Wraithblade6 said
The spec, upon closer inspection, is surrounded by an impenetrable shield of magic, or energy. Inside appears to be an angel, and he appears to be sleeping. The orb slowly descends to the surface.

Wraithblade6 said
It can be picked up.

Wraithblade6 said
The angel begins to wake up, and the forcefield begins to fade away.

thewizardguy said
Wires run like spiderwebs through the walls, and yet almost all of them are dead. Those that connect the still functioning turrets are still active, and yet instead of electrical wiring you find glass tubes that transport an odd purple glowing energy, the legendary Plot Energy, said to be sentient.

Wraithblade6 said
The angel's skin looks lightly ashen, like the color has been drained from him. He watches the gestures of the being in front of him, then hangs his head in despair.

thewizardguy said
As the man in the mask appears, the drone hesitates in it's attack. The barrage of lasers from Odin also halts. "Name your purpose here. You stand before a representative of the Cucumber Empire."

thewizardguy said
((Behing me, Matt, or the drone? I'll edit if it's me))The drone turns towards you, arms raised in a defensive stance.

thewizardguy said
((You could have been referring to the drone.))I turn, giving you a look, sighing. Once, it would have been impossible to penetrate Odin's defenses so easily. But, now, it seemed people were taking it for granted. "Tell me who you are before I turn you into a cluster of quasars."

thewizardguy said
I raise an eyebrow, smiling. "A suit, a cane, and an obnoxious attitude? You remind me of an old friend." I hold out my hand, and a loud zooming can be heard. "I'm sure you've heard of me at some point or another. I used to real this pathetic dimension. Oh, and I don't care how powerful you are." I pick up a cup of coffee from a nearby monitor and take a sip. "I just prepared all of Odin to kill you in the event of my death. Now, why are you here?"

thewizardguy said
I sigh and lean back in m chair, rubbing my temples. "Don't even start. I've been working for days just to get her moving and the basic turrets online. Luckily the repair drones were easily reactivated, or restoration would have been impossible." I sit up, and walk up to the man, annoyed by how I couldn't look down at him. "State your offer, or get out of my spaceship. As you've noticed, I have a lot of work ahead of me."

thewizardguy said
I chuckle, unimpressed, as I walk over to my main screen, turning my back to the stranger. "You really do remind me of my friend. His name's Bob. You see, Bob was always offering people deals. He could steal your body, bind your soul and control your mind, but he needed you to agree. Just one moment of stupidity." I turn, and put down my coffee, leaning down on the stained desk, my face serious. "I'll need it all on paper, if we're making a deal."