PPU Adventure #1

[SuperBassX84]

-=Bass takes note as the machine-like WildKarrde starts making noises again, seemingly in the mood to do something now=-

Bass: I hate it when he does that...
Stalin: Does what?
Bass: That. -=Points=-
Stalin: What's he doing?
Bass: Moving.
Stalin: Oh. Yeah. I hate it when he does that too. Gives me the creeps.
Bass: Agreed.
Stalin: Who is he, anyway?
Bass: Some angry/evil metallic-type dude who seems to think he can take us all on at once.
Stalin: Can he?
Bass: Probably.
Stalin: Well, that's reassuring...

[Elfie]

*as the group progresses, they come across a very large battle droid*

DA: That's a very large droid.
Elfie: You're right. It is a very large droid.
DA: Do you think we could take it in a fight?

*the droid points its guns at the group*

Elfie: Let's find out. *reaches for the pistols he acquired from Stalin's cache* These better not lock up.

*runs off to the side firing to lead the droids aim away from the rest of the group*

Oddveig: I see what he's doing.

*Oddveig flanks the droid on the other side, confusing the droid's targetting systems*

Belgarath: There's a hatch on the back.
Elfie: A hatch? Why would a fully mechanized droid have a hatch?
Kyliki: Maybe there's something inside.
Oddveig: I'll get it. *Oddveig jumps onto the machines back and begins searching for a way to open the hatch while the machine tries to buck him off*
Elfie: I say man, you should try out for the rodeo!
Kyliki: Hey! Why'd you stop providing cover fire?
Elfie: I didn't want to hit Oddveig by mistake.
Kyliki: Then don't miss!
Elfie: *sighs* Yes ma'am. *begins shooting again* What are you doing to help anyway?
Kyliki: Moral support.
Elfie: <.<, >.>, *sighs*

*Oddveig finally breaches the hatch and gets inside the machine*

*Elfie turns to Kyliki*

Elfie: It shouldn't be long now.

*A human that is not Oddveig comes flying out of the hatch*

Elfie: Now it's just a matter of intero - *the human lands on Elfie, knocking him over* ouch.

*Kyliki bursts out laughing*

Elfie: *sighs*

(OOC: Do I really have to get married?)

[Belgarath]

Belgarath watches as a human is flung out of the droid, landing on Elfie. Belgarath laughs and walks over to the duo, picking up the man by the colour of his jacket and hoisting him to his feet.

"Didn't your mother tell you not to attack people in droids?" Belgarath asks the guard.

"Yes...But apparently I didn't listen, eh?" The guard replies.

"What did you just say?" Elfie interrupts, getting to his feet.

"I said," the guard replies, turning towards Elfie, "that apparently I didn't listen to my mother."

"No, not that, what was that last word you said?" Elfie asks.

"Umm...eh?"

"Yes! Are you Canadian?" Elfie asks.

"I am...but how...how did you know that?" The guard asks, his confusion apparent.

"I'm a proud Canadian thank you very much," Elfie replies, streching his hand forward, "The name's Elfie."

"You're Elfie?! DA won't stop talking about you!" The guard exclaims.

"Wait a minute, you know DA?" Belgarath asks.

"Know him? I'm his chief of security! The name's Archangel, nice to meet you." The guard replies.

"Well...That clears alot up. Archangel, do you think that you could take us to DA, we need to talk." Elfie asks.

"Well...Your Canadian, so you can't be that much trouble...Follow me." Archangel says, turning away from the group, and getting back into his droid.

[piñata]

Elfie said:

(OOC: Do I really have to get married?)

(Well... not married married. It could just be like my character's marriage to Greenleaf (in other words, you could be swingers if you want ). It just seems like a King -- especially a King over an entire race, like you're going to be -- should have a Queen. If it makes you feel any better, I have to get married again too -- although that character hasn't shown up yet.)

[back to the adventure!]

*Bass, Stalin, Piñata, Ape Killer and Krotos are going over the two prophecies, trying to piece together what they mean.*

Piñata: I was wrong about my role in the prophecy all along.
Ape: Wait a minute. You were? How?
Piñata (pointing): See this entry here? "The Man Who Sings To Trees"? Well, I'm the only human who's ever mastered Treesong. There's nobody else alive that this entry could refer to.
Krotos: So who's The Eternal Druid then?
Piñata: I have an idea about that... a presence I thought I sensed earlier... but I don't want to say anything until I'm absolutely certain.
Ape: Well, I'm confused.
Bass: That's a good sign. He's coming back.
Ape: Elfie's coming back already?
Stalin: No, he was talking about you. You used to always talk about how confused you were, then have some sudden stroke of genius when it was most convenient for our side.
Ape: Oh. Why don't I remember any of this?
Bass: It's a long story.

