Disclaimer: I do NOT own gargoyles; they belong to Buinavista. Jericho
and Damien belong to Christine Morgan even though I have used them in a
different setting. Doom belongs to ID, and everyone else belongs to me.
3) A spell that erases some ones presence are hard to perform but the combined spells of erasing an entire groups presence into the past, teleportation, AND providing a completely new set of impenetrable memories drained even my mana sorely. I was lucky to drop us back in Central Park instead of in some much more dangerous place, like the wall of a major store. The smell of the park did much to ease my strain but the angered people surrounding me did not. "What the hell!" yelled Doom. "Magic!" exclaimed Jericho. "Why did you do that!" snarled Demona. And the eloquent "Huh?" from Lucifer. Even though I was extremely powerful, my friends' anger does affect me terribly. That and I had a massive headache. "Please calm down." I said rubbing my temples. "I can explain. We were screwing up the destiny of this world and I had to effectively erase our presence before something really bad happened." I sighed hoping they would leave it at that. However Demona could not just leave enough alone. "What do you mean 'screwing up destiny' Wraith." She demanded. I sighed realizing that this was not going to help my headache at all. "I mean that we came back to soon and this story is not under my authors control. So anything that we do that changes the history of this universe before the author is done will result in intergalactic stress leading to some apocalyptic mess. We can NOT interfere in any affairs of this universe until the other author is finished. I have erased our presence from the core of the timeline but since there is no way to leave I could not erase it completely. AND if you don't mind leaving off I have just used a massive amount of my energy and have a freaking HUGE headache."
Amazingly Demona backed down. But unfortunately once her temper backs down she begins to think, and when she thinks she thinks brilliantly, and when she thinks brilliantly she comes up with the most damned concerns that I did not want in any way, shape, or form do deal with. Nevertheless the concerns came; life sucks, it really does. "But what will we do now since we are cut off from action?" was the first concern. And it did warrant some thought but since I was in such mental agony that I grasped at the first straw of hope for a quick solution I thought of. "You wouldn't have any knowledge of a 'Project Apocalypse' do you?" I asked sitting down on the soft grass. Demona stood contemplating the question while the rest joined me on the grass. Doom stretched out in a deception of ease while discreetly studying our surroundings. Jericho sat next to Demona watching her quietly. And Lucifer was sprawled out on the ground blissfully studying a passing firefly. When she finally sat I saw that she had found something in her memory. "That name does ring a bell but I just can't place it." She stated. "Think back towards the beginning of Nightstone." I suggested. Watching the recognition illuminate her face made my headache much more bearable and got rid of a major problem. "I do remember that project now. It was a last ditch idea that I started out of some temporary paranoia. But I never thought of it again. Whenever I looked again there were no traces that it had ever continued." She explained. I smiled at her. "If you remember starting that project then it will still be there. Demona whenever you seem to get those 'temporary paranoia's fate seems to smile on you. The man you contacted to do the project was named Cervantes right?" She nodded confused. "Then there is nothing to worry about anymore. Cervantes is an agent of mine and probably hid the project from you for my possible use. Now all we have to do is find the place." I finished smiling. However Demona was not. "And how do you propose we find him?" She demanded. I just kept smiling and then snapped my fingers. And the world disappeared in a flash of light.
* * * * * * * * * * * * 4) Project Apocalypse
Cervantes climbed into his soft bed after a busy day. It was not easy keeping track of a completely automated spying network running. Especially when you were over 200 years old. But it did have its perks. As it was his job to know Cervantes had found that every day life was even more bizarre than most books. Of course, he thought smiling, life was a book. But that made everything more fun. Being able to sit back and watch life's amazing plays was not one that normally did not receive. However it still was nice to just climb into a warm bed and fall asleep. But life was not going to be fair tonight, or even kind. CCCCCCCCRRRRRAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKK THUD!! "SHIT!" "OOWWW!" "GET OFF OF ME!" "CATCH THE BLOODY EGG!" And then a massive bang as the emergency stun defenses immobilized everything in the room across the hall. Cervantes growled as he got out of bed. This blasted day just would not end. With a fair amount of annoyance mixed with some underlying curiosity he stalked across the corridor ready to ladle out some vindicated justice. The fact that the pile of humans and gargoyles in the middle of the room was taller than him did not faze him in the least. That was until the largest man twitched and started to dig himself out of the pile. 'No being in existence could have shrugged of that blast!' Cervantes thought in shock. 'Unless they were ... Oh Damn!' Cervantes froze in shock as he tried to decide whether to run for his life or help the man up. The man struggled to his feat and then fell back to his knees. He looked up and weakly beckoned to Cervantes. "Cervantes ... I ... Wraith ... get ... mana ... potion ... hurry!" He gasped. Cervantes quickly responded and dashed out of the room. The closest storeroom was only a few doors down and Cervantes bolted for it. 'Why does the minute you need something it always disappears' Cervantes thought as he rummaged quickly through the scullery. Coming up with something with the word Mana scrawled on it he bolted back to the man. The man had gotten only a few feet before toppling to the floor. He was obviously fighting just to stay conscious. Cervantes quickly poured the drink into the man's mouth and watched him swallow. The effects were immediate and astonishing. He convulsed and lifted off the ground as a blue aurora enfolded him. When the man touched the ground again he was obviously in much better shape. As he got back on his feet there was no lag in his motion at all.
Wraith I smiled as I got to my feet with little effort. The effects of a mana potion were simply astounding. Extending my hand to Cervantes I immediately thanked him for the potion. "Who are you again?" he asked guardedly. "I am Wraith of the HellAngels." I told him once again. However this time the implications finally set in. Cervantes stared in shock his mouth hanging open. "But ... but ... you can't be him!" he stuttered. "He is supposed to be one of the most powerful beings in existence. How could he end up here like you." "My friend being as powerful as I am only means I have a sometimes benevolent author guiding my destiny. And that occasionally I get screwed over by fate when he goes to sleep. Only that when fate screws me over she always seems to go full out. I cannot count the number of times I have been ripped from some place and dropped in some other dimension. It is just something that I had to get use to." I explained. "However I would like to know how things are going on here with this facility." "Well your information and initial supplies have greatly helped this project. While Ms. Dominique did help provide a site but your technology has truly made this place a wonder." "Well that's nice but I would rather know this places current capabilities." "Oh, of course Wraith. This building is, as you know three miles under water with incredible shielding. It would take quite a few of "planet buster" nukes to crack this shell. There are a total of thirty- three square miles of structure here, most of which is not being used and can be rebuilt for anything. The facility is completely self-sufficient. There has just not been any reason to develop it yet." "Well now we do. I brought my capsules with all of the current technology from Outpost, so we can completely renovate this place. But tell me Cervantes, when was the last time you had word from Angelica?" "Well, that was about two or three years ago, so I guess you have another eighteen years stuck here." "Well that's just peachy. Oh well, I guess I can make the best of it. By the way do you have any guest quarters?" "Of course there are. They are just down the hall." "Good then. Why don't we get my friends into their rooms then while I fill you in on the rest of my exploits."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
(5 Hours latter)
"... and that's about the gist of it." I finished as I settled Jericho's statue in its room. Cervantes just whistled. "That is a pretty tall tale to believe. I can accept your part in it because that is what I know you do. But Demona, liking humans and repenting is just not in her. I have watched her too long to believe other wise." "Fine then just wait until tomorrow or when ever they wake up from the stuns affects and you will see for yourself. Just make sure to get me up before any of the others awaken." I said before heading for the door. "As for me I'm going to bed. Good night Cervantes."
