02-18-2017, 07:55 PM
It was worrying. The amount of reports he was receiving, lately, about the increasing number of sightings and recorded attacks that were reaching him. Perpetrated by individuals and creatures baring alarmingly similar traces to the darkness that he been present in that organization from his home.
Stood in his lab, before a control console and a bank of monitors occupying nearly the entirety of the wall he faced, he read over incoming reports and messages from his scouts and aides. Confirming sightings or the remains after an attack, confirmation of delivering messages and contacting various individuals who he had scouted personally that might be of help, passing on the news to anyone who might have inadvertantly been attacked, or come across the scene of an attack. Notes about reports made regarding the dangers of the dark substances left behind after such attacks.
But there was no sense worrying over that now. He had a project to finish, which was very nearly done. Something that should be of assistance in tracking and combating the darkness that Nebula was brewing in the Omniverse for anyone who answered the call to assist. In short order, he finished glancing over the remainder of the reports, filing them away in both data and memory, before turning toward the more pressing matter.
He whirled around, striding away from his computers and retrieving an unmarked folder from a table, and into an elevator. It was a short ride, only a few seconds, up to a higher floor, at what most would call 'ground level' of Tier 2. It was the main floor of his lab, where anyone who was to come by and heed the warnings and requests for assistance of his aides would arrive.
Doctor Regal paced wearily, but swiftly through the halls, to the main lobby of the structure. He paused to leave directions with the robotic clerk there, to be passed on to the rest of the staff, of what was to come. Anyone who came in seeking an audience with him was to be directed to his work lab and meeting room in the back of the floor.
And then he was off again, moving swiftly. He flicked through the folder, looking over the papers and notes contained within. The formula for reinforcing the natural regenerative abilities and structural integrity inherent in all Primes, and for tracking down the particular darkness that Nebula's resources exuded. Powerful, imperfect formula, that likely wouldn't hold for very long.
He snapped the folder shut, reaching his work lab, and setting to work on inputting the programs and formula into the fruit of his research into opposing Nebula.
Hopefully it would be long enough, however.
Stood in his lab, before a control console and a bank of monitors occupying nearly the entirety of the wall he faced, he read over incoming reports and messages from his scouts and aides. Confirming sightings or the remains after an attack, confirmation of delivering messages and contacting various individuals who he had scouted personally that might be of help, passing on the news to anyone who might have inadvertantly been attacked, or come across the scene of an attack. Notes about reports made regarding the dangers of the dark substances left behind after such attacks.
But there was no sense worrying over that now. He had a project to finish, which was very nearly done. Something that should be of assistance in tracking and combating the darkness that Nebula was brewing in the Omniverse for anyone who answered the call to assist. In short order, he finished glancing over the remainder of the reports, filing them away in both data and memory, before turning toward the more pressing matter.
He whirled around, striding away from his computers and retrieving an unmarked folder from a table, and into an elevator. It was a short ride, only a few seconds, up to a higher floor, at what most would call 'ground level' of Tier 2. It was the main floor of his lab, where anyone who was to come by and heed the warnings and requests for assistance of his aides would arrive.
Doctor Regal paced wearily, but swiftly through the halls, to the main lobby of the structure. He paused to leave directions with the robotic clerk there, to be passed on to the rest of the staff, of what was to come. Anyone who came in seeking an audience with him was to be directed to his work lab and meeting room in the back of the floor.
And then he was off again, moving swiftly. He flicked through the folder, looking over the papers and notes contained within. The formula for reinforcing the natural regenerative abilities and structural integrity inherent in all Primes, and for tracking down the particular darkness that Nebula's resources exuded. Powerful, imperfect formula, that likely wouldn't hold for very long.
He snapped the folder shut, reaching his work lab, and setting to work on inputting the programs and formula into the fruit of his research into opposing Nebula.
Hopefully it would be long enough, however.
Quote:This is the 'official' IC thread to start the saga. If you have the intention of visiting Dr. Regal to obtain further information about the situation, or to ask him any personal questions, make your way here. This thread will be open for such purposes until March 4th, at which point things will progress onward.