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Mid-January, 2008
RCMP/Ministry of Extraordinary Threats Emergency Hangar
Alert, Nunavut, CA

Even in times of the highest tension and most danger, people find ways to keep themselves busy, and neither the Ghostbusters nor the men and women of the world's northern watch bureaus were any great exception. "Ray? Ray! Ray, check it out." Venkman shook his friend's shoulder. "Egon's in a fight with one of the Inquanok guys."

Ray opened an eye and glanced sideways. Several of the Danish contingent and a couple of the Pohjola Project's Sami members were gathered in a semicircle centered on Egon and a broad-faced, dark-eyed man in Danish uniform. "Wow. Spengs is looking kinda..."

"Green," Winston finished for both of them. "That's freaky. What are they fighting about?"

"The worst thing they've ever eaten," said Venkman. "Eske's winning."

Ray and Winston exchanged glances. They both knew Egon's eating habits. "How?" Ray finally asked.

"That's not food," Egon suddenly said, loud enough to be heard over the snickering Greenlanders. "That's biological waste. You can't consider anything with that level of ammonia in it to qualify as edible."

"This from the man who admits to eating casu marzu," said his opponent with the serene smile of a man who knows he's won. "Hákarl is nothing-"

Winston shook his head. Ray gave up on the possibility of a nap and stood up. "Has anyone seen where Captain Korpan went?" he asked, and one of the Finns pointed. "Thank you."

He found the Canadian in the tiny office attached to the hangar, one hand pressing his headset against his ear and the other taking frantic notes. As Ray walked in Korpan lifted his eyes, winced, and held up a piece of paper that read:

Magnetic fields flaring
Deep ones report Russian helicopter near 82.7° N 114.4° W
Radio comms dorppinng like brick

A moment later Korpan scribbled one last line:

Dammit, I can spell. Marines on the way. Tell the others. We're going in.

Ray shuddered, nodded, and went in search of a better door.

[OOC: Assume everyone will be arriving from Milliways within five minutes of each other. Also, don't click on the food links above if you have a weak stomach.]

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And it only gets worse; there are things with the Mi-go that look like they were extracted from under the sea and trained to attack anything on two legs. They dash forward on spidery legs, shrieking in ranges the human ear can only half hear, jaws snapping at anything that moves.

The sun isn't quite enough to keep the sky alight; that job falls to the aurorae. The orange-red ghostlight from above illumines a great, ropy-bodied black thing that moves like a winged viper, pouring out of one of the cracks in the air. That gets the Danes' attention, more than anything else so far. "Light! Light!" shouts one of them in English, as a second winged thing and then a third slithers through. "They can't stand up to light!"

"Light, huh?" says Venkman, grinning ferally and leveling his thrower at the horrors. "Everybody duck!"

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Trust a wizard to be just late enough to show up on time. This time, by air, flying in to come up just behind them. "Hey, hey! Nice wands you got there!" He's wearing his cloak, and the dragon-claw shoulderpads, the sword at his belt, a satchel over one shoulder...

...and a Star Fleet Uniform like the one Kirk was wearing, complete with the boots.

"Huh," he says. "THAT'S new. I'll need a second." He hovers there, like a man waiting for a bus, scratching his chin, then rummages in his satchel.

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He looks sideways at Darshe.

"You know, that's a waste of energy," he points out.

You can take the Sendar out of Sendaria...

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"Thanks!" says Venkman. "Winston! Level two! NOW!"

Level two, it seems, is the setting on the proton packs that makes Hollywood effects men cry and ask for permission to film the goings-on, because they have such a hard time getting fake Čerenkov radiation to look right.

Boy howdy, them hunting horrors scream real good right before they turn to dust.

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Garion shakes his head, dismisses the issue since there's much more important things to concern himself with, and pulls out the Sword of the Rivan King.

Usually, he has to remind it not to flash, not to flame, not to scare anyone.

Today, he does just the opposite.

The sky lights blue and the massive blade is wreathed in blue flame as Garion connects with the Orb, the bane of demons, and points the sword at the horde.

"Burn."