* * * * * * * * * * * * (Basic training Camp 1 year later)
Demona's head hit the mat on the ground with nearly bone shattering force. Barely able to get to her knees she spit out a mouthful of padding. The pain in her body nearly blocked out all other sensation but not quite. And as it lessened she realized that the round must have finished. Otherwise she would have been in even more pain. As Demona stumbled over to the water cooler at the sidelines she tried to take stock over her situation. Beaten, bruised, and damn near unconscious. All thanks to BOB her combat instructor. She never knew there was so much to combat. Training in survival, hand-to-hand, marksmanship, demolition, vehicle piloting, the list went on and on. She had appeared here almost one year ago and only recently obtained her physique again. She had arrived in near atrophy. But now she had her muscle tone back and ten times the fighting skill she previously had. It made her wonder how things would be in another four years when their training would be complete.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
(Project Apocalypse Same Time)
Wraith slammed the screwdriver home and gave the blasted screw a final viscous half turn. With a grin half way between malicious and giddy insane he crowed out in joy. Barely able to contain his rapture he flipped the final switch in the wall. The machine whined, hummed, and then sputtered to death. "DAMN YOU MURPHY! DAMN YOU TO HELL! CAN YOU NOT LEAVE ME ALONE FOR ONE FREAKIN DAY!" was the scream that rebounded off the walls as his adulation turned to fury. His fist smashed into the wall next to the panel as his fury found physical release. Strangely enough Murphy must have felt that this loss of control was enough of a concession to his law and let the machine groan to life successfully. Or perhaps it was Murphy's loyal servant Cervantes who wickedly grinning flipped the power coupling to the room back on. This last machine was one of Wraith crowning achievements in engineering. It was a cross between a gravity room and holodeck, except everything was fully created in material replicated out of whatever was fed into the storage tanks. And it could simulate any environment he knew of. The perfect training room for Wraith which Cervantes knew that is what exactly what he was going to use it for. Oh what fun he would have when Wraith started using it; for what could be more fun than to mess up a being twice as powerful as God and get away with it.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
(Basic Training Camp 2 years latter)
Demona drove the jeep across the battlefield while firing the rocket launcher out the window with one hand. Miraculously all of the rockets hit their targets even though the jeep was jumping and weaving around insanely. Pulling up to a halt in front of the massive doors of the compound she leapt out of the jeep. Switching to the BFG she let loose a blast behind her to clean up any other forces. While the monsters cringed in fear she pounded on the door to get it open. Cursing under her breath she got back into the jeep and put it in reverse. Once she was a safe, relatively, distance away Demona cast all caution to the wind. "Fuck it all." She muttered as twenty rockets pounded the doors in. She knew every monster in a five-mile radius had heard and she had to work quickly. Charging back into the complex she switched to the railgun and blew of the head of anything that moved. Running up and down corridors, while stopping only long enough to either pick up ammo and supplies or consult her map, she quickly arrived at her first objective. "Makron" was the emblem over the large steel double doors. Steeling herself for the first true test she stepped inside.
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(Project Apocalypse 2 years later)
The lone warrior stood upon the empty battlefield impatiently. He had stood there for nearly an hour and still he stood. Then the flat horizon suddenly seamed to rise as countless enemies appeared in wave if darkness. The armies faced down the fearless man with everything seemingly in their favor. But still they were slightly unnerved at how he could just watch them with pure indifference. No matter, they thought, mentally shrugging, then he will die that much sooner. With a horrendous cry they swarmed forwards towards the smirking target. Unfortunately for them Wraith was in a preoccupied mood. The dark laughter that barely preceded the blast haunted the few survivors for the rest of their lives. Wraith would have slain them all but he had received a message. They awaken. Was all it said but that was enough. Hurrying out of the Training Chamber he sped down the corridors towards the Basic Training Area. Stepping into the room with Cervantes right behind him he went over to the four large Gateways on the opposite wall. Each contained a glowing liquid silver portal. And from each portal stepped a warrior. While the exterior changes were not readily apparent to the trained eye much was different. They carried themselves with restrained grace that suggested unimaginable strength. Glancing around they suddenly spotted each other and could do naught but stare. For five years of training they each had seen no other person except BOB their combat teacher. Now they were all reunited. Both Demona and Jericho rushed into each other's embrace and locked lips. Lucifer and Doom just walked over to each other and shook hands. But by the way the each of their muscles bulged they were trying to overpower each other. When it became painfully apparent that they were equal they both laughed and let go. A low cough quickly grabbed all their attention. Demona broke her kiss and leapt at Wraith intent on ending his life. However Wraith deftly sidestepped and snagged her about the throat. Smirking he thrust her into the floor creating a nice crater then flung her back into Jericho. Demona was on her feet and preparing to lunge again before the sight of the crater stopped her dead in her tracks. She knew that gargoyle physiology could take much more damage than a human but not even they should be able to shrug off being slammed that hard. Nodding at her astonishment Wraith confirmed her suspicions. "You all now have one tenth Sayajin genetics now." He explained to the dumfounded crowd. "That means you all are as strong as you were at the end of basic training and will only get stronger as you recover from any injury. However there are some drawbacks, your appetites have been doubled along with your emotions." Surprisingly it was Jericho who spoke up next. "You mean like in that show DBZ?" he asked "How the HELL do you know about that show?!" Wraith exclaimed astonished. "When Damien was a child he used to watch it some times, something about that Vegita character I think." He said shrugging. Then some thing occurred to him. "Wait a second, if we are a TV show then is DBZ a reality as well?" "I'll introduce to Veggie someday." Wraith said smirking. "Oh god no! I'd like to keep living thank you!" "Aww, come on Jericho, he only kills the ..." "AHEM!" Cervantes interrupted "He is hatching." Wraith stared at the old man like he had grown two heads. "Well damn." Was all he said before rushing out of the room. The rest followed in a much more dazed state. 3) A spell that erases some ones presence are hard to perform but the combined spells of erasing an entire groups presence into the past, teleportation, AND providing a completely new set of impenetrable memories drained even my mana sorely. I was lucky to drop us back in Central Park instead of in some much more dangerous place, like the wall of a major store. The smell of the park did much to ease my strain but the angered people surrounding me did not. "What the hell!" yelled Doom. "Magic!" exclaimed Jericho. "Why did you do that!" snarled Demona. And the eloquent "Huh?" from Lucifer. Even though I was extremely powerful, my friends' anger does affect me terribly. That and I had a massive headache. "Please calm down." I said rubbing my temples. "I can explain. We were screwing up the destiny of this world and I had to effectively erase our presence before something really bad happened." I sighed hoping they would leave it at that. However Demona could not just leave enough alone. "What do you mean 'screwing up destiny' Wraith." She demanded. I sighed realizing that this was not going to help my headache at all. "I mean that we came back to soon and this story is not under my authors control. So anything that we do that changes the history of this universe before the author is done will result in intergalactic stress leading to some apocalyptic mess. We can NOT interfere in any affairs of this universe until the other author is finished. I have erased our presence from the core of the timeline but since there is no way to leave I could not erase it completely. AND if you don't mind leaving off I have just used a massive amount of my energy and have a freaking HUGE headache."
