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 Post subject: Re: Supernatural Taisen (Megacrossover) (Mission 9 Prologue) PostPosted: 2009-12-22 01:20pm
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Right.

So when Reinforce/Hayate goes apespit, our heroes will only have to worry about a 2477-shot Sagitta Magica, and using the Axe of Lightning to do an impression of the Goldion Crusher. Joy.



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 Post subject: Re: Supernatural Taisen (Megacrossover) (Mission 9 Prologue) PostPosted: 2009-12-26 09:48pm
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Is 2477 a Prime number?

I think I read somewhere that all of the Sagitta Magica Numbers were primes.

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 Post subject: Re: Supernatural Taisen (Megacrossover) (Mission 9 Prologue) PostPosted: 2009-12-27 11:44pm
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Well, I checked, and it was the closest Prime Number to the original number I just pulled out of you-know-where.



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 Post subject: Re: Supernatural Taisen (Megacrossover) (Mission 9 Prologue) PostPosted: 2009-12-28 12:47am
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SAMAS wrote:
So when Reinforce/Hayate goes apespit, our heroes will only have to worry about a 2477-shot Sagitta Magica, and using the Axe of Lightning to do an impression of the Goldion Crusher. Joy.


She Can't do that! That would be stealing Vita-chan's best GGG impression attack!

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 Post subject: Re: Supernatural Taisen (Megacrossover) (Mission 9 Prologue) PostPosted: 2009-12-28 11:54pm
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She can still shout "Let's Break Stuff!".



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 Post subject: Re: Supernatural Taisen (Megacrossover) (Mission 9 Prologue) PostPosted: 2010-01-01 01:17pm
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Majin Gojira wrote:
Just spells.

It then turns even the mosst basic spells into Map Weapons.


Actually it seems that for full linker core taking (aka as in "kill first") it get much more. As result all that creature summons in the city and composed creature form of Defense Program - it's from all those killed monsters 'ritters "farmed" for linker cores.



Proud Nanoha/Yuuno/Fate, Caro/Elio/Lutecia, Alto/Sheril/Ranka and Honor/Hamish/Emily shipper. Last one even canon.

PS. Also support canon Nanoha/job, Honor/job and semicanon Rein/Agito.
PPS. In process of considering reborn Sankt Kaizer/reborn GEoM.

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 Post subject: Re: Supernatural Taisen (Megacrossover) (Mission 9 Prologue) PostPosted: 2010-01-02 10:32am
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Jack launched from the deck of the Gotengo in an F-302 as part of Mitchell’s squad. There were only minor arguments, but they didn’t have many pilots on hand that could get there as fast.

Besides, it felt good to be behind in a fighter again. He still wished the RahXephon was active. Koji and the other Super Robot pilots had faced Godzilla only once before in the mid 1970s—and they had only succeeded due to the intervention of the RahXephon. But at the time, Godzilla was the least of their worries.

When they got back, Jack would have to read that report in more detail.

Jack also hoped that she, Ixtili, was not repeating that nightmare vision after getting a sense of self.

The Gun Loader, Gun Winger and newly completed Gun Booster also launched, a craft which appeared more like a quartet of guns with a wing and cockpit between them.

Even with all this rallied against them, they needed more. Godzilla was more than twice the size of the average Kaiju—if the word "average" could even be applied to such horrors.

But they did have more, but it needed time to get there. They might be able to actually beat Godzilla.

“Keep Godzilla on land, if he gets in deep enough water, we’ve lost him,” Commander Sakomizu announced.

One of the most frustrating things about fighting Godzilla was his complete stealth to radar, sonar and other imaging devices. So if Godzilla submerged, he might as well have disappeared completely. Worse still, he could move at over 40 knots whilst submerged, and go deeper than any military vessel currently in production. This made conventional methods of hunting it down in water extremely difficult at best, and normally outright impossible.

So the strategy was to keep him on land as long as possible, and hope nothing else crawled out of the earth’s crust. That last order saw Teal’c raise his eyebrows. Apparently, there was a vast network of caves under many places in the world; caves that lead to minor inter-dimensional wormholes where all sorts of horrors lived.

Godzilla was thought lost in one over a year ago in the cavernous neither region beneath the aptly named “Mountains of Madness” in Antarctica. Konomi and Teppei had warned that many other things may have followed him along his path. Monsters with such names as Baragon, Black Scorpion and Shoggoth.

Jack pretty much assumed that within 5 minutes of taking potshots at Godzilla, one or all were going to show up, Volcano or no.

And potshots were head. The railguns on the F-302 and the basic energy beams from the Gun-series jets did little more than grab his attention, while the mechs provided targets for his wrath.

Godzilla’s neck whirled around far faster than Jack expected to spit blue-green light at him. Jack dodged, but only just.

Jack cursed, “I thought his range was 200 meters?!”

“That’s his optimum range,” Tetsuya’s voice answered, “At almost triple that, he can still take shots.”

“And even then,” Benkei added, “The damn beam will go on for at least 5 kilometers before dissipating in an atmosphere.”

Jack’s mind flashed through the briefing he was given on Godzilla’s radioactive energy beam. The biological processes involved were still undergoing study, but Godzilla’s could project a beam from his mouth of intense heat and radioactivity at adversaries. This beam varied in intensity based on how recently he had refueled and his ‘emotional state’ if such phrasing could apply to the monster. An F-302 could take the heat of the beam for about .25 seconds before compromising its hull. Godzilla’s might sweep a group of jets down with a single blast, but a concentrated beam could last anywhere from 1 to 8 seconds. Even with the armor and shielding the F-302 had, risks from radiation and EMP from the merest grazing. Even if the ship did not detonate in a cloud of shrapnel like conventional fighter craft, it would only be by the slimmest of margins that he’d survive a glancing hit.

Jack mused that this was just one of the several reasons why Godzilla was called the “King of the Monsters.”

He turned around for another pass when a new object appeared on his radar. It was too small to be their backup, and it was moving at mach 4.

“Heads up,” Jack announced, “We have incoming bogie.”

At 65 meters across, the spherical object was definitely a Kaiju, spinning rapidly and seemingly encased in flames. Before it could be identified, it slammed into Godzilla’s chest and knocked the monster off his feet.

Godzilla quickly recovered as the bogie landed. Four limbs a head and tail emerged from the spherical form, which Jack now saw to be a shell. The creature was massive turtle-like beast with a pair of large tusks on the bottom of its jaw.

“It’s Gamera!” Konomi called out over the radio.

Jack could feel Teppei’s grin through the radio as he let slip “Awesome, I think they’re gonna fight!”

Godzilla bellowed at the newcomer, his lips curled back in a bestial snarl. With his legs and tail out of his shell, Gamera stood a full 80 meters in height, but was only came up to Godzilla’s chest.

