Magehammer mumbles to himself "This is a lot harder than I thought it would be."

That section inside where I can feel sentinels holding up the roof, yeah, I'm gonna smash that next.

But seeing the Chaos around me, I'm going to try drawing on that. Draw the Chaos from the two burning sentinels, draw it from their buddies that Rachel is fighting, draw it from the building itself. It's gotta be pretty much in Chaos by now.

Draw in all of that Chaos and drop a little 1 ton nuclear bomb on the factory.

Before I do that though, telepathy to Rachel."If I don't make it, I want you to come with me."

Yeah, I'm asking her to be my associate verser.

But draw in Chaos and nuke what's left of the factory. I want to leave a hole here about 30 feet deep.

(Doing Therapy)

You draw in the Chaos, and are surrounded by a blazing white ball of energy.  And then you start to disconnect bits and pieces of the matter inside the factory, but not the molecules, but a step below, neutrons fly free....and concrete, which ordinarily could not be a nuclear bomb....flares into self-sustaining fission until it blows all about it.

A devouring fireball at the heat of a million degrees devours the inside of the factory.  First to go is the floor and walls so that you can see a brilliant light.  And then the Sentinels are torn to small pieces.  And after that the five hundred ton metal forming presses for the Sentinel breast plates are mangled and melted and tossed hundreds of yards.

Radiation and light flash out.  You don't feel heat, but cool. Strange. And then the hurricane force winds arrive and pick you up and throw you high and far.  Just as the winds die, you feel a firm grip catch you.

"Hang on, Magehammer. I've got you."

And then the hurrican force winds come slamming back into the empty space they had been driven from.  You are a quarter-mile high in the air, held by Phoenix's TK grip.  Below and away from you,  you can see a roiling mushroom cloud rising rapidly.


+@`1 to Order/Chaos Magic
1@2 Create Tactical Nuke.

How am I feeling? I imagine using all of that Order and then switching to Chaos suddenly would either wear me out entirely or energize me into hyperactivity. So am I up or down?

When I see the beautiful face of my guardian angel and the smoking ruins of what we've accomplished, I laugh out loud. And I send that to her. Loud, roaring, boisterous laughter.

When I'm finished I ask her "How many do you think we got here baby?"

I could imagine she doesn't like being called Baby, but oh well.



Tell Rachel to land us far enough away so that we can watch this for a moment. I'm gonna grab her and kiss her.

Then ask if she knows where Blink Blunk off to. And if she knows any safe places for us to go recoup and relax for a minute.

Then telepathy to her the image I sent before, of Phoenix and Magehammer, side by side in battle with these things.

OOC) Note to referee. I'd like to congratulate you on your successful use of a supercharacter even superior to Magehammer. You seemed to think it couldn't be done. Well, you're doing it.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 116):

You are wasted, and feeling nausea.  Rachel flies you south about twenty miles to an empty mountain cabin.  She lands and hustles you inside.

Then she turns on a screening device that looks rather fragile.

"First gen power detection screen.  Not very good, but I did not want to take you further."  She looks concerned.

When you ask her why she says 'you took a lot of rads.  You have third degree burns over most of your body."  Now you realize why you don't hurt.  The nerve endings have been burnt off.  There is nothing to signal 'Alert, alert, massive damage.'

As I strip off my clothes and examine my charred flesh, I ask Rachel if that thing can tell if I'm going to die of radiation poisoning.

Then I hand her my hammer and tell her to try to Order heal me. Give her some pointers.

If that doesn't work, I'm just going to lay down and try to rest. Hopefully I'll get my powers back before I succumb to radiation poisoning.

Maybe I should try to heal myself with psionics? Or would that upset the gods of Order and Chaos? Give that a try. See if it hurts or what.

At any rate, project into Rachel's mind versing. Show her some of the places I've been and people I've met.

"Eventually I'm going to verse out of this place. I'd like you to come with me when I do. I've never even considered asking anyone else."

Yeah, I'm asking her to become my associate verser. Never thought I'd want that, but she's rather special.

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 118):

She looks unhappy, and a bit teary-eyed, but nods her head yes.

She tries, but her other powers get in the way.

With Rachel helping you keep  your mind focused, you try to heal yourself with psi.  After trying a bit, you are exhausted.  It seems possible, but you have not got the trick yet.  And the gods of Order and Chaos are not offended.