Amazingly Demona backed down. But unfortunately once her temper backs down she begins to think, and when she thinks she thinks brilliantly, and when she thinks brilliantly she comes up with the most damned concerns that I did not want in any way, shape, or form do deal with. Nevertheless the concerns came; life sucks, it really does. "But what will we do now since we are cut off from action?" was the first concern. And it did warrant some thought but since I was in such mental agony that I grasped at the first straw of hope for a quick solution I thought of. "You wouldn't have any knowledge of a 'Project Apocalypse' do you?" I asked sitting down on the soft grass. Demona stood contemplating the question while the rest joined me on the grass. Doom stretched out in a deception of ease while discreetly studying our surroundings. Jericho sat next to Demona watching her quietly. And Lucifer was sprawled out on the ground blissfully studying a passing firefly. When she finally sat I saw that she had found something in her memory. "That name does ring a bell but I just can't place it." She stated. "Think back towards the beginning of Nightstone." I suggested. Watching the recognition illuminate her face made my headache much more bearable and got rid of a major problem. "I do remember that project now. It was a last ditch idea that I started out of some temporary paranoia. But I never thought of it again. Whenever I looked again there were no traces that it had ever continued." She explained. I smiled at her. "If you remember starting that project then it will still be there. Demona whenever you seem to get those 'temporary paranoia's fate seems to smile on you. The man you contacted to do the project was named Cervantes right?" She nodded confused. "Then there is nothing to worry about anymore. Cervantes is an agent of mine and probably hid the project from you for my possible use. Now all we have to do is find the place." I finished smiling. However Demona was not. "And how do you propose we find him?" She demanded. I just kept smiling and then snapped my fingers. And the world disappeared in a flash of light.
* * * * * * * * * * * * 4) Project Apocalypse
Cervantes climbed into his soft bed after a busy day. It was not easy keeping track of a completely automated spying network running. Especially when you were over 200 years old. But it did have its perks. As it was his job to know Cervantes had found that every day life was even more bizarre than most books. Of course, he thought smiling, life was a book. But that made everything more fun. Being able to sit back and watch life's amazing plays was not one that normally did not receive. However it still was nice to just climb into a warm bed and fall asleep. But life was not going to be fair tonight, or even kind. CCCCCCCCRRRRRAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKK THUD!! "SHIT!" "OOWWW!" "GET OFF OF ME!" "CATCH THE BLOODY EGG!" And then a massive bang as the emergency stun defenses immobilized everything in the room across the hall. Cervantes growled as he got out of bed. This blasted day just would not end. With a fair amount of annoyance mixed with some underlying curiosity he stalked across the corridor ready to ladle out some vindicated justice. The fact that the pile of humans and gargoyles in the middle of the room was taller than him did not faze him in the least. That was until the largest man twitched and started to dig himself out of the pile. 'No being in existence could have shrugged of that blast!' Cervantes thought in shock. 'Unless they were ... Oh Damn!' Cervantes froze in shock as he tried to decide whether to run for his life or help the man up. The man struggled to his feat and then fell back to his knees. He looked up and weakly beckoned to Cervantes. "Cervantes ... I ... Wraith ... get ... mana ... potion ... hurry!" He gasped. Cervantes quickly responded and dashed out of the room. The closest storeroom was only a few doors down and Cervantes bolted for it. 'Why does the minute you need something it always disappears' Cervantes thought as he rummaged quickly through the scullery. Coming up with something with the word Mana scrawled on it he bolted back to the man. The man had gotten only a few feet before toppling to the floor. He was obviously fighting just to stay conscious. Cervantes quickly poured the drink into the man's mouth and watched him swallow. The effects were immediate and astonishing. He convulsed and lifted off the ground as a blue aurora enfolded him. When the man touched the ground again he was obviously in much better shape. As he got back on his feet there was no lag in his motion at all.
Wraith I smiled as I got to my feet with little effort. The effects of a mana potion were simply astounding. Extending my hand to Cervantes I immediately thanked him for the potion. "Who are you again?" he asked guardedly. "I am Wraith of the HellAngels." I told him once again. However this time the implications finally set in. Cervantes stared in shock his mouth hanging open. "But ... but ... you can't be him!" he stuttered. "He is supposed to be one of the most powerful beings in existence. How could he end up here like you." "My friend being as powerful as I am only means I have a sometimes benevolent author guiding my destiny. And that occasionally I get screwed over by fate when he goes to sleep. Only that when fate screws me over she always seems to go full out. I cannot count the number of times I have been ripped from some place and dropped in some other dimension. It is just something that I had to get use to." I explained. "However I would like to know how things are going on here with this facility." "Well your information and initial supplies have greatly helped this project. While Ms. Dominique did help provide a site but your technology has truly made this place a wonder." "Well that's nice but I would rather know this places current capabilities." "Oh, of course Wraith. This building is, as you know three miles under water with incredible shielding. It would take quite a few of "planet buster" nukes to crack this shell. There are a total of thirty- three square miles of structure here, most of which is not being used and can be rebuilt for anything. The facility is completely self-sufficient. There has just not been any reason to develop it yet." "Well now we do. I brought my capsules with all of the current technology from Outpost, so we can completely renovate this place. But tell me Cervantes, when was the last time you had word from Angelica?" "Well, that was about two or three years ago, so I guess you have another eighteen years stuck here." "Well that's just peachy. Oh well, I guess I can make the best of it. By the way do you have any guest quarters?" "Of course there are. They are just down the hall." "Good then. Why don't we get my friends into their rooms then while I fill you in on the rest of my exploits."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
(5 Hours latter)
"... and that's about the gist of it." I finished as I settled Jericho's statue in its room. Cervantes just whistled. "That is a pretty tall tale to believe. I can accept your part in it because that is what I know you do. But Demona, liking humans and repenting is just not in her. I have watched her too long to believe other wise." "Fine then just wait until tomorrow or when ever they wake up from the stuns affects and you will see for yourself. Just make sure to get me up before any of the others awaken." I said before heading for the door. "As for me I'm going to bed. Good night Cervantes."
