@Savato@Absolis@Flamelord
The kolons pulled out their grenades and moved for the door, aiming to throw them through the tiny slot. And yet, even as they attempted to pull the pin, they found they couldn't. Not that the pin was impossible to pull, but that they simply no longer had the option. No matter how hard or long they tried they found themselves incapable of forcing their hands through the motions, as if their bodies simply refused to perform the action required. It was a command, implanted into their brains, and it was one they could not disobey. Whilst any with no intention of harming the Emperor would find the pins easy to pull, for the kolons, right now, it was impossible. For the Ethereal it would be clear as day that they had been touched by the Emperor's mind. For even as his body lay broken, his mind was fully aware, and fully capable. Any who wished to dispose of the God Emperor's body would need to face the mind that governed it.

It was when the Kolons opened the door that they found themselves faced with the God Emperor himself, resurrected in full. He had been forced to accelerate the process of regeneration, but that was but a small strain. Nova looked upon these tiny creatures, and he knew them for what they were. They were children, incapable of comprehending the true darkness of this reality. But they were gifted in many ways, and they would be the perfect tools to rebuild his Imperium. "Kolon. Build this." The Kolons would of course already know what his goal was, the blueprints implanted into their minds. Nova had no intention of dominating their minds, there was no reason to do so. He simply placed the implication that doing as he said would lead to fun in their subconscious, a mild suggestion. If they wished to the Kolons could completely ignore his words, but he would be grateful if they would lend him their assistance.

Next, the God Emperor turned to the Ethereal. "You have unleashed a great evil on this world, alien. You had it in your clutches, and you had the capability to destroy it for good. Your failure to do so could have proven the end of this world. If we are to cooperate, then such foolish actions should be avoided. While your organisation may not hold innocents in the same regard as I do, I believe we both wish to preserve the stability of the Multiverse." The ethereal had clearly deigned the God Emperor an enemy, but Nova had no intention of fighting the Dark Outliners if he could avoid it. He had read the Ethereal's mind with no regard for privacy, figuring it only fair in recompense for the failed attempt at delaying his revival. Luckily for the Dark Outliners, Nova had been unable to pierce the Ethereal's powerful psionic defences, and as such had no access to his innermost memories. He was simply aware of surface thoughts and knowledge, including Apocalypse. Of course, the true extent of what information Nova had gleaned remained to be seen.

With a gesture, he moved Ruiko in front of him. He had not touched her body with mind nor form, instead simply warping the space around her. She would find herself teleported suddenly in front of him. The God Emperor looked down at her and smiled, recognizing the turmoil in her mind, and the foolish actions that had forced her to this place. "As for a more pressing matter, I believe that you do not belong here. The war you have seen is but a playground tussle compared to the hell this world will soon be encompassed by. I may not be able to return you to your own world at this time, but I am able to protect you, if you wish." Nova paused, as he felt the emotions flit through her mind. He sighed, as he recognized the folly of protecting one so fiercely independent. "Or, if you wish, I can help you along the warrior's path. It is within my power to grant you the capabilities you wish for naturally, to transform you into an.... esper, with no need to rely on foolish devices. Do not make your decision, but think on it. I can grant safety or power, but with power comes responsibility, hence I cannot grant both."

Nova then moved on, expecting Ruiko to be too dumbstruck to speak. She would make her decision in time. Instead, he began to walk towards the door to the Kolon Hut. There was a mess outside that needed dealing with, and nobody else had volunteered.

@SgtEasy
Cannons and lasers fired, a barrage of devastating weaponsfire raining down on Apocalypse. Lesser weaponry seemed to simply bounce off of his skin, specifically heat-based weaponry was almost completely useless. A Halcyon cannon managed to blow off the creature's left arm as it was throwing around one of the Mako tanks, but already it grew back. Strands of flesh extended from the stump, extending and knitting together as a new limb was formed in just a second or two. This creature seemed impossible to harm. It's speed allowed it to dodge almost every attack, and those few attacks that did hit (usually through sheer chance) only rarely did any damage. And it's immense regenerative properties made such damage almost completely futile. Covered in blood and gore, Apocalypse seemed to be having the time of his life. He laughed as he ripped a tank in half, and chuckled as he punched through a squad of batarians. It's experience with the 'friend' grenades had truly been a positive one, and the creature had never before drawn such boundless joy from the needless slaughter of innocents. Whilst previously it had been motivated by an unending jealousy and superiority complex, it found itself now able to enjoy the little things, to see the glass half-full. As Apocalypse crushed the head of a krogan with his left hand, he considered that he had never felt more satisfied performing such a humble task.

Of course, such introspection did no good to the yakuza in question. In fact, this was probably rather bad news, as Apocalypse would normally have simply gotten bored and walked away. But it became time for the one being with any hope of stopping this abomination stepped forth, a being practically built for battle wielding a weapon of immense power.

As Varhak slammed his weapon down towards Apocalypse, he simply blocked the head. The impact crushed the ground beneath his feet, shaking the earth and forming a crater around the point of impact. But Apocalypse held it. Not without trouble, mind you, but he held. Grinning, Apocalypse looked up at the krogan warrior, revealing a row of bony portrusions were another being might have teeth. "That is a mighty weapon indeed. But it seems that despite your hammer's power, it is wielded by a weakling." He tossed Varhak backwards, hammer and all, before slowly marching towards him. The rest of the yakuza would most likely have formed around Banha, but it would not matter. "Tell me, little one. What is it that you hoped to achieve wielding a weapon so much greater than yourself?"

