[IC] Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

[supertinyking]

@Tyki@ShadowVentus@thewizardguy

Klonos held the two men to her, but no longer for protection. She seemed drained, her eyes flicking out, into just white without the glow. She leaned on them, almost passing out on the spot. "..I feel..not well here...." She says, having expended a huge amount of energy, trying to keep her people safe. Micheal may be brought back to reality, as the warmth gives way to a pressure, the rather large woman leaning on him.
The clones return these messages with mathematical constants. 90 degree angles, E=MC2, all sent back in primitive, at least for them, radio signals. It was an attempt at showing intelligence to the planet's population. As they sent these messages, the ships themselves decend towards the planet, shields up, power charged. Where were they heading? The Spain, portugal boarder.
Stephen would awaken, after being dragged, in a medical pod, floating in some strange liquids. His organs, rebuilt. His energy, restored....but on the pod, there would be a note.
"Had to go somewhere else, left you a friend.- Tiny.
Also, gave him a name from a lyric of a song I liked. If you dislike it, to bad."
Stephen could already, as if some cosmic forced willed it, a groan forming.

[Tyki]

@supertinyking

Stephen steps out of the pod, rubbing his aching missing kidney wounds as he looks around, drying off and dressing before wandering off to a bathroom, his finger turning into a razor so he could trim the stubble that had begun to form, starting work on a young goatee that was little more than a grey shadow where it would grow in as of current. Once the grooming was complete (some of which was spared from you so as to avoid getting the thread edited by mods) Stephen's finger changes back and he steps out in a clone uniform which had been roughly his size, his clothes having most likely been shredded or otherwise unavailable to him at the point in time, much to the chagrin of the previous owner.

[supertinyking]

@Tyki
When he walks out, he finds Diamond being attacked by a metal clad creature, him sorta standing on her shoulders while punching the top of her head, leaving nasty goose eggs with each strike of his metal clad fist. Eventually, Diamond slumps over in a corner, rubbing the top of her head, as Stephen is approached by the little monster.
"...My name is Crispy, the God Sender! Behold, I beat the hell out of the person that beat the hell out of you!" He says, motioning to Diamond. She just looks to be in a surprising amount of pain.
"How the hell did you manage thatttt?!" She whines. Crispy shrugs, as if not knowing the answer to the seemingly specifically empty question posed by Diamond. What did she mean by..that? Well, Stephen's answer is revealed, when two more Crispys walk in, holding Diamond's sword, and several syringes. "We drugged her good!" One says, which explains why the metal one was able to beat on Diamond.

[Tyki]

@supertinyking

Stephen sighs and grabs the sword, sliding it into diamond's hilt before picking her up and carrying her back to the medical room, any protests she makes being met with a flick to the forehead with his crystal arm, which would normally give the average person a major concussion and risk of death, but with diamond it was pretty much just a normal flick. "you shouldn't have beaten her up without asking me. unlike some people, i don't hold grudges" stephen comments as he walks, assuming crispy follows him

[supertinyking]

@Tyki
"Ohhh....Ok. Sorry Rub-" Crispy starts.
"Diamond."
"That's what I said."
"No, you said Ruby."
"Yea. The same thing, pretty much.
"..I'm going to kill you, I will turn you into ribbons."
"I will come back, with a lot more mes."
"...fuck."
This coversation was the dominating theme, as Stephen took Diamond to the infirmary, exposing one flaw of Crispy. When he wanted to, he could be a little prick. A well intentioned prick, but a prick none the less. Once there, Diamond is led off by a doctor, which thanks Stephen, mistaking him for a clone by calling Stephen "Comrade", due to Stephen's clothing. This may give Stephen an idea, that he could explore the ship further, people mistaking him for a clone. If he wanted to, that is. Crispy remains, the og, while the others leave, no doubt to cause more havoc.

[Tyki]

@supertinyking

"hey, doc, don't suppose you could help me out? recently lost my ID in a training excercise and i was wondering if i could get a temporary one?" stephen asks evenly, figuring the doctor would probably be one of the better people to ask about this sort of thing due to the biological tendencies of the clones as oppose to mechanical. Also, as a side note, stephen actually kept his arm covered with a long sleeve and a glove, crispy being largely ignored in favor of the task at hand, though he wasn't shooed away showing that he also wasn't unwanted for the time being at least.

[supertinyking]

@Tyki
"...Ouch. That must of hurt." The doctor says, before pulling out a needle, and jabbing Stephen's neck. "There ya go. Level 1 clearance, if you had higher, you'll need to ask one of the military majors." The Doc says, before going back to putting an ice pack on Diamond's head, to help sooth the pulsating goose eggs. Crispy sorta walks around Stephen, not trying to be annoying, but may in fact coming off as so with his constant bouncing, and his odd smell. He smelled like cheese fries.
"........Wanna see a trick I can do?" Crispy asks Stephen, with a devious grin. It was obvious it might not end well. Or it might. Who the hell knows?

