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16 December 2016 @ 08:20 am
_Mall Santa_  
It's December, so it's free for a few days.
(Anonymous) on December 16th, 2016 05:15 pm (UTC)
Is this for wide distribution?

matapampamuphoff on December 16th, 2016 08:56 pm (UTC)
Yep. Spread it around.
ekuah on December 24th, 2016 06:01 pm (UTC)
Would love to...
... read a follow up of this story.

Merry Christmas
matapampamuphoff on December 24th, 2016 07:24 pm (UTC)
Re: Would love to...
I'm not sure just where all the various Eldon stories belong. I suspect this one is right after _The Last Merge_ which is the _Cannibal World_ sequel.

Then probably _Nowhere Man_ which has been snippetted here, and the bit with the Cyborgs, and then _Saturday Night_. I'm slowly getting to the point where I can clean up and publish the lot.
matapampamuphoff on December 25th, 2016 09:29 pm (UTC)
Unfinished tidbit

4 January

“No, Ma’am, we don’t suspect anything sexual. We believe the man was a carrier for a disease that, frankly, isn’t very contagious. But we are checking all the children exposed to the suspected carrier just to be sure.” Agent Chris Green wished the NSA had come up with a better cover story. Anything would be better than this ‘Altiplano Fever.’ “The CDC has set up a temporary office and is giving free physicals for the kids, if you are concerned. Here’s the card with their address and the number to call for an appointment.”

She took the card, a worried crease between her brows. Andrew himself was visible in the small backyard, playing with a big gangly puppy. Orangy-red, the dog reminded Chris of a boxer he had once owned, although this pup looked to be part great dane.

This boy, like all the others he’d seen, looked healthy. My investigation is littered with abandoned inhalers and crutches, two wheelchairs. Fat kids’ clothing. Glasses. I feel like I really am chasing down Santa. We may finally have found one. A real Anomaly, something, or in this case, someone from “Outside.”

“Thank you for your time, Ma’am.” This boy hadn’t had his lollipop ‘specially treated.’ But he did have a puppy, pulled out of nowhere.

Back in the car, Green flipped to his next appointment. A quick five minute drive from here. This is getting weirder instead of getting sorted out.

Kathie Maitland was a chubby little four year old brunette. Her clothes were baggy, and her mother looked worried. “She’s lost so much weight. I took her to Dr. Yama, but he was just pleased, and said to not change her diet, since it was working. I don’t think he listened to me, when I told him nothing had changed. He said the blood sugar test was normal, so not to worry. Not worry! She’s wasting away!”

The girl looked like she had a ways to go to hit average weight, so Green shrugged. “These people will give her a complete physical, and check for Altiplano fever, free. Just call the number.”

A fifteen minute drive into near rural conditions, and Green was given a demonstration of athletic ability by a boy who talked non-stop about how Santa had fixed his muscular dystrophy. His father shrugged, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “I can see why the CDC is interested. Since there isn’t a cure. But your ‘Carrier of Altiplano Fever’ dripped some wine on a lollipop, and Davy was feeling a bit better by the time we got home, and he’s improved steadily since.”

“Please call these people, to set up an appointment. We need to figure out what is going on.”

Davy’s father nodded. “Dr. Harrison took blood samples. He’s very excited.”

Back in his car, Green updated his notes. Davy went into both the ‘treated lollipop’ column and the ‘extreme improvement’ column. Katie had gotten an ordinary lollipop, and lost weight. Andrew had been healthy before and after and had a puppy. A bunch of kids had improved allergy symptoms – as in completely gone – a few had reported cleared up asthma, eczema, acne, tiredness, near and farsightedness gone. One boy with a genetic degenerative eye problem was completely cured. That had really disturbed the CDC. But they couldn’t get a doctor near him, the father had a whole law firm on speed dial. Apparently a very good one. Cancers were gone, diabetes gone. Two cases of spinabifida much improved and still ‘healing.’ The doctor Green had spoken to had said the cells of the region were reverting partway to stem cells and then following the developmental path they ought to have followed as fetuses. Eight students from a special program for Downs Syndrome children had visited Santa. The three the doctors had seen so far had no obvious external changes, but at the cellular level, the children had lost the extra chromosome. One heart problem had disappeared. They’d be watched for years.

He looked at his watch. Two more calls then he was done for the day.

matapampamuphoff on December 25th, 2016 09:32 pm (UTC)
Re: Unfinished tidbit

Lakisha Larkspur was a change from the other children. Sullen and unhappy.

