As the elevator trundled steadily downwards, the commandos took their spare time checking their equipment and talking amongst one another. Jack Morgan spoke first, "Ammo check, everyone. Don't want a repeat of the Proto-Neo-New York incident." "Five mags, half-empty on this one." "Got four." "I'm down to one. David, hand me one of yours... thank you, sir." "I've got three clips." "Magazines." "What?" "They're called magazines." "Oh. I've got three magazines." "Two." "Uh..." "Let me do it, Arby's. You've got four magazines." "Thanks!" "I am carrying fourteen magazines." "How the fuck--" "The augmentations of the Secreta far outstrip your own." "I've got three magazines. Emperor willing, I will not waste them." "And I've got five. Is that everyone?" "I think so." "We should be good for now. We're just about done here." Jack Morgan looked to Hampus, who was leaning unsteadily against the elevator's rail. With an air of pleasant camaraderie, Morgan spoke to him. "Hey there, wizard. You look like you can handle yourself well. Which corporation are you working with?" Hampus gave Morgan a blank look. "What's a 'corporation'?" "Well, you've seen how the higher-ups act, right? Completely insane, no idea about how to manage logistics, that sort of thing? Well, we little guys like to group up and do this stuff for them. And if they decide to get uppity and start smacking around their minions... well, let's just say these people tend to suffer from horrifying accidents in the field. I can hook you up with a good buddy of mine, his name is Takahara. After this mission, we'll be set free to replenish the platoon, so we'll have plenty of time to talk. Sounds good?" Hampus nodded. The idea of getting protection against anything was immensely attractive to him, so Morgan's words oozed into Hampus' mind like sweet honey.

Jericus "Ing" Ignace Client World 576143290-B The guardsman was glade to be out of that pit and back on the surface "I am glad to be out of that warped damned pit," the guardsman said exiting the lift. "At least they stayed dead," he said examining the ash plies as he walked up to the pond. Kneeling next to the pond he pulled out his Imperial Infantryman's Handbook and flipped to the page about water from an unknown sources collecting some of the water into canteen. He proceed to dropped a sanitation capsules into the canteen and shake it up. Taking a drink from it "much better," he said. Looking over to the person that arrive "An officer of what?" the guardsman asked.

Senbonzakura - Client World 576143290-B

At last, after a long period of time, they had finally arrived at their destination: a digsite with no people working on the digsite. Fantastic, and all to retrieve some old coffin. Senbonzakura didn't really see the point of it when he was looking at the picture, but that was something for the eggheads to figure out. Going down it, though, it seemed like Senbonzakura might have to change his mind. Down there were quite a few people, including in the coffin itself. "Hold it right there," Senbonzakura said to them. "I am an officer given the mission to retrieve this coffin and any of its contents. Do not attempt to hinder the mission." Senbonzakura hoped that they would do as he said and not interfere, as his mission included a minimal loss of life requirement, but he would fight them if he had to.

Standing slightly behind Senbonzakura is Kiba, adorned in his form-fitting dark grey armor and his odd helmet. He prepares and hopes for a fight, and slightly flares his aura, giving off a faint red glow. "Just do what he says, people, or we take it by force anyway and leave you all as corpses." It never hurts to be blunt.

Guts - Konoha Outskirts With Konoha decimated by multiple tons of rotting flesh falling onto it, and the subsequent fallout as the surviving residents of its entrails began to crawl forth, the time was ripe. It was ripe for the Akatsuki to make their move. Guts looked overhead as several shadowy figures leaping overhead, dressed in long, cloudy robes. One stood out, resembling a giant plant. As soon as Guts stared at it, his Brand tore open, and a fresh trickle of blood leaked out. This was no doubt a powerful apostle, and he landed on a nearby building to observe the whale apostle Guts had just murdered. Climbing a ladder, Guts stood on top of a slightly taller building. This would work. Guts took a few steps back, and sprinted forward. His muscles pumped, and his legs propelled all several hundred pounds of weight flying off the side of the building. His right hand reached over his shoulder, and swung the Dragonslayer with enough speed to turn him forward in midair. -------------- "Oh, Zetsu! Do you think Deidara-sama would be proud of me if I caught the Jinchuriki?!" Tobi said, before he was interrupted by a terrible crash and a splatter of gore. Looking to his side, he saw half of Black Zetsu twitch towards him, and a one-eyed man lift an impossibly large sword over his shoulder, staring him down with a look of contempt. "Z-Zetsu!" he shouted. "MANGEKYO SHARINGAN: KAMUI." A shadowy energy spiraled forth from the orange mask, and consumed Guts. The Black Swordsman found himself in a new world, one pitch black with a floor made of white cubes. This wasn't good. It reminded him of a much tamer eclipse.

