circuits bafflingly operating action at a distance, motion tracking of sensor extremities moving through what she later called ripple-space, the first of Dysia Tech's new classification system for N-dimensional geometry, along with curve-space, twist-space, and inversion-space, Abelian topologies and shift matrix geometries. But on that bright Monday Afternoon in the desert, it was just a horror show. Nothing less, and unspeakably more.
She could see the optimism of Kazuma entering the Dimension and began reducing the dilated portal exit before anything else came through. She'd give it 3.2 seconds, a sporting chance..and enough time for her to access the last 200 seasons of Doctor Who inside her virtual space, consuming virtual Pirouette chocolate filled cookie sticks, this time, a high speed screen displaying a view of the portal, her temporal inconsistency just barely over 4.5 million to one... hardly time to watch the christmas specials...
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 6:49 am
The portal to Dimension 066-F closed.
Kazuma dwelled on the other side; since there was no punishment for moving out of the 'ring,' so to speak, Kazuma merely waited for Dysia to join him in Dimension 066-F.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 11:42 am
One of the first things that made the empire a real possibility was the technology brought back from the Altair. Jennifer Dysia remembered the events that led to the rise of the greatest empire in 4 galaxies. It began simply enough, as her army of scientists, locked in the catacombs of subterranean layers of basements beneath the desert, she worked her own Manhattan projects by sheer will... and threat of execution. She preferred to think her minions loved her, worshiped and adored her even, but mostly, they feared her. She could accept that.
As she bit into the tangy virtual salad, and crunched down on the candy coated pecans, it sparked further memories of the project, the beginning of section 12's engineering project. Temporal Distortion fields and the isolation of the chronoton particle. Her quantum mechanics team, beyond brilliant, had reverse engineered a quantum chemical factory, and was soon using holographic 3D imaging and graphic design software coupled with resonance manipulators operating at femptosecond intervals to fine tune the construction of a still smaller device later used to create subatomic mass production quark factories. Manipulating inconceivably tiny particles into forming exotic matter inevitably led to the first gate device, then the first android test, then the first portable bracelet capable of allowing travel through the fourth dimension.
The debates about paradox and alternate timelines were heavy then, so rigid precautions based on the observer paradox were instituted and kept under lock and key. No one really knew what was going on except section 12, and the CEO herself.
...That was a long, long time ago. As she finished her salad, she tapped her primary timeline and opened up a temporally entangled view port of Kazuma's own timeline, bypassing the dimensional space through a polarity phase window. She paused while chewing, thinking to rewrite the texture profile of the Parmesan, then set the temporal filter to a quantum analog feed and wrote a subroutine with motion tracking. She then shunted her exposure to the time stream and it began accelerating. Minutes became hours. Hours became days. Eventually seconds became years and Kazuma continued on. Eventually his atoms would reach their half life and he would disintegrate, though how he survived the world? Perhaps sheer hubris. In any event, she would wait until Kazuma's new universe ended... and with the malignant interface she had with the time stream, he, and his new universe could be gone in sixty seconds.
"Well, that was boring. My opponent gave up. Clearly, he surrendered. Wait, let's hear his counter claim...
I don't hear anything. He must have thrown the match.
Next."
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 3:06 pm
Kazuma tapped his foot on the desert floor of Dimension 066-F. Even following the change of arenas, his adversary still had not shown; she had either forfeited or assumed that Kazuma had forfeited, which he had not done. He was growing slightly impatient. A golden aurora shone around his right glove. His third eye had opened; the fabric of the space-time continuum was his to scrutinize. The long tentacle on his back pointed up-ward, shining like a beacon antenna which deciphered both the coordinates of the Gaian realm and how to get back to it. Slipping through an angle in space-time, Kazuma appeared to the left of Jennifer Dysia, throwing a right hand at her left temple.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 5:50 pm
<>
"Welcome back, Cutter"
Her voice was mechanical, the vibration of her vocal chords seemed enhanced, as if she'd forgotten this materialization included cybernetic augmentation. She saw the right hand coming into view through a parallel processed combat suite installed in her cyber-symbiotic visual cortex and wired to the back of her replicated brain. This model only had the most basic trigonometric analysis of probabilities and ballistics, and didn't have the options for gravometric deep scanning, yet, being that it was the closest thing to her original skin, it was also her most comfortable, grounded incarnation.
As Kazuma's powerful fist came charging in, she relaxed tense muscles and released the gravity lock holding her in place, and went with the flow of his terrible blow, using the rotation of her entire body around her center of gravity to twist her left knee like a windmill and attempted to follow through by slamming it into his lower right rib cage, using the opening he had so deftly supplied. As her upper torso arced toward the ground, she caught herself on her right hand, drew back her rapidly rotating left, and followed up with a direct cybernetically enhanced fist to the groin. Even as her left fist was traveling half way between her left knee and right knees homing in on Kazuma's scrotum, her still compressing right arm supporting her weight twisted slightly and bolted into the ground creating a gyroscopic motion shuffling under her lowest lower extremity, her right leg now rotating with her whole body came twisting upward into a spiraling backside heel kick to Kazuma's jaw, like an exaggerated hand stand uppercut with a spike heeled jack boot.
Dysia loved her jackboots, almost as much as her favorite metal band T-shirt..
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 6:44 pm
In his final transformation, Kazuma resembled a cross between a lithe water frog with a white under-belly and an androgynous lion with a red mane. Miss Dysia's left knee slammed in-to Kazuma's left side, thudding against, and bruising, the tight musculature covering his ribs. Her left fist caught Kazuma in the groin area of his body suit, making him double over in pain. Dysia's spiked right heel did some-thing a-bout Kazuma's jutting jaw, shaving off a sliver of bone and flesh from his chin. Blood spurted out of the fresh wound, making the floor of the futuristic arena slippery. Thrown in-to a blind rage as his fight or flight response kicked in, Kazuma smiled through the gore and the pain, throwing his gloved left fist at Dysia.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 7:52 pm
Still descending into a high crescent, Dysia saw the shadow of a flying left fist coming down toward her, and continued her pivot sinking suddenly on her balanced arm, bending completely down till her elbow smashed into the ground. As she did so, she dropped her heel kicking leg to the right and did a half chinese split while briefly extending out her left leg and closing in with the return jab of her remaining limb... and then suddenly, like the snapping spasm of a mantis shrimp strike, she attempts to clamp down with her legs around Kazuma's incoming fist arm, and attempts to rock her whole whole body twisting him down into an arm bar, trying deliberately to roll and dislocate his shoulder and elbow.
The memories of her early childhood fights with the resistance fighters in the West bank brought back a sense of exhilaration... the proving grounds where she learned everything useful in life, including how to manipulate public opinion via the shock and horror of carefully placed explosives. Here, she was reminded of something more visceral, like the children playing in the slums of Palestine, only to be blown apart by an apologetic drone. She remembered her first Kalashnikov, and her return to the green isle, a bar fight with a date rapist, and the treasured cosmoline coated Armalite her Da kept for her buried in the flats of the borderlands.
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2017 6:02 am
Dysia's legs wrapped a-round Kazuma's left arm. Dysia, the cybernetically-enhanced organism, ended up hyper-extending Kazuma's left elbow and pulling his armored left shoulder out of the socket. Showing no regard for his own well-being, and no respect to-ward the cybernetically-enhanced female, Kazuma merely started dropping fist-bombs on Dysia's back using his big, golden right glove in an attempt to get her to let go of his left arm.
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