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Shabot-Urn

Lord of Shadows and Divine being of the Cosmos.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Marcus

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Shabot-Urn

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GENERAL INFO
Name of your Deity or Cosmic being? : – I am Shabot-Urn, mortal, and you shall do well under me and my reign.
Does your Deity or Cosmic Being have a Gender to speak of?: - To those who can perceive me let it be known that I am the unknown. I speak with the voice of a strong and powerful man and yet my form can be intangible and almost void to all forms of thinking life within the Cosmos.
What Species/Race does your Deity claim?: –I, Shabot-Urn, am a Cosmic Being and true God among all that roam the realms of mortal men and similar things. From one Universe to the next I reign supreme!
How old are you?: – I am as old as I need to be mortal and know that your understanding of age is primitive in comparison to the understanding I hold.
Do you own any titles or are known by anything?: – Shabot-Urn the Conquerer, Shabot-Urn the Knowledgeable, Shabot-Urn the Indomitable, and finally Shabot-Urn the Shadow Lord.
What Allegiance/Alignment/Clan(s) do you belong to?: - I owe no one or thing any form of Allegiance nor do I fit any one Alignment. The Question on if I am part of some clan is almost insulting, but I forgive you.

APPEARANCE
Height and Weight?: - You perceive only what I wish for you to. It is not that hard to understand that as a divine cosmic being I only allow you to witness only a portion of my glory. For those who lay eyes upon me I am eight feet tall and as wide as an Ox. My weight can be that of a million worlds yet have no effect on my surroundings and yet I could be as light as a feather being carried aloft by a soft and gentle breeze. Truly this is what I impart onto you as knowledge.
If we could see your eyes or hair, if you have any, what color would they be?: - If I deem you worthy to remove my authoritative helm I was granted upon succession to my ranking then one would see nothing but the cosmic abyss of the dead and dying worlds of a long lost and forgotten system.
Description: –Shabot-Urn came into existence when every universe cam together to form the multiverse. He is the Dark Lord of Shadows and as such all that the darkness encompasses is his domain, even space, for if there is light within the multiverse darkness then exists. The origin and precise nature of the abstract being known as Shabot-Urn are unknown and unknowable as ‘he’ is the collective consciousness of every living being and thing within the multiverse, that is what gives him his strength and immortality. For those who do not know the full extent of the Shadow Lords power they meet it head on.
Lordly Abilities?
Cosmic Being Physiology: - User with this ability either is or can transform into an Cosmic Entity, a being who possesses powers so great they can affect entire worlds (or in some cases, entire universes.) If there is more than one such entity in a setting, there will usually be different levels of power between them, and often specific responsibilities as well, forming a kind of Fantasy Pantheon. Cosmic Beings tend to not care much about "lesser beings" (anybody who isn't 'cosmic') and any harm (or good) they cause is often unintentional. Due to the physiology of Shabot-Urn he has several abilities and powers that he can call forth that will be listed bellow.
-Cosmic Awareness: - Power to be aware of anything that affects the user on a universal scale. Superior version of Danger Intuition that characters like Spider Man have at their disposial. Users of this power are aware of anything that affects the user on a universal scale, including threats, anything that would affect them in any way or even somebody talking about them.
Its applications can and consist of-
-Locality Tracking which is the ability to find anyone/anything regardless of where or when they happen to be.
- Allows Shabot-Urn to detect potential illness ex. Cancer and threats within the multiverse and possible changes that can affect ‘him’ throughout the multiverse.
Cosmic Manipulation: - The power to manipulate all cosmic forces. Cosmic Manipulation allows Shabot-Urn to employ the available cosmic energies around them to produce nearly any effect they desire, including the molecular restructuring and transmutation of matter, the manipulation of—even entire galaxies—across space and time, the creation of force fields, the creation of inter-dimensional portals and vortexes, telekinesis, and cosmic awareness on a universal scale. Shabot-Urn can call upon the comets, meteors, asteroids, stars, planets, nebula, quasars, dark matter, the sun, and the moon. They can generate stellar winds, solar flares, cosmic storms and invoke meteor showers. The Shadow Lord doesn't usually actually summon a planet/celestial object or control and manipulate its movement (as that would result it being obliterated), but they can summon and control its energy.
Energy Manipulation: – The power to generate and manipulate different types of energy. This ability manipulates energy within kinetic atoms, protons, neutrons, or electrons and converts that energy into heat, light, or sound. Shabot-Urn can move, alter, or stop energy in themselves, objects, beings, or space. He can convert one type of energy into another, store it within their bodies, and release it upon command. The Shadow Lord can create objects from pure energy, or project it out in other forms. He is able to absorb ambient energy convert it into life-force and live solely off of that, especially in supremely hostile situations.
[iMaximum Quintessential Control]: [/i] – In short without going into great detail with this it is the ability to achieve massive levels of life energy by either absorbing through peaceful means or forcefully devouring bits and parts of the multiverse.
Reality Warping: – The ability to manipulate reality. Shabot-Urn can create, change, destroy, or even alter reality just by thinking about it; while weaker users are limited to what is already considered "real", The Shadow Lord can make changes from nothing. Depending on if Shabot-Urn wishes to change something as weak as physics to something inconceivable like logic it would only take an a second of his time and little to no effort.
Transcendent Physiology : – Power to use the abilities of Transcendent Being, simple right? With this ability Shabot-Urn is for all intents and purposes a Transcendent Being, or a being who is in a state that is free from the constraints of the material world, as in the case of a deity or other beings that can overcome the limitations of physical existence and also become independent of it. The Shadow Lord is physically and mentally beyond essentially all forms of harm or other ways to influence them (outside of other beings of similar status, superior beings or some specific concepts), and gain powers that are supernatural and magical to outside viewers. While he can enter into the material universe, becoming immanent, their true being is outside the existence and thus both independent and outside everything that happens to their manifested/avatar form. As Shabot-Urn is able to perceive the existence in completely different and transcendent way, he can achieve things that are beyond the understanding of lesser beings, for example, a children's toy built by them could be used as a dangerous, and unstoppable weapon by the lower races.
Darkness Manipulation: Before Shabot-Urn had ever achieved such greatness he was a master of several types of manipulation, primarily moving with the shadows and controlling them with force and will alone. Darkness Manipulation is simply the power to summon, create, control or manipulate darkness. The opposite of Light Manipulation. He can create, control, manipulate, materialize and summon darkness. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create a variety of constructs and weapons and, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows.
Cosmic Hunger: – Though it was mentioned above in Maximum Quintessential Control Cosmic Hunger does pose many of its own drawbacks if Shabot-Urn wishes to keep his god like powers. It is nothing more than a power of immense, cosmic hunger and the ways to satisfy it are a combination of infinite digestive system and cosmic manipulation. Shabot-Urn does not concern himself over whom or what he devours unless it is of grand importance.

