Hampus the Red, Neo-Facility's Siberian Umbrella Factory's Roof Hampus was not at all surprised to see so many people agreeing with him. After all, a good plan gets good praise! Hampus was especially grateful to hear that he wouldn't have to bodily lift the unconscious guard, and instead would be leading him like a dog. A mortal muggle dog... One problem seemed to assert itself. Once again, Hampus demonstrated his deific knack for delegation by completely shirking the responsibility onto his more humble ally. "He's asleep! We need to get him up so he can lead us to that chess piece and the C-virus. Hero, think of something!" Hampus looked expectantly at Our Hero. Clearly, this relationship was going to be give-and-take.

Client World blah blah blah blah Ridge watched the man with interest. He was definitely nothing close to the things Ridge fought before, but on the same boat, Ridge was now also nothing compared to what he was before himself. He refused to let such thoughts get him down though, so he continued watching the preset situation. Superman obviously took the guy down with ease, and Ridge enjoyed observing every second of the display of power. He couldn't see everything, but the sounds were more than enough to tell Ridge what happened. This Superman was either more conservative than other versions of him, or he was weaker. Nonetheless, he was impressed. "Come on, I have to round up the other perpetrators before we can get going. Follow me, please," Superman ordered. Ridge attempted to use an old power to have a fake copy of himself poof in front of Superman to surprise him, but he could not. Instead, he just spoke from behind the famed hero. This also saddened him, but he did not show it. He was good at controlling his emotions, since a certain alter ego made such control more than necessary. "Aye aye, Cap'n!" Ridge exclaimed, then started to follow Superman, matching his pace easily. "Who are you? And how did you know who I am?" asked Ridge's 'captor'. Rather bluntly, too. But Ridge was used to being blunt, since that was how many of his old friends were. "Name's Ridge, pal. That's what I've always gone by. I know who you are because I've met other versions of yourself. Nice people, they were. You seem to be too, by the looks of things. Might I ask what these non-human felons have done to break the law of this land?" Then a very important question popped into the black and yellow coated individual. "Oh yeah! Uh... Say, you should let me help take out some of these aliens, mate! You could probably do it all yourself, but I'm bored out of my mind right now."

"..." Black Rock Shooter glanced at Suwako. True, she didn't know exactly what the coffin was. But why was Suwako so concerned? And... if it was Dead Master, the otherself absolutely had to know. And so she approached the coffin, without regard for the people around her telling her to wait for a... tech... priest? Whatever that was, the girl had no idea. Instead, she drew closer to the coffin. Black Rock Shooter slowly reached out towards the lid... and it trembled. Steam blasted from the lid, and Black Rock Shooter drew her hand back. She swung Rock Cannon up to aim at the coffin. She hadn't touched it. She hadn't gotten that close even... The lid rose up with whirring sound, dust and sand falling from the lid. It hadn't been moved in a while, and yet the mechanism causing it to move glided smoothing along to slip off the top. When it was fully off, the inside seemed to glow. Cautiously, the otherself backed away, keeping Rock Cannon trained on the box... and then watching in confusion as the contents proceeded to sit up and yawn. It was a girl. Blonde, with green eyes and pale skin. She was dressed in something like a hospital gown from what Black Rock Shooter could tell. She looked tired and absolutely annoyed. "What are you doing in my bedroom?" she asked, eyes narrowing.