Cliff piped up when he heard Takahara's name "Oh hey, you know Taka too?", he stopped to pull out a small, seemingly highly advanced device that was clearly some manner of cellphone. It was a 5 standard Earth years old model, and wholly unprofessional to boot, but it had been the simplest device they managed to find and teach Cliff how to use. He fiddled with it for an uncomfortably long silence until he finally pulled got the text to show "Just got a telegram thingy from him, actually. Says he wants to talk about something in that italian place, the one with the weird robot animal things? You might get it in a bit, I have no idea how these things work". As the elevator slowly finished its descent, creaking and screeching, a large holographic projection of a map popped up for all to see. A very practical thing for an invading force, really. According to it, the elevator exited to a hallway marked as 77, and after that there were...a bunch of marked places to explore, since the map provided to hints whatsoever as to what each number might be.

Daijuji Kuzaku - Aura Bright's Office Kuzaku was quite relieved to see the present women drop their conversation to attend to him. It seemed the practice of triage was still alive and well, thankfully. He gratefully accepted a seat, sighing deeply as he rested his head in his hands. Dr. Bright hovered over him, asking the matter. Kuzaku frowned. Was he really going to just come out and say that he had visions of the future? He wasn't even sure this was the right person to see; for all he knew, she would just say that he was hallucinating, or suffered a seizure. Still, it couldn't hurt to test the waters a little. "Doctor... Bright? Was it? What do you know about... precognition?" --- Kiss-Shot A craft of some kind landed a short distance aways, and a small group of men filed out. One of Kiss-Shot's fine, blonde eyebrows arched at the sight. This was an interesting development. Breathing a little life into the situation. She could make out three from here; one in strange, grey armor, one resembling a samurai, and the last, merely a boy, but with a golden aura. This was curious. The two armored men stepped forward, brazenly demanding a coffin, likely the one at the bottom of the pit, offering threats in return. Kiss-Shot's eyes narrowed. She did not take well to threats. The last person that threatened her, she had left as a dessicated corpse. And the one before that. And the one before that. Why break a streak at this point? "Is that so?" She called out, stepping forward. "What if I should wish to keep the coffin? You abandoned it and I found it. I'm afraid the exchange rate of threats to buried treasure is not especially good at the moment." --- Giorno Giovanna - Client World 576143290-B Having ignored the clown outside of his office, Giorno had in short order joined up with the rest of his subordinates and boarded a landing craft, destined for the last known location of the object they sought. The ride had been quick, their pilot navigating the hyperspace bypasses quite efficiently. The sight of the Shadow Eternity drill had quickly led them to where the coffin was supposed to be buried, but it seemed that they had company. Company that had beaten them to the punch. Slowly rising from his seat, Giorno silently cursed as his underlings rushed off the craft and began issuing threats. The damn fools. Why was Giorno cursed to have to work with such incompetents? He began to suspect that he was being set up by his own superiors. Either way, he had to salvage this situation before the two idiots he had been assigned began to muck everything up further. He strode ahead of his subordinates, but behind him, Gold Experience Requiem quietly informed them of what Giorno thought of their requisitioning skills so far, "Silenzio! If the foolishness of either of you jeopardize this mission further, I will personally ensure that you sleep with the fishes." Meanwhile, he met with the group gathered around the lift leading down into the drilled pit. He spotted the girl immediately. This required delicacy, now that they actually knew what the coffin contained. No trace of worry appeared on his face as he presented as calming and amicable a smile as he could manage. "Please, I mean no harm. My deepest apologies for the words of my associates; their social skills are lacking at best. Still, what they say is mostly to the point. Our organization constructed and currently holds ownership of the coffin that resides at the bottom of the well behind you." He gestured gracefully behind them as he spoke, and then easily turned his attention to the girl, kneeling to speak to her directly, his tone soft and sincere. "My dear, we've come to pick you up as well. I'm sure you have many questions, and we can answer them in due time. But first, let's leave this dreadful place. Your family is worried sick about you."

