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The Prophecy of Specula part 1; sorry not sorry
Topic Started: Feb 28 2016, 05:38 PM (2,586 Views)
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The project was finally complete. Canis began to cackle with glee, his face lit in sudden flashes by the crackling portal before him. Suspended within a steel structure wrapped in wires and pipes, the glowing blue disc made a deep booming sound that rose and fell as Russwallac slowly moved a lever to the right.

"Canis, are you sure this is safe?" Russ adjusted his glasses slightly and frowned into the depths of the interdimensional void.

"We knew the risks when we began this project! There's no other way. We have to know what Earth would really be like if the KT asteroid had missed!"

"Uh, of course, but we've never even tested this thing. Who knows what could happen? This could literally tear the universe apart, or even worse..."

"The Inner Circle are too close to finding our location. There's no time- this has to happen now."

"Alright, boss." Russ turned to look at Nanotyranus. "More power! Tap into the reserves if you need to!"

Nano muttered something about plausibility and flicked a few switches. The portal surged with energy, and arcs of lightning made sudden, vicious connections between it and the scaffold in which it hung. Canis shouted something, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of physics screaming in pain. Russ' hair stood on end as he kept checking the panels in front of him again and again, on alert for any sort of error or fault. Here, there was no room for mistakes.

The sound slowly faded into a quiet hum, and the three speccers began cheered with glee. "It's stable! It's stable!" Laughed Russ, as Canis cracked a beer and raised it in salute to his comrades before taking a deep gulp.

But just as they were celebrating, there was a sudden explosion which tore a wide hole in the roof of the building. Long ropes dropped from above, and down them slid the dreaded Inner Circle. Before they could react, Canis and his friends stood facing the three most terrifying people he knew- Parasky, flanked by John Faa on his right hand side and Uruf on his left. Uruf bowed sarcastically towards Canis.

"Can't you give us a few more minutes?" Pleaded Russ.

Parasky drew a bulky two-handed hammer from his belt and shook his head at Canis. "You went rogue, CL. You know what that means. With everything you know, we can't let you go free."

"Look, I had to do this. You know that."

The Administrator didn't seem to notice Canis speaking. "You were my friend once. Remember all we did together? Remember what we achieved? And you threw it all aside." He prepared himself to swing the hammer.

Faa smirked. "You did well, making this portal. But it's ours now. And I'll be the one to classify all the new pterosaurs we find!"

Canis backed away, his eyes desperate. "No!"

"And your friends? You could have told them everything. They, too, must be smote."

Russ gulped, and Nano muttered something about past participles. He had resigned himself to his inevitable fate. All was lost, and this whole project had been for nothing. They would never get to see- but then, the portal flared for a second, filling the room with blinding white light. There was the sound of heavy footsteps, and as the speccers regained their sight they saw a scarred, armoured figure striding out from the void, a dark silhouette against the bright disc behind him.

"No, it can't be." Gasped Parasky.

Canis' jaw dropped. "But that's... Temporary!"
Time flows like a river. Which is to say, downhill. We can tell this because everything is going downhill rapidly. It would seem prudent to be somewhere else when we reach the sea.

"It is the old wound my king. It has never healed."
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Keep em' coming.

I know this sounds ridiculous,, but I'm imagining a Giant Maratus Volans, Buddha Snorlax/Cockatiel Raptor/Podling, A Knight, A Titan Mech, Johnfaas' Basal Lemurs/Mega-Raptor-Vulture and some other avatars instead of actual people.
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This is the best thing I've read in a long time.

I also can't be the only one imagining people as avatars they've had at some point. We've got the knight in a room with a dude that has a shell for a head talking to a humanoid spider wearing glasses. But then King Dedede, a space unicorn, and an ostrich* break through the ceiling. It's hilarious.

*It's been a while, hasn't it?
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Excuse me? What was that last bit? Tell me more please.
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Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, an argument was going on. "Look, I'm not saying that I have it all worked out, but there are already examples of octopus moving on land for a reasonable length of time. If we had a sort of intermediate stage where they went estuarine or into brackish water then it doesn't seem so hard, does it?"

The box he was talking to shuffled slightly sideways, as its occupant poked his head over the rim. The little frog's telepathic voice sounded smooth and confident to DK1000 as he went exhaustively over every sentence DK1000 had said until the poor man was begging him to just stop god damn it Hybrid why do you do this every thread?

But then, a saviour. A flock of birds, thousands strong, descended from the sky in a swirling mass. As it touched the ground, out stepped Sheather, a finch on each shoulder and a peculiar-looking dragon resting on his head. "Hybrid you're needed in the Operations Room!!!" Yelled Sheather before disappearing back into the birds and flying away.

The frog sighed telepathically and then began its long, hopping journey back to Castle Spec. But before he could get more than a few metres, a large hand scooped him up and he found himself being held by a large, hairy troll who was absent-mindedly doodling on a tablet with his other three hands. "I got you m8" said Troll Man.

