Teridax
The boy, eager though he was for action would find his efforts dampened ever so slightly by his angel's sudden silence. Indeed, for the next minute, the Makuta who stood still as a statue was wholly silent. His eyes were closed and his face turned to the sky as if in deep thought.
The red lines on the Makuta pulsed gently, as if the mechanical horror was asleep.
For another minute, not another sound came and then...
"Plans change....."
The Makuta stirred and looked down at the child.
"The world changes, Karata. It is our duty to change with it.Evolve, become stronger, adapt. What your world calls Darwin, natural selection. That is the only law we need to follow. The weak look for justice, for goodness. they hide behind heroes. Not us, Karata. We are the strong. We make our own justice."
Slowly, a smile stretched itself across the Makuta's face.
"Come."
A hand reached forward and took the boy's in a gentle grip.
"I will show you a whole new world."
And with that statement, Teridax stretched his other hand skyward; for a moment the world seemed to hold its breath.
Then the street under which Teridax had resided exploded. Cement and pavement was thrown skyward in a deafening blast of shadow energy. Sunlight poured into the subterranean and for what might feel like the first time, Karata would see the sun and the clouds. feel the breeze on his face.
And his angel was right there with him.
Undisclosed location
It felt like swimming in deep water...but the heat wouldn't let me think that. No, it felt like I was flying towards the sun or perhaps I was being pulled. It really didn't matter at this point. If this went on for any longer, I would drown I would...
I opened my eyes. Bleary and unfocused, I squinted and blinked repeatedly trying to get the specks of dust out of my eyes. I know this sensation- coming out of anesthetic. But why?
A sudden panic gripped me as I suddenly found myself hitting blanks when I tried to remember what happened. Why was I here? How did I get here? Why do my arms feel so...light? My eyes roved; white ceiling, trays of operating equipment, bottles of stuff that was undoubtedly pumped into me judging by all the I Vs still hanging off them.
But why? I don't remember having anything wrong with me. I don't remember. Desperately I tried to take a better look at my surroundings but it amounted to nothing- I jerked up then went slamming back down into operating bed. My hands were tied and my legs were fastened.
Who?
"Stop. Injuring myself right after a major operation isn't ideal. So please, relax."
Then it came into view. By 'it' I mean a two meter tall chrome colored robotic being with harsh red eyes and a sardonic smile.
"Still, it would seem that the operation was actually successful though not without a few unexpected side effects."
The thing suddenly reached forward and placed its fore finger between my eyes. As it did this, I saw that it's expression flickered ever so slightly. Was it confused? Perplexed? Or merely entertained by the notion that whatever it had done had produced results beyond it's expectations? Strangely, I had no reaction to this robot thing. There was no uneasiness as what would usually surround waking up in an abandoned lab with a grinning robot. Somehow, I was at ease. Thus I ventured to ask:
"Why...?"
The words were scarce out of my mouth before the robot replied.
"Look at you arms."
I did and for the first time I felt a sudden spike of surprise. These were no longer arms of flesh and blood. What had been was now replaced by cybernetics of a black metal covered in an oily sheen. Slowly, I ripped my arms free of the shackles and examined them.
New arms, stronger arms and already, I could see through tiny chinks in the metal plating: there were stocked weapons. Guns and ammunition. I decided that I would give it all some life and so I flexed them. Glowing blue lines traced themselves over the over arm, running in between metal plates, reinforcements and joints. But the robot didn't flinch at the sudden action. He merely smiled.
At long last I decided to ask him the question he was waiting to answer.
"Who...Am I?"
The robot grinned- as expected.
"I would tell you..."
The smile widened.
"But you already know the answer to that question."
Salute the freedom fairy! ._.7
-Ω-
~Threat assessment!~
"Whoa!"
GUNS, LOADED GUNS
POINTED AT ME
MOVE
~Not firing at us!~
I froze mid movement, one hand yanking my sword out and having already dashed a couple feet to the side — though to everyone else it probably just looked like I had teleported which for all I knew would set them off even worse than if I had just merely dashed. Gods, talk about an adrenaline rush.
I really hoped that they didn't shoot out of fright as I remained still. Then again, what with my two swords, multiple weapon pouches on shoulder straps — at least the flashbangs were covered up, sheesh — quivers daggers and other suspect bulging pockets, I probably didn't look particularly friendly. The fact I was absolutely flooding the room with a burst of moonlight probably didn't help things either (though hey at least it kept us obscured and therefore hard targets). Nor did my glare — okay, frightened glare, what do you want from me — look particularly inviting.
I tried smiling, help the image out a little. It definitely didn't look like I was about ready to bite someone's throat out.
It was about now that I processed the fact that I had heard Loki finish speaking to these people when I first poked my head through.
"Friends of yours, Loki?" I forced out between my gritted teeth. "Don't tell me these people know you and that's why there are guns pointing at us right now."
"Hey. You lot. We're only very mildly connected to one another, so if you have a bone to pick with him kindly leave me the hades out of it."
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"Your Sig is now charmingly out of date" — Vox, 7/6/2016
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Tesseract - Overlord Station
Tatu wanted them to show an iron fist. Destroying the landmarks of New York as the announcement of their presence, and to face the enemy in open combat. Blunt, as Tatu put it, but a draw for the heroes.
Tesseract wasn't a conqueror. He wasn't a despot. He was an assassin. Spreading the heroes out, taking one at time, taking his time in fighting them. That was what he would have done.
In any case, there was still work to do.
He put Amon down, and slapped him across the face.
"There is still work to do, Amon. By the fact that you have not died, it is obvious that you can breathe. With the heroes having arrived, your army is needed now."
Speaking of armies, Tesseract glanced at his mercenaries... and came up short. Several short.
"Where is Duir?" he asked Enterprise, who was trying to dissuade Desco from knocking down the Empire State Building by talking about "days worth of dust in the air" and "asbestos, which causes your lungs to stop working".
"He's doing recon, sir. Picked out a villain for you."
