"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.

There was something to be said about the others, the Fay'Ran Jik Democracies as they called themselves, blind bravado in their last line. Miranda found that a bit endearing as that would be something she'd say personally but it appears she was beat to the punch. Curse those formal guidelines.... Regardless, Miranda still did not want to test that threat anymore than she wanted to harm an apparently peaceful, although maybe a bit aggressive, race.

"Stand down." Miranda finally broke the tense silence that followed the mental message. It was a damn shame that the Advent decided to break off for some petty squabble with rebels in their own universe. Their mental telepathic abilities could prove to be crucial if this uneasy alliance went south. Still, they had to make due with what they had and hopefully it wouldn't come to that. "But keep crews at their stations..." Miranda quickly added looking around the room before cracking a slight grin. "Just in case."

Since they obviously understood their message, Miranda had Cortana issue their response, using only whatever method they understood per Cortana's own estimation.

"Captain Jane Lyra Abend,

It is a pleasure to meet you and your peaceful intentions. I am Fleet Admiral Miranda Keyes speaking for the Birds of Prey Organization. We hail from all walks of life, many from all different universes. We gladly accept your offer of peace and welcome your diplomatic shuttle as the first step to that peace. We send our own to meet your ship halfway to ensure that both sides remain on neutral ground."

Miranda bit her tongue metaphorically as she chose to not to tag in a bit of banter in response to the threat of her own ships being blown apart, but having no idea if Captain Jane had a sense of humor, it was safer to omit that part.

A small shuttle was sent out from the Transcendence carrying Liara T'Soni, an Asari who has sort of become a diplomatic face for the Birds of Prey, and among two other crew, Nova Terra would go just to there in case things didn't go as planned.

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Arguably the most boring part of entering a new universe was the sort of standoff that would happen as the higher ups would dance around finally putting boots on the ground. So if you didn't have the patience to sit through it, you could either complain or sleep. Jessica preferred the latter as there wasn't really anything to look at out at because it would be counter-intuitive to put vulnerable windows for a space-to-atmosphere dropship.

Of course sleep was only a good option if you weren't bothered by someone else. Shortly after Jessica had managed to fall asleep did she get jabbed in the side by another woman. Jessica sighed out of annoyance and looked over to the woman who was seated next to her. Sargent Biloxa was really an unremarkable woman outside of the alien name and snake-like appearance. That sort of thing would surprise you at first but after awhile you just get use to different species but Jessica was mostly thinking about Biloxa's potential. A lot of women in the Birds of Prey were standard soldiers, some had powers, and fewer still could be noted as 'special'. Jessica was someone who could be counted as 'special', and noteworthy enough to have her name and information written down somewhere. Having superhuman abilities justified that, but everyone else on board this dropship were just kind of plain and they knew that.

"What?" Jessica asked sounding annoyed but tried her best to be polite, but it clearly hadn't worked as the snakelike face appeared to snarl. "Something hit ussss.." The snakewoman hissed in Jessica's ear. Jessica pulled her head away, fearful that the other was going to slither her tongue into Jessica's ear.

At first Jessica just wanted to shrug it off but she realized the other woman present were looking at her as if expecting her to go out and investigate the noise. Jessica looked around the cabin of the strapped in woman. "What?" She flung her hands out, "You want me to jump out of this ship and investigate a noise? It was nothin-.." Jessica was interrupted in the middle of her scolding as an alarm flared up and as the rear ramp began to open sucking air out of the cabin. Thankfully everyone was strapped in so they wouldn't be going anywhere but suddenly a large man fell from above, onto the ramp, and climbed in as the ramp screeched to a close behind the man.

"What the fuck?" Jessica blurted out loud as some strange man lay inside the relatively small squad cabin. She took a glance around the room, everyone looked about as apprehensive as her when it came to judging this individual. But what Jessica was concerned about was the fact that it was almost too convenient that the ramp opened and closed for this guy. She shot a glance up towards the pilots and found both were shaking off a sort of disorientation. That was all the proof Jessica needed to make a move.

Jessica unstrapped herself and sprang to her feet. "Nobody move dammit! I got this!" She ordered as she moved quickly over to the man and picked him up by his collar and slammed him up against the interior of the ship. "Who the fuck are you and why the hell did you get on this ship?" Jessica demanded and sounded quite pissed off. If there was one thing she hated, it would be mind control. For years she watched an individual within her own universe control the minds of others and thoroughly ruin their lives. Nothing good ever came of it so when Jessica realized that this guy could do the same thing, it just sort of set something off in her. She hated this guy and didn't even know it.

Jessica wasn't sure what this guy could do outside of mind control and apparently reach a high flying dropship without any aid, but it appeared like Jessica could handle him. He wasn't armed and she was very experienced with mind control at this point, so much so that she had become immune to its powers.

@thewizardguy@Absolis@Tyki@Flamelord

The many strange reptilian creatures began to scramble out of the heap they were left in, and they formed ranks, quickly, but not in as a sign of military might. It was, rather, to quickly discuss what happened, and what their next course of action would be. They spoke in a tongue none but the God Emperor understood, for he could easily read their minds, and discover the meaning of their strange language. They had almost no defense against a being invading their mind, so little it was as if they couldn't tell, nor cared. They worried about food, resources such as fuel and energy. They'd no hope of being rescued, sense by having their ship be destroyed in the first place, they'd no doubt have been labeled failures by their government, and banished. They were now left with nothing, however, they were not victims. Their goal here was to scour the world for life, abduct those that were here, and were to create clones of them, kill the originals, in order to prep the world for invasions. It's just like out of some wacko's conspiracy theory.

