A Quest. Azmuth will show Reed Richards what it's all about.
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And So it Begins
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It is time to choose.
Who are you?
[ ] A psychic synthetic life-form. Your telepathy and telekinesis is peerless, but your empathy and physical prowess are less so. (Mewtwo)
[ ] Another synthetic life-form, but much the opposite of the last. Your physical strength is phenomenal, and your speed nears hypersonic levels. Your power is such that you must wear inhibitor rings to keep the innocent unharmed, but your mental capabilities leave much to be desired. (Shadow the Hedgehog)
[ ] An alien scientist of unparalleled genius. Your mind is the greatest in three galaxies, debatably five. You are stranded, and the only thing you have left, apart from your genius? Your greatest creation, the pinnacle of genetic achievement; the Omnitrix. (First Thinker Azmuth)
[ ] A fallen hero. A sympathetic villain. A savior. A monster. You are all these things and more. You were changed into another dragon to put a stop to your evil, and your soul should have faded into oblivion. But you are here, instead, in a weak prey body. However, you still have the only thing you've ever needed; your magic. And you're determined to do it right this time. You're not evil. Not anymore. (Darkstalker, would-be King of Pyrrhia)
Where are you?
[ ] A world of monsters, magic, technology, and gods. Somehow, it avoids spiraling into oblivion, thanks to its avengers. (Marvel Universe)
[ ] A world under near-constant attack by the forces of evil. Evil takes many forms; New Gods, eldritch abominations, ordinary men. But then, so does good. (DC Universe)
[ ] A world that is many. A galaxy torn asunder twice over. A darkness has fallen over it. But pockets of the light survive even now. (Star Wars Galaxy)
First thing I want to say; I own none of these amazing ideas. Second thing; take it easy on me, this is my first time doing anything. Third thing; I'm sorry there are no write-ins right now, but I am not omniscient.
Okay. Let's go.
Who are you?
[ ] A psychic synthetic life-form. Your telepathy and telekinesis is peerless, but your empathy and physical prowess are less so. (Mewtwo)
[ ] Another synthetic life-form, but much the opposite of the last. Your physical strength is phenomenal, and your speed nears hypersonic levels. Your power is such that you must wear inhibitor rings to keep the innocent unharmed, but your mental capabilities leave much to be desired. (Shadow the Hedgehog)
[ ] An alien scientist of unparalleled genius. Your mind is the greatest in three galaxies, debatably five. You are stranded, and the only thing you have left, apart from your genius? Your greatest creation, the pinnacle of genetic achievement; the Omnitrix. (First Thinker Azmuth)
[ ] A fallen hero. A sympathetic villain. A savior. A monster. You are all these things and more. You were changed into another dragon to put a stop to your evil, and your soul should have faded into oblivion. But you are here, instead, in a weak prey body. However, you still have the only thing you've ever needed; your magic. And you're determined to do it right this time. You're not evil. Not anymore. (Darkstalker, would-be King of Pyrrhia)
Where are you?
[ ] A world of monsters, magic, technology, and gods. Somehow, it avoids spiraling into oblivion, thanks to its avengers. (Marvel Universe)
[ ] A world under near-constant attack by the forces of evil. Evil takes many forms; New Gods, eldritch abominations, ordinary men. But then, so does good. (DC Universe)
[ ] A world that is many. A galaxy torn asunder twice over. A darkness has fallen over it. But pockets of the light survive even now. (Star Wars Galaxy)
First thing I want to say; I own none of these amazing ideas. Second thing; take it easy on me, this is my first time doing anything. Third thing; I'm sorry there are no write-ins right now, but I am not omniscient.
Okay. Let's go.
Second Place is Just First Loser
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[X] An alien scientist of unparalleled genius. Your mind is the greatest in three galaxies, debatably five. You are stranded, and the only thing you have left, apart from your genius? Your greatest creation, the pinnacle of genetic achievement; the Omnitrix. (First Thinker Azmuth)
[X] A world of monsters, magic, technology, and gods. Somehow, it avoids spiraling into oblivion, thanks to its avengers. (Marvel Universe)
[ ] In the northeastern area of the closest continent. (Near New York City, superhero capital of the world. High chance of quickly being discovered by a superhero team. 50% chance of the Avengers, 40% chance of the Fantastic Four, 10% chance of a solo hero. For those of you who want to get things going.)
[ ] In the western area of the closest continent. (The Rocky Mountains. Isolated area with little enough of anything. Low chance of being discovered by anyone at first. However, when you are found, it will be by the local government. For those of you who want to play the long game.)
[X] A world of monsters, magic, technology, and gods. Somehow, it avoids spiraling into oblivion, thanks to its avengers. (Marvel Universe)
The ship was lost. Azmuth didn't need his intellect to tell him that. After so long fleeing the Kree, the chase was finally over. Oh, he was still alive, and with any luck he would stay that way. But Azmuth's ship was dead in the water, about to crash-land on a backwater Level 2 technology world. Azmuth was a member of the Galvan species, a race of amphibious sophonts. Small by the standards of other races, but undisputedly the greatest minds in the known universe. And he was the greatest of them all. Yet, he was the one that doomed his own world. In creating Ascalon, he destroyed Galvan Prime. The Sword of the Universe was Azmuth's greatest mistake.
The all-powerful weapon was stolen by a well-intentioned warrior, hoping to bring peace to his home world. Instead, he turned his home into an asteroid field with one strike. Azmuth reclaimed his invention and destroyed it, but Ascalon had already captured the attention of the Kree Empire. The Kree launched an all-out assault on Galvan Prime in order to coerce Azmuth to create similar weapons for them. The Galvans fought to defend their First Thinker, but they were overwhelmed. Azmuth fled the planet with the only chance to restore his race; the Omnitrix. A portable genetic library of every alien species Azmuth had ever encountered. In other words, nearly every species in the universe. It was both the tool of an ambassador and a savior of extinct races.
Brilliance can blind just as much as ignorance, the diminutive alien thought to himself. Azmuth sighed as he maneuvered his ship to crash-land. But I must keep my new invention out of the unworthy hands. At any cost.
Luckily, the Kree and the Skrulls alike tended to avoid this region of space, due to its its strategic position between the two interstellar empires. It might buy him enough time to repair his ship.
Where does Azmuth aim his dying ship to crash-land?The all-powerful weapon was stolen by a well-intentioned warrior, hoping to bring peace to his home world. Instead, he turned his home into an asteroid field with one strike. Azmuth reclaimed his invention and destroyed it, but Ascalon had already captured the attention of the Kree Empire. The Kree launched an all-out assault on Galvan Prime in order to coerce Azmuth to create similar weapons for them. The Galvans fought to defend their First Thinker, but they were overwhelmed. Azmuth fled the planet with the only chance to restore his race; the Omnitrix. A portable genetic library of every alien species Azmuth had ever encountered. In other words, nearly every species in the universe. It was both the tool of an ambassador and a savior of extinct races.
Brilliance can blind just as much as ignorance, the diminutive alien thought to himself. Azmuth sighed as he maneuvered his ship to crash-land. But I must keep my new invention out of the unworthy hands. At any cost.
