Nono, Restaurant District, Yggdrasil Nono watched on in awe, confusion, and amusement as the strange man seemed ready to launch into some dramatic spectacle, only to be cut off by his companion. He didn't seem to appreciate that, and Nono was left wondering, just a bit, what his whole thing would have been like had he not been cut off. After all, it wasn't as if she didn't have the time. Glancing over to make sure Saber wasn't doing anything important without her, which she wasn't, Nono quickly returned her attention to Gilgamesh. She smiled happily, hands clasped in front of her as she moved about. "Thank you," she replied gratefully, taking the compliment as it was. "Onee-sama is a lot better at this than I am though," she admitted, looking back over to Saber so Gilgamesh would know who she was talking about, and also to admire her 'older sister' at the same time. "I'm not much good at fighting people." at least, in her humble opinion. Even if it was true, due to her nature. But from another's point of view, that might be hard to tell. Cinder Fall, Cinder's spacecraft The trip back to the Shadow Compact HQ was relatively normal, which meant Cinder dealing with Charlotte's antics, which also admiring her captured relic. With the presence of the black cube she could ignore anything the Witch did, and she did just that. Already she was imagining what she needed to do next, what she could do with this item in her possession. It was just a matter of making sure no one else in the Shadow Eternity caught wind of her greater goals. The ship smoothed in past the defenses, past the hubbub and commotion, into one of the hangars for a smooth landing. With it safely coming to rest, Cinder rose from her seat, glad to be back. She had to deal with her plans, as well as....other issues. She grabbed her prize then, before looking down at Charlotte. "Thank you for your help," she told her with a slight smirk. "I'm going to go install this." That she would, though she neglected to say where she would put it. "It would only bore you, so I'll come find you when I'm done, alright?" And, as an afterthought, she pulled a vial full of yellow powder from her pocket, holding it in a loose grip. "And a treat for your good work," she added, before tossing the vial of yellow Dust over for Charlotte to munch down on before exiting the ship herself and heading into the base, prize in hand. Time to go manage this matter to it's conclusion before someone wondered what she was up to. Misaka 10032, Client world 12262009-A (Macross) For her part, Misaka was a lot less picky, or otherwise caring, when it came to illegal activity than Kakine was. Which was a tad odd, considering their respective origins, but it might have been that she just had more of a penchant for petty theft than he did. Regardless of the reason why, she did not comment on the money that the witch produced from her hat. Asked, she nodded. "Yes," she confirmed, aware that the nature of the Sister Network was one of those things she had to keep secret, for security reasons. It was the whole reason she had a cover identity at all. She then added to that. "'Academy City is our universe of origin, a special administrative zone in Japan devoted to the development of technology and science,' Misaka explains in an instructing manner." And esper powers. But again, that was one of those secret things, since it could attract unwanted attention from the multiverse

Suwako look the girl's answer into consideration as she looked around the pit. If she was right, then this would probably be the last place she'd probably expect to be. "Erm... Maybe it'd be a bit better to move somewhere higher. Since you don't seem to recognize this place, it'd probably make sense to find somewhere that you do." she said before looking towards the lift. "I... Think that's functional?" Shrugging, she turned back to the girl expectantly. This place was pretty creepy, so she'd much prefer continuing this conversation aboveground... Even if it was under the blazing sun in the middle of a desert. Well, she could always create a canopy to shade them for a while... Dio glanced outside of Blackout as the two of them rapidly moved away from the ship they had just raided. It had taken a decent amount of damage from both of their efforts combined, which mean that jumping from world to world probably wouldn't be anywhere in its new future. At least, if they valued their oxygen and didn't want to have everything sucked out of the hole he had made just a little while ago. "I do believe they'll still be here if we can gather enough resources before they can recover. If we're lucky, taking the crew out shouldn't be too much of a hassle if we bring some more backup." he stated, tapping his leg as he glanced behind him at the crates. "Still, their recklessness shouldn't be underestimated. Half of the crates were destroyed by them as they attacked me, so I can only assume..."

