Peace River - North Shore - Earlier that morning, rapidly approaching present time
As Mio, Trude, Lynette and their chaperone descended in the lift, a loud boom reverberated through the structure of the Executive Tower. The space inside flooded with red emergency lighting and the lift slowed to a stop as its onboard computer did a quick network check to make sure the lift tube was still intact. Half a second later, satisfied with the condition of the structure surrounding it, normal lighting turned back on and it resumed its downward path. The three pilots looked wary for a moment, and especially Trude started critically studying the elevator.
"It was just making sure it was still safe to descend," Reynard explained to the three Witches, completely unfazed by this turn of events. "A shock like that would normally be due to some severe damage to the city. I bet I'll get a call any mo-"
He was, as predicted, interrupted by a communicator hooked to his belt chirping. He removed it without a hint of concern over the cataclysmic consequences he just hinted at, or even looking to see who was paging. "Gonna tell me what that was HQ?"
"Something huge just arrived in orbit, Colonel," the staff officer hundreds of meters beneath them said, loud enough for the Witches to hear. We want to... well you gotta see this, sir. I think you'll have a busy day ahead of you."
Something huge had appeared in orbit? Mio glanced over at Lynette, who was carrying the field radio set. The Flight Sergeant shook her head; communications with Folkestone had not yet been established.
"Gotcha," Reynard replied, before thumbing the device off and clipping it back to a beltloop. "Well, duty calls. Sorry to part ways so soon, but the CEO won't be far behind us. Just hang tight when we get-" the lift slowed to a stop and chimed. "-here."
The Witches were semi-introduced to a woman called Mika. Mio glanced at her uniform's rank badge and nametag before introducing herself.
"Captain Albrect? Pleasure to meet you. I am Squadron Leader Mio Sakamoto of the 501st Joint Fighter Wing, and these are Flight Lieutenant Barkhorn and Flight Sergeant Bishop."
The two junior pilots saluted, as Mio became aware of another girl present. From her style of clothing, Mio hazarded a guess that she was not local. Another customer, possibly?
"How do you do?" Mio greeted her with a smile.
Folkestone Air Base - The Other 501st
Meanwhile, Folkestone was buzzing with activity. All available crew were trying to make sense of the large object that had appeared in the sky, but to little avail. Most of all, it looked like a mechanical moon, and Minna prayed that was all it was. But she doubted it. She was torn between sending someone to the Common Room to try to gather intelligence from those present there and keeping all pilots ready to launch at a moment's notice. With a quarter of the combined airforce otherwise occupied and two more leaving, however, she could not afford sending more away.
On the runway, Sanya and Eila were preparing for take-off. A cargo plane had been loaded with the necessary equipment for the temporary base, and would be departing soon.
"Remember, your orders are to set up base as quick as possible, establish communications and then move to standby ready to dispatch immediately. Right now, I don't care what those mechs think about you dispatching from the island, if things get hot I need you two in the air. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am!" "Yes, ma'am."
"And stay alert out there. Don't let the 'bots get the drop on you. We'll be relaying all important communications from Iacon to you, so remember, you're not alone there. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am!" "Yes."
"Alright, then get going," Minna finished with a smile. "Be careful."
The Witches waved goodbye, then took off together with the cargo plane.
Approaching DK Island
Soon, the three aircrafts were making good speed across the body of water that separated DK Island and Folkestone. The distance being so short gave Eila the creeps. A island with possible violent bots, and without the safety of the Britannian Channel between them this time. The only thing that could make it worse was having to stay on the island...oh wait.
"Right, no turning back. Sanya, make the call."
The Orussian Witch nodded and hailed the Cybertronian base on the island.
"Calling Brushfire Base, calling Brushfire Base. This is Flying Officer Aleksandra Vladimirovna Litvyak of Folkestone Air Base, escorting transport Juliet Foxtrot Whiskey Tango Zero Two carrying equipment for establishing a diplomatic base in accordance with previous agreement. Requesting permission to commence airdrop and landing in previously designated location, over."
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Problem Child
Wheeljack couldn't help but feel a little pride as he watched his creation be wheeled into position on the launch pad. The rocket would make its way up into geo-synchronous orbit and provide the Autobots with optics in the sky at last. Once the Gazer satellite was deployed, they would be able to scan for natural resources to extract. It would also be useful for satellite images should his commanders want updated battle telemetry on demand. Once this satellite was in orbit, the Autobots could finally start solidifying their position of power. And it was all thanks to him. He couldn't wait to stand out beside it as it launched up into the heavens.
"Are we ready to launch, Wheeljack?" asked Ultra Magnus, over his comm-link. The Supreme Commander was deep in the Tactical Centre of the Metroplex, the very heart of Autobot military operations. From there, he was coordinating many separate Autobot matters at once in the way only a Magnus could.
"Heat diffusers check out, Commander. The pre-launch sequence is complete. We're good to go."
Standing beside him, Perceptor began the count down. " Countdown commence: 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Ignition."
The rocket took off, sailing up to the stratosphere. " We have blast-off."
Wheeljack's moment of pride was quickly brought to a close as Magnus contacted him again. "You are certain it will remain undetected?"
"I've fitted it with a full sensor-dampener package," answered Wheeljack. "Plus it would take a mammoth cyberwarfare suite to crack our encryptions. Honestly, it would be less safe down here on the surface. Even that big moon up there won't find it unless it parks a ship right on top of it."
"I hope you are right, Wheeljack. This satellite is our best chance at finding a source of untapped resources and bolstering our position at the bargaining table with our neighbours."
"I guess that's why you had us disconnect all of Gazer's feeds from the Folkstone network?"
"For now, Wheeljack, this satellite remains our secret weapon. And it must remain secret until I deem our allies fit to know of it. You have performed well, Autobot. Dismissed."
In the time it had taken Ultra Magnus to observe Wheeljack's launch, other pressing matters had already stacked up against him. It was all he could do to keep his processor from overloading from the information feeds pouring in.
Energon supplies were dwindling towards the red zone. Decepticons were operating in neighbouring territories, stirring up trouble. Castlevania was bolstering its defences on their border, and perhaps preparing for an attack. Longarm had gone over Magnus's head by sanctioning Agent Cliffjumper's "observational mission" to Tokyo and had perhaps sparked Autobot involvement in yet another brewing conflict. And to make everything worse, an enormous battle station was now orbiting the planet, and it was too much to hope its intentions were benevolent.
One thing at a time.
