[IC] Massive Multiversal Crossover

[FujiwaraPhoenix]

Dio smirked as a hole was opened in the hull of the ship- It seemed night had already fallen, so that was entirely too convenient. But that soldier just... Wouldn't let up, now would he? Forcing the hole large enough to slip through, Dio dodged the shot aimed at his head, only to hear an explosion a few seconds after. Well, that was unnaturally close. But he was now hanging outside a ship by the strength of a single arm. Seriously too close. Straining his arm, Dio pulled himself back into the ship and sent The World to launch a counterattack at that soldier as he began to move some of the non-destroyed goods closer to the hole in the hull. Two or three crates was good enough, right? Pulling The World back to himself, Dio shoved the crates out the hole before leaping out himself.

Kakine looked at Marisa with a wary eye as she labelled herself a magician. The incident regarding Fiamma of the Right was still a popular topic of conversation among the higher-ups of Academy City, and as one of the Level 5s he was able to eavesdrop on those discussions. Magic was real, and it almost always came into conflict with science. Neither side really liked each other, that much he knew. That Touma was the only exception to the rule. But it's not like magicians from all worlds were like that, right? "Well, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Marisa." he stated. "I hope we'll get along in the future. Now, if you don't mind I'd like to get back to ground level before a stray flock of birds decides to ram into us, so if you'll excuse us..." As he said that, the platform he and 10032 had been standing on began to slowly descend downwards towards the ground. "If you'd like to talk more I'd suggest we do so on the ground, please."

[Moonman]

Arragoz Plizgin - Ridley's Krooza With Ridley having finished his briefing on the operation, Arragoz trotted off to go meet with his team. As an aside, barely visible to the naked eye was a minuscule fungal growth in the ceiling, its presence in such an odd location likely being due to the Ork slamming into it a few minutes prior. The end result of this growth was currently indeterminable, although the rapidity at which it grew from a spore indicated it was probably a snotling or other lesser Orkoid. No matter the final product, it would likely serve as an excellent post-mission snack upon Arragoz' return. Returning to the matter at hand, the greenskin had managed to locate the team that would be accompanying him. Befitting a stealth operation, they were small in number, to the point where even Arragoz' lack of proficiency in numerals was enough to determine how many. There were three, to be precise, all humanoid, albeit with a number of differences that were completely irrelevant to the Ork. They looked like humies, smelled like em, and were probably just as puny and weak as em too. Nonetheless, they were his team, and Arragoz would have to make do with what he had. Rising to his full height, the usually hunched-over greenskin now absolutely towered over them, and provided his own briefing. "Al'roight ya gitz, I'z Arragoz, yer Boss fer dis misshun. We ain't gotz enuff Boyz to get stuck in, so we'z be doin' dis da Morky way. By dat, I meanz we gots to be kunnin' and sneaky, so I dun want nunna you muckin' about 'n' shoutin' 'Fer da Emprah' da moment we spot any uv' dem Spess Muhrines or Ummy gitz. Ya gotz dat? Now, we gotz ow'selves a muthership ta krump, so you'z best be ready roight quick-like."

[VitaVitaAR]

???, Research Facility

The girl was running out of options. The moment that it was clear her bullet was ineffective, and that a followup was coming too fast for her to manage in her current state, She turned and made a sprint for cover. If she couldn't take down her enemy, she would have to open things up long enough for her to be able to at least lessen their chances before retreating! She was almost to the nearest overturned desk/doughnut or some form of pastry, when one of the shards of dust struck her in the leg. Her blue eyes widened in pain and she stumbled, feeling the shard pierce deep into the pale flesh. Knowing she would fall, the girl threw herself behind cover, shuddering in pain. But her mind focused as she scrambled and sat up against the piece of cover. Removing the shard would be foolish, it'd just cause further bloodloss... Balancing her rifle and clamping it between her legs, the girl took out another clip of ammo. Explosive rounds. Even if the blast didn't pierce that shielding... As swiftly as she could, the girl loaded her antimaterial rifle. Snapping up as soon as she could, she placed her rifle on the doughnut and pulled the trigger. The bullet erupted from the rifle with a tremendous crack, and like the first, seemed to be on a course to completely miss. And yet... an air current seemed to blow especially strongly from a damaged ventilation shaft. The bullet's course was unnaturally effected, and it bent towards Cinder!

Swordswoman - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil

This girl was just too adorable... It was likely a retreat would be necessary, given how things were going for the idiot soldiers, but that meant that she'd have to fight the cute robot girl again sometime. The cute robot girl who had... dodged her hit... Ah, trying to get behind her! The swordswoman spun as quickly as she could, but this time her sword couldn't absorb the blow. It hit too fast, and while it was a weaker kick, the swordswoman's body was not nearly as capable of resisting attacks as the katana was. It caught her in her side, and with a gasp the woman was sent tumbling across the catwalk, end over end. The soldier swore when he gun was destroyed, and pulled out his glowing knife, as the others trained their weapons on Gintoki. This naturally left them open when one gunman was Gilgamesh'd to death, his spine and ribs snapped and broken, and the other found himself suspended off the side of the catwalk. Needless to say, he was scared. The remaining gunmen backed away, weapons raised. With no direction from the swordswoman, they were not sure what to do in the slightest.

