Planeswalkers Kill Stuff (IC)

[Lestaki]

Holy Terra, the Imperium of Man
Mankind's cradle, earth. The capital of an empire of a million worlds, the holy centre of a religion that holds sway over trillions of souls, the beacon that shone through the warp, the greatest fortress the universe had ever known. For so many people, it was a star of hope, the only touchstone of sanity and faith in a cruel, dark universe.

For all these reasons and more, the High Lords of Terra and their vast defence fleet looked serious askance on the fact that a conference table had spontaneously materialised in a steady orbit around the earth and a number of figures had assembled there, disregarding the tremendous defence batteries and warships that surrounded them.

The Time Manipulator coughed. "Ahem, I have brought you all here to- oh Jesus Christ my spleen!" He thrashed wildly as a gigantic golden sword materialised as if from nowhere and pierced his body, killing him within moments.

Rebenkessa stood up from the conference table, brushing back her long brown hair. "My, my. This is a poor welcome."

The angels began to emerge from the void, sliding into this dimension with a thought. Large and small, they were all long, white and with feathered wings, carrying a bewildering variety of golden weapons in twisted limbs. The angel that had impaled the Time Manipulator opened marble-white lips before its face twisted, growing to the size of a tank and swallowing the dead planeswalker whole. With a peeling of bells, the angelic chorus charged down the planeswalkers.

Rebenkessa pulled her two staves from her back, dual-wielding them like a boss as she manifested shining blue wings of light and took flight. "Magic to fly, magic to breathe in space, magic to let my voice carry in space, and magic to summon Bahamut, king of dragons!"

Bahamut materialised behind her with a roar, a titanic monster the size of an imperial frigate. He struck out with bronze claws, dashing scores of angels to bloody ruins. The angels flew around him, stabbing their golden swords impotently against his tremendous girth and trying and failing to bite through his blue scales.

Rebenkessa landed on his head, smiling. "I guess we should greet our guests the planeswalker way. I wonder if someone could pursuade the locals to help us, as well. But only if you feel like it. I think we'll be alright either way! Bahamut, Megaflare!"

Bahamut threw his head back, taking an enormous breath. Motes of blue light gathered, drawn into his gaping maw. The angels scattered instinctively, trying impotently to flee. Their efforts were in vain as Bahamut exhaled, unleashing a tremendous beam of crushing blue fire that ripped across the line of angels, wiping hundreds of them out. But thousands more boiled out of their void, swords raised.

Bridge of the Imperial Pretensions, an Imperial Victory Class Battleship
Grand Admiral Theodore was having a bad day. The Terran Grand Fleet hadn't been challenged in a thousand years, and he'd held his position by dint of hereditary title alone without seeing any action more serious than a couple of very very lost, warp-addled pirate schooners and that one time with the two Necron ships who unsubtly foreshadowed the Void Dragon's existence on Mars.

"The enemy... dragon's beam weapon has energy readings comparable to a Nova Cannon!" one of the nameless bridge npcs shouted. Two seconds later he spontaneously died when his control panel exploded.

Grand Admiral Theodore wiped the sweat from his brow. This wasn't in the Tactica Imperialis. "Retreat! All ships disengage! Get us out of here!" He blinked as no one moved to comply with his order, then turned around. "Why is-"

His voice was cut off by the sight of a Baneblade behind him. It had crushed several crucial control panels as it had infiltrated the bridge. A fat balding man with a long cloak was standing in the open top hatch of the tank, his arms folded. Next to him, a tall man held an unmistakable banner aloft with his right hand as he raised his bolt pistol with his left, shooting Grand Admiral Theodore right in his fat stupid head.

The nameless bridge npcs stared in awe. "Lord Creed and Jarren Kell! But how-"

"No time to explain," Creed said. He lit a cigar, taking a long drag. "But help is on the way. For now, fire everything!"

The Imperial Navy turned as one, targetting angels and planeswalkers indiscriminately as they did, indeed, fire everything.

[Peter]

Nefintii was directing his multiversal financial empire when it happened. All of a sudden, one of his stock markets started to drop sharply, and his personal computer alerted him that there was some kind of a problem in universe 3317887756123456/CGFXLVKNM. He had no choice but to stop looking through the forty-digit number of matters that required his personal attention so that he cold check on this one. Naturally, his first call went to his butler and personal assistant, Servant.

