A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

That is your opinion, human. And you know nothing of the position I've been put in.

-he scans around him at the various doors, then up at the distant ceiling, before bringing his gaze back to Ravage-

Where are the scorch marks and damage? Repaired already?

-Saren activates his omni-tool, but gets static on his attempt to map the chamber-

"Repaired? Hah! Watch this."

Ravage then extended his claws and raked them across the floor at a blinding speed, kicking up a massive shower of sparks. Little arcs of electricity gamboled up and along his leg, but apart grom a low growl the jaguar paid the pain no heed.

Once the pyrotechnics abated a moment later, it could be clearly seen that the floor was unharmed, and a faint blue sheen was slowly fading out of existence over the scratched area.

"This entire place appears to be surrounded by a potent force field. It isn't a matter of whether or not the damage is being repaired; it's a matter of whether or not the damage can even be inflicted in the first place."

The jaguar sighs. "What I wouldn't do for some energon cubes right about now..."

Jorge looked down and shook his head. He was really starting to get annoyed with this...game. At least he had a few decent people on his side, like Kraft, Roach and Hahli.

(And I'm off to bed. Night, folks.)

edited 19th Oct '10 8:37:02 PM by Nimitz

-Saren stares at the spot, his jaws clamped tightly shut; his fists clench, and the biotic miasma whirls about him again, more intense than before; there is an enraged shriek as a singularity is formed at one of the walls, a hail of glowing plasma rounds being launched from his now deployed rifle into the field-

   NOT ACCEPTABLE!   

edited 19th Oct '10 9:37:04 PM by Colonial1.1

MECHA SONIC UNIT TRANSPORTED BACK TO QUARTERS

Kraft had been about to fire another shot when time froze.

...What...?

Kraft woke up in his room. Examining his armour, he found that he was no longer pockmarked with the carbon scoring that resulted from blaster fire, nor were there two deep slashes on his body.

"I've been healed..."

He slowly made his way out of the room, just in time to see something attack the wall.

What's going on...? Kraft decided to stay silent, just to see how things would play out.

Hahli had been exploring elsewhere in the facility, but found little.

Eddie watched the scene in silence, tuning Clementine. Given how many grudges had already been sown, he got the feeling that things were going to get a lot harder...

Ravage growled in annoyance, noting the alien's obvious temper. Yes, there was potential for a useful ally here, but he would have to tread carefully.

The jaguar jerked his head in the direction of the energy field, which dissipated then to reveal no damage. "You see? It's a futile endeavour; don't waste your ammunition."

The Decepticon shook his head then, loosing a weary sigh. Yes, a visit to Maccadam's would be good right about now...I could really use some refuel to forget about all this insanity.

edited 20th Oct '10 7:24:26 AM by SullenFrog

Speaking of Hahli, where was she? Jorge looked around, but she was nowhere in sight. She was certainly an odd one, always walking off, seemingly stuck in her own little world...

edited 20th Oct '10 7:25:30 AM by Nimitz

"I came in too late and wasted much of my time finding tea," thought the purple man drinking from a cup. I do believe it is time to figure out what is going on.

ACTIVATING...

Mecha Sonic blasted the wall.

Another one. Well, let's hope he isn't like these two...

"And who might you be?" Jorge asked the purple man.

No sooner had the thought formed in Ravage's central processor then the grinding of gears and pistons could be heard throughout the restaurant, and the jaguar looked around in confusion and apprehension as everything suddenly and drastically changed around him. Where once there had been a restaurant overlooking a scenic view of Tokyo, now they were within the greasy, metal walls of a pub...albeit a pub scaled for beings far larger than most of those present.

Gone too were the human staff and patrons; in their place, to Ravage's complete and utter shock, were humanoid robots which towered over the group for the most part, waiting tables and ingesting copious amounts of oil and fuel. These machines came in a variety of forms, colours and dispositions, but Ravage knew what they were; he didn't need the prominently-displayed Autobot and Decepticons to know that they were fellow Cybertronians.

Which meant that this, somehow, must be Maccadam's Old Oil House; nowhere else could one find so many bitter enemies sitting at the same tables, eating the same fuel and having a good time.

