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Steven Lindemann

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Tank Emperor

Description

PHYSICAL SPECS

Species: Human
Race: Human
Blood Father: Unknown
Blood Mother: Unknown
Physical Age: 15
Physical Gender: Male

Hair Colour(s): Black
Hair Texture: Smooth
Hair Length / Cut: Cropped
Eyebrows: Black
Body Hair: "I'm not telling you that!"
Body Hair Colour(s): "I told you about my body!"
Skin Tone(s): Pale
Iris Colour(s): Blue
Pupil Colour(s): Black
Teeth: All adult teeth
Tooth Colour: Whitish

Body Type: Slim
Height: 5'10''
Weight: "Get to fuck, asking me that!"
Cup Size: "I don't have tits!"
Shoe Size: 8UK

Voice: Slight 'monotone' according to people in the same school.
Coordination: Good
Reflexes: Average
Physical Strength: Unknown

Scars / Deformities: A few self harm around the wrists and on the chest
Diseases / Conditions: Possible Autism
Medications: "Personal Info. You ain't getting any."
Addictions / Dependencies: Needs hugs and a computer
Glasses/Contacts: None
Piercings: "I've always wanted angel bites..."
Tattoos: "I want a dragon on my back."
Makeup: None
Fashion Sense: Doesn't have one.

PERSONALITY

Mental Age: 4/16
Mental Gender: Male

Phobias: Spiders, losting phone or iPod

Sociability: 25-45%
Outlook: Doesn't have a bright one at times.
Activity: 50%
Adventurousness: 40%
Predictability: 01%
Responsibility: 75%
Tidiness: 30%
Cleanliness: 90%
Emotionality: 80%
Generousity: 66%
Manners: 70%
Bravery: 40%

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Emotional Position: Weak
Physical Position: Weak
Partnering: Can get it right.
Ideal Partner(s): Marilyn Manson, Cait W

Hobbies/Interests: Roleplaying, programming, painting, not eating, texting, watching people.

Favorite Colour: Blue
Favorite Season: Summer
Favorite Animal: "I like bunnies... Hm... Bunnies..."
Favorite Foods: Noodles
Favorite Word: Idiot
Favorite Song: Coma White
Favorite Musical Artist / Group: Marilyn Mason, My Chemical Romance
Favorite Musical Genre(s): Gothic/Metal/Punk/Rock
Favorite TV Show: None
Favorite TV Genre(s): None
Favorite Movie: Star Wars
Favorite Movie Genre(s): Sci Fi
Favorite Book: Unknown
Favorite Literary Genre(s): Sci Fi

Greatest Hope: To become a internet site programmer
Greatest Strength: His mind to think of others movements
Greatest Weakness: His friends
Worst Nightmare: Please ask the character
Recurring Dreams: Please ask the character
Deepest Darkest Secret: "I ain't telling you that!"
Most Treasured Memory: Unknown
Most Valued Posession: His computer/phone/iPod
Theme Song(s): "The Wold is Ugly" My Chemical Romance

HISTORY

Nationality: German
Place of Birth: Berlin
Date of Birth: 10/5/1997
Economic Background: Unknown

Father(s): Unknown
Mother (s): Unknown
Sibling(s): Unknown
Significant Other: Cait W
Marital Status: Dating
Children: None.

Occupation: None
Income Level: None
Life Savings: None
Credit Rating: None

Residence: Gambit's bar
Transportation: "I use my feet."
Cell Phone: Blackberry 9300
Computer: Hand build computer. Desk top

So begins...

Steven Lindemann's Story

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Steven sat where he was, shutting down the computer after locking all one hundred and ninety eight passcodes, all in Brookjai, a language unknown to the Terrans. He smirked, his arm reaching for the smooth Computers and closed them, "You think you can hack my machines? I doubt you can. Just wait until we come in force, you won't stand another day once the virus drops."

Steven quickly grabbed the Gauss pistol and pulled it away from Austin with his bionic arm, part of Cybran tests done on the kid. He laughed, his other hand producing his own pistol, pointing it at him, "I don't think so. You can have great friends on this planet, the crossroads of all."

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At first, Austin was stunned. What kind of speed was this? Austin's citofacin disorder accelerated his thought-action response to inhuman levels, and even then, he'd just BARELY been able to see that happen. Whoever this guy was, he certainly wasn't human.

But the TIB agent wasn't exactly slow on the draw either. With his primary weapon out of the game, Austin leaped across the floor just as Steven unholstered his own pistol. Before he left the ground, he hooked his foot under one of the nearby diner chairs, kicking it towards the Cybran's face. Diving across the checkered tile, he found cover behind a nearby wall.

"Everybody GET OUT OF HERE!" he roared to the restaurant's customers, most of whom had already left the building. Whatever happened, Austin didn't want any innocent lives being lost in this scrap.