"Inform Alpha Trion that we are diverting reserve energon to the Metroplex, to power its transformation," he said to Jazz. "Civilian distribution will have to be halted for now."
"They ain't gonna roll with that," warned Jazz. "If the common bots don't get their energon fix, they'll be battering down the door and stealing it right in front of us, ya dig?"
"Once we have determined an appropriate level of rationing, they will receive their energon, but until then each of us will have to tough it out, like we did in the Great War," answered Ultra Magnus. "Energy riots will pale in comparison to the fate that will befall Iacon if the Metroplex is not ready to transform and defend it. Now relay the instructions."
Jazz didn't press the issue further, saluting and heading out. Optimus and Sentinel Prime stepped forward when Ultra Magnus turned to address them.
"Our campaign against the Decepticons over the island has been postponed for now<" said Ultra Magnus. "We must focus our resources on quantifying the threat posed by that battlestation above us."
"I still think it's a mistake to let the Decepticons off the hook, Commander sir," said Sentinel. "That space station up there hasn't made a move, but the Decepticons have been endangering valuable Autobots. Oh, and Optimus too, I suppose."
"Sir," said Optimus, ignoring Sentinel, "If we're going to understand this threat, our best source of information is the Common Room."
"Oh yes," remarked Sentinel. "This wonderful Common Room that only you and your crew have been to. Yes, please, tell us more about this magical realm of yours."
"Sentinel Prime," interrupted Ultra Magnus. "Optimus Prime's word holds weight. We have locked down the portal to this Common Room, and it does indeed seem that only he and a select few can travel through them."
Sentinel scowled, looking away. "I still don't trust anything I don't see with my own two optics."
"Then you are in luck, Sentinel Prime," Magnus said. "You will accompany Optimus Prime to this Common Room on a fact-finder mission. Gather all the information you can on the battle station, and report back."
Optimus's face dropped. Sentinel was the absolute last Autobot who should be on such a diplomatically sensitive mission. But Sentinel was Ultra Magnus's right hand bot - there to remind Optimus that he had a chain of command to answer to. With Cliffjumper racing off to fight enhanced humans in Tokyo, and a pair of Autobots running the border to who knows where, the Autobot Council was coming down hard on those who stepped beyond the line.
For better or worse, he would have to make do for now.
"And the two organics were taken into custody?" asked Longarm, pacing back and forth.
"Yes, sir," answered Cliffjumper. "The toughest one escaped after another organic female without protective covering transwarped him away with her. The primary target was out of our reach by the time we were caught in the fight."
"All the same, you did well."
"I don't feel as though I did, sir. Especially now I know that you didn't clear my mission with Ultra Magnus."
"I will carry the consequences of my decision, though I will not choose to regret it," answered Longarm Prime. "Iacon is being left in the dust, and our commander's cautious and insular approach will be the death of us. This is a war of information as much as it is a war of weaponry. Thanks to you, we now have a deeper understanding of the enemies of our new allies in Tokyo. We know that they are vulnerable to infiltration from Genoshans and these radical Contractors. When our deal for Energon farming is cut, this desperation of theirs may put the balance of the bargain back into our favour."
"And we'll help them, right?" added Cliffjumper.
"Yes, of course," said Longarm, nodding. "Of course."
Bumblebee nodded to Ramlethal. "Right, yeah. Just tell Optimus I'm here, and I'm safe for now. And I'll see him soon."
He looked up at the Death Star. "But I think he's got more to worry about than just picking up a stray yellow bot like me. Especially with that Destructo-Moon up there. Maybe I'm better off here. Whatever that thing is, it's got to be better than the Boss-Bot throwing me at another army of Decepticons."
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?
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Team Bumblebee - Funnily Enough, Bumblebee is the name of Yang's Bike
"Yeah," Yang said, stepping forward and slightly in front of Blake. "Big Red back in there said those guys up there are here to invade everyone." She pointed her thumb over her shoulder, indicating at the portal.
"We can help you defend, if you like." Blake offered. Everyone else had found somewhere to fight, this was as good as any.
It was at this point that Lady rode up on her heavily weaponized bike. And her heavily weaponized attire. Both girls stared at her, not having seen anyone that heavily armed before in their lives.
And they lived in a world where every weapon was also a gun.
"Ruby can never see this."
"Agreed."
"I need to upgrade Bumblebee."
"Yang, no."
"Yang, yes."
The faunus sighed again, knowing that she wouldn't be able to talk her partner out of this. Especially if she told Ruby about the idea. She didn't even have the chance to try, as Yang cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted towards Lady.
"Hey! Is your name Lady?"
"Why do you think that's Lady?"
"Dante says that he's a demon hunter. She looks like a huntress."
Blake shrugged, unable to argue with that logic.
Lady turned to the two girls, kicking up the kickstand and leaving the bike in place as she walked over to them.
"Yep, I'm Lady. You girls looking for me? Whats up, you got some demons who need to get blown up? I could use a chance to try these new guns out on some demons."
Toa of Anarchy
Asriel's eyes widened, and for a moment, you could've knocked him down with a feather. "Y...You're serious? Tha-that would be amazing! Yes, please, I'd love to ride in a spaceship!" Over to the side, Asgore caught a glimpse of his son's unbridled joy, and smiled warmly. Suddenly, however, something else caught his attention.
Around that moment, a certain grey-haired doll and her human-minded cat entered the underground portal. They found themselves headed through a winding tunnel through a dark cavern, at one point heading through an ornate pillared archway. Following the light at the end, they found themselves in what looked like a cross between a throne room and a garden of yellow flowers, with three soldiers in white armour and a regal goatlike monster there to greet them.
Wary of invaders, Asgore clutched his weapon beneath his cape as he heard the sound of a new arrival. But the moment he saw the new visitors, he automatically took on a jolly disposition. "Howdy, welcome to the Underground! Erm, friend or foe?"
Glory to Arachnos
Scorch couldn't help but smile under his helmet at seeing Asriel's joy.
"Yep. I'm serious. You'll get to ride on our ship when we have the chance. You fine with that, Eight?"
"If the king is fine with it, and the situation is dealt with, then yes, we could certainly do so gi-"
"Movement. Near the portal door."
The 3 clones glanced at the portal door, ready to reach for their blaster rifle in case whoever were arriving was an hostile...though upon seeing it was simply a child and her pet, the clones visibly relaxed.
"What's an child doing here?"
"Must of had wandered off to here, I imagine.."
