It is the release date of Brawl in the EU, afterall.
Now I’m assuming this whole shebang takes place in our galaxy, which is 100,000 (10^5) light years across, which should be about 10^21 meters if my sources are right. In the picture, the distance from the core of the Galaxy to the edge lengthways (5×10^20 meters for those who can’t divide) is about 385 pixels across, making 1 pixel equal to 12×10^17 meters.
The pillar of light, though, is 230 pixels long and 56 pixels wide. Feeding these into the volume of a cylinder, we get (230x28x28)= 180320 cubic pixels, or (180320 x 1728 x 10^51) = 0.3 x 10^60 cubic meters.
To shine as it does, the pillar of light must shine at least as brightly as any of the stars in it: Most likely it shines much brighter, but we’ll take a lower limit. The sun has a power output of 4×10^26 watts, and a volume of 1.4×10^29 cubic meters, meaning it gives out 2.8×10^-3 watts per cubic meter of volume in light (and other radiation, but lets just assume the Falcon Punch gives off the same kind of deadly radiation as the Sun).
So, with all that turned through the grinder, we’re getting an approximate power of 0.8×10^57 watts from the Falcon punch, doubled because the pillar lasts for 2 seconds in the video, meaning one genuine Captain Douglas Jay Falcon FAALLLCOOONN PAAAUUNNNCHHCH!!!!! gives out a whopping 1.6×10^57 joules of raw energy, at a bare minimum, and most likely many thousands or millions of times that.
This is some 10^16 times the energy that holds the sun together (2.3×10^41 joules), with the effect that hitting the sun with the Falcon Punch should cause it to burst apart like a balloon. It’s about how much more explody the Death Star is than it needs to be, as an example. So yeah, the Falcon Punch is better in terms of destructive power than pretty much any other weapon ever created.
Not done by me, but good, no? I’ll point out that it’s not Captain Falcon doing the punch, but Bart Lemming calling himself Captain Falcon.. so even assuming the title gives you that much energy.
Yeah, good luck beating him, Sephiroth.
As you can see here, Russian Falcon Punches are not nearly as powerful, but they are strong enough to knock out Big Boss.. if you hit him with 20 of them, not bad at all.
Oh yes, here’s the prologue for Darker World – Plaetedo.
It’s a bit different to the previous one, but that’s a decision I feel good about, I did spend a few hours re-writing it, and I’m really alot happier with how it turned out.
He’d never had a very good sense of humour.
Plaetedo Krin drummed his fingers on the dashboard, mouth hanging open and a glazed expression on his rugged face.
A high pitched whining sound cut through his daydreaming like a shimmerblade. Blinking he frowned down at the small screen infront of him, reading off the display he felt his resolve fading fast. “Mighty enforcer of our laws, sadly there are still those who meddle in the art of undesirable acts, the no good villains flee from our sentinels, they are pinned down in a warehouse! Encircle, eviscerate and eliminate the scoundrels!” Lowering his forehead into a hand he muttered to himself, “That cheerful disposition.. it makes me wretch.”
“What was that Plaet?”, a chuckle from the side, “I couldn’t quite hear you!”. Shifting his gaze slightly, Plaetedo grimaced at the large, rosy cheeked man sitting aside him, driving the compact and mobile P-150 Hoverunit.
“Shut up Avu you bastard..and don’t call me Plaet, I’m not dinnerware.”
“Hah! For one who supposedly has no sense of humour, you sure crack wise on-”, Avu cut off as the barrel of a standard issue sidearm dug into his ribs.
“Don’t get misconceptions you shit. I can get a new partner easier than I could a haircut”.
They drove on in silence for several minutes, Plaetedo’s threat seemingly having an effect. They reached the criminal hideout sooner than he had hoped, pulling a small inch long needle from a pocket, he pumped a fiery colored liquid into his neck.
“My gameface, I’m not a natural killer”, he explained, taking several deep breaths, he blew the airlock and stepped out into the night air. Tugging at his belt he gazed out over K’cin City V. Towering monoliths blotted out the horizon, the hum and whine of vehicles permeated the air. Sighing he tilted his head back as a light rain began to fall. After a moment he held a hand out to catch a drop of the ‘rain’, looking down in disgust, he realised it was some form of fuel.
