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[widxwskiss-blog]

Alive At All Costs

starter for @captainrasmot using Tom Neumann in the Overwatch verse)) A new mission popped up for Widowmaker. Apparently Talon was unable to neutralize and extract a valuable target in England, King's Row. The mission specifies to capture the target alive at all costs. With the mission data is several pictures of a figure in a dark green armored suit of some kind. The bottom of the feed reads "Tom Neumann/Pallas, Project Titan." There is no further information.

Widowmaker was deployed before she had even finished reading all the details of her mission. On the hovercraft, she unscrolled the flexiglass screen and read through the details of her mission, trying to ignore the small squad of Talon agents. Normally she worked alone, save for a few situations, but apparently Talon had decided she’d need the backup. 

As she scrolled through the files, one mission specifications made her normally neutral expression turn into a scowl, causing the agents to shift uncomfortably by the suddenly... angry aura that was radiating from the talented assassin. 

Never once had Talon wasted her skill on capturing a target alive, they had recruits for a reason. Glowering at the screen in her hands she continued to study the pictures of this Tom Neumann. Perhaps he was more of a handful than he seemed if Talon was having trouble capturing him. Sighing and rolling up the screen, stashing it in the pouch at the small of her back, she stood, readying her rifle and venom mines. Loading her sniper with armor piercing bullets, high quality stuff that Talon stored away for... specific jobs, she packed extra rounds and readied for the bird to make it’s descent. 

When the bird was close enough to the rooftop, she repelled down after commanding the small troops to wait for her order. 

King’s Row, the site of one of her finest kills. Perhaps being here would grant her more luck, even if she wasn’t allowed to kill. 

Widowmaker made her way from rooftop to rooftop, occasionally scanning the crowds whenever she got the chance. At least this time around there were no guards patrolling. 

A suit of armor was easy enough to find, even amongst all the Omnics that roamed King’s Row. Finally, she spotted what she was looking for. Tom Neumann, aka Project Titan, was roaming amongst the crowd, aimlessly, from what it seemed. 

Narrowing her eyes, Widowmaker peered through the scope, examining her target closely. The crowd would pose a problem, but one shot would quickly solve that. 

Touching the comm device in her ear, she quickly laid out a plan, easy enough for the other agents to follow. The trap would be set, and it would start with one bullet. 

Shooting her grappling hook to an another ledge, she readied herself. Stepping off the building she peered through the scope, quickly aiming before firing the bullet that aimed straight for Project Titan’s shoulder. When she was close enough to the ground, she released the grapple, landing on the ground with a roll, watching as the crowd frantically scattered. 

Widowmaker rested her rifle against her shoulder, raising her left hand in the shape of a gun. Once she was sure the target had spotted her, she pretended to shoot. 

“Voyons voir ce que vous pouvez faire.”

[protectoralyndrah-blog]

I’m on a sort of hiatus? I’ve become Overwatch trash and that means I’ve lost a bit of muse for Alyn. I’ll be going on a vacation next week with no internet connection for a week. But once I’m back, if not before I leave I’ll try to sit down and get some replies out. Feel free to drop by on my new OW blog though. @widxwskiss

Apologies to my RP partners. I’ll try I swear.

[protectoralyndrah-blog]

@captainrasmot

For those of you wondering, this is for this thing right here

http://captainrasmot.tumblr.com/post/144746621827/pick-a-number-from-1-46-for-an-au-starter-no

So if you want to suggest another AU, or do one yourself, you are free to do so. 18 on the chart is a Supernatural AU. Now, i don’t watch the show so i’m going with the only Supernatural i know of. Which is the phenomenon. I discussed this with the partner so it’s fine *nod* So here it goes. In fact i am going to actually kinda take a page out of the recent Doom game for this intro. ))

Dark red clouds rolled and gathered on the planet, a storm was approaching of hellish magnitude. A small ship glided through the atmosphere and through a hail of rocks and stones of various metals and ores. Every single piece of debris bounced and rolled off of the powerful energy shielding of the shuttle as it struggled to come in for a soft or safe landing. The pilot at the seat continued to grip the controls and try to keep the entire thing from smacking into the ground. His struggles won out as he finally got the shuttle down but it landed with a deep thud before bouncing twice from the speed of the impact and finally skidding across coarse rock and sand towards a large cave. The shuttle barely fit inside but it was close enough.

