Tuesday, April 30, 2024

Heroes Rising Short Fiction: Strange Portal


 Nova walked down from his office to the main floor of Operations. A steaming cup of coffee in one hand and almost a smile on his face. Gar was on duty, watching over the station through the night.

“All quiet,” Gar stated.

Nova took a sip of his coffee and then asked, “Has Agent Justin reported in?”

“He has not. He isn’t due to report for another hour.”

“Good. When he...”

Robot 10915 said, “Communication from Agent Justin, emergency line one.”

“Put him through.” Nova turned back to the screen.

Justin appeared. "Nova, good. We have a situation."

“What is it? Don’t tell me the tear in space is open again?”

“No. I was inspecting the area and found nothing out of the ordinary. Lady Echidna is soundly bound deep. However, using these new spectral sensors, I picked up another tear in space.”

“Where?”

“It’s in the station, or I should say the station is passing through where the tear is showing up. If I am reading this right, it should be on Deck M.”

“The Mess Hall?” Nova frowned.

“Yes.”

“Get back here, now. I want that sensor on this station. Meet me on Deck M as soon as you get back.”

“Aye, sir.”

Nova turned to Gar, “You have Operations. I will head down to see what the hell this is.”


The Mess Hall was noisy as usual. BADGE officers, heroes, and a few trainees were having breakfast. A robot tried desperately to manage a few younger children who had super powers. It was so uncommon to see Nova around here that most people stopped to look at him as he passed their tables.

Arx walked up, holding a large cappuccino. “Sir, is something wrong?”

“Yes. Have you noticed anything... unusual today?”

“EB made another pass at Chase and she didn’t threaten to neuter him.”

“This is serious.”

“Sorry. No, nothing to report.”

EB ran in from a hallway and looked around. He seemed to look for something.

“EB?” Nova and Arx walked over to him.

“Oh, hey buddy.”

“Don’t tell me you heard what I said? You were in the training room.” Arx replied.

“I’m sensing something is wrong. There is something happening in here.” He looked around for a moment.

Everyone noticed a blue flashing light from inside the arboretum.

“That has to be it.” Nova left them and hurried toward the entrance.

Arx and EB followed. EB said, “And, I heard you. Hello, bunny ears!” He pointed at his head.

“Oh, sorry.”

They left the metal station for the grassy sprawling park of the arboretum. In the middle of the open grounds, a flickering blue light appeared in the middle of the air.

“What is that?” Arx asked.

EB said, “That feels like a rip in space.”

“Good senses,” Nova examined it from afar. “That’s precisely what it is. And I don’t like it being here.”

“How did it get here?”

“I can explain, at least some of that.” Justin walked up with a bulky scanner in his hands. “The top layer of space has had extreme stress from the gravimetric distortion of the recent tear from Lady Echidna. Subsequent gravitational waves have caused instability in the event horizon of the original rupture. That has led to further instability across the area. Influx of verteron particles have condensed the disturbance into a compressed anomaly, which has created another tear, which is becoming increasingly unstable.”

EB clapped, “Wow, that was pretty good. Nice analysis.”

Arx said, “All I heard were a lot of big science words.”

EB said, “What it all means is that the big hole that Lady Echidna ripped has caused some problems, and they all came together to create this. Which is another hole in space.”

“Oh... wait, how did you know that?”

EB scoffed, “I was traveling in starships and learning about space before Galileo was born. I’m technically a space alien.”

Nova said, “What I want to know is how we close this. I don’t want another gateway for god knows what. We barely survived Lady Echidna.”

Justin said, “I don’t know, sir. The last tear took Midgard to close and he... sacrificed himself to make that possible.”

Nova looked at Arx. “Get your ATLAS teams ready for this. We might have an invasion or something worse. EB, I want this station evacuated and locked down. Justin, have Dr. Henderson and all the other scientists looking at the data and find answers. MOVE!”

