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<Snipped quote by Guy of Z>

Mars Outer Orbit

“This is US space fleet escort Cosmo Fire 129 of the Mars sector. Shuttle 104, please respond.”

“This is shuttle 104, over.”

“Your landing is on schedule and we’ll be escorting you to the checkpoint.”

“A UN Scramble squad is the first to meet us? Resources must be strained here too… or that old hag is maintaining a chokehold on them still. Damn them” Mikhail mutters as the shuttle and escorts are guided to the Red Planet.

“Is something the matter Lieutenant?” It was then Mikhail realized he accidentally left the com open. Quickly he responded to the shuttle pilot,
“There’s no problem, I’m just glad our journey ended without incident.”

Thankfully a familiar voice blared over the channel soon after as Meyer tuned out the Shuttle.
“This is Base Control. Shuttle 104, please follow the schedules flight plan.”

‘The aftershocks of the war extended even over to Mars… even now the amassing of weapons is causing great tension. There’s rumors the Decepticons have hidden bases here too.’

“I’ll feel much better when it calms down…” Meyer murmurs preparing for landing.

Deciding the shuttle’s landing was passed the stage of incurring serious problems the communications officer slouches back as the Shuttle touches down without incident. “Okay, shut down!”
“Looks like we were right on time” The shuttle pilot calls out as the Culture Club waits for the shuttle to come to a halt while chatting amongst themselves.

“We’re here! It’s Mars! It’s Mars!”
“But man there’s nothing here.” The eldest of the Club, Arthur groans in dissatisfaction at the end of their long journey.
“Look at that! A volcano!
“Where? Where?”
“Look over there!”
“That’s Mount Koroharika. It’s 14,600 meters tall.” Roanne informs the chatting girls who proceed to pay little attention while chatting loudly.
Okay okay, you’re a walking encyclopedia aren’t you?” A snide remark comes from the front as David goes back to talking with his friend Judo sitting next to him.
“The sky is really red”
“Of course, we’re on Mars after all”
The professor cleared her throat before addressing the students “Everyone, please settle down, we’ll be preparing to leave shortly.”

“We’ve finished docking. Get some oxygen in here.” A construction mobile worker calls out to Base Control as the shuttle finishes docking.

“Air entering. We’re now in normal atmospheric conditions.”

A loud round of applause fills the Culture Club’s ears as the step out of the tunnel and enter the Mars Base.
“Judo this looks great. We’re finally here!”
Continuing to pour in Simone is amazed at the amount of officers applauding in concert at their arrival.
“This is a bigger orientation than I thought…”
“Attention!” Professor Clayberry calls out as the Culture Club lines up in file in front of the officers.
“Cosmic Culture Club, First class, 16th group reporting.”

“We’re pleased to have you here. I’m Lee Bure, one of the commanding officers of this Base.” Lee extends his hand in handshake towards Professor Clayberry.
“I am Elizabeth. We’re here as the first representatives from the UN.”
“I see.”
“Here is the roster.” Clayberry hands Lee a tablet consisting of the student’s name and basic information. Glancing over it Lee stops near the middle of the list.
“Anna… Anna Stephanie?”
“I am her.” A low voice calls out from where the girls stand in attention.
“Do your best not to lose to the others, even if you are the youngest here.”
Anna merely smiles and nods at the Commanding Officer and he continues with the Orientation.

“I am sure you all have questions for the captain? If there is anything you are not sure about, please do not hesitate to ask-“

That was enough for Mikhail as he steps out, there’s more important things to be done than lengthy introductions involving a class of high school aged children. ‘This orientation looks like it’s going to take a while. In the meantime I’ll try to contact any operatives already planet side.’
Heading back to the hangar and confirming no one was nearby Mikhail sends out an encoded message to EDC Operatives in the area. “Come in Command, this is LG Meyer of the EDC, I have arrived on Mars and are awaiting further orders.”
Mikhail decided to wait until he could confirm contact before planning his next move.


When Crimson and Ebony landed on Mars they took to their advanced Mars Rover they advanced into unknown territory.

"Look at this I'm getting a strange signature"

"Odd these parts of Mars were mapped out already"

An ethereal Green floating formation floated before them

"What the?"

Razorclaw was greatly irritated

"You....damaged my prize"

Eybeams shot out and blasted Aaron into submission casually

He transformed into robot mode and began slapping Aaron in the face midair which made him go flying for miles.

"You...."

Razorclaws fist connected with Aarons face

"Do..."

*Smack*

"Not...."

*Wam*

"Get..."

*biff*

"To..."

*Bam*

"Break..."

*Pow*

"My..."

*wack*

"Toys!!!!!"

Aarons face was left heavily damaged and Razorclaw let him fall into the sea and blasted the very spot he landed in and flew off.

The Vok appeared to Aaron in his aquatic crater greatly irritated

"WHAT SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? WE WANTED CLYNE ALIVE YOU BLITHERING FOOL!"

Spying her bisected corpse being fed on by the sea creatures the vok used their infinite power to rekindle the spark of life in her, with a few improvements.
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As the bolt of power subsided, what was left behind was a large, blocky shape, vaguely humanoid in form. Standing at the same height as Aaron did before it, emblazoned with the dull black letters spelling "GUNDMA" on the front, the new transmetal Vok emissary stood unharmed from Razorclaws assault.