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-Spider Lizard Noises-
Santa Destroy Resort
Reisen looked to the man named Bond as Grant introduced him to her. He seemed like a human that at least like to put on an act of being neat and collected. She was glad to hear that he wasn't one of the psychos from this place at least, maybe then he wouldn't attack her. While she did wonder where he was from, it wasn't enough of an issue for her to ask. She probably wouldn't even know the place anyways.
"I am from the area next to this one, the Bamboo Forest." the lunar rabbit answered his question. It was then that the two women from the day before found their group. As usual, they started saying a lot and at the same time very little. The jist of it seemed to be that they were going to take them to breakfast. "Uhhhh yeah sure." She answered their suggestion.
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Team Bumblebee - Wow, that was easy
"Your friend Dante asked us to find you."
"Yeah, he says you should probably cancel whatever you were planning on doing today, because Big Red's sent that space station up there to invade everyone."
Blake would probably be a little bit exasperated by Yang's cavalier attitude around the topic of an invasion, but she was used to her partner's love of a good fight by now.
Bond - Santa Destroy Resort
Ah, the Bamboo Forest. A forest populated by girls who had the traits of rabbits. Seeing as Grant and Alucard, two men who appeared to be of the decent, moral sort, were happily being allies with the chunk, Bond provisionally crossed it off the list of potential hostile nations. He was going to get a clear picture of this Battleworld if it killed him.
He smiled at the young girl's response, and resisted the urge to ruffle her hair. It would probably only annoy her. They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Common Room: Ring Ring!
Izaya's phone buzzed. Should he choose to answer it, a man with a low and gruff voice would ask two things:
- If this was Orihara Izaya, Ikebukuro informant for hire.
- (Depending on answer #1) If he could step through the portal to Hell's Gate Tokyo, preferably with his hands on his head. Just a precaution.
Of course, if Izaya refused to answer his phone, it would continue to ring missed call after missed call. Apparently, the person on the other end wanted his attention.
Common Room (Misaki): The Ultimate Cheat-Sheet
Misaki couldn't believe what she was hearing. How...how did these two know so much about this thing?! Did they come from the same dimension? And if they did, would leaking these secrets suggest they were enemies of this 'Death Star?' Most importantly, what would happen if the Death Star got hold of one of these pamphlets?
It was best to tuck those question away for now; after all, she hadn't even seen this paper yet. Judging from the other volunteers, Tokyo's industrialized press would be the quickest producer.
"I'll arrange transport to Tokyo's nearest press. Tell me when your fiend arrives with that pamphlet." Misaki replied as she turned to leave. "We'll need to move quickly."
The Underground Palace: Meeting A True Hero
From the long and winding corridors, Asgore might have heard two voices accompany the footsteps and jingling bell.
"Any idea where we're going?"
"There's no water here."
"That's not what I meant. Did Huang or the others ever talk about this place yesterday?"
"No."
"Great. So while we're running from one menace, we might get killed by another. The Underground: what would live in a place called that...worms, bats, moles...rats?! Alright, so we take a quick look around, and—"
"Howdy"
The startled cat bolted behind Yin's legs with an unpleasant ''meeeEEEew!''
. The white-haired girl, however, didn't budge. It wasn't that she was braver than her feline friend, it was that she couldn't run away if she tried. Without water, the Doll was (literally) walking blind.
But lack of eyesight had some benefits; Yin couldn't see Asgore's massive goat-like figure, or the the three clone troopers and their blaster rifles. She had little to go on but their voices, which seemed much more welcoming than their looks.
"Friend." the girl softly replied. "We're running. From something in the sky."
If Mao had anything to offer, he didn't show it. The Contractor was content staying under cover till it was clear he'd be safe.
Lady lowered her sunglasses to look at the girls over it, revealing her multicoloreed eyes in the process.
"Why didn't he just call me? God, it's not like I was going to attack them this second. I swear he can be...."
But whatever she was going to say was suddenly interrupted.
It was at that moment the Empire made their first move. Over every chunk, a probe droid had been deployed, very tiny and almost impossible to see unless you were looking for it, with advanced stealth technology that enabled it to hide from the few radar systems Battleworld may have had. These probe droids quickly made their way to whatever location the Empire had deemed the central point of each chunk, apart from the Underground, as the Empire had yet to locate the cave entrance and so was just hovering outside the mountain. Then, they turned on their holocom projector, and anyone nearby would see a giant holographic form of Grand Moff Tarkin. Meanwhile, in the Common Room, the globe of Battleworld vanished, and Tarkin's form appeared in its place.
"Attention, citizens of the newly designated "Imperial Outpost 507""
The voice would be loud enough to carry over each and every single chunk, meaning almost everyone would be able to hear it clearly. Said voice also echoed down the Common Room Hallway, enabling anyone in one of the chunkless rooms to also hear it.
"I am Grand Moff Tarkin, commander of the forces of the Galactic Empire. As you have by now noticed, assuming none of your primitive species are blind, we have recently found ourselfs in range of your planet As a mostly pre-space flight, primitive species, we understand you may not have heard of our glorious Empire before today. This will change. Our demands are simple. Unilateral surrender. You will all lay down your arms, cease any resistance you may be planning, and kneel before the Galactic Empire and our Supreme Emperor. Do so, and your citizens will not be harmed as we absorb your planet into our Empire. Resist, and you will face the full might of the Imperial army as we burn your cities to ashes and annihilate all resistance."
"You have one hour to comply. Our probe droids will remain in position to await a response."
With this, the transmission ended, and the globe of Battleworld reappeared.
Once he finished, Lady shook her head a she scowled. "Great, just fucking great. Someone needs to be shot." She said, now highly annoyed.
One Brunch Man
Meeting Room
Mikado deflated further in relief, an involuntary relieved smile painted across his features. He then managed to compose himself, but only just, reducing his grin to a manageable business-size as he took his phone back. “Just him, and an escort. Not really for anything you guys might do, just because… well, anything can happen, these days.” He nodded, glancing over at Haqua’s scythe leaning against the wall. “I don’t think there should be too much of a problem. She’s a lot like you, heh.”
Mikado’s reprieve was short-lived, and he whipped his head to the side like a rabbit hearing a snapped twig as Tarkin rolled out his ultimatum. “We should… probably get after it, though.” He said, his face slowly turning white. “Today is going to be a busy day…”
Ikebukuro Thoroughfare
Two dozen eyes looked to the sky, brooked into a stunned silence by the spectacle. Eventually, a low-whistle cut through the murk, and Kinnosuke shot his nastiest glare at Akabayashi as the man donned an easy smile. “Well now.” He said, slipping his hands into his pockets and looking across the way. “Looks like negotiations will be easier than I thought.”