Gamera roared back at Godzilla, returning the snarl, dipping his body lower, getting ready for Godzilla’s next move.

Ryouma cursed, “This isn’t good—if those two fight, we won’t be able to keep Godzilla on land!”

The monsters eyed each other for what seemed an age before Godzilla’s green flame shot down a string of three plasma fireballs erupting out of Gamera’s mouth. Before the flash of the explosions faded, Gamera had already closed the distance between the two of them and rammed his shoulder into Godzilla’s stomach. The leviathan stepped back from the force of the impact, but grabbed onto Gamera’s shell and nearly flipped him over as he tossed him aside.

Gamera rolled with the throw and landed on his feet, growling before charging Godzilla with his mouth agape in a mighty roar. Gamera’s tusks dug deep into Godzilla’s belly, who screamed in pain as blood oozed from the wounds.

Godzilla took his claws to Gamera’s face in an effort to pry the turtle off of him. His claws passed close enough to the eyes that not even Gamera’s armored skin could protect him from natural reflex. Gamera let go and was pushed back as the wounds began to heal.

But as a parting short, he let out a plasma fireball that struck Godzilla full on in the chest.

The pilots realized they were just watching the battle unfold soon after that and moved to different positions.

“What are the standing orders on Gamera?” Jack finally asked.

“That’s what we’re trying to find out,” Konomi answered, “An attack order was last issued against Gamera in 1999, but rescinded a few months later to refocus on the Gyaos swarm.”

Jack considered his options before saying, “Hold fire until he gives you a reason.”

A collective “Roger” went out from the group.

Godzilla let loose another atomic blast into Gamera, striking him full on in the chest, knocking the turtle over onto his back. Godzilla grabbed the monster’s tail and began, spinning him once, threw him into Getter Robo.

The cry of “Open Get” went out as the three jets separated and were nearly crushed against Gamera’s back.

Gamera, however, did not crash, but withdrew his legs and let out jets of flame from them, taking to the air once again.

“Everyone, Prepare for an all out assault on Godzilla,” A new voice clamored over the radio, it was Samantha Carter.

From the deck of the Gotengo a giant took off into the air. On jets, it floated effortlessly in the air before it landed in front of Godzilla with remarkably smooth movements. The creature seemed a mechanical double of Godzilla, but a head taller and with a greatly shortened tail. The spines were shortened and simplified, and several ports existed on its torso. Its eyes were alight, gleaming yellow as it steadied itself.

A call rang out over the sound of the volcano and through the radios: “Like an angel, descend and defend the world—MECHAGODZILLA!”

Inside the cockpit, located deep within the massive machine’s chest, Samantha Carter turned and gave a quizzical look to her co-pilot, hooking her mind directly up to the control system for the impressive machine. Carter monitored the weapons and sensors.

She also gave her co-pilot an odd look at her pronouncement, believing she spent too much time “practicing” with the control system in Angelic Layer tournaments.

Kara simply shrugged and blew it off, having Mechagodzilla slam his knuckles together and release a shrieking howl from his mouth.

Godzilla tilted his head at the new arrival before answering the howl with a defiant roar.

“Alright folks,” Captain Gordon growled from the Gotengo’s bridge, “Blast the bastard!”

Alright!” Ryu called out, “Gun Phoenix Striker, Bind Up!”

The Gun Winger, Gun Loader and Booster lined up and united smoothly, though without the efficient speed of Getter Robo. The speed and power increases were worth the system’s installment, despite the lower armor each individual unit had. Furthermore, it allowed for full fire-linking of its arms systems, and extra power to all the mounted beam weaponry.

The machines surrounded Godzilla, and opened fire with everything they had. The cries of “Getter Beam,” “Double Burning Fire” and “Space Thunder” echoed over the explosion of dozens of missiles from F-302s and Mechagodzilla’s shoulders. Beams shot forth from its eyes and mouth as the Gun Phoenix shone brightly—almost encased in golden, a gold which then lashed out and struck its target with a tremendous explosion. Even the Gotengo got in on the act, firing its cannons at Godzilla with fervor.

Godzilla was quickly concealed in smoke and flames, his screams of pain fell largely on deaf ears.

“I think we got him!” Konomi said.

“Alright!” Ryu added.

But Jack felt tense. He felt something watching the scene.

A blue-green shockwave radiated from the center of their firing range, rocking all around them. The jets did not fall, the pilots were too good, but it took every ounce of skill to keep them in the air. Several minor systems within Jack’s cockpit shorted out and shut down. Jack maintained flight, but it took more skill than he'd like. He could only imagine what the others were going through.

Godzilla stood amidst the smoke, minor wounds covering body, his spines aglow with power. The blood from larger, more grievous wounds caked against his hide, but their source was already gone or much reduced.

With a snarl, Godzilla swept his beam across his foes. Mechagodzilla and Gamera took the short full on in the chest, causing them to stumble back. Getter Robo dodged effortlessly.

Godzilla turned his head again and let his flames loose, engulfing Mazinger Z almost completely in light as his tail lashed out to knock Mechagodzilla back further until a running shoulder tackle finally took the giant machine off its feet.

Tetsuya cried out Koji’s name as Mazinger fell on its back, unmoving.

Carter kicked in Mechagodzilla’s rear jets to float it away and right itself once more.

Godzilla charged again, but found himself upended by Grendizer’s anti-gravity beam. This did little to stop his momentum and Kara had to dodge again as Godzilla pitched forward and crashed to the ground—near the water.

Repeating “crap” as if it were a mantra, Kara rushed towards Godzilla—but was intercepted by a hidden pit trap, and fell forward on its face. It caused a chain reaction and the ground underneath Godzilla collapsed as well. A mixture of water and lava filled the pit, engulfing the pair in a massive column of steam.

Carter brought the jets online and quickly brought Mechagodzilla out of the hole. Godzilla’ shrieked and howled as he crawled out and scanned the surroundings. Something had done this to him and it would pay.

Testuya aided Koji’s Mazinger to its feet, but it was in bad shape.

“I’m fine,” Koji insisted, “My Grandfather’s Mazinger can’t be beaten that easily.”

Koji shrugged off Tetsuya’s assistance and chugged towards the battlefield as his adoptive brother scowled.

Jack felt physicially ill, but felt the source was outside, near the island's slowly burning ground. He turned to look at it and watched reality shatter before him.

A window of blackness opened and closed lightning fast, allowing three horrors to squeeze theri way through. They were savage looking grey creatures with wide backs and wide mouths. On both sides of their head were small horns pointed forward and similar ones, pointed up, and were on the edge of their exaggerated shoulders, followed by serrations that went down their sides. A forward arcing horn capped the top of their skulls. One hand on each was extremely deformed and had large, lumpy claws in place of fingers. They had large yellow eyes and fanged under-bites.

They reminded the GUYS crew of one monster in particular.

