Isaac Clarke- CMS Terra Nova, Bridge Isaac raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. Lo and behold, the thing he once thought helicopter now revealed itself to be machine. This was not so comforting news. The comforting part of the news came from the fact that the robot was now on the ship itself, albeit on the outside. This made Isaac's brain really kick into gear and he began to formulate strategies. He quickly decided upon one that would definitely drive the thing off with a few bruises- or rather dents- at the least. Isaac's helmet folded up as he turned a holographic dial on the panel he summoned, and the ship's automatic piloting systems took over. The ship began to raise in altitude. As the ship rose, Isaac made his way over to the closest airlock. With several mysterious heavy-looking weapons in tow, he exited the ship. Just outside the airlock, the massive beast stood. It had just torn one of the guns clean off the ship. Instead of making a witty comment before striking like most would, which would give away the fact that he was there, Isaac moved over to an external control panel. Upon tapping the holographic button, a cylindrical explosive canister about as wide as he was and a few feet taller was ejected. Using his kinesis module, he grabbed the massive explosive, aimed, and fired it at the machine's back. Hopefully, it would realize that the raising altitude would eventually strand him up here, so he wouldn't stick around for long. If not, Isaac still had other plans.

Zyland Bannon- CMS Terra Nova, Tram Station The tran made its usual stop at the mid station first before immediately starting back up again and heading to the fore station. Zyland was ready. He had the necessary equipment and was already camouflaged. All he needed to do was wait... Derek Simmons- Neo-Umbrella Outpost, Siberia Derek immediately jumped up to the caution message that appeared on the terminal in his office. Apparently, aliens were attacking the planet. Where they were going, however, was a completely different story. As far as he was concerned, he only heeded to protect his private interests. Perhaps doubling the guards on duty... And somehow making diplomacy with his group a viable and well expressed option. "Queen, double the guards on station. Do anything necessary to protect our assets, and make negotiation known as an option on the table." The AI didn't even need to respond to him. He already knew she was taking care of it. He sat back in his office chair, calm as could be.

Isaac Clarke- CMS Terra Nova, Bridge Isaac raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. Lo and behold, the thing he once thought helicopter now revealed itself to be machine. This was not so comforting news. The comforting part of the news came from the fact that the robot was now on the ship itself, albeit on the outside. This made Isaac's brain really kick into gear and he began to formulate strategies. He quickly decided upon one that would definitely drive the thing off with a few bruises- or rather dents- at the least. Isaac's helmet folded up as he turned a holographic dial on the panel he summoned, and the ship's automatic piloting systems took over. The ship began to raise in altitude. As the ship rose, Isaac made his way over to the closest airlock. With several mysterious heavy-looking weapons in tow, he exited the ship. Just outside the airlock, the massive beast stood. It had just torn one of the guns clean off the ship. Instead of making a witty comment before striking like most would, which would give away the fact that he was there, Isaac moved over to an external control panel. Upon tapping the holographic button, a cylindrical explosive canister about as wide as he was and a few feet taller was ejected. Using his kinesis module, he grabbed the massive explosive, aimed, and fired it at the machine's back. Hopefully, it would realize that the raising altitude would eventually strand him up here, so he wouldn't stick around for long. If not, Isaac still had other plans.

The surprise attack was doomed to fail as soon as it had begun. The massive Decepticon instantly recognized the large object flying towards him, and quickly turned around to intercept it. His massive hand was more than large enough to grab it out of the air, and twisting around he flung it back to where it came from. At the same time, his chest-mounted laser cannon folded outward. Following the calculated trajectory of the canister, he quickly spotted the human who had attacked him. A quick scan and he classified it as a mild threat. Of course, that could change at any time. On another note, he did notice the altitude starting to increase. However, he didn't see it as any threat. The only thing it would mean was that if he transformed back into his helicopter form, he would be unable to continue pursuing the ship. In other words, he'd have to disable it while he was in his true form, or risk stranding his organic "comrade".

