[IC] Massive Multiversal Crossover

[VitaVitaAR]

UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir Civilian Cargo Hold The guns did not react in any way. No, it seemed that they had been entirely disabled. A swift systems check at the bridge indicated the infection had rapidly been contained, locked down by the ship's internal firewalls. For the sake of the civilian passengers, the order was kept in mind but put on hold. They couldn't do something like that without endangering the passengers and for the moment it was completely contained. The robots were swift to react as one of their number fell to the ground, smoking with its head removed cleanly. The others turned and opened fire as he passed the first, but it was not particularly difficult to deflect their fire. It was rather clear that they were, indeed, some kind of distraction. --- Crew Corridor, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir The exceptionally foul-mouthed man was silenced rather swiftly. When Blake asked for advice, hurried communications came almost immediately. "We have... we have unidentified heat signatures outside the civilian passenger areas! The intruders are using some form of teleportation! Report immediately and stop them from attacking civilians!" --- Dlanor A. Knox, Inquisitor of Heaven - Cargo Hold, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir As Dlanor headed through the corridors, she paused for a moment when she arrived to see a pair of massive wolves, and a girl who appeared a few years older than herself with a wolf-like pair of ears and a tail. She quietly nodded in the girl's direction before stepping forward swiftly. This situation had to be dealt with using as much speed as was possible. "The intruders appeared in the cargo hold, RUSS," she began, looking to the girl as she walked along beside her. The assistance of the massive mechanical being was not unwelcome, it was a blessing that the hallways were capable of expanding and contracting when larger figures where introduced to it. "However, it is a distraction based on Raiden's REPORT. We must ensure the safety of the PASSENGERS." Dlanor turned around... and a light flashed behind her as a man shrouded entirely in dark clothing appeared behind her. Dlanor didn't expect something like this, to say the least. How had he gotten here so fast? Were they using a teleportation system? Only his eyes were visible, and for the briefest moment he looked stunned at where he had appeared... before ramming a short blade directly into Dlanor's chest as she turned. Blood dripped down the blade as he swiftly withdrew it, preparing to flee... Until he saw Dlanor's expression. She did not show pain, no, her eyes were wild, wide, her mouth open to show a manic grin. This insignificant wound was nothing to her, nothing at all! "Attempted murder of an Inquisitor of HEAVEN?" The Red Key flashed, and the man fell in two. "Punishable by DEATH." As the two halves of the man fell, further lights materialized, as similarly-garbed men appeared, with absolutely no idea what they were in for.

[Savato]

Meta-Ridley - Pirate Vessel

The ship's captain was finalizing the preparations for the upcoming journey, the multiple monitors surrounding him indicated the status of every compartment in the large ship he would be maneuvering in a few moments. The foot soldiers appeared to have been briefed correctly by one of the higher level sergeants Shadow Eternity contently offered the dragon. Within the troops there were a few new recruits sent here to prove their worth, as would any new recruit the leader would have doubts on. As for the Ork who was recognized as a higher potential already, he had already taken the freedom to roam in the control area where Ridley was supervising. "There will be space marines. But first, we have to set course for this universe's earth." He clicked on a switch integrated on a monitor before him, causing the machine to transmit the coordinates to the pilot as well as Medic. He also made sure to deactivate Arragoz's terminal in anticipation of an inevitable forced landing. While the crew seemed to be ready, save for a few trying to find certain stations they would be assigned to, Hisoka wasn't around. Ridley wasn't too happy about this, but he had no choice but to leave the area and let Hisako's Gum Elastic do the job with the receptor. The propellers were fully charged and the ship maneuvered itself to face the hangar's exist. The pilot momentarily activated the speakers to warn the passengers. "Takeoff is imminent in 3, 2, 1." All of a sudden, every being in the ship would feel the immediate increase in speed of the ship flying forward then upward, all those who were not seated and buckled were more than likely to be thrown in multiple directions. As the vessel stabilized itself, the portal system used by SE had activated, transporting the ship through a tunnel-like dimensional hole where turbulence were as common as pigeons in a large city. However the transition was quick, as the ship entered the universe where the Raccoon city incident had occurred in planet Earth, and that very event lead to many more which held something Ridley and his associates desired very much so. As the ship casually cruised through space, being still at a fair distance from the Sol System, the captain of the ship promptly took the inter-phone's control. "This is your captain speaking. First of all I'd like to welcome newcomers to what will most likely be where they die. For the rest, I hope you're used to the mess. Today we will be visiting the great anomaly known as Earth. For many a familiar home, for others a place of great mysteries. As some may know already, this mission is divided into two parts. Three quarters of the crew will follow Medic in Siberia in order to locate our VIP, Derek Simmons." As the name was uttered, the many screens scattered around the ship as well as the personal communication devices wielded by all members of SE indicated all the information gathered about Simmons. Most of it included pictures of him and his past as a politician, but the smaller details talked about Umbrella, and his very own version known as Neo-Umbrella. The man's last whereabouts indicated he would be in the old Umbrella's remaining facility. "I expect new recruits to show their worth in this rather... Simplistic mission. Medic will carry out the objectives accordingly. As for the rest, they will remain with Arragoz and I for we will soon tackle head on a Galactic Federations fleet accompanied by UMMA's security force. The most apt in combat and head on attackers will remain in the ship. Your attributed superior will handle your orientation." Announced the creature with the always so raspy voice and threatening tone. Indeed, he was going to send the most medically apt individual of the entire organization to handle the C-Virus as well as locating the Updated version of the Red Queen AI Simmons had apparently prepared for his new organization. The lower ranked soldiers were kept to a bare minimum of information, but they would eventually be briefed. They were nearing the solar system, and the soldiers had enough time to get ready as well as Medic. They were to fit in the multiple annexed carrier ships attached to the large vessel.

