Chaotic Impulse - The IC thread

Yucatan Peninsula

While the Ancient Aliens show was certifiably insane with it's position on the degree of involvement the extraterrestrial has had on human history; it was not completely wrong on one premise. That the past had more power than it was commonly given credit. Yuri had become aware of an enclave of such aliens, lost to history as they retreated from a once prominent lifestyle due to conflict with the gods of the people who lived here. That it why Yuri had sent Lyra to gather something from the old home of the Maya, where in an earlier age, a great people had built a civilization that still drew the fascination of the modern world. Here she had an objective, retrieve a true crystal skull, and anything else that may be of interest in the general area she was told to search for the artifact.

The armoured marauder had already put down several hapless military, police, and mercenary units that had gotten in her way, always making sure to silence them so that her mission would avoid unneeded complications. But it seemed that one more such complication had decided to throw itself at her. Hot on the trails of whoever managed to leave the trails of devastation she did when carrying out Yuri's will, the primalborn sensed incoming thought waves approaching her, fast.

Seeking to draw the entire team in, she willed her armor away, appearing in her "street clothes" as the layers of divine steel enwrapping her vanished in flashes of light before any of them were capable of seeing her. To them, all there was to see was a lost little girl with maroon eyes, startling white hair, and a purple hoodie. The team, compelled to help due to their altruism, descended towards her, it's ensemble a large and impressive one consisting of gods, aliens, robots, metas, mutants, tech users, psychics, mages, the whole nine yards,

"Are you lost girl? What is your name?" One of them asked, someone imbued with the power of the mighty gods of the Aztecs, dressed in a garb that Lyra found disgustingly silly looking. She reflexively flinched away from his touch, not wanting to dirty herself with his unclean hands. She remained silent, but maintained a false image of sobbing prefusely to make it seem she truly was lost.

"Teliquotl, we must take this girl to the home base. Before that metal thing stalking the land reaches her." The team mystic, clad in an outfit so stereotypically wizardish that it would have caused physical pain in the more fashion conscious. She herself didn't really care though, she just had to make sure as many people were within range as possible before making her move. "Come with us small one, we have the facilities to ensure your care." An adamantium robot said as it reached it's hand out to her. The adaptoid was the greatest threat obviously, so it had to be the first to die.

Reaching out her hand to the machines', she gripped it, the team looking hopeful for a moment before the groan of primary adamantium giving way and crunching under unbelievable pressures as she squeezed with as much force as she could muster; bolstered by tacticle telekinetics reached the team's disbelieving ears before she kicked the machine in the chest and gave it a full blast of thrusting telekinetic energies to completely tear it's arm off with almost contemptuous ease. "Mother of god! She's the demon! Take her down now!" One of them shouted, some idiot with a cape and an array of gadgets. With a thought, she stole the bonds that kept his cells together, and before the man could throw one of his gadgets he flopped down into a mass of cells leaking out of his costume, no sign existing that this clump of organic matter ever lived.

One of them, a matter warper, tried to transmute her into stone, but he found that there was no matter to actually warp; just a solidified super-condensed chunk of the concept of unity taking the shape of a girl and mimicking the functions of organic life. Focusing her eyes on the warper, she stared deep into his mind and flensed apart his psychic defenses. She implanted new thoughts into his old, taking over his mind, tearing away all that made him who he was until all that was left was a puppet of her, and thus Epsilon. "Kill for Yuri." He said, eyes glazed over as his mind was reduced to nothing more than the strings with which she pulled this puppet.

A thought to her whip was met with the weapon snapping to life, a single whipping motion bringing the divine steel weapon swinging across the area, crackling and humming with energy as it sliced through more than a dozen heroes, their bodies bursting into flames from the charge of evil and psychic energies maintained within the weapon as it finally slowed down it's trajectory in response to her thoughts, recoiling with a single command as she scanned the area, sensing the fear, shock, and confusion of her enemies.