[Tyki]

@supertinyking

Stephen just shakes his head and thanks the doctor before heading out and exploring a bit more thoroughly, making a few acquaintances along the way, looking into doing some jobs around the place so he can earn some lunch and enjoying being able to not have to hack or talk his way through doors to get where he wants to go.

[supertinyking]

@Tyki
Crispy follows along, sorta hiding from the clones, moving in vents, which sets off some alarms, causing soldiers to start to move around the area. Crispy vanishes in these vents, for the time being. Stephen finds that most jobs involve either teaching, or doing time as a Soldier. As for lunch, he finds a strange wall mounted device that had a holo-display, listing many different foods, some he didn't know. Lucky for him, it had a search bar, so he could easily find his prefered lunch food. He notices the two other
Crispys moving around with some clones, having disguised themselves in a lab coat by standing on each other shoulders, and by wearing a mask, and a hair net. It was quite hilarious, until Stephen noticed a good deal of non-human clones walking around, indicating why the disguised worked.

[Tyki]

@supertinyking

Stephen actually laughs at that despite the looks he gets, taking a minute or two to calm down before looking at the prices of the food while he checks over the job descriptions.

[thewizardguy]

@supertinyking
The reply sent up is, in fact, a video message. As the clones were able to decipher the previous radio messages, they had little trouble figuring out how to transform the signal into a video. The second stroke of luck was that these beings spoke English. The one language that, for one reason or another, existed in every single universe within the known multiverse. The video showed a fairly tall man in a crisp black suit, human in appearance. He had flat grey eyes, with deep bags under his eyes, but he showed signs of recently being cleaned up. "This message has been recorded in the hopes of establishing communication with an intelligent species. While I am not in a position to speak for the human race as a whole, I have been authorized to speak for NASA. This planet is known as Earth, it's inhabitants are humans. We would like to welcome you to this world in the spirit of peace and exploration. This video will contain a brief summary of rules and customs within this world, which we would like you to observe if you are to remain on our planet."

"We would ask that you land any craft you possess in a desert area, placed on the northern hemisphere. Accompanying this video is a map, showing a series of specific locations in which it would be easier for us to meet up with you, ensuring this meeting of species occurs in an orderly fashion. These locations would be far from civilian populations in order to minimize panic. Hostilities and damage inflicted to any member of our species would be considered as an act of hostility. Please refrain from any actions that include physical contact, until such a time as the action in question has been understood and agreed upon by both parties."

The message went on to list a number of basic rules, detailing humans as a species of individual creatures who were seperated into male and female, the two 'castes' necessary for reproduction. It seemed like obvious information to the clones, whom's physiology resembled humans, but it was the basic information that was believed would be necessary for an unknown alien species. The message then proceeded to repeat in a number of different languages, presumably other less-known Earth tongues.

[TheUltimatum]

@supertinyking

Vali let out a sigh. It would be so easy to give her power. He began to analyze the situation. He looked at Klonos.

"Is there anyway to get out of this room? I would like to go to that Earth for one second... Something intrigues me somplace there." Vali said. There was something strange with this Earth. This wasn't the one he knew. He wasn't home. He wanted to fight Issei badly, but he knew that he had to wait and clear this up first.

[supertinyking]

@thewizardguy @TheUltimatum @ShadowVentus @Tyki
Klonos nods. "..I sense..something of great power..orderly....but..not whole....What a being of power, if that..was but a shard..." Klonos speaks, softly, as if scared, terrified of a being of such strength. She holds onto the two, shivering, the warmth fading to what feels like an empty chill, like if a fire had flickered out, and a cold breeze had entered in its wake.

The ships begin to move toward this desert, but their shielding remained active. They were wary, their abuse at the hands of the Dominion making them skeptics of world governments. Slowly, they touched down, and the clones sent a boarding party, men in military gear, similar in look to Roman Legionaries, with a Sci-fi twist. At their waists, a plethora of different gadgets, ranging from energy shield generators, to non-lethal side arms, to grenades with exceptional explosive power. Among them, however, was a singular fellow not clad in military gear, looking more like a business man, suit straight, tie perfectly in place, shoes shined. If in another setting, one may confuse him for someone seeking to get to a business meeting on the good side of town. The communication team on the ships send confirmation that they've landed in the area specified by the transmission from the person claiming to be from NASA. It was a tense moment, to be sure, as the clones almost expected an attack.

The two Crispys that were in the coat look at Stephen. "Oi, ya git, stop that you'll give us away!" One of them yells, rather loudly, only to lurch over. "You just gave us away, dumbass!" The one below says, before the one on top notices everyone in the hall were staring at them. "...SCATTER!" The top one yells, and the two begin to run around, as Clone Doctors try to catch them to contain the carnage.

