"I didn't enjoy it per se, but I knew I was experiencing cellular regeneration -- and it was amazing."

Oscillator looks around.  His glasses seem uncomfortable.  He takes them off.  "I'll be hornswaggled -- I can see clearly!"

He looks at Vosper without his glasses (and smiles warmly), then down at himself, looking closely at his hand.  "My scar!  I had a burn scar here from when I was a child -- wait a second!"

Osc opens his shirt, feels around inside.  "The scar along my side from when the lab blew up -- it's gone too!"

He spun around, hiding things from view, and fumbled with his belt.  A quick check "Whew!" and he was gratified to ensure that his circumcision HAD NOT been undone.  "My goodness!  You've made me more healthy than I've ever been!"

"Do you still have your powers Ossy?" The Inhuman asked after Oscillator reported significant changes to his physiology after undergoing cellular regeneration.

Again the Sun Chamber splits open as Poco approaches then closes once he is inside. The brilliant golden light emanates from it while it does its work. Poco is inside for a substantially longer time than Oscillator, enduring the discomfort for a longer period. When the light fades and the Sun Chamber opens to release Poco he too is completely healed although his fur is somewhat matted down with sweat in places from the experience.

Ramesses gestures for the next person to approach while his reply to Vosper's question resonates in everyone's mind; "Well, 'spy' is not a word we used back when I was first reborn but in these modern times I suppose it is as good a word as any. To answer your question, yes, I have the ability to look in on any place or person on the planet. It does take some work and concentration mind you, there are many people and places. However my observations over the millennia have enabled me to narrow down the places and people to observe. Being able to tap in to your communications networks likewise helps to refine things."

OOC: An important thing to note, each person's power score is completely restored along with the healing of hit points.
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"Good point.  Observe -- oh, and Inhuman, would you mind hitting me?"
Oscillator attempts to fly, then flips open his HAART and glides over to Inhuman.

Osc nods to Inhuman.  "Give me a good one."

Oscillator will tell the team how Backlash's tactics have convinced him to use his kinetic absorption powers more often --
assuming he survives Inhuman's blow.

"OK you asked for it." The Inhuman said as he slugged Ossy in the bread basket.






17:05, Today: The Inhuman rolled 9 using 1d20 with rolls of 9. hit ossy.
17:05, Today: The Inhuman rolled 19 using 5d10 with rolls of 2,2,10,4,1. damage.

Nightmare shrugs and stumbles into the healing coffin, "Maybe I can get a nap in here."

"Heh.  Not likely.  Stings a bit", Eddy says, exiting the machine to make way for Nightmare.

But Eddy seems to be back into good spirits, with the usual smirk on his lips, and spring in his step.

Once more another team member steps into the Sun Chamber with it closing once that person is in place. The golden light emanates again and Nightmare is healed of his wounds over a few minutes of noticeable discomfort. When it opens and he comes out he also is covered with a sheen of sweat from the experience. The Sun Chamber stands open, waiting for the next person to enter.

Inhuman sends a big fist right at Oscillator's stomach. Holding his HAART at the ready the blow never even seems to strike him, a ripple appearing in the air which is pulled into the weapon. All of the energy is absorbed and even though Inhuman feels his punch "connect" there is no knockback that one would expect from such a punch. During this process Ramesses watches from within his sarcophagus and there is a sensation of mild amusement in people's minds.
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"Nice gizmo there Ossy."

The Inhuman waited until the others who had suffered more grievous injures had been healed before he entered the chamber. While it was a big snug, his inhuman ability to stretch and distort his body allowed him to fit. "Well here goes nothing."

While everyone was taking their turn, Vos just sat back and rested, healing as she sat.  She kept a wary eye on Ramesses and his doohickeys, not really trusting him, but realizing this guy was way beyond their league.

"I'd call it spying, mate," she rejoined.  "So you basically keep an eye on everyone and... do what? Intervene if things go bad?  Bad by who's standards?"

