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I cringed as I watched Tony get thrown through a seven story building, from roof to bottom floor. He had taken the full brunt of a new unit Doom had deployed. It was a design that was eerily familiar to me, as a sci-fi movie nerd. The design had 8-11 red eyes on a spherical body with hundreds of robotic dendrites that clicked and clacked with a central few arms having weaponry based off of the powers of the space stone. It was loosely based off of the sentinel robots from the Matrix movies but way scarier due to the sheer power that Doom had enchanted into them using the pebbles of destiny.
Jester was now facing it down, using Inflict Wounds and Sacred Weapon to harry it into Caleb's fireballs and explosions. Fjord was fending off the rest of the robot forces alongside Yasha as Nott shot her crossbow bolts at the Sentinel with Beauregard tanking the attention of the mechanical monstrosity. Finally Caduceus was supporting the rest with healing and the odd adjustment of fate here and there. I really needed to understand how their powers were preserved despite the sheer distance between their universe and this one...
Tony finally recovered from the smashing he had received and quickly flew towards the robot, his Uni-beam blaring at full power alongside his repulsor beams and lasers. The fight was nearing its completion however as several arms of the Sentinel had been hacked off, burnt off or sheered off with extremely liberal uses of magic.
"Dad, the USA, Mexico, Nicaragua, Panama, Honduras and several other American countries have been cleansed of Doom's forces." Hermes informed as he ate spectral popcorn kernels, watching the fight over my shoulder.
"Phase 2 can start then. I want you to get the rest clear and then focus our forces on the border with Canada. We're going to wipe out Hydra before they start backstabbing us." I commanded whilst watching Tony go all Doom guy on the robot, tearing its internal parts out with his fancy sword attachment.
"You need to meet with the prez dad, he's been constantly harassing our command droids to get a hold of you. I even put him on speaker, and I'm not even a phone..." Hermes deadpanned whilst the monstrosity writhed on the destroyed concrete foundation, Tony and Jester smiling over the top of it, menacingly.
"Eh, I don't care about him. You have a chat with him on my behalf and explain that I'm too busy saving the world." I waved off the incredulous look my son sent me as I started slurping a vanilla thick-shake.
"Uh huh, soooo busy..." He teased as I flipped him off.
Unfortunately our bonding time was cut short as several alerts triggered throughout the carrier (I REALLY NEED A NAME FOR IT, SUGGEST ONE, PLEASE!- Author).
"Well that's not good." I flippantly remarked as Hermes pulled up a holographic image of what the sensors were displaying. The image itself was a little grainy due to the angle the reconnaissance drone was sitting at but it showed hundreds of those Sentinels swarming out of portals across the planet.
"Largest concentrations of these Sentinels are locations with the largest portions of our forces. Particular emphasis is being payed to Rome, Paris, London and Hiroshima. Tony has just sent a message through Artemis' private chat stating that they need backup as soon as possible." Hermes grimaced as one of the holograms displayed a division of FR1s being 'fried' by these sentinels of Doom.
"Release the tanks and the drones Hermes, I'll personally go help Tony and the Mighty Nein." The AI grinned and disappeared.
Shaking my head I shuffled into a personal elevator at the side of the command deck, which mimicked the Enterprise's own bridge section from 'Star Trek The next generation'. The pull of gravity whisked the capsule downwards at blistering speeds before the gravitational calibrators kicked in and slowed it down. Both parts of the elevator door pulled away from one another to reveal the inner flight-deck of the carrier.
The 'flight-deck' was an absolutely massive large section of the ship that houses over 2000 internal electro-magnetic catapults that would tractor beam-park the returning fighters as well as launch them at speeds exceeding Mach 20. The concept has apparently come from Battlestar Galactica where they used these same devices to combat the Cylons. Fortunately for me there was also an exterior flight deck that had conventional landing pads and a normal, military standard, aircraft catapult. Apollo had altered the design with Hestia's input to include normal landing capabilities so that I could host dignitaries from countries on Earth when I eventually made my own nation in the stars.
The naval variant of the FR1s; the NR1s, were scuttling around the lower flight-deck, preparing the batteries for recharging and quick charging of the Icewings. Astromechs buzzed around beside them, ensuring any damage or problems were fixed within minutes instead of hours. All in all, the carrier was working smoothly.
Shaking my head from laxidazical thoughts and pride I stepped onto an escalator and quickly arrived at the top flight-deck, the wind whipping across the deck as F-15s soared past, doing quick patrols of the airspace we had left behind hours ago. Getting back on task, I syphoned the energy from the spare fusion reactors I had brought with me and created an exact copy of my Fury-class ship on Rakata Prime. Within moments I was commanding the ship to take off and giving flight-path coordinates passively with my Technopathy whilst I centred myself near the off-ramp.
Slowly I checked over my ensemble, noting the comforting presence of my lightsaber, the trusty feeling of my combat boots upon my feet and the warmth existence of my watch on my hand. I didn't need anything else, since I could create what I needed instantly. My suit had made significant changes however as I was decked out in a set of Sith armour that reflected Apocrypha's teachings but also mimicked one of of the most popular Star War's characters outfit... Darth Revan. There were some major changes mixed up in that look though.