A blue hand reached over and held a glass of wine in front of Nova’s face. Strange Quark said, “Cool it, you’re gonna burst a blood vessel. Have some of this. It’s a good year.”

“Quark! Where in the world did you come from?”

“I was minding my own business, being a duck, swimming in a pool filled with whiskey... fantastic stuff at that, then I suddenly felt this disturbance in the space force.”

“Can you provide answers?”

Quark walked up to the disturbance. He peered at it, then paced around it, and finally walked right through it. For a moment, Quark split into five different-colored Quarks...one even had white feathers covering him. They looked at one another and waved, then he stepped back out and his doppelgangers vanished.

“What you have here is a tear in the spectral lens.”

“The what?” Justin asked.

“There are different universes spread across the quantum continuum. We are but one of them. Keeping them apart is a force that is hard to define. Let’s just say it keeps us from seeing each other. However, the rip in space and all the mess out there has created a fracture in that barrier. Now, we have a glimpse into the multiverse. It really isn’t that dangerous, though if it keeps expanding it will wipe out all existence on Earth.”

EB said, “Not dangerous, but it could kill everyone! That makes little sense.”

“Okay, so here’s the deal. If we contain it, give it a frame so it will have a boundary. It will stop expanding and settle.”

“Can we make it go away?” Nova asked.

“Nope. This is one tear that will stay. It might fade and disappear for a while, but it will show back up.”

Justin asked, “How do we contain it?”

“Create a gateway to put it in, one that is lined with anti-matter. Anti-Matter cannot cross into other universes, and other universes cannot cross it. So, it will contain it permanently.”

“Can we do that?” Nova asked.

Justin nodded. “I think so. But we’ll have to work fast. This thing is expanding as we stand here.”

“Then move!”


Several hours later, a team of robots walked into the Arboretum with a large archway. They set it up near the larger tear and slowly moved toward it.

“Nice and easy, boys. That’s our only gateway.” Quark said.

Nova, Arx, EB, Chase, and Gar watched from a distance.

“Are your teeth chattering? Mine are.” EB asked.

“Don’t fret. This will work,” Gar said.

“We hope so,” Chase added.

EB said, “If this is the last of our time, and all this universe is about to be eaten by that portal, I just want to ask for one thing.”

“No.” Chase said.

“Just one kiss?”

“No.”

Bright flashes of blue light flickered for a moment. Everyone put their hand up to their eyes and even Nova looked a little worried. However, the light stopped and turned to a gentle glow as the tear filled this archway and became stable.

“There you go.” Quark said.

Nova walked in, a little caution to his gait. “Are you sure this is good?”

Quark knocked on the side. “It’s firmly in place. You can even move this arch and take the tear with you.”

“Good, I don’t want this in the middle of the arboretum.”

“Can we go through that and check out other universes?” Arx asked.

Quark said, “Yes,... and no. If you step into another universe, you will step into another version of yourself. You will know who you are, but you won’t be the same. Once you return here, you will assume you original form. Does that make sense?”

Chase said, “Hardly anything with you makes much sense.”

“That’s the best compliment I’ve received in ages.”

Nova said, “Okay, Justin, find a suitable place for this and keep it under constant monitoring. We will consider the best use of it. Until then, the arboretum is off-limits.”

“Got it.”

Everyone walked out to get back to their normal duties, and Justin explored sections of the station, searching for the right location.


Hours later, as the station orbited the dark side of Earth, the Arboretum basked in the bluish glow of the portal. There was a flickering, and a hand came through and gripped the side, pulling the person into this universe with a great thrust. Mostly made of energy, the being sniffed the air and then said, “So, I am dead here. Good. I can be anyone I want.” The glowing person melted away, the energy passing through the decks and flying toward the Earth.





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Friday, April 19, 2024

A Ballad of Balances

ROSA

Rosa completed her second lap, her tracking device held in front of her. She looked up and down at the series of buildings that she passed, watching for anything out of the ordinary. The device's buttons flashed green, and the numeric display remained at a steady 1.0. So far, nothing either visual or otherwise, to suggest any presence of what she was looking for.