Black Rock Shooter took another step, and was now walking quickly towards the immense drill. As she walked, and as Suwako and the soldier came too, she realized that as she walked the strange creatures were crumbling away, collapsing into the same ashes produced when they died. It was as if they were simply no longer of any use, and as such were ceasing to exist. The otherself did not truly understand precisely what purpose it was, or why they would be pointing at this... 'S.E' drill. What did S.E mean, exactly? The black-haired girl had no idea. As she approached the drill, she saw a somewhat disconcerting sight. Crimson blood had splattered on the sand, and on the side of the drill, along with a strange blue blood. The drill was no longer turning, to be certain. "..." Her feet crunching on the sand, Black Rock Shooter approached the very edge of the hole the drill had made. She could see a makeshift lift had been constructed, to ferry people down into the darkness. Anyone so inclined would feel some sort of power from the depths of the pit. Something was down there, and it was radiating power. Even the otherself could feel it, at the edge of the pit. The air felt somehow heavy. The white-haired girl attempted to backpedal when Cinder moved for a close-range attack. However, she quickly found herself not only surrounded by the tiny syringe-wielding creatures, but the floor was incredibly sticking and slippery. Digging her feet in, the girl tossed her pistol to her right hand, the organic one, and snapped her prosthetic up. When the blades hit, her body rocked, but she stayed fast, just barely. The blades bit into the outer casing for the limb, and yet did not cut it. It was definitely made of durable material, though certainly not impossible to damage.

Suwako glanced at the pools of blood, which immediately sent shivers down her spine. Someone... Or someTHING had been injured here, and she wasn't particularly inclined to find out what that was. In all honesty, she'd have much preferred leaving the desert entirely, though other... Circumstances had kept her from that goal. Following Black Rock Shooter to the hole, Suwako felt another shiver down her spine. "This malicious feeling... I haven't felt something like this in ages..." she muttered as she backed away from the hole slowly. "With all of those weird... Things gone, I think we should probably get out of here. As soon as possible, preferably." Flicking another spellcard into her hand in case she needed to force a distraction, Suwako looked at the others as she moved away from that pit. Even gods know when something shouldn't be trifled with, after all. ----------- Dio waited on the car as it moved along the rail, tapping his fingers impatiently as the machine finally stopped and its doors opened up. Stepping outside the tram, he noticed that it had led him right where he had needed to be... Or so he believed. There was a strange feeling in the air, one that he had become quite accustomed to during his stay in Egypt. The intent to kill was one thing that was difficult to mask, after all. "I assumed as much." Dio sighed, shaking his head as he stepped forwards. "Should I also assume that, given your position, our stolen supplies are nearby?" he asked, hoping to see if he could bait the next adversary out of the woodwork.

Mushroom Kingdom Kiba lets loose a palm blast directed at one of their buildings, and the dark red energy he shot completely decimated it afterward. His group's assault struck complete terror in the hearts of the locals. They didn't even put up the least bit of a struggle. The people that crossed his path were reduced to nothing but a smear. This little campaign turned out to be even less challenging than Kiba thought. It was fun, but easy. Too easy, really. But at least it gave him something to do.

Blade Wolf Acting with alarm to Bjorn's anger, Blade Wolf was alert when Bjorn tried to backhand what looked to him like a civilian. He interposed himself in the way of the the strike, Bjorn's bulk smashing into Blade Wolf, but only scooting him back a few inches, and not scuffing the finish. In 40k terms, it was a bit like backhanding Terminator Armor. Sure, a dreadnought, and especially Bjorn, could do it, but not if he had been expecting to hit a normal target.

The attempted backhand would never have gotten off the ground: even if Blade Wolf hadn't used its body as a shield, Freki and Geri were keeping the unfortunate teleporters from getting near the two old friends (well, presumably old friends if the thousands of years of bitterness could be worked out) and Russ was thus free to actually activate the blade in her hands, with the chainsword snarling as it got going. Of course, the first words out of the girl's mouth were jeering rather than any sort of attempt to make amends, so it might just end up being a straight brawl anyway, "I left you in charge because no-one else could have done it and you let yourself get stuck in a box and bossed around? If you're willing to let Blood Claws tell you what to do, maybe storytelling is all you're good for now." The information about the Inquisition--which would have to be paid back in the future--and Magnus' attacking Fenris were filed away for later, when they could have a proper discussion. Though that would explain the lull in harassment that one time... "And all this," the girl said, gesturing with one hand, "Is because of a cowardly sorcerer in the warp with a lot of time." She'd need to find Magnus' new home once her mission was complete.