"Impossible," the jaguar breathed.

The purple man walked over to Jorge and then put out his hand "Greetings dear boy my name is Max Winwood would you like a nice soothing cup of tea while you explain what is going on?"

Hahli had been lost in a little world of her own. She had been exploring the facilities, her insatiable wanderlust still nagging at her, even after her experiences as a Toa. She presently walked back to the group, and gloomily reported that she could find no way out.

Ignoring Mecha Sonic, Kraft couldn't help but gasp quietly as the room transformed into a different state.

What the...

There was a dull thunk, punctuated by a meaty thud. The blunt part of the crowbar's 'head' struck the Combine soldier in the stomach with enough force to cause it to stumble. Gordon raised the crowbar and brought it down on the back of the soldier's head, cracking the helmet and the combine's skull.

That had been close. Gordon hadn't even had a chance to switch weapons. The bastard who'd suprised him had smacked him in the chest with its gun.

Gordon reached back, and melded the crowbar into the adhesive plating on the pack of the H.E.V suit. He withdrew a Combine Pulse Rifle, and continued to move through the ruined streets of City-17.

And then...

He was in Kliener's Lab.

"What," Gordon deadpanned, his voice hoarse from prior lack of speaking. Everything was still here, still undamaged. The various consoles and experimental devices, along with several spare parts. The potted cactus on one table, and the sealed chamber that Gordon had taken the H.E.V suit from.

Gordon lowered the Pulse Rifle, perplexed. He had to get back out there! The Resistance saw him as a figurehead, a man to lead them. If he wasn't out there...

They were all as good as dead.

Gordon ran for the door, not taking the time to focus on exactly how he got there. It was possibly a malfunction of Kliener's portal, but there was really no time to dwell on-

"What the hell?"

He did not find himself in the ruins of City-17. Instead, he found himself in a long hallway, that would not look out of place in the veritable deathtrap that had been Black Mesa.

This did not make Gordon particularly pleased, but it was clearly not Black Mesa.

The bespectacled, H.E.V-suited physicist gripped his Pulse Rifle tightly, then made his way down the hallway...

... Before coming to the strangest assortment of individuals he'd ever seen. And that was saying a lot, considering the company Gordon had previously found himself in.

Kraft thought he heard a door opening. Turning around, he saw a human wearing armour of some sort.

...Almost looks like a reploid. he mused.

"Hello... who are you?"

Mecha Sonic pointed his gun at the newbie. "ALLY OR ENEMY?"

"Calm down, you two," said Hahli. "He probably got here like the rest of us."

"Yes, I have gotten quite used to this. I wonder how long we will be interred here..." Kraft idly wondered.

When something that Gordon thought looked vaguely Combine requested his name, he resisted the urge to shove his Pulse Rifle into its face and activate the secondary fire. Although the fact that whatever it was didn't know his name was perhaps a good sign. All the Combine knew his name.

Although, when the mechanical replica of a video game mascot pointed its own weapons at him, Gordon returned the favor.

He'd have pulled the trigger first, his nerves still on edge after the hours of combat he'd gone through trying the liberate City-17.

But when the tall blue female robot, which Gordon wasn't too surpised by at this point, told them to relax, he relaxed to.

"I'd suggest you listen to her. I don't know how I got here, and I'm not about to get into a fight until I know the whole story," he said.

Well, that wasn't true most of the time. When Gordon been dropped into City-17, he started fighting after only being told a little bit of the story by Kliener and Barney.

But Gordon felt it would be better to at least wait and see what was going on here first.

After giving the newcomer a brief glance and noting that he was almost certainly a human in a suit, Ravage ignored him, lost in his own world as he wandered about Maccadam's. How could this be possible?

Seeing that the human was on edge, Kraft raised his hands slightly in a placating gesture. "We are just as confused about this situation as you are - I am Kraft, a Neo Arcadian commander of the group known as the Einherjar Eight Warriors."

He looked around the room and hoped that the others would follow suit - if everyone blew eachother to pieces, then what hope would they have of escaping this accursed place?