The Lab is a station out in deep space where Doctor Harald lives and works (when he isn't visiting the main Nexus). It has everything anyone would need to live there forever.
How do I get to it?
You get invited by Harald. It's several lightyears away, cloaked from technology and magic, and nearly invisible to the naked eye.
Who lives there?
Doctor Harald is the only living resident, but the Lab is also home to Mastermind, the A.I. programmed by Harald, and a myriad of robotic and biotech servants, lab workers and guards.
Martyn appears. First thing he does is coat his body in magical armor, protecting him from physical and magical effects. Next he creates an icicle blade. He then walks looking for Harald. Where are you, Doctor?
Martyn appears. First thing he does is coat his body in magical armor, protecting him from physical and magical effects. Next he creates an icicle blade. He then walks looking for Harald. Where are you, Doctor?
[Transporter Room]
"Here..."
The Doctor steps out from a control panel. He beckons.
"Follow me."
[Transporter Room -> Biolab]
Entering the biolab, Martyn will be amazed at the sheer size of it. The room is easily a mile long, and at least half that high and wide. Robots and strange, biotech lab-hands hurry around, conducting experiments and carrying materials.
The Doctor leads Martyn to a large, plant-like pod. It opens up, revealing tentacles and spikes on the inside, all dripping with a strange, viscous green fluid.
"This is the Remaker. It will break you down, analyse you and spin you a new body, greater than the one you wear now. The flesh I wear now is a product of this process. Enter it, and be reborn."
The Doctor steps out from a control panel. He beckons.
"Follow me."
[Transporter Room -> Biolab]
Entering the biolab, Martyn will be amazed at the sheer size of it. The room is easily a mile long, and at least half that high and wide. Robots and strange, biotech lab-hands hurry around, conducting experiments and carrying materials.
The Doctor leads Martyn to a large, plant-like pod. It opens up, revealing tentacles and spikes on the inside, all dripping with a strange, viscous green fluid.
"This is the Remaker. It will break you down, analyse you and spin you a new body, greater than the one you wear now. The flesh I wear now is a product of this process. Enter it, and be reborn."
Martyn frowns and glares at the doctor. Oh well, he knew he was safe. Rage had something over the doctor. Good. He watches the biotech lab hands scurry about like weasels, and raises an eyebrow at the pod. Damage or wound you, and I will rip you to pieces. he steps in!
Martyn frowns and glares at the doctor. Oh well, he knew he was safe. Rage had something over the doctor. Good. He watches the biotech lab hands scurry about like weasels, and raises an eyebrow at the pod. Damage or wound you, and I will rip you to pieces. he steps in!
[Biolab]
The pod closes around Martyn, and the tentacles wrap around him, running over every inch, analysing him. When they're done, they retract, and the spikes shoot forwards, puncturing into Marty and injecting acid. The agony is unbelievable as he melts, but even as he does, the tentacles come back in, spinning new flesh around him. Bone first, then cartilage and muscle, organs, nerves, veins and arteries, then finally skin.
The pod splits, dumping Martyn onto the floor. His face is probably very different (your choice what). He's now much stronger, with better reflexes, and he has much more stamina. He can run faster, and his skin is tough enough to withstand arrows.
"The first stage is complete. You have a new body, but it is still weak compared to what it could be. Follow me.
[Biolab -> Enhancement Chamber]
This room is fairly small, and mostly taken up by a large tank of electric-blue liquid, above which is a bench (one of the ones shaped like a body), and above that is a large machine with many arms, each of which ends in a blade, nozzle or other painful-looking instrument.
"You will be enhanced here beyond what any other could do. I use both traditional mechanics and biotechnology, as you have seen already, but I know how to mix and interweave the two, and how to introduce some... unusual... elements. Lie on the bench, and complete your remaking."
Martyn undresses quickly and gently rests and eases into the metal pod. He waits and breathes in heavily as it closes. He braces himself, and then feels pain as he's poked and stabbed. He groans. Not that bad. Then intense, searing pain as his body melts, and Martyn's screaming and shouting, writhing in intense pain. Then it's done..
