**Blade Wolf - Crew galley, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir** "I see, gear in a dual purpose disguise that both hides its utility, as well as the utility of the wearer... Clever." Blade Wolf's tail snaked over to the table, snagging one of the novels on his table. Blade Wolf holds the book nearby as he asks another question. "Do you mind?" Blade Wolf looks back to Raiden. "He is still talking." If she nodded, he would place the book beside her and begin reading. The title read "Carmilla".

**Zyland Bannon- CMS Terra Nova, Fore Station** Zyland silently worked on the ShockSpace Drive that had been busted on tey journey between universes. He silently hummed along to some classic rock song from back home as he worked. He liked the fact that he now, after all this time, gets todo somethif he had actually had prior training for. It was an excellent way to relax. Isaac and Carver were handling all business elsewhere, and he got to stay safely at the rear of the ship and work. His mid went back and thought about the giant, insanely strong people they encountered on the planet. "Are there a lot of people in this universe that are that strong?" He wondered aloud. If they were th first living things they Terra Nova's crew had come into contact with since their arrival, then it was highly likely. He couldn't shake the feeling of danger looming around the corner.

**Raiden - Crew galley, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir** As Sylvester came forward and suddenly started talking to Raiden, who was desperately trying to listen to Dlanor, still having his hand raised to the side of his head. Raiden raised his other hand in a "stop" gesture to try and cut Sylvester off, but it was to late, and all he heard was:"Hey there! You must be the FOLDER, right? My name is Sylvester. I've been a member PERSONALLY since my teen years. I feel like I should welcome you three here. So, I hope you enjoy yourselves here." "Dlanor, I didn't pick that up, can you hear me? Dlanor?" Raiden's voice raised as he tried to be heard over the communicator that was uselessly ringing in an empty office. "Damn it." "Did she want me to pick it up personally?" Raiden mused to himself for a second, before looking up to Sylvester, "So, you're the veteran, is Dlanor one to make you come to her office to pick something up, and she'll ignore your further calls until you do?"

> Dio turned his head up as a notification appeared on the screen in his room. Seeing such advanced technology was a bit strange, but intriguing nevertheless. Casually glancing over the message, Dio slid a bookmark into his book before standing up and placing the book to the side. > > "Though I'd rather not fight the way I am right now... I guess it'd help to test my current strength in actual combat." he stated to himself as he left the room. Moving around the base and making his way to the hangar, Dio glanced at the time glowing dimly on a digital clock on the wall. > > "Hm. Still daylight. I won't be able to move freely outside in this state..." he said to himself as he walked around. Rapid transport at a time like this was of the utmost importance, after all. **[ Blackout: Shadow Eternity main hangar ]** As the human entered the hangar Blackout immediately did a quick scan. He could detect weapons, heartbeat, temperature distribution, pheromone excretion, and a whole other multitude of statistics. Of course, the main item he was searching for was those pesky projectile weapons. Although most of them couldn't even come close to scratching his paint, certain types of their ammunition lead to his downfall at the hands of the humans. He was strong in his conviction never to let that happen again. Such an embarrassment was unbecoming of both a Cybertronian and a member of the Decepticons. After determining there was no threat, Blackout proceeded to ignore the human. Despite some interesting differences from the humans he had seen before, it didn't have any weapons, nor did it seem to notice him. Even the second one to arrive in the area posed no immediate threat. So with no more threats evident for the moment, Blackout went back to waiting on standby. He wasn't one to take things into his own hands, and would not move without a direct order if he had to. This served the purpose of conserving energy as well as avoiding any possible repercussions from his superiors. _((Hope it's not too short, and if there are any errors please inform me))_

**Blake Belladonna - Crew galley, UMMA Vessel _Tanngrisnir_** "Not at all." Blake said to the robotic dog, moving over to make room. She looked between the dog and his friend, eyebrow raised curiously. _I wonder if they're partners?_ She made a note to ask later, and returned to her own book. She looked up a moment later, however, as another agent entered the galley, turning her cool gaze on the second white-haired man. She hadn't been with UMMA for long enough to recognise him, but he was apparently one of her seniors, and she nodded to him in greeting. "Yes, this is my first official assignment" She replied, placing the bookmark ribbon attached to her book's spine in her place and closing it in front of her. "Thank you, sir, I'll try my best."

**Blade Wolf - Crew galley, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir** Blade Wolf turned to look at Sylvester for a few moments before returning to reading. "This is superior to my previous two inductions into a new organization." He commented acknowledging Slyvester's greeting slightly.