Black Rock Shooter glanced from the others to the girl. The girl seemed to be looking somewhat down, her face screwed up with concentration. It was as if she was thinking something over. The otherself glanced towards the lift that Suwako had gestured towards. Yes, that would be the most effective way for them to escape. The black-haired girl wasn't sure if she could make it entirely the way back up by herself. She took a few steps towards it, before turning back to face the others, quietly. The blonde little girl was looking back at her silver coffin. "... There was something important..." She shook her head, before reaching out to firmly grasp Kiss-shot's hand. As she used it to pull herself out of the coffin, another detail became apparent. There was a barcode printed on her lower right leg. The numbers running beneath it read 'WMT-00000000001'. The girl was completely barefoot. It seemed that all she was wearing was the hospital gown. "Let's... let's go." When the armed man asked her name, the girl looked confused for a second. "It's... it was... huh? Why can't I remember...?" Recalling how Suwako had seemed dismayed, and wanted to move higher now, Black Rock Shooter reasoned that she wanted to get back to the surface as quickly as possible. As this was something she could intervene in, she did just that. Without much thought, the Otherself reached out to grab the smaller girl and pull her onto the lift. "Reassigned!? What?!" Ayako snapped, furious. Her anger had been brought to a simmer at first, and Mai had stowed her weapon. But now it was up to a full boil. She was about to continue on her rant when Mai took the pink-haired girl's shoulder and pulled her away, looking at the paperwork. "Ayako... this could be another chance to find her," said the green haired girl. Ayako was silent for a moment, shaking slightly. "Let's go." With that, the two departed from the room. "Huh, sounds pretty damn strange to me," Marisa said with a shrug, before flashing a cheerful grin. She was an only child, and her dad was a serious stick in the mud, so she wasn't too familiar with the whole family issues thing. She'd gotten out of there at top speed, after all, and was living alone. The Perfectly Ordinary Witch gave a small twirl as she turned entirely around to face them again. Today seemed to be a pretty awesome day, that was for sure... "I dunno about family issues... but that Academy City place sounds awesome!" Misaka mentioned all kinds of experiments and 'science' things they were doing in this Academy City place. That meant they'd have a whole hell of a lot of things to steal, right? Marisa's mind was filled with the thought of all the various thefts she could pursue. She didn't know what she could steal from a place like that, but she was sure there would be something she'd want! A lot of somethings by the sound of things. Of course, she wasn't going to let that little detail slip. She wanted to be all nice and stealthy when she pulled off this theft. "... Aaaanyway, you guys see any place you wanna eat?" The girl rubbed the back of her head nervously. She hadn't seen much of the fight, that was true, but she'd heard a lot of it and she'd definitely seen someone's upper half go far too distant from his lower half. But... but that was one of the bad guys, one of the people who had been trying to hurt her and her customers... still, it was terrifying. "I... I don't know wh-when we'll be open... a-after that, I...s-sorry, er..." She trailed off when the animal-eared... boy? waved the menu in her face. He wanted food, but... well, after what hat happened... "... W-we're not... it's too soon a-after the attack..." It was one of the UMMA agents who had helped save them, she felt she had to offer something... "... Wh-when we're back up and running, you'll all get free meals, anything you want!" She'd have to clear it with the manager, but she had to offer something... Saber glanced at Kuzaku as he left. Hopefully he would be well, she was certain that Aura Bright would be able to help in some way. The mage had excellent healing capabilities from what she understood. Saber herself, as a Servant, healed much easier then most people barring certain circumstances. She did not often require the help of one of Yggdrasil's many doctors or healers, and had never personally made a visit to Aura. As she turned to face Nono and the huge man who had intervened in the fight, she thought she heard... no, that would not be possible. It was simply a case of mishearing a name. It must have been. Saber calmly approached her fellow agent and the civilian. She noticed that the robotic girl was looking at her in that way again... Saber still was unsure of why. Nono was incredibly, incredibly fond of her. 'Onee-sama', at least when applied to herself, was still perplexing. "You did well, Nono," Saber said. She did feel the need to congratulate her fellow agent, as she was one of the reasons that no civilians had been harmed in this battle. Looking up to the huge man, she continued. "And while it was reckless, you appear to have held your own." With that, her gaze returned to Nono. The eagerness in her voice was very obvious, to say the least. "The rest of the district is unharmed, now that the other agents are here we can get something to eat." As 410 fumed over losing the enemy ship, and failing to destroy it entirely, 45 noticed that there was a new channel over the communications device. It was a UMMA channel, from the bountry hunter Samus Aran. She glanced over at 00, rubbing the back of her head nervously. "Ah.. er, she wants permission to..." 00 quickly nodded. 45 didn't really need to re-state what 00 had heard over the communications unit every single time. "P-permission granted!" 45 quickly declared into the unit.

