"Faster,"  growled Unicron as he watched Rafael throw a punch at a dummy he had made the child create in the Nexus, near the Fountain. The child's power level was going to need to grow tremendously if the boy had any chance of surviving. The Omiverse was a warzone after all, and someone needed to make sure the boy could be ready. There were likely Primes who wouldn't hesitate to harm Rafael, and Unicron both. As a result of this he needed to make sure the boy could hold his own as best he could. Punches came at the dummy from Rafael, but none of them were fast enough - because they lacked the speed and agility that he would need. The boy had a grasp on how to throw a basic punch but was going to need something with a bit more oomph. Perhaps if Unicron were to find a way to convert one of the attacks or powers of a hero from a fiction that Rafael liked, it might give them the advantage they needed. "Your power must grow Rafael, before you can survive here. I cannot always hold your hand like I've been doing, every time you get into trouble. You've got a long way to go." 


Watching Rafael perform the punches, Unicron shook his head. There was something the boy was missing.  "Take Five, we'll figure out what you're missing. You've still got a lot of effort to put forth to ensure you're ready for the future. My energy cannot be easily tapped, but you must be able to use it properly. This is not going to be easy for you, I know, Rafael. Yet you need to learn how to use it." 

As I discussed with the moddos, I reposted my missing thread to the best of my abilities.

http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9939

Also I discussed with the mods, I never lost OM when the thread went missing. I clocked the thread above at 2635 words, and I'd like someone to deduct the OM from me.

Quote: Through an unfortunate error, this thread was deleted, so it is being reposted as completely as is currently possibly.

The original thread was started by a post from Dr Doom. This first post is currently unavailable. Rather than attempt to do it justice by rewriting it, I’m going to attempt to summarize the events.

Dr Doom created a Doombot and sent it into Coruscant. The Doombot wreaked havoc on Empire forces until it was eventually stopped by a strike team led by Commander Anton Veers.

The thread below happens on the following day, after the remains of the Doombot have been collected and sent to the Imperial Armory.

Quote:Also missing from this thread is a final post I wrote. In this final post, Audrey saves Bobby Stab’s life by giving him the gift of vampiric blood. Also in this final post, Chi’Owo experimented with crime, drugs, and interspecies twincestual lesbian orgies with the Westside Hufflepunks. Truly a loss.

When we next see Linda Himes, it is in this post

http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?...#pid101161

When we next see Chi’Owo, it is in this post

http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?...#pid100797

Where she is erroneously referred to as a ‘green’ Twi’Lek with asiatic features.

Name:Sawada Tsunayoshi
Spent OM: 5800
Consumed OM: 0
Proficiencies (1000): Physical Strength (1000)
Powers (4500/8000): Burst Movement (800) Flight (1800) Master Acrobat (400) Foresight (1500)
Moves (300)ying Will Bullet/Pill (0) X-Gloves(300)
Super Moves (0):
Transformations (0):
Assists (0):
Items:
Artefacts:
Bases:
Unlocks (0):
Base stats:
ATK:3
DEF:3
SPD:2
TEC:2

From: IQOC@DefinitelygonnagetRevenge.Net
To: King Aragorn@ ??? ???  
Subject: Familial Ties

Do you have a daughter, a niece, a nephew, or anyone else in your immediate bloodline? In addition to that, have they been kidnapped? If not please let me know post haste, because I have been receiving messages about it.

Quote:Trying out a few writing styles here. So my next post or so might be inconsistent until I settle down. That includes the general tone I'm using for Viola.

To: FQOC@revenge.net 
From: [Unidentified Sender]
Subject: IMPORTANT PLEASE READ IT WAS ON THE NEWS

Quote:OOC Note: Don't actually do that, lol. Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX signed up with Warren's email to lots of dodgy websites.

I awoke to the sound of a chirping alarm clock, the same high pitched chirping that had woke me for the last few months. I wandered downstairs in my nightgown into the living room that I had spent hours decorating with the colors of my people. Most things were green with only a few exceptions, which were the same orange as my hair and eyes. After taking a second to stretch out my back, I stepped into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of gunpowder. I chugged it a little too quickly and ended up burping out a small mushroom cloud that i found quite humorous. 

The laughter faded quickly however, as the dead silence of the house around me once again reminded me how incredibly, horrifyingly… alone I was. I flipped through the contacts on my phone, looking at the unanswered text messages I had sent them all as everyone had dropped off of the grid, something that was sadly common to life in the Omniverse, I had discovered. I placed the phone down on the counter and headed back upstairs to change. After coming back down in my usual creeper hoodie and mini skirt, I grabbed the phone and a banana, and headed out into the city.

I walked out, and the smell of the city entered my nostrils. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t rancid or anything, but you could tell that it was a city of mostly animals. As I walked through the streets searching for something to do, occasionally saying hello or waving to acquaintances of mine, I occasionally looked towards the center of the city, the location that every occupant knew, the huge pink palace that was the first building ever created in the city. Some days I wondered if I would ever meet the princess who had created it. Most days I thought about trying to see if she was there, as being a princess myself, she might be interested in meeting me. Other days I shrugged it off as madness, as I wasn’t exactly the most productive member of her city. Never did I actually approach the palace.