As Onyx is next into the Sun Chamber both Vosper and Amaranth regenerate on their own, returning to their own full health. During this time Vosper questions Ramesses and he listens to her patiently. Keeping his eyes firmly on her he thinks for a moment then proceeds, his voice becoming a familiar thing in everyone's head; "I don't know that 'basically' really covers what I am doing. There are countless things I must watch....people, places, events both natural and unnatural. This takes a great deal of my time and concentration. The only reason I intervened against your teams is because I caught the information of what you were each searching for. Once I had that knowledge finding you was easy and the rest as they say is history." He stops and thinks some more, fiddling idly with some things in his sarcophagus before continuing; "My father was not of this earth and has power that dwarfs anything I have seen before or since. And yes, I call him my father because it was he who created me and taught me. He has some ability to look into the future and saw a great cataclysm as a possibility for this world. He could not pinpoint when or how therefore he left me to watch and to judge for myself. For millennia I watched and waited with nothing humanity has done coming close to being a cataclysm. That is until the last 20 or so years, when you all discovered how to split the atom. Suddenly humanity possessed the ability to potentially scour the planet of life with little effort. I came close to acting during what you call The Cuban Missile Crisis but both sides backed down at the last moment. Both sides threaten each other and the world with these weapons of cataclysm and I believe this is what I was left here for. Humanity needs to figure out for themselves how to get through these times but I suppose I am a fail-safe if worse comes to worse. I hope that never happens, I truly do. In the meantime you can gather *why* I had to respond when your respective teams were looking for the technology I possess."

While Ramesses explains things to Vosper and the team Onyx finishes in the Sun Chamber and Inhuman squeezes his way into it. It closes upon him and the golden light blazes forth. For a period of time all is as it was with the others but after a few minutes the light begins to shift in intensity and color. Inhuman feels his body being wrenched from within and pulled in all directions. The pain is almost unbearable. Ramesses stops talking to the team and manipulates things inside his sarcophagus, probably in an attempt to stabilize the device. After a short time the light returns to normal and eventually fades, the Sun Chamber splitting open to release Inhuman. It is clear to everyone that *something* happened to him while he was in there that did not to the others. He appears....less muscular somehow and maybe even a bit thinner. Ramesses speaks in everyone's mind although it is plain he is specifically addressing Inhuman; "My apologies, apparently with your unusual physical structure and state of being the Sun Chamber had some difficulty adjusting  to it. It appears to have tried to re-pattern your form and apparently had some success. How do you feel? What do you notice different about yourself? It is possible it may have changed you in ways that *aren't* immediately visible."
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When the machine began to manipulate his body he hoped it might somehow fix him. Ossy's words had given him hope that it might be able to restore him, to cure him  and remake him as the man he had been.

But soon it became horrifyingly clear that it was further twisting him into some thing something Inhuman.

"Damn it .." The Inhuman said as his body continued shifting. Parts of his body became human, but the parts that transformed were parts of many different people both sexes and of different ages and races.

".. back away." Something was different. The scientists had told him when he transformed he absorbs surrounding molecules to gain the mass of the Inhuman, but now he could feel his the surrounding disintegrating molecules becoming part of him. He could feel the molecules with in him shifting like sand in an hourglass. He knew if he got to close to one of the others he might well absorb one of them.

"I have to .." The Inhuman struggled to speak as his face became more human but his lips comically large.

Even as he spoke a few near by objects began to disintegrate and appeared to be absorbed into the still massive man thing. He moved away from everyone and from the equipment in the room.

His hands moved to his faced and seemed to absorb his features.

"ARRRRRHHHHGGGG... "
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" .. stabilize .. " now his voice was a deep echoing baritone.

" my .." his voice settling into it's natural tenor. The Inhuman form seemed to give way to the familiar form of a man. But again different men shifting horribly. So grotesqueness they seemed to mock humanity.

Looking around at the others and seeing their expressions , Muldoon struggled to regain control. Control over the monster ".. self."

Finally Muldoon was in his human form. Clearly exhausted. His eyes moving over the others searching for something from them.

"Damn them they made me into to this thing. I'll always be a freak."
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"You're doing a bloody bang-up job if it so far!" Vosper retorted, moving to help Muldoon.  "Hang on, mate, you're back in one piece, more or less," she said.  Glancing up at Ramesses, she said, "What did your dingus DO to him?"

Muldoon looked at Vosper. She was so perfect. So beautiful. He was a twisted monster. He was nothing but a weapon, a living weapon crafted by mad men on both sides of the Iron Curtain.

