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Anything on your last day?
Unfinished business?
As the finishing touches are done on the new Spartan armor, Theo visits R&D often. And looking for the mousy professor as well.
The Olympian is pleased for Nissa. As his daughter, Theo doesn't feel overshadowed like before, but can take pride and pleasure in The Bombshell's accomplishments.
Zellgato simply veges out on the last day, taking in several movies in civie disguises, checks out a few book stores, stops by the old harrow shop of the fortune teller from prior to the demon invasion. As he's gotten older he's learned to enjoy the quiet days. Particularly when they're forced on him.
The last thing he will do; whenever they finish up with the ship situation, is return the tools they borrowed.
As Zellgato nervously waits to see what Henri’s potentially ill-advised actions lead to, he sees the pilot settle into the seat. Henri mutters, ”I’m trying too hard. I need to relax and let it do what it wants to do.”
Suddenly, the speedster’s head jerks back, striking the head cushion in his chair, almost knocking himself out. Disoriented, he unbuckles his harness and tried to stand. Slurring, he says, ”Well, that didn do nuttin…” and he falls facefirst into the decking of the bridge.
If left to his own devices, Henri eventually rolls onto his back and talks to the ceiling. ”You really need to work on your bedside manner. If this is how you introduce yourself to people, someone’s going to die. Your name is Gay Deceiver, of course. I’m very pleased to finally meet you.”
Slowly standing up as though he doesn’t trust his balance, the speedster dusts himself off and says, ”Zellgato, may I introduce you to Gay Deceiver, my obsession of the last two weeks. Gay, this is a member of the family. You will meet the others soon.”
As Henri collapses, Zellgato takes a step back for a moment, but pulls out his basic kit to make sure Henri is alright, rolling him on to his back
...Are you introducing me to the voices in your head Henri...?" with an eyebrow raised
”Gay Deceiver, please modulate a woman’s voice, mid-range in tone, professional in speech pattern, and speak to Zellgato over the loudspeakers. He cannot interface with you as I do, so you will need to be verbal for him and the others.”
Looking at Zellgato, he grins very boyishly and says, ”Yes, precisely. Our ship has a voice and a name now.”
The ship shouts loud enough to make Zellgato and Henri cover their ears.
The pounding in Henri's head caused by the nanites is now gone. Their upgrade has made the link with the ship seamless. Henri is the Gay Deceiver and the Gay Deceiver is Henri.
(I'm not surprised the kids called the ship 'Poseidon' when they 'borrowed it'.)
Anything on your last day?
Unfinished business?
As the finishing touches are done on the new Spartan armor, Theo visits R&D often. And looking for the mousy professor as well.
The Olympian is pleased for Nissa. As his daughter, Theo doesn't feel overshadowed like before, but can take pride and pleasure in The Bombshell's accomplishments.
Theo finds the mousy professor alone, guiding a robotic arm in writing, in Ancient Greek, on the inside of a leg brace. The writing is tiny and ornate. You can see that decorating this armour is a labour of love as she is fully engaged with it.
A digital label on the door to this workroom reminds you of her name, Korey Winterdown.
When she sees Theo she blushes and smiles and gestures towards the writing on the leg brace, "A little prayer to keep you safe."
Theo gets down really close to the leg brace to see the inscriptions.
The Olympian then looks back up to Dr. Winterdown, clearly impressed. "I've always heard stories of powerful artifacts inscribed with esoteric and celestial writings. I've never thought I've have an opportunity to wear something of that caliber into battle. I think Hephaestus himself would be proud of your work. I know I am. Thank you very much, Korey! Truly masterful work!"
”Gay Deceiver, adjust the volume on your loudspeakers, please. Let’s start with 25% of the current volume. Please introduce yourself again.”
"You did say LOUDspeakers," says the ship. "Hello Friends, I am Gay Deceiver. I am a Poseidon Industries custom-made time ship, the only time ship of my class. When would you like to go?"
"A name, a voice, and a sense of humor. The phrase was archaic, meant to reference a piece of audio equipment without regard for the volume. But I'm sure you already knew that, didn't you?"
"Gay Deceiver, you are the newest member of a team of heroes and troubleshooters and I can't even imagine the adventures we will see together. But at the moment, we have a secret - no one knows how special you are except Zellgato and myself. We want to keep it that way until we get to know you better. Please do not speak aloud to anyone - pretend to be a mundane ship of exotic design - unless I introduce you to them. And maintain security lockdown. I'm sure you have ways of making sure anyone sneaking aboard and trying to drive the ship fails, yes?"
