DISCLAIMER: The majority of the characters in this fic are not made up, they were members of the Gundam Project message boards, shutting down September 1, 2001. Those characters that I did create are copyright of myself, while Gundam and anything else that has to do with it is copyright of Bandai
Ok, about three months ago there was a thread on Gundam Project that became a really nifty RPG. About two months ago, I went and turned it into a fic, a work still in progress. Because I doubt most of you went to Gundam Project, I'll include a list of who the characters are:
Preventer Agent - A member of Gundam Project's message board and the central character in Eternal Cataclysm
Pkmatrix - Myself, of course
Agent Fire - A character I invented for Eternal Cataclysm, he is Preventer's best friend
Reg - At Gundam Project, Reg is part of the programming (REG is short for REGULATOR) that posts the time a topic was deleted. Somehow, Reg became the mascot of the message boards, and was very critical in the original RPG. In this fic, he has a clone that is also referred to as Reg.
Mark Simmons - Webmaster of Gundam Project
Stephen Falken, Krakenhaus, Lord Maxwell, Terry Horikiri, Zetasphere, Wing Zero Alpha, and DHD - Gundam Project's Moderators
Republic - Another member of Gundam Project, in this fic he is head of the secretive Intelligence Bureau
Red Comet - Yet another member of Gundam Project, here I have made him head of the Reasearch Center
Bladed Edge - The member who started the original thread that this story is based on, he appears later on in the story
The Mysterious Member - What it says, to find out who he really is you'll have to read!
If anyone has anymore questions, please post them in the reviews. Anyways, without further ado, here is Chapter one of Eternal Cataclysm!
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Chapter One
Preventer Agent walks into a storage room in his lab, where samples of DNA of all Gundam Project members is stored. He walks along the wall of the circular room, scanning the names of the members: Republic, PT Iggy Fall, Red Comet, etc.
"Soon, my new plan for controlling the moderation forum will be put into action," says Preventer Agent as he stops in the center of the room. He turns to look at the door, which slides open and Reg enters. Preventer Agent looks down at the short, dinosaurian creature, he can remember when he created him. This creature isn't the real Reg, it is a clone, which he keeps around as a pet.
"It is 6:10, Preventer," says Reg in his usually cheery voice. Preventer Agent just walks by Reg, acting as if he hadn't heard.
"I am aware my pet. Now come, we must go to cloning chamber to check the status of our first creation," replies Preventer Agent, walking down the hall with his hands behind his back. Reg quickly scurries after him, catching up and relaxing into a walk. The two turn around the corner and into another room, filled with computers and other advanced technology and in the center is a giant glass tube.
"Computer! What is the status of the Falken clone?" asks Preventer Agent, taking a seat at his computer terminal, next to another agent dressed exactly like him.
"The clone is completed and awaiting inspection," answers the computer in its usual monotone voice. Preventer Agent smiles at the news and walks up toward the tube.
"Release the clone!" he orders and his underlings rush to complete the command. A few seconds the glass tube rises to the ceiling and Preventer Agent is confronted with an exact duplicate of the moderator Stephen Falken.
"I will serve you till death, my liege," says the clone, giving a brisk salute.
"Excellent, since you are my first human clone I will make you my assistant," says Preventer Agent as he turns to his agents, "Activate cloning process for Member number 8!" The clone steps out of the way as the glass tube comes down and begins to clone another moderator: Krakenhaus. As Preventer Agent leaves the room, he remembers back to when this whole thing started...about six months earlier.
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Six Months Ago...
"What do you mean my application has been rejected?!" screamed Preventer Agent, jumping to his feet and startling Lord Maxwell.
"I'm sorry, but you don't have what it is necessary to be a moderator. And I'm also quite sure that Mr. Simmons won't let you buy a forum for your organizaton's perusal," explained Lord Maxwell sternly. This had been about the tenth time Preventer Agent had applied to be appointed as moderator and this was also the tenth time he had been rejected.
"That is exactly what you said last time! Who goes over these applications? I want to speak to your superior!!" demanded Preventer Agent, totally furious that he'd failed to become a moderator again.
"My only superior is Mr. Simmons himself, and new moderators are chosen by a vote. Don't be so dissapointed, you aren't the only one who was rejected," replied Lord Maxwell, trying to calm him down, but it was useless. Preventer Agent looked ready to just tear down the doors to the Moderator's Forum right then and there, even though it was humanly impossible.
