## Charlotte - Cinder's Vessel As Cinder was briefly replying to Charlotte's question, the little critter kept bouncing on the co-pilot's chair but turned her figure to face the talking pilot. At first, her stare was blank and didn't convey any form of readable reaction, she just kept jumping. But after a few seconds of bland silence, her small mouth started running again. "**Oh your friend did give cheese?! I need to know their name!**" As she hopped around like the rabid child she is, her feet ended up landing on Cinder's shoulder once more and followed by alternating from shoulder to shoulder. From there she could see what was through the windshield. It appeared to be space, all dark with a few colors here and there. It was horribly boring for her in the end, but worth it nonetheless. "**Does the Xixi device make cheese?! Are we going to steal things again, Cinder ...?**" She stopped jumping and landed on the woman's lap, looking up at her with a tilted face. She was curious to know what they were actually going to do, something a normal person would actually ask before even agreeing to such a mission.

**??? - Crew Corridor, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir** The figure swore and turned as soon as he heard the cry from behind him. But it was rather late even has he raised his pistol, the needles burying himself in his legs. He stumbled, but as he had turned, the intended pressure points were left quite unharmed. He gritted his teeth ad swung the pistol up to fire, in time for Gambol Shroud to wrap around his waist and yank him off his feet! He pulled the trigger as he fell to the ground, the shot sizzling far too close over their heads. It was a red blast of intensely hot energy, and when it hit the wall behind them it left a warped spot on the metal. The damage was just the surface, but the weapon was clearly powerful. --- **Saber - The Elevator, Yggdrasil** Saber seemed not entirely aware of what was going on around her as she boarded the elevator. Instead, her mind was on all the glorious, delicious food that could be obtained in the Restaurant District. Japanese, English, Chinese, French, Italian, American, and so many more Earth Countries were represented. But that was not all. Yggdrasil was a multiverse meeting place, and therefore cuisine from places Saber had never before heard of were also present. The elevator let out a whir as their floor was selected and began to smoothly glide down the massive tower. It was cylindrical in shape, and quite large and spacious. It was made for large-scale transport across the immense tower, and naturally it had to be fast. After all, it had to get from the top floor all the way to the bottom. Or in this case, the one-hundred-seventh to the sixth. As they went, they would catch glimpses of floors. Some of the lower floors were quite large, as they were resdential. Huge buildings could be seen outside the elevator, further cementing the vast size of Yggdrasil. It was about now that she realized she should probably interact with the people with her. "... Kanzaku will accompany us if he chooses, the restaurant district is easy enough to locate," she said, realizing that she had kind of just left him behind. Certainly it would be no real issue to follow them, though. Hopefully. "... I am not certain what restaurant to visit. There are so many choices..." And once again, Saber's eyes shone as she thought of the sheer number of potential options. But wait... what was that? There was some kind of commotion as they reached the sixth floor, a large man yelling about... something. --- **The Restaurant District, Yggdrasil** The girl at the counter cleared her throat, and attempted to speak up, but the man had already turned away from her to talk to the crowd. Oh, what was she going to do, she'd never once encountered a customer like this before. It was way, way to stressful... The crowd, too, seemed uncertain of what to do. They shuffled awkwardly, until finally a young man stepped forward. He had short, dark hair and was dressed in a rater professional fashion, a suit and tie. "Well... the converters just convert your money into Yggdrasil marks and then back," he said, trying to make his explanation. "It's so that everyone can have their money accepted here and we don't have to deal with all the different kinds of currency." The commotion, of course, left few people to notice when several dark figures moved along the catwalks above the restaurant. --- **Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B** In the aftermath of the blast from the huge gun, all was silent. Black Rock Shooter kept Rock Cannon trained on the hole that had been shot in the building, even as the smoke made it impossible to see if it had hit anything. Her focus was so complete that she didn't really notice the woman who had emerged from the crater, or the conversations of the people around her. No, the otherself was completely focused on the hole that had been blasted in the towering ruin. As the smoke cleared, she saw it. The was roughly three meters tall, but it didn't look like it was supposed to be. It was like someone had taken a smaller creature and stretched it upwards. It was entirely pale, but not as if it had simply gotten little sun. It looked sick, veins visible beneath its skin. It was humanoid, with unnaturally long arms and legs. The face had only two, perfectly circular, black eyes. There were no other features on its body, aside from a thin slit down its stomach. It stood in the hole in the building and stared. It was wrong. Without a moment's hesitation, Black Rock Shooter fired Rock Cannon! The blue blast hurtled through the air with a crack, and struck the creature in the chest. It didn't even try to dodge. Its body seemed to come apart and then burst into ashes as the blast struck, killing it in a single shot. Before the otherself could lower her cannon... Another appeared. And another, and another... so many looked out from the ruins of the buildings... and one by one, they leaned forward and lunged. --- **The Hanger, Shadow Eternity Headquarters** Dead Master had to be... left for now. There were further matters to attend to. The Leader stepped into the hanger. It was impossible to tell where she was looking, the mask made it impossible. It was simple, white with angular black eyes and a black frown. At the moment, it likely reflected her feelings as she strode into the hanger, her cloak shifting with each motion. "Now... what is going on here? I'm certain there's something more... productive you could be doing."