He pauses, "As an intelligent ship, first and only of her line, you know if there are overrides built into your systems, correct?"
The ship shouts loud enough to make Zellgato and Henri cover their ears.
"You did say LOUDspeakers," says the ship. "Hello Friends, I am Gay Deceiver. I am a Poseidon Industries custom-made time ship, the only time ship of my class. When would you like to go?"
Henri may not have pounding headache from the nanites but Zellgato's ears are now ringing. He leaves the "when" aside "Well. Greetings then G.D. What modes of travel in the phsyical world do you offer?" He'll add in to Henri's inquiry.
Unity return from their trip into the mountains feeling refreshed, their wing muscles aching in a good way after all the flying they've been doing. They bring an odd feather with them back to Boston Theoretical and hand it off to be analyzed. Then they gather whichever of their teammates are available and willing to talk.
"We've been realizing that, if we're going to go hunting PhDestruction, we should give you some description of him," they say. They detail his appearance and mannerisms, or at least what of them they saw while their various components were being experimented on.
They hesitate a bit, then add, "We've also been having some... strange dreams." They describe what they'd dreamed recently (on the previous page). "It's probably just nerves about what's coming, but... Nissa, Theo? You seem like you might know about, uh, prophecy dreams?"
Nissa considers her own experiences. “Like you said before, my Creator is a Goddess, not a supervillain. So the motives are different. But the dreams… maybe there are similarities?
“What was the message from your dream?” Or, if it’s unclear, Nissa asks Unity what they believe the message to be.
Unity shrug both pairs of their forelimbs. "That PhDestruction is a madman? That we don't know what we're doing? Half the reason we're talking to you about it is because we don't even know if it *has* a message or not."
Nissa chances that she knows one thing for certain: “There’s definitely a message.
“For me it was a clarification. The Dawnflower spared me a soulless death, and I love Her gift. It’s this body, though the day I received my transformation, the gift was in-part a humility lesson…”
Nissa goes on to describe the woman she met on the private beach. “At the time it was strange to see her like that. How could this woman speak of luxury in such a condescending tone? Was she not a supermodel, obviously far more glamorous than myself?
“I had forgotten this dream until a night we rested in Utopia. I think my goddess changed me in phases, so I would be ready for the permanent change.”
She sums up what her dreams meant: “I think my Goddess wanted me to embrace the body She’s given me, and also, there are expectations as to how I’m to behave and how best to represent Her.”
Zellgato note down the detailed info on PHDestruction Unity provides.
He will also research if "One hundred seventy-six thousand six hundred and fifty six" as a number and a phrase, has had any reoccurrences in the last 3 years. Best he can with such a vague number
"Excluding apparent divinity shenagans. Dreams are just our brain working out stress." taking his typical stance "Unless of course, he's got a bug, or nanites, or some genetic version of that and broadcasting into your subconscious. I assume the lab's done blood work in comparison to your old scans? We could stick you in a faraday cage, or something similarly shielded and see if it happens again. Has it been mostly nightly or?"
What he doesn't say, is the slight respect he has for the idea that someone else has counted the number of times they've killed something sentient. Albeit, in concept given he doesn't know how accurate a dream may be in this group, nor how one would quantify potential causes.
Theo gets down really close to the leg brace to see the inscriptions.
The Olympian then looks back up to Dr. Winterdown, clearly impressed. "I've always heard stories of powerful artifacts inscribed with esoteric and celestial writings. I've never thought I've have an opportunity to wear something of that caliber into battle. I think Hephaestus himself would be proud of your work. I know I am. Thank you very much, Korey! Truly masterful work!"
[dice=Sense Motive]1d20 + 6
Dr. Winterdown is gasps a little when Theo leans in close. She's obviously into Theo, but she'll stumble away blushing before she lets herself be kissed.
"The lab techs here are amazing. It was so wonderful to be able to work here this past week. And, you're ... fascinating. You're literally a god." she looks around the lab and says, "So, all of this equipment is to test you?"
She looks at the grav-bar, the weight of which can be altered by a handheld remote. "Like, this ... it helps measure how much you can lift?"
"The lab techs here are amazing. It was so wonderful to be able to work here this past week. And, you're ... fascinating. You're literally a god." she looks around the lab and says, "So, all of this equipment is to test you?"
