Post by Agent Storm on Aug 25, 2006 15:48:38 GMT -5
It was a recently discovered dimension, controlled by Nemesis and his armies. Unai Kemen had asked her to go there to help the resistance forces rescue one of their leaders. He’d mentioned that the request came directly from the FBSA, so he was sending his best person. Chandra had had to chuckle at that; Unai had no idea how much practice she’d had in guerilla warfare.
What he hadn’t mentioned was that on this particular world, hyper-technology and magic did not function reliably. From her best guess, the place seemed to be similar to her own home, a dynamic consensus-based reality based on the combined works of Jules Verne and Nemesis. Her early experiments had shown that this place, like her home, came complete with static reality backlash. The discovery had tempted her to go back to Unai and tell him to find someone whose powers worked better here, but she’d been here for almost half an hour and had yet to encounter any sign of life, much less Nemesis or resistance forces.
Her communicator crackled, picking up police reports from Peregrine Island. Chandra frowned; there were multiple reports of masked and costumed thugs attacking the area near Portal Corps. Bad timing, when she was on the other side of one of their portals. She murmured into the comm., glancing around the forested hills.
“I got the police report. Is anyone on-scene?”
“*crackle* Squad is *hiss*, Storm. Just stay *static*, it’s being *crackle*.”
She frowned again, turning around.
“Parker, your signal is breaking up. Repeat, your signal is breaking up.”
A hiss and crackle of static was the only response she heard. Turning, she began jogging back to the portal. The Union’s communicators were certified for trans-dimensional signal, as long as there was an active portal present. If the signal was breaking up this badly, something was wrong.
Something was wrong. The normal blue-white energy of the dimensional portal was shot with reddish-yellow, fluxing in and out of the containment field. Swearing in Hindi, Storm snarled into her communicator.
“The portal’s fluctuating. Can anyone hear me?” A hiss of static was the only response. Parker’s voice spoke in the back of her mind, asking what her situation was. She briefed him quickly, telling him that she was fine, that she was at the portal, and that it was unstable.
“I’m attempting to stabilize the portal.” Voice and mind both, and she could only hope that Parker was relaying her situation to the rest of the coalition. Closing her eyes, she focused her senses on the flickering portal. Nothing. She could, dimly, sense the portal’s energies, but the rules of this world and her own inability to manipulate the portals directly kept her from stabilizing it. “I can’t get it, Parker, it’s an Order of Reason paradigm.” She knew he’d heard that. They’d be able to stabilize the portal from the other side easily enough, Paragon City was flexible enough to allow for almost any twists in reality. Pacing around the portal, Storm waited.
Tendrils of pinkish-purple energy began to emanate from the unstable portal as she waited. Her eyes widened. That looked almost like…”Sheka! The portal’s fluctuating! It’s not holding!”
::Dammit, Storm, get out of there!:: Parker shouted into her mind. Chandra took a step towards the portal, and her body shuddered as the Quantum energies pulsed out from the containment field. She began to turn, to run away, but there wasn’t time. She heard a dull “whump” sound, searing pain, and then…blackness.
What he hadn’t mentioned was that on this particular world, hyper-technology and magic did not function reliably. From her best guess, the place seemed to be similar to her own home, a dynamic consensus-based reality based on the combined works of Jules Verne and Nemesis. Her early experiments had shown that this place, like her home, came complete with static reality backlash. The discovery had tempted her to go back to Unai and tell him to find someone whose powers worked better here, but she’d been here for almost half an hour and had yet to encounter any sign of life, much less Nemesis or resistance forces.
Her communicator crackled, picking up police reports from Peregrine Island. Chandra frowned; there were multiple reports of masked and costumed thugs attacking the area near Portal Corps. Bad timing, when she was on the other side of one of their portals. She murmured into the comm., glancing around the forested hills.
“I got the police report. Is anyone on-scene?”
“*crackle* Squad is *hiss*, Storm. Just stay *static*, it’s being *crackle*.”
She frowned again, turning around.
“Parker, your signal is breaking up. Repeat, your signal is breaking up.”
A hiss and crackle of static was the only response she heard. Turning, she began jogging back to the portal. The Union’s communicators were certified for trans-dimensional signal, as long as there was an active portal present. If the signal was breaking up this badly, something was wrong.
Something was wrong. The normal blue-white energy of the dimensional portal was shot with reddish-yellow, fluxing in and out of the containment field. Swearing in Hindi, Storm snarled into her communicator.
“The portal’s fluctuating. Can anyone hear me?” A hiss of static was the only response. Parker’s voice spoke in the back of her mind, asking what her situation was. She briefed him quickly, telling him that she was fine, that she was at the portal, and that it was unstable.
“I’m attempting to stabilize the portal.” Voice and mind both, and she could only hope that Parker was relaying her situation to the rest of the coalition. Closing her eyes, she focused her senses on the flickering portal. Nothing. She could, dimly, sense the portal’s energies, but the rules of this world and her own inability to manipulate the portals directly kept her from stabilizing it. “I can’t get it, Parker, it’s an Order of Reason paradigm.” She knew he’d heard that. They’d be able to stabilize the portal from the other side easily enough, Paragon City was flexible enough to allow for almost any twists in reality. Pacing around the portal, Storm waited.
Tendrils of pinkish-purple energy began to emanate from the unstable portal as she waited. Her eyes widened. That looked almost like…”Sheka! The portal’s fluctuating! It’s not holding!”
::Dammit, Storm, get out of there!:: Parker shouted into her mind. Chandra took a step towards the portal, and her body shuddered as the Quantum energies pulsed out from the containment field. She began to turn, to run away, but there wasn’t time. She heard a dull “whump” sound, searing pain, and then…blackness.