She went over to the console, opening up the description of Sy's choice. Tesseract walked over and scanned the dossier, nodding.
"Very good. Has he been in contact?"
"No sir. He's been gone an hour at most."
Tesseract nodded, and moved back to Amon, waiting for his next move.
Fletcher - Team Magic Base to Helicarrier
Fletcher heard Moja's calling, and hopped out of his tree-
-and landed inside the cottage, next to his bed. He shoved the paperback into his golfbag before swinging it over his head and across his back. He adjusted the straps a little, making sure he could reach for each handle. Didn't want to get into combat and not be able to reach something. Sure that he was ready-
-he arrived at the usual staging point, and quickly made his way though the portal. Despite the severity of Moja's warning, he usually dropped them in a relatively safe space, so Fletcher walked straight through-
-into a large metal room with soldiers pointing guns at them.\\
"Crap."
He crouched on top of the Humvee, pulling a baseball bat from his bag. Despite several soldiers turning to face him, he stayed in his position for the moment as Loki and their leader spoke.
He got a slight sense of deja-vu from the room, but that didn't stop him from hearing the conversation.
Loki knew the woman, and the woman knew Loki. And if they knew each other, this was Loki's world.
The world in which he had attacked New York City and killed thousands of people.
"We're not with him! In fact, if you'd like to give him a beating, we'd be more than happy to join in."
Mordin - Team Science Base to Helicarrier
"Merely suggesting improvements." he replied to Jack, just before Mbili began his speech.
It was obvious from his tone of voice that Mbili was trying to imply something. The "obvious solution" would not be allowed in their defeat of the enemy. The obvious thing to do to a dangerous enemy was to kill them.
So, the objective was to be non-lethal. Difficult, but doable.
Mordin nodded at the group, and strode into the portal without much objection.
Guns. Combustion-based, human make. Human soldiers, pre-2148 by his universe. Before the discovery of mass effect technology.
Mordin kept his hand on his Locust, but didn't draw it. His shields could definitely absorb some of their fire, but there wasn't much cover to be found. Several vehicles powered by internal combustion. Military-grade, so bullet-proof. Adequate in the event of a firefight. They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Space Base
"Mmm?" said Yuyuko, eyes widening in surprise at the command. "We are to attack New York? Youmu, where might that be?"
"I don't know Lady Yuyuko," replied Youmu, a bit perplexed at how she was expected to. She was glad for the excuse to look away from the Ultron head though. "I imagine the United States.
"Well, that explains it all, the ghost princess said, seemingly having gotten over all her confusion in an instant.
Does it? I'm still not sure where we're going...
The half-ghost said nothing however. Asking Lady Yuyuko to elaborate was just asking for trouble and a headache. She shuffled her feet awkwardly as the Prismrivers were roused from practise and followed silently along as they went to the teleporter.
She instead wondered what Lady Yuyuko would do once they got down there. Tatu had said they could go about this as they pleased, directly after telling them to destroy everything. So there was a bit of a mixed message there.
She stopped by the teleporter as Lyrica explained a bit about New York.
"-great city, with the largest cemetary in the United States."
Ah. Well, that did give Youmu an inkling as to where they were going first. Lyrica's sly grin indicated she knew too.
With a sigh, she got on the pad with the others, and the next moment they were gone.
Sifuri
"Oh."
It wasn't quite clear who had said it, but Seiga, Nitori and Toph were all surprised at the welcome they'd received. A helicarrier with armed men wasn't quite what any of them had expected.
Nitori just scoffed, while Seiga gave a little wave to the assembled people and Toph was lost in thought.
Conception is sin Birth is pain Life is toil Death is inevitable
Vampire Hunter
Sifuri
B.B. Hood & Maria Renard, SHIELD Helicarrier
B.B. Hood exited the portal to find it surrounded by a lot of armed troops, and B.B. Hood raised her hands in a 'don't shoot' motion as well. "Whoa whoa, we're here to help!"
B.B. Hood glanced at Loki and noticed everyone here glaring at him, even some of his own team members. "Oh, him... You can shoot him."
Soon, Maria Renard exited the portal to also find soldiers surrounding them and glaring at Loki. Maria glanced over at the trickster god, crossing her arms, "Tell me, is this the Midgard you attacked?"
"Given how many soldiers are assembled here, I am going to assume you all know what is happening here on your Earth," Maria began and cleared her throat, deciding she was probably the best to address the soldiers directly compared to the demonic Atrocitus of her own team or the rather cold and uncaring Urza of the other team. "You are facing an invading force composed of beings from across several universes trying to conquer your world, and we are also a force composed of beings from across several universes, but we seek to stop the force that has invaded your world."
"Can you provide us anything pertaining to who has invaded your world?" Maria asked simply, being the first to actually address the armed soldiers.
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Tira came through the hole and into the room Deathstroke had fallen into. She saw two other humans also in the room, who both started running for the hills at the sight of her. Smart. She let them go. They were meaningless in the grand scheme of things. Right now, her focus was on Deathstroke. She glared over at his broken, beaten body. Her blade had done quite a number on him, the man's blood still dripping off of it as he reached for his gun.
By now, Tira had enough of an idea of what to expect from the thing to know how to react to it. Seeing it come up and begin firing, she suddenly jumped, leaping directly onto the man. He did manage to get a couple of shots off, and she was sure one of them had at the least clipped her in the shoulder. But there was no time to worry about that. She had the mercenary right where she wanted him. On the ground, arms pinned down under her so he could not defend himself. Given a moment, he might have been able to break free.
Tira did not intend to give him that chance.
Just die already, damn it! She yelled as her blade descended onto the mans neck again and again, cutting it apart until there was nothing left, and his head rolled away from the body, the man having been decapitated. Any joy Tira may have felt at her foe's death was not evident on her face, as she simply glared down at the defeated foe.