Suwako stood back warily as she watched Black Rock Shooter open the coffin... Thing, but immediately relaxed, Shoulders slumping over, Suwako let out a deep sigh of relief. "Oh, I was wrong. Thank go- Actually, no. Thank you for proving me wrong there." she smiled sheepishly. "I guess I got caught up in the heat of the moment. Ehehehe." Nervously scratching the back of her head as she acknowledged her supposed mistake, Suwako stood up straight and walked over to the girl that had just woken up. "Ah... Sorry about that. We got curious about this place and ended up giving you some trouble. Hope you can forgive us." Kakine nodded his head in half-understanding. The concepts of magic were still beyond him, but the closest he could come to rationalizing what the witch had just said in terms of 'not knowing about it' was that this 'Gensokyo' was a landmass of sorts created by magic and kept hidden by some sort of trick- probably constant refraction of light or hidden underground or underwater or something of the sort- and almost exclusively for magicians. It wouldn't be too far out there, and given their usual secrecy hidden hideaways like that wouldn't be out of the question. But the second bit... "Wait, what do you mean by 'shot your way in'? I mean, I know you can use magic and all, but the amount of energy necessary to tear apart the fabric of space-time is incredibly difficult without the correct setup. And you just... Blew a hole in it? Even for magic, that seems quite absurd." he said, shaking his head. "Wait, I shouldn't be arguing here. Logic was thrown out the window once we saw giant robots fighting giant monsters a few worlds back... And with a surprising lack of casualties and property damage as well. Geez, other worlds are really strange." Sighing, Kakine glanced below himself. The platform had basically hit the ground by this point, so Kakine casually dissolved the thing before looking around. People were staring. Shoot. Did they draw too much attention to themselves?

"I would highly recommend that you fools surrender!" Gilgamesh declared, pointing at the group that still dared to raise their weapons against him, "I have fought entire armies on my lonesome, and come out on top! Mighty dragons, conniving demons, ragtag groups of heroes - I have faced them all!" The warrior ten threw the dangling shoulder back onto the catwalk, most likely dislocating him arm in the process, "I have shown you the folly of challenging Gilgamesh to battle! Yet you still believe your toys can harm me?!" Almost immediately, Aura straightened her posture, a smile plastered on her face, ""Oh, yes, of course! Come on in, have a seat!" she chirped, betraying none of the annoyance she felt. Right now, she was simply a local, friendly doctor, tat absolutely anyone could confide in about anything. "So how may I help you, today?" she asked in a sweet, friendly manner.

The blue-haired girl nodded and stepped inside, pulling up a chair and sitting across from the friendly-looking doctor. "Well, this is my first secondment to UMMA," she explained, her grin never faltering. "So I have some special medical records I need to hand over. Mach Caliber, could you send those?" "Alright." The reply came from the pendant around the girl's neck, a light inside the small crystal winking in time with the synthesised female voice. A few seconds later, the data was being transferred to the medical centre's computers. The medical files for Corporal Subaru Nakajima, Time-Space Administration Bureau Gulf Special Rescue Unit, looked almost like a technical manual, detailing the girl's extensive cybernetics. They also listed the special medical procedures she might need, and the contact details for some doctors and engineers back on her homeworld. "Oh, I'm Subaru, by the way!" The girl added, somewhat redundantly. "Sorry for the trouble. You probably won't see me much, I hardly ever get sick."