Cinder Fall, Research Facility The blades met the prosthetic arm, cutting in slightly but otherwise doing no damage. Cinder was suitably impressed, since it seemed the girl had some melee skills after all. Not that it would help in the end. She'd walked into heavily secured compounds before, this was nothing compared to that. Of more concern though was what Charlotte was doing, as the environment melded more with her barrier, jam running across the floor and inhibiting Cinder in her fight as well. Not that she let it stop her as she struck again with dual blades, quick flashes of attacks to draw the girls attention before striking out with a quick kick aimed at the knee which would give her the upper hand if it connected, even a little. At the same time, she employed something very useful, which she had only gained with the infusion of Dust. Specifically, telepathic ability. Charlotte dear, what are you doing, she asked as her black blades cut through the air. I know you're angry, but this is making it more difficult for me too. Hopefully Charlotte wasn't to the point of blindly lashing out yet in a childlike tantrum, except with razor sharp fangs instead of harmless fists. --- Misaka 10032, Client World 12262009-A Misaka heard her companion, who had been with her since venturing forth from Academy City, speak, and acknowledged his words with a slight nod, expression otherwise neutral as they looked about and walked. To be honest she found Kakine's presence unnecessary, though not unwelcome, which was why she didn't try to give him the slip on any of the worlds they had been on previously. It wasn't the same as being with Kamijou Touma, but it would suffice. Asked about the situation at home, she continued to walk, looking perhaps for some free samples, or someone willing to take pity on the hungry clone. "'Upgrades to the portal generator are currently being applied, with an expected reactivation of approximately five hours from now,' Misaka reports accessing the data from the Misaka Network," Misaka said aloud, unaware or uncaring of the looks she might have received from her strange way of talking. In spite of all her social interaction, that had not faded with time. Before she could get any further though, a robot rolled past, a large vending machine type displaying a wide variety of drinks and cola for sale, something that could quite reasonably be developed in Academy City had they the motivation to create vending machines that were mobile and self advertised their products. Fortunately for her it pulled to a stop in front of her, asking her if she wanted food, and after a moment of consideration she decided to resolve her problem in typical Misaka fashion. Specifically, sliding down her Electron goggles and applying her esper abilities to shock the machine, and trigger the circuits that would cause it to dispense drinks. Naturally, the machine voiced it's disapproval, as a feedback of the visible electricity running through it, but the drink dropped out and Misaka retrieved it after removing her goggles from her eyes, opening it up and taking an experimental sip before walking on, unconcerned with what she had just done.

The last of the unfortunate men fell dead in a pool of blood. It seemed that, however they were teleporting in, they had realized that this spot was not an ideal location, to say the least. It was less of a fight and more of a massacre, it was obvious they hadn't been expecting this at all. Feeling the flesh in her chest knit itself back together, to leave not even a scar, Dlanor rounded on the mechanical being and Russ. Blade Wolf had taken a hit, but seemed to be safe from serious damage insofar as Dlanor could tell. The machine seemed very obviously irate at encountering Russ, for reasons Dlanor was unsure of. So, simply, she approached, the Red Key raised, the light from the blade cast on the metal hallways. "Assault on a UMMA officer is not PERMITTED," she said, calmly, stepping over a body, "You receiver a single WARNING. This is not the time for petty QUARRELS. The passengers must be PROTECTED." A girl's head snapped up when Blake and the others arrived. She stood outside of the passenger area, with several men dressed in black around her, wielding swords and rifles. Her eyes narrowed. "Are you here to stop me from finding her too?! Whoever you are, it doesn't matter!" She slid one foot back, slipping swiftly into a combat stance. Her right arm snapped up, it what almost seemed like a block. "We'll be together again no matter what you do! Heartbreaker, come on out!" There was a whirring sound as a device began to assemble itself on her right hand. First a black base, some kind of gauntlet, and then a set of tubes holding some kind of pink light, which quickly slid into slots on the gauntlet. Metal plates moved over her fingers, producing some kind of gauntlet. "Try and stop me," the girl snapped, "I dare you." "... 00... we've... got something on the e-edge of our sensors!" 00 swiftly looked to the controls. "Hold on a moment. All I can tell you now is that this is the UMMA vessel Tanngrisnir, we're under attack so there's no time for an explanation. What is it? Can you tell?" 45 weakly nodded, her eyes fixed on the censors. "It looks like a ship, I think it might be cloaked." 00 narrowed her eyes, doing her best to show none of the panic she was feeling. "Agent Sabina, you should be out there helping the civilians. 410, can you get a manual lock on their ship?" "Working on it, nyeh!" Still grinning, but gritting her teeth, 410 grasped the controls and started to track the ship as best she could. The cowards were just hiding! "Oh hey, what's this~?" The goggles had proven far too alluring. The Perfectly Ordinary Witch had no idea what they did, but part of the allure of theft was experimenting with the spoils gained afterwards! Marisa had simply been cruising along on her broom, over the heads of the people below her. This was like some kind of... manga place! It was right out of one of those manga from the outside world! ... Was this qualified as the outside world or was it different because it was some other universe or something? Eh, it didn't matter! What did matter was those goggles... hooking a finger into them from above, Marisa swiftly pulled up, nabbing them off the brunette girl and raising them up as she sat up on her broom. The small blonde grinned. "Hehehe, thanks! I'll be borrowing these for a while, alright?!"