"...so that's when I crawled my way out of that infernal worm's stomach and retrieved the genuine Kiku-Ichimonji, and used that to cut my way free," Gilgamesh's introduction-turned-epic tale continued, so absorbed in his speech that he failed to notice that everyone else was tuning him out to discuss their next move. It wasn't until they had left the wreckage that the mightiest warrior had realised Nono - and the group by extension - had wandered off. Damn it, right at the best part, too! "Hmph. Don't even know an awesome story when they hear it," grumbled the swordsman, "well fine! I need to continue on my journey anyway. Come, Enkidu!" ... "...Enkidu?" Gilgamesh looked around, seeing no animal-themed humanoids nearby. Where did he even... Rushing after the group to confirm his suspicions, Enkidu had indeed followed everyone else. More food was a powerful motivation to ally with others, it seemed. Fuming at the betrayal, Gilgamesh lumbered after them. Well, that was a surprising question. Giving Subaru a mildly confused look, Aura returned her gaze to the young man and replied, "kinda, I guess. It's like seeing the future, right?" Why would he ask that, though? Why would precognition be relevant to anything? Unless he turned out be a seer or something... actually, if he was, that made him exceedingly dangerous. Making sure not to betray any nervousness, Aura continued, "why do you ask? Is it related to a medical condition of yours?"

Nono, Restaurant District, Yggdrasil That Gilgamesh guy was still rambling about his adventures, which she stored for later. At the same time, her primary attention was on Saber, who was in control of the situation as usual. It was the kind of attitude that Nono was still striving for, a lesson that she still had to learn even in her final meeting with Lal'c. And at the same time though, she knew people couldn't do it alone. Which was why she would support Onee-sama as much as she could. "Alright Onee-sama," she said happily, following after Saber as she mirrored the other girl's pace. "Hey there, I'm Nono," she added with her upbeat attitude as Lucas introduced himself. "Are you new here?" Entering the restaurant at near the same time, she looked around, impressed and eager, even though getting nutrition was unnecessary for her. Glancing over at Gintoki with his question, she then looked at Saber. "I can get some tables if you guys want to order food first," she offered. She knew how much Saber wanted her food, and not boding any argument, she went off to stake her claim in tables for the group. Misaka 10032, Client World Macross Misaka hadn't really considered whether Marisa would actually have caused damage to the city in her visit as a part f her calculations, to be honest. Academy City had a near incredible ability to recover from any damage, short of full on apocalyptic sized catastrophe, so certainly there was nothing the Witch could have done that would have seriously compromised the city. With agreement, she silently headed towards the indicated food venue. It was a nice place, outdoor to provide access to the sun and sky, though with shade as needed. Round and long tables were both set up, while music played from speakers overhead. Walking up to the small area from which one could place their order, she pointed at a dish, almost seemingly at random given some of the strange names listed there. "'I will have that,' Misaka says with growing hunger," Misaka told the man working there, who was slightly off put by didn't complaint. Order given, she stepped off to the side to allow the other two to order, before they went to find a table so they could sit and wait for their meal. Cinder Fall, Her Secret Base -> Shadow Eternity HQ Cinder wore her smirk as she finished installing and setting up the power cube, the generator put into standby mode as she had yet to get the rest of the items she needed to make her plan a reality. That would take some more work, but she had the time, for the moment. And it would be completed in time. The multiverse was useful like that, since it meant everything was available with enough searching. That done, she spun about and left, calm paces taking her back along the route she had traced once before. She had to get back before people began to suspect much, since she still didn't need people wondering where she had gone at the moment. Not that she expected to have to since she hadn't been gone that long, but better safe than sorry. Back she went to the main plaza which was currently being cleaned by small, yet efficient robots. She gave another glance to the ring overhead that curved up from the horizon, before stepping back onto the teleporter pad. The press of a button, and she was gone, leaving this place empty once more. She appeared with a flash of light back in the base, the place as active as ever. Not that she expected otherwise, and she smoothly stepped out and into the general activity, as seamlessly as she had left it. At the moment, she considered going to see Giorno, a man whom she considered something of an ally, though she certainly attempted to not underestimate him. He was useful, but she knew he could tell he was being used. That made it all the more delicate. But she decided against it for the moment. They had time. She also considered going to go find The Leader, to investigate and learn what more she could about their organizer and master. Such a mysterious figure was too much to be left alone, and she wanted to learn more about her, her identity, and her goals. That way, she could better promote her own agenda. But, once more, their Leader seemed busy, and until she had instructions she was willing to be let alone. So she headed to the lounge, one of many lounges in the place, to rest, and to further spread her tendrils of support throughout the organization. It seemed to always be a hard days work for her, but she would not have it any other way. She had a mission, and she would see it to the end.