Charlotte - Research Facility

Charlotte nodded to what Cinder had replied to the young woman before the two, as if she had already forgotten the lack of care her partner expressed a few seconds ago. There wasn't even an ounce of preoccupation on Charlotte's well being, but Charlotte's attention was too vulnerable for her to actually hold a grudge against someone for such a thing. She had already forgotten and only focused on the girl who just hurt her for no apparent reason. "Yeah don't mess with us! And don't talk to Cinder like that! She's not a creature, she's just a bit ugly~ But we're all different~" She responded as a big bubble displaying a Stunfisk farting on Accelerator big enough to cloud half the projectiles thrown by Cinder Fall, only to have them pierce that weird balloon as they were at point blank on the young girl. Though this ability was out of Charlotte's control, one could easily guess that it often manifested when Charlotte got worked up are was left in awe before something. Either way, as Cinder started her attack, Charlotte little rat-like minions charged from under, attacking the young lady's legs with large syringes as they bounced over and over to move faster. There were currently two, but one could see a wave of 5-6 coming through the ruined corridor they had taken. They were very easy to defeat or even push away, but the needles would still be dangerous for someone who couldn't afford too much damage. Meanwhile, Charlotte had stood up completely in the middle of the action and walked slowly toward the young assailant's last position, one step after another. The more she walked, the more others would notice the area fusing, more or less, with Charlotte's maze as chocolate chip cookies glued themselves on walls and doorways, waterfalls of melted chocolate were created at the corners of rooms. There was also the appearance of multiple big bottles filled with random pills surrounding the area.

[Raineh Daze]

UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir

It seemed that ensuring the safety of the passengers was going to be a pretty easy thing to do, if all the enemies were just going to show up and attempt to kill the people armed and ready to fight. Ears twitched, and a man that thought himself quite safely unnoticed behind the slight girl instead got bisected as she whirled round. The two Fenrisian Wolves were little more stationary, having literally ripped a man in half as he appeared between the two siblings. Fenris wasn't simply a Death World because of its climate, after all, though it had to be accepted that a planet with such a variable environment was an absolutely terrible place to live. Leman stood and examined the metal box that had followed Dlanor and come into her field of view. It was obviously a dreadnought, and an old one at that, but even more important was its colours. That was her Legion. "Brother! Do you recognise who I am?" If he didn't, with her name called out less than a minute ago, recruiting standards must have slipped at some point.

[The 42nd Gecko]

**Blade Wolf UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir Civilian Cargo Hold** "Correction to Raiden's assumption. Our computer systems have held, but only by mutually denying the systems to all sides. More analysis is required." There were periodic blasts, crashes, slices and other metal upon metal noises as Blade Wolf informed the others. And tore his way through the rest of the robots, in time. They may be a distraction, but it was never a good idea to leave the enemy with extra forces in play. "This is Raiden. I've reached the power station. If the infection gets further, I'm on standby to manually shutdown any systems that are. Keep scanning the systems to make sure they're ours. I don't want one teleporting bastard to start circulating nerve gas through the life support."

