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 Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:40 pm
Storm caught the glock by reflex, more then want. She examined it idly.
"...You didn't?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 3:54 pm
Kibo: Yep. It took a hell of a lot of Phasmamancy, and a bit of outside magic, but I got him back.
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 4:55 pm
US Nuclear Rocket Launch base #847
Nevada
United States
"The same side I always have stood. On the side that protects those who don't know why they suffer. Namely children. Not that you'd care." He looked at the missiles. "Or maybe that's why you're using missiles on them. So you don't have to watch as the innocents in Spain have their flesh torn apart as the heat scorches them and their land. Or see the other nations retaliation upon America, who will kill every other country they can." He flicked a hand through his hair, wafting it back carelessly. "I'm not against you, but I can't let the nukes kill innocents."
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 7:01 pm
"Spoken like a true fallen hero."
Michael pressed a few buttons on the control panel before him, as several monitors buzzed to life. The screens projected no image... yet.
"And how far are you willing to go for these innocents? Better yet, let's go back a bit, who are you to even decide who is 'innocent'? Are you really fit to play the role of God?"
Several images now appeared on the screens. All were from hidden cameras on various streets from foreign countries.
"Let's look at your qualifications, shall we? You've lived for hundreds of years. In that time, you have not only seen war, but fought in it. Time and time again, i might add. You fell in love, you passed your love onto a child, creating a being of your own... Is that what qualifies you to judge others?"
For the first time, Michael turned around; a smug grin crossed his face.
"If so, I must say that I meet all of those requirements as well."
With his left hand, he pressed down on a red button. Sirens rang through out the base as one of the missile gates opened, and the launch sequence began.
"Granted, this is not the finale, but it is certainly going to be sight to see. This missile is a weak little reject, yet it still packs a powerful punch. It will also be the knife that severs Botch's final strand of freedom."
The ground began to shake as the missile began to take off.
"And to answer your question..."
Michael's eyes met with Ranu's, reflecting the villain’s coldness and bitterness of heart. He motioned to the monitors...
"... I will not only be watching the destruction of every county I target, but I will be recording the suffering for my future viewing pleasure."
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 7:09 pm
Storm ran her hand loveingly over it, then tossed it back to Kibo.
"What do you mean, outside magic?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 7:22 pm
US Nuclear Rocket Launch base #847
Nevada
United States
Ranu flicked a glance at the missile. Rejected nuclear rockets were usually far worse. They lacked the 'clean' strike. As he watched its rise, he felt Dream slide into view beside him, the female looking at Michael. She vanished, following the missile.
"Yes," Ranu said slowly, "I've loved a long time. I've killed more than I'll ever know, but you know true evil?" The coldness sweeping from Ranu's anger was starting to freeze the electronics, his cold fury making the room spark as wires froze. "True evil." He advanced, "Is to stand." He stood face to face with Michael, "With your eye seeing theirs." He did nothing, seemingly. "And pull the trigger... BANG" He roared suddenly, electronic's exploding as his fury flooded the room. The missile was already gone, so the damage did nothing to any of them. He turned to the shattered glass, climbing onto it. "And you forgot something. I'm nobodies hero." He vanished. A spiders web stood where he'd been a moment then vanished.
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 7:29 pm
auron yawns from boredom and stretches "can we please focus? I just want to get this over with so I can get back to my almost average life"
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 8:04 pm
Michael did not move, as the shattered glass rained around him. He looked at the dead bodies of the fallen agents, killed in the storm of glass.
"Maybe there's some hope for him after all."
Michael laughed as he left the room. Within a few moments he was back on his way to Washington, flying in his private jet. Agent Richards sat across from the fiend as a computer screen monitored the missiles progess.
Agent Richards: "What do we do when the missile strikes?"
"Simple, we make our puppet dance. The President will speak before the press, and we will debut the little film our friends in the tech division have developed."
Agent Richards: "Ah yes, a collection of videos featuring your enemy, spliced and re organized into a video threat. How do you think of these things?"
"I've had a lot of time to think things over, and I've come to a conclusion. That conclusion has given birth to my way of life, and no one will stand in my way as I 'live'."
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 11:29 am
Riding the winds of power
Over the missile.