Bjorn stared at the woman as she said something about being ripped from his own universe... "I have lived for over 10,000 years, faught countless battles across worlds too numerous to remember, I have conversed with the greatest minds the imperium has to offer, as well as the weakest... And what you have just said is, quite possibly, the most insane thing I have ever had the misfortune to hear. But, being as I appear to have no choice but to believe you, I will ask. What is happening, then?" he asked.

Gintoki rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, looking around at the restaurants around him and the others. The way the place looked reminded him of Kabuki-cho, what with all the shops there and all. "You know, it's still kind of cold to do that in the first place..." he said before noticing the commotion nearby. Casually choosing to ignore it, Gintoki looked to the side and pointed to an ice cream store, whose name (luckily) seemed to be in Japanese. What a miracle that was. "Hey, how about we head there? It seems like they'd have a pretty good selection of stuff to choose from." he suggested, not paying any mind to that strange person. Arguments were common regardless of where you went, so it was probably better to not get involved in that mess anyhow. ------ Suwako's eyes widened as she saw the creature, but quickly covered her eyes as Black Rock Shooter fired at it and more or less erased it's existence from the world. When more started coming, though, Suwako leaped into the air and quickly tossed her rings at the creatures. As they ricocheted about amid the horde, Suwako raised her right hand- the one with the spellcard in it- and shouted. "Party Start 'Two Bows, Two Claps, and One Bow'!" Suwako flicked the spellcard in the air as waves of magical projectiles formed in the air behind her. Though by normal logic she would have begun to fall right now, Suwako maintained her position in the air. "Huh, so I guess using spellcards keeps me afloat... That's nice." she noted to herself as two waves of bullets swept down from both sides of her, followed by a cluster of various blue orbs at one of the creatures. The bullets seemed to be decimating the wave, though it seemed there were quite a few more standing... The number never seemed to diminish, for some odd reason. "Uh... That is... Wow. I didn't know danmaku could kill things. New world, new rules?" she wondered as the bullets continued to sweep through the wave of creatures coming at them. ----- Dio turned as he heard the all-too-familiar voice of Shadow Eternity's leader behind him. Sighing, he put on a smile before turning around to face her and speak. "Ah, princess. My apologies for the commotion- I was simply trying to convince Blackout over here to allow me to ride him to the tracking facility we have elsewhere. After all, the thieves have probably left the warehouse they stole from by now, and I would much prefer that the facility keep all of its resources in reserve. We simply had a little... Demonstration, if anything. Making sure everyone's in top form and all that."