[VitaVitaAR]

The Swordswoman - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil

"Oh my, that looks impressive~" Watching as Nono leaped into the air, having once again swiftly deflected the lasers fired at her and swinging her katana up in a defensive position. It glinted as it sliced the air in front of her. There was neither much room nor much time for her to dodge, so as the massively powerful kick tore towards her all she had time to do was defend herself. As Nono's foot slammed into her katana, the woman rocketed backwards, boots skidding across the ground an tossing up sparks as she flew backwards, before losing her footing. The force of the impact sent her flying into the oncoming gunmen, and sent them all to the ground, one of them knocked unconscious from a direct collision. She finally came to a stop when she hit the wall around fifty feet behind her, the metal denting under the brunt of her impact. For a few moments, she laid perfectly still, but it wasn't long before she stirred, momentarily unsteady, her hair disheveled. Swiftly, she raised her katana, the gleaming blade still unharmed. "Whew... that hurt pretty bad!" she said, her voice at once slightly strained and almost cheerful. She straightened. "I think I'm going to be sore for a week! Maybe two! Hehehe, but it's worth it to get some attention from a girl like you~!" The woman smiled as she brought her katana up once more, this time taking an offensive stance. "Don't you just wish we didn't have to hold back? Ah, but I don't think either of us can really show each other our charms here..." The men who had been bowled over struggled to their feet. One or two had been flung off the catwalk, and one was out like a light. The first back on his feet quickly noticed Gintoki and took aim.

???, Research Facility

The girl's feet twitched slightly as she saw the eyes glow... and then she immediately burst into a run as the pillar of fire erupted behind her, where she stood seconds before. Her prosthetic arm snapped up as the crystals formed and fired at her, and each one was responded to by a crack of gunfire. Needless to say, a shot while running at moving targets, projectiles no less, should have been very difficult. And yet the girl made each shot, a bullet hitting each crystal to fragment it and knock it off-course. As the creatures ran at her legs, she aimed a sweeping kick out to knock them back before backing up to gain some distance on them. It was likely melee combat wasn't her strongsuit, though she did have a knife strapped to her hip, and there was a possibility that the prosthetic arm was quite a bit stronger than the rest of her body. That could not be confirmed like this, however. The girl spun and fired off what at first seemed two wild shots, one at Cinder and one at Charlotte. And yet... something was strange here. A running shot at two targets she had to spin around to fire at should have been incredibly difficult, and yet somehow the shots were instantly on-course to hit their target. They could still be blocked, at the very least.

[Moonman]

Arragoz Plizgin - Ridley's Krooza Not only were they going to fight some Spess Muhrines, but they were also headed for Earth. If Arragoz was remembering his Low Gothic right, that was another word for dirt. The greenskin thought that this was an immensely stupid name for a planet, which could only mean the humies had named it. Naturally, a humie-named world usually meant an extensive human presence, and by extension, all sorts of flash to nick. Arragoz was so giddy at the prospect that he hardly noticed the sudden change in speed, later followed by the dimensional jump, despite it sending him directly into the ceiling. When the ship finally settled, the Kommando plopped back into his seat, completely nonplussed by the experience. He was quite used to this, having travelled on Ork spacecraft that were far less safe than this one. However, the announcement that he was remaining aboard the ship disappointed him somewhat, whilst the other Boyz got to muck about planetside. Upon hearing that he'd be fightin' the 'Galactik Federashun,' as well as those Ummy gitz he'd 'eard so much about, Arragoz quickly cheered up. As he had plenty of time to kill before he had to get stuck in, the greenskin went about concocting a most ingenious plan for the forthcoming battle. Humie ships weren't the best environment for Kamo, and the presence of vents to sneak around in wasn't guaranteed, leaving only one option: craft a kunnin' disguise. Based on the information he'd been given, Spess Muhrines were involved, so dressin' up as one of them seemed like the best choice. To help achieve this, Arragoz needed a few fings. Reaching behind his shoulders, the Ork undid the clasp on his backpack, and began to blindly rummage through the contents. After a bit of searching, he retrieved the items he needed: the helmet and pauldrons from a suit of MK VI Corvus power armour, looted off an Ultramarine's corpse; a spool of string, a brush, and a can of blue paint. Originally, the armour had been almost intact, sans the left leg, which had been blown apart by one of Arragoz' mines. However, most of the parts had been gutted and sold off for a few bags of teef, as the Kommando cared little for a suit of armour that didn't make him sneakier. He'd kept the helmet as a trophy, and the pauldrons to serve as soup bowls or drinking cups. Now it seemed he'd be getting a bit more use out of the gubbinz. A few minutes of assembly later, and Arragoz' disguise was complete. The pauldrons were tied to his shoulders by several lengths of string criss-crossing his torso in a jumble of knots, while the helmet was attached to his forehead by a single length. As for the blue paint, it had been thoroughly slathered over every inch of his skin and clothing. To all but the most keen-eyed of individuals, the Kommando was now indistinguishable from one of the Emprah's Angels uv' Deff. To complete the illusion, Arragoz decided to brush up on his Spess Muhrine impression. "Da Codecks Ass-Fartes dusn't support dis ackshun." "Curage 'n' 'Onur!" This would continue for some time.