Rasmot shrugged off the safety harness of the pilot’s seat and walked towards the rear. He definitely had lost whomever was chasing him in the planet’s storm but he had to wait for it to clear up. As near as he could guess it was a proto-planet, in early development. Or at least that’s what he could guess because the chronometer was going haywire. For every day outside of the planet’s atmosphere and gravity, it seemed like 5 years would pass on the planet. Either it was spinning wildly out of control or it was an intended part of the planet’s cycle. Rasmot was about to get something to drink from the co-pilot’s stasis pod when a dull thud alerted him. Glancing 50 different ways he finally deduced where it came from. It was outside and it was near the rear of the shuttle, close to the power core.

With a frown he quickly went for the locker and shrugged off his clothes before donning the EVA suit within. The air outside was a soup of Methane, Carbon Dioxide and Nitrogen. It would’ve been perfect for life, and still might be, but there was the constant time dilation of the planet itself. Rasmot shook his head as he checked the oxygen line. Either it was a rock or two or something more serious. Something could be broken. Inspection first, repairs later. Rasmot palmed the airlock and let the air get sucked away from the cabin before the doors opened to a roaring and thundering orchestra of wind and thunder. Rasmot gripped the side of the shuttle and lowered himself down and sealed it up before walking towards the rear. Howling gales and wind forces beyond normal standards made it hard to walk. Thankfully some veins of pure iron had been exposed. He walked along them as the magnetic soles kicked in.

As soon as he made it towards the entrance he quickly saw the problem. The storm was blowing at an angle towards the cave. Rasmot brought up his left arm and tapped in a few commands onto the arm panel.

“Computer! Activate a low level shield! Just enough to deflect rock and debris and not enough to drain main power. Do not use plasma stores! draw directly from the Elem-Stone generator!”

There was a pause before static filtered into his helmet. “Acknowledged. Activating low level shield now.”

A bright bubble of yellow light surrounded the shuttle. He was about to walk back towards the shuttle when a large rock deflected off of the shield, and smacked him in the center of the suit. The rock flung him backwards a good 50 meters before his back slammed into a rock and caused minor whiplash. All of the Nano-Drones in his blood were working over time but it was already too late. He was starting to blackout from the extreme impact. There was no way he could make it back to the ship in his condition, nor during the storm. Before he blacked out completely he tapped in a command into his suit to activate emergency stasis for 5 days. He pressed enter and laid back fully against the ground, rocks starting to pile around him and some eventually becoming sand. The world started to grow dark.

—

Incense seemed to fill the air along with the mumbles of chants and prayers. A deep groan escaped Rasmot’s throat as his hand moved to his face. Wait. That’s not right. Groggily he started to sit up as his hand rubbed and ran along his bare face. There should have been a helmet in his way. In fact he looked to his hands and saw that there were chains bound around his wrists. The hell? Rasmot tugged at the chains with a deep frown before assessing his body. He was bare save for some sort of loincloth around his nether regions. And there were runes or symbols all written along his body. It seemed like they were all written in blood. A pause came to him as he started to discern the symbols. He knew them. It was the demonic script of Zhulkhan.

A growl escaped his throat as he tugged at the chains harder. Either these people wanted to play with fire or they were true believers of the ways of Zhulkhan. Pushing his strength and body to the limit he finally broke the cuff around his right hand and pulled the left free from it’s bindings. How the hell did the idea of the Zhulkhan cult get out here anyways? He was thousands upon thousands of light years from home. In fact where in the hell WAS he? Rasmot glanced around after he freed himself from his bindings. It was a cave of some kind. An excavation? There were digging tools and supports in place. But otherwise there were lit candles, incense, and runes painted and etched into the floors and walls. Like the ones on his body. It took him a moment to realize it was all blood.