**Cinder Fall - Cinder's Vessel** Once more Cinder found herself suppressing a surge of annoyance, and the urge to blast Charlotte with some Dust. Not that it would do anything, but it was the thought that counted. Still, she couldn't do that because Charlotte was much too useful, so she'd have to put up with it. At least she could count on the young Witch to be effective when it came down to it. Pressed for a name, Cinder decided to give a fair answer to her little helper. "Roman Torchwick." The mention of the supposed criminal mastermind brought a smirk, as she imagined him trying to deal with Charlotte. Perhaps she should arrange a meeting someday. It would certainly be amusing. For her anyway, though probably not Roman. But that was his problem. At last she was asked on what they were doing, and Cinder looked out the front window at passing space as they drew nearer their target. "Yes, we're stealing again. They recovered an ancient device in stasis, a power source that can directly convert matter to energy with complete efficiency, for power, and use as a weapon.' She paused then, guessing that Charlotte wouldn't get it, before providing a simpler explanation. "It's a device that helps other things make cheese." --- **Nono - Elevator, Yggdrasil** Nono looked out the window of the elevator as they descended and moved across the many levels of the tower, enjoyment visible for all to see. Admittedly, with the distances involved she could have just warped there, but that would mean less time around her friends and onee-sama. And as the android was naturally a social creature, she didn't want to be separated for too long if she could help it. She nodded in agreement with Saber, as they arrived at their destination, the massive restaurant district. She looked about as they stepped off the elevator, taking into account the indecisiveness which her friend was showing as to what they should get, though also aware it wouldn't be that hard to impress her. And to be honest, Nono was looking forward to trying something different as well. There were quite a variety of options, besides from the Earth she had lived on in the far future. She considered the ice cream shop, but dismissed it, not really in the mood for something like that at the moment. She quickly decided on another choice. "Oh, how about that," she offered, pointing to a more multicultural, buffet type restaurant. "It's got more than ice cream. And it's all you can eat." If anything would get Saber's attention, it would be that last part. Sure, it was a bit nearer the commotion, but that was the price you paid for getting to see your 'older sister' practically eat her way to a food coma.

**Blake - Crew Corridor, UMMA Vessel _Tanngrisnir_** Blake instinctively ducked behind Jaune's shield as the pistol went off, the shaft of red light . Could her Aura stop that? She didn't really want to find out. Before the man had completely come to rest of the floor, Blake was moving again, ducking under the shield and darting forward at a low run. As she approached, there was a subtle glow around the girl, and in the space of a blink there were two Blakes advancing down the corridor. The newly created shadow clone dived at the intruder, trying to wrap itself around his gun arm and wrestle the weapon up into the air, away from her colleagues. Blake herself scooped up Gambol Shroud on her way past and aimed a solid kick at the man's fingers.

##[Chalcedon](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75113/posts/char?page=2#post-2322931) of the Lamenters ####Client World 576143290-B --- One by one did they rear their ugly heads, the warped, miserable xenos who stood a full third higher than he did. And as they appeared, so did Chalcedon take note of them mentally and electronically. He scowled as their numbers swelled, matching the grim visage that was eternally fixed on his faceplate, and with a mighty roar, fired upon the coming alien horde. Taking note of the scandalously-dressed girl discharging her plasma gun and after reloading to another ammunition type, he was now sending bursts of four subsonic bolts for each foe. He reckoned that supersonic bolts would overpenetrate the current enemy and fail to deliver their explosive charge whilst inside their putrid flesh. **"Let the name of our Immortal Emperor be on your lips as you kill for Him and His glorious Imperium! Imperator Dominatus! We shall hold against this _scum!_"**

 "**Hm... Perhaps some random terrorism will suffice.**" Eternal said. He took a pink USB device and placed it in a slot on his knife. **DIMENSION! MAXIMUM DRIVE!** The knife glowed hot pink as Eternal slashed the empty air. The space in the air turned into a gray wall that looked almost like an aurora. Eternal turned to the others. "**Come with me if you wish to help.**" With that, he entered. ---- Outside on the Mushroom Kingdom, Mario could see a gray aurora just overhead. The wall closed in on him until it stopped a few feet from him. Out of the wall came Eternal, knife ready to fight.  The gun fired something that wasn't a bullet. Shame. He really wanted to see if he could activate his mutant power at a speeding bullet. While the needles hit, they didn't hit entirely. He needed more. Fortunately, that was only ten of a set of a hundred. He prepared for another hit, but Blake went into melee range. He was afraid that he'd catch Blake in the crossfire. He hesitated, waited for the right moment to strike.

