Elysia - CVnU Location

@JohnMetro:

While standing in his war room, the menacing Iron Tyrant answers the call by projecting Metro's image in front of him through a series of holographic rendering devices.

"Speak."

@Warsman: Metro's old wrinkled face was red with fury. "What in the world are you doing you incongruous authoritarian!?" He glared at his screen, his cane and the gem still in hand. "You've ruined the plan!"

@JohnMetro:

"John, who between us is closer to the goal than the other? I have not thwarted the plan, I have merely accelerated it,"

He pines over maps of the multiverse and many multiverses beyond that. His malicious ire focuses in on the center of these anomalies.

"As a surgeon of the cosmos, I must take great care in tending to the heart."

@Warsman: John didn't flinch at the quiet insult. "You've only accelerated your downfall, and in doing so you've jeopardized me and my people." He glared at the screen, his gem flaring with power. "Do you think you're some kind of god!? Do you think you're unstoppable!?"

@JohnMetro:

Warsman rolls the fingers of his left hand, drumming along to the tune of the Reality, Time, and Mind Gems humming in unison on his gauntlet.

"I am very close, John. Immeasurably close. With both the Cosmic Cube and the Infinity Gauntlet, I can rule as I see fit. But they are merely stepping stones. True godhood lies in my greatest creation. The PHALANX is not only capable of controlling those it infects with the techno-organic virus, but the Hellspores it commands act as a relay - the target of which is the location of my desires, the reason I started this war in the first place,"

He looks into Metro's weathered eyes, piercing his very soul with the fire of his bravado.

"I have found it. The Heart of the Omniverse. It lies Beyond."

@Warsman: Fear gripped Metro's old heart. The look in Warsman's eyes were not that of madman, he seemed so truthfully and horribly sane. "The Heart of the Omniverse..." Metro said, his voice barely a whisper. "You really must have gone mad. You honestly expect to make a god of yourself."

@JohnMetro:

"If knowledge is madness, then the sane world be damned!" Warsman declared proudly.

"This expedition will be a monumental profit to both of us. I sense doubt in your mind, but not outright treachery - yet. There is still time to reconsider your anxieties."

@Warsman: "And how do I profit from this?" John sighed, trying to restrain his rage. He had realized the powers he was dealing with here. "Do you honestly expect me to declare war on my own nation?"

@JohnMetro:

"You have bargained many times for immortality - and failed. Once I am in possession of even a sliver of power from the Heart of the Omniverse, then I shall restore you to your youth forever. Should I begin to master the Heart, then I would be in need of a pantheon of gods, would I not?" Warsman replied, leaving the rhetorical question to fester in Metro's vivid imagination.

"Everything John Metro ever wanted, would be his, and all I ask is his continued loyalty."

@Warsman: John glared at Warsman. "I had a business partner who promised me similar things you know. Now he's gone and I have a Ventanisum plate in my head." John's rage faltered as he continued. "However, you seem to be in a far more likely position to keep your word, so I will keep our alliance. I will assist as needed, but I must not allow our alliance to open knowledge to others. Lest one of your foes comes to kill me in the dark night."

@JohnMetro:

"Your security is top-priority. Evidence of this conversation is being destroyed as we speak."

@Warsman: "Good then. For now I will act as your quiet knife in the dark."

"Warsman?"

Angel steps into the castle of Warsman, still under the control of PHALAX, his eyes glowing gold through his red goggles, he cautiously walks through the long halls of Warsman's castle before reaching his throne room, "Mr Warsman, I have news of Croatia, everything is going to plan but there is a problem." Angel turns his staff into a makeshift stool and sits down, "and I need your help big guy."

@King Hyperion:

Several Warbots descend from the heavens, forewarning something with their presence. As they navigate the hallways of the Prussian estate, they focus on a singular task. Nothing is recorded or sought after in the mansion save for the wheelchair-bound man tied to their memory banks with the name "Hyperion." At length, they find him in a room overlooking the mountains. The true Warsman materializes once they find him.

"Hello, my old friend."

@King Hyperion:

"You shall have refuge in my home country. Come, we're leaving for Elysia," he said as a Warbot placed its hands on the handles of Hyperion's wheelchair.

"The aircraft I ordered for is landing as I speak."

@King Hyperion:

"Rest well," the Iron Tyrant spoke before Hyperion fell into his deep slumber. "Get him aboard the ship,"

The Warbots did as they were commanded of. Warsman conjured a doppelganger in Hyperion's hunched image and rigged it to explode when disturbed. They were halfway to Elysia before the mansion they left behind went up in ethereal flames. Before long, they were in sight of Warstodt, an island of civilization in the radioactive hellhole Elysia had become after the great war. The aircraft landed silently and the Warbot in charge of Hyperion's wheelchair followed the Iron Tyrant with its master's friend rolling along in front of him. Warsman knew Hyperion had awoken by now.

"It is far more preferable to a hospital, I think," he said in reference to the massive castle looming over them. "Are you ready to find your strength again?"

@King Hyperion:

"I am sorry, old friend, but I am not as trustworthy as I used to be. Traitors and deceit contributed to the devastation you see before you, most notably members of my own Cabal,"

Warsman glides his finger over the air in front of him, bringing to bear an astral computer that obeys his every command.

