06-25-2017, 01:38 AM
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Chirpa the Ewok is very old. He had seen empires rise and fall. He had walked and talked among gods and heroes, new primes and old. And he was alive.
The gangster that looked like nothing more than a child's stuffed toy smiles warmly at Doctor Doom across from his workbench.
"Well," says the Ewok cautiously, moving slowly to sit back on his stool. "First I would have to point it out that your magnificent creation, as beautiful as it is terrible to behold, was merely salvaged from dangerous thieves looking to profit from it in the most barbaric fashion. Secondly, I would have to admit that I dismantled it to gain a true understanding of it's genius. As awed as I was at this work of deadly art, I found that to truly appreciate it I must fully understand it. Alas, my folly is that of Prometheus before me, who stole the fire of the gods and was tortured the rest of his days. Is that you, Doctor Doom? Are you the god that would punish man for taking his light?"
Crouched behind a battered SUV in the back of Chirpa's garage, Dr. Linda Himes watches the exchange, trembling.
Doctor Doom crosses his arms and examines the Ewok more closely.
"Flattery will get you nowhere," Doctor Doom says through his strange mask. But he does not kill him.
"Then to address your last point," Chirpa says, removing his glasses and leaning back in his chair. "You might suffer me to live, Doctor, because you used a 6 DeckaOm Regulator for a 14 DeckaOM droid. Because your OM Distributor, your 'plasma cannon', is converting OM at a rate of 12LPD. I've managed to get that up too 13.5LPD without even using your regulator."
"What," says Doctor Doom, in a dangerously annoyed voice dripping with venom. "Is a 'Decka Om'?"
Dr. Linda Himes takes a deep breath, and rises from her hiding spot.
"The Decka OM is an OM Measurement according to the Imperial Standard," says the beautiful blonde doctor as she walks the length of the garage. Doom watches her silently as she approaches. "LPD is Lethality-Per-DeckaOM. It is how we measure the efficiency of a weapon. Your droid might have been powerful, but it was ineffective. It was made without an understanding of Omniphysics."
"Omniphysics," Doctor Doom repeats with incredulity. Linda and Chirpa nod. "Doctor Doom has a greater understanding of the universe than Galactus, do not peddle me your psuedoscientific babble, it will not save you."
"I have no doubt you do," says Chirpa quietly. "However, you might remember that this is not, in fact, the universe."
Doctor Doom pauses.
"You say you have made Doom's weapons deadlier," he says. "Without using more power. Show me."
Chirpa smiles. He points to several computer monitors, streaming a live battle. Doctor Doom watches closely
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Chirpa the Ewok is very old. He had seen empires rise and fall. He had walked and talked among gods and heroes, new primes and old. And he was alive.
The gangster that looked like nothing more than a child's stuffed toy smiles warmly at Doctor Doom across from his workbench.
"Well," says the Ewok cautiously, moving slowly to sit back on his stool. "First I would have to point it out that your magnificent creation, as beautiful as it is terrible to behold, was merely salvaged from dangerous thieves looking to profit from it in the most barbaric fashion. Secondly, I would have to admit that I dismantled it to gain a true understanding of it's genius. As awed as I was at this work of deadly art, I found that to truly appreciate it I must fully understand it. Alas, my folly is that of Prometheus before me, who stole the fire of the gods and was tortured the rest of his days. Is that you, Doctor Doom? Are you the god that would punish man for taking his light?"
Crouched behind a battered SUV in the back of Chirpa's garage, Dr. Linda Himes watches the exchange, trembling.
Doctor Doom crosses his arms and examines the Ewok more closely.
"Flattery will get you nowhere," Doctor Doom says through his strange mask. But he does not kill him.
"Then to address your last point," Chirpa says, removing his glasses and leaning back in his chair. "You might suffer me to live, Doctor, because you used a 6 DeckaOm Regulator for a 14 DeckaOM droid. Because your OM Distributor, your 'plasma cannon', is converting OM at a rate of 12LPD. I've managed to get that up too 13.5LPD without even using your regulator."
"What," says Doctor Doom, in a dangerously annoyed voice dripping with venom. "Is a 'Decka Om'?"
Dr. Linda Himes takes a deep breath, and rises from her hiding spot.
"The Decka OM is an OM Measurement according to the Imperial Standard," says the beautiful blonde doctor as she walks the length of the garage. Doom watches her silently as she approaches. "LPD is Lethality-Per-DeckaOM. It is how we measure the efficiency of a weapon. Your droid might have been powerful, but it was ineffective. It was made without an understanding of Omniphysics."
"Omniphysics," Doctor Doom repeats with incredulity. Linda and Chirpa nod. "Doctor Doom has a greater understanding of the universe than Galactus, do not peddle me your psuedoscientific babble, it will not save you."
"I have no doubt you do," says Chirpa quietly. "However, you might remember that this is not, in fact, the universe."
Doctor Doom pauses.
"You say you have made Doom's weapons deadlier," he says. "Without using more power. Show me."
Chirpa smiles. He points to several computer monitors, streaming a live battle. Doctor Doom watches closely
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