Then she felt it. The rush of memory's and thoughts entering her head. She screamed, grabbing at her head as the flood of them threatened to overwhelm her. She saw in her head images of war, death, cold efficient brutality. The images flashed quickly. One second, she saw a large jungle, men with strange weapons and who had outfits that blended into their surroundings. Leading them was the man she had just killed, looking much younger. Her mind identified this as Vietnam, despite never having seen it before.
The next second, she saw a lab. The man was getting some kind of injection, clearly the serum that had given him the ability's that had drew her to him in the first place. The images started slowing down as they continued, showing her an abbreviated history of the man and what he had done. Her attention was drawn away from the images by a sudden urge to scratch her shoulder, the one she had been hit on. Curious, she looked over at it, only to see the wound healing much faster then she had expected. It was at this point that her scowl turned into a smile. It would appear that the plan had worked.
As Tira began recovering from the rush of images and memories, she began to understand. This was apparently the future, something she had suspected but did not have confirmation of up until this moment. In the future, apparently guns had become the dominant weapon of choice by the majority of people, largely replacing swords and other such weapons. The knowledge of that enraged Tira. What fun was there in killing something from a distance? What challenge would that present? How would you be able to look into their eyes as the life left them and enjoy the sight of it?
Not only that, but this new weapon had enabled the weaklings of the world to survive far longer than they deserved. As she shifted through the memories, she grew even angrier. This man she had killed had, in turn, killed many people himself, and she saw the majority of them for what they were. Weaklings. Wastes of time and space whose souls would be barely worth the effort of harvesting, had that still been her mandate. The man whose memories she now shared agreed with her assessment, it seemed, dismissing them as unworthy targets who were apparently only killed for the money.
Only a few names stood out as anything more than worthless. A man named Batman, who he had a few run ins with. Apparently this was a man who went into combat dressed as a bat, as the name suggested. Tira had seen weirder. Personally, she preferred ravens herself. This errant thought brought another name to her head. A group called the Teen Titans, a group that had apparently given him trouble, and one of the few jobs he had taken that he failed to completed. As Tira saw these Titans in her head, she was tempted to laugh, until she saw them in action against the man. She was now intrigued by this group. Many of their members were young, and the young were always easier to manipulate then adults. Always so trusting, so naive. Some of them would be resistant, of course. Those she would have to kill. But someone would be receptive to her, she was sure. She would find at least one to work with. Then she could take them with her, have them serve her, mold them to…
She stopped mid thought. Something made her suddenly cautious. This Slade apparently had tried the same thing sometime in the past. And it wasn’t the only time he had tried to convince some kid to join him, become what he appeared to see as his apprentice. Tira, of course, did not care about this. What was making her worry was some mild concern that his memories were still effecting her. Was this what she wanted to do, or what he wanted?
She shook the thought off. She would sort that out later, hopefully the blending of her and his goals would be temporary, if it was indeed happening at all. For now, she had something she wanted to do. The man had put up a good fight, a very good fight considering he was outnumbered 3 to 1. His soul would be nice and strong, and Tira had a sudden urge to take it. Why, she was unsure. Nightmare was no longer around to take the souls, and Taru did not appear to want them. Still, it was a strong soul, and there was no point in wasting it. Considering what she was learning about this world, it may be a while before she encountered another person with a soul worth harvesting. Perhaps she would find a way to make use of it at some point in the future.
She knelt down at Deathstroke’s body and held her hands over it. Her allies would see a purple smoke begin coming out of all the various openings and wounds of his body, coalescing into an orb between her hands. With a smile, she closed her hands around the orb. After a moment, she opened them back up, revealing the orb had vanished, the absorption having been completed. before her allies might have a chance to ask exactly what had just happened, she heard the voice of her new master, commanding her to attack a place called New York. Her new memory's quickly showed her what that was, and what to expect there.
Oh, this is going to be fun! I'm all finished here, master. She said out loud, hoping he could hear her. It would take her a while to get to this New York on foot, she knew. I'm ready to have some more fun just as soon as you send me there.
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Sasuke
Sasuke had shown up on the SHIELD helicarrier when he noticed the "warm reception" he received, alongside the others.
"You will need to explain yourself to the others." The ninja faced Loki. "And I do not want to be accused of being a villain."
Sky
Sky had shown as well a few seconds after Sasuke did.
The officer was very shocked to see the reception.
"Hold it! Hold it!" The ranger shouted as he got out his SPD Delta Morpher and showed the SHIELD soldiers his ID. "I'm a police officer with Space Patrol Delta! Don't shoot!"
The Morpher's cover was flipped down to show his SPD police badge on it.
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Fletcher - Helicarrier
"I don't think they care!" Fletcher called out to Sky, noticing his desperate attempts to prove his credentials.
"Your organization probably doesn't exist here!"
Helicarrier
-Iroh exits the portal, repressing his first instinct to hurl fire at the soldiers surrounding them, most of them looking more confused than aggressive. There is no question that they are holding weapons, and so he too holds his empty hands out.-
-Upon exiting the portal, the squiggohmu emits a bellow as it smells the unfamiliar atmosphere, quickly reined in by vigorous cranial percussion. The mekboss looks around their landing area, vaguely noticing the gits from their rival Waaagh! but somewhat more preoccupied by the mass of 'umies with shootaz who appear to have been waiting for them.-
Oi, boss. Is dis da part where we gets kunnin'? waaaaaaa!
-Having kicked one grot flying off the squiggohmu, the mekboss looks for the 'umie in charge. As frustratingly usual for this backwards species, rank is not decided by size not is it indicated by enormous hats.-
Oi, 'umies! Which wunna ya is da boss?
Sao Paulo
-Anub'arak leaves the mercenary to be finished off by the others, concentrating on bringing ever more insects under his command and into his body.-
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Team Magic
"Not again..."
This was now the second time he had ended up in a new world only to be surrounded by potentially hostile humans. Gough sighed and sat down carefully, trying to make himself look as nonthreatening as possible.
Team Science
Gavrill looked around the helicarrier at the armed soldiers, still smiling. They weren't supposed to kill the invading enemies, nobody said they couldn't kill anyone else, right?
