The Twilight Of The Gods

Jack turned to face the Kryptonian. "Superman? Like, in the comic books?"

—Though still in the exact same position he had been in when he fell, Megatron's optics narrowed slightly. —

"'Comic Books'? I do not know what you are referring to."

-he turned back to Horrible-

"If you are not allied with Kal-El then you are permitted to serve me. You will now bow before me and pledge undying allegiance."

Kerrigan turned when she saw the flash of light and saw the ray hit the giant robot. When he stopped moving and fell over she looked to the boy that fired the ray. ' That gun is something to look out for. I will keep my eye on him ' She thought. The area of the room around Kerrigan started to change. All over the walls and floor this sickly purplish-grey mass started to grown and spread. It pulsated as it grew and reached out towards the rest of the room. Kerrigan regarded the Creep with some surprise.

"Umm... Give me a second here. You must be a supervillain, right?"

A laugh drifted out of the shadows. A laugh that would severely creep out anyone present who wasn't above such things.

"You're all so pathetic, you know that?"

A figure was stood in the shadows, leaning against the wall. He was wearing a bizarre red-and-black suit with a vague muscular pattern on it, and was holding a helmet that looked like it was made from opaque black glass. His face was hidden by the shadows.

Jack fluttered over to the black clad figure. "Pathetic? Your face is pathetic. I've got magical artifacts up the wazoo. And I don't even know what a wazoo is!"

— Megatron's optics narrowed further at the sound of the laugh and the appearance of the organic contamination. —

More complications...

This was not the Maelstrom. That much he knew. With a roar, Lufgt Huron, better known to his enemies and underlings as Huron Blackheart, Master of the Red Corsairs, slammed his fist through the door that held him, the metal of the door crackling away into nothingness under the disruptive field of his powerfist. He was getting angrier by the minute, and as soon as he saw a group of others nearby he suppressed his rage. Perhaps these odd people- some of which were filthy xenos- would be able to tell him where he was... right before he would crush their heads into nothingness.

"'Supervillain'? If that term is one you would give to your leader then yes."

-Zod didn't spare the newcomer a glance-

"Pathetic or not, I am your master now. That or your excecutioner. The choice is yours to make."

edited 30th Dec '10 11:24:32 AM by GabrielGloom

Doom crossed his arms, content to observe as these new interlopers made their presence known. He eyed the floating humanoid who had forced his way free of the machine's grasp, identifying him as the primary threat. Judging from his condescending mention of humans a moment ago, this man is clearly either possessed of a massive god complex, is not part of baseline humanity, or both. The question is, then, what is he? Mutant? Mutate? An alien outwardly indistinguishable from homo sapiens, implausible as that may be?

The iron-fisted ruler of Latveria strode forward, shifting his imperious gaze to the man in the surgeon's garb and the fool in the red-and-black muscle suit. In any event, he is clearly possessed of an astronomical ego, and possibly powers to match. Clearly his abilities include flight and superhuman strength; what other powers might be at his disposal, I wonder?

At the bearded oaf's latest words, Doom scowled. "I've heard enough of your self-entitled claptrap, oaf. No one speaks thus to Doom, and no one is Doom's master but Doom himself."

edited 30th Dec '10 11:26:42 AM by SullenFrog

— Megatron had had enough. Rolling over on his side, with a loud whine his cannon discharged at Zod, then at the organic contamination. —

Your Authority Is Nothing, Kryptonian. SHOW YOURSELF, ORGANIC.

"You." Huron pointed one of his massive armored fingers at Doom. "Tell me where I am and I shall make your death quick and painless." A small, pinkish creature scurried up onto Huron's shoulder, chattering gibberish at it looked Doom over.

"Come and get me X! The time has come to prove your mettle against me. This fight will decide the fate of all Reploids! The battle may be over, but the war is just beginning!"

The Reploid that would be king of all his kind stood on top of a building in Abel City, his red cape flapping wildly in the afternoon wind. Just a few hours earlier, he had launched missiles at the city in an attempt to get X to reveal his ultimate potential... and it had worked. Of course, it had not been his full power, but it was a wonderful taster of what was to come. All across the world, his Mavericks would be revealing their allegiances: not to humanity, nor the Maverick Hunters, but to Sigma, the visionary. The populace may hate him for what he had done now, but they would soon find his actions fully justified. When he finally crushed humanity and unlocked X's full potential, he would rule unopposed.