[Earnest Evans]

Hampus the Red, Meta-Ridley's Expeditionary Shuttle Nursing the minor bruise he had gotten from being jolted as the ship took off, Hampus set off down the halls. He guessed that, wherever the engine was, it would be immensely noticeable. He wagered a guess that the engine would be immensely bright and would make incredibly ominous sounds as it worked. Hampus turned a corner, and felt a constant, dull hum reverberating through the walls. Hampus guessed that this incessant hum belonged to the engine. At least it won't be hard to find it. Just gotta follow the noise, Hampus thought. Hampus played this unusual game of hide and seek for quite a while, thanks to his wretched sense of direction. Castle Aldrheimr was always clearly signposted, and you could always tell where a class or a party was by the volume of magic surging through the halls, so wizards never bothered to learn basic directions. This neglect severely hampered Hampus' training attempts, and it was certainly impeding him now. Finally, as the hum grew deafening and rattled through Hampus' bones, he found the engine. It was a truly awesome sight, pulsing and glowing as brightly as the sun. Hampus was mesmerized by the engine; he had never seen something so... so bright before!

[CourierSix]

Isaac Clarke

Isaac ran through the halls of the CMS Terra Nova, desperate to look for his friend and partner who had just suffered from an attack. At first, Isaac was skeptical of the warning about a "vampire" being aboard, but when he finally found Carver's body on the floor near a couple of human-sized holes in the wall, his friend's warning was confirmed. Bite marks on the neck. "Son of a b****," was Isaac's only comment on the situation at hand. He lifted his fallen Comrade's body up and started his trek to the infirmary wing. After dropping him off, he had to head back to the wing and check on Zyland. If anyone was in danger, it was their pal who was with the supplies that the vampire came for.

Zyland Bannon

Zyland sat cautiously in the engine room of the ship. All he needed to do bow was wait for the computer to finish the check to make sure that nothing else was out of place. Suddenly, however, this was not his greatest concern. He was the only one standing in between the "vampire" and the stolen supplies the sat in the room with him. He figured the guy would have been here by now, but to Bannon's advantage, the intruder seemed to be lost. He sat patiently, waiting for the tram to come by, knowing that the railway system was the only way anyone could come.

Derek Simmons

Derek sat in his office of the old Umbrella outpost in Siberia. After falling to the likes of Leon Kennedy, he needed a place to recover from his wound. Luckily for him, the government agent had presumed him dead. Frankly, Derek couldn't blame the guy. He had been stabbed through the chest by a spire about as wide as he was. That would kill a man who lacked Derek's... Talents. Now, he say in the office patiently. He would be fully recovered soon, and Neo-Umbrella was almost ready for another boost in activity. Thinking about this, however, made him curious. He had to ask. "Queen, status update, if you would?" He asked to seemingly no one. "The Tyrant II specimens are still contained 100% effectively, and the radar detects no one outside of our ranks is within four hundred miles of the facility." A female voice came, just after a small, red, humanoid hologram appeared. "Outstanding. And any changes on my estimated time of recovery?" "None have been made." "Unfortunate. Thank you nonetheless, Queen." He finished. The hologram replied with a nod then disappeared. Derek smiled. "Oh, these next few months are going to be very, very productive."