Outside the Passenger Area, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir

As Jaune charged, the girl's had snapped back, the pink tubes sliding back into her gauntlet with a whirr and a click. Snapped into place, her wild eyes followed the boy as he leaped into the air. Curling her hand into a fist, her lips parted as she let out the rage-filling name of an attack. "Heartbreaker - Shooting Star!" she cried! The gauntlet ignited with pink flames again, and she aimed the fist directly at Jaune's sword! When it hit, the light flared and then erupted in a shockwave! A blast, a small explosion of pink energy erupted from the girl's fist! Unfortunately for her, the force sent her skidding back across the ground, away from her opponent regardless of what effect it had on him. The green-haired girl's eyes edged towards the newcomer even as Blake made a pincer attack on her. It was difficult to tell which one was the real one... but if these were the ones who took her, they deserved no mercy. The other girl hadn't made her attack yet, so it was an ample opportunity...! "Tonbogiri - Cut!" she cried! Her lance's blade glowed with green light as the tubes at its base slid inside. She sprang into the air, spinning as she did, and the lance cut through the air. Literally. Not only was her target severed entirely, but everything behind it seemed to be sliced apart as well. It was as if the attack had temporarily severed the fabric of reality, though it swiftly mended with no damage. Aside from the target, which had fallen in two. She swiftly realized what she had cut was not the real target. No, she had cut the clone. Narrowing her eyes, she landed. Swiftly she adjusted her feet to try and get both Blake and TailBlue in her sights. The Tonbogiri's attack could not be initiated twice in a row rapidly, and it only lasted as long as a single motion. For now, she was limited to its normal cutting capability. The tubes slid back out to their resting position.

Chiester Sisters - Weapons and Communications, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir

"There!" Firing lock! The Tanngrisnir's cannon was swung up to lock onto the enemy ship. It wasn't too big, they were probably planning on a pin-point strike with their men! Grinning, 410 pulled the trigger. The bolts of magically-charged energy tore through the void, hissing through the darkness and striking what seemed to be nothing. But almost immediately after impact, the rounded shape of the assaulting Shadow Eternity ship flicked into view, smoke rolling out of its side. Direct hit! The cloaking device was destroyed! Leaning over and shoving 45 out of the way, 410 yelled into the shipwide communications. "W-wah..." "Oi! Enemy ship's cloaking device is down, nyeh! Anybody wanna finish the job or can I do the honors?!"

The Leader, Shadow Eternity Headquarters

The dark room was filled with complicated readouts. The screens, each one of them, was green, and the text constantly scrolled by upon then. It wasn't truly possible to tell where the Leader was looking but it was likely at Eternal. "There is nothing for us there." It was spoken not only to the dopant, but to the Shadow Eternity operatives still located in the Mushroom Kingdom.

[FacePunch]