Samus Aran - UMMA Hunter-Class Starship - Boarding Hangar 1332 - UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir Once Samus was given the OK by the staff onboard, she approaches the nearest hanger bay. She then carefully maneuvers her ship inside the forcefield separating the ship and space and slowly lands on the metal ground. Steam steams out from the ship's exhaust as her engines die down. Then the back ramp opens and both Samus and Swerve come out from the ship. "Ahhhhhh!" Swerve sighs as he stretches his mechanical joints, "Looks like everything is OK in here." "We'll rest here for a while and restock on supplies," Samus responds, "Stay here by the ship and check if anything needs fixing. I'll check in with the commander if he/she needs any missions done." "Gotcha." the Autobot responds as he begins heading back into the ship to give it a check up. Shockwave's Private Laboratory - Shadow Eternity HQ A series of metal clinkering can be heard as Shockwave assembles his tools. His workspace was rather small for a former Decepticon Scientist like him, but he didn't mind it too much. His laboratory was yet neatly organized with tools in their proper place, spare parts in another, yet most notably there are several large cloning containers filled with seemingly organic-techno beings. What these things are is now a mystery, but perhaps one day they might serve Shockwave in helping the Shadow Eternity take over the universe! The Ex-Decepticon continues looking at his tools and prepares to work on another small project of his own...

Suwako nodded and followed Black Rock Shooter and the girl to the lift before noticing the oddities about her. The hospital gown she could kind of understand, given what she had said earlier... But the barcode was definitely off. Opening her mouth to speak, Suwako hesitated for a second. Bringing that up would probably cause her undue stress, which would probably end up sending her right into a panic- something she'd much prefer to avoid. Opting to stay quiet, Suwako walked onto the lift and waited for the rest of the ragtag bunch of people to follow. Gintoki nodded at the girl's statement- free food was always a plus, especially given that he had yet to pay rent to Otose... As usual. Kagura and Shinpachi would probably give him hell for this, but what they didn't know... Well, whatever. He did his share of work, and even if everyone was ignoring him at the moment he'd still get to cash in. As long as they didn't write him off as having done nothing that fight. That'd just be unfair. "Yeah, I think we've done our share of work for now." he said, looking over the restaurant. "You know, if you need a hand in repairs I'd be willing to help... Not for free of course, but I could help." Kakine breathed a sigh of relief. It really did seem as if everything he had accidentally let slip really had blown over the witch's head. How convenient. "Er... Yeah, her family's a bit weird. I wouldn't exactly call them family issues..." he trailed off as he remembered the issue with magic and Academy City. They didn't like magic, so if she got in there'd probably be hell to pay from the higher ups. Unless Aleister intervened, of course. Somehow. "As for a place to eat... I haven't a clue what any place here serves, so I'll leave it to you two to decide." he said before turning to 10032. "Er... There any authorization for bringing people from other worlds into Academy City?" he asked, expecting the girl to consult the network before anything else.

Daijuji Kuzaku - Yggdrasil Elevator Network After waiting for an uncomfortably long time, Kuzaku's elevator finally arrived, and he climbed in. Soon after, the transport was sent hurtling through the tower at speeds which the comfortable smoothness of the ride did not belie. Even so, the slight motion that he could detect upset Kuzaku's stomach further, adding to his misery. The taste of blood still lingered in his mouth. Aura Bright's office was reached soon enough, with only a moderate amount of searching on Kuzaku's behalf. He knocked weakly at the door, and then shuffled into the room. It seemed she was already with a patient, a woman with short, dark hair. He hoped he wasn't disturbing an appointment with his sudden appearance. Even so, he wished that she was unoccupied, so he could be seen as quickly as possible. "Pardon my intrusion." he said in the clearest voice he could muster. --- Kiss-Shot More mysteries, as expected. The strange marking on the girls' leg, and her apparent amnesia were both cliches that hit Kiss-Shot the same way a wet sponge hits moving train. All of this nonsense was exacerbating her headache. They were apparently all moving to the surface, now, along the lift that most of the others had come down in. On one hand, Kiss-Shot didn't really feel any desire to be around these people or their flacid ponderings. On the other hand, she knew she wouldn't come any closer to putting together any of these mysteries that were rapidly piling up. Though yet again, that would also mean she wouldn't have anynew mysteries to weigh her mind down with. Oh well, whatever, this pit was boring. Batlike wings sprouted from Kiss-Shot's back, and with a mighty gust, she ascended into the air on them. Propelling herself through the air like a red bullet, she quickly outpaced the lift, and landed daintily on the lip of the pit. She awaited the others with arms crossed and an impatient sneer on her face. --- Giorno Giovanna Good, it seemed things were settling. The intruders departed, and Giorno's assigned subordinates were going about prep for their upcoming mission. Good... Good. Giorno settled himself down, breathing deeply. Gold Experience Requiem receded back into Giorno, now that he wa less aggravated. Honestly, these criminal types were so difficult to deal with. They had minds like children, unable to see beyond their own petty wants and desires. Giorno adjusted his outfit, touched up his hair, and proceeded out of his office, locking it behind him. As he did so, without looking to the person, he addressed the man that had been standing just outside. "Yes? Can I help you?"

