Harry Potter hummed a little ditty as he watched Voldemort's resurrection for the umpteenth dozen time. He just loved it when a plan came together
Sure it had taken him personally centuries of studying sciences ranging the basics of engineering or chemistry to the very esoteric and exotic.
Not to mention the trillions of dollars and almost uncountable hours of R&D.
It had been a goal worth striving for, a goal that had kept his sanity partially intact and his mind sharp in an effort to stave off boredom outside of the always amusing fused loops.
"My robe," Voldemort commanded moments after stepping out of the cauldron.
Pettigrew complied as best he could with only one hand, the other being a bleeding stump.
Now dressed, something Harry was personally grateful for ~ naked Dark Lords were just plain wrong; Dark Ladies on the otherhand..... ~ Voldemort turned toward Harry and begin his usual spiel.
This was Harry's cue to jump in.
"Hey Voldemort," Harry taunted the rather inhuman figure twenty meters away from him. "Three words for you: Death From Above."
Voldemort paused in momentary confusion at that, he had been expecting far different reaction from the Boy-Who-Lived than that.
It was a moment Voldemort would never get back, or at least get in this loop, as Harry's message became clear with an earth shattering impact.
BOOM
Harry, his ears ringing from the sound of the impact, gazed up with pride at the mechanical giant in front of him.
Towering over the grave yard was an Atlas (AS7-J to be precise) Battlemech in all it's titanic technological glory, the moonlight gleaming off the golden death's head of the fearsome Assault class mech.
An Atlas which had just successfully pulled of a DOA attack on Voldemort.
Sure it had taken him personally centuries of studying sciences ranging the basics of engineering or chemistry to the very esoteric and exotic.
Not to mention the trillions of dollars and almost uncountable hours of R&D.
It had been a goal worth striving for, a goal that had kept his sanity partially intact and his mind sharp in an effort to stave off boredom outside of the always amusing fused loops.
"My robe," Voldemort commanded moments after stepping out of the cauldron.
Pettigrew complied as best he could with only one hand, the other being a bleeding stump.
Now dressed, something Harry was personally grateful for ~ naked Dark Lords were just plain wrong; Dark Ladies on the otherhand..... ~ Voldemort turned toward Harry and begin his usual spiel.
This was Harry's cue to jump in.
"Hey Voldemort," Harry taunted the rather inhuman figure twenty meters away from him. "Three words for you: Death From Above."
Voldemort paused in momentary confusion at that, he had been expecting far different reaction from the Boy-Who-Lived than that.
It was a moment Voldemort would never get back, or at least get in this loop, as Harry's message became clear with an earth shattering impact.
BOOM
Harry, his ears ringing from the sound of the impact, gazed up with pride at the mechanical giant in front of him.
Towering over the grave yard was an Atlas (AS7-J to be precise) Battlemech in all it's titanic technological glory, the moonlight gleaming off the golden death's head of the fearsome Assault class mech.
An Atlas which had just successfully pulled of a DOA attack on Voldemort.