/authors/colbalt-jada/Recent content in Colbalt Jada on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-usSat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000/stories/2003/03/06/paragon-vs-plastica-15/Thu, 06 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2003/03/06/paragon-vs-plastica-15/<p>(story continues from <a href="paragon14.html"><strong>Paragon Vs Plastica 14</strong></a>)</p> <p>Chapter 15: Endgame by Cobalt Jade (<a href="mailto:cobaltjade@aol.com">cobaltjade@aol.com</a>)</p> <p>The sorceress started forward, blinked, then hesitated. She was not a creature who easily registered surprise, but Cinnabar was certain she expected to find Plastica alone. Shana and Allison avoided her hooded black gaze, knowing firsthand of her hypnotic nature from the Stuttgart raid; but Lori, Noelani and Gina stared in fascination, dazzled by her ancient, alien beauty. Kylasha was tall and firmly built, dusky skinned, with raven hair and slightly slanted eyes; her mien was that of a powerfully muscled cobra. She wore a plain black shirt and black trousers, mundane traveling wear, and a pair of tall boots. The only exotic touch was a pair of heavy gold earrings that swung from her lobes, with designs that might have been pre-Egyptian.</p>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-10/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-10/<p>Paragon Vs Plastica Chapter 10: Trapped by Cobalt Jade (<a href="mailto:cobaltjade@aol.com">cobaltjade@aol.com</a>)</p> <p>Lori sighed and rolled over in bed, brushing her cheek against Cal&rsquo;s motionless shoulder. <em>Why do things have to be so complicated and ugly,</em> she thought. She could be living the normal life of a student now, blissfully ignorant of the ugly issues costumed superpowers dealt with every day. She was suddenly envious of Cal. How little he knew.</p> <p>She kissed his shoulder, inhaling the slightly sweet, slightly pungent man- smell. She wasn&rsquo;t quite ready to go back to HQ yet. He stirred, letting out a deep breath of his own, and her fingertips snaked over his hip to tell her was indeed aroused, and rising fast, warm and solid in her hand.</p>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-11/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-11/<p>(story continues from <a href="paragon10.html"><strong>Paragon Vs Plastica 10</strong></a>)</p> <p>Chapter 11: Bitter Sacrifice by Cobalt Jade (<a href="mailto:cobaltjade@aol.com">cobaltjade@aol.com</a>)</p> <p>Cal groaned and tried to sit up. <em>Must&rsquo;ve been a helluva party,</em> he thought. His head hurt, his whole body hurt. He was lying on something hard, a scratchy surface rubbing against his cheek. A blanket? <em>God, whose couch did I crash on? Lori&rsquo;s? Jason&rsquo;s?</em> He tried to stretch, his limbs oddly sluggish. <em>I&rsquo;d better get up before I&rsquo;m late for soc class&hellip;</em></p>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-12/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-12/<p>(story continues from <a href="paragon11.html"><strong>Paragon Vs Plastica 11</strong></a>)</p> <p>Chapter 12: Glittering Prizes by Cobalt Jade (<a href="mailto:cobaltjade@aol.com">cobaltjade@aol.com</a>)</p> <p>Lori watched the warehouse floor with frozen eyes. She was sealed inside a transparent sphere along with a couple hundred gallons of water. She should have drowned, except she was as plastic as the drifting snowflakes circling slowly around her.</p> <p><em>Snowglobe. I&rsquo;m trapped inside a giant snowglobe.</em> Her thoughts were slow and muzzy, but she knew Cal must escaped, or Plastica would have been torturing her by threatening to hurt him. Had he made it back to his apartment? Or was he lying dead or dying somewhere in the tangled swamps that surrounded the plant? A dull panic seized her, but found no outlet. <em>Please God, let him be safe&hellip;</em></p>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-13/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-13/<p>(story continues from <a href="paragon12.html"><strong>Paragon Vs Plastica 12</strong></a>)</p> <p>Chapter 13: Checkmate by Cobalt Jade (<a href="mailto:cobaltjade@aol.com">cobaltjade@aol.com</a>)</p> <p><em>Where am I?</em></p> <p>She couldn&rsquo;t move; she couldn&rsquo;t feel. She couldn&rsquo;t see. But she could hear&hellip; faintly&hellip; the click of sharp-heeled footsteps, the throb of distant machinery. And she felt the presence of living minds near her, though she couldn&rsquo;t communicate with them. Only with Scirocco had she been able to do that. But she could sense those familiar to her when they were within telepathic range, and she knew without a doubt they were the missing members of her team. And that all of them trapped.</p>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-14/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-14/<p>(story continues from <a href="paragon13.html"><strong>Paragon Vs Plastica 13</strong></a>)</p> <p>Chapter 14: Gambit by Cobalt Jade (<a href="mailto:cobaltjade@aol.com">cobaltjade@aol.com</a>)</p> <p>Cinnabar walked slowly across the factory floor, Sabreglass held high before her. Her head was clearing from its fog. She glanced right and left: disused machinery, loading docks, mannequins. In the far distance was a brighter area lit with fluorescent lights. Her memories of the factory were vague, but she knew there was a work area, a warehouse, and a lab, and that had to be the lab. If Plastica was anywhere, she had to be there.</p>