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Melanie Storm

"There's only one thing in life I don't suck at, and that's flying."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by The Hayknll Theory

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Melanie Storm, her last name is as good a description as any. A storm in the sky, but upon the ground, she's just a fog.

Mel's life has been interesting, to say the least. A member of the Dalian race, humanoids bred by slave traders for combat, Melanie Storm was born free upon a pirate ship, The Huntress. Raised by the captain and crew, Mel spent her life doing what her race was bred to do, fight, sleep, and fight some more. A bonus to her position was that she had more fun as a pirate than any Dalian had as a soldier. But while fighting and stealing was her job, her passion was flying. The Huntress was a Ragnarok, a fenrir class battleship built by an ancient race that locked it's secrets away with their passing, and only three of the ships still exist. It takes a special kind of pilot to fly a Ragnarok, they're designed with a integration system that functions much as a mental control unit, but instead of flying by thought, the pilot has to control the ship by heart and instinct. While many pilots can boast of instinctual skills, the Ragnarok is entirely different. The ship isn't designed to fly like a machine, but rather like a living, breathing creature. In order to fly it, the pilot has to be as if she is the ship, something that Melanie excelled at. Nothing made her happier than flying that ship.

But one day, her passion became her curse. The captain, a greedy man with little to no heart left for the world, plotted to sell his crew, the ship, and Melanie to the very traders who bred her race. An ambush planned by the captain almost succeeded, but Melanie was awoken by the ship. She attempted to fight the traders and escape, and only partially succeeded, during the assault her family, the crew, was slain, the captain sucked out the airlock, and The Huntress badly damaged.

She crash landed on a backwater dirtball called Earth, and was taken in by it's people. The ship, being of advanced technology beyond the understanding of any known life, quickly repaired itself, even as the traders descended to take the entire population of Earth as live stock. In the week before the traders arrived, Melanie made many friends upon that place, and as the slavers came to take them, Melanie took flight once more and sought to end the threat to her friends.

It is still unclear what exactly transpired, but the people of earth bore witness to a historic event. The beings who created the Ragnarok ships created them so as to become living creatures upon acquiring a "heart". It turns out that the "heart" The Huntress required was in fact Melanie, who was symbiotically fused to the ship. At that moment, Melanie Storm as she was, And the Huntress as it had been, ceased to be. They were replaced by a single entity, and as a result the true power of the ship was revealed. What had once been a simple space borne vessel had become a warrior, the ship transformed into a humanoid shape, and wielded weapons of energy and crystal.


Melanie destroyed the slavers and ran away from earth, seeking a place where a creature such as her could find understanding of what she was, and perhaps even find a purpose for her power.

So begins...

Melanie Storm's Story

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"I'm Melanie, and I'm not suprised in the slightest. This ship was designed by an ancient race of creatures who's empire covered the known universe, and most of the unknown as well. Theres a database of planets and star systems here" taps her head "with information that would blow most any ones mind. And in fact, Yautja Prime used to be one of the primary holdings of a lord of that race." She chuckled as the information came to her. "It was his 'breeding grounds' up till ascension."

Sighs and looks at the galley, which lights up as several automated systems begin preparing a base military meal. With a cook, the kitchen would be able to provide many many different options for dining, but in this setting it could only provide bare essential nutrition for a multitude of races.

"This ship was made to defend a device in the Madia tengo galaxy, about four thousand eight hundred ninety seven parseks from here. That device gathered up all forms of energy within seven light years and converted the entire race that built it into energy beings, who then left this universe behind. This ship, and ten others like it, along with a collection of 'spire' and 'tower' stations were left behind, derelict and without use, until this one was found on my home colony of Magdra seven. I was a pilot in an army back then, the best, so they decided to use me for to pilot this ship. Only instead of piloting, the ship used me as a sort of battery, dissolving my body and... well, suffice it to say that I've spent a very long time alone for no reason other than because somone was curious."

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Melanie Storm didn't seem perturbed by Zanetta's appearance, but got up and started walking in circles. Every so often she would split and there would be two of her, each walking it's own direction. This continued so that there were dozens of splits, sometimes the splits would rejoin to another and split again later.

Her mind was elsewhere as the ship prepared to enter a new area of space.

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Another split about five meters behind Zanetta would respond. "Haven't really decided yet, I'm looking for an area with some decent activity. This ship's top speed is about four hundred parseks per hour, which is around ten thousand light years per second. Course moving at that speed with planets and stars and other things nearby can get a little... dangerous. This dimension is, for the most part, just empty space, so I get a little leeway in movement."