Hmm. There was something off about Add. It made Absolis suspicious of what his true intentions were in all of this. And what interests did he have in the girl? All of these were rather pressing matters, and Absolis wouldn't take very long to inquire.

"What kind of interests? From the look and sound of you, you didn't show up out of the kindness in your heart so what do you want with her?"

Absolis would await an answer, though considering what would happen next it was unlikely he would get one. Suddenly, from the other side of the palace that he had been headed to, explosions sounded, screams were heard and streaks of blood gushered high into the sky. The screams themselves were of pure Agony and despair. H-had kolon gotten access to his nukes again?

Meanwhile, with all the explosions and screams, Ika Musume was returning to conciousness. She wasn't quite awake yet, but she was about to be. As such, her tentacles would move in her sleep and grab Add. She would mumble something about shrimp before reeling Add in to chomp down on his head.

The kolons watched the destruction below. Well, that was no fun. And they had to do something about it. Of course! The kolon grenades.

The flying Kolons would begin dropping the Kolon grenades on the dead and dying Yakuza. The dead Yakuza would be unaffected, but the dying and survivors would be turned into Kolons. Their wounds would be gone, and they would all head into the palace. For every two people apocalypse had killed, another Kolon would rise.

Ah, finally. Cyano laid herself down on her bed. All the augmentation switching had left her a bit tired, and now it was finally time for a rest. Cyano closed her eyes, rolled over, and... the ethereal. Again. Some other urgent emergency. Her patience with him was being worn short at this point. Order after order. Suffice to say, she may work with the ethereal, but she was not one of his little sociopath minions. It seems he needed to learn that.

Cyano dragged herself out of the bed and walked over to a computer console she had sitting over in the corner of her makeshift lab. If he wanted to give so many orders, perhaps he should have something worthy of them. After inputting a couple of commands, she would lay back down in her bed. And her body would go limp.

"Joints. Good. Systems all fine. Dusty, but that'll fall off as I move around."

Escher had awoken. It was... unpleasant. But worth it for now. Cyano walked over to her organic body and grabbed all of her equipment. She was going to need it. But now it was time to go. By now the giant robot was being held in a static field. It was a big low tech, but it would keep its systems from rebooting until they completed scanning and could find what made it run. Even sapient robots and androids needed something to make them run. Cyano locked the teleporter on to the one the ethereal told her about, and with that she was off.

Displacement had her teleported a few good feet outside of the hut. Not that she cared. She recognized it for what it was, and if that thing was in there she was going to be outside it. She took a look around. A little girl, some people were being torn apart by the creature... and lots of the cat clones. It was multiplying! At first, it was a matter of fear. But then, a thought occurred to her. Which was safe to have, since androids don't have true minds to read. She poked her head in for just a moment.

"Ethereal, it's me. You might want to see this"

@thewizardguy

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Varhak looked defiantly at the grey behemoth, his face contorted into an eternal snarl. Inside however, his mind was flashing warning signs. '"Run you fool!" He could hear his krantt shouting from the back of the rest of the standing Yakuza. His face softened for a moment before coming back to a grim determination. He wasn't important enough to be saved and a Krogan's word is final.

"Tell me, little one. What is it that you hoped to achieve wielding a weapon so much greater than yourself?"

Varhak laughed. He remembered how he got the ancient gravity hammer, fighting to the top of his clan's corpses to get it. He smiled widely as he felt his bones regenerated, seeping wounds healing, hole in his chest knit back together. He spat blood on the floor, holding the gravity hammer firmly. The hammer crackled even more, electricity arching from it, seemingly excited to fight a worthy foe. Varhak was no more. This Krogan was different, utterly consumed by bloodlust.

"You cannot even compare to me! You were born with your power, a mere weakling spirit in a strong body. You do not deserve the power you possess, demon!" His voice was different, a seemingly calm voice with a dark undertone. It seemed to broadcast across the whole planet. "YOU ARE VAT-BORN! Impure and born with a power you cannot comprehend! I was born with the prison of flesh and blood, born of Krogan blood! I worked for my power, you were merely born with it!"

Varhak's voice went into a silent whisper "You do not deserve the body you are in." The hammer released a high pitched, mechanical whine. He raised his hammer.

"I AM KROGAN!!!"




Varhak slammed it on the ground, making a deep crack on the ground. It was dark and deep and captured both him and the grey demon. He threw his gravity hammer out of his hands, using the last of his strength to save the glorious weapon from the abyss. As he fell into the darkness, he smiled in peace.

-void-

Stephen wakes to the sound of an explosion, the fighting outside making his nap a rather tenuous and fleeting prospect at best, and (finally) enough was enough. He stood shakily, the wine he'd had last night coming back to bite him in the form of a nagging hangover/headache. While he wasn't much of a drinker, his recent raise had given him enough reason to celebrate though the sight from his balcony quickly dashed and lingering hope he'd had of a peaceful day. Combat and assorted battles taking place all over the place due to the warring factions, his lack of coffee and headache making it take a solid three minutes for him to realize that he was no longer in The City, though it didn't look to far from it on the average day to be fair. "Well shit..." he sighs out under his breath, turning back inside to get dressed hastily in what was on hand before going out and walking down the streets, his eyes scanning the desolate and desiccated corpses of buildings around him, searching in vain for a still functioning food market.