"That's it! I've had it! You guys don't want me to moderate, well you're not going to stop me! I'll find some way in there and I'll make myself the ONLY moderator!" yelled Preventer Agent as he stomped out of the office.
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Three Months Ago...
On the main street of the UBB, Preventer Agent and Reg sat in a black Ford Explorer across the street from the Moderator's Forum Building.
"Well, its taken some time, but we finally have our ultimate plan ready. Actually its my ultimate plan, you're just an accessory," said Preventer Agent as he grabed his backpack and steped out of the SUV.
"Yes...I know," replied Reg with a slightly depressed tone in his voice. He hoped out of the Explorer after Preventer Agent and closed the door behind them. They quickly crossed the street and entered the building. After passing the sleeping security guards and taking the elevator to the top floor (the fifth), the duo finally reached the door to the Moderator's main office. No one other than a Moderator had ever seen the inside of this room, in fact that was the first time any normal citizen had ever stepped onto that floor uninvited.
"Reg, find the Security Office and shut down the security system," ordered Preventer Agent.
"Ok!" replied Reg as he gave a salute and ran off down the hall. A few minutes later, Preventer Agent watched as the lasers crossing across the door and the light on the hand scanner died away. He took out a C4 and planted it on the door, then ran around the corner and pushed the detonation switch. The entire building shook as the door exploded into a fireball and smoke rushed down the hallway. Preventer Agent regrouped with Reg and walked back to the door...only to find a light dent in it.
"Whoa...that's one tough door. Reg destroy it!" yelled Preventer Agent. Reg immediately pounced at the door and within minutes it was reduced to a pile of metal shreds. Preventer Agent quickly put on his full body armor and steped into the room of the still gawking moderators.
Cocking his MP5, Preventer Agent said, "I told you people three months ago that I would find a way into the Moderator's Forum! Now it has happened! Surrender yourselves and declare me sole moderator or I will shoot every one of you!"
"Reg?" asked WZA as the little reptile stepped out from behind Preventer Agent.
"That's impossible! Reg is right over there!" said Krakenhaus, pointing to the real Reg who laid in the corner of the room.
"This isn't the real Reg you fool! This is a clone that I created to fufill this mission!" answered Preventer Agent. The Reg clone looked at the ground, obviously upset at the news. And the realization had come over Lord Maxwell: Preventer Agent had never told him that he was a clone. At this thought, he could only feel pity for this Reg and hatred toward rebellious Preventer Agent. He closed his eyes and concentrated on Preventer Agent, activating the abilites granted to him.
"Wha...what's happening?!" yelled Preventer Agent as he suddenly began to dematerialize. Before he could do anything, he was gone, to the amazement of the moderators. But immediately they realized what had happened, the resident psychic Lord Maxwell had done it again.
"Good work, Mawell!" said Stephen as he sat back down in his chair.
"I'd better call to get the door fixed," said Krakenhaus as he picked up the phone.
"Wha...where did he go?" asked Reg as his eyes began to well up with tears. Pity once again overcame Lord Maxwell as the clone spoke on the verge of tears. Unlike the real Reg, this once seemed to have the mind of a child, a young Reg.
"Your friend is fine...he is being punished because he broke our door. You can find him at the prison on the other side of town," replied Lord Maxwell. Reg immediately ran from the door and down the hall toward the elevator.
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Present...
Preventer Agent enters his private chambers and sits down at his desk. Its at this moment that he realizes that he isn't alone: Reg and his new assistant, the Falken clone, are standing in front of his desk staring at him.
"What do you want?" asks Preventer Agent.
"We were wondering if you had anything for us to do," replies Assistant Falken.
"No...wait, I want you to complete cloning all of the moderators. Reg will assist you and show you how the main controls work," says Preventer Agent.
"Thank you, sir," replies Assistant Falken, quickly leaving the room. Reg stops just short of the door, turns and bows to Preventer Agent.
"Good night," he says softly and leaves. But Preventer Agent is too absorbed in his own thoughts to pay attention. His new plan must be a success...he will prove himself worthy to Mr. Simmons...failure is no option this time. If he fails he will receive two years in jail instead of two months. Exhausted from the long day, he drifts into sleep on his desk.