Luckily, the Kree and the Skrulls alike tended to avoid this region of space, due to its its strategic position between the two interstellar empires. It might buy him enough time to repair his ship.
[ ] In the northeastern area of the closest continent. (Near New York City, superhero capital of the world. High chance of quickly being discovered by a superhero team. 50% chance of the Avengers, 40% chance of the Fantastic Four, 10% chance of a solo hero. For those of you who want to get things going.)
[ ] In the western area of the closest continent. (The Rocky Mountains. Isolated area with little enough of anything. Low chance of being discovered by anyone at first. However, when you are found, it will be by the local government. For those of you who want to play the long game.)
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Three is a Crowd
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[X] In the northeastern area of the closest continent. (Near New York City, superhero capital of the world. High chance of quickly being discovered by a superhero team. 50% chance of the Avengers, 40% chance of the Fantastic Four, 10% chance of a solo hero. For those of you who want to get things going.)
Sorry, DylantheTrue, but you didn't mark your vote. Roll... 66. The Fantastic Four. You guys actually got pretty lucky. Abundant resources, but no Tony Stark pestering you for help with his armors. The Fantastic Four is kind of like the Goldilocks Zone for this roll. Not too much, not too little.
Azmuth checked the crashed ship's systems. Then he let out a groan of disappointment. It would never fly again, and it was unlikely that Azmuth could repair the ship on a Level 2 technology world. He was stranded. He could do nothing but make contact with the primitive locals. He activated a distress beacon. This beacon was personally fine-tuned to be undetectable outside a planet's atmosphere. Only the locals would find his ship.
Almost immediately, there was a responding transmission from the nearby city. "This is Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four, transmitting to the derelict alien ship crashed just outside Brooklyn, New York. If there's anyone left aboard the ship, can you read me? Are you in need of assistance? Are you friend or foe?"
Azmuth replied, "This is First Thinker Azmuth of Galvan Prime. Whatever's left of it. I read you, and my ship is irreparably damaged. So yes, I need assistance. And I am not your enemy, unless you decide to make me one."
"Very well. I will be there soon with my team to establish contact. Is this agreeable?"
"It is. I will be waiting."
He seems to be a reasonable sapient, Azmuth thought to himself. But how to present himself to the locals?
[ ] Show yourself as you are. It will instill a measure of trust. (But it will also show the world what you really look like... and how vulnerable you are physically.)
[ ] Use the Omnitrix to appear as a Cerebrocrustacean. (Brainstorm) It will conceal your body's weak nature.
[ ] Wear one of your older inventions; power armor based on the Galvanic Mechamorphs that you created, albeit by accident.
Sorry, DylantheTrue, but you didn't mark your vote. Roll... 66. The Fantastic Four. You guys actually got pretty lucky. Abundant resources, but no Tony Stark pestering you for help with his armors. The Fantastic Four is kind of like the Goldilocks Zone for this roll. Not too much, not too little.
Azmuth checked the crashed ship's systems. Then he let out a groan of disappointment. It would never fly again, and it was unlikely that Azmuth could repair the ship on a Level 2 technology world. He was stranded. He could do nothing but make contact with the primitive locals. He activated a distress beacon. This beacon was personally fine-tuned to be undetectable outside a planet's atmosphere. Only the locals would find his ship.
Almost immediately, there was a responding transmission from the nearby city. "This is Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four, transmitting to the derelict alien ship crashed just outside Brooklyn, New York. If there's anyone left aboard the ship, can you read me? Are you in need of assistance? Are you friend or foe?"
Azmuth replied, "This is First Thinker Azmuth of Galvan Prime. Whatever's left of it. I read you, and my ship is irreparably damaged. So yes, I need assistance. And I am not your enemy, unless you decide to make me one."
"Very well. I will be there soon with my team to establish contact. Is this agreeable?"
"It is. I will be waiting."
He seems to be a reasonable sapient, Azmuth thought to himself. But how to present himself to the locals?
[ ] Show yourself as you are. It will instill a measure of trust. (But it will also show the world what you really look like... and how vulnerable you are physically.)
[ ] Use the Omnitrix to appear as a Cerebrocrustacean. (Brainstorm) It will conceal your body's weak nature.
[ ] Wear one of your older inventions; power armor based on the Galvanic Mechamorphs that you created, albeit by accident.
Fantastic
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[X] Wear one of your older inventions; power armor based on the Galvanic Mechamorphs that you created, albeit by accident.
AN: Hooray for Blue Up-Grade!
Azmuth decided to put on a bit of a show for the locals. Plus, wearing the Mechamorph armor would keep this world from immediately realizing his body's relative frailty. He tapped a few buttons on his ship's control panel, which opened up a door to what he liked to call his Vault, all of his greatest inventions that he had managed to save from the destruction of Galvan Prime. In the Vault there was the Mechamorph armor, the Helix, the device which gave life to the Galvanic Mechamorph species, the Omnitrix, and even the incomplete blueprints of Ascalon. Azmuth had wiped half of the blueprints away so that no one but he could recreate the all-powerful weapon, with an option to wipe the rest away if necessary. Ever a scientist, Azmuth could not bear to completely banish Ascalon's plans from the universe. He knew there were to many threats in the universe to discount the possibility of one day needing such a weapon. But for now, Ascalon remained incomplete.
Azmuth activated the Mechamorph armor. It spread over his body, coating him like water. After a few steps to fully calibrate the armor, he decided to stop delaying. He opened the hatch of his ship and stepped outside, where there were four sapients waiting, wearing outfits of what Azmuth recognized as unstable molecules. That was a surprise. The technology required to synthesize unstable molecules was supposed to be beyond this world. While such materials were history for the Galvans, the technology to make them was Level Four. This planet was supposed to be Level 2.
Regardless, the four beings were wildly diverse. One was made of stone. Azmuth would have taken him for a Pyronite, but he was absent the trademark plasma flames. The next was a tall, lanky man with greying brown hair. The last two were similar enough to be brother and sister, with slim builds and yellow hair. The lanky one stood slightly in front, as if he was in charge. Azmuth took this as a sign to approach him as the leader of this eclectic group.
"Greetings, Fantastic Four." Azmuth's vice came through the Mechamorph Armor mildly digitized. "I suppose introductions are in order. I am First Thinker Azmuth of Galvan Prime. And, as of last week, the last of my race."
That last description seemed to rattle them slightly. Nevertheless, the lanky one introduced himself and his companions. "I am Reed Richards. These are the other members of my team. Ben Grimm." He indicated the man of stone. "Johnny Storm." The blonde male offered a friendly smile. "And his sister, Susan Storm." There was something extra in Richards' voice when he named Susan Storm, but Azmuth deemed it unimportant. "How are you speaking our language?"
Azmuth tapped is armored throat. "I'm not. Universal Translator Function. I don't even need to program new languages in. It translates communication from even intent to communicate."
Richards' eyes widened. "That's... incredible! How does it do that so quickly and efficiently? Body language? Societal cues downloaded from our networks? Is there a telepathic component to it?"
Grimm offered an exasperated chuckle. "Really, Stretch? We meet our first friendly alien and the first thing you want to do is talk science before establishing first contact?"
Johnny Storm slapped Richards on the back. "What did you expect? This is Reed we're talking about."
