A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

sigh Mewtwo became visible again.

"Roach, eh? Well, good to have you with us. No offense, but that's some ancient weaponry you've got there...you sure you'll be able to stand up to the threats we'll soon face?"

edited 18th Oct '10 3:11:57 PM by Nimitz

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

He nodded. "I guess we shall...alright, men, we need to decide on our next course of action. We've got a..." He sighed. "Fairy, flying all over this ship, acting like this is a game, and I doubt this is the last of the Imperial boarding party. Any suggestions?"

edited 18th Oct '10 3:31:53 PM by Nimitz

"A full forced rush seems like the most decisive thing at this point"

edited 18th Oct '10 3:21:03 PM by DarcstheNeurotic

"You're joking." Jorge turned to scold the Pokemon, but he stopped when he saw what Mewtwo was.

"...Right. I should be getting used to this by now."

edited 18th Oct '10 3:26:49 PM by Nimitz

"Maybe he's right... these stormtroopers aren't any real challenge."

^^"I'll disregard that,"*pause*"my strategic prowess comes from somewhat domesticated battles however, you seem to be the human with the most in the field experience...so it should be this humans choice! objections?"

edited 18th Oct '10 3:33:45 PM by DarcstheNeurotic

He turned to look at Eddie, "But that's my point for the suggestion in the first place, our rivals are simply pawns...not worth actual strategy"

conjures shadow-ball

"As poorly trained as they are, we should never underestimate our foes."

Ravage continued to pad down the hallways of the Tantive IV, his cloaking device now disengaged; there was no point in his being invisible when the jaguar's every step left a bloody paw-print on the reflective floor.

The whirs of servoes caught his attention, and Ravage ducked down a side corridor, hiding just out of side. A golden mechanoid toddled past, and the jaguar briefly cocked his head in confusion—was that the weakling Autobot, Scrounge?

Hahli followed the golden Toa-like being, using her mask to mimic the natural stealth of a Muaka. She saw a black shape on the wall and froze. Had she been seen? She pressed up against the corridor nearest to her and cocked her Cordak blaster, preparing for a fight.

No, it wasn't Scrounge—the head was far too round, and where the blockish face of an Autobot symbol should have adorned Scrounge's chest, there was only a golden disk, etched with concentric circles. Further, had this mechanoid been Scrounge he would have been going on at length about his "special" arm...and for this small mercy, at least, Ravage was grateful.

Deciding that it might be prudent to follow this stiff-limbed, golden machine, Ravage reactivated his cloaking device and padded silently after C-3PO, seemingly oblivious to Hahli's presence.

Roxas scowled at Cirno before turning to Jorge and Roach. "Well, these guys aren't that tough. Are we supposed to be doing anything besides bashing them?"

C-3PO turned and ducked into a side hallway, still searching for his smaller compatriot. "Oh, Artoo-Detoo, where are you?" he cried in frustration.

Wondering if this could lead to the "Princess" that Hahli had heard so much about, she silently ducked in, discarding her stealth ability and instead instinctively changing her skin color to mimic her surroundings, much like a chameolonid Rahi she had once seen in the Archives.

edited 18th Oct '10 5:17:48 PM by CrowT.Robot

Cirno continued to look around, growing more and more frsutrated. "This place is confusing! I miss the lake and the forest." She says with a humph, setting down on top of something that looks like a trash can.

Ravage continued to pad silently after the droid, growling in irritation at the sound of his voice. Perhaps Scrounge would have been preferrable...

"I don't know..." Jorge walked a few steps, thinking. "The others must be around here. We need to find them, convince them to come with us."

The Spartan briefly wondered about Hahli. Of all the travelers, he was least familiar with her. The Toa was an enigma. In any case, he hefted his HMG onto his shoulder. "We've wasted enough time. Will you join me?"

edited 18th Oct '10 5:29:56 PM by Nimitz

"Look kid," Roxas said over his shoulder, "I miss being home, too. But if we work together, we can get home that much faster okay? Let me help you." He turned around and extended a hand.

Princess Leia was hiding in the hallway that C-3PO turned down, punching something into R2-D2, while Cirno sat on top of him.

"Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope," she said, to seemingly nobody. Seeing Ravage approach, she froze, before drawing her blaster pistol with a cold glint in her eye.

"Back off, before I blast your head in," she said to the Decepticon.

edited 18th Oct '10 5:31:16 PM by CrowT.Robot

"but we won't be able to leave unless we finish this game! Didn't you see? Those portal thingies closed behind us and the game started." Cirno said to Roxas. She then turned to the bun haired woman and giggled a bit at the noises R2 always seems to make.

[Expunged]

edited 18th Oct '10 5:40:37 PM by Mizagium

Ravage managed to conceal his amazement fairly well—how could a mere human have seen him so easily, while he was cloaked no less?

Deciding that such questions could wait for another time, the jaguar deactivated his cloaking device with an unpleasant chuckle.

"I am afraid I cannot do that, Princess. Covert agent Ravage, reporting for duty."

And with that, the Decepticon's dorsal thruster flares to life, sending him streaking towards Princess Leia with claws outstretched and teeth bared in a low roar.

ok. disregard the last Roxas post

"We can work together to get out of the game, don't you see - Hey!" Roxas saw the Decepticon advance on the woman. "Get away from her." Roxas threw Oathkeeper and Oblivion at Ravager.

edited 18th Oct '10 5:40:27 PM by Mizagium

Mewtwo sent a wave of psychic energy crashing toward the Decepticon.