However, as Darven poked his head out of his pod, he looked around, and to most he'd give off the feeling of either a dark mage, or some sort of demonologist...well, once again, to everyone but the God Emperor. To the God Emperor, he could tell that Darven..was far worse than that. Darven was a mage of great strength, even if others, even Stephen couldn't feel it. As it seemed, Darven was a being that perverted life itself, warping mind and soul of the creatures he created to his will. He was able to bind a soul to flesh, and create life, and he could warp flesh and soul alike with his powers. He could render a man into nothing more than a worm, given time.
"......I..feel as though one of you is in pain...May I help? I can mend what causes your pain..." Darven says, still hiding in his escape pod, as the Reptilians were all looking towards it, less than pleased with the mage. "...If...someone can make sure I won't be the reptilian's dinner.....that is...." He adds, peaking out of the pod to look at the Reptilians.

@Absolis @supertinyking @thewizardguy @Tyki @Flamelord

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Banha was almost in admiration at Nova's leadership, addressing people he met only hours or, in some cases, minutes before. He nodded at the armour clad man, gesturing to the two Krogans behind him. They were both veterans of multiple campaigns against the Dominion and loyal to him until death. The twins were suited for the job but there were enough veteran soldiers in the group that they wouldn't be missed. As Nova spoke to the group about the dangers of their job, he also thought back to the potentials of the technology he gave them.

The excitable scientist he had melded with moments ago is now sharing all the details to the head of R&D, babbling about science and other things that flew over his head. Whatever the telepath showed to him must've been millennia more advanced than their own, technology that they could previously only have dreamed of. The kind gesture gave the Batarian the confidence that allying with Nova wasn't the worst idea he ever had.

As Banha gazed across the assorted group of people who have supposedly allied with Nova. He had no opinion of the crystal man named Stephen, a valuable asset with powers that seemed to come out of a crappy vid. Ruiko.... he didn't know what the point of Ruiko was. As she was being poked by the admittedly annoying Stephen, he pondered on what kind of strange magic she possessed. He didn't know what to think of the Rivard brothers, Absolis and Saber. Although they seem to befriend the creatures that "friendlified" his men, they seemed alright enough.



'Oh you are fucking kidding me.' Apparently, the world really loved explosions. As he looked up, the fiery explosion seemed to slow down. It seemed like he was on really hardcore drugs. And soon, it all came back to normal. Except there was no explosion in the sky and a writhing pile of reptilian aliens seemed to appear in front of them. A drop pod, at least that's what it looked like, appeared next to them. "Please, Banha. Tell our new guests to behave." Nova seemed strained, holding his head as he massaged a headache

The reptilians formed into a rank and file formation, seemingly discussing what to do next. Banha hesitated to do anything, the possibility for hostilities to arise were high. He clapped his hands twice before whistling the first few seconds of Symphony No. 1 in E-Flat Major, K 16. Multiple medics, mainly Asari and Humans, ran up to his position and halted just behind him. Several Turians and Batarians surrounded them in a protective formation. Meanwhile, the pod opened to reveal a human male hiding in the pod.

When he finished speaking, the Yakuza leader switched between the human and the group of reptilians looking towards him. 'Eating other intelligent species?' His head fringe scrunched up in disgust. 'What kind of sick bastards are these guys?' The Batarian almost had to stop himself from squeezing the trigger on the reptiles and mowing them down. He looked around in their little group, wondering what everyone else was thinking.

@mtntopview@savato@lmpkio

Cyano sat back on her chair as a monitor in front of her played a live feed of grimlock battling a large number of holograms based off of his memories. It didn't seem to be too difficult for the robot. That was good. It was entertaining to watch, though it did need some more spice.

"Hey, the big guy better be done by the time the robots finished with these holograms. Also, I need two more monitors, one hooked to the live security footage of the conference room, and a live feed from keith. Oh, and some popcorn."

Scientists rushed to get Cyano what she had asked for. Within moments she would have the monitors she had asked for, a status report on a special project she had whipped up just for grimlock, and a comically large movie theater bucket of popcorn. On keiths screen, she noticed something interesting. Another robot. It looked to be of a similar make to the one they had captured. Though whether it was friend or foe to him was yet to be seen.

"Good. Alright, this thing. On screen 1. I want the feed hooked to a screen and sent down to our friend in the basement. As for, uh, our guests in the conference room. Well, Jones is back right?"

yes ma'am, he returned from the dead land two hours ago, and immediately returned to work"

"Good. Send him to the conference room. He'll be my representative. Make sure he doesn't mess it up"

With that the scientist left without a word. Meanwhile two other scientists were busy extracting the video feed and loading it onto a projector. Though that wouldn't take them too long. Cyano took the time to look at the progress report. What she saw... didn't exactly please her.

Cyano walked over to the edge of the platform she was on, and overlooked the engineering team that was building something right where grimlock was just barely half an hour ago. Cyano would snatch up a megaphone from a nearby engineer that was supervising the procedure.

"Alright, listen up you dolts. We build the most advanced androids in, and I'll pause for emphasis for some of you too thick to understand this, the multiverse. And your telling me you can't even finish some two bit robot? Either puck up the pace, or face the firing squad."

Cyano finished that up by tossing the megaphone down. It would land on the head of one of the foremen, knocking the person out. It didn't bother Cyano too much, besides the fact that having him lying there in the middle of the floor might slow down production. With a quick signal two scientists would head down to collect gh unconcious man. And with that, Cyano would go back to the monitors to observe and to eat her popcorn.

~-----~



Things didn't seem to be going too well in discussions. It didn't help that keith didn't have a screen to show off their technology. Though... he did have his own weapon.

"Allow me to show you just the sort of thing we specialize in. If I could just..."

Immediately keith would disappear, not even ultron would be able to tell where he was. However within a matter of moments, bowser would feel a sharp pain through one of his spikes. Suddenly, keith would reappear, with the spike...well, spiked, through his dagger. Considering the strength of bowsers spikes, it would be rather impressive.

"Our weapons are nigh indestructible. And sharper then just about anything you could find in the multiverse. We can supply you with multitudes of these for your army"

With that out of the way, keith turned towards bowser and quickly apologized to him before turning back to satsuki.

"I apologize for that, but judging by their strength, I'd say they've been near Immolated multiple times. As such, your healing factor will be enough that it will grow back. Now, about that proposition. I will state that we also have a fleet of expert pilots at our disposal, should you need them."

~-----~

Kula Alexandrite
World: Arcadia-00 - Earth
Location: Ruins of New York

Had arrived at the main island, it was clear that he was right from the beginning. The city was nothing but a desert ruin with nothing but shambles of a seemingly metropolis. No matter where he went, the ground was covered in debris. What kind of catastrophe happened to be able of making this place a gigantic scene of destruction? How did it happen?, many questions started to swirl upon his head. For Kula, the air loomed a creepy atmosphere and he feared for the worst. Even so, he has to find his brother, who arrived here as well. Wielding his rapier in hand, he walked inside the scenery.

Sula Sapphire
World: Arcadia-00 - Earth
Location: Grand Central Station

"God fucking damnit, Flanoir!! Where the hell had you sent us this time?!", he shouted. The station was entirely ruined and he had appeared under the debris. The situation wasn't critical, but he had no idea of where he was, nor where his brother where. And that's what led him to be angry. Darn it, I don't know where the heck I am. And the worst part is that he isn't here! Crap, I have to get out., he thought, going to the exit. As he walked, he felt a familiar aura. ... That's him! And what's more, he isn't away! If I'm quick, I'll be able to get him in no time!, he said, finally relieved. Sula ran towards the exit, dstroying every debris he found in the way.

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The conference wasn't bearing too many fruit, Cyano left with barely any relevant surplus to the current issues, leaving only the pyromaniac Bambietta and the brains of the organization, the Über Ethereal. For a brief moment, all they did was stare at each other, waiting for one of them to say something or for Biollante to suddenly step in. None of those happened and it just got really awkward. Eventually Bambietta would cross her hands behind her neck and make herself comfortable on her seat, legs well straightened on the conference table.

"You know alien, you should consider getting an updated version of Powerpoint. Holograms just don't turn on ladies like they used to."

She mocked the alien, referring to how it failed at getting any of the women's attention in the squad. The overlord couldn't feel anything negative toward this except for the fact that the team was irritatingly difficult to assemble and control. It didn't lose its composure, but it wasn't satisfied at all. Ignoring all the hazards, it would go on into the points they had to urgently tackle so they could have a chance in ending things without too many issues.

"Hmph. In any case, we have three threats identified as of now. The Alliance of Conquerors, the Imperium and the Goa'uld Empire. The first two we have heavy intelligence on, but the latter still remains to be analyzed by Biollante. Nonetheless, we have the edge in terms of position and resources to the bigger of the three. However the heaviest of issues would likely have to be the leader of the Imperium's power, Nova. From what we could gather and observe he appears to ha- ..."

"HEY! Hey, is this things working right?! HEY CAN YOU GUYS HEAR AND SEE ME?!"

Within the hologram before the two executives would be formed a blurry manifestation of a person, or at least their head right down to their shoulders. It was Eto, looking as classy as ever with her barely conscious look and generally laid back demeanor. She wasn't very good with this new technology stuff, but it was made even worse when interdimensional stuff came into play. Waving hello at her subordinates, she'd salute them gracefully.

"Oh hi Bambi and E.T! Oh my it's been so long! I've missed you guys!"

"Eto! Thank GOOOOOD you're here! Can you imagine how bad it is to be alone around this ... guy and some blue haired dyke who is frankly creepier than Gigi?!"

"We have not communicated in less than twelve hours. It is almost flabbergasting to see how much you 'miss' things in such a small scale of time."

They both responded to Eto almost at the same time, making it rather difficult for the already semi-awake superior to get anything. But after a brief and awkward pause, she'd finally get the gist of what they were saying.

"Ermmm ... Yeah no! Don't be like that you two~ Let's all ... Make this fun! ... Wait, you didn't update powerpoint in your super cool hologram thing?!"

"I KNOW RIGHT?! You'd think super advanced aliens would get the use of making some very boring details at least enjoyable to look at?"

The two girls more or less jumped the alien here as it slowly felt a bit exasperated by the intellectual level of the room. Bambietta was recognized as pretty below average in intelligence, but Eto was their commander for a reason, which made things rather strange for the alien. Especially when it witnessed her monstrous tendencies first hand when it took part in her 'recruitment'.

"No matter. We can simplify the data an- ..."

"Oh how about we add like these slide effects when you switch into the different plan suggestions?! How about a siphon effect, man I sure loved those during those big conventions ... Oh sorry! Soooorrrry! Please go on!"

The air headed Eto slapped her hands together and bowed her head in apology to the alien, letting him go on. The Ethereal was more surprised than annoyed when witnessing this, but it talked anyway.

"... And so, we can determine that Nova's capabilities originate from a foreign dimension heavily bound to the dimension his being is currently existing in. Our current hypothesis suggests that such psionic strength may very well be linked to a powerful anomaly within Arcadia that can be caused in any similar universe without specific parameters to directly counter the psionic influence. As such ..."

"Okay, you lost me at foreign dimension. En inglès por favor."

"Yeah can you uhm ... Just make it a bit easier for us peasants, E.T?"

The two women had stared at the alien as it blathered on about what seemed nonsense to them. They weren't very well versed in this whole dimension thing anyway, but the Ethereal found this a little too troublesome for what it was worth. Even a supposed selfless creature such as itself was reaching the limit of its patience.

"Very well ... The Star Child's abilities likely come from another world, and he may access it through means too complicated for you to comprehend. However, you can very well compare this to how Terminals are used. But this is only a hypothesis we have yet to verify."

The girls seemed to understand it a bit more as they nodded when the alien finished. It would then go on.

"As of now, Conablum and the Ethereal Ones are dividing various methods to analyze this phenomenon. Now for the Alliance of Conquerors, thanks to you Eto and our operative in the field, the information regarding the eli- ..."

This time the girls didn't interfere but it would be some scientist walking in, apparently a Conablum labs worker sent to represent Cyano during this conference. Unfortunately for him, the conductor of this meeting had just about enough of interruptions at this point. The instant the man would peak his head into the room, a powerful Psi-lance would completely obliterate his body and scatter remains all over the place.

"Sheesh! That was harsh! He looked tasty! How could you do this to me E.T?!"

Joking around, Eto acted all ditsy by trying to guilt trip the alien. It didn't fall for it, knowing at least a little bit as to how humans, and Eto in this case, tended to behave even if it was always surprised as to how she could act.

"You're lucky it wasn't me, girl. You know what I like to do with them."

Bambietta added, smirking at what just happened but evidently unmoved as to what they had made that poor alien do.

"It appears most details are pointless to announce anyway. Eto, you know all about the Conquerors, Bambietta you have a job assigned, as such we simply wait until they act before the Terminal is complete."

It concluded, the green haired girl in the hologram grinning at the idea of the Conquerors. It was indeed known that she was strongly associated with one of their members before joining the Outliners and was nearly one of the founders of the tyrannical group. As such, the Outliners already had a heavy amount of information of the smaller members of the group. That didn't interest them too much, hence why Keith was actually a thing.

"Kuku~ Arighty guys, I s'pose everything's been said and done! I'll be here in a few hours, to ... Get into the field a bit. I get this feeling that I'll have a date with nostalgia soon enough~"

She chuckled with a sinister aura surrounding her body, a great contrast to her bubbly and silly attitude during the whole interaction. The Hologram would then vanish. The other two would go on to their business, Bambietta hanging around before deciding to leave and supervise the Quincy while the alien remained to observe Grimlock's progress.

@savato

Cyano quietly watched all three screens. Beyond the robot slaughter there wasn't much interesting. Negotiations with the conquerors didn't seem to be going too well, and there was some green girl on the ethereals hologram. Of course, then she saw the door open on the conference room screen. Seems the person had finally arrived. Hopefully he wou- wait. Wait, did he just splat? Yes! That was almost perfect! They even got some guts on the camera. Cyano would wheel her chair over to a console, and press a button. The ethereal and bambietta would hear her voice from some speaker in the room. Though where exactly would be hard to pinpoint.

"Alright, you get points for that ethereal, that guy just spouted blood everywhere! Me and you should head down to the execution range one of these days."

@Pirouette
(Are Liara and Nova Terra also on the shuttle?)

"What the fuck!?"

The first words Mithias heard as the air rushed back into the shuttle bay were of shock and disapproval. He gasped, thankful once again for something so simple as air. It was hard to beleive he had gone over half a century of his existance not needing to breathe. Looking up, he saw a dark-haired, angry, human-looking woman coming at him, and he decided he'd play the role of harmless, recovering invader.

As Jessica picked him up, he was surprised at her strength, but she may have been surprised as his weight. This "man" was solid as a rock, yet warm and moving like flesh. He had no weapons under his clothing, and whatever was in his bag was out of his reach (apparently) on the floor. He put his hands over her wrists, but otherwise didn't struggle. His face was fairly hairless, youthful, with a fair and flawless complexion, but the darkest black eyebrows that each ended in devilish points framed the tops of human-type eyes with bright yellow irises. He blinked innocently, inquizative but strangely unconcerned as he looked at her. She was certain to have seen the tips of fangs just before the closure of those soft pink lips.

"Nrgh..." His feet weren't able to get traction below him, and he hung from Jessica's grip. "You're reaction is understandable, but I mean you no harm. As for how I got into your ship I..." He smiled slightly, self-amused. "I climbed."

Since Jessica didn't seem impressed, he went on. "But truly, I mean you no harm. I am formerly a traveler, but I have claimed residence on this world. Your presence is an invasion, unintentional I am sure, so I came to investigate you directly. It is you who should be telling me what your intentions are."

Mithias waited for the woman to make her decisions about him, and as he did, he found he had some difficulty reading her surface thoughts. He could tell only that she didn't like him, possibly for his being male, but also something about him having obvious psychic abilities. He looked into her eyes with the patience of a long-lived soul. "I know what it is to bear hatred based on past experiences. The only cure for such an affliction is to allow new experiences."

@Lmpkio@Flamelord@Gummi Bunnies

Light - Arcadia 2

After a few moments of looking down at the city from her high up perch on top of some sort of ship, Light realized that unless Ryu did something to get her attention, she had no hope of looking for him. Realizing this, Light decided to look for Gojira instead, at least she was large enough to be spotted easier.

After scanning for a bit, walking forward at times to get a better view, Light spotted Gojira and her group near a cafe getting snacks. Lucky for Light, she was almost directly over them, although she thought it was weird that they were getting bigger. Noticing how weird that was, Light realized that she had walked off the edge of the ship! With a semi irritated look on her face, Light fell, leaving a fairly deep crator when she landed in the size of herself a few meters away from Gojira and Ahsoka.

After complaining to herself for a few moments, Light popped her head out of the hole she made, saying Hi.

@Pirouette

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Diplomat Shakaiya Tar'ti fluttered her white, feathered wings in nervousness. She sat in a military shuttle, shoulder to shoulder with two large Krieg soldiers for protection. She looked almost comically small in her long, flowing diplomatic dress next to the armoured, mask wearing Trench Infantry. The large shuttle was Spartan in decoration, clean and absolutely military. The noble-born Tayt felt uncomfortable in such a set up. The vox let out a small whine before a small and polite voice informed them, "ETA is three minutes, ma'am. Do you need any help?"

Shakaiya stood from her seated position, trying to distract herself from the weight on her shoulders. This was only the second time the Democracies has had a peaceful First Contact and it was on her to keep it that way. She was young and inexperienced but she had natural talent in the field of politics and intrigue. She looked at her appearance in the reflection of the window.

The dress looked heavenly. The material was made from pure white, bulletproof, synthetic silk made in the high class atmoscrapers on the Homeworld, sparkling and glowing white in the light. She wore a simple golden band around her waist, shaping around her figure. Her pale blond hair was put up in tight bun, a few strands of hair touching her calm blue face. Everything about her appearance was modest but showed a hidden wealth and elegance that the Democracies wanted to send. Not too powerful but she wasn't backing down either. The silver necklace on her neck bore personal shielding in case of any hostilities, a hidden handgun strapped to her leg.

"ETA one minute. Prep up, weapons cooled but ready. Operators 1-2 escort Angel-1, operators 3-5 stay hidden. Last minute checks before boarding." Her two bodyguards stood up, black environmental suits covering them from head to toe. One clutched a large BPW assault rifle while the other had a compact SMG held in his hands. Their presence was comforting now that they were nearing the alien shuttle, protection in a strange environment. The sounds of a boarding rang in her ear and she closed her eyes, facing the shuttle door.

Shakaiya composed herself, head held high and lips pursed. 'This is my moment to shine. Bring it on.' She opened her emerald eyes as the shuttle doors opened. She twinkled like a star.

Grimlock let out a final roar as he ripped apart the last of the holograms. Luckily for him, they didn't make much of a mess. It would have been quite the pile of bodies had they been real. However, such carnage was the norm for him, in fact, he didn't even go all out. They simply weren't worth wasting his energy on.

"Need to find way out"

Thinking aloud, he began to walk down the unfamiliar hallway. He didn't even know if there were any exits at all, let alone manage to find one that he could fit through. Of course, he could always just make an exit. Nothing like brute force to rip open walls, doors, buildings, or anything else that stood in his way. This method was tried and true, one he could almost always rely on.

@Absolis

@Flamelord@supertinyking@SgtEasy@Tyki@Absolis
The God Emperor sighed, as he read the minds of these beings. They were weak-willed, malevolent creatures. They could no more be called life than the dirt he stood on, and would be treated as such. He disliked using others as mindless slaves, but it seemed that he would be forced to do so by circumstances. His forces at current were no match for the approaching darkness, he would need all the muscle he could get. Even if the means of acquisition were... questionable.

Of course, the biomancer also had not escaped his attention. While he could sense the nature of his specialization, the art of mutating the flesh was not new to him. Far from the religious zealousness of the Imperium, Nova was a man of science. He was intrigued by the methods used by this individual, and recognized he would form an excellent tool in claiming this world. He was also well aware that he would be rather easy to manipulate, with no mind control needed. "Darven, you may count yourself among our numbers. However, I believe the Yakuza wish to tend to their own wounded. Within this fortress, you will be offered shelter and protection from all foreign forces." Nova made no indication as to what he meant with 'this fortress', but that was to come.

Now, he focused on the lizard forces before him. He fougth through his headache as he reached into each and every one of their minds. In his current state, he would not have been able to perform such a wide-spread mind-control on humans. But these creatures seemed to posses only a fraction of a true 'soul', lacking the free will to reject the orders he placed in their minds. He spoke, and as he did, his words carried an inhuman weight. It was as if his voice shook the very Earth. "You will serve me faithfully, and you will fight for the Imperium with no regard for your lives. From this day on, you live only for me, and for the Imperium of Man." And with those words, he twisted their minds into obediance. He engraved his commands into their souls, knowing that their nature would make them unthinkingly loyal to him. It was merely a matter of changing their goals.

Of course, there was a rather unexpected.... side effect. The Golden Throne had been constructed by Kolon after all, and it was filled with the kinds of quirks any kolon device contained. Even as The Emperor commanded the power of the Warp, it was filtered through the thoughts of a Kolon. And while he was still able to use it for his own goals, this caused several additional effects to manifest. The previously rather intimidating lizardmen seemed to explode in a cloud of smoke. When the coloured smoke cleared moments later, they had transformed into tiny, chibified versions of themselves. Laughing, they raised their weapons in joy. Not only had they been granted the absolute loyalty he had intended to instil, but they would serve him gladly. With unnatural glee, in fact.

Nova took a moment to consider this new discovery, and then discarded it with a sigh. He could work this kink out of his throne in time, but for the time being it didn't seem like it would decrease the throne's function as a weapon for war. More importantly, he would need to construct his fortress once more. And despite being mostly drained, he would be able to do at least this. Raising his hands, he caused the rubble of his original fortress to reform, stone once more assuming the form of walls, dust forming once more into rock. A swirling telekinetic tornado rebuilt the entire fortress from the ground up, as if time itself were reversing. In about a minute, the Imperial Palace stood once more, the Kolon Hut and Synthesizing Table placed neatly in their own little workshop space. He further gave the Kolons an order to reinforce the palace, granting them permission to add any kind of machine to it that they believed would be necessary, provided it contained no AI.

After having completed this, he sighed. "Banha, your scientists may use the Kolon synthesizing table and workshop for their tests, if they're able to figure out how it works. Don't worry about the lizardfolk, they've been made harmless." He gestured in the general direction of Banha. He would also ensure the portals remained open, so that when and if Ruiko made her decision she would be able to join the away crew. "Those going to switzerland, remember not to engage the Daemon." With that, he stood and left. He had spent all the energy he had, and would need to rest. Fortunately, he'd been able to construct a bed for himself.

@SgtEasy@Wraithblade6@Pirouette
More less at the same time as the Tayt diplomat, a strange phenomenon began to manifest near the dropship and the diplomatic vessel. Navigational and communications systems began to fritz, as a sudden turbulence struck the ships. Screens began to flash with static, even as a strange sound could be heard through all coms systems. It was a methodical grinding, like a vast array of gears. Interference would soon make all communication impossible, as all readings began to go completely insane. Even as the crew of both ships were struggling to deal with the strange hazard, a voice would project itself through every speaker it could find. It was a soft voice, speaking with mallign confidence, as calmly as if it was reading the news. "A pathetic display of the inferior psychical race. I am reborn from your fear, and I have come to see your greatest nightmares reborn in this world. The digital world will be mine to mold as I please once I have devoured the data from this dimension."

High in the atmosphere of Arcadia-2, an anomaly would manifest itself. Digital information would begin to take form, manipulating this reality to create a physical form. A blob of formless matter seemed to manifest, before it formed itself into the shape of a long-armed humanoid figure. Colours became clear, and Devimon was fully formed in this reality, in all his evil glory. Devimon looked over the ships of the Democracies and the Dominion, and he simply smiled. Such arrogance in the physical beings. He would devour their data, and he would gain the strength to conquer the Digital World. He would destroy the Chosen Children, and he would prove to Apocalymon that he had always been his master's greatest servant. Of course, it would be then that he would surpass, and devour, Apocalymon himself. He was destined, after all, to be the greatest evil of all time.

Ruiko Saten - Nova's Palace, Arcadia-1

Any worry that Ruiko had about the falling ship was arrested as Nova once again displayed those astounding powers of his, the explosion wiped away like it had never been there and the people on the ship recovered in the process, alive and well. It was so fast one might blink and miss it, and it was once again too impressive to describe, even compared to the gate that he had created earlier.

That left her with a choice, and one that she felt pressing on her mind. Nova wanted her to go to Switzerland, to recover a terminal from a dangerous foe that was apparently there. Apparently it was one that would prove a challenge even for Nova himself, and she shuddered to think of what that meant. It provided a reason for why she took so long to decide, coupled with the events that went on around her.

As Nova found out that his Throne could turn people in Chibis, Ruiko at last reached her decision. "I'll go," she told him, moving to join the others at the entrance to the Eternity Gate. She wanted to prove herself, to finally help others just like she had wanted when she first took the Level Upper. She would not miss this opportunity if she could help it. So she stood poised and altert, ready to go.

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Ahsoka Tano - Eastgate City, Arcadia-2

It wasn't long until the group came to a stop, deciding to take a break. Ahsoka could have walked on for a while longer, but she would rest for the same of the group, who seemed like they needed it. Certainly she could feel that tension in the air, and sense dark tidings in the Force. What they had escaped from, they had not seen the last of it. That much was obvious to tell.

Approached by Gojirah, she nodded in turn. "I do," she confirmed, glancing around. She would definitely make that a priority, since otherwise it seemed like they wouldn't have any money at all. And without that, they would be fairly out of luck, wouldn't they?

She was about to walk off when there was suddenly a loud crash, someone slamming into the ground and making a crater in the process. Yet after a few moments the person revealed herself to be light, and also revealed herself to be perfectly intact, at least by physical appearances. "Are you alright," Ahsoka asked as she walked over. "That looked like quite the fall."

@Lmpkio

Starscream widened an optic as the smaller drones came before their leader. They weren't very impressive. If this was the force that would be sent to topple Megatron, he figured that he would have to do most of the work. Of course, he knew better than to comment on it. Beggars should never really be choosers.

"Finally. Megatron will regret making a fool of me!"

He walked up to the portal with confidence, but paused for a moment in front of it. Who knew where exactly on Cybertron it would take them ... perhaps he should let the pest known as Ultron go first ... Then again, this moment belonged to Starscream! He would not allow anyone to lead him as he regained his glory.

Stepping through the portal, he reappeared back on his home world. It was just as decrepit as ever, with ancient buildings collapsed far off into the distance. From the look of things, they appeared to be in control room of the Decagon. It was a fairly open space, with multiple levels of ancient and unused computer terminals. The room appeared to be very damaged, the results of a fierce battle from long ago.

Quickly making his way towards one of the openings in the side of the structure, He scanned the cityscape for the Autobot's ship. If he remembered correctly, it was located on the outskirts of the city, and it's massive size would make it easy to spot. However, after a few moments, his scanned turned up nothing.

@Gummi Bunnies@Pirouette@The_written_John@wraithblade6


"Excuse me for a moment." Mittias says as he runs and timed a jump that landed him on one of the drone's backs.

Ryu and the others would watch as he would be taken high into the sky, doing a small battle with said drone, and off into the stratosphere. The champion sighs as he signals the others to come with him.

"C'mon guys." he states, "We need to keep moving."

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@Flamelord@Gummi Bunnies@The_written_John@Pirouette


As Gojira-San and the others get snacks and refreshments, it appears as if Light came to say hello, popping out from a whole and landing on the ground, causing a small but deep crater to form. The kaiju-hybrid was quite concerned as she walks over to the site of the crater crash.

"Light?" she calls out, "You alright?"

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@Mtntopview@dirty slime@Absolis


"Grah!" Bowser growls as he can feel one of his spikes being plucked from his shell, "What the hell?!"

Suddenly, keith would reappear, with the spike spiked through his dagger. Considering the strength of Bowser's spikes, it would be rather impressive. Satsuki was rather impressed at this feat.

"Our weapons are nigh indestructible. And sharper then just about anything you could find in the multiverse. We can supply you with multitudes of these for your army."

"Bitch!" Bowser then interrupts, "What was that for?!"

"I apologize for that, but judging by their strength, I'd say they've been near Immolated multiple times. As such, your healing factor will be enough that it will grow back."

King Koopa could only growl and mumble to himself. Keith was right about that. He lost spikes in many battles, including the one with Apocalypse. However, they'd grow back in a day or two, depending on how long it was severed. The man would then turn back to Satsuki.

"Now, about that proposition. I will state that we also have a fleet of expert pilots at our disposal, should you need them."

The Junkestu-wearer smiles at this thought and nods.

"This will be indeed good for our cause." she answers back, "I thank you for your contribution."

"A wise one indeed." Ghidorah would respond as she looks down upon them, "You'll make a fine edition for our Alliance."

Meanwhile, Starscream would be pleasantly surprised as several hulk-buster units will come into view, all possessed by Ultron himself. As the two enter the portal, they then appear onto the world of Cybertron. It was just as decrepit as ever, with ancient buildings collapsed far off into the distance. From the look of things, they appeared to be in control room of the Decagon. It was a fairly open space, with multiple levels of ancient and unused computer terminals. The room appeared to be very damaged, the results of a fierce battle from long ago.

"Cybertron..." says Ultron to himself.

He then faces Starscream as he scans the cityscape for something.

"It appears your looking for something." he says, "What are you looking for?"

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@Flamelord@Absolis@thewizardguy


As Ethereal and Bambietta were talking to Eto, Biollante continues to have the Kolon in her arms as she listens to the conversation at hand. After they finish, she then approaches Ethereal, which in that case the Kolon slightly twitches

"It appears the Kolon is about to wake up." she says, "You want me to interrogate it right?"

@Lmpkio@Flamelord@Gummi Bunnies

Light - Arcadia 2

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I fall like this all the time." Light said, waving away Ahsoka and Gojira's worries with a smile. "So, whats everyone up to? Getting snacks? I could go for something myself." Light said, looking at the cafe. Before she forgot, she explained where she was. "I was just in a cave talking to a giant purple robot with giant metal bugs for lackies. He says he is making a transdimensional portal, and apparently he can make giant robots."

Pulling herself out of the hole, she walked over next to Gojira, digging through her pocket space abscentmindedly looking for money. "You guys are looking for those things, right? Thats what Ryu said, anyway..." She said, pulling and putting away an assortment of items before sighing and pulling her had out of her dress.

@absolis @lmpkio

At Keith's induction into the alliance, Gigan expresses his distaste at the decision by clicking his metallic beak at the representative's direction. He would have been less subtle than that, but decided that it could wait until he had enough pull and trust among the other Conquerors, even though their opinions won't really matter to him in the end; seeing as how they wouldn't live for much longer given the kinds of threats abound in this broken world if the current situation, as unreal as it is despite being in it on the here and now, was to be believed.

His sensors suddenly warning him of a breach in the dimensional sea, Gigan turns towards the gate that Ultron and his robot slaves created for Starscream; the cyborg assassin only had a few seconds to watch them enter the portal before it winked out of existence, but given the level of processing power and clarity his bio-tech brain and optics possess; it was more than enough for Gigan to get a clear picture of just where the two were going to: A technologically advanced control room, with a view to a vast, ruined city; equally advanced, but unlike the ruination here; the damage the futuristic city suffered was much more severe and the architecture was... Distressingly familiar, causing the Cyborg to shudder slightly; reminded of his first day at his new master's home.

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For now, the Dark Outliners were to stay on hold until advancements were finally complete involving their Terminal research and establishment within Arcadia. The Quincies, albeit somewhat archaic in their methods, were doing quite well in spreading their Reishi in various continents, only to create their new 'empire' within the 'shadows' of that world. Thanks to this, the organization could remain as inconspicuous as ever while directly placing themselves in the midst of the chaos. Conablum labs were essentially fusing with the Ethereal workforce to combine various data and achieve faster productivity. Other than that, they simply had to wait, which would leave the prisoner Grimlock to consider his position in this world as of now.

The Ethereal was the dinobot's main audience as of now, observing of what use he could be, but more specifically what potential such a species presented. It was clear as day this thing came from somewhere and there'd be more. All they had to do now would be to retrace his origins in Arcadia and eventually find the right coordinates to enter the universe he was from. They didn't want to invade it, but rather research it and possible expand their own robotic thanks to this advancement. And then Conablum showed herself, congratulating the alien for blasting the scientist to the deadzone. Unimpressed by her remark, the overlord questioned more and more the rationality of Cyano. Sure her resources were great and her intelligence at the peak of what it'd expect, but otherwise she was very much a loose cannon.

"Perhaps selecting a more mentality dampened workforce would be a wiser choice than endless punishment. You humans have this weakness that constantly obstruct progress in which we've remedied a long time ago. It would also be courteous that you ... Arrange the decor and presentation of these labs for our superior's arrival. Surely you've seen how she is. Another social case, much like the general executive force. In any case, you may not meet the Envisioning One as of now, but Eto is a mere echelon under and the immediate replacement in case of the One's absence."

It would inform with its monotone yet overwhelmingly creepy voice, making sure she was well aware of Eto's position regarding them and as a fair warning to her rather eccentric personality. The alien knew clearly well why she'd come, and it wouldn't be for a routine visit in her new labs. She wanted to hunt down some people and see how her new toys fared in the field. In that case, Cyano was the most likely candidate to accompany her on a heated excursion, and depending on the amount of destruction required, she'd also take the initiative to test out Grimlock.

Then came Biollante with the knocked out Kolon. Examining it for a few seconds, an arm-like vector would swiftly snag the cat critter and swiftly pass it to Cyano without even warning her. It could easily deduce that she knew him, mostly because it was friends with Saber, so in conclusion she'd probably be aware of its existence. Considering it was a very peculiar species and most sentient creatures in the labs were human, it'd be sensible to also conclude it came from these very labs.

"Conablum, perhaps you know of this creature? As for you, Biollante. The Goa'uld have recently established contact with our friends in New-York, at least that is the report from your clones. Keep a focused eye on them while preparing for your upcoming mission. Your ... Talents would be perfectly suited for our next Grand Scale Operation. Understood?"

It told the two, giving Biollante a heads up as to what was expected of her in the near future. It was clear that the Ethereal considered her the best tool to inspect Arcadia-2 once they'd break through. The question now was what to bring along in such a mysterious world. It would ponder the idea whilst witnessing progress regarding Grimlock. One thing was for sure however, they were merely hours away from making a huge leap toward their main goal. A goal few were fully aware of.