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The Mi-Go are linked on incomprehensible levels with the Beyond-One, Yog-Sothoth; the horrrors- for there are others- with Nyarlathotep; and the spider-things without name... well, who knows. Surely with something, though. The Orb's power unleashes the same blue flame on them as on all the rest of the monstrosities.

Off to the side, the Finns who were trampling circles in the snow finish their ritual. And just in time, too; when the backlash comes (and come it does, it always does), the echoing fire strikes something invisible and curls harmlessly upwards and backwards. "One-way shielding!" calls the shortest of the Finns. "It holds off the arcane, but not the physical, so be careful!"

None too soon, either, as a huge black oozing thing of eyes and tentacles that form and dissolve and re-form endlessly heaves itself through- and further away up the ice, where the Marines have taken up position, another gap in the sky opens.

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He finishes with his bag, and waves a wand around. "OK!" he says cheerfully, "we don't have any big tears yet!" He sticks the wand in his belt, then looks around.

He sees the oozing black thing.

And he smiiiiles.

The air shimmers around him as he begins to cast, still hovering. His hands move, making passes in the air, hands drawing signs in the air as he chants:

"BRAIN BRAIN DEAD... Calling upon the Earth's pledge. Come from the place of Avalon! Gejelan's exploding fire: burn everything! EXODUS!!"

And with that last word, he turns his hands upwards. Something red and hot starts to fall from the sky towards the shoggoth.

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The shoggoth looks up, and its eyes widen. When you have as many eyes as your average shoggoth, this is kind of an impressive sight. So is what happens when all the parts of a shoggoth try to run at once, because inevitably, some of them are going to try and run in different directions from the rest.

Not that this does it any good, because WHAM! goes the fiery meteor into the blistering mess of protoplasmic pseudopods, and the next thing anyone knows, it's raining ick. Ick that happens to be on fire.

"AUGH!" cries Venkman, who performs a surprisingly good stop-drop-and-roll maneuver.

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Dark Schneider, despite catching some burning ick on him, is laughing. "Oh, that was PERFECT! These hideous creatures have no choice but to bow before Dark Schneider, Exploder Wizard and obvious creature of divine handsomeness!" Then he gets down to business, 'helping' by tossing lightning bolts at various things getting nearby with a cry of 'ZAKO-DAMERO!' with each bolt.

Hey, it's more firepower.

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"Captain Korpan?" calls one of the Canadians, who's doing his best to get an LRAD system pointed directly at the center of the rift. "Find out what drugs that man is on and get me some, please?"

"ew ew ew ew ew ew ew," Venkman says as he comes up and starts trying to brush off what's left of the shoggoth slime. "RAY! You better-"

Something buzzing and tiny and not altogether there in this reality sweeps past his ear. It would have been closer if Winston hadn't zapped it. As soon as Venkman can speak again, he weakly offers, "-have those readings by now?"

"Almost, Peter," Ray answers; he's doing his best not to get shot or clawed or bitten or AUGH GOD PARASITE SPIDER THINGed, which leads to an interesting spectacle of the lightsaber in one hand and switching off between three different scientific meters in the other. "Almost!"

"Venkman," Egon calls, "we have a problem."

"Oh, you just noticed NOW??"

Edited Date: 2008-01-31 06:57 pm (UTC)

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K manages to wing the parasite with an MiB-trained swipe of his hand, sending it tumbling through the air away from the others. Then with a perfectly fluid motion, he lets the XT-17 fall against the strap over his shoulder, slips on the Ray-Bans, and out comes the neuralyzer. His back to the Ghostbusters, K smiles--not a nice smile at all--and points.

*FWOOMP!*

..And now there's a VERY confused parasite spider thing hovering in the air, its little, savagely toothed maw hanging open as fetid, loathsome slime drips away to melt the ground beneath it.

K takes a moment to enjoy himself.

Then fast-draws a Noisy Cricket from a Suit pocket and blasts that evil little sonuvabitch into 23,488 quivering, squamous bits.

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"A different problem, Peter! - nice shot," Egon adds. "We missed a rift spot."

"Not good, Egon! Not good at all!" Peter and Winston both fire at a Mi-Go that's trying to lunge across the barrier for a physical blow. "Where?"

"Under the ice! It's forming in the direction that Kirk and Tsybenko went."