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Steven smirked, loading the pistol quickly and fired towards the wall after catching the chair and threw it back. His eyes watched the wall carefully, the machines packing themselves into a small cube, some of the best Cybran technology. His eyes glanced around, watching people run off.

He picked up the cube and grinned, firing at the wall again, above Austin, creating a fist sized whole in the wall. He then fired at the glass, covering the place in shards before calmly walking out like nothing had happened.

Round 1, Steven.

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Round 1 wasn't quite over yet.

Before Steven could calmly make his escape, Austin dived out of his hiding place, tossing something small and round at the Cybran's face. Whether he caught it or not, the object would have been thrown with perfect accuracy and would likely land and stick firmly to Steven, as if it were coated in some adhesive substance. Steven might have a few brief moments to inspect the black disk... before it went off.

The object was actually a sticky PSY-grenade, a psionic 'explosive'. It went off, unleashing a telepathic shockwave of energy directly in Steven's face. The chaotic attack would go directly for Steven's mind, washing over the human parts of his brain in a tidal wive of conscious-shattering force. If the grenade even functioned at a fraction of the capacity in which it was intended to, Steven might drop to the floor, unconscious, right then and there.

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Steven caught it quickly, trying to get it off his hand, "Fucking bullshit." He snapped, slamming his hand again the wall in order to get the black disk off.

Then it went off.

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"Taleia, sleep powder!"

The yell of a young man was audible just outside the Ruulan bar mere moments before a spray of blueish powder rushed in through the entrance, filling the air with what was apparently some form of plant-like spore. Upon inhaling the powdery substance, most organic life-forms up to and including those the size of an average blue whale would find themselves rapidly drawn into a heavy sleep. The spore was practically invasive in forcing itself into the nose or mouth of those within, held breath or not.

As quickly as it had filled the room, though, after about ten seconds the powder dissipated rapidly into nothingness. At that moment, a figure appeared in the doorway. Several, in fact, but only one that was identifiably human.

Arty Jackson, a young man with dirty blonde hair and a red headband tied around his forehead, stepped into Cafe Sonata flanked by three companions. The first was a small humanoid figure that appeared composed entirely of flowers, colourful petals forming her small body. Her arms appeared to be bouquets of flowers, whilst her head held the shape of a rose. The faint remnants of blue around her 'hands' identified her as the likely source of the strange powder.

In the air to his left hovered a dark purplish creature with small stubby limbs bearing clawed extremities. Its back was spiky and almost hedgehog like in places, with two larger ear-like spikes protruding from the top of it. A pair of wide, angular red eyes glared out from its face along with a broad toothy grin. It appeared to have no neck or torso, instead formed entirely of one 'ball'.

To his right flapped a grey creature that looked like a cross between a bat and a scorpion, albeit far larger than either. Easily half the size of the man himself, the fanged and clawed thing glowered through the room with beady bright yellow eyes, stinger swaying at the end of its tail.

"Lancelot, cover us with protect. Casper, keep a shadow ball ready. Taleia, keep sleep powder on standby for if they're still awake."

The creatures fanned out slightly from Arty as he cast his eyes around at the two combatants, to assess whether or not they had been knocked unconscious.

"Who still uses guns, Ru?" Arty murmured to the small red-and-black fox-like creature perched calmly on his shoulder. "Something tells me these guys are lost."

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When Steven came to, he would find himself in a dark room. A single light hung down from the ceiling, illuminating his face. Terran marines stood on either side of him, Gauss rifles in hand. Before him was a smiling man in a suit, flanked by a mean-looking power armored soldier. Should the Cybran try and move, he would curiously be unable to move his robotic arm or his thigh.

"Good evening, Mr. Lindemann," the elderly man before him smiled graciously, "do you know why you are here?"

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Steven glanced up at them, confused. His eye darted around, taking the room's measurements with his eyes lengthospecor. He groaned, his stomach rumbling as he shut his eyes, smirking slightly. He was waiting for them to try something with his computers. The the round would be won by miles.

He swallowed, slowly moving his left hand to his thigh, unable to move his arms but started to override anything the Terrans had done to him.

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Austin had little time to relish in his victory as he was suddenly assaulted by an unknown sleeping agent. Well shit. This was like Terra all over again... finish with one baddie and the next one is never far behind. Just before he hit the ground, he fiddled with something in his jacket...

And then he was on the floor, sleeping like a baby.

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But Joran only smiled respectfully. "I'm afraid that won't work here, Mr. Lindemann." He shook his head. "We know how good you are with computers. We took precautions." He gestured to the stone walls around them. "You are currently in one of the oldest underground catacombs in this base. Not a computer around here for miles. Generator-powered lighting. Crank elevator." He smiled. "Absolutely tech-free."