[Scarifar]

Medic Medic was excited. There were new things to do and new creatures to experiment on. He was currently picking a hat to wear for this journey. Sometimes he wondered where he kept all his things; it was like he had a huge invisible backpack filled with weapons, hats, and more hats. However, those thoughts were easily swept aside by the thoughts of his companions. He was currently traveling with a wizard in a red robe. That probably meant he used some sort of magic. Medic shivered in excitement. He liked magic, and would pay a lot to learn how to do it himself. Unfortunately, as he believed it himself, he had chosen the wrong profession to do that. He is a man of science, and must stick with it, even after getting his medical license revoked. Picking a hat to wear and placing the other somewhere else, he looked outside, waiting to arrive at his intended destination.

[Minder]

Blake, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir "Roger!" Blake turned to look at her two companions. "We're pretty close to the civilian areas, let's go!" With that, the black-clad girl set off down the crew corridor, heading for the civilian berths.

[RolePlayerRoxas]

"Well said, young man!" Gilgamesh guffawed as he approached Gintoki, "I'm glad to see you can recognise raw, unfiltered talent when it stares you in the face!" He turned his attention to the evident leader of the weak little group. Some pretty woman with a sword, "a meal certainly sounds nice, but that sword..." As if to show off its awesomeness to the treasure hunter, its wielder used it to effortlessly deflect a volley of lasers, which certainly piqued his interest. "I want that sword!" Gilgamesh yelled immediately after, and starting gasping in horror when the laser-shooting girl suddenly kicked it. Who would dare damage such a valuable weapon?! That thing had an auto-laser-reflecting effect! Was that girl a fool?! The woman was sent flying, but thankfully her precious sword was undamaged. Sturdy too, huh? Now he absolutely had to acquire it, no matter what! "Hey! Don't break the sword!" Gilgamesh yelled at both Nono and her opponent as he started to jog along the catwalk. A recovering enemy raising his gun caused the swordsman to slow and glare at him, naginata raised threateningly. "Move, welp! Or shall I skin you here and now?" he growled. Meanwhile, on the ground floor, Enkidu stared at the approaching gunmen with hunger in his eyes. Finally, something to beat up! They were probably weak as hell, but whatever, they'd do until something mildly threatening showed up. With a loud howl, Enkidu leaped forward, bouncing lightly off of tables and practically flying at the enemies, flipping forward and driving his heel into the collarbone of someone, and landing on the floor with a crouch, a wild grin on his face.

[FujiwaraPhoenix]

Gintoki blinked at Gilgamesh as he fretted about over their enemy's katana, scratching his head as he noticed another soldier pointing his weapon at him. Sighing, he threw his bokuto at the soldier, causing it to bounce off his head and rebound back into Gintoki's waiting palm. "Geez, these idiots don't seem to know when to give up. What kind of fanaticism...?" he asked before he saw Gilgamesh trying to obtain the katana himself. "Oh. That kind." Shaking his head, Gintoki dashed into the next person who was about to get up and promptly smashed his face in with his bokuto's hilt, sending them falling back to the ground with a newly bloodied face. These enemies were a dime a dozen... Like, seriously. "Is this really what it takes to get a meal around here? I don't want to have to face a million waves of idiots before I get a single bite of food..." he complained as he continued fighting his way through the grunts around him. ------- Dio sighed as he came across a transport system of sorts, one that reminded him of a cable car of sorts. It was so old-fashioned, he had overlooked the system a few times before, chalking it up to sentimentality on behalf of the crew. But since nowhere else seemed to be getting him closer to his destination, he decided he might as well attempt to use it. Stepping inside the car, Dio glanced around and noticed a panel of sorts. Shrugging, Dio messed around with it for a little while before the door closed and the car began to move along the railing. "Honestly, why use such a thing in this day and age...?" he asked, aware of the hypocrisy of his last comment. ------------ Suwako watched the weird creatures point at the drill in confusion before forming a stairwell directly down to the machine. Carefully keeping an eye on the creatures, Suwako moved down the steps before bounding off and landing next to the drill. It was heavy machinery, something she had become accustomed to seeing due to Kanako's... Involvement with the kappa and the underground, but it didn't seem all that strange. "What's with them, huh?" she asked, still warily examining the drill.