For instance, the red lining was exchanged with a snowflake-like pattern of ice-blue. The armour was was tinted the same but with hexagons instead of snowflakes. I had no mask whatsoever and instead chose a neck seal armour that glowed a dark, ominous, red in several locations. I flexed my neck back and forth, using the floor as a mirror, and pulled my rage forth to influence the colour of my eyes. They immediately flashed a mercurial red, the rage being tempered by my control, creating an eerie spotlight effect that reflected off of the metallic floor. I could understand why Ventress was scared of my eyes now...
'Oh shit...' My mind stuttered for a moment.
I had forgotten Ventress... I groaned in frustration as I considered how that particular mistake had been made, especially considering I had an eidetic memory now. My mind parsed back over the recent trip to Star Wars and came up with only one explanation that fit the bill. She was simply too forgettable and insignificant... I mean, it was a harsh way of labelling her, but, not exactly wrong... And now I felt like a dick, great...
A beeping noise pressed into the back of my skull as the Fury detected incoming hostiles. Reading the sensor data I grimaced. Several hundred Sentinels were chasing me through the sky and hoping to grind me to paste before I could help Tony and the Nein.
With a small flick of my right hand the back ramp opened out into an open sky, the Fury pitching side to side as the Sentinels shot plasma blasts towards the deflector shields. Fortunately the Fury had exceptional artificial gravity and maintained its own gravitational field whilst in atmosphere... It made it easy to walk out and simply stand on the ramp as I summersaulted and slipped back and forth. Controlling the ship and walking was an odd experience but it wasn't difficult to do, just awkward.
Sentinels were charging more and more blasts and waves broke off from the main cluster and attempted to flank the me. I simply scoffed and shunted power from environmental systems into the deflectors and watched as the haze of purple splashed harmlessly against a static-like shield that buzzed hollowly.
"I guess I was expecting a bit too much with these guys..." I murmured to myself whilst extending my right hand outwards in the direction of the main swarm.
More plasma rained into the deflectors but failed to do anything as I adjusted the Fury into a straight path and focussed on my connection to the force and more directly into my own ability to manipulate, create and control matter. The effect was frightening... Especially for me... Since I had never used the force in conjunction with my normal abilities this stunned me.
I could instantly feel all matter within several kilometres of me as if I had spread my mind through every atom personally. To put it in simpler terms, it was like going from a compass to google maps... My abilities over matter were instantly expanding, the scope increasing as I went deeper into the force.
Snapping my eyes open I closed my hand into a fist and pulled on several dozen atoms to all split at once and watched as the main group of sentinels were obliterated into ash and dust as a small mushroom cloud disappeared into the distance. Half of the sentinels were left as I grinned maliciously.
Snapping my fingers I trans-mutated the oxygen and helium in the air into tungsten and forced it to wrap around several dozen of the little blighters. The effect was immediate and devastating as the added weight dropped them from the skies like flies with their wings cut. And errant wave of my left hand had the next dozen simply scrunching and twisting upon themselves as if I was wringing a towel of water. The final amount I simple converted all of their energy into water and spread it throughout their components, watching as each one slowly failed and collapsed from the air.
My smile was beyond cheshire at this point, the Fury communicating that I was within a minute of Paris and my friends' location. 'Doom had better watch out, or I'm gonna steal all of his goodies!' I cackled whilst walking back inside the ship, the ramp closing behind me.
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Black swords rained from the skies into hundreds of Sentinels as undead soldiers threw themselves at the robotic forces of Doom. Nearby, a wolf that was five stories tall, rag-dolled one of the largest robots in the area like it was a chew toy. Half a block away a massive serpent was writhing around a cluster of around three hundred Sentinels whilst venom dripped from its teeth onto a nearby car, melting it into a puddle of hot metallic goo.
"This cretin does not understand the beast he had poked." Hela spat imperiously as she backhanded a Sentinel into her undead, the undying soldiers crawling over it and tearing it apart cord by cord.
She raised her spiked crown upwards, watching the 'Chinese' mortals stabbing at the inconsequential metal bugs that had been a pest to her efforts like a bunch of ants fighting off a wasp. The Asgardian princess and ruler of Helheim rolled her eyes in exasperation as she watched Fenrir play with his food once again, the wold of end time pissing on the corner of a high-rise whilst wagging his tail happily.
"Fenrir, stop it. You're embarrassing not only me, but Asgard as well." She calmly enunciated, her tone clipped and annoyed. The wolf didn't seem to care about her however and quickly ran over to another Sentinel and chomped down into it. Once again she rolled her eyes upwards, her annoyance peaking... All she wanted was a good fight and this 'Doom' wasn't providing it.
"Enough! We're done here! Let us go to this Thailand place!" Hela shouted out her orders before summoning a massive sword and propelling it into the sky in an arching shot. The sound of slithering and roaring following behind her as the 'Chinese' all shouted her praises.