It was when he came across a donut shop, the name faded off the plaque and the advertising sign that had once stood proudly in proclamation of the small, ma and pa shop, had collapsed onto the main building, caving in the roof to the point where he would have to actively destroy a large portion of it to gain access, when he felt the first wave of combat being reached. His hat, a thatch sombrero with a fake, stereotypical mustache hanging from a cord to match the poncho he'd procured, fluttered violently at the force of the implosion of the sudden forming of a minor gravitational well, the only thing keeping him in place being a hastily constructed root structure of crystal, his clothes not being quite so fortunate however as his poncho and sombrero flew into the well, being crumpled into little more than a ball of dense plant material that thunked to the ground next to the ball of meat apocalypse and his combatant had been reduced to. It didn't take long for said ball of meat to being reforming into the monster that had been thought slain.

Stephen watched silently, blankly monitoring the progress of the monster's reformation and awaiting it's completeion, the addition carapace formations to assist in the prevention of high pressure compression already forming as stephen's offense, a long, sword-like growth of crystal, formed in his palm, the blade flaking off smaller and smaller until the smaller blades could no longer be perceived via normal vision, a strong wind being whipped up from all the parts being put into sudden motion. If armageddon could not wake within the brief, three minutes these actions had taken place then he would not wake at all.

Ruiko Saten - New York City, Arcadia-1

With the beat down going on in front of her, Ruiko had no choice in the matter as she was forced to watch the slaughter, the strange creature taking down the new arrival like they were made of tinfoil. Fortunately it hadn't noticed her yet, or else she was sure that she wouldn't have a chance of survival. Nonetheless, she had to marvel, and tremble at the strength on display, even if the men before her got no sympathy for charging to their deaths.

She couldn't tear her gaze away, and it was only when she suddenly found herself somewhere else that she could possibly act. "Hey, what gives," she protested after a moment, looking around to find herself with the Ethereal once more. But it wasn't the Ethereal who had done this. No, it was some other person, a looming figure in golden armor that seemed to grab and captivate her attention.

Held as she was, she had no choice but to listen to what he had to say. At first her hackles rose at the offer of protection, condescending as it was. Her choice to use the Level Upper in the first place had been motivated by her helplessness, and she would never be that weak again. Fortunately he seemed to recognize that, somehow, and offered an alternative that ha her eyes widening in shock. He...he could do that? Could give her full and complete access to her Esper abilities, without needing the Level Upper to do it? It was a toxicating thought, and one that threw her into confusion as she tried to figure out what to do.

She turned to watch as he walked off, still as she swayed slightly on her feet. Such a possibility, it was what she had dreamed for. She wouldn't need the Level Upper as a crutch to activate her powers, and she could return to Academy City free of the ridicule and hatred that using it had gotten her. she just...didn't now what to do.

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Roshan Arcadia-1 Miami
The lumbering gorilla emerges from the large Crimson portal, the rift in the fabric of the cosmos, caused by a massive amount of blood. His hands were covered in fresh gore, as he himself has partaken in a rite of blood magic, killing a woman in order to bolster his own regenerative powers, in case he was met with..resistance, as he had expected. With him, a group of 20, tall demons followed him each one almost 9 feet tall, Devils bound to his will by blood, and death. They had large wings, almost reaching a 10 foot wing span, their wings sprouting from their backs. Their skin, red as the blood that called them, and their souls, as black as the abyss. These were not the demon ogres of norm, but rather demons from the very pits of hell he had risen into the mortal plain.
Roshan grinned widely, as he could sense the fact that a civilization had risen, and fallen here. How delightful. He takes in a deep breath, and then, roars. His roar, that which causes some of the least sturdy buildings to vibrate, and strikes fear into the wild life. With this roar, many a Demon Ogre, and Bandar flood from the great portal, and quickly a city is created in the carcass of Miami. Old buildings are haphazardly re-enforced, and made into housing, or storage. Factories are raided for metals to melt into armor, and weapons. With thousands of his people coming to create a foot hold in this world, Roshan looked northwards.
"....I sense other creatures..powerful...I can feel their strength. A challenge! I will rend their flesh from their bones, and feast upon their hearts....Get me some Pans. We're going to need to get up there, quickly. A bit of Fey trails should work nicely...." Roshan says, waving for his devils to in fact do so. 19 of them do, while one stays behind.
"...Did you not hear me?" Roshan says, turning to the demon. "Sir..I'm not leaving you alone in a new world, where unt-" The devil starts, before Roshan flies into him, blade in mid swing. The demon hardly has time to react, and manages to fling itself back, but not far enough to avoid losing an arm to Roshan's blade, his sword carving though the devil's flesh like a heated knife though melty butter. The demon recoils, screaming, holding his stump of an arm.
"You do as I say, when I say it! You do not think, you ACT!" Roshan yells, before picking up the Devil's arm. "You'll be needing this back, in the gem mines." Roshan says, and the demon tenses up, and breaths..before lunging towards Roshan, drawing its own blade. Roshan grins, as he to flies against his foe. While the demon had one arm, it was still a physical match for Roshan...but it did not expect what came next. Roshan took a hand off of his blade, and drove his hand into the demon's chest, the flesh he touched turning to dust. Easily, Roshan's palm drove its way though the demon's heart, and it faltered, falling to the ground, dead.
Even with it being dead, Roshan did not stop there. He threw down his sword, and began to mutilate the body of the demon with his hands, tearing chunks of flesh away, ripping off limbs..it was rather a gory, and terrifying scene. The other demons return, the Pans accompanying them, but they froze seeing Roshan in such a fury, for even the devils had fear in their hearts, fear of Roshan. Finally, Roshan leans down, placing one foot on the chest of the dead demon, and grabbing the demon's head with one hand, before tearing it off, and facing it towards his other minions.
"This, is what happens..to....those that do not heed my words, as I speak them. Now, get ready, we're going on a little trip....Prepare to make a blood sacrifice, and gather some nature gems. We're creating another portal..." Roshan says, smiling wickedly. The Pans and demons scramble to get the supplies, even as Roshan lists them, much to his pleasure. He takes the severed demon head, and the demon's belt, so he may place the head on his new belt.