**John Carver- CMS Terra Nova, Bridge** John leaned back in his chair at the weapon control station. There was, quite literally, nothing to do. Everyone had begun to worry that these SE people were organized enough to send a retaliation force, but after quite some time of waiting, they had sent not one soldier. It was a bit disappointing really. At least he got to sleep a bit more tonight. His RigLink's Video Communication hologram suddenly popped up in front of him, and Zyland's image appeared. He was still down next to the ShockSpace Drive. "Isaac. I have this thing running again. Take us out of here." "That's great." Came Isaac's reply. It kind of annoyed Carver that Isaac was ten feet from him, so he heard his viice in real life, then again a half-second later on the video comm. "Come on back up here and we'll shock out." "Negatory, Cap'n," Zyland retorted. "I'm going to strap in down here and make sure this thing doesn't fall apart on us during the trip." "Good thinking. See you after deshock." Isaac said before ending the chat. Carver tightened his harness to make sure he wasn't going anywhere. He guessed that Isaac was only listening for him to make sure he was buckled in, because the moment Carver looked up, the ship began the jump. The familiar blue aura surrounded the ship as it began to shake, but this inly lasted for a few moments until stabilizing. It was smooth sailing from here. __________________________________ **Isaac Clarke- CMS Terra Nova, Isaac's Quarters.** Isaac awoke from his nap to the sound of the ship's automated notification system. "_Approaching destination. Prepare to deshock. Failure to deshock could create cataclysmic results._" Isaac sighed, sat up from his bed, and spoke. "Controls to Captain's Quarters." He commanded, and instantly the holographic control panel appeared in front of him as he sat on the edge of his mattress. He placed a finger on a particular button, and the notification came through that the ship would deshock in 15. "Here we go." "_12_" Isaac thought of Ellie, and his silent promise to return to her as soon as he could. Before he knew it- "_2. 1._"The ship was already vibrating to the point where another moment of daydreaming would have allowed him to fall in the floor. He stood up from his bed and ordered the controls to the bridge, then made his way there. Upon entering, he found Carver looking at the planet below. "What have we got?" He asked the somdier as he entered the room. "This planet reninds me of that last one." He answered. "How so? Dense forests?" "No... Bad vibes." "Only stoners use the word "vibes" anymore, Carver." "I'm serious. I don't like it here. The planet doesn't even seem to have civilization. Maybe you hacked some bad files." "We'll see. Scan the ground. I want to see exactly what we can find down there." "Scanning just began." "Great." The nonchalant conversation proved how little the two of them believed anyone would be coning to attack them from their current position in low-orbit. They didn't realize, however, they were in orbit close to the organization known as Shadow Eternity's Headquarters.