"No takers?! Alright!" Really, 410 was pleased there was nothing. It meant she got to blow this thing out of the void herself! Grinning wildly, she swung the cannon up to target the ship once more. It was leaking fire, one of the angular wings had also taken a severe hit, a hole burned through it by the blast of magical energy. Now she just had to line up the shot... aaaaand... there! The blast tore the void once more, ripping through the emptiness as it hurtled towards the enemy ship! It hit the ship dead-on, and there was a flare of light as it tore another hole through it and- ... Didn't... destroy it. ... Aaaaand now it was retreating. "E-eh?! It survived that?! Grrr..." The man who was unfortunate enough to meet chainsaw fell to the ground in short order, dead. The other soldiers frantically backed away, caught between potential friendly fire in the battle and definitely-unfriendly fire from the UMMA agents. They certainly knew that they were outgunned. Dlanor's focus was not on them. She took a running leap, and sailed over their hands, landing beside Jaune, Blake, and Aika. She gave them a quiet glace, as she looked them over to ensure they were unharmed. Then her eyes settled on her opponents. Two girls. The pink-haired girl whirled, gritting her teeth at the new arrivals. The tubes had once again extended from her gauntlet. However, she was quickly distracted by the green-haired girl, who was trying to wrench her lance free from the statue it had been caught in. Quickly her expression softened with worry. "Mai?! How did she..." The green-haired girl gritted her teeth, yanking on her spear. "I'm fine, Ayako, we need to-" As Dlanor approached, she trailed off. Her expression was one of utter dismay. "... We're retreating, Ayako..." The pink-haired girl looked shocked even as she squared up to fight Dlanor. "But... but we have to save her! We-" Before she could say anything more, Dlanor charged. The green-haired girl grabbed the pink-haired girl's arm, and the both of them vanished, the spear too disappearing from the statue's hold. The surviving soldiers disappeared as well. Dlanor slowed to a halt. "... We must ensure the civilians were UNHARMED." Excalibur pierced the chest of another soldier, just as the last of them fell to Enkidu's fists, elbows, knees, and feet. There had been a few shots that came far too close, but she did not believe any civilians had been harmed. The King of Knights was relieved that there had been no innocent casualties, and she swiftly turned to face the catwalk. Nono seemed to be in a standoff with a katana-wielding woman, and the huge man from before, as well as Gintoki, had neutralized the other Shadow Eternity soldiers. There were dozens of them lying up there, dead or unconscious. The katana-wielding woman glanced at the soldiers as well, and sighed. "Useless, pig-headed, violent idiots. Direct orders not to shoot at civilians and what to they do? Well, at least I can say they deserved it because of that. I need to get less evil-minded subordinates, don't you agree?" She smiled sweetly at Nono, but it was clear the smile was rather strained. That last impact had hit direction, and she was still feeling the pain. However, as opposed to giving in, she carefully raised her katana to point at the robotic girl. "But there's no sense in wasting an opportunity. I don't know if I'm going to get to meet a girl as cute as you again! ... Well, aside from blondie down there~" She jerked her head towards Saber. The blonde girl stared in confusion. "And I don't like running away from-" The swordswoman paused for a moment, then let out a deep sigh. "Wouldn't you know it." Giving Nono an apologetic smile, her blade suddenly flashed, rending a gap in the air before most observers would be able to realize what had happened. "I hate doing this, but I'll see you another time, cutie! Maybe we'll both get to cut loose then~" Saber realized what she was doing and broke into a run, but there was simply no way to stop her before she vanished into the gap, and it shut behind her. Needless to say, the remaining soldier, thrown so hard by Gilgamesh that his shoulder dislocated, was rather dismayed to see his commander insult all of them and then leave without taking any of them. Or he would be if he wasn't currently in so much pain he couldn't talk.

Superman glanced behind him as Ridge's voice seemed to be coming from that direction. Strange, especially since he was right in front of Kal-El. Superman, while surprised by the ability, quickly shrugged it off and moved on. He'd met plenty of people in the Multiverse that could do stranger things; he himself had some odd powers because of his physiology. Superman momentarily considered all of the tactical versatility such an ability would allow for, while also listening to Ridge explain himself. His Kryptonian mind was capable of processing information much faster than many beings, so he had no trouble multitasking. "They attacked a civilian trade convoy, stole their possessions, and retreated to this world. You're in a client universe of UMMA, therefore the pirates are held under Multiverse law; even if they aren't necessarily from a client universe. If that makes sense." Kal briefly wondered how much Ridge had learned from these other versions of himself. What if he knew Kal's weaknesses? Or worse, possessed green kryptonite? These possibilities further affirmed Superman's reasoning for taking Ridge into custody. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ridge." Kal replied. Superman slowed down as he spotted another unconscious pirate. He floated over and picked up the body, holding the pair of aliens by their collars in a single hand. He took a moment to consider Ridge's offer of assistance. He seemed like a trustworthy guy; besides, what's the worst he could do by helping? "Alright, I'll let you help. One of them split off from the group earlier; while you hunt him down, I'll round up the three I took out. Meet me at their crashed ship. It's right over there. Superman pointed East of their current position. "Oh, and Ridge?" Superman added."Don't kill anyone." He said sternly, emphasizing the word "don't" and squinting his eyes. If Ridge was smart, which Kal suspected he was, he'd catch how serious Kal-El was being. With that, Superman sped off in the other direct towards the last unconscious bodies. Kal decided to take his time as he flew slowly through the city streets, towards the outskirts. He'd like to give Ridge ample time to catch the final criminal. Superman began to whistle 'Yankee-Doodle' as he went. He liked the old little tune. It reminded him why he fought. The final lyrics of the original song, especially: 'See another snarl of men A digging graves they told me, So 'tarnal long, so 'tarnal deep, They 'tended they should hold me. [Chorus] It scared me so, I hooked it off, Nor stopped, as I remember, Nor turned about till I got home, Locked up in mother's chamber.' Superman continued to whistle the mostly-merry-little-tune as he reached the final alien. He bent down and grabbed the man in his free hand. Kal barely registered the weight as he turned to fly towards the crash site. Men were so light. So fragile. He could have crushed the being's skull like an egg, if he wanted to. Superman's face darkened. Some men would do that with his kind of power. That is why I fight.

