Cyano noticed that the ethereal didn't seem to be impressed that she had actually complicated it. No matter, it didn't want it. Fine. Never happened. Regardless, she had more important things to do. Such as running final diagnostics on the latest test she had in mind for grimlock. It seemed to be running fine. Using scans from the battle, she had managed to get it to move just like him, S well as make it compatible with his weapons. Though she left shape shifting out. She probably could add it, had she wanted to. But that was a bit more effort then she wanted to expend. The lack of weaponry would be enough of a handicap for the robot. Cyano moved over to the other screen just as the ethereal floated in. Somehow Keith's show of violence had earned the conquerors respect. Not that she expected any less from Keith, he was one of the few people that did meet her expectations on a regular basis. Of course, on that thought the ethereal decided to say something to the effect, that perhaps... He though she was doing something wrong in running her labs. Without turning from her screens, she would respond to him.
"Mentality dampened? Weakness? Let me explain one thing to you right now. What you see as weakness, I see as the thing that keeps my labs working much faster then yours. I mean, your... What? Judging on your wrinkly skin a couple thousand years old. Got a nearly limitless workforce under you. Psychic powers, all sorts of fun stuff, right? Meanwhile we took a little under 150 years collectively to basically be on par, if not surpass you. And technically it's only been twenty, since like, ninety percent of all the advancements that have been made for us, have happened in the twenty years I've owned this place. So... Yeah. Also, 'bout that decor. I honestly couldn't care less. She wants some fancy room or something, we have hotels for that. Or engineers. Tell her she can bully one of them to do it. I'm a bit busy here."
With that she would go back to watching the screens. And eating her popcorn. Very busy indeed... Well, then biollante decided to enter, with the cat thing in her arms. If the ethereal hadn't brought it along, she probably would have shot it by now. She didn't need some kind of cat thing with a hug obse-
"Hey!"
Cyano quickly dropped the cat thing almost as soon as the ethereal shoved it into her arms. She didn't need its friend fur or whatever all over her. Cyano quickly punted the creature across the room, and turned to the ethereal. No doubt the ethereal could tell that having it shoved into her had instantly made her quite upset.
"Of course I know what that thing is. We made it, it failed. Then some imbeciles let it loose. Don't you dare give that thing to me. Go shove it onto some other poor sap and be done with it. I don't care what it can do, we are better off without it."
Cyano pulled out her multi weapon and fired one shot at the ethereal. The shot would fly past the ethereal and dissipate against the far wall. At first it would seem like she had missed, though at this distance it was clear that was a warning shot. A sign to not pull something like that again. Cyano turned back around and messed around with the screens. On the grimlock screen, a game would be pulled up in a small window.
"Now, unless you have something good to say, I suggest you get out of here and go, like, I don't know. Send like, psychic messages to your harem or something creep. I've got important work to do, and I'm not going to be disturbed by a glorified squid in robes."
And important her work was indeed. She had almost reached level 42.
Kolon needed not one word of confirmation more, Nova gave them permission to refine the walls, and refining was what they were going to do. They immediately set to work, the flying Kolons gathering supplies from crashed ships, dead space marine armor, debris not used in rebuilding the walls, all of it. The larger Kolon set to work on the synthesizing table, creating friend gas outside of the friend grenades for use. The normal Kolons began work on strengthening the walls, and Kolon directed it all, while also getting into the work himself. They worked fast, and with amazing skill. Cannons were built and raised, turrets were built, cannons were placed, traps were set outside the walls.
The Kolons began to strengthen the walls, while also adding their own touch. Along the bottom of the walls would be childish crayon scribbles, and along the top of the walls, they would begin to take on a slight pearlish color. The walls by the end of it would be nigh indestructible, standing several feet high, with towers and turrets, cannons placed every ten feet, and all of it would look amazingly adorable and inviting. The crayon scribbles adding a childish touch. The Kolons would them start work on the gates, raising them at three of the four directions out into the ruined city.
With that done, the Kolons would begin work on an electric system, which would connect to a pump that the larger Kolon would connect to the synthesizing tables tank via a large flexible pipe. It would begin to fill the pump with the liquified friend gas that one would find in their friend grenades. They had already connected pipes to the cannons, so they would find it incredibly easy to attach the pump to the cannons. Now if someone were to fire them, they would splurt out a glob of friend gas, that would chibify anyone caught by it. Outside the walls two of the normal Kolons were setting up 5-use friend mines, which would be disguised as the grates found throughout the city, but when stepped on would send out a puff of friend gas.
Finally, the Kolons would turn to the palace. The inside and outside would be at the Kolons every whim. When Nova would wake up, he would find all but his bed transformed. Somehow, the Kolons had gotten hold of flowers, and had generously placed them throughout the place. The walls would be painted, and certain areas would have scribbles. The Kolons would also add their own room. However, rather then beds and cotta, their would be five beds made with a straw like substance. Something all Kolons love to sleep in. A room would be transformed into a library, filled with books Kolon had written, and some that the flying Kolons had found around the city, which came in varying qualities. Of course, anyone that tried to read the books written by Kolon would find themselves unable to understand it, all but simple words like "the" for instance would be incredibly blurry. Some of the, Nova would be able to understand, though they wouldn't tell him anything new, as the only parts he would understand were the parts talking about the base for the new Kolon device, which used some of the technology he had given them. Beyond that, even he would find the words blurred from his understanding. Of course, another room would be converted into a lab for Kolon. And a room nearby converted into a storehouse. The lab would be filled with odd machines, and one bed of straw. While the store room would be filled to the brim already with a variety of machines and weapons, teleporters, stacks of foods that no one would have ever seen before, and hundreds upon hundreds of little plush toys. All of them would be made by a Kolon machine, and more would appear through a slot in the ceiling. Beyond that, rooms would be converted into things such as barracks, dining halls, kitchens, etc. though they would all have little Kolon quirks attached to them, and all would have the adorable look the Kolons had made for the rest of the palace.
Outside the palace, after the flying Kolons had finished their supply run, they would begin digging holes and trenches. They would take various materials from the larger Kolon, who was hard at work at the synthesizing table. What they took first was seeds, and planted them throughout the courtyard of the palace. Grass seed was all it was, though it was Kolon grass seed, so it would grow rather quickly. Before the goa'uld would arrive. The next thing they did was gather water from the city. Or, what little there was. It would still be enough to fill the two trenches they built flanking a dirt path they had set up towards the entrance of the palace, with a small bridge across one of them that was connected to a smaller dirt path that led to the Kolon hut. Though. The water was a bit murky. They would need to purify it, though they would need to do that after everything else was finished. For now they just had to focus on the gardens.
Multiverse in chaos! After the invasion of Arcadia-1's New York City by the hostile Alliance of Conquerers, the surviving protectors/heroes of Nova's "Imperium" flee, thanks to a terminal, into a new and unknown multiverse, known simply as Arcadia-2, and landed in the city of Eastgate. There they met new allies that would help them in their cause to survive and perhaps strike back against the Alliance. Yet they were unaware as tension grew hot as the now "deceased" Apocalypse, who was partially under The Outliners' control, forced them to flee to the west coast of Los Angeles. There the Alliance gained new allies under their cause, with Ultron and his units heading to Cybertron to help Starscream take the rule of Leader and supply the Alliance with fresh troops. The rest are now making a new base of operations in Los Angeles, planning to have their revenge over their newly formed enemies.
Meanwhile, the "Imperium" Heroes, lead by Gojira-San and Ryu, split up into two groups, and had recently encountered two fleets, the Democracies and the Birds of Prey. They were supposed to meet back at a specified time, but with this encounter, it had to be cut to a different time. Spending the nights in random motels, they were able to get mostly out of harms way. Now the two groups were on the move once again, trying to find new allies and hopefully an idea on where they can find another terminal...
Note: Only Cybertron has not experienced this time skip. The rest are already a day forward.
Completing one final scan of the cityscape, Starscream then gave up. Although the Ark was no longer nearby, they were still in enemy territory, and he didn't want to involve the Autobots unless it was unavoidable.
"The Autobot's pathetic ship. It was stationed on the outskirts of the city, under heavy guard by the remainder of their forces. I do not wish to enter a confrontation with them just yet, so it would be advisable to proceed with caution."
Turning back towards his guests, he did have to admit that the Hulkbusters were intimidating. That is, if he weren't much larger than them. He wondered how they would fare against some of Megatron's hardier minions. Regardless, he would have to make to with what he was given.
"Follow me" Walking past the group, he walked up to the service lift that would allow them down. Rather than activate it, he placed a couple DetPacks on the top of it's ceiling, then walked back out. Pressing something on his arm, they detonated, causing the lift to fall down the bottom levels of the building, the ancient metal disintegrating on it's way down.
Walking to the edge of the shaft, he simply jumped down the makeshift tunnel he had created. He would be taking the long way, through what remained of Iacon's highway system. While it would be simpler and easier to fly towards their destination, he was much more visible that way. It was essential that he retained the element of surprise if his plan were to be pulled of successfully. He also didn't wish the Autobots to become involved in his power struggle.
Having spent the night at a motel with Gojira's group, Light was one of the first ones to wake up. Pulling out a media player, Light began to listen to a few songs that it was picking up in this dimension. After cycling through a few, she found one she liked. She walked over to the other group member rooms, knocking on them in a rhythmic manner similar to the song she was listening to, although since it was a rock song, her knocking was very... intense at times.
"C'mon everyone, its the next day! Lets get going!" She said, dancing to the music.
Cyano's reaction was as always, predictable. Always one to pride herself despite the fact that her 'advancements' were null in the eyes of the Multiverse. There'd always be a more advanced nation out there, so it all ended up worthless. Nonetheless, it did prompt a response from her colleague the alien overlord as it held rationality a little more dearly than the woman with the blue hair.
"We've attained eternal life and controlled life as we see fit. After this point, everything stagnates. Hence our endeavor to transcend instead of going for more incremental approaches as you do. We found the Multiverse thanks to this breakthrough."
The following event would be rather humorous, not that the Ethereal was anymore capable of expressing it more than it could care about the woman's pride. But it could easily distinguish funny things and underline how silly they were. In this case, she talked about how great she was in her field, and yet this creature demonstrated intellectual capabilities that made this lab relatively useless if they harnessed all of its power. But in fear that she would actually do something that could damage the Kolon, it would use the same arm-like vectors to snag the beast and pass it back to Biollante. It would then speak once she was done attempting to be sassy to the alien.
"Perhaps some time in the field will make you appreciate the idea of catering to our commander's little needs. At least you will have the chance to observe your new science project in action. Biollante, please do take care of this creature until further notice."
With that said, the alien departed its own to do a bunch of alien stuff no one truly cared about. That mostly involved supervising Arcadia-1 via their concealed satellites and ships. It also coordinated the Quincy base's construction, insuring that no faults were being made and the schedule would be followed with little delay.
After the Timeskip
Arcadia-1's Quincy Pocket Dimension
The Ethereal's work was entering fruition, having used the Kolon and the many resources both its fleet and Conablum labs offered, they managed to build a new version of the Train Terminal they had taken the station. As proud as it was, it wasn't going to part take in any operations relating to these, unfortunately. It was instead directly in the 'Shadows' of Arcadia. The Quincy were using Reishi they gathered from the wasted Siretei they came from to construct many buildings and objects they could use as base without ever being detected by the surface.
The overlord was in a large tower they had built, the biggest one yet in what seemed to be simply a massive city. It was as big as the planet, but it was large, probably nearing country size. But each portion was technically 'under' important parts of the globe. The concept of space was simply different in this dimension. The alien supervised the work while keeping tabs on everything. And then, it tapped on the executive's headsets, giving them the green light to proceed.
"You may commence your operations. All has been cleared."
Through the many discoveries made thanks to Grimlock's body and the recent information gained by a similar entity to it that flew through Arcadia, the research teams would easily pull out the coordinates to Cybertron via a Terminal. There awaited the fearsome warrior known to have led an army of cannibals and finally stood against the overwhelmingly powerful and corrupt crusaders against her kind. Only one being was capable of standing a chance against her, and he was truly an anomaly of his kind. Even for the standards of the Outliners, no even the Multiverse, she was a lethal threat that could take down an array of people. Anyone even near her during her bloodlusts would feel her hunger oozing and attempting to consume people from afar. When Cyano would enter with Grimlock as her new pet to try out, she'd find the commander ... Asleep on a summer chair with a parasol and a newspaper covering her face.
Indeed, the supposed monster of the Dark Outliners was taking a nap right in the middle of the ruined Cybertron where apparently there were still hostile Autobots nearby. Her reasons were unknown, but it happened, right next to where the portal they were using would appear. It didn't help that she still wore her usual green overalls with a white sweater that seemed a little too big for her. Finally, her silly, messy hair put into a bun just to make her appear the least threatening possible. Eventually with their arrival, she'd slowly wake up, letting her paper fly away while she'd set her glasses back straight. Looking around, she'd be visibly unimpressed by the massive Autobot that slowly approached her with evidently hostile intentions given she was kind of an alien in its planet. Hopefully, Grimlock's little 'training' would make him responsive to that.
"Hmmm? *Yawn* Oh hi! You must be the blue haired Cyano! I love your lab, it's sooo clean and neat! Hey wanna take a selfie?"
She'd ask, taking out a camera from under her chair before realizing that was just pushing it, so she'd put it back under there and stood up.
"Ah nah, not the time huh? Well glad to meet you! I'm Eto!"
Eto snagged the woman's hand to shake it. The first thing Cyano would notice would be the gargantuan strength this woman had without trying, a strength that could make her easily rip off the scientist's arm if she were not to use her superhuman strength to resist it in time. But, Eto was quite friendly to her peers, especially those who didn't big mixing organs together with her appendage. She'd then set her hands on her hips before turning toward the horizon before pointing to a very specific direction, given that the Autobot was dealt with by now.
"So there's our target! E.T's scans say there's been Arcadia-like activity over there, and lots of it. Given the sheer numbers flocking and the way they move, I'm going to say ... Ultron! Yep, we gotta hunt down Mister Scrap Metal and probably kidnap him~ You in?"
She'd ask before walking forward toward the many ruins where they'd likely meet one of those Ultron hostiles as well as remaining inhabitants of the area. No matter the outcome, Eto was completely deluded in her thoughts, using a rather silly and child-like gait to get around as she'd write down various ideas she'd get from the environment on her little notebook. It was hard to believe she was one of the Outliner's finest with such a bizarre and somewhat nonchalant behavior.
The Train Terminal the Ethereal had managed to rob the ruined Imperium from had finally allowed Conablum Labs and the alien army to produce a prototype to mimic its effects. A lot of it was thanks to Kolon's ability to be, well, a genius in the field. It took a rather simple form, a large, circular portal with various stabilizers to control the strong amount of energy it produced. There would be a set of stairs before it, similar to Stargate, and Bambietta would be standing at the top, awaiting her partners for the mission. She wore her usual holy soldier-like attire with her officer's hat and cape.
Kolon and Biollante would be her teammates this time around, quite the contrast of personalities really. A sadistic Pyromaniac, a cat version of the carebears and a chronically depressed silent Kaiju. At least they all had their roles, Bambietta being the main muscle, Biollante being the scout who could spread her spores everywhere and Kolon for being friendly to people ... Yeah he's their only hope for recruiting normal personalities really. Luckily the Kolon they brought managed to clone a few, avoiding any risks of losing it entirely.
"C'mon get a move on guys. I fucking swear I'm going to explode me some troops, out of this universe, if you don't activate your behinds."
She'd claim ever so dominantly before the two would finally arrive and they would step into the massive portal that remained active. Bambietta wasn't too sure on how they could return, but the thinking was to be done by Kolon anyway, as instructed by the Ethereal. She didn't feel offended by it, as she was a little to uncaring toward this technical stuff to even mind it. Once through, they would all be blinded by a powerful, bright light before they'd feel a cool breeze of fresh air blow through them, Bambi's cape taking quite a liking to it.
They were on top of a massive skyscraper, one of the bigger ones of the futuristic city in the middle of the day, hence why it was a little cooler. The Quincy would get closer to the edge in order to even get a visual of what this was. She was a bit impressed, never had she seen such a sci-fi like world before, well that wouldn't be entirely accurate, never has she been in this kind of world without having to blow it to kingdom come beforehand.
"Alright you two. I guess we'll have to use this tracker the alien gave us to detect Arcadian activity. Guess it works here too despite it being ... Arcadia. But ehhhhh, it's all shaky, fuck."
Indeed, they were capable of finding individual who were exposed to Arcadia-1's atmosphere as well as their exposure to this very specific type of Terminal, but the issue was that not only were electromagnetic fields strong here, but the people they were searching for were here for more than a day, making it harder to find them. Nonetheless they had other methods, plus the approximate results would at least give a precise direction to look for. They couldn't be that far anyway.
"Yeeeaaaah. Bio-darling, mind keeping an eye out for any assholes were supposed to look for? It kind of sucks here. And YOU! Don't get close to the edge!"
She asked Biollante while warning the Kolon. They had to wait for the Arcadia-2 refugees to actually make a move before they'd have a chance to find anything. For now, Bambi could only admire the view. It got kind of boring after a while.
Much passed in the day since the little creature visited Shockwave's laboratory. He had finished his modifications to the power source the Insecticons brought to him, allowing it to withstand demands much higher than it could otherwise put out. His tinkering proved that it was adequate to power a standard Ground Bridge, but he had yet to test it further. He would not risk damaging the power generator unless he had a replacement on standby. Unfortunately, this would mean he would have to create one from scratch. For that purpose, he sent his two subordinates to locate industrial waste disposal facility to pilfer supplies from.
Meanwhile, he was continuing to tinker with the controls of the portal. While he wanted to tackle trans-mensional travel immediately, he first needed to get the Space Bridge back to a fully operational status. Until the Insecticons returned, he would be forced to work on other projects. It was quite a bothersome inconvenience, but wasting time complaining about it would be illogical.
It was quite some time later that his subordinates returned. By then he had finished calibrating the controls of the Ground Bridge, and had completed some minor improvements to the phase converter. While they had not returned with much, they did bring back a damaged power supply. That particular item was most appreciated, as it took less time to repair a damaged part than it did to rebuild one from scratch.
Working for the remainder of the night, he finally had his backup power source. While it wasn't as powerful as the one currently installed on his portal (probably an older model) it would work as an adequate substitute. He could now focus on getting his Ground Bridge to a Space Bridge status.
Turning to the control panel, he activated the machine. A rumbling sound could be heard as the motors powered the device. Pressing more switches, a greenish sphere began to form in the center of the device. It quickly grew to form a circle, with wisps of energy arcing out at random intervals. Moments later a series of blue circles appeared within the portal, creating what looked like the edging for a tunnel. The portal was short range, incapable of transporting things beyond the distance of the planet's surface. Increasing the power would allow it to transport things beyond the local atmosphere, which would then categorize it as a Space bridge.
As he increased the power level, the portal changed from greenish white to a more bluish hue. The Space bridge worked ... at least for now. He would have to see how long it could maintain the portal. With no warnings appearing on the control panel, it appeared to have worked. With a functioning Space bridge, he could now focus his energy on improving it to allow trans-dimensional travel.
It had been quite the long day in the city that the group had found themselves in. Ahsoka had managed to find one of those machines, and had exchanged her credits for the local currency. Being one of the few people in the group with any significant amount of money (or so it seemed), she had nonetheless been more than willing to help purchase rooms to stay in for the night, to tide them over until they could better settle in here.
After settling in she had taken some time out to meditate, to think on what she had seen and done. There was a Sith Lord back in the world she had come from, and as someone of the Force she had a responsibility to do something about it, even if she wasn't a Jedi anymore. Of course, she could just imagine what Assaj would say about that, but she would have liked to hear it in person. Instead, she could only roll with her own instinct, combined with common sense.
Eventually though she had turned in for a good night's sleep. She didn't need to deal with exhaustion in a situation like this, and it had been a busy day. So she enjoyed her rest, but nonetheless she was awake before the strange rapping on the door hit her room.
Rising to her feet, she strode over to the door and opened it with a smile, revealing Light knocking on everyone's doors. "Good morning," she said to her companion. "Have you had breakfast yet?"
Ruiko Saten, New York City, Arcadia-1
"It's over. I won't let these twisted experiments go on any longer!"
"Mikoto, don't!"
*Crack*booooom
Ruiko's eyes snapped open, heralding a gasp for breath as she sat up. The nightmare lingered in her mind, that blazing cauldron of electricity and metal, the final battle which she had escaped as the artificial espers Dr. Kiyama had made (herself included) tried to hold off the combined forces of Judgment, Anti-Skill, led by Misaka Mikoto herself.
Looking around the room that she was in though, her terror began to fade, her breathing returned to normal, as she remembered where she was. Nova's Palace, resting up after the trying day. When she had found herself here, met aliens, been taken to New York City, and....
Her eyes widened as she grabbed for the nearest pillow, focusing as she applied Aero Hand to it, sending the object flying across the room to hit the wall. A smile blossomed, the girl fighting back tears in the corners of her eyes. It had happened, it was real. Even though the Level Upper had worn off by now, she still had access to her Esper abilities, just like Nova had said he would do. She hadn't been imagining it or been lied to after all.
With that confirmed she rose to her feet, picking up clean clothes from the dresser in the well furbished room (which coincidentally was stocked in clothes she liked to wear. It seemed someone knew her taste). Donning the garb, she headed out with a spring in her step and a hum on her lips, ready to find breakfast, or to find Nova and see what was planned for today.
Ba'al and Teal'c, Caracas, Venezuela
The Jaffa and Tau'ri had done quick work, widening the portal and preparing Caracas. The city was now an armed fortress, equipped with defense turrets, beam weapons, force fields, fighters, traps. If anyone tried to attack the city, they would find it a hard nut to crack. But Ba'al doubted that anyone would be so foolish.
At the moment, most of his attention was on the vessel that he was on. They had finally widened the breach enough to get a Ha'tak through, the large vessel hovering above his base. This would serve as the flagship for his fleet here, and he was confident that it would perform well. After all, it had been extensively modified with his own knowledge and the technology recovered from the various Ancient outposts that he had found, as well as Atlantis. Surrounding it were several Al'kesh, as well as lighter vessels. This was the fleet.
"Are we ready to go," Ba'al asked from his command throne, looking down at Teal'c, who stood at the controls for the Ha'tak. He was confident in his First Prime, and knew he would fly them without issue.
Teal'c nodded. "Yes My Lord," he replied succinctly, confirming the status of the fleet that had been arrayed here. It hardly matched the largest of Ba'al's fleets, but for this simple mission it would do quite nicely. Ba'al was sure of it.
A nod from the Goa'uld then, sitting comfortably in the position that he was currently in. "Very well. Set a course for New York City. Time to meet this 'God-Emperor', and show him the power of a true god." Ba'al was not one to negotiate from a position of weakness, and it would be well worth the wait, as far as he was concerned.
"As you command." With that the vessel set off, Al'kesh flanking and following as it headed north towards New York City. Time for a long delayed meeting.
The first person to come out of their room was Ahsoka, Light listening to some music as she tried to remember where Gojira slept, her being a bit too big for most of the rooms. Pulling out one of her earbuds, Light snapped her attention onto Ahsoka when she greeted Light. "No, I haven't. I was waiting for someone to come with me." Light said, moving towards Ahsoka while waving. "Wanna go get something? I'm up to whatever, but I'll warn you, I eat a lot." Light said with a beaming smile, snapping her fingers to the beat in her other ear.
Cyano dusted herself off as she flashed into Cybertrons existence. Keith's report of the alliance having conflicting interests forced her to pull an old trick out of the book. Just in case they recognized her or her android as Escher. While her hair would still be blue, it would be a much darker shade. A pair of color contacts gave her green eyes, and her clothing would be much more casual and lighter in color. Though still made of Saber cloth. All in all, it would be a fairly convincing disguise. Though, of course Eto would have been informed ahead of time. Cyano took a few moments to look around, before she noticed this "fearsome" person taking a nap on a chair. Hmm, that honestly gave Eto points in Cyano's mind. Exactly the kind of thing she would do.
Grimlock's appearance would instantly bring Eto's attention to Cyano, and immediately caused a greeting. She was a bit forward. A little too cutesy for Cyano's liking, but she did take a nap when surrounded by hostiles, so Cyano figured she might as well give her a chance. Even if she did ask to take a "selfie"
"Yeah, I'm Cyano. Thanks, the cleaning staff's about the only people who do their job's to my standard, so thats a given."
All the while this was happening, a much smaller robot then grimlock would be slowly approaching. Cyano gave a little signal to grimlock to go kill it. No doubt Grimlock's own desire for survival would outweigh what little companionship he might have once had with the other inhabitants of the planet. After she had done that, Eto would rather forcefully shake her hand. It would seem Cyano was right about Eto. The strength of which she shook her hand was astounding, and had it not been for her physical augmentations her arm probably would have been ripped off. And considering that Eto had no way of knowing how Cyano had her augmentations, and didn't seem to care, betrayed her true nature. It seems the two of them would get along quite well.
Eto didn't take long to get down to business. She quickly pointed out quite a few details, and made a point of how there would be several Ultron robots out there. No matter, even they wouldn't be able to withstand the saber cloth sword she carried. And what were a few primitive bots to her? Especially if they followed a hive mind, like so many primitve bots. Finally Eto got to the part she wanted to hear. Kidnapping ultron. That, would be easy. For the occasion, she had brought along a portable robotics console. As well as a miniature android. It would be a simple matter of getting into Ultron, or one of them, and downloading his conciousness. From there, the androids closed system would keep him trapped long enough to get him back home.
"Ripping through some scraps? Definitely. One question though, you have a spare chair somewhere?"
Cyano asked as she walked besides Eto, equally nonchalant. If this place was everything it seemed to be, it was doubtful they would have many problems with anything they ran into, short of the conquerors themselves.
Koloan bounded through his latest creation. He had a comically large bandage on his side where the mean blue haired girl had kicked him. It had made him sad, but then the alien thing caught him and handed him back to his plant mother. As he went through the portal, he would find himself on the top of a huge skyscraper! The view was tremedous, and made Koloan very very happy. Kolon would quickly grab Biollante and drag her over to the edge, before pulling out a camera out of somewhere, and taking a picture of her with the city backdrop.
After that, and listening to the other girl complain for a bit, Koloan decided to take a look over the edge of the building. It was an even more interesting view, and Koloan leaned over just a bit more to get a closer look... Until the girl yelled at him for being too close to the edge. Well, she was no fun. But she did seem to be having trouble, so perhaps that's why she seemed so upset. With a rather low pitched, more exasperated sounding kolon noise, Koloan would walk over and grab the tracker out of Bambietta's hands. He would then take out a couple of tools, and within a matter of moments have it upgraded to have a better reading. Though it wouldn't be exact, it would show a 25 mile radius of the current whereabouts of individuals exposed to Arcadia-1 air. Koloan handed the tracker back to bambietta with a heartbreakingly adorable smile, and went back to snapping pictures of bambietta and the skyline.
The God Emperor awakened from a troubled, but restful, sleep. For those at his level of psionic power, there was no such thing as true sleep, as even in one's dreams they must defend their minds from the incursions of Daemon. And while he had not dreamt, he had explored the vaults of the Warp for hidden and secret knowledge that might aid him. For even as his body and mind rested, his soul had been active, and he would need every sliver of knowledge he possessed in order to face the coming storm.
After having performed the basic morning ritual that hygiene required of him, he would make his way downstairs. He had used his powers to form clothes for all those within the castle, recognizing the need to change into something else after such a busy day. He'd need to task the Kolons with making some kind of washing machine. Then again, knowing them, everything would probably come out bright pink. Nova sighed as he appraised the now colourfully childish walls of his new fortress. These menial concerns were of no consequence in truth, especially when weighed up against the vast hordes of enemies that no doubt awaited him, and the immense size of the obstacles he would be forced to surmount as the day dragged on. But such small concerns and small worries surfaced, when his mind was too tired to deal with the greater issues at hand.
Speaking of which, he was able to sense that the Goa'uld had already mobilized. A large number of presences was moving towards the Imperial Palace, and based on their speed they were airborne. It seemed Ba'al had been able to mobilize a small fleet, most likely to face off with whatever military might the Emperor possessed. Little did they know that the Emperor was quite low on military power at the moment, with the Yakuza doing their best to fill up the gap left by the destruction of the Dark Angels Companies. The reptilians would also assist, although the Emperor was unsure of how much assistance the zealous chibis would be. Pondering the dilemma of how to approach the self-proclaimed God of the Goa'uld, Nova used his immense psionic powers to make coffee mysteriously appear out of thin air, the bitter drink allowing him to collect his thoughts.
As he sat down on the Golden Throne, he spotted Ruiko heading down the stairs, clearly well rested, although he could tell that her dreams had not been pleasant. Had her nightmares been of supernatural origin, he would have shielded her mind from them. But hers were the unfortunate side effect of a human who had seen too much of battle and betrayal. And she would see more yet before the day was out. "Child. Sit with me. We have much to discuss, and little time to do it in. I believe a rather dangerous figure is about to arrive here, and I would like to ask you to watch yourself around him. While I admire your fiery temperament, it would be best to approach the current situation with diplomacy rather than courage." With a mere thought, the God Emperor caused several steel chairs and a large steel table to appear in front of his throne, arranged as if for breakfast. To many it would appear as if he had made these from nothingness, but in truth he had merely stolen them from one of the nearby buildings, knowing that the original inhabitants would have no more use for them. Although unfortunately, acquiring food would be harder.
"Your powers are potentially great, although you will have to learn to master them. See them not merely as a gift, but as a muscle, to be trained as any other. Learn not to simply throw things, but to manipulate them. Don't merely cut things, dissect them. If you achieve true control of your powers, you will be able to best opponent thrice your strength." Nova wasn't particularly happy to be contracting this child as a soldier, knowing that she would be forced to kill if she continued on that path. But as it was he would require her assistance, as her potential was truly immense. Control of the air was a dangerous skill, and could level armies if mastered. In a few years, she would be a truly terrifying opponent. "Of course, foremost is the lesson any warrior must learn. When to apply force, and when to stand back and watch. Know the extent of your power, and know when not to use it."
The Yakuza had managed to perform their jobs admirably, and had retrieved all of the remaining terminals on Arcadia-1. Even the terminal in Switzerland had not been a problem, as the forces of Chaos had apparently kept to themselves. Most likely they were unable to understand the power of the terminals, being beings of pure psionic energy. They would underestimate anything that was not directly linked to the power of the Warp. As such the Emperor would be able to contact the universe his allies had fled to, although it might be hard to track down the individuals in question. But such things would have to wait, as the Goa'uld had arrived.
Reaching out, the Emperor opened an Eternity Gate, a direct passageway between his own throne room, and the Goa'uld capital ship. Ba'al would find the portal opening directly in front of him, the Emperor looking him over from the other side. When he spoke, he used some of his aura to grant his voice supernatural presence, such as to ensure these beings realized not to take him lightly. "I will speak to Ba'al, and any he chooses to take with him. Of course, if you wish to see your fleets torn from the sky, feel free to place them in my airspace. But I would not recommend it." There was no bluff in the statement, as with the power of the Golden Throne, the Emperor was fully capable of literally ripping the ships from the sky.
Ika Musume woke up from a well deserved nights rest. After her shrimp buffet yesterday, she had gotten so full she simply fell asleep as soon as she hit something comfortable. In this case, that would be the floor. Looking around, Ika noticed that Add was still at his computer. It probably would be best to simply not bother him. So with that, Ika Musume headed towards the doo.
"I'm going out, ~De Geso!"
Ika Musume took a look around at her surroundings. The place was utterly destroyed, minus the outside of the Inkvasion base. There wasn't much trash. Ika Musume had picked it up on her way to that one place yesterday. Oh! speaking of which, perhaps it was time to head back there. That one person had promised to help her rid her world of pollution. That was definitely high on her list of priorities. It would be fairly easy to tell where to go. Being that the path was now almost entirely clean of trash.
Saber would be the first one of the pair of brothers to wake up. They had spent the night out in the Kolon hut with the kolons. The others had been offered a spot, though it seemed most of them refused the offer. Well, their loss. Kolon made beds were quite comfortable. It seemed the kolons had gotten an early start, seeing as how they were gone. No matter. For now, the place was an absolute mess. Apparently forgotten in whatever else they were working on. And that simply would not stand. With a quick cracking of his knuckles, Saber set to work tidying up the place. Beds were made, floors were swept, and surfaces were cleaned. After his work was done, Saber would head out to see just what was going on at the moment.
What Saber saw was, in a few words, very kolon. The palace, which had once been an imposing grey, like the buildings it was made out of, was now a pearl color. With scribbles all over it. Grass had grown, and flowers and lakes now dotted the courtyard. Over to another side, two kolons were tending to a garden for food. Well, that was to be expected. Of course, the walls were bristling with cannons, which added a kind of unsettling aura over the whole thing. No doubt, considering their mood, they would simply fire canisters of friend gas, though Saber was aware that the kolons could change that in a moments notice.
With that analysis out of the way, Saber would pull a chair out for himself, and set it in front of the Kolon hut. Even amidst the kolons improvements, the sky was still a dull grey, covered in smoke, with ashes no doubt taking place of the clouds. It was a stark contrast. Saber sat himself down, and put the thoughts out of his head. Though that only brought in other thoughts. Such as what was Cyano planning? Just what were the other people here? How much dust would the manor have gathered by the time they returned? All rather forefront questions on his mind. Not that he would have time to think too much about them, as shortly thereafter Absolis would exit the hut as well.
"Well, I see your finally awake. While you were alseep, some of us were hard at work making sure things actually looked nice"
Saber spoke sarcastically, half joking at how long Absolis had slept. Absolis of course just played along, as Saber never really expected him to do much cleaning, considering how busy he was in other aspects of life.
"Oh? Really? From the looks of things, I would say you've been sitting out here all day."
"Actually, I did some cleaning. But i'm talking about the Kolon's handiwork"
Absolis looked around, rather disinterested. To be honest, this was one of the more mundane things kolon had built. In all honesty, it was probably nigh indestructible, rigged to explode, and made out of adorable.
"Oh, that. You act like we see any different back home. I'm more surprised it took him this long"
Absolis only took a moment to figure his plans for the day. The first thing on that list would be to talk to their host and try to figure out just what was going on around here. The second would be to find out about just what he had planned for his homeworld. It was his world after all, so regardless of just who this person was, he would need to clear the plans by Absolis if he was going to let him go on his little rampage. Though the chance to get rid of Cyano was a tempting one, it wasn't worth it if it wiped out everyone else along with her.
"I think I'll head into the palace, and talk to our host. I'll be back in a bit."
Simon found himself now in a place called Arcadia-2 and he wasn't sure on where to go next. He decided to get a better look from the air and Simon made a gumball appear in his hand. He put the piece of candy in his mouth and quickly chewed it until it was completely gooey. He then began to blow out a large bubble and his powers made stay together and grow in size despite going far past the breaking point of any ordinary gum bubble.
When it go to be the size of a large truck he took the end of the bubble that was in his mouth and held in his right hand. Simon then quickly started to rise up into the air as he made the bubble fly like a hot air balloon with his candy manipulation. Once he was high enough he looked around the city. It didn't look too different from where he had come from and he wondered what kinds of inahabitants were living here.
"Well it looks like I'll need to find a place to stay" he said as he slowly floated down towards a main street, attracting attention by his strange powers. After he landed on the ground Simon made the bubble disappear and he went in search of a place to possibly stay if.
Much had passed in the last orbital cycle. After breaking his way through the compound (his captors would likely have a lengthy repair bill for their crippled blast doors), Grimlock had finally thought he would escape. Instead, he was forced to face off with a copy of himself. The battle was legendary, with both combatants giving it their all. In fact, it was so amazingly epic that the writer couldn't fathom the words to describe it. While the fight was good, in the end Grimlock was able to defeat his clone with the aid of his new form. Simply put, he was a lot tougher than he was before.
After finishing his fight, he thought he was invincible. Wrong! His captors quickly showed that they were cowardly, installing some kind of weapon inside his frame to damage him should he resist. In the interest of self preservation, he chose to go along with them. Of course, he would make his discontent very evident, and made it perfectly clear what he would plan to do to them once he found a way out of his predicament.
Things happened, and he found himself on Cybertron once more. Apparently they were sending him out on some kind of test run. This angered him immensely, as if he was some kind of pet they could just sick on their enemies. Of course, his anger turned into reluctant willingness when he found out who his target was. He couldn't deny hunting down the bug Starscream would be amusing.
"Ichi!" The steel katana sliced through the air, a precise cut done by a practiced swordsman. Banha imagined slicing an enemy into two, carving it into halves with blood spurting all over his finely made hakuma. "Ni!" He then stepped forward in a forward facing stance, katana held in front of him pointing at the next enemy. He was training among the masses of Yakuza in the makeshift training yard, what used to be a plaza turned into some sort of outdoor Dojo. "San!" The Batarian then leapt forward, katana glinting under the harsh sun. The Yakuza landed as one, stabbing their imaginary enemy in the heart before flawlessly twisting the blade to pull it out.
"Shi!" The mass turned their heads to look at the imaginary backstabber before plunging their blades into his gut. The Supreme Leader loved these training sessions, it gave him time to relax. Well, until he noticed that not all of them present were Yakuza. "Go!" The member followed up by twisting the blade free and swiping the blood off their sword in one motion. The Lizards, allies though they were, stumbled through the precise and accurate movements of Iaido. One of them, a reptilian with very large eyes that seemed to be too big for his eye sockets, fell flat on it's face when it tried to follow the Yakuza's motions.
How a sentient being could possibly mess up cleaning imaginary blood from a blunt katana, Banha would never know. The alien fell, a plume of dust raising from the ground from where it landed, his compatriots laughing childlike at his expense. "Roku!" The pseudo soldiers sheathed their swords as quickly as they drew them. Most of the Lizards, to their credit, could do this last part of the kata though some completely missed their sheath. The Batarian's troops bowed as one, each wearing a plain black and red hakuma, red headbands whipping in the breeze. His soldiers filed out in an orderly fashion, walking towards the firing range to practice R&D's new weapons. The reptilians just flunked to the ground in exhaustion, hours of kata drills and the previous tests of yesterday taking it's toll.
Banha sighed, exasperated at the fanatic "soldiers" that Nova turned them into. No matter how hard he trained them, they couldn't meet his standards for close quarter combat. Nonetheless, they performed fantastically at the firing range although failing at the physical courses he ran them through. Overall, after a day of testing and training them, they were poor soldiers. Not that the Batarian preferred the alien eating, imperialist dogs they were before, he would take these chibi fanatics over expertly trained sentient eater.
A loud choir of fiery "las-beams" being fired into the target range snapped the Supreme Leader from his thoughts, eyes focusing on the heap of reptilians before him. "Soldiers! Stand in attention!" Their collective groaning and moaning made the Batarian's eyes roll, hand drawing his signature C-14. The loud, deep clapping sound of the spike-thrower enough to wake a sleeping Elcor. Speaking of Elcor (the lizards were scrambling to form ranks, many of them tripping and falling flat on their face), the living tanks were placed around the perimeter of Nova palace, large cannons, launchers and machine guns enough to destroy a miniature army. They were protected by a pair of elite Yakuza, usually Asari or Salarian, for support.
Taken away from his thoughts once more, his eyes flickered some amusement at the ranks of the lizards before going back to their hardened state. Banha walked up and down their ragged lines like that pissed human commander in that old Human vid. "You think you are soldiers!?" He watched as the chibi lizards squirmed under his intense gaze. "You are worthless! Your physical form-" he grabbed one of them by the arm, showing how easy it would be to break it"-is frail, even a bloody Salarian can have more muscles than you varren!" Not that they would know what a Salarian is nor varren.
Nonetheless, they understood that they were just insulted and sulked about the fact. "Your uselessness in the field would burden greater soldiers than you, warriors of awe-inspiring strength would need to slow their crusade of righteousness to wait for you, as you lack behind pitifully!" In normal conversation, or anywhere else really, Banha never talked like this. But if belittling them was the only way he could make them better, he damn will try. "Your aim is passable, you cannot even compare to the lowliest of Yakuza." Now that was a lie, there aim was truer than true. But they didn't really need to know that. "If you want to fight for Nova-sama, you better work for it!" He finished with flair, turning towards the ranks of Lizards.
They cheered and roared, some of them pulling out miniature handkerchiefs to wipe tears from their eyes. The reptilians clapped excitedly, meaning that they didn't get the purpose of his speech at all. Now, if this was an anime, Banha's head would've expanded, gone severely red and steam would be escaping from his ears. But this isn't an anime. The Batarian merely facepalmed and dismissed them to their rooms. 'It seems like one step forward and a million steps backwards.' He mused to himself, turning away from the dissipating crowd, some of the reptilians still wiping tears from their eyes.
As Banha slung his still smoking C-14 over his shoulder, thought of visiting the R&D section before dismissing the thought entirely. The last time he visited, in the early appearance of the sun before the training kata, they were scurrying around excitedly, the grouping of scientists to engineers to tinkerers exchanging excited words between each other. It all flew past his head, straight through one ear and out the other. He wouldn't make the mistake of making suggestions around trained experts in their field ever again.
Musing at what to do to alleviate his boredom while the lizards rest, Banha decided to head towards Nova to inform him about the troop numbers, amount of weaponry and ammunition they had in stock and the number of vehicles. 'Might as well, nothing else to do other than train.' He started heading towards the general direction of Nova's quarters. He caught up to one of the Rivard brothers, ironically enough, and said in a polite tone. "How ya doing? Crazy stuff we've been thrown into."
@Lmpkio Along with the forces of the Alliance of Conqurers, another force of evil lays its dark claims on Arcaida-1. The forces of the Lanka, lead by Roshan and his demons lay their claims to the tropical parts of the world, and more, managing to quickly set up a defense against any invader. Quite dangerously, the forces of the Lanka are not easily dispatched, despite the massive technological advantage the AoC had over them. It was the magical powers of the Bahnar that kept their hold tight, as even ships were struck out of the air by bolts of magical power, and even larger monsters were felled with blood and death magics, causing horrible afflictions to befall those that sought to invade the land of the demon ogres, and ape men. Roshan's forces appeared in central america, Africa, and parts of Europe and Asia. With their mighty blood gates keeping them well supplied from their home world, it seems that theLanka are here to stay, if only for the moment....
