@Lmpkio@Absolis@Eviledd1984
An army of thousands marched on the Imperial Palace, and but three hundred stood to protect it. But they were three hundred of the best, three hundred of the elite. Each a veteran of a hundred battles, genetically engineered into the perfect super soldier and equipped with the most powerful weapons the Imperium of Man could offer them. Among them were those warriors so great, their deaths were not the end of their service, and their bodies were interred into the cyborg death machines known as Dreadnoughts. Whilst the Deathwing and the Ravenwing might not be among them, each of them was an army in their own right.

"Hold your ground at all costs! Drive them back, let not a single one of them set food on these grounds!" The Emperor reached upwards, and a beam of purple crackling energy shot from his fingers, digging into the warp storm high above. He gritted his teeth, feeling the teeth of the Chaos Gods around him, as they attempted to rip him to shreds. He glared, as a trickle of blood ran down the side of his face, like a blood-red tear, his body attempting to hold up under the stress. "Hold this ground, and I will call forth the armies of the Empire of Man! We shall show them what fear is, and we shall show them that we are to be feared!"

The Dark Angels raised their guns, two lines of them having formed behind the barrier. The first knelt down, their guns aimed through slits in the barrier built specifically for this purpose. Those behind them aimed over the shoulders of their compatriots, forming a line of firepower ready to face any assault. A wall of bolters, stretching across the perimeter of the Palace. The buildings near the Palace had been leveled, which would force the Conqueror's armies to fight over open ground in order to reach their enemies. Several Dreadnoughts stood behind the line, their immense weapons spinning up to decimate enemy troops. Among them were a number of Hellfire Dreadnoughts, who had access to high-powered ranged weaponry, including a barrage of missiles. The sheer quantity of firepower placed in this perimiter was stunning, and yet a good count would only show about 175 Space Marines, including the Captains who lead them.



As the armies advanced, they arrived at the edge of the clearing. They had entered firing range, and a hail of steel struck them from the front. Bolter rounds were not merely bullets, they were miniature missiles. A steel bolt the size of a man's fist, filled with high explosives and tipped with an adamantium spike. These rounds exploded on impact, forcing the adamantium spike into any enemy armour. Koopas exploded into gore balloons, Ultron's troops were ripped apart by the unforgiving hail of death. A Hulkbuster unit marched forward, before being struck by the Lasscannon of a dreadnought. Both it, and the ground it was standing on, was instantly reduced to a molten puddle. A rain of missiles struck those foes hardy enough to fight their way through the Bolter Fire, Krak Missiles designed to destroy heavy tanks and walker vehicles. Whilst the Dark Angels' hierarchy and morality was based off of the Knights of Caliban, their technology was matched only by their skill and determination. And yet, the true battle had only just begun, a slew of casualties from an unexpectedly powerful initial burst of fire. But the Conquerors had walked right into a trap, and they didn't even know it yet.

Even as defensive measures were taken against the frontal assault, the techmarines of the Dark Angels detonated several expertly placed charges within the buildings around them. With a resounding explosive rumble, two of the skyscrapers began to sink down onto the army below. They were trapped between two rapidly closing walls of death, the only direction not delivering them pain was the back. And yet this was swiftly remedied, as several squads of Terminators seemed to appear from nowhere. They had been hiding among the buildings, and now used their short range teleporters to form a cohesive front behind the enemy army. Those that would retreat found themselves facing the wrath of Heavy Flamers and Power Fists as the Terminator Marines marched forward. The Power Fists multiplied the already immense strength of their suit by ten, as they picked up and threw cars like they were mere toys. One particular Terminator seemed to draw great amusement from batting away smaller enemy units with a school bus, sending them flying across the battlefield. The heavier armoured enemies were countered by the Interceptors, Space Marines in standard Power Armour who wielded large two-handed Power Swords, which used vibrations and a variety of subatomic forces to rip through almost any material known to man with ease. These blades sliced through heavy armour as if it weren't even there, and those who wielded them were expert swordsman, with hundreds of years of constant war forging them into living death machines.

As the fleets advanced over the battlefield, a new foe presented itself to face them. Having been stationed on the roofs of skyscrapers, teams of Space marines shot upwards, lifted by heavy jet packs. They were able to fly even with their heavy Power Armour, although only for a limited amount of time. The few Space Marines who missed their targets were sent spinning down to their doom, using their remaining fuel to angle themselves towards an unfortunate enemy as they fell. But the majority of the force managed to take hold of the side of the fleet, using their chainswords to tear through the exterior and board the enemy ships. They fought their way through the Koopas within with relative ease, using their superior speed, strength and skill to their advantage. Even the least experienced of these warriors had seen at least five major battles, and had spent a lifetime of fighting before even entering the ranks of the Space Marines. It was not the kind of thing standard koopas or goombas were able to combat, and if that was all the ships contained, the vast majority would soon fall to this quick assault. 55 Space Marines total had attacked the airships.

The Alliance of Conquerors was facing not simply the sheer strength of the Empire's military, but also the strategic mind behind it. If they did not retaliate in kind, they would find themselves quickly annihilated. They had marched their army into hostile ground, into enemy territory, and sought to face one of the most powerful armies in the Multiverse. It was a daring action, and if they couldn't back it up, this would be a short-lived alliance indeed.

