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Metal Man · 08-29-2009, 06:51 PM

It was an eerie time, warping down those subway tunnels. Other travelers had seen rivers, and still others thought it was a flight through outer space. But whatever they said, it had always been subway tunnels to Metal Man.

Hurtling through time and space took its toll on the mind. Unable to comprehend this, one's mind would compensate. The mind would project familiar concepts in place of the abstract confusion that was inter-dimensional travel. In Metal's case it had been subway tunnels. For he had memories of walking through them all the time in his home plane. By projecting familiar thoughts, the mind turned a frightening experience into a mundane one.

But despite this, Metal Man felt disturbed. It was not a simple 'bad day' feeling. No, he felt as if there was a flaw with the entire world. Some sort of crack, some sort of splinter that was undermining everything. If he did not address it immediately, perhaps he would vanish into the tunnels soon... and never return to the sane world again. He looked about nervously. A distant flapping noise disturbed him.

What... is that my mind breaking? Is someone following me? Fear turned to anger, and anger turned to hatred. Metal Man felt his stomach become an acid pit. He clenched his teeth and nervously looked behind himself--but nothing was there. His hatred for traveling here grew yet some more. For He had been hearing phantom noises in here for quite a while now, and it only kept getting worse.

"This is ridiculous." His voice was bent by the Doppler effect and became a hilariously stretched pitch. His gravelly intonation was turned into a wacky groan, as it echoed down the halls of his path. He shook his head, and looked down at his legs. As usual, they floated about a foot off the ground. He was just hurtling through the air, down the subway tracks. A convenient fork in the road presented itself to him, and as usual, he went to take it. He didn't like the normal road for some reason.

Then he suddenly clenched his right fist. That odd feeling gripped him again. ...I have been derailing myself every time. But... that is the way to g--NO... I have been hiding from my true fate. Now... now I must go and face my fears, and end this madness that plagues my mind today!

He swerved back to the main fork. There he saw a foreboding blue portal down a dark walled tunnel. The portal rippled strangely. Metal stared at it in confusion, for until now he had taken every detour and never actually arrived at his intended destination directly. Metal narrowed his eyes as his pulse quickened. His hands nimbly fumbled for his left-arm mounted dimensional LED clock. Wait... maybe I made a mistake? ...Gonnadiegonnadiegonnadie--AHHHHHHHH--

His frightened thoughts vanished as he flew through the portal... ...and appeared out the other end along with him.

There were five uniformed men in a gray bunker room. The men there were holding automatic rifles. A sign explained where the wayward traveler had arrived... Area 51. And Metal had just exited... a Stargate. The Stargate was a ring with seven chevrons, or points, which were used to pick locations. Somehow, Metal's bizarre dimension-warping clock had picked this Stargate as his destination today.--perhaps it could connect to them just as it could idly rip holes in time and space. Either way, he had been told in his training as a Time Cop NEVER to enter these portals, and it didn't help he had remembered this JUST as it was too late to avoid the portal. No wonder he had been feeling worried!

The uniformed men, on the other hand, were confused. They were guards hired to protect this Stargate, which had been taken from another planet. A very... strange planet. The Stargate had never worked properly, and no one wanted to take care of it... so these men and their base wound up with it. After all, it was just a mundane broken object. Nothing to worry about, right?

Well, it wasn't much of a problem until they wound up with a massive man of steel from another place and another time before them! The man of steel leered violently at them with rage and confusion in his mottled blue eyes.

The Captain of the guards pointed his gun at the Metal Man's visor and adjusted his tan uniform. "STAND DOWN AND SURRENDER! YOU ARE AN UNAUTHORIZED TRAVELER!" His iron voice of command surely would convince Metal Man.

But the 6'4" man of steel did not budge. The nasty fluorescent light played off his surfaces, just like it would a sinisterly chromed car. His pronounced shoulder pads and Time Cop badge didn't work to allay the Captain's suspicions, either. All those did was indicate his warlike tendencies to the unknowing guards. Metal Man shrugged and then stared the "Captain" in the eyes. Metal's right hand twitched in anticipation. ...So what. A bunch of men with guns. I've dealt with worse. Like demons. And vampires. And Saiyan world destroyers.