[Meanwhile, in the harbor...]

*Scythe, Viper and Keldae are going over their tactics and stuff, when they are interrupted by a young lieutenant.

Lieutenant: Excuse me, sir, but there's something I thoink you should see.
Keldae: What is it?
Lieutenant: I don't want to say out here, in case there might be probe droids watching. Let's just say it's the break we've been waiting for.
Scythe: Show us.
Lieutenant: Follow me.

*A few minutes later, the group is in the warehouse district, standing inside a building that shows obvious signs of having been converted to a hangar at some point during its existence. Crates are stacked in every corner, and in the center of the room are two slightly damaged, but probably still serviceable, BattleMechs.*

Viper (whistling after opening the first crate he sees): Whoa. Thermal detonators. Somebody was getting ready to kick some serious ass.
Scythe (examining the 'Mechs): We could probably repair these in a very short period of time -- a day or two, given the proper tools and enough technicians.
Keldae: Who do we have that can pilot a 'Mech, Lieutenant?
Lieutenant: Just you and General Stalin, sir.
Scythe: Mint and I can both pilot 'Mechs, too. And I thoink Viper might have someone.
Viper: I do. Sienn -- that's the Twi'lek girl -- has some 'Mech training, but it's mostly in simulators. She's only piloted a real 'Mech once, and it got totaled -- although to be fair, an LRM barrage can total pretty much any 'Mech, regardless of who's piloting it.
Scythe: Not to mention what it does to the pilot. How did she survive that?
Viper: I saved her using magic.
Scythe: Oh. Of course. That's what I would've done, too.
Keldae: Lieutenant, get our best technicians in here to help Viper and Scythe's people repair these 'Mechs. We might actually be able to win this thing.

[SuperBassX84]

((Elfie, do make sure you refer to DA as Belly here, as we're going to be meeting the actual DA shortly. PS - Belly...how exactly is Elfie both an elf and Canadian (, eh?)))

So what exactly do we do now? Just sit and wait for the other groups to return? Or should we strike out and try to find someone to support?

-=As if on cue, a quartet of highly advance Cyborg Reconaissance Units appears down the street. The group attempts to hide, but is spotted very quickly, and the Cyborgs open fire=-

Wonderful. Well, we've got some cyborgs to deal with. Shall we do this the old-fashioned way or does anyone have a better idea?

[piñata]

Piñata: The old-fashioned way sounds fine to me.

*reaches out with the Force and slams an invisible wall of thought into the cyborgs, knocking them back and momentarily causing them to lose unit cohesion*

Stalin, have your commandos lay down covering fire. I'm going to go in closer.

*elaves*

[Belgarath]

(Because us Canadians are just THAT good Basss, got it? )

(Goes back to old-adventure style posting)

*Elfie, Belgarath, Oddveig and Kyliki are all following ArchAngel, who is back in his droid, but moving at a much slower pace, because the droid has sustained damage*

Belgarath: We've been walking for over 30 minutes, how far away is DA?

ArchAngel: We should be there any second...Ah! Here we are!

*ArchAngel stops infront of a large, apparently abandoned building, and steps out of his droid*

ArchAngel: Beaver.

Elfie: *Laughs* What's that for?

*A previously unseen door appears at the side of the building*

Kyliki: Well I guess that answers that.

Elfie: Apparently...I don't remember having a password into my lab.

ArchAngel: Well, this isn't your lab, now is it?

Elfie: <.<, >.>...True.

Belgarath: We just going to sit here, or are we going in?

ArchAngel: I'm all for standing around and all, but I'm tired, and I need to lay down...Let's go.

*ArchAngel proceeds through the door, closely followed by the rest of the group*

ArchAngel: Oh DA! We have company!

*A voice from another room*: Company?! Now?! How do you know they are friendly?

ArchAngel: One of them is Canadian. He says his name is...Uh, what's your name again?

Elfie: Elfie.

*The voice is closer*: El...fie? No way, it has to be a fake! Elfie hasn't been alive for countless years!

*Just then, DA storms into the hall, still sporting his pink lightsaber. He is dressed in a long white lab coat, and his hair looks like it hasn't been combed in decades. His eyes still have the same youthful glimmer that they had before.*

DA: How dare you impersonate Elfie?

Belgarath: Geroth, stop taking yourself so seriously.

DA: Who...Belgarath! It...It's really you?!

Belgarath: Who else would want to pretend to be me?

DA: Master! It's been so long!

