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 Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 2:52 pm
The man known to some as Dr. Viktor Klauskovitch, but to so many more as Panzerschreck, was currently punching his way through a vault that contained several thousand terabytes of data stored about hundreds upon thousands of technological advancements; everything from military secrets about a nuclear shield to the Department of Transportation's schematics for the flying machines of tomorrow. Not too much of that bothered him; what he had come for would fit quite nicely on the 16 GB flash drive he had in his pocket. Experimental Propulsion Gel (that's right, some serious Aperture Science s**t going on here...), a substance that multiplied an object's kinetic energy exponentially depending on the force it was contacted with. With it, he would have everything he needed to begin working on his newest pet project; the Singularity Core, basically a contained hydrogen fusion sequence that would (if done right) have enough power to open temporal rifts at will, allowing him to travel time and space in the blink of an eye. And once he'd perfected the Singularity Core and the Singularity Sequence, the coordinates and times of all places he needed to visit to make every needed change to put him in control of the entire world, without creating a paradox, he'd put his master plan into action. World takeover, without the world ever knowing it was taken over. The perfect crime, with the perfect outcome; he'd singlehandedly save humanity from itself, by ruling over it all and guiding it in the right direction. And it all hinged on him getting this data; which, unfortunately for the world, was only protected behind this puny little vault door.
Which Panzerschreck had just kicked down. Plugging in his flash drive, he began the 14 GB download; he'd have about 2 GB left, just enough for some funny Lolcats pictures or a few Dubstep songs. Smirking to himself as his fingers flew across the keyboard, he glanced over his shoulder; it was after hours in the laboratory, so nobody should have been there... But that didn't mean a late-nighter or a janitor wouldn't have heard the noise and came to investigate. He'd rather it didn't come to killing, but no one could know he was here; if news got out about this, he'd be up to his neck in heroes during the most important part of the plan; the actual construction of the Singularity Core.
((Hope you don't mind that I added a little backstory to this. I figured it'd be fun stuff if he had a master plan driving this whole shenanigan scheme.)
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 3:20 pm
((LOLCATS? Seriously? Why not something on a company he likes or his favorite outfit brand? I'd like to see a narcissistic Panzy. /shot))
Dr. WickedOreo, otherwise known as Oreo, was in the middle of an important but extremely boring meeting concerning the surrounding enemies. Ezekiel brought copies of the files of several companies and supers.
"In these folders contain the latest information about our vicinity. So far, Monty and A.R.M.O.R. hasn't been doing anything hasty lately. Theron, Ameter, you are you check this out tomorrow and report back to me as soon as possible."
"Yes sir," they both said with monotone. Apparently it was a paranoia state Ezekiel stumbled across again.
As they continued their droning conversation, Oreo began drifting off to sleep, eyes becoming heavy. As soon as her eyes shut completely, she was jolted awake by Ezekiel's booming voice. "OREO! Do I need to relieve you of your position?"
"Err, no you don't sir. I had a long day, and-"
"Never you mind that, I want you to scan the outside area of the city," Ezekiel said.
"Fine," Oreo sighed.
Another five minutes and the meeting was done. When Theron got up, he leaned to Oreo's ear and whispered, "Hey, if I were you, if you bump into me while doing your surveillance, run away before I see you."
Quickly admonishing Theron's behavior, Oreo jumped on her hover board and exited the meeting room window.
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Dr WickedOreo Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 3:33 pm
"Dr. Viktor Klauskovitch," said a familiar voice, and Lucas Ellison, aka Paragon, leader of the Guardsmen and owner of more superhero comic books than he knew what to do with, grinned.
"Trying to break into national security-level stuff, eh? Too bad your hacking skills don't match my mom's-- she already viewed most of that data..."
"35 minutes ago," came Sandra's voice through Lucas' earpiece.
"Nice Watchmen reference, Mom," Lucas complimented.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:13 pm
Dr. K laughed as he turned around, cracking his knuckles. "Foolish child. Chou haffn't even a clue vhat it is chou are standing in the vay of; vith this data, I vill haff everything I need to bring about a new age! No longer vill imperfect human depravity soil the Earth, no longer vill 'all men are born eqvual' be a mere dream! Vhy cannot you see vhat I am aiming for- ve haff such similar goals!? It is a shame, truly, that chou see chour time more fit spent stopping me than ridding the vorld of the scum aiming to simply destroy." He shook his head, pocketing the flash drive. "But it is of no consequence; I waste my breath on the ears of the deaf and naive. Chou cannot fathom vhat I haff planned; perhaps the day vill come vhen chou realize ve aim for the same thing. A perfect world, a Utopian society. Isn't that vhat chou vant? Vorld peace, all that as-of-yet unachievable bull?" He chuckled, glancing at his arms as his armor began leaking over his skin. "How ironic that chou, who so naively parade towards 'justice and all that is good,' is the only thing standing betveen me and the goal ve supposedly share."
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:19 pm
"Dude. Let me tell you something," Lucas replied, frowning and folding his arms. "You're friggin' nuts, man. World peace, sure. But what separates you and me is what we mean by that. You? You more than likely want to rule the 'new age' yourself and make people do what you think is best. Well, did you ever consider that maybe what you think is best may be wrong? You have no right to impose your own views on people like that, man-- you think a dictatorship will make people happy? As if."
Then he took a defensive stance. "You really think that you're so right, and I'm so wrong, and so naive and narrow-minded? I know the world ain't black and white, but I sure as hell ain't gonna start telling people how to run their lives just because I seek to protect them from people that would do them harm just to achieve a goal... i.e., you."
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:22 pm
Oreo began to scout the area, when she noticed a laboratory nearby, and it looked decrepit. Depositing her hover board in her lab coat's inside pocket, she investigated the building. Looking over it before, she assumed it was not in use, and shrugged it off. But it looked like it was used recently, so she decided to check it out.
((Sorry, writer's block. >.<))
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Dr WickedOreo Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 8:55 pm
"I am not worried about what will make people 'happy,'" Dr. K said, chuckling as he shook his head. "I am worried about what will make people perfect. I am worried about what will keep people alive. If I haff to kill a few to save billions of people- I am more than villing to make such a sacrifice." He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "Vhat do chou know of tough choices, I vonder? Vhat do chou know of sacrifice- true sacrifice? Chou are so qvick to condemn me vith labels of 'villain' unt 'insane,' but can chou truly point to the line betveen 'right' and 'wrong' unt point to me vhich is vhich? Chou are correct, the vorld is not in black unt vhite- but the shades of gray betveen them are all more the same than chou are realizing." He stepped forward, armoring up and smirking. "I do not expect chou to understand or agree, unt I certainly do not expect chou to let me pass. But I suppose I vill offer this anyvay- let me pass now, unt I vill allow chou and chour group to join me in my plan."
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:29 pm
Lucas needed all of three seconds to consider Panzerschreck's proposal. He was right, in a way-- Lucas didn't exactly have to make tough choices, but he had said to Klauskovitch once before that he firmly believed Dr. K was more than capable of performing his experiments through ethical means, not what he was doing now.
So, he said a single word, tensing up as he stood in the other's way: "No."
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