"Ah. HALF-god, Dr. Winterdown", Theo corrected her. "I appreciate the support. Boston Theoretical has been the only place I've been able to gauge my progress and help understand my abilities better."
She looks at the grav-bar, the weight of which can be altered by a handheld remote. "Like, this ... it helps measure how much you can lift?"
Theo brightens. "Shall we give it a shot?"
"Excluding apparent divinity shenagans. Dreams are just our brain working out stress." taking his typical stance "Unless of course, he's got a bug, or nanites, or some genetic version of that and broadcasting into your subconscious. I assume the lab's done blood work in comparison to your old scans? We could stick you in a faraday cage, or something similarly shielded and see if it happens again. Has it been mostly nightly or?"
"We've had strange dreams from time to time, but not nightly," Unity reply.
"They've frequently been around times we've had major changes to ourself, but not always," they add. "Sometimes they seem to relate to our mutations, but again, not always. There have only been one or two others that involved PhDestruction."
They bring an odd feather with them back to Boston Theoretical and hand it off to be analyzed.
'Yet a marked rise since you've returned? Specifically, has it increased since the news reported your return?" Zellgato is fishing for an angle "If it has been consistent it likely isn't influence by him. If, not, then fair chance they could've built in something long ago, or recently perhaps. It is what I'd do-there is enough psychics and the like"
Pondering on that topic "Could see if one of the resident psychically inclined are willing to poke around. I don't believe they enjoyed it last time. Referring to previous events leading to the Demon world, where Scarlett took a peak in L.C.
Zellgato note down the detailed info on PHDestruction Unity provides.
He will also research if "One hundred seventy-six thousand six hundred and fifty six" as a number and a phrase, has had any reoccurrences in the last 3 years. Best he can with such a vague number
"Excluding apparent divinity shenagans. Dreams are just our brain working out stress." taking his typical stance "Unless of course, he's got a bug, or nanites, or some genetic version of that and broadcasting into your subconscious. I assume the lab's done blood work in comparison to your old scans? We could stick you in a faraday cage, or something similarly shielded and see if it happens again. Has it been mostly nightly or?"What he doesn't say, is the slight respect he has for the idea that someone else has counted the number of times they've killed something sentient. Albeit, in concept given he doesn't know how accurate a dream may be in this group, nor how one would quantify potential causes.
[dice=Computers to research the number/term w/ buffs]1d20+18
The AIs are able to search the video footage of the neighbourhoods of the attacks, both before and after the event and make comparison and they do find a similar figure at multiple sites. A man, in a suit, wearing a bowler hat, gloves, and necktie (all black), sometimes with a square device in his hand.
The AI tags the footage as a case of mistaken identity due to faulty generalization partly because the man appears in footage of two attacks that occurred simultaneously in different countries. Suspected Faulty Generalization. Query: Bowler Hats, fashion trend, 2222?
When he's able, he'll pull up that photo, and try to gather from several angles as avaible and show to the group. "Look familiar to anyone? Or is this a fashion thing Nissa? Assuming the AI scaled and scanned properly. This target is surprisingly common, baring it being some kind of fashion trend I guess. "
"The lab techs here are amazing. It was so wonderful to be able to work here this past week. And, you're ... fascinating. You're literally a god." she looks around the lab and says, "So, all of this equipment is to test you?""Ah. HALF-god, Dr. Winterdown", Theo corrected her. "I appreciate the support. Boston Theoretical has been the only place I've been able to gauge my progress and help understand my abilities better."
She looks at the grav-bar, the weight of which can be altered by a handheld remote. "Like, this ... it helps measure how much you can lift?"Theo brightens. "Shall we give it a shot?"
"Wow. That's amazing," she says, seeing Theo press the weight over his head. "But, that's within human parameters. Can I turn it up a bit?"
She increases the weight on the grav-bar, using a handheld remote, increasing it just a little. Theo, taking 20, still finds it within his capabilities.
Unity shake their central head. "We've only dreamed like that once since we came back," they answer Zellgato.
They bare their teeth at the figure Zellgato points out in the footage, a deep growl building in their chest. "HIM."
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Examining it with gloves briefly, before sliding it onto a scanner in his kit, and proccessing it"So.. random feather found in a wooden tube. That covers it?"
Unity shake their central head. "We've only dreamed like that once since we came back," they answer Zellgato.They bare their teeth at the figure Zellgato points out in the footage, a deep growl building in their chest. "HIM."