“It’s her teeth.” Her mother fussed around the girl. “She always has had problems with her teeth. Two fell out last week and the big teeth coming in are making her more miserable than a teething baby. I thought about taking her to the dentist, but what can he do? All he does is complain about me giving her too many sweets.” She tsked. “I thought we’d finished with all the teeth, so maybe Doctor Sparrow’s right. I don’t pay enough attention.”

Which got Green his opening about Santa and his lollipops. And the CDC’s physical, which he was sure could be extended to a dental exam. Free.

“Princess eats all my nightmares, just like Santa said. She’s a Special Puppy.” Margarite beamed proudly at the lanky dog. Blue merle, they called the color, a splotchy gray and black. White markings, short hair, great dane and something else. Perhaps german shepherd, her ears were trying to stand up.

“She’s a very good looking young pup. You are lucky to have her.”

Her dad grinned at that. “I was horrified, myself. But she’s been a very nice girl, housebroken, scold her once for anything and it never happens again. She’s got a repertoire of tricks that has to be seen to be believed.”

Margarite proceeded to show off Princess’s tricks. She pointed her finger and yelled “Bang!” The puppy flopped down and rolled belly up. Then jumped up for a “High Five!” Fetched things by name. Opening doors to get some of them.

Green eyed the puppy. Four months old maybe? “That’s impressive.”

He added notes about the puppies to his records. The three he’d seen had been welcome members of their human family. He was beginning to hope he’d find one looking for a new home.

He was halfway home when his cell rang. “Green? We’ve found Santa’s Elf.”

The Elf was a skinny redhead, with sharp features and bright blue eyes. Christine I. Zeitler. She looked a lot peppier than the exhausted woman he’d heard described. “I just got back from visiting my parents. Half the people I know called to say you were investigating my Psycho Santa. What’s he done now?”

matapampamuphoff on December 25th, 2016 09:33 pm (UTC)
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“Actually we can’t find him. We’re investigating a number of odd phenomenon that started before Christmas. We’d appreciate any help you can give us.”

“Oh, Lord. Come in. Sorry about the dust, but I really did just get home.”

Two suitcases were sitting beside the stairs. The townhouse had the kitchen and a single large room downstairs, bedrooms presumably up. He glanced in the slightly ajar door under the stairs. Powder room and laundry. “Nice place. You own it?”

“Just renting. I didn’t think . . . well. I was diagnosed with breast cancer three years ago. Mastectomy, chemo and radiation and the works. Then at my appointment last fall—stage four already—in the lymph system . . . Then after Christmas, it was all gone. Not just in remission. Gone. Is that the sort of phenomenon you are investigating?”

“Yes. And you think your, umm, Psycho Santa is the cause?”

“Yes.” She cocked her head at him. “How about you?”

“I’m sure of it. I’ve spent the last four days interviewing the parents of the kids that visited your Santa.”

The doorbell rang.

“That’s probably my equivalent from the CDC.”

She walked over and opened the door. “Hi, come in. Inspector Green just got here. So, you want to know about Eldon? Heh. Join the club.”

“Eldon? What’s his last name?”

“I don’t know. I hired him in a panic when my first Santa quit in the middle of the day. He was so weird, I hired a different guy the next day, but he only made it an hour. Eldon was sitting off to the side, watching and, well. I hired him. Paid him every day in cash, I was asking for a dollar donation from parents, so that worked for me. Umm, as I told Mr. Green, I had terminal cancer. I didn’t expect to live long enough to give a damn about filing taxes and so forth.”

The CDC guy sighed. “Figures. Did he say anything about what he was giving the kids?”

“Oh sure. He babbled what I thought was nonsense every time I shrieked over it. ‘Von Neumann multi-biorepair in a support medium.’ Which just happened to be red wine.”

“Von Newmann!” The CDC guy recoiled.

She shoved off the couch and walked to the refrigerator. “He poured some in my coke. I shoved it in here when I got home, and forgot about it. Then when I kept feeling better, well I bought some red wine and poured some in. Then I poured some back in the wine. And took it to my cancer support group. ‘I’m in remission, Cheers!’ They’re all better now, too. The head of the onocology department has the wine.” She pulled a plastic glass out of the fridge and held it out. “Want this?”

The CDC guys took the cup like it was the Holy Grail, or possibly radioactive, and started darting looks toward the door.