"There's good news, though," Ray calls. "I think I've worked out how to close the rifts here."

"Fantastic!" Venkman says. "How?"

"With the proton packs."

"Lemme guess. We cross the streams," says Winston.

"Not quite. I just need to make a few alterations to each of the packs for redistribution of the warping effect provided by the Anakin modifications-"

"Go back to the 'a few alterations' part!" Venkman again.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to get in there and pull out a few circuits-"

"NOW??" Venkman shouts. "Are you insane?"

"Have you got a better idea?"

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K swings round, and another round of plasma from the XT-17 catches a lagging Mi-Go right in the fruiting body. K takes a moment to let the gun power up again, and that's when he turns to eye Ray.

"...You sure about that, Chief?"

K's not used to agreeing with Venkman. It's a novel sensation.

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"K, the rifts are widening and we haven't even had so much as a sign that any actual summonings've been cast yet," Ray says. "The power massing on the other side is composed entirely of would-be armies of invasion, primarily greater servitor and lesser independent races. If we don't slam these things shut somehow then we're going to be overrun faster than a bucket of honey in the path of an army ant colony."

He steps forward and lowers his voice so only K and Venkman can hear.

"Dark Schneider there is capable of closing the rifts, even major ones, but he'd need three human sacrifices per rift to do it. All I'm asking for is one proton pack at a time. The others'll be in operation while I'm doing my work."

The first of the Children of Yig makes an appearance, hissing the sibilant syllables of a temperature-raising spell that can't quite take effect before one of the Danes cuts the snakeman down like a Christmas goose.

"I'm serious, guys."

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The wand that Dark Schneider hung on his belt starts to glow, then make a keening noise. "....oh, shit!" He pulls it out of his belt, throws it into one of the Children of Yig's head, who has just a moment to blink with its remaining eye before the wand explodes.

"That's the biggest dimensional tear I've seen, even with the ones I caused!"

That smile is back.

"Oh, the challenge..."

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The Men in Black don't have any problem with collateral damage.

"If the man could get it done, then I'd say get on with it. But if you want to give the packs a go, well..."

K ponders. Then unclips the Series 4 Deatomizer and hands it to Venkman. "Here you go, Doc. Thing has a kick, but nothing like a thrower. Pulls to the left a little, so watch for that. Otherwise, just aim and blast the shit out of everything you see coming at us."

Then to Ray: "Give Venkman's a try first. If it works, I'll give you the cover you need to finish the rest."

Edited Date: 2008-02-01 04:36 am (UTC)

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"Ooooh," says Peter. "Papa like. Ray, get busy, okay?"

Ray grins, produces a screwdriver from somewhere in the furs he's wearing, and snatches the pack up as Venkman shrugs it off.

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The next wave is heading straight for them, and it's a big one. K has just enough time to recharge the XT-17, so he's taking it.

He sets the business end of the gun down on the top of his shoe and punches a complex code into the command keypad on a back panel. There's a hiss as a tray--looking a lot like the kind on a dvd player--slides out to reveal a metallic disc so bright it's hard to look at. His eyes safely behind his shades, K holds a slim boxy object right above the tray, and a moment later the disc flies up into the box and is replaced a moment later by another disc that shimmers with promise of mayhem to come.

K pockets the box...somewhere...and taps the command panel. By the time the tray is back in the gun, the XT-17 is back up on K's shoulder.

And not a moment too soon. Here they come.

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It's a big wave, all right. Not just because the spider-things and the fungoid crustaceans with wings are attacking (and attacking they are; there's screaming coming from up the line, where Danes are bleeding in earnest and Canadians are tending to wounds edged in smoke and char). But because looming in the background is something tall and terrible, nearly the size of a house, and the monstrosities of the servitor races are fleeing its evident wrath.

The first thing that pushes its way into the arctic dusk has a mouthful of needle-sharp teeth and too-long arms with much-too-long fingers tipped in bright, metallic-looking claws. It has the musculature of something almost apish and a face that can't quite decide whether to be human or to take after something from the time when snows covered all the Earth. Its mouth is moving in a constant droning chant of some kind, and its skin is a slaty grey hue- but for all that, the beings that are starting to shimmer into existence as it snatches up one of the Marines and brutally flings the man aside give the sensation of being far, far vaster.