Eventually I found myself in a banana orchard. I laid down in the shade of a tree and reminisced on my past failed attempts to migrate into society. The time that I accidentally poisoned a customer while working as a waitress in a bar by dropping gunpowder in their white russian stands out at the top of my colossal failures. As the weight of my mistakes weighed on my, I thought about Andr, and how she would deal with this situation. First of all, she wouldn’t be in this situation. She would have found the nearest opportunity for danger and gone chasing it, confident in herself and her abilities. I pulled myself into a sitting position with my back on the trunk of the tree.

Well I’m not Andr. My name is Cupa, princess of creepers, a creature that destroys everything around it as well as itself, and I, was gonna find somewhere to cause some fucking chaos.

Shantotto stepped through the gate into the pale white of the Nexus, the fountain and all the denizens of the omniverse just walking around moving from one area to another, in the distance close to where she had seen the small girl and clown fight was now another fight this time several people all ganging up on the clown, Shantotto could see despite the distance that the little girl was wounded, quite badly at that, her arm had been removed in some form or another, how it had happened Shantotto could only surmise.

She began walking closer and closer to the fight, a crowd gathered around the fight. Part of Shantotto wanted to partake in the fight, not because of a desire to fight but rather seeing the clown outnumbered made her feel even just a small amount of sympathy towards the demented creature.

Still even if she could turn the tide of the battle, a feat which Shantotto undoubtedly knew she could, it would have little benefit to her, in fact her charity in teaching the boy how to fight and be rid of his pest problem had already cost her valuable time and effort, not to mention she had already used a great deal of magic, and shown off several of her spells/ if they boy ever intended to cross paths with her and draw his blade in anger, she knew he would know a great deal of her spells..... not that it mattered much, at the end of the day she was the great Shantotto, the woman who nearly single handedly ended the crystal war.

As she got closer and closer her curiosity peaked, grabbing her notebook and allowing it to reach full size she watched each crossing of blades figuratively. She documented everything, from how the combatants placed themselves to how the blows of each fighter rained down upon the other. It was just simple notes, but it was a way to keep track. She would eventually get names to go with each face.

Closing the book she shrunk it down once more and put it inside her pocket, before continuing on her merry way. She needed to find the gateway to the sands....

Unsure of himself, as he made the trek through the gate, Unicron mentally thanked Rafael for leaving him in charge for the duration of this. Since Rafael was worried about how he would have been treated by the white armor clad guards,  Unicron had decided to humor him, and maintain control for this situation. Admittedly the place he had came out of the gate was impressive to say the least. The bustling skyscrapers, the fast moving scars,  this almost reminded him of the creations of his brother, Primus. Of course, none of these cars could shift from vehicle mode into robot mode, or have any special powers, or weapons at their disposal. At least, Unicron didn’t believe they could at present. Short jolts of what he could only assume was an unwelcome human sensation shot up and down the depleted, and drained muscles of his legs. Oh yes, after this he was definitely enrolling Rafael in some sort of physical conditioning class to make him more useful when push came to shove. This was not the only thing he was going to do in order to make sure that his current host could hold it’s own. In addition to making sure Rafael had the conditioning he needed, he was also going to make sure he had the equipment. It was time he looked around, and approached one of the locals.

Really it was times like these, that Unicron wished he had the Dark Star Saber. The weapon would be a formidable part of his arsenal, and was made of his former essence. Here in the Omniverse, it would be a very useful acquisition, were he able to acquire it. Yet his attempts to recreate the blade for himself had simply not been successful up until this point. Of course it was a weapon that had been made by a spawn of his brother, Primus. Specifically the weapon had been created with the Forge of Solus Prime by his brother, out of his essence. In short, Unicron lacked one of the tools he needed in order to recreate that blade. Ultimately, though it did not matter,  because he planned on gaining back some of his abilities. Sure, Rafael had a long way to go before he would be considered ready by Unicron, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make the steps needed to accomplish his goals easier for the child.

The child was just that, a child.  Admittedly, the child was gifted when it came to the machinery comprising the spawn of his brother, and a skilled negotiator. The child had convinced him to work for the betterment of Humanity, after all, and that had not been easy. Of course, the benefits provided by having the child as a meat shield at the time were astronomical. Unicron made up his mind, now. The child deserved his help, and so was going to receive it. Of course, not in the way that he had expected to receive it.

Having approached one of the Storm Troopers that was patrolling the area, on Tier 1,  Unicron asked in a gentle, and hopefully - or at least what he would consider hopefully respectful tone of voice. “By any chance, do you know where one might acquire supplies to build mechanical devices for themselves, so they do not have to use Omnilium to do so?” asked the former Chaos Bringer. Right now, he didn’t dare use up his supply of Omnilium, as he needed it. Husbanding his resources would benefit him in the long run. The Chaos Bringer knew he was going to need every last drop of Omnilium if he were to ever recover his true potential from that pale faced freak who had stolen it. The freak had also robbed Rafael of his knowledge of how to operate computers, or really any mechanical device. Such crimes were unforgivable, in the eyes of the Chaos Bringer. As a result of this, Rafael was going to have to relearn how to program things, and Unicron was going to have to relearn how to fight.