He idly took out his pistol. He then spoke in a laconic voice. "Your weapons are too pathetic to pierce my armor. I give you three seconds to run. Five if you drop your weapons. One..."

He was interrupted by the five guards opening fire on him. But it was for nothing. Metal Man's armor did not take much, if any, damage from the entirely conventional ammunition. It may have poked Metal a lot and caused him some bruises. It may have even cracked his visor a little. But in the end, Metal didn't care.

He lifted his identifiably Soviet TT-33 pistol and pointed it at the foolish guards. Then he muttered some lethal words.

"...Three."

BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM. The dull thudding blast of each shot pierced the bulletproof vests. With ease, the man of steel disabled 3 of the men of flesh. The other guards fled, as the alarm went off and the area was sealed off. Metal Man walked over to the disabled men, and looked them over. The Captain had escaped!

He reloaded calmly, looking at the Stargate with disdain. Okay... so what? May as well go back. He went to dial his arm to move on to another destination that might bring him home... as a shiny object that wasn't his caught his eye.

...He realized he was in a massive hangar, filled with stolen alien weapons. There was even a wrecked flying saucer. He lowered his arm and stared in awe. "...What... is this?" He shook his head and blinked twice, so as to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But there it was: blue alien pistols, red alien rocket launchers... and a silver flying saucer which looked like it had been pierced by a giant hole puncher.

Metal walked towards the pile, thinking out loud. "I could create the mother of all booby traps with this... then the Time Cops could be stopped! At last, fortune is in my favor!"

Then the Stargate lit up yet again and Metal Man froze half-step facing the wreckage and the gate. He moaned. "...Dammit. Just my luck!"

The Man of Steel nearly crushed the handle of his pistol. Metal flakes fell to the ground as he pointed the strangely obsolete silver Soviet death weapon at the Stargate.

"Perhaps whoever this is is why this place was marked off limits..."