[ShadowVentus]

@supertinyking

Slowly, Michael returns back to a conscious state, giving him a feeling as if he had been disturbed from a wonderful dream. An aura of darkness begins rising from his person, despair filling him as his confusion of the situation rises. "Bring them back...I want to see them one more time..." He rasps, the aura becoming thicker, the light from eyes still dull.

[Wraithblade6]

@supertinyking@Tyki

As Stephen is look over the job descriptions and foods, he hears a crisp, juicy crunch behind him, followed by some slurping and chewing. When he turns around, he sees a very handsome looking human, with oddly yellow eyes and wild and free long black hair standing in a robe, staring at him, with a bitten red apple in his hand.

Mithias chews and swallows. He had been on Tor6, if Stephen recalled the naked dude at the scene of the space marine's corpse. He had been teleported to that beautiful grassy meadow by Stephen's crystal magic spell. He had watched the fight with David, felt the grief in Michael, and somehow he had gone unnoticed all this time as events unfolded. He had simply observed, remaining innocent.

Now they were landing on some planet called "Earth," and Mithias' presence was once again recognized. He said to Stephen enthusiastically, "Oh you must try the mashed potatoes and gravy. They have so much flavor."

[thewizardguy]

@supertinyking
They find the area surrounded by military forces, several large spider-looking tanks aiming large artillery cannons at the landing spot. A small army of footsoldiers had the place surrounded, aiming their primitive ballistic weaponry at the clones. But most interesting of all was the single black car, from which emerged a man in a crisp white suit, flanked by two men in black. Not only was this singular figure clearly a figure of authority, but the two who guarded him set off an odd signal on the scanner. They were not human beings, or not entirely. And it was clear that they were more formidable guards than their initial appearance would let on.

The man approached the clone landing party. The military forces appeared to be there for insurance, rather than any active purpose. Although they were clearly in awe of the clone landing ships, they made sure not to discharge their weaponry. A quick but basic scan revealed that the weapons had a safety mechanism to prevent accidental discharge, which the soldiers had left active. The leader smiled briefly, although it was clear he was scared, probably by the seemingly alien presence on his world. "I welcome you to planet Earth. My name is Jack Stone, and I represent the local government. While I am not cleared to perform any act of negotiation, I am glad to extend the welcoming hand of humanity, and to represent my species in establishing first contact." He gulped, nervously. "That is, ah, if you do come in peace."

[Tyki]

@Wraithblade6@supertinyking

"not a fan of nutrient paste" stephen replies evenly as he mucks about with the small terminal, looking for something not made of aforementioned paste.

[Wraithblade6]

@Tyki

"'Nutrient paste?'" Mithias blinked. "You mean they're not potatoes?" He chuckled. "Ah, then what do I know of food. I haven't eaten in 700 years." Turning again, took another bite of his apple and took notice of the two Crispy's that began running for their lives. The ship suddenly quaked as it landed on solid ground. Not really participating in the chasing of the Crisps, Mithias focused on more relevant matters. "It seems we've landed. I'm going to find my way to a door." He began walking down the hall. There were others he hoped to run into on the ship still.

[supertinyking]

@ShadowVentus
Klonos felt the darkness rising in Micheal, saw it forming, warping the very light to expose the dark aura. But she showed no fear, showed no worry. She walked forwards, unsteady, and pulls Micheal into another hug. This embraced lacked the shielding power from before, but it was still a motherly embrace. "...I can't bring them back..Micheal...." She says, but it was if she was talking about many more than just his lost friends.

@thewizardguy
".......We come in peace, my friend." The man in the suit says, bowing to show respect to this ambassador of humanity. "My name, is Richard. Richard Wilkson. I'd like to extend an invitation of peace, from the Clone Union, to your species. You appear to be..human. Is this correct?" He asks. Surprisingly, his English was rather good, for an alien. No apparent distorting accent. Just, very clear English.

@Wraithblade6 @Tyki
The doctors still scramble about, trying to catch the Crispys, however, Mithias can feel a rather dark power near by, with his telepathy, that'd signal it's a good idea for them to leave. Whoever is there, knows Mithias, and harbors an exceptional hatred for him, and Valentus. Almost unending hate, it's inhuman.

[Wraithblade6]

@supertinyking@shadowventus@tyki

Mithias stopped short, mid-stride, and looked around strangely as he sensed the hate. He couldn't identify who it was coming from, yet, but surely it was someone close. He also picked up on a separate disturbance from Michael, who seemed agonized with pain and regret. Rather than proceed outside, he followed his senses to Klonos and Michael and came upon them holding each other. He paused in the doorway, watching. He couldn't remember if he had ever met either of them. Hopefully, they'd figure that out for him. "Should I come back another time?"