As they had arrived, Charlotte was obviously one to mercilessly distract her colleague to the very end. But this was all old stuff, she had never done anything too significantly bad to compromise anyone other than the poor pedestrians unlucky enough to look like cheese. Speaking of which, the yellow colored dust reminded her of such grand food, prompting her to wolf it down almost instantaneously. It didn't taste like cheese, but oh boy did she like her some good ol' dust. After finishing her quick meal, she noticed that Cinder Fall did indeed leave. What a sad moment for the witch, but as always, everything was short term with her. Looking around the dark hangar, only lit by a few select spotlights, she ventured randomly toward one of the exits. What could she do? Whether there was noise, antics or even an unconditional attack on the place, her attention would only be oriented toward whatever she was thinking about at the very moment. Locked doors, super difficult security measures, overly complex and ridiculous safety measures didn't stand a chance. She just ate whatever annoyed her in her quest for... Something. She ended up in a more obscure part of the base, a bizarre lab with many metal parts and weird looking things in tubes. Completely careless as to what kind of trouble touching these things could lead to, she'd go for the most logical approach in this situation: She'd eat a couple of relatively large parts in one swoop with her giant jaw before noticing the big robot sharing the little space with her. It didn't stop her from chewing though. She just stared at it, her eyes showing nothing but dumb innocence. "Hewwo *munch* do you wave chweese?" "TANNGRISNIR! MAYDAY! The Space Pirates and Shadow Eternity are striking our defenses!" Shouted the captain of the ship in hopes of receiving backup from UMMA agents. He was well aware as to what they were facing off with, the leader of the Space Pirates affiliated with SE. Ridley could easily peer into these communication methods upon having at least a dozen GFS soldiers downed and their many gadgets compromised. While he flew in orbit around the mothership to avoid the random shots fired at him while avoiding the worst from annihilator ships, he took the opportunity to call his colleague in order to get some feedback on the mission on his side. "Arragoz. The UMMA may send some of their agents sooner or later. I need this ship downed immediately." Indeed, the Fleet was one thing, but high ranked agents were another. Nonetheless, he kept his assault going by striking one of the docking bays during his little circling of the ship, tackling one of the parked ships and causing it to exploded upon impact. He awaited the next round of ground troops and hopefully he could take down one of their nearby agents before they could accumulate and gang up on him. As they traveled through the vents as their captain had ordered it, Faures carefully placed bizarre looking stick bombs on the vent's metal flooring. They were all linked to a detonator he and Arragoz had access to. "Boss, I'm spreading the incendiaries. The spess muhrines will have a heated surprise." Said Faures rather jokingly as he followed his captain. They had to hurry as things were getting rather tense over at Ridley's side.

"Here here!" Cliff said, practically smacking Pious' hands with the document he'd found entirely through dumb luck, while trying to loot the place no less, and that he only superficially understood. "I'm not really sure what it says to do but it sounds important and easy. See? Says "Red Queen" right there. My genius searching skills are the best in the world! Wait didn't Wizard say something about Red Queen too?". Without waiting for an answer, he handed the soldier the document to read and crammed himself between Hampus and Arby's to look at the monitors, trying to find Hampus' discovery and failing to do so. "Hey where's the queen at?"

