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[Mental Log: XXV of Octogal, Year 200.10037]

I’ve been found out. One of the guards I had mentally tweaked was “summoned to the overseers office for questioning.” With all the crap they’re dabbling with in this place, its only a matter of time before they discover his mental alteration and trace it back to me. I still don’t know where Alexus is at, but I have to act now.... Its time for more drastic measures. Tonight.... I’ll storm the building, tonight.

[End Log]

[rockeratfacetroid]

[Mental Log: XXII of October, Year 200.10037]

I think the guards are starting to get suspicious. One of them asked where I keep vanishing to during meals and breaks… I thought it would take longer for someone to notice I was sneaking off to explore the base, but I was wrong. I’ll have to act soon, or I’ll be revealed before I’m ready for it.

On the other hand, I’m making progress. I finally saw a child… Though I wish I could forget the sight. It was just a glance that I caught as the boy was being wheeled out of the room with the void particles on a stretcher. He was convulsing violently. I can only assume they were experimenting on him… The sight of it made me sick. I’m tempted to simply destroy this place, but then I might never find her… Yet another reason to act quickly, I suppose.

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[Mental Log: XX of Octogal, Year 200.10037]

I’ve entered the facility, sneaked in using a guard uniform. I still haven’t seen any children. The hallways are all metal, completely unwelcoming, like some kind of bunker which was built and designed with no regard for comfort. I was able to convince a few of the guards using low-level telepathy that I’ve always been here, working with them, but if I lose control to the Phazon my guise will be obvious. I’ve also noticed that most of the officers seem to have some kind of mental block or shield; they must have had some kind of training against mental tricks. It doesn’t make sense to me... what IS this place?

[Mental Log: XXII of Octogal, Year 200.10037]

I’ve found my answers... but I don’t want to believe them. While exploring, trying to figure this out, I came across a room that was all white. There was a single operating table in the middle, with straps which I assumed were meant to hold down the patients. With a foreboding feeling, I looked around the room, but I couldn’t figure out it’s purpose. There were no devices of torture. There were no operating tools. There was no monitoring equipment of any kind that I could see. There was simply nothing at all.

If it hadn’t been for Camilla, I never would have noticed the strange energy flowing around the room. It was something I couldn’t sense, even with my formidable perception of energies... The reason later became clear to me. I couldn’t feel it because... I ALWAYS feel that energy. In fact it was the same type of energy flowing through my veins at any given moment. I never learned its real name, but it was what I call void particles, though that’s technically inaccurate. Basically, it was this very energy that gave me my powers all those years ago, and killed so many who couldn’t handle it... And the room was choc-full of it.

Suddenly, with a dark and powerful fear, it dawned on me what the room was for.

[rockeratfacetroid]

[Mental Log: XII of Octogal, Year 200.10037]

They took Alexus to a sort of government funded shelter. The strange thing is that the other refugees went to a different one entirely... there’s only a handful that have come here from different parts of the country, and all of them are children. I’m trying to keep my distance, as the phazon’s strength is in upswing again. I’m starting to lose control again... it will be a three way race against myself and myself to save her. If the phazon takes over before it happens, I won’t be able to do a thing. Probably cause more harm than good... On the other hand, if I’m not prepared when the time comes, or if I have second guesses, or doubts, the young version of me will kill her. I still don’t even know if it will work...

I’ve thought a lot recently. All my understanding of time travel points to two possibilities; perhaps I will try and fail and the future version of me has always tried and failed, even when I originally killed her before. Its also possible that I will try and succeed, splitting the timeline into an alternate universe. I guess in that case I still killed her in my own, but she would have survived in this one. But a few things are still bothering me. I’ve been in alternate universes and timelines before, and every time I get this feeling... just this simple little feeling that something is off. That something is different. However... right now I don’t have that feeling. I’m in my own past, I can feel it. This tingling sensation, its different. Its new to me. The magnetic pull I get from my own self, its like reality is trying to fix something, to fuse us together because we are the same person anyway. I should leave... I know I should. This is wrong. But at the same time... its so right.