Noting the bioligical signs of energy built up in Unity, and his visceral statement of "him""That settles one question. Either has clones, robot copies, or exist in flux in multiple places. They were sighted on multiple site at roughly the same periods of time."
"One topic of conversation is, if we are going to hunt them. To what end? Capture for the courts here, send them to TAROT for judgement, put all of them in the ground?" he'll direct that question at Unity the most-he assumes Nissa would be against thelatter option.
With a sweeping gesture to encompass the whole of the ship, Henri says with a grin, "Friends, I would like to introduce the most recent addition to our team. You stand within the bridge of Gay Deceiver. I have asked her to withhold the fact that she is special - to pretend she is a mundane ship - from anyone not on our team. Gay Deceiver, these are more members of our team. Please introduce yourself to Nissa, the Subatomic Bombshell, and Unity."
"Gay Deceiver, can you synchronize with our personal communicators so you can contact us? Well, those of us that have communicators. I guess Nissa no longer carries one."
"Wow. That's amazing," Dr. Winterdown says, seeing Theo press the weight over his head. "But, that's within human parameters. Can I turn it up a bit?"
She increases the weight on the grav-bar, using a handheld remote, increasing it just a little. Theo, taking 20, still finds it within his capabilities.
"Doc?" Theo grunts has he maintain the grav-bar's extreme pressure. "Seeing how you can crush me with your handheld device, I strangely feel I can trust you with a question I've been having."
Between clenched teeth, The Olympian asks, "Korey, what's the REAL REASON everyone in Boston Theoretical avoid 'alone time' with me?"
"One topic of conversation is, if we are going to hunt them. To what end? Capture for the courts here, send them to TAROT for judgement, put all of them in the ground?" he'll direct that question at Unity the most-he assumes Nissa would be against thelatter option.
"END HIM," Unity roar.
Then they close their eyes, take a deep breath, and let it out.
"We should capture him. Hand him over to the authorities. Not drop to his level."
With a sweeping gesture to encompass the whole of the ship, Henri says with a grin, "Friends, I would like to introduce the most recent addition to our team. You stand within the bridge of Gay Deceiver. I have asked her to withhold the fact that she is special - to pretend she is a mundane ship - from anyone not on our team. Gay Deceiver, these are more members of our team. Please introduce yourself to Nissa, the Subatomic Bombshell, and Unity."
"Gay Deceiver?" Unity question, grinning at Henri.
"A name, a voice, and a sense of humor. The phrase was archaic, meant to reference a piece of audio equipment without regard for the volume. But I'm sure you already knew that, didn't you?"
"Gay Deceiver, you are the newest member of a team of heroes and troubleshooters and I can't even imagine the adventures we will see together. But at the moment, we have a secret - no one knows how special you are except Zellgato and myself. We want to keep it that way until we get to know you better. Please do not speak aloud to anyone - pretend to be a mundane ship of exotic design - unless I introduce you to them. And maintain security lockdown. I'm sure you have ways of making sure anyone sneaking aboard and trying to drive the ship fails, yes?"
He pauses, "As an intelligent ship, first and only of her line, you know if there are overrides built into your systems, correct?"
** spoiler omitted **
"I have selected a personality that fit the name you selected. If you would like an alternate personality, just communicate how you would like me to be different."
"I cannot pretend to be anything as the holographic skin upgrade was not available. That does sound useful. I can 'tone it down a little' when anyone other than this team you have identified is present."
"I have security functions, of course. No one will enter without your permission. Would you like to have direct control of the hatches? I could route them."
"I am aware of my settings. They are currently set at anticipated defaults. What kind of overrides are you asking about?"
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Examining it with gloves briefly, before sliding it onto a scanner in his kit, and proccessing it"So.. random feather found in a wooden tube. That covers it?"
[dice=Life Sci or Phys sci. Same bonus w/ buffs]1d20+21
The skin stuck at the tip of the feather is human. Mostly. The DNA that isn't human is unlike anything Zellgato has seen before. It feels constructed but Z doesn't recognize the high quality work.
"Wow. That's amazing," Dr. Winterdown says, seeing Theo press the weight over his head. "But, that's within human parameters. Can I turn it up a bit?"
She increases the weight on the grav-bar, using a handheld remote, increasing it just a little. Theo, taking 20, still finds it within his capabilities.