Guts - Leviathan's Belly Of all the creatures inhabiting the leviathan's belly, the legged shark packs were arguably the most fearsome and noble. Wild predators unbound by things like anatomical constraints, these were an apex predator to be reckoned with. This particular pack of four was adept at hunting down lost wanderers who found themselves trapped in this infernal sack; their leader bore a scar over his eye. One's face fell in half down the middle as Guts dropped down, chopping the beast into a pair of oversized fillets. Their pack leader defeated, the remaining three leaped in for a three pronged attack, only to have a horizontal swing slice their jaws and torsos in twain. Guts speared a half, and toted it back to the fire he'd built out of planks ripped from some boat called the Mary something or other. The Black Swordsman licked his lips as juices and grease ran down, searing the flames. The Brand was going off like crazy nonstop, but he was pretty sure that wasn't demons so much as this entire dimension in general. On the other hand, he was curious as to what other salvage he'd find. At the very least, he'd eat this shark before staging his escape.

Shockwave's Private Laboratory - Shadow Eternity HQ Shockwave was still clinkering with his tools when he suddenly heard a small squeak behind him. He paused for a few short seconds and laid his tools on the table and slightly peers back. "*Sigh...* Charlotte." he sighs in a slightly annoyed yet calm tone and turns towards her, revealing his grand mechanical body. He then slowly approaches her. "How many times must I tell you..." he continues in an imposingly calm tone, "Do not enter my lab without my permission." As he stops right in front of her, he then goes on one knee. His right hand was balled into a fist, but instead of proceeding with a violent act of aggression he slowly un-grips his fist, revealing a small slice of cheese in his hand. He slowly brings his hand towards Charlotte and shows her the cheese. "And please do not eat my supplies as well..." Shockwave finishes in yet a higher-pitched and more friendly voice (Tribute to Shockwave's G1/Animated voice!).

Somewhere, on an unknown world in the middle of some forgotten jungle, a monolithic structure stood tall in the light of day. The headquarters for the most diabolical group of super-criminals the Multiverse had ever known. So vast were their numbers and so enigmatic were their goals that surely no one could stand in their way. A powerful, nigh unstoppable army, with forces stretching across the cosmos. A presence so powerful that if it were to clash with its nemesis organization, UMMA, the very foundation of the Multiverse itself would shake. More blood would be shed during that all-encompassing war than all blood shed before then combined. Yet, this is not a tale of war and strife and bloodshed. This is a tale about a man. A man like no other, one might say. A being so powerful he is capable of creating life with but a stroke of his pencil. A man who claims to have fought against the gods themselves, and lived to tell the tale. A man so unique that there are entire universes full of people who look just like him. Said people are also more interesting, strong, and heroic than this man. He is a man that no one loves. This is the tale of a man. A man... Who has nothing better to do than drink alcohol all day and watch television. In the dark bowels of the darkest hallways of the darkest building upon the darkest world, the darkest man sat among his peers. An entire row of individuals who, at a glance, are nothing alike. Upon closer inspection one may find that they have only one thing in common: they really like to bet. Around thirty individuals sat in various cushioned couches, chairs, and bean bags, gathered around a massive television set that spanned the entire wall. The room's lights were dimmed to allow for a better viewing experience. A waitress and her male counterpart were constantly serving beverages and sustenance to the crowd of rowdy brigands and thugs. "OOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" A giant rockman cried, jumping out of his seat and into the air. "WHAT?!" A human woman yelled out in angry."Seriously? That's total bull!" Upon the screen, a giant lizard man stood triumphant over a cyborg ninja. They seemed to be in some kind of arena, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of screaming fans. "Come on, Sasha. Pay up." Rockman said smugly. The woman huffed, pulling a hundred credits out of her pocket and slapping them into the Rockman's fist."A pleasure doing business with you." He said. The Rockman then sat back, put his feet up, and began counting his money. The cyborg ninja was promptly dragged out of the arena. A fat, black-scaled creature with stumpy legs and four arms waddled in and took its stop in the corner of the ring. The Lizard man laughed at his opponent before returning to his own side and waiting for the bell. "I've got two hundred down for Crocmore." The Rockman said confidently, retaining his previous position."Nobody's goin' to bet you on that, Sid-" A bald, blue creature mocked."I'll take that bet." Wassi announced, taking a swig of his bottle filled with a sickly green liquid. The bell rang, and Crocmore and his opponent came out of their corners... -------- Superman picked up the alien pirate and slung him over his blue and red clad shoulder. He stepped out of the cargo bay, turning to look down the hall as Ridge rounded the corner. Superman's new companion held the pilot firmly in his arms."Come on, let's get these two outside." The UMMA agent and his new-found ally swiftly exited the damaged and burning craft, placing the two unconscious pilots down next to their compatriots."Can you carry all of them on your own?" To this, Ridge nodded. Superman then turned around and effortlessly lifted up the cargo hatch, closing it with a single hand and locking it back in place. The Kryptonian then flew underneath the alien vessel, placing both hands palms-up on its underside hull. He then pushed upwards, while at the same time taking flight. Kal-El lifted off from the ground, spaceship held above him, when he addressed Ridge."Come here. Superman commanded. Ridge flew up to meet the UMMA agent."Grab the metal box off of my belt. Okay, now hold onto me. Right, hit the button. No, the big one." The pair of heroes then disappeared in a flash of light, followed closely by a massive thundering sound echoing across the planet. Ridge and Superman were now inexplicably floating in the reaches of space. In front of them, a massive structure floated between the very dimensions of the Multiverse."We call it Yggdrasil." Superman explained to his silent companion."It's UMMA's base of operations. Come on, I'll drop you off in the hands of the staff before I deal with the pirates. The cape-clad crusader and his time watch wielding associate made their way into Yggdrasil's hangar. Almost immediately they were greeted by security guards and engineers alike. Kal set the starship down in the proper, designated location before turning to address the attendants. "This is Ridge." Kal motioned towards Ridge. "I found him on one of our client worlds. He claims to have experience with the Multiverse, though I am unaware to what degree. I'd like to note that he volunteered to assist me in capturing these pirates. I'll have my full report filed and sent to my superior within the next twenty four hours. One more thing, the pirates might require some minor medical attention." What Superman meant by this is that all of them had a plethora of broken bones, bruises, and scars. "Is there anything else you require of me?"