Marty plops onto the floor and lies there, admiring his new body... No remnants reminding, no scars... Save for his eyes, still blue, one grey and lifeless. His hair is black on the right, white on the left. His face is cherubic, much like his old one... And there are still angles and shadows in his face that mirror Marty Acefords.
His body is thicker, stronger, muscular... He stands up, and moves to put on his black robes once more. He then follows Doctor Harold. Next?
((I think we may have got a little out of sync. Your last post reads like a response to the Remaker, but I had moved on to the Enhancement Chamber. I'm going to take it as read that Martyn gets onto the Enhancement Chamber bench, and go from there.))
When Martyn lies on the bench, Harald fixes him in place with various straps.
"This is going to hurt. A lot. The acid in the remaker? That's nothing compared to this. I can't give you anaesthetic, because it would ruin the bio-bonding process, and probably kill you. As it is, you have about an eighty-three percent chance of no lasting damage, fourteen percent chance of being crippled or brain-damaged and a three percent chance of death. However, I can fix most damage occurring from the implants - I've had to get good at it over the years - so in reality it's more like two percent to be crippled and six-hundredths to die. Anyway... let's get it over with."
Harald pulls a lever, and the bench descends into the tank of electric-blue. The machine comes to life, arms whirring, blades spinning, and begins to work on Martyn.
The agony is indescribable as it cuts him open, rips out parts of his nervous, circulatory and digestive systems and replaces them with metal and strange, purple bio-implants. The pain increases fivefold as the implants - especially the bio-implants - bond to Martyn's insides irrevocably - but worst of all is the cold deadness when his heart is ripped out and replaced with some strange, pulsating black globule of lab-grown flesh.
Finally, the process is over. Rage has retreated deep into Martyn's mind, but even without the spirit, Martyn is superhuman. He can see every pore in Harald's face, every hair on his arms, and every one of the uncountable rivets in the walls in minute detail. His skin is like iron, immune even to swords and axes - even minor explosions like grenades; his strength enough to throw cars without effort, his reflexes fast enough to catch a fly in midair, his stamina enough to let him sprint all day without tiring.
The internal implants grant other benefits - immunity to poison and disease, the ability to synthesise acid and spit it, an accelerated metabolism, speed and power of healing akin to Wolverine's healing factor (although not quite that strong), and a myriad of other things (feel free to improvise).
((I think we may have got a little out of sync. Your last post reads like a response to the Remaker, but I had moved on to the Enhancement Chamber. I'm going to take it as read that Martyn gets onto the Enhancement Chamber bench, and go from there.))
When Martyn lies on the bench, Harald fixes him in place with various straps.
"This is going to hurt. A lot. The acid in the remaker? That's nothing compared to this. I can't give you anaesthetic, because it would ruin the bio-bonding process, and probably kill you. As it is, you have about an eighty-three percent chance of no lasting damage, fourteen percent chance of being crippled or brain-damaged and a three percent chance of death. However, I can fix most damage occurring from the implants - I've had to get good at it over the years - so in reality it's more like two percent to be crippled and six-hundredths to die. Anyway... let's get it over with."
Harald pulls a lever, and the bench descends into the tank of electric-blue. The machine comes to life, arms whirring, blades spinning, and begins to work on Martyn.
The agony is indescribable as it cuts him open, rips out parts of his nervous, circulatory and digestive systems and replaces them with metal and strange, purple bio-implants. The pain increases fivefold as the implants - especially the bio-implants - bond to Martyn's insides irrevocably - but worst of all is the cold deadness when his heart is ripped out and replaced with some strange, pulsating black globule of lab-grown flesh.
Finally, the process is over. Rage has retreated deep into Martyn's mind, but even without the spirit, Martyn is superhuman. He can see every pore in Harald's face, every hair on his arms, and every one of the uncountable rivets in the walls in minute detail. His skin is like iron, immune even to swords and axes - even minor explosions like grenades; his strength enough to throw cars without effort, his reflexes fast enough to catch a fly in midair, his stamina enough to let him sprint all day without tiring.