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I hope you enjoyed Chapter One! Please R&R!
Ok, about three months ago there was a thread on Gundam Project that became a really nifty RPG. About two months ago, I went and turned it into a fic, a work still in progress. Because I doubt most of you went to Gundam Project, I'll include a list of who the characters are:
Preventer Agent - A member of Gundam Project's message board and the central character in Eternal Cataclysm
Pkmatrix - Myself, of course
Agent Fire - A character I invented for Eternal Cataclysm, he is Preventer's best friend
Reg - At Gundam Project, Reg is part of the programming (REG is short for REGULATOR) that posts the time a topic was deleted. Somehow, Reg became the mascot of the message boards, and was very critical in the original RPG. In this fic, he has a clone that is also referred to as Reg.
Mark Simmons - Webmaster of Gundam Project
Stephen Falken, Krakenhaus, Lord Maxwell, Terry Horikiri, Zetasphere, Wing Zero Alpha, and DHD - Gundam Project's Moderators
Republic - Another member of Gundam Project, in this fic he is head of the secretive Intelligence Bureau
Red Comet - Yet another member of Gundam Project, here I have made him head of the Reasearch Center
Bladed Edge - The member who started the original thread that this story is based on, he appears later on in the story
The Mysterious Member - What it says, to find out who he really is you'll have to read!
If anyone has anymore questions, please post them in the reviews. Anyways, without further ado, here is Chapter one of Eternal Cataclysm!
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Chapter One
Preventer Agent walks into a storage room in his lab, where samples of DNA of all Gundam Project members is stored. He walks along the wall of the circular room, scanning the names of the members: Republic, PT Iggy Fall, Red Comet, etc.
"Soon, my new plan for controlling the moderation forum will be put into action," says Preventer Agent as he stops in the center of the room. He turns to look at the door, which slides open and Reg enters. Preventer Agent looks down at the short, dinosaurian creature, he can remember when he created him. This creature isn't the real Reg, it is a clone, which he keeps around as a pet.
"It is 6:10, Preventer," says Reg in his usually cheery voice. Preventer Agent just walks by Reg, acting as if he hadn't heard.
"I am aware my pet. Now come, we must go to cloning chamber to check the status of our first creation," replies Preventer Agent, walking down the hall with his hands behind his back. Reg quickly scurries after him, catching up and relaxing into a walk. The two turn around the corner and into another room, filled with computers and other advanced technology and in the center is a giant glass tube.
"Computer! What is the status of the Falken clone?" asks Preventer Agent, taking a seat at his computer terminal, next to another agent dressed exactly like him.
"The clone is completed and awaiting inspection," answers the computer in its usual monotone voice. Preventer Agent smiles at the news and walks up toward the tube.
"Release the clone!" he orders and his underlings rush to complete the command. A few seconds the glass tube rises to the ceiling and Preventer Agent is confronted with an exact duplicate of the moderator Stephen Falken.
"I will serve you till death, my liege," says the clone, giving a brisk salute.
"Excellent, since you are my first human clone I will make you my assistant," says Preventer Agent as he turns to his agents, "Activate cloning process for Member number 8!" The clone steps out of the way as the glass tube comes down and begins to clone another moderator: Krakenhaus. As Preventer Agent leaves the room, he remembers back to when this whole thing started...about six months earlier.
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Six Months Ago...
"What do you mean my application has been rejected?!" screamed Preventer Agent, jumping to his feet and startling Lord Maxwell.
"I'm sorry, but you don't have what it is necessary to be a moderator. And I'm also quite sure that Mr. Simmons won't let you buy a forum for your organizaton's perusal," explained Lord Maxwell sternly. This had been about the tenth time Preventer Agent had applied to be appointed as moderator and this was also the tenth time he had been rejected.
"That is exactly what you said last time! Who goes over these applications? I want to speak to your superior!!" demanded Preventer Agent, totally furious that he'd failed to become a moderator again.
"My only superior is Mr. Simmons himself, and new moderators are chosen by a vote. Don't be so dissapointed, you aren't the only one who was rejected," replied Lord Maxwell, trying to calm him down, but it was useless. Preventer Agent looked ready to just tear down the doors to the Moderator's Forum right then and there, even though it was humanly impossible.
