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Villain of the Day:  April 3  (The Star Siphon of Gycrux Gamma)

The red giant star of Gycrux Gamma is in its death throes.  The reptile-like creatures of Gycrux VI knew this; they had traveled the near-cosmos for nearly three hundred years, but no new home seemed possible.  The Gycrucians needed a significantly hot atmosphere--approximately 75 degrees Centigrade is comfortable for them--and no nearby star system seemed to be a reasonable fit for their environmental needs, which did not face the same challenges as their own system.

Enter Kepret-Eng.  A deep space physicist and engineer, Eng suggested a venture that had once seemed all impossible:  if the Gycrucians could not find a new home or arrest the destruction of their own star, they might be able to find a way to sustain that star indefinitely.  With this premise in mind, Eng unveiled the preliminary blueprints for a phenomenal new device:  The Star Siphon of Gycrux Gamma.   A combination of deep-space exploratory ship and inter-dimensional gateway, the Star Siphon could travel to distant stars--typically targeting still nascent yellow stars and other still-growing astral bodies--extract the fissionable material from those stars, and transport it into the core  of Gycrux Gamma.  That matter could then, potentially, fuel Gycrux Gamma indefinitely, as long as the Gycrucians kept feeding their star. 

The resources of the planet entire flooded into the Star Siphon project, culminating in the first Siphon being completed approximately 22 Terran years ago.  The first few stars targeted by the Gycrucians had few no habited planets surrounding them, but the sixth star drained left a dying race--the Modrials of Thrandil IV--stranded without their star.  The Modrials swiftly froze out, their crumbling ruins overtaken by the encroaching ice as their world became an icy waste.  The reaction to this on Gycrux VI was....divided, to say the least.  Kepret-Eng himself was horrified to watch his creation used to slay an entire star system of creatures, though the Gycrucian leadership was insistent to continue using the Siphon.  Better to save themselves using such a terrible creation than to nobly descend into astral fire.

Since that first time, no less than 4 homeworlds have been wiped out as the Gycrucian Star Siphon traverses the cosmos, ever in search of more fuel to keep Gycrux Gamma ignited.  Kepret-Eng now sits as the second in command aboard the ship, though he is constantly torn between the survival of his people--everyone he has ever known--and the countless lives his creation has extinguished.  Even still, the Star Siphon sails through the void, ever in search of new stars, fending off disaster for another day.

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More of a "race" than a "villain", but it is based on a custom villain deck I made a while ago, or I guess a "sequel" to it.

The Voices:

Before OblivAeon, before even Progeny, the heroes of earth faced another cosmic threat, the Assimilation. A being made out of cosmic energy whose raw power was comparable to even a singular entity, but there was a catch. The Assimilation was not a singular entity, it was not even a single entity. It had not one mind but thousands, each fully conscious, all aware of their massive power, and none could agree on what to do with it. Each one struggled to be a voice in what to do next, causing the body's actions to appear erratic and random, never accomplishing more than simple chaos.

Nightmist was the first to discover the secret of this reverse-hivemind, but it was the Prime Wardens who used that knowledge to ultimately defeat it. With enouh magic and raw might, they had found a way to forcefully expel some voices from the body, each taking a fraction of its power with them. The heroes continued to hammer away at it until there was nothing left, nothing left but ten thousand voices with no physical form.

Years had passed and the OblivAeon both came and went when the first of the voices returned, in the form of a purple lizard lady who called herself Abbey. Soon, many more were seemingly phasing into existance all over Earth, and rumors spread of more of them in near space as well. Their bodies being physical manifestations of their energy-based powers, their appearances vary more than that of omegas, and their personalities even moreso. Many, like Abbey, are friendly and wish to move on from -if not make up for- the destruction they had been involved in, but others still carry the dark ambitions that led to the Assimilation's extremely destructive actions.

