Grim Views

((Vilmah started a thread for us "retired" folks in which she just wanted to see where our respective characters were at this very moment and she titled it "Debris" and I just had to post a little something.

So if any of you wonder whatever happened to Bloodscream...))

http://wow-tng.org/showthread.php?22948-Debris

((Thanks for sharing! You ever coming back? And hi from Lilliana! :) ))

((Transcribing it here since it's going to be longer here than there...))

In the space between spaces, wrapped in the swirling chaos of the Nether floated a large structure.

It was his laboratory.

Quite by accident he had found that Titantech seemed to respond faster when not shackled by the paradigms of formed worlds.

So he had built this place, between worlds, to conduct his experiments in peace.

It was an imposing structure of titanium and nether forged adamantium, a rare form of the metal recovered from battle with Deathwing.
It had taken some doing to locate the plates at the bottom of the ocean and more to recover them but it had been worth it.

An ominous looking metal cylinder with a multitude of lights and antennas along it's surface, it hung menacingly in the Nether.
The collector array fanned out at the front was regularly being struck by arcs of Netherfire, harnessing them for power.

It was a marvel of Orcish engineering using techniques and technologies left by the Titans, re-imagined and re-engineered.
Every bolt, every wire had been designed and installed by one single Orc, possibly the leading authority on Titantech across the known realms.

A single Orc who was at that very moment, drifting by naked in a slow backwards somersault with a slightly disturbed look on his face.

"Well....shit." Bloodscream thought to himself as he drifted away from his lab.

The lab was shrinking in the distance of the chaotic void that was the Twisting Nether.
Bloodscream rubbed at his right ear where a small scar went mostly unnoticed.
The Hearthchip opened communication with the lab.

"Jeeves dispatch E.R.D.'s to sector twelve, scan for my lifesigns and this Hearthchip signal.
He saw four small orbs come out of the cylinder and begin towards him in formation.
"Emergency Response Drone team Alpha has been launched boss."

"Out of curiosity Jeeves where is my armor?" He really was curious about that.
"The Mark IV Explorer armor is right here Boss, on induction pad Two, recharging and running diagnostics after successful recall."

"Hmmm me and my naked ass would like to challenge your definition of "successful"

Bloodscream scratched at one of his tusks as the drones arrived and the soft hum and greenish light of the telekinetron beam surrounded him.

That put an end to the spinning and Bloodscream was thankful for that.
Then an arc of Netherfire seemed to come out of nowhere the way they often did and slammed into the rescue drones.
Bloodscream was less thankful for that.

"Son of a..." he exclaimed as the dimensional rip tore through the drones and the kinetron field went haywire and fired him like a canon ball across the void.

Thankfully he was fired roughly towards the lab, which he would shoot past in little time but if little time was all that was at hand then little time would have to do.

Bloodscream was screaming now, not that it made a difference to the hearthchip which equalized all to a loud whisper.

"JEEVES BRING THE RIPPER CANNON ONLINE! LOCK ONTO MY SIGNAL AND STANDBY TO FIRE ON MY MARK!"

Jeeves thought it best to forgo the argument in which he mentioned the ripper cannon was an untested prototype. He also decided not to mention that without a metallic shell surrounding him, their current calculations were unusable. He just locked onto the signal as it raced by and off towards the darkness.

The sheer complexity of the calculations racing through Bloodscream's mind cannot accurately be described.

"Target acquired, standing by." came Jeeves voice.

Bloodscream had no time to double check his math, if the ripper was still calibrated using the baseline from Azeroth, which he was quite certain it was he just needed the right ambient power spike to reverse nether X cohesion for a moment and...

There was a bright light as an arc of Netherfire blinded Bloodscream and he felt the energy pulse wash over him.

"FIRE!!" he bellowed through the pain.

He felt the ripper's ray hit him, he watched the cascade form and the material of the universe rip and in an instant was pulled through the rip and vanished.

Inside the rip all was white light and muted sound. It was only a moment and then he was spat back out into a world of shapes and colors.

Bloodscream opened his eyes and there a few hundred feet below him was Orgrimmar.

He roared triumphantly. He had done it. He had properly calculated the jump and saved himself from an uncertain fate adrift in the Nether using what he had always perceived as his greatest weapon, his mind.

A mind that at that very moment, was tapping him gently on the shoulder ever so apologetic about interrupting his jubilance and pointing down towards the ground far below while offering a brief tutorial on gravity.

"Well...shit." Bloodscream thought to himself as he plummeted towards the city below.

The Auction house had never been one of Greebo's favorite places.
It was loud and it smelled funny and it was looked upon with disdain if he killed anyone in here.
He pulled at his hood, retreating further into it's velvetty coddling as he perused the inventory.

Thieves these goblins were, the markup on some of these items was worthy of hellfire.
Greebo reminded himself of the endless speeches he endured the last time he had killed auctioneers.
In the end he tried haggling with the tiny green annoyance but gave up in frustration after twenty minutes of butting heads with the creature.

The last components for his latest work were available but market price was simply ridiculous. He headed for the door fuming.
This was not shaping up to be an enjoyable day.
He stood outside the auction house and called for his cloud serpent.
If he had had hairs on the back of his neck, they would have stood.
He cocked his head to the side and refreshed his Fel Armor spell.

Nothing seemed out of place.
Yet something was wrong, he felt it.

After a moment he pushed the thought out of mind.
"This whole place is off..." he mumbled as he climbed atop his steed.

With one powerful leap they took to the sky and that's when he heard it.

It was a whistle, no a wail... a... howl?
He thought perhaps it could be speech and tried to make words out of the sound growing louder.

"Oooh Kah Bah Lo?" he thought.
"Ookah Bello?" he guessed.

Then he heard it more clearly.
His eyes went wide with surprise and horror, he knew that voice.

"LOOK OUT BELLOW!!"

He looked up suddenly and with an icy crackling growing in his throat uttered the name.

"Bloodscr..." he was cut short by 500 pounds of naked Orc falling from the sky.

The cloud serpent coiled in on itself with the impact firing the warlock up and out of his saddle.

Bloodscream bounced off the serpent towards a tower.

He just missed the roof but he caught the awning which tried to help him but surrendered with a sharp crack as the beams split and the tarp tore sending him down to the next awning.

He crashed through three awnings and then rolled out across the plaza between the bank and auction house, beaten and bruised but breathing.

As fate would have it he came to rest next to a pile of crates who at this moment were playing host to Greebo's dishevelled, ass over tea kettle self.

He lay in the crates for a moment. Satisfied his protective spells had prevented injury, he sat up to confirm he had not just hallucinated that.

Lying naked on the ground a few feet away, somewhat battered and breathing heavily was Bloodscream.

"Well....shit." Greebo though to himself as he stood from the wreckage and dusted himself off.

(( http://wow-tng.org/showthread.php?22948 ... post406715 for a hilarious visual ))