"Sir, we've engaged some strange force of several species of creatures. They have strange techknowlogies that we've yet to even begin to understand...." A officer reports to Roshan, and Roshan simply sighs. "Then get to work figuring it out. I want every advantage we have...or I'm going to take the blood needed for my magics out of your family. Understand?"
"...Yes sir. Right away sir." With that, the officer rushes out of Roshan's main throne room, in his new Castle in New Lanka, formerly Miami. He awaits news on the current war efforts against the Alliance, and he waits for his spies to return to him, not knowing that the Alliance would be so easily fooled by what appeared to be beautiful red haired women..or would they?
@thewizardguy@SgtEasy@Absolis Darven awoke far eariler than everyone else, sneaking about the fortress during the night as he had to do something. He had seen the Emperor's powers, and he had seen what the Emperor had done to the reptile warriors...and he was intruiged. Very much so, an instant change over several creatures, it was something even Darven couldn't do... Skip now to when the others had awakened, and Banha was training his troops. He found one, out of them all, to be acting the slightest bit odd. One of the lizards was..being....serious. He did not stumble around like his fellows, he did not laugh when another of his kind fell, or failed. His katana strikes were true, and he managed to sheath his weapon with perfect form. On the range, his gaze was that of a hardened warrior, and his aim just as true as his fellows. It was odd. It was as if the warrior he had used to be was still there, even if his physical form had been changed. Darven had been there, on the sidelines, watching the training intently, and more accurately, watching this odd chibi. When training had finished, and Banha began to berate them, the chibi looked down at his feet, and had the look of shame upon his face. He understood perfectly, and it wounded his pride. After this, when the other chibis were cheering, he almost goes to strangle the fellow closest to him, but manages to restrain his anger. After being dismissed, the chibi walks over to Darven, and begins to speak to him in a language in which Banha could understand jack and or shit. Darven would nod along, and reply in the strange language. As Banha began to move towards Nova's throne room, or the equivalent, Darven and this chibi would follow, tailing the Batarian. However, when he runs into one of the Rivard Brothers, Darven stops himself, and the chibi, not knowing the person well enough to approach them. He tries to seem inconspicuous, and fails, spectacularly.
"Sure," Ahsoka agreed without complaint. She could use some food herself, and the prospect of her guest eating a lot wasn't exactly daunting. She had a lot of money, provided courtesy of the Rebel Alliance and the time that she had spent in the Unknown Region. Credits hadn't exactly been worth a lot there, so she had built up quite the bankroll.
She would allow Light to lead the way, letting them go on for a bit before speaking up at last. "So, is everyone from your world as durable as you are?" It seemed like a reasonable question to ask, given what she had seem before. And she was genuinely curious, wanting to compare it to the races she had met before.
Saten Ruiko, Nova's Palace, Arcadia-1
"Alright," Ruiko agreed without argument as Nova beckoned her over, the girl less impressed with the suddenly appearing chairs. She took her seat and surveyed the food present, soon digging in as she satisfied her hunger. Even if it had been produced by his absurdly strong powers, she couldn't deny that the food definitely tasted good. So she wasted no time in eating.
But, at the same time, she also listened patiently as Nova explained what was at hand. Honestly, it wasn't anything amazingly illuminative, given what she had heard in her classes before, but she accepted it nonetheless. "Don't worry, I will," she reassured him with a firm determination. She held no regret for the path that she was on, but merely looked forward to developing her powers and seeing just how far she could go. Would she be able to meet a Level 5 and provide a challenge, perhaps even win? Only time would tell, but she was looking forward to seeing what came from it.
That said, she watched with awed interest as Nova reached out to form a new Eternity Gate, to interact with those in the other side. Already she could feel anticipation in the air. This was definitely going to be interesting.
Ba'al and Teal'c, Ba'al's Ha'tak->Nova's Palace, Arcadia-1
Both Teal'c and Ba'al were taken by surprise as the Eternity Gate opened, a portal suddenly appearing on the bridge of the vessel that allowed a clear view of Nova on the other side, the Emperor issuing his statement, as well as his threat. but while Ba'al might have been intimidated by the display, he didn't show it. He would not be swayed so easily, especially not when he was still, at least in his mind, a powerful player in this game.
"Well then, I'm impressed," he admitted as he glanced over at Teal'c. "Assemble the honor guard. Tell the fleet to move off the coast of New York City, but wait there for my signal." He wouldn't leave them in the middle of the ocean when he might need them in the immediate future. Especially after a threat such as that. He hadn't gotten to this position by being a fool.
"Yes Lord Ba'al," Teal'c replied with a bow, activating the ships internal comms. In a few moments the Jaffa would arrive, helmets deployed and carrying staff weapons. Not the most efficient, but they would serve their purpose dutifully and faithfully. Once they had arrived Ba'al rose from his seat, brushing his black clothes as his eyes flashed, his voice taking on a second distinct tone. "Now then, let us depart." With Teal'c and the honor guard lading the way, he stepped through the portal.
Six honor guard would proceed through, the snake helmets hiding their faces. Still, if Nova were to scan their minds he would find that they were in full control of their faculties. The baby Goa'uld survived in a pouch in their stomach, supporting their immune system and providing absurd strength and regenerative ability, making it a more even symbiotic relationship than a parasitic one at this point. Even Teal'c was the same, with the golden symbol on his forehead.
The only one to be different was Ba'al, who had no such pouch, and whose symbiote was in the head, controlling the body. He was calm as he stepped through, though there was some amusement as he beheld the palace created by the Kolons. His honor guard made ranks, Teal'c stepping forward as befitted his position, and at last Ba'al himself came to a stop as well.
"I am Ba'al, greatest of the System Lords, leader of the Goa'uld Empire and protector of the Jaffa, humans, and Tau'ri. This is my First Prime, Teal'c." He gestured to Teal'c, the man standing stoic and doing nothing that might look badly upon Ba'al. "I heard that the 'God Emperor of Mankind' wished to speak with me, and so I am here.What did you have to say?"