"How may I be of assistence, my lord?" asked Servant through the commlink.
"Unfortunately, it has come to my attention that my stocks are dropping sharply in universe 3317887756123456/CGFXLVKNM. I believe that this phenomenon demands an explanation, Servant."
"It appears that a squad of angelic beings have attacked your facilities univserse 3317887756123456/CGFXLVKNM. I believe that is the cause, my lord"
"While that is unfortunate, I would have expected you to resolve the problem by yourself, Servant. Why have you not taken action yet?"
"I beg your understanding, my lord. These creatures are rather difficult to exterminate."
"Servant, you are thereby fired for your incompetence."
"Only to be re-hired twenty-four hours later?"
"As usual, that will be the case, because as ashamed I am to admit, I require your services."
"I love this job."
"Unfortunately, it appears that you spoke casually, therefore, I must convey to you that you are now fired for fourty-eight hours," said Nefintii, and then closed his commlink.

However, when he did so, he noticed that his other stocks were also falling, and they were all adjecent to a yet unscouted one, which, he deduced, would be the source of these so called angelic beings. It seems as if these beings are directly attacking my financial empire... In that case, this can not go on for too long.

Nefintii has gathered his powers of monetary manipulation into a single point, and planeshifted into the universe that was the source of this annoyance, only to find himself near a planet, in the middle of a huge fight. Beam, particle and mass-based weapons blazed with furious heat, however, he also noted that the angelic beings really were here. Just when he was about to summon a portion of his army through The Portal Which Allows Access To The Private Universe of Nefintii, a laser beam passed by his body, scratching a single molecule off from his tailcoat.

"Unforgivable!" screamed Nefintii, then activated his comlink. "Maid, is my interdimensional fleet prepared for battle?" he asked furiously, without a care of how he appeard to his other personal assistant.
"Yes, my lord," answered Maid.
"Then send me my personal ship and four battleships. Opening portal!"

As soon as he said that, a huge rip in space-time opened behind Nefintii, sucking in and crushing several imperial ships before it disappeared, revealing a hundred-kilometre-long dreadnought escorted by four smaller ships.
"Now you will get it! All ships, assume combat formations! All units, fire at will! Flagship, please pick me up."

The five ships assumed a loose delta formation with the dreadnought at point while firing indiscriminately at the angelic beings and the imperial ships alike, turning the battlefield into a chaos of particle beams. Nefintii just watched, trying to keep his anger under control until his flagship picked him up.

[OhJohnNo]

This must be the work of some sort of tactical geni-

IC: Joe sighed as he looked round Holy Terra. No adherence to OSHA regulations, no logic in its construction, too much gilding and gold and statues (and the inch-thick layer of grime that coated everything didn't help).

The idea about persuading the locals would have appealed to him, if the locals hadn't appeared so dauntingly odd. They looked like Pilgrims, the lot of them. I bet there isn't one accountant in this whole damn planet, he thought darkly (unaware of how inconceivably wrong he was).

"Ahem."

He turned, and saw an angel standing next to him, brandishing a great sword.

"I am here to kill you, abomination." it stated grandly. Joe privately wondered why it couldn't have used a simpler, quicker word like idiot or bad thing, but decided saying something to it would be pointless. The angel grinned, and swung its greatsword in a huge arc, with th intention of lopping off his head.

Some planeswalkers would have deflected the blade out of the way by punching the flat of it from underneath, then ripped out the angel's spine, throat, spleen, brain, or any other vital organ. Some would have leapt handily out of the way, landed behind it, and punched its head off. Some would have engaged in a fierce, fiery swordfight with the angel until one or the other was cut into many little pieces. Some would have stopped the blade with a finger and flicked the angel so hard, it flew out of this reality altogether.

Joe didn't do any of this - he just ducked under the blade, then got back up and stabbed the angel through the eye with his biro. The only proper way to do it - simple, efficient, no unnecessary flash. He really couldn't abide his "friends" (if he could call that troupe of comedians this) and the melodramatic mess they made.

Oh well. he thought. Then he saw the orbital bombardment raining down on the surface of the planet.

Oh, seriously? Carpet bombing? I thought they'd learned that lesson in Vietnam. We are 40,000 years in the future, shouldn't everything be... well... shiny? Clean? Efficient? No more eyesore skyscrapers, or differently-shaped houses on the same street? No more stupid military manoeuvres that are horrendously inneffective? (A normal person may have thought up an analogy to use at this point, but it didn't occur to Joe).

I suppose I'd better stop that. Could cause injury, blindness, deafness, pollution, smoke, and genocide. And with that, Joe teleported onto the bridge of the Imperial Pretensions.