"I'm a freak."


"But that was true before today." Muldoon said in disgust.

He had managed to transform back to Muldoon, the form that the others were most comfortable with, and stable form with allowed him to stop disintegrating his surroundings.

"I'm under control." Muldoon said to assure himself as much as the others.
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Nightmare nods to Muldoon, "I wouldn't worry about it, if I were you. There are demons lurking within us all, your's are easier to see. That makes them easier to handle."

"Yah, because a skirt that gobbles down 12 pounds of meat a day is completely normal," Vos replied, staying by Muldoon's side until he was on his feet.

"We're all freaks, mate, why d'you think we're here?"

"Thanks it just after what Ossy said I was hoping that thing might make me normal again." Muldoon said pointing to the sarcophagus. "Instead it unleashed something. Something I have never experienced before."Now he hoped he could figure out what had happened to him and survive it.


"But your right, I need to quit my bitchin'. Hell at least I have my good looks." Muldoon said with a boyish grin.

"I don't see us as freaks, I dare say.  Suoerhuman, yes.  And there is nothing wrong woth deviation -- its natural for a curve to have variations. "

"Freaks?   Not me, sweetheart. I'm gifted by a god"

Turning to the other godling in the room, Eddy smiles and says,
"Hi.  I'm Eddy. Course, you already know that.   Hell, you probably know what I had for breakfast last Wednesday ... being that you keep your 'all seeing eyeball' on the most important people, right?!?

Anyway, I gotta ask, what are you going to do to stop them Ruskies coming sniffing around again later, with reinforcements?
You ain't always going to have the Little Jaguar God here to save your pretty feathered head".

Then, after a though, "Then again, I guess you're welcome to call on me in the future.
You'll undoubtedly be watching me poop and all, me being so important"

While Inhuman is going through the throes of his transformation, Ramesses does something and he is surrounded by an energy field, preventing his discharges from damaging any of the equipment in the room. Once Inhuman's form stabilizes and he regains control the energy field drops.

Turning to look at Poco, Ramesses listens to his questions and the team feels a sense of mirth in their heads at some of Poco's commentary. Once Poco is done he responds, gesturing with one hand towards one of the crystal monoliths as his voice resonates in everyone's heads again; "Eddy, you are an amusing fellow....a useful quality in this world I have noticed. Nevertheless I am inclined to answer your questions. I was not really in danger from the Soviets; I merely wanted to see which team, which *country* had the higher moral ground. If they *do* come looking again not only do they have to find where you now stand but they have to contend with this..." Still gesturing with one hand he manipulates some controls in his sarcophagus. The monolith displays the area where the team had fought the Soviets and everything looks quiet. A moment later a line of flame streaks down from the heavens, touching off a massive detonation of flame when it strikes the ground. After the flames and smoke dissipate the area struck is blackened and smoldering with a substantial crater burnt into the rock and sand. The monolith returns to cycling through images of different things.

"Well that night slow 'em down."

Muldoon, having gotten a hold of his emotions and regained control. Now he focused on their Host and his words and actions.

"So are you a robot or something?"
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People feel what a smile must feel like in their minds as Muldoon asks his question. A few moments later Ramesses replies to the query; "No I am not a robot at all. I am human, or at least I was before Ra transformed me. I suppose the best descriptor is a trans-human as actually that is likely what each of you are as well to some degree. The difference between myself and most of you is that I was created, my genes and physiology engineered millennia ago. I am still discovering new things about myself even now."

Muldoon did not know about the others, but he had been created. First he was trained and molded into being a soldier. Then he was sent overseas to wage war , like being tempered into a fine steel. But then it got interesting, first when he volunteered for a special job, that ended up with him a guinea pig for some mad scientist's super soldier project, and then at the hands of the enemy who wanted to transform him into some kind of monster weapon. There was not much of the kid who had joined up.

"So you mentioned a reward. What did you have in mind?"

Oscillator offers another tack on Ramesses's amazing revelation:  "Perhaps it is us who can offer you something -- we are part of a super-team of the United States, and clearly your abilities are incredible... but imagine if you were to come with us and have the industrial might of the United States helping you?  The USA would welcome you to join, just as we have, and we could help defend the planet together?"

He gives the ancient man time to consider and respond.