*DA and Belgarath embrace in a long hug*
*The rest of the group looks on with a puzzled expression*

DA: I guess I should explain...Belgarath took me in as his protege many years back...I studied under him shortly before I came to the 'Clave.

Elfie: Why did he call you Geroth?

DA: That's my real name...I never revealed it to anybody for personal reasons.

Elfie: Wouldn't that make you Belgeroth then?

DA: Ha, I suppose it would. I haven't been called that name for over a thousand years...Brings back some old memories...

Elfie: *Clears his throat*

DA: Elfie! My god, I'm so sorry. What happened to you? After that battle at Castle Neilen, we all thought you were dead...

Elfie: Well, I don't really blame you, but we are all back.

DA: We? Who else is here?

Elfie: Well, I'm sure you know that Stalin is in the city.

DA: Of course, I've spent the last couple of years developing weapons for his rebels.

Elfie: Bass, pinata, Soul, Ape, Viper, Scythe and Keldae are all in the city as well.

DA: Wow...So it looks like the 'Clave is coming back eh?

Elfie: Seems that way...The prophecy brought us all here.

DA: Prophecy? Stalin mentioned a few things about that...

Oddveig: Hate to break up this little reunion, but shouldn't we be doing something?

Elfie: Good point. DA, gather up all of your essentials, your coming with us.

DA: But I-- Oh fine. I guess it will be kind of nice to be outside again...I've missed all the action we used to have.

*After 5 minutes, DA comes back, his hair trimmed neatly until it hangs around his eyes. He is wearing a brown travel cloak, his infamous dual swords sheathed behind his back*

DA: Now, shall we go?

[Scythe]

Scythe Tunes his comm unit to an encrypted trans-dimensional frequency. "Chief to Ewok's Den. You there, Vice Admiral?"

"Hey there Scythe! What can I do for you?" Replies a familiar female voice.

"Can you get over here with a salvage and repair crew versed in 'Mech specifications?"

"Sure thing! Be there in five."

A few minutes later, a group of people carrying tool boxes and brandishing fearsome-looking wrenches and hydrospanners shimmer into existence in the hangar. In the midst of the group stands Mint, holding what looks suspiciously like a banana with an antenna and reception dish poking out of one end. She directs the mechanics to begin work on the 'Mechs and makes her way over to Scythe.

After a brief hug and an exchange of greetings, they get down to business.
"Looks like we've got two Sunders, a SuperNova, an Annihilator, and an old-model Nova Cat; vintage Clan-War stuff." Mint remarks.
"Yup," replies Scythe. "They're mostly outfitted with pulse lasers, but we'll need to test them all before firing them in combat. We've worked out who will take which 'Mechs. Keldae and Stalin are taking the Sunders, the Twi'lek girl gets the Annihilator, I'll be in the Nova Cat, and you'll take the SuperNova."
Mint nods, pleased with her assignment.
"All right then, lets go help out. I'm all for ending this battle, and we damn well better make sure we aren't on the losing side."

[piñata]

*While the cyborgs return the fire being directed at them by Stalin's troops, Piñata takes advantage of the diversion to sneak around some nearby buildings and come at the cyborgs from behind. He takes down two of them before they've even registered his presence, and decapitates a third as the unfortunate cyborg is in the middle of turning around. The fourth cyborg levels his laser-arm at Piñata, but before he can fire it, it explodes into a cloud of shrapnel, leaving him clutching the bleeding stump of his arm and howling in pain.*

*Piñata recognizes the effect of a well-cast Naturalize when he sees it, and looks around to see who his savior might be. About a mile away, a woman with unusually short hair and some kind of mark on the left side of her face stands near an alleyway. She gives Piñata a mysterious smile when he sees her, then darts into the alley and disappears from view. Piñata is about to chase her when a circular saw buzzes over his head, attached to the arm implant of another cyborg. Piñata uses his lightsaber to remove the arm, then shouts something the other Conclavers can't hear and runs off after the woman.*

[Wildkarrde]

After watching the pathetic meatlings wage battle back and forth with various sad imitations of Phyrexians, the Wildkarrde finally decides to act.

Several beings the meatlings had called "cyborgs" approached cautiously towards his armored form, brandishing a wide array of built-in weaponry. The Wildkarrde would have smiled if he was capable of it, but instead tensed his steely muscles and extended his wrist blades, dripping with acid, and sprang into motion.

He was a blur as he moved towards the "cyborgs", they barely had time to bring their weapons up before he sliced through two of their skulls, sending brain matter, electronics, and blood out in a gory spray.

The Wildkarrde whirled around and sent black mana ripping into the remaining two beings facing him, shredding their twisted forms in a cloud of mana, blood, and rending flesh.

