@supertinyking@raventlark

Mithias noticed the gauntlet. Fitting, he supposed. "So you already know. Well, I suppose it's common knowledge now. Yes, Bob has a daughter, and ironically, the more people that come to learn that, the less of a bargaining chip Ozzy has, unless... he finds her and holds her hostage.

You see, Ozzy had a bug on me when Bob and I were fighting an Omegan named Alucard. He happened to hear Bob speak of protecting his child. Bob would have give his life protecting the girl, but I helped, and Alucard was killed. Tsukune also died, and I am afraid his soul was also obliterated completely. Such a high price was paid to stop the Omegans, and even Bob was hurt.

Bob's daughter doesn't know who she is. Bob had put her into a sleep for the whole thing. She's never even met him. She is completely innocent, and if Ozzy gets her hands on her... it's not right. She shouldn't be used that way. She doesn't deserve to be threatened or harmed or killed, which will certainly happen whether or not Ozzy intends it, simply because of who her father is.

Regardless of what happened to Drac, we need to stop Ozzy, Bug. tell him to give up this plan. I've already spoken with Bob, and he asked me to deliver his request for help to your remaining family. She means more to him than you know, and to prove it, he sends you these." Mithias glanced around cautiously, then produced the gems.

@Wraithblade6
Looking at those gems, Bug waves them off, turning around. ".....Keep those. What Ozzy is doing is...wrong. Father wouldn't want this..I'll try to talk him out of it." Bug says, opening a portal to the infernal realm. The other Corests float over, Eruka now hidden totally in tattered robes, her form concealed totally, and Lisa, her once vibrant orange and red hair now looking a dull grey. It was obvious the recent events were hard on the Corests. Stepping into the portal, the family vanishes. It lingers, if Mithias wished to follow.

@Wraithblade6

Raven could easily see the importance of this quest, she turned towards Mithias and said," This girl must be pretty important, why would Ozzy do anything to her? What does he have to gain from it?" She couldn't understand why someone would do such a thing, well, she could but they would have to be gaining something from it. She wanted to help but she couldn't see how," I would like to help if I can."

@supertinyking@raventlark

Mithias nodded and withdrew the gem shards, keeping them close to his heart once again. It looked like Bob's plan was going to work, so far. Love did ever seem to be a universal force, binding all those with the capacity for it. Mithias indulged in his imprisonment.

Once Bug, Eruka, and Lisa were through the portal, Raven felt a sharp wave of heat and light coming from Mithias. The vampire had sprouted wings of flame. He answered her. "Ozzy wants to hold Bob's daughter ransom for the release of his father, Drac. Bob currently holds Drac's soul prisoner, because Drac had tried to kill him and failed." Mithias growled briefly. "It infuriates me that Drac attacked Bob when he was weak, right after the fight with Alucard, where Bob basically saved my life and all our lives from Alucard. Drac is a coward, and he betrayed my trust when he attack Bob, my friend." Mithias calmed himself. "But, I still care about Drac's family. His wife and three adopted children are not at fault for their father's actions. His son, Bug, is like a brother to me.

Please come with me once again. I need to see if Ozzy will listen to reason, and if not... we may need to fight off Ozzy in his own realm. We can't let harm come to the girl, and we can't let Drac go free to kill anyone he feels is a threat again." Mithias used his new wings to move toward the portal.

@Wraithblade6

Raven now understood Ozzy's reasons even if they weren't particularly in the best interest of the majority. "I'll come, yet again, at least Ozzy's place still has a floor, well, I hope for my sake," she preceded to stay on the ground and decided that if she had a choice she wouldn't be going to this place again. Of course Raven got distracted from the whole thing by Mithias' wings, she thought that they were just amazing and she wasn't afraid to say it," I know that this is off the topic but I like your wings by the way."

Mithias blinked, initially a little surprised, then smiled. "Thank you. They are in memory of someone very special. Now let's get going. I think I can see Ozzy on the other end of this hell-rift."

Somewhere, a disturbance rang out.....

A man with compassion, and a name that gets him confused for a demon god, could feel this phenominom in his bones, calling him to this place, the ruins of a small group of homes, all of them burnt to a crisp......

A tactician, linked to a dark dragon could also feel a similar disturbance, along with his key-blade wielding friend. They too feel whatever force is causing this odd feeling of...worry, yet alural.
Three are drawn, but who knows what may await them on this seemingly burnt out husk of a community? We'll see soon.....

@supertinyking

All was quiet before the storm, the clones going through just another day on their lovely, unnaturally lush planet that seemed to just churn out crops at stellar rates... at least, it was until the sky darkened, the nearby mountain that had served as a nice windblock and scenic vista for the town was now pouring a swarm of creatures that were too distant and small to spot, but the beating of their membranous wings rang out across the treetops like wardrums telling of the impending invasion. The clones were finally under attack from the planet around them, some might call it a curse for the hubris of their leader, others might simply shrug it off and get their guns, while the rest would begin to panic or stand in dumb-found awe of the encroaching swarm.

@supertinyking

I look at beta and say "you're in charge while I'm gone." Beta sighs and asks "what is it this time?" Before I portal to the source of the disturbance, I reply with a simple "something."

