Adam

Ok, Hinck-mongrel, I'll shut up. Now stop getting on my nerves, please. If anyone got freakishly offended, it was a joke. Like most of the posts here. So cut the sensitivity act. I just noticed your new title, Norrington. It looks like things don't go to well when Hincley doesn't like you.

Adam followed Larkin down a corridor while Jim took an alternate route. They eventually reached a small room with screens displaying the outside, which was, thankfully, dormant. It was here that Adamw as supposed to be briefed on how he would return to the present time. "So," Larkin said, "when you came, it took a tremendous amount of energy. Fortunately, it was so much that there is probably still a trace of it on you, and we can use that as a signal to transport you back to where it first generated." Adam frowned. "'Probably'?" Larkin gave a half smile. "It's the only chan-" Adam stopped him. He could have sworn he saw something on the screen. Is that... a vehicle? The man aboard doesn't look like the Rebels... "Hey," Adam said, "what is that?" He pointed to a white object moving on the screen behind Larkin. "A biker scout!" The Rebel gasped. "The Imps must be attacking! Yes, I think I can see some AT-ST's in the distance!" Adam wasn't quite aware of what Larkin was talking about, but it sounded bad. "Maybe you should radio Butcher," he suggested. "Good idea," Larkin thanked him. A few minutes later, Adam was standing in a room with Larkin, Butcher, Loken, and a bunch of other Rebels. I hope that simonjedi doesn't mind that I continued, and I've taken the liberty to introduce Jammiedodger714 into the story.

I know that I definately annoy you. If so, then it's mutual. Sorry. Well, in addition to myself it seems that ImperialShadows (head turd) Staudie Lego12 Trexxen Quarryman and Bob the Construction Man are all turds.

Oh! Oh! Tiny Pies knows that I singed up first, via PM!

Great job! IMO, this is far better than SirNadroj's! Can't wait for the entire MOC.

You should be confused, and rather suprised when you learn the truth about me.

So, ze base is about to be attacked- do you want Jim to tell us this and we defend or something else? 'Cause I've got some really cool pictures.

I'll edit my post to involve you just being about to leave.

[in the future: Rebel Base] Adam jerked upward, to the suprise of Jim and the other man. "Ah!" the old Butcher said. "You're up. You looked quite beaten up on the ice out there." Adam looked around questioningly. Jim responded with, "You're in the future- or, for me, the present. But for you, the future." Adam gathered his thoughts. "Ok," he said slowly, "I'm in the future. So where am I and who is this?" He motioned to the other man. "And what, exactly, is going on?" Butcher coughed. "Sorry, I must of forggoten to introduce you. This is a Rebel named Larkin. He was one of the people who found Loken as well as you." Adam was more confused than ever. "Loken... he's here?" Jim nodded his head. "We're already sending him back. We must send you back too, or we'll face a far graver fate than the Imperials and Vader." Adam thought for a moment. Rebels? Imperials? What is going on? "Wait." Adam said. "What are Rebels, and what are these "Imperials"? And.... Vader?!" This time, the other man- Larkin- responded. "You don't know either? The Imperials are the guys running the galaxy now- I guess you sort of would have called them "CIS" or "Clones"." What the heck? Clones and CIS are two different things. "Wait. We- with the aid of the Clones- are fighting the CIS. They are NOT the same thing." Larkin looked at Butcher, who said, "Er... it's complicated. Nothing that you need to know about. And Vader, he is a Sith Lord. And you never told me that you are a Jedi!" "Huh?!" Adam asked, bewildered. Larkin pointed to the lightsaber on a table near him. "It was on you when we found you." He explained. This is wrong, Adam thought, I'm not a Jedi, I'm not even force-sensitive. "You must be mistaken-" He started, but Jim cut him off. "I see. Now, we must send you back." He looked rather disappointed, but Adam had bigger things to worry about. "How are you going to send me back? And if you're here, where am I?" Butcher looked away. "I'm afraid I can tell you no more. Now, if you can walk, Larkin will show you off." I changed "Garviel" to "Butcher" so that simonjedi can do what he wants.

I've been working on a banner: I've scraped these and have began something else.

In addition to my Colbert, I wouldn't mind classic pirate tosos for Fabuland figures.

Come on! That guy isn't hideous, he's actually pretty cool! Thanks, Oky! I hope simonjedi can find some way to include me. :cry-sad:

My pirate sigfig (the previous was a Space one): PS-On the right.

Well, I'm fine with you doing whatever with the story arc, just try to include me. Come back to the present- or past- however you like.

I'm hoping Al and Iris' secret son will pop up in the sequel...

More like a longer hand. LOTS of new users are joining because of this wonderful contest, and that's GREAT. I'm no admin, but I suggest that you visit the "Hello, my name is..." forum and tell us all about yourselves! To do so, click the "Hello, my name is..." forum link or call 1-800...

Yes, I agree with Norry: the black is overwhelming. I'm not telling you it isn't good, because it is, but those rubber bands really don't cut it. I know, I've seen an all black skunk, but the stripe has become rather a trademark of it and is, in my eyes, very important. Other than that, great creation!