“A bad joke”, he spat and crammed his helmet onto his head and made his was swiftly to the warehouse entrance to shelter from the ‘fuel rain’. Avu knelt at the entrance, helmet pressed against door. Plaet could not see his partners face due to the dark visor, he wondered vaguely if the idiot was still grinning.
“The others?”, he asked quietly.
“Round the back, they’ll draw the enemy fire, we’ll suprise them from behind, remember Plaet, no prisoners.”
Plaetedo shrugged down at him and slammed his own visor down, just in time to hear voice crackle into existance in his headset.
“On my count team.. three.. two.. one..”, a piercing howl shattered the silence nearby as metal doors splintered into pieces. Plaetedo lifted his foot and kicked the door infront of him with all his might, muscle power enhanced by his bodysuit, the door caved in. Ducking and moving in headfirst, he whipped his rifle from his back and slammed into a nearby crate. Squeezing two fingers on his left hand down, he knew that an electronic signal had just flashed up on Avu’s display, signifying ‘go right’. Not even waiting for a response, Plaetedo pulled himself to the left side of the crate, and brought weapon to shoulder, two hostiles stood on a gangway above, with thier backs turned, he squeezed his finger on the grip, and two galvanised particle rounds burst from the tip, the first shattered one of the mens kneecaps from behind, the other caught him in the neck as he fell, dead before he hit the ground. Firing off another two rounds to down the second man, Plaetedo suddenly got a chill down his spine that was not related to the powerful emotion-calming drug he had taken.
“Only two..?”, As if his worry had summoned them, screams suddenly burst into life on his in-helmet communicator. Swearing he shot off towards the second and main room of the warehouse.
As he entered the large area, a gruesome sight met him.
All six of the main unit. Dead on the ground.
Yet Avu.. Avu was alive. Avu patted one of the hostiles on the shoulder and gave him a smile, a smile so different from the fake ones he constantly plastered over his large face. A true smile.
“AVU!”, the anger.. did it come at the loss of the other men? Or at the personal betrayal, Plaetedo wasn’t sure he cared at that moment, lifting his weapon he took aim, before he could fire however, a searing bolt hammered into his wrist, where the bodysuit’s armor was weak, grunting he dropped his weapon and fell to the ground. Despite the emotion-quelling drug, he felt fear, he was going to die. Desperatly he pulled forth his sidearm and whurled to his feet, somehow he managed to get to Avu before any bolts hit him, grabbing the larger mans own sidearm he wrenched it free and span, one weapon pressed against Avu’s visor, the other pointing at the several men who approached.
“You were fucking with me all this time Avu?”, he growled through gritted teeth.
“I prefer the term joking, Plaet”
Plaetedo Krin had never had a very good sense of humour.
Lackadaisically, Plaetedo found himself wondering why his thoughts were dwelling on the “drip, drip, drip” of blood as it slowly trickled from his wrist. Forcefully snatching his concentration back, he snarled. “I should kill you, Avu.” pushing the tip of his sidearm against the larger man’s skull, Plaet figured that if the other hostiles in the square room opened fire, he could use the body of Avu as a shield, as it was, he was not prepared for the other mans reponse, and it gave him pause.
“Why?”, Avu said softly.
“What?!”, Plaet realised the exclamation had come from his own mouth.
“Why kill me? Revenge? For those men you despised? For betraying you? You who works for a system you have no faith i-” Avu cut off as Plaetedo slugged him with a heavy backhand.
“Enough talk!”, Plaet roared, glad that his dark visor hid his angered expression.
‘Yet..’. he thought to himself, Why am I so angry.. I can’t blame him for hating such a system…I..also hate it, the very reason I joined S.C.S was..’
“You’re certainly handsome tonight”. Plaetedo made a wry face at the compliment. Standing at the base of a vertical disposition communicator, commonly called a VDC, he did not bother to disagree. Wearing a tailored white suit called a “tuxedo”, he could not fathom for the life of him why this was supposedly the garments favoured by the rich and famous. ‘Give me a holomaterial projector anyday’ he thought sourly in his mind, ‘who bothers actually wearing these.. clothes.. they are heavy’. His thoughts were abruptly cut off as she emerged from the VDC. ‘Although, the effect is certainly.. interesting’. She was beautiful. Wearing a long black dress that covered her pale white skin, she moved away from the VDC, the distortion in the air clearing to reveal her golden hair and green eyes, that, he thought, the most beautiful part about her. Naturally blonde haired humans were extremely rare no matter where you were in the any of the inhabited systems, although of course, many folk displayed their hair in a wide array of fabulous colours, indeed some were akin to a rainbow.