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#, as written by Marcus
Low and behold as the day grew darker and the cosmos grew restless as celestial bodies traveled at nigh impossible speeds as the Lord of Shadows himself looked over the countless souls in his path of sight just to take a step forward and place a single gauntlet covered hand over the alter that stood before him just to vanish from his beloved vale. The boy,Finn, would find that it was not just a cold chill that ran down his spine as the Dark Lord materialized behind the vampire with no noise to speak of or scent to smell. The tall figure simply looked down at the two from his heavy dark helm only to reach out a bit to the shoulder of Reisel Dracul ever so quietly as if death was upon the poor soulless beast.

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#, as written by Marcus
Not a single word was spoken as the being simply pushed the vampire to the side only to continue to hold its dark gaze upon the cryomancer. Shadows enveloping the dark figure as he held fast before the boy only to offer the young man its dark clawed hand as if it had foreseen this day as every one of its actions seemed intentional and full of cause. "Do you know me?" It spoke in several tongues at once and an frightful feeling of dread and despair would fall over most if not all men, be they undead or otherwise, as the being took a step closer towards the cryomancer allowing the surf to touch his metal boot and turning the water dark and shadowy in his presence. "Here, take this, keep it close to you." The figure spoke as he had produced what appeared to be a rather strange looking sapphire ring that held a dark spot within the center of the gem.