Paranormal Activity VII
Sifuri - SHIELD Helipad
"Wha....?" Ryuko said in confusion when she crossed over the portal and was greeted with the sight of armed soldiers pointing guns at them. She saw that she was pointing her scissor right in their direction and not wanting to aggravate the situation further, immediately recalled it to her back, smiling sheepishly and waving.
"Did he have to send us to this one place here? There were literally nowhere else he could of sent us?!" Ryuko angrily whispered over to Senketsu, who was wide-eyed and looked at the soldiers uneasy and scared.
Meanwhile, after she walked out of the portal, Erza simply looked at the soldiers with a raised eyebrow. Interesting place to start with people surrounding them, ready to attack them at a moment's notice. She looked around, confused and scratched her head.
"Excuse me. Mind if you put your weapons down? We're only here to help you out with a.... difficult challenge in store today..." she said over to the soldiers, hoping to defuse the situation.
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Doomstadt—Castle Doom
“King, if you please,” Doom corrected, without any admonishment. “This way.”
With those words he turned and led Saya into the depths of Castle Doom, down corridors and past dozens of servants who stopped whatever they were doing to bow before their lord and master. Doom, for his part, offered them little more than a glance of acknowledgement if he acknowledged them at all; the staff feared and respected Victor von Doom more than anything else, and it would seem strange if he paid them any courtesy.
It was a role Ahriman was well-accustomed to playing. Looking down on one’s mortal thralls and walking like gods amongst them was nothing new to a Chaos Lord, and he had had ten thousand years with which to practice this sort of behaviour. His flagship, the Rubrican, played home to countless human slaves, servants and sycophants, many of whom had lived in his service for generations and who would gladly offer up their firstborn child for a chance to kiss their living god’s feet, if he but asked.
Such was the way of things.
Soon enough they arrived at their destination, a baroque sitting room on the castle’s second floor, not far from the main entrance. Used for welcoming visiting dignitaries on the rare occasions that Victor von Doom chose to entertain such guests, it was a broad and comfortable room, with high-backed chairs and chaises longues arranged around a central table. Wall-mounted torches illuminated the room, casting shadows across the carpets, and tapestries hung from the walls depicting the stations of Doctor Doom’s canon—the scarring of the face, the forging of the armour, the donning of the mask, the riding of the Silver Surfer’s board, the abject humiliation of Reed Richards. A fireplace crackled warmly at the back, the flames artificial and without smoke.
Leaving orders for his two Doombots to stand guard outside, Doom moved toward a high-backed chair and sat down. It creaked faintly under his weight, and the arm rests bulged outward slightly. No matter how much Ahriman disguised himself with technological wizardry, the fact remained that he was an Astartes sitting in a chair built for mortal men; it tolerated his mass and bulk only begrudgingly.
He flicked a finger, and the melancholy notes of the deaf composer’s sonata lunarium
filled the air, issuing forth from concealed speakers.
“That should prevent casual eavesdropping from anyone outside,” he said, slipping back into his true voice. “So, Tatu sent you did he—”
He got no further than that, for suddenly the man himself—or a projection of his voice, at least—was floating at his side, issuing orders. Ahriman fell silent, listening, tenting his fingers in contemplation. So, the little band of heroes that Loki had warned him about the night before had arrived; and Tatu wished to draw them out by laying waste to New York. A decent strategy, if perhaps lacking in finesse.
Ahriman had no intention of committing Doom’s robots to the fight; after everything he had done to conceal his identity in the last hour, let alone the last twelve, sending Doombots in to fight on the side of his fellow Overlords would be a waste of his efforts.
Of course, that was only if he sent them in initially. And he had other forces that could be put into play…
When Tatu had fallen silent, Ahriman locked eyes with Saya. “Excuse me for a moment.”
With those words the Chaos Lord closed his eyes, and with a thought he unshackled his astral form from his physical body. Invisible and immaterial, the Chaos Lord rose through the walls and floors of Castle Doom like a wraith and flew towards the wooded outskirts of Doomstadt. Crossing miles in the blink of an eye, he quickly homed in on the cave where he had first begun to form his plan to topple Victor von Doom. He had dwelt here during the daylight hours, safe from prying eyes, free to reconnoitre the city and prepare the necessary pieces of his plan.
While that plan had not survived first contact with the enemy, there was yet one piece of it that had survived, one element that could still be put into play.
His subtle body descended into the bleak darkness of the cave and alighted on the floor, folding its arms. A pungent musk filled the air, sweat and blood and filth in equal measure, and the shadows were alive with the sound of slow, heavy breathing.
+Awaken, my tzaangors. Your master has need of you.+
The shadows stirred, grunting, snorting. Twenty-seven pairs of phosphorescent blue lights flickered into being within the darkness, eyes that glowed faintly with the power of mutation and change. He made himself visible then, a radiant figure of such brilliance that they recoiled in pain; and as his form threw back the shadows, his creations came into view.
They had been animals once, goats taken from a goatherd who ran afoul of a bear. Now they were something more, transfigured by the power of Chaos, mutated, restructured and enhanced. With thick, hairy hands they shielded their eyes from the glare, and on two legs they knelt as best as they were able. Bipedal now, with muscular humanoid torsos and powerful arms, the creatures stood almost seven feet tall when fully erect, towering over any ordinary human and almost being of a height with Space Marines.
Neither goats nor men, these creatures were something in-between. Beastmen. Abhumans, if such a term could be applied to creatures who were never human to begin with. On Sortiarius, which lesser men simply called the Planet of the Sorcerers, the Thousand Sons called them tzaangors, kept them as guards for their towers and libraries.
They were smarter than simple beasts, stronger than mere men. And above all, they were obedient and fanatically loyal.
Recognition flashed in their eyes, and as one the creatures abased themselves and lowered their horned heads to the floor. Their jaws, never meant to create human speech, contorted in strange ways as they ground out a half-growled, half-bleated acknowledgement.