####**_Sorcerer Atun - Client World 576143290-B _** Finally, after days of seeking, he had found it. The third eye upon the giant sorcerers helmet snapped open, radiant with psyker power. The tornado of sand and lightning which had hidden and protected him from the...natives, began to fade. He had found the Warp again - almost. It was a distant connection at best, nor could he 'hear' the Gods, but that could be built upon with time. All he had was time. With the tornado gone, the blue goliath now stood alone in a crater of sand, the rediscovered power of the warp crackling around his decorated armour. Normally, Atun's first order of business would have been to figure out where he was exactly, but the inability to call upon the Darker Powers and the majority of his strength was unacceptable. And so he amended that, blindly scouring the 'layers' of reality with his mind in search for the immaterium. Usually this would have taken not a moment, but the Warp... it felt so far, so weak. The Warp is never weak nor far. That was the sorcerers first clue to being either A. beyond the galaxy's rim, or B. transported to another... existence, as it were. The second clue had been the positions of the stars, far different from what he was used to. Normally, he would be able to calculate his distance from the Eye of Terror with the positions of the stars alone, but he could not even verify if any of them were the same stars. On one hand he had an opportunity, and on another he had a predicament. This was a chance to explore the unknown, to discover what none could claim to know within the Imperium, Chaos or the Eldar. However he had no way of 'getting back' as it were, nor was her sure how to react to the perspective this gave him. The Warp, although it certainly shouldn't be, was both far and weak, meaning that it was not as absolute a presence as he once _thought_, meaning the Chaos Gods were not the all-reaching forces he _thought_ them to be. Atun used _thought_ instead of _knew_ rather hesitantly. He was not one to discredit new information blindly, like some zealot of the false Emperor. He had to learn more about this occurrence, that was his priority as a seeker of knowledge. With a psychic ping into the surrounding area, he could feel life forms near by, a few miles off most likely and not the natives he had encountered when he had first arrived. No, he felt far more thought power coming from these things. Now proved a good time to make use of his re-established connection. His mind reached into the "Warp", searching for what he wanted, to manifest an entity. With a swipe of his hand, a distortion of space and a rainbow-coloured burst of flames, Atun called upon a daemon of Tzeentch. Not only would this alert the god of Knowledge to his continued existence, but it might be able to aid him in returning home. Atun was not ready for the raw amount of disappointment which hit him like a battle-barge. It was...a Screamer of Tzeentch, if it could be called that. A small, lame one about the size of a pet feline which he could barely feel a connection towards, as if the God of Knowledge its self was unaware that this _facet_ of it even existed. The blue, manta-ray like creature differed from the usual of its kind by having a gigantic bloodshot eye at the front instead of the tusks and warp maw of teeth that were so familiar on these things. Atun squat down to get a closer look at the runt of a Screamer, his third eye blinking a few times at it blinked dumbly back up at him. **_"...Not a very proud thing, are you?"_** He grumbled out, his voice ephemeral and distorted by sorcery and the helmet. It just blinked, not even capable of communing through the link it had to Atun. It was also about as intelligent as a pet feline, it seems. Atun held back a rather ungraceful and unbecoming groan, standing up to full height. **_"Pathetic, but not useless. To the east by the structure, observe the life forms. I shall watch through your eye."_** Atun decreed. The thing was not intelligent and lacked the hunting instinct, but it was at least obedient. It zipped off into the air at a speed worthy of its breed, the flight only taking a few minutes before it came within range of the commotion. Of course, there were the natives and the other humans (of which he could not spot a single piece of Imperium iconography, minus two), but one among them confused the sorcerer. The Lamenter. Why of all the sectors would one the Imperium's most unlucky, cursed children be here? In a place beyond the light of the Astronomicon? The Screamer circled around the conflict going on below, its large eye angled to keep constant watch on the happenings. Atun considered his next move carefully. To show himself would earn the ire of the Lameneter no doubt, but he required some form of contact.

>  > > "**Hm... Perhaps some random terrorism will suffice.**" Eternal said. He took a pink USB device and placed it in a slot on his knife. > > **DIMENSION! MAXIMUM DRIVE!** > > The knife glowed hot pink as Eternal slashed the empty air. The space in the air turned into a gray wall that looked almost like an aurora. Eternal turned to the others. "**Come with me if you wish to help.**" With that, he entered. > Kiba merely shrugs and follows him. Where the portal leads to, he doesn't know and quite frankly doesn't care. He needs _something_ to do. Anything, really, as long as it involves turning people's heads into bloody red mist with his fists. He doubts this little adventure would be anything challenging, but it might serve as an entertaining diversion.