She's fascinated, and spends much time talking to you mentally about the various worlds.  You fall asleep.  When you wake she tells you that she can't.

"I'm tied to this Universe, by the Phoenix Force.  I think I could jump through a gate and go elsewhen, but eventually I'd be drawn back here.  This connection I think stops me...from versing."

So it is going to kill me? Question, am I going to die before I get my powers back? Because if I get my powers back....... I'd rather stay in this world for a moment longer if that's at all possible.



"Reel yourself in Rachel. Focus. Concentrate. My life might depend on it. Come on. Try again. I know you can do this."

And I will say a quick prayer to whatever god is listening for this to work.



Give that up. I'm too out of it.



That's good to know.



OOC) Am I right in thinking that this is because the referee doesn't want to keep playing her? I've got a compromise. Keep reading.



"Well, that's perfect, actually. I don't know how this associate verser thing works. Maybe you could decide to verse yourself back here? We might decide that it's not going to work and you could verse yourself back here. And, ya know, when you die in this world, you would still be a verser and maybe we could meet again."

OOC) Just for a world or two? Please????? And don't forget Cutie, the woman I turned into a verser. She was a neophyte Order mage. I'd love to run into her again.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 120):

It is killing you now. Whether you get healed before it ices you....?

The Gods of Chaos and Order do not care.  But... (GE roll...hope you don't get a 30).

A man in a Starfleet uniform appears next to you.  He's got a smirk on his face.

"Oh, wow, you seem to have gotten yourself in some trouble. Does it hurt?"  He pokes your arm.

===================

As to Temporary Versing, hmm, might do that.

We can only hope....



OOC) I'm assuming I didn't roll a 30.



Which Starfleet? Enterprise? TOS? Next Gen? For some reason, I'm imagining this guy as the Doctor from Voyager.



"Yeah, that hurts. Who in the heckfire are you?"



OOC) Might be a good time to bring Order mage Cutie back in. Think about it. Two super powered, jealous ex girlfriends fighting over Magehammer...... Could be interesting......

(Doing Therapy)

You did roll fairly bad.

"You don't know little old moi?"  He has some sort of French accent, and he has a full head of hair.  For some reason you associate him with Picard, and no, he's not Riker.  "That so hurts.  I thought me and my people were famous throughout the Multiverse."  He gives you a kinda nasty smile.

OOC) Is it Q?

IC) "Are you one of the gods of Order and Chaos? Cuz I'll tell ya man, you're starting to get on my nerves. Now what's up?"

I've got my right hand on the double barrel shotgun strapped to my right leg. It's loaded with one explosive shell and one flare.

My weapon load with the backpack on is one rifle or shotgun, one pistol, one laser pistol, and the double barrel shotgun. Although I have different ammo for it, the default is an explosive and a flare. So a grenade launcher and a flamethrower.

(Doing Therapy)
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In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 124):

OOC: It is Q.

He pauses, and you can see him considering lying.

"No, I'm not one of those simplistic twits." He sneers a little bit.

"Well, what do you want from me then? Are you going to heal my injuries and send me back or just condescend me?"

He's getting on my nerves.

(Doing Therapy)

"I'm not condescending to you.  I'm being respectful....If you could truly see my brilliance and majesty, you'd be crawling on the ground in worship."  He tuts.  He sneers again.

"The question of the Sentinels is a simple question, really, when it gets down to it.  Who should own this planet, Man, who is a total mess, or robotic intelligences.  So, I can heal you, in return, we will have a contest of champions.  Magehammer vs. Nimrod, the Ultimate Sentinel? What say you? Mano a Machina."

"Fair enough. But I get to pick the battleground. I want to face it in a frozen, arctic wasteland, atop an ice sheet several thousand feet thick, which is surrounded by active volcanoes. And with no one else around. You wouldn't want witnesses to your creation's destruction, now would you?"

Let's see if he can figure out why I picked that battleground.....

(Doing Therapy)
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In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 128):

He barks a laugh, and snaps his fingers.

"Done."

And you are standing in knee-high snow with a few dozen volcanoes spotting the edge of the plain.  In the sky above are brilliant lights, far off, but still colored.

"We're near the center of your galaxy.  I hope your puny mind is not overwhelmed."  He oozes false sympathy.

And then there is another finger snap, and an eight foot tall robot in pink armor appears a hundred yards away.  It instantly raises it weapons.