"Humph, you may be chosen by the Vok but you aren't much to look at. Seriously a box with a Corruption of the word Gundam? You make Megatron X look like the poster child for originality, oh well I can send your corpse to them as my calling card AHAHAHAAHHA!"

Razorclaw then summoned an earthquake that swallowed Aaron up and not needing air gentles was barely phased but the lack of freedom kept him from escaping.

Razorclaw then fired rapidly at the mound Aaron was buried under repeatedly, the deadly barrage tore at his transmetal skin.

For a finishing touch he gathered power for a charged shot one to destroy the entire nation and Aaron with it.

"Lets see if I can succeed where that fool bludgeon failed! Take a good long look at your homeland dear Princess its the last you will see of it!"

Lacus clinging onto dear life watched as the Multiversal Menace began to charge up.

A greater earthquake began to vibrate but this one was no natural vibration it was a Minion of Unicrons gathering deathblow to a nation!

After a full minute Razorclaw gathered enough energy to destroy the entirety of Sweden

Taking Clyne with him Razorclaw flew high in the air and unleashed his final blow to the once proud and altruistic nation.

A massive purple ball of death went at the nation drilling a hole into the ground and setting off a massive explosive mushroom cloud that seemed to take the form of the Prince of Chaos's own face
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A series of bulky, chrome-colored growths erupted from the man as he ricocheted across the city, the metallic protrusions absorbing most of the impact even as they became more and more box-like.

"...Damn furry bastard..." Aaron grumbled to himself as he shakily rose to his feet, his glare cutting across the destruction and ruin as it fell upon Razorclaw, still holding his quarry.

"COME OVER HERE AND SAY THAT ASSHOLE!" Gentles roared, calling Razorclaw out, "I'LL TAKE YOU OUT ONE ON ONE!"


Razorclaw casually Summoned a lightning bolt which devastated the spot Aaron was standing on
"Oh wow, I've never seen that series before... Did we land in Aurex when I wasn't looking or something? Oh one more thing you should probably keep an eye out for Sideways' minicon... or was it minicons? I can't remember exactly. There was something about Axiom Nexus News and something about the Offworlder Zone Security Administration. Anyways point is he/they are amazing at infiltration."

"Yes I'm sure it was their master infiltration skills and not your atrocious security that was dumb enough to fall for Beeimus Prime. Hell Rook or whoever could have probably walked around saying I'm going to herald the coming of Unicron and no one would pay attention." Chided Megatron.

"Hey now, I'm sure nothing that ridiculous ever happened. Maybe..."


"Yes I am aware of the miscreant from planet X in my possession my Liege Centuro can handle it I'm sure but even if he were to escape he would provide sufficient amusement for what is to come. You should be on your way now if I were you."
"I gotta admit I'm slightly annoyed you literally sat here waiting for Primus to send someone you could use as your sacrificial lambs to get the info you wanted. And one can only wonder what you want else you might have in mind for this anomaly... But the truth of the matter is regardless of your plans Unicron will always be the bigger threat and quite frankly we don't need to be butting heads dealing with his lackeys so I don't really see another option here. But I would ask what about Nexus Prime? I can't imagine Unicron gaining possession of the Star Saber would be a good thing either."

"Its scattared across the multiverse from my brothers rather messy seperation, you have plenty of time I assure you Megazarak is good at breaking things and not much else"
Megatron sulked at the revelation.

"Oh joy, he's gonna be moody for weeks after this. So these ruins... they're probably related to the other anomaly that combined with the Unicron Singularity and created this mismatched world. But... if you don't want to do it yourself it probably means whatever this anomaly is it's extremely dangerous. Of course the rub is there is the possibility that we might be able to cancel it out, or find some other method to sabotage Unicron's plans, before the two events meet again if we investigate it so we don't really have a choice. So basically you're using us exactly like Primus."


"Well I am the Prime who's tales of schemes and manipulation are legend after all. What part of him do you think I was modeled from after he spawned myself and my brothers from the primordial pits?"
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"You know..." Mused Megatron. "After following Primal around for so long I've often wondered the logic behind many of Primus' actions. They really don't seem to make a lot of sense. I mean here I am after all, revived as a direct result of something Primus did."

"Yes, it's almost as if Primus wanted you alive because you'd be forced to do stuff for him by circumstances beyond your control. It sounds almost devious."


"Oh father is like that sometimes yes there was that time he convinced one universe much like this one he was dead when his Avatar died when he fought Unicron. And left my brother to take over for him, and then he completely ignores me in one splinter-reality and gets destroyed in another AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! But enough memories I must tell you of what I need you to do, there are ruins beyond here I have been observing some kind of time space singularity the ancients of this world made that unleashed something...unspeakable be a dear child and investigate it for me will you?"

good


"You're kidding me. How is going into a ball going to get me home dood?"
A short man with white hair seems to be fiddling with a device surrounding the ball like mech

"This ez a prototype I've been building.You have to tezt it. The first test shot will beeee Marz. it'z the perfect distance for testing the dimensional crozzing. No doubt I'll be in that dimenzion ass well."
"Mars? What are you talking about dood?" A sweat mark goes down the penguins face
"You wouldn't underztand, dis machine that's holzding the mech involves warping time and zpace, so I need to make zure zthis works! Now GO!"
The stump man shoves the poor penguin into the ball mech
Testing parameters... Good.
Testing structure... Good.
Testing power... Warning there not enough power for safe operation. Do you wish to proceed anyway?

"Dood? Not enough power?"
"Nothingz, proceed with tranzdimensional warp proceezure."
The machine replies back
... Administrative bypass confirmed, Dr. Wily. Proceeding...
All systems are nominal proceeding with warp.

"HAHHAUHAUHAUHAUAHAUE!"
All of Sweden starts to shake from the force of the machine activating, sure to confuse anyone on the surface above. Tidal waves start crashing into the shores of other nations violently from the force. Sirens start going off in the underground labs of the madman.
Warning insufficient power, space destabilizing. Singularity developing.
"Oh god, I'm going to die! ...again dood!
"Ztud up you stupid bucket of boltz I built you, I know you can do it."The madman kicks the machineERROREͩ̾̀҉͙͔͎̖ͅR̵̪̩̲ͮͣ͌̂͂͡R̢̗̱̞̰̗̼͇̉ͧ̒̋͗͛̓ͩÖ̶́͌ͫ͛͌ ̫̥̬̠̫R̠̝̼̮͎͍̩̥̠͑̑̎͜͜R͚̤̪̟̖̫̪̫͍̊̏ͣ̈̔͗͐O̸̯̝̓ͥ̊͊͌̊́̅͢ ̯R̘̬̝̲̅̓ͯ͐ͪ̽R̲̯̻͇̬͚̯͉͎̽̾̊̇̀͝Ê̘̥̪̠͎ͧͯ͝ ͯ̋̚҉̤͙̦E̗͍̱̅͞R̈́ͣ̉ͭ̕҉͙͇O̧̪̘͕̭̓ͬ̔͗͠͝Ë̵̴̗̝͉̹́̀̅̑̃ͥ̂̏ͩ O̫̗̘ͧ̒̀ͬ́̇͋͢Rͩͩ̋͏̷̤͇̭̘̱̭̩E̵͓̲̻̝ͫ̈́Ȓ̴͕̥ͪͦ͊͋ͫ̿̓͞Eͫ̂̽ ̛̫̝̖̘̪̜̲̞ͧ̊̈̒͌Ȓ̖̞̗̦̗̔ͪ̒ͯR̠͔͈̈ͦ̀̆͛̽͝R͉̣̳͒̏̇E̵̳̔̑͂͢ ̣̺̞R̛͓̰̲̣̦͛̈́͞Ò̐͐ͫ̐̽͆́̚͏͏̯̯̲̥̻Ȅ͎̝̤͈͖̞̤̖̆O̾̒̍ͩ́ͩ́͆ ̯̥̪̼͘͝R̵̖̮̥̰̱̫͓̬ͥ̐ͯ͆̏̅̍ͪ̏O̢̖͎͇͓͖͇͓͊̊Ȩ͔̭̘̮̬̈̊̅̃Ȑ͋ ̴̩͖̪̳̮ͩ̄ͨ̒ͬ̾O̧̞̹̐ͦ̐̒̉͋Ẹ̶̼ͦ͋̓̃͛ͫ̏̕O̢̼̰̯͓̗̫̽ͪ͐̃ͥͪ͜E ̘̹̪̼ͧ̑͋̉ͬͣͩḘ̞̜̟͐̋͂̔̈̽͠Ẹ̙̲̼̗͈̝̤̿̉͟͠Oͫ̂͛ͬ͑҉̡̤͙̤͙̣̜ ̞Ó͔͖͍̩̓̍ͮ̊͟͠R̿ͭ̎̑ͫ҉̧̥̲͉͇̗O̘̩ͧ̀͂̊͆ͧȨͫ̃ͭ̈̈̀͜ͅOͩ̾̉͋ ̶̵̢̫͉̮̼̳͕̈̿R̽̍̽ͦͦ͏̱̲̟̠͔E̹͐͒ͯ̓̒̐̂̚O͌̈̽ͦͭ̈͌̚͢͏̖͇͕͉̫͞ R̳͍̫̘̭̫̂̍̍̊ͫ̿͌ͦ̄͟͠O͍͎ͤ̾́̇͂͒̓̏̀͝Ẹ̶͓̙̈́͢O̱̲ͩ͌ͣ̆ͫ̿̂̎̋ ͈̘͉̟͚͚R̸̩̘̯̭͖̭͔ͬ̓͊̔̀Ŏ͔̲̟͎̳͌ͫ͑̚ͅE̸̬͔ͨO̰̖̲̲ͯ̐̾ͪͬ̅̐̃ ̼͙͖̮Ǫ̆̐̈͏̟̻̩̗̳̼͟R̸͈͔̭̭͈̮̼̿̔͋̏́ͣͥ̇͞ͅE̴͙̯̹̘̐̓̏ͯ̂̒Oͥ ̧̦͚̙̪̍ͥ͐͌͐̍Ŗ̴̻̯͚̪̹̣̓̂ͣ̄ͩ͛̍̍ͅḚ̼̭̠̰̗͆͒͊͛̍́O̐̒̊̉̇ͣ̓ ̤͓̰̬͉̦̖̔ͅR͇̭̬͎̹̮̼͚͓̀͠͞O̶͚̺̣͉͋͐̾̓̕Ể̸̘͙̈́ͧÖ̜ͧͧ̏̆̾ͯ ̩͉̱̹͈R̵̦̳̞̭̪̓̑͒͌̾̽ͨ̀́O̬͕̹̮̰ͨ̄Ḛ͙̹̲̟̲̃ͧͧ͡Ȓ̢҉̧̰̯̮̯͉ 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R̳͍̫̘̭̫̂̍̍̊ͫ̿͌ͦ̄͟͠O͍͎ͤ̾́̇͂͒̓̏̀͝Ẹ̶͓̙̈́͢O̱̲ͩ͌ͣ̆ͫ̿̂̎̋ ͈̘͉̟͚͚R̸̩̘̯̭͖̭͔ͬ̓͊̔̀Ŏ͔̲̟͎̳͌ͫ͑̚ͅE̸̬͔ͨO̰̖̲̲ͯ̐̾ͪͬ̅̐̃ ̼͙͖̮Ǫ̆̐̈͏̟̻̩̗̳̼͟R̸͈͔̭̭͈̮̼̿̔͋̏́ͣͥ̇͞ͅE̴͙̯̹̘̐̓̏ͯ̂̒Oͥ ̧̦͚̙̪̍ͥ͐͌͐̍Ŗ̴̻̯͚̪̹̣̓̂ͣ̄ͩ͛̍̍ͅḚ̼̭̠̰̗͆͒͊͛̍́O̐̒̊̉̇ͣ̓ ̤͓̰̬͉̦̖̔ͅR͇̭̬͎̹̮̼͚͓̀͠͞O̶͚̺̣͉͋͐̾̓̕Ể̸̘͙̈́ͧÖ̜ͧͧ̏̆̾ͯ ̩͉̱̹͈R̵̦̳̞̭̪̓̑͒͌̾̽ͨ̀́O̬͕̹̮̰ͨ̄Ḛ͙̹̲̟̲̃ͧͧ͡Ȓ̢҉̧̰̯̮̯͉ ̩̞Ơ̴͙̬͎͇̪͕̠̱͋ͯE̴̥͎̘̜ͪ̍̐ͥ̌̐͟O̶͈̭͉̝̗ͥ́́͞R̵̹̰ͫ̽̋̇ͥ̕͞ Ǫ̯̬͕̺̻̩͗̀̕Ę̗̰̘̈́̓̋̄ͭͬ͐E̲͓͕̮̟̰̰̤̍͌͘͢͞E̜͌ͭͪ̏͟E̓̓͊̄́ ̵͖̬̦̬͖̥̭̯̞ͩȨ̡̳̝̬̮̞̅̄̉͊ͫͩ͟E̳̯̎͂̎͒̚E̪̯̬̭̿ͥͩ͊ͯE̯͓͐ͦR ̢͙͈͔̬̦̻̩̘ͬ́Ṟ̨̛̺͍̅̂̒ͬ̄ͯ͑ͬ̐ͅÖ̡̘̱̪͙͖̭͚̲̱ͦ̂͂̔͋͆͐͜R̅͊ ͩ͆҉̱̝͉̭̯͙̬͙̪Ę̖͕͈͉͚̫͙̽͌͛͋̀̎̐ͨ͠R̴̩͕̋̔̈́͊̆ͦR̻̯̰̜̺̖̄͜͜ ̥̦O̜̤̦ͮ͂̊͟R̫̭͐ͯͣ̒̕E̶͖̖̥͈̔̔͆ͅȐ̹̜̠̰̤̜͊̒͋̋͛̈͒͐R̷͇̉ͤ͗ ̺̜̲Ǫ͉͇͎͉̩͚̖ͤ̆͛̑̈́̌̋͞R̝̥̭̥̼ͩͤ̂̀͢͞ͅE̜͍̺͇͍ͯ̐͂͌̓ͬ̀͘R͌̄ ̡͇̤͚̠̍̉ͨͪ̚͢R̵͚̣̤̱̞̘͒̍̋̄̚̚͡Ö̵̡̦̼̪̯̲̤̦̯̥́ͬͣ͋̐̀Ř͐ͬ͑̄ ̢̳͈̹̬̦͟Eͩ̾̀҉͙͔͎̖ͅR̵̪̩̲ͮͣ͌̂͂͡R̢̗̱̞̰̗̼͇̉ͧ̒̋͗͛̓ͩÖ́͌ͫ͛ ̶̫̥̬̠̫͌R̠̝̼̮͎͍̩̥̠͑̑̎͜͜R͚̤̪̟̖̫̪̫͍̊̏ͣ̈̔͗͐O̸̓ͥ̊͊͌̊́̅͢ ̯̝̯R̘̬̝̲̅̓ͯ͐ͪ̽R̲̯̻͇̬͚̯͉͎̽̾̊̇̀͝Ê̘̥̪̠͎ͧͯ͝ ͯ̋̚҉̤͙̦E̗͍̱̅͞R̈́ͣ̉ͭ̕҉͙͇O̧̪̘͕̭̓ͬ̔͗͠͝Ë̵̴̗̝͉̹́̀̅̑̃ͥ̂̏ͩ O̫̗̘ͧ̒̀ͬ́̇͋͢Rͩͩ̋͏̷̤͇̭̘̱̭̩E̵͓̲̻̝ͫ̈́Ȓ̴͕̥ͪͦ͊͋ͫ̿̓͞Eͫ̂̽ ̛̫̝̖̘̪̜̲̞ͧ̊̈̒͌Ȓ̖̞̗̦̗̔ͪ̒ͯR̠͔͈̈ͦ̀̆͛̽͝R͉̣̳͒̏̇E̵̳̔̑͂͢ ̣̺̞R̛͓̰̲̣̦͛̈́͞Ò̐͐ͫ̐̽͆́̚͏͏̯̯̲̥̻Ȅ͎̝̤͈͖̞̤̖̆O̾̒̍ͩ́ͩ́͆ ̯̥̪̼͘͝R̵̖̮̥̰̱̫͓̬ͥ̐ͯ͆̏̅̍ͪ̏O̢̖͎͇͓͖͇͓͊̊Ȩ͔̭̘̮̬̈̊̅̃Ȑ͋ ̴̩͖̪̳̮ͩ̄ͨ̒ͬ̾O̧̞̹̐ͦ̐̒̉͋Ẹ̶̼ͦ͋̓̃͛ͫ̏̕O̢̼̰̯͓̗̫̽ͪ͐̃ͥͪ͜E ̘̹̪̼ͧ̑͋̉ͬͣͩḘ̞̜̟͐̋͂̔̈̽͠Ẹ̙̲̼̗͈̝̤̿̉͟͠Oͫ̂͛ͬ͑҉̡̤͙̤͙̣̜ ̞Ó͔͖͍̩̓̍ͮ̊͟͠R̿ͭ̎̑ͫ҉̧̥̲͉͇̗O̘̩ͧ̀͂̊͆ͧȨͫ̃ͭ̈̈̀͜ͅOͩ̾̉͋ ̶̵̢̫͉̮̼̳͕̈̿R̽̍̽ͦͦ͏̱̲̟̠͔E̹͐͒ͯ̓̒̐̂̚O͌̈̽ͦͭ̈͌̚͢͏̖͇͕͉̫͞ R̳͍̫̘̭̫̂̍̍̊ͫ̿͌ͦ̄͟͠O͍͎ͤ̾́̇͂͒̓̏̀͝Ẹ̶͓̙̈́͢O̱̲ͩ͌ͣ̆ͫ̿̂̎̋ ͈̘͉̟͚͚R̸̩̘̯̭͖̭͔ͬ̓͊̔̀Ŏ͔̲̟͎̳͌ͫ͑̚ͅE̸̬͔ͨO̰̖̲̲ͯ̐̾ͪͬ̅̐̃ ̼͙͖̮Ǫ̆̐̈͏̟̻̩̗̳̼͟R̸͈͔̭̭͈̮̼̿̔͋̏́ͣͥ̇͞ͅE̴͙̯̹̘̐̓̏ͯ̂̒Oͥ ̧̦͚̙̪̍ͥ͐͌͐̍Ŗ̴̻̯͚̪̹̣̓̂ͣ̄ͩ͛̍̍ͅḚ̼̭̠̰̗͆͒͊͛̍́O̐̒̊̉̇ͣ̓ ̤͓̰̬͉̦̖̔ͅR͇̭̬͎̹̮̼͚͓̀͠͞O̶͚̺̣͉͋͐̾̓̕Ể̸̘͙̈́ͧÖ̜ͧͧ̏̆̾ͯ ̩͉̱̹͈R̵̦̳̞̭̪̓̑͒͌̾̽ͨ̀́O̬͕̹̮̰ͨ̄Ḛ͙̹̲̟̲̃ͧͧ͡Ȓ̢҉̧̰̯̮̯͉ ̩̞Ơ̴͙̬͎͇̪͕̠̱͋ͯE̴̥͎̘̜ͪ̍̐ͥ̌̐͟O̶͈̭͉̝̗ͥ́́͞R̵̹̰ͫ̽̋̇ͥ̕͞ Ǫ̯̬͕̺̻̩͗̀̕Ę̗̰̘̈́̓̋̄ͭͬ͐E̲͓͕̮̟̰̰̤̍͌͘͢͞E̜͌ͭͪ̏͟E̓̓͊̄́ ̵͖̬̦̬͖̥̭̯̞ͩȨ̡̳̝̬̮̞̅̄̉͊ͫͩ͟E̳̯̎͂̎͒̚E̪̯̬̭̿ͥͩ͊ͯE̯͓͐ͦR ̢͙͈͔̬̦̻̩̘ͬ́Ṟ̨̛̺͍̅̂̒ͬ̄ͯ͑ͬ̐ͅÖ̡̘̱̪͙͖̭͚̲̱ͦ̂͂̔͋͆͐͜R̅͊ ͩ͆҉̱̝͉̭̯͙̬͙̪Ę̖͕͈͉͚̫͙̽͌͛͋̀̎̐ͨ͠R̴̩͕̋̔̈́͊̆ͦR̻̯̰̜̺̖̄͜͜ ̥̦O̜̤̦ͮ͂̊͟R̫̭͐ͯͣ̒̕E̶͖̖̥͈̔̔͆ͅȐ̹̜̠̰̤̜͊̒͋̋͛̈͒͐R̷͇̉ͤ͗ ̺̜̲Ǫ͉͇͎͉̩͚̖ͤ̆͛̑̈́̌̋͞R̝̥̭̥̼ͩͤ̂̀͢͞ͅE̜͍̺͇͍ͯ̐͂͌̓ͬ̀͘R͌̄ ̡͇̤͚̠̍̉ͨͪ̚͢R̵͚̣̤̱̞̘͒̍̋̄̚̚͡Ö̵̡̦̼̪̯̲̤̦̯̥́ͬͣ͋̐̀Ř͐ͬ͑̄ ̢̳͈̹̬̦͟Eͩ̾̀҉͙͔͎̖ͅR̵̪̩̲ͮͣ͌̂͂͡R̢̗̱̞̰̗̼͇̉ͧ̒̋͗͛̓ͩÖ́͌ͫ͛ ̶̫̥̬̠̫͌R̠̝̼̮͎͍̩̥̠͑̑̎͜͜R͚̤̪̟̖̫̪̫͍̊̏ͣ̈̔͗͐O̸̓ͥ̊͊͌̊́̅͢ ̯̝̯R̘̬̝̲̅̓ͯ͐ͪ̽R̲̯̻͇̬͚̯͉͎̽̾̊̇̀͝Ê̘̥̪̠͎ͧͯ͝ ͯ̋̚҉̤͙̦E̗͍̱̅͞R̈́ͣ̉ͭ̕҉͙͇O̧̪̘͕̭̓ͬ̔͗͠͝Ë̵̴̗̝͉̹́̀̅̑̃ͥ̂̏ͩ O̫̗̘ͧ̒̀ͬ́̇͋͢Rͩͩ̋͏̷̤͇̭̘̱̭̩E̵͓̲̻̝ͫ̈́Ȓ̴͕̥ͪͦ͊͋ͫ̿̓͞Eͫ̂̽ ̛̫̝̖̘̪̜̲̞ͧ̊̈̒͌Ȓ̖̞̗̦̗̔ͪ̒ͯR̠͔͈̈ͦ̀̆͛̽͝R͉̣̳͒̏̇E̵̳̔̑͂͢ ̣̺̞R̛͓̰̲̣̦͛̈́͞Ò̐͐ͫ̐̽͆́̚͏͏̯̯̲̥̻Ȅ͎̝̤͈͖̞̤̖̆O̾̒̍ͩ́ͩ́͆ ̯̥̪̼͘͝R̵̖̮̥̰̱̫͓̬ͥ̐ͯ͆̏̅̍ͪ̏O̢̖͎͇͓͖͇͓͊̊Ȩ͔̭̘̮̬̈̊̅̃Ȑ͋ ̴̩͖̪̳̮ͩ̄ͨ̒ͬ̾O̧̞̹̐ͦ̐̒̉͋Ẹ̶̼ͦ͋̓̃͛ͫ̏̕O̢̼̰̯͓̗̫̽ͪ͐̃ͥͪ͜E ̘̹̪̼ͧ̑͋̉ͬͣͩḘ̞̜̟͐̋͂̔̈̽͠Ẹ̙̲̼̗͈̝̤̿̉͟͠Oͫ̂͛ͬ͑҉̡̤͙̤͙̣̜ ̞Ó͔͖͍̩̓̍ͮ̊͟͠R̿ͭ̎̑ͫ҉̧̥̲͉͇̗O̘̩ͧ̀͂̊͆ͧȨͫ̃ͭ̈̈̀͜ͅOͩ̾̉͋ ̶̵̢̫͉̮̼̳͕̈̿R̽̍̽ͦͦ͏̱̲̟̠͔E̹͐͒ͯ̓̒̐̂̚O͌̈̽ͦͭ̈͌̚͢͏̖͇͕͉̫͞ R̳͍̫̘̭̫̂̍̍̊ͫ̿͌ͦ̄͟͠O͍͎ͤ̾́̇͂͒̓̏̀͝Ẹ̶͓̙̈́͢O̱̲ͩ͌ͣ̆ͫ̿̂̎̋ ͈̘͉̟͚͚R̸̩̘̯̭͖̭͔ͬ̓͊̔̀Ŏ͔̲̟͎̳͌ͫ͑̚ͅE̸̬͔ͨO̰̖̲̲ͯ̐̾ͪͬ̅̐̃ ̼͙͖̮Ǫ̆̐̈͏̟̻̩̗̳̼͟R̸͈͔̭̭͈̮̼̿̔͋̏́ͣͥ̇͞ͅE̴͙̯̹̘̐̓̏ͯ̂̒Oͥ ̧̦͚̙̪̍ͥ͐͌͐̍Ŗ̴̻̯͚̪̹̣̓̂ͣ̄ͩ͛̍̍ͅḚ̼̭̠̰̗͆͒͊͛̍́O̐̒̊̉̇ͣ̓ ̤͓̰̬͉̦̖̔ͅR͇̭̬͎̹̮̼͚͓̀͠͞O̶͚̺̣͉͋͐̾̓̕Ể̸̘͙̈́ͧÖ̜ͧͧ̏̆̾ͯ ̩͉̱̹͈R̵̦̳̞̭̪̓̑͒͌̾̽ͨ̀́O̬͕̹̮̰ͨ̄Ḛ͙̹̲̟̲̃ͧͧ͡Ȓ̢҉̧̰̯̮̯͉ ̩̞Ơ̴͙̬͎͇̪͕̠̱͋ͯE̴̥͎̘̜ͪ̍̐ͥ̌̐͟O̶͈̭͉̝̗ͥ́́͞R̵̹̰ͫ̽̋̇ͥ̕͞ Ǫ̯̬͕̺̻̩͗̀̕Ę̗̰̘̈́̓̋̄ͭͬ͐E̲͓͕̮̟̰̰̤̍͌͘͢͞E̜͌ͭͪ̏͟E̓̓͊̄́ ̵͖̬̦̬͖̥̭̯̞ͩȨ̡̳̝̬̮̞̅̄̉͊ͫͩ͟E̳̯̎͂̎͒̚E̪̯̬̭̿ͥͩ͊ͯE̯͓͐ͦR ̢͙͈͔̬̦̻̩̘ͬ́Ṟ̨̛̺͍̅̂̒ͬ̄ͯ͑ͬ̐ͅÖ̡̘̱̪͙͖̭͚̲̱ͦ̂͂̔͋͆͐͜R̅͊ ͩ͆҉̱̝͉̭̯͙̬͙̪Ę̖͕͈͉͚̫͙̽͌͛͋̀̎̐ͨ͠R̴̩͕̋̔̈́͊̆ͦR̻̯̰̜̺̖̄͜͜ ̥̦O̜̤̦ͮ͂̊͟R̫̭͐ͯͣ̒̕E̶͖̖̥͈̔̔͆ͅȐ̹̜̠̰̤̜͊̒͋̋͛̈͒͐R̷͇̉ͤ͗ ̺̜̲Ǫ͉͇͎͉̩͚̖ͤ̆͛̑̈́̌̋͞R̝̥̭̥̼ͩͤ̂̀͢͞ͅE̜͍̺͇͍ͯ̐͂͌̓ͬ̀͘R͌̄ ̡͇̤͚̠̍̉ͨͪ̚͢R̵͚̣̤̱̞̘͒̍̋̄̚̚͡Ö̵̡̦̼̪̯̲̤̦̯̥́ͬͣ͋̐̀Ř͐ͬ͑̄ ̢̳͈̹̬̦͟Eͩ̾̀҉͙͔͎̖ͅR̵̪̩̲ͮͣ͌̂͂͡R̢̗̱̞̰̗̼͇̉ͧ̒̋͗͛̓ͩÖ́͌ͫ͛ ̶̫̥̬̠̫͌R̠̝̼̮͎͍̩̥̠͑̑̎͜͜R͚̤̪̟̖̫̪̫͍̊̏ͣ̈̔͗͐O̸̓ͥ̊͊͌̊́̅͢ ̯̝̯R̘̬̝̲̅̓ͯ͐ͪ̽R̲̯̻͇̬͚̯͉͎̽̾̊̇̀͝Ê̘̥̪̠͎ͧͯ͝ ͯ̋̚҉̤͙̦E̗͍̱̅͞R̈́ͣ̉ͭ̕҉͙͇O̧̪̘͕̭̓ͬ̔͗͠͝Ë̵̴̗̝͉̹́̀̅̑̃ͥ̂̏ͩ O̫̗̘ͧ̒̀ͬ́̇͋͢Rͩͩ̋͏̷̤͇̭̘̱̭̩E̵͓̲̻̝ͫ̈́Ȓ̴͕̥ͪͦ͊͋ͫ̿̓͞Eͫ̂̽ ̛̫̝̖̘̪̜̲̞ͧ̊̈̒͌Ȓ̖̞̗̦̗̔ͪ̒ͯR̠͔͈̈ͦ̀̆͛̽͝R͉̣̳͒̏̇E̵̳̔̑͂͢ ̣̺̞R̛͓̰̲̣̦͛̈́͞Ò̐͐ͫ̐̽͆́̚͏͏̯̯̲̥̻Ȅ͎̝̤͈͖̞̤̖̆O̾̒̍ͩ́ͩ́͆ ̯̥̪̼͘͝R̵̖̮̥̰̱̫͓̬ͥ̐ͯ͆̏̅̍ͪ̏O̢̖͎͇͓͖͇͓͊̊Ȩ͔̭̘̮̬̈̊̅̃Ȑ͋ ̴̩͖̪̳̮ͩ̄ͨ̒ͬ̾O̧̞̹̐ͦ̐̒̉͋Ẹ̶̼ͦ͋̓̃͛ͫ̏̕O̢̼̰̯͓̗̫̽ͪ͐̃ͥͪ͜E ̘̹̪̼ͧ̑͋̉ͬͣͩḘ̞̜̟͐̋͂̔̈̽͠Ẹ̙̲̼̗͈̝̤̿̉͟͠Oͫ̂͛ͬ͑҉̡̤͙̤͙̣̜ ̞Ó͔͖͍̩̓̍ͮ̊͟͠R̿ͭ̎̑ͫ҉̧̥̲͉͇̗O̘̩ͧ̀͂̊͆ͧȨͫ̃ͭ̈̈̀͜ͅOͩ̾̉͋ ̶̵̢̫͉̮̼̳͕̈̿R̽̍̽ͦͦ͏̱̲̟̠͔E̹͐͒ͯ̓̒̐̂̚O͌̈̽ͦͭ̈͌̚͢͏̖͇͕͉̫͞ R̳͍̫̘̭̫̂̍̍̊ͫ̿͌ͦ̄͟͠O͍͎ͤ̾́̇͂͒̓̏̀͝Ẹ̶͓̙̈́͢O̱̲ͩ͌ͣ̆ͫ̿̂̎̋ ͈̘͉̟͚͚R̸̩̘̯̭͖̭͔ͬ̓͊̔̀Ŏ͔̲̟͎̳͌ͫ͑̚ͅE̸̬͔ͨO̰̖̲̲ͯ̐̾ͪͬ̅̐̃ ̼͙͖̮Ǫ̆̐̈͏̟̻̩̗̳̼͟R̸͈͔̭̭͈̮̼̿̔͋̏́ͣͥ̇͞ͅE̴͙̯̹̘̐̓̏ͯ̂̒Oͥ ̧̦͚̙̪̍ͥ͐͌͐̍Ŗ̴̻̯͚̪̹̣̓̂ͣ̄ͩ͛̍̍ͅḚ̼̭̠̰̗͆͒͊͛̍́O̐̒̊̉̇ͣ̓ ̤͓̰̬͉̦̖̔ͅR͇̭̬͎̹̮̼͚͓̀͠͞O̶͚̺̣͉͋͐̾̓̕Ể̸̘͙̈́ͧÖ̜ͧͧ̏̆̾ͯ ̩͉̱̹͈R̵̦̳̞̭̪̓̑͒͌̾̽ͨ̀́O̬͕̹̮̰ͨ̄Ḛ͙̹̲̟̲̃ͧͧ͡Ȓ̢҉̧̰̯̮̯͉ ̩̞Ơ̴͙̬͎͇̪͕̠̱͋ͯE̴̥͎̘̜ͪ̍̐ͥ̌̐͟O̶͈̭͉̝̗ͥ́́͞R̵̹̰ͫ̽̋̇ͥ̕͞ Ǫ̯̬͕̺̻̩͗̀̕Ę̗̰̘̈́̓̋̄ͭͬ͐E̲͓͕̮̟̰̰̤̍͌͘͢͞E̜͌ͭͪ̏͟E̓̓͊̄́ ̵͖̬̦̬͖̥̭̯̞ͩȨ̡̳̝̬̮̞̅̄̉͊ͫͩ͟E̳̯̎͂̎͒̚E̪̯̬̭̿ͥͩ͊ͯE̯͓͐ͦR ̢͙͈͔̬̦̻̩̘ͬ́Ṟ̨̛̺͍̅̂̒ͬ̄ͯ͑ͬ̐ͅÖ̡̘̱̪͙͖̭͚̲̱ͦ̂͂̔͋͆͐͜R̅͊ ͩ͆҉̱̝͉̭̯͙̬͙̪Ę̖͕͈͉͚̫͙̽͌͛͋̀̎̐ͨ͠R̴̩͕̋̔̈́͊̆ͦR̻̯̰̜̺̖̄͜͜ ̥̦O̜̤̦ͮ͂̊͟R̫̭͐ͯͣ̒̕E̶͖̖̥͈̔̔͆ͅȐ̹̜̠̰̤̜͊̒͋̋͛̈͒͐R̷͇̉ͤ͗ ̺̜̲Ǫ͉͇͎͉̩͚̖ͤ̆͛̑̈́̌̋͞R̝̥̭̥̼ͩͤ̂̀͢͞ͅE̜͍̺͇͍ͯ̐͂͌̓ͬ̀͘R͌̄ ̡͇̤͚̠̍̉ͨͪ̚͢R̵͚̣̤̱̞̘͒̍̋̄̚̚͡Ö̵̡̦̼̪̯̲̤̦̯̥́ͬͣ͋̐̀Ř͐ͬ͑̄ ̢̳͈̹̬̦͟

"Oh shi-"
What could be described as a blinding force of destruction erupts from the machine slowly engulfing Sweden, then the entire world... engulfed into a blackhole made by a foolish man's mistake.

However one thing made it through, the madman's error launched the poor prinny to the listed reality crossing many boundaries to it's destination within an instant.
"DOOOoooOOOOooD!.. Wait I'm alive?"
There is now what looks like a giant orange basketball on Mars in the middle of nowhere for some odd reason.
The hatch of the round mech opens to the surface of Mars.
You have now reached your destination.
"Where the hell am I dood. I really don't like this place dood."


Jihaxus's bots detected an organic signature

"Organic? He doesn't seem to be with those misfits open fire."
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