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thelegion2016-05-13 02:15 pm
letsgolegion) wrote in thelegion2016-05-13 02:15 pm
Entry tags:
- dexter grif,
- dipper pines,
- jason lee scott,
- nova prime/rich rider,
- nova/sam alexander,
- npc: brainiac 5,
- npc: ferro,
- npc: kid quantum,
- npc: timber wolf,
- plot: where angels fear to tread,
- venom/gwen stacy,
- ✘ alexander of astora,
- ✘ green lantern/hal jordan,
- ✘ hiccup,
- ✘ judy hopps,
- ✘ nick wilde,
- ✘ parker,
- ✘ son gohan,
- ✘ videl
WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD - Mod Plot [Network Post | 1]
[They get a transmission from the outpost orbiting the planet where new displacees appear, the battered remains of the planet Phelolu. It's a priority distress call, so the message is received by every Legionnaire and all major posts on Legion World.]
[The commanding officer of the response team is a Carggite, Dr. Trez. All three of her grey-haired selves look shaken. Behind her, the main viewscreen of the outpost is cracked and consoles are sparking. The outpost has clearly come under heavy attack.]
Mayday mayday, this is Legion Outpost Phelolu, we are under attack by a 10X10 threat! I repeat, it is a 10X10 threat. Do not send a response team. I repeat: do not send a response team! We'll leave monitoring equipment on for surveillance but all personnel is evacuating the outpost.
Over!
[And that is the only message they get. She quickly reforms into one self, and leaves the console, helping a crew member that's fallen. The entire command deck shakes once. Then again. Fortunately, all members of the team escape the command deck and the hatch to the threshold room closes.]
[By the time the hull rips open, it's plenty of time for them to have escaped through a threshold gate. It's hard to see what causes the breach. There is only a flash of silver and all of a sudden a chunk of it is gone. More of it gets ripped away, and there's a brief flash of something blue and sparkling. With another flash of silver, the whole deck explodes and the camera view is lost. The monitoring system shifts to an external camera as a default so that they can see the field of wreckage outside. There is only a small, barely functioning hunk of the outpost left. The rest is a debris field that's obscuring the view of the planet. Ice dust from the vaporization systems creates a huge cloud that the barely functioning lights reflect off in the void.]
[That's when they see it looming out through the debris field. It's an incomprehensible being, a force of nature, and each sentient's mind must try to make what sense of it that it can by assigning it some kind of image. To many humanoids, what they see is the face of an impossibly huge man.]
[Despite the fact that it should be impossible for any sound to vibrate through the void, they can hear him speak, his voice thundering impossibly loud. Everyone who hears it hears it in their native language, two simple words that spell out the doom of civilizations:]
"GALACTUS HUNGERS!"
[Silver and sparkling blue streak by again and they see now what the cause of the streaks are. One is a man that looks like he's made of liquid silver, riding a silver surfboard. The other is a ethereal and graceful-looking alien with a staff, who looks like she's made out of stardust. As they attack the last of the outpost with a wave of cosmic power, the feed cuts out.]
[The commanding officer of the response team is a Carggite, Dr. Trez. All three of her grey-haired selves look shaken. Behind her, the main viewscreen of the outpost is cracked and consoles are sparking. The outpost has clearly come under heavy attack.]
Mayday mayday, this is Legion Outpost Phelolu, we are under attack by a 10X10 threat! I repeat, it is a 10X10 threat. Do not send a response team. I repeat: do not send a response team! We'll leave monitoring equipment on for surveillance but all personnel is evacuating the outpost.
Over!
[And that is the only message they get. She quickly reforms into one self, and leaves the console, helping a crew member that's fallen. The entire command deck shakes once. Then again. Fortunately, all members of the team escape the command deck and the hatch to the threshold room closes.]
[By the time the hull rips open, it's plenty of time for them to have escaped through a threshold gate. It's hard to see what causes the breach. There is only a flash of silver and all of a sudden a chunk of it is gone. More of it gets ripped away, and there's a brief flash of something blue and sparkling. With another flash of silver, the whole deck explodes and the camera view is lost. The monitoring system shifts to an external camera as a default so that they can see the field of wreckage outside. There is only a small, barely functioning hunk of the outpost left. The rest is a debris field that's obscuring the view of the planet. Ice dust from the vaporization systems creates a huge cloud that the barely functioning lights reflect off in the void.]
[That's when they see it looming out through the debris field. It's an incomprehensible being, a force of nature, and each sentient's mind must try to make what sense of it that it can by assigning it some kind of image. To many humanoids, what they see is the face of an impossibly huge man.]
[Despite the fact that it should be impossible for any sound to vibrate through the void, they can hear him speak, his voice thundering impossibly loud. Everyone who hears it hears it in their native language, two simple words that spell out the doom of civilizations:]
[Silver and sparkling blue streak by again and they see now what the cause of the streaks are. One is a man that looks like he's made of liquid silver, riding a silver surfboard. The other is a ethereal and graceful-looking alien with a staff, who looks like she's made out of stardust. As they attack the last of the outpost with a wave of cosmic power, the feed cuts out.]
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Collating.
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They both only have a fraction of his power and I didn't stand a chance against either of 'em even back when I was at full strength. When his former heralds teamed up with us against the bugs in the Annihilation War they could singlehandedly fight whole armadas to a standstill.
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The last time I talked the Silver Surfer into asking him to wait a few hours until everyone evacuated before he ate a planet.
That was all I could do to save it, ask him nicely.
There is no stopping Galactus. All you can do is delay him or redirect him.
Maybe if Reed Richards were here, we'd have more options because he's figured out techie ways to turn him away in the past, but I haven't got a clue what he did. It was way over my head and I don't have my supercomputer with me -- she was the one that downloaded his records the last time I had access to the Avengers database.
I haven't got a clue how to stop him.
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But not while Stardust is around. She thinks being devoured by her master is an honor. She'll kill anyone that tries to stop him and anyone that tries to evacuate worlds he feeds on. She even picks inhabited ones on purpose.
I'm sorry, I wish I could tell you I had some magical solution, but I don't. Even at my most powerful I didn't have a chance of stopping him.
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Is Galactus technically alive?
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[He throws his hands in the air. Even the one holding the omnicom. When the view's back on his face, he's looking exasperated. He's not really mad at all the questions, though, he's mad at how little he really knows. He's no better equipped here to take on Galactus than he was back home. Hell, without Worldmind and at just a fraction of his former power levels, he's less equipped here.]
Yes? No? Maybe?
He's some kind of cosmic...thingy from before the universe. I have no idea what that even means.
Worldmind was the one with all the answers and she's not in my head anymore and I don't even know if she would've known the answer to that.
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Didn't do so hot against Nekron, because I guess if something's completely dead there's nothing to pass judgment on, but the Spectre is one of the things that gets the fuck me reaction from us. It might be a match.
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God's vengeance is your plan.
You have God's vengeance in this universe? That's actually a thing?
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It is absolutely a thing.
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[He just sort of freezes for a moment, processing.]
The hell, Jordan?
What haven't you done?
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