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#, as written by Marcus
The dead had been done and the stars had changed yet again, a new charge added to the countless of lives within the multiverse. "A wise decision." The dark creature spoke once more only to suddenly shrink back from the abyss from whence it came and left the two to their fates. It was now that the Lord of Shadows made his first move and the control he held would not be challenged.

The setting changes from Solinus Sea Eastern Bay to Gambit's Bar

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The world would seem to grow darker as the Shadow Lord once again looked down from his throne of power from the Xarxes, his lordly might evident, and yet the cosmic being seemed to grow bored of this usual bits of power he displayed. His hunger grew unquestionably dangerous as he stared at Terra longingly only to turn his gaze away for a second and place a single shadowy hand upon what could be described as a floating orb, which produced a constant icy mist, and suddenly found himself as his avatar who was mixed among the shadows of the establishment. Shabot-Urn was lurking close by to all those who had produced their own shadows.

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Shabot-Urn decided to scratch that as the affairs of mortals and immortals alike sounded silly. So the cosmic being who could be considered a God poofed

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#, as written by Marcus
Antiquities and rare little gems filled the stalls that Steve was perusing and not a single thing seemed out of place except for a cosmic being who stood just outside of sight of the man. The entity seemed to blend into what shadows were present at the stalls but with little to no effort it suddenly appeared else ware as if it was already in that place. This Steve was something that was not listed on a cosmic list of rules and Shabot-Urn was curious.

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The shop keep simply began to scratch his beard and rang up the 'pot' at a easy twenty Terran credits. "Halt." Shabot-Urn spoke and the world around the two would be covered in shadows. The shopkeeper seemed to become dull and gray and the only color in this new found realm was what was brought in by Steve and what Shabot-Urn allowed.

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"The pot is yours this is true but my demand was not meant for you or the transaction only the time of this pocket we sit in." Shabot-Urn explained. The shadows of the pocket dimension that the two sat in began to wrap around the cosmic being who had brought them there and with little to no effort a simply ruby ring was produced that was so finely crafted that anyone would long for it. "I require many within the multiverse to hold my existence in tact. I wish for you to keep this ring hidden."

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"Yes one should be worried about those whose domains they sit in but I think you know better than that." Shabot-Urn spoke only to hand over the ring to Steve allowing one of several great burdens to fall from his shoulders to sit upon this mans. The ring was truly one of the Ultimate Nulifiers that were lost throughout the stars. Its size could be considered to be as large as a galaxy and as small as an atom but for now it would appear as such.

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"You are a rather interesting thing." Shabot-Urn spoke again only to then turn his attention elsewhere for a second as if something had caught his attention. Suddenly the shadows would retreat and the pocket dimension that was created would fade allowing time to continue as it was meant to. The cosmic being vanished and only the ring would remain from this encounter.

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#, as written by Marcus
Space is nothing more than an expansion of the dark world that the light of creation allowed. It was this very same darkness that sat between the stars and planets that held life and death and it was in this that Shabot-Urn thrived for. It was from his throne of shadow and crystal that the galactic being sat on just to then focus his thoughts allowing his minds eye to fall upon all that traveled through his inky domain. It was then that the dark lord found himself looking upon a rather interesting sight as a prison vessel made its way through space with a rather unique set of passengers, the kind that would make history their own if need be, and only a few moments to act before they were gone once again.

'Through me it shall be done!'

Shabot-Urn bellowed as he stood up from his throne and found himself over the ship like an ethereal cloak that lingered near the vessel like a invisible miasma that bode ill will to the living and the damned. It was only then that Shabot-Urn worked his will inside of the ship and appeared before only those who had the skill to see spirits and the like. It was then that the Lord of Shadows moved through the halls of the ship like a wisp just to then stop before a single cell that housed an inmate who was laying down.

'Do you truly have what it takes to be terrible?'

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As the ship continued to plot its course, something else awakened. As the "Lord of Shadows" as he was called made his way through the ship, the shadows began to quiver, but not because he was there. There was something...else in the shadows. There was also Someone else within the the shadows.

<< Storm-Shadow, you realize that if we're caught- >>

"Relax, Paia. With my mastery over the shadow realm, I'm sure we'll be fine."

"You have thought wrong, James." an ominous voice said inside his head. "There are two here with even more power than my form currently possesses. As of now, one is Lord of Shadows, and the other...I don't know."

