A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"I would assume that our rooms would offer a modicum of privacy. And yes, human, I'm sure that she can trust you after the beating we both received at your collective hands."

edited 19th Oct '10 4:44:36 PM by SullenFrog

Cirno turned to Jorge and said "yeah well.....we would have won if that looser with the glasses actually helped and if the big black guy didn't suck."

"Well spoken, young one. Shall we return to my chambers, or yours?"

You're shitting me.

"Alright, that's enough!" Jorge stormed over to Ravage and grabbed him by the collar...or whatever equivalent he had.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! You're not going anywhere with that child!"

Ravage snarled angrily in Jorge's face.

"Remove your hands, human, before I do it for you!"

Cirno jumped back at the sudden violence and looked up in confusion. She had no idea what was going on and could only look between the two of them in confusion.

"Alright, break it up ya hotheads. Theres's gonna be plenty of time for grudge matches later."

Jorge was unfazed. He was about to say "Make me", but Eddie's words were sound. The Spartan scoffed and let go of the Decepticon, though he shoved him a bit while doing so.

"Stay away from her."

Ravage snorted, flicking his tail in the Spartan's face in a clear show of disregard.

"As if you could make me, human."

And with that, Ravage padded over to Cirno's side.

"You see, young one? You can't trust these people."

Cirno put her hands on the sides of her head and said "I'm confused." Then her stomach growled. "and hungry." She said, floating into the air and, distracted from the decepticon by her stomach, flew off through the doors into what she thinks is going to be a restaurant.

Ravage followed, masking his mild irritation at being ignored fairly well.

"Don't listen to him. He's just trying to-...never mind."

Cirno walked off again. Clearly, she didn't have a very long attention span. Shrugging, the Spartan turned back to the others. "Let's go, but keep an eye on that beast. Don't trust him for a second." He then walked after Cirno.

edited 19th Oct '10 5:08:21 PM by Nimitz

Mewtwo began floating and glowing a fiery-blue before staying still and turning invisible in a corner, soft snores can be heard ever so often.

Whispering... buzzing, clicking... Rot, rust, decay... Where IS IT? WHERE—

- Saren Arterius, ex-SPECTRE, Prophet of the Geth, Herald of Sovereign, and to-be savior of all sentient life awakens with a start to find himself in his spartan, cold, and red-lit quarters aboard Sovereign, on the hard cot that he is accustomed to. And yet...-

No working electronic filaments. No engine rumble. The report terminal is inactive. No whispering...

-A deep-throated growl turns into a bestial snarl as the door automatically opens before his lunge off the bed to display a long, well-lit gray corridor; he looks down at himself, angry red energy coursing through his implants-

Hmrrgrrrr... Pistol, rifle, spare ammo, all present. Biotics...

-the Turian's entire body is covered in brightly glowing blue miasma; he throws out his organic arm towards the red-lit bulkhead, and watches both it and the lights break, the resulting sparks setting his cot on fire; Saren's mouth-parts flare-

Fully functional.

-At a dead run, he speeds down the hallway, to find a hexagonal door, which also opens automatically; what he sees is a large white room, complete with tables, chairs... and humans; the very first thing he does is use his biotics to lift every person present helplessly into the air-

Explain. Before I blow your kneecaps out. All of you.

edited 19th Oct '10 7:23:32 PM by Colonial1.1

Ravage, rather used to this by now, simply looks in Saren's direction. The feline Decepticon is not overly perturbed in the slightest, and he cocks his head to one side as he examines the cyborg turian.

"Another one, eh? And where did you come from, cyborg?"

Cirno, already in the air, just turns to Saren and flies over to look at him closer. "What kind of youkai are you?" She asks in confusion. A lot of these people seemed to be things that she didn't understand.

Jorge was sitting down at one of the tables when Saren burst in. The Spartan jumped out of his seat to get his HMG, but somehow, the newcomer lifts him in the air.