Sensing an incoming speedster, she waited for just the moment when he came within striking distance before suddenly beginning to move far beyond even this user of the speed force's ability to perceive her. "What the?" She thought as she raced around the area at speeds so fast that lightning would have seemed to have moved like molasses on a cold day. But Lyra soon provided her with the answer to the question of where she was by suddenly zooming in front of her, slamming her opponent in the gut to send her tripping over before grabbing her by the head and hip and placing her knee out in front. With a sickening snap at unimaginable speeds, she tore her enemy completely in half, using her telekinesis to prevent herself from being stained with her enemy's blood.

Her surviving foes were treated to the sight of her armor reforming around herself, plate by plate while telekinetic tendrils reached out and flattened everyone, sweeping even those with super-density abilities clean off their feet while others were flat out skewered before being exploded into gory chunks by expanding telekinetic fields. Her tiny spheroids of Neutron degenerate matter, kept hidden in her pockets, soon joind the cacophany of noise and violence by emerging to spin around her head as it was concealed by armor once more.

"Glorias! RALLY! BRING HER DOWN FOR THE FALLEN!" Said the leader of a home grown Mexican superhero team. The first counter-strike, a launched at-latl made out of the Aztec equivalent of Uru, bounced clean off of her first layer of shielding; the defense forming a glowing bubble around herself as she turned to the source of the attack. When she did, an enormous storm of magical energy from the team's resident female mystic tore forward, attempting to smite her down, but Lyra focused on the bonds that maintained the spell itself, dissolving them, stealing them for her own benefit as the spell began to fizzle out of existence, only to be replaced with a lightning bolt so hot that matter lost all form in it's presence; dissolving into nothing more than a mass of undifferentiated higgs bosons. In a spectacular white flash, she and all those else the lightning arced to were annihilated, without so much as ashes to ever testify to them ever being there.

Attempts to pin her down were met with her dissolving into the very concept of unity and bonds, rematerializing elsewhere to wreak havoc with her whip, mind, and her ability to strike at basic concepts of reality. When the god-blessed tried desperately to slam his Macuahuitl into her back, screaming "GODS DAMN YOU!" as she tore the blood from three remaining team-mates to form into a whip that she used to eviscerate another, she simply turned around to block the weapon with her armoured hand, twist to the side, and snap a weapon almost as tough as mjolnir in half like a cheap toy. Powering past his attempts at blasting her with everything he had, she simply twisted off his head at the first available opportunity.

Turning to those who remained, she lifted her neutron orbs and javelin into the air mentally and looked over the remaining survivors, and with a single gesture; each and every one was taken down by either her self dividing javelin or the furious orbs of impossibly dense matter piercing right through them and them ripping them apart with the ensuing shockwave. But for all of her massacre, the Adaptoid, barely functional but still capable of communicating, crawled forward to send out an urgent call across the world.

"+To all those who can listen...this is...the Glorias...we are being wiped out...exterminated by an unknown foe of tremendous power. Recordings damaged...but..she seems...far more innocuous than she truly is. Come to these co-ordinates...stop whatever she has planned...g-god...save us a-+" He never managed to finish the sentence before the Javelin ripped right through his head. Her work done, she telekinetically collapsed each of the corpses into neutronium orbs, trophies to keep around herself and to use as weapons if need be.

Turning around, Lyra continued on her search for the lost treasures of the Cuotl. She had already wasted time toying with these fools, and was ill inclined to accept further delays. She hoped that Yuri would be able to understand her indulging in some showmanship, it was one of the few times she felt like she could really act on her own accord, rather than by Epsilon's constantly guiding hand. She was aware that due to her failure to intercept the transmission due to a moment of hotheaded arrogance, she had opened herself to the possibility of further retaliation, likely from those more prepared to face someone of her caliber than these un-coordinated fools were.

Eliot's craft drifted slowly through the solar system, coming to a small, controlled stop next to the rings of Saturn. He took a second to admire the view before activating his sublight drive. Propelling him across the system at high speeds, he inspected his cloaking device, making sure it would remain active as he initiated planetary re-entry. He didn't want any astronomers freaking out over his presence here. It was, admittedly, good to be home. Memories came flooding back, though he took a moment to remind himself that they were not his. He was merely a duplicate of a regular man who had lived decades ago on this world. Grown in a Conglomerate-owned space station, he had never truly experienced the memories that filled his head. But it's our memories who make us who we are, sport, he remembered his father saying. Although that memory was probably inserted into his head by a Conglomerate scientist to make life a little easier, it felt real enough to be true.