"Doc?" Theo grunts has he maintain the grav-bar's extreme pressure. "Seeing how you can crush me with your handheld device, I strangely feel I can trust you with a question I've been having."
Between clenched teeth, The Olympian asks, "Korey, what's the REAL REASON everyone in Boston Theoretical avoid 'alone time' with me?"
[dice=Diplomacy]1d20 + 19
Korey looks surprised by his question. "By 'alone time' do you mean, romantically speaking," she asks, pressing the handheld control increasing the pull of gravity on the bar just a little.
"Because, I could see a girl being a little scared."
With a sweeping gesture to encompass the whole of the ship, Henri says with a grin, "Friends, I would like to introduce the most recent addition to our team. You stand within the bridge of Gay Deceiver. I have asked her to withhold the fact that she is special - to pretend she is a mundane ship - from anyone not on our team. Gay Deceiver, these are more members of our team. Please introduce yourself to Nissa, the Subatomic Bombshell, and Unity."
"Gay Deceiver, can you synchronize with our personal communicators so you can contact us? Well, those of us that have communicators. I guess Nissa no longer carries one."
Gay Deceiver pauses for a second and then goes beyond answering Henri's question, "Yes. The range on these communicators would be quite limited without my help. They are clearly designed to work at either short-range or in conjunction with a satellite or central system. I should be able to substitute for satellites in low-tech contexts. I am also absorbing your planet's information networks to provide a searchable database even when you travel, for example, back in time. Speaking of time travel, are you sure you don't want to go anywhen?"
Korey looks surprised by his question. "By 'alone time' do you mean, romantically speaking," she asks, pressing the handheld control increasing the pull of gravity on the bar just a little.
"Because, I could see a girl being a little scared."
Theo grunts with effort. "Okay..I can see being..intimidated.., but SCARED?!!"
Korey looks surprised by his question. "By 'alone time' do you mean, romantically speaking," she asks, pressing the handheld control increasing the pull of gravity on the bar just a little.
"Because, I could see a girl being a little scared."
[dice=Strength check + Physical Avatar (Ex)]1d20 + 5 + 3
Theo grunts with effort. "Okay..I can see being..intimidated.., but SCARED?!!"
"Yeah, I mean, look at how strong you are," she says. Having seen you hit DC 15, she cranks it up to DC 16. No one at BT labs seem to know what DC stands for, but they present all their challenges with DCs from 13 to 30 when testing the heroes. Dr. Winterdown smiles a little when she says, "you could crush a girl if you got too excited"
"END HIM," Unity roar.Then they close their eyes, take a deep breath, and let it out.
"We should capture him. Hand him over to the authorities. Not drop to his level."
Letting Unity breateh a few seconds more"For the record. I am amicable to killing him. I don't view it as an issue once the body count rised above 108." awknowledge the likely distaste in the room from most of the present team "That said, capture is fine. But we need to hash out those details before we get anywhere near them. A moment of conflict in the team could result in deaths. We lost more than a few when we went after Karnivore, in general."
Pointing at Unity specificaly" I would not suggest you. EVER. bite him. I gather he is at least, if not considerably more so, smarter than I. I would have a poison circulating my system that would cause cell degredidation if any of my "projects" ever turnd on me."=====================================
"Speaking of time travel, are you sure you don't want to go anywhen?"[/b]
"Henri. Never give me control over the time travel." It wouldn't take much attention span to notice his voice trembles, and he holds considerable emotion behind his simple request.
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The skin stuck at the tip of the feather is human. Mostly. The DNA that isn't human is unlike anything Zellgato has seen before. It feels constructed but Z doesn't recognize the high quality work.
"So, if this isn't from you Unity. Its of high quality, and would take considerable resources. It might be worth while to see if we can track the lab through resources at some point. Could you guestimate how long the container was there before you arrived? I wonder, if perhaps, something flew to leave it there. If we could trace down a flight path? " handing the feather back to Unity if he wishes to submit it to BT or not. "Assuming you aren't friends with any avian types you can think of. Someone that is pretty human, but clearly has more."
"Yeah, I mean, look at how strong you are," she says. Having seen you hit DC 15, she cranks it up to DC 16. No one at BT labs seem to know what DC stands for, but they present all their challenges with DCs from 13 to 30 when testing the heroes. Dr. Winterdown smiles a little when she says, "you could crush a girl if you got too excited"
"Listen.." Theo grunted, his legs failing. "I've had relations with women before and they have all made it through the experience..unscathed.