@Gummi Bunnies

"Come out and fight!" Grimlock roared as his opponent once again fled. His anger was steadily building as the fight went on, and now it was almost at a breaking point. Grabbing a couple large chunks of debris, he threw them at where the portal last was. They did nothing but send up a dust cloud as they impacted a nearby building. He began slashing at the air around him, hoping somehow to hit the elusive foe.

His little temper tantrum was interrupted as blasts began raining from above. They didn't do much to hurt him, only bouncing off his armor. However, he did feel them, and it wasn't a pleasant experience. Choosing to wait it out, he activated his shield. It was massive, as big as he was, which was perfect. Raising it above him, it protected him from any further hits. At the same time, he began to walk away from the rift, hoping to get out from underneath it.

@CorpusMundus

Timaeus, Daemon Prince - Munich, Germany

The Cultist quickly prepared and hopped into the Chimera while the Daemon Prince followed them flying at a distance. This is a world with much potential, however he was the only Champion of Chaos there. For that reason, he could feel the presence of the Chaos Gods slowly empowering him, so that he may spread Chaos through worlds and universes. Transforming great worlds into daemons worlds, killing all those who oppose Chaos!

They quickly arrive at the location indicated, before activating it and doing what the mortal indicated, he ripped the Matterium apart, calling hundreds of lesser daemons of several allegiances to serve him. Daemonettes, Horrors, Bloodletters, Nurglings, Flamers and Plaguebearers were summoned to his will, and he ordered them to build shrines of the Chaos Gods and Undivided in this city. Of which will become the holy ground of this world.

Nagash, Supreme Lord of the Undead - Cairo, Egypt

The Undead spread through the city, looting through it and equiping themselves with improvised weapons. However, it seemed that old weapons weren't really avaliable in the city, so instead of swords, the most common weapon would be a steel pipe.

As they did so, Nagash was raising improvised Black Knights by the graveyard of this great city, which once housed many but now deserted and left only with a shred of it's former glory, till one of his undead reported the find of a curious structure. Of which, he went to investigate. It was a Egyptian gate, tall and wide and of which Nagash could feel the familiar energy of the Winds of Magic.

Curious of that, he activated it and stepped on the portal which opened on the gate.

@thewizardguy


The opposing army was indeed powerful, somehow being able to drive the first waves of incoming minions back a small bit. However, those were just foot soldiers, the simple goombas and koopas. Yet in the second waves, those same units would be armed with what they've always dreamed... guns. Laser guns! Provided to them by the Space Pirates, an ally of Bowser, the koopas would begin to open fire on the marines with heavy blasters and the goombas, equipped with "turrets" on their heads, also began to fire upon the units. Some of those minions also placed several well-placed homing bullet bill turrets, as they fire and pelt the units below, causing a good deal of damage. Some even fired on the other skyscrapers that were on the opposing team's side, giving them a taste of their own medicine as they would fall on some of the dreadnoughts.

The airships also happened to be under attack, with some already on the verge of destruction. However, the ultron units came to their aid and fired behind the marines, giving a surprise attack as they rid of the pesky vermin onboard. Even the koopas had blasters and would quickly fire upon them before their deaths. The airships that had not been affected then began to fire their cannons on the troops below, causing large explosions in their wake.

The kaiju warriors came to the battlefield next and began to blaze the battlefield with their own fire. The flamethrowers would suffer as they'd realize that they're no match for this powerful units as they began to get decimated one by one. They even began to fire several volleys of their own fire from their hands as they then target the terminators, 5 in particular battling the bus-wielding one. They were far from dumb, as they swiftly avoid his swipes and come straight at him from all angles and begin to set him aflame before turning on the others.

The hulkbuster units also see the dreadnaughts as threats as they began to take to the air, dodging their fire as they grab several dark angels and skid them across the ground and throw them into other units. They then began to fire volleys of plasma teams at the units, ripping through their armor like butter. The Sachiel units would destroy the faces and gore them with their lances hidden in their hands. Some even used eye beams on their opponents, using a massive range to take out good chunks of them. Even as some missiles began to fire upon them, they had a secret hidden defense mechanism. Their AT-Field, a shield powerful enough to stop even the mighty adamantium missiles. Even as they self-destruct, the field was able to protect them as they continue slaughtering the rest of the troops.

And those eggs from earlier? As a pair of missiles hit their shells, all they revealed was the monstrosity that they revealed. From the depths of the Mushroom Universe, arise a pair of Dino Piranhas! One was green, and the other was red. As they roar of their intro, they began to run towards the units. They were incredibly durable, able to withstand several missile and blaster attacks, as the red one fires fireballs at the units, causing a large explosion upon impact. The green one just kept on running, even stopping suddenly to swing its massive clubbed tail around with surprising range. Both of their tails were very flexible, able to reach up to 15 meters at maximum range.

Missiles race towards Ghidorah-San, but were ultimately destroyed by her gravity beams emmited from her fingers. Satsuki effortlessly slices through several terminators. And Ultron blasts the dark angels with his repulser beams. Nova's men had underestimated their attack units... and now they're just seeing how wrong they really were...