The Stinking Client World, Okay? Sheesh. Ridge listened to the caped hero's brief explanation of the situation at hand. This organization seemed a lot like a non-government version of the Interuniversal Alliance, which housed the headquarters of his old group of vigilantes. "It's great that you'll let me help, really. When I'm bored, I'm more prone to my... Nevermind," he stopped himself quickly. Telling anyone about Maelstrom now would probably not be to his benefit, so he didn't. Ridge began to fly the other direction when his not-so-captor interrupted. "Oh, and Ridge? Don't kill anyone." "Oh, trust me. I don't kill. I would never kill." he smiled after he finished his statement, then took off again. No, but I do. The voice in his head rang. Tidge usually blocked out Maelstrom's suggestions to the point of not even knowing he's saying anything. But he heard this one, and the thought of what he would do if he got control to the people of this universe made him shudder. He quickly shook it off, though. He had a job to do. Ridge checked his watch and scanned the area for the alien. Sure enough, he found movement. Right below him, second floor of the building. Ridge thought, then decided that using his EMP wouldn't hurt since he was going to a place full of probable allies soon. So, he let the electromagnetic pulse loose. After disabling the alien's electronics, Ridge floated down to the front door, knocked, walked in like a notmal person, then went upstairs. The click of the alien's gun was immediately heard, and upon realizing the gin was disabled, he charged Ridge. "So unprofessional," he sighed, sidestepping and sticking his leg out to trip the alien. He succeeded and sent the alien tumbling down the stairs, and upon reaching the bottom, he was already unconscious. Ridge picked up the alien by the color and zipped very quickly over to the ship Superman told him to meet at, where he dropped the guy on the ground. He dusted his hands off and laid back, floating in the air on his back as though he were in the pool. Deciding to relax while waiting for ol' Clark Kent, he closed his eyes and kept a close ear on the unconscious alien. What're you gonna do when I get out, Boss? You can't hold me in here forever. You never can. Ridge pretended not to hear the comment in his head.