“Bogal?!” Ryu blurted out.

Teppei shook his head, “It looks similar, but has too many differences. Perhaps a subspecies or servitor created in its image.”

The trio eyed Godzilla, drool escaping from their lips.

“If they are anything like Bogal,” Konomi swallowed, “They’ll want to eat Godzilla—and then explode!”

Jack had a brief image what an atomic explosion of creatures that size—with the fission-able material inside Godzilla powering them—would do to the planet. They were not pretty.

Godzilla snarled as the scalding burns began to recover themselves.

The three creatures were shorter than Godzilla, but they quickly surrounded him.

“Okay,” Jack growled, “We can’t let those things eat Godzilla. So…I guess we help him.”

George cursed in Spanish rather colorfully.

In a gesture of politeness, Teppei added: “Makes sense.”

Gamera was the one to take the initiative and tackle one of the Bogal-like creatures before it could act, wrestling it to the ground and biting into it with his tusks. Grey liquid oozed out of the creature as it hollered. This distracted the other Bogal and let Godzilla charge them.

Grabbing the nearest one to him by the throat, Godzilla lifted it over his head and threw it to the volcano—only to see it extend the flaps along its side and sail back towards him and launch a bolt of purple-black flames from his eyes at Godzilla’s head, striking him dead on.

Godzilla shrieked and spat flames at where the lesser Bogal was, but it had moved. So his flames instead raced towards Jack and the Gun Phoenix Striker.



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 Post subject: Re: Supernatural Taisen (Megacrossover) (Mission 9 Part 1) PostPosted: 2010-01-03 07:32am
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A little eyeopener about Nanoha's "nice" family i found for those that didn't play Toraha or watched OVA http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQPtB0pc9HA - this family is run on BADASS and YOU BETTER NOT! (I would add HOTBLOOD!!! but ninja-bodyguard-assassins are not HOTBLOOD!!! bunch even when they are)



Proud Nanoha/Yuuno/Fate, Caro/Elio/Lutecia, Alto/Sheril/Ranka and Honor/Hamish/Emily shipper. Last one even canon.

PS. Also support canon Nanoha/job, Honor/job and semicanon Rein/Agito.
PPS. In process of considering reborn Sankt Kaizer/reborn GEoM.

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 Post subject: Re: Supernatural Taisen (Megacrossover) (Mission 9 Part 1) PostPosted: 2010-01-12 09:46pm
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Twin flashes of light intercepted the beam, which impacted against them and failed to reach its targets.

When the light and beam faded, Ryu saw three figures before him. Two had interposed themselves between the beam and the Gun Phoenix Striker. One he immediately identified as Ultraman Mebius. The other, however, was new. It resembled Hunter Knight Tsurugi—but the heavy armor was gone, a color timer lay on his chest and most importantly his eyes were open.

“Captain Serizawa?” Ryu later cursed himself from uttering.

The third figure had caught Jack’s F-302 in its hands—it was the RahXephon. The wings on its head had not moved from its resting position.

“How the hell did that get here?!” Cameron scowled at the machine.

Jack was no longer inside the cockpit of the F-302. Instead, he found himself inside the cockpit of the RahXephon, though not in the pilot’s seat. He instead found himself on the water-filled floor. A quick appraisal of the situation led Jack to look down at his feet. The water lapped against his ankles, but he saw Reika floating below him.

On instinct, Jack went to his hands and knees. The floor remained solid, but he pounded on it anyway.

“Are you sure you want to wake her up?” A voice reverberated through the chamber, sending the hairs on the back of Jack’s neck up, “She looks so much more peaceful like this, don’t you agree?”

Jacks scowled, but didn’t bother looking for a source of the voice, “Okay, who the hell are you?”

Jack’s reflection in the shallow water shifted and morphed into a shape that could only be vaguely called humanoid. It had short antennae, glowing eyes and nearly cubist head. Its body was covered in spines and jagged bumps.

I am Yapool,” It said, “And I do hope you appreciate my handiwork. It’s much safer for everyone this way.”

“Safer?” Jack spat.

“Do you really think that putting the fundamental building blocks of reality:” Yapool stroked his chin, “the tools and aspects of both the Outer Gods and the Endless, in the hands of a lovesick teenage girl is a good idea?”

Jack’s scowled slightly as he thought. This thing, whatever it was, did have a point. There was something definitely off about her—but the way Yapool referred to her, the way he referred to her now.

She was not human. Yet, now both of them were talking about her as though she was.

Jack dug his hands into the water, pushed through the floor as though it were thick mud and grabbed Reika’s hands.

“What are you doing?” Yapool roared, “If she sleeps, she cannot destroy the world. I thought the world would be important to you?”

“Oh, shut up!” Jack snapped, “Like I believe anything you’d say! You’re a goddamn reflection!”

Jack pulled with all his might against the sucking pressure of the "mud" beneath him, his feet remaining on a solid surface--aiding his efforts.

"Besides," Jack added, "what she wants is for this world to continue. Why would she destroy it?"

“There are way, Jack O'Niell, there are ways. Perhaps a different reflection would convince you?” Yapool smirked as much as his stagnant facial features allowed him to as his form shifted to one he had not seen for years. Another extremely dangerous machine he had encountered and one that he had shut down—no—killed.

Reese, the “Mother” of the Replicators.

“The way I understand it,” Yapool’s voice echoed, “You’ve faced this problem before and agreed with my conclusion. You’ve already made your choice.”

Jack looked at Reika, cold and silent in her prison, and back at the image of Reese.

He steeled himself and continued to pull, but he didn’t understand why he was pulling. It made no sense. This girl was as much of a threat, if not more, to earth as Reese was. What was he thinking?

“Interesting choice,” Yapool said, “I will make sure you share her suffering next time.”

Yapool’s image and the image of Reese faded to Jack’s normal reflection as Jack hauled the wisp of a girl out of the gelatinous substance beneath his feet. When Reika’s head passed the water’s surface, she let out a frightened, pained gasp and latched onto Jack with all her strength. Jack stood up and tumbled back, finally pulling Reika free of the prison.

Jack scooped her up in his arms. She never let go. Nor did she stop repeating one phrase over and over again, whispered between her shivering, she only said one thing: “I’m sorry.”

And though she was cold, damp and shaking, Jack believed that she actually felt human.


Outside that little room, the RahXephon landed with only a few token hisses to its name and rested on all four limbs.

By then, the accomplices of the Bogal had made their presence known—nearly a dozen of creatures rose to the surface, snarling with eyes defined only by hunger. They were half the size of the minor Bogal, four footed and had armored ridges going from the left to right down their backs and tails. A single horn protruded from the center of their faces, just over their fanged mouths. On all fours, they appeared even smaller. These were Baragon.

