A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"You know what. If you're right let me figure it out myself."

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In response, the Predacon calmly reached over with one hand to the arm presently squeezing his shoulder—and promptly slashed the oversized brute across the wrist, leaving clawmarks deep enough to sever veins and tendons.

At that moment a faint chime rang out, and the white walls of the cryogenic suspension ward abruptly turned red. "Violent behaviour detected in Emergency Cryogenic Suspension Ward; enacting pacification countermeasures."

These words had scarcely left the overhead speakers before Ravage and his aggressor suddenly found themselves contained within a pair of flickering blue bubbles of energy, suspended several feet above the floor by an unseen force. The two spheres then drifted away from one another, their occupants tumbling helplessly as though caught in zero-gravity, and came to a halt in opposite corners of the room.

The Danse Macabre Codex

"I-CAN-NOT-KILL-YOU. WOULD-ANY-DA-LEK-GIVE-UP-THE-CHANCE-TO-EX-TER-MIN-ATE-THE-DOC-TOR, EX-CEPT-FOR-A-PAR-A-DOX?"

They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!

"AGH!"

Spriggan yelled after he was thrown into the ceiling.

"I do not want to be killed by the turbulence here!"

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"

"First time I've seen a Dalek show intelligence."

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"The turbulance abated already, you cowardly imbecile," Ravage snapped, quite angry at being confined to this sphere like some sort of hamster in a wheel. Yet his anger was tinged with hints of confusion; though his opponent had looked like an ordinary—albeit oversized—human, it had been metal which the Predacon had felt beneath his talons as he had raked his assailant across the wrist.

What did that mean, then? Was he a cyborg or an android, perhaps? And, for that matter, no one seemed to be reacting to his own appearance at all; yet Ravage did not feel any different.

A quick glance at the semi-reflective surface of the sphere provided an answer of sorts; instead of a familiar technorganic muzzle staring back at him, he saw the grizzled, thick-jawed face of a stern, middle-aged human male with greying black hair and a face that he understood indicated a severe and hard attitude in human culture—along, fittingly enough, with a proclivity for violence.

Ravage brought a hand up to examine his face, and to his surprise he felt fur and metal beneath the sensitive digits of his paw. An illusion of some sort, then; curiouser and curiouser.

His train of thought was derailed as the door to the ward ground open again, and one of the physicians stepped inside—followed by a pair of muscular orderlies with dangerous-looking batons in hand.

"Violent behaviour in the wake of a flash freeze is nothing new aboard Beel's Bowl," the doctor said, "and nor is our reaction to it. For this misconduct, passengers Ra Vajj and Mega Tronne, your belongings have been confiscated, and you will be turned over to Bifrost Spaceport Security once landing procedures have been completed."

The doctor tapped at something on his computer, and the two spheres containing Ravage and his assailant drifted towards him; the two orderlies stepped behind the spheres then, twisting the hilts of their batons as the did so, and suddenly the spheres were linked to the rods by a pair of electrical tethers. Without further ado, they walked off into the bowels of the ship, the spheres caught in their wake; the doctor turned to face the rest of the ward's occupants and bowed appologetically.

"My appologies for this unseemly display; had we known that these two would have been so violent, we would have kept them in cryonic suspension until landing was completed."

The Danse Macabre Codex

Flandre laughed at the two large men that ended up trapped in bubbles. For such a boring place made of metal she was having a lot of fun. Maybe this would not be a waste of time.

"And yet, you allow the robot and the other doctor to bicker and threaten to hurt each other?" Narumi asked the Doctor of the ship.

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"It is no problem at all," Bolas said- now speaking in an actual voice, a smooth baritone with a sleek, almost sinister sound to it, as if the words escapes his throat of their own accord instead of at his bidding, "Incidents are bound to occur." He had his hood over his head and eyes, shadow obscuring his face. For all intents and purposes it looked as if he was using his opened cryotube for a quick power nap before he had spoken, still relaxing inside it though it had already served its purpose.

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How can you be in two places at once when you're not anywhere at all?

"What robot?"

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The physician tilted his head to one side in evident confusion. "My appologies, detective Sokichi, but I'm afraid you have me at a loss; what robot?"

The Danse Macabre Codex

"My head..."

Spriggan murmured as he tried to grab onto something like the railing on the wall.

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"

"That... thing with the bubbles on his head." Narumi said, pointing to the Dalek.

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The Doctor kicks Narumi. "Quiet... Quiet please..."

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The physician, clearly perplexed, was about to say more; then he noticed Spriggan's pain, and without another word he strode over to the stricken youth and pulled a small tool that bore a faint resemblance to a Swiss Army knife from a pocket in his smock.

"Hold still," he said, shining a red light across Spriggan's head. "When do you strike your head, and how?"

The Danse Macabre Codex

"Think it was with the turbelence. My back's okay but I think I hit the back of my head on the ceiling."