The two horse-sized wolves interposed themselves between the petite angel and the arguing Space Wolves, looking about as calm as Fenris wolves could--though one was manifestly more irritated at her attempts to break up the fight than the other--whilst indicating that Russ wouldn't be happy for this reunion to be interrupted, UMMA rules be damned. All rules, really.

Isaac Clarke- CMS Terra Nova Exterior Isaac was quick to react. Realizing the thing was a machine, he expected the thing to realize something was coming toward it just as it had recognized the missile barrage from earlier. What he believed the machine would not expect, however, was for Isaac to catch the explosive the instant it left the machine's hands and hold it in place inches from the robot itself. With one arm up to hold the TKed canister in place, Isaac quickly shot the thing right into the robot's face once more. Based on what he saw, it wasn't fast enough to stop it from that close, and at that speed, and especially immediately after having thrown the exact canister. Whether the thing blew up or not, Isaac recognized that they were quickly raising in altitude, and now they were approaching the point where gravity would not affect them anymore. They weren't there yet, but they were close. Isaac thought about using stasis to prevent the robot from fleeing in time, but he made the decision that it would be best to just let him go. Keeping such a thing around would be bad for all of their health. He just flew into the air and waited to see what the machine's next move would be. Zyland Bannon- CMS Terra Nova, Fore Station Zyland kept his silence. The guy was using a tactic he had fallen for many times. He was trying to draw him out by acting like he knew he was there. Well, even if he knew someone was present, he wouldn't know exactly where he was. Zyland snuck around, putting his stealth training to excellent use and not making a noise, and he crept behind a large metal shelf. He noticed the metal canisters on it, and grabbed one with his TK unit. Aiming through the shelf and at Dio from Dio's approximate 10 o'clock, he shot the metal container toward the man at somewhat over half the speed of a bullet.

As she entered the border between jam and jam-less, her over-sized monster tongue unleashed itself and dropped on the mass of jam before her. She consumed it as she moved forward, siphoning it almost a if her tongue was a straw, leaving behind a trail of spotless metal. The two girls were fighting, and Charlotte was left in the sidelines by eating her jam fused with her salty tears running down from her cheeks. "Sniff... Jam always helps..." She responded to the telekinesis message Cinder Fall had sent in attempt to persuade her to apply logic for once. Though she had taken the idea into account, she didn't really seem to grasp what the problem was. But then, Charlotte had the illumination of a lifetime. If their feet were all sticky, then... They would have a hard time moving. Knowing this, the witch quickly glanced over at the opponent, the Pyotr still ready to stab her if she were to trespass their stalemate. And suddenly, after Cinder's rapid attempt to kick the adversary, the little witch launched her body toward the young lady's face in attempt to headbutt her in the face. "WHOOOMTAAAHHH!" She had released her war cry, her tears had vanished with her sudden up in zeal as she pulled off a rather unexpected approach. She did not into consideration what Cinder would be doing nor what reaction could the mystery girl could have toward the Half-witch's previous attack. It was just too complicated for Charlotte, she just wanted to DO things and be the hero of the moment by taking down the menacing bully.

Jaune merely followed the entire time until they reached the passenger area. There, a girl snapped around and began to warn the group on if they tried to stop her. "Whoah, whoah, whoah." Jaune said quickly, holding his hands up to his chest. "We're to help you... we're with the UMMA." Jaune replied, rummaging in his pockets till he found his official badge. "See?" He pointed out, holding a finger up to the identity badge. "We're to help stop the people too." God he hoped she wouldn't kick off again, she seemed angry in the first place.