Client World 102249740-D

"You are in violation of UMMA law, section 8, clause 23b, 71k, and section 12 clause 15a: Destruction of private property, theft, and assault on civilians! Land or I will be forced to disable your engines and potentially cause bodily harm!" In the atmosphere of an uninhabited client world, a large starship raced overhead the sand-covered surface of the planet. The ship had to slow down to 813.2 mph to avoid any atmospheric damage to its armor. Behind the ship, barely visible to the naked eye (due to a combination of size, speed, and the height at which they were flying,) a streak of blue and red darted behind the starship. A turret atop the ship spun around, firing a pair of lasers at the streak of color pursuing it. Superman quickly changed his trajectory, flying high above the path of the beams before they were even close to hitting him. "Assault on an UMMA officer? You guys are really looking forward to prison, aren't you?" Superman spoken into the device covering his mouth. The communicator was able to intercept most types of communication waves, as well as broadcast on a large variety of said waves. The distance the device worked at was quite remarkable as well. Kal-el was impressed: Batman's communicators were nothing compared to the one UMMA had provided. The requisition officer had explained that Superman's communicator was built especially for beings who didn't travel with spaceships; it supposedly had all the functionality of a standard spaceship's communications systems. Superman sped up until he was gliding over top the cruiser he was pursuing, giving them ample time to surrender and land before he engaged. He was surprised they had yet to respond to his hails: perhaps their language wasn't encoded into the translator? But that couldn't be right. The device was suppose to be multiversal in its perception of language. Maybe they just refused to communicate. The Kryptonian recalled the events that had led up to this chase as he waited for the pirates to surrender. He had been flying back towards Yggdrasil after another successful mission, when he ran across a convoy of civilian ships. The convoy had been under attack by a single spaceship, who's design Kal-El was unfamiliar with. Superman approached, announcing his role as an UMMA officer and demanding their surrender; the ship had immediately attempted to engage Superman. Upon discovering that Superman was capable of dodging or absorbing their attacks, however, the pirates had attempted to flee. Strangely, they had entered the atmosphere of a mostly desert planet. Superman had pursued, and...well. That's the current situation. Another loud blast of lasers knocked Superman back into reality. He didn't have time to react as the blasts slammed into his chest and sent the blue boy scout falling out of the sky. Superman crashed into the sand a mile below where the spaceship was, causing sand to be thrown up high into the air. Kal shoved himself out of the sand, spitting it out of his mouth. "Alright, that's enough." He said firmly. Supes eyes turned red, and moments later two solid laser beams shot out, one from each eye. The beams almost immediately started to slice into the engine, even as the ship sped away from the grounded hero. Luckily for Superman, his heat vision could travel at the speed of light (being lasers.) The aliens' ship's engines began to systematically explode from overheating. The spaceship quickly began to lose altitude, crashing into the sand. Small secondary explosions rocked the now-grounded ship. Superman took flight, moving swiftly over to the crash site. Four aliens came running out of a hole in the side of the starship, moving swiftly into the ruined remains of a city. Superman casually gave chase, a small grin on his lips. This was going to be fun. Superman began to move faster, lowering his altitude just enough. He grabbed one of the aliens, wrapping his arms under the aliens, before speeding away from the other three. He flew fast enough that he was on the other side of the ruins in seconds, where he smashed the alien's face into the sand and dragged him around like that for a couple of seconds. Superman chuckled as he lifted the pirate out of the ground and held him into the air by his collar. The pirate looked terrified, holdings his hands in front of his face in a sad attempt to protect himself."Scared, huh? I bet that's how those people felt when you robbed them." Superman stated matter-of-factly, before flicking the alien on the forehead. The creature's head whipped back, the strike knocking him unconscious. Superman tossed the unconscious body onto the ground before turning to chase the other three pirates. Never once did he look up and notice the man floating off the cliff above him.

[Zero Hex]

Clifford Nobles was speechless.He'd never seen that many socks in one place. He doubted he'd seen that many socks in his entire life. And they were Christmas presents, if the disembodied voice he was hearing was telling the truth. An aside, while Cliff might seem to be taking a floating voice in stride overly well, as a cowboy with a magic gun who got shunted off across "deemenshuns" and whatnot he questions his sanity enough that hearing voices is laughably minor in comparison. Going back to the socks, that many of them across three years meant that Our got...a whole lot of em per year. This wasn't just a careless last-minute thing, this was cold and calculated spite. That sad fact aside, even Cliff had some good memories of Christmas past with his father even if he preferred not thinking about him at all, the bundle of socks did make a...well not ideal but still serviceable rope. He hoped. It seemed sturdy enough, like they were meant to be used that way, but that was just crazy. He still wasn't sure whether that was good or bad anymore. Moving on, he nodded to the oddly smug-looking fellow and proceeded to bumble his way around tying the man up. Clifford wasn't actually very good with knots, and the paranoia of the man waking up and breaking free made his hands work twice as incompetently as usual. By the time he was done, the nameless faceless Umbrella security guard was safely tied by what could only be described as a nigh-impossible, neo-gordian knot that Alexander wouldn't have known where to start cutting. "So, there we go, nice and tight".

[Earnest Evans]

Hampus the Red, Neo-Siberia's Umbrellan Facility's Roof's Exit's First Stair Step A cunning plan arose in Hampus' gut. His rampant muggle-hating egotism, working alongside his complete lack of social skills, combined to form an idea that would only work in the fevered dreams of the socially retarded. Of course, this didn't stop Hampus from voicing it to his cohorts. "I've got a plan! A plan so cunning I doubt the rest of you have even thought of it! You see how this leather-necked thug is wearing the uniform of our enemy, correct? Well, I know precisely how we can use this uniform of his to good use! Steel yourselves, for I will not repeat this plan." When Hampus felt that his cohorts had been given sufficient preparation time, he let loose his master plan. "We will carry this thug with us, and hide behind him whenever his hideously stupid henchmates come along! So long as you two keep quiet and stay hidden, we'll be invisible! The plan is foolproof!" Hampus basked in the warm glow of his own intelligence, as his heart grew aflutter with the satisfaction of a plan well-forged.

[Prostagma]

Our Hero - Roof of the Place Where the Guys Are, Siberia Our Hero stopped and listened carefully, nodding along with Hampus. "Uh huh, uh huh, that's...", he stopped and thought through the pan carefully. What Hampus had said was, without a doubt, "One of the most brilliant things I have ever heard let's do it." "You can't be serious." "I am 100 percent serious man I am all over this." "Good god, and to think I almost believed in you three, if only for a moment."