On the other hand, there’s also this whole government shelter to consider. Something about it is wrong... I can’t put my finger on it, but its fishy. The security is too tight, there’s no open space... I haven’t even seen children playing outside, which I certainly expected for a shelter that houses children specifically. Maybe I’m just paranoid, but... something seems off. When a good day comes, when I have full control of my body, I’ll sneak in and search it. Hopefully... hopefully that day comes soon, because I’m feeling awfully unsettled at the moment.

[rockeratfacetroid]

[Mental Log: VIII of Octogal, Year 200.10037]

A month has passed. Finding Alexus was easy enough, she was just back home, living her life. She seemed worried about me, but it was war so there were a lot of people worried. Other than that she’s living normally. Going to school, playing with friends, reading a lot... It brought me back to see. Nostalgic, I think is the word. All this time, I’ve had surprisingly few blank memories. Somehow I’ve controlled the phazon extremely well. I think its because I have such a clear purpose in mind. Its giving me such strength that I can fight it off. I only hope I can continue to do so for another three months or so, until I’ve finished what I’ve come here for.

[Mental Log: IX of Octogal, Year 200.10037]

Today I was observing, as I have been this past month, when something changed. An air-raid siren blasted through the town. I hadn’t known such a thing happened... My own hometown was bombed as a result of the war, but they never even told me. I guess that’s what I got for trusting the people who turned me into such a monster. It was... horrible. The whole town was destroyed. I tried to save as many people as possible, but it simply didn’t work. I would lose control and wind up killing the very people I meant to save. I avoided my sister... I knew she would survive since she would still be alive three months later. On the other hand, had I approached, I would likely have killed her by accident on the spot.

After the bombing, I saw search and rescue squads swarming the town... the survivors could be counted on one hand. A neighbor... the school principal... one mailman... Jimmy from down the street... and Alexus, my sister. How awful it must have been for her, to lose her entire family in such a tragic event... and with me, so far away and unaware that it had even happened! The search and rescue squad that found her have taken her away, so I’ve begun to follow them. I have a feeling I’ll soon discover why she was so near that battlefield that day.

[rockeratfacetroid]

...The hell did I just get myself into?

*Sighs, then just decides to go along with it, and flies away with Crazy Hand*

[rockeratfacetroid]

We have a few options as far as finding a body goes. I’ll leave the choice up to your... capable... hands...

*Shakes his eyes/ghost head*

But whatever you choose, we should act quickly. One possibility is to find a host. I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept of possession. Not my personal favorite, cause then I have to share it with somebody, but if you’ll condone it I’m willing to do it. The second choice is to build some kind of temporary body. A soulless clone, a cyborg, or something like that... even a mechanical construct would work in a pinch, but I would highly prefer not to be a robot. Also not my favorite option, but I’m willing to do it. The third option, and my personal favorite, though also the most difficult, would be an energy construct. To create a body out of energy itself. Of course, I have no idea where you would find energy capable of allowing that, because I refuse the idea of using phazon. There would be multiple benefits to this third choice, though... such a body would work best to allow me to fight, and have potential to evolve in the future.

Gentlehands, the choice is your’s. I am literally at your disposal. Cause, you know, I can’t do anything. But float. Until one of these options is available.

[rockeratfacetroid]

[Mental Log: VII of Septimus, Year 200.10037]

I saw it. I watched as my powers were revealed. The other me was running laps around the complex with the  rest of them. Just running and running. Like so many times before. But then there came an air-raid alarm. I was watching from a distance, and I remembered what was to happen, so I knew not to move, but... the other me, along with all the other recruits, ran to the nearest shelter, hiding under trucks and walls and trees... anything they could find. Watching the sky, I could see the planes approaching, loaded with their deadly cargo. When they arrived, they dropped the bombs, just as I remembered. It was such a horrible scene from the outside; buildings exploding, people flying, stuff burning... I’ve seen such scenes countless times, I suppose, but something about the fact that it was me down there changed things. Anyway, that aside, I watched as a bomb fell right directly towards the military truck the other me was hiding under. Me and a few friends from the camp, I suppose. I don’t remember them very well.

