A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

Craft, the leader of the Einherjar Eight Warriors, lay on the metal floor of the Ragnarok control room. Zero had defeated him and teleported away a few seconds earlier. Slowly his systems shut down, and with his mind full of regret, Craft could only think one thing.

...Neige... I failed you.

All went black.

Craft awoke in a room which was as spartan and utilitarian as he was. It seemed to be sized for his above average height, and he also noted he was wearing his cape, which was attached to a mantle. His laser cannon was attached to his back.

Hearing a commotion, he opened the door and stepped outside. Despite the sheer improbability of what he saw, he remained calm.

"...New mechaniloids and reploids, hm? Figures."

The lowest part of his cloak swayed in the wind, revealing a bit of his powerful build.

Travis's head whipped around as the room changed around him.

"What the hell?"

The room finished transforming, revealing the hexagonal entryway leading to the restaurant.

"...A restaurant?"

Cirno quizzically went over to the door and peered inside. "I've only ever seen places this fancy in that mansion across the lake." She says while floating around in the restaurant.

"I must be losing my mind." Jorge shook his head and sighed. "Well. there's nowhere else to go now, is there?" The towering supersoldier walked up to the door and opened it, entering the restaurant.

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Travis shrugged and switched off The Blood Berry, before walking through the entry.

"Might as well eat something."

Seeing that the mechaniloids and reploids were entering the restaurant, Craft followed behind them, peculiarly quiet for someone of his bulk.

Hahli cautiously entered the terrace. As soon as she did so, the door seemed to shrink away into nothingness. The patrons and waiters all seemed happy enough- nobody seemed to notice her unique appearance. Outside the restaraunt was a bustling city- were she human, Hahli would have immediately recognized this as benig a part of Tokyo. Directly beside the restaraunt was a small park, with a garden and benches.

"Well..." said Hahli to nobody. "It seems our captors really do seem to care about us..."

"...Huh, we're in Japan it looks like. I don't think there's any pizza here.......dammit."

Jorge looked around at his surroundings and shrugged. Might as well make the best of this situation. He took a seat at a nearby table and gazed out at the skyline. The Spartan raised a brow; this city also looked like it came out of the 21st century. How could that be?

He overheard Hahli speaking to herself, and decided to answer. "They know a thing or two about hospitality, but that doesn't make me like them any more than I do now, whoever they are...wait, Japan? How did we end up on Earth?"

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Travis craned his head towards Jorge.

"I don't know about you, but I was on Earth in the first place. Hey, what's your name anyway?"

Craft could not remain silent any longer. He had questions, and he needed them answered.

"What is this place, and who are you?" his voice rumbled behind the group.

Hahli jumped as she heard Craft speak. "Oh, I'm sorry, friend. I am Hahli, Toa of Water. None of us really know where we are, and I'm afraid that this sudden change of scenery has merely made our problems more complex."

Craft fell silent as he processed this information.

"...'Toa of Water'? I have never heard of a Reploid referring to themselves in such a way, unless you served under Fairy Leviathan. If you did... then you are a friend of mine." He gazed impassively at the rest of the assembled group.

Cirno spun around a few times before facing the new arrival, Craft. "I'm Cirno and I'm a fairy." She said confidently before continuing to flutter about the place looking at everything in confusion. This technology looked like it belonged to the kappa.

Jorge looked between Hahli and Travis, his expression hidden behind his helmet. He didn't know these two well enough, so giving out his real name wouldn't be wise. His official designation would do for now.

"Spartan-052, of the United Nations Space Command. You may call me Spartan, or 52, if you'd like."

Then Craft suddenly spoke up. Jorge almost leapt out of his seat to grab his M247H and aim it at whoever was right behind him, but he managed to keep himself from doing so. The Spartan simply looked back to see another heavily armored individual packing some heavy weaponry. Jorge didn't recognize Craft's equipment.

"Another one? Hm...you look like you could handle yourself in a warzone. What should I call you?"

When Cirno spoke up again, he looked at her in confusion. "You're a what?"

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Travis looked over his shoulder towards the newcomer.

"What she said. The name's Travis. Travis Touchdown."

"We are all trying to figure out who sent us here, and why." explained Hahli. "Whoever they are, they certainly want to keep us relaxed."

Cirno turned to Jorge and let out a sigh. "A fairy, duh. Are you hard of hearing? I'm the strongest fairy around too." She says, placing her hands on her hips, looking silly when a little girl does it.

"Doubt it," Jorge interrupted. "I think they're trying to lull us into a false sense of security. They wouldn't bring us here without a reason."

He looked back at Cirno. "Really." He sighed. "With all that's been going on, I'm not going to question that. I won't even question how you can fly...even though it should be impossible."

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"I am Craft, commander of the Einherjar Eight Warriors, and a soldier of Neo Arcadia." He turned to face Cirno. "You appear to be a mechaniloid or cyber elf, if you forgive me for stating the obvious."

Moving forward from the doorway, he began searching for a chair that would be able to take his weight.

Cirno looked to Jorge in surprise for a second before asking "You mean you don't know how to fly?" She then burst out into laughter and started rolling around on the floor. For her it was about the same as saying you don't know how to walk, everyone from where she comes from can fly.

While everyone else was talking, Travis sat down at a table and leaned back on a chair. He kicked his feet up onto the table and waved over a waiter.

"Yo! Waiter dude! Over here!"

"Never heard of it, but I don't doubt your abilities," Jorge responded to Craft. He looked at Cirno, annoyed, when she started laughing hysterically.

"No...no human can fly without the help of machines. That's how it's always been."

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Having no real need to eat, Hahli had investigated the park. It was a fairly normal one- she wouldn't give it a second glance if it appeared in her home city- until she noticed the fountain.

The fountain was carved in the shape of a huge, outstretched hand. The carving was incredible- whoever had made it had sculpted the miniscule ridges and whorls that a normal hand would have. However, this was not what drew Hahli's attention to it. It was the fact that this carved hand appeard to be holding... worlds. There were dozens and dozens of them, each carved with differing continents and clouds, and as Hahli watched with curiosity, each one was moving- turning slowly in the air as they rotated and spun around each other. Curious to see how such a fantastic mechanism could work, she placed a hand underneath to see if they were held up by miniscule wires or poles. But her hand found nothing. When she tried to remove a planet, she found that they were immobile, as if they were encased in concrete.

"Whoever brought us here," she mused, "has incredible power."

"Nor do I doubt yours. You are a machine bred for war... much like myself." Taking a chance, Craft sat down on a nearby chair, which surprisingly took his full weight.