"Hello", he said simply. "Could you stop that, please? Horribly unhealthy and inefficient."

[Mokino]

This was a weird one. She suspected her brother had dreams like this…

“What shall we do, ma’am?” asked the captain of the vessel as he turned to face the golden armoured figure with the feline ears. Normally such mutation wouldn’t be tolerated, but Saint Kinosawa was well known in the annuls of Terra.

She didn’t remember his name. Names didn’t matter since she’d created them all.

“Purge them in the Emperor’s Fire, of course.” Fuuka said, raising her golden baton towards the angelic creatures and the odd person fighting them, “All of them. Such abominations have no place in this world.”

After all, she was the hero of her own dreamscape. That made these other newcomers the bad guys. It was purely logical.

With a thought she was outside in the chaos, golden wings appearing from her back. Several of the winged humanoids detected her presence and focused in on her, swooping in to attack. Fuka didn’t even blink as she readied the bat for a strike.

Three of the creatures charged in while the other two held back. All three struck at the girl savagely but their blades were simply unable to touch her. It wasn’t that she dodged or parried them; every time a blade came millimeters from her it seemed to be forced back by invisible hands. She didn’t flinch or show any emotion at all as they attempted to tear her to pieces.

Fuka swung her bat in a wide arc, the club glowing with an unearthly light. As it struck two of the three close assailants they burst into blue flames and disappeared within seconds. The third, an angel wielding a large axe, re-joined its two staff-wielding compatriots.
“What are you, monster?” it hissed.

“Me? Just the hero of this story.” Fuka said light heartedly as she pointed the bat towards the three. There was a quick flash of blue flame and all three disappeared from sight.

[atmawpn]

Like ripples on a pond the distorting space spread outwards, the space-warp bubble pushing upwards and revealing what lay within: the sleek white curves of the starship Diana...

... only for the graceful entrance to be distastefully marred by the impact of numerous anti-capital fire.

"... what the hell?" Rex uttered as he felt his impeccably Cool Ride™ shudder under the attacks. Not that it did much good though - a premature attack during a space-warp transition was mostly as effective as trying to hit a target shielded by curved space-time.

Gamma's updates streamed in efficiently, meticulously capturing every bit of information there was in the Diana's vicinity. Apparently there was a sizeable fleet, firing sizeable weapons, at sizeable numbers of flying angel things. In space. They also seemed to be committing orbital cleansing on a rather populated world. Earth, it looked like, that is if this plane even had an Earth.

"... realspace reversion in 3... 2... 1..."

A momentary flash as the bubble dissipated, sending pulses reverberating outwards through the fabric of space itself. As the shockwaves raced on they picked up everything in their paths - gunfire and angels alike, and flung them away with enough reaction force to make Newton proud.

"Not that it really matters, but could you people at least try to aim?" Rex announced to the gathered space fleet via a hastily opened channel. "I literally come in peace, and I haven't even done anything but arrive!"

He wasn't sure whether the message got through to the fleet, but it was evident that the angels wanted nothing to do with his request. There was a wave of fury as a flock of them brandished their blades and swept in towards Diana, believing that their rudimentary weapons might actually have an effect on the cutting-edge starship.

"Oh well," Rex sighed as he gestured to Gamma, the AI's hologram acknowledging with a flourish as she powered up the plasma laser array and let loose. And then there were a dozen brilliant violet beams of light cascading away from the starship, the energy waving and seething in space like lethal dancing whips, slicing through the hordes of angels with disturbing efficiency.

And when the other space fleet seemed to ignore his peaceful overtures by maintaining their fire, the laser storm simply moved on to deal with them, the beams slicing through armor and hull to chop entire vessels in two.

One of them, apparently the battleship Imperial Pretensions, found itself on the receiving end of at least three of these beams, and suddenly had its bridge and numerous other decks exposed to space.

[Lestaki]

Bridge of the Imperial Pretensions
Creed chomped his cigar while he studied the monitors of the battle. The situation had honestly turned into a complete mess. Just the way he liked it.

"Hello. Could you stop that, please? Horribly unhealthy and inefficient."

Creed stared at a bright light flaring on the monitor. "Normally I'd tell you where to stick it, but in this instance, it looks like I have no choice."

In the next moment, the battleship exploded.

Bridge of the Diana
Rex Jarvis smiled as the enemy flagship disintegrated. That should put a dent in their plans. Now to deal with the angels.