[h3]Space above Arcadia-2[/h2]

@Pirouette @thewizardguy

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Gunnery Sergeant Kindmann had a pretty good day. Though he was separated from his homeland by some bullshit teleportation and then stuck on a ship that could potentially engage in hostilities, he had a good day. Apart from those two, admittedly life changing events, he had a normal day. Woke up in his room with a "partner" of his (It was still very illegal to engage in these sorts of actions on a military ship but who the fuck cares?) and had come Caf-Cups to wake him up a bit.

Luckily, he wasn't on shift when the teleportation started and was snuggling up with his "partner" rather than sitting in those damn chairs. When he was informed of what happened, Kindmann was a little angered but mostly relieved. He knew that it was almost blasphemy that he thought that but being away from the crime infested streets of Jarraxus V was something to be relieved of. Despite the officer's urging that they all evolved on the same planet, there were still deep connections with your birth planet. They weren't stupid and grouped the gunner crews with what planet you were born on.

The Sergeant currently watched the diplomatic shuttle approach the aliens, sipping on some Caf as his crew worked to check their systems. The gunner crews composed of around ten people with at least five working on the broadsides at all times. They had quite a rivalry with the missile crews, 'Ponces and whiny babies, the lot of 'em' and liked showing off whenever they kill a ship using one of their rounds. The Final Frontier was still an old ship and couldn't use AI for targeting due to problems with the tech.

"Aleina, how's E-3 doing? I remember that there were some reloading issues with it when we departed dock." Kindmann addressed the Tayt, translator releasing a small whine in his ear as it translated the incredibly complex conglomerate of words into the beautiful flowing language the race of vixens had. Though every citizen was expected to at least know a bit of each other's language (damn Tar'Lik and psychic communication skills), they were issued translators to make it easier.

Aleina seemed to snap out of whatever daydream she was in and turned towards him. She blinked at him in confusion before letting out a small "ahh", all to the amusement of her commanding officer. "She's fine, mechanic went void ta' fix the gun. Some shit 'bout debris gettin' stuck up the barrel or somethin'." She responded in her thick Lowborn accent before blinking and face palming.

"I mean, it all operational sir. Would you like me to assist you with anything else, sergeant?" Her voice was different know, having the Highborn accent that all the officers loved to hear. Except for Kindmann of course. He walked over to girl before clipping her in the back in the head, ignoring her protests much to the laughter to the rest of the gunners. He soon joined in when he heard Aleina mumbled quietly "Y'all have the accent, shit dude."

It was then the lights immediately dimmed slightly, the ship shaking like there was tremor. And, as soon as it started, it stopped. The lights came back on and the ship stopped shaking but it lasted long enough for everyone to be wary of it. "Bai'Tik, what the hell was that? Can you check with the bridge?" The burly Tar'Lik nodded before closing his eyes*, fingers on his temples as if to massage the psychic energy out of his mind. Kindmann waited for a few seconds before the quadruped opened it's eyes again. He looked concerned.

'There has been an anomaly near the two diplomatic voidcraft, an entity of unknown origin appeared from the anomaly. It apparently interfered with our navigation and working communication systems and we must rely on the Tar'Lik to navigate and communicate between ships. It is likely that the anomaly was caused by the entity within. Orders are to fire at the entity to give time for fighters to take the shuttles out of there.' Kindmann pondered on the implications of such an entity but threw it away in the farthest corners in his mind to focus on the situation at hand. "What are the aliens doing?"

'It is unknown but we presume that they are doing the same thing we're doing now. I will need to converse with my brothers in what to do. The survival of this ship rests upon us, please excuse me Sergeant.' The Gunnery Sergeant dismissed him with a wave, the patient Tar'Lik bowing his head before exiting the quarters. 'Damn it, the First Contact was going so well!' He sighed exasperatedly before addressing the crew before him.

"Well you heard the man! Get to work on loading those guns and give visual on that bastard before the damn whiner babies!" The previously gawking crew quickly let years of experience take over, fingers dancing over the holo-displays as the gun ports opened, revealing dozen year old Broadside BPW's and SUPRIS guns. They were loaded quickly and targeting systems aimed at the entity, the slow mechanical whine of a charging laser ringing in everyone's ear. "FIRE ALL WEAPONS!"

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Moments Earlier

"Ready battle stations! I want targeting solutions on that bastard yesterday! Scramble fighters and I want an open psychic line with the Coalition! Charge the Tri-Barrelled Beam Gun and get ready to fire at my mark." Captain Jane Lyra Abend commanded with such confidence that many think that she was born a natural leader. A small ding rang in her ear, signifying that communications was open towards the Coalition. There was no time for formalities and the psychic communication was broadcasted to their fleet.

"The Fay'Ran Jik Democracies is ready for a fight but it is up to you whether you would like to aid us in fighting this entity. Our fighters have scrambled and speeding towards their position, they will be much faster in reaching them in that I am confident. We shall send our diplomatic shuttles in the safe zone behind us, in the heart of our fleet." Her face and voice softened, the high pitched whine of the Tri-Barrelled Beam Gun getting louder and louder. "We plead you in aiding us. Nevertheless, may the odds be in your favour this day."

As the psychic link was dropped, the Captain felt the ship begin to lurch. The staggering amount of broadsides were firing in a choir of death, the sounds of screeching missiles, both nuclear and ballistic, adding to the cacophony. The high pitched whine suddenly reached a climax, turning into a deep throbbing sound. The laser didn't need to be pointed directly at the target as long as the targeting solutions worked. The tracking did the rest. "3. 2. 1. OPEN FIRE!"

Three bright orange beams of death sailed through the void, aiming towards the hostile entity. They travelled past the shells, travelling at speeds that could outdo a voidfighter. They were enough to destroy whole cities and scar planets, true weapons of death. Coupled with the deadly nuclear tipped missiles, several Pyro Ballistic Rounds, Tusken Ballistic Rounds and incredible amount of broadside fire, the small fleet was not one to mess with