"I honestly think they've been fully rooted out and disbanded," came the voice of her godfather on Rosa's comms.

"You're probably right," Rosa sighed. She continued her slow paced walk. The only trace of anything World Corps-related over the past couple months was the rare discovery of an old bunker, sometimes containing AMA parts, but more often than not, completely gutted and an empty husk. Justifiably, BADGE resources were laser-focused on the threat from Echidna; but there were several independent groups - Rosa's among them - that continued to investigate the remnants of any World Corps forces. The last thing anybody needed was to see their resurgence.

"If they're gone though... then what?" asked Rosa. "If Trailene was among those entranced by Lady Echidna, what next? Do we get the band back together?"

"I've thought on it a lot, Rosa. As has your mother, as has Aflima," came the soft response.

"I... trust you guys completely," said Rosa, trying to hide her doubts.

"Yes, but you're also a grown woman now, Rosa, and your insight is just as valuable. Don't think of yourself as a kid always needing guidance. You've found your niche, your role. And not too long ago, you proved you're fully capable of handling your own business. What do you think?"

Caught off-guard, she paused.

"I think I'm not going to rest easy until we know the truth of Trailene. Preferably alive, and locked away," she shrugged.

"I'm happy you're honest with yourself, although I'm sad this burden still weighs on you. Just don't let it send your anxiety and stress levels sky high," said the voice on the other end.

They soon said their goodbyes - with a promise to meet up soon. Rosa disconnected and continued onto her third and final lap of the course she plotted out. The tracking device showed zero change.

She soon sensed the presence of someone nearby, then smelled a faint aroma. It was oddly pleasant. She turned around, smiling.



"Hi, Krystal!" Rosa said, delighted.

"I was in the area and spotted you across the bridge," said the red-haired female, known to most as Krystal Fae and once known in another realm as Acidburn, to her friend. "You look well, but you were certainly the picture of concentration and determination a minute ago."

Rosa shrugged, but her smile didn't dissipate. "Krystal! How is baby Guinevere?"

"Baby?" laughed Krystal. "My word, she is definitely not a baby anymore. Her growth is that of a raging river. One day you'll have to see her in person."

"I'll hold you to that promise. Meanwhile you look young still, maybe younger! Almost too young to be a whole mom!"

"That's very kind of you, Rosa. To be fair though, the aging process of fae is somewhat different than of humans. People have speculated and theorized on the differences for centuries, but even among us, there are differences and variations."

"Back in S.H.C. I don't think you were much older than me, but even though you look young, you still are miles more mature... and wizened. I wish I was wiser," Rosa confessed.

Krystal snapped her fingers gently. "Wisdom isn't some finite marker in one's life. It's ever growing and I wouldn't want you or anyone to fix themselves on trying to get wise before their time. Remember that."

Rosa smiled, then hugged her friend. "I promise I won't rush."

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Quite a distance away, Sticks had a long-range scope focused on Rosa's ongoings. His sniper rifle was slung across his back in plain sight, but there was nobody in the vicinity to notice the potential assassination.

"Do not engage," came Trailene's voice. "Just monitor. Let her complete her task then report back."

"Ten-four," Sticks replied calmly. His smirk was huge.

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OOC: The memory of Chris Evans, creator of Krystal and Alex, will long remain an inspiration to myself and I believe many of the other current RP and fan-fiction writers in this forum. I wish we could have chatted more about the things that unite us when it comes to story-writing, art and the games in which we interacted over the years. Rest well.
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Friday, April 12, 2024

Fan-Fiction: Easter Village... or Groundhog Day?

It was a beautiful, brisk and sunny day outside the training dojo. Tri-blade wasn't usually one to stop and smell the proverbial roses, but the atmosphere felt so pleasant that he took a more leisurely walk towards his training site. For the past couple of weeks, he took at least one day a week to walk a couple of miles to this tucked-away location not far from New Utopia City but not particularly well-known. He was on good terms with the manager, and it was easy to book morning sessions, without interruption from fellow metahumans or the paparazzi.