[Flamelord]

Nono, Restaurant District, Yggdrasil Coming down, Nono registered momentary surprise as the woman managed to block her kick, which had somehow not shattered the katana under the force of the blow. But it was washed away as success registered, her opponent sent flying, to slam into a wall and dent the metal itself while bowling over some of her comrades in the process. Yet even more to the android's confusion, the woman proceeded to get back up, acting like it was nothing. What was she made out of? She straightened up, standing defiantly as she had before. "If I did you wouldn't survive," she replied with absolute certainty. "I was made to fight foes a lot bigger than you." True, space monsters tended to be like that. If she cut loose, the end result would probably be destruction via black hole, or vaporization via Buster Beam. She didn't know what the other woman could do, but even if her sword could deflect lasers, it couldn't match the sheer output Nono could give if she really tried. At the same time, she acknowledged the strange man's request and dismissed it, focused more on the fight at hand as she shifted into a combat stance to mirror the woman. If the sword broke, then so be it. But given that it had taken an Inazuma Kick, that wasn't likely. She drew on the experience she had from watching the spars in the Fraternity. Time to do this. With a cry on her part, she ran in, fists and legs swinging, attempting to dodge the sword while unleashing blows at the Katana Lady, to defeat her and protect everyone. She would do this. --- Cinder Fall, Research Facility Cinder wasn't entirely surprised that the girl was able to dodge her first attack, given that there was some warning before it happened, but she was surprised by the skill shown in deflecting her Dust crystals and dodging the assembly of attacks directed at her. She might not be Rose, but she would be a challenge nonetheless, or so it seemed. Very well then, it'd been a while since she had had a good challenge. The Half-Witch reacted quickly though, the Dust Crystals impacting against the wall and shattering in the process, and the shot, perfectly aimed as it was, was blocked by the palm of her hand. Only the one aimed at her though, since she couldn't block the one aimed at Charlotte either, and the Witch could handle it. "Interesting," she noted. Her eyes flared orange once more as her entire dress seemed to light up with lines of red, and two swords manifested in her hands, black as coal and sharp two. Holding them, she sped forward in a flash, striking at the girl with her blades, to test how good she really was at fighting. It wasn't as if Cinder was a slouch either. And if she could dodge her ranged strikes, then she'd have to get personal. --- Misaka-10032, Client World 12262009-A (aka Macross Frontier) This world was peaceful, happy, a blue and purple tinted sky, green grass, the signs of life abounding. Humanity had settled here, and had begun to flow, a large, heavily damaged humanoid shaped ship sitting in a nearby bay, from around which a city had sprung up. THis, this was the world the Frontier Colonization Fleet had found after their war against the Vajra, and it was here they had settled, making new lives, and recovering from the scars of that conflict, attempting to heal from what had occurred. Through it a girl walked. She was a tad strange, wearing what seemed to be a school uniform with a skirt, yet not of a kind any would recognize. Also present were the goggles she wore on her forehead, not currently employing them, and the large bag she carried with little effort, the contents of which were mysterious. Her name was Misaka Mikoto, or if you wanted to be technical, Misaka-10032, the 10032nd clone of Misaka Mikoto. She hadn't expected to wind up here, but had arrived anyway, and was now sightseeing, while sharing what information she had with the rest of her Sisters over the Misaka Network. This place certainly seemed involved with music, specifically two people known as 'Ranka Lee' and 'Sheryl Nome'. And there were giants, apparently known as 'Zentraedi', which she hadn't expected either. Now though, there was so much food, and other stuff, and it made her stomach rumble. But she had no cash, and so she was forced to proceed through the market at a slow pace, window shopping and recording, but unable to buy anything. It was a sad day for a Sister.

[Mtntopview]