Dio glanced outside of Blackout as the two of them rapidly moved away from the ship they had just raided. It had taken a decent amount of damage from both of their efforts combined, which mean that jumping from world to world probably wouldn't be anywhere in its new future. At least, if they valued their oxygen and didn't want to have everything sucked out of the hole he had made just a little while ago. "I do believe they'll still be here if we can gather enough resources before they can recover. If we're lucky, taking the crew out shouldn't be too much of a hassle if we bring some more backup." he stated, tapping his leg as he glanced behind him at the crates. "Still, their recklessness shouldn't be underestimated. Half of the crates were destroyed by them as they attacked me, so I can only assume..."

Blackout - Shadow Eternity Base, Main Hangar: Blackout was silent for the rest of the trip. He had chosen not to respond, but the insect brought up a good point. Sure, they could destroy this enemy, but how many resources would be needed to be used up to complete the objective. Would the cost of annihilating them outweigh the benefit? When he finally returned to base, the massive Decepticon helicopter took a bit to get the alignments correct. Blackout landed similarly to how he had taken off, choosing to fly in and then power down his rotors once his wheels were firmly on the ground. This had caused a tremendous amount of noise and wind to go through the hangar, even causing some items nearer to him to fall over. Nevertheless, once he had landed properly the engines slowed down and the rotors started to decrease in speed. Due to his size, he would have to trust the organic to go and communicate with their superiors. Of course, the idea of even trusting an organic disgusted him, but he had no choice.

Autumn - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil She walked past the shops selling foodstuffs, hungry but determined to make her last bit of money last. Autumn needed a job, that much was plain a week ago but things were a little more dire. As easy it it might be a join UMMA something temporary would be preferred. Being tied to one organization would be such a drag. She hadn't realized how difficult it was to live outside of the mercenary life she had known for so long. About to finally pick a nice looking sandwich shop, she paused as something caught her attention. Bodies, many of them. The buzzing at the edge of her awareness was like the sensation of standing near a high voltage power line. stopping and rotating in place to get a firm direction, she slipped the freshly converted Yggdrasil Marks back into her pocket. Finding the way she needed to go, Autumn broke into a jog, weaving around people headed the other way. As the damaged establishment came into view she slowed to a walk and then stopped altogether. She'd missed it, the fight was over. Her expression fell along with her chances of making an impression and finding some work. "Did... did I miss everything?"