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Despite the divine nature of the God Emperor, the Ethereal could clearly see the weakness of humanity in him. It sickened it, filled the overlord with disgust but also envy for such creatures as they wielded a potential that far exceeded the Ethereals. Though of course, Nova was not a good example as he was barely even human when considering all factors. Nonetheless, the alien didn't hide its psionic influence to deflect most of Nova's abilities, giving him only the bare minimum. It was clearly aware that it was outmatched in terms of power, there was no reason to hide it, the Star child was nothing more than a transcended being that greatly surpassed anything they could dream to produce. But it didn't matter, he was displayed as an imperfect being in the end upon losing to the goons from the Alliance of Conquerors.

But the Über Ethereal wasn't insane, nor prideful enough to reject Nova when he clearly didn't display any form of belligerent reaction. He mostly questioned their reasons for preserving Apocalypse, something that even the Ethereals admitted was extreme and lacked rationality. However, in a world where even the God Emperor of Mankind fell to his knees to an army, integrating such a monstrosity within their ranks was an advantage to have and mostly to observe. Nova would clearly see through the authorization of the alien various alternatives they had formulated regarding Apocalypse's fate, many of which consisted in having beings just as terrifying within their army, though apparently completely under the control of this 'Envisioning One'.

"We Ethereal Ones do not perform of the same mistakes out of greed as you humans do. Whether it is an asset or not, you clearly see the plan we have concerning this ... Thing. It does not excuse your failures regarding the Alliance of Conquerors, the only tangible threat at hand, Star Child."

It was typical of the Ethereal to take this conversation with a bit of salt, after all it still represented a powerful organization and they couldn't afford to appear vulnerable or submissive. But Nova could clearly see they weren't directly hostile to him, or at least their hostility would be much greater to their common foe than to himself. When Ruiko was summoned to the area, the overlord didn't feel at ease with the way she was solicited. It didn't really have any attachment to her but what this Level Upper could offer had immense potential, plus with the path the alien imagined for her, she'd be on her way to reach the elite ranks. The alien followed him as he walked out, following Cyano's request in the same process.

"Defending is not what this child requires. Nor does disregarding her mediums would make our understandings advance. As an entity engaged in this inevitable conflict, we must harness the potential of that tool. Creating a powerful, enhancing mechanism by using simple soundwaves would likely give the edge to lay waste to the enemy's ranks."

It announced, a detail he could have easily accessed in the alien's mind but it bothered to share it as a sign that something could be done collaboratively to destroy the menace. Of course, the Outliners also considered Nova as a threat to Arcadia too. His ideals and overwhelming power were simply going to yield the same Doomsday scenario to all universes as the Conquerors would bring, according to the Outliners.

"You have failed once, Star Child. Your mere presence leaves this Multiverse vulnerable. Your allies have also revealed the existence of a pivotal tool to completely overrunning the Arcadia system. Action must be taken differently, starting by you yourself fading from Arcadia. The Envisioning One may have a strategy to eliminating these forces that oppose us."

It exposed to the God Emperor. It didn't matter whether he'd follow or not, at least not to the plan. If he were to remain stagnant like before, the Conquerors would likely defeat him again, while being left even more vulnerable for the Outliners to finish them off. If he were to tend toward a joint venture, they could likely put an end to this madness quickly before more complex issues would emerge such as their diverging ideals and odd balls like the Goa'Uld.

'Ruiko. Choose your path wisely. A lot more is at stake than your attempts to surpass your peers. The allies you make will determine your place in the world as of now.'

It told the girl via telepathy, the Ethereal's power being strong enough to prevent Nova from hacking into it. It gave the girl a fair warning, as it did with any individual it crossed in the Multiverse. A strange contrast to what it was when it invaded Earth, but upon understanding humans and discovering Arcadia, it clearly understood the importance of avoiding violence when completely unnecessary.

"Conablum. What is this form? What do you require?"

Cyano smirked to herself. The stick didn't have a clue. Well, as he walked out he would see that the number of Kolons around had grown. And was still growing. At least 50 Kolons stood outside the palace, playing various games, building things, and performing tasks not uncommon to human toddlers, all to a soundtrack of screams of agony coming from apocalypses victims. No doubt the ethereal would be dumbstruck. And Cyano would take advantage of this.



Cyano wouldn't start out with any weapons, instead letting the strength of the android body do the work. She would start with a swift kick at the ethereal back, if it hit, it would no doubt send the ethereal flying. But she wasn't about to let him go that easily. Before he could go flying, she would grab ahold of his robes, and using the momentum applied to the ethereal from the kick, would pull him backwards, slamming him into the wall of the hut outside. Somehow even in a artificial body, the ethereal would see a fire in her eyes. His head on a platter, reflected back at him.

Regardless on whether her attacks connected or not, Cyano would answer the ethereals question. Even if she was about to destroy him, doesn't mean she needed to be rude about it.

"This form. Oh, it's the form that's going to show you why you don't cross me"

In the Android body, Cyanos voice sounded much deeper and much more intimidating. Unnerving even. Especially with how... calm it sounded, yet the ethereal could still hear the scorching anger hidden behind the mask of calm. He should have known better then to treat Cyano like she was just an agent. A resource. But he had, and he had interrupted her. So perhaps now it was time he became the resource.