**Senbonzakura** "No need to sweat the small stuff," Senbonzakura said to Kiba. Chances were that someone would see the door and fix it by the time they got back anyway. Probably. "**Hm... Perhaps some random terrorism will suffice.**" Eternal said. That was it? Oh well, better than nothing, at least. Following Kiba and Eternal through the portal, he wondered exactly where they were going. --- **Medic** As Medic was fiddling with a small electronic device in his hands, he got a message. There was some sort of dragon who needed something about his repairs finalized. That would make a fine research specimen. Hurrying along, he increased his pace, heading back to the lab to grab his Medigun and some other small supplies, then going over to the hanger. There it was, the mechanical dragon. Quite a beauty it was too. Ignoring the other things going on in the cabin, Medic said, "Ah, you must be the one." Walking around the dragon to examine his body, he made a variety of sounds, from "Hmm..." to laughter. After a period of time, Medic said, "I see nothing wrong with you, but just in case, I will use this on you," and without another word, he pointed his Medigun at it and pushed a lever, which then caused the Medigun to fire a red beam into the beast, which made no visible changes to the dragon's body but was repairing any damaged tissue the Medic may have missed. After about 10 seconds, Medic went over to one fleshy area of the dragon and stopped healing. Pulling out his bonesaw, he then proceeded to stab him twice, then watch the blood exit the wounds. A few seconds of Medigun healing, though, fixed those wounds immediately after Medic was satisfied. "There we go, all done," Medic stated.

### Aika Hates Twoearle Right Now "No communications" was quite a worrying term to hear when you were warped light-years away from home. Partly because it made Aika feel like she was trespassing on alien territory, but mostly... "Gaaaah, I knew something was up! That damn pervert just wanted me out of the way!" she growled at the nearest wall, then faced the bunnygirls once more with a forced, friendly smile, "O-oh, my mistake. I was supposed to meet with the UMMA, but, uh... yeah." This was quite the predicament. There wasn't any sort of warp point going _back_ to Twoearle's basement hideout thing, so Aika was now stuck, unable to prevent that damn woman from having her way with Soji! As soon as she got home, that stupid alien was getting such a kicking... --------------------- ### Gilgamesh Shut Up "Whatjamicallem marks?" Gilgamesh folded his arms, somewhat confused, "what kinda money is that? Sounds like a ruse to trick tourists into losing their legal tender! Well, if there's one thing that Gilgamesh won't fall for, it's cheap trickery!" And with that, the obnoxious warrior placed several leather pouches on the counter, "take it or leave it! I know I have the gil to pay!" Enkidu, now sitting on a table and licking remnants from his fingers, watched the spectacle with boredom in his eyes. The free food was great and all, but at some point, it would be great if something actually happened... His ears picked up a faint sound, and he looked upwards. He could see some walkways, presumably someone was walking around up there. ...Well, that didn't seem important. With any luck, all of Gilgamesh's whining would bring out someone itching for a fight. It had been a while since he got to fight something, and it would be a good time to test out his current body.

## Meta-Ridley - The Hangar After a few minutes of wait, the cyborg dragon was growing impatient, especially when he could detect a grow trend in activity. At least Dio Brando had the courtesy of pulling off a little show to prove his "worth". Nonetheless, his haste would be quenched by the arrival of the German doctor entered the hangar to checkup on the organic parts of the space pirate's body. His accent amused Ridley, almost as if he wanted to have a ridiculous creature like that as a pet. Simultaneously to his doctor's appointment, Shadow Eternity's boss had the grace of coming by and have a word with the two idiots who fought right before the dragon monster. Barely reacting to the stabs from the medic's tests, only an automatic muscle spasm and nothing more. Once this was done, Ridley got on his two feet and walked directly toward the masked leader. "**Good job, Medic. I'll need you soon, so stick around.**" He said in a rather non-threatening tone, almost as if he respected the Medic for the little he did correctly. Ridley did like it when things were done right after all. The grazing of the metal on his feet crushing the cement it was stepping on would alert anyone in the area. As his large being stood right before the dominant female, he oriented his sight toward the blonde vampire. Immediately as Dio had terminated his sentence, the jagged end of Ridley's metal tail would be pointed directly at Dio's head, from down under with only a meter separating the peak from the man's jaw. "**I would recommend that you address your superior in a better tone, Dio Brando.**" He warned Dio, obviously ticked off by the way he was calling the leader 'princess'. Ridley himself didn't enjoy being the one following, but he had a keen sense of leadership and would never tolerate such familiarity between leader and follower. Especially when one would consider the importance of hierarchy when many high powered individuals were concerned. Keeping his tail aimed at the man, the dragon then peered down at the leader he purposely overshadowed with his physical appearance, almost as if he was trying to dominate her in a very vague, indirect way. Like two roosters showing off their chests in a nest filled with hens to appeal to, though of course a fight wouldn't ensue. "**Well then... Sir. It isn't too common to see you come to us like this. I must assume you didn't just come here to handle meaningless conflict. Perhaps you have considered the idea of me leading an all out attack on that repulsive, human-inhabited world? What was it again... Right, Cocoon and Gran Pulse.**" The creature chuckled, knowing that the deaths involved in this would be in the billions of humans. But behind it all, a large amount of profit issued from the process of destroying the continent's main power supply could be gargantuan for the organization. --- ## Charlotte - Cinder's Vessel Drool came out of the little monster's mouth as she mindlessly listened to Cinder's explication, but the woman caught on quick as to how pointless it was to get into detail with the witch. And thus, Cinder's leggings were drenched in large drops of exaggerated drool combined with various fragments of whatever she ate beforehand. She remembered Roman's name though, because he could bring cheese! Otherwise nothing. However when cheese was mentioned concerning the item they were retrieving, it rocked Charlotte's world. "**Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese! We must go faster Cinder! Fast like your other friend, Neo... Neapolitan!**" She had remembered vaguely from the various discussions she could have had with Cinder, an individual more or less involved with her life who had a name resembling a type of cake she loved. Sure, it wasn't cheese, but she loves sweets too, or anything that tastes like sweets. She hopped around on the controls, trying to get the vessel to move faster by clicking on various switches at random. From afar, she could see a glowing light resembling a big star. It captivated her, and as they got closer she could see the planet getting bigger and bigger. She glued her face to the windshield and simply stared. "**Oooohhhhh! Is the cheese machine there?!**"