"Magehammer, unidentified entity, you will be destroyed."  It fires and the energy from its twin bolts fired from each arm go ten feet before they stop.

"Nimrod, I brought you here.  You kill Magehammer, and I will restore the factories he and his annoying friend destroyed.  He kills you, and I destroy the rest of them.  I'm counting on you, Nimrod to show this human why robots are superior to humans.  In fact, nearly everything is superior to humans."

I  crack my knuckles and draw my Order hammer in my right hand and my Chaos blade in my left hand. Pump Order from the ice into the sentinel, pump his Chaos into the volcanoes. The object here is to leave Nimrod frozen and immobile with drained power cells.

That oughta do it.

The power bolts from his hands flash out, turning ice into billowing clouds of steam.  You launch your attack, but the system you're attacking is a bit different due to being robotic.  Nimrod fires again, just missing you, and you're bathed in hot fog.  But you can still see him, and you yank on the cords of power.  He resists to some degree, but then he drops to one knee.

"32% energy drop."  He fires at you again.  Its a clear miss, obviously something went wrong with his targeting system for him to shoot skyward.

OOC) I'm not certain you understood what I was trying to do there. Order is things not moving. Stillness. Being frozen in place. Chaos is power, things moving. What I want to do here is add Order to him so he cannot move, and remove Chaos from him so his batteries will die. I'll end up with an eight foot tall paperweight.

Does that make more sense?

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 132):

Gotcha.

"Buckyball lubricant is being forced to link."  He is visibly stiffer moving, but he can still move.  He fires at you.  Its a miss, but you can feel the hot air as the bolt of plasma passes you on  the left.

Chaos up the equivalent of a lightning rod. I want to channel his plasma bolt back at him as whatever. I'm not picky about what I channel it back as, so long as it is something hazardous to him and preferably not to me. Maybe as an EMP. But I'm not really picky about it. Let the gods of Order and Chaos decide. But yeah, use his own weapon against him. I would think that should tax my magic less than actively creating something like a force smasher.

My knowledge of the Nimrod sentinel is that it was the adaptive Sentinel from Days of Future Past. Let's show him he's not the only adaptive creature here.

So yeah, Chaos his plasma bolts back at him. Hopefully with a bit more accuracy.

Or do I want to Order them back? I keep thinking they're energy which is Chaos, but Order is accuracy.

Try to Chaos them back first, then see what happens.

(Doing Therapy)

You reach out, and feel the magnetic nature of plasma, and grin as you realize that it should be relatively easy (as things go) to bend it back on the robot.

You twist the bolt in mid-air and slam it back into Nimrod right in his chest.  Smoke drifts up from him.  He's not moving very fast, but he's still moving.

"Clever." Q says.  "But he's not done yet."

I begin calling Q names which would once again get me banned from WorldWalker.

After that, I analyze the Sentinel's plasma bolts. Drawing Order from the ice and Chaos from the volcanoes (Now you know why I picked this locale) I attempt to Order/Chaos up a plasma bolt of my own. He seems susceptible to them.

"They're sending a transmission. They want to surrender."

"Continue Firing."

Star Trek Enterprise, Episode Chosen Realm.

(Doing Therapy)
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In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 136):

"Tut, tut." Q says.  "Such language."  You can see he's glad to have made you angry.

The plasma bolt of yours slams into the Sentinel.  It goes to one knee, and then hits its left gauntlet with its right hand.  The left gauntlet unlooses and rockets toward you.  It then yanks you up by the neck, and lifts you twenty feet in the air.

Q is floating next to you with a fake concerned look on his face.

"You seem to be having a problem."

Below you, you hear a robotic voice.

"Activate Self-repair protocol."

I wonder not for the first time if I could magic Q to death. Not the time for that.



Ironic that it missed me with numerous plasma bolts but was dead accurate with the gauntlet. Must be in Storm trooper shooting school.

Remove the Chaos from the gauntlet. Shut down its engine. That would leave me free falling, hopefully the snow will break my fall......

Or remove the Chaos such that it lowers me gently, then shut it down?



Captain Picard, where are you?



I'm probably going to have to activate self-repair protocol. Let's see what happens.

I might not even make it to the ground, but if I do, I'm going to try to draw more Order and Chaos. Hit him with a plasma bolt that would blow a crater into the ground 40 feet deep. See if he can repair from that.

"PHOENIX!!! WHERE ARE YOU??????"