“Is this a game to—” Kinnosuke started forward, only for two of his men to hold him back. He ground his teeth together and planted his feet under him, finding his cool before shaking his men off of his arms. “However much leverage you think you have, cut it down to a fraction. This isn’t some neighborhood you can shake down, or an official you can bribe. We are the police, and if you think that just because the rest of Japan’s gone the way of the dinosaurs that you can scurry out from underneath your rock, think again.”
There was another period of silence as Kinnosuke caught his breath, and Akabayshi’s expression froze in such a way that it was clear he was trying to avoid betraying his true emotions. After the moment past, Akabayashi’s fingers rippled around the head of his cane, and he shook his head. “Are you done?”
Kinnosuke had returned to his customary scowl, and jerked his chin up. “Yeah. I’m done.”
“Good.” Akabayashi jerked his head, and Aozaki stepped forward and brandished the briefcase for Deadshot to take. “You’d best hurry, it doesn’t sound like we have a lot of time to prepare.”
“Take it take it take it take it.” Kida chattered, equal parts excited by the ease of the transaction and terrified by the circumstances surrounding it. “And, uh, ask them what their plans are.”
Common Room
“I’m going to need you to relax.” Izaya said, leaning his elbow against the wall as he stared into the space where the hologram had been. “When someone spots a ten foot alligator in the Amazon, by the time they tell the story it’s become the size of a house.”
“Man, I don’t care how much they’re going to annihilate us!” Came the voice on the other end of the line, the words themselves dripping with nervous sweat. “I’m done with this! After that thing with the Sato Brothers, we’re finished! That’s what you said!”
“That was before the incident last week,” Izaya responded smoothly, and the other end went quiet. “Whatever you think is going to happen, you will be safer showing these girls around than you will in your mid-town apartment.”
Nakura began sputtering, forming a half-hearted burst of indignation about how the broker could know about his hideout, when Izaya cut him off with a simple: “See you soon.”
Izaya lowered his phone and hung up, only to raise his eyebrow as he noted the slew of missed messages. He hardly had time to try and place the phone number when the next call rang out, which he let go for a few rings before answering. His face remained neutral throughout the exchange, but once the man asked for him to step through the portal, he let out a soft chuckle. “If you know who I am, truly you don’t think I’m stupid enough to walk into enemy territory alone. If you want to meet, I know plenty of above-bar cafes in Ikebukuro built for such an occasion. It’s called the Entertainment District for a reason, you know.”
Icebukuro Portal
Vorona scanned the castle in a similar state of bewilderment as the two girls, before her eyes fixed on the woman who was presumably responsible. “All of this, it comes from you?” She asked. Her eyes briefly flicked to the horizon as the ultimatum was issued, but she was otherwise nonplussed. As far as she knew, it was another everyday facet of this insanity. “How is this possible?”
Meanwhile, two of the boys worked up the nerve to approach Ruby and Weiss, one of them slicking their hair back while the other straightening the scarf secured around their neck. “Hey.” The first one said, attempting to strike a “cool” pose near Ruby. “What brings you guys around here? The big man doesn’t just let anyone through, you know.”
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If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Toa of Anarchy
Asgore glanced skywards at that, in spite of the fact that there was no sky. "Mmn, yes, we've heard about something of the sort. Well, feel free to make yourself at home, young lady, until we've sort..." He was cut off by the sound of Tarkin's voice booming down the cavern. His expression turned grim at the sound of the Grand Moff's casual threats, and a few seconds of silence followed the announcement. "So that's their attitude, then. Bear with me a moment, everyone. I'll just go and, ah, give this 'Galactic Empire' my response." Asgore made his way past the visitors and into the tunnel beyond.
As his father left, Asriel got up and made his way over to the sightless, emotionless teen and her cat. "So, um, you're from the surface world, then?" He immediately felt embarrassed for asking such an obvious question. "My name's Asriel."
As Fixer made his way past the grey streets of the capital, he soon became aware of the sound of clanking metal behind him. Behind him, heading up down the path, were four brutish guards, all dressed in shiny black metal armour. They were functionally identical, with the exception of the helmets, whose designs were similar to the heads of a bunny, a dragon, a cat, and a praying mantis, respectively.
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Fear me
Common Room
Mister Nailbrain.
Kap'n?
Dat's quite a speech dey wuz yakkin' on about, weren't it.
It certainly wuz, Kap'n. Zoggin' insultin', it were.
Dat it wuz, Mista Nailbrain, dat it wuz. Dem 'perials fink dey kin just drop out da Warp an' tell us ta surrenderer! Wivout fightin'! If I didn't know betta I'd say dey'z neva fought orks before!
Definitely gittish be'avior dere. Wot ever iz we gonna do about 'em, Kap'n?
Well Mr. Nailbrain, we'z gonna kill 'em all! 'Orribly, o' course. But first, we'ze gonna send 'em a message. Wouldn't want ta catch 'em by surprise, now would we.
I dunno Kap'n, I likes a surprise. Dem 'umies make da funniest screams when ya jumps 'em.
Dat may be, Master Spookums, but just because dey don't got da manners dey wuz born wiv don't mean we can't 'ave 'em eivver! We'ze gotta 'ave standards, after all.
-As the orks return to the Killy Krooza to plan their response, they run into a object floating a few meters above the portal.-
Wussiz now?
Da 'umie mentioned a proboid. Dat must be it.
Wut, dem skull fingies?
Nah, doze is smaller. Dunno wut dat iz, but s'gotta be 'umie, lookit dem mekky arms.
Brikkfist! Spookums! Bring it 'ere!
-A combination of Brikkfist launching to the droid and Spookums roping it brings the droid to eye level with the Kaptin.-
Right, 'umie. Now I knows you 'perialz is weak an' stoopid, so lissen up good. You'z gonna bring all yer boyz, all yer tanks an' stompas an' wut not down 'ere, so'z we don't gotta go lookin' for 'em after we shoots ya down an' zogs ya! If ya don't, an' I finds out ya were 'oldin' back like some bakkwater git, I'll krump ya so 'ard yer Emprah'z gonna feel it!
Glory to Arachnos
"Ah..I see. Don't worry citizen. The Galactic Republic will end this threat soon enough."