Jaune watched as the events unfolded and saw that when the man was finally on the ground and Blake was rushing him. Jaune rushed forward and he pointed Crocea Mors at the man's throat. "Hmph, why are you here?" Jaune asked, cocking his head slightly and using a stern voice, although Jaune wasn't really one for stern. He turned to Blake and Simmons, alternately. "Also, good job guys." He said with a smile before turning back to the mystery assailant they just stopped. Jaune would wait for an answer, as it seemed their opponent could go nowhere, but just to be sure, Jaune planted a boot on his chest to keep him in place.

**Dlanor A. Knox, Inquisitor of Heaven - Cargo Hold, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir** The mechanical being seemed quite disbelieving. However, he also acknowledged that he had little choice in the matter. Dlanor cleared her throat. It was time to give him an explanation, one that would hopefully dispel any disbelief in the huge robotic construction that remained. "This is the United Multiversal Moderation Agency civilian and cargo transport ship, the _TANNGRISNIR_," began Dlanor, calmly, "It is a vessel designed for inter-dimensional TRANSPORT. It is currently carrying cargo and civilians to Client Universe R-9, to a UMMA outpost on the First Contact Planet in that DIMENSION. The UMMA monitors and regulates awareness of the multiverse and defends multiverse-aware universes, known as Client Universes, from ATTACK. The multiverse is the sum total of all universes that exist as well as the space between THEM." Dlanor paused, the angel wishing to ensure that her explanation was going understood. --- **??? - Crew Corridor, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir** The man struggled, but to no avail. He was disarmed and forced to the ground, lying there in no small amount of pain. But he was not seriously injured in any way. He appeared to be around thirty, with blonde hair, green eyes, and lightly-tanned skin. His suit was a fairly expensive-looking black one, and he glared daggers at the agents who had taken him down. "Hah, some bitch and her friends trying to get information out of me... Dogs of the UMMA, I'll tell you nothing!" His free hand suddenly slammed down on the metallic for. With this motion, there was a whirring sound, then a series of beeps... as each Agent's communicators flared to life. "Agents, we have unidentified heat signatures in the passenger cargo area!"

