legionofeclipse | Final Trial.

Final Trial.

[Eventually, after enough searching, a door seemingly appears from nowhere - leading out to a large circular room. There’s a handful of chairs, but not enough for all of you, meaning some of you might have to walk around for a bit. Which is more than fine - this place seems to be filled up to the brim with knick-knacks. Most specifically the clone pods adorning the wall here as well, as well as some fairly innocent lab equipment and scrap metal. Someone used to work here.

Once you’ve all gathered, a voice calls out to you. From within the area.]

DISCUSS WHAT YOU HAVE FOUND. ONCE YOU BEGIN TO GAIN A SEMBLANCE OF WHY YOU ARE HERE, WE WILL DISCUSS YOUR FUTURE.

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...Fair enough.

By the by, as someone who's studied both science and "magic", what would you make of this?

[And extending the tentacle holding one glowing red Chaos Emerald.]

I'd advise not touching it with your bare hands.

That looks dangerous, but I can't tell what it does by looking at it.

...What is it?

Something important enough to be kept in Ovoidman's personal safe.

It could be a source of power for a weapon, for his machines, that sort of stuff. It has to be incredibly rare if it's locked up on its own.

[Lums are easy to come by, but individually they have little energy and must be harvested in great amounts.]

And you're sure it was his? So where is Ovalface now?

I'd guessed as much, yes.

[Power just kind of glows, right.]

His name was the password on the safe. If it's not his, we're dealing with a very obsessive fan.

There were also profiles on our alleged captors. Everyone BUT Dr. Round.

Ah, so he's the original, and this [Tilts head at the screen.] Is his usurper?

That could explain some things...perhaps that's what broke out of that one empty vat in the robot growth chamber.

That would certainly fit with what we've found so far. There's a reason "technology turns on its creator" is such a common trope, especially when the creator is someone like Eggman.

Was he that desperate that he created his own band of villains to act the part of members of his club? Really?

I mean, I'm impressed, but that's just sad.

Or copied the ones that already existed.

Are you suggesting that he killed them himself?

It would fit with what the giant turtle has told us. Or whatever project he was working on went rogue entirely and decided to make its own version of the league.

Whole thing is freaky.

[Hes at the back of the room and scoffs.]

What do they need eight hundred freakin’ copies of these losers for?

Could be an army of some kind, though from the looks of those profiles many of you aren't suited for mass combat.

[A lot more eccentric generals, maybe, than foot soldiers.]

Though if it were me... if the robots mimic your personalities and knowledge in addition to your physical capabilities, I'd say it was to run large numbers of tests on you all that would likely prove damaging or fatal to the originals.

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...WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT?

[The voice sort of booms at her.]

[Shit, it's the popo.]

In the least secure safe in existence.

...THE DOCTOR’S ROOM, I PRESUME.

You really didn't search it at all, did you. It was quite literally the second place I looked.

[She inspects the emerald more closely again.]

So what exactly is this? Besides obviously important to you.

A CHAOS EMERALD, ONE OF SEVEN. A JEWEL OF NEAR INFINITE POWER.

YOU HABE CORRECTLY IDENTIFIED IT AS SOMETHING I WANT.

Neat!

Now convince me not to destroy it while you watch.

I WOULD BE HAPPY TO DESTROY YOU MYSELF. BUT I AM IN A FORGIVING MOOD.

WHAT DO YOU REQUIRE?

Make a move against anyone here and your emerald is gone, I'll promise you that.

[The claw holding it gives a small squeeze.]

But let's start with some answers. Who you are, what you're hoping to accomplish with this little charade. We can work up to something worth "infinite power" as we go.

ALL SHALL BE ADDRESSED.

I AM CURIOUS. WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE ME TO BE?

An intelligence with delusions of adequacy and ambitions towards competence.

INSIGHTFUL AS USUAL.

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