His comms buzzed just as he entered the dojo. He smiled but continued to set up the workout equipment.

"Aye, what's up?"

"Oh, it's that time of year, huh. Guess I better not settle down too much, that rabbit has a habit of whisking people at the strangest time."

He looked at his weapon holster, currently mounted on a set of hooks on the wall, then resumed wiping down a bench.

"I don't know how that bunny is able to tag every BADGE-registered person, but at least nowadays the veterans among us are expecting it and can prepare accordingly."

"Yeah, it's a bit inconvenient to say the least,... but he means well. And the children love the hoopla about the eggs and chocolate... what's that?!"

Tri-blade whirled around at the sound of rustling behind him, arms already held forward defensively. Tri-blade looked at a man, clad in a silver-coloured helmet, battle gauntlets and light metal boots that covered his lower legs. Around him, energy crackled mightily, and was most heavily concentrated in loops around the set of claws he wielded in each glove.

It was an unfamiliar look, but there was no doubt as to who the interloper was.

"Um, Shinobi?" he asked. He ignored the voice on the other end of the comms asking what was going on.

Shinobi nodded, then dropped one of his claws, only to pick up a bamboo basket.

"Glad I found you so quickly. Now. LET'S DUEL!" He lunged in, quick as a mouse, and Tri-blade barely avoided a strike from the swinging basket.

"Shinobi, what the devil, I'm not even -"

A basket materialized in his right hand.

Realization hit him quickly. "Oh."

They engaged, but the battle was not at all what Tri-blade expected. Over the past year, Shinobi's strength had surged while Tri-blade's held steady. Ordinarily, his one-time rival would have flattened Tri-blade 99 times out of 100 without breaking a sweat, but Tri-blade found himself holding his own, albeit with baskets replacing their usual weaponry. After a few minutes, Tri-blade struck a decisive blow, sending Shinobi tumbling against the wall. He collapsed, then rose to his feet, giving a ceremonial bow.

"Until next, time, friend," said Shinobi, before throwing a Flash Bomb to the ground.

Tri-blade groaned, but the smoke cleared quickly and he found himself alone again.

"Sorry, you still here?" Tri-blade called out to his comms unit. "I fear this is going to be one of those kinds of days -"

Tri-blade whirled around at the sound of rustling behind him, arms already held forward defensively. Tri-blade looked at a man, clad in a silver-coloured helmet, battle gauntlets and light metal boots that covered his lower legs. Around him, energy crackled mightily, and was most heavily concentrated in loops around the set of claws he wielded in each glove.

"Wait a minute!" shouted Tri-blade.

Shinobi already had a basket in his hand. "Glad I found you so quickly, Tri-blade. Now. LET'S DUEL!" He lunged in, quick as a mouse, and Tri-blade barely avoided a strike from the swinging basket.

Tri-blade looked quickly at the basket still in his hand, and sighed. "Guess I'll have to talk to you later, this is definitely going to be one of those kinds of days."

They engaged in battle again, this time Shinobi's movements were a little different, but Tri-blade found himself parrying and countering with ease. After a few minutes, Tri-blade delivered a solid strike with his free hand, sending Shinobi tumbling to the ground.

He quickly rose to his feet, giving a ceremonial bow. "Until next, time, friend," said Shinobi, before throwing a Flash Bomb to the ground.

Tri-blade immediately dropped his basket and ran in the direction of the smoke, to no avail. Shinobi was gone yet again. Tri-blade had no idea how much time had passed during those two battles, but he didn't feel any real fatigue. It was an unusual situation, to say the least. Scratching his head, he started to walk back to the bench.

Tri-blade whirled around at the sound of rustling behind him, arms already held forward defensively. Tri-blade looked at a man, clad in a silver-coloured helmet, battle gauntlets and light metal boots that covered his lower legs. Around him, energy crackled mightily, and was most heavily concentrated in loops around the set of claws he wielded in each glove.