"Nono is getting a seat..." it was all that Saber said before her eyes fixed on the menu. Yes... yes... there was such variety in cuisine just on the first page! The sheer volume of options available was beyond anything she could have hoped for... how had she not visited this place previously?! So much food that she could order... She had converted an 'allowance' from Rin into Yggdrasil marks upon her earlier arrival, and even part-time Agents received compensation for their time and effort. As such, she could certainly afford this restaurant. The prices were not exactly cheap, but it seemed that the restaurant was popular enough that there was no real requirement to charge prices that were through the roof. Beyond the menus, to the left of the seats, there was a vast number of empty trays. The restaurant functioned rather uniquely. Food was made to order and held in stasis to keep them fresh, so that patrons of the restaurant could order anything they wanted. An 'agent discount' was proudly proclaimed beside a message that declared that the chef could quite literally prepare any food requested of them, though some dishes would take longer then others. Saber also noticed a hasty note pinned beneath the holographic menu display, declaring 'Please do not order any meals involving the Gigaceros! The Chef is still recovering from last time! Please be kind to her!' Her mind did not dwell on this for long, as the thought was soon pushed out by a stream of dishes she could potentially order. Vaguely aware that others were present, she remembered to introduce herself. "... My class is Saber." And with that, she took one of the holographic menus. Her mind settled on one of the old staples... to start with. A dish reminiscent of Shirou's cooking, it seemed. It would be an opener for her whole meal! Yes, so much delicious food... A waiter approached Nono at the table. He was a young, brown-haired man in a black vest, white shirt, and black pants. "Er... You're with the other group? It's just that... I'm sorry, the blonde seems a little out of it, is she feeling well? She hasn't looked away from the menus since you got here." He paused for a moment. "... Er... please take a seat, though, and welcome to the Multiversal All-You-Can-Eat!" At Kakine's skeptical expression, Marisa simply gave a wide, cheerful grin. Hehehe, it wouldn't be trouble at all! She just had to make sure when she got into the city she could get out with aaaaall the loot that she'd accumulated! And wow she was getting pretty hungry. By the time she got in line and could order her food after Misaka, she just eagerly ordered the item with the largest portion that she saw and eagerly headed over to the table after Misaka. Marisa had to say she was kind of curious about how these two were travelling and stuff. It didn't look like they could knock holes in the fabric of reality or anything like that, though admittedly that was largely speculation on her part. "So, you two are kinda like multiversal scouts or explorers or something?" she asked with a cheerful grin as she sat down. "You know, going out and looking around and stuff like that?" Dlanor gave a nod to the others. Indeed, it seemed as if there was no real clue as to what the two girls had been seeking that any of them could discern. All that they could do now is ensure that the passengers were unharmed. Striding towards the door to the civilian seating, the angel suddenly paused. There was a small doubt in her mind. What exactly have been the goal of this force? To take the Tanngrisnir? If that had been the case, why didn't they aim for the ship's control center? Quietly turning to Patchouli, the small girl spoke her thoughts. "Belladonna, Russ," she began, "Please ensure the passengers are SAFE. Knowledge, did you notice any activity in the secure cargo via the library's CONSOLE?" No agents had been dispatched there. The civilians had required protection. If that had been a distraction... "Breaching multiversal barrier in five..." Her fingers clenched tightly on the Breaker Unit. It was a standard-issue device to teams with no ability to travel interdimensionally under their own power. The response here had to be quick. They were going to a rather... unpleasant location, with both SE forces invading and a potential viral outbreak. They had gathered information that the one in charge of the facility they were invading was planning to introduce a viral threat to neighboring universes. Naturally this was quite simply unacceptable. They'd been force to respond by the SE attack on the base. They couldn't wait for the nearest of the UMMA's heavy hitters, though backup from one of them was promised as soon as possible. "Four..." Any moment now. Her team was poised behind her. Her currently-prisitine white armor hummed, the assault shotgun in her hand was primed and ready for action. If there were zombies roaming about, they wouldn't know what hit them. SE forces... well, they were supposed to try and arrest them(the ultimate goal was to arrest the head of the entire operation at this location), but if they didn't surrender... "Three... two... one." The device clicked and there was a flash as the fabric of reality opened. Immediately she sprang inside, followed by her teammates. Reynolds, the massive hulk of a man with his flamethrower, had to duck through the opening. They were greeted with a dimly-lit hallway. Well, at least there wasn't anyone lying in wait. "... Alright, let's take this carefully," she said, glancing back at her team. She was a young women, clad in white plating with a helmet sporting a blue visor. Her eyes were blue, her skin light, and her hair blonde. "We have mutants, zombies, SE, and Neo-Umbrella forces to worry about, so there's no room for mistakes. If worse comes to worse, we buy time until our heavy-hitters can get here. Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