The two Ultramen dove towards the Bogal and tackled them off Godzilla. With the pain greatly reduced, Godzilla focused on the Bogal gnawing at his arm—by raking his free claw over his assailants face.

It howled in pain and, distracted, was easily slammed by Godzilla’s tail. On its back, Godzilla plodded over and repeatedly stepped on the creature. The sound of granite-hard bones snapping under Godzilla’s feet was accompanied by the blood-choked screams of the Bogal.

Godzilla then grabbed the monster by the tail and hammer tossed it into the air, only to blast it down with atomic fire. The creature crashed to earth with a painful shriek, which was quickly drowned out by Godzilla’s roar.

Godzilla then turned his attention to the Baragon scurrying after the Super Robots.

Mechagodzilla attempted to kick one of the creatures, but had it leap over the leg and onto Mecahgodzilla’s chest.

Kara’s fast reactions allowed her to catch the multi-kiloton reptile as her machine’s foot fell to earth. The creature wriggled and struggled gamely in her grasp, casing some strain on the control system to keep it there.

“Always aiming for the goddamn chest,” She murmured as the machine threw Baragon away—but then caught it again, but not in her hand. From her wrist, Carter launched a bladed chain weapon dubbed the “Shock Anchor”. Once it imbedded itself in the Baragon’s hide, an electrical current shot through the cables and into the monster.

It convulsed and quiver uncontrollably, hardly uttering a sound as it fell to earth.

Kara did a quick scan of the environment visually, her eyes catching Ultraman Mebius wrapped up in the three-pronged tongue of one of the Bogal—it’s mouth expanding over 25 meters in anticipation of the meal.

“Release the cable on my signal!” Kara said as she whipped the Baragon into the air.

She leaned her machine back and began to spin the Baragon around before shouting “NOW!”

Carter released the shock anchor and sent the quivering Baragon into the Bogal’s massive head, but from behind. The Baragon detonated on impact, knocking the Bogal back and severing its tongue—thus freeing Mebius.

Ryouma and the Getter team were in their element. Fighting dinosaurs from the center of the earth was what Getter Robo was built for. Baragon were old hat. A tomahawk slash and getter beam here; transform and let Hayato go nuts with the drill; transform for a typhoon and missile bombardment over there—they hadn’t had a fight this easy in years.

Baragon could stand 25 meters tall when on their hind legs; just enough to pear over Great Mazinger, but just short of Grendizer’s shoulders. Mazinger Z was the shortest of all of them, and against the Baragon, he was at a disadvantage in size.

Koji’s only advantage was his flight—and that was limited as each one’s powerful hind legs could propel it over a quarter of a kilometer per leap.

Looking down on one Baragon which eyed him hungrily, Koji had Mazinger punch its own chest,
“Give me your best shot!” he sneered.

The monster leapt into the air, its mouth agape.

Mazinger raised its arms as Koji shouted “Breast Fire!” but instead of a red beam of heat, the chest of the robot simply exploded out, knocking Mazinger out of the air.

The Baragon missed his target, but landed safely, unlike Mazinger, who landed on its neck with enough force to dislodge the plider atop Mazinger’s head.

Koji saw stars and blurs upon impact. When his vision cleared, he looked through the clear plastic bubble and saw the Baragon knowing futilely at Mazinger’s arm. Then the face of another Baragon blocked Koji’s vision. It tilted its head and drool dripped down from its maw.

Koji sprung into action and launched a pair of missiles at the monster from the forward part of the Plider. The missiles screamed towards the Baragon who pulled its head back instinctively—but not fast enough.

And Koji lucked out—the missiles traveled up the Baragon’s nose before detonating—blowing out a good portion of its face.

It reared away, howling in pain and clutching its face. It fell backwards and rolled on the ground as red blood poured out of the hole in its face until Great Mazinger’s sword blade imbedded itself in its brain. Tetsuya turned Great Mazinger towards the other Baragon and slew it with a well placed Thunder Break.

“Thanks, Testuya” Koji said, wiping blood from his mouth.

“Are you okay?” Tetsuya asked.

“I’m good, how’s Mazinger?”

Testuya paused, staring at the hole in Mazinger Z’s chest, unable to tell him as Grendizer’s double-harken scythed overhead and through another pair of Baragon.


Nearby, Gamera incinerated another Baragon before turning his attention to the two Ultramen as they battled the last remaining Bogal.

The two Ultraman punched and kicked the creature back and forth between them, knocking it off balance until it threw black spheres of burning energy at the two Ultramen—who dodged them effectively.

Gamera saw his opportunity and spat a trio of fireballs at Bogal, but only two hit their mark. Distracted, it turned to face Gamera only to be hit by a pair of flying kicks from the Ultramen. They continued to fly, however, looped back and hit him again—and again, and again.

Their bodies blurred slightly, creating a double loop between them—almost a sideways figure eight or infinity loop. When the Ultramen stopped, the creature was left stumbling where it stood in a desperate attempt to stay upright.

Observing their handiwork for just a moment, the blue Ultraman raised his right arm in the air, gathering lightning-like energy in it as Mebius slid his hand over the bracer on his left arm before raising his hands over his head.

They then brought their hands together in a ‘plus’ position, Mebius’ left hand in front of his right and the other with the right hand in front of his left—but still in the same positions. Beams of light—one gold, the other silver—shot out from the sides of their hands and struck Bogal in the chest. It did not take long before it exploded into tiny fragments.

Godzilla snarled--the bodies of several Baragon lay at his feet unmoving. He stood at the center of the others: Getter Robo, Grendizer, the Ultramen, the Gun Phoenix Striker, Gamera and Mechagodzilla had him surrounded.

So he decided to attack first. His dorsal spines burned red for an instant before he unleashed a burning red, spiraling beam towards Mechagodzilla which had such force that it knocked the machine up over the ground and depositing it unceremoniously in the ocean. Inside, Kara and Carter screamed as several shorts cascaded through the machine before it even touched the ground again.

This did not prevent Carter from firing off the Plasma Grenade—a massive beam cannon located in the machines belly region—before Mechagodzilla fell.

The orange blast covered nearly a quarter of Godzilla’s body, easily bowling him over. As Godzilla stood up again, he was greeted more pain as Grendizer’s space thunder struck his back, as did a trio of Gamera’s plasma fireballs.

Godzilla stumbled forward, only to be smashed in the chest by the Ultramen’s two beam attacks—this time, they combined a few dozen yards away from Godzilla’s chest and combined into a single rainbow colored beam before striking.

As Godzilla suffered, the Gun Phoenix Striker became encased in gold as METEOR burst into action.

"Invincible Phoenix, Power Maximum!" Ryu shouted before the golden energy encasing the Gun Phoenix Striker leapt off ther machine and soared towards Godzilla--exploding on contact. The blast elicited another pained roar from Godzilla.