Above enemy vessel "CMS Terra Nova": As he engaged the defenses, Blackout began to formulate a plan. He needed to end this little skirmish, and he was growing tired of waiting for the vampire. With no way of communicating, the Decepticon needed to disable the defenses on his own. Sure, it would have been useful to have the insect do the job for him, but that didn't happen. The large helicopter maneuvered itself above the top of the enemy ship's hull, and hovered there for a few moments. However it suddenly started changing in a way no normal helicopter could. It seemed to split apart as metal shot out and bent in strange ways. Legs formed from the expanding metal, and arms seemed appear from the sides of the helicopter to balance it as it carefully fell. Within a few moments, the cockpit split apart and folded down to become a chest, and a head could be seen atop it. Red glowing "eyes" menacingly looked upon the ship and it's defenses. The blades of the helicopter still spun behind the back of the massive 45 foot giant, slowing it's descent as it dropped. When it landed, the entire area around the giant shook from it's weight. The blades on it's back stopped, forming a wing-like cape behind it. Towering over a nearby defensive gun, it's large hand came down and clasped around the weapon. The three large fingers clenched for a moment, and strained as the giant they belonged to attempted to pull the weapon towards itself. The gun appeared to still be firing as the metal groaned and screeched from Blackout's efforts. Finally with a loud crack, the gun was detached from the ship. It was quickly sent flying overboard, wires sparking from where it was once connected.

[Savato]

Charlotte - The Research Facility

The Pyotr were sent flying like they were simply rag dolls submitted to the young woman's will, but Charlotte didn't even bat an eye, the Pyotr were too weak and big in numbers to be of any importance individually. Little step by little step, she was adamant toward all the movements around her, but she'd eventually get pushed back half a meter after being shot once more. It made her halt for a second as she noticed a little hole formed on her palm, appearing as a generic hole one would see on an old doll. She didn't blood or feel too much pain, it was just aesthetically repulsive. "You're just a bully..." She whimpered in place, while Cinder was directly confronting the assailant. The wave of Pyotr creatures had finally arrived and attempted to circle the two fighters. They all had needles pointed upwards and were ready to stab the white haired girl if she ever got close, but for new they kept their distances. Meanwhile Charlotte recuperated quite quickly and continued to walk toward the now distanced ladies, her facial expression representing a form of sadness, as a child who would start to cry because they had a booboo. It was the second time she entered that comedy, or maybe she never left it. Nonetheless, the fact that she didn't take direct action yet would leave people like Cinder to question what she would be up to. The environment became more and more... Random. The two women fighting in a distinct room from Charlotte could feel their footwear touching a liquid-like substance. They were walking on jam that flooded the specific room by one centimeter. It was only that specific room that was concerned considering the very weak influence the Grief Seed could have on space out of the Madoka Universe.

Meta Ridley - The Pirate Ship

All the soldiers were prepping as commanded and Ridley was contently supervising the process while making sure that all his orders were being followed accordingly. It was only when Arragoz started to blather a bunch of nonsense that Ridley would orient his focus on his unstable colleague. At first he refused to accept what he was seeing, it was simply way too ridiculous to even consider. However, he then thought of the diversity UMMA held, and how concealing one's appearance with space marine-like armor could actually fool most of the average Joes there. The voice acting, however, made the robot dragon facepalm. "Arragoz, get some bombs ready. A lot of bombs. You're going to make a... Space Marine Mothership explode." He ordered the ork while giving candy for thought. After all, he seemed to be the type to like making big complexes explode all the while dealing with what looked like soldiers from space. Medic had already started his preparation and the crew was moving as ordered, all that was needed was to reach planet Earth. Five minutes later, the hyper-speed ship had reached the easily found planet Earth, a planet often solicited by Multiverse travelers because of the high number of anomalies occurring in that area. An alarm sounded throughout the steel corridors of the steamy ship, alerting the troops that they were to join their squad at the annexed transport shuttles. Indeed, two shuttles would be used to transport twenty soldiers plus one supervisor each. Medic would be one of them, taking command of one shuttle. Ridley's ship had entered the Sol system and it entered in cloaking mode once it neared the designated planet. "Planet Earth is inbound. Deploying Transport Shuttles in 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." The main pilot announced, before releasing the hatches holding both ships, thus allowing both squads to head down to earth and hit the coordinates in Siberia. Though quick, Ridley wanted efficiency by avoiding the UMMA's presence as much as possible before the GFS raid. As the main ship overwatched the shuttles' trip down to earth in order to insure the wellbeing of the mission, Ridley had manually entered the coordinates of the next universe they were invading. The squad's goal: Terminate all Bio-Organic Weapons that pose a threat to the mission and locate Derek Simmons. Extract both the Red Queen AI and the C-Virus samples from him, one way or another. Medic may retrieve infected corpses and even experiment on the virus during his return. The squad is not to leave Earth without Ridley's permission.