Neo-Umbrella Parking Lot, Siberia "So you're saying that you need three keys to unlock the main door? Why?!" "I don't fucking know!" "Alright, whatever. The guys already know what to do, thanks to your boss's weird tendencies to write top-secret information down in an easy-to-access place. You've been real helpful, I-- Hold on a moment, please." Julius Aldo stared at the console on the side of the pod. Several immediately-noticeable subspace signatures showed up somewhere in the facility's first sub-basement. Julius re-encrypted his radio's transmissions, alerting the rest of the commandos that they should follow suit. "We've got a squad-sized incursion. Judging by the signature strength, I'd say UMMA or UMMA offshoot. Avoid using all equipment above tech-tier 0.5, and be ready to provide cover story "Morning S.T.A.R.S.". Prepping cover now!" Julius entered a complicated sequence into the console, as a small transmitter atop the drop pod activated. Thanks to the wonders of Smart Matter, the initially-opaque coloring and decals shifted and changed color. What used to be black was now speckled shades of white and grey, clearly mimicking winter camouflage. The barely-noticeable Shadow Eternity logo located on the shoulder changed to rank-appropriate insignias fitting the army of the Russian Federation. Jack Morgan nodded grimly as he spoke to the rest of the squad. "We'll make it through this, bloodshed or no. We are Mother Russia's finest soldiers, and we will not allow these Neo-Umbrella monsters to ravage our fair country! Hampus and Clifford, we'll need you to either get handcuffed or act as Roamer-like as possible. And remember: nothing but Russian."

Gintoki looked over at Nono and shrugged as he took a menu for himself and looked it over, occasionally flipping through the holographic pages for a view of more options. There was a search bar in the bottom right corner, but that could come after he looked through the first ten or so pages. but as he heard Saber's halfhearted greeting he noticed someone else had joined them- a young boy who seemed... Kind of familiar. Maybe it was all the multiversal game binging, but he could've sworn he saw the kid before. Lucas... Lucas... Oh! "Gintoki. You wouldn't happen to be that... Uh... How did it go? It was something like PK something-or-another, right?" he asked as he took a seat at the table Nono had procured for them and typed in the name of a drink he had heard mention of before. "Hm... Oh, that exists? Mellow Cola... Hopefully that Toriko guy didn't pull a fast one on me. I'll take one of these and... This Rainbow Fruit thing?" he said, his statement coming out as more of a question from his curiosity. Screw Shinpachi saying that he would get diabetes from all this sugar, this was his time to kick back! ...Probably. Dio stepped out of Blackout and carefully removed the crates from the robot's interior, making sure not to damage any of the cargo as he and The World moved it out of Blackout himself. At this point, it would probably make sense to report the results, but the organization (or, rather, apparent lack thereof) of Shadow Eternity annoyed him. Who would be the right person to notify about the issue? Would it even be worth it at this point? Wait, the removal of the giant ship orbiting the headquarters was a bigger threat to the group as a whole. If not dealt with properly, the entire group could collapse in on itself and scatter; that wouldn't help his plans for the future at all. "Blackout, I'm going to go see if we can go find some other members to take down that ship. If possible, I'd like you to aid in this effort as well." he stated before walking out of the landing bay and towards the depths of the SE HQ. Maybe he could find some more support there. "H-huh? My hat?" Suwako asked, looking up at her hat in confusion before back at Black Rock Shooter. She tilted her head to the side in confusion as her hat seemed to blink back at the girl. Pyonta wasn't really weird- Just a hat. Nothing more, nothing less. As she, Black Rock Shooter and everyone else rose out of the pit, though, Suwako immediately took a defensive stance. The first guy didn't seem as bad as the second, who had threatened to kill everyone on the spot. Even if she couldn't exactly be 'killed', leaving everyone else to die just didn't sit well with her. "Sorry, but I don't think I'd hand over someone just because they threatened me." she retorted, a dark aura emanating from the ground beneath her. "In fact, that'd give me more of a reason to NOT do so." Right after she said that, though, a golden-haired man entered the scene and offered his own attempt at getting the girl. If he was working with them, then... "Sorry, but if you're going to leave a girl in that state inside of a coffin the the middle of a desert, then you definitely won't do as you say." she stated as sharp rocks began to rise from the sands nearby. If their initial remarks were anything to go off of, there was definitely a fight brewing. It had been a long time since she had fought to protect, but that meant nothing to her who had lived for so long. Kakine walked up the the shop's window and looked over the choices before pointing to a noodle dish that seemed like something semi-normal. He would have to appreciate the choice in restaurants, but even if he was traveling around trying things that he had no idea how to pronounce or name on paper seemed like a dangerous proposition. Taking a seat near 10032 and Marisa, Kakine let out a sigh. This place was interesting, but they definitely needed more resources to conduct any extended exploration. Hopefully they wouldn't end up anywhere deserted anytime soon. "You're... Not wrong on that note." he stated to the witch as he stopped his musing. Marisa's inquiry wasn't that far off, to be honest. In a sense, they were exactly as she had thought- a pair of multiversal scouts for Academy City. They were around to report anything that could be of use to the higher-ups, which was easily done with 10032's connection to the Network, but that didn't mean this was all work. It was more like an extended vacation for the two of them; after all, they had the backing of Aleister Crowley. If that didn't verify their actions back home, what would?