The announcement from the Grand Moff echoing across Mount Ebott's tunnel made the clones dead silent, right until the announcement ended.
"....Galactic Empire? Pfft. Bet it's some copycats who would get their bantha hides kicked if the Galactic Republic foun-"
"Didn't you heard the name of the person who announced that message, di'kut?! It was Willhuff Tarkin!"
"...You mean Admiral Tarkin?"
"Yes, exactly!"
"But what in the name of the Force is he doing with this "Galactic Empire"? Are they successors of the separatists and he joined them to save his skin?"
"I don't know...what are your orders, sir?" Sev turned around to face Boss...though he was unusually quiet, and his body expression showed he was angered.
"Three-Eight? What's the matter?"
[[cinnamon:"May the Mandalorian oversoul give him a safe passage to the afterlife, because if that traitor thinks he can join a pathetic excuse of the Republic and threaten innocent civilizations, then there will be hell to pay!" ]]
"Uh oh. The Boss is angry."
"Very angry."
"I apologize, King Asgore, but I will have to accompany you. This man who threatened this planet comes from our universe...and I want immediate answers from that fierfek about why did he betrayed the Republic." Boss informed Asgore, and then followed him along.
Seems like they are mobilizing the military forces for this threat Three-Eight mentioned....'
Fixer noted upon seeing the four royal guardsmen, noting the difference of the shapes of their helmets upon remembering what Doctor Alphys said yersterday. He gave a small nod of acknowledgement to the four guards, as he then kept going to the way to the palace.
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-Spider Lizard Noises-
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Team White Rose - Icebukuro
Weiss took one look at the Yellow Scarves, and promptly being remind of when Jaune was a complete and utter idiot (as in, more so than usual), she huffed and walked over to join Vorona and Killer Frost.
"This could have been done with expert application of Ice Dust, but I don't think that's the case here."
Ruby, meanwhile, fielded the boys' questions with the enthusiasm she reserved for talking about huntressing or weapons. Which she effectively was.
"We're here to help defend your city from the invasion." she replied cheerfully, pulling a red rectangle
from beneath her cloak and letting it fold out into a sniper rifle
. She scanned the skies for the origin of the hologram, and found the droid easily.
She didn't pull the trigger just yet, though. She wasn't in charge, so it wasn't her job. And it would be impolite to just shoot the thing.
Even if they only way they were getting Crescent Rose from her was from her cold, dead hands.
Team Bumblebee - Not at all caring about impoliteness
Yang did a take as she saw the heterochromia, but not due to the strangeness of it. The only other person Yang had met with mismatched eyes was also one of the few people who had ever beaten her in a fight. And could have possibly been her killer, if... Raven hadn't intervened.
"Lady, I think we're gonna be good friends. We even think the same." Yang grinned as the shock wore off.
Before Blake could stop her (or do anything more than raise her hand in a feeble attempt), Yang's bracelets
expanded to cover her forearms, revealing both the shotgun shells and the gun barrel poking out from underneath it.
The blonde punched the air twice in the probe's general direction, each punch releasing a shining red projectile with a meaty boom. The projectile flew slower and straighter than it had any right to, heading towards the probe at the same speed as an olympic sprinter. Which was a snail's pace when it came to actual projectiles.
And if the shots actually landed, they'd make a decent-sized explosion. What was the point of long-range rounds if they weren't explosive?
"Yang!"
"What? It's not like they were gonna surrender anyway."
edited 31st May '16 3:47:25 PM by GeekCodeRed
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
"...No problem." Ranma weakly said back, exulting in what could be called "compiment high". Nobody in Nerima had ever complimented her so straightforwardly without the usual shenanigans happening which made the phrase rather special. Not even her father had ever praised her in such a way (he was more likely to yell) and her mother's praises weren't really the best thing to take pride in. Everyone else just shouted insults of one kind or another. And what few praises she did get often came with many strings attached. Really, Dokuro and Battleworld made her feel so fulfilled for some reason. "Is there anything else you want, Dochan? Just say the word and I can make it happen." Ranma Saotome always treated people who were nice to her back.
"I did warn you." Artina said back softly as she saw the standard reaction to eating sardine anything by most people who weren't Valvatorez. Not even Valvatorez liked them at first and it was only through the centuries that they slowly became his go-to favorite food. "If you want, I can cast a mild healing spell on you to sooth your stomach." Valvatorez meanwhile simply kept silent when people were offering use of their own printers, himself not being one who pushed an issue already settled.
"...I was right. They really were asshole aliens living in the fake moon." Letting out an aggrieved grunt of annoyance before spinning on his heels to punt a nearby Prinny that was too slow to get out of his way, the werewolf facepalmed even as a small explosion rang out in the distance due to the volatile aquatic fowl triggering its special characteristics. "Right then, all available units get ready for a defensive battle. It's more than likely that the enemy was going to attack since the werewolf would never surrender the political headquarters. Especially after this return message was delivered. Fireworks came bursting out of the castle-prison's battlements, blooming in fiery blossoms before a certain sentence was spelled out in an almost eye-searingly large front: "SCREW YOU ALIEN ASSHOLES! HADES INDEPENDENCE FOREVER!" Humming as he watched the literal fireworks from the nearby window, the butler smirked. "Crude but serviceable."
"Huff... huff... huff..." Actually breathing into one of those old-fashioned squarish paper bags, Nagi was doing her best to regulate her cardiovascular system while the place was actively turtling down and getting on the defensive. Everything was just so scary at the moment to the poor girl what with the announcement, the military guns being brought out in full force, and the effective lock-down preventing her from returning to Hades (she had forgotten about her portal system in her panic). After a few minutes of her freaking out, the girl had managed to pull herself together to roughly function in polite company without negatively affecting other people's mental states. The faces of younger girls instead of hardened military folk also served to help her recollect her calm, even if they did look to be wearing military clothes themselves. Perhaps it was the lack of pants that seemed ever so familiar to her.
"I-I'm doing fine. Tip-top shape, nothing better!" Blathering out a stream of way too fast and almost incoherent words, Nagi Clockwork soon ran out of the breath she had managed to recollect and was huffing and puffing once again. "...Okay, maybe I'm a little freaked out that we're being invaded by aliens. My friends have detailed their experiences with such and the last time it happened, apparently said extraterrestrial invaders almost managed to crash the moon itself into the face of the Earth. I'm rather understandably concerned when there seems to be a second moon in the sky, this one being entirely artificial and presumably manned by the alien invaders..."