"SHINOBI!" cried Tri-blade.

Shinobi already had a basket in his hand. "Yes, it is I, Tri-blade. Now. LET'S DUEL!" He lunged in, quick as a mouse, and Tri-blade barely avoided a strike from the swinging basket.

"I. Am. Getting. Too. Old. For. This..." grunted Tri-blade as he swung, already feeling the basket in his hand.

Despite being made of bamboo, the baskets clashed with each other as though they were blunt weapons, and each of the warriors felt the impact of their strikes. Empowered, Tri-blade stopped trying to parry, and simply exchanged blows with Shinobi, who didn't seem bothered by the unusual tactic. Eventually, Tri-blade's bludgeoning attack sent Shinobi sprawling to the ground. The ninja-esque character shook his head rapidly, then rose to his feet.

"Until next, time, friend," said Shinobi, before throwing a Flash Bomb to the ground.

"Oh dammit..."

The smoke cleared.

Feeling trapped, Tri-blade only had one intention.

"EEEEEEEEEEE! BEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Wow, that's one heck of a summon, usually only Chase or Nova, or sometimes Agent Justin, can call my name that loudly," said Easter Bunny as he materialized in front of Tri-blade. "Well of course the Snake fella was louder than all of you guys put together, but now that he's moved to parts beyond, the competition for loudest caller is probably back up for grabs. That reminds me of this reality show where a bunch of bikini-clad people do crazy stunts for -"

"Bunny," said Tri-blade, walking away, not willing to endure the soliloquy.

E.B. caught the hint and hopped towards Tri-blade. "How are you enjoying the Eastertown - wait, I haven't even put up the egg-painting..."

"Bunny."

E.B. looked on silently.

"Am I in some kind of temporal loop with Shinobi? What's going on?"

"Well," E.B. stammered, "someone offered a business opportunity to get the flowers-and-chocolate market to reach new heights, and it's a win-win for everyone involved, Tri-blade. You'll love it! Your D.W. numbers will skyrocket, blank eggs will ooze out of the wazoo, and the guys in Vegas are going to be super psyched!"

"Why me, though?"

"Word is you have a really strong chin?" offered E.B.

"Bunny."

"Let's just say some people are able to max out their scores against you, as long as they avoid defeating you."

Tri-blade nodded. "I get it now. Well, I suppose I better try and get something out of the weekend, then."

"That's the spirit!" yelled E.B., his hindleg tapping the ground rapidly.

"But please don't interfere anymore. I still have things I want to do this weekend, don't want to be battling nonstop the next 72 hours."

"Okay. I won't add any more people to your hit list this time out," said E.B.

"Wait what now? More -"

E.B. dashed away quicker than a speeding bullet.

"I wonder if curried rabbit is a thing," Tri-blade muttered before hearing a rustling behind him.

Tri-blade whirled around, a basket already in his hand.

"Aha! Face me!" called a voice.

"And then, me!" called another.

Tri-blade blinked. In front of him was a man, clad in a silver-coloured helmet, battle gauntlets and light metal boots that covered his lower legs. Around him, energy crackled mightily, and was most heavily concentrated in loops around the set of claws he wielded in each glove.

"Hi Shinobi. But who's that..."

"Um, hey, Tri," was the sheepish voice in response.

"Mage? What the -"

"LET'S DUEL!" shouted Shinobi as he charged in.

Tri-blade sighed, then engaged in battle. To a side, Ability Mage absent-mindedly twirled his basket, whistling a tune.
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Sunday, April 7, 2024

Atlas Crisis - Meteor Defense 04/04/24

Lykos ID: 18321



Bonus Goal Reached! 15.5 Million Meteors came screaming towards the planet and earths heroes rose to the challenge. We only needed to stop 14 million, but I am sure citizens of earth are happy we stopped that other 1.5 million.

