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Knocking on Heaven's Door [MtG/Multicross/SI]

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Chapter Forty-Seven (Star Trek)
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    These were the voyages of the Enterprise. Through the infinite vastness of space, Captain Picard and his crew would set their sights upon the vast expanses of the galaxy in search of new forms of life, new discoveries and new means to bring forth the glory of a moralistic high ground for all to witness and be gleefully glad about humanity as the epicenter of understanding, acknowledgement and respectfulness.

    But I was not wrong in saying that these had been the voyages of the Enterprise. The USS-Enterprise-D's broken husk floated in space, corpses staying nearby with tiny trails of ice crystals growing over them. They had been dead for a long, long while. There was only one being still functioning, and it wasn't the spaceship's computer or its logs. I gingerly stepped on the torn commanding deck of the Enterprise, which had been ripped apart in half and caused the immediate death of all those aboard, and stared at the spot of the operation officer, where a humanoid figure remained frozen and covered in a light coat of ice.

    I could have restored only Data and acquired the information out of him, but I reckoned I could waste ten seconds to restore everything else as it had been.

    It was as I extended a hand to restore the broken husk of the Enterprise to full functions that a humanoid figure materialized from thin air. The man had brown hair and a pair of dark eyes, and while he was wearing a Starfleet red shit uniform, he wasn't a common human to begin with. Already, the streams of time and parallel realities formed as he tried various approaches in order to yield as much information from a single instant of time as possible, crafting nodes in the fabric of time and space as complicated as a Gordian knot.

    "Ah, the Tyrant," Q said, a smile on his lips. "The Q-Continuum—"

    "Utilizing words spoken by myself in the potential futures to have the appearance of knowing everything about myself is meaningless when I possess the necessary capacities to not only visualize multiple facets of the same reality upon different parallel streams, but also a firm determination to see you hanged and quartered should you try such measly tricks on me ever again," I replied nonchalantly and quite quickly, but I was sure he had caught every single one of my words with ease. As multiple parallel essays of his being were torn to shreds and annihilated before they even had a chance to try new methods, the Principal Reality that withheld the Q I was speaking to remained the only one in which he had not died a grisly death.

    The bridge closed with a snap and a soft hiss, and I materialized upon their respective seats all of the members of the Enterprise that had gone missing. They were all dead, their bodies in various states of dismemberment, but still easily restored into existence.

    Q actually blinked, his skin taking on a slightly greener hue before nodding. "Miss Arwall's words were not merely for show."

    "Nadia does not possess the ability to lie fruitfully," I replied as Mana left my fingertips to restore life to the frozen bodies, the broken bones knitting back together as I hummed, my hum becoming a symphony which spread across the metallic frame of the ship to restore power to its engines, sealing breaches and calling back to their original positions the corpses that had floated even light years away. "It is her charm, some might argue. If you know her, then you know of us Planeswalkers?"

    "Only a few things," Q answered, settling his suddenly materialized tie around his neck, his Starfleet red shirt uniform replaced with a black suit and white shirt combo. "The Q-Continuum tried to restore life to their bodies, but ultimately failed," he continued, flipping open a small compact grey pen, which in truth wasn't a pen, but something out of a Men In Black cameo. "We couldn't even undo the damage caused to the Enterprise."

    "A Planeswalker's attack on the very essence of reality will do that," I acquiesced, the whiff of Red Mana heavy in the air, mixed with...White? "Something that has been killed in body, soul and existence can't be restored by anything that belongs to that Plane," I slammed both of my hands together, the final touch to awaken the sleeping members of the Enterprise.

    "Power to shields!" Captain Picard yelled as the alarm of the Enterprise still blared on, his powerful voice carried over to the Chief Tactical Officer, the Klingon Worf. I waited patiently until it became clear to everyone aboard the bridge that they had two figures standing there that hadn't been there before, and they were no longer under attack.

    "Q," Jean-Luc Picard slowly stood up from his captain's chair, his expression for the most part unreadable, and yet quite easy to discern in annoyance and light anger.

    "This time I am innocent," Q answered, both hands raised as he shook his head quickly. "Which I understand is difficult to accept, but since I truly am, truth will always find a way, I say!" he smiled as he said that, and I simply scoffed.

    I glanced at Jean-Luc Picard, and then belatedly realized what had happened as his thoughts, and those of the rest of the bridge's officers, converged into my mind. While they definitely remembered Nadia, and her latest visit, all actions done by whoever had destroyed their ship had been erased from their minds. I sighed and then crossed my hands behind my back. "Miss La Arwall came through here, didn't she?" I asked, "And she was pursued," I stared outside the bridge's large frontal panel at the asteroid belt. "She didn't know that though, did she?"