Senbonzakura seemingly had an aura of annoyance when Giovanna's clone reprimanded him and Kiba, and it was made worse when Suwako showed some interference. He struck Kiba in his side with his fingertips, muttering angrily, "You idiot, you don't issue threats when our orders are to minimize loss of life. Now look what you got us into." Senbonzakura then quickly Flash Stepped in front of Suwako, appearing almost instantaneously, and held up his hands in front of him, as if trying calm someone down. "Now, let's not cause trouble when there's no need to." Senbonzakura said. "Besides, we're not here to kill anyone; we're just here to retrieve the coffin. Certainly nothing wrong with that." Senbonzakura said. "We leave, you don't interfere, no one gets hurt, and everyone is happy." Senbonzakura did hope that this was enough to dissuade the onlookers from attacking, or else he would have to break mission parameters and strike back if he had to. Senbonzakura then gently placed his right fist in his left palm, as if forgetting something. "Ah, where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself." As he bowed, he said, "My name is Senbonzakura. That is my dimwitted comrade-in-arms... whose name I don't know and don't care to remember," pointing at Kiba. "And that is my superior Giovanna." He then raised his head and gestured to Suwako. "What is your name?"

As she was debating her next move while slowly beating back the feelings of despair and hunger, the alert came through for a UMMA Strike force requesting support. There was a couple of moments of indecision before she pulled he cash out of her pocket again. Finding an establishment with the appearance of a fast food joint she was soon headed back to her ship with a filling cheeseburger that was slightly more than she would have liked to pay. Cramming french fries into her mouth by the handful, she punched in the coordinate ID of the target world. Autumn Tossed the empty food wrappers into a corner to be dealt with later and acknowledged the Alert on the shipboard computer. She switched the interface over to view the jump status. It would be possible to jump directly into the target world but doing so required some of the hardware on her suit and an even dozen bodies which might draw some attention. Locating Universe frequency... Done. Calculating unobstructed orbit... Done. Jumping in 15 seconds Autumn headed to the weapon locker at the back, pulling out a pair of patterned grey BDUs and grabbing a short submachine gun that would be easy enough to hang on it's sling while using magic. A trio of spare magazines went into a thigh rig on the left. She turned back towards the front in time to see the landing area disappear to be replaced with a starscape and a planet that hung motionless below as the ship used it's engines to hold itself in place above the target. Cinching the weapon sling tight across her chest with a bit of a feeling of nostalgia for the old days, she hit the button that opened the rear door and primed the ship to jump back to Yggdrasil. It wasn't equipped for atmospheric entry and wouldn't be supplying her return trip. She pulled the curved shape of a human jawbone out of her pocket and gripped it by the molars. Running a few steps towards the open door, her skin tingled as it passed through the field that held the oxygen inside. Autumn began her hundred thousand meter fall towards the planet with a backflip as an off white shield faded into life around her.