Nono, Restaurant District, Yggdrasil Once more Nono found herself impressed at the katana lady's regard for civilian casualties, which was commendable given who she worked for, but it still wouldn't stop her from further trying to kick her butt and get her to surrender. She also didn't deign that question with an answer, all determination and guts to get this done. She prepared to fight again, only to watch on in confusion as the woman stopped, as if hearing something they didn't, before dismissing herself with the promise of future combat, which Nono was not entirely looking forward to, then slashing open some sort of portal. "Hey, wait," Nono cried, springing forward, unwilling to let her go, but it didn't matter as she vanished and the portal closed, leaving those men remaining to their fates. She frowned, not too amused by the escape, but there wasn't much they could do about it, and they had fended off an attack on Yggdrasil itself, so she would consider it a success. She looked about then to confirm that everyone had come out okay, which they had, and she shifted back to stand by mode, visor sliding away as she prepared to retrieve the clothes she had discarded when shifting. But first, there was one, more important thing that caught her attention, and she vaulted off of the railing, thrusters firing to slow her down as she dived feet first towards her target. While Saber might have expected it from previous experience, there would be no stopping Nono from jumping on her from above, though not landing directly on her, but enough to the side so that Nono could grab her in a happy embrace. "We did it Onee-sama," she cried, vibrantly lively as she hugged and at the same time swung Saber around, practically beaming, glad with their success. --- Cinder Fall, Research Facility Cinder was still angry, to put it lightly, and she was not helped by the fact that her attacks missed their target. At least Charlotte's little minions got a hit in as well, but it wasn't lethal. She would make this girl pay though, one way or another, at least to satisfy her own emotions. Preparing to strike once more, she was surprised by the tossed grenade, though it didn't seemed aimed at her, and she did move out of the way. Meanwhile, she also noticed as the girl vanished through a portal, leaving them alone. "Tch," Cinder grunted, a second before the bomb exploded, with a loud explosion, and bang. Fortunately Cinder was unharmed, but the hallway took the brunt of the blast, shuddering and crumpling in, age combined with the explosives sending it collapsing. She coughed, waving away dust and ash as she strode up to the block. "What a nuisance," she sighed, before sending out a mental communication. Charlotte dear, that gnat blocked my way. Can you deal with this? That said, she stepped back to wait, so she didn't get eaten on accident. --- Misaka 10032, Client World 12262009-A (Macross) That was interesting, and Misaka made a note of it as they arrived on the ground. They would have to begin a search for this Gensokyo place back in Academy City, if it was worth finding, and even possible at all. Then again, it might cause too many issues, and it certainly wasn't her problem, so she made no comment on that. The second part was interesting too. She must be considerably strong if she could replicate the power output needed to operate a dimensional portal like the one that they used in Academy City. Fortunately Kakine asked though, so she didn't need to. At the same time though, she kept an open ear as she wandered off, retracing her path back to retrieve her bag, which she stored her Toy Soldier in. Carrying the weight of it and Metal Eater, she rejoined them, hoping that she didn't miss any important information in the interim. Kakine would hopefully inform her if she did anyway, since they had the same mission.

Superman rounded the corner, spotting the crashed ship. Next to it he spotted Ridge, floating casually next to a body. Superman activated his telescopic vision, examining the pirate for signs of life. Sure enough, the alien's chest was rising and falling. Ridge had kept his word. Deactivating his extra-sensory ability, Kal-El increased his speed until he was right next to Ridge. Superman dropped the aliens rather haphazardly, right on top of their fourth unconscious comrade. Superman had little respect for criminals and pirates, as was so plainly seen by his treatment of their unconscious bodies. Despite this lack of respectful treatment, the pirates that Superman had taken down would be relatively unharmed when they awoke: perhaps some bruises and aching pain, but nothing permanent or long lasting. Even scum deserved that much. Kal looked over at Ridge. He had more than likely noticed his presence, but decided to alert him anyway. Superman snapped his fingers before addressing Ridge."Come on. Let's look for survivors and stolen goods." With that, Superman stopped floating and walked towards the craft. It wasn't massive, but it appeared large enough to smuggle goods and hold a handful of pirates. He didn't expect to find any conscious aliens inside, but it was still best to keep his guard up. Those lasers seemed capable of hurting Kal, even through his bio-matrix. That E-kip in his neck was more than likely responsible for that. Hmph. I can't wait until I get this thing ou- Superman's thoughts were interrupted by a shooting pain in the back of his neck. Speak of the devil. Kal winced, bending over slightly and resting a hand on his own knee for support. The pain was excruciating. It reminded him of the pain he'd felt at the hands of Darkseid's omega beams... It was only painful for a fleeting moment, but it felt as if it would never end. When the pain subsided, Superman stood up. He scowled, before walking up the ramp and inside the alien craft."A headache. Nothing major." Kal dismissed the pain. He wasn't exactly lying; his head did hurt. But he suspected it had something to do with the E-kip acting up on him. Maybe he'd have it checked out when he got back to Yggdrasil. Superman walked through the alien ship, using his X-ray vision and super hearing to look for survivors. The ship itself was rather torn up, with small fires scattered throughout the corridors he (and Ridge, if he followed) passed. He ducked under a mess of broken wires and a metal beam, that had fallen out of the ceiling, which had apparently collapsed under one of the secondary explosions caused earlier. Superman stopped as he spotted something."Here we go." Superman muttered, turning a corner. He stopped in front of a door, which seemed to be jammed in place. He shoved his fingers into the metal, pulling the heavy door out of place. The metal bent and crumbled under Superman's powerful fingers, as Kal tossed it to the side with ease. He stepped into the room, which seemed to be some kind of cargo bay. There was one of the aliens, stuck under a pile of metal crates. Supes flew over quickly, and began to carefully move the wares off the unconscious pirate. Once all of the obstructions were removed, Superman noticed a piece of metal stabbed into the alien's hard skin. Kal carefully removed the metal, and examined the wound with his various types of vision. "I can hear one more pirate somewhere. He might be in the cockpit. Could you go check for him while I deal with this?" Superman asked, his voice much softer than earlier. He turned away from Ridge and down towards the body. Using his heat vision, Superman began to cauterize the wound to keep it from bleeding any further. "Sorry if this hurts, but you'll bleed out otherwise." Kal spoke. He knew the alien couldn't hear him, but he couldn't help it. He had a bit of a soft spot for the wounded.