@Pirouette

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"Carrier True Judgement online." Fleet Admiral-Captain Jai'Tu Ta'Tis stirred from unconsciousness, pounding headache awakening him to a whole new world. He blinked twice, groaning in pain. The light of the bridge blinded him, the sounds of activating machines and waking bridge crew welcoming him. The Tar'lik was sat upon his command chair, a golden throne emblazoned with insignia and medals. He massaged his temples with his paws, the ancient command chair finally waking from deactivation.

Jai'Tu reached out with his sensory fur to the front bridge Digital Relaying Screen, seeing a lush and green planet below them. His jaw dropped. Thousands of thoughts ran through his head, outcomes and possibilities drawn and erased in his mind. He turned to the nearest crew member, a waking Krieg crew member shaking his head.

'Captain.' The Krieg swivelled around, looking for the voice inside his head. He eventually looked towards Jai'Tu, ready for any orders.

'Would you kindly check what planet we were heading towards?' The Krieg typed a command on his terminal before sending a hologram of a desolate and barren planet to his console. It didn't even take a second for the Admiral to deduce that something was wrong. He flicked to the floating hologram on his right, moving to the front of his vision.

It showed the entire map of the Milky Way Galaxy. He sent an order to a Navigations crew member to pinpoint where they were. Navigations gave 'Nowhere in the galaxy'. Jai'Tu sensed out of the bridge, checking for any injuries or casualties in the Carrier. He then reached out towards any ships, feeling the comfort of every ship in the entire Home Fleet.

The Admiral felt a pull back to his original body, the strain of sensing out too much for his old body. 'No matter' he thought 'I have all the evidence and information I need.' He began waking everyone on the ship with a psychic jolt, just to wake their senses so they could, for a lack of a better word, listen to what Jai'Tu was sending. He began contacting the several captains, waking them so they could inform their crew members. Those who were not Tar'Lik just had to signal the sirens to awaken the crew from their slumber.

'Countrymen, we are in a strange situation. If you do not remember, we were arriving to our destination, Jarraxus V, to help our brother and sisters against the Templares threat. Unfortunately, we have not arrived.' Jai'Tu felt confusion amongst the fleet as he relayed the message. 'There seems to be some kind of Flipshot anomaly. We have been transported to a whole new part of the universe, we may not be in the same universe at all. Though this sad news effects us all, I ask you to stay strong. We are finding ways to deal with the situation. For now, we may be able to settle on the planet below. I have run diagnostics and it is habitable. For any questions, relay it to your Captain and they shall send it to me. Long live the Democracies.'

There was silence during the speech before a bombardment of questions were asked between crew members and captains. All of the ships were active, teeming with life and sensors. As Jai'Tu swam through the ocean of questions, one piqued his interest. Jane Lyra Abend, seasoned Captain of the Ly'Nus Campaign and known friend of his. As the Captain of the Dreadnought Final Frontier, she was known across the cosmos for her exploration of the Nylus Nebula and the Lying Stars.

'Admiral, my ship detects multiple signatures on the other side of the planet. They seem to be landing on this planet, sir. Best course of action?'

Jai'Tu shifted his jaw, before responding, relaying the conversation with the other Captains. 'Take the Cruisers Benevolent and Paramount as well as Wolf Pack Nine. You will meet these aliens for communication and possible partnership. You will not activate hostilities, they know our fleet size and may have a fleet bigger than ours waiting a light year away. Carrier Justice's Hammer will take Dreadnought Homeward Bound and Wolf Pack Seven to intercept if hostilities do arise. The rest of fleet will wait across the planet and wait for your call. The Democracies light shine on you all.'

The assigned groups left the main fleet, circling around to try and reach the alien fleet. The splinter group, headed by Jane, sped off towards the alien fleet. One Dreadnought, two cruisers and 6 frigates of various classes went to make history.

@Savato@Absolis@Flamelord@SgtEasy@Tyki
[Arcadia-1, New York]
"No, you make foolish mistakes all of your own." Nova sighed. He had no time to deal with an alien superiority complex. Simply keeping the peace with the Eldar had been enough of a hassle, and these Outliners looked like they'd form a similar obstacle. Unfortunately, it seemed he would need to work with these beings for now. "This device is nothing more than a crude attempt at playing God. The waves react uniquely to the brain chemistry of these humans, and unlock their potential as espers. But they do so through brute force. Any power gained from it will be lost in time." He looked over to Ruiko, sensing every living cell in her body at once. "While she appears to be human, her brain is altered from what I would expect. I believe that the Level Upper would be useless for you, or even for me. It's effects apply uniquely to human being from her particular universe, as it is in their brains that the potential to become espers lies."

"Your Envisioning One unleashed one of the most dangerous forces in the galaxy at current into this world. What would you have done if this beast had gotten hold of a Terminal? Learned to use it? Would you have hunted it down, searching a billion worlds just to find where it went? And what would you do when it returned, evolved beyond anything you could hope to contain?" Nova glared at the Ethereal, before sighing. "You believe me to be an inferior mind because of my emotions. I believe you to be an inferior mind because you lack them. My plans do not require you or your organization to become enemies. But know that if you move against me, or attempt to force me to 'fade from this world', I will be forced to take action."

With that, the God Emperor stepped outside the Kolon hut. Before him was a panorama of chaos, a sea of corpses and blood. It seemed he would need to clean up the Ethereal's mess, before he went about cleaning his own. Of course, that was when Cyano decided to attack. Her actions were pointless, and would benefit neither the Ethereal, himself, nor Conablum labs. He could further sense impurity within the being's mechanical mind, anger and frustration overpowering logic and reason. With a gesture, Escher found itself completely unable to move. "You seem convinced that your machine does not have a mind for me to read. Does your world truly define the mind by something as limiting as the body? It seems there is much you do not know about the world." With a second gesture, Nova forced Escher to it's knees. "I could crush your mind right now, and leave you a driveling mess. I would shatter your reasoning, annihilate your personality, and leave you in a vegetable state. You would not die, but all that had defined you would be gone. Erased. Consider this an act of mercy. Reconsider any act of violence in my presence, child, I do not take kindly to foolishness." With that he left Escher, returning full control to Cyano. Now to deal with the greater threat, the being the Ethereal had so foolishly unleashed.