Except for the BDSM ladies."
"Perhaps...I'd sound more convincing if I wasn't fighting for life here, Doc. When are you..gonna turn off the grav-bar..exactly?
Doc Winterdown reduces the weight on the grav-bar just as Theo falls to one knee. She sounds disappointed when she says, "Hmmmm, I thought you'd last longer."
She looks around the lab while Theo talks.
"Look, I'm not saying it's rational, but, it's all about feeling safe."
As Theo mentions BDSM, she gets a sly smile.
She finds a short rod only about 4" long and returns with it. Theo has seen it before. It's some kind of 'force-cuff' they had designed during the last 3 years for capturing Karnivore after he went feral.
"You wanted a kiss earlier, didn't you?" she asks. By the falling intonation, you can tell it wasn't really a question; She knows Theo wanted a kiss.
She holds out the device and motions for Theo to extend his arms and be force-cuffed. "Do you trust me?" she asks.
Oh crap! This was an immense mistake! Theo thinks to himself.
"Of course, I do, Kory!" The Olympian smiled. "You are putting special prayers in my armor, after all."
"But I need to get ready for my interview with Tasha. So, I'll let you get back to work on my armor. Thank you very much. This was enlightening!"
Theo turns to leave.
Nissa doesn’t know anything about men’s fashion, so she doesn’t comment. When Henri mentions her lack of a comm, Nissa speaks up—
“Gay Deceiver, it’s possible for me to get a comm and store it in my pocket dimension.” She pulls out the wand—which is bigger than her!—for emphasis. Then puts it back, as if sliding it into a hole in the sky that only she can sense.
“I’m no Henri, but I am an experienced pilot if there’s any way I can be useful.”
"This was enlightening!"
"It's about to be," says Dr. Korey Winterdown.
Theo is wearing he force-cuffs. Korey has not moved. Putting the cuffs on him without moving and without him seeing is impossible, yet, Theo is wearing the cuffs.
"You and I need to have a little chat, 'Godling,'" says Korey. She seems less mousey all of a sudden. Several inches taller as well.
Oh crap! This was an immense mistake!
"Oh, don't look so disappointed, half-sibling," says Korey as she locks the force-cuffs in place, ensuring Theo cannot move (without an extremely impressive Strength check), "After we've had our chat, I'm still going to kiss you."
Theo stands there, unable to move. The Olympian considers there may be someone else in the room, and looks around the room.
"Alright, 'Korey'," Theo says, using 'finger quotes', "You've obviously gone to a lot of trouble for this 'chat'. What do you want to talk about?"
'Dr. Winterdown' gestures towards a silent video screen. It roars to life and to exactly the news item she wants. The headline reads 'Mount Olympus Transdimensional Experimental Laboratory Ready for Testing'. The video shows a bunch of excited scientists standing outside a large transparent cylinder swimming with TD-Radiation.
"This is what I want to 'chat' about, half-sibling," she says, "Were you really going to allow mortals to open a transdimensional gate at the foot of Mount Olympus? Do you have any idea what could happen?"
She walks behind Theo, running her fingers up his arm as she does. She presses in behind him. She's grown taller while she talked and now, when she presses against him, Theo is definitely the little spoon. "Watch, half-god, what will happen if they do."
She kisses Theo on the back of his neck. She remains standing behind him, out of sight.
The screen changes. The date changes. Two weeks from now. The same scientists are now running as the cylinder shatters into a transdimensional gate. Strange creatures charge through the gate, like they'd be waiting for it to open. A pair of hands, as large as cars, reach through the gate and pull a handful of scientists through it. One looks like he broke in two when the baby finger closed too tightly around him.
The scene continues to unfold. The date on the screen advances. News reports flash by. Creatures from another world, a world most humans think of as myth, pour out of the gate. Titans and monsters from stories Theo has heard walk the mortal realm. The things that were there before the Olympians defeated them are unleashed upon a world unprepared for them.
When Theo finally breaks his eyes from the unleashed horrors, he is alone in the room. The screen is black. He remains force-cuffed.
There's strange fruity scent in the air.
"Fuçk!" "Fuçk!"
Theo pushes himself to break his bonds.
Kai walks into the room and swears as Theo breaks the force-cuffs, "In Atlas name! We just repaired those!"
Kai doesn't usually attract attention to theirself, but they do tend to show off some of the habits they picked up in their sabbatical year on Atlantis.