Down came the bomb with all the swiftness of a smiting from God. I watched its trajectory, and then... I watched as my own eyes changed. Suddenly I darted out from the truck, pulling that younger version of Camilla out from thin air, and swung upwards. The bomb... was annihilated. I could have sworn before that it had exploded in a giant flaming ball inches from my face, but seeing from this perspective it was a rather great distance. Eventually the bombs stopped and I watched as my ‘friends’ went and told the commanders what I had done. Immediately after that the higher-ups knocked me unconscious and dragged me away. Of course I still remember what would happen next...

That was when I made my decision. You hear that? I’ve decided. My sister... my wonderful innocent sister Alexus... I’m gonna save her. While the other me is being turned into a monster, I’ll follow her and watch carefully for what it is that brings her to that battlefield that day. And I’ll prevent it. It’ll surely alter things for good. I don’t know what or how... but I don’t care anymore. Its for her, so its worth it.

[rockeratfacetroid]

[Mental Log: XXX of Agustine, Year 200.10037]

As I predicted, on XXIX, yesterday, I got drafted. Not this self, obviously, but my other self. My younger self. That bloody war against the world was just too consuming, it turns out... They couldn’t just leave us in school, they had to force us to fight. Observing this from the outside is giving me such a strange perspective... I don’t know how I’ve managed to go unnoticed, despite the frequent lapses in memory that I associate with Phazon-takeover, but I’ve followed myself all the way to the Naval Basic Training. I should have gotten as far away from myself as I could, but... I couldn’t do it. I just feel so drawn to watch myself. In about a week they’ll discover my powers, and when that happens, they’ll ship me out immediately to use as their ‘secret weapon’... Even though I know its not me personally, in this body, I still shudder in apprehension. They’re such dark memories... Today, however, I had an idea. The thing that makes those memories darkest of all, of course, is her. The way I killed her. My own sister... but today, I thought... I thought just what if. What if I warned her. What if I got her away. Kept her from the carnage... She would still be alive. My beloved, adorable, perfect little sister, who had never done wrong, would still be alive... I know, I shouldn’t. It would change everything. Alter my own timeline. The consequences would be unfathomable. I might even cease to exist as I am now. But... in my current state... I might be okay with that... so that she can live...

[rockeratfacetroid]

I am... who am I? A name... I had a name... what was it...? I simply can’t remember... when I try, I’m met with only a nothingness, a blankness... a void, as if the very fabric of existence itself rejects it... Its simply dark. Not evil, or violent, or purple... but that there is simply nothing there. No light to be spoken of whatsoever... I... I suppose I have a name, but I do not know it. For now, just call me Ghost, for a ghost I am at the moment.

[rockeratfacetroid]

To tell you the truth, I don’t think its possible to be in a worse place than I am now. I mean... Literally the only thing I can do right now is float around creepily, so.

*The eyes in the shadow blink twice*

Anyway, I’ve got a few personal reasons for stopping those two, and there’s no reason to stop the fight before we get to the hand. Of course, for me to be of any help to you, I’ll need to regain my physical form. Right now, as far as I understand, my existence is made up of a mixture of Phazon and Life-Force, but the Phazon was completely destroyed along with my body, so all that remains is the essence or power that it had. Its... a long story, but if I could just get my hands on some kind of temporary body for now, that would suffice. Eventually I’ll have to find a strong enough power source to generate a new one, but... well, that’s a ways down the road.