Misaka-10032, Client world 12262009-A Misaka had just begun enjoying the drink, a strange taste and mix of flavors that she had never experienced before in Academy City, when suddenly she felt the electron goggles currently resting atop her head being lifted away by some previously unseen person. And as she looked up, she saw with mild confusion that it was a blond girl, atop a...broom? That was unusual, relatively speaking. Regardless of whether it was the norm here, it was theft that she could not allow to stand, and she placed her drink on a ledge before unzipping the large bag she wore, retrieving the contents therein as the thief gloated over her catch. "'Return those immediately,' Misaka says with serious intent as she points a weapon at the flying thief," Misaka said, currently aiming her fully assembled Toy Soldier at the person in question, bag with her Metal Eater resting off to the side. "They do not belong to you." And she was perfectly willing to pull the trigger and inflict physical harm to get them back. They were important after all, for the effective usage of her ability.

Dio turned his head slightly as he heard the canister whizzing at him before The World materialized behind him, catching the projectile as Dio turned towards it's point of origin. "I'm sorry, but were you even trying with that one?" he asked sarcastically before The World returned the canister the same way it had come. Slipping his hands in his pockets, Dio walked forward, a smirk on his face. "Come on now, I simply want a return of what you stole from us." he stated, walking forwards with The World ready to strike. ----- Kakine sighed and shook his head as 10032 robbed the vending machine of a drink. He understood that she was thirsty and all, but... "You know, I'm pretty sure that machine did nothing to deserve a shock like that..." he sighed before seeing something whiz over his head with 10032's goggles flying in the wind along with it. Turning to face it, Kakine stared at the flying object. A witch. This world didn't seem to have magic as an inherent trait, though. Given what he had seen... Was this person also a traveler between worlds? That question would have to wait, though. Flinging out his right arm, two giant wings made of Dark Matter formed on his back. Experimentally testing their functionality, Kakine flapped his wings once and sprung into the air. "10032, can you get an analysis on the target?" he asked as he picked the clone up and began flying after the witch. Most wings wouldn't be able to sustain their combined weight, but then again... Dark Matter went by it's own rules.

The gunman took one look at Gilgamesh threatening to skin him and promptly threw his weapon to the ground and put his hands in the air. Clearly he was not made of particularly stern stuff. Unfortunately for him, his fellow Shadow Eternity soldier took notice. His weapon snapped up and he promptly fired a beam of light into the surrendering man's back. He fell to the ground with a gurgle before lying still, dead. "We won't let you take any prisoners!" The shooter stepped forward, possibly possessing suicidal confidence as he drew a faintly-glowing knife in his free hand and held the rifle with his other. The other gunmen looked... somewhat disturbed, to say the least, at the murder of one of their comrades by one of their own. But one of them stepped towards Gintoki, drawing a glittering knife of his own. It seemed like they possessed some kind of power beyond mere combat knives. The extent of this was difficult to determine just by looking at it. The woman's smile grew as Nono described just how dangerous her full abilities truly were. If one were to look close, it was clear her cheeks were even flushed with excitement. "Oooh... You'll have to show me sometime~ ... Minus killing me, that would be no fun at all~" As Nono charged, the woman brought her katana up as swiftly as possible, and the blade flashed each time she moved to deflect a blow. However, it was difficult for her to go on the offensive. In fact, it almost seemed as if she was not attempting to go on the offensive, though that may simply have been because it was hard to find an opening. And all at once, a single block was a split second too late. A powerful blow struck the woman squarely in the right shoulder, and she spun. It was obvious it would have hurt, and given Nono's nature it probably would have shattered a normal person's shoulder. However... Clutching her shoulder, the swordswoman spun, katana flashing through the air. And yet the blade was swinging in a manner that would avoid Nono's head or body. Unless she had vital systems in her arm, all it would take if the blade's attack was successful was some repairs to reattach it. Of course, that was if it hit. Wrapping her legs around her broom tighter, and holding her hat on with her free hand, Marisa tilted her head as she watched the brunette girl pull out one of those gun things. Deciding to play it safe, she drifted into the air a little further, twirling the goggles on her finger as she mulled over what the girl had explained to her. They weren't hers, huh? So were all those books, Alice's underwear, that nuclear missile, the box of toys, the crane game(stealing that from Kourindou had been an interesting experience), one of Patchouli's nightcaps, and... and... a whole lot of stuff! But she still took them. "Suuuure, you can have 'em back!" Marisa said, brightly, before leaning forward and pulling down one eyelid while she stuck out her tongue. "When I'm dead!" Marisa wasn't always malicious. Perhaps if she knew how important the goggles actually were, she might have returned them. But as it stood, the moment she spotted the guy grow wings, she was off like a shot, fleeing on her broomstick. She'd have to lose them, but Marisa was certain she wouldn't have trouble there! It was hard, but she did her best. The girl's prosthetic moved as fast as she could manage, blocking each strike that came for her. Each one left a small gash in the material, but it was better than what would have otherwise happened. She raised her pistol in a bid to fire, but the kick took her off-guard and sent her to the ground. The girl let out a yelp as she landed on her backside in the jam. This... was not an advantageous position to be in while in combat. Swiftly, she attempted to calculate an escape route... when something unexpected happened. The stuffed-toy-like creature leapt at her head. As swiftly as she could, her prosthetic snapped up in a bid to grab the creature. If successful, Charlotte would find herself caught in a vice-like grip... until she was promptly tossed at Cinder. People were getting hurt, there were bad guys attacking the kingdom... and... and all the commotion was ruining her tea party! This iteration of the Mushroom Kingdom's Princess Peach was, needless to say, upset and worried, sitting in her room. She was not allowed out to avoid capture, but she could still give some kind of decree! The elder Toad had told her that the Bullet Bills were ready, the stars had been deployed, and those UMMA guys had been contacted. The attacking members of Shadow Eternity would perhaps be quite surprised when all the Kingdom's defenders pulled back... and a wave of massive black bullets with grinning faces was launched at them. But not only that. Thousands upon thousands of Toads poured from the gates of the castle. A cheerful tune blasted from the onrushing army, and each Toad flashed a rainbow of colors as they charged. On top of all this, the familiar voice of Shadow Eternity's leader blared in their communication systems. "What are you doing?!"