I'm Back Bitches (not really)
Eddie slumps back into the common room, clearly disheveled and his face betraying disappointment. Ophelia rushes to Eddie as he makes it to the wall, using it as support so he can stand. "Eddie! You alright?" Eddie shakes his head and starts walking to the Ironheade portal. "We failed, Ophelia. Let's just hope the troops didn't see that."
Ophelia chuckles as they make their way back into the portal. "What do you mean? You're still king asskicker to them. The badass man who screamed Decapitation as he slayed King Doviculus. Remember?"
Eddie has a sad little chuckle. "Yeah I did cut ol Fork-head's head off in a cool way didn't I? That wasn't here though, Ophelia. This is a new war. A new world according to all of them. Here I'm just a fuck-up again."
Ophelia's head tilts. "A fuck-up? You? Dude, you just had the worst luck in the world. She literally ate your lightning. She had big lasers and shit. You're the head of our army and the man who led humanity to end the kingdom of demons...or whatever Lita says about you in her speeches."
Eddie looks at her. "You tune her out?" Ophelia laughs. "Of course I do. I don't need to know all her high and mighty queen of humanity, build us up from the ashes of the Titans shtick. Heard it before."
Eddie looks at her. "What a world we left them in though, didn't we? Stuck in a world with guns and laser ladies and giant robots and shit. What's next, guns and swords bigger than my arm? We're letting them down. We have no defenses for people like her and no way to really keep peace with our neighbors."
Ophelia shakes her head. "You're tired Eddie. It's been a long day. Let's go home, get bitched at by Lita for letting her and Ironheade down then go to sleep."
Eddie sighs. "I hope to Ormagodeon or whatever we're supposed to technically pray to you're right."
Eddie looks up from a roughly drawn map of Ironhenge to listen to the Empire make their demands. "Lita, I swear you better not tell me to lay down Clementine right here and not talk to the troops."
Lita sighs and rolls her eyes. "I mean all I was going to ask is if you're sure about this. That was a giant glowing man."
Eddie laughs. "That's just a thing I've seen in movies...oh right we haven't made movies yet, have we? Well it's fine, OK? The big glowing man won't attack us. His friends will though. So can I please rally the army? Or do I need a hall pass first?"
Lita looks confused at Eddie. "A what?"
Eddie shakes his head, clearly amused. "OK add that to the 2000 bullet point list of things from my time I need to explain. After we fight whatever the hell sent that. Galactic Empire. Spacemen. Oh dear it better not be the one I think it is..."
Lita nods her head. "If you don't like the sound of whatever sent that thing, then it's probably not good. We got an hour, Eddie. Can you TRY not to tell them we're not giving up in the next 10 minutes? Please?"
Eddie shrugs. "No promises. I might want to give them a big ol fuck you."
Lita sighs once again. "Army first. Grandstanding after. Make sure we're ready for war Eddie. I mean that is your job after all. Roadies support the band or whatever the speech is."
Eddie laughs. "OK, after this we're gonna have a chat about Queen Speeches over here calling me out for one. Didn't the sun set during one speech you had directly after lunch?"
"Army. Now, Eddie." Lita's tone clearly starts to shift back to her standard annoyance at Eddie's antics.
To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy
sword of promised halp
Lancelot du Lac; Common Room - Or, Dost Say That Thou Only Meanst Well?
Melancholy peeked from her sovran shrine, grabbed the man by his lilac hair and yanked him back several centuries. He winced.
"Thou mistakest me, goodman wizard. Milady's genteel breast is fraught with prudent fear. We have been in this room one passing night, and so know naught of this star of death. What is it, pray, and of which Empire dost thou speak? Be it like unto golden Rome, now Peter's throne, where once Caesar reigned in splendour?"
Dante; Fuyuki City - Or, Shall I Compare Thee To A Sack Of Wet Cardboard?
Dante would find himself in a fairly standard-looking Japanese house, all tatami and bare boards. On the floor was a mattress, and on the mattress was a blonde-haired girl in a white-gold dress. Her skin was damp with sweat, and her long hair hung ragged on her burning brow. Dante might recognise her as the winner of yesterday's tournament, but only if he looked hard. She looked very fragile without her armour. Over by the left wall stood a pale woman with black clothes, black hair and a fringe parted as if with razors.
Click. The woman had her pistol flush with his forehead. The blonde on the bed raised herself up on one elbow, wincing.
"Wait," she said.
The woman lowered her pistol.
"You are from the Room Common, are you not?" asked the blonde. "What business have you in my city?"
Her voice wavered with fragile authority, as hollow as birds' bones.
edited 1st Jun '16 2:49:04 AM by troydenite
'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023
Calamity is a housewife
Mami's Apartment
Sin looked once at Kyoko and shrugged, nodding towards the door Mami was exiting out of, intending to invite her down as well.
Sin didn't get too far when a voice from nowhere in particular caught his attention.
("Attention, citizens of the newly designated 'Imperial Outpost 507'.")
Imperial Outpost...what? With no context, Sin was thoroughly confused, but even one as simple minded as he had to catch on eventually. And the continued announcement confirmed his suspicions. He returned to the balcony, leaning out of it and attempting to catch a glimpse of whatever was making that sound, if the local architecture allowed it.
"Unilateral surrender? Hmm, don't get the first part, but the second part is something we're definitely not doing. Am I right?"
He looked to Kyoko for her to confirm his thoughts on the whole 'surrender' bit.
Mitakihara Carpark
Ramlethal was similarly apprehensive of the idea of 'surrender'. From the sound of things, this 'Galactic Empire' wasn't merely looking at Mitakihara, but the whole of Battleworld to conquer. As she had earlier established to herself, she was done helping the schemes of any government body, especially invasion. Acknowledging Bumblebee with a nod, she opened her right palm in front of her.
Without even performing a chant (a Valentine's skill in magic seemed unmatched), she summoned a familiar looking blue glyph, one that echoed out chatter and static, and pulsed with each sound. Delicately, she brought the magic communicator to her ear.
The Common Room
"And then, I was thinking, when the bride throws the bouqet, I could use my flight to get the edge over all the other women! Y'know the woman who catches the bouqet is guaranteed to get married next?"
"..."
"On the subject of attire, I was thinking about what color outfit I should be wearing...and I thought a bright green could really help my hair stand out, and it'd go with my eyes. What do you think, Sol?"