08-29-2009, 06:51 PM	#2
Metal Man Fairy-Slaying Maniac Join Date: Apr 2000 Location: 1592 Miles Away From Here Gender: Posts: 18,062 Thanks: 148 Thanked 683 Times in 482 Posts	It was an eerie time, warping down those subway tunnels. Other travelers had seen rivers, and still others thought it was a flight through outer space. But whatever they said, it had always been subway tunnels to Metal Man. Hurtling through time and space took its toll on the mind. Unable to comprehend this, one's mind would compensate. The mind would project familiar concepts in place of the abstract confusion that was inter-dimensional travel. In Metal's case it had been subway tunnels. For he had memories of walking through them all the time in his home plane. By projecting familiar thoughts, the mind turned a frightening experience into a mundane one. But despite this, Metal Man felt disturbed. It was not a simple 'bad day' feeling. No, he felt as if there was a flaw with the entire world. Some sort of crack, some sort of splinter that was undermining everything. If he did not address it immediately, perhaps he would vanish into the tunnels soon... and never return to the sane world again. He looked about nervously. A distant flapping noise disturbed him. What... is that my mind breaking? Is someone following me? Fear turned to anger, and anger turned to hatred. Metal Man felt his stomach become an acid pit. He clenched his teeth and nervously looked behind himself--but nothing was there. His hatred for traveling here grew yet some more. For He had been hearing phantom noises in here for quite a while now, and it only kept getting worse. "This is ridiculous." His voice was bent by the Doppler effect and became a hilariously stretched pitch. His gravelly intonation was turned into a wacky groan, as it echoed down the halls of his path. He shook his head, and looked down at his legs. As usual, they floated about a foot off the ground. He was just hurtling through the air, down the subway tracks. A convenient fork in the road presented itself to him, and as usual, he went to take it. He didn't like the normal road for some reason. Then he suddenly clenched his right fist. That odd feeling gripped him again. ...I have been derailing myself every time. But... that is the way to g--NO... I have been hiding from my true fate. Now... now I must go and face my fears, and end this madness that plagues my mind today! He swerved back to the main fork. There he saw a foreboding blue portal down a dark walled tunnel. The portal rippled strangely. Metal stared at it in confusion, for until now he had taken every detour and never actually arrived at his intended destination directly. Metal narrowed his eyes as his pulse quickened. His hands nimbly fumbled for his left-arm mounted dimensional LED clock. Wait... maybe I made a mistake? ...Gonnadiegonnadiegonnadie--AHHHHHHHH-- His frightened thoughts vanished as he flew through the portal... ...and appeared out the other end along with him. There were five uniformed men in a gray bunker room. The men there were holding automatic rifles. A sign explained where the wayward traveler had arrived... Area 51. And Metal had just exited... a Stargate. The Stargate was a ring with seven chevrons, or points, which were used to pick locations. Somehow, Metal's bizarre dimension-warping clock had picked this Stargate as his destination today.--perhaps it could connect to them just as it could idly rip holes in time and space. Either way, he had been told in his training as a Time Cop NEVER to enter these portals, and it didn't help he had remembered this JUST as it was too late to avoid the portal. No wonder he had been feeling worried! The uniformed men, on the other hand, were confused. They were guards hired to protect this Stargate, which had been taken from another planet. A very... strange planet. The Stargate had never worked properly, and no one wanted to take care of it... so these men and their base wound up with it. After all, it was just a mundane broken object. Nothing to worry about, right? Well, it wasn't much of a problem until they wound up with a massive man of steel from another place and another time before them! The man of steel leered violently at them with rage and confusion in his mottled blue eyes. The Captain of the guards pointed his gun at the Metal Man's visor and adjusted his tan uniform. "STAND DOWN AND SURRENDER! YOU ARE AN UNAUTHORIZED TRAVELER!" His iron voice of command surely would convince Metal Man. But the 6'4" man of steel did not budge. The nasty fluorescent light played off his surfaces, just like it would a sinisterly chromed car. His pronounced shoulder pads and Time Cop badge didn't work to allay the Captain's suspicions, either. All those did was indicate his warlike tendencies to the unknowing guards. Metal Man shrugged and then stared the "Captain" in the eyes. Metal's right hand twitched in anticipation. ...So what. A bunch of men with guns. I've dealt with worse. Like demons. And vampires. And Saiyan world destroyers. He idly took out his pistol. He then spoke in a laconic voice. "Your weapons are too pathetic to pierce my armor. I give you three seconds to run. Five if you drop your weapons. One..." He was interrupted by the five guards opening fire on him. But it was for nothing. Metal Man's armor did not take much, if any, damage from the entirely conventional ammunition. It may have poked Metal a lot and caused him some bruises. It may have even cracked his visor a little. But in the end, Metal didn't care. He lifted his identifiably Soviet TT-33 pistol and pointed it at the foolish guards. Then he muttered some lethal words. "...Three." BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM. The dull thudding blast of each shot pierced the bulletproof vests. With ease, the man of steel disabled 3 of the men of flesh. The other guards fled, as the alarm went off and the area was sealed off. Metal Man walked over to the disabled men, and looked them over. The Captain had escaped! He reloaded calmly, looking at the Stargate with disdain. Okay... so what? May as well go back. He went to dial his arm to move on to another destination that might bring him home... as a shiny object that wasn't his caught his eye. ...He realized he was in a massive hangar, filled with stolen alien weapons. There was even a wrecked flying saucer. He lowered his arm and stared in awe. "...What... is this?" He shook his head and blinked twice, so as to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But there it was: blue alien pistols, red alien rocket launchers... and a silver flying saucer which looked like it had been pierced by a giant hole puncher. Metal walked towards the pile, thinking out loud. "I could create the mother of all booby traps with this... then the Time Cops could be stopped! At last, fortune is in my favor!" Then the Stargate lit up yet again and Metal Man froze half-step facing the wreckage and the gate. He moaned. "...Dammit. Just my luck!" The Man of Steel nearly crushed the handle of his pistol. Metal flakes fell to the ground as he pointed the strangely obsolete silver Soviet death weapon at the Stargate. "Perhaps whoever this is is why this place was marked off limits..." Last edited by Metal Man; 08-29-2009 at 07:52 PM.