* * * * * * * * * * * * (Basic training Camp 1 year later)
Demona's head hit the mat on the ground with nearly bone shattering force. Barely able to get to her knees she spit out a mouthful of padding. The pain in her body nearly blocked out all other sensation but not quite. And as it lessened she realized that the round must have finished. Otherwise she would have been in even more pain. As Demona stumbled over to the water cooler at the sidelines she tried to take stock over her situation. Beaten, bruised, and damn near unconscious. All thanks to BOB her combat instructor. She never knew there was so much to combat. Training in survival, hand-to-hand, marksmanship, demolition, vehicle piloting, the list went on and on. She had appeared here almost one year ago and only recently obtained her physique again. She had arrived in near atrophy. But now she had her muscle tone back and ten times the fighting skill she previously had. It made her wonder how things would be in another four years when their training would be complete.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
(Project Apocalypse Same Time)
Wraith slammed the screwdriver home and gave the blasted screw a final viscous half turn. With a grin half way between malicious and giddy insane he crowed out in joy. Barely able to contain his rapture he flipped the final switch in the wall. The machine whined, hummed, and then sputtered to death. "DAMN YOU MURPHY! DAMN YOU TO HELL! CAN YOU NOT LEAVE ME ALONE FOR ONE FREAKIN DAY!" was the scream that rebounded off the walls as his adulation turned to fury. His fist smashed into the wall next to the panel as his fury found physical release. Strangely enough Murphy must have felt that this loss of control was enough of a concession to his law and let the machine groan to life successfully. Or perhaps it was Murphy's loyal servant Cervantes who wickedly grinning flipped the power coupling to the room back on. This last machine was one of Wraith crowning achievements in engineering. It was a cross between a gravity room and holodeck, except everything was fully created in material replicated out of whatever was fed into the storage tanks. And it could simulate any environment he knew of. The perfect training room for Wraith which Cervantes knew that is what exactly what he was going to use it for. Oh what fun he would have when Wraith started using it; for what could be more fun than to mess up a being twice as powerful as God and get away with it.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
(Basic Training Camp 2 years latter)
Demona drove the jeep across the battlefield while firing the rocket launcher out the window with one hand. Miraculously all of the rockets hit their targets even though the jeep was jumping and weaving around insanely. Pulling up to a halt in front of the massive doors of the compound she leapt out of the jeep. Switching to the BFG she let loose a blast behind her to clean up any other forces. While the monsters cringed in fear she pounded on the door to get it open. Cursing under her breath she got back into the jeep and put it in reverse. Once she was a safe, relatively, distance away Demona cast all caution to the wind. "Fuck it all." She muttered as twenty rockets pounded the doors in. She knew every monster in a five-mile radius had heard and she had to work quickly. Charging back into the complex she switched to the railgun and blew of the head of anything that moved. Running up and down corridors, while stopping only long enough to either pick up ammo and supplies or consult her map, she quickly arrived at her first objective. "Makron" was the emblem over the large steel double doors. Steeling herself for the first true test she stepped inside.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
(Project Apocalypse 2 years later)
The lone warrior stood upon the empty battlefield impatiently. He had stood there for nearly an hour and still he stood. Then the flat horizon suddenly seamed to rise as countless enemies appeared in wave if darkness. The armies faced down the fearless man with everything seemingly in their favor. But still they were slightly unnerved at how he could just watch them with pure indifference. No matter, they thought, mentally shrugging, then he will die that much sooner. With a horrendous cry they swarmed forwards towards the smirking target. Unfortunately for them Wraith was in a preoccupied mood. The dark laughter that barely preceded the blast haunted the few survivors for the rest of their lives. Wraith would have slain them all but he had received a message. They awaken. Was all it said but that was enough. Hurrying out of the Training Chamber he sped down the corridors towards the Basic Training Area. Stepping into the room with Cervantes right behind him he went over to the four large Gateways on the opposite wall. Each contained a glowing liquid silver portal. And from each portal stepped a warrior. While the exterior changes were not readily apparent to the trained eye much was different. They carried themselves with restrained grace that suggested unimaginable strength. Glancing around they suddenly spotted each other and could do naught but stare. For five years of training they each had seen no other person except BOB their combat teacher. Now they were all reunited. Both Demona and Jericho rushed into each other's embrace and locked lips. Lucifer and Doom just walked over to each other and shook hands. But by the way the each of their muscles bulged they were trying to overpower each other. When it became painfully apparent that they were equal they both laughed and let go. A low cough quickly grabbed all their attention. Demona broke her kiss and leapt at Wraith intent on ending his life. However Wraith deftly sidestepped and snagged her about the throat. Smirking he thrust her into the floor creating a nice crater then flung her back into Jericho. Demona was on her feet and preparing to lunge again before the sight of the crater stopped her dead in her tracks. She knew that gargoyle physiology could take much more damage than a human but not even they should be able to shrug off being slammed that hard. Nodding at her astonishment Wraith confirmed her suspicions. "You all now have one tenth Sayajin genetics now." He explained to the dumfounded crowd. "That means you all are as strong as you were at the end of basic training and will only get stronger as you recover from any injury. However there are some drawbacks, your appetites have been doubled along with your emotions." Surprisingly it was Jericho who spoke up next. "You mean like in that show DBZ?" he asked "How the HELL do you know about that show?!" Wraith exclaimed astonished. "When Damien was a child he used to watch it some times, something about that Vegita character I think." He said shrugging. Then some thing occurred to him. "Wait a second, if we are a TV show then is DBZ a reality as well?" "I'll introduce to Veggie someday." Wraith said smirking. "Oh god no! I'd like to keep living thank you!" "Aww, come on Jericho, he only kills the ..." "AHEM!" Cervantes interrupted "He is hatching." Wraith stared at the old man like he had grown two heads. "Well damn." Was all he said before rushing out of the room. The rest followed in a much more dazed state.