##[Chalcedon](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75113/posts/char?page=2#post-2322931) of the Lamenters ####Planet Guisrac, Sector Tancred, Segmentum Ultima, Milky Way --- There was a sickening crunch as multiple powerful servos clenched at once to crush a Hormagaunt's skull and flatten its brain, sending foul-smelling green ichor around in an elegant circle. The thick blood splattered against Chalcedon's breastplate, dirtying the golden Imperial Aquila so proudly embossed upon it. And, as if the meted out punishment wasn't enough, the space marine, in his hatred, raised his armored leg to deliver an earth-shattering kick of many tons of force straight against the foul alien's thorax, utterly detonating it and the organ systems within into a gratuitous explosion of gore. Droplets of the death-stuff further pepper Chalcedon's power armor as they collect into a temporary mist, the foul green cloud shortly dispelled by the resuming muzzle-blasts of Chalcedon's bolter, each round fired like a lightning strike in both impact and sound. Where the bolts are going? There, on every slope of the hill where he and his company are surrounded, hundreds upon hundreds and thousands of them, an undulating mass of twitching chitin: the Tyranid swarm. "For the Emperor and Sanguinius!" Chalcedon bellowed, his voice high and mighty, overpowering even the ugly wail of total war. "Death! **DEATH!**" This was met by a chorus of hurrahs by his squad and other members of the 5th Company. There they were, valiant paladins, heroes and giants fending off the monsters of this unforgiving, forsaken Universe. One hundred of them, Space Marines of which there are only one per planet under the unwavering rule of the Imperium. One hundred super-soldiers, one hundred noble knights, one hundred Angels of Death. Young demigods in power armor, unmatched in war and deadly with bolter and chainsword. But not enough. Not against a foe that fears nothing, not against a foe that is numberless. Not against the Great Devourer, whose hunger makes even the stars quake. Poets and artists glorify war and aggrandize and romanticize the deeds of armed forces of the Imperium. Odes and ballads and paintings and sculptures, all great, all together so innumerable and make up a great part of human culture. Ah, were it that halos crown the heads of Astartes always, were it that a diegetic but untouchable and invisible orchestra were there to give music and order to the churning carnage of battle. Were it that the angels of beyond were truly watching these earthly angels of death as witnesses to their glorious end. Were it that dying here wasn't so horrible and _lonely_, maybe Chalcedon would feel better about all of this. Because no-one outside of the 5th Company, knows at all what is happening to the 5th Company. The red lights and clicks of protests of Squad Julius' heavy bolters mean that they have run out of ammunition. Their bolters and bolt pistols simply do not have the firepower of their larger siblings to cover their area of jurisdiction. They are overwhelmed without mercy, alien talons, after much struggle, breaching their power armor and goring them. "Glory!" yelled Urzhk, the company chaplain, his face unreadable through the ghastly visage of his skull mask. "Glory! We all die in **GLORY!**" If only that were true. "For those we cherish!" the company yelled in unison. Were it that they were truly dying in glory. One by one do they die. Angels of Death ironically falling into death's embrace, souls leaving their powerful earthly vessels to enter an afterlife where they are actually weak. The venerable dreadnought Damocles finally met his end against a combined and concentrated barrage of Warrior-brood cannon fire. Too wounded to live, yet too precious to die, it was today when his walking tomb, the only thing keeping him alive, was breached, and he, as a consequence, died alongside its power systems. His grey meat, though of low quality, was biomass all the same, and the Tyranids would consume it like they did everything else. "For those I cherish," Chalcedon repeated the battle-cry, as the horde swelled up towards him from below. The death-wails of an entire company of Astartes are loud and obviously noticeable. But it matters little when nobody is there to hear it. "I die in glory!" Struck by the explosive psychic bolt of a Tyranid Zoanthrope, Chalcedon died forgettably. Or did he really perish? --- ####Client World 576143290-B --- At the crest of a random, sandy dune, there lay Chalcedon seemingly staring against the sun. One could not tell through the thick armourcrys lenses of his helm, but his eyes shot out open, bright and active, almost immediately after he had regained his consciousness. Standing up with speed not befitting his bulkiness and beholding the greenery of the savage jungle gone in place of a desert landscape, he took a few moments to heft his bolter up and, working with his autosenses, scanned his environment for potential threats. His autosenses tagged the four figures in the shadow of a rather misplaced towering structure in the distance about a millisecond before his eyes did. Hundreds of meters away, Chalcedon wondered what or who they were: one question amongst a hundred – where was he? What is this place? If he was not being led to the Emperor's Palace, or joining the paladins of the Legion of the Damned, those glorious Astartes who fight even beyond death, then what was this place? Purgatory? Was he even dead? He was struck down not even a minute ago and he knew it; if he had yet to die but was still conscious, then by now, he would be staring at Apothecary Capet's grim visage as he worked on his wounds. But Capet wasn't there, and neither was the rest of 5th Company. He was certain he was alive; hell, his HUD says he still was, and also that his blood-splattered armor hadn't been breached. Was he suddenly transported somewhere else, however reeking of fantasy that situation may be? Since the Zoanthrope used the Warp as its energy source for its blows, then did he suffer at this point the bad luck his chapter was infamous for, being teleported across space and time to some backwater desert world? So many questions, but he had no answers to any of them. But perhaps those figures in the distance might lend him some clues. Two women, one man, one unknown. Five hundred meters away. Tagged, and possibly hostile. Bringing his bolter up to his cheek, he began to walk towards them, his massive weight sending ripples through the sand and throwing it up in little clouds dispersed continually into nothingness by a concurrent light breeze. When the distance was small enough that he could identify their being human, Chalcedon lowered the muzzle of his weapon in a relaxed stance. The thousand-kilogram, eight-foot-five-inch goliath cast out his voice as his footfalls were thuds that vibrated the very air: **"Hail,"** a curt greeting that belied little emotion through the mechanical modulation of his helm's vox-caster.