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Doomsday fell down the chasm, his footing breaking away from under him. The creature fell down into the darkness, screeching as it fell. The krogan seemed to have taken Apocalypse down with him with his last move, sacrificing himself to take down the greater threat. But such things were not meant to be, and Apocalypse would not so easily be defeated. As the chasm narrowed, Apocalypse slammed his fist into the rocky side. His claw-like portrusions sliced into it, slowing him down as he fell. He then created a cubbyhole with his fist, allowing him to halt his fall entirely. Grinning, Apocalypse caught the falling Krogan. Suicide was the option of the meek, and it would kill this creature personally. There were few who were willing to face it directly, and had had such effect. In the face of both it's courage and it's willpower, perhaps the sin of it's weakness could be temporarily forgiven. With a swing of it's arm it sent the Krogan flying, before it followed the projectile up the shaft and back to the surface world.

Varhak emerged first, crashing into the ground outside the chasm. He was mostly undamaged, having never hit the ground from his long fall. In a way Apocalypse had saved him, although he had no intention of letting the Krogan live. Apocalypse shot out of the chasm, having jumped from wall to wall in order to propel himself upwards. Stephen would be greeted with a scathing glare as Apocalypse shot past him, not much caring for his attacks as he was moving too fast for the crystalline warrior to react to. He looked over those gathered here to find his next opponent, the being with the most power among all those present. A robotic girl seemed to have shown up, but he was not interested in fighting a mere android. The military forces still stood, agape at his rampage. But he had taken all the fun he could from them. But a new opponent had emerged, a being clad in light and gold. Apocalypse laughed as he landed, knowing this would be his next great opponent. He could sense it's power, and it was intoxicating. A challenge the creature could not refuse.

Apocalypse shot forward, instantly accelerating past the speed of sound. It was moving at nearly mach 2 at this point, almost twice the speed it had possessed when it first came to Arcadia-1. It's fist was extended backwards, readied for a blow that would split the Earth itself. He was filled with anticipation and glee, knowing he faced one of the few real challenges on this world. But all he was met with was a steely gaze and an upraised hand. Or so it had thought, before space seemed to warp around it.

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Apcoalypse emerged, full of wrath and fury. The Emperor merely watched as the creature shot towards him. He raised one hand, and called to him the power of the Warp. He channelled it through his body, the energy of the Realm of Souls. It followed his fingertips, and realized itself, formed by mind and forged by his will. Reality bent and twisted, but it was like dough in his hands. He seemed to perform a brief palm strike at the air, a pushing motion. And even as he did so, Apocalypse simply exploded. Pieces of the creature rained down from above, rain splattering all that had not yet been painted red. So simply did he end Apocalypse's life, with a single rift. With a gesture he called down fire, flames that turned the very air to plasma and the ground to lava. Waves of heat incinerated all unshielded life. Luckily for Ruiko, the Emperor provided her with a shield against these waves of heat. He scorched away the creature's remains, destroying them on an atomic level as he performed impromptu fusion. It was a good thing the yakuza had access to fairly powerful shields, for any being caught outside of those fields would be burnt to a crisp in mere seconds.

Nova turned, sighed, and marched onto the battlefield. His first action was to negate the kolon grenades. Their mutative effects were halted mid-transformation, as he reached out with his powers. He then healed them, manually knitting their flesh back together. He pieced back together their organs and limbs, filled them with additional blood, and purified their body of foreign contaminants. Those who had been near death, and those who had already started changing into Kolons, were simply returned to life. Their bodies pieced together, their form returned to them, their minds reconstructed. It was not within the power of even the God Emperor to return the dead back to life, but he would save every life he could. For he could sense their desperation, and he could feel their pain as his own. All children of man were his children, sheep waiting for the shepherd. Whether they came from his world or another did not matter, whether they had fins or scales did not matter, whether they had psionic capabilities or not did not matter. He would protect all of them, and he would extend his protection to the multiverse itself. This would be his destiny in this grand machine, this would be his battle.

Kula Alexandrite
World: Arcadia-00 - Earth
Location: Coastal Mainland

As he stood thinking, Kula felt a familiar aura from the main island. Even though it was filled with these weird beings he saw earlier, he couldn't waste time after feeling that. "I am honestly sorry, but I must go now.", he said to Agatha and took his glove once again, revealing his nitrogen hand once again. He once again made ice blades under his shoes and started to spread the dust on the water, creating once again a pathway to the main island. But, just like before, he was being chased by those weird laser sharks. He kept creating the ice and sliding through it as fast as he could.

Then, through his mind, he heard a voice. Shit, where did I ended up? And it seems he isn't here... damnit, if I don't find him fast, who knows what the hell happened to him., the voice spoke. And it was very familiar. So familiar that Kula couldn't almost believe on who it was. I cannot absolutely believe he followed me. This is even more troublesome because I do no have any idea of where we are..., he thought while sliding. It wasn't that much of a distance, but it would take some time.