Blake, Outside the Passenger Area, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir Skidding to a halt, Blake's eyes darted over the group waiting for them at the entrance to the passenger berths. As the girl produced her weapon, Blake did the same, pulling Gambol Shroud in its entirety off of her back plate. In one smooth move she slipped the sheath from the short sword's blade, holding it in a reverse grip in her left hand while her right leveled the weapon's pistol form at the intruders. "Jaune, I think they already know we're with UMMA." She said, her voice cold as she stared the pink-haired girl down. A gauntlet-user? Ranged attacker or close-combat oriented? Impossible to know until the attacks started flying. "Step away from the door and no-one has to get hurt."

Zyland Bannon- CMS Terra Nova, Fore Station Zyland quickly leaped through the gap of the shelf, grabbed the shelf above him, and flipped himself up onto it. He did this in complete silence and with perfect execution. The hurled item flew just underneath of where he was. 'Next plan' was the only thing in his mind. He jumped up and grabbed a metal ceiling beam and hung there. He looked over at the corner of the room at several boxes of ripper blades accompanied by an explosive. It would temporarily reveal his position, but by the time the man could probably react, he'd be in a different location. He raised his handgun and fired at the explosive, setting it off and launching dozens of circular saw blades in he and Dio's direction. He flipped himself off the beam and timed his dodges so that he avoided all the blades coming at him, but they were few compared to what Dio faced on the ground. He then tined his next attacks so that he would shoot stasis at the man while he was dodging, and the slowing effect would most likely lead him to a saw blade filled death. He hoped. He stayed on the move in case the man proved to be even more than what Zyland perceived.

Arragoz Plizgin - Ridley's Krooza Upon hearing that he'd be doing some demolition work, Arragoz immediately broke off from his recital of butchered Spess Muhrine dogma. Reaching into his pack once more, the greenskin began to withdraw a staggering array of explosives, and began sorting them into piles. While the nature of his mission meant that he'd primarily be using heavy-duty explosives, it never hurt to account for the rest, just in case. The wide variety of stikkbombs in his possession were all in working order and in good supply, save for the fungus or squig-based ones. Until the Ork's spores started to take effect, they would be impossible to replace, forcing the Ork to be frugal in his deployment of them. Which was a shame, as Arragoz was particularly fond of the Buzz-bomb. As for the mines, melta bombs, and Tankbusta bombs in his collection, they seemed just as functional as the rest. Luckily, the Titan's reactor overload and the subsequent dimensional jump had done no harm to any of his wargear. All in all, Arragoz was ready to 'blow fings up,' as the saying goes, and promptly went about returning his arsenal of explosives to the inside of his backpack.