He started a slow walk, pacing around Steven slowly. "You'll also find that your arm and thigh not working has nothing to do with hacking. Those limbs are currently surgically detached from your body from the inside. Our technicians scanned your biofeed and found the direct artificial-neuropathway connecting your brain and spine to your robotic limbs. We severed the connection using microagents. A purely biological procedure."

Having finished several cycles, he turned back to face Steven. "This entire level of the facility is also layered in Psitanium hub capwells and disruptive energon core capsules. Not to mention it's all surrounded by a good few miles of solid concrete." He smiled again, kind and warm. "It's literally physically impossible for a radio, technical or a psionic frequency to get in here. They would need to blast this place open."

"So, Mr. Lindemann. I'm afraid you are really quite alone. So I ask you again... why do you think you're here?"

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Seeing that both of the men were well and truly unconscious, Arty waved his hand to the pokemon with him. "Looks like the coast's clear. Relax."

The three lowered the attacks they had ready, and Arty progressed inside. "I think we ought to have a chat with them when they wake up." He pulled a pokeball from his belt and tossed it out. In the flash of light that followed, an oversized bright yellow tarantula appeared in the middle of the bar. "Titch, I'm gonna need your webs."

A short time later. both Austin and Stephen were propped up on chairs and well and truly bound with sticky and nigh-on unbreakable spider webbing. It seemed that whatever had knocked Stephen out was far more long-term than the sleep powder Arty's flowery companion had utilised, and so it would be Austin that came to first.

When he awoke, he would find himself still within the bar, with Arty sitting across from him on one of the restaurant's chairs. The chair was rotated around, and he was leaning on his arms on the chair's back, and resting his chin on them. "Morning, sunshine." Arty said in greeting. The young man's gaze was a little ... odd. It was as though he was staring through Austin, as opposed to at him, like there was always something just past what he was looking at that he was focusing on.

Casper, Arty's Gengar, was drifting through the air between the two men, whilst the massive spider-like Galvantula ironically named Titch was resting in the background. The little fox-like Zorua Arty had referred to as Ru was still perched upon his shoulder.

"You and your friend were making quite a lot of noise. It's been a while since I've seen anyone using guns here. You aren't from Ruula, are you? Your friend is still asleep. Whatever you hit him with has him well and truly out."

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Austin awoke slowly, blinking his bleary eyes as he tried to focus back into reality. He tested his range of movements, quickly finding that his hands were tied down.

"Well isn't this just dandy..." he shook his head, huffing as he looked between Arty and his host of oddball Pokemon. Were he not from Terra, this might have freaked him out a little. He turned his attention towards Arty, seeing that he was likely the leader of the bunch. "Look, my name is Austin Marshall. I'm an agent of the Terran Intelligence Bureau." He nodded towards the still-knocked out Steven. "That little tin-armed freak is a wanted terrorist on my planet. The nation he represents is on the verge of war with my own. It's imperative that you let me go immediately." He winced, a jolt of pain arcing across his temples. "...also, if you could get me a drink, that'd be great. Whatever your lil' pets did to me is leaving me with one helluva' migraine..."

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"Terra? Iris has mentioned that place before." Arty slowly rose to his feet and slunk over to the bar, where the bartender was long since gone. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a glass, pouring it out as he walked back over. "But I can speak for Ruula, or at least, to some extent. I'm not ... the big boss, but I'm a boss."

He glanced across to Steven, "You realise that I'm just going on your word right now, Austin? But, I did see your ID. I don't know much about your planet, honestly. I don't know whether it'd be a good idea just to up and trust you..."

The youth glanced across to the large yellow spider. "Titch, let his arms free."

The Galvantula rose and skittered over, mandibles clicking as he snipped through the webs, freeing Austin's upper body. Arty handed him the drink. "I'm Arty. I'm Sinnoh Champion, as of earlier this year. But I assume you know that, being Terran Intelligence and being on our planet... So let's ... work together, I suppose. You give me a good reason to trust you over the other guy, and we'll go from there."

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Austin rose to his feet, stretching his newly-freed arms. "Hey, I can play diplomat when I need to, but that's not really why I'm here. This is a bounty hunting mission." He nodded towards Steven. "And that lil' squirt is my perp. I came here to bring him in and nothing more. Forging alliances wasn't really on my agenda when I landed on this planet." He perked a brow. "That said, I don't see why we can't try and put something in the books. Pokemon have a huge presence on Terra." Austin stopped, wincing slightly. "...well... EVERYTHING has a huge presence on Terra, but that's beside the point. We're a free people. Kinda' young as a nation. Little rough around the edges and stubborn as hell, but we're after all the good things in life. Justice. Democracy. Peace and life. All that snazzy jazz."