My first thought was: wait- I'm in the future! But then I understood that you were filling the gap between the time that I was in my mind and the time I was in the future.

As they walked through a hallway, Jim observed a black wire running across the wall. He could easily guess what it meant: control panel ahead. Sure enough, Adam and Butcher soon encountered a closed door and a access panel. Butcher frowned. "Kinda Oky Wan's field, don't you think?" Adam raised a small, grey box. "He gave this to me just for this kind of situation." Jim thought that Adam looked very nervous, twitchy, almost, as he placed the box near the panel and read the code. He punched it in (with his fingers shaking, Butcher observed), and the path cleared. They walked across the new corridor, and Butcher made a startling realization. The security is rather low in here- TOO low, he thought. However, this did not seem to be on Adam's mind. Or maybe it was, for Adam was shaking. "Maybe we should split up?" He suggested suddenly. He's downrighty jumpy, Butcher thought. "Whaaat? And where would we split up? There's no fork up ahead..." Not long after that odd, brief exchange, the two encountered a strange black door. "D-do you think that this is the time machine?" Adam asked. There's definately a reason why he stuttered at the beginning of the sentence, Jim thought wildly. But then, his attention turned to the door. WAS this the time machine? All I've worked for.... and is this it? Jim asked himself. From the moment I saw that drug dealer, I knew something was up, and now I find myself inches away from a great victory for the Republic. If I this IS the time machine, and I can get the information to my superiors, the CIS plan will be terminated. We'd be one- no, ten- steps closer to defeating these guys, and am I gonna pass up an opportunity for all of that and leave this door forever closed, or am I going to jump in there, no matter what? Butcher's thoughts wre interrupted by a yell from Adam. He had collapsed to the floor, and something very strange was going on. Adam seemed to be changing, his clothes turning dark as his hair turned black as well, his bangs replaced by black locks, and then back to his normal hair. He was in mid transformation, but into what? It didn't look like a mutant, but had he really been injected? He remembered Adam's dissapearence back on the ship, and now Butcher was growing very, VERY suspicious of his comrade. Especially now that he was flailing on the floor between two different forms. "Adam!" Jim cried. "What the heck is going on?!" It wasn't Adam's voice that answered him, but a deeper, rougher voice. "That Republic fool? Soon, I will be able to gain full control of his body!" The voice switched back to Adam's. "Run, Jim! Before he- my other half- takes over!" Huh? Other half? "Whaat?! Adam-" He stopped when he- or it, or whatever- yelled again and ran foward towards the black door, almost fully transformed into the other being. But there was still a trace of Adam, for Butcher heard: "Run! I can't hold him back any longer!" Jim was shoved aside, and was able to catch a better glimpse at the man: he had a black robe with a star-coated cape, wavy black hair, and a thin mustache that was slightly more prominent than Adam's stubble. Before Butcher could react, Adam- or the other man- tumbled through the strange black door. Adam had no idea what was going on on Hoth- he was in his mind, struggling against his evil half. The evil half that was winning. How did I get myself into this? Adam asked himself. Oh yeah- never make deals with a dang statue that'll promise you your deepest, darkest desires. Yeah, 'cause they'll never keep their word. Instead, they put a megablockin' being into your body and turn you into a freak. Just what Mommys should tell their children at night. With that thought, Adam tried desperately to fight back. But the other self was winning, and it was obvious. But then out of the darkness, a flash of light sent the dark other flying away. Adam woke up in a strange room with a man and an older Jim Butcher looking at him. Yeah, I'm in the future with Garviel. I hope that's okay, because I intended to come and help him out. I'll add pics later, and I hope everyone is okay with this- you learn more about my character and nothing big happens except my time traveling.

Only 8 people left when we started with what, 20? 3 were killed the first night, then... another 1... then two... then another 1... and again, 2, and another 1... plus another tonight... and we'll throw a couple others in... woah. This'll be over in a week! If we continue at the same rate, the game will be over in 3 Baritone days!

I dunno... WHITE STRIPE!!! Did you hear something? Just kiddn'. Great little guys, reminds me of some animals I made a couple years back.

*starts to open ghostly fly and turn in Norry's direction* Alright, why don't you- oh. You were being sarcastic. Well, that wasn't nice- sarcastic.... guy! Jokin'. Where is me deady avertaree? Edit: I asked "the guy", and Iris is going down, and flaming. Thank god. *rolls eyes* I was only hitting on her because I felt sorry for her- and you say my hair is bad!

Florence, please cut the ghost stuff. It sucks, frankly. I'm not even playing the game, and it sucks. It's also no fun to read, or, I suspect, play. The days go by too fast- a new mafia game will be up in a week! Plus, you killed my girlfriend! YOU MEGABLOCKER!!!

Sorry about your chicken dying. I live in Venice, I'm about 10 yards away from a dang waterway, and the nearest chicken farm is quite a bit away. I don't have a chicken. However, I have the cutie-est golden retriever on the planet.