“Masturrrrgh…”
+Arm yourselves,+ he said curtly. +The time for battle draws near…+
Within the bowels of Castle Doom, automated foundries ground to life.
New designs were fed into the computers which governed them, and assembly lines set in motion, churning out pieces and components—stocks, barrels, magazine-shaped power packs, focusing lenses, main body casings, handgrips, trigger guards… all of them pieces of a very simple, modular laser rifle,
◊ a kind churned out by the trillions from hundreds of forge worlds across the length and breadth of the galaxy. Easy to assemble, easy to maintain, and so easy to use that even an idiot could reliably score a few hits from time to time.
Beyond these, the machines also churned out cheap pieces of armour—thin metal breastplates with leather padding, oversized pauldrons, simple vambraces. Nowhere near enough to make a complete suit, and nowhere near enough to offer a man full protection. But the amount of coverage was quite intentional, and in their maker’s eyes it was more than sufficient. Simple hoods with integrated goggles completed the ensemble, along with serrated combat knives.
The machines stayed on long enough to produce enough material to arm perhaps thirty people, then shut down. And the components they created vanished into the aether, reappearing miles away in the beastmen’s cave.
They looked at the components, growling and slavering.
They knew what to do. That knowledge had been seared into their minds.
Hoods were donned. Breastplates were strapped into place. Belts were cinched tightly around hirsute waists, knives clipped on. Vambraces were slipped on, straps tightened. Stocks were slotted into position, locked with lugs. Barrels were screwed in, iron sights were adjusted. Power packs were slammed home, producing a soft whine as the circuits engaged.
The oldest and largest among them, an ill-tempered, white-furred brute with a deep scar running down his muzzle named Molok, flared his nostrils. “We rrrrready, masturrrrrgh,” he growled. “Who we kill forrrrr yougnh…?”
Ahriman smiled. +Everyone.+
Space Base
The teleporter crackled, and with a flare of corposant nine goat-headed tzaangors stepped off the platform, fanning out. Behind them came nine more, and then the last nine, stepping off the platform with growls of barely-suppressed agitation. The beastmen were alert, clutching their lasguns tightly in their hands, panning their goggled eyes back and forth as if searching for threats.
White-furred Molok stepped forward, hooves ringing on the metal floor, holding his rifle in one hand so that the muzzle pointed at the ceiling. “Lorrrd Ah-hree-man send us,” he announced, his voice guttural and bestial. “We rrrrready to kill. When leave for New Yorrrrk Citygh…?”
Doomstadt—Castle Doom, Sitting Room
Ahriman’s body drew a sharp breath as his astral form returned, opening his eyes.
“My apologies,” he said, shifting slightly. “Now then, I assume you received Tatu’s message as well.” He tented his fingers. “What are your plans?”
The Danse Macabre Codex
Rayman
“All right then, here we go!” With that, Rayman leapt through the portal, into the unknown...or, as it turned out, a group of soldiers pointing guns at them. He had expected things to get dangerous, but this was just ridiculous.
"I don't suppose it'd help to say we've been sent to help?" Rayman asked no one in particular.
Donnie
Having done all he could, Donnie moved through the portal…only to be confronted by soldiers with guns.
“Don’t shoot! We’re friendly, we’re friendly!” Donnie said, panickingly raising his hands up. Please be good guys, please be good guys.
Witchcraft!
Sifuri, SHIELD Helicarrier
Elec Man hadn't been sure what to expect on the other side of the portal, but soldiers with guns trained on them... was hardly a surprise.
He raised his hands in a gesture of non-hostility.
"I cannot speak for my... companions, but I have no intention of hurting anyone. And so long as you don't shoot, I cannot, even if I wished to. The Laws of Robotics are pain in the neck, even for a Robot Master as glorious as I."
Riesbyfe, also entering the hangar from the portal, ducked her head under her shield as soon as she saw the guns trained on her.
"Friend or foe?" She questioned, because obviously there weren't already enough people saying about the same thing, "Guns pointed at Loki is a melody that doesn't really sing of one or the other, frun."
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Vampire Hunter
Eclipse
Queen Zeal, The Manhattan Ash Hotel
Before Zeal could respond to Greed, Tatu interrupted them with their mission to destroy New York and kill every hero in their path. Zeal smiled.
"If you liked what I did to Amora, I plan to make more decor out of every hero who faces me!" Zeal laughed evilly, but then frowned as the video of herself was taken off the air. "It appears I shall have to find a live audience."
As Zeal did succeed in enchanting everyone both men and women inside the Manhatten Ash Hotel first, she had a large enough army to begin taking over. But where to start? Zeal wanted to make the entire city a stage for everyone to see her enchanting performance. What sort of place would be suitable for a large live audien... That's it! Zeal quickly pulled out the Hypno-Pollen and divided it into three equal vials. She had made a deal with Eggman after all and she owed Medusa one, so she was going to give them both a third of the Hypno-Pollen in exchange for them giving her half of the Hypno-Pollen they make. Once she was done, Zeal smiled at Greed.
"Be right back, hun," Zeal apologized to Greed, kissing him on the cheek. "I have things to do in the Bronx."
Zeal then teleported away.
Queen Zeal, Space Base
Those in the Space Base would see Queen Zeal teleport back up, and she looked in a bit of a rush, but she was surprised to see Dr. Eggman again.
"Ah, you, I made a deal with you," Zeal said, handing Eggman one of the three small vials she had divided the Hypno-Pollen up in. "Remember what we agreed on, because this is all the Hypno-Pollen you shall get from me."
"However, I am in a bit of a rush, so I must go now," Zeal began typing on the computer in search of something... What could be seen from over Zeal's shoulder was... a baseball stadium? Why would Zeal be interesting in a baseball stadium? Once she got a good, long look, Zeal entered the teleporter and vanished down to the Earth again.
Queen Zeal, Yankee Stadium
Queen Zeal teleported right in the middle of Yankee Stadium during a baseball game, and quickly began casting spells to make her voice be heard by all in the stadium, and to make her be seen by everyone in the stadium with a larger than life illusion of herself.