The internal implants grant other benefits - immunity to poison and disease, the ability to synthesise acid and spit it, an accelerated metabolism, speed and power of healing akin to Wolverine's healing factor (although not quite that strong), and a myriad of other things (feel free to improvise).
"You're done. Now we visit the weapons lab."
Martyn sits at the bench, and grimaces as he's strapped in and waits for the pain. He groans and braces himself. He groans at those odds. They were very high, but by the gods... This was going to hurt. He swallows and prepares himself as pain rockets through his body. Nothing could prepare him for this... He drops into a tank, this was unexpected. What is going on?! Wait, what is thi-......
......Pain.
............Pain.
...................Pain.
.........................So much pain, and black darkness.
Organs are ripped open, and replaced. Blades whir and mix. Blood mixes with the tanks water, and organs are replaced. Entire systems mix and are reborn in metal and purple bio-engineering. Internally, Martyn is now mostly metal. He's a cyborg as well now. He groans and finally wakes up. The process finally over, thank the gods.
He flies out of the tank, through the metal floor right underneath Harald. Martyn is in a rage from the pain. He'll attempt to grab the doctor and lift him up, before throwing him gently against a wall. WARN ME NEXT TIME, DOCTOR. Or there will be NO next time. UNDERSTAND?! He growls before magically trying to lift Harald to his feet. Lead the way. Now.
He'll attempt to grab the doctor and lift him up, before throwing him gently against a wall. WARN ME NEXT TIME, DOCTOR. Or there will be NO next time. UNDERSTAND?! He growls before magically trying to lift Harald to his feet. Lead the way. Now.
"I did warn you - I said that this would be far worse than the Remaker. The weapons lab is this way."
Doctor Harald leads Martyn back out of the Enhancement Chamber, through a series of corridors, and into another cavernous room, this one filled with a myriad of biotech and mechanical weapons.
"Have a look around. Take anything. Ask anything. The staff will answer, and explain how to use some of the more... specialised pieces of equipment."
((Think up any weapons you want. Chances are, Harald's made one. If he hasn't, get Martyn to ask him and he can knock one up in about an hour.))
"I did warn you - I said that this would be far worse than the Remaker. The weapons lab is this way."
Doctor Harald leads Martyn back out of the Enhancement Chamber, through a series of corridors, and into another cavernous room, this one filled with a myriad of biotech and mechanical weapons.
"Have a look around. Take anything. Ask anything. The staff will answer, and explain how to use some of the more... specialised pieces of equipment."
((Think up any weapons you want. Chances are, Harald's made one. If he hasn't, get Martyn to ask him and he can knock one up in about an hour.))
Marty moves over to a glass case, ignoring other strange looking weapons. A glove in a case. A white, shining, glowing metal gauntlet. It has several buttons on it. Five to be exact, which each trigger different abilities.
Blue button: Shoots electricity much like Emperor Palpatine's force abilities. Each finger shoots a burst of electricity, and can target (Obviously) five people at once.
White Button: This mode of the Power Glove allows the wearer to heal himself. This healing is regenerative, and repairs the body down to the bones. It sends pulses of healing energy, so it takes a while to heal a large amount of damage.
Black Button: This button allows the wearer to suck the life force out of others. It draws the life energy out of others, and also converts it into healing energy triggered by the white button.
Purple Button: This button allows the wearer to use powerful telekinesis. He can lift heavy objects, move things, drop things, etcetera.
Red Button: This button allows the wearer to launch a fireball at another. It can only fire once per day, and also has a mode where a fire blade appears in the glove to be wielded by the wearer.
The Power Glove grants that hand extra strength as well.
Martyn places the glove on his hand, and feels it bind and dig into his skin. Martyn winces. He wiggles his fingers and speaks. ....I like this.