Senbonzakura still lay in his Bankai shield of sword petals when he got the message from the Leader, "There is nothing for us there." When that message was said, Senbonzakura was then force-teleported to the Shadow Eternity HQ. His Bankai turned back to normal, though, so that was OK. However, he now had another problem. "So what am I supposed to do now?" Senbonzakura asked. "I understand that maybe what Eternal did by inviting us over to cause mayhem was perhaps undeserving for that world, but as far as I could tell, we don't exactly have other missions. Unless of course you'd be willing to give us one." The siege was going well. The mutants were still attacking, but the soldiers were handling them well. If any got injured, Medic rushed over to heal them up and bring them back to the fight. However, the soldiers didn't seem to make any ground by doing so. Medic hoped that that would change soon.

Hampus the Red, Neo's Rooftop Umbrella "Alright... You, the one with the weird hat. Hold this man while we go down the stairs. I don't want him dying and messing up our disguise. Alright?" Hoisting the unconscious guard up on Clifford's back, the two slowly made their way down the stairs with much complaining and bickering. At the base of the stairs, Hampus took the guard down from Clifford and hoisted him up in front of Hampus. Opening the door to the warehouse by a crack, Hampus didn't see any immediately noticeable enemies. Hampus turned to Clifford and spoke in a concerned whisper. "Hey, should we go through this guy's pockets? Maybe he wrote his name down or he's got some reagents we can use." Cheat SE Commandos, Siberia's Neo-Facility Parking Lot The steady flow of hostiles seemed to be slowing down. Evidently, Umbrella couldn't afford to waste so many freaks. Jack Morgan, seeing a lull in the chaos, spoke into his headset. "Maintain current formations and wait for enemy forces to recede. When we get a chance, I want Squad Delta to clear the warehouse. Private Jones, you've got your CS Gas grenades this time, right?" "Sure do! I could just use that DMSO vapor grenade the eggheads spent so much time reverse-engineering, you know!" "Negative. We've got confirmation that VIP pod 2 has landed on the roof. Assuming they're doing their jobs, they'll be inside. We'll gas the building, and find them later. They're supposed to have gas masks, so they should be fine." "Sir, I've got confirmation of at least one other Roamer in the area. Big guy, got a hunk of metal and a crossbow for a weapon. Uh, he appears to have walked outside, killed a couple of biotics, and... went back inside." "Acknowledged. The plan will go ahead, but ensure that you recover his body. Any Roamer that big's gotta be prime material for recruitment."