"All you fans of the Home Team, listen and watch me!" Zeal began in her enchanting voice, and began to move about in a very enticing way, casting a spell of obedience on the entire stadium's audience. "They may have kicked me off the air, but that's all the better for my adoring public! Now you get a front row seat for a special live performance from your queen and goddess, Amora Zeal!"
The giant illusion of Queen Zeal spun around an illusion of a pole and as she did so, her clothing changed into a green and black bikini that left little to the imagination.
"You would all love to be my adoring, eternal slaves, do you not?!" Zeal asked the stadium calmly as she continued her enchanting pole dance. "You just need to obey your new queen and goddess, and give into your lust... but not that kind of lust. The particular lust your beautiful queen and goddess wants her adoring public to give into is bloodlust!"
Zeal suddenly stopped her enchanting pole dance, smirking evilly, "Your beautiful queen and goddess wants you to riot in the streets and kill all who may try to stop you!"
"And for those who dare try to stop Queen Zeal... do stay tuned!" Zeal took a bow and teleported away as the viewing audience of Yankee Stadium began to start a riot in the Bronx, enslaved to do so by their eternal queen and goddess, Amora Zeal.
Queen Zeal, The Manhatten Ash Hotel
Queen Zeal teleported back into the Penthouse Apartment of the Manhattan Ash Hotel a couple of minutes. She was dressed casually in Yankees branded apparel, complete with backwards ball cap and an oversized jersey that went down to her hips, and nothing else that Greed could see. Queen Zeal even brought with her New York-Style pepperoni pizza and Buffalo wings with celery, carrots, and Ranch dip.
"I know from Amora's knowledge that this is the proper meal when watching sports," Zeal teased as she put down the food. "Though it is more appropriate for watching what this country calls football instead of baseball, I believe we will see something very interesting if we watch baseball."
"Let's just say, I would not want to be in the Bronx near Yankee Stadium if I were a hero right now," Zeal changed the channel to keep a tab on the upcoming riot in the Bronx.
edited 6th Jul '15 3:07:46 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Fist
Doomstadt Castle Sitting Room.
Saya walked along side Arhiman, taking note of the servants bowing their heads as they passed. Hopefully soon she'd have the same thing being done for her.
As she was lead into the parlor she took a moment to admire the beauty of the decor. It reminded her a bit of the kind of stuff you'd find inside a branch of the Librarium, the organization that had created her and treated her as no more than a tool. She sort of wanted it in her own castle, if only to show she had risen abover her former masters.
As she took a seat, Tatu chimed in with their orders. Apparently they were attacking New York. Normally she wouldn't question such orders and rush off to New York immediately to crush it. But she was now in a position where she could think for herself.
She had no doubt she could level the area with just herself. She might be Queen Saya now but she was still the murakumo unit Lambda-11. Originally they were made to explore the realm of The Boundary, a dimensional plane made up of energy, that would destroy mortals who got near. But she was one of the last, and thus heavily weaponized. Suffice to say that once Murakumos lived up to their namesakes nukes started to go out of style.
Closing her eyes she started to weigh her options. She couldn't risk being seen just yet. If Troy were to be rebuilt its leader couldn't be seen attacking a superpower. If she used a disguise she wouldn't be able to fight at full strenght, and she definitely couldn't risk losing Tony over this. His work was instrumental to her future.
She sighed. "I suppose I'll have to stay out of this fight. There's just too much to lose for me." continuing on Saya waved her hand as if dismissing the orders. "I'll get right to the point of why I came here then. I want an alliance with you, or should I say I want your help. In exchange for helping to rebuild Troy, you'll have a great ally in me. I already have Tony Stark at my beck and call. I'm sure you can tell what that means."
edited 6th Jul '15 4:32:42 PM by Azure
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The Mighty Pen
Urza emerged into the hanger of the helicarrier and took in his surroundings in a swift, sweeping look. Underlying currents of faint magic in the air, but no devices to take advantage of it that he could sense. Advanced artifice, some of which was clearly related to Hood's weaponry, chemical and powder-based explosive shells and the like. And he saw no one else than humans, besides those of his allies and some of those on the other team who stood beside him, unless someone here was merely human-like.
Said humans wore matching uniforms, so clearly a military organization, and the place had the look of a base of operations. And as for the leader...that would likely be the man either lacking rank insignia entirely or having the most elaborate symbol of them all. High command generally required those of a certain age as well, and given the way the people were standing and reacting to their entrance, Urza felt he could make an educated guess. But, lest he look foolish, he decided to wait and see if he was right. He stepped out slightly ahead of the others, deliberately rapping his staff on the deckplates.
"We are here to help," he said, adding his own such statement to those of the others, "Your world is under attack and every moment counts. Tell us the situation and I will assist you with organizing a defense and attack. Also, let me save you some time before you ask if you can trust us. If you can't, you can't stop us from killing all of you right now and I wouldn't be wasting time talking to you. But you can, and we will prove it through action." As an afterthought he added, "I am Urza Planeswalker. To whom am I speaking?"
edited 6th Jul '15 5:52:30 PM by RedCedar
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
Undisclosed Location
The silence that followed was slightly unnerving and for a while, it seemed as if the robot didn't know what to do next. That would be of course, a lie. The plan hadn't changed for him and thanks to some quirk of nature, I knew in part what he was thinking.
People had appeared in a city called New York. Tatu, the employer had ordered their elimination and since the robot was not particularly interested in fighting them, I was created.
Mission: eliminate the Seekers.
Slowly the robot stood up, it would seem that he had made up his mind on whether or not his trust in me can be continued.
"Seeing that our mental connection is only partially functional, I will be accepting question as to the particulars of your mission. Nevertheless, you already know the major strokes. Now..."
Here, he made a sweeping gesture with his hand and behind him, the wall slid away to reveal the contents they had hidden.
It was guns.