Appreciated, replied Hybrid, and they both trekked back together, unaware that everything was about to change...
Time flows like a river. Which is to say, downhill. We can tell this because everything is going downhill rapidly. It would seem prudent to be somewhere else when we reach the sea.

"It is the old wound my king. It has never healed."
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Now I'm imagining Dylan, a purple frog, a Balaur Bondoc, Hitler with a bra, Troll Man and others. Yes Holben, continue. Please. I might doodle this in class... MIGHT, because when I'm done copying from the whiteboard I usually doodle. Especiall Johnfaa twiddling his fingers and speaking his line. Yes....

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You did well, making this portal. But it's ours now. And I'll be the one to classify all the new pterosaurs we find


Where did this Idea come from Holben?
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Four handed troll? Nah, I find the image of a giant hovering nautilus much more amusing.

Pterosaurs because JohnFaa loves his pterosaurs.
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The Operations Room of Castle Spec was a masterpiece of technology and design. Its floor was glass, allowing the many and diverse species of fish swimming below to be seen, as well as a variety of other animals amongst the seaweed and the coral. The walls were actually a thick mass of trees and creepers, and the roof was designed to let birds come and go freely.

Seascorpion, Zorcuspine and Richard were already there, having heard the call already. They had taken their seats around the great Staff Table, and were a bit confused about this whole affair. In the very centre of the table was a glowing red orb which blinked occasionally, through which the HOLBEN-900 AI could speak with them.

Richard adjusted his velvet worm scarf and peered at the AI through his aviator's goggles. "HOLBEN, do you know why we've been gathered here?"

"I'm afraid not, Richard. However, Parasky made this a Class One directive, so I am taking it as an issue of great importance."

Seascorp was lying back with his shoes on the table, munching on a vegemite sandwich. "It's probably a theme change again. I was just getting used to the sky being green, as well..."

Zorc nodded in agreement. "That would make sense, Seascorp. But let's hear what he has to say."

A sleek, vicious beast with huge fangs and savage claws, its eyes glowing, padded stealthily into the chamber. Taking a look, predator-like, over each of the staff in turn, it took its place around the table. None of the others seemed to be particularly concerned.

"Ah, welcome, Monster." HOLBEN said. "They have not yet arrived."

Monster growled in a way which meant 'Hurry up, I need to get back to my gardening'.

Loud tweeting from above announced the arrival of Sheather, who took his seat at one end of the table and allowed his finches to land on everything in the room. There was soon very little space left to move. As dial entered he had to step cautiously one foot after the other in order to make his way to his own chair, where he sat down and looked quizzically at Sheather.

"Parasky told you what's up? Did he catch a live one ;) " he said.

"Hold on, hold on." Richard leaned forward. "Did you just say ;) ?"

" ;) " Replied Dial.

"I don't know what's happened yet," said HOLBEN, "but they will be here soon."

The slow, plodding footsteps of Troll Man foretold his entrance, and he made sure to place Hybrid and his gilded box on the correct chair before sitting down heavily in his own. Hybrid spoke into everyone's minds. Why were we called? He asked.

"Parasky is just arriving. He will tell us himself shortly."

And just as HOLBEN finished his sentence, the main doors swung open, revealing five figures. Canis with his arms in chains, looking pretty miserable. Parasky behind him was wearing a dark expression and still holding his Banhammer loosely in his hand. The two Inner Circle members weren't really meant to be allowed in, but no-one seemed to mind because they all shouted "TEMPORARY?!" at once.

The barrage of questions began, but Tempy waded over to the table and struck it with his clenched fist, making everyone silent. "Everyone! This is something you need to hear."

There was a growl which translated to 'Go on.'

"You are all in great danger and you don't realise it. I've been stuck between dimensions for years, ever since I was captured and thrown out of the universe by a dark force which wants only one thing- the end of Spec itself."

Cries of astonishment and muttering filled the air. But Temporary continued.

"And what's true for me is true for all the other Away Staff, too! Over the last few years we have been attacked and scattered one by one. And the Enemy is only growing stronger. I have evidence that very soon, Castle Spec itself will be under siege!"
Time flows like a river. Which is to say, downhill. We can tell this because everything is going downhill rapidly. It would seem prudent to be somewhere else when we reach the sea.

"It is the old wound my king. It has never healed."
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I'm interested to see who else makes up the enemy.

edit: Wait.... $10 on Kamineigh
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Huh. Perhaps I might get a cameo or something. It would be interesting to see me as Talon from Primal Rage.

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Amazing! I love Speculative Evolution Fanfic, dude(I think Kamineigh wrote something protagonized by Parasky)! I'm also curious about the Enemy.


Any Zapotec Bat Gods in this story? :r
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The real question, I suppose, is where Lamna and Empyreon are.
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I'm interested to see who else makes up the enemy.

edit: Wait.... $10 on Kamineigh
Maybe peashy or Skeletal Cat? Or a crew of creationists who want to destroy spec because it gets people interested in evolution??

Will this story feature any North American tyrant flycatchers?
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As I said before, the Library is like spec crack.
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