"I think...that you can wear whatever the hell you want tomorrow. So yeah, let's go with green."
"Oh! Then again, if I wore red instead I'd..."
"No. No 'then again'. You're wearing green tomorrow."
"But-"
"Stop talking."
"Well gee, thanks, Sol Grumpguy."
A third voice was suddenly heard, and Sol welcomed it, putting his fingers to his ear, his magic communicator appearing.
"This is Ramlethal. I take it you've heard of the incoming invasion."
"Yeah. And other things...that I wish I didn't hear."
"Like..?"
Elphelt pouted, for even she had a limit to how much of Sol's honesty she could take.
"Nevermind. What's the situation over at Mitaki-something or other?"
"We will more than likely face hostile forces within the hour."
"You calling for backup?"
"Not unless you are to provide reinforcements to any of the other locations."
"Hmph."
"I personally believe we have enough forces in Mitakihara to repel invasion."
"Fine."
"One more thing, Sol."
"Hm?"
"If you can find an Autobot by the name of 'Optimus', tell him that Bumblebee is safe and advises against coming to pick him up."
"How the hell do you expect me to know what an 'Otto-bot' is?"
"They're large humanoid robots. I trust that you will not miss them. If you did, I'd have to consider your intelligence under reevaluation."
"For the love of...alright."
"Thank you. Out."
The communicator disappeared, and Sol was left with Elphelt. She removed herself from her previous rhapsodies of the upcoming wedding, and seemed ready to leave.
"So that invasion's definitely happening."
"Definitely. Ramlethal says we shouldn't rush to back them up, says they've got enough forces."
"Oh...so..."
"You were making nice with that headless chick, right?"
Elphelt's eyes widened slightly in realization.
"Yeah...yeah, Celty! She's gonna be in trouble isn't she?"
"Calm down, just remember which chunk she came form."
"Ikebukuro, I believe."
"Alright, we'll leave soon."
Sol meanwhile, looked out in the Common Room for any 'large humanoid robots'.
edited 1st Jun '16 7:32:16 PM by LatverianBadger
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Dedshot took the case as instructed after he had finished shaking his head at The Empire's announcement.
"Well, sounds like we're going to be busy for sure. Gentlemen, I get you don't like each other. Police and Yakuza, natural enemies and all that. I get it. But to be frank? None of that shit matters now, because you're all fucked if you don't start getting along and teaming up. What's your plan here?"
The two addressing Killer Frost would find her in the same location she was in yesterday, her ice throne. She looked at the two, collar still visible. However, she had been warned not to attempt a repeat of yesterday by Waller, and was not about to press her luck.
"That's right, all of this is mine." She said to Vorona before turning to Weiss. "No ice dust, whatever that is. Just me and my powers."
She rose from her throne, and if the two watched closely, they would see the very ground around her slowly icing up as she walked. "Wanna see it in action?" She asked as she reached her hand up toward the ceiling. Slowly, a large, elaborate chandelier made completely of ice formed on the ceiling, almost as if it had grown from it. "Impressed?"
The probe did not respond to the barely comprehensible yelling. Not with words, anyway. Rather, a compartment suddenly sprang open, and a jolt of powerful electricity shot out from the probe, attempting to shock the Ork into letting go of the probe. If he did, the probe would quickly attempt to get out of arms reach and fly away toward the Death Star.
The probe did not happen to be looking in the direction of the portal, and so it took the hits and exploded, hurtling toward the ground. Lady, meanwhile, laughed.
"Ha, nice shot!" She said as she held out her hand for a hi-five. "Love the wrist shotgun setup you got there. Beats my shotgun in portability for sure." She said as she motioned toward the sawed off shotgun on her right leg. "Where'd you get it?"
The probe took only a moment to glance at the crude fireworks before it too left the area and made its way back to the Death Star
Dante showed no particular concern at having a gun pointed in his face, and he waved at Saber as it was removed from his head.
"Hey there, name's Dante. You're in charge here?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Ain't you a little young to be in charge?"
He paused a moment before shrugging. "Ah well. Long story short, I'm not a fan of assholes like these "Galactic Empire" people, the dudes in the big moon up there. So I came to see if you and your people might want some help fighting them off."
Crazed Lawrencian
Decepticon Monitoring Zone Tertium
The Director nodded with a neutral expression, then looked to the holoprojection. Bludgeon's taloned fingers drummed against a sword hilt at his hip.
"Two individuals are acceptable. I will require documentation of their unique capabilities and aptitudes on arrival. You will be directed to your assigned zone and accommodation once detected on scanners. Is this clear?"
Further posts and/or edits pending.
Proud member of the IAA What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?
Vampire Hunter
Dracula, Throne Room of Castlevania
Once the probe decided that the best position for the hologram was right in front of the Castle and as Grand Moff Tarkin made his message, Dracula looked slightly irritated. In particular, this Grand Moff reminded him of an annoying vampire hunter that he faced before he met his second wife... Wilton van something or other? To Dracula, his name didn't matter as much as the Count's desire to punch the man's face in. So this Galactic Empire wanted unilateral surrender? Dracula could already guess that Kaon, Outworld, and Killy Krooza Too would need to be beaten down before they would surrender, and at the very least, Kaon had the ability to fight back given they were the same species as Iacon was, but more ruthless.
Now then... what to do about this? Dracula supposed the best option was to ignore the probe for the hour and head back to the Common Room which hopefully would have an actual meeting to deal with this situation. Thus Dracula stood up and began heading down to leave through the portal.
Trevor and Sypha, Common Room
Trevor and Sypha watched the message from Grand Moff Tarkin of the Galactic Empire. He demanded unilateral surrender or else he would attack the planet. They both looked at each other, frowning. They were not really skilled at fighting human armies, but this Space Station of the Galactic Empire was militaristic.
"If their fortress was on the ground, we could probably storm our way through and fight them off that way like we could with Dracula's Castle," Trevor noted quietly to himself, frustrated. "But with it up in the air like it appears to be, there is no way to get there."
Trevor crossed his arms, trying to think as Sypha thought to herself. Certainly, Trevor and Sypha were talented at storming castles and all this space station was was a moon-sized castle. The problem was getting there. They needed to get into the air like witches do. Unfortunately, Sypha had no experience flying a broom and did not know the magic to levitate herself either. In addition, Trevor was not a witch and thus wouldn't be able to fly a broom. But...
One of the chunks on the Battleworld map had the word "Air" in its name. Sypha quickly scanned the portals in the Common Room and then saw what she was looking for above one of the portals.