Arragoz Plizgin - Ridley's Krooza/Federashun Muthership A bemused expression appeared on the Ork's face when the solder addressed him as Kaptin'. "I ain't wunna dem Freebooterz, so jus' callz me Boss, alroight?" Arragoz had met Freebooterz before, and he respected their fondness for lootan', snazzy hats, and messin wiff da humies. However, they weren't Blood Axes, and some of them worshipped 'Da Bludd God' over Gork & Mork, 'n' dat ain't roight. Returning to the matter at hand, the greenskin was waiting patiently with the others for the Krooza to land. Luckily, they didn't have to wait long, as the ship reached the cargo bay with but a brief delay, allowing them to enter the vessel. As the occupants were wholly unaware of their arrival, the guards stationed there were few in number and laughably unprepared. As the first two marines dropped without issue, the Ork set his sights on a third, who remained utterly oblivious to the demise of their comrades, and just about everything else, for that matter. While Arragoz was no stranger to humies being stoopid, the particularities of this case made it a first for the Ork. They weren't wearing a helmet, but that was a common practice amongst Spess Mehrines, and only part of the matter. In place of proper head protection, the soldier had a peculiar contraption strapped to his head. It consisted of two large, somewhat rounded coverings for each ear, connected by a band of metal, with a thin cable leading from one of the coverings to a small metal box clamped onto the soldier's waist. Presumably due to this strange device, the soldier, instead of joining the fight, had decided to muck about. While its true nature was unknown to the greenskin, that would only be the case so long as it remained in the humie's possession, something he intended to rectify. Strolling up to the humie from behind, Arragoz raised his boot, and proceeded to deliver a mighty kick to the soldier's back. The impact sent him crashing face-first into the floor, and an audible groan of pain could be heard from the guard. After taking the opportunity to relieve the humie of his strange head-contraption, the Ork unsheathed one of his choppas, while using his free hand to lift the man off the ground. To prevent him from calling for help, Arragoz clamped his hand over the soldier's mouth, along with a sizable portion of his face sans the eyes. Making sure the choppa was in plain sight of the humie, the Ork began whispering to him in Low Gothic. Hopefully, the translator would convert it into something vaguely intelligible. "See dis, humie? If youz squeal fer 'elp, Imma stik ya wiff it."

Russ growled as the enemies that remained in the land of the living disappeared, leaving only the cooling bodies. An outright invasion of the ship, the unexpected appearance of none other than Bjorn the Fell-Handed, and still no remotely challenging fight. This was pathetic; she'd have had more fun just wrestling either of her brothers than on this ship. With fighting not an option, and no army to lead, that left two other pursuits open for the mean time: eating and drinking. Deciding that the chance of an attack was so remote as to be non-existent after the Shadow Eternity's current failure, the shrunken Primarch headed towards the crew quarters, girl and two enormous wolves ignoring the fighters outside the passenger area as they made to pass.

Guts - Siberian Research Facility Guts had been wandering and collecting chess-themed key cards for some time by now. "Let's see. Bishop key." he said, swiping the card across the pad. It had taken him 20 damned minutes to figure those things out. The black swordsman stepped into a room filled with large, cylindrical tanks, containing large humanoids with various states of mutation. One in particular had its eye stapled shut, a few others were gray, some with spikes sticking out of their bodies. "What is that? Are they studying demons? To keep them here, this place must be crawling with magic." he said aloud. It had been a while since he could talk and not have Puck say something dumb. It was almost worth trading off the elf's healing dust. Almost. Scratching the back of his neck, he shuffled around the room, finding some documents with boring magic stuff Schierke would know, some of those weird plastic tubes, and a blueprint for something called a "Phazon bomb". Everything in this building was absolutely useless, Guts decided. Chances were, there wasn't even an Apostle, and the Brand is what attracted those undead in the first place. I'm getting out of this damned tundra ASAP. he thought to himself, stepping back out into the halls.

Jericus "Ing" Ignace Client World 576143290-B When the coffin lid open Ignace raised his lasgun at the glowing inside. The guardsman ready himself for what ever would come out of that coffin. He blinked in confusion at the young girl who is in the coffin. Putting his lasgun on safety he breathed a sigh of relief that there weren't any horrible things inside of it. "Well if this is your room someone has drilled into it," he replied to the girls question pointing to the drill.