[CourierSix]

Ridge- Aforementioned Client World Ridge looked off- not too far away, mind you- and saw him. Superman, the one and only- well, one of many. He'd met one before, and he was a stand up guy. He knocked out a man who had probably been helpless against the kind of power the guy had. As Superman zipped off again, Ridge flew off once again, zipping over to the body at his own speed to the unconscious body. Most people would have checked for a pulse, but Ridge had no idea where to look for a pulse on the darn thing. He's traveled the omniverse, but never seen this particular species. He checked his fob watch, which scanned the alien's vital signs. Still alive. With that knowledge, he was certain this was one if the good Supermen. He looked off into the distance in the direction that Supes flew off into to follow him. Ridge had nothing better to do, after all.

[IncredibleBee]

Guts - Umbrella Research Facility Ker-chop. The Dragonslayer cleaved downwards through a Licker, its head, shoulder, and arm flying sideways. Guts exhaled, looking around. It seemed even with the mutual goal of the SE squadron, there were still far too many mutants and undead to deal with. If there was a leader controlling the mutants, or a wizard like Schierke to cast some magnificent spell, this would be a lot easier. Guts was reminded of his early days as he decided to chain his sword back onto his back. These men could probably handle the problem themselves. Or if they couldn't, surely they were smart enough to run into the.... barren snowy wasteland. At the very least they could barricade themselves indoors. It wasn't Guts' problem whichever way. The Apostle was. Guts dashed back inside the warehouse, flipping out the repeater bow. It would have just been easier to have gone the other way, he decided, and dashed back downstairs into the metal corridor. He'd find the belly of the beast yet, probably literally when he'd cut it open. It was only a matter of time before it showed itself.

[FacePunch]

Client World 102249740-D

"H-He's coming back!" One of the alien pirates stuttered, running as fast as his two feet could carry him."Just keep running! Maybe we can find somewhere to hi-" The man who had been speaking started to scream. His friend looked over, and noticed that his friend was gone - and the screaming had disappeared with him. The two remaining aliens stopped in their tracks, looking at one another."Screw this!" One of the panicked criminals yelled out, running off down an alleyway between two ruined buildings. The last alien began to breathe rapidly. He couldn't hear anything but the ringing in his ears. The pirate brought his rifle up to his shoulder, looking around as he stumbled into a wall. "Stay back! I'm warnin' you, freak!" He growled, keeping an eye on his surroundings. "Boo." The alien began to rapidly fire off shots from his gun in all directions, despite not being able to see Kal. This amused Superman greatly; really, he was having too much fun with these guys. A pair of blue-covered arms shot out of the brick wall the man was leaning against; the arms quickly wrapped around the alien and pulled him through the wall. Superman laid the pirate on the ground, assuming him unconscious. The alien, seeing Superman turn to leave, pulled out a blaster. He lifted the weapon and fired, the beam hitting Superman in the upper-back. "Gah!" Superman cried, bending down on one knee. The alien began to scoot back, grinning from theoretical ear to theoretical ear."Stay down, or I'll blow your head off!" the now-cocky pirate stated as he started to stand. The moment his eyes left Superman, however, he found a fist filling his vision. The pirate was thrown up, his back smashing into the roof, before he fell down and slammed face-first into the ground. "Hmph." Kal grunted. Superman grabbed the alien criminal, and tossed him in the middle of the street before he continued on to the third individual. The third criminal was in the upper floor of what appeared to have once been a bed room. He was clutching his rifle for dear life, pointing it at the door. Superman stopped flying suddenly, looking around. Not seeing anything, he closed his eyes and started to listen. He heard two sounds: First was the sound he was looking for, the rapid breathing of the alien who had been running away from Kal. But then there was also the quickly approaching flow of air behind him... Kal turned around just as Ridge rounded the corner. Superman flew up, appearing as a blur, and stopped right in front of Ridge. He raised his hand up, palm open. "I am Kal-El of the Unified Multiversal Moderation Agency. You're being detained for questioning as a potential witness and or suspect to the crimes of piracy that have occurred nearby. Do you comply, or will I be forced to take action?" Some people might think that Kal was taking this job a bit too seriously. But the lives of the Multiverse were at stake - and protecting those lives was Superman's number one priority. Perhaps he isn't taking this job seriously enough.