"That's it! I've had it! You guys don't want me to moderate, well you're not going to stop me! I'll find some way in there and I'll make myself the ONLY moderator!" yelled Preventer Agent as he stomped out of the office.
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Three Months Ago...
On the main street of the UBB, Preventer Agent and Reg sat in a black Ford Explorer across the street from the Moderator's Forum Building.
"Well, its taken some time, but we finally have our ultimate plan ready. Actually its my ultimate plan, you're just an accessory," said Preventer Agent as he grabed his backpack and steped out of the SUV.
"Yes...I know," replied Reg with a slightly depressed tone in his voice. He hoped out of the Explorer after Preventer Agent and closed the door behind them. They quickly crossed the street and entered the building. After passing the sleeping security guards and taking the elevator to the top floor (the fifth), the duo finally reached the door to the Moderator's main office. No one other than a Moderator had ever seen the inside of this room, in fact that was the first time any normal citizen had ever stepped onto that floor uninvited.
"Reg, find the Security Office and shut down the security system," ordered Preventer Agent.
"Ok!" replied Reg as he gave a salute and ran off down the hall. A few minutes later, Preventer Agent watched as the lasers crossing across the door and the light on the hand scanner died away. He took out a C4 and planted it on the door, then ran around the corner and pushed the detonation switch. The entire building shook as the door exploded into a fireball and smoke rushed down the hallway. Preventer Agent regrouped with Reg and walked back to the door...only to find a light dent in it.
"Whoa...that's one tough door. Reg destroy it!" yelled Preventer Agent. Reg immediately pounced at the door and within minutes it was reduced to a pile of metal shreds. Preventer Agent quickly put on his full body armor and steped into the room of the still gawking moderators.
Cocking his MP5, Preventer Agent said, "I told you people three months ago that I would find a way into the Moderator's Forum! Now it has happened! Surrender yourselves and declare me sole moderator or I will shoot every one of you!"
"Reg?" asked WZA as the little reptile stepped out from behind Preventer Agent.
"That's impossible! Reg is right over there!" said Krakenhaus, pointing to the real Reg who laid in the corner of the room.
"This isn't the real Reg you fool! This is a clone that I created to fufill this mission!" answered Preventer Agent. The Reg clone looked at the ground, obviously upset at the news. And the realization had come over Lord Maxwell: Preventer Agent had never told him that he was a clone. At this thought, he could only feel pity for this Reg and hatred toward rebellious Preventer Agent. He closed his eyes and concentrated on Preventer Agent, activating the abilites granted to him.
"Wha...what's happening?!" yelled Preventer Agent as he suddenly began to dematerialize. Before he could do anything, he was gone, to the amazement of the moderators. But immediately they realized what had happened, the resident psychic Lord Maxwell had done it again.
"Good work, Mawell!" said Stephen as he sat back down in his chair.
"I'd better call to get the door fixed," said Krakenhaus as he picked up the phone.
"Wha...where did he go?" asked Reg as his eyes began to well up with tears. Pity once again overcame Lord Maxwell as the clone spoke on the verge of tears. Unlike the real Reg, this once seemed to have the mind of a child, a young Reg.
"Your friend is fine...he is being punished because he broke our door. You can find him at the prison on the other side of town," replied Lord Maxwell. Reg immediately ran from the door and down the hall toward the elevator.
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Present...
Preventer Agent enters his private chambers and sits down at his desk. Its at this moment that he realizes that he isn't alone: Reg and his new assistant, the Falken clone, are standing in front of his desk staring at him.
"What do you want?" asks Preventer Agent.
"We were wondering if you had anything for us to do," replies Assistant Falken.
"No...wait, I want you to complete cloning all of the moderators. Reg will assist you and show you how the main controls work," says Preventer Agent.
"Thank you, sir," replies Assistant Falken, quickly leaving the room. Reg stops just short of the door, turns and bows to Preventer Agent.
"Good night," he says softly and leaves. But Preventer Agent is too absorbed in his own thoughts to pay attention. His new plan must be a success...he will prove himself worthy to Mr. Simmons...failure is no option this time. If he fails he will receive two years in jail instead of two months. Exhausted from the long day, he drifts into sleep on his desk.
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I hope you enjoyed Chapter One! Please R&R!