Folkstone Air Base
"Trevor, look," Sypha pointed to the portal in question out to Trevor. "It says it is an Air Base, so do you think..."
"Perhaps..." Trevor had a moment of dawning realization. "You go while I wait here and see if Grant and Alucard show up."
Sypha nodded and stood in front of the portal to Folkstone Air Base, before breathing in and stepping through the portal to perhaps the only hope on this planet to get to the space station.
—-
Lisa, Common Room
"That would be great," Lisa nodded to Artina and sighed, her idea having failed. "It was worth a shot, but I guess my husband would not accept sardines as a substitute for blood."
edited 1st Jun '16 7:37:23 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
huzzaaaaaaaah
Common Room
"I do believe the scribes are ready for it, yes. Writing pamphlets is just one of their many jobs." Lorna explained, although she sounded like a mother tired of explaining the same thing over and over to her less-than-smart child.
When the Empire delivered their message, Lorna couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Oh. I know just how my father's going to respond to that." She said with a big smile. "The Xorn Maneuver."
Genosha
The sisters looked at each other.
"He wanted to keep you safe..."
"... from any possible attack..."
"... coming from the outsiders." The third sister said, opening one of the windows to reveal the looming Death Star above them. "He wanted to announce your wedding to the people..."
"... after the ceremony tomorrow."
"Fleeing to neighboring states is a conclusion we could risk after an extensive search that Genosha will carry on in respect to Tokyo's demands," Magnus replied, clasping his hands. "All while you and your Contractors will live on happily in the castle, with our surveillance team working to hide your identities when you wish to mingle with the populace or visit a public location."
"But 'killing' the young Wagner would do nothing but terrify the general population. If we banish him and frame his actions as the result of misguided passion, the people will see him as a fool who decided to take on some criminals, and not a man who possibly unleashed serial killers on his own land."
"Besides," Magnus cleared his throat, standing up as the probe droid flew into his room. "I need someone outside these lands, telling me what my scouts can't see. Kurt will fill that role just fine. Please stay seated, Ms. Amber." He motioned with his hand before moving to stand in front of the probe as it delivered its message. Once it was done, Magnus rubbed his chin, quietly, and then turned to Amber.
"Shall we discuss our surrender terms with my army and your friends, Ms. Amber?" He asked, waving at the door. The emphasis on the word clearly meant Magnus was thinking about something else.
Kurt didn't get angry, instead, he just scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Of course you would think that! You were raised in a land without King Magnus!" He laughed, fully believing every word he was saying. "He is a king of equal opportunity. It just goes to show how superior mutants are naturally- even in victory, they would not stoop down to the tactics of their enemies and actually hold out their hands to help them get back up." Pointing one accusing finger at Amagiri, Kurt glared at the red haired man. "I think you say that... only because you would like to do that."
Turning to Maki, Kurt placed a hand on his back, smiling and trying to be as comforting as an eighteen year old could be. "Would you like to go down to the courtyard? Perhaps we could see the soldiers doing their daily training."
The soldier, who had up until then been very busy with a game in his smartphone, suddenly snapped back to attention and stared right at Nora's... warhammer. "Uh, yes, the mercenaries, right?" He said, trembling as he pointed towards one of the big doors. "King Magnus is waiting in his throne room for all of you. This is all of you? Aren't there supposed to be more? I heard we were recruiting a big band of mercenaries, come on..."
Underground
"Well, for your information, little skeleton," Hater said mockingly as he thumped his fist against his chest proudly. "I am going to conquer this ENTIRE CHUNK in the name of the one and only Lord Hater— also known as me! And then, I will continue my tirade throughout the land, conquering chunk after chunk after chunk until Battleworld is renamed... Battlehater!"
"Wouldn't a more appropriate name be Haterworld, sir?"
"SHUT UP PEEPERS! I LIKE BATTLEHATER!" Hater yelled at his sidekick, who just sighed and facepalmed. Again.
edited 1st Jun '16 4:57:18 PM by Stratofarius
Salute the freedom fairy! ._.7
Harry being a goof -> meanken
Han Solo and the only relevant wookie in the entire universe, in my apartment. In the flesh, living, breathing, not a single prop on them. I have had offers from freaking fallen angels that didn't come close to this — this outclassed all of them in terms of being my simulation of a forbidden wet dream...which, considering fallen angels had hellishly luscious figures and han just had a furball, probably should have worried me. But like hell it was.
I didn't have long to stare at their backs. They immediately swung around, Chewie giving me a menacing growl (it sounded JUST like the movies) while Han, smooth as I had always remembered, whipped his signature blaster out like he was the one in the duster instead of me.
In other words, they weren't very happy to see me. Still, couldn't say the same about myself.
"I got 3 questions for you", Han drawled in Ford's own voice. He cockily gave me a look up and down, probably not too impressed by the random weirdo in the duster. "Where are we? Who are you? And what did you do with my ship?"
He's lost his ship, the part of my brain that was actually paying attention said to me. Seems someone not only stole the falcon, again, but something's happened to point him at me. Could be someone is trying to assassinate me, in the most ironic way possible. Or maybe the cure did it. I really need to diffuse this situation, find out what's going on, and then give molly and carlos the document, more or less in that order. Preferably before finding out if Han's the kind of guy who would shoot first.
Thank god for that part of my brain, because the rest sure as hell hadn't been paying attention. It just kept reeling at the childhood dream come true. But yeah, diffusing the situation. Let's do that, and not do anything to provoke the guy with a gun. Right, just say something calming.
Sometimes my mouth just doesn't get the memo. "You know", I mused like I was some kind of neanderthal who had been knocked over the head, "I think this is the first chance I've had in three, or four years...to die a very happy man."
Me smart Harry, very focused, even have club to smash heads with.
edited 1st Jun '16 6:44:44 PM by tvtropesnoob
"Your Sig is now charmingly out of date" — Vox, 7/6/2016
Mami's Apartment - a few moments earlier
Kyoko just happened to be looking out the balcony as Sin responded negatively to Mami's inquiry. "Oh, there's Little Miss Prissy - out by the car-bot."
"Sakura-san..." Mami's disapproval of Kyoko's nickname for Yukari was evident in her look, there for a moment before dismissing it with a sigh. "Please make sure she doesn't leave - I will go down there to discuss the situation with all of them. You are welcome to join," she added to Sin before she headed for the door to the apartment in order to exit to the car park down below.