"Hurk-!" Jorge floats there, unmoving. He knew that moving would just cause him to spin helplessly. His gun was out of reach, too.

Shit.

That's when Jorge got a good look at Saren, and raised an eyebrow. What kind of alien was that? It looked almost like a bird, but it seemed to have some sort of metallic exoskeleton.

"Tell you what," Jorge answered. "How about you put us down? Then we'll talk."

-Saren only spares a half-second glance at the human spawn flying by customised grav-pack before yanking her into the inturianly strong grip of his synthetic claw, one long finger tight across her windpipe; his gaze fixes on Ravage, who he nevertheless keeps airborne-

I could ask the same thing of you, synthetic. But that would be inconsequential. How did you get me off Illos and where am I? My patience ends with a life. Speak.

-He then hears Jorge, then promptly ignores him.-

...Nonhuman.

edited 19th Oct '10 9:02:42 PM by Colonial1.1

Ravage cocks one eyebrow, his red optics scanning the cyborg in annoyance...and appraisal.

"You say that word as if it were meant to be an insult, organic. Nevertheless, we did not bring you here; we ourselves were brought here by means we don't comprehend."

The Decepticon then activates his rocket, streaking through the air to halt directly in Saren's face with teeth barred slightly.

"Now, then...are you going to release my protege, or will I be forced to rip that ungainly prosthetic from your shoulders? I'd rather this not turn violent; I have enough enemies as is."

edited 19th Oct '10 7:50:49 PM by SullenFrog

-Saren doesn't flinch, but his mouthparts flare slightly; the biotic lift stops, and the spawn is carefully lowered to the floor-

...Interesting technology... More advanced than my Geth, even. But I can not stay here. There's no time left.

edited 19th Oct '10 7:58:29 PM by Colonial1.1

Saren would find that the hand that was holding Cirno before is now completely frozen over as Cirno flies away from him and hides behind Ravager.

Jorge's temper flared when Saren grabbed Cirno by the throat, but he didn't shout or curse the turian. That would only make him appear weak. Best way to defuse this situation was to simply tell him the truth.

"We didn't bring you here, alien," Jorge growled. "In fact, we've all been asking a similar question."

Then Ravage zoomed at Saren and threatened him.

"...For once, I actually agree with this beast. I suggest you release us, now."

Thankfully, the turian actually listens. Jorge lands on his feet and rolls his shoulder.

"Well, 'friend', I regret to inform you that there is no way out. Do you honestly believe we haven't tried?"

edited 19th Oct '10 8:02:08 PM by Nimitz

-the Turian raises a plated eyebrow at his arm before shattering the ice around it with a simple flex; his gaze turns to the "human" spawn; for his trouble, Jorge is raised another couple of meters up in the air, then let drop onto the floor-

Try harder. An entire galaxy of life is doomed without my efforts.

edited 19th Oct '10 8:10:09 PM by Colonial1.1

Ravage alights on the floor, extinguishing his rocket. After taking a moment to ensure that the young one is safely behind him, he returns his red gaze to Saren, continuing his silent appraisal. The alien is full of anger, that much is clear, and his cybernetic components make him easier to identify with than most of the present organics. There was a will here, too, however...and a mind to make sure that it was properly employed. And that comment about a galaxy being doomed without his efforts simply reeked of a massive ego that would bow to no other.

No, this one would not be suitable as a pawn; as a potential ally, on the other hand...

"We have only been here a short while; less than a megacycle, if my chronometers are accurate. We have had little time to test the bonds that hold us, but if you feel so inclined, go ahead."

edited 19th Oct '10 8:12:25 PM by SullenFrog

Jorge was raised again. He wondered how the alien could even do that. Clearly, this guy meant trouble, and it would make completing the next challenges much more difficult.

Jorge landed in a crouch. "Mmph...a galaxy to save?" He rose up, leaned back against the table and crossed his arms. "Sure. I can already tell that you're a shining example of heroism."

edited 19th Oct '10 8:13:13 PM by Nimitz