“Tedo? You’re frowning again”, he became aware her face was several inches apart from his own, and he turned away, clearing his throat.
“It’s the VDC”, he lied, “blasted thing’s been on the blink.” Absently adjusting his suit he continued, “We should leave.”
“Oh? Are we going to be late, Mr Krin?”, she asked with mock anger.
“Not a problem, I’ll steal something fast.” He grinned.
This was how he had lived. A moderately successful holoengineer living in a moderately sized abode earning a moderate wage to spend on his moderate life. Of course, when he had met her, one who was not moderate in any sense of the word, he had begun to come out of his shell, and begun to truely live for the first time. Finally he had his raison d’être. He had begun to enjoy simply being alive. So naturally, the forces of fate turned upon him.
Plaetedo collapsed against the side of the building, blood bubbling from his mouth and a dark stain spreading through his suit near the collar. Over one thousand stories high, there would be no escape from this situation.
“Pardon my rudeness it was my intent to kill you with that one strike, you musn’t wriggle about so”, said the black garbed figure, letting out a small sigh.
“If this contraption was more reliable I would have obliterated you too, my manners are lacking today”, despite his face being covered by a dark mask, Plaetedo somehow knew he was smiling. He.. Plaetedo assumed it was a he, pocketed the odd device he held, looking up slightly he noticed Plaetedo’s glare.
“Oh forgive me again, I suppose I should explain what happened to your girlf!”, the figure let out with a wry chuckle, Plaetedo’s gaze drifted back to where a black dress lay crumpled on the floor, even as he watched, the strong winds picked it up and carried it away. All that remained of her.
“This..”, the figure held the device up, “..is a Molecule Disperser.. we generally call it a MDis, it is a very dangerous weapon that is rarely utilised, indeed they are exceedingly hard to get a hold of, the general user base comes from ones of my own kin.. hitmen. This is in the interesting part..”, he gave the device a small pat, “It instantly.. how should I put it. disperses, or ‘unchains’ every molecule of the targeted matter in a set range, in other words, it is unavoidable, it cannot be defended against, and if you had a wide enough field of effect, you could instantly destroy an entire planetary system!”, letting out another mirthless laugh, he leaned towards Plaetedo, “‘So why haven’t I heard of such a thing?!’ you ask? Simple, the power needed to operate something like that is tantamount to a gamma ray burst, so it’ll be sometime before we can even think to use it!” He stood up for a moment and let out a sigh.
“There I go again, I’m always chided for talking too much to my victims, I like to be polite, is all..”, Plaetedo stared silently, he wasn’t sure whether to be angry or sad or both, the shock of losing her that fast was refusing to set in.. she had been there one moment and then the next all traces of her existence had been erased.
“Although it seems as if I do not need to finish you off, hmm? It would appear that the shimmerblade is lodged in your windpipe, oh how painful that must be!”, he clapped his gloved hands together. “I can’t imagine how much that hurts.. and you’re taking the pain without even a whimper.. then again, I imagine you are having trouble talking!”
As Plaetedo drifted into unconsciousness, he noticed three letters emblazoned on the side of the figures boot ‘S.C.S’
“Am I such a horrible person that I cannot cry for her?”
“That I think more of revenge.. for myself.”
‘I..joined S.C.S so that I find him’ He thought, as the images flashed through his mind. Lowering his weapon from Avu’s head he let out a deep breath. Perhaps.. perhaps Avu and his friends could help him in his search.
“Oh? Come to your senses Plaet? Let me explain to you, we want you to join us.”, Avu said smoothly.
“Us..?”, Plaetedo’s voice came out as a dry rasp.
“Yes my friend.. we are fighting for freedom, fighting the corrupt Goverment and fighting for the people, I know you hate the syste-”, Avu cut off as a loud humming noise permeated the air.