Disgusted, Rasmot glanced around to try and find something he could use to clean himself off. Instead he found a weapon nearby and a satchel strapped to it. A primitive weapon to be sure, a scattergun if memory served true. Double barrel and it used actual shells. More than that it was sawn off. How long was he out? Rasmot looked around frantically and walked towards the entrance with the shotgun in hand. A sigh of relief escaped his throat as he found his EVA suit. The entire thing was embedded into a cut of stone. Probably from a deep dig underground. He pulled the suit free with a few tugs and checked the wrist. Instead of 5 days, the suit put him under for 50 days … worse yet that was 50 days normal time.That meant 250 years had passed on the planet. 250 years … and they had shotguns?

The cult of Zhulkhan. That’s how they worked on his home as well. They came through a portal and brought gifts of advanced technology to those who sought power. He yanked the water container free from the suit and poured a small amount onto his body and cleared off the blood runes. If there was a portal, it was further down. Considering how backwards the tech was, maybe it was just low tier technology for now. He glanced around and found clothes and a leather backpack nearby. Rasmot put the suit into the back and donned the clothes. There was a black cloth shirt almost suitable for a priest of some kind, brown pair of rugged pants, a leather jacket and a leather hat. The hat was some kind of western style or similar to what a Vampire hunter would wear.

He walked back towards where he woke up and looked at the wall behind the Dias he was on. There was a lever with a skull on the handle. He knew where this idea was going. Before pulling the lever he loaded the shotgun with a quick motion. It had been a while but he remembered days where he used such weapons. He pulled the lever and let the rock slide away to open up the way to a dungeon. Rasmot picked up a candle and lit a torch before pulled the torch from it’s sconce on the wall and walked into the dungeon. If anything he hoped his shuttle was somewhere near, if it was he could try to get it out of there. But if it wasn’t he was going to have to do some interrogating. Finding and shutting off the Zhulkhan portal however took primary concern. As he walked further down, he wondered what hellish demons he may find, or demonic halfbreeds lurked the corridors.

Alyndrah tried to work the lock with a pin that the demons had failed to take away from her. She had come to investigate a rising suspicion. The beings that had showed up so many years and had offered gifts to a village that had been on the verge of being wiped out had been welcomed with open arms. The strangest part was, even after the town had took a stand against a neighboring town that had been trying to bully theirs into submission, no survivors, no bodies had been found. Years passed, and some people did not grant them their trust, despite the offerings the demons had provided. Alyndrah’s family was one of them. The distrust had spurred from the sightings of other evil creatures that had began to appear around the surrounding land, vampires, werewolves, and other demons. Her father had tried to keep his suspicions quiet, but it seemed that talk had caught up with him. Two days ago he had been gone before the sun had even come up. Anger had driven her actions, causing her to seek out the abominations’ hiding place to find her father. Though her father had taught her how to fight, she did not last very long against the droves of demons that had overwhelmed her, even with the assistance of the “revolver” as the demons called it, that she had taken from of the other townsman. Footsteps made her stop her attempt at working the lock, quickly hiding the pink in her hair, moving to the back of the cell. She brushed the rust bars of the cage on the sides of the tunic she wore. The demons had left her with nearly nothing. Alyndrah prepared a glare for whatever demon had entered, but was surprised to find someone more human-like. She moved forward and grabbed hold of the bars of the cage. “You there, please, help me out of here."

[darkgoddesslaine]

From the Heavens, to the mud (cont)

“My people call them Elem-Stones, however their official designation is E-365 or Element 365.” Rasmot held up the gems embedded into his gauntlets as they glimmered and gleamed a constant vibrant rainbow. “These crystals are naturally occurring taps into what we call the “Verikorous” or grand stream of energy. As such they are able to create the 8 elemental energies of the universe.” He snapped his fingers, a small flame lighting on the tip of his index finger as he held it aloft. “For instance, Fire.” Rasmot shook away the flame and with just a casual wave of his hand a small gust of wind wrapped around them only to blow away. “Or even air. Those are just minor imprinted spells i can think of mentally. But it depends on the affinity of the user.”