Over their cover, Ryouma called out to his fellow crewmen, “Remember, our timing has to be exact.”

“I know,” Hayato smiled.

“Let’s go!” Benkei cheered.

All three pressed on peddles at their feet as Ryouma shouted “GETTER SHINE!”

Getter Robo was encased with white hot energy as it held its arms out to the side and took to the air, taking the energy with it.

Diving down to the target, Ryouma shouted “SHINNING SPARK!” as they pulled up at the absolute last moment, letting the white-hot ball of energy the size of Getter Robo strike Godzilla full on in the chest.

Godzilla shrieked in pain as he was engulfed in a getter-fueled explosion, blinding light emanating from it for the instant of the explosion.

{{Battle Mastery Earned}}


“He’s been knocked into the ocean!” Kara announced, her eyes seeing through the smoke and din with ease, “Make sure he’s down!”

When the smoke and light cleared, the heroes moved in to the churning froth 40 meters from shore.

Getter Robo switched to its Poseidon formation and headed into the water for a deep search, but the water barely lapped at its ankles when Godzilla exploded up from beneath the waves with a mighty roar.

Blood dripped from his maw, as well as several wounds on his chest. The entire body was covered in burns and boils—one of the dorsal plates even appeared melted and Godzilla’s left eye was held tightly shut. He stood surrounded by scalding steam from the eruption, but he stood ready to fight.

“We got him on the ropes now!” Hayato smirked, but before anyone could move in for a follow-up, a massive gust of wind nearly threw them all off balance. The cascade of jagged yellow bolts from the sky did that for them. Along the wind, small glittering flakes filtered down from the overcast sky.

“The hell is that?” Daisuke asked aloud, just before his instruments went haywire.

"Whatever it is," Carter said as she furiously worked the controls, "It's acting like electronic chaff and playing hell with the radar."

Godzilla growled as the heroes fought the torrent of wind before he slipped beneath the surface.

“God damnit!” Captain Gordon slammed his fist onto the arm of his chair, “Keep him within visual range!”

“Sir,” One of the crewmen turned to him, “the visibility is already too low. He’s gone.”

Gordon cursed again.



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Wow. I've never seen someone get a Battle Mastery on that mission before. And while Yapool may be right, that doesn't mean that Jack's gonna pay any attention to him XD. That's just the way he rolls.



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Bogal and it's spawn are gone, Godzilla was evac'ed by Mothra (I'm guessing Mothra called him in the first place), and Mazinger Z is out.

So will we be going Shin Mazinger or Mazinkaiser with the rebuild? Although I guess Kouji's back to Double Spazer until then anyway.



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Reika Mishima awoke slowly and in unfamiliar environments. She ran a diagnostic on her systems, and found herself in organic standby mode. She concluded the damage had been far more extensive than originally anticipated.

She decided to open her eyes and let Jack O’Neill know of her consciousness. What limited data her human senses could provide allowed her to deduce he had been there for at least 10 minutes.

“Welcome to the human race,” he said.

“It is a temporary recovery measure,” Reika said as she sat up in the bed.

“I’m sure,” Jack said, “The Doctor was throwing a fit about it, saying ‘That’s impossible’ over and over again. It was kinda funny.”

Unspoken was the fact that they needed it to a degree. Mazinger Z was damaged so badlt that several of its primary weapons systems were non functional. The Breast Fire short nearly caused the machine to detonate. Its partly melted and deformed frame was to blame for that, and its source was still at large.

Her eyes turned to the IV in her arm, “Humanoid form is easier than other forms to recover and acts as the ultimate funnel for spi--”

“Don’t care,” Jack said, “In fact, I’ve had it up to my ears with the funny words and high English crap. For once, I’d like a straight answer.”

“No,” Reika sighed as the color of her iris began to fade, “You want two.”

“I think I earned them.”

Reika took a deep breath, “Which is the most pressing question?”

“Which one has the shortest answer?”

“Ixtli Safety Protocol Implantation.”

Jack blinked, “What?”

“It is why you saved me,” Reika said, her voice approaching a form of monotone, “And why you can pilot the RahXephon as well as you do. Normally, an emotional link is established between the Instrumentalist and the Ixtili through a strong desire. You refused that desire strongly, realizing its hollow nature. Thus, for you to be able to pilot the RahXephon, a desire had to be either circumvented or implanted.”

Jack snorted, “okay, once more and assume I’m a total idiot.”

“In order to ensure the RahXephon’s power does not fall into the wrong hands or is compromised,” She continued, “A suggestion was implanted into your mind to treat me as though I were a member of your team.

The air in the room felt like it weighed a hundred pounds.

“Was it mind control?”

“No,” She said, “Control tears apart the mind and leaves the target a withered husk of a person. This was suggestion.”

Jack scowled, hoping that his face was not slowly turning red, “but you still went into my head and messed with my brain so that you’d be one of my team?”

“I believe that is why you insisted on calling me Reika Mishima,” Reika tilted her head slightly, “An unexpected outcome.”

“Unexpected?” Jack snarled, “Then why did you—“

“You wanted to protect the world from Anubis, as did I,” she snapped, “You refused to accept the normal means of continuity insurance so the secondary method was undertaken. I still do not know how you view me because of this procedure.”

Jack rubbed his face in his hands before he said, “And the other answer?”

“I can show that answer to you.”

Jack found himself standing along with Reika inside a small house or apartment. He could not find any way of identifying where he ways—as everything outside the main living area they were in was obfuscated in white fog that seeped in everywhere Jack looked. At the central table, three people sat: a man and woman in their 30s and their son. Their features were nearly blanked in—obfuscated like the distant horizons.

“He’s seven now,” Reika said, her eyes focused on the young boy finishing breakfast, “Just starting primary education.”

“Okay, who is he?” Jack said.

“He is the original Instrumentalist, the one who tuned the world in the year 2012 to the world we live in now.”

“Wait—how does that even work in past tense?”

“I rewrote history.”

“Oh,” Jack blinked, “And now—“

“All he wanted was a peaceful, happy life. I exist to grant him that.”

“And yet, there are still giant monsters, alien invasions and wars.”

Reika lowered her head, “I can only do so much.”

“I thought you were an all powerful god machine,” Jack said, “You just said you changed history.”

“I may only bend the tools and wills of the Endless and Outer Gods so far before they snap and rip reality asunder.”

“Oh.”

Jack looked at the scene a little longer, and Ixtili’s focus on the little boy, “So, you and the boy—”

“It is not something my creator intended,” She said, “Before the Gyaos, before the Deceiver and the Enemy of All, I was to cease existing when I tuned the world. Because of them, I must remain.”

“And watch.”

“And watch him love the one who I am but a shadow of.”

Jack heard her choke on the words as they passed her lips. He turned and saw her on the verge of tears.

She sniffled once, “It is harder to contain emotional states in this form than I anticipated.”