[Flamelord]

Nono, Restaurant District, Yggdrasil Nono was determined, strong, and with that determination fueling her it seemed almost inevitable that her attack would succeed, jetting her around the Katana Lady and delivering a hard kick that sent her tumbling across the catwalk, though not falling off. Just as well, Nono had the initiative back. "Give it up," she called, coming in for a landing and then rushing in to confront the woman once more as her opponent recovered. "Your men are all defeated. There's no way you can win. Surrender and I promise you won't be harmed." She had a feeling it wouldn't work, but best to try, right? And if she pushed it, then Nono would just hit her again if she had to. --- Cinder Fall - Research Facility Cinder sighed as she caught the voice of Charlotte telling her that she had found the machine, and luckily enough had not eaten it yet. She was more satisfied though as her attack hit, sending the mysterious girl scrambling for cover, and not escaping unharmed in the process. I'll be right there, she said back over the mental link as she faced down her foe with a confident smirk. She was confident then as the next shot came in, chuckling a bit at the ineffectual gesture, eyes flaring orange along with her dress, only to be caught by surprise as the bullet exploded on contact. It was successful in throwing her back, and she stumbled, heels not helping there. She was mostly unharmed, thanks to her Aura, but there was some ash from the explosive resting on her skin, giving it a black tinge where it fell. Now she was...less than amused, her emotions surging though she fought to keep them under control for the moment. "Seems the little thing has a bite after all," she noted to no one in particular before her eyes flared color once more, the same whine from before heard before a pillar of fire erupted where the girl was, or had been. That would be before she tossed a fireball, a small chuckle escaping. "Still, you're wasting your time. My companion already has what we came for. Getting rid of an annoying pest like you will only be a bonus," she taunted in a mocking voice as she advanced once more, not leaping to the offensive but slower, inexorable. Time to end this. --- Misaka 10032 - Client world 12262009-A (Macross) Misaka was....intrigued, to hear Marisa introduce herself, as a magician of all people. She certainly fit in with popular depictions of magicians, at least from Misaka's research, though the thievery was still not welcome. There was also no verifying that she was indeed the best witch, as she so put it. Slowly though, Kakine began to lower her to the ground, for which Misaka was grateful, but for now she was focused on her social interaction, recording everything for the Misaka Network to go over later. It was always thus with multiversal beings, so that all data could be examined thoroughly, for the benefit of Academy City, as well as their own development. "'Geographical records do not indicate a place known as Gensoyko existing in our universal plane of origin,' Misaka notes after careful review," Misaka said in the same monotone she always used, having briefly inquired across the Network to confirm that. "Census information does not contain a 'Kirisame Marisa' residing within Academy City or Japan. Multiversal origin can be confirmed." She tilted her head then. "'Are you a denizen of this reality,' Misaka asks with casual curiosity."

[Minder]

Blake Belladonna, Outside the Passenger Area, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir

The two halves of the clone flickered out of existence, and the real Blake's eyes widened in shock. That attack... could her Aura have stopped it? If she hadn't gone for the clone, I'd be dead. If she does it again, I am dead. Blake landed in front of Green and tucked into a forward roll. Then she did something strange. Instead of swinging with her blades, she leaped and flipped over the girl's spear, hooking the weapon's haft under one arm and tucking it tight under her armpit as she passed overhead. Then she created another clone, only this one was different. A solid, inanimate statue materialised in Blake's place as she continued her rotation and landed off to one side, the spear still locked between its arm and chest.

[Gummi Bunnies]

Patchouli Knowledge | Patchouli's Library - UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir

How long was she cooped up inside this new library? ...who knows? The magician had time, a lot of time. Especially when this would be considered an extension of her original library within the Scarlet Devil Mansion residence. All thanks to the workings of a special book and convenient timing. It was simple. Patchouli continues her usual readings and research on magic while she is given the duties to organize physical filebooks that is recorded by those of UMMA and stored here for safe keeping. There was digital files, but in the librarian's opinion, it was easier to protect physical files rather than digitized files. At this very moment, Patchouli practically held up the current book she had in her hands up close to her face, ensuring that she had read each procedure and detail correctly. It was her pastime after all... Speaking of that, she was getting steadily distracted by all of the racket going on outside her new library aboard the vessel.

"Oi! Enemy ship's cloaking device is down, nyeh! Anybody wanna finish the job or can I do the honors?!"

How bothersome... the librarian thought upon hearing that go off in the intercom installed into this library. For the few minutes since it had been broadcasted, Patchouli returned to her usual reading, someone else would handle the problem... Not like she was actually feeling well at the moment to use her greater spells, you could say she sorta developed a trigger for motion sickness since she had first became a part of UMMA, and it didn't add up well with her poor health and asthma. It usually had been treated with a usual "Photosynthesis" spell or with any of the medications that were here on the vessel. After waiting for a good 10 minutes, she began to realize that the racket was still going on... Great. Wanting the commotion and distractions to be over with, Patchouli slid a bookmark in her current in-progress book, also retrieving a different book that was much more aged than the one that she was reading moments before. Stepping out of her library and having the door close behind her, she began to head down the hallway to see if there happened to be something for her to do in order to get herself some peace and quiet in her library and throughout the vessel. Patchouli didn't mind on anyone that might be annoyed that the library happened to be closed at this time... she had special precautionary measures set up while she was absent in the library. Like she would let some 'rats' ruin the library anyways...

[Raineh Daze]

Tanngrisnir

"She's working with someone else, and it's not even the same Inquisition," Russ answered, manoeuvring ahead of Bjorn and leading the way to the fighting. It wasn't that far from the civilian hold, "We'll have to see if you can make me answer for anything once we find a way to get you out of that tin can." A dreadnought, even one as venerable and experienced as Bjorn, was still going to be unfortunately slowed compared to their original combat ability; there was no doubt in the Primarch's mind that even without the extra strength and durability provided by her original power armour, she held the advantage here. Letting one of her former retinue rot away with an unknown amount of medical knowledge out there would be nothing short of betrayal, too. The nobodies currently shielding the focus of the fighting, and failing to contribute in any way whatsoever, were in for a very bad day--the first notification that reinforcements had arrived was an angry ripping sound as the chainsword treated a human body like nothing more than butter. Things were definitely looking down for the Shadow Eternity's actually-competent fighters, if the living smokescreen was thinned enough.

[Savato]

Charlotte - Research Facility

Cinder had used that weird mind link ability in order to warn the little glutton of her soon to be arrival. Charlotte puffed her cheeks, obviously annoyed that she had to wait for so long and do absolutely nothing. So, while waiting, she randomly started a little treasure hunt by lifting one of the larger and looking right under it to see if cheese was there. The activity would be cut short when she'd hear a concerning explosion followed by Cinder's voice being a lot less calm than it was before. The witch predicted that things were likely not turning as great for her companion, enough to have her turn back toward the corridor and take a peak toward the previous ravaged room filled with jam and destroyed objects. "Bwaaahhhh Cinder you're all creepy!" She wailed from farther away, putting her two cents in the current situation. As for the fight itself, the Pyotr could notice that the girl had retreated into cover and took rather serious damage to the leg, enough to make them understand that there was an opening as they wouldn't have the intelligence to do much otherwise. As the opposing woman shot at Cinder Fall and turned her back to the nearest Labyrinth creature meant surround her, the little rat monster charged right at her back, attempting to stab the large syringe right through her right lung.

Meta-Ridley - The Pirate Vessel

Within the captain's quarters, there wasn't anything anything typical to take note of. It wasn't like the basic type of quarters with a desk, a chair and a lot of enriching decoration to demonstrate one's taste in whatever kind of art. No, this one looked more like an armory, with various replacement parts set on different sections of the walls surrounding the captain. There were also many wires scattered all around the room's floor and were all linked to a similar maintenance machine the SE hangar had. Other notable elements would be the many inscriptions written on higher portions of the walls, all of them being in Space Pirate scripture, and of course Ridley's personal escape pod designed for his morphology set at the very edge of the room. After a few verification, he felt ready for the upcoming execution of his project, not traces of nervousness present in his being. He had thought the strongest bounty hunter in his universe, after all and had went through death more than once. It wouldn't be a few ships and a juggernaut that would scare him off the assault. He gave a little more time for the soldiers to prepare as he set himself comfortably on the escape pod while still holding his red, diamond shaped artifact. No one other than Ridley actually knew what it was, but he always seemed protective of it, as if it had some mysterious value no one could know about. After a few minutes of patience, the dragon ordered the pilot to commence the assault protocol he elaborated before the beginning of the mission. With a lack of a countdown, the pod was swiftly fired toward the direction of the oblivious fleet and propelled itself with immense speed toward it. It would be long before the GFS would try to contact the pod, with no response of course, prompting them to send a couple of fighter ships to arrest the pod. As the two ships sandwiched the pod, they were both greeted with a red plasma blast that annihilated both flyers instantly while destroying the pod Ridley was in. The Cybernetic Tyrant had revealed himself to the GFS, flying at ease within space. He didn't waste a second and used the pod's speed to keep himself in a stable flight toward the big ship. The GFS crew wasn't too sure as to what they should do at first, but the obvious reply was to send reinforcements to prevent Ridley from getting closer. While more jets flew toward Ridley, the creature hurled the red item at the same direction he was flying. Upon reaching a certain distance from the planet the GFS was defending, the red artifact would glow. Indeed, the artifact was Red Phazon, a rare an refined phazon harvested by Space Pirates to create powerful tools and weapons and was usually given to the highest level of fighters. This item was preserved after the first phazon crisis and was one of the last traces of phazon in Ridley's own universe. The effects of it glowing was simple, it acted as a form of mirror for Phaaze's corrupting influence. Though not dangerous, phazon would have the nasty effect of damaging many "detectors" if too strong, such as thermal visors. The ridiculously strong presence of phazon would also nullify the GFS' detection systems for a very limited time, leaving the possibility for Ridley's crew to sneak into the mothership's cargo bay undetected within a weak, two minute window. This was Ridley's main goal, take the enemies head on and pose as a general threat himself. Sure, the GFS could notice the decoy aspect of this approach, but what could they do against a small transport ship? It would be as hard as finding an invisible needle in a hay sack if they were to try and counter any form of sneak attack on them. Ridley promptly took care of the upcoming fighter ships kinetic plasma launchers. His next goal was to reach the Mothership himself before the bigger ships mass attack him and eventually easily overpower him, but his speed was strong enough to disregard them for a brief moment.

Corporal Faures - Ridley's Pirate Ship

A rather short and gaunt man was standing as a higher ranked soldier among the men proposed to Arragoz. Faures was indeed the commanding officer of the remaining squad selected for the GFS mothership raid. He wore the typical SE space attire which would bear enough for small distance space flight and could take a few shots too. In his hands a plasma rifle any more ordinary than the rest, five plasma grenades set on hit belt and an emergency plasma pistol set adjacent to the line of explosives. He saluted his commanding agent, Arragoz, as he finished his brief, even though he had quite the hard time to understand almost anything he could say in particular. While the to other soldiers prepared themselves for the final moments, the corporal approached the menacing Ork. "Captain Arragoz, it is an honor. I am Corporal Faures and I'll be assisting you in the maneuvering of this operation. Captain Ridley had ordered us to stay on standby until the pilot gives us our final orders." He told the Ork before noticing out in the space the oddly formed escape pod being launched toward the enemy's camp. It wouldn't be too long before the Pirate cruiser would begin to shoot itself in that same direction as well, immediately setting itself cloaking device in action as it accelerated immensely toward the large ship before them. Faures gripped one of the poles near the exit they were going to take to raid the GFS ship, plasma rifle on his back. The ship had about two minutes to board the now engaged GFS mothership before it could easily pinpoint the ship and kill it before before Arragoz would even say "Gitz". Luckily for them, the pilot was no amateur, but a specifically trained space pirate used to such hostile and dangerous maneuvers. Once the cargo bay was penetrated with ease (considering most of the crew was mobilized in their combat stations), the ship landed while keeping its cloaking, immediately opening its shaft in order to release the stealth hounds. The two soldiers as well as Faures rushed out and cleared the area, a couple of GFS soldiers being caught stealthily with silenced plasma shots on the neck. It was now Arragoz's role to lead this operation to a success.

[GingerBoi123]

Jaune was launched back up into the air and back the way he came from. It was almost reverse except he landed on his back. Crocea Mors scattered across to where Blake and TailBlue were. Jaune slowly clambered up and saw the green-hair girl preparing another attack, making alarm bells ring in his head, beginning his sprint while he was standing up. Jaune's centre of gravity was too low for his preference however he had just enough time to grab Crocea Mors. Jaune planted one foot knelt infront of him and the other knee on the ground so he sort of did a bit of a skid on the passenger floor because of the momentum. He skidded infront of the girls which was where he wanted to be so he could block the attack. Jaune learnt that protecting others was just as good as protecting himself so he slammed the bottom of his shield into the ground, standing guard. "Get down and stay behind me!" He yelled as quickly as he could. The attack could be high enough to decapitate them if Blake and TailBlue still stood up.

[VitaVitaAR]

Kirisame Marisa, Client World 12262009-A(Macross)

Marisa shrugged when Kakine suggested getting back down to the ground, and as he lowered his platform, the Perfectly Ordinary Witch began to steadily lower out of the sky on her broom. As she listened to Misaka continue on, questioning Gensokyo, she couldn't help it. The girl's way of talking was still weird! It really was like she was narrating everything she did, no matter what it was and no matter what it would give away about her thought processes. It was really kinda funny, but the small blonde decided against making any comments on it. There was more interesting stuff to focus on right now. "Gensokyo's a pretty awesome place!" Marisa declared, cheerfully, "If your world has one... I think that's how this whole multiverse thingy works... you probably don't know about it!" In spite of standing sideways on her broom, the witch seemed to have maintained her balance so far. "And nah, I'm not from around here! I shot my way in, it was pretty awesome! Enough magic just gets me a nice hole through reality, long enough for me to get through! All I've gotta do to leave is shoot my way back out!"

???, Research Facility

The shot had hit. Forcing herself to her feet, the gunslinger girl pulled her injured leg along as quickly as she could, stowing her rifle on her back once more. This motion was in time for her to see the syringe-wielding creature, and interpose what remained of her prosthetic between herself and the needle. The tip of the needle bit in, but it didn't go all the way through, and the girl took this opportunity to backhand the creature as hard as she could. She needed to take this opening as fast as possible...! Reaching to her belt, the girl pulled out the one thing she felt would still be of use here. It wouldn't be aimed for either Cinder or Charlotte, though... Hooking her thumb into the pin, she tugged out out, and hurled it into the hall. It was high enough yield that it had a decent chance of collapsing the hall and keeping the machine difficult to access. It was really her only hope at this point. With that, the girl jammed her thumb down on her transporter. The coordinates were just a leap back to the nearest Yggdrasil base. She could get medical attention there. There was a noticeable flash as she vanished. The grenade would go off any second now.

[CourierSix]

Ridge came around the corner flying at incredible speeds. He didn't expect the man he was following to stick his hand out and motion for him to stop. Ridge came to a rather sudden halt, with his face inches from Superman's palm. "I am Kal-El of the Unified Multiversal Moderation Agency. You're being detained for questioning as a potential witness and or suspect to the crimes of piracy that have occurred nearby. Do you comply, or will I be forced to take action?" Ridge took a moment to consider the question. "Well, does being detained mean you'll take me somewhere with some more people? If that's a yes, then I'll def'nitely go with. I can come back here any other time," he said enthusiastically. Ridge pulled out his fob watch and looked at it briefly."Those alien dudes aren't giving ol' Superman any trouble, are they? There's still one right down there." As he said this, he pointed directly to the room where the alien was. He smiled and put away his watch, eager to see how he would handle the alien.

[Zero Hex]

Cliff listened to Hampus with a look of intense concentration, finally nodding when the guy in hooded bathrobes was done explaining his absolutely astounding plan. "My friend I've heard many a stupid plan in my life and this one is...". No, no, hold that thought. The wizard's plan wasn't pure, genuine stupid. It was close but not quite. They could carry the guy as a hostage and a human shield. That worked a lot from what he knew, maybe it was worth a try. He could just threaten to shoot him in the face when what he was now referring to as Plan Stupid failed. "...definitely not one of them. Yeah that's...that's genius alright". Cliff tried to say that with a face as straight as he could manage, putting almost all of mental faculties into keeping his poker face intact and his tone agreeable. It wasn't too bad all things considered, could work if Hampus and Our Hero were as dumb as he was starting to think they were. "Amazing plan, uh...guy. So, here you go, you grab hold of this", he handed some 4 or 5 socks tied together into a short length of rope coming from the knocked out guard to Hampus. "That way you can keep him from running away n whatnot. The man who thought of this brilliant scheme should, uuuh...get the most cover. By being right behind our hiding spot. Gotta protect them brains of yours".

[FacePunch]

Client World 102249740-D

Superman lowered his hand as Ridge came to stop mere inches from his palm. He was fast, Kal would give the stranger that - He had almost thought he had judged Ridge's speed wrong, and could have very well ended up smashing into Superman's hand if he had made a less conservative estimate based upon the amount of air Ridge had been displacing while he raced behind the UMMA agent. "Well, does being detained mean you'll take me somewhere with some more people? If that's a yes, then I'll def'nitely go with. I can come back here any other time," It took Kal-El a moment to deconstruct what the man had said. He seemed rather enthusiastic about being taken in for questioning; most people hated having to take the trek all the way back to Yggdrasil just to answer questions for a few hours, sign some paperwork, and leave. It really was dreadful, Superman had to admit. He'd dislike to have to be tied down that long. But, that was how the system worked; without the system, UMMA would be nothing more than a loosely knit conglomerate of lawless vigilantes. A look of surprise registered on Kal's face, but only for a moment. He quickly composed himself before responding to the individual."Thank's for your cooperation. It'll make things go more smoothly, I can promise you that." It was the stranger's next statement that surprised Superman the most. Not only did Ridge seem to know Kal's alias, he also seemed to know where the final alien was. Superman blinked, changing his vision type to X-ray. He followed Ridge's pointing finger; sure enough, the alien was inside that building. "Excuse me for a moment. Superman sped off in a blur of color as he moved to engage the alien. From the position his target had taken up, the pirate would be able to get a shot off as Superman entered the room. Now, that would just not do. Kal knocked down the door to the first floor of the building, and located exactly where the pirate was above him. The alien was shifting around - preparing for Superman's attack from the front. Unfortunately for the pirate, Kal wasn't planning on attacking from the doorway. Briefly, Superman began to suck air into his lungs. He only took in air for a second, though; too much and the force of his attack could cause serious injury to the target. Kal looked up, and released a burst of hurricane strength winds from his lungs. The ceiling and floorboards exploded out from underneath the pirate, who was sent flying into the air alongside a mass of debris. Supes flew up into the mess and grabbed the screaming pirate. He must have been terrified of Superman. Well, anyone in his position probably would be. The pair smashed their way through the roof of the building, Superman floating their above the wreckage for a moment, the alien pirate held in a single hand. Kal-El flew slowly down to Ridge's level again, before flicking the alien into unconsciousness with a single finger."Come on, I have to round up the other perpetrators before we can get going. Follow me, please. Kal started off at a decent pace towards the other unconscious aliens, one still held in his hand. He made sure not to go so fast that he and his new companion couldn't talk."Who are you? And how did you know who I am?" He asked the stranger. He had considered a bit more polite approach, but marked the idea as unnecessary.