The meteor defense atlas was Defense based. Last article, I wrote about the effects you can use to increase your score above what the number is listed on the card. For the first time, I gave this a try myself - Can't talk about what I don't know about... or something witty.

I saw an increase per card of about 30-40 extra points per hit. I have my decks set up so that just about all of them are pretty even in power for the stat we were using, so not much changed there, but the extra hits for my gear did a pretty nice increase. I am going to try again on the next Atlas to test more results.

Let's Get To The Good Stuff!!!

In Division 6, we had a total of 45 participants, with the top 9 doing more than 1 hit attacks each. Our top two managed to break the 10K barrier.



As you can see, Babylon was able to take the top spot pretty handily with a total score of over 41K. The Icepick came in second with 17k, and followed by Ant-man with 8K. Breaking that 10K barrier is very impressive for this division, so well done!

Up in Division 5, I love to see a prediction come true. - More on that in a bit. We had 37 Operatives help out with meteors here and 30 of those were willing to hit more than once. Now lets look at the results.



There she is - Lich Queen sitting in the number one spot. Not only in first place, but doing it with 100k points to boot. This is almost twice as much as the next person down. Long Live the Queen... wait... Liches are dead... nevermind.

In second place, with no small score, is the CadaverDog - moving up a space from third to second. Finally we have Chronic in third who wasn't even in the top ten last week but blasted up there with 48K! A round of applause for Justin Case, who also broke the 10K mark, but slipped from first to 4th this round.

Division 4 saw the rise of the Freak! While only fielding 13 operatives, the top three winners did a great job of doing some heavy lifting.



Harry F Freak took the number one spot having often been lower on the division list. Harry soared past everyone to the top spot. Yojimbo went from 3rd to 2nd this round with less than 4k points behind Harry. Overcast took the number 3, also moving up from 4th to 3rd this round. Overcast was almost 1k less than Yojimbo, so it was a very close race in this division.

Division 3 had some new and old faces in the tops. 36 Operatives were battling it out for a spot in the Top Ten, but only ten made the cu... wait...



In first place we have a newcomer to the winners circle, Erockeris! Erockeris was a meteor smashing machine wracking up a staggering 320K points. Princess Sarai moved up from 3rd to 2nd, taking an additional 200k+ points for herself. And Orion Star leap-frogged over the competition to go from 10th to 3rd this round. Orion's points were not far behind the princess, and almost caught up to her.

Division 2 was a smaller field, but as we know the higher divisions usually take the brunt of the work. On this occasion though, we had less points being earned than in Div 3!

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Well, that's ok, because every point counts and everyone gets a trophy. What? Not everyone gets one? oh..

So we can see that Captain Picard was able to score a nice 308k points to take first, Metalord had 251K for second, and ChaChing earned 160k for third place. Let's give them a round of applesauce.

In Division 1 we had some more participants than last time, and they went to work!



Beating out 13 other operatives, The Gentleman moved up from 2nd to first with a mind-blowing 3.5 million points. Shinobi gave up his top spot but still took an impressive 1.7 Mill for the second place finish. Sarg kept his 3rd place spot and did it with almost 1.5 Mill points.

I have to admit I was very worried about this Atlas while it was going on. At 2 and a half hours left we were still about 2.4 million points away from goal. But the heroes were able to really push to get up , over, and well past that goal mark.

We have a weather report for next week coming in... TORNADOES! Lots of and lots of twisters for the heroes, villains, and everyone in between to stop on April 11th @ 8pm Server time. This will be a Movement Atlas, so get your Move It, Move It cards set and take a look at your gear to see if you can improve your points.

Attack cards will be boosted with Elemental Damage effects. Defense cards can be boosted in points by wearing Resist Elemental effects, and Movement itself can be boosted with Weaken Foe Movement % gear. Take advantage of all the points you can get!

I do want to apologize for my late article this week. I will try not to let the time blow away like that again.

Until next Time... See you in Oz!
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