The Facility is a large, hollow, protosteel sphere located in a pocket dimension. The walls of it are many meters thick and it is separated into three floors. The first floor is a storage room and is currently empty. The second floor possesses many locked rooms, but has a lab that is accessible to all who visit. There is also a control room littered with computer monitors. A holomap is at the center of this room, but for some reason it doesn’t display the MU. In one of the secured rooms is an Olmak strapped into a machine. This machine reads Olmak portal energy and regulates and limits its presence in the Facility, only allowing portals to be opened inside the Facility based on whether the entity opening the portal has been approved by the Facility AI. There’s also an AI that accepts voice commands and regulates the Facility temperature. The third floor is just a large server farm. Nothing special. The lone inhabitant is Prophet.
A portal opens horizontally and spits out Corvus, he lands, a slight bounce in his step as he walks from the hallway into the control room. Prophet sits in a large chair, browsing through video and data files on the central computer, “You seem really peppy.” He says. “Well, it seems Oracle has thought it good to send a lot of help. Although an insubordinate Vortixx is a bit of an issue...” “You say that like they aren’t all insubordinate power hungry fools.” “Not like this one. She’s got herself a gaggle of mercenaries helping her.” “Well, Don’t expect me to help you. I’ve got the issue of a rogue robot army to deal with.”
A blue flash fills the control room and the members of the Merry Men appear, having been teleported from Xia. Vortaxx raises a brow at the unexpected sight of the “humble eye”. Prophet has a differen reaction, pulling a WEPR seemingly out of nowhere and pointing it at the entity. “What is that thing doing here?!”
A blue flash fills the control room and the members of the Merry Men appear, having been teleported from Xia. Vortaxx raises a brow at the unexpected sight of the “humble eye”. Prophet has a differen reaction, pulling a WEPR seemingly out of nowhere and pointing it at the entity. “What is that thing doing here?!”
A blue flash fills the control room and the members of the Merry Men appear, having been teleported from Xia. Vortaxx raises a brow at the unexpected sight of the “humble eye”. Prophet has a differen reaction, pulling a WEPR seemingly out of nowhere and pointing it at the entity. “What is that thing doing here?!”
Lokkinci hefts her Trynahammer. "Should I kill it and steal it's powers?"
A blue flash fills the control room and the members of the Merry Men appear, having been teleported from Xia. Vortaxx raises a brow at the unexpected sight of the “humble eye”. Prophet has a differen reaction, pulling a WEPR seemingly out of nowhere and pointing it at the entity. “What is that thing doing here?!”
Lokkinci hefts her Trynahammer. "Should I kill it and steal it's powers?"
The Eye looks between Prophet and Lokkinci.
"Lower your weapons, for I am no threat. If you wish, that can change at any given instant."
"Lower your weapons, for I am no threat. If you wish, that can change at any given instant."
Lokkinci reluctantly shoulders her hammer and looks at floatymask for confirmation.
Oracle does a gesture reminiscent of a head nodding confirmation. Prophet keeps his weapon trained on the entity, “I’ve seen a lot of things in my lifetime. I know that these things can’t be up to any good.”
Lokkinci reluctantly shoulders her hammer and looks at floatymask for confirmation.
Oracle does a gesture reminiscent of a head nodding confirmation. Prophet keeps his weapon trained on the entity, “I’ve seen a lot of things in my lifetime. I know that these things can’t be up to any good.”
"Right, wrong... good, evil... it is all relative. When our agendas align, do petty morals carry any weight?"
Oracle does a gesture reminiscent of a head nodding confirmation. Prophet keeps his weapon trained on the entity, “I’ve seen a lot of things in my lifetime. I know that these things can’t be up to any good.”
"Right, wrong... good, evil... it is all relative. When our agendas align, do petty morals carry any weight?"
"Right, wrong... good, evil... it is all relative. When our agendas align, do petty morals carry any weight?"
“And what’s your agenda?” Prophet hisses.
"Primarily, I am here to relay information back to my master. He sees exactly what I see. Hears what I hear. Secondarily, I am here to kill a certain collection of individuals when the time is right."
"Primarily, I am here to relay information back to my master. He sees exactly what I see. Hears what I hear. Secondarily, I am here to kill a certain collection of individuals when the time is right."
The Oracle responds before Prophet can, “Which is why I appreciate you being here. I’ve assembled various warriors from this dimension and others for the purpose of stopping an imminent threat.”
"Primarily, I am here to relay information back to my master. He sees exactly what I see. Hears what I hear. Secondarily, I am here to kill a certain collection of individuals when the time is right."
The Oracle responds before Prophet can, “Which is why I appreciate you being here. I’ve assembled various warriors from this dimension and others for the purpose of stopping an imminent threat.”
Left Orcorix yawns, and right Orcorix make's lefts gravity reverse, slamming his jaw shut. Center Orcroix rolls his eyes and is about to say, "just point," but changes his mind because of Oracle's lack of limbs. Instead he says, "Just tell us who, and we can guarantee they will die."
The Oracle responds before Prophet can, “Which is why I appreciate you being here. I’ve assembled various warriors from this dimension and others for the purpose of stopping an imminent threat.”
Left Orcorix yawns, and right Orcorix make's lefts gravity reverse, slamming his jaw shut. Center Orcroix rolls his eyes and is about to say, "just point," but changes his mind because of Oracle's lack of limbs. Instead he says, "Just tell us who, and we can guarantee they will die."
"Unfortunately, I will not be helping you so directly. There are an infinite number of ways our goals can be accomplished, many of which reward with an immediate resolution, but I have my function to serve. Instead, I know of one who will be... fine... to assist you."
Left Orcorix yawns, and right Orcorix make's lefts gravity reverse, slamming his jaw shut. Center Orcroix rolls his eyes and is about to say, "just point," but changes his mind because of Oracle's lack of limbs. Instead he says, "Just tell us who, and we can guarantee they will die."
"Unfortunately, I will not be helping you so directly. There are an infinite number of ways our goals can be accomplished, many of which reward with an immediate resolution, but I have my function to serve. Instead, I know of one who will be... fine... to assist you."