Julius prepared the next step in his plan: The Fade-Out. He transmitted a message through to all nearby receivers: PA, two-way radio, listening device, all of them. Julius spoke with as grizzly a voice as possible, to enhance the effect of his words. "Atten-shun all Shadow Eternity personnel, the UMMA has entered the area! Begin Tactical Operation Fade-Out! We've already got what we need, let the Russians deal with their own problems! All units, rendezvous at Point L3 for debriefing and interrogation of Umbrella personnel! MOVE IT!" Squads Beta, Delta, and Eta immediately set into action. Moving as quickly as possible, they piled into the remaining three drop pods in the parking lot and on the roof, six to the parking lot pods and two to the roof pod. As soon as everyone was secure, Julius entered a sequence into his pod's console. With a terrible noise like a crowd of people saying "wop" in unison, all four pods warped away, leaving only imprints in the snow and the corpses of Privates Wilhelm and Howie. Deeper within the facility, Squads Alpha, Gamma, Zeta, and VIP finally reached the bottom of the elevator shaft. Lieutenant Jack Morgan breathed a sigh of relief as his guts caught up with him, and briefly mused about how long the elevator ride was. He was confident that merely getting down this shaft would be more than sufficient to give the commandos a head start in completing their missions. "Alright, team: we're on a tight deadline. Move like you mean it! Clifford, hand me that map of yours."

The mad witch had just begun offering the world the goodness of complete insanity by biting off pieces of the Headquarter's walls and devouring the chunks with single chomps as she casually walked through the base's corridors once more. She didn't notice her sudden leave of the decepticon's laboratory, not that it was a big deal for her, but if she were to find out that he orchestrated her leave, her reaction would have be comparable to a Godzilla fan watching a really bad remake. Speaking of which, Jean Reno suddenly manifested himself over her head for a brief moment while random kanji flew off her mouth. During her blind excursion all the while remaining high as ever on Transformium, she crossed paths with mister Cheese hair aka Dio Brando. Her swirling eyes had suddenly focused on the vampire's head, and literally zoomed in on him by stretching themselves in a cartoon-like fashion. She stared at him for a second as she stopped moving forward. "Mmmmm, Chhhheeeeeeeese! CHEESE!" She shouted in war cry before lunging her entire being right at the vampire's face. As she darted at him, her mouth had gaped a few extra inches, indicating her intent to use her Glutton powers to consume her colleague's head in one go. Although because she was high and somewhat conscious, she didn't do it in a threatening fashion, meaning anyone with a bit of reflexes could catch her and stop her on her tracks. Nonetheless, she was determined to eat something, especially if it involved UMMA or cheese. "PAHAHAHAHAHA! Indeed wandering hunter, we are condemned in this endless cycle of blood!" He screamed in joy before charging in right at her. He took the first shots with ease, considering her plasma beam wasn't exactly something that could directly affect his full power armor and plasma protection. The charged blast, however, was something else. Before he could close in on her, she had fired a charge beam, but in response, his right claw had turned red with his own plasma energy. He directed a speedy jab on the frontal projectile directed at him, causing a red and blue explosion to occur. Within the flames of the explosion, Ridley stood tall with his wings extended to give off a rather intimidating effect of dominance. He didn't expect this to terrify the hunter, but the footsoldiers all around including her allies could potentially recognize he was a force to be reckoned with. "As you can see, Samus Aran, the Multiverse has made me a lot stronger. And I'm about to reach a new level once this new, forgotten Phaaze becomes mine." He chuckled in a maniacal manner before giving his nemesis the murderous glare he had given her the first time they had met. This overwhelming killing intent expressed through artificial eyes. It wasn't the appearance of the stare that mattered, it was the eerie feeling coming from it. The first time Samus had felt this dreadful presence of death and despair was two decades ago, when the very creature before her had annihilated her entire family. With a small distance between the two new, Ridley's used his charged claw to strike Samus' suit, knowing full well its potential given their past interactions. Whether he missed or not, the moment it would hit something would cause a shockwave akin to an explosion of energy and heat which was the best way to slow down the almighty power suit's movements. He'd inevitably follow by a stealthy and unwarranted tail slash if she were to jump or perform something to avoid the claw's strike. She was determined to exploit the weak spots he could have accumulated the years they had fought. In his defeats, he had learned how to take down the hunter when it mattered the most.