“Go ahead. I’ll ask all the rest of the questions. Scientists. Bet he’s up all night with that. I’m Chris Green, by the way. Have you spread it very far?”

“Yes. My parents, some of their neighbors, old friends. This isn’t something that can be kept quiet. It’s not something that can be studied for years before trials, before licensing. It’s what we need right now, and I’m making sure it gets off to a good start.”

Green sighed. The Boss is going to scream. “I really hope it has as few side effects as it seems, so far. I mean, what does it do to a healthy person? What will it do if there’s nothing to fix?”

She bit her lip. “Is anyone that perfect? I haven’t tried any since. Some friends of mine claimed it was energizing. Would you like to try some?”

“No way in hell. And once we can identify it, I suspect it’ll land on the illegal drug list.”

“That’s what I was afraid of. This miracle drug falls into our hands, and we run and hide under the bed. Declare war on it. Well, so far as I know, eighteen doctors have samples, and close to a hundred other people. I won’t let anyone stop this. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get my dog out of the kennel before they close tonight.”

Green allowed himself to be ushered out the door. “Please wait, before you spread it any further. Let us find out if there are any side effects.”

She scowled. “I’ll think about it.”

matapampamuphoff on December 25th, 2016 09:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Unfinished tidbit

He hesitated. “These puppies, do you know how many he gave away?”

“When he handed over the first one, he said there were only fourteen. If he was telling the truth, that’s the most he could have handed out. When he handed me, mine, he said ‘Last one.’ And then he ran away before I could hand her back.”

“I see. You kept her, so you must have . . .”

“Wanted a dog?” She curled a sarcastic lip. “Certainly not. Last thing I needed with a hospice and a funeral in my near future. But by the time the doctor admitted he couldn’t find a trace of the cancer, I was a bit attached to her. And she’s such a smart dog! It’s a bit scary.” She picked up her purse and car keys and stood watching him for a moment. “This is where you get up and leave. I have things to do.”

He yielded reluctantly, letting her usher him out of the townhouse. Close enough that she didn’t notice the bug he dropped in her purse.

15 January

“Look at that rat go!”

Green looked over to where the CDC’s youngest troops were evaluating the Von Neumanns multi-biorepair’s effect on various common lab animals. “Is that one of the old rats?”

“Yep. That fellow had clear signs of senescence, and a couple of tumors. Three days ago he drank 1cc of Santa's bio-repair. Now look at him.”

“He’s the biggest rat I’ve ever seen.” Chris frowned. “Did he grow?”

“The male rats get pretty big, when they live this long. And they’re tough to measure, with the flexible spine and all. He’s lost point six kilograms weight, though. Mostly when the tumors shrank, but he’s shaped up, too.” The timer dinged and they removed the rat, put him back in his cage and brought out the next. They were all fitted with sub-cutaneous instruments that sent metabolic data to the computers.

“How are the females doing? And the young ones?”

“Fine. Better than fine. Lower rate of every single rat problem known to man. Same with the mice, rabbits, guinea pigs, and dogs. We’re starting on primates tomorrow. This stuff is incredible.” He poked a finger at the rat on the wheel. “Those old ones ought to be in the process of dying. Now I’m wondering how long they will live.”

“Huh. I think I’ll go have a chat with the local news anchor woman.” He rubbed his arms as if cold. “We’ve covered all the kids whose parents’ contacted us. Located ten of the fourteen puppies he gave away.”

“I want to test a puppy.”

“No one seems to be sick and tired of their puppy yet. I’ll keep my eyes open.”


Mark Dillinger was still pissed off.

And the Lawyer wasn’t talking.

Just like me, I suspect. One second I was following a suspect into a room with two patrollers on my heels. A flicker of black. Then the three of us and the lawyer and mall manager we’d been looking for were stumbling around a men’s restroom upstairs in Macy’s. And everyone said we had been missing for eight days. The lawyer and manager for two weeks.

John and Steve were taking longer than previously planned vacations with their families.

Mark was still on administrative leave. The Department didn’t like the whole idea of disappearing cops.

The mall manager tended to gibber and avoid when the subject came up. But he’d finally disgorged the name and address of the lady who’d run the Santa Claus nonsense at Northside Mall.

“She doesn’t know who the man was.” The fellow had said. “She hired him on the spot when her first Santa quit. Paid him cash. She’s a nice girl!”