There was an audible splattering sound as something very large and very heavy stood on half of his bridge crew. When he turned around, a Warhound Titan was improbably parked inside his bridge. Creed stuck his head out of a side window. "Some people would say it'd take some kind of tactical genius to do something like this, and well, they'd be right. Anyway, we have an Emperor to defend, so get fethed. Kell, fire everything!"

The Titan began to unload its enormous arsenal into the bridge around it.

Space Above Terra
Nefintii's fleet was being enormously successful at fighting all comers. His battleships and weapons systems were the best money could buy, and there was essentially no gap in his defences. The crumbling Imperial fleet stood no chance at all.

Then a bright yellow battlebarge exploded out of the warp right up into his grill and rammed his dreadnought head on. Before his men even knew what the fuck, hundreds of yellow-armoured space-marines began to pour into the corridors of the dreadnought, screaming obcenities and punching corporate lackeys in the face so hard their heads exploded in ways that certainly weren't covered by their medical plan. The Space Marines began to punch their way to the bridge with extreme speed and violence, hell-bent on commandering the vast vessel and using it to blow some shit the fuck up. And they were pretty fucking angry, however you looked at it.

The Imperial Palace, Terra
Cypher slipped through the deserted corridors of the palace, pistols in hand. Normally, these lofty halls would have been guarded by ten thousand men, the mighty Custodes, but right now the Emperor's bodyguards were understandably distracted by the sheer nonsense that was occuring above them. This was his time. Thousands of years of efforts were not in vain. Finally, he would reach the Emperor. Nothing was left to stop him.

At that moment, the most boring man who had ever existed fell through the ceiling and landed on Cypher, knocking him over.

Joe sat up, rubbing the back of his head. To think his nominal ally would blow up the battleship he was on just as he was giving the owner a good talking to. That wasn't health-and-safety conscious at all.

Then he got kicked in the face as Cypher moved with incredible dexterity, throwing the guy off and pointing his pistols directly at the man's face. "Who the hell are you?"

Joe sighed in a snide sort of way. This was going to be a long day.

Terran Space (yet again)
Between Rebenkessa and Fuka, the angels were having their worst day ever. As delicious and edible as the two girls looked, their prodigious magical firepower was doing horrible, horrible things to the angels. Luckily, the angels had a plan. While the majority of their numbers were being killed by the thousand in a wave of battleship firepower, baseball bat violence and an angry dragon god, an advanced scouting party had infiltrated nearby Mars. After a long travel through the Noctis Labrynthus, killing every tech priest unfortunate enough to get in their way, they finally came across their goal. A vast, slumbering monster, a dragon even greater than Bahamut, an ancient star god with incredible power. The angels opened the gaping maws wide as they prepared to devour the beast. If they consumed its flesh, its power would become their own. Then it opened bright red eyes.

No one said it was a very good plan.

Rebenkessa's eyes widened as she saw a gigantic dragon rush towards them through the void of space. It looked seriously pissed. And it had brought friends, apparently, as dozens of Necron ships began to materialise, ready to meet and protect their newly awakened master. Rebenkessa snorted, turning Bahamut to face the new threat. "I'll handle the small fry. Fuka, I'll leave the first stage boss to you." She smirked, happy to play on the girl's delusions. "I'm sure you're the only one that can stop it."

[OhJohnNo]

Nefintii's fleet was being enormously successful at fighting all comers. His battleships and weapons systems were the best money could buy, and there was essentially no gap in his defences. The crumbling Imperial fleet stood no chance at all.

Then a bright yellow battlebarge exploded out of the warp right up into his grill and rammed his dreadnought head on. Before his men even knew what the fuck, hundreds of yellow-armoured space-marines began to pour into the corridors of the dreadnought, screaming obcenities and punching corporate lackeys in the face so hard their heads exploded in ways that certainly weren't covered by their medical plan. The Space Marines began to punch their way to the bridge with extreme speed and violence, hell-bent on commandering the vast vessel and using it to blow some shit the fuck up. And they were pretty fucking angry, however you looked at it.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MwjX4dG72s

IC

I should really stop hanging about with these idiots. Look what they get me into.

This man certainly didn't look very reasonable. That black armour just oozed pure ominousness, and those pistols didn't look particularly friendly either. And what exactly was the point of all those intricate engravings and cloths? They clashed awfully.

Still, I suppose I'd better answer his question.

"Hello." he said. "I'm Joe. And you are?"

Cypher looked at this man for a moment, and decided his dullness had a slim chance of being contagious - it was his duty to get rid of him (even if the Chaos Gods would hate him for making the Warp that much more boring a place). So he fired both his pistols directly into the accountant's face.