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Villain of the Day:  April 4 (Sonny Jim, Admiral of the Blackflag)

James Coburn knew he wanted to be a pirate.  A bastard child in early 1700s Martinique, James was fascinated by the sea, often hearing tales of daring privateers, buried treasure and cannonballs thundering across the bow of massive sailing ships.  At age 14, he ran away from home, stowing away on the HMS Edinburgh, serving as a dockhand and cabin boy for the privateers aboard the vessel.  Within months, he had learned rudimentary navigation and astronomy, and even had his first scar--a slash from a French pirate during a boarding raid.  That was the first life James had taken, splitting the buccaneer's skull with a boarding axe.

James grew to love the life of a privateer, though a strange encounter many years later left him in something of the lurch.  Captaining his own vessel within the fleet of his former captain from the Edinburgh, James and his crew were tossed astray during a hurricane, leaving his sloop trapped in a bed of thick saragassum.  Within days, food and rum aboard his sloop started to run out, and mutiny soon came to the minds of his crew members.  Within hours, James was pulled from his bed, bound and gagged, and set adrift in the saragassum, left to die as the crew worked feverishly to cut himself loose.

Thirty four hours later, James Coburn vanished from this Earth.

Beamed aboard a junker starship, James awoke in a metallic cell which glowed softly with bars seemingly made of solid light.  Creatures clustered around the outside of his cell, curious as to what the little pink man with the strange clothing might be.  The captain of the vessel, a Gornab known as GaBESH, soon came to visit him.  Tossing a universal translator into the cell, GaBESH made his intentions known, "You.  Terran.  You serve me now.  Get dressed and get down to the engine room."

Within five days, James had led a mutiny of his own and GaBESH was unceremoniously disposed of through the airlock.

Since that day, James, now known across the galaxy as Sonny Jim, has amassed his own fleet of pirate vessels, collectively known as The Blackflag.  Together, Sonny Jim and his captains roam the space-ways, preying upon cargo ships, mining outposts, and undefended colonies throughout the galaxy.  While authorities of every known world hold a bounty on Sonny Jim's head, the pirate has become something of a folk hero throughout space, stealing from the wealthiest among the galaxy and hiding away storied artifacts and limitless wealth on long-abandoned moons and asteroids.  One can only imagine what wonders Sonny Jim and his crew have plundered, though few would dare risk his wrath by daring to steal from him...

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I only know snippets of Latin myself, but I believe "hungry iron" would be the other way around.  My understanding is that this translates more closely into "hungry for iron."

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I'm a little confused. If that all happened in the 1700s, how is Sonny Jim still alive today? Did he time travel? And if so, was it before or after he was abducted?

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Says it all.

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B-but… did the aliens time travel? Did they go through a wormhole? Did they get too close to the event horizon and time around them sped up hundreds of years? What?

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… Who did this mans hair?

 

"Aliens." :+1:

 

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If I wanted to care about comics continuity or such, I'd probably say something along the lines of "Well, Sonny Jim wasn't exactly the most talented starship captain and spent the first two years of his space-piracy career unaware of the time-dilation effects of traveling so close to the speed of light." 

But, if I'm being totally honest?  Aliens.  Plus, y'know, rule of cool.

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Villain of the Day: April 5 (Dol-Raddar, the Exiled)

Dol-Raddar has never been a welcome guest.

Originally an inhabitant of the world we know as WASP-12b, Dol-Raddar was born with an innate attunement to the ebb and flow of cosmic energies.  In the early centuries of his life, he served as his world's champion, defending it from a number of interstellar raiders, cosmic monstrosities, and would-be conquerors.  WASP-12b was one of those few worlds that even Grand Warlord Voss decided against confronting, given its remote distance and the power of its stalwart defender. Over those years, Dol-Raddar only seemed to grow stronger, his form almost completely subsumed in cosmic light.

One of his homeworlds' most stalwart allies were literally the aliens next door:  the Bellphrons of Centua II.  Often serving as a liason between the two worlds, Dol-Raddar loved nothing more than riding the spaceways, soaring on the cosmic winds between the twin planets.  However, on one such occasion, the Bellphrons greeted Dol-Raddar not with open arms, but rather with a planetary blockade, ion cannons and neutron bombardment missiles at the ready.  As Dol-Raddar attempted to ask what had happened, the Bellphron fleet opened fire, bombarding him mercilessly.  He threw up a hasty shield around himself, only to deflect the atomic fire back into the fleet itself, sending ships cascading back to Centua II in tatters.

Only then did Dol-Raddar see what he had done.  Centua's moon was thrown out of its orbit; he had often used that moon as a launching space, and had inadvertently thrust the moon away from the planet as he left for WASP-12b.  This caused untold damage to the Bellphron civilization, covering any seaside city beneath meters of water and killing millions.  In horror and shame, Dol-Raddar returned to his homeworld...only to find that he had done the same to his beloved planet.  His unleashed cosmic power had pushed his world into a decaying orbit around its star...everyone he'd ever known or loved was naught but ash.

Dol-Raddar fled.  He has sought council across the cosmos, but his very prescence and sheer power seems to invite destruction.  His voice alone on one world shattered its tectonic structure; on another world, the flecks of cosmic energy emanating from his skin ignited their atmosphere.

Since that day, Dol-Raddar has exiled himself to the deepest parts of space, where no one can find him.  His might continues to grow, and he has devoted all of his willpower and strength to containing that power.  Were someone to disrupt his concentration--or worse, exploit him for their own ends--it might mean untold destruction for the entire cosmos.

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Yeah, I totally get rule of cool, but without that explanation, it just pushes on my willing suspension of disbelief a little too hard.

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Villain of the Day:  April 6 (The Armillarius)

Malondus III went dark.  A frequent trading partner with numerous other systems, Malondus was known for its water reserves, mineral wealth, and superior craftsmanship in metalcraft.  However, for a period of nearly two Terran years, no one managed to make any contact with Malondus.  Finally, one of their neighbors send an ambassador ship to restore contact. 

That ship never returned. 

A coalition of military ships were dispatched; initial scans of Malondus demonstrated nothing out of the ordinary, outside of a large preponderance of life on the planet below.  Their landing craft, however, found something entirely horrific.

Nearly every area of Malondus was rife with cloying, growing fungus that seemed to spread and writhe as if with a mind of its own.  The coalition's troops managed to explore the Malondian capital city and took several samples, but were swiftly forced into a fighting retreat.  The green-black fungus seemed to writhe and swarm with an animalistic intelligence, infecting numerous coalition troops and drowning them in an outpouring of mold and spores.

Malondus was declared a dead world, with numerous satellites surrounding the planet bearing warnings in all known languages.  However, the damage had already been done.  Within months, each of those coalition worlds were infested with their own fungus outbreaks, fighting for the survival of their very species.

The last known contact with these worlds is a satellite-borne warning message from the Aerilan Ka, one of the military scientists of Tholas V.

"My name is First Lieutenant Aerilan Ka.  I am a member of the Tholian Void-Navy and an inter-spatial biologist.  Our world is dead.  We have been overrun by a species of virulent fungus that we referred to as The Armillarius.  We fought valiently, but no measure of atomic fire or or ionic radiation can defeat this force.  If you value your life, your species, or any world at all, you will leave us to drift through the depths of space.  Leave us as the nothing we have become, lest The Atmillarius take your people as well, if not every world ever known."

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I am all for malevolent fungus. :D

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Villain of the Day: April 7 (Intractus the Intractable)

Akash’Bhuta is unique to Earth. The spirit devouring nature being has no equal in all the universe.

The Multiverse, however? Another story.

In another distant timeline, the being that became Akash’Bhuta became only so much fodder for a more malevolent Void spirit, which had begun amassing power centuries before her creation. In that reality, this creature, called Intractus the Intractable, swarmed over the nascent sentient beings of its world, devouring their very essences and eventually overtaking the whole planet. Intractus now is, in effect, a living planet, traveling through the Void, devouring all it comes across.

Distant mages, however, have detected something strange in the form of Intractus. In addition to its ambient Void energy, Intractus seems to have some powerful mote of blood magic deep in its core. Could it be that the reason for its strength and cosmic might is actually the trapped strength of living creatures, slowly digested over the centuries and millennia?

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That really is sunbathing strange! :V

I love the name, though. Right up there with Immutus. :D

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Ugh. Fixed. That’s what I get for updating this thread on my phone in between running convention games.

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That's dedication, though!

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Villain of the Day: April 8 (Dr. Gregory Nolan, the Mesonic Man)

That Tuesday was supposed to mark a crowning achievement.  It was supposed to be Dr. Gregory Nolan's finest hour--the day that the world took its first steps towards free, totally sustainable energy.  The day he became humanity's greatest minds.

That day, he disappeared.  While the Nolan Generator continues to power the entirety of the United States' western states, Nolan himself vanished without a trace.  Despite a thorough investigation and intervention by the Freedom Five, Nolan was as good as gone.  He was nowhere on Earth.

Rather, he managed to pull himself together on a small asteroid floating through the Kuiper Belt three years later.  

You see, that fateful day, Gregory Nolan's body was utterly annihilated by a flood of unstable mesons.  Every one of his molecules was irradiated to the point of molecular disassociation, flinging him at the atomic level throughout our solar system in but an instant.  However, in that harrowing instant, something seemingly miraculous happened.  His genetic material blended with the released mesons, granting him the ability to control atomic motion at its smallest incremental level.  Much later, Nolan learned that he could speed up or slow down chemical reactions, reshape objects at the molecular level, and alter elemental structures.  He had become, for all intents and purposes, a god.

After months of separation, motes of Gregory Nolan's consciousness began to coalesce around the now-stabilized mesons in the solar system.  He called to them and, within some degree of proximity, could reabsorb them into himself, taking a shape closer to his original form.  However, even though he still appears to wear the clothing and lab coat he bore that day, something appears off about Nolan.  His body glows with a soft luminescence, though he occasionally flickers with energy, flaring and pulsing as his emotions shift.  When he speaks, he seems utterly disassociated from his earlier life on Earth, as if he can remember it, but happened to someone else.  Rather, he seems much more fixed on exploring the cosmos, understanding the fundamental forces of the forces of the universe, and finding a new version of humanity with which he can replace the old.

In addition, portions of his body seem to be incomplete, as if they were dead pixels on an old monitor.  These are a particular sore spot for Nolan, as he still views himself as "incomplete".  The only portions that will complete him?  The mesons already absorbed by the individuals now referred to as Omegas.  And when the time is right, Gregory Nolan will come to collect...

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Villain of the Day:  April 9 (The Legacy Council)

Millions upon millions of fractured timelines.  Thousands of fragmented realities.  Across all of them, the genetic aberration known as Legacy seems to be something of a fixed point.  They may not always be American, they may not always be men, they may not always be heroes...but every reality seems to have some Legacy.

With the destruction of OblivAeon in our past, most of the worlds that have ever existed have been wiped from time and space.  However, the group now calling themselves The Legacy Council have managed to thwart their own destruction...

The Legacy Council was formed by a Paul Parson dimensions away, whose superior intellect evolved over hundreds of years, allowing him to master interdimensional and interspatial travel.  His world was a utopia, though this Paul Parsons knew that it was a doomed world.  Without warning, without explanation, he simply left his world behind.   A simple note contained his last worlds to his former friends, "Regardless of what the future may hold, the Legacy will live on." 

And, in truth, that ethos has driven The Legacy Council since their inception.  Working out of a self-built deep-space station orbiting a pulsar, The Legacy Council has a prime directive of 'self-preservation'.  Alongside the aforementioned "Universe's Most Brilliant Legacy", the Legacy Council is ruled by Pl-P-563 (a Legacy who merged his consciousness with his universe's Omnitron XII, mentally overpowering and dominating the AI) and Razo'A (a Legacy who mastered blood magic, utilizing his genetic perfection in conjuntion with an artifact known as the Tear of Nakang) as a catalyst for extraordinarily potent arcane potential.  

While one might think The Legacy Council to be altruistic, reality dictates much the opposite.  As it turns out, nearly every timeline in which Legacy acted as a hero, that timeline resulted in utter annihilation.  As such, these Legacies are nothing if not pragmatic, cynical, and intensely focused.  While not villains, per se, they will stand for nothing that threatens their existence, the existence of their progeny, or their own might.

Regardless of what the future may hold, the Legacy will live on.

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America's Cleverest Legacy, what hast thou donest? D: