There was something about the entering a brand new universe for the first time that brought out a very tense atmosphere. There wasn't usually a risk with the process of transferring between universes from a terminal entry point, but there was something to be said about what was on the other side. Was the other in its last breaths, ready to collapse upon itself? Or what if the native population is aggressive and planned an ambush? There were many risks other than just getting 'lost' in the transfer process, so the few moments after entry were the defining moment, the first impression if you will, of a universe. So far all seemed benign.

"Ma'am. We are escaping atmosphere..." One of the officers called out calmly. Miranda didn't respond but watched out the command deck's window as the blue shine eventually faded away to colorless dark void that was space. "...And we are in orbit." The same officer spoke shortly after her initial call-out. For the moment, everyone could breath easy...

"Ma'am!" An officer quickly called out, almost sounding panicked. All attention was focused on her as she hastily reread whatever information was on her console. "New contacts! Sudden arrival!" Miranda only let a second pass without her lead. "How many ships?" Miranda sternly asked as the tense air began forming in the command bridge again. "More than us, Ma'am." The officer responded, sounding surprisingly composed. She flicked across her holoscreen and the information suddenly appeared before Miranda.

Miranda took a minute, studying the foreign fleet for everything she can gather. "I want eyes on. Reconfigure the nearest drones we dispatched from atmosphere to enter orbit and circle around until they can get cams on their fleet. Begin..." Miranda stopped as she watched the pings, corresponding any large enough ships to be noticed, move and adjust. A small group splintered off and it only took a moment to realize they were going to circle the planet. "They're sending an envoy?" Miranda quietly asked herself as she watched the pings move across the screen. "Belay that. I still want drones on their main fleet and their splinter group. Alert all ships and have all crews on standby. Do not engage unless fired upon!" Miranda barked her orders out as the officers of the bridge began scurrying about to make sure all duties were done.

"Cortana." Miranda's volume lowered as she turned to a small console on the armrest of her chair. A blue, feminine figure arose from a small projector. "You called?" The blue digital woman, Cortana, answered. Miranda cracked a small grin. "Do our neighbors have any transponders?" Cortana glanced up towards the ceiling before looking back at Miranda. "I'm picking up nothing. New kids on the block?", Cortana shrugged. "Or trouble." Miranda responded in a hushed tone as to not concern her staff. "Open comms and sweep through all frequencies, languages, and codes. Advise or remind them the code of conduct for inter-universal encounters." Cortana gave Miranda a soft smile before vanishing.

The New Contact Code of Contact was an outline of required proceedings when encountering a possibly new, and uninitiated species to the multi-universal reality. The code was drafted by a few of the more powerful universes, who's society has evolved to a certain level of advancement. Of course it was more like a guideline because the code can't really be enforced because the domain of all universes is infinitely big, but it is enforced by those universes who consistently flow in between each others universe. The most important part of a new contact is trying to relay the message and all 'modern' (whatever your definition of that may be) have a program in place to broadcast a message in every form possible in the event that the two species do not speak the same language. The language barrier is mostly mitigated the Asari interpreter device, which translates all known languages to the same tongue, Common. It does not work on unknown languages, however, but languages aren't that hard to add.

The message, in whatever form the other species could understand, goes as follows.

~Hail ship and crew of the unknown. As per regulation with the Multiple Universal Coalition, all ships must comply with the following in order to be recognized as a legitimate representative of your species:

Ships and fleets must have their regulation issued transponders on at all times. In the event of the transponders deactivation, you must activate it immediately upon comprehending this message. Failure to do so can and will be deemed as deviant behavior and subject to an appropriate response.

In the event that your species is new to realization of a Multi-universal reality and does not have a transponder, a reply to this message must be made at once by any means possible. Failure to do so may result in appropriate defensive measures by a complying fleet.

This message is broadcasted on all frequencies in all languages, codes, and tones.

This message repeats...

The large kolon happily accepted the items that Nova and the other person had given him. With all the materials needed, the large kolon headed back inside of the kolon hut. The other larger kolon had already finished the synthesizing table, and Kolon was busy with the blueprints, and doodling on the side with crayons... wait, where did they get crayons?

Handing the materials to the other large kolon, the large kolon would head back out and start bringing raw materials such as metal and stone in from the debris outside. It wouldn't take the kolon very long, considering just how much debris there was.

As the large kolon brought the other large kolon materials, the other large kolon would dip them in the already melted down concoction of materials. As they became coated with the material, they would gain a golden glow of powerful psionics enhancing power. These pieces would be handed to the four normal kolons, who would add them to a decidedly throne looking construction.

Within a small amount of time, the throne would be finished. It's golden glow would be magnificent, and Nova would be able to tell that it was made with care. It's craftsmanship was unmatched, and it's ability to enhance would be unmistakable. To the point that, even someone with barely noticeable psionics would be elevated to nigh unstoppable power so long as they sat on the throne. The kolons danced up and down in its magnificence, in the glow of their creation. Their joy knew no bounds, it truly was a kolon creation, with all the quirks only a kolon would give such a device.

~-----~



Cyano finally regained control of her motor functions. Somehow Nova had managed to momentarily cut off the link between her organic body and android body. He had said something about minds or whatever. Whatever it was, he was mistaken. Regardless, Cyano would take the time she had whole Nova was distracted to teleport herself back to her organic body. The ethereal had already left, and it was fairly obvious where he had gone.

Back at her makeshift base, Cyano returned her conciousness back to her organic body. She had failed, though, to be honest, killing the ethereal was a bit too much work, now that she thought it through. Oh well. Cyano walked over to her multiversal transporter, and locked on to the ethereals signal, and within a few moments would find herself located directly next to him.

"So, what are we talking about here?"

Cyano asked, as if nothing had happened before. She looked out on the giant robot she had taken down just a little bit ago. It seemed that it had made a full recovery. Minus it's legs and weapons. That was good. Cyano hoped that the robot wouldn't cooperate. It had been quite a while since her torture room had been used, and she had never tortured something quite that big before.

~-----~



Interesting. This person seemed to have befriended Kolon, and quite a few other people. And he didn't seem to be a rude fellow. Perhaps Absolis should introduce himself. Absolis approached the man with confidence, and introduced himself.

"I saw you with Kolon just now. And anyone who is friends with Kolon is fine by me. You can call me Absolis Rivard."

Absolis held his hand out for a handshake, though given Nova was currently preoccupied, it was doubtful Nova would return the gesture. Or notice him at all, though perhaps he could sense some interest in such a powerful person such as Absolis.

@Savato@Absolis

Grimlock continued to thrash at his restraints for a bit before sending glares to the scientists questioning him. So they were likely the leaders of these pests. He let out a deep and angry growl, sending a deadly glare towards the head scientists. He gave about the only answers he would ever give to his captors.

"Crush ... you! Destroy, you!"

He continued to struggle against the restrains holding him back. He would complete that promise, no doubt about it. He would also crush any who got in the way of that goal. No way was he going to bow down to another scientist, nobody controlled him. Any who dared to think such a thought would meet a grisly death by his hands.




@Lmpkio

"Ah, yes." These interruptions were most irritating. One thing after another, it seemed as though the universe itself was out to stop him! Not that he'd let it. Nothing could stop the glory that was Starscream. At least, not for long.

"As I was saying, Megatron has no doubt wasted countless resources on hunting the Autobots. They will be weakened, and doubtful of their pathetic excuse for a leader. All it will take is a show of strength in order to gain their loyalty. Aid me in defeating Megatron, and in turn, I will send some of my subordinates to serve alongside your own forces."

These conquerors were strong. With such a force, he could easily defeat Megatron and take his place. He would be looking forward to the old warmongers face as he snuffed out his spark. Of course, that was only the beginning. Why claim a single army, when he could claim an alliance of armies spanning across multiple universes.

@Pirouette

---

The Dreadnought Final Frontier cruised in the void of space, gun ports closed and appearing to as friendly as possible. It was flanked by the two Cruisers closely while Heavy and Patrol Frigates provided a screen for the bigger ships. Two Light Frigates trailed the envoy, ready to provide sniping support to their comrades. Everyone was tense inside the ships and with good reason. The past millennium has been tough on the Democracies, several galactic spanning wars spawning from first contact with another alien civilisation. Still, there was small undercurrent of excitement for the crews. A new xenos nation that hasn't fired on them yet? The Democracies People always had hope. A giant ding ringed in Jane's ear, notifying her of a message.

~Hail ship and crew of the unknown. As per regulation with the Multiple Universal Coalition, all ships must comply with the following in order to be recognized as a legitimate representative of your species:

Ships and fleets must have their regulation issued transponders on at all times. In the event of the transponders deactivation, you must activate it immediately upon comprehending this message. Failure to do so can and will be deemed as deviant behavior and subject to an appropriate response.

In the event that your species is new to realization of a Multi-universal reality and does not have a transponder, a reply to this message must be made at once by any means possible. Failure to do so may result in appropriate defensive measures by a complying fleet.

This message is broadcasted on all frequencies in all languages, codes, and tones.

This message repeats...

'Multi-universal reality? Transponder? How do they know Frel? Multiple Universal Coalition? The fuck?' Nonetheless, the Tayt captain quickly turned to the nearest comms. officer as the message repeated. "Do we have our receptor array still?" The receptor array was usually the first thing that breaks during a Jump malfunction. They were never made to be strong, most of the nations in their Galaxy had some form of telepathy.

The officer shook his head before responding "It was broken before we were even awake." Jane then looked towards the nearest Tar'Lik, a white furred guard standing on his two hind legs. "Soldier! You read my mind and listen to the message. You will then relay that message to that damn ship over there, okay? Do not screw up!" He nodded with a smile and paused to read her head before sending it, with his mind, towards the ship. He repeated it twice.

"Unknown Ships, we represent the Fay'Ran Jik Democracies. We hail from the Milky Way Galaxy but have not crossed universes before. Do not shoot. I repeat, do not shoot. We are peaceful and mean no harm. We apologise if our form of communication disturbs you in any manner, we do not have the capabilities to respond with our communications array.

This is Captain Jane Lyra Abend speaking for the Fay'Ran Jik Democracies. We hope for peace and prosperity between our two peoples. We extend an offer of sending a diplomatic shuttle to ship to discuss the future, with your permission of course. But if you show any signs of aggression, we will not hesitate to blow your ships apart.

Kind Regards, Captain Jane Lyra Abend."

Saten Ruiko, New York City, Arcadia-1

Still watching, Ruiko couldn't help but be awed by what she saw Nova do, the wide range of powers and abilities that he had. it was obvious that his title was not merely grandstanding on his part, but had every indication of a simple statement of fact. Nothing she had seen before could match this, and the fact that she lived in a place where people had abilities meant that she could appreciate it all the more.

For now she stood silent as Nova went about his business, finishing up with flat out healing people before he turned to the aliens that he had saved. Somehow she was more used to it now, so she didn't comment on it. It would be better for her that way, especially after what she had just witnessed.

Then, a chill ran through her, one of anticipation, as Nova turned to face her, to make good on what he had said that he would do. "If I wanted to be safe I never would have gone to Academy City in the first place," she pointed out. It could never be said that an Esper was safe, even with their powers and abilities. No, she wanted powers so she could do something, and so she could protect herself.

She looked up at him, standing tense as he reached down to touch her forehead. And in that moment she felt....something. It was like someone had looked into her soul, seen past all the lies, the bluffing, the headstrong attitude, down to what was there at the core. and as though all of it could be seen by him. It was a vulnerable experience, one that would have inspired incredible fear, trepidation, and awe, if she had the time to reflect on it. Just what was he, that he could do something like that?

then the pain began. It earned a vocal grunt, tears beading in the corners of her eyes, clenched her fists, grit her teeth. God, it hurt, it hurt as bad as that fight against Mikoto, but he did her best to bear with it. She would not scream, or give in. THis was what she wanted, and she would have it. And she could feel herself then, changing, becoming something...better. No longer would she be a normal human.

Even she had been unaware of how she had levitated, and it was only when she hit the ground again that she snapped out of it, wincing and shaking her head as she recovered. She could feel it, that new sensation inside her that seemed to linger and remain constant, as opposed to how the Level Upper would fade and start to slip away. So with a frown she held her palm out, closed her eyes, and activated her ability. Visible, a twister of air would appear in her palm, cutting into the sky, and earning a smile of awe and delight. This...this was her! For real, and not simply the Level Upper!

She was restored, renewed, and made better than she had been. With a hand resting on her hip, and a grin that was hardly forced, she looked up to Nova once more. "T-Thank you," she told him, a tremble in her tone. "I won't let you down." She would fight, both to uphold her debt, and to protect her world. There was no choice now, but she was fine with that.

---

Ahsoka Tano, Eastgate City, Arcadia-2

"Agreed" Ahsoka replied with a nod as Gojirah advised that they move on. There was no point in sticking around for some ships that obviously weren't hostile, at least as far as she was concerned. It was a mundane enough thing that much of the impact was lost on her, beyond simple impressions, even if for the others it wasn't necessarily true.

With that said she walked on, more interested in seeing what else they would find in this city, especially if they could locate some machines so she could use her credits to get local currency.

@SgtEasy@Tyki@Absolis
There was no need to check on Banha. Nova was well aware what the Batarian's answer was. And the Batarian in question would be well aware that there was no need to answer. They would form the basis, the first to ally with the New Imperium. From here he would extend his conquest, through friendship and force. He had been cast into the chaos of the multiverse, and yet he would take hold of this chaos. He would place himself above it, and he would control it. Battle it. He would forge a new multiverse, one where order rules supreme. He would recreate the multiverse in his image, and it would be glorious.

"Now, we consolidate. There are several in this world who could form valuable allies. There are several allies of mine who have left this world, and whom I wish to retrieve." Nova looked over at Stephen, and smiled. He knew that this man was a valuable asset. Just from the speed he had displayed he would form a powerful ally in battle, and he seemed unintimidated by Nova's power. Those of feeble reasoning were prone to false worship, and foolishness. It was good to find a warrior who knew when to skip the pleasantries. "You're a skilled warrior. I wish to rid this world, and every other, of the darkness that plagues humanity. I cannot read your mind, and as such I can only guess at your motives. But your actions show your concern at the lives of others." He nodded over at the Yakuza, who were recuperating in the distance. "Join me, and you may save many more."

He then continued to further matters. It wasn't in his way to wait for answers. As the perfect human, others tended to be unable to keep up with him, and as such he left them to work through matters at their own pace. It was around this thought that he realized the Golden Throne stood before him, fully completed. It wasn't a perfect replica, of course. There were some parts that even the God Emperor didn't fully understand, and the Kolons had taken some.... artistic licenses. Nova made a point of checking through the kolons' minds for any and all alterations they had made to the Throne's design. However, it seemed to have been completed, at full functionality. To be able to build it so quickly - hell, to build it at all! - was a truly astounding feat. The God Emperor smiled to himself. "I should hire you guys on full-time, if you can produce results like this."

A stranger spoke. Nova had sensed him approach, but had also realized he had no malicious intent. "Your cat creature transformed several beings against their will, erasing their personality and soul in the process. Perhaps you should alter your standards, Absolis." Nova looked over to the strange man. He noticed the stretched-out hand, but had no intention of taking it. "I have employed your creatures, that their intelligence might be turned towards a greater purpose. However, I recommend that you more carefully monitor it's activities in the future. Regardless, I am going to require your assistance. You will tell me everything you know about the Conablum Labs security, and it's offensive capabilities. I understand that killing denizens of your universe is not permanent, which will make taking offensive action far easier." He could of course take such knowledge directly from Absolis' mind. However, his will was strong, and his resistance would most likely shatter his sanity. Physical injuries could be healed, but the mind was much trickier.

Once more Nova walked away, not caring for Absolis' answer. He would speak to Nova, because Nova was his one real shot at destroying Conablum labs, and keeping Cyano in check. And because if he did not, the consequences might spell out doom for untold innocents. Currently it was important he focused on the act of acquiring allies, several of whom's presences he had already sensed. He would also need to retrieve the Terminal the Dark Outliners had taken from him, that he could retrieve his allies. To this goal he intended to use the Golden Throne, and to finish the work he had started over 10.000 years ago. The act that had started this all. Sitting down, he could feel his soul being amplified, absorbing and channeling power from the warp. The Golden Throne could not be moved from the point of it's construction, for it's mere presence weakened the reality around it. were it to be moved, it would tear open this world, and unleash the monsters from the realm beyond. But as a support platform, it functioned excellently.

Despite the Goa'uld's nature as parasitic creatures, they had a sense of self preservation, and could form useful allies in the coming conflict. While usually Nova would place himself above allying with such creatures, the current situation left him a beggar, not a chooser. As such, he contacted the Goa'uld deity directly through his telepathy. "Greetings, Ba'al of the Goa'uld. My name is Nova, Supreme Emperor of Mankind. You have no doubt received my earlier message, and yet you remain on this world. This indicates that you wish to enforce some claim to it. I would advise against it, as any offensive action on this world will result in your people's elimination. You have no doubt seen my supposed death, and know as such that I cannot be killed, and have every intention of controlling this world. Come to the location of my throne, but do so in peace. The fate of your species may defend on it... God." Nova's last statement dripped with sarcasm, which was made abundantly clear through the telepathic communication. Those who would call themselves Gods were fools, obsessed with what little power they held. The rational mind had no place for those who would place themselves above nature.

Meanwhile, he ensured the Kolons did not run amok. While it would have been cruel to control them, he did not wish to have his newly acquired allies turned into cats. As such, he instead provided them with a wealth of knowledge, much like he had done with Banha. No focus on anything in particular, as much of the Imperium's waste disposal as it's planetary defensive measures. The Kolons were creative creatures, delighting in creating scientific breakthroughs of all sorts. Provided with such knowledge, he had no doubt they would unleash a horde of equally strange and devastating machines, some of which might even be of use to him. But more importantly they had no intention of causing harm to others, and as such would most likely not cause any destruction while so occupied.

@Flamelord

Ruiko, mid way through her promise of fealty, found herself poked with a stick on the back of the head. It didn't feel particularly large nor, on the second poke, did it feel like a legitimate stick as it seemed to let out a low, keening sound like a tuning fork which seemed to reverberate through her, as though the sound were tuning to her rather than to the construction of said stick. As the first shiver of strangeness runs along her spine, the third poke comes urging her to look at the origin of such annoyance as, strangely, she couldn't sense anyone behind her.

When she looked around, however, she found stephen holding a crystaline rod of some sort and crouched behind her, the rod dispersing back into his arm before he rests his chin in his hand and ask in a rather even tone "don't suppose there's a clothes shop around here that you know about that isn't destroyed?". While he was a rather bland person outwardly, the fact that she couldn't sense... anything really, no psionic imprint of any kind, no soular radiation, no thermal energy, nothing. At her silence while she contemplates the meaning of such a finding, she finds her forehead poked by said crystaline anomaly

---

Cyano made her appearance not too long after the Ethereal had commenced taking notice of the progress regarding Grimlock. Not even stare, the alien behaved like nothing had happened. The overlord did not deduce any reason for treason, so irrationality was the likely response. And because she built this whole infrastructure on her own with her intelligence, the best conclusion it could come to was the typical feminine hormones capturing her at this specific time of a Gregorian month. Focusing more on the massive robot they had locked in, the creature's response was incoherent to the questions asked, all it seemed to want was to destroy. The alien sighed before turning its back on the bot they had usurped the freedom of.

"How unfortunate, it appears to be absent of advanced intelligence, overwhelmed by a desire to crush anything in its way. But, it does not leave it devoid of use. The Front lines could use such a mindless creature."

It mused out loud for Cyano to hear before proceeding to the hallway behind them. They'd eventually cross the Conference room in which the alien leader selected as the most efficient place to conduct a recap of the recent events. Once the sliding door opened, a little surprise awaited them, a surprised dressed almost entirely in white with only a pink heart on her belt. White boots on the oval table and sitting a little too comfortably on one of the many chairs surrounding it.

"Yo Alien, miss me?"

The Ethereal simply entered, the 'surprise' didn't affect it in the very least. Bambietta's return was planned anything, but it had not warned anyone that she'd be around for this meeting.

"Our presence in Arcadia did not surpass more than two hours, Basterbine."

It responded directly to her rather trivial question, in which she fluidly replied.

"Hey, love you too. So where's Sam and that Flower? Shouldn't they be around? I mean you've brought Blue Hair Dyko here, so I'm guessing we're bringing the entire Lab's staff? Maybe all your alien cousins too?"

Once again, the Ethereal simply shrugged off her human need to assert herself as the dominatrix she tried to appear as. Of course, it understood her psyche enough to know exactly why she behaved in such a manner. It wasn't a pleasant concept to explore. Bambietta would consistently give an ongoing provocative stare to Cyano after referring to her as 'Blue Hair Dyko', just begging to start a fight with the woman who owned the place. The alien saw it coming, but as long as none of the two died, it didn't matter. Funnily enough, if Biollante were to join there, the Outliners would display their highly feminine team of caretakers at its current fullest.

A hologram manifested in the center of the table, displaying various sources of information concerning Arcadia and what they have recently gathered. It also showed the rapidly expanding Reishi base the Quincies were constructing within the 'Shadows' of Arcadia. Essentially forming a pocket dimension that is so closely connected to the world of Arcadia that they could not only observe what surrounded them in the 'real' counterpart but could also have the entire structure of the base usurp any infrastructure is would be built under. They could also see various hot spots such as New York being the area for the Imperium and California for the Conquerors. The entirety of Venezuela was covered for the Goa'uld because of their massive expansion.

"Biollante will likely be joining us soon to expose her report on the Goa'uld empire. As for Samuel Rodriguez, he has been tasked as an operative for now, his presence is not required unlike Conablum's."

It finally responded to the sadistic female before opening up a rather large file containing information on the Imperium and what they've gathered concerning the special Terminal leading to Arcadia-2, its links with Nova's followers that went there.

"As the two of you may have noticed, the organization referring itself as The Imperium, led by the entity known as Nova, has manifested its intents and despite preliminary observations, has not abandoned its goals. Not only that, but they seem to be developing at an alarming rate, at the point where The Envisioning One is considering stepping in. Luckily, we've managed to grab a hold of a tool that likely every towering entity hungers for: The Terminal Station."

With that announcement, the image of the extracted room where the Terminal Train he be used popped up and rotated on the table. Various pieces of data popped out of the scroll over it, revealing each second new data acquired by the research teams assigned to it.

"By discovering how it works, we may be able to break through the mysteries behind this anomaly that is Arcadia and possibly reach the control we desire on who or what enters the Multiverse. Of course, this is what we wish, but the possibilities are endless. The biggest probability would be to encounter a similar Arcadia with differences in outcome, most likely a world that hasn't been wiped out by powerful entities and left forsaken. If so finding the anomalies would be harder, but nonetheless possible. And because of the Star Child's belligerent nature, we may very well turn the tables on the resource hoarding Imprium. The Conquerors are likely gaining numbers as well, but they're currently weakened an vulnerable, leaving them as less likely to strike, for now."

It briefed, giving the big details to the group, though they had free access to the information anyway, they were here to discuss what could be done once certain things were complete.

"Yeah okay, thanks. So before you ask anything of me, no we haven't had any issues. Key points in Europe and Asia have been covered, the Americas remain, which is where it is relevant I guess. My boys can handle it, so I can finally get to some ass kicking, no more bullshit, alright?"

She'd give her two cents. Bambietta wasn't smart, at all, but she was likely the most lethal of the known Outliners. A ruthless fighter that didn't take shit lightly. Her ability to convert anything into a bomb made her the powerful destroyer in case of an assault, after all.

"Thank you, Basterbine. Conablum, we await your 'Keith' report as well as your analysis. You have the stage, unless our friend Biollante decides to interject."

@savato@mtntopview@lmpkio

The ethereal openly mused on the robots situation. It seemed it didn't want to cooperate. Not that that mattered much, Cyano had ways. But she would have to worry about that later. For now, the ethereal was headed to a conference room, so she followed it.

As the sliding door opened, Cyano saw her first. There was that one girl that wanted to shoot her. Cyano had been wondering when she would pop up again. She had a bone or two to pick with her later. For now she would sit through the insults and the annoying voice and wait.

Cyano sat through the ethereals little briefing. The extraction of the terminal, Nova, all of the little details. It was quite boring. Minus that part of a new universe. That seemed interesting. No doubt PR would want to establish a branch in some Universes with life. They could do whatever they wanted. Cyano had more important details on her mind. Of course then the ethereal directly referred to her, asking her about keith.

"Oh, that. That's going well. Listen, you do your thing. I'm going to go handle some things. Call me when something big happens.

And say please when you do."


Cyano made her exit and headed back over to the robot. She had a good plan in mind. It was obvious that it had sentience, if not sapience. Which meant it had memories. And which meant there was something she could use against it.


Cyano burst through the doors to the lab where the robot was held. Scientists quickly moved from the consoles she was headed towards, already aware of what she wanted. Cyano would enter in a few commands to bring down a large device which would connect itself to grimlock. This device was a memory extractor.

While the memory extractor couldn't bring up exact details. Names, personalities, places for instance. It did bring up a variety of memories on various subjects. Whether they were friends or enemies of the robot was of no consequence. Cyano turned to the scientists and began to give commands to them.

"Alright, you two. Get the chamber warmed up. And you, have engineering send this things ew legs down. Tell them they better get there before he does. And you, take the memories we have. I want facsimiles made. You have... ten minutes. At most."

The scientists hurriedly dashed off to complete the tasks. All the while, Cyano was busy at the computer console. It wouldn't take her very long to do. Within a few minutes grimlock would feel himself being lowered into the depths of the facility. Immediately upon reaching the bottom, he would feel two new legs being attached. They would feel stronger then his last ones, but at the same time he would feel something different about them. The same feeling he would have from the explosives placed inside of him. No doubt he would expect his weapons as well, but none would come.

As soon as the legs connected, the restraints around the robot would release. Giving him free movement. If he were to examine the room, he would be able to tell that he wouldn't be able to break his way out. Though he would also notice a door on the other side of the room. Blast doors to be exact. They would open if he approached them, and if he so chose, he would find on the other side an army of physical holograms, designed from his extracted memories. Conablum labs had not distinguished between friend and foe. So grimlock would be attacked by all of them, all at once. What he would do by this point depended entirely on him.

@thewizardguy@sgteasy

The person didn't return Absolis' gesture. Which was rather rude of him. Even ruser would be that he immediately launched into exposition, without an introduction or otherwise. Mostly about how he employed the kolons. Not a surprise there. Who didn't want to employ the Kolons. What did catch his interest however, was his mentioning of Cyano. At first at least, it was then that he brought up offensive action and mentioned the deadland.

"Well, I don't actually know much about the security there, but more importantly. You seem to know a bit about my world. And if you know about the deadland, you should know that you can't just walk out. It isn't easy. Especially since Cyano found it, you have to fight your way out. Scratch and claw and crawl your way to freedom. If your thinking you can just waltz in and destroy what you like. You're wrong."


Saber was looking through all the blueprints that Kolon had made. It was all very interesting, and included all sorts of things he had never seen before. He might have to borrow some of it later. Especially the blueprint for some kind of special coffee maker. But that could wait. Right outside, he heard a familiar voice. A voice he had heard all his life, the voice of his brother. Saber would quickly run out and greet his brother. No doubt Kolon had brought him here.

"Absolis! What took you so long? Did you get lost again? Or just sidetracked.

Absolis turned away from Nova when his brother came out of the Kolon hut. So this is where he had been hiding. Of course Absolis was happy to see him, but at the same time he was slightly annoyed. It's one thing to run off and not tell anyone, but to run off to a whole other universe? Well that's another thing entirely. As soon as Saber drew close, Absolis would deliver a bop to his head.

"That's for heading off to a whole new plane of existence without me. How did you even get here? You obviously didn't go with Kolon, since he brought me here."

Well, that would be a difficult question for Saber. So he would turn to Nova and change the subject.


"Hm, yes! This is my brother, Absolis. He's a friend of the Kolons, like me. Reat asoured, he's a good person"

Absolis of course, wasn't pleased with Saber dodging the question. But more important matters were at hand. Specifically, Novas methods in taking down Cyano. Absolis did have to admit that he wanted Cyano dead more then anyone else, but collateral damage was no where near worth it.

"I don't mean to offend you, but if you want to lead some kind of attack on Cyano and her labs, I want to talk about your methods. You understand, right? It is my universe after all."

@Absolis@thewizardguy@SgtEasy

Grimlock certainly felt better after his legs were reattached. While it didn't get rid of the different feeling he still had, he at least now felt somewhat more whole. This all reminded him too much of Shockwave, his anger slowly growing over the situation. Nobody could contain him, not without eventually suffering a painful end. As he was released from his restraints, he marched straight towards the center of the chamber. Pausing a moment, he looked around before spotting the door.