“Yeah,” Jack said, “Humans like to defy anticipation a lot.”

He extended an arm to her, “c’mere.”

She smiled slightly and began to move towards him when a pulse went through—well, everything. She froze and they found themselves back in the GUYS hospital wing, Reika grasped her head—her eyes wide in fear.

“What the—“

“What have they done,” She murmured the phrase through clenched teeth and then repeated it—louder and louder until she screamed it at the top of her lungs—causing the nearby machines to spark and squeal as they overloaded.

Jack latched onto the Reika’s wrists and forced the girl to look at him, “What have who done?”

“They’ve awakened the one before me! The prototype war machine I was based upon. They’ve awakened the Tune X!”



Oceans away, laughter echoed deep underground.

The Major looked over his newest toy with glee as two red eyes shone through the slit-like ‘face’ of the machine.

With the Major was a tall, elderly Japanese man in black, his claw-like hand clutching a small bundle of black balloons. In front of the two stood a holographic projection of a tall, muscular man with long dark hair holding a long, curved blade. The blade was sheathed and its point touched the ground as he rested his hands on the bottom of its hilt.

“I am Gym Ghingnham, Ixtli of the Tune X,” It said, “I now await an instrumentalist.”

The figure then disappeared as though it were an image on an old television screen.

“This is wonderful!” He nearly squealed, “Absolutely wonderful! You have outdone yourself Doctor Death. I never dreamed anyone could override the safety protocols of Ultima Thule's greatest weapon!”

“If you please,” The Doctor said, I prefer the name that accursed Rider has given me: Doctor Shinigami.”

“Of course, Doctor,” The Major corrected himself, “It is good to have you back after all this time.”

“It is good to be accepted back so readily,” He smiled, his left hand not letting go of the black balloons as he bowed.

“With the ‘returning gift’ of turning our jamming system into a fully functional weapon—able to handle our greatest threat and ultimate goal all on its own, how could I not!” The Major laughed loudly again.

Standing in the shadow of the 80 meter, green machine in the massive underground hanger, they failed to notice the entrance of Prime before he got within 10ft of them.

“Ah, your favorite student’s come for a visit,” The Major smiled.

“Sir,” Prime said as he saluted his superiors in rank.

“First he gives me you,” The Major said, “Then he gives me this. The perfect soldier and the perfect weapon.”

“Thank you, sir.” Prime bowed slightly, “I’ve come to report on the analysis tests done at the chosen sights.”

“Oh,” The Major’s smile faded only slightly, “How did it go?”

“The Sunnydale Hellmouth is inert, and the one in Cleveland does not have enough output to be worth an extraction. The World Tree has its power locked in far too tightly. It’s next scheduled release of power would not be soon enough for our needs.”

“That is unfortunate,” The Major sighed.

“There are other sites. Basin City and Roanapur in particular hold promising amounts of power that is quite easy to extract with our methods,” Prime continued, “The Ogasawara Islands may be problematic initially, but they are more easily defended than the other locations.”

“That will have to do, then.” The Major said heavily, “I will consult with the others as to our next stage of operations.”

“I shall join you shortly,” Dr. Shinigami said, “There is a matter I wish to discuss with Prime.”

“Very well, then,” The Major waved a hand dismissively as he stepped out of the room.”

“They believed you to be dead,” Prime said as The Major left their sight.

“But you knew better?” Dr. Shinigami smirked.

“You have survived far worse fates than what they meted out to you all those years ago,” Prime said.

“They did cost me one exquisite weapon, though,” Dr. Shinigami sighed, “However, You do far surpass anything I have wrought before.”

Prime smiled, “they other scientists are still trying to deduce how you perfectly melded my donor DNA.”

“Donor?” Dr. Shinigami arched an eyebrow.

“I am as related to them as I am to all vertebrate life forms. This is my family here.”

“No wonder you feel the urge to chase your half-sister,” Dr. Shinigami smirked.

“As I am a hybrid of a Kryptonian and the best Homo sapiens specimen of the 20th century, Bruce Wayne. She is a hybrid of that Kryptonian and an enhanced Amazon,” Prime smirked, “I’m sure the superiority of our genetics and a few checks in the lab can overcome any birth defects that might result.”

The hybrids’ face turned serious in an instant, “We are clear.”

“Recording devices disabled?”

“For the next 2 minutes.”

Dr. Shinigami smiled, “Well done.”

“I am your human-prototype Super-Beast Prime, Lord Yapool,” Prime said, “There is no mission I cannot accomplish.”

“Well spoken,” the shell Yapool inhabited smirked, “how are the preparations?”

“Rasputin is alive again and has continued my training in the black arts,” Prime said, “He suspects nothing. He believes that I too follow the will of the Ogdru-Jahad.”

“Excellent, continue your tutelage. For a human, he has great skill. Do not underestimate him.”

“Yes, my lord,” Prime paused before adding, “Sir, why give them the Tune X?”

“Why?” Yapool looked down on the young man as he spoke.

“Can you reveal to what ends you are reaching?”

“I am aiming for several birds with this move,” Yapool said, “And if all goes well, Millennium and the RahXephon will be dead and gone by the time The Emperor arrives.”

“Am I to pilot it to Victory?” Prime asked, expectantly.

“No,” Yapool said, “You lack Mu Phase and could not anyway.”

Prime’s face scrunched up in a scowl.

“The pilot of Tune X is marked for death, boy” Yapool laughed, “and that death marker is for the Major alone.”

Yapool looked up at the Tune X with a smile, “He wanted to continue the Dark History of the 20th century—expanded it into a thousand years of war. By letting him use the last war machine of Earth’s first Dark History, he won’t notice death’s approach until it has him by the throat!”

“Do you have any new orders for me?” Prime asked.

“No,” Yapool answered, “Things are going exactly as planned.”



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Her eyes turned to the IV in her arm, “Humanoid form is easier than other forms to recover and acts as the ultimate funnel for spi--”

I see what you did there.



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Ok, I get that this thing is bad news, but just how bad are we talking here? EXEC_over.METHOD_SUBLIMATION/ bad, aka the world ends in 15 minutes and everyone gets shipped off to their own demi-plane (WASSEE!)? Or is this just slightly worse than say, Anubis possessing someone on the Asura as it flies through the rubble of his flagship?



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Let's put it this way: One of the Turn X's high-powered, but by no means strongest, attacks is the Shining Finger.



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Harry Dresden had never been more frightened in all of his life. Still recovering from his encounters with the Wolkenritter across Chicago, he had received a summons from a source he never expected.

Addressed to “Chicago Warden Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden,” it read:

David Xanatos,
President of the United States of America,
Requests the pleasure of your company at a dinner
At a secure location to be revealed upon reply.