[rockeratfacetroid]

[Mental Log: XXVII of Agustine, Year 200.10037]

I appear to have recovered from a serious possession by the phazon inside of me. Though I have no memories, my automatic records depict havoc. Destruction. Death. I killed so many people... I don’t even know where I was. There were robots... flying... and civilians. I slaughtered them. But then... there was one robot who appeared. He had a drill on his arm the size of a building. His... his incredible force, his fighting spirit, outstripped the phazon. I’m so grateful that it did, because in destroying most of my body he stopped my rampage. Apparently my body repaired itself while I slept. Now, seven days later, I’ve awakened in the middle of some field... it feels somehow... nostalgic. I know not where I am, but the phazon seems to have subsided for now. I only hope it stays that way. For now, I must find water... this thirst is ridiculous.

[Mental Log: XXVIII of Agustine, Year 200.10037]

The peace didn’t last long. The phazon inside of me has already begun to rise in power. In addition, I’ve discovered my current location. Its... the worst possible scenario. Paradox space. What I mean by that is that... I’ve entered my own timeline. As I was searching for water, I peaked over a hill to see the school where I grew up. I thought at first that it could have been an alternate existence, however... what I saw next was myself. My teenage self. And... I remembered it. The way I walked... my sister stepping confidently beside me. We were talking, laughing. That idiot Travis made a scene about something trivial... I tripped on my way through the door. I suddenly wondered if the Travis I had always known and THAT one were the same. Perhaps we had come from different dimensions after all... That thought aside, one thing was certain. It was that last day of school, that peaceful, blessed day, before... before the draft had happened. That wonderful little sister walking next to me... would be killed at my own hand just a few months later... The thought was too painful for me, I tried to leave. But I seem to also have lost my connection to the void. I don’t know how, but I’m stuck here. I’m stuck in my own past, and if I don’t find a way to  control the phazon inside of me... I might destroy it.

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*A shadowy figure, identifiable only by a two dots for eyes, one red and one blue, appears in front of the Hands in the void*

You two... I have a proposition. You need allies, right?

...Well...

...I need a body. This is the only place I can materialize myself to this extent, you see. If you can help me become solid, I can help you kill the Dark Hand. And Katie Kennet, whoever she is. Listen... the crazy man and the blue woman? You can’t beat them alone. You need me.

[rockeratfacetroid]

*Some time after Svychx vanishes, the nearly nonexistent form of The Rocker, consisting essentially of two small colored dots, one red and one blue, which are mostly translucent, floats, incredibly slowly and non-threateningly, through the walls of the house to where Alexandria stood. Hardly even realizing that he’s doing so, he begins to speak in a voice that is heard almost more in the mind than with the ears.*

This...  what they have done... So much anger, and violence... Please, can you tell me... why? Why were they fighting like that...?

[rockeratfacetroid]

Two Years Previous (Part 1)

*The flying robotic battle suits all turn and stare, surprised, as the Rocker teleports in the middle of them all. Slowly, madness in his eyes, he spins in a circle, staring them all back in the face. Camilla, the free-forming energy of his left arm, forms itself into a cherry-red guitar with dark blue strings, which he begins strumming calmly with his right hand. He looks at them each in the eyes, with a smile.*

I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Eddie, pleasure to be your defeat. Oh, what were all your names?

*They each stare in silence at the question, nerves on end, tense as can be.*

Well... It’d be best if you answered me. I mean, I like to know who I’m fighting... Besides, where are we...?

*They continue to all stare in silence, though most of them begin to power up the various weapons in their arms and other parts of their battle suits. The Rocker’s face sets in anger.*

Well, if you won’t answer me... Then I’ll just have to...

*Flies forward, screaming, as the energy reforms into a crystal-phazon battle axe, which he instantly uses to chop the nearest suited fighter in half. The others instantly burst into action, flying around him at every angle. His demonic grin turns to a laughing pleasure as he flies from suit to suit, not giving the slightest care about which is which or who he’s attacking.*

I’LL JUST HAVE TO KILL YOU ALL YOU BLOODY F--

*He is suddenly smashed from behind by about 20 different beams from energy weapons from the different suits. He stops in midair and begins laughing.*

That’s better... Yes... fight me! FIGHT ME!!

