@_ophelia_, @dwronin, @dking_plex
Elias, we're under attack!
Mairi, what did I tell you last night?
Not to wake you up unless the HQ was transported into a different dimension.
And what did you do?
I woke you up, because my sensors indicate that the HQ is in a different dimension.
*sigh*
I slumped out of my rock hard bed. Rubbing sleep from my holographic eyes, I collected all the combat gear I had spread out over the floor last night. Suffice to say, last night was exhausting. I was too tired for my total recall to remind me of all the details, but I remembered that last night's patrol had involved much more acid than usual.
So... *yawn* Who're we fighting?
Elias, do you need a shot of adrenaline?
Y'know, that might be nice.
Suddenly, every part of my body felt like it was working at top speed. I felt my tired physique transform into the pinnacle of power. My foggy mind quickly became a paragon of clarity. I prepared myself to rush into battle. The hologram concealing my helmet disappeared, leaving in its wake a darkened helm. I pulled up my hood and drew my sword. I was ready.
Hello Elias.
I turned towards the voice. The voice itself sounded like the most vicious noise one could imagine, akin to that of the snarling and gnashing of teeth that would protrude from an angry dog's muzzle. Before me stood an armored man who looked every bit as vicious as he sounded. Spikes dotted his armor and seemed to veer off in nearly every direction. He wore a long dark cloak that seemed to be covered in spectral shadow. His utility belt bulged as if chock full of every imaginable weapon. At his side sat a familiar looking particle pistol. If he hadn't smelled like fresh paint, I might have been intimidated.
Uh, hey... you. Look I'm kind of in a rush here.
Do you truly not recognize me?
Actually, I have genuinely no idea who you are.
Oh, but I know who you are, Elias Shepard.
That's fantastic, but, as I said, I kind of need to go...
The man seemed to ripple with anger. The area on his mask where his eyes would be situated seemed to burn red.
Do you, with your eidetic memory and vast intelligence, truly not understand who I am or why I'm here? How... disappointing
Oh no. I understand who you are perfectly Mr. paint world duplicate of me who believes he can kill me and become the one and only Elias Shepard. I just really needed to distract you for a few moments while I did a thorough scan of all your weaponry and equipment.
Ah. But as you spoke that hideously constructed run on sentence, I managed to complete a thorough scan of all your weaponry and equipment.
Touche.
In a flash he held a massive darkened sword in his hands and swung it with the intent of decapitating me. The first thing I realized was this knock-off was a lot stronger than me, as evidenced when my gracefully executed parry began to ricochet back towards my head.
You may know who I am, but do you know what I am?
As I managed to not impale myself in the face, my doppelganger threw an unmarked pure white pellet at me. My time perception kicked in allowing me to easily calculate where it was going to be and dodge under it. However, as the capsule smashed into the wall behind me, it released a small swarm of nano-bots that attached to me and began to eat through my armor. As the faux me laughed maniacally, an electric coat shimmered on my armor which shorted out every last nano-bot. Then I vanished.
If this is going to be an evil monologue about how you are better than me at everything, save it.
This seemed to warrant another maniacal laugh from my paint clone, as he rocketed forwards faster than I could perceive him and punched my invisible form in the gullet.
I am better than you in every way. I am you with all those gadgets you envisioned way back when. I built the lethal infra-sound gauntlets, the life-destroying retina removers, and I coated my suit in a deadly contact poison. I'm what you could have been if you still cared about efficiency.
An unexpected pillar of pure plasma erupted from my foe's sword and slammed into my chest. I flew down the hallway.
But now all you care about is friendship and teamwork. You've lost your edge. And for what? A damned seven year old in your head? You're an idiot!
My double shot towards my position and attempted to crush my head with a pommel strike. Utilizing the grappling hook in my gauntlet, I maneuvered through his legs and landed feet first directly behind him. I swung my sword down towards his neck.
I am you without morals! I am you without compassion! I am you without limits!
The before-mentioned infra-sound gauntlet caused my head to split into extreme pain. As I was distracted, my copy easily dodged my sloppy sword swing. For a split second, I saw his bravado crack. He seemed genuinely surprised the infra-sound blast hadn't exploded my head. It didn't last long, and soon he resumed his monologue as if nothing had occurred.
In the end, I am stronger, faster, smarter.
He easily disarmed me with a swift circular swing from his sword. My blade made no noise as it impacted upon the hallway floor. The duplicate took no notice, as it prepared to finish me.
So this ends the only way it could.
My look-alike smashed me to the ground with a savage backhand, and, drawing up his sword, thrust his mighty weapon through my chest. Directly through my chest.
And by my chest, I mean my hologram's chest.
As the hologram dispersed, I materialized further down the hall. The replica of me seemed surprised.
But you... What! How?
Well, when you leapt at my heat signature when I was invisible, you seemed to forget that this cloak masks heat signatures. Holograms on the other hand... they give off quite a lot of heat.
The cheap imitation snorted.
Fair enough. I would have done the same thing in your position.
His hand shot towards his particle pistol. He was obviously no longer holding back. Of course, neither was I.
Have you ever heard of Jackson Pollock?
The counterfeit me seemed slightly confused by this comment until he noticed the explosive pellets that were slowly appearing all over his body. As the holograms that I had used to conceal the pellets slowly vanished, mirror me seemed to realize the severity of his situation.
BOOM
As the force of the explosion forced my ersatz counterpart through the wall by which he stood and splattered him all over the danger room floor, I walked through the new entrance to the danger room and saw some of my teammates fighting for their lives.
Morning guys.
Then my paint clone partially reformed and punched me really hard in the face.
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