@Tyki
The clones rush to their encampments, many of the civilians getting into turrets, large energy cannons mounted onto the force field generators, acting as armor. As these creatures would slam against the shields, powerful shocks of magical energy would ripple though them, their bodies not having a defense against it, leaving melee out of the question. No doubt, ranged attacks would commence, but the clones were already firing, magi sending huge blasts of mystical power, fire, ice, and what ever they could against the encroaching horde. The huge turrets fires large blasts of energy, sending the creatures skitting back, at the least. A distress call goes out, and soon, ships arrive in orbit, blasting down at the creatures below.

@kishin asura
He finds himself on a hillside, a clearing in the forest several burnt out buildings litter the clearing. The only building not touched by flame is a barn, old and nearly collapsing in on itself. In the yard of a house at the base of the hill, is many gravestones lined up, time having warn away the text on them...

@supertinyking

"Hey, you feel that? I think a new adventure is calling our names!" Ventus remarks as he hops down from a tree branch he'd been resting on earlier. "That, or a trap. Either way, I suppose this is worth investigating. We better practice extreme caution.." Michael responds, pulling on his hood as he opens up a Corridor of Darkness that would lead them both to the outer limits of the area in question. "I have a feeling that someone will have already beat us there, as usual." Ven comments before entering the Corridor. "You might be right...only one way to find out." Michael states before entering himself, the Corridor closing behind them and reopening what only feels like minutes later.

@supertinyking

I look around before heading to the house. Staying on guard

@supertinyking

The swarm takes a good hour for them to finally push them back, their walls being reinforced with the corpses, the sky remaining blackened by some sort of smoke-like substance, their distress call snuffed out before being sent, the ground beneath them erupting with groups of hormogaunts, the streets running red with the blood of the vicious melee that breaks out, clones disappearing, dropping, or taking up defensive positions, the outpost being shrunken down to the most easily defensible positions only able to communicate via chains of shouting and direct, line based comms, the civilians left behind in the melee being either forced to flee or die fighting, the swarms cutting them down should they choose either or neither, resulting in a massively depopulated colony that was cut off from the empire at large and beseiged by an unknown foe that paid for every clone life with one of their own, the tide seeming endless as they watch the fertile, green land around their walled community being disintegrated, leaving them in a barren by nightfall, the commanding officer nowhere to be found, and with limited supplies.

@supertinyking

Somewhere out on the edge of space a baby float inside a life-preserving bubble. In the pitch blackness, a stealthed, small spacecraft slows to intercept. A lone pilot is at the helm, a masked madman, with a face like a white skull of death. Mostly a machine, his cybernetic body kept his biological components alive with very little need for warmth and oxygen. It had taken him a while to get here, but his tracking bug on Teo had worked. He'd found where the baby had been left, abandoned. Opening up the bay hatch, he scooped up the floating infant and brought it aboard. The Omegans would pay good for this, and providing it to them would further his own goals. Omega would return and end all things.

Reaper laughed. He considered killing the infant now, but curiosity stayed his blades. He set the ship on autopilot for now and went down to the cargo bay to witness his prize.

@Wraithblade6

"Nice place." A voice calls out from behind reaper. "Of course, that's not why I showed up here."

@supertinyking@tyki

Somewhere on the noxious, poisoned planet, Strygwyr's eyes suddenly light up so bright, the magic brilliance suddenly pierces through the mask he has covering his face. As if challenged, he flexes and growls, gnashing his teeth and beginning to salivate. Erebus, Eclipse, Michale, etc, who were there, if they still were there, would have been very concerned about what had suddenly gotten into him.

A red light drops onto him from above without explanation and expands, enveloping him completely. The bloodseeker seems to be getting ready for a fight. He looks up, and roars, and in a flash he is gone.

Somewhere on the clone world, shining out from the dust of the Tyrranid horde, a beam of red light flashes, then vanishes.

@kishin asura

Reaper freezes, his senors quickly informing him of what being was there, where, and what kind of offensive capabilities it had. He stood in front of the baby, the infant only fractions of a second away from a lethal strike. Instead of turning around and attacking, he stated flatly, "I commend you, assassin. Before I die, you must tell me how you managed to get aboard my ship." Reaper of course had no intention of dying, and was already preparing to kill the intruder.

@Wraithblade6

Reaper hears the intruder chuckle and reply "what? Me? Kill you? Not likely. But if you refuse to cooperate, I might just change my mind." He then hears the sound of footsteps approach him "as for how I got aboard, let's just say I excel in the stealth department. Given my line of work, that works in my favor."

@kishin asura@ShadowVentus
What Kishin would find is what most would in a site of a home fire, burnt photos unable to be seen due to ash and burns. Stuffed animals from a child's room are found as well, and eletronics melted and warped by the intense heat.
The two travelers going though the corrador would find themselves in a similar place, however, rather than appearing where Kishin did, they end up in one of the burnt homes, atop the clearing on the hill. This scene has some more insight, as if the flames had not the chance to totally destroy this home like the others. Windows boarded up, doors barred, it seemed either this house was condemned before the fire, or, whoever set it didn't want those inside to get out. A picture of a young boy, wearing a raccoon skin hat, the other half of the picture burnt off. He, oddly, seems familiar.

Both parties could then feel the thing that drew them there grow stronger, and what they felt..It felt like anger. Like being near this place made them angrier, more violent. A wicked laughing began from the woods near by, a woman cackling like a witch.....