"Oh, worry not this time. I mean not to destroy you, but your pitiful attempts at stopping me the first time where humorous. Please, try your comedy once more, I will laugh again."
"Oh, worry not this time. I mean not to destroy you, but your pitiful attempts at stopping me the first time where humorous. Please, try your comedy once more, I will laugh again."
"This time there's not a war in the way."
Sonucus looks annoyed. More then annoyed, in fact, but this emotion is masked by his suit's visor.
It's not very obvious. Although there is a spot where it started, it seems that as the EP spreads more sections open where the EP leaks from.
"Until we speak again, have fun writing your comedies."
"..."
Carlinus turns to Sonucus. "Do you have a lab?"
"Yeah, in Ko-De-Ce-Kra. Hang on..." Sonucus's visor slides away, and his mask glows as he presses it to his staff. "There." He tosses the staff to Carlinus. "Hit the button and it should teleport us both there."
"Yeah, in Ko-De-Ce-Kra. Hang on..." Sonucus's visor slides away, and his mask glows as he presses it to his staff. "There." He tosses the staff to Carlinus. "Hit the button and it should teleport us both there."
Carlinus looks at it and then gives Sonucus a "You serious?" look. He presses the button, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, in Ko-De-Ce-Kra. Hang on..." Sonucus's visor slides away, and his mask glows as he presses it to his staff. "There." He tosses the staff to Carlinus. "Hit the button and it should teleport us both there."
Carlinus looks at it and then gives Sonucus a "You serious?" look. He presses the button, rolling his eyes.
"You have something against buttons and instant matter transference?"
Mortraz sighs and stops tossing the device to and fro. He grabs hold of the small pyramid's zenith and twists slightly, and it rotates with a metallic whir. A small projected map of Spherus Magna--appearing as real as if it were being viewed from space--materializes in front of him, rotating slowly in place. Numerous pulsating beacons of light pop up all over the miniature planet's surface, as well as Mortraz's immediate location. He takes note of the beacon closest to his position and places his hand over it. The projection swiftly zooms in beneath his fingers, revealing a small island within the northeast waters of the ocean.
And there's The Star Horizon's next destination.
He reaches down and twists the device's point back the way it came, and with another metallic whir the projection vanishes. Mortraz remains frustrated as he gazes at the alien artifact. Before The Uncreator betrayed him, this odd little artifact would unlock and rotate at various sections all the way to its base, with each consecutive level projecting a grander and grander scale of the universe. At the turn of the base, Mortraz could see glorious map of countless galaxies, appearing together as the stars do in the night sky. Now he can only scout the surface of this miserable rock that he knows all too well.
The Fire Glatorian stands, and the beings gathered around the fire take notice. He approaches them, and even the drunks begin paying attention.
"Alright lads, we've got our next target set in sights, so it's time to weigh. Another trove of bounty awaits! Shall we see what else those ignorant Great Beings have let go to waste?"
After a unanimous cheering agreement, they begin to gather whatever bottles aren't yet empty and go to load them onto the lifeboats. One of them, a Skrall no less, remains behind with Mortraz.
"Any luck with that thing?"
"What do you think?"
"You know what I think. I think it could be dangerous."
"This again? Must we fear everything we don't understand? It hasn't gone off yet."
"I'm not afraid that it could be a weapon... though it's a possibility. I'm afraid of what it else it may be capable of."
"Oh, my friend... little heads like yours needn't bother themselves with 'what ifs' and paranoia."
The Skrall actually chuckles at Mortraz's insult. The Fire Glatorian throws his arms out to the sides as he backs away.
"Besides, it has yet to steer us wrong! Look at what fortune it's brought to us."
He turns and makes his way over to the lifeboats ready to leave. The Skrall shakes his head, still chuckling, and follows.