Following the dinner will be an information session regarding upcoming paranormal inter-company relations within the United States.
You may bring one person with you at your discretion, who must be identified during the RSVP.

Black Tie Preferred.


When Harry first read those words, he was covered in a cold sweat. Considering how well his last formal party invitation went, as well as who was giving it and why…Harry would have rather faced down Queen Mab in a one on one duel.

Amongst the supernatural community, mundane humans were feared for both their numbers and their technology, which caused most to remain in the shadows. Wizards did this too largely to avoid being drawn into mundane conflicts—which would allow said shadow-loving creatures to move in.

This threatened everything that Harry knew in the worlds he traveled.

When the White Council found out, they were beside themselves. The Merlin nearly had an aneurism. They agreed that the only reason Harry had been chosen was because of how he advertized himself: in the phonebook, under “Wizards.” Harry guessed that the only reason the Merlin did not take his head as soon as he found out was that he, like the rest of the council, was curious as to what the president wanted.

He spent a few days trying to decide who his “+1” should be. But in the end, the choice was simple.

Murphy was nearly floored when he asked her—with laughter. When she realized it wasn’t a joke, her tune changed a good deal.

Harry still felt uncomfortable in a tux, but it was quelled somewhat by seeing the dress Murphy wore. Like Murphy’s usually short blonde hair, the dress she wore spoke to practicality more than fashion—the long leg slit allowed for complete freedom of movement if it was needed—but simple black dresses were one of the few constants in the fashion industry.

Murphy was tiny compared to Harry, five-foot-nothing and a hundred and nothing, but Harry new better than to underestimate her. She was the best cop he ever knew and that was before she saw her tear apart an ogre with a chainsaw.

It was probably wrong to drool over your intended backup and possible bodyguard, so Harry restrained himself as best he could.

Their ride to the event was also invited and, having helped against the Wolkenritter, decided to lend a hand. Travel was not a big issue when the council classified her as a living doorway to the never-never and beyond.

Her name was Rachel Roth, but she had collected a vast number of nicknames in her short tenure amongst the magical community—few of them were nice: “The Doorway,” “The Antichrist,” “Hell’s Daughter” were applied to her even before she could walk, through no fault of her own.

She preferred to be called “Raven” if a nickname must be used, and she’d really rather not. Taller than Murphy, but still dwarfed by Dresden, her hair was dark and her skin extremely pale. Her dark blue cloak obscured most of her figure—and hid whatever it was she was going to wear to the event.

With Raven was her bodyguard and former ‘student’, Rose Wilson. Not a full wizard like Harry or unbelievably powerful like Raven, Rose was nonetheless battle hardened and formidable. Platinum blonde hair and an eye patch made her stand out when she dressed casually. Put her well proportioned, athletic body in a slinky, low cut white dress and she guaranteed that all eyes would be distracted by something.

All that beauty could not mask her surly, sailor-like attitude for very long.

“So you do have a girlfriend,” Rose smirked, “and here I thought you were catching for the other team.”

“I’m not his girlfriend,” Murphy answered, with more snap than Harry expected, “I’m his bodyguard for the night.”

Rose snorted, “What are you, a slayer or something.”

“I’m a cop.”

A retort was on Rose’s lips when Rachel interrupted, “Down, girl. We only just met her.”

“Cops a cop,” Rose countered.

“Please excuse my colleague,” Raven bowed slightly and extended a hand, “She has issues with authority figures.”

“To be honest,” Murphy grasped it, “I do too.”

Introductions followed swiftly thereafter, though it took Murphy a second to grasp how they were getting there.

“So you’re our ride?” She asked Raven.

“She’s a real village bicycle,” Rose smirked.

“Funny.” Raven said without emphasis or emotion, a shallow laugh following it. Though with her gravelly voice, it was sometimes hard to tell when she was not growling.

Rose rolled her eye, but said nothing.

“One of the perks about being a living inter-dimensional rift is the ease in which I can traverse the NeverNever,” Raven explained, “Among other places.”

“You go into the NeverNever before?” Rose asked with a sneer.

“Often enough,” Murphy narrowed her eyes at the white-haired woman.

Raven cut Rose off before she could release her retort with an authoritative, “Then hold on,” and envelope the three of them in her cloak before she melted into the ground, taking them with her.

When they returned to the real world seconds later, the first thing out of Murphy’s mouth was “Why were there sharks” she swallowed, “in space?”

“I have no idea,” Harry answered, his own face slightly paled, “and I don’t know want to know.”

They were only a few yards from the main entrance of Peninsula, one of Chicago’s most upscale hotels. Their appointment was on the fourth floor, in the restaurant Avenues.

After answering some very odd questions at the door by the security personnel whom Harry sensed were mages, but their uniforms and staves were unlike any he had ever seen. One thing was certain: They were not wardens.

The Avenue’s private dining room had a golden tint to it, with fine wooden finishes on every piece of furniture or wall within line of sight. At the back was a bar, where a trio of bartenders awaited being called as the crowd was in the process of mingling. Not many had taken to seats yet (which were assigned).

As a trained private investigator as well as a warden of the White Council, Harry immediately began scanning the room, and did not like what he was seeing. It wasn’t the security (which there was a lot of, comprised of what he assumed to be secret service and more of those strange mages) but the guests that put him on edge.

There were little more than half a dozen mages in the entire world that could tell the White Council to go screw themselves. It took a combination of raw power, special talents, political clout and stones to pull it off. Raven was one of them. In this room were two others. Like Raven, they had many names and epithets to go with such notoriety.

One of them was the queen of an extremely prosperous African nation, Ororo Iqadi T'Challa. Aside from “Queen” her titles included “The Storm Goddess” for her natural affinity at manipulating weather formations. Her other titles generally followed along those same lines. Aside from having a nation backing her up, she remained in contact with the mysterious Westchester “Academy of Gifted Youngsters” which took in young mages, talents and demi-humans for education. Some of that education included paramilitary training. The Academy had not openly clashed with the White Council since the late 1980s, but tensions still remained in the reformatted institute.

Like Dresden, she was a young wizard, but only in wizard terms. She looked like she was 30, but from what he learned, she was just over 50. Wizard longevity at work, Harry mused.

Ororo had two private military forces at her disposal, making her magic strength only secondary to her clout. The other notorious witch also had a private military force at her disposal, but was possibly more frightening. Smaller than the statuesque Ororo by nearly half a foot as well as younger, Willow Rosenberg only escaped execution by the White Council by a hair’s breath. The Outer Gate her town was situated on managed to mask her violations of several laws of magic. She’d invaded minds, done mild enthrallment and worst of all, reached beyond the borders of life and resurrected a close friend.

What really got the council angry at her was that it worked without any side effects even several years after the fact.