Another one of the Marines, wiser perhaps than his counterparts, holds up a fistful of some kind of powder and starts shouting. "Ithaqua Cthulhu Node- AAAARGH!"

Possibly he should've thrown the powder of Ibn Ghazi before the half-blooded thing (summoning more of its less-human kin) leapt at him with its claws out.

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*I promise you'll get another break after this.*
Oh shut up.

At the appearance of this creature, the Orb blazes anew and the flames of the sword are almost too bright.

This one is his.

There's a sound, much like a wolf's howl, and then Garion is moving, heading straight for the massive, house-sized monstrosity with his sword held high. Behind him, a massive shadow spreads from the brightness of it.

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The thing rears up at the sound, bloody froth flying from its mouth as it snarls a response to the challenger. As the lesser beings clear the way, its eyes widen; whatever it was expecting to find in this world, this was not it.

(Two of the Marines scramble forward to drag their comrade out of the way, since the monstrosity's attention is elsewhere.)

The snarl becomes a bellow, the rear becomes a crouch, and it lunges at Garion with an almost palpable fury.

(And Venkman, who's been making it rain Mi-Go, can be heard to yell, "... your ass with melted butter! Ray, you almost done with that pack yet?"

"Just about, Pete! Egon, you're next!")

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And he's really getting very good with this bit. The bit where he slides the sword into the chest of someone lunging at him in fury.

He doesn't stop there, though, pulling it out and twisting to go and slice the things head off.

It's a demon. It needs a lot of killing.

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As blood both human and very distinctly not flies sizzling through the air (and other things sizzle- Venkman's got his proton pack back on and Egon is displaying a truly disturbing competency with the Deatomizer, woe unto the children of Yig), the ice shakes underfoot.

The Canadian forces pause in mid-strike. There is another tremor.

The Finns hesitate, and the Danes... Well, the Danes are of the Inquanok Patrol, and perhaps more than any of the other uniformed types present, they're equipped to sense what's going on. They start shouting and pointing to a spot some distance away over the ice, towards the trail Kirk and Tsybenko took over the ice.

Towards the epicenter of the shake and the rumble and the unbelievably LOUD noise of aeons-old Arctic ice cracking as something the size of a blue whale shoves its way free into the daylight...

"... okay," says Winston, "that's new. Who the hell is that?"

Ray, who's just a little busy with his screwdrivers at the moment, manages to mumble, "Dagon- HOLY SCHLAMOLY!"

Possibly the nicest thing being said right now, considering that the monstrous being just flung something huge, metallic, and jagged on one end viciously past the gathered forces' heads. It's not until it starts shaking the other metallic object it carries furiously up and down that the humans realize that the thrown object was half of the Sukhoy Nos- and that Dagon is apparently disappointed that the submarine's ~~chewy caramel center~~ crew complement is long since missing.

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And Dark Schneider is laughing.

He's hovering there, about twenty feet up, and laughing.

"A huge FISH GUY? Against the might and power of I, Dark Schneider, who has battled demons and gods and sent them back home crying? THAT'S YOUR SUPERWEAPON?!" And then suddenly, he's serious. "I'm not impressed."

He draws himself up. Red and black energies start to crackle around him, swirling in almost painful ways. He moves his hands and begins to chant.

"KAIZARD ALZARD KISUKU ... KANSEI CROSS-SILK!"

The energies thicken, becoming fire and black lightning, singeing the uniform.

"The Power of the Gods of Thunder and WIND!"

His clothes start to burn, and he is apparently unharmed.

"I call upon the two sages of Hades!! With your two keys, open up the gates of Hell!"

The clothes are almost gone as he hovers there, his entire body enshrouded in black fire and red lightning.

"HELLOWEEN!"

All that magical energy, with Dark Schneider guiding it, flies STRAIGHT for Dagon. And over the sounds of power, he can be heard laughing.

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"Uh, Ray?" says Egon, staring.

"Busy, Egon."

"Ray, I really think that you need to-"

"Busy, Egon."

"Ray, bro, your heavy artillery's lost his freaking mind," Winston snaps.