Laserbeak - Yggdrasil Soundwave - Yaggdrasil While Laserbeak was off in the resturant district, Soundave made his way towards an observation point near the hangar area. The main reason? A certain cape-wearing member of the UMMA had returned. Why would that be cause for Soundwave to observe Superman's return personally? Well Soundwave didn't trust him of course. Perhaps it was that he contained so much raw power that Soundwave feared it being turned against the UMMA, or perhaps it was his overly do-good attitude that didn't sit well with Soundwave. Regardless of the reason, Soundwave had ended up placing kryptonite as a high-priority item on his list of weapons. He had yet to obtain any, but he was definitely searching for some. As the pirates were carted off for medical care, Soundwave took good note of their injuries. He did not wish to end up on the business end of the superhero's fists. Even though Soundwave had excellent armor, he did not wish to put it to the test if he had to.

Samus Aran & Swerve - Boarding Hangar 1332 - UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir Several minutes later Samus comes back in a hurried jog. Swerve on the other hand was just sitting there until spotting the bounty hunter running back. "Hey, whats the hurry?" Swerve asked confusingly. "Space Pirates are attacking a nearby Space Station (Name if there is one?)!" Samus answers with a hurried voice as she begins running up the boarding ramp, "There's no time to waste so come on!" "Oh yeah!" the autobot says happily as he comes aboard with the ramp closing behind him, "Does that mean I~?" "No." Samus replies bluntly, knowing exactly what Swerve wants to do, "Pilot this ship to these coordinates, I'm going to jump into my suit." A hologram appears in the middle of the control panels showing the exact coordinates and the space station as well. Swerve mutters annoyingly to himself as he prepares their Space Ship for flight. "Why does she get all the fun?" he whines to himself in his head, "I wanna have some fun too!" In just a few seconds the ship's engines power up and begin to flare as the ship began to take off. They leave the hanger bay as they begin to head towards the space ship, all ready for battle!

-Lucas- Seeing a giant bird burst through the doors of the restaurant district made Lucas jump, and almost use PK Thunder, but he stared at the giant bird. He didn't want to take chances, but he didn't know if that was friendly or not. He slowly sidled over to a small group of people, and asked the girl with purple-ish hair, "Excuse me for intruding, but who is that, and do you think they're friendly?" and I stared at the thing, ready to use PK Love, or Thunder, maybe.

"Yes, I am sentient, the device answered simply, flashing softly with each word. "And you are holding up three fingers. Subaru was about to chime in when there was a knock at the door, followed by a white-haired boy who looked pretty sick. SUbaru frowned in dismay and jumped to her feet, vacating her chair for the boy and moving to help him. "it's OK, we were just chatting. Here, you should sit down!"

Jericus "Ing" Ignace Client World 576143290-B "Well it should I rode it down earlier. If it did break im gonna have a conversation with a guy who built it with my lasgun." Ignace replied to Sunwako comment about the lift. Ignace examined the young girls tattoo "number? maybe she from kreig. No she is to happy to be from there." he thought to himself. "By the Holy Emperor what the frak?" The guardsman said stumbling back onto the lift seeing the wings sprouted from Kiss-shots back and flew out of the pit. The guardsman reached into shirt and pulled out a small silver Aquila and prayed to the Emperor for protection.

Black Rock Shooter glanced over her shoulder at the girl. She didn't seem like she was used to walking, she was unsteady, but she managed and got to the elevator. She looked down at her feet, frowning. Black Rock Shooter guessed that this might have been because she had no footwear. She glanced at Kiss-Shot, and watched as the woman abruptly sprouted wings and catapulted herself up rapidly, until she landed far above. The otherself had seen unique things before, and this did not surprise her. It was no different from Dead Master's horns and claws, or anything else of that nature. One thin, pale hand grasped the lever and pulled it up, and the lift steadily rose, creaking as it did. Black Rock Shooter stood quietly and calmly, glancing around at the others on the lift. The man seemed shaken by the wings the woman had suddenly sprouted, and Suwako seemed fine, at least. After a few moments, Black Rock Shooter found her eyes resting on Suwako's hat. Normally she would have paid it no notice, but it appeared to have eyes. "..." Finally, she spoke, as they reached the top. "... Hat." It wasn't much. The small blonde girl peered out towards the ruined buildings and the nearby vines and pond. Confusion was visible on her soft features as her eyes traveled over the sands and the piles of ash left by the strange creatures. Her eyes eventually centered on the pond. It was much more fertile then the surrounding area, and exotic plants sprouted around it. It seemed to continue on, deeper into the ruins. "... At least that place looks nicer than all the rest," said the girl.