“GET DOW-”, He began to shout, knowing what was coming as dazzingly bright beams shone through the fibreglass ceiling, blinding everybody in the room bar Plaetedo, thanks to his dark visor which cut the glare down to almost nothing. Several objects crashed through and landed on the hard floor. Squinting down at them, Plaetedo realised what they were; portable VDCs.
Several suited figures burst forth from the crackling devices, firing upon the blinded and helpless terrorists with deadly accuracy, within several moments all the hostiles bar Avu lay dead on the floor. Avu himself was face down on the ground, a soldier binding his wrists together with a magnetised device.
Plaetedo stood there, ears ringing. Avu had tried to push him to safety.. before even attempting to save himself.
“4590 P.Krin. Place your sidearm on the ground and come with me for debriefing.” A faceless goon addressed him in an emotionless monotone.
“In addition, I will need a statement in regards to 4742 A.Solvir and his betrayal.” Plaetedo nodded dazedly and dropped his sidearm to the floor, following the man out. Turning to look at Avu as he left the warehouse, he noted that the man’s eyes blazed with passion. It was a look that he would not soon forget.
Plaetedo Krin did not hear the shot that ended Avu Solvir’s life, nor did he realise to what an extent it would change his own.
“Thank you sir”, Plaetedo replied automatically, watching as the man on the other end of the display danced about. Cairden Sho, regional commisioner to K’cin City V. Commisioner was perhaps an inaccurate title, Cairden ruled the city, a foolish man who had grasped at power whilst climbing over the backs of his comrades.
“Not only did you find and crush the rebels, you had the insight to detect what our perfect system could not, and expose Solvir as the scum he was! Words cannot express my gratitude..”, the man stole a glance down at a report, “..Pla..play.. teddo.. te.. Mr Krin! A good name, I like it! I like you!”
“Thank you sir”
“I have amazing news for you, loyal Mr Krin! In light of your actions, you may just be in for a promotion!”, the man seemed to be waiting for a reponse, he did not get one.
“Yes! In three days time you shall be I.C.A Field Agent 4590 Krin!”, he was being moved from S.C.S..? ‘I see..’ he thought to himself, ‘this isn’t a promotion, it’s an excuse to get me off planet and keep me under watch, not that they suspect me of betrayal, why should they, I still have my SiST system in my body..then..’. Cairden was listing off a list of benefits that his new posistion would bring. ‘That’s right..’ he thought.
Keep smiling, idiot.
Plaetedo sat deadpanned as the agent maneuvered the vehicle through the endless stream of traffic.
Three days had past since the incidence at the warehouse, two days since he had found out that Avu had not infact been caught for interrogation, but rather executed on sight. Two days, funny, he thought, funny that two days would now decide the rest of his life.
“This is either the best decision I’ve ever made.. or the worst”, he muttered under his breath.
Setting his eyes upon the nearby display, Plaetedo half listened as a report was read off concerning the murder of two P.D.A agents on a neighbouring planet. ‘Not like them to admit this sort of stuff..’ he mused, staring out the window.
Soon enough they came into view of a huge H shaped building, the Headquarters of the P.D.A, the Planetary Defence Agency, mother company to the S.C.S, I.C.A and C.D.F, the Special City Service, Immigration Control Agency and Civilian Defence Force. It was.. an ugly building. Plaetedo stepped from the vehicle, inclining his head to the agent.
“Krin?”, a voice from behind caused Plaetedo to instinctively tighten his grip on the ceremonial shimmerblade he held in one gloved hand.
‘I should have taken something to calm myself.. how foolish I am’, he thought, shaking visibly as he turned.
“Chilly day, isn’t it?”, he said with a fake smile directed at the P.D.A guard approaching him, “Yes.. I’m Plaetedo Krin, here for re-assignment and promotion.”
Without another word the guard beckoned for Plaetedo to follow him, and marched off into the building, not desiring any further contact or conversation.. like a machine.
As they walked through the lobby of the building, Plaetedo forced himself to stop shaking, yet there was nothing he could do about the beads of sweat on his forehead.
“In”, the guard’s synthesized voice hissed through his helmet.
Plaetedo gave a nod and stepped into the VDC, after several moments of intense white, his vision returned to him, stepping fowards he ran his gaze around the room, obviously it was a private VDC, one would not normally move directly into ante-chambers.