3) A spell that erases some ones presence are hard to perform but the combined spells of erasing an entire groups presence into the past, teleportation, AND providing a completely new set of impenetrable memories drained even my mana sorely. I was lucky to drop us back in Central Park instead of in some much more dangerous place, like the wall of a major store. The smell of the park did much to ease my strain but the angered people surrounding me did not. "What the hell!" yelled Doom. "Magic!" exclaimed Jericho. "Why did you do that!" snarled Demona. And the eloquent "Huh?" from Lucifer. Even though I was extremely powerful, my friends' anger does affect me terribly. That and I had a massive headache. "Please calm down." I said rubbing my temples. "I can explain. We were screwing up the destiny of this world and I had to effectively erase our presence before something really bad happened." I sighed hoping they would leave it at that. However Demona could not just leave enough alone. "What do you mean 'screwing up destiny' Wraith." She demanded. I sighed realizing that this was not going to help my headache at all. "I mean that we came back to soon and this story is not under my authors control. So anything that we do that changes the history of this universe before the author is done will result in intergalactic stress leading to some apocalyptic mess. We can NOT interfere in any affairs of this universe until the other author is finished. I have erased our presence from the core of the timeline but since there is no way to leave I could not erase it completely. AND if you don't mind leaving off I have just used a massive amount of my energy and have a freaking HUGE headache."
Amazingly Demona backed down. But unfortunately once her temper backs down she begins to think, and when she thinks she thinks brilliantly, and when she thinks brilliantly she comes up with the most damned concerns that I did not want in any way, shape, or form do deal with. Nevertheless the concerns came; life sucks, it really does. "But what will we do now since we are cut off from action?" was the first concern. And it did warrant some thought but since I was in such mental agony that I grasped at the first straw of hope for a quick solution I thought of. "You wouldn't have any knowledge of a 'Project Apocalypse' do you?" I asked sitting down on the soft grass. Demona stood contemplating the question while the rest joined me on the grass. Doom stretched out in a deception of ease while discreetly studying our surroundings. Jericho sat next to Demona watching her quietly. And Lucifer was sprawled out on the ground blissfully studying a passing firefly. When she finally sat I saw that she had found something in her memory. "That name does ring a bell but I just can't place it." She stated. "Think back towards the beginning of Nightstone." I suggested. Watching the recognition illuminate her face made my headache much more bearable and got rid of a major problem. "I do remember that project now. It was a last ditch idea that I started out of some temporary paranoia. But I never thought of it again. Whenever I looked again there were no traces that it had ever continued." She explained. I smiled at her. "If you remember starting that project then it will still be there. Demona whenever you seem to get those 'temporary paranoia's fate seems to smile on you. The man you contacted to do the project was named Cervantes right?" She nodded confused. "Then there is nothing to worry about anymore. Cervantes is an agent of mine and probably hid the project from you for my possible use. Now all we have to do is find the place." I finished smiling. However Demona was not. "And how do you propose we find him?" She demanded. I just kept smiling and then snapped my fingers. And the world disappeared in a flash of light.
* * * * * * * * * * * * 4) Project Apocalypse
Cervantes climbed into his soft bed after a busy day. It was not easy keeping track of a completely automated spying network running. Especially when you were over 200 years old. But it did have its perks. As it was his job to know Cervantes had found that every day life was even more bizarre than most books. Of course, he thought smiling, life was a book. But that made everything more fun. Being able to sit back and watch life's amazing plays was not one that normally did not receive. However it still was nice to just climb into a warm bed and fall asleep. But life was not going to be fair tonight, or even kind. CCCCCCCCRRRRRAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKK THUD!! "SHIT!" "OOWWW!" "GET OFF OF ME!" "CATCH THE BLOODY EGG!" And then a massive bang as the emergency stun defenses immobilized everything in the room across the hall. Cervantes growled as he got out of bed. This blasted day just would not end. With a fair amount of annoyance mixed with some underlying curiosity he stalked across the corridor ready to ladle out some vindicated justice. The fact that the pile of humans and gargoyles in the middle of the room was taller than him did not faze him in the least. That was until the largest man twitched and started to dig himself out of the pile. 'No being in existence could have shrugged of that blast!' Cervantes thought in shock. 'Unless they were ... Oh Damn!' Cervantes froze in shock as he tried to decide whether to run for his life or help the man up. The man struggled to his feat and then fell back to his knees. He looked up and weakly beckoned to Cervantes. "Cervantes ... I ... Wraith ... get ... mana ... potion ... hurry!" He gasped. Cervantes quickly responded and dashed out of the room. The closest storeroom was only a few doors down and Cervantes bolted for it. 'Why does the minute you need something it always disappears' Cervantes thought as he rummaged quickly through the scullery. Coming up with something with the word Mana scrawled on it he bolted back to the man. The man had gotten only a few feet before toppling to the floor. He was obviously fighting just to stay conscious. Cervantes quickly poured the drink into the man's mouth and watched him swallow. The effects were immediate and astonishing. He convulsed and lifted off the ground as a blue aurora enfolded him. When the man touched the ground again he was obviously in much better shape. As he got back on his feet there was no lag in his motion at all.
Wraith I smiled as I got to my feet with little effort. The effects of a mana potion were simply astounding. Extending my hand to Cervantes I immediately thanked him for the potion. "Who are you again?" he asked guardedly. "I am Wraith of the HellAngels." I told him once again. However this time the implications finally set in. Cervantes stared in shock his mouth hanging open. "But ... but ... you can't be him!" he stuttered. "He is supposed to be one of the most powerful beings in existence. How could he end up here like you." "My friend being as powerful as I am only means I have a sometimes benevolent author guiding my destiny. And that occasionally I get screwed over by fate when he goes to sleep. Only that when fate screws me over she always seems to go full out. I cannot count the number of times I have been ripped from some place and dropped in some other dimension. It is just something that I had to get use to." I explained. "However I would like to know how things are going on here with this facility." "Well your information and initial supplies have greatly helped this project. While Ms. Dominique did help provide a site but your technology has truly made this place a wonder." "Well that's nice but I would rather know this places current capabilities." "Oh, of course Wraith. This building is, as you know three miles under water with incredible shielding. It would take quite a few of "planet buster" nukes to crack this shell. There are a total of thirty- three square miles of structure here, most of which is not being used and can be rebuilt for anything. The facility is completely self-sufficient. There has just not been any reason to develop it yet." "Well now we do. I brought my capsules with all of the current technology from Outpost, so we can completely renovate this place. But tell me Cervantes, when was the last time you had word from Angelica?" "Well, that was about two or three years ago, so I guess you have another eighteen years stuck here." "Well that's just peachy. Oh well, I guess I can make the best of it. By the way do you have any guest quarters?" "Of course there are. They are just down the hall." "Good then. Why don't we get my friends into their rooms then while I fill you in on the rest of my exploits."
