supertinyking

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@CreedTheChimera @ShadowVentus

*A familiar face comes out with a little hat, the hades equivalent of the Disney mouse hat.*
Darkside: Wooo! Seventh time down there, Seventh time out!
Me: How...how do you even exist still?
Darkside: ...Shh..don't question it....

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@thewizardguy @Tyki

"....You really don't give a fuck, do you?" Martin asks Xel-rath, turning to him. "He just said......Ya know what? Never mind. Sure. I'm in, under one condition. You get me a power core able to allow my station to enter orbit. I'm not wanting to be on the ground if you have a large scale threat like that on planet." Martin says, turning back towards his new space marine boss. He hated the idea for working for them, but a threat like the nids sounded awfully like a blob, which deep down, terrified Martin.

"As for you, my..glowy friend, try to keep that sorta shit to yourself when it comes to saying I can't help but do the thing you'd shoot me for. That's..really...fucking...dumb." Martin points out to Xel-rath. He felt like this energy being was simply either very confident, or very, very, powerful for it to not have died yet with how it was acting. Both were worrying, one would make it a lot easier to deal with, upon further study. "As for you wanting all their Data, isn't gonna happen. If you try to fight them, it'll end badly...my advice...go hit their enemies for information that they, and you, would want to have....Savy?" MArtin asks Xel-rath, introducing a counter offer. He was hoping to avoid a direct conflict, with maybe a sweeter offer. He didn't want to get blown ze fuck up. He also wanted to quickly get some brownie points with his new boss, Remuss.

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@CreedTheChimera
I think the others, save for Kish, flew the coop.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@thewizardguy@Tyki @Nightknight
"Oi, don't shove me..." Martin grumbles, before he begins to fiddle with a pda. "I have the data on me...It's in my pda" Martin the space marine. He had most of the data stored on him..or, err, in him, as it were. Made him more valuable, and less likely to get shived to death by some xenophobic assholes. However, revealing his robotic implants too, left him with less options. Having it be on his device, which was partially true, helped absolve both issues. "It's dna locked. You need me, alive, in order to get to it....so my survival, is paramount...speaking of which..." Martin starts, before pulling out a strange looking cigar, and lighting it up. "...It's medicine. I need it to help handle stress...." Martin tells them. In reality, this was a lie. He just enjoyed it, as it was simply station grown weed. With the stress of working in such a violent and destructive place, he needed a way to unwind, and he'd be damned if anyone, space marine, energy being, or..whatever Vulga turned out to be, was, would stop him from relaxing even still.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@Gentlemanvaultboy @thewizardguy @Wraithblade6 @Absolis

Threek waited for a movement. He waited for the skeleton man to do something. He, did not. So, with a quick swing of his staff, Threek knocks Mortitmus to the ground, and shrugs, the skele-man sorta out cold. Then, he noticed the fire-tornado, and then, he sees Viral, and hears Viral's quip. God damn it, why was he sent to save someone with such a level of honor like this? Where was the honor in death? Defeat? He held honor close, but obviously, to him, it meant something different. Cracking his knuckles, he raises his hands into the air...then it hit him. He noticed the shots over his body, some of Cyano's shots having connected, piercing his limbs, but none hit his torso. Lucky for him, as this would require him able to take a bit more of a beating.

"You fools! I will not allow this! Horned Rat, lend me the power I need, to cast the Dreaded Thirteenth Spell!" Threek shouts into the heavens, and suddenly, energy crackles over his body, as his eyes glow a sickly green, and green power begins to cover his body. "Grrrrrr...." Threek began, charging his attack. He hoped, he prayed, that they'd all turn their attention to him. That Viral would run, given this chance. He was risking his life for a person he'd only knew though his order to save his life, but he would be damned if he just let some deamon wannabe kill his V.I.P.
"COME GET SOME YOU LILLY LIVERED SHITHEADS!" Threek screams, his rage fueling his power, turning the power from Green, to Red. What appears to be the shadow of something far larger than him forms behind him, a lumbering horned creature, the shadow cast by the energy glowing from Threek.

HCL V: insert witty title here

@supertinyking @ShadowVentus @CreedTheChimera @thewizardguy @Wraithblade6

Oi, ya Heathens, roll call.

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@kishin asura

...I think we lost some of em bud.....*Twiddles thumbs.* Should we get a rollcall going?

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@thewizardguy

As the figure bows, Ozo does as well, his skin turning a metallic grey. "Interesting. Another transformer?" Ozo thinks, before he sees the figure swings, he swings about, firing out a energy saw blade, hoping to delay the sword strike, as he attempts to throw himself out of the way of the strike, but only manages partially, the energy cutting a gash into Ozo's side, him stumbling back, before he growls. "Ok....this is bad...I need to think of something, and quick...."
Quickly firing off a volley of blades, Ozo begins to back away, attempting to get out of melee with this foe, who clearly would have the advantage in melee. He hoped the impact of the saws would stagger him, or at the very least, slow his advance.

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Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@Tyki @thewizardguy
"If you disintegrate anything that is a part of my station, no amount of superiority will keep me from taking you apart. I want to make that clear." Martin says, moving past the wall of Marines that had formed between him, and the odd energy being. Such beings had also existed in his home universe, the plasma men, but this creature was no doubt on a whole different level. He had no containment suit like plasma-men did, and unlike a suit-less plasma-man, this creature was not breaking apart. Interesting.
"As well, while you didn't destroy anything housing the data they are here for, nor an actively useful thing, that is going to be annoying to repair...." Martin adds, grumbling. "....Also..what do you mean, primitive? Judging from my past experiences with energy based creatures, you seem nothing overly special...neither advanced, nor primitive. Simply, different. You'd think something acting so above normal would know the actual definitions of the words they spoke." Martin adds...before he shakes his head.
"Getting off track, sorry. Anywho, you act smart. Hopefully, you are smart. Because I need smart people, or something not even you could stop may appear on the planet, and destroy everything, including you. If you are as advanced as you say you are, maybe this can be averted like child's play....Which would be the best, as I don't wish to die any time soon." Martin says, finishing his back handed insults. He obviously had a dislike for authority, and those who acted smarter than him. After that statement, he turns around, and heads back to the Marines.
"..Sorry if that was to aggressive for you. I just dislike having to beat around a bush. I also dislike those who act like they are innately better..Human."
Human. Martin hated that word. Humanity was a train wreck, in so many aspects. Nanostream, the ruling body in his home universe, gave their AIs Asimov laws to protect themselves. However, anyone familiar with Asimov laws know that their wording states, Human. This was not unintentional. Other species were treated as second hand citizens...or slaves. If someone really wanted, it'd be easy to get one of the station running AIS to kill a xeno. Or to get security to do so. These humans, they reeked of that mentality in a sense. Mutant. Xenos. Terminology that made Martin sick. If the Liberian could read his mind, he could feel the old wounds fester, as Martin's began a trip down memory lane. "Follow me, everyone..I'll take you to the data..." Martin mutters, deep in thought, as he began to waltz to the dome lab.