**Mario - Castle Grounds, Mushroom Kingdom** The screams of toads echoed out and soon reached the plumber's ears. Someone was attacking! Mario quickly got up onto his feet and prepared to launch himself off the roof, pumped up for action! But just when he was about to leap into action and save the day, a wall seemed to appear out of nowhere! This surprised him, but he had seen weirder stuff. Time to destroy it before it could cause harm! Mario balled up his right fist and was just about to smash the wall into rubble when Eternal, a knife in his hands. "Hmm... I have no idea who you are, but I have a funny feeling you are behind that chaos. I'm-a gonna get you!" Mario said and he readied himself for combat.

**Daijuji Kuzaku - Hallways, Yggdrasil** Having been extended an offer to join his compatriots in the restaurant district, Kuzaku thought it over. He wasn't especially hungry, but the distraction was welcome. His thoughts had been weighing heavily on him lately, as he felt that he was growing away from his intended goals and becoming too involved in the machinations of the UMMA. Not that he disliked his work; this was a respectable organization and he had a certain measure of pride in being a part of it, but he had his own agenda, and that had to come first. No sooner had he thought that when a sudden migraine overcame him, forcing Kuzaku to his knees. His head was reeling, and he was overcome with a dizzying nausea. He began to hallucinate; the smell and taste of blood overwhelmed him, and visions of a [crimson woman](http://www.cosplayisland.co.uk/files/costumes/3429/40015/236057%5B2%5D.jpg), a [scarlet imitation](http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/vsbattles/images/5/50/Demonbane_Blood.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width/600?cb=20140214015538), and an [ancient chaos](http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/31154103/images/1396183177209.png) flashed across his eyes. The visions left as soon as they came, but Kuzaku was left with the remnants of the nausea, and he could still taste blood as though he mouth was filled with it. Kuzaku was rattled by this to say the least. He wasn't naive enough to think nothing of the visions; he knew that he was an inherently magical being, and they likely had a great significance. He would need to discuss this with someone posthaste. But that could wait, if only for a little while. For now, he needed to get the taste of blood out of his mouth. A shower would also be nice, as he felt... unclean. Kuzaku took the speedy elevator down to the restaurant district, shambling along and looking obviously disoriented. He staggered toward an ice-cream bar, and ordered a milkshake in the same manner as a desperate alcoholic might order a cocktail. --- **Kiss-Shot** The others, all diverse in their appearance and mannerisms, offered no explanation to the situation at hand. How useless, Kiss-Shot could feel herself growing annoyed by this scenario. It was enough that she had encountered that today, now she was forced to deal with this pitiful lot. A dissatisfied sneer broke across her face as she noticed the others shouting in the direction of the structure looming over them. What were they going on about now? Strange creatures were approaching them, and the rest of the lot seemed content to begin to slaughter them by the dozen. This day just grew stranger and stranger, it seemed. Kiss-Shot feigned interest in the apparent battle at hand, not really lending any sort of assistance to the ongoing struggle. They seemed to have it at hand. Only once did one of the creatures break through the line of fire that she had quite deliberately put herself behind, and the ancient vampire was forced to deal with it. Yawning with one hand, she offered the beast a backhanded blow with the other, the force of which turning its head into a reddish paste, thoroughly staining her white gloves. Kiss-Shot gave the blood an experimental lick, but quickly found it to her distaste. Recoiling from it, she shook her hand forcefully enough to eject the blood from the fabric completely.

> Dio turned as he heard the all-too-familiar voice of Shadow Eternity's leader behind him. Sighing, he put on a smile before turning around to face her and speak. > > "Ah, princess. My apologies for the commotion- I was simply trying to convince Blackout over here to allow me to ride him to the tracking facility we have elsewhere. After all, the thieves have probably left the warehouse they stole from by now, and I would much prefer that the facility keep all of its resources in reserve. We simply had a little... Demonstration, if anything. Making sure everyone's in top form and all that." ----- Blackout suddenly stopped the engines of his alternate mode as their leader entered. This would prevent the noise from drowning out their voices and allowing for decent conversation. **[The insect is correct.]** Blackout spoke again in his language. Although he was more than capable of speaking English or any other language, he simply preferred speaking in cybertronion. He also kept it brief, not seeing the point in trying to explain himself too much. There was nothing to explain, therefore why waste energy trying to explain it?