After a moment he shrugged. “However we also use it for more practical purposes, Electricity for homes, power for Starships, or even to cause the universal barriers to ripple just enough to “dive” directly into Hyperspace.” He looked at her for a long moment before putting on an apologetic smile. “Lots of Sciencey stuff in short.” Rasmot gestured to the shuttle. “But these, are how i was able to pull that back from wherever dark void you were sending it before it was too late. That requires more concentrated spell work and physical strain of course.”

The goddess listened to him dully, trying to take interest, but having not a single clue about what he was referring to.  Her gaze shifted over to the shuttle as he motioned to it and slowly her eyes wandering to the setting sun.  Watching an orange haze crawl its way over the horizon; bathing everything in a warm golden glow.

“...”  She held up a finger to him, directing him to stop for a moment before speaking. “It’s going to be dark soon, and you’ll find no shelter from this world in that shuttle of yours. You had best come with me.”  She was blunt, direct and to the point - like he wanted.

Her feet carried her in the opposite direction, looking back once to make sure he was following. “Your -”

“What was it called,” she muttered to herself briefly.

“ - Ship, will be fine however, no need to make a fuss about it. Hurry along.”  The raven could feel her energy exhausting quicker than usual.  Perhaps the power she had lent to him had begun to take a toll on her. Once she reached the comforts of her own walls she’d be able to relax - but not out here.

The black bird could feel the sun’s gaze on her back, it had quickly caught up to her and would soon leave her behind. The idea of a hot bath couldn’t be fonder of an idea at the moment, just something to relax her nerves and settle her in for the night.

“You can return for your ship in the morning.” The goddess reassured him, watching the sunset stretch far out into the distance now.

[protectoralyndrah-blog]

Twilight Burning

@captainrasmot

this is for the Space AU, going to try to make this prompt post as ambiguous as possible mostly to give a sort of free reign for you to do anything with. Will continue this through my Sci-FI RP blog. Kinda want to use Sci-Fi Ras for this, but either way hope the title works for you as well *nod* ))

Pockets of gas hung around this region of space, starlight illuminating their full bodies as the clouds continued to gather and stretch. Waves of gravity reached out to the clouds of gas and pulled them every which way possible, stretching and bunching before pulling them apart again. This Nebula was the remains of a star that had already gone nova. But instead there was no young star and no black hole, what was left was a vast emptiness where there should have been new life. Where there was once planets there was nothing but rock dust and gas. Asteroids and fragments of dead worlds tumbled into the yawning dark to find their place among other stars while gravity played with the gas. The presence of no newborn nursing star was peculiar but so was the remaining traces of neutrino particles left behind from the star’s explosion. Instead of dispersing far and wide into the galaxy they hung and remain, charging the Nebula with ions as sparks of plasma flickered and played out amongst the clouds. 

Space began to ripple in the Nebula, like a stone was tossed into a lake and causing the water to make rings. This phenomenon started to excite the plasma even further in the nebula, large bolts of plasma streaking across the clouds of gas in a great display of raw power. Whatever was causing space to ripple was being done by a lot of energy. And as space was rippling faster and faster, it was apparent that something was coming through the ripples in space.

Alyndrah frowned, Rasmot hadn’t been wrong about the strange events going on in these deep reaches of space. Normally their team focused on events closer to colonies, but Rasmot had found a pattern. These nebula’s were getting closer with each star destroyed. What made her worry even more was evidence of a possible portal forming. “Let’s investigate this before it becomes a problem, we’ll need to be ready for anything.” she said, taking a step back from the screen. Her footsteps fell with loud metal thuds. It was thanks to the bulky exoskeleton she wore. Though she could move with ease, it increased her strength and defenses like no other. Her under armor regulated her body temperature, and with her visor included, she could withstand almost any harsh environment, space or planet-side, she ran into. The visor was black, and reflective. On the inside held a holographic display that helped her maneuver her surroundings. Her exoskeleton armor was painted black, with small light purple details, though the armor was dented and scratched in some places. Alyndrah glanced to Rasmot, biting the inside of her cheek. She hoped the problem wasn’t as bad as it seemed. She knew the problems with exploring such deep space. No body was typically happy with what they found. The worst part was that there was always more to find. But that’s what their team was for. A small squad of five that could eliminate threats without mass displays of power.