*The crystal-phazon battle axe reforms, becoming a giant claw of swirling red energy, with tiny blue veins. His right arm suddenly pumps full of phazon, ripping his skin apart and transforming itself into another claw, this one of hardened phazon with tiny red veins flowing through it. His eyes, already strangely crossed between the red and the blue, become more pronounced as the madness on his face grows more and more obvious. He spins in midair, phazon tendrils beginning to form in every direction rooted in various parts of his body. Several giant globs of energy completely separate themselves from him and form monochromatic copies of himself, both red and blue.*

*The robot-suit defenders, showing nerves of steel, move in to destroy the clones. The Rocker flies past them, ripping right through their centers, one after another, shredding both suit and flesh. His laughing grows stronger and stronger with every defender he kills. More suited defenders soon join them, but he becomes even more excited and encouraged as the defense force becomes stronger and stronger. He jumps from one on his left to another on his right, stabbing right through their armor and pushing his way through the suit, only to pop out on the other side with half a corpse caught in his hand. A tiny bit of phazon ejects from the claws into the corpse before he drops it. As it falls, it begins to twitch. The Rocker moves on, sprinting at another defender directly in front of him. But then, just before he impacts it, he’s suddenly struck in the side by a titanically strong punch with a drill arm.*

*Flying away from the impact, he begins to gush blood out his side. Soon, however, phazon covers the wound. He arrests his own momentum and turns to stare back up at his attacker. All the other suited defenders had moved out of the way, leaving room for the newcomer to do what he wanted. The new one was different... its shape, its face... And it was covered in deadly spinning drills.*

(I like this... He’s different!)

You! WHAT’S YOUR NAME?!

*The newcomer shakes off the drill-arm that was covered in blood from piercing the side of the Rocker and turns to face him again.*

My name... is Simon the Digger!

*In an instant, they both snap and fly at each-other, teeth bared.*

[rockeratfacetroid]

Two Years Previous (Part 1)

I opened my eyes slowly. All around me I saw buildings... Huge buildings, with flashing lights and incredible colors. People passed me in all directions, but none seemed to take notice of me.

Why...? Why wouldn’t they notice me? Notice me dammit...

The next thing I knew, I was flying... deep blue phazon spreading out all around me. Camilla... my left arm pulsed with cool energy. The people on the ground below me stared with fear in their eyes. Yes... this was more like it. Fear me, as you rightfully should. I would destroy this small group of people... then they would all fear me. In fact, why did I even care? Why not just destroy them all? That would be so much more fun...

I dropped to the ground and grabbed the person nearest me. A puny human. No power at all. Grinning, I tore his head from his shoulders, tossing the two parts in opposite directions. Phazon spread from my body in tendrils in all directions, piercing and eating the insides of every one of the twelve people surrounding me. More... I had to kill more of them... Turning to my right, I charged at lightning speed into the nearest building. The result was incredible. The entire structure collapsed, crushing at least 57 people. Yes... This was more like it... but I needed more. There had to be more I could do!

I flew into the air, phazon tendrils spreading from my body in every direction. I would take the whole city down at once... and I wouldn’t stop there. This whole pathetic world would be corrupted... would be mine!

Suddenly an impact struck my back, knocking me right out of the air. I fell to the ground, stunned and confused. Who could possibly interrupt me? Did they have no manners?!

Staring up into the sky, I saw an venerable army of robotic battle suits. So they were this advanced...? Then... I would simply have to destroy them first.

I grinned as the phazon pulsed through my body again, completely filling all my veins.

“Here comes the eraser rain.” I said, as I teleported into the middle of them all, madness filling my entire demeanor.