A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"Whatever you're doing, do it fast; we've got at most two minutes before impact."

With that, Ravage turned to the far side of the bridge and began to move for the door. "We can't get out the same way we came in, seeing as we totalled the hangar and our transport during that firefight; fortunately, there's a second one not far from its location. If you people don't want to be crushed to death or vapourized, I suggest you get moving, now. Beast mode!"

Before the words had even left his mouth, the Predacon had already transformed into his feline altmode. The rocket on his back flared to life, and soon Ravage was loping down the corridor to the gravity lift at an appreciable multiple of the speed of sound.

Blink was maunually rerouting power to try and maximize the amount of time the ship had in the air. It was fairly difficult, seeing as she wasn't familar with Covenant tech, but she could guess by how things looked or behaved when she used her tools on them.

Raz summoned his levitation bubble and followed Ravage.

Craft paused but followed Ravage, dumping most of his internal power into his boosting mechanisms in an attempt to keep up with the Predacon.

edited 27th Dec '10 10:02:11 AM by Flanker66

Blink's in a completely different room, down in engine matinence.

Blasting a hole in a wall...No. The command center was too deep inside the ship. A single good cartridge couldn't provide enough power for a laser good enough to penetrate that kind of armor...

Yuuka weighed her options, looking at the walls, trying to gauge which was thinnest, where the Covenant were thickest...She wasn't going to make a move just yet. The magician? Perhaps with her aid, and flight, making an exit such a way could be possible....

Ravage soon reached the gravity lift and dove in, relieved to see that the purple column of antigravity had reversed itself in the interrim; he wouldn't have had time to manually switch the lift's flow, it would have taken up far more time than they had available.

"Four decks down!" he yelled over his shoulder as he began to descend, his fall slowed somewhat by the rising current of air so that he could control his landing.

Once four decks had gone by he activated his rocket and drifted forwards, setting foot on the cool metal floor of the cruiser.

It was pandemonium; alarms blared and emergency lights flared as the entire corridor was rocked by a massive explosion. Panicking Grunts, running around like chickens with their heads cut off, squealed as the sudden shockwave tossed them all about; had it not been for the stability provided by his four legs and the magnetized soles of his feet, the Predacon jaquar would almost certainly have joined them in a heap on the floor.

A deafening shriek of tortured metal split the air from somewhere deeper within the cruiser, and Ravage consulted his telemetry in concern. Whatever Blink was doing in the engine room, it seemed to be levelling their flightpath out somewhat; at the same time, however, it was placing considerable stresses on both the reactors and the superstructure itself, and as a result the ship was beginning to come apart.

A plasma conduit in an adjacent wall exploded violently, blowing out that portion of the corridor and crushing the hapless Grunts under a sudden avalanche of smouldering debris and odd vehicles. Ravage flinched, then studied the vehicles with interest; there were seven in all, four of which appeared to be sleek, single-pilot hovercraft with forward-swept stabilizer fins and a pair of deadly-looking guns, and the remaining three were larger, bulkier craft with space for two and a large cannon mounted on the rear chassis. Between them, there would be enough for ten people—plenty enough for the entire strike team, unless the Predacon had missed his mark.

Ravage transformed back into robot mode and eyed the corridor, noting how wide and roomy it was. There was almost a kilometre's worth of deck to cover before they reached the hangar. And it looked like these things could go very fast.

A feral smile came to his face. "It seems fortune smiles upon us today..."

edited 27th Dec '10 10:21:50 AM by SullenFrog

Blink's voice came through the comms again, shipwide.

"Guys, you might wanna hurry! I'm not sure the ship can keep this up much longer!"

Raz caught up to Ravage, with no small amont of dificulty. He eyed the vehicles. "Nice."

-The Dullahan continues making his way unaware of the impending danger through the underside of the ship, his armor repairing itself assisted with occasionally pulling the life force from a fleeing Grunt.-

Craft scrambled after the pair, the last section of his run being carried out in a peculiar half-crawl as another explosion barely managed to dislodge his footing (mostly due to his speed).