Unknowingly she had gained another epithet that day... Nu Wa...
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Vermithor plunged through the atmosphere like a spear as the spines on his back whistled. Aegon, or Jon, had been having the time of his life upon the back of his awesome steed. So far he had crushed several of these 'Sentinels' the name having come from Drecarios who momentarily used the chat to communicate their names.
His target was very different this time however as Doom had apparently taken over a ship that was once owned by another country and was using it as a platform for the VTOLs, whatever they were. His stoic expression slipped minutely as he witnessed the CIWS; Close-In Weapon System, of the aircraft carrier strike the outer shell of the dragon's magic.
Indeed, his dragon had a sorcery all its own and, as explained to him by Loki, was capable of deflecting even Thor's powers for a time. Thus the weapons on this ship was all but inconsequential to Aegon as he hugged the back of his mount and felt the wings extend outwards.
The wind whistled horrifyingly as Vermithor glided across the sky, swooping downwards towards the aircraft carrier like an arrow from a bow. The movement slowed ever so slightly before he felt the inhale of his mount and experienced the electric taste of power wash over him as flame poured from the dragon's mouth like a waterfall.
Explosions rocked the ship as he and Vermithor passed, his head turning back to witness the annihilation of the central tower onboard the ship.
"Gevī!" The Dragon roared in happiness at the approval of Aegon, the mount and rider swooping around for another run.
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A green lightsaber perforated several of the Sentinels that had been plaguing a military division in London. It whizzed back to the man who originally wielded it as that same man lifted hundreds of other robots into the sky and physically crushed them with the force.
Luke tilted his head to the side after killing another hundred of the normal foot soldiers of Doom, a blast of plasma searing through the air where his neck had just been. Frowning in the direction of the sentinel he simple moved to finger through the air and launched several cars up and into the sentinel, smooshing it into semi-flat salvage.
"Is that Luke Skywalker!?" One of the civilians cried out in shock as the Jedi Grandmaster moved through the street, errantly disabling and destroying robots in his wake.
Luke didn't pay them any attention as he simply moved towards his objective, which was currently Buckingham Palace, where something would allow them to win? He couldn't be certain, the timeline was fluctuating wildly... For instance, he just got a glimpse of Drecarios gaining knowledge of a new aspect of his powers which was messing with the possibilities the group had in facing Doom head on.
He sighed as he held a blast of plasma in the middle of the air, saving a child from death, before sending to back the droid. It exploded into shards of superheated metal as he casually continued walking through the streets of London as if he were simply taking a stroll.
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Gandalf took a small toke of his pipe as he witnessed Mara cut down several more robots, her magenta blade humming with barely contained power as she willed the force to tear several more apart.
"You need to calm yourself young Mara. Your emotions are too, erratic, all we need do is simply calm ourselves and move forwards without falling to the temptations of Morgoth." The old wizard wisely stated as smoke puffed from his nose and mouth in rings.
"HOW ABOUT YOU HELP!!!" She screamed as she flung her lightsaber into several Sentinels that were harassing Ciri about a street away, the young woman nodding towards her before teleporting away and burying a sword into the back of a robot that was about to kill a police officer.
"I am helping. By not fighting now, I am preserving my strength for the greater conflict. I can sense this 'Doom' fellow is going to be rather challenging." He took another toke of his pipe.
"Fucking wizards!" She growled out.
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Caleb Widogast sneezed powerful in the middle of his casting and shot a high level fireball at another sentinel unintentionally. He grimaced as he stuck a hand out and summoned a magical shield, the mechanical appendages of the Sentinel deflecting off of it barely.
"THIS IS SOME SERIOUS BULLSHIT!" Beau shouted aloud for everyone to hear, as if they were having an easier time than her in this fight.
"I'm definitely gonna stick a dildo up this Doom guy's ASS!" Jester declared powerfully as she directed her spiritual weapon right up the ass of a nearby robot before being flung backwards by an additional Sentinel.
"Elsa better get here soon!!!" Tony screamed out inside his helmet as he blasted one Sentinel away before engaging the second that was centimetres away from throwing him down the street.
An explosion in the sky rocked the area as the Sentinels and robots were immediately wrung out and deposited on the fractures bitumen of Paris's roads. A beautiful black ship blared through the sky as a man stood on its ramp, unaffected by gravity, his robes fluttering in the wind as he moved his hand and split another Sentinel apart.
"WHOOOO! BADASS!!! 😈👾👽" Jester emoted as the rest of her team slumped to the ground next each other, watching as 'Elsa' slowly descended onto their street in his space ship.
"Took you long enough." Tony muttered before slumping onto his backside next to Yasha, who had large black wings out and looked goth as fuck.
"Want a cookie?" The barbarian asked harmlessly, a half eaten cookie muffling her words slightly.
"Sure." Tony's face plate lowered and took the cookie softly, bringing it to his mouth as Elsa stepped off the ship and walked up towards them.
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