    "Miss La Arwall...then, you are one of her kind?" Jean-Luc asked, his expression slowly losing the hard edge it had gathered at the sight of Q. "She came through here to ask for further understanding of our Replicator technology and our post-scarcity peace development," captain Picard continued. "She did not say where she was headed."

    I nodded, "I understand that, Captain," I spoke as I summoned forth from my left arm a small Sliver with beady silver eyes. "Lurker? Any traces?" I asked it, even though I could have just as easily thought the question out. The Sliver's eyes snapped in countless directions in less than a nanosecond, the ultra-sensible retina burning and regenerating just as swiftly. It shook its Sliver head, clearly having found nothing of interest even in the tiniest of atoms of dust. It disappeared back into my shoulder, not wasting a second to return to its slumber.

    "Ah, by the way, your memories might have been tampered with beyond your universe's ability to fix." I looked straight at the captain. "I will need to examine one of your crew," I said. "She has...gone missing, and I fear whoever is hunting her might be doing its best to hide his tracks. There are...holes in your memories, Captain Picard, just as there are in those of your bridge crew members."

    I extended tendrils from my back, tiny eyes and motes of Blue Mana forming around them as I began to gather the energy required to revert time backwards, rather than just heal the damage done. "It will not hurt, but understand that I am in a hurry," I continued. "Miss La Arwall has the bad habit of not defending herself from those who wish her harm, nor does she believe in the act of murder. Thus, I will merely give you twenty seconds to pick anyone from the bridge to have his memories of the events restored. As traumatizing as they may be, I guarantee you that unless they wish for it, I will not tamper with their memories and remove said knowledge from their heads." I jabbed my thumb in Q's direction, "Should you wish for it, I will also add the genocide of the Q-Continuum's species as an added bonus."

    "Hey!" Q exclaimed, his eyes wide. "That's—No!"

    I scoffed, and then looked straight into Captain Picard's eyes. "At the end of the twenty seconds, I will simply pick myself. Apologies, but I am in a hurry."

    I began to count down slowly, not really giving the rest of the crew the time to think about alternatives. Then again, Worf accepted on the grounds of being a Klingon and being scared of nothing before I could even reach the count of sixteen.

    "Very well," I said as I took a deep breath, "It will not hurt."

    Thus I read his mind as time spiraled backwards inside his head, and let me tell you that understanding what one says while they try to speak backwards is one thing, but understanding speed-of-thought words spoken backwards is another. Especially when they came in Klingon, and my Klingon was a bit rusty to begin with.

    Thus there they stood on the torn bridge as the pressure came less and the air dispersed, a massive and powerfully built humanoid, clad in black with long ram-like horns twisted in the form of the symbol of infinity, and eyes burning with a fierce inner white light and near it a white-skinned Kor with Hedron-like symbols smudged in black grease.

    The Dahaka was one thing. The woman though...where had I seen her before?
     
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    • Chapter Forty-Eight (Macross Frontier)

    The Aetheric trails of the duo of Planeswalkers was still hot, for such a definition, by the time I reached upon the Plane of Macross Frontier. The streets of the large colony ship were bustling with people, and since no one was screaming or dying, it was pretty clear that the duo of Planeswalkers looking for Nadia hadn't come in with their guns blazing. Perhaps it was because they couldn't detect the trails of Aether left by the passage of their fellow Sparks, or perhaps they simply had other means of seeking out their prey, but it was clear they were prowling for Nadia, and they were doing their hardest not to get caught in the act.

    A Planeswalker could always run away, so the approach had to be subtle.

    I didn't need such compulsions, but at the same time I knew the best way of catching Nadia's attention could either revolve around a mass murder, or something a bit less bloody and more civilized. A passerby wearing fancy clothes handed me a pamphlet about Sheryl Nome's latest incoming concert, and as I nonchalantly passed through towards the theater per she was supposed to sing in a few hours, my senses twitched as I came to a halt in a playground.

    "Rean si dne rouy," a voice of shadows and darkness hissed from the nearby sand square, twin eyes of burning white fire emerging from the tight confines.

    "Speak properly or don't speak at all," I replied with a snap, "I can't be bothered to listen to your words in reverse," tentacles of darkness sprouted as the light dimmed all around us, lofty waves of Black Mana burning into the ground and aging it drastically beyond repair, to the point where the dirt itself broke through the cracks in the metal below.

    "You will be removed, Tyrant, like all those before you," the Dahaka hissed as pulsing shafts of white light burst through the darkness all around me, tentatively burning through the first layer of my skin as I merely watched with a bored and dispassionate expression the Planeswalker in front of me. His form fully materialized from the playground's sand, and as he stood up to his massive size, I snickered.