"So, which ones are we going to take?" he asked, picking himself up.

edited 27th Dec '10 10:51:46 AM by Flanker66

Naoto groaned as she got up and rubbed the back of her head, having fallen from the shaking of the ship. She saw the others running down the hall and ran after them, not able to move as fast as the two robots unfortunately. She jumped into the gravity elevator and floated down to the fourth level before getting off and looking around. She looked over the ships and said "Blink you should probably join us, now."

In answer, Ravage stepped over to one of the smaller vehicles and flipped it upright with some effort. The hovercraft's repulsors came online instantly, keeping it upright in spight of its somewhat uneven weight distribution, and Ravage sat down in the pilot's seet ever so slowly, careful to see if it would take his weight.

The craft remained foating upright; its engines didn't even sound strained from having to support the Predacon's weight.

Ravage grinned. "As many as we can."

"Huh? Nah, Miss Shirogane. I'll be fine!" Blink replied. "I need to make sure this thing stays in the air long enough for ya to escape, don't I?"

Craft hesitantly walked over to one of the larger vehicles. Its' drive too came online as he sat in what was presumably its' driver's seat. The turret also jerked into life, seemingly following the Reploid's movements. After a few moments of experimentation, Craft felt he had cracked the difficult part - now all he had to do was get out of there.

"Okay, if anyone wants to join me, you're free to do so." he said with an almost casual air.

Raz climbed into one of the small hovercraft vehicles.

Naoto facepalmed and said "We have time to escape, you could join us Blink." She walked over to one of the vehicles and climbed into the one Craft got in. "Hope you don't mind." She said to him.

"No problem - I fully intend to make sure as many of us as possible make it out of here." Craft then turned to look at Ravage. "I'm ready to go, Ravage."

"You'll be seeing me soon, Miss Shirogane," replied Blink. "Don't worry!"

— Moving himself with the help of his biotics, Saren clambered into a Ghost. —

edited 27th Dec '10 12:15:07 PM by Colonial1.1

Bowser followed right behind Saren.

The circuits on Delta's face pulsed once. "Of course. Shame that, but New Alexandria was doomed from the start. Though they may have killed many humans in the process, the Champions' actions may have saved millions more." The cybernetic Nomad smiled. I'm proud of them.

The three Spartans kept their guns raised at Mal-Keshar. Six looked at Jorge expectantly, who in turn looked conflicted. He could avenge Gordon's death by killing the necromancer, but that would only cause more chaos, and more of his friends would be hurt or even killed in the process. On the other hand, Jorge could let him go free, and still utilize his skills for this challenge.

"...Stand down," Jorge ordered, lowering his M247H. Noble Six lowered his MA37. Emile was reluctant to lower his M45, but a stern look from Jorge got him to do so.

"Fine," Emile grumbled.

"This isn't over, Keshar," Jorge threatened. "You're still useful. We'll deal with you later."

The Spartans' radio crackled on. "4, 5, 6," Carter said, "Get back to the main chamber, on the double!"

"Sir?" Six responded, "What's the situation?"

"Colonel Holland just hailed us. It's big...I'll explain when you get over here."

Six looked at Jorge once again. "We should move, now."

The SPARTAN-II nodded. "Let's go!" The three Spartans started making their way back to Carter's position.

edited 27th Dec '10 12:57:44 PM by Nimitz

Rey watched Jorge go, chewing his lip, glancing between the others, then moving to follow after him, wanting to ask what was happening, but deciding not to be a bother just yet...things were still too much of a powder keg for his liking.

" You're not the only one, Delta." Phi said. " I'd just wish they hurry a bit with the saving." Phi continued to slouch.

Delta shook his head. "That won't happen. It's the UNSC's job, not theirs." The Nomad crossed his arms. "I knew I made the right choice..." He muttered.