Guns galore. Everything from pistols to shot guns to sniper rifles and even some which were definitely futuristic. I stood up and went to the hidden armory. It felt strange...something about all this resonated with me, like an intense taste of de ja vu. Reaching forward I began to arm myself and strangely, the robot acted as if all this had been anticipated. There was no alarm at the prospect of a stranger picking up weaponry that may well be used against him.
Was this trust?
Regardless, I contented myself in picking out the weapons I would need to survive in the coming war. Two pistols, two shot guns and finally a futuristic thing
◊ with what seemed to be an emitter attached to the front.
While I stocked myself with ammunition, the robot strode calmly over, picked up case and handed it to me. Opening it I saw something that was definitely a sniper rifle
. With it were a large case of strange black bullets.
"I call them Darklight rounds." The robot said, almost with a sense of pride.
"Invisible at night and soundless, they each contain within them a blast of shadow energy. They should be able to pierce even tank armor. There's only a 100 of them so use it sparingly and only for the most important targets."
I nodded and closed the case.
"Good. Now that you are ready, are there any questions?"
I stared at the robot and slowly, a tight smile formed on my face.
"No." I said before leveling my future tech weapon at his head.
"Thanks for the arms."
I squeezed the trigger and a blast of blue light erupted out of the nozzle of the Dalek blaster. Next thing I knew, the robot had crumpled to the floor in front of me, his head reduced to molten slag.
So much for trust.
Castle Doom, Sitting Room
Ahriman nodded. “Indeed I do.” He knew from pilfered firsthand experience just how brilliant and inventive Tony Stark was, and why having him as an ally would be most beneficial. The man’s achievements were admittedly lacking in matters of a mystical nature, but in science and robotics he had few peers; he was one of the few individuals Victor von Doom had actually acknowledge as being almost good enough to equal his own skill in that regard.
Almost.
“Stark’s services would be useful, yes. And I can certainly see how this arrangement benefits you, as well.” The Chaos Lord shifted in his throne to make himself more comfortable, paying no heed to the way it creaked and groaned yet again. “Not only would this allow you to establish a power base for yourself, you would also gain a legitimacy that you would not otherwise have through Victor von Doom’s endorsement. After all…”
Here he glanced pointedly at Saya’s fingers, and the rings which adorned them. “I imagine a person who came out of the blue claiming to be the Mandarin’s legitimate successor or something along those lines would raise more than a few eyebrows, if she did not have any evidence or support to back up such a claim.”
He drummed his armoured fingers once. “And I imagine that it was not an easy victory,” he added. “How did you do it, if I may ask?”
The Danse Macabre Codex
I'm Back Bitches (not really)
The Master nods at Menardi and walks into the teleporter, a look of relief clear in his eyes. she's a good partner, Menardi. Hopefully her and Zeal don't clash, we need everyone we can get.
The Master and Menardi then come out, a clear amount of magical energy surging from Koschei as a result of the upgrade. "Man, Menardi I see why you studied alchemy! This is such a interesting feeling, this surge. We Time Lords have always been in touch with the universe but this gives me such a different feeling to it. Maleficium, he called it. Witchcraft, dark magic in other words. Once I combine this with my technology and my lab...how will this blend with Dreamstone I wonder...no matter we'll figure that out later."
As he comes off he learns the mission in New York. Hmm Felix's memories say there's a lot of magicians in that area. What else could I learn? He grins his shark-like grin and laughs. "Gladly, Lord Tatu." He walks back in the teleporter full of energy clearly ready to play. As he pops out he looks at Menardi and whoever else has teleported down. "So where do we begin?"
To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy
Taskforce Sifuri: Icarax
I watched the boy Sokka with some satisfaction as he found the feel of his new blade. Though our training was far from over he was promising at the very least. Too bad the time for our mission was upon on us.
Watching him run off with the friends he had managed to make, I realized that it was time I gathered my weapons.
Picking up my double sword, I set it to the side of the forge. Then from the wall I detached a backpack. What it contained however, my teammates would see soon enough. After all, I could smell battle ahead and from the gut feeling, this was going to be a tough battle.
No, not tough- that word is not meant to describe battle. This was going to be fun.For too long I have either fought the weak or the down right nonsensical. I had allowed myself to be beaten by both a walking skeleton and a teenage human. No more, I say.
I hefted up my double sword and my shield and watched the light reflect off their silver surfaces. With these I was going to clean disgrace from my name.
They say we are going to face tough battles.
Surely we are going to paradise.
...
Taskforce Sifuri: Elsa
By the time the portal opened, Elsa was awake. In fact, she'd had time to take a quick shower and change clothes. It would simply not do for her to enter a new world smelling like training pit.
She had learned much over the last three days and though much needed polishing Elsa was now a competent ice user. Those dark feelings that once came with her ice magic was now all but gone. It was good to be free.
Smoothing her dress and giving a wave to chaika and shiek, Elsa hurried to the portal.
SHIELD Helipad
-Icarax-
The first thing I saw upon emerging from the portal were humans. Humans armed with guns and all the guns pointed at us. And no wonder.
It would seem that both teams had emerged together. Beside me stood one of the most bizarre gatherings the multiverse had to offer. Nevertheless, it would seem that this mission was off to a bumpy start. Should these humans open fire, I would have no choice but to obliterate them and I was loth to waste energy on such trivial matters.
Perhaps the silver tongues in our company could talk the humans down.
It was then that I felt it.
Never had the shock been so great as the moment I felt that presence. For a moment I was beside myself, my double sword clattering to the ground before I could regain my wits. Dread, fear, resentment, pure undivided anger. It all rushed through me like a train.
This presence. Yet I could not be wrong. Makuta can sense each others presence no matter the distance. This key ability had allowed me to slaughter my brethren during the war of dissent. It should be impossible for me to sense any Makuta since this sense is cut off by the barrier between realities.
But I felt it. This stench, this gnawing at the back of my skull.
"Teridax..."
