@thewizardguy

As the 'hand' closed around the ship, it felt a strange sting before the being's entire mind seemed to flare up, the crystaline structure growing along the entire, immense psionic force and creeping back along it like a hungering wave, getting closer and closer until it washed over all beings in the area where the psionic force had originated, leeching them of any and all mystical energies to the point that particularly potent practitioners would keel over (for those kepts alive via psionics) or pass out

Mithias gasped as the ship's movements became erratic. He wasn't buckled in and so got knocked off his feet and/or thrown "upward" as the ship began to accelerate down to the planet. While Sebastian was trying to attack whatever might be in contact with their ship, Mithias began to focus any and all of his telekinesis onto the very frame of the ship itself to slow it down. It was a big ship and took all of his concentration, but it did slow and at least some semblance of gravity was able to be felt again by the ship occupants. As far as heat and fire, he could turn to that once the ship wasn't careening to obliteration.

"Sebastian! What in the living hell is going on? Why do I have voices in my head... in *MY* head for God Emperor's sake?!"

@Wraithblade6 @Tyki @Lmpkio @thewizardguy

Tiny slams his hands into the ground,and the first to know what comes next, is Alice. Blood....She can sense it, under the ground, it had not been there before..not this much, but in a flash, it was there. Veins, arteries, organs...all formed in a moment. It seemed that the soil itself had been turned into a humanoid, male creature. The earth shakes, buildings trembles, as soon, from the soil stands a man. His hair, looking just like that of a Lion's mane, brown, fluffy, covering his head and connecting to his beard. His skin is nicely tanned, and his facial features oddly seem a tad feline. As he smiles, it can be seen his teeth are all pointed, sharp, the teeth of a predator. He's clad in a pair of baggy grey pants, with shackles around his ankles and wrists, the chain snapped. The man himself, was most likely only 18ish, but his body was laced in muscle, as if he'd spent nearly 30 years training intensely. This man begins to crack his neck.

"Behold, Theo, the great hero of nature!" Tiny calls out, before suddenly his clothing switches to a hooded science lab coat.
"This is just like one of my Japanese anime." He says, and Theo lets out a bit of a laugh.
"Oi, pops, no need to call me that. Theo works. Also, nice reference." Theo says, and Tiny seems to be confused.
"....Pops?" Tiny asks, and Theo nods. "Yea, you're my dad. Don't you remember? Man, in your old age your memory must be really failing. I'll have to get you to a doctor after this..." Theo states, worried.

"...This was not expected....at all....but, I think I can work with this." Tiny thinks, obviously, this was not an intended quirk of his newest creation.

"...However, first..." Theo states, his tone going from carefree, to serious. "First, I have to stop you...monster." He states, looking at Destroyah. "...I'll give you one chance. Leave...."
Claws then appear from between the man's knuckles, three of them, sprouting nearly 8 inches long, sleek, and slightly curved. "Or, I'll be serving you up as sushi." He says, flicking his claws into a near by building...and the building collapses, being sliced into pieces by a single swipe of his hand.

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"WE ARE GOIN DOWN, I REPEAT, WE ARE G- oh wait, giant crystal hand's got us...we're still screwed, aren't we?" A pilot asks, not knowing who Stephen was. Several clone engineers move about, repairing the hull breaches in hazard suits able to survive that immense heat, at least long enough for repairs to take place. In built cooling systems activate, the immense heat build up dissipating quickly.
Another force acts upon the ship, slowing it to a halt. However, Stephen could feel this power was familiar, in a bad way....When Diamond was getting angry, it was this power that aided her. Now, it was aiding the clones? Strange..strange indeed.

@Tyki@Wraithblade6@supertinyking
The ship shuddered to a halt, as the combined force of Mithias' telekinesis and the mysterious outside agent counteracted the initial push the psionic entity had delivered to it. Meanwhile, Stephen's crystaline growths had shot out of the ship, ripping their way through the hull as they voraciously chased the source of the energy. They shot off into space, the crystaline growth rapidly expanded, following a trail of psionic energy that lead to the entire Hivefleet. And yet it would not be that easy to devour this creature, the least of the problems being the sheer distance involved.