Marching right towards the exit, he prepared to kick it down, only for it to open for him. Convenient. At least, until he spotted the army of holograms. Having spotted several enemies among the hoard, he activated his energy sword ... only to find that there was no energy sword for him to activate. He then went to activate his shield, only to find it missing as well. Maybe that was the different feeling he was getting ...

Letting out a ferocious roar as he was swarmed by the holograms, he soon disappeared underneath the hoard of projections. It didn't last long. While he was without his weapons, he was far from harmless. He soon reappeared from underneath the pile, having thrown a couple across the empty test chamber. Autobots and Decepticons alike would soon find themselves on the receiving end of his wrath as he ripped them apart. He didn't even seem to care as one of the holograms he tore apart was of his old team. He knew what these things were. They were nothing but fakes, nuisances sent to annoy him.

ARCADIA-1. Intro, the hero.

Far above, in the skies above New York, a large ship comes into view, large enough to spark interests in all those on the ground there. It was a massive saucer, made from what looks like sleek black tar, the light of the sun reflecting off of the sheen of the craft. It showed no other identifying features, which may bring more worry, why a black disk shaped vessel of such massive proportions has appeared. Others would wonder, who was piloting such a vessel, and what was their intent?

"..Give up, we have you now. You're going to serve us, either willingly, or we'll rip your memories from your dying mind, and place them into a machine..." A strange creature hisses, a reptilian monster, nearly twelve feet tall, clad in armor, and arms. It's eyes were golden, its fangs dripping with a caustic poison, distorting its speech. However, this was not the hero...no, this creature was speaking to the hero of this story.

"..Hmph. Figures. Reptilites. Didn't you learn last time..?" Darven asks, backed into a corner, in his hands two strange beakers, one filled with a green liquid, and the other a strange glowing black liquid, it seeming to extrude darkness. He begins to loosen a grip on both, and the Reptilite leaps at Darven, fangs bared. This, was Darven's chance. Quickly, he tosses both vials into the monster's mouth, while starting to roll out of the way. The creature bites down onto these beakers, shattering them, letting out a horrible scream as it begins to rapidly expand, like a balloon. Darven didn't take the time to look back, quickly running past the expanding creature, darting past tables, and guardsmen, who too were fleeing. Reptilites and humans alike fled, for they knew what would come next. Darven was the first to arrive, at the escape pods, not twenty seconds later, running faster than he had ever done before, his legs aching, but he heeded his pain not. Quickly, he launched most of the pods, saved for one, which he entered. He already sees Reptilites getting close, as he closes the hatch on his pod, and launches it, heading towards the ground below.

Thus huge, tar disk shaped ship suddenly explodes, shrapnel raining down upon the terrain, many empty escape pods crashing into hills, abandoned buildings, and more, but one pod in particular continues to fly along, holding a singular life form, the only survivor of that mysterious ship. He began to pilot his pod, using it's comms system to send out a message. He was stranded, and he knew nothing about where he was, but he knew this place had a breathable atmosphere, and decently strong gravitational pull. He was hoping, no, praying he would be saved by whoever heard his message. Not only was it directly as a radio message, but, as well, via a speaker system inbuilt into the pod, blasting his voice to all those below.
"My name is Darven. I am a human male, asking for assistance. I repeat, I am asking for assistance, for I have been stranded on this world. Please, I ask for help...."

Who would be the first to respond to this call? The radio signal reaches all corners of the planet, and it would repeat...until help..or..someone arrived.

Ruiko Saten, New York City, Arcadia-1

For the moment it seemed that Nova was busy, but Ruiko was fine with that. He would have something for her to do soon enough, and she didn;t mind having some time to get used to her now natural powers, and how strange her body was feeling after he had finished doing....whatever it was that he had done. Forcibly altering her brain chemistry into a new natural state did that.

Suddenly though, she found herself being poked in the back of the head. It almost earned a knee jerk reaction from Aero Hand, which probably would not have been appreciated by the offender even if it didn't do much damage, but she managed to restrain herself. Blasting someone that was one of Nova's allies probably wouldn't be that good of an idea.

Turning, she found the strange man who seemed to manipulate crystal at will, now asking her if she knew where a not-destroyed clothes store was. "No," she replied, shaking her head. "I've never been to New York before. And stop doing that!" That last was in response to having her forehead poked, and the urge to blow him away with Aero Hand was rising. She wouldn't mind the test of her new abilities, if he insisted on annoying her. Even normal, she wouldn't have accepted that without protest.

Before she could do so though, some noise from above attracted her attention, rawing her gaze up to a UFO looking thing just before it exploded. It reignited her old interests, rumors and urban legends and the like, though the explosion was distressing, and worrying. "What was that?" she asked, noting the escape pods and using her powers to bat away any debris that approached her.

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Ba'al and Teal'c, Caracas, Venezuela

Ba'al and Teal'c had been walking along, headed to examine some new construction when Ba'al came up short, the telepathic message from the God-Emperor coming straight into his head like some form of telepathy. He stood motionless, lips curled downwards in annoyance as his First Prime watched him, wonder just what had happened, and why Ba'al had stopped.

"My Lord, are you alright," he asked, once Ba'al had recovered, though he did not resumed walking the way that he had been before.

Ba'al held back a sigh as he nodded. "I'm alright Teal'c. However, it appears that the reports we had of the death of that...'God-Emperor' were a tad exaggerated. He wishes to meet with me, upon threat of wiping out the entire Empire if I do not comply" RThat, of course, was outrageous. No one could destroy the entire Empire, not one that held an entire galaxy. BUt he knew better than to rule such thing an impossibility.

"That is impossible," Teal'c pointed out, not knowing any better. "No single individual wields so much power to destroy an entire race."

That earned something of a sigh, though Ba'al did not disabuse him of the notion. "Of course not. But nonetheless, I cannot ignore him." He was a major player in this world, and would have to be dealt with, sooner or later. It was just a matter of figuring out how to do it. But he would manage it, one way or the other.

Such an answer was accepted by his First Prime, who turned his gaze forward as he walked along with Ba'al. "What will you do?"

A chuckle escaped as Ba'al headed back towards their command center, to plan. "For now, nothing. We will focus on bringing the Ha'tak through, in order to ensure our own defense. Once that has arrived, then we will go meet with our 'God-Eperor'." He was not one to negotiate from a position of weakness if he could help it. Teal'c nodded, and fell silent as he walked along with his Lord.

The God-Emperor would regret underestimating the Goa'uld.

((Collab between Mtntopview and Archmage MC))

@Pirouette@Mtntopview@Lmpkio

Fixing the damage from the power surge was simple enough for Shockwave. Simply replace the scorched parts with undamaged ones, and reconnect it to a more stable power source. Perhaps he should have borrowed an existing power source, rather than make his own. While it would involve risk, it would make the return to his original world arrive much quicker.

Turning around the sound of flapping wings, Shockwave observed his Insecticon minions return. From what he could see, they had taken the initiative to go out and steal a power source to replace the one that had been damaged. Fools! They had risked being discovered by the locals to retrieve something they didn't even know anything about. There was a high possibility that the generator they stole was inadequate for the power demands of the Space Bridge. To add onto their foolishness, it seems as though they had been followed. His large, singular optic focused on the tiny trespasser.