Samus Aran - GFS Mothership's Bridge Samus shot her rounds as the malevolent Ridley began charging at her, but with no effect on the armored husk. She then fired her charged shot, sure that it would cause damage to her nemesis. Yet she was proven wrong as Ridley managed to deflect that hit... with his hand glowing in plasma energy! Impossible! Ridley must've gotten an upgrade since they last met. Samus scrowls as she charges up her cannon once again. "You will never have Phaaze!" she talks back with anger, "As long as I still live, I'll never let you lay a finger on that phazon!" Yet as Samus tares into the eyes of her nemesis, she could remember the exact same eyes that Ridley had shown all those years ago... the ones that killed her parents. It did indeed give a cold shiver down the bounty hunter's spine, almost paralyzing her in place, like a snake with his rodent prey. Yet she jumped back into life as soon as Ridley's charged claw attack came to her, just barely avoiding it by an inch. Yet she got pushed back slightly by the shockwave that rippled through the air. Yet suddenly an incoming tail slash slashed Samus pack even further! Her cannons were soon fully charged once again as they began to fire volley after volley of rapid energy bolts, having almost the same power of a charged beam, raining down on her nemesis.

Subaru met Aura's gaze and shrugged, stepping out of the way. Technically she'd done what she came here for, but she wanted to stay in case the doctor needed another set of hands. Besides, she had to admit she was curious. "Precognition - that's like prophecy, right?" Prophecy was a rare and powerful skill back home, she didn't think she'd even heard of someone with that sort of power. "Okay, on it." Blake nodded and moved into the passenger section, quietly hoping that Russ would leave her wolves outside. "OK everyone, there's been a disturbance, but everything is under control now." She said as she checked on the civilians, speaking calmly and politely. "Anyone who needs assistance, or anyone who noticed anything out of the ordinary, please report to myself or my colleague."

Microcline's mental faculties were gradually accelerating, thanks to the chilling temperature of the labs. With a rumbling groan, he politely cleared his throat. "Sir? The map's on the elevator." Jack Morgan turned and sheepishly grinned. Tensing up slightly, he moved to the holographic map on the elevator's floor. Taking a small smartphone from his left breast pocket, he snapped a picture of the map. "I want these emitters broken," Jack snapped, "If the You-Mays see this map, we're screwed." Nodding grimly, Microcline fired a round of shots into the elevator's holographic lens. With a whining crackle, the hologram map disappeared. Jack Morgan smiled. "Alright, let's get moving. First things first, let's make sure they don't do anything drastic. I'll send the elevator back up." Stepping over to the elevator's console, he signaled for it to go up. As the elevator's waist-high guardrails snapped closed, Jack vaulted over them just as the elevator began its ascent. Grinning widely, Jack motioned for the rest of the squad to keep moving.

Arragoz Plizgin - Enjin Room Some humies were going to show up soon, hopefully to put up a proppa fight. However, this meant that Arragoz would have to work quickly, lest they arrive and interrupt him in the middle of setting up the bomb. While Faures made an opening in the engine, the greenskin fished one of his melta bombs out of the seemingly bottomless depths of his pack, and began to prepare it. The Orkoid set the timer for fifteen minutes, thinking that would be plenty of time for them to krump the humies and leg it back to the krooza 'afore da muthership went kablooey. After locking it into place, Arragoz armed the device, and a countdown began. Repeating the process twice over for the remaining engine segments, the Orkoid was now certain that he'd probably set up enough explosives to tear the vessel apart, hopefully. With that out of the way, the greenskin went about preparing a proppa Orky greeting for the humies. Moving over to the door that served as both an entrance and an exit for the engine room, he positioned himself to the left of it, whilst retrieving a Goo-bomb from his pack. Upon their arrival, Arragoz would throw the specialized Stikkbomb, entrapping the poor sods in a coating of Squig goop.

Normally, the televisions throughout the restaurant would be used to display things for childrens' birthday parties, but today, they were tuned to a sitcom most of the henchmen felt fairly neutral about. It takes a lot to make a stew, a pinch of salt and laughter too a scoop of kids to add the spice a dash of love to make it nice and you've got... Too many cooks! The intro, as always, continued for a few minutes before getting to the actual episode. It picked up where the last left off, with Smarf and SpaceLizardman Cook having hijacked a motorcycle to infiltrate the Steel-Lord's compound in the Detroit wasteland. Smarf was still firing rainbow lasers at the Fistodactyl. This menace was a creation of BRotH, a winged fist bent on crushing them and destroying the antivirus which could save Coat from the ultraplague. Takahara wasn't really paying attention, though. The animatronics were doing another song, which left him smiling. Very few here knew exactly how the animatronics had been modded over the years. But Takahara knew. And he hoped one day some sociopath would break in, assuming that they could handle the machines... and finding themselves woefully outclassed.