"Ah, fuck. It's Draco." the super soldier said before listening to what the Dragon of Death had to say. "Oh. Well this just makes it interesting."

"Indeed it does, James. Indeed it does." the Dragon said before vanishing into the realm of shadow.

<< Storm-Shadow, your mental stability and DNA went crazy as if the patch had never been installed into the suit. Is there something wrong? >> the AI asked.

"No, Paia, nothing's wrong." the soldier responded. "Not yet...anyway."

All around the ship, the shadows quivered around as something or someone moved through them. Every now and then a shadow would literally fall off of the wall or ceiling, and land on something or someone in the form of a black goop that resonated with dark energy.

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Captain Nathans slouched laxly in his tall embroidered captain’s chair. A tall glass of pinot noir rested in his right hand, braced by his index and middle fingers. He sipped the drink and cleared his throat. The prison transport and its convoy had made the jump into hyperspace. Stars, asteroids, and all manner of heavenly bodies fell passed the ships as the fabric of space warped around them. Hundreds of prisoners lay snug in their cells. Murderers, rapists, thieves, and all manner of scum were packed into the ship like sardines. But then there was that one prisoner…

Subject 72.

He was a bit of a legend in certain circles. Subject 72 had escaped from a dozen psychiatric hospitals, paranormal research facilities, and maximum security prisons. The alien was wanted for nearly as many different felonies – each warranting the death sentence. Murder, genocide, terrorism, piracy, torture… However, no one has ever been able to hold him in a cell for long. That is, until now.

“That xeno wasn’t so tough…” Nathans grunted. “Don’t know what all the fuss was about. What’s he going to do, jump out into the vacuum of space? Nah… He’s not going anywhere.”

On cue, the entire ship shook as a violent torrent of electrical discharges shot across the hull. Chairs, tables, and other unfastened objects tumbled across the ground. Captain Nathans flew over his armchair – wine glass shattering on the floor – and landed face-first against a console.

“What in blazes was that?!” he screamed over the raving sirens. A dim red light illuminated his shocked and angered face.

“Sir!” replied a technician. “We’ve been knocked out of hyperspace.”

“What?! How?”

“Some sort of energy field… Fried our hyperdrive. We’re sitting ducks in the middle of a nebula!”

The vessel floated adrift the writhing clouds of radiation and space dust. Its flock of security ships tumbled in confusion before reestablishing their formation. Gaseous maelstroms of purple, crimson, azure, and gold raged around the ships like a turbulent sea.

A dark shape emerged from the nebula - cast in the eerie shadows of death and despair. The mysterious ship soared from the clouds beneath the transport, charging full speed towards its belly. Its bow was adorned with a massive horned skull, grinning with malevolence. Blood red sigils were painted across the hull along with a skull and cross-bones.

Boom.

A dozen smaller vessels poured out from the nebula as the transport quaked and flexed from the battering ram. They weaved between the security ships like wasps as they fired a ray of sickly green energy at their hulls. The durasteel plates withered and disintegrated like soggy paper in the wake of the ghastly weapons.

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”Yes…” whispered the sinister Necro Lord. ”It begins... Nightgaunt!”

Yes, my lord?

"You know what to do..."

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Erik looked around as he heard the voice, and raised his left brow, "Huh?" he asked, standing up, and looked around, shaking his head, "Must be my head" he said and then was about to sit down on his bed before he was thrown aside, by the blasts hitting the hull, and he groaned, getting up slowly after hitting a wall of his cell. He looked around, and swore under his breath. "Shit, this can't be good, I got to get out of here before things get worse" he said with a narrow of his eyes, and looked through the slot of his cell, trying to see what was going on, attempting to not fall over when the ship quaked.

"Hey! Someone, what the fuck is going on?!" he yelled loudly, trying to get some of the other prisoner's attention, or the guards, "You can't keep us in the dark about something like this!" he yelled, and then looked around his cell again, trying to find something that he could use in case someone decided to come unlock his door for all the wrong reasons.

He then felt something dripping on him, and looked at his shoulder, and pushed it off, it was some strange goop. He narrowed his eyes even more.

"Something's really not right here........."