[eemmtt]

Jericus "Ing" Ignace Client World 576143290-B Ignace looked at the creatures with a confused looked, "what the throne are they doing?" The guardsman said out loud looking at all of the creatures action. He keep his lasgun aimed at the creatures still he wonder why they haven't attacked again. He looked in the direction that all of the creatures were pointing towards the drill. With his curiosity piqued he climbed his way down the sand stone tower. Once he was on the ground he began to walked towards the drill with his lasgun at the ready to in case something happens. As Ignace enter the ruins shouted "Imperial guard come out with your hands up!"

[Earnest Evans]

Hampus the Red, Meta-Ridley's Ship's Engine Room's Control Center Hampus stared deeply into the console in front of him. When he was told that he'd be working in the engine room, he expected to be hauling coal and maintaining valves, not... whatever this is! Fortunately, Hampus had a bit of a guide in the form of a friendly engineer willing to explain the console's working for him. "Alright, let's see... you press this tiny red button to pulse the radiation emitters. If you don't do that every five or so minutes, the core's going to go prompt-critical, and... well, it won't be very comfortable for either of us. Now, if the core's color changes to yellow, you'll have to turn this switch down here, that's the particle accelerator. Uh, now that should be all you need for right now, just remember that, uh... sometimes, we get unwanted visitors. They're these little green naked things we like to call Gremlins, and they're none too nice. Now, normally they don't bother you much, but if they try and get in close, you're going to want to defend yourself. See, if they managed to actually catch you, they're going to... well, we haven't seen much of what happens, but security footage suggests that they'll toss you into the engine, for some reason. So... that should be it for your tutorial, uh, good luck!" Hampus leaned over the console and wiped a hand across his sweaty forehead. Today was just about ready to begin, it seemed.

[FujiwaraPhoenix]

Kakine looked at 10032, a small smile of amusement on his face. Ever since he had tagged along with the clone, there was always this new variable of the unknown- this world, for example. It was clearly nothing like the Earth he had lived on, and it was most definitely a far cry from Academy City's hubbub of scientific machinery and students. It was new. Glancing at the hungry clone, he smiled and patted her head. "It's a shame we can't use our student cards here, huh?" he asked casually, patting her on the back. "How's the situation back home? Any news on the stability of the portal generator?" he asked, twirling a small stick made of Dark Matter around in his hand.

[mattmanganon]

Bjorn the Fell-Handed.

Bjorn followed the woman until eventually, they came across a pair of wolves with a young woman. "Dammit, not wolves!!!" He exclaimed as he raised his Heavy Flamer. Then he was approached by the girl who, for some reason, Dlanor had called "Russ" He looked the girl up and down as she called him Brother. He knew that voice anywhere, it was a little shrill... But those eyes, that voice, the bright red hair, it was unmistakably the wolf-fucking bastard himself "Leman?" he asked as he saw her look at him. At that point, he didn't know whether to embrace him or kill him... The answer came swiftly as Bjorn backhanded her with his clenched claw, sending her flying against the wall. "THAT WAS FOR THE FELL-HANDED JOKE AND LEAVING ME TO GO GALAVANTING OFF INTO THE EYE OF TERROR!!!" he roared. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THEY DID? THOSE MORONS YOU CALLED YOUR LEGION HAD ME CONFINED TO THIS BODY! ONLY WOKE ME UP EVERY 500 YEARS SO I COULD TELL EVERYBODY HOW GREAT YOU ARE AND THEN SENT ME BACK TO SLEEP!!! IT WAS WORTH GETTING INVADED BY MAGNUS, JUST TO LEAVE THAT DAMN, FLEABITTEN FORTRESS!!! ONE TIME I WOKE UP AND THEY HAD AN INQUISITION WARFLEET, READY TO CALL EXTERMINATUS ON US!!! YOU LEAVE ME TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR DEFECTIVE GENES FOR 10,000 YEARS, AND ALL YOU SAY WHEN YOU GET BACK IS Brother? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY WARS I MISSED OUT ON BECAUSE THEY REFUSED TO LET ME DO ANYTHING BUT SING YOUR DAMN PRAISES?!?!?!" He hunched over and panted heavily, he realized that Leman had never seen him in this body before, but he was so angry, that he wasn't looking to make sense, just to be more angry. "And now look at you? Did you finally fulfill your dream of having a child with a Wolf, then transfer your mind into it? What happened?"