Though such acts did not come without penalty, as dark magic like that is naturally corruptive. Her method of resurrection had one requirement: the victim had to be slain via magic or magical energies. When her lover was shot and killed, her rampage was, by reports, frightening. She slew the killer after a brief Jack Bauer impersonation by flaying him alive telekinetically .

Then she tried to burn all life from the planet. She was talked down and by the time the council got to her, they had bigger fish to worry about than a rogue wizard. When the issues were resolved, the town she lived in fell into a sink hole left by the destruction of the outer gate and further attempts on her life were ruled out as infeasible and too costly.

By then she had re-written a stagnant magic code that surrounded the planet, effectively giving her an entourage of superhuman magical warriors at her beck and call. The later was difficult to deal with; the former was just damn scary.

That they had effectively allied themselves with everyone from MI-13 and the Hellsing organization to the JSDF and the Vatican made them effectively untouchable politically.

When they were brought into the Unseelie Accords by Hellsing and the Vatican (two groups that did not like each other in the slightest) everyone took notice.

Though they were very easy on the eyes—he dreaded an accidental soulgaze with either of them.

But Harry was a Wizard, a master of subtly and misdirection. He didn’t let any of his fear show through. Some awe might have slipped out, largely because he was still meeting the President of the United States. That still counted for something.

“Murphy,” He whispered, “This is the big leagues. Be careful.”

“Obviously,” Murphy said.

“I mean, magically too,” Harry clarified.

Murphy clarified as well: “The Gargoyles and the big red demon guy kind of tipped me off to that, Harry.”

Harry blinked and sure enough, there were Gargoyles in the room; three of them. They stood with a small group composed of several humans, two blue elfin creatures and the Hellboy.

Harry scanned the room again to make sure Bigfoot wasn’t in their too.

A small, girlish voice interrupted Harry’s further scanning of the room, “Um, excuse me.”

Harry looked down at a 10 year old Japanese girl in a white dress with a marble-sized red jewel hanging from a thin gold necklace.

“Are you Warden Harry Dresden?” She asked, “The representative of the White Council?”

“I should hope so,” Harry answered, “The tux is rented in his name.”

She giggled lightly, almost musically, “I’m Nanoha Takamachi with the Time-Space Administration Bureau. It is nice to meet you.”

She bowed slightly and a tingling sensation hit Harry’s senses and put him on alert. The name did not do much for his confidence either. One of the laws of magic specifically forbade ‘swimming against the streams of time’. He’d never heard of such an organization before, but it answered where the magic guards came from.

“It’s really nice to meet so many different mages from earth, I thought there weren’t that many here,” She said.

The information that this girl was giving him was quite bizarre, so he hesitated for a second before saying, “Well, we try not to make a big fuss about it,” a thought struck Harry and he added, "Actually, we make a big fuss about not making a big fuss"

She nodded, “Anyway, after the event, Captain Lindy Harlaown would like to talk with you about cooperation between the TSAB and White Council.”

Harry mused that if he was going to deal with alien mages making first contact on earth, talking was definitely better—but he’d keep an eye on them and make sure they weren’t devouring hamsters behind everyone’s back. Harry’s mind tended to focus on why this little wisp of a girl was in this organization to begin with. The way she carried herself was not as if she was not what he expected. A girl her age at this sort of function would be someone's kid sister or a princess. She carried herself with a certainty and strength that reminded Harry or Murphy or even Kindcaid. She seemed so happy and upbeat, but it could be a facade to keep a child soldier from mentally breaking down.

“Sorry,” she bowed, “But there are a lot of people I need to speak to and set meetings up with before the talks begin.”

“It’s okay,” Harry murmured as the little girl excused herself.



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 Post subject: Re: Supernatural Taisen (Megacrossover) (Mission 9 Conclusion) PostPosted: 2010-02-26 09:51pm
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So is Jack's story over or are you just doing what Harry is doing as all this unfolds?

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 Post subject: Re: Supernatural Taisen (Megacrossover) (Mission 9 Conclusion) PostPosted: 2010-02-28 11:36am
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Taking a side-trip though Harry/Nanoha/Hellboy/Goliath/Storm/etc...



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 Post subject: Re: Supernatural Taisen (Megacrossover) (Mission 9 Conclusion) PostPosted: 2010-02-28 01:39pm
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Not quite.

The routs are merging. From here on out the stories will be roughly the same no matter what the "Player" chose.

Jack will be returning in full force in later parts of this installment, heralded by one of the most awkward lines in history:

[Reveal] Spoiler: "Next Installment Teaser"
The next words to hit Harry’s ears immediately grabbed his attention: “You licked me!” It was a girl’s voice that reminded Harry of his apprentice Molly Carpenter. It carried the same annoyed know-it-all attitude commonly found in teenagers.



ISARMA: Daikaiju Coordinator: Just Add Radiation
Justice League- Molly Hayes: Respect Hats or Freakin' Else!
Browncoat
Supernatural Taisen - "[This Story] is essentially "Wouldn't it be awesome if this happened?" Followed by explosions."

Reviewing movies is a lot like Paleontology: The Evidence is there...but no one seems to agree upon it.

"God! Are you so bored that you enjoy seeing us humans suffer?! Why can't you let this poor man live happily with his son! What kind of God are you, crushing us like ants?!" - Kyoami, Ran

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Liked the spoiler.

Also how many missions will there be? I've played a few SRW games and there are quite a lot!

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Liked the spoiler.

Also how many missions will there be? I've played a few SRW games and there are quite a lot!


I'm aiming around 30 or so.

It all depends on the Mahora Boudukai goes--there are so many epic battles to do!

Nanoha vs. Negi

Buffy vs. Evangeline

just to namecheck two which my brain DEMANDS occur.



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Justice League- Molly Hayes: Respect Hats or Freakin' Else!
Browncoat
Supernatural Taisen - "[This Story] is essentially "Wouldn't it be awesome if this happened?" Followed by explosions."

Reviewing movies is a lot like Paleontology: The Evidence is there...but no one seems to agree upon it.

"God! Are you so bored that you enjoy seeing us humans suffer?! Why can't you let this poor man live happily with his son! What kind of God are you, crushing us like ants?!" - Kyoami, Ran

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Wait a second...

*checks earlier in the thread*

That was MY brain that demanded the first one. Yours just agreed. :mrgreen:



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Can we have Harry Dresden in the tournament please? (Don't really read Negima, but from what I understand of the combat styles seen threin I think Harry would raise a few eyebrows with his rather pragmatic fighting style) Also, I demand that one of his attacks involves Mouse, the Blue Beetle, Mister or a combination of the three.



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 Post subject: Re: Supernatural Taisen (Megacrossover) (Mission 9 Conclusion) PostPosted: 2010-03-01 08:02pm
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Given the fact that the Turn X has been activated do you intend for other Mobile suits to appear(other then Turn A as Turn A is bound to appear). Maybe have them be War Machines of the Dark History.

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