Mithias would be able to sense a second shriek of fear, as this immense being recoiled from Stephen's crystals. But combined with this were a thousand voices, performing highly complex calculations based on variables Mithias could hardly begin to fathom. A billion upon a billion minds, all communicating with perfect clarity. And as they spoke, the singular voice from before once more rallied these lesser voices, as it executed a carefully thought out plan.

The space around the rapidly expanding crystals seemed to twist and turn, even as the crystals were cut off from psionic energy. With a strange burst, they seemed to disappear, as a part of the very universe was ripped out. The space around it completely empty, Stephen would lose all connection with his crystals. The unknown force had created a tiny pocket universe to contain them. As this universe was basically just a self-contained fragment of this universe it was of nonmagical origin, and therefore could not be eaten by the crystals, in addition to functioning as an excellent prison. Of course, Stephen himself would be unharmed, although the power he had absorbed from the force would be separated from him until he managed to track down the pocket dimension.

Then the main voice spoke once more. "Shiny dragon threat, shiny dragon die!" With those words it reached out once more, immense psionic powers extended here. Mithias could now tell this power emerged from the entire Tyranid fleet, all of the minds synched as one to create an immense psionic hivemind. And unlike any other psychic force, it seemed unbothered by the 'shadow on the warp' cast by the Tyranid Hive Fleet. Worse yet, it no longer seemed to be targetting either Mithias or the ship, it's powers cast far from Stephen to avoid him from once more attempting to devour it. Although the exact nature of it's attack didn't become apparent until the clone's sensors would tell them that they were heading down.

Of course, this was impossible. Their downward motion had been halted, and no psionic powers were affecting the ship. As such it took a bit for the crew to realize just why their sensors were so insistent. It was then that they discovered they weren't moving down at all. Instead, the ground was moving up towards them. This psionic presence had just quite literall thrown the planet at them, pulling it out of orbit to toss at the tiny little clone dropship.

Mithias swayed from the effort exerted in slowing the massive clone ship, not to mention fighting against the strange psychic dampening power the Tyrannids were exerting (which I had totally forgotten about). Sebastian seemed caught up in his perplexion over whatever had just happened to his crystals, so he probably wasn't about to give Mithias a coherent answer. Clones were running around, putting out fires, hitting this and that button, and trying their best to work the ship's defenses or some such. Mithias looked about for anyone he could recognize, and then he found Klonos, the winged woman with horns.

Just as he was about to call out to her, a wave of unified voices rang in his mind once more, and he realized it was an endless hive of beings all acting coherently. They had so much power, yet were so simplistic in their choice of words. He felt them reach out, and he braced himself in anticipation, but their will had lashed out elsewhere. Quickly Mithias realized the unexpected and unprecedented level of attack they had wrought with their combined effort. They were throwing an entire planet at them.

"We're still falling!"

"No we're not!"

"Yes we are!"

There was a moment of confusion as the clones argued with their instruments. Certainly their systems were going haywire. But no. No. They weren't that fortunate.

Mithias staggered again, but this time in shock awe at the ungodly level of power these beings could wield.
With his new gifts, he could sense what was happening, and he knew it would take more telekinesis than he had left to muster to dodge this ship far and fast enough.

"Klonos! Sebastian! We've got to get out of here!" In a state of emergency, he desperately tried to round up his friends.

@thewizardguy@supertinyking

Asriel watched with a saddened look to his eyes, disliking the lengths that the insects had gone to destroy such a tiny thing. He sighs and looks down a bit, red and black energy sprouting from his back vaugely in the shapes of wings before he appears to simply... appear, atop the clone's ship, a small atmosphere surrounding him as the vacuum seems to not touch him, his hand lifting wordlessly towards the planet before a bright light fills everyone's vision and it returns to it's natural orbit, none the wiser of what had occured or what had been averted, the goat man's attention then turning to the tyranid hive fleet that had nearly caused such an atrocious grievance and simply stating with both mind, soul, and voice "apologize"

"We're not falling!"