# Bjorn the Fell-Handed - Cargo Bay, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir Bjorns senses slowly awoke as his metal body began to power up. The great beast surveyed his surroundings "Wha... Where..." he looked towards his shoulder "Not more Wolf crap..." he groaned as he spotted a solid gold picture of a Wolf adorning the wolf pelt he had draped over his shoulder. "One millenium, I'm going to wake up early and adorn that priests face with wolf icons." he grumbled as he took several steps forwards. His engine roared loudly and smoke billowed up towards the ceiling. Where was he? He was surrounded by crates... This was not The Fang. He looked at the steel walls... This was a space ship of some description, and from the amount of crates, he guessed the ammo dump or a storage area. He looked to his right to see his new arm, his old Assault Cannon now replaced by a Helfrost cannon. "Well, at least they did something worthwhile." he grumbled. Stomping forwards and along the corridor of crates. He would have to find a way out of this maze and, with any luck, find something that wasn't a Space Wolves member to ask what was happening. Fortunately for him, he was about to set off an alarm and bring people running. The smoke that his engine produced set off the fire alarm, which began wailing. Bjorn grumbled as he stomped forward. Trying to figure out the route of this was difficult enough with a siren going off.

## Charlotte - Shadow Entity's Dining Hall **Munch, munch, munch.** The dark hallways of Shadow Entity's lair were lit by the thin but powerful halo emanating from the semi-closed door leading to the dining room. The room itself was completely illuminated by the giant chandelier in the very center of the ceiling while lit candles were spread all over the refined furniture. An endless noise of crunches could be heard from that very area and echoed throughout the large base. Charlotte was the only living being inside the room, surrounded by what appeared to be sweets, fresh bakeries straight from the kitchen. The little critter had went on a rampage of consumption, eating cake slice after cake slice without ever considering a limit. "**Raspberry Pie! Hot!**" She screamed as the piece of pie she had dug her bizarre teeth into was extremely hot and steaming. This prompted her to throw it in the air and have it land on the floor. Speaking of which, crumbs and half eaten foods were lying all over the table and floor, as if a small child had came across the table and didn't have a spoon or fork in its disposition. The unceasing massacre of fresh cuisine was halted as the little witch heard footsteps coming from one of the nearby hallways. It hopped off the now awfully stained table and proceeded to skip around through the corresponding corridors, attracted by the noise the footsteps were causing. Through this little adventure, she had stepped in the gloomy hangar engulfed in darkness. She couldn't see much, so she performed a slight jump to the right, landing her small body on the light switch. Many lights had activated in response to this, the largest machines being directly illuminated. She fell back down on her face and noticed Dio nearby. "**Dio! Dio! Your hair stole my cheese! Cheeeeeese!**" She stayed on the floor, fussing around like a child as she tried to get Dio to come closer so she could eat hit blond hair. Yes, his hair reminded her of Cheese. --- ## Meta-Ridley - Awakened in the Shadow Entity's hangar As Charlotte had illuminated the more obscure parts of the hangar, the great Space Pirate leader, Ridley, had awoken from its previous maintenance. At the far end of the hangar, directly shined by a large circle of light, the cyborg alien dragon was plugged to many machines destined to "clean" the creature's systems and allow it to rest. Being nearly 85% robot, Ridley was obligated to perform machine-like rituals to keep its systems in check, something it had the time to get used to after all its encounters with the Bounty Hunter. Deep in its mind, it remembered the hunter Samus Aran, the only one who had managed to defeat it more than once, and no matter how strong it got. It hated humans because of her, and dreamed of annihilating them all if he had the absolute power to. However, in his current state, he had no choice by to ally himself to an organization that wasn't above hiring humans to do the job. He knew his place in the organization, and he believed firmly that he was among the elite fighters, although as a leader his ego was always brought to the position of leadership, bringing him to always consider himself as something superior. Without saying a word, it used both its legs to step out of the system it was linked to, ripping out the large cords bounded to him. Its eyes were not really opened yet and its beak kept facing the floor. It would only be after a few more screeching twists of its articulations that its orange, plasma charged eyes glared directly toward the blond man who had entered the room not too long ago. The invisible pupils in the heated eyesockets ventured from left to right, scanning both Charlotte's figure and the bizarre Helicopter's. The scans were conclusive, they were indeed his "colleagues". Standing stiff and straight, he finally stretched out his wings. Proportionally to his near 8m height, the wings were as large as one would expect. "**Dio Brando. Why have you brought that creature with you?**" Ridley's raspy and mechanized voice was loud and was designed to intimidate those who were already frightened by his size. He was referring to Charlotte and seemed rather irritated that her little shenanigans woke him up earlier than expected. But he was wise enough to know that blaming something like Charlotte was pointless in every way.