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"

"Ow... Fine. I'll assume he's a Kamen Rider... or whatever you call people with high-tech Power Armor." Narumi said.

"Kamen Rider Dalek... Has a nice ring to it." Narumi thought.

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—Megatron stared past his raised, hammer-like hands at Ravage, eyes narrowed in thought.—

Ra Vajj. I Don't Recall That Name...

Proud member of the IAA What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?

A weary sigh escaped from behind the doctor's opaque visor, and when he next spoke his words were tinged with anger. "Does no one listen when we tell them to strap in for turbulence anymore? Honestly, we have those announcements for a reason."

The physician switched implements on his tool, going from a light to a nozzle of some sort; a quick squeeze caused a viscous red gel to squirt out, and he swiftly removed Spriggan's balaclava and applied it across the back of the youth's head in a single swift, economical motion.

"There, this should ease the pain and reduce any swelling in the area," he announced, handing the boy his balaclava back. "Don't wear anything over that gel for the next four hours, and don't take any showers either; you'll dilute its effectiveness. If any sensations of pain return or persist after four hours have passed, please contact a physician."

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"So you are a Decepticon," Ravage huffed, glaring balefully at this so-called 'Mega Tronne' from out the corner of his optics. "And here I thought that was just one of those suspiciously similar names these humans seem to concoct."

He fell silent, watching intently as the two orderlies led them through the ship. The hallways were largely rectangular and utilitarian, and the yellowed lights seemed in dire need of repair or replacement; they cast odd shadows across the walls, making it difficult to see in the already dim, gunmetal grey corridors. Plates warped and clanked faintly beneath the feet of their captors with every step, making concentration difficult, and everywhere Ravage looked there were humans going about their business in simple, utilitarian clothes of pastel colours and simple lines.

The Danse Macabre Codex

"Understood, doc. I'll just see if I can look for a seat or something."

Spriggan kept his balaclava and beret on his tac vest for the time being.

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"

— For an instant, the Decepticon Leader's eyebrow rises in amusement. His tone remains as solitary and cold as ever. —

You Could Say That. Your Own Behaviour Would Not Be Out Of Place In A Few Of My... More Eager Soldiers. But Whose Insignia Is That? A Splinter Faction?

Proud member of the IAA What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?

A low and distant thump rang out throughout the ship, as though the Beel's Bowl had set down on a tarmac; then a gentle chime rang out, and that automated voice spoke up again. "Landing sequence completed," the female voice intoned softly. "Now synchronizing with local frequencies..."

A series of low beeps sounded from the wrists of the Champions and Overlords; were they to look down and investigate the source of this unexpected noise, they would find a smooth metal bracelet wrapped around their arm just above the wrist, and a number of faint LEDs flashed and flickered softly.

"Synchronization complete," the voice said. "All passengers, check to make certain that your Phi modules are receiving all planetary and interplanetary newsfeeds."

The physician held out his right arm and tapped at his wrist; a few beeps came from the metal band there, and a flickering blue holographic screen flared into existence above the back of his hand. He made a faint sound of approval, tapping at the screen with his fingers, then held the shimmering screen of light up so that all in the ward could see it clearly.

"A Phi-module," he explained. "It's an acronym for Personal Holographic Interface, in case your flash freeze made you forget that as well. You can use this to access the planetary information network and communicate wirelessly with anyone else who possesses a Phi-module. Check to see that they've been calibrated properly; these modules won't do you any good if they aren't in sync with the local network."

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"It doesn't matter," Ravage replied, staring sullenly at the wall. "It is clear from your demeanour and voice that you aren't the Megatron from my own reality, so you would not recognize my organization in any case."

The transmetal panther glanced idly at his wrist, raising an eyebrow as he took note of the flashing metal band located there; that certainly had not been there a moment ago...

Shrugging, the Predacon turned his gaze back to this otherdimensional Megatron. "So...how goes the Great War?"

The Danse Macabre Codex

Narumi looked at his wrist and saw the wristband. He then tests it out. "Hey, bubble-head (Sec), can you read me, over?" Narumi said into his wrist.

Kimimaro looked over the little device around his wrist, activating it and going over it. Though this tech was far beyond his world's technology level, he very quickly came to understand the basic functions of the device, and was able to ensure it was 'calibrated' correctly. A hologram of the planet they were now on sprung up.

Sullen, if you would please give us a basic description of the planet Valhalla for Kimimaro's hologram?

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Jack hesitantly tapped the silver band as he saw the other man do and relaxed as a similar screen flashed into existence before him. He preferred not to use technology if possible, but neither would he turn down such a clear advantage. Instant communication with his allies would make this much easier. So far as he could tell, the device seemed to be working properly. Reading the information displayed, it also seemed that it had linked with this world's network. Nodding once, he tapped the 'off' button and the screen vanished.

"Thank you for your assistance," he said to their guide, bowing slightly. "Where may we go to retrieve our belongings? I would like to disembark as soon as possible."

A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu