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Clouds of ash and soot swallowed the sky, casting a perpetual shadow across the Ashen Steppes. Charred black ash mixed with the dry earth and painted the cracked earth ebony. Distant rumblings of lava flows and seismic quakes echoed across the inhospitable plains of fire. Two men, both from Coruscant traveled across these barren lands, leaving a snaking trail of footprints in their wake. Around them the chaotic nature of the Ashen Steppes unfurled, and yet they trudged forth unabated in their quest. One dressed in a black trenchcoat and the other in a brown-leather duster.

“Let’s be bounty hunters, he says, it’ll be easy money, he says,” The trench-coat-clad man said, stopping mid-stride to catch his breath, “well Mal, stompin’ around in the Ashen doesn’t strike me as easy money.”

“Oh come on Charles, don’t start whining,” Mallory responded, taking the moment of silence to tap out a message on his cellphone.

“Whining? What do you mean whining? This is a legitimate fucking complaint Mal, I ain’t just taking the piss.”

“Right.” Mal nodded absentmindedly, his ash-stained fingers dancing wildly upon his phone.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, quit textin’ that Mandy girl, will you, and pay attention,” Charles threw his hands out in indignation.

“Mindy.”

“Mandy, Mindy, whatever mate, we’ve got more pressing issues than your love affair with that Camelot slag.”

“She ain’t a slag Charles, I love her,” Mallory huffed and pocketed his phone, “you’re just jealous cause I get all the ladies.”

“I’d hardly call them ladies Mal,” Charles sighed and kept walking, “at any rate, we was talking about this shit hole. Don’t get me wrong mate, ain’t got no problem with huntin’, an’ I can handle the 7th of Coruscant no issue there, no sir. No the problem comes from havin’ to travel through this dump, it does.”

“Jesus Charlie, if I’d known you were going to complain so much I’d have brought my earplugs,” Mallory responded.

The two came to the crest of a craggy outcrop. In the distance several ruddy and earthen tipis sat huddled together. Humanoid figures moved lazily between the camp. Soft clouds of smoke drifted from a few bonfires scattered around the camp. Scattered even further away from the camp black pillars of stacked stones stretched up into the heavens. Mallory held up his phone and snapped a picture of the scene that laid before them. Charles sighed and shook his head as the fellow bounty hunter sent the picture to his lover. “You ready to go Charlie?” Mal finally asked, setting his phone to silent.

Charles removed a hand-cannon from his belt and loaded a clip into it before saying, “right and ready mate, right and ready.”

I groan, yawning and rubbing at my eyes with one hand as I open the door before me. "I'm home," I shout sleepily into the house, though it only takes me a second to realize nobody's here.

An orange-brown fluffball pokes its head out from behind the upstairs doorframe. Nobody except cat, of course. "Hey, cat," I say, as I tend to do, shutting the door behind me and walking upstairs. Maybe somebody's home and they're downstairs - I don't know and in all honesty, I don't care. I slip out of my jacket, toss it relatively close to the coat rack and lift up cat. "Up ya go!"

He's getting chubby is one of my first thoughts. I give him a pat on the head and, frowning as I realize he's shedding all over my shirt, carry him through the living room and into my bedroom. Quickly I change from a pair of jeans and a t-shirt into a Madoka Magica t-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting track pants, and since it's way too warm in here for me to wear it myself, I wrap cat up in my robe. He, being the most carefree thing to ever exist, just sorta goes with it. And, of course, I tie the little belt on the robe into a bow.

I pick my present-kitty up and put him beside my pillows on the bed. With a yawn I sprawl out on my bed, too, only to find my eyes drifting for the window. The moon's up and I can't see a single star - thanks, city lights - but it's still a peaceful enough sight without them.

But wouldn’t it be nice to see a starry sky? Wouldn’t it be nice to spend a night under the stars, maybe with some friends, relaxing after a long day spent doing…

...doing what? What could possibly be worth doing in this world that would warrant something so cinematic, so fulfilling and picturesque in nature? Not too much, I conclude, groaning.

I think back to… not long ago, maybe an hour or two ago - being in the music room at school, celebrating my birthday. Sure, it was nice and all, but lying here now makes me think of it as such a fleeting moment… a momentary distraction to make the muted, monotone days a little more bearable. Which is, of course, why I wished to be whisked off, like I had every year for the past four years.

“Happy seventeenth,” I whisper to myself. “Once more, same as before.”

The fact that tomorrow was a Monday didn’t help, either. Monday meant school, even if it was the last week of it. And school meant, of course, effort had to be put into things. Not worthwhile or fun things, mind - it never seemed to be worthwhile or fun things.

Wouldn’t it be nice to just go someplace else? As nice as it is to think about, it’s never going to happen.

Deciding there’s no benefit to sitting around moping, I bury my head in my pillow, shut my eyes and hug my snuggly cat close. “G’night, cat,” I mutter and the corners of my mouth perk up.

Troubling. Very troubling. Worrying, in fact!

Vexing, perplexing, disquieting, disturbing, irritating, concerning, and downright distressing!

This was the second time in as many outings that his operator had suddenly ceased communication in a rather alarmingly abrupt fashion. One moment they had been in the middle of a flight to assist in some exploration or other of the....the Dante Verse. Then all hell had broken loose, and the data connection between the primary presence of Cricket, the information-seeking and humor-supplying assistant to the far more taciturn soldier navi, Colonel, and the data backup which had, in a grim turn, become the primary presence of the digital assistant navi. 

"Oooooh, being reconstituted from backup data and rogue code fragments is precisely the opposite of a pleasant experience...especially when the backup is done in such haste, and so shortly after being reconstituted to begin with!" The little digital construct wailed, shaking a nondescript fist at the equally nondescript binary sky. "....sigh. I wish sometimes I were capable of breathing so that I could actually sigh and properly express just how disagreeable this entire ordeal is."

The disgruntled little helper program turned away from the rather substantial amount of nothing occupying his field of vision, to survey the smoking, sparking remains of several viruses and 'cleaner' programs which had crept into the digital space that made up the connection hub for Colonel's PET on the dataverse. "I should really clean up in here. Perhaps go and explore, afterward. Have a wander around while I wait for the inevitable, and eventual, restoration of communication with my operator. Hmm..."

A broom materialized in one outstretched hand. "Well...first things first. Cleaning up and re-purposing all this loose data. It's just cluttering up the place in this state."

Currently sitting in an empty area of the Endless Dunes Hal was sitting cross legged on the ground.  For the past two hours he'd been attempting to make well any constructs with his gauntlet that could be used by him in combat.  So far he'd learned that he only had two that could be made. Why was his power so limited here?  Was it that smiling individual who had stolen most of his power?  If it was,  Hal resolved that he was going to learn how to master Krona's Gauntlet and become what he needed to be.   It was time he got some practice.  Plasma Burst seemed the easiest of his constructs and so Hal started to think on what he needed to do in order to make the power of the move a reality. 

"Alakazam.  Materialize. Come Forth..."

Nothing happened though.  For when Omni had taken away the other abilities Hal had forgotten how to make constructs entirely.   Now he'd have to re-learn how to do them in the Omniverse.

I'm looking for people interested in being Story Guides to infuse some new blood into that little group.

Being a Story Guide entails two major responsibilities.  The first is that you get to write sanctioned threads as Site NPCs (to help flesh out the world) using the Storyteller account.  The other responsibility is reading through fresh posts and possibly responding to requests OR dealing with people's dumb decisions (like starting murder sprees on Tier 1 or in the streets of Minas Tirith).

Please only apply if all the points apply to you.

-You've been a member of this website for more than 6 months. (You're Around)
-You have a level 3 prime (You Write)
-You actually read outside of your own threads (You Read)
-You actually have some knowledge of the world (the Omniverse world <_<)

Please send me a PM if you're interested.  Please be serious.  I'm looking for at least 2 people.

This Is Scarecrow with an important message to all supervillains.The Time has come to take arms, our population of villains is decreasing  from these so called heroes and their false justice. If all villains can unite and ally with themselves we can defeat anyone in our way. For all those who are interested in joining under one banner, you are all to meet at Chara's Base in the Pale Moors and await  for my arrival from the Froze Fields. upon my arrival, I will start our society of Supervillains.

This is where the Meeting at 7:00 PM will start.

Attention to all denizens of the Omniverse,

I write this letter in response to the recent events regarding Syntech. I am gravely concerned. The Omniverse, for all of its vastness and variety, did not have an organized response to an emergency such as this. Rather, Syntech Corporation needed to gather various adventurers haphazardly and irresponsibly, and in the end, the team crashed on the island and disintegrated. There was no sense of unity, of cooperation. Every fighter was out for themselves.

In the world from which I herald, to prevent disasters such as this latest disaster, a group of individuals with exceptional abilities was assembled. These “Avengers”, while heroes of their own right, formally agreed to unite under one name to stop greater dangers to our world. Together, we Avengers stopped several apocalyptic events, and even waged wars throughout the cosmos.

I have studied the Omniverse’s history. Time and time again, it has been attacked by forces which caused great chaos and greater loss of life. Leaders of organizations intending to oppress or harm innocent lives are gathering their armies. Creatures of enormous power are rising up against the general populace. And my analysis shows that the people have nobody to hope for.

I believe that the Omniverse needs Avengers.

I hereby announce the beginning of our own Avengers Initiative. We are an independent organization that aims to quickly and efficiently respond to large-scale disasters, as well as lending a hand for the smaller ones. This organization consists of those who are compassionate with those terrified of their future. We assemble to protect the Omniverse.

I have attached my Communicator ID at the bottom of this letter. If you are interested in joining the Avengers, you may contact me. We are based in the Vasty Deep, near Costa del Sol.

I look forward to meeting you all.

-The Vision

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