"Master, we bring you a replacement part!"

Resisting the urge to simply blast the Insecticon as it bowed to him, Shockwave instead gestured towards their unwanted guest with his weapon. "Indeed. But you have failed to notice that you have brought along an intruder as well. Terminate it, before it can send out for reinforcements." He turned back to the Space Bridge, ignoring the intruder in order to get back to work.

The two Insecticons noticed their mistake, their fists were clenched in annoyance at the situation. They both let out a fierce roar, both equally determined to make up for their grave mistake. Metal claws slashed into the ground, sending up sparks.

"Well, thats a bit hostile! I guess I can play around." Light said as the insecticon closed the gap. The Insections did manage to have their claw connect with Light, what they didn't expect was for her to pop out of the claw as many mini versions of herself all of them swarming the nearby Insecticon, reforming into a single Light.

She then started to snuggle its head from behind. "Aww... Aren't you just adorable!" Light said, antagonizing it by pinching what she thought were its cheeks. She was more interested in their leader, who had a nifty cylon eye deal going on, but she could play with the bugs for a little while.

The Insecticon growled at the tiny pests antics. His kind were not known for being particularly patient ... or smart. Without thinking, he brought his fist up with the intent of smashing the smaller creature. Unfortunately for himself, he put way too much power into his limb. He felt pain as his fist slammed into his face. He roared in anger at the situation.

Having successfully antagonized the insecticon, Light jumped off its head when she saw its arms were coming up, and sure enough, it hit itself on the head. "Man... These guys are incredibly dumb. And they're your minions? Man... I feel sorry for you." Light said, shaking her head at Shockwave in pity as she rached into her dress. Pulling out a hole, Light popped out above Shockwave, landing on his head. Leaning down to get a close look at his eye, she waved as if into a camera, a large grin on her face. "You look cool. Why fight? Being friends is much better." She said.

Shockwave's optic widened as the creature appeared very close. In fact, it was way too close. He swatted her away from his head before responding to her request.

"Elimination is the most logical option to maintain secrecy." Aiming his cannon towards the tiny toon, it began to release a purple hue from the barrel as charged the weapon. That said, he did have to admit that the Insecticons were not very bright. It was one of the many reasons he would prefer to work with Predacons. They were overall much smarter than the oversized bug clones.

"Secrecy?" Light said, getting up. "Why would you need that?" It was at this time she looked around the area a bit more, noticing a lot of crudely manufactured giant tools that looked very alien. Thinking for a moment, she said. "Wait... Are you some sort of alien supervillain? I mean... thats gotta be the reason! Why else would you use words like illogical and wanna be hidden but be so inefficient at everything. It makes perfect sense!"

Shockwave frowned at the creatures statements. While he was alien, he certainly didn't see himself as a villain. He avoided labels such as hero or villain, simply because they held no value to him. He was a scientist who followed where his curiosity lead him. He would not let morals stand in the way of discovery.

"Your reasoning is hardly logical." he fired off a blast from his arm cannon, sending up debris as it impacted very close to the tiny intruder. He then fired a second time, this one a little further behind. Sometimes he wished he had a second optic. He always had terrible depth perception.

Light sighed at Shockwave. Sure he had a cool design, but he only reaffirmed her suspicions with his poor aim. "So... I take it you don't travel the multiverse at all. Or have been on the internet for any span of time. Or read books or watch movies? Your sorta following all the tropes buddy." She said, shaking her head and laughing to herself as Shockwave missed her with his cannon while she was standing still.

"It really looks like you could use some help. I think your confused." Light said, confused herself on how a giant robot with a massive cannon misses her twice. Pointing at the dazed Insecticons, she said. "I mean, I sorta did confound your henchmen without actually fighting them, so..."

"These units are merely temporary, made in haste to supplement my need for warriors. They are imperfect, which is an issue I intend to rectify with the next batch" The organic child did bring up a logical point though. Perhaps he could use allies ... although there was no logical reason to trust a source he just met.

"Man... You just keep reaffirming the 'supervillain' trope." Light said, shaking her head while laughing. "But thats not much of a problem. I remember this clown guy I met once. He was fun! Then there was this bald guy who really made being a supervillain into a profession and man was he good at it!" Light continued, acting out the people she was talking about including props such as a swivel chair and a few pies she threw at herself.

"So you made these guys? Coolio. So your at least into making life instead of destroying it, so thats cool." Light said, thinking about the situation. "But then what is that ring like thing your making? Some sort of gateway?" Light continued, pointing at the spacebridge.

The tiny organic was likely no threat. Therefore, it no longer required his entire attention. Turning around, Shockwave continued to work on his Space Bridge. He largely ignored the insect as it rambled on about the travels it had made. However, not moments later, it regained his attention by noticing his Space Bridge. He did enjoy telling others about his inventions, and perhaps if he sated it's curiosity it would go away.

"The gateway you speak of is known as a Space Bridge. It is a portal that allows instantaneous travel throughout the universe without use of a large space faring craft. I have recently come to discover that it may also be capable of transporting objects between the Universes. However, this ability remains untested, and I require a functioning Space Bridge to prove my theory."

Grabbing the power source the Insecticons collected, he dragged it towards the portal. Once there, he began to look around for the correct wires he needed to connect it to the Space Bridge. Quickly finding them in the piles of tools and debris around the construction site, he attached the correct power lines to the device that the Insecticons had stolen.

"OH cool! So your making a way to travel the multiverse? And I assume it works for everyone and not just you?" Light said. After a pause, she remembered something. "Hey, that group I was traveling with needs some sort of gateway like that. I'd take them where they wanna go with my holes but those only work for me." Light said, a twinge of sadness on her face knowing that she'd never be able to take even food through her holes. Shame, since she knew of some great food spots she'd love to share with people.

After a little while, Shockwave fiddling around with his new power supply and its wires, Light had an idea, a lightbulb appearing over her head. "So if you need some help with that gateway thingy, I'm sure I can convince my group to help out. They also need some sort of 'allies' or 'army', I can't remember which, or it could be both! But they need something like that, so I'm sure they'll help with that sorta thing too."

"Of course. I have heard of no ill effects from Space Bridge travel" Shockwave responded, still apparently more focused on the project he was working on.

He reached out and grabbed a soldering iron and some spare wire he had prepared earlier, and began to carefully solder the wires into their final positions. He held off on responding to his tiny guest any further, as he was thinking her proposition over. While it would be useful to have more hands, there were numerous possible dilemmas that might be created from allying with this mysterious group.

The logical option was not very clear this time, it would take a bit of thought to decide which was the correct course of action. Perhaps if he played this to his advantage, they could help him keep the Autobots off his back. It also would be nice to no longer hide in the shadows.

"Your proposal seems ... logical" He finished soldering the last of the wires, and turned back to face the much smaller being. "However, I would like to meet with them before any potential alliance is formed."

"Ok, no problem. I'll go find 'em. Don't go anywhere!" Light said with a wave, finding her way out of the maze of tunnels. When she found herself back on the outside, she saw a bunch of airships above the city. "Phew boy... Knew it was too peaceful here." Light said with a shake of her head. "Guess I've gotta find that group." Light said, pulling out a hole. The good news was at least thanks to the airships, she had a good perch to look down on the city.