Richards shot a betrayed look at Susan Storm, but she just gave him a knowing smile.
Azmuth, for his part, was mildly impressed at Richards being at least partially right about the universal translator. Most people would give up after simply hearing the words universal translator.
Susan Storm turned to Azmuth. "You said you were the last of your race. That's terrible!"
That seemed to snap Richards out of science mode. "Wait, that's right. You said your race was wiped out a week ago."
"That is correct," Azmuth confirmed. "But that should be discussed in greater detail somewhere more secure, I think."
Richards descended into thought. "Well, we could go to the Baxter Building. It's where we live. Or perhaps we could use your ship? It seems mostly operational, flight systems notwithstanding."
Where do you tell your story to the Fantastic Four?
[ ] The Baxter Building. The home of the Fantastic Four. You will get a good look at their technology, and the mystery of the unstable molecules. Immediate improved relations with the Fantastic Four. 5% chance of being spied on by an evil organization. 30% chance of being spied upon by some digital creation of Tony Stark.
[ ] Azmuth's crashed ship. Complete and utter privacy. However, Reed Richards gets a good long look at your inventions right off the bat. The other members of the Fantastic Four will feel quite awkward while you talk science with the scientists.
AN: If some you you are thinking, Why do evil organizations get such a low chance of spying on us when Tony Stark can do it much more easily? The answer is simple. The Baxter Building's cybersecurity is insane. Reed Richards is currently, in this quest, the smartest human being alive. The only shot Tony has at beating that is J.A.R.V.I.S. Evil teams have few such trump cards. Maybe Arnim Zola could do it, and Ultron definitely could. But Ultron hasn't been created yet and Arnim Zola is too limited. Still, I give him 5% of a chance.
AN: Hooray for Blue Up-Grade!
Azmuth decided to put on a bit of a show for the locals. Plus, wearing the Mechamorph armor would keep this world from immediately realizing his body's relative frailty. He tapped a few buttons on his ship's control panel, which opened up a door to what he liked to call his Vault, all of his greatest inventions that he had managed to save from the destruction of Galvan Prime. In the Vault there was the Mechamorph armor, the Helix, the device which gave life to the Galvanic Mechamorph species, the Omnitrix, and even the incomplete blueprints of Ascalon. Azmuth had wiped half of the blueprints away so that no one but he could recreate the all-powerful weapon, with an option to wipe the rest away if necessary. Ever a scientist, Azmuth could not bear to completely banish Ascalon's plans from the universe. He knew there were to many threats in the universe to discount the possibility of one day needing such a weapon. But for now, Ascalon remained incomplete.
Azmuth activated the Mechamorph armor. It spread over his body, coating him like water. After a few steps to fully calibrate the armor, he decided to stop delaying. He opened the hatch of his ship and stepped outside, where there were four sapients waiting, wearing outfits of what Azmuth recognized as unstable molecules. That was a surprise. The technology required to synthesize unstable molecules was supposed to be beyond this world. While such materials were history for the Galvans, the technology to make them was Level Four. This planet was supposed to be Level 2.
Regardless, the four beings were wildly diverse. One was made of stone. Azmuth would have taken him for a Pyronite, but he was absent the trademark plasma flames. The next was a tall, lanky man with greying brown hair. The last two were similar enough to be brother and sister, with slim builds and yellow hair. The lanky one stood slightly in front, as if he was in charge. Azmuth took this as a sign to approach him as the leader of this eclectic group.
"Greetings, Fantastic Four." Azmuth's vice came through the Mechamorph Armor mildly digitized. "I suppose introductions are in order. I am First Thinker Azmuth of Galvan Prime. And, as of last week, the last of my race."
That last description seemed to rattle them slightly. Nevertheless, the lanky one introduced himself and his companions. "I am Reed Richards. These are the other members of my team. Ben Grimm." He indicated the man of stone. "Johnny Storm." The blonde male offered a friendly smile. "And his sister, Susan Storm." There was something extra in Richards' voice when he named Susan Storm, but Azmuth deemed it unimportant. "How are you speaking our language?"
Azmuth tapped is armored throat. "I'm not. Universal Translator Function. I don't even need to program new languages in. It translates communication from even intent to communicate."
Richards' eyes widened. "That's... incredible! How does it do that so quickly and efficiently? Body language? Societal cues downloaded from our networks? Is there a telepathic component to it?"
Grimm offered an exasperated chuckle. "Really, Stretch? We meet our first friendly alien and the first thing you want to do is talk science before establishing first contact?"
Johnny Storm slapped Richards on the back. "What did you expect? This is Reed we're talking about."
Richards shot a betrayed look at Susan Storm, but she just gave him a knowing smile.
Azmuth, for his part, was mildly impressed at Richards being at least partially right about the universal translator. Most people would give up after simply hearing the words universal translator.
Susan Storm turned to Azmuth. "You said you were the last of your race. That's terrible!"
That seemed to snap Richards out of science mode. "Wait, that's right. You said your race was wiped out a week ago."
"That is correct," Azmuth confirmed. "But that should be discussed in greater detail somewhere more secure, I think."
Richards descended into thought. "Well, we could go to the Baxter Building. It's where we live. Or perhaps we could use your ship? It seems mostly operational, flight systems notwithstanding."
Where do you tell your story to the Fantastic Four?
[ ] The Baxter Building. The home of the Fantastic Four. You will get a good look at their technology, and the mystery of the unstable molecules. Immediate improved relations with the Fantastic Four. 5% chance of being spied on by an evil organization. 30% chance of being spied upon by some digital creation of Tony Stark.
[ ] Azmuth's crashed ship. Complete and utter privacy. However, Reed Richards gets a good long look at your inventions right off the bat. The other members of the Fantastic Four will feel quite awkward while you talk science with the scientists.
AN: If some you you are thinking, Why do evil organizations get such a low chance of spying on us when Tony Stark can do it much more easily? The answer is simple. The Baxter Building's cybersecurity is insane. Reed Richards is currently, in this quest, the smartest human being alive. The only shot Tony has at beating that is J.A.R.V.I.S. Evil teams have few such trump cards. Maybe Arnim Zola could do it, and Ultron definitely could. But Ultron hasn't been created yet and Arnim Zola is too limited. Still, I give him 5% of a chance.
Five Points
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[X] The Baxter Building. The home of the Fantastic Four. You will get a good look at their technology, and the mystery of the unstable molecules. Immediate improved relations with the Fantastic Four. 5% chance of being spied on by an evil organization. 30% chance of being spied upon by some digital creation of Tony Stark.
AN: Okay. Let's roll. 90. You guys are very safe from evil people. 75. Looks like Tony's in the dark, too.
Azmuth decided to move their location to his hosts' base. He was interested to see Earth's technology. After all, unstable molecules were supposed to be an impossibility here.
"I would be honored to make use of your hospitality, Fantastic Four," he said graciously.
"Wonderful," Richards said. "I can call in a favor to get your ship taken to our building."
Azmuth saw no problem with that. After all, his inventions were effectively swamped with security measures, especially the Omnitrix and Ascalon. "Lead the way, Reed Richards."