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(5 Hours latter)
"... and that's about the gist of it." I finished as I settled Jericho's statue in its room. Cervantes just whistled. "That is a pretty tall tale to believe. I can accept your part in it because that is what I know you do. But Demona, liking humans and repenting is just not in her. I have watched her too long to believe other wise." "Fine then just wait until tomorrow or when ever they wake up from the stuns affects and you will see for yourself. Just make sure to get me up before any of the others awaken." I said before heading for the door. "As for me I'm going to bed. Good night Cervantes."
* * * * * * * * * * * * (Basic training Camp 1 year later)
Demona's head hit the mat on the ground with nearly bone shattering force. Barely able to get to her knees she spit out a mouthful of padding. The pain in her body nearly blocked out all other sensation but not quite. And as it lessened she realized that the round must have finished. Otherwise she would have been in even more pain. As Demona stumbled over to the water cooler at the sidelines she tried to take stock over her situation. Beaten, bruised, and damn near unconscious. All thanks to BOB her combat instructor. She never knew there was so much to combat. Training in survival, hand-to-hand, marksmanship, demolition, vehicle piloting, the list went on and on. She had appeared here almost one year ago and only recently obtained her physique again. She had arrived in near atrophy. But now she had her muscle tone back and ten times the fighting skill she previously had. It made her wonder how things would be in another four years when their training would be complete.
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(Project Apocalypse Same Time)
Wraith slammed the screwdriver home and gave the blasted screw a final viscous half turn. With a grin half way between malicious and giddy insane he crowed out in joy. Barely able to contain his rapture he flipped the final switch in the wall. The machine whined, hummed, and then sputtered to death. "DAMN YOU MURPHY! DAMN YOU TO HELL! CAN YOU NOT LEAVE ME ALONE FOR ONE FREAKIN DAY!" was the scream that rebounded off the walls as his adulation turned to fury. His fist smashed into the wall next to the panel as his fury found physical release. Strangely enough Murphy must have felt that this loss of control was enough of a concession to his law and let the machine groan to life successfully. Or perhaps it was Murphy's loyal servant Cervantes who wickedly grinning flipped the power coupling to the room back on. This last machine was one of Wraith crowning achievements in engineering. It was a cross between a gravity room and holodeck, except everything was fully created in material replicated out of whatever was fed into the storage tanks. And it could simulate any environment he knew of. The perfect training room for Wraith which Cervantes knew that is what exactly what he was going to use it for. Oh what fun he would have when Wraith started using it; for what could be more fun than to mess up a being twice as powerful as God and get away with it.
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(Basic Training Camp 2 years latter)
Demona drove the jeep across the battlefield while firing the rocket launcher out the window with one hand. Miraculously all of the rockets hit their targets even though the jeep was jumping and weaving around insanely. Pulling up to a halt in front of the massive doors of the compound she leapt out of the jeep. Switching to the BFG she let loose a blast behind her to clean up any other forces. While the monsters cringed in fear she pounded on the door to get it open. Cursing under her breath she got back into the jeep and put it in reverse. Once she was a safe, relatively, distance away Demona cast all caution to the wind. "Fuck it all." She muttered as twenty rockets pounded the doors in. She knew every monster in a five-mile radius had heard and she had to work quickly. Charging back into the complex she switched to the railgun and blew of the head of anything that moved. Running up and down corridors, while stopping only long enough to either pick up ammo and supplies or consult her map, she quickly arrived at her first objective. "Makron" was the emblem over the large steel double doors. Steeling herself for the first true test she stepped inside.
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(Project Apocalypse 2 years later)
The lone warrior stood upon the empty battlefield impatiently. He had stood there for nearly an hour and still he stood. Then the flat horizon suddenly seamed to rise as countless enemies appeared in wave if darkness. The armies faced down the fearless man with everything seemingly in their favor. But still they were slightly unnerved at how he could just watch them with pure indifference. No matter, they thought, mentally shrugging, then he will die that much sooner. With a horrendous cry they swarmed forwards towards the smirking target. Unfortunately for them Wraith was in a preoccupied mood. The dark laughter that barely preceded the blast haunted the few survivors for the rest of their lives. Wraith would have slain them all but he had received a message. They awaken. Was all it said but that was enough. Hurrying out of the Training Chamber he sped down the corridors towards the Basic Training Area. Stepping into the room with Cervantes right behind him he went over to the four large Gateways on the opposite wall. Each contained a glowing liquid silver portal. And from each portal stepped a warrior. While the exterior changes were not readily apparent to the trained eye much was different. They carried themselves with restrained grace that suggested unimaginable strength. Glancing around they suddenly spotted each other and could do naught but stare. For five years of training they each had seen no other person except BOB their combat teacher. Now they were all reunited. Both Demona and Jericho rushed into each other's embrace and locked lips. Lucifer and Doom just walked over to each other and shook hands. But by the way the each of their muscles bulged they were trying to overpower each other. When it became painfully apparent that they were equal they both laughed and let go. A low cough quickly grabbed all their attention. Demona broke her kiss and leapt at Wraith intent on ending his life. However Wraith deftly sidestepped and snagged her about the throat. Smirking he thrust her into the floor creating a nice crater then flung her back into Jericho. Demona was on her feet and preparing to lunge again before the sight of the crater stopped her dead in her tracks. She knew that gargoyle physiology could take much more damage than a human but not even they should be able to shrug off being slammed that hard. Nodding at her astonishment Wraith confirmed her suspicions. "You all now have one tenth Sayajin genetics now." He explained to the dumfounded crowd. "That means you all are as strong as you were at the end of basic training and will only get stronger as you recover from any injury. However there are some drawbacks, your appetites have been doubled along with your emotions." Surprisingly it was Jericho who spoke up next. "You mean like in that show DBZ?" he asked "How the HELL do you know about that show?!" Wraith exclaimed astonished. "When Damien was a child he used to watch it some times, something about that Vegita character I think." He said shrugging. Then some thing occurred to him. "Wait a second, if we are a TV show then is DBZ a reality as well?" "I'll introduce to Veggie someday." Wraith said smirking. "Oh god no! I'd like to keep living thank you!" "Aww, come on Jericho, he only kills the ..." "AHEM!" Cervantes interrupted "He is hatching." Wraith stared at the old man like he had grown two heads. "Well damn." Was all he said before rushing out of the room. The rest followed in a much more dazed state. 3) A spell that erases some ones presence are hard to perform but the combined spells of erasing an entire groups presence into the past, teleportation, AND providing a completely new set of impenetrable memories drained even my mana sorely. I was lucky to drop us back in Central Park instead of in some much more dangerous place, like the wall of a major store. The smell of the park did much to ease my strain but the angered people surrounding me did not. "What the hell!" yelled Doom. "Magic!" exclaimed Jericho. "Why did you do that!" snarled Demona. And the eloquent "Huh?" from Lucifer. Even though I was extremely powerful, my friends' anger does affect me terribly. That and I had a massive headache. "Please calm down." I said rubbing my temples. "I can explain. We were screwing up the destiny of this world and I had to effectively erase our presence before something really bad happened." I sighed hoping they would leave it at that. However Demona could not just leave enough alone. "What do you mean 'screwing up destiny' Wraith." She demanded. I sighed realizing that this was not going to help my headache at all. "I mean that we came back to soon and this story is not under my authors control. So anything that we do that changes the history of this universe before the author is done will result in intergalactic stress leading to some apocalyptic mess. We can NOT interfere in any affairs of this universe until the other author is finished. I have erased our presence from the core of the timeline but since there is no way to leave I could not erase it completely. AND if you don't mind leaving off I have just used a massive amount of my energy and have a freaking HUGE headache."