Austin stepped to the side, briefly looking out the window, as if watching for something. "Anyway, what I'm MOST concerned with is getting metal-muscles here into TNG custody. I called over a squad of marines a lil' while ago, and they should be here any moment to help me with the transportation." He offered Arty his most charming smile. "So. If you could just have the lovely Titch over there de-webify him... I can handle the rest."

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Steven smirked again, "You forget... You don't know me... Now, get these blasted idiots out of this room before I make them. I will tell you what you want to know, by the grim future for this planet will start soon enough."

His face went cold, his tongue playing with his teeth, knowing the one with the technology, the one that would be impossible to find from anywhere, he and his leaders knew where it was an what was in it. "Death comes to the weak, and the strong brings the death, only how the fields of Isoa glow, but that with the blood of which once lay there. From years of past to years of present, only those that know the secrets, will contain the secrets. You underestimate me, Mr. Davrell." He rhymed softly, a warm feeling slowly taking to his chest, well, what was left of his internal organs. "There was once a time where men like you broke into the vast Metal vaults of the computers, but the men died within days. Things aren't always what they appear to be."

And with that he opened his eyes, looking up at Davrell, "You have been at this for years, a superhuman, as one might say. But it appears that you have just met your match, but of Cybran Origin."

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"You're not really helping much." Arty shrugged, "I don't know whether you're the 'good guy' here," the young man made air-quotes with his fingers as he spoke. "What if he's the guy on a super-important mission to save innocent lives, and you're trying to stop him for some... higher power, or..."

The blonde waved a hand, "I don't want to cause you trouble, Austin, if everything you say is true, but... I need more information, before I can make that call. What's this guy done, anyway?"

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Austin winced. "See, that's the problem. You technically can't 100% believe anything I say, because ultimately I have no legal means of proving any of this to you. In the end, you're just going to have to trust me." He gestured towards Steven. "This man has hacked into the TIB mainframe and has procured information that could potentially danger billions of innocent civilians lives. He is an alien come to my planet to conquer and destroy. Even now his Cybran fleet is engaged in hostilities with another nation of my planet on Shintenchi. If I don't get him back in time, people will die."

It was at that moment that a squad of four Terran marines burst into the bar, Gauss rifles trained ahead of them.

"TNG!" the captain barked, "hands up, no one-"

"Easy, Reynolds," Austin forward raising one of his palms, "there's no trouble here." He looked over his shoulder back at Arty, grinning. "Mr. Jackson here was just letting me go." He winked. "Isn't that right?"

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"I have no doubt that you have hidden powers, my friend," Joran smiled, "and I respect that, believe me. Strength is something I can appreciate. It is strength that aspires. Strength that achieves. Strength that breathes the means to understand and triumph." He looked to the many soldiers in the room. "Leave us." The marines and the trooper would quickly march out of the cell, leaving just Joran and the Cybran.

Slowly, the older man reached towards another chair in the room, sitting down in it so that he was facing Steven. "Is that why the Cybrans have come to Terra?" he asked, "to conquer us? Do they view the Terrans as a weak nation that must be wiped out in the name of biological and social purity?"

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Looking up at the marines with surprisingly little shock or concern, Arty exchanged a brief glance with Lancelot, as the batlike pokemon swerved around to place itself between Arty and the marines. "Maybe," he replied slightly absently, clicking his tongue, "But on my own terms, not because you have some redundant machinery pointed in my face."

The blonde pulled another pokeball from his belt, tossing it lazily out onto the ground. In a burst of light, a purple star-shaped pokemon appeared, with a bright ruby crystal at its centre and golden areas around it. The Starmie let out a synthetic sounding melodious song as it appeared. "Don't be alarmed. I'm just going to get Ruby here to tell me whether you're telling the truth or not. It's psychic, so it will be examining your thoughts. I hope you don't mind."

Arty gestured Ruby towards Austin, "Is he telling the truth?" he asked.

The pokemon in response began to emit a purplish glow from its form, most notably around the crystal at its centre, and psionic waves washed over Austin's mind. Were they able to access it, they would linger for only a moment before retracting. The Starmie turned towards Arty and tilted its body in what vaguely resembled a nod, and its gem flashed in a chime that sounded distinctly affirmative.

"Alright," he waved a hand at Titch, and the large spider made its way over to where Steven was bound and snipped through the webbing. "Go. Take him, and go somewhere you aren't my problem."

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A vortex of flame ignited in the rafters and swiftly dissipated. The wooden beams creaked as a short creature perched on them. Its long tail snaked along one of the beams and gripped tightly before he let his body fall. Glom's skin was deep red like fire. A thin coat of fur covered his lanky limbs. Two horns protruded from his forehead.

The imp landed on the ground with a thud. There was a sinister mischievous look in his eyes as he snapped his fingers. A poster materialized in his grip, which he promptly stuck to a nearby bulletin board before vanishing in a cloud of smoke.