And now Mark was parked just down the street from the nice girl, and he was going to follow her everywhere.

matapampamuphoff on December 25th, 2016 09:35 pm (UTC)
Re: Unfinished tidbit

Chris watched as locally well known Anchorwoman Phaedra Barber pulled the TV interview up on the screen. In person, without makeup, she was friendly and good looking. Much younger than he’d guessed. The woman he’d watched on news clips, with her perfect make up, professionally styled hair and designer suits was gorgeous, and coolly professional. He’d have bet she’d had a facelift. And been wrong.

“I interviewed every Mall Santa in the area. Half of them were women, under all the fake hair. And they were all glassy-eyed after the endless streams of children. Eldon was a breath of fresh air. He actually listened to the children, and seemed to like them.” She stepped back and pointed the remote at the big screen in the staff lounge.

"Northside Mall's Santa was a bit of a surprise. Not only was the beard and hair his own, his skin tones were dark enough to be ethnic and he managed to be large without looking gross. He had that aura that draws kids, and even after a long day he was still connecting with each child as they trooped past in their hundreds. Heck, he managed to charm this reporter, and even gave me a special wine flavored lollipop." In the background an elf with curly red hair was beating her head on the North Pole. The cute blonde reporter held up the sucker, and gave it a good long stroke with her tongue.

The screen flipped back to the news studio. The male anchorman snapped his mouth shut, got his finger out of his shirt collar, and flashed a smile at the camera. "And that's our Santa report for tonight."

Chris sympathized. For one moment that woman had oozed more sex appeal through the airwaves than any ten Hollywood stars could manage in five minutes face-to-face.

“You said his name was Eldon?”

“Eldon Denison. Poor man only got a hokey paper certificate for being the best Santa in Town.” She blushed, and a grin snuck out. “So I took him out to dinner.”

And what else, eh? Chris grinned back at her. “Did he supply the wine flavor lollipops for desert?”

She chuckled. “We skipped the candy and went for the straight wine. Umm.” Now she was all soft, smiling, bedroom eyes.

Chris let his smile widen as he clicked off his recorder. “Good in bed was he?”

“Oh, Darlin’ he done ruint me for other men!” She chuckled. “Damn right he was good. When you find him, send him back my way.” She pulled the disc from the machine and handed it over. “A copy for you.”

Her smile widened at his surprise.

“All joking aside, I’ve been interviewing an incredible number of people with complete cures of various cancers, children with birth defects walking for the first time in their lives. And every one of them either visited the Mall Santa or drank some red wine they got from a skinny red headed girl named Chrissy. I smell a huge story. And I’m cursing myself for tossing an empty wine bottle two months ago.”

Chris pulled out his sheaf of cards. “The CDC has set up a temporary clinic. They’ll give you a complete physical, if you’d like to find out if anything has happened to you.”

She took the card, and eyed it thoughtfully. “Do you know, I just might do that.”

matapampamuphoff on December 25th, 2016 09:38 pm (UTC)
Re: Unfinished tidbit


“Guess that settles any questions about whether it works on people.”

Chris looked over at Ian Maitland. The doctor was still wearing his white lab coat.

“That Newslady you sent us. Did you realize she’s fifty-three?”

Chris blinked. “I thought she looked a lot younger than her news clips.”

“She is. And all the faint scars from the eyelid jobs and chin lift are gone, the nerves have regenerated from the botox treatments. And she’s two months pregnant.”


“She said that was the only possibility, once she recovered. I told her that if she aborted, we wanted to do it, to get a tissue sample.”

“What did she say?”

“She fainted again.”

Chris grinned. “Have you got any reports in from the older cancer patients Miss Zietler has been dosing with her von Neumann’s Bio-repair wine?”

“No. I have been cussed out as being a representative of the Illuminati, trying to recover and cover up the secret to eternal life, in order to keep it away from the serfs. It would be funnier if it wasn’t so close to true. What the hell are we to do with this stuff? I keep talking to these thirty-somethings, asking to speak to their fathers or mothers, only to find out that they are the eighty year olds I’m looking for.”

Chris nodded. “At the rate it’s spreading through the old codger’s network, it’ll be world-wide by next year. Hell, I keep wondering if I shouldn’t have taken Chrissy Z up on her offer and tried a sip.”

“The old rats are still going strong.” Maitland glanced toward the locked refrigerator. “Where the hell is Eldon the Mall Santa from?”

“And where did he go?” Chris ran his hands through his hair. “The cops following him said he sat down on the sidewalk and meditated for a bit, then pulled a big white Studebaker ‘Suburban’ out of thin air, hopped in and disappeared.”