His eyes narrowed as his ship picked up a massive spike in alien technology in the Central American region of his homeworld. While alien influence was not entirely out-of-place on this planet (he himself was living proof of that), a spike this huge indicated an interstellar artifact, or a malfunctioning warp drive, or...well...something worth investigating. Maneuvering his ship deftly through the atmosphere, and avoiding any contact with airplanes or hang gliders, he eventually comes to a stop over the region that the ship detected the energy spike in.

"Lewis, Clark. Make sure the ship is ready for a speedy takeoff. We might need to get out of here quickly."

His automated allies, jokingly named after the famous pioneers, regarded him with suspicion. One of those "feelings" he's always talking about. Brilliant.

Whenever he said something like that, things never went as planned.

@jack_: @_avatar_ (As @the_undying_tombstone )

@_qanda_ Tombstone was not investigating the spike in alien energies, or at least, such was not his primary objective. Rather he was investigating what he saw as more important, the sudden and violent demises of several dozen metas in Mexico, and he made plans to leave the moment he received the first news reports about their disappearances. Few beings were capable of tearing right through an entire super-team like that, and so far most of the entities he knew possessed that kind of power didn't have the personality traits to go on this kind of a rampage or weren't here at the time. This worried him, he liked being secure in his knowledge that he had tabs on the majority of the Earth's metahuman population, and unknown factors bothered him.

When he left the Champion base, he had already contacted another part of his team known for their detective skills, the immortal but paranoid Qanda, known for having the mindset to find clues and patterns where others would be left stumped. His eternal companion and sidekick Lenore would also accompany him, he could always entrust her to watch his back on even the most dangerous of assignments. "I'm heading to investigate the disappearences of the Glorias in Mexico, and I could use your help. if you can wrangle any other Champions to come with you, I'd be highly appreciative, I'm not sure if I have the gumption to fight whoever caused this alone, and I could always do with a few extra hands." The message said; the datanote containing coordinates of where he was heading, deep within the bowels of the Yucatan peninsula.

When he arrived, he immediately set about tracking where they last went, using his ability to track the recently departed to penetrate into the darkest bowels of the jungle. The dense shrubbery and forestry were of no impediment to him, he was able to simply phase through any such obstacles in his way with the same amount of effort one would put into walking plainly. "You sure about not bringing out your suit as soon as possible?" Lenore asked as her transparent body shifted through plant after plant and animal after animal, the ghostly girl looking up at her guardian with inquisitive eyes.

"When I'm absolutely certain that I'll need it, I'll bring it out. Otherwise I'm too worried about causing collateral damage. People could get hurt with the amount of damage I could inflict in that thing, whole countries decimated." He responded as his senses finally brought him to the site of the climactic, if utterly one sided clash. "No..." He said lowly, his stern demeanor loosening as he finally gazed upon the works of this mysterious adversary of his. A large portion of the jungle was outright flattened, and the screams of those who died in agony could be heard echoing in both of their heads.

"Hot damn." Lenore said as she whistled, trying to focus on the emnations of the recently departed to piece together what happened a few moments, making her elegant somatic gestures and incantations of magical power to pry the answers from the dead. But Tombstone's own highly alert senses picked up something else entirely. The faint sound of something landing nearby. As lenore continued her ritual, he decided to go in and investigate the disturbance, phasing right through the dense brush of the Jungle to come upon something that he took a few moments to register as a spaceship. If he had eyes in his empty sockets, he'd have narrowed them, but instead he kept up his ghostly stare, returning to lenore in a puff of black smoke.

But before he could report to Lenore, the ground began to shake and heave violently, as if under the grip of a great earthquake, thundering and cracking as something seemed to pulse through the ground like an enormous mechanical heartbeat. Multiple villages nearby were devastated by the seismic upheavals, and in mere moments, the news of an earthquake in a very unusual epicenter would reach the outside world.