**Nono (AKA Buster Machine #7) - Yggdrasil** Nono hummed to herself as she wiped down tables in the giant bastion of the UMMA that was Yggdrasil. She didn't need to be doing that, of course, but she chose to do so of her own free will, and no one wanted to argue with the android that had flat out teleported a black hole as her last act before winding up in the multiverse. For her part, it reminded her of an earlier time, when she was with the Fraternity, where she had done similar things. It was familiar, and that she could live with. Of course, that wasn't to say that she didn't get lonely at times, or miss Lal'c, but since arriving here, she'd like to think that she had adapted. Her mission back on Earth was over, and now she could dedicate herself to protecting humanity on a wider front, from the forces of the Shadow Eternity and whatever they were planning. It was quite a different scale, but she'd met interesting people, and she was confident that she would defeat them and make Nonoriri proud. Finishing the last table, she nodded with a satisfied smile as her hands rested on her hips, satisfied. She put the cleaning supplies away before moving off to find something else to do. Perhaps laundry. It seemed like a reasonable thing to do, except for the times when she managed to break something clean in two, but such occurrences had reduced since her memories as a Buster Machine had returned. She was the same girl, she just had confidence of self now. Moving along, she spotted a blond figure in a black suit moving along one of the side corridors. It brought Nono to a halt as she quickly recognized who it was, and moved after them at a run. "Onee-sama," she called, waving, as she caught up to Saber, the older girl that Nono had practically attached herself to, much like she had with Lal'c in the past. Not that it was the same, and Lal'c would always have a special place in Nono's heart, but she needed friends here as well, and Saber, who was similar to her in a lot of ways, fit perfectly into that. Whether Saber actually approved or not just happened to be a pesky detail that Nono ignored. "Onee-sama!" At last catching up, Non fell into step with Saber, exuberant and energetic as ever. "So, are we doing anything interesting today? I mean, I'm happy to help out any way I can, since there isn't much else to do around here." She looked to her 'older sister', waiting to hear what sort of agenda she had today. --- **Cinder Fall - Shadow Eternity HQ ** Heels clicked on metal as Cinder Fall prowled the halls of the Shadow Eternity headquarters, taking in the metallic tinged air, the variable lighting, a hundred different sensations. She wore a near constant smirk to go with her blackish dress, letting the slight chill in the air cool her Dust infused form as she prowled along. No solid destination in mind, she was on the lookout for one particular person, whos help she needed at the moment. As always, she felt herself slightly marveled by where she was. an entire multiverse, thousands upon thousands of universes, an amount enough to boggle the mind. And here she was, working to make it her own, to claim it as her own. Well, after a fashion. But such things were better left kept to herself. No doubt the rest of the organization wouldn't approve if they knew her end goals. But in spite of that she was driven with certainty of purpose. She saw the truth, knew the way forward, and she would not be denied. not by Beacon, or the UMMA, or even her own allies if it came down to it. She would succeed, one way or another. Moving along, the sound of commotion began to be heard from further up ahead, quickly resolving itself into something familiar, and Cinder had to withhold a sigh. Yes, that was who she was looking for alright, and as usual things were never quiet. It was something she was used to by now. That in mind, she proceeded forward to the source of the confusion. Arriving in the hangar, she saw many of the Shadow Eternity members gathered there, the large sentient robot and the strange dragon creature, the armored man, the vampire, and most importantly of all, the Witch currently fussing about on the floor, Charlotte, the one Cinder had come to find. Her relationship with the Witch was....strange, to say the least. At least from her perspective. She was familiar with the concept of Witches, them existing on Remnant, but Charlotte was a different kind of Witch, at least from the descriptions she got. In Remnant, her Witches were out in the open, hunting or hiding, spawning more Grimm to assault humanity, which was apparently not so in her world. And they did not produce Dust when they were vanquished either. Strange, indeed, and yet there was something of a bond, since Cinder had infused herself with Dust, which was produced by Witches, making them almost....sisters, in a sense. Which didn't change the fact that Cinder still despised Witches, but she didn't let the creature know that. She was too useful after all. Stepping inside the room, Cinder walked up to Charlotte, smirk shifting to something of a warm smile. "Charlotte, leave the poor vampire alone," she said with a slightly chiding, but placating tone. "I need your help with something important."