Marty moves over to a glass case, ignoring other strange looking weapons. A glove in a case. A white, shining, glowing metal gauntlet. It has several buttons on it. Five to be exact, which each trigger different abilities.
Blue button: Shoots electricity much like Emperor Palpatine's force abilities. Each finger shoots a burst of electricity, and can target (Obviously) five people at once.
White Button: This mode of the Power Glove allows the wearer to heal himself. This healing is regenerative, and repairs the body down to the bones. It sends pulses of healing energy, so it takes a while to heal a large amount of damage.
Black Button: This button allows the wearer to suck the life force out of others. It draws the life energy out of others, and also converts it into healing energy triggered by the white button.
Purple Button: This button allows the wearer to use powerful telekinesis. He can lift heavy objects, move things, drop things, etcetera.
Red Button: This button allows the wearer to launch a fireball at another. It can only fire once per day, and also has a mode where a fire blade appears in the glove to be wielded by the wearer.
The Power Glove grants that hand extra strength as well.
Martyn places the glove on his hand, and feels it bind and dig into his skin. Martyn winces. He wiggles his fingers and speaks. ....I like this.
"The Power Glove... an untested prototype. You'll never get that off without losing all the surface flesh of that hand. However, the good news is it won't malfunction, despite being, as I said, a prototype; I built it personally. Things I build don't malfunction."
((This is not an invitation for you to have it malfunction and kill Harald, this is fact. He is a genius. Also, nice new avatar.))
Martyn taps at the powerglove and winces a bit. It was very tight... He then stretches his wrist and grins as each of his fingers on the glove allow sharp claws to slide out, which he can retract at will. He enjoys his weapon. So, Doctor.... Any other useful tools? Armor? Anything? I want more. Everything. Belts, pauldrons, helmets, armor... Equipment, or I'll take it all by force.
Harald shifts nervously, and leads Marty to a back corner of the huge Weapons Lab.
"It was... an experiment... from the early days of bio-mechanical fusion. I have never built any battlesuit to surpass it, but... it has a mind of its own. Literally. To control it, you have to constantly pit your will against the suit, and if you fail for one moment, you will be torn apart. To make matters worse, the suit is loathe to let you leave it - it enjoys killing and destruction, but can only perpetrate such things when being worn. Thus, it is far harder to leave the suit than control it... and it is very difficult to control. However, you are of ... like mind... to the suit, and it may well willingly allow you control... here it is."
Before them is a titanic suit of glossy white metal and grey flesh, interweaving so densely that it's easy to believe that they are part of a living organism. The thing is around four meters tall, and nearly as wide, with hulking arms and legs, a massive, armour-plated torso, and a head with red-glowing sensory arrays, constantly sniffing the air.
It's chained down.
When Martyn approaches, the Abomination shifts, straining against the chains that hold it. However, without a driver, it is weak and near mindless, and slumps back after a few moments.
But, sadly, Martyn disapproves. He glares at the creature, then to Doctor Harald. Then the creature, then back to Harald. He looks confused and a bit insulted. plus plus .
He speaks. Ah.... no. I don't think so. I don't like that. Meh. Next? I don't want some hulking thing.
But, sadly, Martyn disapproves. He glares at the creature, then to Doctor Harald. Then the creature, then back to Harald. He looks confused and a bit insulted. plus plus .
He speaks. Ah.... no. I don't think so. I don't like that. Meh. Next? I don't want some hulking thing.
"Very well... I managed to improve the technique, so the Mark Two might be more to your taste... entirely inert, more traditional proportions, but still with seventy percent of the power of the Abomination.
He gestures to a man-sized suit. This one is surfaced in the glossy white material, with the greyish muscle-flesh running underneath. There are bone ridges along exposed areas, providing extra protection. The face is blank white.
"It will roughly double your strength, and the white metal is entirely immune to fire, energy and will hold up under any blow short of about a million pounds of force."
RSS Feeds: 
[Nexus] Doctor Harald's Lab
Re: [Nexus] Doctor Harald's Lab
plus 
plus 