Appearing on top of the largest ship, Light looked over the side, scanning for the group.

@Gummi bunnies

Ika Musume continued to gnaw on Adds head in her sleep. All the way through Adds portal, and up until he sat down at the computer terminal and mentioned shrimp. As soon as he did that, Ika woke up and jumped over to the freezer unit without a second thought. Upon opening it, she found piles upon piles of shrimp. Raw shrimp, boiled shrimp, fried shrimp, tempura shrimp, shrimp dumplings, shrimp everything!



Ika was in shrimp heaven, and would begin devouring them without a second thought. Somehow, the rapid consumption of shrimp wouldn't make any sort of mess, on her or in the lab. If Add bothered to look, he would no doubt find it hard to not be impressed with the amount of shrimp that she could eat in such a short amount of time.

@Flamelord@Absolis@supertinyking@Tyki
There was no response from the Goa'uld, not that the God Emperor had expected one. If they decided to meet with him, they would know where to find him. If they decided not to, then they would have to knock on their door. Not that that would be a particularly pleasant experience, but he would need to confront every player on this planet in time. Particularly the ones wishing to dominate the world, such as the Goa'uld and the Alliance. But for now there were more important matters to deal with.

"The first thing we must do is consolidate out power within this world." Nova looked around at the forces gathered here. His voice was heavy and carrying, and even those at a distance from his throne could hear him clearly. "In order to recover my former military might, as well as the allies I previously made in this world, I will need the device known as a terminal. While I had previously believed these devices to be nearly unique in nature, I am now able to sense many on this world. Many are as of yet undiscovered, and unguarded. As such they will be easy to recover, and I would request that some of Banha-dono's soldiers acquire these artifacts." Nova was well aware of the Yakuza's eastern inspiraction, and while he questioned the seeming parralels with his own version of Earth, he was able to use this knowledge to gain some insight into the Yakuza's way of life. "I will need a more skilled team of soldiers to recover one terminal in particular, however. This terminal is located in Switzerland, a country in this world that was recently the home of several incredibly powerful evil forces. This includes a Daemon Prince."

Nova gestures, and focuses. Energy concentrates and crackles, and a shifting purple portal opened up. Using the power of the Golden Throne he was able to easily create an Eternity Gate, which would allow his team to move directly to switzerland. He then looked over those at his disposal, and those he had selected for the task would be instantly aware of their designation. He chose Ruiko, Saber, and two of the more veteran Krogan Yakuza. They would be aware of his choice, but it was not an order, and they were able to refuse without any other ever knowing they had done so, besides Nova himself. The mission would be completely voluntary. "There may be a being at the location, one of a power that exceeds even that of the beast I slew. I have sensed the presence of a Daemon Prince, a warp-spawned creature capable of funneling the power of the warp almost as easily as I am able to. Should you encounter this being, you must instantly use the terminal to flee. It's true prey is me, and it will not pursue you to another world. I cannot guarantee that the world the terminal leads you to will not kill you, but I know that any of you who dare face the Daemon will die." Nova lingered for a moment, allowing the danger of this mission to sink in. They were dropping into hostile territory, and might face one of the most powerful and dangerous beings in the entire universe. He would not force anyone to risk their lives for this goal, not when the odds were this grave.

Regardless of the answers, Nova then chose to address Absolis, who had most likely believed he had been forgotten, considering how long it had taken for the Emperor to respond to his query. "Conablum labs have turned the reasonable and logical pursuit of science and understanding to a selfish and sinful gathering of technology, a perverted genius who is too dangerous and too twisted to be allowed to reign freely. I will attempt to save any employees I am able to, but you seem to be under the impression that I intend to perform a peaceful takeover. This is a war, and innocents will be killed. But those that die will at least have a chance to return, and knowing that is a comfort to me." He smiles, before returning to the matter at hand. "Besides, I do not plan to enter her base recklessly. I will need you to tell me of her defences, and capabilities. I will then test her defences, first through deceit, then through force. Of course, my plans may need to alter depending on her actions. Even my vision is clouded under such circumstances."

Of course, it was around then that the UFO appeared, only to explode mere moments later. The Emperor looked upon the explosion, and he could feel a hundred lives on the brink of extinction. Feel their minds and souls moments from being wiped out. And, even as the ship began to collapse in on itself, he cast out his mind and will.

"No."

Time seemed to slow, before coming to a complete halt. The very world slowed to a silent trance, a bubble of absolute stillness that had engulfed the entirety of New York. Stephen alone still moved, his crystals attempting and failing to convert the energies of the warp, lacking the time to do so. The very leaves were suspended in the air, as Nova looked to the sky. And with a breathe, he blew the flames from the ship, and dampened the explosion. And with a gesture, he cleared the debris from the skies, brushing it aside to land in the large uninhabited tracts of land that surrounded the Imperial Palace. And with a gentle caress he pulled down those he had felt, a hundred figures pulled through space and time to his position.

With a sigh and a whisper, time returned once more. But the explosion was gone, cast from the sky. And in front of the God Emperor was a pile of writhing bodies, reptilian creatures attempting to crawl their way out of the tangle of forms they found themselves in, still panicked from the explosion that had nearly claimed their lives. Darven found his escape pod to be on solid ground, the only one to be seen, as all the empty pods had simply been discarded. The Emperor sagged into his chair as he felt the strain on his body, the immense headache that followed the pull on his soul. He had suspended the very laws of physics, in perhaps his greatest display of power yet, possible only because of the power of the Golden Throne. But it was a terrifying display indeed, the power to stop time itself, and with it he had saved nearly the entire reptilian fleet.

"Please, Banha. Tell our new guests to behave. Darven, you are in safe hands. There is no need for violence in my presence." Nova sounded weary, but he would recover in time. "Stephen, you will remain by my side, if you will. I am expecting a rather violent friend to pay a visit, and he will most likely attempt to establish his dominance through force. I would appreciate it if you could assist me in this matter, and perhaps show the refugees the error of their ways if they try to cause a fuss. I will speak to their leader in a moment, when this headache has passed."

@Gummi Bunnies@Pirouette@The_written_John@wraithblade6


"Some number of ships have just arrived to this planet and happen to be at our location. I assume the swarm of drones is an indication that they did not originate from this world and aren't familiar with it. The black symbol on their ship indicates that they are part of a larger group, possibly an empire that could cover an entire planet, a galaxy, or who knows how large. However, they are not currently hostile, nor am I. "

Ryu pauses as he takes another glance at the ships incoming.

"And why are you here?" the champion asks.

I'm here to investigate you, and already I can see that you are not associated with the starships above. I noticed that at least one of you has an incredible power resembling teleportation, although she does not appear to be present with us at this moment. I am a traveler, and learning about such an ability would be potentially useful to me. Are you... all from the same world? And where are you going?"

"Origin worlds no." Ryu answers as he points to Elsword, "But only one of me has been with me ever since we were teleported here... from our previous location. We're trying to... search around, and uh~ gather some help for our cause."

He then pauses.

"And yes. One of our allies... does have portal-creating abilities."

