Doomed.

edit: sorry this took so long to put up, I think I may have messed up the upload when I was in overload earlier, only just noticed.

So, after The hooded guy made his broadcast, I panicked. I freely admit it. I mean, where do you go from there. Then I got mad. I whirled into action, using everything I could think of to gather information. I hacked every source of information I could find, reaching out, pulling it all to me, desperate for more news. I sent out roots to sense for danger, and find out what the plants had sensed or experienced. I used WM to sense at the air, pulling anything strange to me, sensing with all my might. I felt a weird sort of crack, like our world was slightly broken, it seemed familiar somehow, but why? The shard! Where it had briefly flown through the base and vanished again, there were cracks in the world. Worrying, but not relevant for now. I used every ability I had to find out anything at all. I remembered Hooded guys final speech on the tv:

'And now, I speak directly to Tempest and his little band of followers, or what's left of them. You are doomed, as is your world. I have nearly collected everyone I need, and once I have the rest of you, my victory is all the more assured. I can flip anything you throw at me, your abilities are useless. Your friends tried to warn you, but it was a simple matter to prevent that. You are all so pitifully dimwitted, it's a wonder you pose any threat at all. I am going to complete my collection of your worthless allies, or at least the ones that pose a potential threat, and then, then, I am coming. For you.'

I thought through it, line by line. Flip. friends tried to warn you. Flip.
Still an information blur, I contacted Micah. 'Micah! Thank heavens you haven't been taken. I need you to protect my blog temporarily, I'm going to try something.'
'Tempest? Will do. Does this have anything do with that weird guy on tv?'
'Everything. Thanks, hold on'
I reversed all my blog's protections. 'Flipped' everything. And there they were. Six posts, all about him. I scooped them up, set everything back, thanked Micah, and dumped them on the blog normally. They're visible now.
Soon after that I was done, and calmed down. I did not feel well. Getting up, and wishing we hadn't just had lunch, I was forced to send Rag to his base to summon SOLAR and do some work across both out computers. I'd just got an email from a girl called abigail, that had been hidden like the autoblogs and only just been freed, saying that she was told to email me if her flatmate, Doolittle, vanished. Damn. I was gutted. Had nobody escaped? Anyway, that had just happened when I got a call, which Hana told me was urgent.
'T? Code, I dunno, hooded guy. Code hooded guy!'
'What!? Ok, get to the planet room! I'm so sorry I sent you over there! You shouldn't have gone alone!'
'Not your fault, don't worry about it. Why am I going to a dead end room?
'You're not. You're going to a room with planets and a skylight.'
'Oh. Ok, nearly in, woah, Pluto's got a big hole now?'
'Get in.'
'oooooook.....hey it's closing!'
'Duh. Hold tight!'
'Wha?! What the hell is it doing?!'
'Taking off.'
'Wow.'
(smashing noise)
'Holy (CENSORED via program 243)'
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'Owwww! Better landing please?'
'Sorry. But you're out, and quite far away from the base.'
'Yeah, thanks, I'll head back over to you.'
No, you won't.
'Rag? Who was that? Is someone with you?'
'Oh (CENSORED via program 243)'

Rag was gone. I knew it. He'd been taken. This was my fault. Pete had gone into college to do some coursework, so I rushed off to get him to safety, instructing Playwrite to instantly knockout anybody that wasn't us that approached. When I got to Rag and Pete's college, a hole in a wall and a startled teacher met me. I was too late. When I got back here, Playwrite had vanished. I've been madly trying to find out where hooded guy might be ever since. He can't have many people to go now, and then he's coming for me. But I'll be ready. He won't know what's hit him. I know enough to work out how to fight him now, and I. WILL. WIN.