Well, now she had his interest. Considering all the questions. Amusing. Well, unfortunately Cyano couldn't answer those questions.

"We don't know how it works, why people get sent there when they die, or where it came from and why it's there. We do know that it's sort of like a last chance. You die here, you get sent there. But if you die there, that's it. Wiped from existence."

Various staff entered the elevator. They were silent, just like Cyano liked, unless she spoke to them. The ethereal brought up the urgency in returning to Arcadia again... If he's so powerful and was worried something would happen, why not send someone with her instead of going himself? Oh well, not her problem.

"Listen, we are almost there. Like, five floors. Alright? Then we will be at my floor. Hopefully the lab costs have finished the mass multiverse transporter. Then we can bring a few others along."

As she spoke the elevator would make a little ding. Showing that they had reached their destination. The doors would open, and both Cyano and the Ethereal would walk out to see two more scientists, bound and gagged over in the corner. Another quick scan would reveal a blue haired person, that the ethereal would no doubt note looked quite a bit like Cyano off in the corner.

"I thought you would be smart enough not to shoot off a couple shots out in front of the manor? Did you think we wouldn't notice? Or, was that the plan all along?"

The man spoke with a tone of disdain. It would be obvious that the two didn't like each other. Cyano would answer, with just as much disdain as the person

"No. I just didn't care. Right now, you just aren't really as important to me as you seem to think you are. Now, your on private property so I have every right to kill you where you stand!"

"you won't do it. I know you won't. And you know exactly why you won't either.

The man's response angered her to no end. She was clearly getting upset. Upset enough that despite what he said she held her multi weapon up and aimed at his head... but... he was right. She lowered her gun. But just as quickly got very close to his face

"Fine. Your right. But you listen here, one of these days that hairballs going to die, and then it's going to be wiped. And then there won't be any hesitation."

Cyano turned away from him and to the console that worked a machine in the center. The machine was the multiverse transporter. It was made exactly to her specifications. She had designed it, so she should know how it worked.

"So, what are you doing there? Another plan to, what? Take out some petty revenge on a clerk that gave you wrong change?

The man walked up to the panel. Clearly confident that he was going to survive this encounter.

"Hey, just because I can't kill you right now, doesn't mean he can't."

Cyano gestured over to the Ethereal. Just by the way he floated Saber could tell he had some psychic powers. Which had to be pretty powerful to get past Cyanos suppressant fields.

"Alright. Fair enough. But if you go somewhere I'm following you to make sure you don't do something I'll regret."

Cyano would normally refuse. Throw him somewhere or something, but then she thought about it. They were going to a whole other dimension. Disposing of him would be infinitely easier in arcadia.

"Fine. Come along. It's not like you could stop me. We go as soon as he's ready. You are ready right?"

That last question was to the ethereal. It wouldn't be surprising if he had questions or objections. In fact Cyano was prepared for them.

The battle brought Ika Musume out of her starstruck daze. This was a dangerous place to be. Of course, she had no idea what was going on, having never been in an actual battlefield. It was loud, and explosions were going off all over the place. People and... presumably bits of people... we're flying through the air as skyscrapers fell. Terrified, Ika Musume would run and hide near a corner of the palace. She would encase herself in her tentacles, which would protect her from quite a bit. Hopefully someone would notice and help her. But for now all Inkvader ideas were put on hold for simply surviving.

---

Once they reached the selected floor, the Ethereal was greeted with a peculiar sight. Scientists playing what humans called 'bondage' in the middle of their duties. The lack of productivity in the Conablum method became more and more cringe worthy for the alien. But as the scene unfolded itself, it was revealed that another psychotic individual had done this in the first place for irrational reasons. For a top scientist, Cyano sure had a thing for surrounding herself with borderline insanity. Then again, the leader of the Ethereals was the one doing the field trips instead of some brainy lackey. But that was mostly because of its position in the organization, only the Über Ethereal was trusted to negotiate and study other worlds in order to integrate new assets, at least among its armada. Many other executive members had that power such as Bambietta, but they all had their specialized fields. The Ethereal was more interested in the surplus of technology they could bring and tactical advantages that would be gained.

With their bickering, the overlord was almost just a prop in this theater scene, standing in the background as they more or less socialized like cartoon characters. The alien took this opportunity to have a look at what it was looking for: Their Technology. As expected, they were well advanced and close to breaking through Multiversial travel. They simply lacked the power of the Terminals that would grant them access to Arcadia. Without these objects, the Ethereal could only guess they'd simply warp in alternative universes without actually leaving the parameters of this world. More like a parallel world rather than an entirely different universe. But that was just its theory. When analyzing as much as possible, it saw enough potential to make a conclusion.

"Indeed ... From a simple glance but also in-depth trait analysis, you two are 99.87% likely to be siblings. Or at least one of you was designed at the image of another if that is the method of this universe. It is typical of human siblings to bicker as much as this, it would be interesting to see your methods of operating in a team."

The Ethereal turned to face the two, the towering creature approached them with no distinguishable motion that would indicate its intentions. With a pause of about five seconds, it spoke up once more.