The Wildkarrde slowly retracted his blades, satisfied with his performance, but at the same time dissapointed by the ease with which he had been able to dispatch these "cyborgs".

::No matter. For now it is time to put the master's plan into effect.::

With that the darkly armoured being drew several dozen small disks from within it's armour, and headed off in the direction of the hangars. Seeing mechanics bustling around inside at the orders of Scythe, he creeps up to the doorways, and activates one of the Phyrexian portals at each opening, stretching them out to ensure they covered the whole of all the entryways, then casting illusionary spells over them.

The Wildkarrde continued to set the invisible portals all over the city, at intersections, alleyways, and doorways in the general vicinity of most of the party. At least half of them would end up walking through the portals and sent to Phyrexia, there to await the plans of his master.

Once finished, the Wildkarrde set off at a lope through the city streets, ready to lead any heroes he met through the nearest portals, finally able to set his plans in motion, and fulfilling his true purpose as...a Phyrexian Demon.

[piñata]

*Piñata was about to catch the woman he was chasing, when suddenly she disappeared into thin air. Knowing -- or at least having a suspicion -- who she was, and that, if he was right in his suspicion, she was a Planeswalker, he thought she had just decided to leave him again.*

*He checked around the area where she had disappeared, and suddenly found himself falling through the air. He looked around... and found he was on a very familiar-looking plane.*

Piñata: Shit. I knew I should've dismantled that forker.
Female voice: Who?
Piñata: Not who, what. Something that calls itself the Wildkarrde. It looked vaguely Phyrexian in design, but I couldn't act without proof. (looks around) Looks like I have proof now.
Woman: We're on Phyrexia?
Piñata: Yes. By the way, where the hell have you been the last twelve hundred years? I've missed you terribly.
Woman: Dear old Piñata. You haven't changed a bit. Except for the fact that you dress better now.
Piñata: I'm hurt, Freyalise. You never complained about the way I dressed when I was banging you silly.
Freyalise: Silly? You were good, but you weren't that good.
Piñata: Maybe I held back a little.
Freyalise: And maybe you didn't. How do we get out of here, anyway?
Piñata: Well, we're both Planeswalkers. We could try it the old-fashioned way.

*attempts to leave by 'walking*

Piñata: Or perhaps not.

[SuperBassX84]

-=Bass follows the Wildkarrde through his machinations, but is baffled when he stops for short periods of time and then continues on again, doing seemingly nothing. He finally confronts him about it=-

Bass: What in the nine hells have you been doing this past hour?
Karrde: Recon.
Bass: Recon? Why would you be doing recon, we already have people out doing recon. Don't lie to me, Karrde. I know not whether I can take you by myself, but I can sure as hell put up a fight.
Karrde: Highly doubtful. If you don't believe me, check for yourself. I've done nothing.
Bass: Perhaps I shall.

-=Bass goes to check the locations where Karrde has been, but very, very cautiously. As he comes upon one building, he senses something seriously wrong. He inspects the outside and finds nothing, and proceeds in through the front door to check further. In the blink of an eye, he finds himself in a dimension he remembers all too well. The same stench that radiated from Wildkarrde now fills the air. Bass draws his Bass Staff and summons Balkasior. Phyrexia isn't very nice this time of year=-

[Elfie]

*a series of beeps go off on various instruments*

Elfie and DA: What's that?
Kyliki: One of your creations.
Elfie and DA: I knew th - okay, only one of us should talk.
Elfie: Apparently there have been a series of rips in dimensional fabric.
Oddveig: What does that mean?
DA: It means there are portals all over the place.
Oddveig: I don't see any. *begins walking around* See? *Oddveig swipes through the air with his his hand, which hits a portal, transporting his hand but leaving the rest of him* Ah!
Belgarath: I'll get it.
Elfie: Wait. I need to find the dimensions of the portal so we don't decapitate ourselves going through.
DA: I'll do it. *activates a device turning all nearby portals purple*
Kyliki: Hurry up! He's bleeding badly!
Belgarath: They're everywhere!
Elfie: *points to a portal that has recently been disturbed* It's that one! Do you have a medical kit?
DA: Yes.
Elfie: Let's go!

*the groups jumps through the portal to locate Oddveig's arm*

[Belgarath]

(OOC: Lmao, sorry Elfie, I just found it funny that we are going to Phyrexia to rescue somebody's arm... ;D

I don't have time to post now, I'll do it tomorrow)

[piñata]

*gets hit in the back of the head with something*

Dammit. What now?

*turns around to see a severed arm on the floor*

Lovely. Okay, who threw that?