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This time two splits answered in turn. "I can but-"
"-it's easier to get to the location-"
"-in this empty dimension first so-"
"-thats what I'm doing"

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And another split said. "I'm bored, so right now I'm just running about, looking for something to do." She would turn to Zanetta "Hey you wanna visit your homeworld? Could drop you off as I pass by."

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Suddenly, the entirity of the ship would vibrate. Indeed it felt like the fabric of reality itself was vibrating. Zanetta would feel an intense pain in her skull, and it would seem as though she was seeing quadriple of everything.

"Oh crap, hold on." She walked over to Zanetta and forced her down to the ground, where several of her splits came and held her down as well. "This is unpleasant but not fatal, just hold on while it passes."

A moment later and it would all stop. The Huntress was no longer where it was, but rather where it had been. A temporal mergence as what had been is now what is.

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The Huntress had hold of the station and was on it's way to a black hole when it suddenly stopped. The Inertia of the station dragged it forward a bit more, but the ship pulled back on it and forced it to a stable orbit.

What had been happening and what had already happened merged into what was happening now, as Zettana would now be found in the bridge of the ship. The bridge had three chairs set before three consoles. One console was for Communications and radar, one was for navigation. The last console seemed to be a database, nothing more.

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"Peh, I wouldn't exist without flying. This ship simply proves that point." Melanie leaned over Zanetta's shoulder to take a look. "Oh I remember this, I was gonna toss that station into a black hole to intimidate the population on it to evacuate, then pick up the evacuees as crew members." She scratched her head and grimaced "Misjudged them, they didn't use the Escape pods, and the only one who made it out.... Oh hey" She vanished again as the ship pulled the station to keep it from drifting to the singularity.

"Bothersome."

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A large, feral, beastlike sound emanated from the dragon's maw as The Huntress pulled on the station again. Although it was probably more from Zanetta's insult than anything else. "Oh shut up. Also, one person isn't a crew, and seeing as I'm really just a ship, I can't go anywhere and recruit anyone that well. So if you wanna be the first crewmember then your gonna have to do the recruiting, you get that?" Melanie's voice came from the very air of the ship.

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The Huntress released the station with one hand and used it to reach up and grab the Fighter, preventing it from getting away. She lifted the ship to one eye and peered inside.

On the bridge, the database console flashed, and a hologram image appeared above, showing the view from that eye, as it started at Godrage.

"Oh I remember now, I blew up that guy's ship and brought him to this station for fun." Melanie said as she looked at his face. She inspected the suit then burst out laughing "Oh wow, its that one! haha, oh he's really going to have a headache when I tell him about her."

The ship opened it's dragon maw and roared at the fighter, the grip squeezing a bit, breaking the wings and killing the engine. The Huntress then released the little fighter and retook it's grip on the station, leaving the little craft to drift.

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"You might as well, he's just gonna be drifting for a bit." She pointed to the elevator at the back. "Take it down to the cargo bay and turn to your right, you'll see a number of pyramid-like shapes along the wall, those are the support fighters. They can be drone or pilot operated so they're good for a lot of stuff. I'mma figure out what to do with this station."

As she said this, The Huntress began to tilt the station every which way as she studied it.

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It was at that precise moment that the ship tore lose of the other and floated back a bit, before opening and shifting into a large red hawklike form. The drone screeched at the ship and latched on with it's metal talons and started to drag the wrecked fighter away.

The Huntress was busy dismantaling the space station, using it's arms to rip and tear parts of it, the dragon head and a part of the body had changed as well, and now appeared as the dragon it resembled.

With the support ship removed from docking, the vacuum of space would begin to suck everything out of the hull.

The setting changes from space to Wing City Spaceport

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A large red warship, fully equipped for war, appears in the sky above the spaceport, eliciting shock and suprise and panic in the citizens and personal below. It sets down in an open docking space and is still and silent, derelict even.

It just sits there, as though waiting for something....

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The Huntress had been sitting in the port for most of the day and the night now, and showed no signs of moving. Several attempts by port officials to board the ship had failed, they could not find a way to get the access ports open, and every attempt to breach the hull resulted in the activation of a defensive turret firing twenty two kilovolt stun rounds, enough to drop a rhino in mid charge.

Why it was there or what it was for is a mystery, it just continued to wait.

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#, as written by Gasmask
Felix came though the entrance, sliding though one of the scanners and pulling something out of the bag on his back and tapping one of the officials on the shoulder, giving him a package and stopping just in front of the large crimson warship.

"Yo man, what's that business all about?" Felix gestured towards the ship.
"That? Just appeared sometime yesterday, been trying to get into there, defensive turrets." The official replied, opening his package, looking left to right and stuffing it away in his back pocket. "Feel free to check it out, Lex."