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It was an odd thing to find the dead already in motion as many would not survive the trip to their final destination, many more who did would never be the same again, but it would be stranger still for those who will be denied their journeys to the afterlife. The Lord of Shadows continued to look at the prisoner before him just to smile a bit as he stepped through the door and allowed the shadows in the room to take form of his avatar only to reveal the cosmic light from his eyes that seemed to glow now as his body was somewhat visible through the darkness that stood before Erik Mendez.

'Deep into this darkness you will find yourself constantly peering out through this cell as death slowly approaches from all corners just to strangle you in your final hour. So I ask you again. Do you have what it takes to be terrible?'

The Lord of Shadow spoke in a hollowed voice just to then offer his shadowy hand revealing a rather strange golden ring that glimmered in what light was left in the room before it became as black as his domain and just as cold. The shadowy figure continued to offer the ring to the man and did not budge as the events from outside his cell began to change drastically.

'I offer you salvation in your darkest hour and all I ask in return is your eternal service to me. One must simply take what is offered unless they feel their life has already come to an end.'

Shabot-Urn knew of what the future would hold and to mold one or two mortals for his services would prove to be useful in all aspects as a new era would rise from the ashes of this vessel and with it the embodiment of law and order.

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#, as written by Faithy
Just about to flop down on the thin mattress that barely covered the cement slab, Zoe was sidetracked by little sounds echoing throughout the prisoner section. Sliding up to her feet, she moved over towards the bars in order to listen to whatever it was a bit closer. Unfortunately, whatever was making the noise stopped doing whatever it had been doing previously and she was left with the silence. Frowning, she moved back over towards the bed and sat down with a sigh. Could things get any worse? Immediately after that thought, the entire ship shuddered and she found herself being thrown against the bars. Crying out as she hit the ground, Starwind struggled up to her feet as someone else shouted about not keeping the prisoners in the dark.

“Ughnn… HEY!!! We’re trapped in here, you wankers!”

Grabbing hold of the bars, she shook them in an attempt to wrench them off their hinges. Of course she wasn’t Superman, and the bars didn’t budge at all. Swearing under her breath, she dug through her tiny room and searched for someone to use as leverage. There was nothing and she slammed her body against the bars over and over again. She wasn’t going to die; not like this. Zoe knew that she needed to get free and get to where her clothing was stored along with her weapons. That of course was probably more difficult than she wanted it to be, but she wasn’t a quitter.

‘LET US OUT!!!!!!!!!!”

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As soon as the Prison ship was knocked out of hyperspace, an eerie laugh would echo throughout the halls, rooms, cells, and everything else that had a shadow in it. As soon as the Pirate Spaceship rammed into the belly of the Prison ship, great tendrils made of shadow lurched forward from the goopy shadow masses on the ground, tables, chairs, beds, people, appliances, whatever. If there was a goopy shadow mass, a shadow tendril lurched from it, heading towards the closest life form it could find and coiling around whatever it could grab onto: whether it be an arm, foot, hand, wrist, ankle, waist, neck, head, or anything else on the human or otherwise anatomy.

Any projectiles or physical attacks would either pass through or do nothing to the tendrils as they sought out their prey. One tendril in particular sprouted in Erik's cell, and wrapped around whatever was closest, which happened to be Erik's ankle. The tendril(s), once wrapped around their target, would either pull them into the shadowy goop, pick them up and hold them in the air, or pick them up and swing them around, slamming them into walls and other things as if angered.

All Storm-Shadow did was watch as Draco unleashed the shadowy tendrils upon the unsuspecting passengers of the ship. "Must you really do this, Draco?" the super soldier asked.

The Dragon of Death said nothing, but continued with his small little rampage with the tendrils. Through the shadows, Storm-Shadow would see a small Dragon the size of a large dog walking through the corridors of the Prison Ship. The Dragon was made of pure shadow, and any attempt to hit it would fail as it passed through the body. Lightning coursed throughout the body as if it were blood running through veins.

The Dragon of Death was heading to once place: The cell block where Subject 72 was being held. Now it's true that he could just portal himself into the cell using his Shadow powers, but where would the fun in that be? No. He wanted to scare as many lowlife prisoners as he could. And what better month to do it than October?