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@Flamelord@Gummi Bunnies@The_written_John@Pirouette


As Gojira-San's group continues to walk down and make a right onto another street, she seems to feel something tough within the air. Yet it didn't exactly come from this universe, no... this was coming from other worlds. Most of those thoughts were evil... the rise of old enemies... the appearance of the new... yet including the retribution of an old friend. The sense was familiar, though unaware to her, she was feeling the retribution of Nova. If only she knew... these "foreseening" thoughts only come into her mind due to her animal-like senses. She then looks up to see the ships above, continue to wondering who they came from. Yet by this time, the group has been walking for some time.

Gojira-San gives the signal for everyone to stop and rest by a cafe.

"Let's rest here." she says as she sits down with a sigh, "I suggest you guys take some refreshments here. We'll continue walking in 15 minutes."

The hybrid then turns to the torgutan jedi.

"You have credits, if I recall?" she asks, "If so, you can find a transfer to change them into this form of currency."

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@Mtntopview@dirty slime@Absolis


"Your situation must be desperate, siding with such... Beings. Especially that stunted mutant with the shell."

"Granted I was thrown out into the vastness of the multiverse alone." answers Ghidorah, "I just happened to stumble upon them and form an alliance of domination. But don't fool them as pity minions. Human or beast, they are formidable advisories to even some of the strongest enemies known. I've seen them fight. After all... our army is already growing..."

"As I was saying, Megatron has no doubt wasted countless resources on hunting the Autobots. They will be weakened, and doubtful of their pathetic excuse for a leader. All it will take is a show of strength in order to gain their loyalty. Aid me in defeating Megatron, and in turn, I will send some of my subordinates to serve alongside your own forces."

Ultron paused for a minute and nods.

"A fair deal." the robot responds with a smile, "But first, allow me to notify Ghidorah first."

He then turns to the kaiju and quickly tells him of the situation at hand.

"Accepted." one of Ghidorah's heads replies in the english language, "While I would be more powerful in shutting the Decepticons down... I figure your skills at technopathy and the commanding of your sentires will suffice."

"They will not fail." the robot replies, "I will create a portal now."

And with that, he extends his right arm out and creates a portal for he, Starscream, and the sentries to come through.

"Sentries." he telepathically commands all of them, "Come to me."

And with that, they automatically come and stand at attention behind him.

"Come." Ultron says to Starscream, "Let's get the throne you ultimately deserve..."

Meanwhile, Satsuki was dealing with the new person who came around.

"Me? You can call me keith. I'm a representative of Arch research industries. My employer has taken... quite an interest in your little club. He sent me to negotiate an aliiance?"

"This is no petty "club"." Satsuki responds coldly, but then slightly warms up, "What do you have?"

"Our resources are quite extensive. Beyond yours in fact. As you can see, we would be quite the addition"

Satsuki paused for a second while rubbing her chin.

"And what do you have?" she then repeats.

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@Flamelord@Absolis@thewizardguy


'Biollante. Watch over this Kolon creature. If you wish, you may join us for we must discuss urgent matters in a few moments.'

Biollante copies as she waits for the little creature to wake up... She usually gets work like this, but then again, she having a good sum of executive power can easily state her thoughts if she wanted too. But alas, she doesn't mind it as of now. Besides... she's been through much worse anyways...

@SgtEasy@Pirouette@lmpkio

Mithias waited. Drones from the Asari Transcendence were still buzzing faintly in the distant sky. Yet the cat-carrying warrior, the warrior armed with the sword, and the cat itself hadn't responded to him. The girl he had initially sought was also entirely missing, and the ex-vampire Mithias began to wonder... who was fucking with the fabric of reality?

His senses weren't able to tell him anything. The small group in front of him read like a time-frozen book whose pages could not be turned, and the drones were merely mindless, soulless machines that his psychic powers had no affect on. Machines... Mithias lifted his chin toward the radiant blue space above Arcadia 2 as his thoughts turned. Surely the space ship that had come so close as to enter the planet's atmosphere above had something to do with this. He'd get up there. He'd be fine as long as he got inside quickly.

Then suddenly, Ryu's voice brought his golden eyes back to the surface. Mithias shifted as he listened. He became aware that all the drones seemed to be returning to their mother ship. So these beings too were outworlders and had some kind of mission together. As much as he would liked to have listened further, he realized he had limited time to exact his impulse plan. "Excuse me for a moment."

Paying attention to the movements of the drones, he ran and timed a jump that landed him on one of the drone's backs. It really didn't seem to react to him, seeing as it was large enough to carry him, and up they went, returning to the ships with the black bird image on their flanks.

Mithias held on tightly. He was strong, far stronger than any average, corrupted human, and he had complete confidence. The wind lessened as they got very very high, and the details of the large space-fairing vessel became to come keenly into view. Clouds now interceded his view of the ground below, a sight that would have scared the hell out of any mortal man, yet he held on, eye on his target.

Then suddenly, the drone stopped and changed direction, obeying new orders that Mithias had no knowledge of. Mithias gasped in shock. The air was getting thin enough already, and yet the drone suddenly shot up higher! It was now flying away from the BoP fleet and toward the blackness of space! As he frantically looked around him, Mithais could see all the drones were now going this way, at an accelerating pace. A sparkle in the distance began to come clear, there was another fleet of ships within his visual range, of course it was extremely far. It was heading toward them, but if it kept going, Mithias knew he'd eventually run out of air and lose consciousness. He had to stop this drone.

Drawing upon his telekinesis, he pushed the drone down, however it still kept flying and fighting to rise against him. This battle went on as they got closer and closer to the strange new fleet, which included the Final Frontier. The air was cold and thin, and Mithias was not at all pleased with his situation, but thankfully, he saw another opportunity.

A small ship, an shuttle of some kind that bore the markings of the red ships, was heading toward him and his drone. This was his chance. Again using his telekinesis, he wrestled the drone's navagation systems and threw himself toward the oncoming shuttle. (Mithias is now on A BoP ship)

A soft thud sounded atop the shuttle much to the confusion of the ambassadors within as the random body of a sky-traveling human intercepted it. Of course the shuttle didn't have a window on top or any of its cameras pointed at itself, so... falling humans was not a logical explanation.

Mithias held on to some of the instruments on the shuttle's roof. Gasping, he was running out of time he could endure this hellish lack of air pressure. Quickly, he invaded the minds of the beings within the shuttle to get the door operation override instructions and then moved himself to the cargo hatch.

A light blinked, alerting the crew that the hatch bay was open mid-flight. It didnt' help that the crew was already on edge. After all, they were about to meet a new species for the first time. What could go wrong?

One of the crew peered through the window of a pressurized door into the cargo bay of the envoy shuttle. The hatch was closing and the bay was beginning to re-pressurize. There was some dude with long black hair on the floor.

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After listening to King Ghidorah's explanation, Gigan merely stared at the dragon in a way that shows quiet understanding; the multiverse was a dangerous place it seems, dangerous enough that even the Sultan of Chaos needed to swallow his pride and ally with lesser beings and even muster an army of thralls! If the Assassin wasn't seeing it happening before him, he would have dismissed such a thing as a mere tall tale weaved by an author that had more imagination than true skill or knowledge.

In any case, Gigan then put his attention back at the new human; disgusting vermin, when there is one, there are at least ten more hiding between the cracks; the filth multiply almost as fast as bacteria! Hearing that he is a representative of some sort of research firm, Gigan let out a mocking chuckle; as if his employers can offer anything that his new master doesn't already possesses... Then again, seeing new technology in action is one of his secondary objectives after all... And besides, better for others to waste their resources than your own!