Teridax
As soon as Icarax stepped through the portal into the world, teridax was aware of him. However, there was no surprise- just malicious satisfaction. His plan was going to go off without a hitch.
Better yet, Teridax could place Icarax's location within three guesses. Happy chance, this. Icarax must not go unwelcomed.
Luckily, he had already seen to that.
Annoyed Mode: ON
Chaika Trabant and Raven - The Adventure Begins
Five seconds. That's all the determined look on Chaika's face lasted upon walking through the portal, and into... a whole lot of men with... were those weapons? Either way, she immediately froze in place and looked around alert, calming down only after she was sure no one would attack them.
The man that came out shortly after her, however, was even more cautions.
Golden eyes quickly scanned the whole scene. Several of the people coming out of the portal were unfamiliar, but did not seem to be a threat. Also, they were all currently surrounded by uniformed people, most likely soldiers. They weren't shooting yet, so that was probably a sign they were just being cautious, and not the enemy the Seekers had been sent to defeat. But Raven kept his arm at the ready, not too far from the hilt of his blade, just in case things turned sour suddenly.
edited 6th Jul '15 11:15:30 PM by Katarsus
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Sifuri
After 3 days training some martial moves and being a bit lazy she finally got out of the portal..,The place seemed so foreign to her home and yet so familiar...
Would the shield agents recognize her?'
She was glad to see Armani, as luckily bith magic and science teams were finally reunited, But as soon as she saw the Shield agents pointing guns at them she flew infront of Armani to cover him, as she was worried they could kill her friend.
"It's ok , I am Supergirl, a superhero " she introduced herself to the shield agents as she spotted proudly the "s" symbol on her chest. She thought that if in this world there were superheroes that could help them to trust the seekers.
"We know there is a big evil coming. We're here to help you fight it and save the world "
Then there was Loki, sure she didn't like him that much either, but as superhero she had to try to help to ease the tension.
"...yeah he is pretty much an backstabbing arrogant jerk, but he is our backstabbing arrogant jerk and he is on our side... sometimes," Supergirl said bluntly.
Eclipse
Blackfire crossed her arms "I expected more of you. I guess my sister is weaker than I thought " she told Slade before he was finished off by Tira. Her words were more telling if her own pride than of Slade's skills.
Sure she wanted to finish him herself but this was Tira's prize. Blackfire crossed her arms as her thoughts were lost. How could her sister have so much trouble with him? she wondered.
She then waited to be teleported just like Anu'barak and Tira did.
edited 7th Jul '15 12:06:45 AM by RPGLegend
Forgiveness is beyond justice, faith is superior than hope, redemption is better than perfection and love is greater than them all.
Gotham City
Medusa could only smirk as Catwoman mustered up the last pieces of her bravado in an attempt to upset the witch. Even when she spat on her face, Medusa could only shake her head in disappointment. She should have expected such thick-headed behavior. "Oh I hope its a show." She remarked warmly. Before the thief could do anything with the white object in her teeth, the snakes within her body began to thrash about harder than ever. They ripped their way out through her flesh, ripping her body to pieces. Medusa's tattoos released Catwoman as she was torn into an unrecognizable mess.
It was at this time that her snakes attacked Pamela, causing the witch to smirk. She had found where she was. She quickly grabbed a broom from the backdoor of a shop in a nearby alley. she held the broom out horizontally in the air, slowly lowering her hands away from it as it hovered in front of her. The witch turned and sat upon the broom, allowing it to take her up into the sky. She smirked as she looked down upon the plant covered hotel. Thanks to her snakes, she now knew exactly where inside of the building her target was.
With a light smile on her face, Medusa out-stretched her arms in front of herself and closed her eyes. In her world, every witch has a ritual they develop at a young age to help them concentrate. Slowly Medusa's arms started to shift and writhe, moving in up and down motions. She moved her arms to imitate the movement of snakes, neither one moving in sync with the other. Then she started to chant in a low voice.
"Nake Snake, Cobra Cobu-bura"
She could feel the power in her soul growing and taking shape. The ritual took only a few moments, as Poison Ivy writhed on the floor in the hotel bellow. She would not die that way though, Medusa wanted to make sure it was through her own power just to be safe. The witch's eyes shot open as her magic lashed out into the shape of countless vector arrows coming from her back. The black arrows stretched out and shot down towards the hotel.
In the room, Crona watched Ivy writhe with a bit of confusion, stepping back from her. The teen wasn't supposed to kill her right? Medusa would be mad if she died before she could get the final hit in. These thoughts were cut off as the room was suddenly filled with Medusa's arrows, piercing through the roof of the building and raining into the room. Crona was thrown to the ground from the force of the arrows, but they still could not pierce the black blood. Ivy on the other hand, was skewered through every part of her body. The woman died with no idea why she was targeted.
Medusa closed her eyes as she felt the power from her kill flow into her. Slowly the voices of plant life filled her mind as a connection started to form between the witch and all flora in a large area. She could understand a bit more of why Ivy was so anti-social towards people, as the plants whispered in her ear. Her eyes slowly opened, just in time for a message from Tatu to reach her. New York City was a familiar name, and an interesting new target. Medusa's broom turned in the direction of the Big Apple as it took off to join the rest of the Overlords.
Helicarrier - Team Sifuri
Labrys stepped out of the portal, joining the rest of the two groups in surprise at coming face to face with a lot of guns. She was pretty glad that she had her axe attached to her back instead of in her hands. The robot raised her hands to show that she didn't have anything, letting the others speak for their group. She quickly took a look to her sides as she noticed that it wasn't just her team in the hanger, but the other team. Really was starting to look like there was no competition anymore.
Desco in Space!
Desco listened intently to Tatu's orders. It seemed fitting to attack a city to Desco, so she was eager to get started. "Desco knows!" Desco started to punch commands into the teleporter, bringing up a well known building in New York. "We can start with the Empire State Building! They blow up that building a lot in daddy's movies."
edited 5th Jul '15 9:18:56 PM by StephanReiken