Saber lowered Excalibur, glaring at the place where the swordswoman had cut a portal. She had escaped... but at the very least, no civilians had been hurt and the rest of the attack force had been halted, stopped in their tracks. The survivors would be detained and questioned. Depending on how they responded, they would get lesser sentences. While they had attacked civilians, and in a fight there was little room to spare their lives, the survivors could still obtain a lighter sentence if they were cooperative. Shadow Eternity operatives had varied in their response. Some were simply working and would gladly aid the UMMA. Others were fanatical. Considering how these ones had attempted to shoot civilians without receiving orders to do so, Saber suspected the latter. But she couldn't sure sure. However, the King of Knights was snapped out of her thoughts when Nono suddenly leaped down from the catwalk and threw her arms around her. Saber couldn't help but let out a small yelp as she was lifted off the ground and spun. Why was Nono hugging her so closely?! Why was this... why... Saber was not someone used to close physical proximity with others. Yes, she had been close to Rin before, and she had previously approached Shirou, but being picked up and spun around by Nono was a dramatically different situation then either of those. "I... y-yes, we... we did..." Saber's cheeks lightly colored. Needless to say, this was awkward. "... Eh? Does it sound absurd?" Marisa tilted her head as her broom reached low enough for her to hop off of it and take it back in her hand. It kind of seemed like the natural option to her, really. She didn't need to be sneaky, so when she wanted to travel from universe to universe, the obvious option was to put a hole in the thing that was barring her way. Seemed pretty damn straight-forward to her! "Eh, I just blew the hell outta the obstacle, it was in my way so it got to taste some of my firepower!" Marisa grinned happily, looking up at the boy. At least, until she noticed they were drawing a crowd. Placing her hands firmly on her hips. Her grin widened. "Hey there!" she declared, "I'm Kirisame Marisa!" The swordswoman sighed. Her subordinates were evil-minded trash, that was for sure. Maybe her new ones would, you know, actually listen when they weren't supposed to hurt innocent people. Jeez. It's not like they couldn't take down the UMMA without murdering the civilians. What was even the point in killing them? And on top of that she had to retreat... that cutie had been so fun to fight, too. Oh, she could feel her cheeks flushing at the thought of those delicious legs, those curves, those lovely laser cannons... She licked her lips. The swordswoman desperately hoped to meet her again. Somewhere where there weren't innocents getting in the way of either of them really cutting loose. For now... she had to report. Her "superior" was really only one in the direct chain of command. When it came to combat she could give out orders pretty freely, but she was working for him and was assigned this mission under him. And because of her trash subordinates and some tough UMMA agents, it'd failed. Well great.

"My apologies, mistress. It will not happen again. I agree with Senbonzakura. If you have a mission for us, we'll be glad to take it. However, seems UMMA's hand has overreached its grasp to the multiverse. A troubling hindrance, I do say." The sentient Gaia Memory said.

Neo-Umbrella's Siberian Parking Lot "Looks clear. Move on in." As the last few mutants collapsed and the remaining security guards laid down their weapons, the Shadow Eternity commandos closed in to secure them and the warehouse. As they closed in, Second Lieutenant Julius Aldo took charge of enemy prisoner management. "You're with me, Unteralt. Take some electro-cuffs from my pack." he said, offering his pack as he manhandled the five surrendered guards into a close-knit formation. Complying with Julius' order, Private Bernd Bachmann reached in and plucked a set of ten metallic half-circles. When he placed a half-circle on both of a prisoner's wrists, the circles completed themselves with another half-circle hidden within the cuffs' casing and magnetically linked one to the other. When all the prisoners were safely secured, Julius spoke to them. His tone sounded incredibly bored and forced, scarcely concealing an ocean of contempt for protocol. "Ahem, attention prisoners of Shadow Eternity: you, through interfering with Shadow Eternity's motives, are now our prisoners of war. After a determined period of containment and evaluation, you will either be released to your home dimensions, given the choice to join Shadow Eternity in its glorious war against tyranny, or will be summarily executed. To prevent the latter option from being chosen, please... oh, by Zaius... just don't make our jobs any harder. Alright, tell me: do any of you have asthma or any other respiratory illness?" One of the guards raised his head and confirmed that he did have asthma. Julius looked to him and frowned. "Alright, looks like you boys are staying out of the warehouse. Any of you know of a guard house or a checkpoint? Something that's heated?" Meanwhile, at the warehouse's main entrance, Squads Delta and Beta had taken point at each side of the large garage door. Pelinal Jirich took a small extending megaphone out of his rucksack and spoke into it. "Attention hostiles in the warehouse: come out with your hands up or be neutralized. You have three minutes." At that, he pressed his back to the wall alongside his squadmates, and began counting down. Private Ronly Jones flicked the pin on his grenade with barely-concealed anticipation.