@thewizardguy

Stephen stood ready for apocalypse, his arm blurring and sonic booms coming off the strikes as he made a cross cut along the creature's body, the cells along the cut severed perfectly which would have killed most creatures, yet the one before him was not most creatures. It's skin knit together nearly instantly, the wounds which should have rendered it at least phased did nothing as it simply ran while it healed, going mach two almost immediately, the sheer acceleration rate catching Stephen off guard only for him to lower briefly into a runner's stance before launching himself full tilt at the monstrous being that had shrugged off his blows so easily. While he could catch it easily, the speed at which they were going had given it a considerable head start in the mere seconds it had been given, giving it enough time to easily encroach on the god emperor's domain only for a gout of fire and light to encompass it completely. Like a smite from the heavens the sky seemed to open up to lay fire and raw energy down on the creature, dissolving it at an atomic level and reforming it into a puddle of assorted, raw elements on the floor, the shockwave from the attack creating the only real problem for the crystal-clad warrior as it was strong enough that it completely demolished the remnants of his clothing that had survived the gravity bomb, shielding the wounded krogan from the raw kinetic force as he was launched back, using his blade to catch himself before the heat began to pour out. While thermal energy was easily converted into the mystical energy Stephen's body craved, the sheer amount being presented to him created a rather interesting challenge in terms of developing the proper surface area and storage space to house it. In less than a second, Stephen righted himself on the ground and twisted the hilt of his sword, urging it to expand into a mighty shield, protecting himself and the unconscious krogan as he braced himself. The heat seemed to twist and sink into the shield, the flames seeming to be eaten as though by a beast of infinite appetite, only causing said shield to grow bigger and bigger until it was the size of a small home, Stephen's body sharing the load the energy presented while the kinetic force caused the crystalline structures to take on a surprisingly menacing appearance as it grew.

Once the blast had ended and the personal battles against it lay complete in either victory or defeat, stephen rose with a sigh, his crystals having formed into proper armor (as well as a covering due to the destruction of his clothes) he began to walk over to the god emperor, completely oblivious to the titles and strength this particular individual had before doing something rather ubsurd: flicking his forehead like a parent might a child. "Think before you blast idiot. you nearly killed everyone here, and don't try and write it off as 'oh, this creature had to be destroyed right then and there' NO you're strong enough that you could have transported it elsewhere before blasting it so that no one was put at risk." Stephen yelled, chewing out the closest thing to a god the people gathered there had ever come into contact by before pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He was quite clearly human despite his augments and seemed to remain untainted by the powers of chaos. In fact he appeared to be untainted by most anything really, though he did give of the same strange, heavenly aura the emperor himself exuded, creating a unique dilema where the one that thought himself to be the grandfather of all men was being chewed out by one of his own.

@Archmage MC@Gummi Bunnies@Pirouette@The_written_John


"Don't worry. I'll help you, I've got nothing better to do anyway." Light said, patting Ryu on the shoulder. An idea forming, Light pulled out one of her holes and showed Ryu, allowing Ryu to touch it. "Feels like paper to you huh?" Light said, throwing it on the ground.

As the fighter looks down at this hole, he seemed to be slightly confused at what it is.

"Uhh..." he pauses, "What is it?"

"I use these to travel, and I can cover a lot of distance. I'll be back when I find another ally. If your in trouble, just shoot some energy beam or something into the sky, I'm sure you can do that, right?"

Ryu thought for a quick second. They needed to stay together, but at least she seemed to be knowing what she's up too. WIth a simple shrug, he nods his head.

"Sure. Just be careful and don't get into any trouble."

With that being said, Light gave him and Elsword a wave and a smile, jumped into the hole, and appeared further down the street. The fighter then looks at Elsword.

"Looks like its just you, me and~"

"N- nyaa.... NYAAAAA~!"

Ryu was suddenly interrupted by the awakening of Shin, using his high pitched kitten like voicebox whilst his eyes fluttered open, his thick chunky limbs stretching at either side of Ryu, tightly clutching onto his back with his claws. Thankfully it didn't rip through the fighter's skin, just his clothes, but only a sigh escapes from his mouth. Shin had his head rather comfortably on Ryu's left shoulder, and was currently salivating like a bulldog... gross.

"Shin had the most beautiful of dreams, Nyaaa! Shin ate a lot of food! And then shin ate more! But the best part of shin's dream nya?"

Ryu simply blinks at his question.

"THERE WAS MORE FOOD, MEOW! Mountains! Horse loads! And an actual cooked horse! ... Or was the horse still moving, shin doesn't remember but shin knows there was definately food! And shin loved it! ... Can I have food, meow?"

A groan can then be heard from Ryu.

"How much can you even eat??? You need to loose a little weigh~"

But before he could finish, the sound of starship engines can be heard above the three. Ryu looks up to see a fleet high in the stratosphere with ships clearing the city.

"Take cover!"

Grabbing Elsword and struggling to hold the cat with him, they would take cover behind a building. He didn't know how those ships got to be or if they were friendly or not, but he didn't want to take any chances. Better be safe then have a laser beam punctured in your chest.

"Be safe..." he says to himself on regards to Light.

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@Flamelord@Gummi Bunnies@The_written_John@Pirouette


"That's a bit of a weird question, why are any of us here? I certainly didn't APPEAR here by choice, I suppose you could say I was dragged here, not of my own free will mind you... I'm here like all of you, brought from our original worlds, into this poorly structured patchwork world like a newborn messing with a jigsaw puzzle...! I have no idea where "HERE" is! I've never seen technology like this back where I come from! Steam and metal is as complex as it gets ...! Though I'm inclined to learn all I can from this universe.. it could help me out back in my realm!"

"So you are like us." Gojira-San answers while rubbing her chin lightly, "As for this city... it must be some futuristic world where technology has advanced itself to the max."