Amazingly Demona backed down. But unfortunately once her temper backs down she begins to think, and when she thinks she thinks brilliantly, and when she thinks brilliantly she comes up with the most damned concerns that I did not want in any way, shape, or form do deal with. Nevertheless the concerns came; life sucks, it really does. "But what will we do now since we are cut off from action?" was the first concern. And it did warrant some thought but since I was in such mental agony that I grasped at the first straw of hope for a quick solution I thought of. "You wouldn't have any knowledge of a 'Project Apocalypse' do you?" I asked sitting down on the soft grass. Demona stood contemplating the question while the rest joined me on the grass. Doom stretched out in a deception of ease while discreetly studying our surroundings. Jericho sat next to Demona watching her quietly. And Lucifer was sprawled out on the ground blissfully studying a passing firefly. When she finally sat I saw that she had found something in her memory. "That name does ring a bell but I just can't place it." She stated. "Think back towards the beginning of Nightstone." I suggested. Watching the recognition illuminate her face made my headache much more bearable and got rid of a major problem. "I do remember that project now. It was a last ditch idea that I started out of some temporary paranoia. But I never thought of it again. Whenever I looked again there were no traces that it had ever continued." She explained. I smiled at her. "If you remember starting that project then it will still be there. Demona whenever you seem to get those 'temporary paranoia's fate seems to smile on you. The man you contacted to do the project was named Cervantes right?" She nodded confused. "Then there is nothing to worry about anymore. Cervantes is an agent of mine and probably hid the project from you for my possible use. Now all we have to do is find the place." I finished smiling. However Demona was not. "And how do you propose we find him?" She demanded. I just kept smiling and then snapped my fingers. And the world disappeared in a flash of light.
* * * * * * * * * * * * 4) Project Apocalypse
Cervantes climbed into his soft bed after a busy day. It was not easy keeping track of a completely automated spying network running. Especially when you were over 200 years old. But it did have its perks. As it was his job to know Cervantes had found that every day life was even more bizarre than most books. Of course, he thought smiling, life was a book. But that made everything more fun. Being able to sit back and watch life's amazing plays was not one that normally did not receive. However it still was nice to just climb into a warm bed and fall asleep. But life was not going to be fair tonight, or even kind. CCCCCCCCRRRRRAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKK THUD!! "SHIT!" "OOWWW!" "GET OFF OF ME!" "CATCH THE BLOODY EGG!" And then a massive bang as the emergency stun defenses immobilized everything in the room across the hall. Cervantes growled as he got out of bed. This blasted day just would not end. With a fair amount of annoyance mixed with some underlying curiosity he stalked across the corridor ready to ladle out some vindicated justice. The fact that the pile of humans and gargoyles in the middle of the room was taller than him did not faze him in the least. That was until the largest man twitched and started to dig himself out of the pile. 'No being in existence could have shrugged of that blast!' Cervantes thought in shock. 'Unless they were ... Oh Damn!' Cervantes froze in shock as he tried to decide whether to run for his life or help the man up. The man struggled to his feat and then fell back to his knees. He looked up and weakly beckoned to Cervantes. "Cervantes ... I ... Wraith ... get ... mana ... potion ... hurry!" He gasped. Cervantes quickly responded and dashed out of the room. The closest storeroom was only a few doors down and Cervantes bolted for it. 'Why does the minute you need something it always disappears' Cervantes thought as he rummaged quickly through the scullery. Coming up with something with the word Mana scrawled on it he bolted back to the man. The man had gotten only a few feet before toppling to the floor. He was obviously fighting just to stay conscious. Cervantes quickly poured the drink into the man's mouth and watched him swallow. The effects were immediate and astonishing. He convulsed and lifted off the ground as a blue aurora enfolded him. When the man touched the ground again he was obviously in much better shape. As he got back on his feet there was no lag in his motion at all.
Wraith I smiled as I got to my feet with little effort. The effects of a mana potion were simply astounding. Extending my hand to Cervantes I immediately thanked him for the potion. "Who are you again?" he asked guardedly. "I am Wraith of the HellAngels." I told him once again. However this time the implications finally set in. Cervantes stared in shock his mouth hanging open. "But ... but ... you can't be him!" he stuttered. "He is supposed to be one of the most powerful beings in existence. How could he end up here like you." "My friend being as powerful as I am only means I have a sometimes benevolent author guiding my destiny. And that occasionally I get screwed over by fate when he goes to sleep. Only that when fate screws me over she always seems to go full out. I cannot count the number of times I have been ripped from some place and dropped in some other dimension. It is just something that I had to get use to." I explained. "However I would like to know how things are going on here with this facility." "Well your information and initial supplies have greatly helped this project. While Ms. Dominique did help provide a site but your technology has truly made this place a wonder." "Well that's nice but I would rather know this places current capabilities." "Oh, of course Wraith. This building is, as you know three miles under water with incredible shielding. It would take quite a few of "planet buster" nukes to crack this shell. There are a total of thirty- three square miles of structure here, most of which is not being used and can be rebuilt for anything. The facility is completely self-sufficient. There has just not been any reason to develop it yet." "Well now we do. I brought my capsules with all of the current technology from Outpost, so we can completely renovate this place. But tell me Cervantes, when was the last time you had word from Angelica?" "Well, that was about two or three years ago, so I guess you have another eighteen years stuck here." "Well that's just peachy. Oh well, I guess I can make the best of it. By the way do you have any guest quarters?" "Of course there are. They are just down the hall." "Good then. Why don't we get my friends into their rooms then while I fill you in on the rest of my exploits."