“Mr Krin, won’t you take a seat, let us move straight to business!”, a cheerful voice crackled through a display infront of him, followed by the face of Cairden Sho.
Taking quick note of the other individuals in the room, Plaetedo bit hard on his tongue.. of course, it wouldn’t be that easy, he wouldn’t face him in person. Moving to the seat, Plaetedo half lowered himself into it.
“Mr Krin, is there something on the chair? I assure you it won’t bite”
“Oh.. no, no there’s nothing wrong, I was hoping I would converse face to face with a man of such.. monumental status as you, Sir”
“Pish!”, the man made a flicking gesture over the display, “I am seated in my office just down the hall, security reasons, you understand”
Plaetedo looked up at the display, ‘Now or never I suppose..I hate waiting anyway’.
He squeezed his left index finger and his right thumb, activating a self-projecting two stage holo-field, the first stage, rendered Plaetedo almost entirely invisible, he was infact wearing a holomaterial projector, a very thin dark skin tight outfit that stretched over his entire body, then projecting whatever he pleased, a jacket, a cape, anything. In this case he had a modified suit, which covered his face as well, thus rendering him invisible. As for the second stage, it projected a perfect image of himself where he was sitting, as for what pushing down his right thumb had done, it had discharged a powerful surge, not so much that it would cause any notice, but enough to cause the lights to flicker for one instant, covering his swap.
Moving slowly across the room, Plaetedo watched in content as his doppleganger sat there, talking and nodding. As long as nobody tried to touch him, it would work, it was programmed to respond accordingly and then disperse once reaching the VDC. Of course, this was assuming Cairden did not spring any bizarre questions out of the blue, Plaetedo continued to watch.
“..as such your transport off planet shall arrive in two days, I hope you find the flight enjoyable!”, Cairden was saying.
“Thank you sir, although I shall miss K’cin City five”
“As would I, Mr Krin”, how predictable the fool was.
“If that’s all sir, I have many things to prepare”
“Of course, Mr Krin, you are dismissed.”
“Thank you sir”, the hologram said with a slight bow of the head, before standing up and heading for the VDC, thankfully none of the guards made a move to touch him, and the hologram dispersed into the air upon reaching the VDC. So far the plan was perfect.
Not waiting another moment, Plaetedo slipped from the room and deactivated the invisibility, there would be no recording devices in Cairden’s office. With the holo-projector deactivated, the ceremonial shimmerblade took on its true form, a Gyro-action alcide rifle.
“It’s amazing a man with the stupidity to disclose his location to his killer became a regional Commissioner.”, Plaetedo muttered aloud.
Slowing as he reached the double doors at the end of the hall he hoisted the rifle to his shoulder, the weapon was designed for close quarter combat in confined areas, the modified alcide bullets it discharged were designed to fire in a cone infront of the user, however, the bullets were so large that the clip was designed to be manually loaded one at a time via a sharp twist, hence the name, gyro-action. It was an ungainly weapon, true, but it would certainly kill anything it fired upon, the bullets were essentially untraceable. Nobody could pin this to him.
Squeezing the trigger mechanism, Plaetedo closed his eyes for a moment as the rifle fired, blasting the door to pieces to such an extent that even the miniscule machines in the material that would instantly repair any damage were obliterated. Pushing his way through the remains of the door, Plaetedo slapped his hand across the cylindrical clip, spinning the next bullet into lock, spinning to the single suprised guard, he pulled the trigger once more. the force of the bullet tore out a sizeable chunk of the mans torso and sent him flying several feet to smash into the wall with a loud crunch, rolling the clip along his forearm, he span to face Cairden, who sat at his desk, shock written all over his face.
“..You!.. you’re a maniac!”, Cairden yelped, as he slumped in his chair.
“How.. how, SIST is in you!”, he shrieked as Plaetedo turned on him.
SiST, the Service In Severe Trauma system, was installed into all S.C.S, I.C.A and C.D.F employees, in simple terms it allowed for manual and automatic shutdown of the host body via manipulating nerve receptors and the signals from the brain. It was programmed to activate automatically in the act of opening fire upon an ally. How Avu had gotten around the system Plaetedo did not know.