Takahara was pissed, and with good reason. A week, at least- the last attack the monsters made on his base camp left the stone with his tally marks in rubble, and he remembered there being at least seven- without help from Shadow Eternity. Without a "hey, how's it going, did you unleash something you shouldn't have" or a search party or any form of support. They'd been abandoned. They'd died slowly and terribly. This was horseshit of the highest degree. But there was one plus about this world. Even if the soil was barren, the ashes created by the dying monsters were more hospitable to the fruits he was carrying. Even better, the ashes were highly magical- which is why there was a ripe purple fruit, glowing with mana. Hopefully, this would get him a way out. He reached forward, the fruit glowing brightly for a moment. This was it. The moment of truth. He inhaled, not daring to open his eyes... but when he finally looked at the object in his hands, he could have wept with joy. A lockseed depicting a man in golden armor designed to resemble an ancient magician's regalia. He was finally going to get out of here. He was going to leave this dump behind for good. He pushed one of the buttons on the side... and the lock called out "SORCERER!" With a deep satisfied breath, the salaryman unlocked the Poseidon seed on his belt and replaced it, bringing down the knife. SORCERER ARMS! THE ARCANE PATH- DOMINATION! THAT was promising. But for now, it was time to eat food that wasn't preserved, and drink something that wasn't rainwater. He held out his hand, and a golden magical array appeared before him (CONNECT... NOW.) uniting two points across the multiverse. Takahara stepped through, and... ...as always, the portal to this place, regardless of its point of origin or the rules by which it functioned, opened into the men's bathroom's handicap stall. From outside, he could hear the jaunty tones of the animatronic band. Which meant, now, he was safe. Nothing chasing him. Nothing trying to kill him. Nothing trying to stuff him in some horrible dark hole in its chest. He broke his transformation and walked over to the mirror, looking over the damage his week of roughing it had done. He'd lost even more hair for a start. He was sporting some wicked 5 o'clock shadow. Oh, and his suit was torn to shit and his shoes pretty much ruined. He sighed, pulling open the mirror like a medicine cabinet. He and his friends came here so often that they had little stashes like this all over the restaurant. This one in particular had a spare communicator and a change of clothes. He put on the old Shocker Combatman's gear, glad to get fresh clothes after a week, and put on the spare shoes he had in the stash. Washing his hands and face, he headed to the usual booth where he hung out with his friends and sat down, waiting for the pizza to start coming in. He typed out a text, sending it to a select few contacts. The "Hench List," the others on the bottom rungs of Shadow Eternity who didn't quite meet the level of power that would make many interpretations of the Judeo-Christian God flee in terror that seemed to float around here far too often. No officers. Nobody with the authority to fire him. Just friends like Cliff and the rest. Just people he could vent to. Guys, it's Takahara from the accounting department. We need to discuss something. Meet me at that pizza place with the smelly animatronics and free skeeball. Across the room, a number of mooks from across the multiverse enjoyed their break. Two soldiers from the Red Ribbon army were playing Street Fighter. AIM and HYDRA agents gathered around the DDR machine, cheering on members of their respective factions as they played. Some Zeon soldiers were hogging the pinball machine. Attention, Freddy Fazbear's guests, would the owner of the green Zaku, license number SE-005... Numerous ninja stood around, either waiting in line for various machines or getting pictures with the band. Two combine Metrocops sat, eating pizza and complaining about some guy who didn't help pick up litter. There were even a few Iron Masks milling about in the corner. And, thanks to Takahara's recommendations, there were some Shocker grunts singing at a karaoke machine. Yes, Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria had become a hotspot for the faceless henchmen of the multiverse. After all, the reason the robots had gone berserk was botched facial recognition software. So masked henchmen could pass unnoticed, but those who came to try to get them to actually work? Well, they'd have to contend with the absurdly strong animatronics. They didn't stand much of a chance, but the ever-mounting cost of replacing them lead most villains to leave minions at Freddy Fazbear's alone.