    I snickered and then pointed at his head. The Dahaka stared at my finger for a bit, and as the sand began to twist in small tornadoes around us, he slowly raised his left hand towards his horns.

    A bright green plastic bucket remained hooked in the middle of his horns, and as the Dahaka touched its folds, and widened its white burning eyes, I began to laugh as I clutched my stomach. "You must be an alteration!" I laughed uproariously as I shook my head, "If you were the real thing, that sort of...oh, well, can't win them all."

    The green plastic bucket broke under the grip of the Dahaka's claws, and as he howled and rushed forth towards me, I simply twisted my frame to the side as I slithered out of the grasp of his claws, tentacles of darkness and sand shattering from his stomach to pin me against the floor. Or they would have, had highly pressurized jets of water not left the countless mouths forming upon my chest.

    Slivers emerged, their skin translucent as they emitted dolphin-like sounds, piercing through the darkness with beams of light and strong gale-like winds. Silently the net resounded into existence, pale ethereal wisps connecting to one another as the plane began to separate from the rest of the Blind Eternities, the Dahaka roaring as it didn't realize what was going on, merely rushing ahead like a mad bull seeking its path out.

    It knew no tricks and no magics, but as I avoided one of its claws, it abruptly lashed out with a tentacle and sliced apart my right shoulder, the coarse sand digging into the bleeding flesh of the Slivers that formed the upper layers of my skin. The meowing sounds of newborn Slivers beneath them made me swiftly disappear from the dark spiraling sands as the twisting dimension of time seemed to answer the Dahaka with ease.

    Beyond the hurricane of darkness and sand, the playground had begun to twist as gruesome humanoid monsters made of sand spread out from the people who had been nearby, the vicious existence known as the Sands of Time breaking into the flesh of the humans to transform them into monstrosities without any purpose but that of killing. The Dahaka's tentacles emerged from the hurricane of darkness and sand, my feet hitting the air as if it were solid as I dodged the blows, Mana swelling into existence at the tip of my fingers as concussive blasts of fire crystallized the sand into glass, which shattered under the pressure of sharp claws.

    Slivers burst free from my skin, their talons meeting the deformed fingers of the mutated sand creatures as I stopped to glance at the Dahaka's twisting of Black Mana for its purpose. The deformed creatures of sand died as the energy of their souls gathered into the palm of the Black Planeswalker, a thrumming whip made of dark energies with tiny flames of crimson fire appeared in his hand, and as it snapped towards the head crest of a Sliver thrum, it decapitated the creature in one fell strike.

    The next second the Dahaka had to use both extremities of its whip in order to avoid the downward slash of a large crystalline talon, as a Sliver as tall as it pummeled into his frame, sending him to skid backwards on the courtyard.

    Two more limbs emerged from the Sliver's midriff, throwing the Dahaka further back and ripping through its chest as the creature of sand and time howled in anger.

    "!elbativeni eht epacse tonnac uoY!" the Dahaka snarled, white sand gathering in steams around the crystalline Sliver, the coarse grains failing to as much as scratch the hard diamond-like surface of its skin.

    "I don't even know why I'm bothering," I said with a sigh, before smiling softly. "Ah, right, because this way, I get to draw the attention of your comrade in arms." I inclined my head to the side. "It's a pity you don't possess a form of brain I can read, or I'd have already understood why you're looking for Nadia of all people. Don't you know she's a pacifist? She'd never join you in whatever form of silly revolution you're planning...because that's what you're doing, isn't it? Down with the Tyrant and all that senseless tripe..."

    The Dahaka extended his left hand, having let go of the summoned whip, and as its tentacles grew thicker and stronger, it bound the Sliver and began to exercise enough pressure to crack its hardened skin. The hurricanes of sand had meanwhile laid waste to the nearby buildings, even as the mobilized forces within the city had begun to wake up from their slumber. Still, they were keeping their distances.

    It was as the Dahaka lost itself to its fury and desire of cracking the crystalline-hided Sliver to pieces that I felt the presence of two other Sparks coming into existence, the temporary Net cast around us unable to withstand the pressure as it hadn't been linked across the whole Plane. One of the two I recognized, the second not so much.

    I took my distances as a pillar of starlight and blinding ringing bells echoed in the air, the surface upon which the Dahaka had been melting to nothingness just like the rest of the Macross Frontier's hull miles below our feet. It was simply because I didn't wish to experiment another explosive decompression that I sealed the breach caused by the spell with my own magic.

    The Dahaka was a magnificent glass sculpture, with quite the fine details upon its deformed in rage face. The Planeswalker Spark within its chest still burned brightly, and inside the glass the darkness that suffused its existence was already starting to grow once more.