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Soon enough, the five sophonts sat in the Baxter Building's living area, and Azmuth spoke
"I think it is time we spoke, face to face." With that, Azmuth exited the Mechamorph Armor.
Johnny Storm looked shocked at Azmuth's diminutive size. "Woah, dude. You're tiny."
Azmuth shot him a sharp look. "Yes, I'm a Galvan. So what? It only means my body is exceptionally frail by humanoid standards. Why did you think I was wearing the Mechamorph Armor?"
"Armor?" Richards had entered science mode again. He took a closer look at the deactivated suit. Then he looked closer. "Oh my God."
"What is it, Reed?" Susan Storm looked concerned.
"Sue, look at this nanotechnology! It's amazing! Do you have the blueprints for it?" He directed that last question to Azmuth, who nodded. Richards had already seen the armor, after all. But what about his other inventions? What else should Azmuth show Richards?
[ ] Only show Richards the Helix. He will ask about the Galvanic Mechamorphs anyway, after he is done inspecting the armor.
[ ] Show Richards both the Helix and the Omnitrix. You will need help rebuilding your race, but the plans for Ascalon must remain secret. At any cost.
[ ] Show him everything you have.
AN: Just to be clear, the victory condition isn't beating up Doctor Doom or banishing Galactus. It's re-establishing the Galvan race on a suitable planet. Sorry if that seems a little tame, but you guys picked the scientist.
AN: Okay. Let's roll. 90. You guys are very safe from evil people. 75. Looks like Tony's in the dark, too.
Azmuth decided to move their location to his hosts' base. He was interested to see Earth's technology. After all, unstable molecules were supposed to be an impossibility here.
"I would be honored to make use of your hospitality, Fantastic Four," he said graciously.
"Wonderful," Richards said. "I can call in a favor to get your ship taken to our building."
Azmuth saw no problem with that. After all, his inventions were effectively swamped with security measures, especially the Omnitrix and Ascalon. "Lead the way, Reed Richards."
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Soon enough, the five sophonts sat in the Baxter Building's living area, and Azmuth spoke
"I think it is time we spoke, face to face." With that, Azmuth exited the Mechamorph Armor.
Johnny Storm looked shocked at Azmuth's diminutive size. "Woah, dude. You're tiny."
Azmuth shot him a sharp look. "Yes, I'm a Galvan. So what? It only means my body is exceptionally frail by humanoid standards. Why did you think I was wearing the Mechamorph Armor?"
"Armor?" Richards had entered science mode again. He took a closer look at the deactivated suit. Then he looked closer. "Oh my God."
"What is it, Reed?" Susan Storm looked concerned.
"Sue, look at this nanotechnology! It's amazing! Do you have the blueprints for it?" He directed that last question to Azmuth, who nodded. Richards had already seen the armor, after all. But what about his other inventions? What else should Azmuth show Richards?
[ ] Only show Richards the Helix. He will ask about the Galvanic Mechamorphs anyway, after he is done inspecting the armor.
[ ] Show Richards both the Helix and the Omnitrix. You will need help rebuilding your race, but the plans for Ascalon must remain secret. At any cost.
[ ] Show him everything you have.
AN: Just to be clear, the victory condition isn't beating up Doctor Doom or banishing Galactus. It's re-establishing the Galvan race on a suitable planet. Sorry if that seems a little tame, but you guys picked the scientist.
Nothing Sinister Going on Here
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[X] Only show Richards the Helix. He will ask about the Galvanic Mechamorphs anyway, after he is done inspecting the armor.
AN: I'm a little excited to talk about the Mechamorphs. They are complete bull, frankly.
After telling his tale, which sobered Richards up a bit, Azmuth decided to show Richards and his team the Helix.
"All of you who find yourselves unable to keep up with Richards," Azmuth barked. "You go back to doing whatever it is that you were doing."
Johnny let out a surprised laugh and clapped Ben on the back. "Well alright, Ben. Guess we're out of our depth with all this sciencey stuff. Let's go have lunch."
Ben let out a huff. "Of course you'd think of your spicy salsa at a time like this, Matchstick."
The two of them left the room, bickering good-naturedly. Susan, on the other hand, remained with Richards.
"Very well," Azmuth said. "Let me show you my Vault."
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"What is that?" The three intellectuals were in the Vault, and Richards pointed at the protective sphere that housed the Omnitrix.
Azmuth scoffed. "A secret, for now. I'd like to say I trust you with it, but I don't. Not yet. Give it time, and you just might find out. But right now, that one remains in the sphere."
Richards looked indignant for a moment, before Susan placed a hand on his shoulder.
Susan spoke up. "If you're not showing us that, what are you showing us?"
Azmuth stopped beside the Helix. "This."
The Helix was black and green, keeping with the general colors of Galvan technology, and pyramid in shape. It was taller than Richards at its point.
"You marveled at my armor. But that was merely a pale imitation compared to what this can do. I call it the Helix. I originally invented it as a terraforming device, meant to render my planet's moon, Galvan B, habitable. And it did that, make no mistake. But it also did so much more. The Helix created an entire race of biotechnological life-forms, the Galvanic Mechamorphs. They are what my armor is based on. They were not what I intended, but I and my people welcomed them with open arms. Their makeup was simply astounding, to say nothing of their abilities. They could become one with any technology, taking command of it and enhancing it. They were amazing. Even our black sheep...."
For a moment, there was silence.
When Azmuth continued, his voice was nearly inaudible. "They were killed along with my people. With this," he tapped the side of the Helix. "They can live again."
That brought Richards up short. "Wait, you're talking about an entire race of techno-organic beings being reborn on our planet? We'd certainly need someone's permission for that."
Azmuth tapped his foot against the floor. "Whose?"
Richards began pacing, his legs stretching absentmindedly as he did so. "We'd almost certainly need to talk to the Avengers. They're a government-sponsored team, so they can get this idea into the appropriate channels. But the government will definitely want someone to look at the Helix first, to ensure that it isn't dangerous."
"Tell me about these Avengers," Azmuth said.
Susan took the question. "They have three scientists who could possibly decipher this technology, like Reed did with your suit. Bruce Banner, Hank Pym, and Tony Stark."
Azmuth grunted. "Tell me about them."
Which Avenger scientist should you approach for help in getting government contacts?
[ ] Bruce Banner, AKA the Hulk. But DON'T call him that, Susan insists. While biotechnological life is slightly outside his specialty, he is certainly the most amicable of the bunch. He will likely help you all that he can. However, he doesn't trust the government very much, and they don't trust him, so any contacts he makes will likely be shaky. (60% chance to establish government contacts. 80% chance of making a genuine friend.)
[ ] Henry "Hank" Pym, AKA Ant-Man. He is an expert in isolating extra-dimensional anomalies, such as the particles named after him. The technology that lets him communicate with insect species, however, is very interesting. Could be worth looking at. Still, from what Susan says, this man is all business. (70% chance to establish government contacts. 20% chance to talk science with Hank Pym.)
[ ] Anthony "Tony" Stark, AKA Iron Man. A more ridiculous name you have never heard. And, if Susan is to be believed, this man can occasionally-no, often-be extremely idiosyncratic. Still, the man is a specialist in technology similar to the Galvanic Mechamorphs, and he has a friend in the government's military, one James Rhodes. And his power armor is quite the clever concept, at least Level Four technology, maybe even Level Five. Definitely an object of interest. (90% chance to establish government contacts, largely thanks to Rhodes. 20% chance to talk tech with Tony Stark.)