“A Studey? They went belly up thirty years ago. And Chevy makes Suburbans.”

“Yeah. Kinda makes you think, doesn’t it? I’m on my way to talk to the physicists who are examining a perfectly normal bit of street for anything odd.”

“Should be as much fun as exercising rats.”

“Compass readings were off anywhere within thirty feet of the target spot. Everything metal in the area had a slight residual magnetism. All of it aimed toward the spot the police indicated, not aligned with magnetic north, not random.” Dr. Stark was wiry and energetic, acting much younger than his thin gray hair made him look. “But the most interesting thing is right here, on the spot the police said the car disappeared. Look at this thin line in the pavement. It’s an arc, four centimeters deep in the center, two meters wide. The whole circle would have been roughly three meters in diameter. Positioning it with the bottom of the circle underground allows a large vehicle to pass through. The arc is wide enough for the wheelbase, but the circle is still tall and wide enough for the whole thing to fit through.”

Chris snorted. “Wouldn’t want to try it with a Winnebago.”

Stark sighed. “I don’t know whether to tell you to stop wasting my time with nonsense, or to hope all you sharp-eyed cops really did see something weird.” A tiny series of clicks brought his head around with a frown. He stalked over to his instruments. “They’re picking something up. They aren’t even turned on and the needles. . . there a strong electromagnetic field inducing current in their circuits.” he grabbed a compass and held it flat on his palm. He walked across the street, eyes glued on the compass.

Chris darted out and waved down a car. The driver blew his horn and made a rude gesture.

“It’s a little ways down the street, not exactly on the same spot.” Stark squinted down the street.

Chris followed his gaze. In the bright sunlight it might have been a reflection off something in the street, however much it looked a snapping ball of lightening, opening up into a wide circle.

The red convertible roared around Chris. “Moron! Get out of the street!” The driver turned his head back and hit the brakes.
matapampamuphoff on December 25th, 2016 09:41 pm (UTC)
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Chris bolted forward, to see uniformed figures leaping through the lightening edged hole. Helmets like a hokey SciFi story, brassy and complex, with antennae and monoculars and microphones. Nothing hokey about the rifles, they were black, sleek and efficient looking. The first soldier through took aim at the hood of the car. A brief, eye-searing flash of light. Something like a shockwave of electricity flashed down the car. The driver yelled and practically levitated out of the car. He bolted down the road. Chris reached into his jacket and pulled out his pistol. Out gunned, he at least managed to draw the soldier’s attention away from the panicked civilian.

Chris dived for the cover of a parked car, jerked back as it flashed, rolled to his feet and ran, hunched over and hopefully hard to hit. Stark was retreating as well, but trotting backwards, his eyes taking in everything. Chris slowed as he got near the doctor, looked back. The soldiers had been content with their rout, and now spread out in a perimeter as men in white lab coats walked out of the circle, carrying instruments.

Stark huddled down behind a square meter of brick that held a mail box, and stuck his head out. “They’re homing in on the spot. I’ll bet they’re hunting for Eldon.”

Chris knelt down and peered out. “If not specifically for him, they may be investigating . . . phenomenon of this sort. Whatever it is.”

“You must not read any science fiction. We’re clearly looking at cross-dimensional or time-travel portals. Two types, possibly two sides of a war. These guys are certainly geared up for one.”

“The first one was made by a guy who spent four weeks working as a Mall Santa.”

The doctor blinked at him. “You’re kidding!” He looked back at the soldiers. “Maybe a criminal? A dangerously insane Mad Scientist?”

Chris didn’t answer. The soldiers were coming and going from the lightning portal, more coming than going. He could see people on the far side, they appeared to be installing a short ramp. A vehicle took aim at it, soared off the end of the ramp and crashed down on the convertible. The lightning circle shrunk down to a ball and disappeared with a snap of residual electricity. Alien soldiers and scientists piled into what looked like a World War Two cloth topped truck. With treads instead of wheels. The scientist who took the front had his head down over an instrument cuddled in his arms. He pointed and the truck turned and drove away. Over the remains of the convertible.

Stark bolted for his stack of instruments. Chris headed for his car. It refused to start. His cell wasn’t working.

“Some sort of EMP,” Stark yelled, jogging in the direction the truck had gone. Chris gave up and followed. I need a phone, or radio, something to sic the cops on that truck, but keep them far enough away to not get hit with that . . . “What kind of weapon is that?”