"We're falling!"

"The planet is falling!"

"That's impossible!"

"We're un-falling!"

Mithias was getting a headache from all the clone's shouting. He sensed what he could with his own powers and looked out a small window to try to make his own judgement. "God! A clear and glorious death would be far preferable to this chaotic limbo. Enough already!"

The human-again vampire psychically perceived the entity atop the clone ship and determined the planet was no longer coming at them thanks to whoever was out there. Being a living being, Mithias himself could not leave the ship to fly around in space and take a look. Then he got an idea.

"Sebastian, I'm going out there." With that, Mithias headed to the onboard ship's hangar. He could take a small fighter out to defend the larger clone ship, as it was intended. He might not be able to destroy the Tyrannid fleet in a mini fighter, but he could probably shoot a few of them down. Just getting outside and being able to move freely would at least make him feel better. Shooting things down would also make him feel better.

A small fighter ship approached Asriel, floating upside down behind him while Mithias got a better look. He spoke telepathically, "Hey. Who are you?"

Yea know what? Quick retcon...

@Wraithblade6 @Tyki @thewizardguy
The clones began to panic en mass, as the planet was hurled at the small ship. Klonos fell to her knees, and wept, for she knew...There was no hope of winning.
"We cannot fight such strength....our struggle will be all for naught....I've failed you all, my children..." She says, her moral shattered by this feat of immense strength. They couldn't run, they couldn't hide. They were all doomed.....So, they did the one thing they could do. They prayed. They prayed for someone to help them, anyone....

They called out for help.....

....And somebody, answered.

First, Asriel, the first son appeared, and set the planet straight. The clones were in awe of that alone. This strange creature, stood before the tyranid in defiance. However, he was not the only one who answered the call. For, as the Tyranid fleet began it's no doubt retorted attack, a streak of light smashed though one of the many Tyranid ships, cutting though it like fire though paper, leaving two smoldering halves of the ship. This streak of light flew, until it stood between the Tyranid, and everyone else....Then, the light gave way, revealing who exactly this was...

He stood in golden armor that seemed to glow like a star, with huge wings of the purest white. His long black hair waved in the cosmic winds. His eyes, almost glowed with the determination to save his friends from this monster........

Lucien, the Warrior of the Sun

"Hmph. You're going to need to try harder than that....To hurt my friends!" He declares, his voice traveling across the light itself, though out the galaxy at large. This message, this challenge, was issued to all. Chaos, Tyranid, or worse.

The hive mind's battle against a true hero, begins now.

@metagros @kishin asura@metagros
@thewizardguy@ShadowVentus @tyki
@Wraithblade6


It was sudden, but violent. It was cold, yet...full of fury. It was smooth...but terrifying.
The space behind the Tryanid hive fleet seems to warp, the fabric of space and time moving around them like a stretched plastic bag, a unseen hand working the fabric like some sort of giant. It was only after a moment, but the Tyranid were gone. Not killed, not destroyed, simply placed in another location, saved for another time. This happens within the view of the heroes of the story, most likely for them to arrive at a different time perhapse...maybe when it'd make more sense, and when our heroes were truly ready for them.

Now, safe from this threat, all that was left was the chaos, and they were to encounter a problem themselves soon...not quite yet, but soon, most likely. Everyone was free to flee, gather everyone together to get a plan straight *Hint god damn hint* or simply rest....

@metagros @kishin asura
@thewizardguy@ShadowVentus @tyki
@Wraithblade6

Though a short time skip, everyone was brought to one location on earth, the desert where first contact with the clones had happened. The great knight Lucien had to return to the afterlife after a heartstring tugging reunion with his friends..and he did warn them of the likes of the chaos and the necron, for as his soul had traveled though a warp storm, it was only his magical powers that prevented him from being devoured by the demons of the warp.

((Now, anyone can bring thier characters here, via some short explanation. Kishin, you want Asura here? Fine. Eclipse shows up? That's good too. This is basically going to be me starting up a story that hopefully won't be as confusing or as infuriating as the chaos and the nids.))

@supertinyking

Asriel finds himself watching the assorted folks of import arrive and set up their little camps, frisk ariving not long after him, giving arrise to a short conversation between the two that ended with asriel having his goaty mouth stuffed with a slug pie which he just sort of munched quietly while frisk gets out a couple of chairs for them at the edge of the group, reading a book quietly while asriel eats slightly annoyedly while he makes a phone call

@supertinyking

Asura looked around "...so..." he begins

@kishin asura
Asura is approuched by a strange man, one wearing an oni mask, wearing a green suit. On this man's hip, a blade, one that radiates a bit of a soular wavelength. This man's own soul would seem like dying emerald sun, the wavelength not escaping him, rather collapsing in on itself. How this man was still alive, was an amazing thing. It must be either though sheer will power, or though some magic unknown to the Demon God.
"....Hello.....My name is Juggernaught. Nice to meet you..." The man says, holding his hand out to be shook. This man's soul seemed to be bright enough that it was hard to read anyone else's soul for Asura..almost like he was doing it on perpous.
@Tyki
Asriel could feel it, a good deal of negative emotions coming from most everyone in the room, save a few more pure hearted people. Generally, the clones held much malice, and anger in their hearts. Each one, had their own motivations. Abuse, of all the physical, mental, and sexual kinds.... Vengance, for seeing someone they love under the same abuse, lighting anger like a forest fire in their hearts. But a few stood out above all else...Firstly, Klonos. It was as if in her heart was a anger burning with the intensity of all those around her put together. If it were to somehow be made real, it'd burn everything in the room to a crisp in moments. If she would ever turn into a evil person, the effects could be devestating....but in each heart filled with malice, there was a dream keeping it from spiraling out of control...Each one of them wanted to be free, and to create a world in which all people were treated fairly. They wouldn't let themselves be turned into the monsters that harmed them. Nor would they put any type of person down for their agenda, even if it meant taking a more difficult road...

@supertinyking

Asura shakes his hand. Keeping his guard up

@kishin asura
"...Well.....Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" Juggernaught asks, his grip tight, but not tight enough to cause discomfort. Juggernaught's face was totally hidden by the mask, which would be giving Asura a sinister stare the entire time.

@supertinyking

"I'm Asura." Asura says

@supertinyking

Asriel stays put, handling the equivalent to paperwork (basically just mucking about on his phone and with magic for a while|) regarding things he'd left at home to come and say hi to the clones that had found themselves under attack via telekinetic planet shotput. Frisk, on the other hand, wanders, those amongst the gathered crowd able to visibly watch people growing just a little less sad, angry, or broken by her mere presence, a simple reafirriming touch, slice of butterscotch/snail/cinnamon pie to the hungry and weary, or even just someone to listen to their woes, helping with many there imensely even if she never said a word.

a little bit away from the camp, a doorway opened. from the black rectangle a figure in white stepped out, dragging behind him two blades, almost as big as him with daggers coming out of the sword at regular intervals. he appeared to be looking for something, searching the sky for some sign, before approaching the group, obviously disappointed.

so according to the mission briefing, there should be a massive army attacking right now, ark thought to himself, yet there is nothing. the timing is absolutely right, as the planets are closer then they where normal, and the army was in orbit up until he entered the gate, so there should at least be bodies. and he was looking forwards to the fight. he even brought his custom belt-fed Jackhammer for once. well at the very least he had technically completed his mission. Just to be sure though he should probably approach the local group that was siting together.

@Tyki
Asriel is left well enough alone, except by a rather strange woman covered in bandages over her entire torso. She, keeps petting the goat man. "...Fluffy..." She says, petting him behind his ears. She is...full of bat shit insanity. Seriously. Her soul is rainbow sparkled madness color.
Frisk's attempts at making them feel better works on some, but rather seems ineffective against others, and for one person in particular, they almost lash out. Diamond, she growls at Frisk when she attempts to make her feel better, her having in her heart an exceptionally high amount of anger and malice.