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Erik's eyes widened as the figure entered his cell, and he looked at the ring and started laughing. He shook his head slowly, "I appreciate your so called salvation, but I do not have that which could make me truly terrible. I am a man who did a stupid thing, and I will not escape from being some big criminal's bitch, to being some weird being's servant, which in actuality is just being your bitch, so find someone else for that" he said and he looked at the tendril coming out from the mass and his eyes softened. He didn't know how he was going to get out of here now.........

The tendril wrapped around his ankle, and lifted him up, slamming him into the wall. He let out a howl of pain as an audible snap was heard. The tendril continued to swing him around, the snapping was that of his hand slamming into the wall very hard, breaking the wrist, and fingers. His vision getting blurry as the tendril continued to swing him into walls, hitting his head hard.

Now it was just to see how long he would last with the constant bashing against the walls, and other objects. His body was not very strong, but was not weak either.

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“Damage report!” Nathans barked as he climbed back into his char.

“Three fatalities on deck three. Injuries throughout the ship. Hull is still holding, sir.”

“Great…” he grumbled. “and I was having such a good day…”

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.” He called on the intercom. “We are under attack. I repeat. We are under attack. All security personnel report to the armory. We are on red alert. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill!”

“Heller, send out a distress beacon!”

”Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” hissed a sinister voice from the shadows.

Sparks snapped and sputtered from the consoles as the air grew frigid. Smoke poured from between the panels in front of the technician. A sinister growl rumbled through the room. The smoke thickened and engulfed the technician as he clenched his throat protectively. Blood flowed over his fingers as he fell to the ground.

An ear-splitting banshee scream pierced through the air, shattering glass screens and eardrums alike. The fog squirmed with the demonic wail as a writhing mass of dark tendrils, smoke, and shadows shot out like murderous hands. Three officers fell with an explosion of gore and splatter of blood. Entrails and warm blood spewed across the floor as a line of technicians were shredded, flayed, and cleaved like butter against a glowing hot knife.

A man sailed through the air and into a console like a toy tossed by an enraged child. Another was hoisted several feet in the air at an awkward angle. The smoke and smoldering shadows churned and solidified. Long arms and hands with clawed fingers materialized from the mass. A monstrous demonic face formed from the smoke, revealing a sadistic grin filled with several rows of razor sharp teeth that sank deeply into the man’s neck. Glowing crimson eyes glared, unblinking, at the captain. They hungered for spilled blood – for violence, murder, and to rend asunder every living thing in sight.

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”Good…” Gro’chal whispered through the spiritual realm. ”Now to deal with my brothers and sisters in chains.”

The pirate lord’s consciousness spread out through the ship like a thick fog. It embraced and filled every unprotected mind like water to an empty vessel. His presence was that of death, chaos, rage, hatred, sorrow, and suffering. He clenched his hand and every door of every cell began to shake violently. They rattled, quaked, and buckled before being wrenched from their hinges and cast into the darkness. Gro’chal’s powerful mind and will then latched onto theirs like long icy talons.

None can imprison me!

A deathly wail filled every mind. It was the outcry of ten thousand souls writhing in agony – crying out for vengeance. Every nightmare and fear bubbled from within their subconscious, becoming all but reality. Madness churned within them like a violent storm, echoing a single command that filled their entire being.

Kill.

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#, as written by Marcus
Shabot-Urn watched as the chosen refused his offer and smiled beneath his helm as a rogue shadow forced its way into the cell just to take hold of the man and cause him a rather painful amount of harm. Slowly the Lord of Shadow turned away from the man and his misery only to shake his head and chuckle slightly.

"This is only a fair punishment for those who defy the will of Shabot-Urn."

It was that said and nothing more that the cosmic being left the cell in the same manner as he came forcing the shadows around him to bend to his will as he stepped free from the isolated chamber and began to look around at the forming chaos that was flowing freely through the ship. If this were his domain none of this nonsense would have been happening and the rogue who was behind it all would have paid dearly with his life.

'Through me the gates shall be open.'


Shabot-Urn would suddenly become ethereal again as he strode down the corridor before him just to watch as murder and violence was being played out before him like hounds on fresh meat. It was pleasing to say the least but filled with unnecessary ends and a waste of time and resources. Every step the being made would suddenly leave dark crystal masses that began to grow and expand cutting off the hall behind him and ruining every chance for those who were still stuck behind certain closed doors for the time being.