Unfortunately, he'd forgotten that this was the same accountant who'd been blasted out of an exploding spaceship by a laser, fallen through the vacuum of space, the entire polluted atmosphere of Holy Terra and several miles of blessed rockrete to land directly on Cypher's head, without even singeing his eminently practical suit.

So the pistol shots made him step backwards slightly, frowning. Snarling, Cypher got out a power sword and sliced at Joe. Joe frowned yet more (he was well practised) and staggered sideways.

Why does everyone I fall on from space try to kill me? he wondered. So he got out his biro and delivered a full-force stab to Cypher's chest.

The biro... was a biro. It glanced off the blessed power armour and made him graze his finger.

"Ow." he muttered.

Beginning to get annoyed, Cypher glanced down the corridor. This man couldn't hurt him, and the Emperor was still down there. If he just ignored him and continued running -

The ceiling just in front of him collapsed, completely blocking off the corridor. A colossal chunk of wreckage had crashed at precisely the correct point into the Imperial Palace.

Oh well, thought Cypher, I can always leave the way I came and find another way in -

The ceiling behind him fell in with a crash, sealing off both sides of the corridor. A Necron ship had fired at precisely the right location.

Damn, Joe thought, Looks like I'll have to telepo -

At that moment, a Necron ship fell from orbit. It crashed onto the edge of the Imperial palace at a gentle angle, scraping along the roof for several miles until it came to rest just above Joe and Cypher's location. At this point, the Necrons' arcane dimensional-field generators aboard that ship malfunctioned and projected a null field out for several miles - a null field that happened to block access to several dimensions, including all the ones Joe used to teleport.

Damn. he thought.

Cypher and Joe were now trapped in a room that was exactly 4 metres square.

"That's unfortunate." said Joe. "The odds of that happening were..." He got out his calculator and typed into it a couple of times. "Approximately 0.17837566 to 1", he announced. "Would you like to know our chances of getting out?"

Cypher let out a long, animal wail of pure grief and despair.

[Peter]

After his dreadnought picked him up, Nefintii immediately ascended to the bridge and fired the captain for being 0.0000000000000000000111214124111233 seconds late when compared to his initial estimates, then he promptly took command. He then proceeded to direct what little there was to be directed while managing his financial empire, arranging a meeting with several of his shareholders, gathering all the information on this universe he could and discussing several matters of importance with Maid. All at the same time.

Suddenly, his hundred-kilometre-long dreadnought shook from a particularly large impact, which did not bother him until the screams of the crew and the profanities began to reach him. He could stand it for a while, but after that, took a deep breath, engaged his tailcoats voice amplifier and shouted with all his might, the longest insult he could think of.

The invading marines stood in silence for a second, wondering what just happened, however, they continued their rampage, until Nefintii finally finished his business. His eyes were glowing with anger, so much anger that if it could have been converted into electricity, he could power 0.0000000000000001124252541248715275175% of his financial empire's machines electronic machines. He then proceeded to unleash every single insult he could think of, joining them all into an incomprehensible rage, and the marines invading his dreadnought looked upon him with awe. Then, before they were able to recover, a gigantic portal opened from behind Nefintii, letting loose millions of bees.

"Everything is worse with bees!" shouted the man, and the swarms of bees started charging at the invading marines. Naturally, they were too small to hit, but they were also too small to cause damage. All they did was to make the marines rage even more, not that they needed it. Still, they provided enough distraction for the main force to arrive.

The bear cavalry charged through the portal with enough fury to tear apart several thousand tons of reinforced concrete. Unfortunately for the attacking marines, their armour was made out of pathetic alloys. And the russians riding the bears did not show mercy. Nor did the bears for that matter. Everybody who was not on Nefintii's side got mauled by bear claws as he contacted Maid again.

"Yes, my lord?"
"Maid, it seems that my current ship has suffered an extraordinary amount of damage," said Nefintii, slipping back into his banker persona. "Would you please prepare my other personal ship for combat?"
"I am sorry, my lord, but it will take us approximately 1254.18293675481928476859 seconds to prepare your other ship for combat. Would you like to recieve additional reinforcements?"
"I would be delighted if I were to be allowed to take command over our Rocket Chainsaw and Nunchaku Assault Rifle departments, especially if they happened to be army number 1265437891 and 12499912491 respectively. Oh, and please note Unscouted Universe number 9001/MUDKIPS as a possible site of future expansion... And would you please fire whoever named this universe so?"
"I am sorry, my lord, but it was Servant."
"If that is indeed the case, please tell him that his vacation has been extended to 72 hours."
"Most certeanly, my lord."