AN: Guys, this choice is largely which scientist you want to make a connection with. It's just their comic book stories that give them the percentages. Of course, I still have to roll them.
AN: I'm a little excited to talk about the Mechamorphs. They are complete bull, frankly.
After telling his tale, which sobered Richards up a bit, Azmuth decided to show Richards and his team the Helix.
"All of you who find yourselves unable to keep up with Richards," Azmuth barked. "You go back to doing whatever it is that you were doing."
Johnny let out a surprised laugh and clapped Ben on the back. "Well alright, Ben. Guess we're out of our depth with all this sciencey stuff. Let's go have lunch."
Ben let out a huff. "Of course you'd think of your spicy salsa at a time like this, Matchstick."
The two of them left the room, bickering good-naturedly. Susan, on the other hand, remained with Richards.
"Very well," Azmuth said. "Let me show you my Vault."
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"What is that?" The three intellectuals were in the Vault, and Richards pointed at the protective sphere that housed the Omnitrix.
Azmuth scoffed. "A secret, for now. I'd like to say I trust you with it, but I don't. Not yet. Give it time, and you just might find out. But right now, that one remains in the sphere."
Richards looked indignant for a moment, before Susan placed a hand on his shoulder.
Susan spoke up. "If you're not showing us that, what are you showing us?"
Azmuth stopped beside the Helix. "This."
The Helix was black and green, keeping with the general colors of Galvan technology, and pyramid in shape. It was taller than Richards at its point.
"You marveled at my armor. But that was merely a pale imitation compared to what this can do. I call it the Helix. I originally invented it as a terraforming device, meant to render my planet's moon, Galvan B, habitable. And it did that, make no mistake. But it also did so much more. The Helix created an entire race of biotechnological life-forms, the Galvanic Mechamorphs. They are what my armor is based on. They were not what I intended, but I and my people welcomed them with open arms. Their makeup was simply astounding, to say nothing of their abilities. They could become one with any technology, taking command of it and enhancing it. They were amazing. Even our black sheep...."
For a moment, there was silence.
When Azmuth continued, his voice was nearly inaudible. "They were killed along with my people. With this," he tapped the side of the Helix. "They can live again."
That brought Richards up short. "Wait, you're talking about an entire race of techno-organic beings being reborn on our planet? We'd certainly need someone's permission for that."
Azmuth tapped his foot against the floor. "Whose?"
Richards began pacing, his legs stretching absentmindedly as he did so. "We'd almost certainly need to talk to the Avengers. They're a government-sponsored team, so they can get this idea into the appropriate channels. But the government will definitely want someone to look at the Helix first, to ensure that it isn't dangerous."
"Tell me about these Avengers," Azmuth said.
Susan took the question. "They have three scientists who could possibly decipher this technology, like Reed did with your suit. Bruce Banner, Hank Pym, and Tony Stark."
Azmuth grunted. "Tell me about them."
Which Avenger scientist should you approach for help in getting government contacts?
[ ] Bruce Banner, AKA the Hulk. But DON'T call him that, Susan insists. While biotechnological life is slightly outside his specialty, he is certainly the most amicable of the bunch. He will likely help you all that he can. However, he doesn't trust the government very much, and they don't trust him, so any contacts he makes will likely be shaky. (60% chance to establish government contacts. 80% chance of making a genuine friend.)
[ ] Henry "Hank" Pym, AKA Ant-Man. He is an expert in isolating extra-dimensional anomalies, such as the particles named after him. The technology that lets him communicate with insect species, however, is very interesting. Could be worth looking at. Still, from what Susan says, this man is all business. (70% chance to establish government contacts. 20% chance to talk science with Hank Pym.)
[ ] Anthony "Tony" Stark, AKA Iron Man. A more ridiculous name you have never heard. And, if Susan is to be believed, this man can occasionally-no, often-be extremely idiosyncratic. Still, the man is a specialist in technology similar to the Galvanic Mechamorphs, and he has a friend in the government's military, one James Rhodes. And his power armor is quite the clever concept, at least Level Four technology, maybe even Level Five. Definitely an object of interest. (90% chance to establish government contacts, largely thanks to Rhodes. 20% chance to talk tech with Tony Stark.)
AN: Guys, this choice is largely which scientist you want to make a connection with. It's just their comic book stories that give them the percentages. Of course, I still have to roll them.
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[X] Bruce Banner, AKA the Hulk. But DON'T call him that, Susan insists. While biotechnological life is slightly outside his specialty, he is certainly the most amicable of the bunch. He will likely help you all that he can. However, he doesn't trust the government very much, and they don't trust him, so any contacts he makes will likely be shaky. (60% chance to establish government contacts. 80% chance of making a genuine friend.)
AN: I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting this turnout. I guess Bruce is more popular than I thought.
Azmuth's first impression of Bruce Banner was that he was an unassuming man. He slouched and wore clothes that seemed designed to conceal his form. Then Azmuth noticed his eyes. Banner's gaze flitted restlessly from place to place, as if he were calculating escape plans, even in the Baxter Building. Still, he appeared to steel himself and stood before the table that Azmuth stood on so he could speak with the humans face-to-face.
"Doctor Azmuth, correct?" He asked. "My name is Doctor Bruce Banner." He held out his hand to shake. Azmuth took a finger and shook it.
"First Thinker, if you must. My people didn't really have an equivalent title to 'doctor.' By human standards, even the most simple of us were brilliant scientists." Banner blinked, then let our a small chuckle. "Titles were largely purposeless. Only the exceptionally brilliant used them."
Banner's gaze sharpened in interest. "Like you?"
Azmuth sighed sadly. "Like me. Our society was a technocracy. The most accomplished scientists were also given the responsibility of leadership. We respected intellect above all else. I took that to the extreme. It ended with the destruction of my world."
Both scientists looked down at the floor for a moment. Then, Banner seemed to regain his energy.
"You wanted me here to make sure your technology is safe for humans, right? I can do that easily enough."
"Good," said Azmuth. "Let me show you what I had in mind."
Sure enough, Banner was soon closely examining the Helix. He seemed starstruck, just like Richards had been.
"I can see why your people called you First Thinker. This nano-circuitry is astounding! As far as I can tell, its energy emissions are harmless to humans, but I can't tell what the device is meant to do."
"I originally designed it to terraform my planet's moon, Galvan B. It did that, but it also created a sentient race of biotechnological life-forms, the Galvanic Mechamorphs." Azmuth went on the explain the attributes and abilities of the Mechamorphs.
Banner needed to sit down for a moment to compose himself. Then he spoke, his voice wavering slightly. "You truly are a genius among geniuses, aren't you? Everything Tony, Reed, Hank and I ever came up with... you thought of it years ago. Your intellect is as far beyond ours are ours is beyond orangutans."
Azmuth shook his head. "I wouldn't say that. Every sentient race has a unique and worthwhile approach to science and discovery. After all, your colleague Reed Richards? Those unstable molecules of his? The technology required to synthesize them is supposed to be at least a thousand years beyond your species. I thought your planet was a backwater world with Level 2 technology. However, those unstable molecules are definitely Level 3. Your teammate Stark's power armor is at least Level 4, and those ARC reactors he has... If refined a bit, they could be a perfect self-sustaining energy source. Your people are not behind by any means. I'm just ahead of the curve."
That seemed to put a stop to Banner's identity crisis. He locked eyes with Azmuth, who smiled at the less experienced scientist.
Roll... 78! Bruce Banner now regards you as a Tentative Friend/Teacher Figure.
Banner offered a smile back and stood up. He looked back at the Helix. "Reed said you wanted to bring back the... Galvanic Mechamorphs?" Azmuth nodded. "You'd need someone to talk with the government." Bruce stood there for a moment, deep in thought.
Roll... 42. Bruce will try, but he isn't confident.
"...I could do it, but I'm not exactly their favorite person. Ever. I'll see what I can do. You might be better talking to Tony if it doesn't go well."
Azmuth nodded. "Sometimes, your best is all you can do."
Should Azmuth ask about the Hulk business?
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[ ] No
AN: I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting this turnout. I guess Bruce is more popular than I thought.
Azmuth's first impression of Bruce Banner was that he was an unassuming man. He slouched and wore clothes that seemed designed to conceal his form. Then Azmuth noticed his eyes. Banner's gaze flitted restlessly from place to place, as if he were calculating escape plans, even in the Baxter Building. Still, he appeared to steel himself and stood before the table that Azmuth stood on so he could speak with the humans face-to-face.
"Doctor Azmuth, correct?" He asked. "My name is Doctor Bruce Banner." He held out his hand to shake. Azmuth took a finger and shook it.
"First Thinker, if you must. My people didn't really have an equivalent title to 'doctor.' By human standards, even the most simple of us were brilliant scientists." Banner blinked, then let our a small chuckle. "Titles were largely purposeless. Only the exceptionally brilliant used them."
Banner's gaze sharpened in interest. "Like you?"
Azmuth sighed sadly. "Like me. Our society was a technocracy. The most accomplished scientists were also given the responsibility of leadership. We respected intellect above all else. I took that to the extreme. It ended with the destruction of my world."
Both scientists looked down at the floor for a moment. Then, Banner seemed to regain his energy.
"You wanted me here to make sure your technology is safe for humans, right? I can do that easily enough."
"Good," said Azmuth. "Let me show you what I had in mind."
Sure enough, Banner was soon closely examining the Helix. He seemed starstruck, just like Richards had been.
"I can see why your people called you First Thinker. This nano-circuitry is astounding! As far as I can tell, its energy emissions are harmless to humans, but I can't tell what the device is meant to do."
"I originally designed it to terraform my planet's moon, Galvan B. It did that, but it also created a sentient race of biotechnological life-forms, the Galvanic Mechamorphs." Azmuth went on the explain the attributes and abilities of the Mechamorphs.
Banner needed to sit down for a moment to compose himself. Then he spoke, his voice wavering slightly. "You truly are a genius among geniuses, aren't you? Everything Tony, Reed, Hank and I ever came up with... you thought of it years ago. Your intellect is as far beyond ours are ours is beyond orangutans."
Azmuth shook his head. "I wouldn't say that. Every sentient race has a unique and worthwhile approach to science and discovery. After all, your colleague Reed Richards? Those unstable molecules of his? The technology required to synthesize them is supposed to be at least a thousand years beyond your species. I thought your planet was a backwater world with Level 2 technology. However, those unstable molecules are definitely Level 3. Your teammate Stark's power armor is at least Level 4, and those ARC reactors he has... If refined a bit, they could be a perfect self-sustaining energy source. Your people are not behind by any means. I'm just ahead of the curve."
That seemed to put a stop to Banner's identity crisis. He locked eyes with Azmuth, who smiled at the less experienced scientist.
Roll... 78! Bruce Banner now regards you as a Tentative Friend/Teacher Figure.
Banner offered a smile back and stood up. He looked back at the Helix. "Reed said you wanted to bring back the... Galvanic Mechamorphs?" Azmuth nodded. "You'd need someone to talk with the government." Bruce stood there for a moment, deep in thought.
Roll... 42. Bruce will try, but he isn't confident.
"...I could do it, but I'm not exactly their favorite person. Ever. I'll see what I can do. You might be better talking to Tony if it doesn't go well."
Azmuth nodded. "Sometimes, your best is all you can do."
Should Azmuth ask about the Hulk business?
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[ ] No
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AN: A word on my deadlock policy. I hate deadlocks. So if no one objects, whenever one happens, I am going to break it.
Azmuth decided to refrain from speaking about the Hulk. From what little Azmuth knew of Bruce Banner, Bruce was not in full control of himself when in his Hulk state. He lost all command of himself, almost akin to split personality disorder. So Azmuth chose to let Bruce be himself.
Bruce, for his part, seemed to appreciate someone speaking to him like a scientist instead of a superhero. He relaxed a bit as Azmuth described a Prypiatosian-B he had once encountered, a being of pure energy. His specialty was energy and biology, after all.
Time passed far too quickly as the two scientists exchanged tales of interesting scientific anomalies they had encountered. Azmuth described the Crystalsapiens and the Conductoids, while Bruce talked about some of the enemies he had faced with the Avengers, such as the Abomination and Living Laser.
By the time Bruce left the Baxter Building, he was much happier than when he had entered.
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The next day...
"Reed!" Azmuth barked. "I'm detecting a Galvan escape pod in Earth's orbit!"
That brought Reed and Susan over like lightning, with Johnny and Ben not far behind. It was mid-morning by Earth time, had all four sapients had already consumed their morning meal.
"Are you sure?" Reed asked. "What am I saying? Of course you are! Susan, I need you to prep the Fantasticar. We're going to space."
Johnny sighed explosively. "Shoot. My powers don't work in space. No oxygen to burn. I'm useless up there."
Susan put a hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to come if you don't want to, Johnny."
Johnny waved her off. "No. If you guys are going, then I'm going. Team, remember?"
Ben grunted. "How are we going to get whoever's in there back here safe, Stretch?"
"It's a simple matter-" said Azmuth and Reed simultaneously. They locked eyes for a moment, the Azmuth waved a hand.
Reed picked up on the thought. "It's a simple matter, Ben. We can't open it up in space, that could kill the occupant. And Azmuth says that the escape pod is too big to simply have the space arm pull it into the Fantasticar."
Azmuth grunted. "I'm not sure why any Galvan or Galvanic Mechamorph would need a pod that big. A Mechamorph would become the pod, and a Galvan would have a smaller one."
Reed continued. "So we'll just attach a cable to the pod and tow it back home."
And they did.
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The five sapients watched as the pod's door opened, back at the Baxter Building. Slowly, as if every step caused him pain, a Galvanic Mechamorph staggered out of the opening.
But this Mechamorph was different. The lines of circuitry were jagged, and the color was off; a sickly sort of yellow.
Azmuth gasped. "Malware!?!"
The named Mechamorph turned his head toward the diminutive scientist. "Azmuth... The Kree... They slaughtered... Everyone..."
Azmuth quickly ran to Malware's side. Azmuth was too small to meaningfully support him, so he waved Ben over. Ben took Malware's arm over his shoulders, helping him stand.
"It's all right, Malware," Azmuth said soothingly. "You're safe now."
"Everyone... Our people... They're all dead, Azmuth..." Malware whispered brokenly.
Azmuth spoke around the fresh stab of pain in his own chest. "I have the Helix, Malware. I can bring the Mechamorphs back." Malware seemed to gain new strength, placing more weight on his feet than Ben's shoulders. "But you're hurt, Malware. I can tell. We need to fix you. After that, we can mourn for the fallen."
Malware was silent. At first, Azmuth thought he was gathering energy to speak, but soon realized that Malware had fallen unconscious.
"Reed, Susan! Help me get Malware to your medical bay! Ben, Johnny! Take the Helix and bring it there!"
Ben let Reed and Susan take Malware's weight from him and followed Johnny to Azmuth's ship to get the Helix. Soon, Malware lay on a medical bed in the Baxter Building. Ben stomped in, carrying the Helix.
"Good," said Azmuth. "Now just put it down next to Malware."
"Who is he?" Reed asked. "He doesn't look like you describe the Mechamorphs."
"He is the black sheep," Azmuth replied. "He was that last Mechamorph to come out of the Helix before we switched it off. He was incomplete. I was working on a way to make him whole, but then the Kree attacked. Now, I must make him whole, or he will not leave this med-bay alive."
How will you put Malware back together?
[ ] Make him exactly like the other Mechamorphs were. He deserves normalcy. (Your standard Galvanic Mechamorph.)
[ ] Rebuild him, but with some improvements. He will need them in this world of madness. (Malware will have all the advanced abilities that he did in Omniverse. Technology absorption, expansion potential, the whole enchilada.)
AN: Guys, keep in mind that this version of Malware has done nothing wrong. This is before he developed his psychopathy, or whatever Mechamorphs call it.
AN: A word on my deadlock policy. I hate deadlocks. So if no one objects, whenever one happens, I am going to break it.
Azmuth decided to refrain from speaking about the Hulk. From what little Azmuth knew of Bruce Banner, Bruce was not in full control of himself when in his Hulk state. He lost all command of himself, almost akin to split personality disorder. So Azmuth chose to let Bruce be himself.
Bruce, for his part, seemed to appreciate someone speaking to him like a scientist instead of a superhero. He relaxed a bit as Azmuth described a Prypiatosian-B he had once encountered, a being of pure energy. His specialty was energy and biology, after all.
Time passed far too quickly as the two scientists exchanged tales of interesting scientific anomalies they had encountered. Azmuth described the Crystalsapiens and the Conductoids, while Bruce talked about some of the enemies he had faced with the Avengers, such as the Abomination and Living Laser.
By the time Bruce left the Baxter Building, he was much happier than when he had entered.
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The next day...
"Reed!" Azmuth barked. "I'm detecting a Galvan escape pod in Earth's orbit!"
That brought Reed and Susan over like lightning, with Johnny and Ben not far behind. It was mid-morning by Earth time, had all four sapients had already consumed their morning meal.
"Are you sure?" Reed asked. "What am I saying? Of course you are! Susan, I need you to prep the Fantasticar. We're going to space."
Johnny sighed explosively. "Shoot. My powers don't work in space. No oxygen to burn. I'm useless up there."
Susan put a hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to come if you don't want to, Johnny."
Johnny waved her off. "No. If you guys are going, then I'm going. Team, remember?"
Ben grunted. "How are we going to get whoever's in there back here safe, Stretch?"
"It's a simple matter-" said Azmuth and Reed simultaneously. They locked eyes for a moment, the Azmuth waved a hand.
Reed picked up on the thought. "It's a simple matter, Ben. We can't open it up in space, that could kill the occupant. And Azmuth says that the escape pod is too big to simply have the space arm pull it into the Fantasticar."
Azmuth grunted. "I'm not sure why any Galvan or Galvanic Mechamorph would need a pod that big. A Mechamorph would become the pod, and a Galvan would have a smaller one."
Reed continued. "So we'll just attach a cable to the pod and tow it back home."
And they did.
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The five sapients watched as the pod's door opened, back at the Baxter Building. Slowly, as if every step caused him pain, a Galvanic Mechamorph staggered out of the opening.
But this Mechamorph was different. The lines of circuitry were jagged, and the color was off; a sickly sort of yellow.
Azmuth gasped. "Malware!?!"
The named Mechamorph turned his head toward the diminutive scientist. "Azmuth... The Kree... They slaughtered... Everyone..."
Azmuth quickly ran to Malware's side. Azmuth was too small to meaningfully support him, so he waved Ben over. Ben took Malware's arm over his shoulders, helping him stand.
"It's all right, Malware," Azmuth said soothingly. "You're safe now."
"Everyone... Our people... They're all dead, Azmuth..." Malware whispered brokenly.
Azmuth spoke around the fresh stab of pain in his own chest. "I have the Helix, Malware. I can bring the Mechamorphs back." Malware seemed to gain new strength, placing more weight on his feet than Ben's shoulders. "But you're hurt, Malware. I can tell. We need to fix you. After that, we can mourn for the fallen."
Malware was silent. At first, Azmuth thought he was gathering energy to speak, but soon realized that Malware had fallen unconscious.
"Reed, Susan! Help me get Malware to your medical bay! Ben, Johnny! Take the Helix and bring it there!"
Ben let Reed and Susan take Malware's weight from him and followed Johnny to Azmuth's ship to get the Helix. Soon, Malware lay on a medical bed in the Baxter Building. Ben stomped in, carrying the Helix.
"Good," said Azmuth. "Now just put it down next to Malware."
"Who is he?" Reed asked. "He doesn't look like you describe the Mechamorphs."
"He is the black sheep," Azmuth replied. "He was that last Mechamorph to come out of the Helix before we switched it off. He was incomplete. I was working on a way to make him whole, but then the Kree attacked. Now, I must make him whole, or he will not leave this med-bay alive."
How will you put Malware back together?
[ ] Make him exactly like the other Mechamorphs were. He deserves normalcy. (Your standard Galvanic Mechamorph.)
[ ] Rebuild him, but with some improvements. He will need them in this world of madness. (Malware will have all the advanced abilities that he did in Omniverse. Technology absorption, expansion potential, the whole enchilada.)
AN: Guys, keep in mind that this version of Malware has done nothing wrong. This is before he developed his psychopathy, or whatever Mechamorphs call it.
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[X] Rebuild him, but with some improvements. He will need them in this world of madness. (Malware will have all the advanced abilities that he did in Omniverse. Technology absorption, expansion potential, the whole enchilada.)
Azmuth decided to give Malware a few improvements. From what had learned of Earth, it was far more dangerous than first impressions suggested, practically a death world, thanks to its extremely active arcane network. Study of the mystic arts had always been extremely limited on Galvan Prime, which had no arcane base to speak of. Earth, though, was the nexus for multiple arcane layers of reality. The interactions of the Fantastic Four with one Doctor Stephen made that fact very clear. Malware would need all the power he could get. Malware would have the option to either merge with technology as his brothers and sisters had, or to assimilate it and make it a part of himself. He would also be able to absorb energy and use it to expand physically. Azmuth pressed a few buttons on the Helix, which emitted a green bean that washed over Malware. With every pass of the beam, Malware's nano-structure stabilized and improved.
Azmuth sighed in relief. "He should be okay. I don't think he'll wake up today, though. He'll he healing for a while."
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Roll for Bruce's talks with the government... 29. They were not amicable.
"I'm sorry, Azmuth," said Bruce. "But the government was not receptive. I think you'll have to talk to Tony, instead. I bet Rhodey can cool some heads."
Azmuth sighed. "I suppose you warned me. How soon can you get me in contact with Stark?"
Bruce brightened at that. "I can bring him over tomorrow, and the three of us can talk shop. I think he'll be particularly interested in your friend Malware."
"Ah, yes," said Azmuth. "I was told he specializes in advanced power armor and artificial intelligence."
Bruce smiled. "That's right. After I told him about you, he was very excited to learn from your work."
Azmuth grunted. "As long as I can take a look at his armor, too."
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What should you do for the rest of the day?
[ ] Hang out with Johnny. His ability to ignite himself in plasma surpasses even a Pyronite's. You'd like to see what he limits are.
[ ] Spend time with Ben. You don't know him very well, and he helped save Malware.
[ ] Help Reed and Susan with their latest project. They want to synthesize Adamantium to better protect the Baxter Building's living area, but they have hit a wall.
AN: Apologies for the shortness, but there's not really much to say, thanks to that bad roll.
Azmuth decided to give Malware a few improvements. From what had learned of Earth, it was far more dangerous than first impressions suggested, practically a death world, thanks to its extremely active arcane network. Study of the mystic arts had always been extremely limited on Galvan Prime, which had no arcane base to speak of. Earth, though, was the nexus for multiple arcane layers of reality. The interactions of the Fantastic Four with one Doctor Stephen made that fact very clear. Malware would need all the power he could get. Malware would have the option to either merge with technology as his brothers and sisters had, or to assimilate it and make it a part of himself. He would also be able to absorb energy and use it to expand physically. Azmuth pressed a few buttons on the Helix, which emitted a green bean that washed over Malware. With every pass of the beam, Malware's nano-structure stabilized and improved.
Azmuth sighed in relief. "He should be okay. I don't think he'll wake up today, though. He'll he healing for a while."
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Roll for Bruce's talks with the government... 29. They were not amicable.
"I'm sorry, Azmuth," said Bruce. "But the government was not receptive. I think you'll have to talk to Tony, instead. I bet Rhodey can cool some heads."
Azmuth sighed. "I suppose you warned me. How soon can you get me in contact with Stark?"
Bruce brightened at that. "I can bring him over tomorrow, and the three of us can talk shop. I think he'll be particularly interested in your friend Malware."
"Ah, yes," said Azmuth. "I was told he specializes in advanced power armor and artificial intelligence."
Bruce smiled. "That's right. After I told him about you, he was very excited to learn from your work."
Azmuth grunted. "As long as I can take a look at his armor, too."
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What should you do for the rest of the day?
[ ] Hang out with Johnny. His ability to ignite himself in plasma surpasses even a Pyronite's. You'd like to see what he limits are.
[ ] Spend time with Ben. You don't know him very well, and he helped save Malware.
[ ] Help Reed and Susan with their latest project. They want to synthesize Adamantium to better protect the Baxter Building's living area, but they have hit a wall.
AN: Apologies for the shortness, but there's not really much to say, thanks to that bad roll.
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[X] Spend time with Ben. You don't know him very well, and he helped save Malware.
Azmuth decided to spend time with the rocky Ben Grimm. After he had played such an instrumental part in saving Malware, Azmuth wished to officially thank him. So he searched, and found Ben in the Baxter Building's living room, sitting on the ultra tough armchair designed for him.
"Mr. Grimm, I would like to thank your for your part in helping me save Malware," Azmuth said.
Ben rubbed his neck self-consciously. "Well, that wasn't anything amazing, sir. I just carried the pyramid. Anyone coulda' done it."
Azmuth shook his head. "You were the only one strong enough to carry it to the medical wing with any reasonable speed. So, thank you."
Now Ben looked thoroughly embarrassed. "You're welcome."
Azmuth settled on the arm of Ben's armchair. "I must say, the abilities of you and your team quite confuse me. Humans do not have the base genome required to perform the feats of power that you are capable of."
"Oh," said Ben. He looked relieved to be back on familiar ground. "Reed said that the cosmic rays did something to us. When we tried out Stretch's first spaceship, we didn't know that we were gonna get showered in cosmic rays."
Azmuth's eyes widened, then narrowed. "I find it astonishing that none of you died. Any Galvans exposed to cosmic rays would die. In fact, almost any species I have ever encountered would die. It seems that human genetics must possess a particular disposition to beneficial mutation."
Ben folded his arms. "Well, I guess the cosmic rays were your beneficial kind, because Reed got stretchy, Sue got see-through, and Johnny can catch fire. And I... get this."
There was a distinct note of dissatisfaction in Ben's voice when describing his own mutation, Azmuth noticed. He could tell Ben did not enjoy being a man of stone, even without pressing the topic.
Azmuth resolved to bring up the issue with Reed...
[ ] Today. The sun wasn't down yet.
[ ] After Stark's visit. The sun was setting.
Azmuth decided to spend time with the rocky Ben Grimm. After he had played such an instrumental part in saving Malware, Azmuth wished to officially thank him. So he searched, and found Ben in the Baxter Building's living room, sitting on the ultra tough armchair designed for him.
"Mr. Grimm, I would like to thank your for your part in helping me save Malware," Azmuth said.
Ben rubbed his neck self-consciously. "Well, that wasn't anything amazing, sir. I just carried the pyramid. Anyone coulda' done it."
Azmuth shook his head. "You were the only one strong enough to carry it to the medical wing with any reasonable speed. So, thank you."
Now Ben looked thoroughly embarrassed. "You're welcome."
Azmuth settled on the arm of Ben's armchair. "I must say, the abilities of you and your team quite confuse me. Humans do not have the base genome required to perform the feats of power that you are capable of."
"Oh," said Ben. He looked relieved to be back on familiar ground. "Reed said that the cosmic rays did something to us. When we tried out Stretch's first spaceship, we didn't know that we were gonna get showered in cosmic rays."
Azmuth's eyes widened, then narrowed. "I find it astonishing that none of you died. Any Galvans exposed to cosmic rays would die. In fact, almost any species I have ever encountered would die. It seems that human genetics must possess a particular disposition to beneficial mutation."
Ben folded his arms. "Well, I guess the cosmic rays were your beneficial kind, because Reed got stretchy, Sue got see-through, and Johnny can catch fire. And I... get this."
There was a distinct note of dissatisfaction in Ben's voice when describing his own mutation, Azmuth noticed. He could tell Ben did not enjoy being a man of stone, even without pressing the topic.
Azmuth resolved to bring up the issue with Reed...
[ ] Today. The sun wasn't down yet.
[ ] After Stark's visit. The sun was setting.