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Draco continued to walk through the corridors, but as the chaos began, the pulled what shadows he could to him, and vanished within them. Even Storm-Shadow, who normally knew where the Dragon was, didn't know where he went.

"Paia..." he started. "Remind me again why I'm out here?"

<< It's because you wanted to be out here and you "had nothing better to do today" >> the AI repsonded sarcastically.

The super soldier rolled his eyes and sighed, watching the chaos unfold in the corridors. The shadowy tendrils that had grabbed a hold of people would vanish as well, leaving them to drop to the floor if they hadn't been pulled into the shadow realm to be eaten by shadow demons.

Storm-Shadow stood still in the shadow realm, thinking a bit. He came up with nothing, and turned around, vanishing from the realm and appearing at some other place.

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Two pirate ships lumbered across the broadsides of the transport while the frenzied prisoners rioted. Massive drill-tipped harpoons launched from the ships and bit deeply into the durasteel hull. The transport groaned to a halt, anchored by the tension of the expanding cords. They inflated to the diameter of half a man, giving passage to the beings that crawled within.

The harpoons punched through the hull, raining sparks and shrapnel into the raving mobs. Their tips were mounted with large drill bits that snapped open like the jaws of soulless skulls. Blood-curdling screams of war rumbled from the maws like the galloping charge of a hundred demons. A flood of dark shapes poured from the drills. They were like skittering spiders clinging to the walls and ceiling with bony hands. Empty eyes on skinless faces glared at the prisoners with murderous calculating rage. Tongues of eerie blue flames burned in their pitted sockets. Black blast armor clung to skeletal figures as they dropped into the mobs by the dozens. Razor sharp vibroblades flashed in clattering hands. Hot blood misted the air, soaked jumpsuits, and slicked the floor.

Screams of horror and carnage echoed through the ship.

“Yes!” thundered a voice into every mind. “Cleave their flesh! Strip them of their corrupting life-blood! Send them into the Abyss! Let none escape your fury!”

Boom.

A distant crash resonated through the cell blocks. The hair-raising crunch of metal being ripped apart like tissue paper ran up every spine.

Boom.

The sound grew stronger, fiercer, and more urgent. It was like a ravenous lion shattering its chains. A new wave of vigor washed through the swarm of undead as they carved their way towards Solitary Confinement with blade and blaster.

Crash!

Three titanic durasteel hatches soared through the hallway of Solitary Confinement. They were riddled with dents and ripped apart at the hinges. A dark corridor lay beyond where the doors once stood. Icy mist flowed across the ground like a phantom.

Two hypnotic ghostly blue eyes illuminated the darkness with sinister malice.

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#, as written by Marcus
The shadowy lord had many things in mind as he continued to stroll through the halls of the ship leaving a trail of ever growing crystals in his wake that seemed to push and fight their way through sections of the ship until suddenly Shabot-Urn looked up at the ceiling above him just to sink through the section of the ship he was on allowing the shadows to move him about unhindered. The cosmic being had been wrong to assume that such a weak piece of flesh could be so terrible when another was so easily molded just a few rooms away.

The Dragon moved from his shadowy corner and very slowly approached Zoe. "By the way..." The Dragon began, now circling the female human who name was Zoe slowly. You may want to find your way to an escape pod before it's too late. I don't think this ship is going to be...intact much longer." he finished. He then just sat in front of the door, blocking Zoe's path out as if he didn't care that he was doing so.

"I think it is you who should not linger for much longer." Shabot-Urn spoke as his form ascended between the shadow dragon and Zoe just to turn his attention to the girl and began to study her like a slab of meat. The Shadow Lord began to size the young girl up only to chuckle darkly and then turn his attention to the dragon that was in the room. A question was needed to be asked before he could leave the ship but would he need to deal with this other being from the shadow realm? Instead Shabot-Urn turned his attention back to Zoe and offered out to her a rather peculiar ring that gleamed when the light hit it.

'Do you have what it takes to truly be terrible?'