Felix gauged the ship with his thumb and forefinger, scoffing at it's size and stepped forward to knock on the front of the ship.

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The ship was as large as a fenrir class warship (about the size of a battleship for those not keen on freespace 2), had four thrusters in the back, two forward weapon banks near the prow, and a dragon for a prowfigure. The eyes were green, and set above between the horns was a green gemlike structure. Set underneath the body was a great and obviously powerful cannon.
As Felix knocked on a part of the ship (Because the ship was very large) the eyes flashed green, and a section near his position hissed and opened, popping out as it became a turret aimed at him. It charged up and fired a 400 kilovolt blast at him.

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The stun cannon retracted into the ship, clearly only a defensive automation designed to prevent intrustion. Aside from that the ship didn't move, didn't show signs of life, or any activity for that matter. Anyone trying to scan for life would be unable to get a clear reading, but what little information they could gather would suggest there was nothing in that ship that lived.

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The eyes of the dragon flashed bright green in response to his comment, and a sound like a screeching hawk sounded from the ship. A moment later a strange sort of shockwave rippled through everything in the area, not doing any damage, but causing a headache to most living creatures in the area.

Apparently the ship heard you...

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The green eyes of the ship would flash, and those living creatures nearby would sense a certain fear. The kind of fear you get when a predator is sneaking up behind you with it's claws out for the kill.

A moment later and the feeling would pass, and a slot under the body of the ship would open. A moment later and a cargo lift would slip down and settle to the ground.

The setting changes from wing-city-spaceport to Wing City

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From silence, with no signature on detection radar or sonar. As if it wasn't even there, the great red warship, The Huntress, pulled from the shadows of nothing, it's green eyes gleaming, and it's jaw parted in what could only be assuaged as a grin of fiendish intent. Battle was to be joined, and the predator of a thousand stars was eager for it.

"the party started without me, awww...." Melanie storm muttered in the blackness of the ship. "well, I'm here now.. Time to have a good time."

And with that, the ship roared forward to the front lines, it's forward gauss guns bombarding ship after ship, with no distinction for faction. It would tear through shields and armor as though they were little more than tin foil. It's terrorsome visage would be the last thing many a crewman would see.

The dragon's head would open it's jaws and scream, the air would fill with the sound of a hawks hunting call, followed by a very hyper voiced Storm "IS THAT THE BEST YOU GOT!"

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#, as written by Nemo
-"So tell me, demon. Are you a man, monster, or dog?!"-

"All this and more, beast," Paragon turned, glowering at the Blood King, his dark cloak fluttering in the smoggy breeze, "and in the name of every blameless mortal killed by your hand long before their time... for every innocent soul unjustly claimed by your insatiable hunger... I will stop you."

With these words, Paragon reached into his cloak, unveiling a magnificent blade, every bit as bright as Vladimar's was dark. It glowed with the soft, celestial ambiance of the full moon, a bright and shining star amid the hellish epicenter of the Blood King's horror.

"The Night demands justice, Vladimar," he stepped forward, blade brandished, his words writhing into the vampire's ears like serpentine whispers, "so come to it. Come and face the Dark."

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Back on the ground, an NPA Sergeant overheard the mysterious stranger's words with Arya.

"Well what the hell are we supposed to do then?!" he growled, "STOP fighting it?!"

Still, there was no arguing that the ensuing conflict was only making Vladimar stronger. With every man killed, the chaotic blood wave pulsed higher, groaning against the psionic boundary of the Svalinn with wretched yearning. It was the Svalinn, the TNG-sanctioned energy shield constructed from the wills and minds of mortal Terran heroes, that kept the full power of the Blood King's "level zero" attack at bay, allowing the hordes of hell to be released only in small waves, rather than the tidal frenzy that it ought to be. If that shield failed, there would be very little hope left for the city.

Luckily, with the arrival of Invictus, Aschen and Varden support as well as the continued efforts of many brave and valiant heroes, the defensive line formed against Vladimar's horde was solidifying. Shaky still, but far better than it was. Despite this, the situation remained dire. Every drop of blood spilled only increased the power and energy of the invaders. If the defenders were to have any hope of winning the day, they needed to cut off Vladimar's "food supply".

"Admiral Whitcomb, Warden-Admiral Apis, do you copy? the Sergeant commed into the two ships high above the city, "I need IMMEDIATE evacs of all civilians in the area. If those floatin' hunks of metal have direct ship-surface beam transport abilities, that'd be fuckin' dandy." He tapped at a holo-screen on his arm. "I'm uploading the coordinates of the seven most populated buildings in the vicinity. Get them out, get them safe."