"Conablum. You have captured our interest, and as such we shall establish Conablum Labs as a member of the Dark Outliners. The Envisioning One will meet with you in due time. With that completed, we must return to Arcadia at once. We can use this prototype as long as the Terminal linked to this mask recognizes this universe. We will confer a specialized research squad to your Labs in order to proceed in our venture. Now, we depart."

The being said solemnly as it approached the machine Cyano's company had been working on. Despite the chaos happening in the Multiverse, this universe that served as an afterlife ran in its massive mind. The research team it would send would probably attempt to figure out a way to exploit this and apply it in a military level. Maybe not to actually revive individuals but trap immortal beings in such worlds permanently for instance by manipulating their grasp. It now awaited for the siblings to get the machinery ready so they could warp back to Bern and maybe scare Sam and his new friend to death.

@Lmpkio@Absolis
As the Alliance fought it's way forward through the hail of bolter fire, their disadvantage became clear. The koopas were incapable of doing any real damage, as their weapons couldn't harm the barricades the Space Marines used as cover. The Ultron units were also unable to withstand the sheer amount of punishment the Space Marines were dealing out, expertly aimed bolter rounds ripping their heads from their bodies. Only two classes of units seemed to be able to fight their way through the hail of steel; the Hulkbusters, and the Sachiel units. While the Hulkbusters were able to fight through through sheer durability, the Sachiel units seemed nearly impervious to the many attacks thrown against it. Even as the Hulkbusters were slowly stripped off by heavy anti-vehicle weaponry such as the massive Lass Cannons and Krak Missile Pods employed by the Dreadnoughts, the Sachiel units weathered the assault. Perhaps this revelation would cause the Conquerors to alter their strategy, as it was clear that no ground force besides the Sachiel units was able to fight their way through the Space Marine guns.

Even as the Sachiel units approached the front lines, the Kaiju units engage the Terminators in the back. The heavy flamers seem completely ineffective against the fire-resistant Kaiju, even the withering heat of the prometheum-assisted flames doing little to damage them. However, this seemed to work both ways, as the heavy Terminator armour made the assault force nigh-indestructible. These suits were to Space Marine Power Armour what Power Armour was to Kevlar. Even as one of the 2 ton terminators was thrown through a building, it simply got up without issue, returning to the fight. Although the Black Carapace which neurologically linked Space marines to their armour allowed them far greater mobility than a human, they were still not as nimble as the Kaiju. However, when one of them got a hold of a Kaiju with it's power fist, it crushed the creature's bones and flesh into pulp with a grip that could shatter diamond. The strength of the Terminator Armour was far beyond that of normal Power Armour, and the Power Fist amplified it tenfold. As such, while the Kaiju were easily able to throw around and smash into the Terminators, they had little that could do any real damage to them.

In the sky, the battle now raged between the Ultron robots and the Assault Marines. Even as an assault marine placed a melta bomb on one of the ships, an ultron unit dealt critical damage to it's jet pack, sending it spinning off into the distance. The subsequent explosion from the bomb, however, still caused the airship to begin it's descent towards the Imperial Palace. An Assault Marine handily tore his way through a squad of these robots, shouting something about "abominable intelligence". Another was gradually destroyed by repeated blasts from the Ultron bots, the attacks eventually making it's way through the Power Armour. Although the Assault Marines were vastly superior in speed, strength and durability to their opponents, the Alliance forces held the advantage of numbers, outnumbering the Assault Marines 50-1 in the sky, if not more. Combined with the fact that this was no longer their home ground, the Space Marines were no longer able to score a crushing victory as they had before. While many of the ships came down, so did many of the Assault Marines. Should one of the commanders reinforce their flying troops, it could be possible to gain the air advantage. In addition to the facts that several of the downed ships were set to crash into the Imperial Palace, and possibly disrupt the Space Marine line.

Ultron meanwhile noted something quite interesting. He was an expert at understanding technology, and what he scanned of the Space Marines was most intriguing indeed. For he discovered that despite the fact that it was clearly several times more advanced than the technology applied to his lesser clones, this technology was poorly implemented. It was paired with cruder works, and less advanced technology. While the Space Marines had access to incredibly advanced technology, they clearly did not fully understand it's workings. They were simply replicating a much older technology, presumably from a more advanced era in their history. The second finding was the complete and utter lack of Artifical Intelligence, even the turrets were controlled by Tech Marines or Servitors. The massive Dreadnoughts, while superficially mechanical, contained a biological core that operated them. Based on the things they were saying, the Space Marines considered artificial intelligence 'heretical', explaining why they avoided it.

@Lmpkio
The mighty Bowser shot down, his full weight and force driving down his spiked shell into this mysterious abomination. And yet, even as he impacted with the opponent, he could tell something was wrong. Apocalypse didn't budge an inch, and the spikes on Bowser's shell had simply bounced off the armoured ceramic plating that covered it's skin. A single sweeping strike hit the side of Bowser's face at supersonic speed, laucnhing him into the air. His body hit the side of a skyscraper, flung through a series of offices before emerging from the other side, and crashing into the next. He flew through 3 buildings, before finally crashing into the ground about 700 meters away. Had it not been for his incredibly sturdy build and shell, he would have been instantly annihilated by the punch. As it was, he could feel that many of his bones had been shattered, and cracks had appeared on his previously nigh-indestructible shell.