Alexander began to follow the kaiju hybrid, walking by her side, and alongside the others accompanying her, he decides to put a little spin on a tale for... added insurance.

"You see, I come from a world, ravaged by... how you say... Morons. A collective of individuals believing in killing people like me, people who crave knowledge, and a brighter more appropriate future! These beasts... eh, no offense are insufferable, always seeking to rip down what ever I try to do, do things which could benefit humanity... Such as extending lifespans, improving the nerves of muscles, and ending all petty war! I could use some help in that regard you know...! After all, If i ended up here, who knows... perhaps those... sad individuals will wind up here, and try to destroy this utopia as well... You should be careful... Especially if any of them are called Zedigai..."

"I can relate to that..." Gojira-San responds, recalling the time where the JSDF countlessly harass her back in her universe and ultimately the events of Arcadia-1, "By the way, I'm Gojira."

But before the either could answer or say anything else, the roar of starships can be heard above them as they begin to clear the city. They seemed not to be hostile, but a scrowl forms on the hybrid's face. She growls as she inspects the fleet and ships.

"Great... now what?"

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@Mtntopview@Eviledd1984@dirty slime


"Not exactly through my own capabilities, Ki- Or rather Queen Ghidorah. I was sent here as part of my mission."

"Queen?" asked Ghidorah-San curiously with a crackle, pretending to be the opposite, "Ha! Don't try and flatter me. You may see the shape and figure of a Queen, but my mind and soul alone is most certainly a King! I have just simply managed to merge myself with one of these... petty humans. How you may ask, I am unsure. But to prove that I am in fact the Ghidorah you know, allow me to show you."

And with that, Ghidorah-San's energy kicks into overdrive, her body gets covered in golden electricity as she begins to change form. Her human skin turns into shiny golden scales, her clothes ripping apart, her chest flattens, her arms merge with her wings growing larger and more menacing, her legs growing bulkier, and even gaining the three heads of dragons, with large horns growing from their heads. When she was finished, one would see the body of a kaiju dragon. Standing around twice as tall as Gigan, this was Ghidorah-San's kaiju form. The all powerful and almighty...



With a laughing crackle, Ghidorah looks at Gigan as he (technically still a she) spreads his wings magnificently.

"And do you NOW?" he booms as his voice will match the one Gigan was most certainly familiar with.

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@Flamelord@Absolis@thewizardguy


Biollante just stood back as she looks upon the fully resurrected Emperor of Mankind. She totally thought he was dead from the blast! The Goa'Uld will not be pleased to hear that he was still alive. But that didn't matter right now. All she could do was watch as the Ethereal and Nova talked to one another, discussing... things. After he left the hut and did something to Cyano, the hybrid approaches the Ethereal cautiously, wondering what they should do now.

"So he still lives..." she says to the alien, "The bombings should've killed the man, though none of the less... he calls himself God and just regenerated himself... What do you want us to do with him?"

@Lmpkio@Archmage MC@Gummi Bunnies@Pirouette@The_written_John

Arcadia 2, Ryu's Group.

Mithias had sensed them approaching, a hodge-podge of different beings, one carrying some sort of large, hungry infant, but each of them had powerful minds, wills, and strong spirits. Not yet revealing himself, he studied them initially, gathering any information he could on their direction, speed, and intent. Were they lost? No... something similar to lost, but not quite. It was enough to spark his curiosity. Perhaps, with any luck, they had seen HER.

One of them, a girl, had some kind of teleportation ability as he quickly realized she could blink over dramatic distances in an instant. It seemed safe, so he decided to start walking out into the open. He bore no weapons and wore only clothing made of cloth and leather and carried a satchel. He looked young, but adult, with yellow eyes that were strangely friendly, and long, black straight hair hung freely and uncut behind him. he was a handsome, somewhat knightly young man.

Out on the road he intended to meet Light first, but suddenly there came an unexpected boom from the sky, as if the air had just shattered above with a sharp and reverberating crack. Mithias felt his heart jump as his adrenaline released, yet he kept himself still, eyes keenly searching to find that black bird icon on the ships above.

The girl seemed to have retreated toward the others, and Mithias realized he was going to have to follow her. He ran, keeping on eye on the ships as they began to release hundreds of smaller units, drones perhaps. Mithias narrowed his eyes. He couldn't sense any intention from soulless machines, but in his experience swarms of drones were never a good thing.

He took off down the road, finally coming within sight of the others and coming to a halt some distance in front of them. He stared at them from out in the open while they huddled behind a building. Only then did Mithias realize Light wasn't with them. The hum of a flying drone was getting closer. What was about to happen?

@lmpkio@mtntopview

The researchers back at the base had done a good job. Tracking the warp signal to its exit point was essentially child's play for them, and allowed someone to follow them. Though they wouldn't know it quite yet, a shadow had tracked the Alliance of conquerors to their new base. And this shadow observed them. Waiting for an opportune time to show himself. Though it seems he wasn't the only arrival. A giant robot had followed them through their warp, and now a monster was here. Thought they weren't of any concern to him.

Slowly, moving from shadow to shadow, he would make his way up to the other conquerors. His approach constantly being planned and calculated. Finally deciding on the best course of action, he made his move.

He would appear, seemingly out of nowhere, in front of the remaining normal sized conquerors. What they would see would be a man in a suit. The exact details of his face would be hidden by a hat.

He would allow the conquerors to speak first. There was no need to be rude here. And no doubt they were used to people showing up very suddenly. Though it was just as likely they would attack him. If so, it wouldn't be incredibly difficult to get away from them.