Meanwhile, another NPA Enforcer, hunkered behind a chunk of thrown-up concrete, was making a separate call to Fort Veritas. "Veram actual, do you copy? This is Strike Four, requesting immediate requisition of Tetris operatives and Sixth Legion to contact point. Air support is needed. Requesting a bombing run from V-88 prototypes along designated coordinates..."

The forces of order continued to make their stand against the tides of chaos, fighting them with their weapons, machines, fists, powers and honest human courage.

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#, as written by Marcus
Istzyr was perplexed at the angelic assassins offer only to chuckle and stop for a moment to consider what was all going on. The act of war was upon every mind in this entire city and yet here stood someone who also was here to help the fleeing and the damned. "Well I suppose that will work out just fine for now." Istzyr then smiled revealing his white fangs a bit while waving on those who were still running.

It was up upon the golden galleon that everything and just about anything could go wrong as Arden took a step forward only to suddenly fall to his knees as he felt the presence of his target breaching his mind like it was nothing but a stroll in the park and it was through sheer will power alone that Arden dismissed the conjured water elemental with only a moments notice. With every moment that seemed to pass pain began to flood the sorcerer's senses and the screams of his crew members did nothing for his moral other than send him into yet another fit of emotions. "You think you can decimate Arden Maximoff!" His voice seemed to echo throughout the city as he raised his cane high into the air allowing the energies he controlled to flow through him to sever the connection and in hopes stagger his opponent.

In the mean time as ships were getting hit on both sides the golden galleon began to turn tail for the crew that remained protected had only one thing on their mind and that was to survive and fight for another day.

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Zephaniel watched as The Drow gave a verbal response. He noticed the fangs but wouldn't pay anymore mind to it. Even though the enemy they face is a vampire, it doesn't mean all of them are the enemy. Especially since Istzyr is taking the time to save those he could. Zephaniel nodded, "Good." With that he quickly launched himself into the nearest building. He could already tell that the masses have stampeded their way out. Of course there is always some stragglers. Using what he could of his abilities he searched for anything live or evil within. As suspected some have yet to leave the building.

Zephaniel entered a stairwell and with quick speed ran up the stairs. As he entered the floors of interest he would find a variety of trouble. He found some victims trapped under rubble. Using his angelic strength, he saved those pinned. Some where rather stubborn and were afraid to leave. Zephaniel did his best to convince them that leaving was for their own good. During his mission he would also encounter some of the negativity that affects some of the residents. Usually stemming from some of the loose tendrils. Zephaniel would attack those he came into contact with, as the white light would burn and repel the invading tentacles. After which he healed and purified those still surviving. Thanks to his help he was able to secure more lives and lessen The Blood King's victims. Still much more work was needed to be done as more buildings appeared to be in rough shape. He would exit the building to repeat this process once more.

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The Huntress shot towards the nearest ship, the Aschen Reverence. As it barreled to it's target, it's forward weapon bank shifted from gauss autocannon to the Sentinel Missile. The missiles would fire off, heading for either side of the reverence, before detonating into a large black sphere, from which thirty foot galvanized Ionspears would be fired at the reverence. The EM field produced by the spheres gave the spears a puncturing capability against shields, and the speed at which they moved allowed them to pierce even the most heavily armored surface.

Melanie smiled, switching back to the autocannons and firing once more at the reverence, the woman didn't care that there was panic in the streets below, she did not care there was a demon seeking escape from it's prison. She didn't care about any of that, all she wanted was to fight, and fight she would, using The Huntress as her body she would destroy everything she could reach, until there was nothing but ash and smoke.

As she thought this, the Machwave destroyer cannon mounted below the ships body began to charge, a nimbus of blue energy gathering around it. The weapon would fire a three hundred ton Holotium slug with the force of a hundred nuclear reactions all focused down the barrel of the gun, it was a weapon with a single purpose: To finish anything with a single strike.

"I've spent three fucking eternities waiting for a decent bit of entertainment, so please, don't let this end too quickly!" She shouted, the madness apparent in her voice.

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As the Huntress sailed through the skies firing indiscriminately at it's surroundings, and especially up into the Aschen Ship. Melanie would likely find her missiles ineffective as they impacted a strange white distortion high in the skies.

Adjacent to the chaos, a strange ship seemingly made from light shimmered into existence. With a strange space-time distortion, the Huntress would find itself contained by a strange shimmering barrier of energy. Inside which her ship was suspended in a strange ether.

Adjacent to Melanie, a strange shimmering being appeared besides her. Zee had intervened on the attempted attack.

"This is not the place to test your skills. Please depart in peace."