He just looked up in time to see the Necrons emerging from Mars, and one bunch of particles collided with Nefintii's armour.
"Unforgivable, idiotic, metallic beings!" shouted Nefintii, and opened a portal. Millions of Rocket Chainsaws bolted out of the warped space, heading towards the Necron fleet. The only problem was that these were not your usual Rocket Chainsaws. Their size was measured in kilometres.

Speaking of kilometres, Nefintii's battleships were not doing too well, either. The Space Marines were also attacking them, but they had no bear cavalry to rescue them, so the banker called in Flying Tank Regiment Number 1253781, and split them in four to cover all his ships. There was no way that he would stand for the loss of 12536728916274829174 cubic millimetres of battleship armour, not to mention the money involved in the construction of the ships.

[Deunan]

"Oh shit" Said the ghost who suddenly found herself floating in vacuum right over a city planet. Looked like Tarsonis almost.
She felt a pain in her gut and realised the protoss blade was still stuck deep in. Not thinking she merely pulled it out. Blood phissed but soon stopped. It shouldn't have but it did.

The woman sensed out, and felt a fair bit of violence in the alpha patterns of the surrounding individuals..wait where was anyone doing in deep space?

She wasn't sure, but felt a tugging at the back of her head. She concentrated on it, and to her terror zerg started to emerge , hundreds, thousands. A few swarms worth of them.
A couple flash froze almost instantly, but there were enough space born zerg to blot out the sun.

"Ups"

[Mokino]

A boss already? But I don’t even have a party yet. My dreams don’t usually have tutorial bosses and I don’t remember wanting a dragon…or any of this really. Damned nightmares again. When will they ever end?

“Fine,” Fuka said dismissively, “Stage one bosses are always wimps anyways. Though I need more dakka…”

Some heavy metal (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02nAH_oAjeg) might be nice right about now

Fuka flew into the massive hold of the Imperial dreadnaught, searching until she found exactly what she needed: a stored Imperator Titan. She neared the war machine’s “elbow” while within her hands her baton shifted into the shape of a massive sword, the blade etched with golden symbols. Fuka struck downwards, severing the massive weapon from the Deus Ex’s arm.

Effortless she hefted the massive chaingun the size of many of the ships in the conflict with her free arm, using it to easily break a hole in the encasing vessel’s hull.

“Alright, you bastard,” she taunted as she faced the oncoming dark dragon, its red eyes boring in her, “You’re on the highway to hell now.” She let loose with the cannon. Instead of massive shells, however, she saw to her satisfaction that this cannon was firing ginormous swords.

[atmawpn]

"Do you know just how hard it is to get bloodstains out of carpets?" Rex complained as he ducked behind a console that was shrinking under the Titan's barrage. "People like you are the reason starship interiors are white and sterile!"

A gesture to Gamma and the AI responded, immediately wrapping the entirety of the bridge in a precise space-warp field that folded the lot of them onto the planet's surface. There was a flash of light and the sucking sound of displacing air as the deed was done, depositing both Rex and the Titan onto the ground. With the hostile cargo offloaded, the Diana blinked back into space-warp as it jumped away in search of a good cleaning service.

At that point it occurred to Rex that now there was no cover between himself and the Titan.

"Oh crap," he uttered as he ran as quickly as his legs could take him, trying to flank the machine even as it peppered his footsteps with every ounce of death it could muster. Luckily there was a convenient boulder lying around which provided him a brief respite. With a grimace he yanked out one of his grenades and flung it in the monster's general direction. Shortly thereafter there was a deafening bang accompanied by a searing blast of ultraviolet and gamma radiation as the quantum cascade reaction took place, dumping inordinate amounts of sheer energy into the Titan's vicinity.

And just to be sure, he leaned out from behind the boulder and opened fire with his Redeemer, sending high-speed bullets of telekinetic force slamming into what he believed to be the approximate location of the Titan in all the smoke and falling debris. It was at the time that a figment of his imagination popped into tenuous existence.

"What you get for wanting your own way," said the unidentifiable figure who was totally not Jun or Jaime or the Lost Emperor - just similar in concept by sheer and startling coincidence. "Absolute Repulsion is still the best."

"Oh yeah?" Rex snapped back. "It's all relative you know."

"Whatever you say. Have fun while I go own bad guys with my Annihilation Sphere sidekick babes," said the figure who vanished in a puff of logic.