“Probably a laser initiated electrical shock. The laser ionizes the air, so it can carry an electric current. I don’t know what energy source they’re using, it ought to not be practical at those apparent voltages.”

“Hey, if they can time travel, they can have super batteries.” Chris veered into a Stop-and-Rob parking lot and grabbed the pay phone on the outside wall.

matapampamuphoff on December 25th, 2016 09:42 pm (UTC)
Re: Unfinished tidbit
And that's all I ever wrote. Obviously written after I decided Eldon had clashed with the cyborgs.
ekuah on December 26th, 2016 12:06 am (UTC)
Re: Unfinished tidbit
I wish there would be a smiley, that indicates a grateful bow. That is what I feel.
Thanks Pam.

You never wrote how Eldon clashed with the Cyborgs.

He came into contact with three refugees from a cyborg world

We know that he was likely injured when he bombed the cannibals out of existence.

This seems to clash a little bit with the fact that he is now recovering and that the cyborgs are after him.

I don't know how much you have planned his conflicts. And I know you don't like it when somebody meddles with your story.
But somehow it would make more sense if Eldon would defeat the cannibals by a more conventional method (maybe redirecting their final merge into an empty world)
And then bombing a important central cyborg hub world out of existence with the 'The Lodge in the Mountains' device.

But these are just my 50cents. Okay to be discarded. I won't pursue this thoughts further. So no bulldog (puppy or not ;-)
matapampamuphoff on December 26th, 2016 12:39 am (UTC)
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I have not plotted out Eldon's progression of disasters. If I should ever finish this, I'd probably change it to to Helios tracking him down, but frankly, they would have no idea who used the dimension bomb on them.

The cyborgs have a vast cross dimensional empire and will need a different approach. I'm not even sure Eldon will be in that story, as I have since been infected with an Ebsa-Ra'd espionage story that leads to them finding the original cyborg home world with their highest authority ensconced there. So [TOP SECRET] and then [TOP SECRET] and they have to call for the God of Spies and [TOP SECRET] and of course a Happily Ever After except [TOP SECRET!!!!!].
ekuah on December 26th, 2016 01:01 am (UTC)
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Somehow it makes sense, that the cyborgs are after Eldon.
The cannibals are already pretty crippled after 'Cannibal World'
And it seems unlikely that they would be able to organize a prolonged cross dimensional manhunt after their lone homeworld has been bombed away and only some few scattered holdouts are left.

The cannibal however are not so easy to stop and contain. The loss of a few worlds would 'only' anger them. If anything, it would motivate them to find the guy who have such a 'world destroying weapon' and aquire it for their own goals.

Edited at 2016-12-26 01:03 am (UTC)
matapampamuphoff on December 26th, 2016 01:19 am (UTC)
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Now I'm making a list of everyone who's after Eldon . . . and wondering which one has tracked him down!

(1) Disco. They really, really, don't like the idea of a world destroying weapon in the hands of a criminal gang.

(2) Earth Ditto, plus they wouldn't mind having it for themselves.

(3) Empire of the One, as above, and especially to be sure the Earth doesn't get it.

(4) The Black Island Gang. He turns on some of them (not yet written)and Jade's pretty grudgy.

(5) Helios, if they ever learn that Eldon was acting as an individual and destroyed their homeworld just because they kidnapped a few teenagers he knew.

(6) Cyborgs, because he might have been a bit obvious when [Top Secret]

Really, he's quite amazingly popular.
ekuah on December 26th, 2016 10:03 am (UTC)
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Why the Cyborgs are the most likeliest source of the observed manhunt:
(1)Cometfall would send Xen or Q to scout, not an army.
(2)The warmonger earth is probably to scared to roll in with an army, because it could be seen as cross dimensional warfare.
(3)The Empire would send one or two teams, exploration and action, to scout first.
(4)Do the Black island gang have an army?
btw. I would love it if Eldon had done something very permanent on Jade.
She has some real karma deficit.
(5) The Hellios' gate equipment and knowhow was on their homeworld when it blew up. It's unlikely that they retained any dimensional ability.
(6)They are numerous, vindictive, brutal and have no finesse. Perfect villains to send expendable armies after him.

The hunt for the device could even split the Dreimächtebündniss. Because with it one of the three could dominate the other two, or could get rid of them anyway.

About what he could have done to the black island gang:
Maybe he rescued some of their daughters from them. Those like dagger, who see that their parents are criminals and don't want to participate in bad things.

Edited at 2016-12-26 10:08 am (UTC)