Apocalypse's strength, like his speed, had increased by approximately 20%. Even before, his physical capabilities were beyond the scope of many of the fighters currently in this universe. Now, he was nigh unstoppable. And as he slowly moved closer to the ground, and Starkiller exerted ever more energy to hold him up, it was clear that this was not a battle that could be won. It seemed Starkiller was facing the one opponent he could not defeat. Of course, that's when.....

[and then something happens to help him out. Dunno what. Leaving this open to encourage anyone who doesn't have their char doing anything to help out keep Apocalypse down, or even out.]

Funny. The ethereal was able to tell immediately they were related. Cyano supposed they did actually act like normal siblings. Supposing siblinghood came with weekly murder attempts and mutual hatred. Though the ethereal wanted to see the two of them work as a team. Unfortunately the ethereal would just have to be disappointed. If everything went to plan for Cyano, Saber's last stop would be arcadia.

"We're related. In blood only though."

"yeah... as far as siblings go, we have the same parents. But I would hardly call her family."

Saber listened to the ethereal talk. Arcadia, terminals, all of it sounded like earth things. Funnily enough, Saber hadn't actually ever been to earth. Though he had read about it. Well, this seemed like it would be a fun trip. Might be a trap as well. But he had a knack for getting out of those.

Cyano on the other hand, knew exactly what the ethereal was talking about. The ethereal was in a rush again. And established her a member of their club. So exciting.

"Yes, yes. Glad to hear I'm welcomed. Give me a second. They actually did a good job for once, so I can link up outward. Once I do that I can Teleport the lot of us out of here and into arcadia."

Cyano entered a few commands into the panel. A voice came from a speaker to let the three know that the linking was complete. That was good, very good. Honestly, Cyano didn't need outward. But if the creature the ethereal had captured went out of control, it would be pretty entertaining to watch it slaughter them.

"The Teleport should lock on to the largest source of life. Hopefully that will be your group, but don't be surprised if we end up in the middle of some savages or something. We only saw one part of the world, so I can't say for sure if there were any residents."

Without waiting for a response for the ethereal, Cyano pressed a button on the panel. Instantaneously they would be transferred back to arcadia. Though it would be hard to notice, as Cyano had taken the room with them.

Bern, Switzerland
Jetstream Sam & Fujiwara no Mokou

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"That's an interesting name. I've never heard of one like that." Mokou glanced towards his sword. It would be safe to say it was made by the kappa as well. No other people would have made this sort of strange things. A wandering warrior wielding youkai equipments. Perhaps it says something about the people having grown more tolerant towards them, or perhaps it was only him. Him having stolen it from the kappa doesn't seem likely considering how he carried himself. Dishonor would be the last thing a warrior like him would want after all. "So... how did you get those? It looks very special."

"Ah. This?"

Sam pulled out the sword, revealing its blade glowing an eerie red color. "This is a sword passed down through my family, passed on to me before my father died." While his smile never disappeared from his face, it was now tinged with a hint of sadness. "Or to be more precise, before he was killed by one of his students. We had a dojo, you see. The 'Rodriguez New Shadow School' of martial arts. That was when I set out, for revenge."

Chuckling, he sheathed the sword. "I had it modified somewhere along the way, and managed to have this suit made for me as well."

"I see. Revenge huh?" She looked down. It was something she herself had once strove for. Revenge and anger had clouded her mind so much she had even killed someone for it. "I can understand that. There was once a time when I was motivated by that too. Ah, speaking of which, if you're stuck here as well, we should go look for a way to travel out together. If we meet up with Reimu, she could perhaps help find your place as well."

An offer? From someone much more agreeable, but with much less guarantee on the rewards. Well, considering that he didn't really much like the people he joined up with, if she did discover a way out, he could simply meet up with her and leave without them knowing. Realistically however, he was fairly sure the alien people and those other stranger humans would be the first to discover a way to his home. Perhaps Sam should be the one offering that help. But then again... she didn't look very strong, and if that woman wants to test her the same way he was tested...

"Samuel?" Mokou can't help but notice Sam looked rather down for a moment. "Is there something wrong?"

"Its nothing. Perhaps we should split up to cover more ground. Would you be alright alone?"

Mokou puffed up at that. "Its no problem. I'm quite a resourceful girl if I say so myself." Perhaps it would not do to mention that she didn't exactly need that much nourishment because of her 'condition'. She didn't want to scare him off.

Ika Musume was sitting in her tentacle cocoon, waiting out the battle when she suddenly heard the voice of her Inkvasion ally, Add. Excitedly, she uncovered her mouth and answered the question he had asked

It's a battle, De Geso! Those other guys want to stop my new compatriot from giving me shrimp, De Geso! And stop him from helping me stop humans from polluting the ocean, De Geso. It's horrible, the other guys are destroying even their home so they can keep throwing stuff in the ocean, De Geso!"

It seemed that Ika Musume had missed the point of the battle, but it would still get the point across to Add. And possibly amuse him. Maybe Add would rescue Ika Musume. Though that was unlikely.

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With the two clowns prepped for warp, Cyano had mistakenly concentrated the teleportation toward where signs of life were the biggest, and yet a massive war had broken out, essentially bringing them to the slaughterhouse. Luckily, the Ethereal wielded access to the coordinates since in the end, the Terminal was what brought them to Arcadia. They would simply warp back to Bern, right where they left off and to the surprise of the newfound couple, Sam and Mokou. Actually the tall alien would be only a few centimeters away from the individuals, allowing it to set a gray, thin hand on each of their shoulders. With its presence, they could feel the eerie presence of its psychic powers, as if they were infiltrating their minds already and choking them with the intensity of its now active distortion field. But it didn't act hostile, quite the contrary it was pleased that they were not running around.

But as it touched them, a large, white circle with various scriptures and markings within it formed in a 50 meter radius with the Ethereal as the center point. Before they could actually make out why the heck the alien was even back here, a flash of light would blind everyone within the circle for a second, including the Conablum siblings. When their vision cleared, they'd first notice the fact that they were on a flat but completely transparent surface. Under them would be the ocean a hundred meters down. It would actually feel as if they were walking on the sky, but upon further inspection, it would seem more like a glass dome or sphere that allowed a perfect 360° view. Various holographic screens floated in mid air as they displayed the current events unfolding near the Imperial Palace. There was one dedicated to Apocalypse and his current whereabouts.

"Samuel Rodriguez. Fujiwara no Mokou. One swore allegiance while the other remains a mystery. And yet they have identical goals. It is surprising that Basterbine has not solicited you yet, Mokou. Returning to your universes, a common goal but aligns so well with our creed. We can find your original universe, quite quickly in fact. However."

The images displayed on the holograms focused more on the details of the slaughter and many ridiculously powerful units taking down monstrosities from the other side. Alone, some of these monsters could lay waste to an unprepared world and wreck havoc. It was questionable whether the people in this very ship could handle these types of footsoldiers, let alone protect themselves against wave after wave.

"Upon returning to your worlds, they will eventually find traces and discover that universe. Would it be preferable to let an over-zealous crusade of self-righteousness submit every universe it crosses to arbitrary views on morality, or allow blinded tyrants to release their wrath on unsuspecting realms? This Multiverse is poisoned by ideals that will one day reveal an even stronger force that will consume all. The Envisioning One is displeased by any form of large scale interference with other universes. Perhaps it would be in your interest to prevent such ... Barbarians from spoiling your worlds?"

The Ethereal played with what they had said previously. They were people, or at least were close to being, and were attached to the idea of returning to the world they cherished as their home. Sam would be a man driven by emotion and his gut, a man that wouldn't let such abominations lay waste to his world just because they could find it with ease. Mokou was more recent, but nothing indicated the contrary, she also wanted to return home. However what she could do was another story. If she'd end up useless, which would be doubtful given not only the particularly strange aura she released, but most scans had problems detecting a clear pattern in her biology. Like someone kept her alive much longer than she should have. Plus she was an 'anomaly' after all.

"We have no time to waste. Conablum, the satellite scans have detected multiple anomalies. Some of which can be of interest. The stealth drones have most likely captured images of them by now. Before we depart to gather ... Specimens, you are tasked to prioritize two targets, one of which you will scout yourself."

The alien then turned to face Mokou, the girl who would most likely be confused by all this. The fact that it didn't attack despite having the resources and staff to take her on easily would probably ease the tension. There are far worse beings out there to encounter, and so far the Ethereals, or by extension the Dark Outliners, were by far the most rational of individuals around here.

"Fujiwara no Mokou. Whether you follow us or not has little relevance. However if you desire to return to your universe, your assistance would be deeply appreciated and would ... Accelerate the process."

@thewizardguy


This battle was a most interesting one to say the least. Despite a good sum of casualties to come buy, the Conquerers were learning from this. They're learning how they react, how they fight, and figuring out strategies from behind the scenes. Still, it was both fun yet slightly disappointing to say the least.

"Ultron." says Ghidorah-San, "Give me a visual on their armor"

Being an expert on such technology as this, Ultron began to scan the opposing army. What he found can be considered quite intriguing. He scans the troops' armor and made a realization.

"Hmph. Despite their more advanced technology compared to my minions, their technology is poorly implemented. Not only is it crude, but appears to be paired up with older verses of technology. Pathetic. I don't even think they mastered or fully understand it's workings. All their doing is simply replicating a much older technology, perhaps from a more advanced era in their history?"

He scans the battlefield a little more and then makes another realization.

"It also appears that they severely lack in an actual AI system. I mean look at these turrets, they have to be controlled by humans for god sakes. Even the Dreadnaughts have some kind of biological core to them."

"It appears they aren't the biggest fan of robots, hm?" Ghidorah adds with a chuckle.

Then it appears she has an idea.

"Looks like most of our minions are taking a beating, but your Ultron units and my Sachiel-units are doing just fine. I have an idea."

She then thinks of a program code and sends it to all of the minions on the ground, each having a brain chip attached to their heads. Now they can receive any thought that their generals have and obey their commands. With the order sent to everyone on the ground, the troops began to regroup, the koopas, the kaiju, the hulkbusters, everyone. The only units heading to the very front were the Sachiel-units, which redeployed their AT-Field to stop the incoming barrage of missiles and fire. In the back, troops such as the Hulkbusters, bullet bill carriers, and kaiju units begin launch long-range attacks. The HBs fire homing missiles which skyrocket upwards and then home in on their opponents. Koopas and goombas with Bullet bill launchers launch their bullets up in the same fashion. And the kaiju units fire a barrage of fireballs which quickly begin to blaze the battlefield. The Ultron Units and Airships above began to fire upon them from the air, at an area barely able for the marines to shoot them from. This strategy should definitely work...

"All we need now is a stronger air support and we'll be able to demolish these human pigs out of here!" Satsuki says as she surveys the battlefield.

"I know who we can contact..." Ghidorah replies with a devious smile as she shows Satsuki her watch.

"Wait, how did you even get that number? Did you even ask him about it?"

"Lets just say I have my ways." she answers back sneakily.

"Will they even listen or believe you?"

"Oh they will..." Ghidorah-San responds devilishly, "Oh... they will..."

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Bowser's attack was utterly ineffective as he was flown several hundred meters back, already hitting 3 skyscrapers in the process. He lands with a powerful thump as he groans in utter pain. He flops on his belly, with several bones broken, and his shell slightly cracked and in need of repair and polish.

"Gooooooood fucking damnit does he hit hard..." he groans to himself as he struggles to get on his feet, "Starkiller is going to have a tough time beating~"

But it was just then that he looks up to see some unexpected reinforcements... with a roar that is iconic as it already is.

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With Bowser out of the field of battle, Starkiller was left on his own once again. This beast was just too strong for the sith to battle him and already is it growing stronger by the minute! What is he? And why is he here? Either way, it seems that he would win...

But then, from the sky, several flying objects began to race towards them. Yet to the sith lord, they looked absolutely unmistakable. No... it couldn't be. It couldn't be them right?

He wasn't looking at several squadrons of Tie Fighters and Bombers coming his way right? And these certainly were not someone else's fighters, no these were definitely his own fighters! As the fighters came closer, the bombers then began to unload their payloads directly onto Apocalypse himself! These bombs would cause massive damage to the beast, pelting him down with substantial force, possibly driving his attention to the fighters. It would be here that Starkiller sneakily gets out of his range of sight and smell. He heads towards a skyscraper floor, the 12th floor to be exact as he sees the fighters head straight into the portal. Who was summoning them to get over there?! He quickly contacts Imperial command from several multiverses away via his hologram projector.

"General!" he booms over the comnlink, "Who ordered you to move the 501st into this universe?"

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Tie Fighters and Bombers begin to pour out of the portal as they screech over the units below them. While the fighters circled around the enemy opponents, the Bombers continued to go at a straight line, immediately bombing Nova's men down below. Now the Alliance's air force has the complete advantage over the skies and the enemies below. It appears as the tides have suddenly turned in favor of the Alliance...

Ahsoka Tano, Nova's Palace, New York City

It took all of Ahsoka's will to tune out the practically blinding and raucous nexus of Force energy that Nova seemed to be, all too easily felt by her even if it did feel a bit...different. It wasn't like any other Jedi that she had ever sensed. But then again, given the situation that was probably to be expected. He wouldn't be as she was used to.

Of course, some sort of squid alien arrived to treat with Nova, declaring some invasion that didn't really get anywhere in the face of bigger problems. She was more impressed as the arrived soldiers set to work, building up defenses that would impress even the Republic army, at least in how quickly they were deployed if not their firepower involved.

Soon enough the fight came though, strange creatures on land and in the sky, odd ships, an army of robots that reminded her too much of the droids of the CIS. The 'Space Marines' fought back though, unleashing a blistering fire that was certainly loud, if nothing else. And they definitely held up under pressure. Everyone was bringing their utmost to this, it seemed.

Well, she could hardly do less, and she stood tall before she activated her lightsabers. "I'm going in," she informed the others before moving to join the fight. Her blades hummed in the air, and she lashed out with the Force to aid her as she assisted in the defense. Superheated metal cut like nothing and flesh burned, as she dodged, deflected energy blasts, and weaved through the combatants. Time to show them what a Jedi could do.

Orders? Cyano would complain, but the ethereal actually had a pretty good idea. She had been itching to have a good tumble with something, so scouting out some of these specimens he was talking about would be quite a bit of fun. It would put her plans to get rid of Saber on hold though. Not that it mattered. That could wait. Maybe she could wait until tomorrow.

"Fine. On your screens I see quite a few people... how about... I'll start with this giant robot. After that, well, let's leave that a surprise."

Saber on the other hand, was messing around with his instant teleporter. He was used to strange things like this, though that didn't change the fact that he no longer knew where he was. So hopefully it would tell him. Though before he could get it to tell him, Cyano had already snatched it away. Even for her, that was rather rude.

"Hey! I know we aren't at each others throats right now, but that does not mean what's mine is yours."

The complaint meant nothing to Cyano. She took a quick look towards the screen for the coordinates. The robot thing was pretty close to the battle field. Well, maybe if she was lucky she could take a quick look at it.

"Well, I'm off then. And don't worry, I won't break your toys. you know I would just hate to see you cry"

With that Cyano was instantly transported away. Where she had set it to teleport her, would have placed her inside of the robots chest. However because of the lack of open air, she would find herself standing on its shoulder, and the robot would find what he would probably see as the equivalent of a bug next to his face

~---~

Saber stood dumbstruck that that had just happened. He turned to look at the others. An odd group, to say the least. Well, it would be best not to be rude, so he introduced himself"

"well... hello there. My name is Saber Rivard, very nice to meet you all."

At this point there wasn't much more he could do but smile and wave. So that's what he did.

@Lmpkio@Absolis@Flamelord
The Emperor frowned, as an unknown fleet of small fighter and bomber ships entered the battle. He had prepared for his opponent to take the overhead advantage, but those smaller ships would deal a number to his men. While he wasn't all too worried about the fighters, which were specialized in ship-on-ship combat, the bombers formed a serious threat to his men. He had been driven on the defensive, and it was not a position he could hold for long. As such, he would need to end this battle quickly, before his opponent could call in more forces, or simply annihilate him with bombing runs. With a single mental command, imperceptible to those he did not wish to hear it, he ordered his army. "Move in on their commanders, annihilate the head of the snake. Each is incredibly powerful, consider them high-priority targets."

The Dark Angels nodded in agreement, as the perimeter suddenly broke up. As the Sachiel units moved forward, they found themselves suddenly free of assault, the Dark Angels charging towards them as if to enter melee. One of the Sachiel units raised it's hand, to unleash it's hand-based laser, only to suddenly bend over. The creature screeched, as flames forced their way out of it's body, before it simply exploded. Another seemed to rot away to nothing, while another was crushed by an unseen telekinetic force. While the AT field provided excellent protection from ballistic weaponry, it did nothing to shield the user from the power of the Warp, and the Librarians of the Dark Angels made excellent use of this as they tore down the protective barrier of Sachiel-class units, even as a series of Krak Grenades and Melta Bombs dealt with most of the Hulkbuster units. One of them came into contact with the enemy, before a Dreadnought flung it through a sky-scraper using the enlarged equivalent of the Power Fist.

The Dark Angels charged towards the enemy, bombs striking the ground around them, squads being knocked into the air, some annihilated as the plasma-based explosives ripped through their heavy armour. Expertly placed bullets tore down several of the small craft, but the might of the Empire was nigh-infallible, and no amount of firepower would take down the swarm of TIE bombers above. Furthermore, it seemed as if the situations had reversed themselves. For as the Dark Angels charged, a series of Ultron units prepared heavy weapons, Kaiju units summoning balls of molten flame, Koopas firing Bullet Bills. For a moment it seemed like the Emperor had sent his troops into a hopeless charge against a superior ranged force, making the exact same mistake the Alliance had made.

However, everything had been prepared for. The enemy would inevitably resort to long-range attacks in order to deal with the Space Marines' barricades. As such, they would weaken themselves to melee assault.



All of a sudden, several immense figures appeared in the midst of battle. Massive armour-clad death machines, each the size of a Dreadnought, wielding an immense Grav-Cannon. it was as if a fully armoured Space Marine had put on another, even larger suit of Power Armour. And it was apparent why, as the weapon it carried would have crushed a Space Marine's arms, Power Armour or no. Ten Dark Angels Centurions had appeared among the ranks of the ranged attackers, and as their Grav-cannons fired, a ripple of force moved through the enemy troops, crushing everything and everyone in it's path. The line was more than disrupted, it was ripped to pieces. Disorder was suddenly rampant as these massive figures were joined by a squad of Interceptors, using a combination of grenades and blades to tear their way through the enemy. This allowed the Dark Angels charge to hit, with only minimal casualties.

Closing into melee with the enemy, the Space Marines ripped their way through the enemy forces, the only exceptions being the Kaiju units and the Sachiel units, who were able to hold their own in melee. However, the charge had never been meant to destroy the enemy. Instead they had merely broken through, charging towards the real target. A swarm of Space Marines charged the positions of Ultron and Satsuki, aiming their full arsenal of weaponry at the commanders as the Centurions and Interceptors kept the main body of the attacking force off their backs. All of a sudden the commanders would have about 125 Space Marines to deal with.

Meanwhile, the Terminator troops were pretty much done with their enemies. The Kaiju units had formed formidable opponents, but they had not been able to deal with the sheer power of the Terminator Armour. This meant that these troops were advancing from behind, albeit slowly, ripping their way through lesser soldiers with diminutive ease.

The Conquerors would be surrounded by whatever honour guard they had chosen to keep to themselves, but they would be assaulted by an immense fighting force, all of whom were currently firing on them from every direction. Even with the bombings, nothing could slow the charge, it could only kill a couple before they reached the enemy. This would be the final act of this battle. If the Space Marines failed to defeat or wound the Commanders, they would be trapped between two lines of enemy forces, with no fortifications and an angry fleet of bombers up above. But if they succeeded, and forced the enemy to retreat, that would buy Nova enough time to call down reinforcements.

The Emperor sighed, as he could feel the strain on his body. In but the space of ten minutes, he would call forth more of his armies. If they could hold out until then, this world would be as good as his.