    "Wasn't the net a clear sign I didn't wish to be bothered?" I asked, turning my sight upwards to the sources of my annoyance.

    "Oi Tyrant, is that anyway to speak to the likes of me? Don't you remember? Where monsters rampage, I'm there to take them down!" the red-haired woman said brightly, "Where treasures glitter, I'll claim them! When an enemy rises to face me, victory will be mine!"

    "This guy was not rampaging," I drawled back, "I had everything under control," I continued as I looked past the woman and to her young charge with hazel hair and a staff in her hands. "She sparked recently?"

    "Yeah, and in a bad way too, can't find her way back home this one!" the long red-haired woman slammed a hand against the back of the younger floating Planeswalker, and then gingerly pried from her hands the staff she was holding, much to the young girl's surprise. "When you're done playing with your food, you sicko, can you help this fair maiden send this little one back home?"

    I felt the twitch of the Net's array break as pillars of rock rose to crack apart the Dahaka's glass frame, the darkness inside shimmering as it quickly dispersed into another plane. The other Planeswalker did the same, but as I felt the Spark of Nadia near in a hurry, it was clear that the duo hadn't been able to find their target.

    I sighed as I watched Lina Inverse and her young charge descend from the skies to land right in front of me. Lina was wearing her usual adventurer outfit, and her young charge was instead wearing a one piece white uniform of sorts with dark blue lines and golden buttons, two blue ribbons holding her hair in a twin ponytail style.

    "This little girl here is Nanoha! Nanoha, this is the guy that explained what it means to be as awesome as me to myself," she grinned from ear to ear. "And now he's gonna do the same for you, see ya, Tyrant."

    And then she simply upped and left, as it was typical of her.

    "So..." I said quite calmly as I looked at the quivering form of Nanoha Takamachi, apparently not one day over twelve, with her staff no longer in her hands as Lina had appropriated it. "Your name is Nanoha?"

    Nanoha didn't answer.

    Nadia had arrived on the back of a giant lion after all, and Planeswalker or not, a giant roaring lion was enough of a jump scare to take the words right out of the throats of everyone in the nearby proximity.

    "Shade!" Nadia yelled from the back of her lion, her long dark blue hair tied in a ponytail with a white ribbon, her eyes narrow as she wore her usual outfit for Planeswalking, which consisted of an indecent show of dark skin interrupted by a leather skirt and jacket and her upper torso further hidden by a white shirt that did nothing but show the most generous of decollete.

    The countless golden rings around her earlobes were also a gaudy show in my modest opinion.

    "Not my fault," I said most resolutely.

    Nadia did not look convinced.

    Exterminate an entire Plane more than once, and suddenly every singular event of mass destruction must be attributed to you.

    It's unfair I tell you.

    Utterly unfair.
     
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    • So we have Shade, Lina Inverse, Nanoha, and Nadia all chilling in the wreckage of the Macross Frontier? God I love crossovers.
     
    We still don't know how Shade got that specific nom de guerre. For all we know, it was originally something benign like him enforcing the proper way to have coffee. Then his opposition warped it into an evil overlord thing, like a tale grown long in the telling.
     
    Kataphraktos said:
    We still don't know how Shade got that specific nom de guerre. For all we know, it was originally something benign like him enforcing the proper way to have coffee. Then his opposition warped it into an evil overlord thing, like a tale grown long in the telling.
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    That is exactly what happened to him.....well not really. He knew he would be villainized by most Planeswalkers but he did it anyways. Shade set down a few rules such as:

    1.No Planeswalker shall kill another.
    2.Don't mess with Phyrexia or the Eldrazi
    And several others I can't remember.

    Predictably Planeswalkers didn't like this new restriction to their freedom and ignored these rules or attacked Shade directly and he handily beat them in turn. What exactly happened will be up to shadenight123. Thus he got the name Tyrant and now Planeswalkers are now scheming against him.

    Course this is how I think Shade got the name Tyrant and I may be totally and completely wrong.
     
    Tyran Vizoris said:
    That is exactly what happened to him.....well not really. He knew he would be villainized by most Planeswalkers but he did it anyways. Shade set down a few rules such as:

    1.No Planeswalker shall kill another.
    2.Don't mess with Phyrexia or the Eldrazi
    And several others I can't remember.

    Predictably Planeswalkers didn't like this new restriction to their freedom and ignored these rules or attacked Shade directly and he handily beat them in turn. What exactly happened will be up to shadenight123. Thus he got the name Tyrant and now Planeswalkers are now scheming against him.

    Course this is how I think Shade got the name Tyrant and I may be totally and completely wrong.
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    He obviously stole all coffee from every plane and never shares any!
     
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