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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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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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[He has seen things. Things]
At least it's part of a pantheon comprehensible to mortal minds.
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God is God.
[He flails slightly]
God can't exist in a universe where there are cosmic death engines and universes where death died and Lovecraftian monsters just --
[It bothers him. After everything he's seen.]
How's there a God that lets giant cosmic monsters eat whole planets? And lets monsters like Annihilus kill billions and billions and billions and billions?
And you're telling me you had a direct line to the big guy? Seriously? That he exists and you had a direct line to him. What the hell, Hal?
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Don't ask me what God's thinking. I don't know. Some of the time I was the Spectre's host I just remember like I'm watching from the outside in, and a lot of it I flat out can't remember at all. It's a blank.
I don't think we're meant to be able to wrap our heads around it.
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It means there's possibly actually a God, like for real, and I stopped believing a long time ago.
Makes me angry.
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I just saw a lot. During the war.
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My personal experience with godlike power and a desire to fix things was...kind of an eye-opener. So I think we're coming at this from completely opposite ends.
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I've spent a lot of time fighting people with that kinda power, where all they did was kill with it.
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In your position, there's a good chance I'd think differently.
[ Agree to disagree, he figures. ]