Ranu swore softly as he dropped from the winds, plummeting at the missile. He knew why he was here. Because Michael'd called him a hero. if he hadn't, Ranu would have let the missile hit. What did he care? He HATED being called hero. People always did it. He was no -bleep- hero! Looking at the missile, he sighed, using magic to hold him to it. "Should have worn my other trousers," he muttered as his trousers ripped from the wind. He walked towards the tip. He tilted his head, uncertain what to do. He tried to think back to what he'd been told about missiles. He snapped his fingers then raced to the end. Kneeling by a small, covered hole, he wondered how the hell he was going to steal its fuel.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 3:01 pm
Michael sat behind his desk in Washington. He kept a close eye on the monitor before him. The missile was about to exit Canadian air space... it was swiftly approaching its target, Alaska.
He folded his hands before him as Agent Valon approached.
Valon: "Playing another video game, Uncle?"
"Those days of foolish villainy are over, we are through with playing on luck alone. This time, not even Botch will defeat me."
The red dot on the screen before Michael was now speeding towards Alaskan shores.
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 5:41 pm
Riding a Nuclear Rocket
Exiting Canadian Airspace en route to American Airspace Alaska
The air had grown chilly. Ranu looked up, blinking as his eyelashes begun to freeze. He shivered. His clothing was thin. He'd worn his old clothes for the union only they were designed for the heat of the Caribbean. He shuddered in cold, watching his breath mist before him as he felt his magic slipping. He drew in a breath and used the last of his slowly draining power to let out a large electronic pulse. It light up the position on every half decent RADAR and SONAR in a hundred mile radius. It also wiped the video, replacing it with an image of Ranu giving whoever saw it 'the finger'. Atleast the US would get a warning. Shivering, the magic that held him to the missile faded. He brushed the fuel tanks entry point then sighed, mission failed. He fell sideways, plummeting towards the ground, out cold.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 6:12 pm
2 hours after Missile launch...
People all across the nation seemed to stop what they were doing, and became glued to the television set. Even the new anchors did not seem to have answers, as the screens displayed men and woman in suits running around Washington in panic.
Some stations showed satellite images of the ruined sector, where Alaska once existed. Some politicians worried about the loss of precious oil reserves, Americans mourned the loss of family and countrymen, and Michael stood before the press.
"This nation faces a powerful enemy, with little regard for our very well being. Today, Kibo Botch has kept true to his promise..."
Monitors behind Michael began to play the doctored video, of Kibo delivering a threat to the nation. The video was muted as the villain continued.
"... this murderer has taken from us our brothers, our sisters, our cousins, our grandparents, and our very sense of security. Ladies and gentlemen, it is time to take action. I give you, the President of the United States."
Michael stepped aside as the President took the podium. He looked over the crowd in silence, and then turned to Michael. He nodded to the President, who began his response.
"Ladies and gentlemen,
Today, our nation has suffered a great loss. Sadly, this destruction and the deaths it brought about have not satisfied this villain's hunger. Our intelligence department has traced Kibo Botch's location to the Caribbean, and the source of the missile to Spain. My fellow Americans, we will not rest while our enemies seek to harm us. We shall not falter, while there are those who want us dead. And we shall never surrender, when our freedom is at stake. Ladies and Gentlemen, we are at war."
Carmine shook his head as he watched the televised speech.
"This isn't right..."
He turned as his computer began to beep wildly.
"What the?"
The screen reflected a map of the northern hemisphere; a red dot began to flash above Canada.
"It's a location dot... maybe i can trace the signal..."
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 6:54 pm
100 miles from Ground Zero,
Alaska, United States of America.
There had been a thud an an explosion. That had been Ranu landing. He'd stood in time to see the second. He stared with a bored expression as the missile hit. His eyes turned chilly as it hit. The world went silent a moment then there was a shockwave that made his jacket flare out behind him. He limped forwards, his foot broken from the sheer drop. Even Ranu couldn't walk off a 20,000 feet drop. He walked towards the damage. Towards what he knew would hone his killing edge. Towards what would sign Michael's death warrant.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 8:03 pm
auron falls down to one knee during the press conference, his breathing labored "damn him, damn him to hell!" auron yells, as his skin tightens and he reverts back to the age he was when he first met botch "that b*****d is going to pay" he says, opening a portal and reaching in, then pulling out a massive blade, approximately 12 feet long and a foot from blade to dull edge "made this a hundred years ago, for any occasion which requires extreme force" he says, slowly lifting it and pointing it straight back over his shoulder, careful not to damage the ceiling "forget making him look bad, I want to kill him now!"
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 5:10 pm
[Look. There's something I MUST get off my chest.
Spain don't have nuclear rocket capabilities.]
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