"Grand Duke Harrow went missing during the war. I retook his Time Gem. Sith Lord Coven and Mr. Metro hold the Space and Power Gems, respectively. Amora the Enchantress still holds the Soul Gem, though her motives carry her elsewhere and to the eaves of the house of the Illuminati. In total, I have four Gems. Three-hundred and sixteen artificial Cosmic Cubes still remain in the armory. Though we are from a similar time and place, Hyperion,"

The android dictator's eyes flashed an angry red, his human-like computer brain breeding thoughts of contempt for those who have betrayed his very finite trust.

"I do not trust you enough to freely give you such information. I shall return you to the prime of your life as well as lobotomize portions of your brain in order to prevent further...incidents. I will also give you want you think you need in terms of powers. I have a catalog of them at my disposal."

@King Hyperion:

"Help?" He growled, turning away from his computer suddenly and glaring into Hyperion's only visible eye.

The metal monarch placed his hands on Hyperion's face, cradling the life of the very fragile villain in his cold, calculating, and murderous grasp.

"Warsman needs no-one's help. You are here because it would be a waste for you to rot in a UN-sanctioned prison hospital for the rest of your days. You are here because I offer you power. Leave the rebuilding of Elysia to me. The rebuilding of the Omniverse is at hand."

@King Hyperion:

Assessing what he had caused in Hyperion's brain, he relented his grip, yet kept his deadly hands orbiting Hyperion's cranium.

"Inflicting pain on you now is irrelevant and unnecessary. What is necessary is for you to leave that blasted wheelchair and be strong again,"

With merely a thought, the floor opened into an elevator shaft of which the floor they stood on played a part. As they progressively descended into Warsman's laboratories, the Warbot kept its fingers clasped around Hyperion's wheelchair - his crutch as well as his prison - from moving. The Iron Tyrant assumed a more regal posture and folded his arms behind his back as the distance between the ground level and the first fleeting glances at his scientific brilliance melted away into a massive undertaking of engineering and technological mastery.

"Ten miles of my own personal laboratories, even more further down and closer to the Earth's mantle. It is its own underground continent dedicated to serving my every purpose. It is also your new home."

@King Hyperion:

"Everything,"

The android conqueror pointed into the distance, where a series of massive sealed gates foretold of another compound just beyond their girth as they spanned the height of the ten-mile-deep complex.

"Behold, the door to the Beyond Realm."

@King Hyperion:

"The Beyond Realm is simply that - beyond. To our understanding, it is like an ocean where our entire multiverse is merely a droplet inside of it. The Beyond Realm is one of the defenses that lies in wait for those attempting to find the Heart of the Omniverse. It is an unfathomable spacial white with no discernible beginning or end. If one goes past the Beyond, they encounter the Source Wall. What the Source Wall protects is uncertain at this point in my studies."

@King Hyperion:

"Would you rather go back to the Hospital when I have presented you with the chance for everything you've ever dreamed of?"

@King Hyperion:

The hydraulics of the elevator platform click into a locked position, opening into Hyperion's personal quarters.

"Warbot number 565 shall attend to you. Meet me in the genetics lab when you are ready."

With no further words, the android dictator disperses his molecular structure and materializes somewhere far away to observe the mentally retarded Milo Archer clones and his continued study of their behavior.

(Time for the fast forward button)

@King Hyperion:

"False. Mental rewiring has mandated that the Milo Archer series one through eighteen be prioritized for shock and awe combat. Their basic knowledge of chi is enough to overcharge their bodies and turn them into living bombs."

@King Hyperion:

"No. Milo Archer is a student of the Impero - Ishin Keijijo, my greatest nemesis. He has impeded my progress for far too long. Until the implementation of my new robotic form, Ishin relied on a martial art that targeted parts of the human body to paralyze and constrict movement on a physical and metaphysical level. Now, I am without such qualms, and I am stronger than Ishin now. I can defeat him without troubling my advanced mind with such trivial matters. These clones,"

The android swept his metal fingers across the glass, sending the Milo Archers into disarray out of fear. They understood his presence meant death for at least one of them. They were frightened beyond capacity for understanding.

"They are the perfect weapon to use against him."

@King Hyperion:

"All I require of you," Warsman began, turning from his observation of the clones back to his wheelchair-bound ally. His facial features glowed a seething crimson.

"Is your undying loyalty - and I shall make you strong again."

@King Hyperion:

Dismissing the Warbot, the automaton warlord notices a faint light from his chest underneath his fresh bandages.

"Scanning. Unidentified technology present. What is in your chest?"

flies into there air space

@King Hyperion:

Without immediately answering Hyperion's question, he taps the core of the artificial heart once - instantly learning about it through a nonverbal connection between machines.

"Recalculating. Initial query proven true. I am able to reactivate the Dream-Thought Drive, though implementation of my specific brain patterns is required. Do you accept?"

@Charles D. Blue:

A trio of Warbots fly alongside the metahuman.

"Unspecified visitor. Present identification or be destroyed."

@King Hyperion:

"Compiling. Recalculating," Warsman responded, meeting the semi-visible rainbow-colored tendrils of information with his fingertips. The result was as if he was tapping the surface of a pool of water, the ripple effect creating rings in the air in front of him.

"Conclusion: you are too physically weak to continue. Supplement is required,"

Without mercy, the Iron Tyrant lashed out towards the cage with the Milo Archers, grasping one by the throat and forcing him against the bars.

"Supplement found. Begin the transition."

@King Hyperion:

"Scanning. Nanobot transfer successful. 100% of surface area covered. Power level slowly draining though such information is inconsequential at the moment," Warsman stated bluntly, studying the progress so far.

"Personal jubilation can wait. Testing needs to be done. Experiments need to be completed. A country, expanded by war, needs to be rebuilt."