## Charlotte - In the Hangar "**Ridley! Get the cheese for me pleeeeaaaaaase!**" Charlotte's ceaseless tantrum of quirkiness would be quickly interrupted by another female's entrance in the area. It was obvious that those who knew how things worked around were also aware of Charlotte's pesky mannerisms, and she would often be ignored by others such as Meta-Ridley. But even she knew this, and it never stopped her from pestering anything for the sake of whatever she had in mind. Cinder Fall, however, gave her some attention for reasons Charlotte didn't know. Not that she really asked herself the question too many times, but free attention was always welcomed. The little doll witch stood up on its tiny feet and stared up at the young woman's smirking face. Charlotte appeared as silly as she would always be, her regular rows of sharp teeth always leaving gap as though she was somewhat limited in her mind. "**Cinder Jump?! What do you need me for?! Are you looking for cheese too?!!!!!**" She got herself and worked up and started running in circle's around the other Semi-witch's feet. At least she was enthusiastic about anything without having to motivate her, right?

**Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B** The opening of the portal was a surprise, and immediately Black Rock Shooter's arm snapped up as the blue light gathered to form her cannon once more as the figure emerged from it. It was a man, insofar as she could tell, clad in full armor that obscured even his face, carrying a strange-looking lance. He had appeared astride a motorcycle of some sort, as well. She looked up at him, cannon at the ready... and then he spoke, simply asserting that he must not be in some place called 'Zawame'. Black Rock Shooter paused for a moment... and the Rock Cannon slowly lowered. She did not dismiss it this time, however. While he did not appear to intend to attack, this time she felt the pressing need to keep it at the ready. Something felt wrong in this place, but she wasn't sure what. Especially that digsite... something from that direction did not feel right. Of course, it didn't have any relevance to her retrieval of Dead Master, so she hardly intended to investigate. And then, this time, she felt the newcomer's approach before she head it, snapping around swiftly in time to see the hulking armored figure approach, weapon in hand. But he, too, lowered it, and attempted to greet them. Black Rock paused for a moment, somewhat wary of the newcomer. He did, after all, have blood splattered across his armor, which was certainly not anything inviting. "... You do not shoot, I will not," she said, simply. Something none of them had seen yet was the digsite. The drill was enormous, and had clearly been put to use, digging into the stone beneath the sand. However, the crew who had run it was seemingly entirely gone. Where were they? --- **Saber - Agent-Only Hallways, Yggdrasil** "Ah..." Saber hesitated. This girl, Nono... The blonde knight was simply entirely unsure of how to react to her at times. She was filled with energy and exuberance, and had so attached herself to Saber that the King of Knights was truly unaware of if she should approve or disapprove. For a moment after the mechanical girl fell into step alongside her, Saber simply fell into silence. She was not used to anyone treating her in quite this way. Even far in the past, where she was looked to as King, it was not in this fashion. The respectful Japanese 'Onee-sama' was something she had never heard applied to her before, to say the least. As Saber knew Japanese due to her nature and summoning, the translation device was inactive, and yet having the title applied to her was somewhat strange. It was used to declare respect and admiration for an older female then oneself... Finally, Saber opened her mouth. She had to respond in some way, after all, even though the treatment still felt so very unsual to the Servant. "I... do not have any assignments as of now," she began. "I'm on-station in order to be ready in case of Shadow Eternity activity, but as of now there is no direct assignment. I was intending to visit the restaurant district until I was given an assignment." Ah, yes, Yggdrasil's restaurant district... Yggdrasil was, after all, not only composed of official UMMA business. There was a thriving civilian quarter as well. And the restaurants... Oh, so much amazing food, Saber's eyes practically shone as thoughts of the delicious meals coursed through her mind... --- **Dlanor A. Knox, Inquisitor of Heaven - Mess Hall, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir** Dlanor strode through the halls, and emerged into the mess hall. There was a gaggle of UMMA officers, including Raiden himself, as well as Belladonna, and Simmons. Dlanor took the folder from under one arm and approached. Somewhat amusingly, although she would hardly be the one to notice it or point it out, Dlanor was both the smallest and the youngest-looking of the present agents, appearing to be a child in spite of being far older. Unlike other such people, Dlanor often acknowledged this fact in an effort to defend the constant presence of various sweets in her office. "The briefing document is HERE," she began as she approached. "I retain copies of all such documents as NECESSARY. But it is important to recall this information YOURSELF." Still, she offered the documents to Raiden... And then there was a whining over the ship's communications, and a voice spoke up over them. --- **Chiester Sisters - Weapons and Communications, UMMA Vessel _Tanngrisnir_** Far below Dlanor, in a chamber located on the underbelly of the ship, sat the weapons and communications center. It had a somewhat... unique crew. [Chiester 00](http://images.wikia.com/umineko/images/7/78/Siesta00.png) sat behind her fellow Chiester Sisters. She kept calm. She didn't have the best composition, but she conducted herself calmly. At the moment, she sat in place and regarded her subordinates. [Chiester 410](http://images.wikia.com/umineko/images/3/3e/Siesta_410_2.png) and [Chiester 45](http://images.wikia.com/umineko/images/a/a7/Siesta451.png) sat before her, each carefully regarding several sets of screens portraying the void outside in a variety of different ways. At least, until Chiester 45 went rigid. "Ah, there's... there's... a... small fire in the cargo hold...?" For a few moments, she stared at what she was seeing on-screen in confusion. The other two rabbit-eared soldiers peered at her screen. It certainly seemed to be the case to them. The ship's response system was already active, sprinklers preparing to put out the fire, but it was recommended that crew report to the cargo hold to ensure the damage was minimal. They couldn't go getting the passengers panicked, though... "Er... sh-should I..." 410 abrupting leaned on 45's head, causing the pink-eared girl to let out a yelp. "Nyeh, whaddaya think? Silly 45, it's a damn fire, call the crew!" 00 simply nodded. It was the appropriate course of action. "W-wah... r-right..." And so, the voice over the intercom spoke. "This... th-this is Weapons and Communications officer Chiester-45. We have a Code... a-ah, wh-what was it... o-oh right, a code nine-five-six-four-F in the Cargo Hold. All available crew members, please respond." Needless to say, there was a bustle as crew members quickly hurried to put out what they thought was a fire. This bustle left an opening... as a figure in a dark suit followed, vanishing into the UMMA-staff-only areas of the ship. They had a distinct purpose here.

**Daijuji Kuzaku - Firing Range, Yggdrasil** Shots rang out through the range, accompanied by the splintering of wooden targets. These were not the sounds of ordinary bullets being fired from ordinary guns, however. Twin spell cannons released their magical fury on wholly undeserving targets, their otherworldly roars echoing in the mostly-empty ranges. Shot after shot, Kuzaku, the young man known throughout several universes as the sorcerous knight "Two Sword/Two Gun," annihilated the man-sized targets one after another. As he prepared for the next salvo of rounds, he sighed and placed his guns down on the range barrier. This really didn't cut it for him. He needed to be out in the field, bringing real justice to real evildoers. Sure, the 2500 meter range he had the targets set to helped him keep up his proficiency, but it was a poor substitute for practice in the field. Feeling dissatisfied, he dispelled Cthugha and Ithaqua. The smell of phlogiston was heavy in the air, and likely clung to his clothes. Regardless, he needed a walk to clear his thoughts. All of this waiting around was killing him. Kuzaku set out through the halls of Yggdrasil, his long, silver braid swaying as he walked. He deeply pondered his purpose in this organization that had inducted him after he had become lost through the Gate of Yog-Sothoth, and his continued quest to travel back in time to meet his father. However, in his pondering he nearly bumped into two other agents, with whom he was quite familiar. Both women, their appearances suggesting that they were near his age, known as Saber and Nono. Saber intrigued Kuzaku greatly, as he considered her a kindred spirit, a true knight and master of the sword. He secretly wished to duel her, if only to test his prowess against such a powerful warrior. The other he had seen in battle only once, but her astounding power reminded him distinctly of Metatron, the Angel of Hope, one of his father's old allies. Kuzaku adjusted his braid slightly and bowed to his respected allies. "Well met, ladies, I am glad to see you are both in good health. I'm quite idle at the moment, is there anything I could assist you with?" --- Darkness. Just like back then. No presence. No energy. Just the lack thereof. Darkness. A hole in reality. An all-consuming entity. Not an oddity, an aberration, a spirit or a demon. Darkness. It had found her again. At last. And she had not escaped. 時 宙 時 宙 時 宙 時 宙 **KISS-SHOT ETERNITY : 01** Falling through the skies of a world unknown, was a woman. Some of a woman, actually. When she had appeared in the supper atmosphere, she was little more than a few drops of blood, some muscle tissue, and a splinter of bone. After falling for about ten minutes, that much matter had regenerated into the upper half of a beautiful, blonde-haired woman, unconscious and in freefall over an alien planet. The rest of her was still gradually regenerating, first bones, then nerves, muscles, fats, skin, stockings, a dress, and high heels. By the time she hit the planet's surface, creating a substantial crater with her impact, she had healed completely, and was fully dressed at that. Long, fair eyelashes fluttered as she rose into consciousness, picking herself up from the ground. Instinctively, she could tell that this world was not her own. It was barren, and she sensed things that she did not understand. And yet she was not disappearing, as she had in the frozen wastes of the South Pole. Emerging from her crater, she spotted several figures a short distance away, standing in the shadow of a massive structure. Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade called out to them. "You there! Harken unto me! What manner of weird place is this?"

**[ Blackout: Shadow Eternity main hangar ]** Blackout observed the lights activate, illuminating the alien creature that was with him already. He had known it was there, but in the interest of not killing it he chose to ignore it. The part machine part organic *abomination* began to stir as the small humanoid thing turned on the lights. He cursed the newcomer to the darkest corner of the pit. To a cybertronian, the mixing of metal and flesh was disgusting. It’s why that pretender was not very well liked on the Nemesis crew. The tiny creature seemed to use an organic skin over its cybertronian body in order to infiltrate the human governments. At least it was more machine than organic. That was the only reason he wasn’t killing that thing at the moment. Well, that and killing comrades, while acceptable in the Decepticon ranks, was less acceptable in the organization he found himself currently. A pity, as he’d love to strip off the organic parts of that machine. Remove the anomaly from his presence, and return the flesh and metal to the segregation that it should have. As more seemed to be attracted to the hangar, Blackout internally sighed. He had hoped that it would remain relatively empty, but that seemed to be nothing more than a fleeting memory now. With the hangar currently fully lit, the massive helicopter still was the largest object in the room. Based on the creature’s actions, Blackout measured it to be around 8 meters. Such a height was impressive for a partially organic creature, a little bit taller than his comrade, Brawl. Of course, his height doubled when he transformed, so he'd still be the largest being by far if he wanted. Although he would never admit it, he took great pride in that fact. He was representing the cybertronian race after all.

**Raiden and Blade Wolf - Crew galley, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir** "Right, thanks, I'll try and pay more attention next time." Raiden gratefully took the document in his hands. It took all of .89 seconds for him to finish reading it, his cybernetic eye quickly identifying and recording the data. Then the alarm started. "WOLF! Analyze the data for me!" Raiden and Wolf were in motion for the door before 45 finished the syllable "Ah". "Confirmed, target located. Sending you route, camera, and comm data." Blade Wolf bounded alongside Raiden as they slammed down the corridors at speeds that made bullet trains sad. Gouge marks were left in the floor. "Unauthorized entrant, identify yourself!" Raiden's voice demanded over a nearby PA device at Bjorn, before 410 had finished talking to 45. Raiden was on the scene staring down Bjorn, blade drawn, Blade Wolf at his side, before 45 had finished saying "This" on the intercom.

**Nono - Agent-Only Hallways, Yggdrasil** If Nono was aware of the mixed feelings that Saber had regarding the status she had been given, she didn't voice any reaction to that. After all, if she were to be honest, Nono was several thousand years old. Not really a contest that one wanted to get into. So she gave the knight a moment to collect herself and come up with some sort of answer, the pink haired android proceeding alongside her at a matching pace. Given her personal opinion, it was no more of a worry than when Lal'c did the same thing. And she managed to keep from going down memory lane as she finally received an answer. "Alright," she replied, noting the slightly dazed expression that her 'older sister' got at the same time, which prompted a grin from the android as they proceeded along. "That sounds like a fun." Sure, it wasn't fighting bad guys or stuff like that, but it would do She'd been a waitress after all, and getting the chance for new experiences was well worth it. At that point they were approached then by one of their colleagues, and Nono directed her attention as he spoke to them. Now, Kuzaku, that was the pilot she'd been looking for. He reminded her of Niccola, with some slight differences. If Saber was her 'older sister', he fit the role of 'older brother' pretty well, though she didn't say as much. After all, Nonoriri hadn't flown with a male pilot. Leaving aside the mention of health, Nono bowed respectfully in return. "Thank you, but I don't need any help right now. Me and onee-sama were about to go to the restaurant district." She'd leave it to Saber whether to invite him to come along or not, since it wa sher idea to go to there in the first place. --- **Cinder Fall - Shadow Eternity HQ Hangar** Cinder repressed a mental grimace as Charlotte spun about to look at her, energetic and with a deceptively cute appearance that might have even slightly tricked her if she didn't know what was beyond it. Which didn't make her antics any less annoying, but that was something she had to tolerate in order to secure the Witches assistance. For all her eccentricity, she was effective after all. She shook her head then. "Not this time," she told Charlotte, to at least imagined disappointment, but that she could live with. As long as she got what she wanted. "I need your help to collect some things for a project of mine. They're not easy to get though, and the UMMA will probably try to stop us." Considering the kind of stuff that she was going after, there was a good possibility of that. "And we don't want that, right?" Sometimes, she just wanted to burn everything to the ground, but for now, she was grateful that her allies were so easy to use. It made things that much simpler.

# Bjorn The Fell-Handed Bjorn ploded along cargo hold, as soon as the cybornetic ninja appeared with his dog. Bjorn stared at it for a second "And what is a dog of the Inquisition doing here?" he asked "Let me guess, you're finally sending me back to war? I can't say i'm not greatful for that, but we both know that I can't stand you people. I suppose the Emperor tests me with your presence" he said. "By the Emperor, even those Russ loving jerks would be better than having to share a ship with you assholes. I'm going to find a Drop Pod, do me a favour and drop me on an Ork infested world, then tell the Space Wolves where I am, they're probably eating one another if they know i'm not there." He turned to walk away, but then looked back at the assassin "And if you're Inquisitor is a woman, tell her to meet me at the Drop Pods... If not, then tell him to bite me." he turned and plodded away down another lane of crates, trying to find the drop pods.

## Charlotte - Shadow Entity's Hangar The small creature's expression melted into an exaggerated frown as it stopped running around. The sad news brought by Cinder was that cheese wasn't of any concern to the mission at hand, which demotivated the Witch more than one would expect. She suddenly sat on the floor, letting bubbles containing random images of... Things, such as a lamp, a shrimp or even Neopolitan's psychopathic face. They meant nothing, they were just the side effects of her witch form. But as Cinder Fall briefed her on what she wanted Charlotte to do, the term "UMMA" sparked the small doll's interest. A sudden glimmer of hope had befallen the critter's face as it stared back up at the semi-witch. Hopping back on her feet she performed a high jump to land on her colleague's shoulder. "**Cinder, you and I will take down UMMA with your magical projects! When UMMA is gone the cheese will be free! Boss told me that.**" Her hopes were definitely up once more, but that was because of Shadow Entity's manipulation of Charlotte's mind. She had nothing of a cruel villain, if anything she was the most innocent being that's aware of the multiverse. But it wouldn't be a surprise that such a naive soul would be manipulated by the most deceitful of monsters the endless possibilities could offer. "**Go Cinder, go! Before we turn into cheese!**"

"Aw man, this is like the first day at Beacon." Jaune said to himself, unsurprisingly lost in a new place yet again. It was hard to join the UMMA compared to how easy his friends had made it but with perseverance and some help from Team JNPR and RWBY he finally got in. A huge relief allowing him to carry on his duty as hunter in new places. Jaune wandered the corridors of the ship UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir aimlessly, hoping he would find anyone he knew even if he could just tag along. He passed a sign that read Crew Gallery and figured someone might be there, sure enough Blake was there... and uhhh a metal man, and a metal dog. "Uhhh, hi?" He said as he peered round the door of the Crew Gallery. He walked through and walked behind Blake to peer from afar at the words on the page. "What you reading?" He asked, trying not to be distracted by a metal man and Gizmo the mechanical dog to his left but now the alarm went off and everyone were in state of distress so Jaune simply followed Blake out of the room and to wherever the hell she was going

**Raiden and Blade Wolf - Storage Hold, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir** "Who the hell is the Emperor or the Inquisition?" Raiden barked back at Bjorn. "If you don't identify yourself, I will disable you." Short, terse, and with a glinting blade. *Raiden, perhaps this is another unfortunate dimensional fugitive?* Blade Wolf was far more at ease. Still tensed for action, but he did not seem to view Bjorn as a threat. Or at least he wanted to make sure. On their personal comms, he sent a message of caution. *If we believe every stowaway on one of our vessels is a dimensional drifter, then the S.E. will be able to slip right through our defenses!* Raiden had a more stern approach.