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#, as written by Faithy
Naturally she wasn’t in the clear, because if that were the case, her life wouldn’t suck. But alas, the voice echoing inside the very room she was sitting inside indicated that life was still crapping on her. Glancing around the fairly dark room Zoe took note of what was making its presence known. Of, of course it was the dragon from the corridor. The thing she had thought hadn’t noticed her. Why was this happening to her? Her normal cocky and self-assured attitude seemed to be vacant, leaving behind an unsure and quite frightened eighteen-year-old. For the first time, she had no idea what to do in this situation. Staring silently at the dragon, she remained against the door, her back pressed firmly against the surface as it not only let her know that nothing could stop or hurt it, but that there were other murderous things walking around the ship as well.

Perfect.

What was the point in even trying to getting off the ship? It was clear that there was no way to battle these things, so why bother? Maybe she should just let this thing kill her and be one with her parents. Would that disappoint them? Or her brother? Probably, but what could she possibly do to keep from being mercilessly slaughtered? Trying to think of a way to get out of this terrible situation, Zoe wondered how the beast was managing to circle her since she was still against the door, but she supposed shadows could do anything, right? When it sat in front of the door, right beside her, incidentally, she thought about moving, but wasn’t about to give it that power. Musing a moment on the escape pod, she mentally slapped herself. Of course! Why didn’t she go to the escape pod instead of trying to get to her weapons and junk?

STUPID! WAY TO NOT USE YOUR DAMN BRAIN!

Not bothering to waste any more time, she slid up to her feet and ransacked the area, looking for her items. She knew it wouldn’t affect the shadows, but that wasn’t the point. They meant a lot to her, and that was why she was searching for them. Finally spotting her items, she broke into the locker they were stowed in and quickly slipped out of the prison garbs and into her personal clothing. She didn’t give a crap if the shadows were watching her. She wanted to be comfortable and feel at home, which she always did in her clothing. After fully dressing herself into her tight black sleeveless shirt along with matching black pants, she was glad that the red trimming around the neckline as well as the armpit sections hadn’t faded at all. Her footwear ended up consisting of a pair of black boots that she expertly buckled at the very top. Her red belt around her waist was not fashion, but was there to hold one of her guns. Now, the black belt’s purpose was to hold up her pants as well as holding more weapons. She slipped on her long black duster before pulling on the pair of specially made gloves. Her outfit complete, she grabbed out her weapons, placing them in their proper places. All the while she was suiting it up, something terrible was happening to the ship. It was clear she didn’t have a lot of time let and didn’t plan on spending it with the dragon-shadow-thing. Unfortunately, life wasn’t finished spitting on her, and before she could do anything, another shadowy-being appeared in the room.

Fantastic… what else --- no, don’t even think that, Zoe.

Ignoring the fact that she was being examined like a piece of meat, Zoe wondered why she wasn’t moving for the door. Screw the both of them, she could just walk through them, right? Wasn’t that what people did when they walked through shadows outside? She was pretty sure that was the case, but wasn’t exactly sure if she would be harmed while attempting to leave the room. Could they hurt her if she couldn’t hurt them? Yes… of course they could. She remembered the sounds coming from one of the other cells as well as the way the prisoners were acting and deduced that leaving wasn’t going to be easy at all. Sighing, Starwind didn’t even bother glancing towards the door, but instead kept her attention on both beings, her expression remaining stoic as the newer one asked a rather bizarre question. Time to let her personality really shine, right? Right.

“I think everyone has what it takes to be terrible, but I, personally, most definitely have what it takes to be truly and positively terrible.”

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Draco where he was and watched as the female tore through the lockers. "Somebody's a messy one." he chuckled. But that chuckle soon turned into a very dark and menacing growl as Shabot-Urn descended from the shadows of the ceiling.

"What are you doing here, Shabot-Urn?" the relatively small dragon asked in a voice that was much too big for him. "Do you think you'll be able to keep your title as ruler of shadows while I'm running around? I think not!" he snarled. Of course, he probably didn't have the power to overthrow Shabot-Urn, which is why he didn't attack. Yet.

Draco seemed to be waiting for something. What it was he would not let anyone know, no matter how deep into his mind they pried. All this Dragon of both Storm and Shadow did was wait.