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(5 Hours latter)
"... and that's about the gist of it." I finished as I settled Jericho's statue in its room. Cervantes just whistled. "That is a pretty tall tale to believe. I can accept your part in it because that is what I know you do. But Demona, liking humans and repenting is just not in her. I have watched her too long to believe other wise." "Fine then just wait until tomorrow or when ever they wake up from the stuns affects and you will see for yourself. Just make sure to get me up before any of the others awaken." I said before heading for the door. "As for me I'm going to bed. Good night Cervantes."
* * * * * * * * * * * * (Basic training Camp 1 year later)
Demona's head hit the mat on the ground with nearly bone shattering force. Barely able to get to her knees she spit out a mouthful of padding. The pain in her body nearly blocked out all other sensation but not quite. And as it lessened she realized that the round must have finished. Otherwise she would have been in even more pain. As Demona stumbled over to the water cooler at the sidelines she tried to take stock over her situation. Beaten, bruised, and damn near unconscious. All thanks to BOB her combat instructor. She never knew there was so much to combat. Training in survival, hand-to-hand, marksmanship, demolition, vehicle piloting, the list went on and on. She had appeared here almost one year ago and only recently obtained her physique again. She had arrived in near atrophy. But now she had her muscle tone back and ten times the fighting skill she previously had. It made her wonder how things would be in another four years when their training would be complete.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
(Project Apocalypse Same Time)
Wraith slammed the screwdriver home and gave the blasted screw a final viscous half turn. With a grin half way between malicious and giddy insane he crowed out in joy. Barely able to contain his rapture he flipped the final switch in the wall. The machine whined, hummed, and then sputtered to death. "DAMN YOU MURPHY! DAMN YOU TO HELL! CAN YOU NOT LEAVE ME ALONE FOR ONE FREAKIN DAY!" was the scream that rebounded off the walls as his adulation turned to fury. His fist smashed into the wall next to the panel as his fury found physical release. Strangely enough Murphy must have felt that this loss of control was enough of a concession to his law and let the machine groan to life successfully. Or perhaps it was Murphy's loyal servant Cervantes who wickedly grinning flipped the power coupling to the room back on. This last machine was one of Wraith crowning achievements in engineering. It was a cross between a gravity room and holodeck, except everything was fully created in material replicated out of whatever was fed into the storage tanks. And it could simulate any environment he knew of. The perfect training room for Wraith which Cervantes knew that is what exactly what he was going to use it for. Oh what fun he would have when Wraith started using it; for what could be more fun than to mess up a being twice as powerful as God and get away with it.
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(Basic Training Camp 2 years latter)
Demona drove the jeep across the battlefield while firing the rocket launcher out the window with one hand. Miraculously all of the rockets hit their targets even though the jeep was jumping and weaving around insanely. Pulling up to a halt in front of the massive doors of the compound she leapt out of the jeep. Switching to the BFG she let loose a blast behind her to clean up any other forces. While the monsters cringed in fear she pounded on the door to get it open. Cursing under her breath she got back into the jeep and put it in reverse. Once she was a safe, relatively, distance away Demona cast all caution to the wind. "Fuck it all." She muttered as twenty rockets pounded the doors in. She knew every monster in a five-mile radius had heard and she had to work quickly. Charging back into the complex she switched to the railgun and blew of the head of anything that moved. Running up and down corridors, while stopping only long enough to either pick up ammo and supplies or consult her map, she quickly arrived at her first objective. "Makron" was the emblem over the large steel double doors. Steeling herself for the first true test she stepped inside.
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(Project Apocalypse 2 years later)
The lone warrior stood upon the empty battlefield impatiently. He had stood there for nearly an hour and still he stood. Then the flat horizon suddenly seamed to rise as countless enemies appeared in wave if darkness. The armies faced down the fearless man with everything seemingly in their favor. But still they were slightly unnerved at how he could just watch them with pure indifference. No matter, they thought, mentally shrugging, then he will die that much sooner. With a horrendous cry they swarmed forwards towards the smirking target. Unfortunately for them Wraith was in a preoccupied mood. The dark laughter that barely preceded the blast haunted the few survivors for the rest of their lives. Wraith would have slain them all but he had received a message. They awaken. Was all it said but that was enough. Hurrying out of the Training Chamber he sped down the corridors towards the Basic Training Area. Stepping into the room with Cervantes right behind him he went over to the four large Gateways on the opposite wall. Each contained a glowing liquid silver portal. And from each portal stepped a warrior. While the exterior changes were not readily apparent to the trained eye much was different. They carried themselves with restrained grace that suggested unimaginable strength. Glancing around they suddenly spotted each other and could do naught but stare. For five years of training they each had seen no other person except BOB their combat teacher. Now they were all reunited. Both Demona and Jericho rushed into each other's embrace and locked lips. Lucifer and Doom just walked over to each other and shook hands. But by the way the each of their muscles bulged they were trying to overpower each other. When it became painfully apparent that they were equal they both laughed and let go. A low cough quickly grabbed all their attention. Demona broke her kiss and leapt at Wraith intent on ending his life. However Wraith deftly sidestepped and snagged her about the throat. Smirking he thrust her into the floor creating a nice crater then flung her back into Jericho. Demona was on her feet and preparing to lunge again before the sight of the crater stopped her dead in her tracks. She knew that gargoyle physiology could take much more damage than a human but not even they should be able to shrug off being slammed that hard. Nodding at her astonishment Wraith confirmed her suspicions. "You all now have one tenth Sayajin genetics now." He explained to the dumfounded crowd. "That means you all are as strong as you were at the end of basic training and will only get stronger as you recover from any injury. However there are some drawbacks, your appetites have been doubled along with your emotions." Surprisingly it was Jericho who spoke up next. "You mean like in that show DBZ?" he asked "How the HELL do you know about that show?!" Wraith exclaimed astonished. "When Damien was a child he used to watch it some times, something about that Vegita character I think." He said shrugging. Then some thing occurred to him. "Wait a second, if we are a TV show then is DBZ a reality as well?" "I'll introduce to Veggie someday." Wraith said smirking. "Oh god no! I'd like to keep living thank you!" "Aww, come on Jericho, he only kills the ..." "AHEM!" Cervantes interrupted "He is hatching." Wraith stared at the old man like he had grown two heads. "Well damn." Was all he said before rushing out of the room. The rest followed in a much more dazed state.