Galactus's World-Ship
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The enormous vessel has entered Earth's solar system - seemingly oblivious to all broadcast entreaties, it inexorably closes the distance to Earth. So insignificant to the ship's master are the beings of Earth that only the most perfunctory of the ship's defenses have been activated.
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Date: 2008-03-14 04:33 pm (UTC)Still, his studies of this craft should prove sufficient as he pilots their transport toward the Taa, mystical energies cocooning them for protection.
"The arrogance of Galactus not to consider us a threat will be his downfall."
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Date: 2008-03-15 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-15 02:51 am (UTC)"Holy shock. Holy shock."
This thing is titanic. The newness of outer space is left behind at the sight of this monstrosity.
"Holy shock."
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Date: 2008-03-16 08:42 pm (UTC)"Yeah, that's about as good of words for it as any."
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Date: 2008-03-17 07:04 am (UTC)Doom's craft begins to settle in, with a blueish glow coming from his optics, referencing the schematics of this massive ship to find the proper location for sliding in to board.
"Steel yourselves."
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Date: 2008-03-17 07:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-17 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-17 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-17 05:00 pm (UTC)He's seen it a few times. It never gets less impressive.
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Date: 2008-03-17 07:37 pm (UTC)"That's..." Ash falls from her mouth as the remains of the cigarette disintegrate. "A lot of pink."
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Date: 2008-03-18 05:33 am (UTC)Only a slight hesitation in Doom's hand before he pushes the navigator forward, slipping into a crease between machines, enveloping them in the massive craft.
No sign of Galactus himself. All sensors are on alert for those defenses that these fools are here to deflect.
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Date: 2008-03-18 09:16 pm (UTC)For the first time in a while, Doom is the least of her concerns.
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Date: 2008-03-19 12:42 am (UTC)She hangs back, not stupid enough to be the first out that door. There could be vacuum on the other side. In preperation, her skin thickens, the pores closing completely. A second set of transparent eyelids grow beneath her blue ones. Small membranes close ready to thicken and seal off her nose and earlobes. Contrary to popular belief, she knows how to seal her own mouth closed.
Damnit. Now that she's sealed off, she craves another cigarette.
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Date: 2008-03-20 05:04 pm (UTC)Forcefields appear to encompass the invaders, trapping them in with the newly-arrived thirty-foot metallic watchmen.
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Date: 2008-03-20 07:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-20 11:07 pm (UTC)"I'm not sure whether the appropriate quip is asking how you can think of sex at times like this, or to ask whether you'd be scared or if you meant you'd be looking forward to it more."
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Date: 2008-03-21 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-22 06:31 am (UTC)"People who live this stuff daily! How do you beat these things?!"
The damn breathing apparatus is going to hamper his effectiveness a bit... as is the lack of air for his pseudo-cape to catch for gliding... as is the lack of meaningful gravity - god, don't throw up in the mask.
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Date: 2008-03-22 06:37 am (UTC)Testing the mettle of these dimensional exiles. Will they last more than a heartbeat while he prepares to weave a spell to escape this force-field trap?
Doom expects not.
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Date: 2008-03-22 03:21 pm (UTC)"You beat them by hitting them hard, or making them hit each other! That's Superhero 101!"
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Date: 2008-03-22 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-24 12:30 am (UTC)Of course, as she flies, she launches the hammer towards the first target. "Get ready to take cover as soon as the field is down, we need to keep them from targeting the ship!"
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Date: 2008-03-25 02:14 am (UTC)Almost as if he were coming to terms with something. Maybe he was just really accepting that the Exiles were right, and Reed was, for the first time in forever, wrong...
...either way. Finishing the preperations, the old soldier leaps out of the ship, twisting to fire a quick blast from his rifle at one of the robot soldiers before landing with a smack onto the ground. "We gotta direction we should be goin'in?"
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Date: 2008-03-25 04:48 am (UTC)Still... world at stake and all.
Two weblines snake up behind one of the robots as he flings himself onto its head. Hoping to get close enough to spot a weakness... or some kind of technological glitch to exploit. Design flaw, something...
In the meantime, he fires two big web globs onto the thing's optics, hoping at least to blind it.
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Date: 2008-03-25 04:52 am (UTC)A handgun won't do much against these things, but she knows her way around a motherboard. At the very least, she can pull wires and grind gears.