A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"Oh. I forgot what I was supposed to do so I went to play at the river instead. I don't really understand all the human stuff anyways." Cirno says, putting her arms behind her head.

"I see. How long until the next challenge?" Narumi asked.

-Yellow has created a super nuke (by attaching almost microscopic bombs together that have a normal amount of explosive material inside until it's almost as big as his bed) he saves it for later use, also painting a smiley face crying blood on it-

-Saren hobbles into the main room, then looks around; he seems disappointed-

No live-fire test today. Count yourselves lucky.

Jorge sighed and shook his head. "Right...try to stay with the group next time, kid. Please?"

Hearing Eddie, he turned back to him and smiled. "Good job out there, Eddie. Now, where's Hahli..."

-Yellow begins construction of a mecha to be the size of an average human-

"Good." Kraft grumbled.

I would have had to kill him if he tried pulling that again... He wasn't sure if he was joking or not.

Hahli cautiously opened the door to her chambers and stepped out.

Ravage padded into the main room, grinning faintly to himself. The floor and air in his immediate vicinity seemed to flicker and shift, revealing brief views of that Cybertronian pub from earlier to those not adjacent to the panther.

Gordon watched the tiny puppet... thing start building something out of pretty much thin air. Mentally, he started trying to figure out how it was doing it.

If it can covert matter into different states, perhaps it can- No, that's clearly not solid oxygen or nitrogen it's using to create that structure, he thought.

He glanced up at the arrival of the others.

Jorge nodded to Hahli. "There you are..." He trailed off, and turned away as he pondered something. Sooner or later, he was going to show his face to these people. He didn't like it, but it was inevitable. Maybe the best thing to do was to show it now, but only to the people he trusted most.

"Hahli, Craft, Eddie, Gordon? Could you all come into my quarters for a second? There's something I need to discuss with you, in private."

He didn't bother waiting for an answer. Jorge walked back to his room and stepped inside.

-a wide-backed chair materialises for Saren to sit down in; a table also comes into existence, which the Turian uses to steeple his claws-

" Ravage. Mr. Touchdown. Unit Mecha Sonic. We need to talk."

Hahli entered, wondering what Jorge wanted.

-Yellow turned to Gordon, then turned back around...-

"I suppose it won't be all the 'epic'" He whispered to himself...

Roach found himself back in the room.

"Well, that went well." He said, to no-one in particular. Which wasn't surprising considering he was alone in the room. He got up, grabbed his rifle, and went to find everyone else.

Craft nodded and followed. "What is it?"

Ravage growled faintly, but padded over nonetheless.

"What is it?"

-Saren looks up, a much larger seat materialising on the other side of the table; he then fiddles with his omni-tool-

You have an alternate form that is locked down. That form is superior to your current one. Therefore, I propose that we find a way to unlock it, within a reasonable amount of time. What do your internal diagnostics state is the problem?

Narumi followed Ravage to the meeting, just in case Saren wanted to include him, and to try and prevent any plans on repeating the Verona incident.

Gordon followed Jorge to his room, and entered.

"So, big guy, what did you want to talk about?" he asked.

-Yellow appeared in the main room, clearly still learning how to move the mecha[1]◊, Yellows real face could be seen behind the yellow glow of the left eye-

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Ravage frowned slightly at this, briefly wondering how Saren knew that; it wasn't as if those transformers in Maccadam's had actually been transforming at the time, either before or during the so-called live fire exercise.

Regardless, the panther closed his eyes and ran an internal diagnostic in an attempt to locate the source of the problem.

"Scanning...autorun function disabled? Files blocked? Administrator input required?! "

"Interesting," said Hahli, examining Jorge's quarters. "It seems that each person brought here has a facsimile of their rooms made for them..."

-The Turian arches an eyebrow-

Your creators? Or your former bosses?

"Neither. Transformers are not built, we are born. Further, we don't require access codes to run our own subroutines, and installing them into other beings is a complicated process that results in far too much work for far too little gain."

The jaguar growled, lifting his gaze skyward; the floor around his feet shifted and blurred until a glowing Decepticon insignia glared up into the rafters with him.

"It must be them."