He held up a small vial filled with a golden substance, “This is Fearicide, a drug commonly taken by rebels or those not officially recognised as citizens, it nulls all your emotions and feelings down to nothing, suppose one could do the opposite, increase the emotions, increase the fear you feel, the cold as it bites your skin.. if you could inject yourself with such a large quantity of this theorectical substance, it would overwrite the programming of SiST”, as he explained, he began loading another bullet into its chamber.
“Of course, I had no idea if it would work, it looks like it did”, Plaetedo leveled the rifle at the mans head, “Not much point in explaining I suppose, farewell, Cairden”
“Wait! I can give you money.. I..”, he began to whimper before Plaetedo cut him off, “All the money in the world could not dissuade me, although if you answer my question, I won’t blow your head into pieces..” He growled, lowering the tip of the rifle.
“Yes! I’ll answer, what do you want to know?!”
“Seven years ago, I was attacked by a hitman, he was part of the S.C.S, tell me why”
“He? He?! Hitman!? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Plaetedo pulled the trigger, blasting Cairden’s leg clean off. Ignoring the mans screams, he continued, “You robbed me of my lover and almost my life, why? why attempt to kill me and then allow me to join the S.C.S?”
“MY LEG!”, Cairden howled as he clutched at what remained of his lower body. Plaetedo realised he would soon die of blood loss and raised the rifle again.
“I DID WHAT HAD TO BE DONE! I WILL DO ANYTHING! I CAN DO ANYTHING!” he roared, lurching at Plaetedo, who kicked him back into the chair.
“Really? Can you fly?”
Agent Tinum looked up from the inside of his vehicle in shock as a golden glow danced across the dashboard, ‘the sun, eh?’ he thought, ‘been a while since it peaked through the clouds, they say something good will happen when the sun shines.. heh heh.. promotions perhaps?’ squinting, he stared at the black dot across the face of the sun, rapidly growing larger. ‘What is that?’ he thought, leaning up and fowards to stare at the object which was rapidly growing larger.
Tinum had never been very bright, nor had his reactions been fast enough for him to join S.C.S, thus leaving him with the mundane job of driver, as it was, he was not fast enough to avoid the body of Cairden Sho as it smashed into his vehicle.
Plaetedo collapsed and began laughing as tears streamed down his face and he shook violently, the aftereffects of taking the modified Fearicide were beginning to kick in, the slight joy at gaining some part of his revenge, the fear of being caught and the sadness of not finding any real answers were all amplified hundreds of times.
“What do I do now.. perhaps I shouldn’t have killed him.. I could have gotten more answers.. “, Plaetedo mumbled, trying to think. It would take them months to figure out it was he who had killed Cairden, in the mean time he would head to his new assignment on a new planet, there he would have time to think and ponder his next move.
Standing up, he staggered over to the hole in the building where he had sent Cairden on a flight, “I kept my word.. I didn’t blast his head apart”, he chuckled, the drug soon turning his quiet chuckle into an insane laugh, doubling him over.
“I.. need to get out of here”, he wheezed in between bouts of laughter.
Pulling a VDC off from his belt, he took several deep breaths.. this was by far the most dangerous part of the plan, he could not leave the VDC here, yet of course he could not destroy it and then use it, the only option was to destroy it as he used it.. he looked out at the dizzying drop that stretched below him.
Grabbing the VDC tightly to his chest, he leapt, out into the sky, for one moment he felt as if truly was flying, then the winds began to buffet him, sending him tumbling in all directions as he hurlted towards the earth below, he gritted his teeth and pulled the VDC to his feet, stretching a finger to hit the activation pad, as his finger brushed it, he lost his grip and began to fall away from the VDC, amazingly it activated and he was pulled through.
Appearing inside his apartment, Plaetedo fell to the floor, disorientated and vomiting. VDC’s were not designed to send matter over such long distances, there was a chance parts of him would not have made it, as it turned out, all his limbs seemed to be in place. He staggered to his bed and collapsed onto it, the VDC he had used to get here was hopefully smashed into a thousand parts, the airspace around the P.D.A was restricted to all civilians, and UFOs were shot on sight by the defence system, Plaetedo had somehow escaped before they had started to fire. He let out a deep sigh, and dropped his head back, he would need lots of sleep to recover from todays events.
Plaetedo had no idea that his true ‘adventure’ was only just beginning.