Of course, where Mavericks went, X was sure to follow... as well as his troublesome friend, Zero. Then again, perhaps he owed the red armoured Reploid something: without the Wily Virus he had infected Sigma with, his plans would surely have become much more difficult to implement. He smiled to himself as he turned to walk away, when a bright flash of light blinded him. Even a veteran Maverick Hunter such as himself could do little but express his shock.

"What - "

Sigma regained conciousness in what appeared to be his throne room, grandly decorated with various precious metals and a long stretch of red carpet rolled out across the cold metal floor. Behind his ornate throne was emblazoned a stylised sigma symbol◊, lending an imperial quality to the room. Massive pillars stood in an orderly manner near the walls, supporting the roof.

Immediately his old Maverick Hunter instincts kicked in, as he noticed that Velguarder wasn't present (along with his other Mechaniloid guards), and he could hear a fight brewing outside. Silently unhooking his beamsabre from his belt, he strode purposefully out of his room, opening the double doors that served as the entrance.

What he saw was a surprise, although he did not let on that this was unexpected. A collection of peculiar beings - some looking like Reploids, others like Mechaniloids, and yet more looking like humans seemed to be arguing. He simply stood still and observed silently, ready to thumb the beamsabre on.

-Assuming nothing went wrong and Zod wasn't lying, this was a chance in a lifetime. If he agreed, he could work his way up! He could cut round the whole League application process! That was, of course, assuming he didn't stab himin the back. But he couldn't freese everyone in the room-

-And then Megatron shot him. Wonderful-

edited 30th Dec '10 11:30:09 AM by MadeOfAxes

The blast hit the Creep and splattered it away from that spot, but it continued to grow. It even covered up the spot that Megatron created with his blast. There was an echoing laugh through the room as Kerrigan de-cloaked and stood upright, smirking at the robot. "Someone is a bit hasty." She said mockingly.

-Zod scanned Doom with his x-ray vision once more-

"Tall words indeed for a deformed human. Your inferior technology may impress your fellow apes, but it has no such effect on me."

-he dodged Megatron's blast with lightning speed-

"I did not give you leave to speak!"

-he flew towards Megatron Faster Than A Speeding Bullet and landed a blow on the decepticon's chest powerful enough to send him flying across the room-

edited 30th Dec '10 11:33:58 AM by GabrielGloom

Jack jerked back as Megatron fired his cannon. "Ahh! Don't do that!"

She assumed it was inevitable. Playing with forced beyond one's domain, much less trying to harness them to your own ends. A foolish move, to be sure. She had been ripped through the summoning circle, and presumably away from Azeroth. She had little, nay, no idea where she was now, and none of her Val'kyr had been pulled along with her. Alone on an unknown world. Figured as much. The Banshee Queen hid in the shadows, watching as these many varied and alien creatures spoke amongst themselves and ultimately turned to fighting. Their power was staggering, far beyond her own as far as she could tell. It was best she bided her time until she could escape.

Still, she kept one hand on an arrow, just to be safe.

edited 30th Dec '10 11:32:03 AM by Katsuun

-Horrible'd thoughts immediately turned back to panic. He didn't particularly want to get killed by one of these people, so he pulled back towards the wall, hoping to keep out of the way-

-It was probably inevitable that he bump into someone. In this case, Sylvanas. He spun round, freeze-ray raised-

Sigma smiled inwardly to himself. Clearly, these bumbling idiots were far too preoccupied with in-fighting to notice the arrivals in their midst. If push came to shove, he would be able to dispatch them easily.

AAAAAAAGH!

—The Decepticon slammed into the wall, in the deepest red light, propping himself up to return fire, this time with a spread-beam.—

So You Showed Yourself. Good. I Do Not Need Repeat Myself.

Jack flew away from the several conflicts. He just wanted to go home right now. He stopped when he thought he'd gotten a good distance away from the fight. He had. Unfortunately, he was right above Sigma's head.

Kerrigan's gaze shifted over to exactly where Sylvanas was. "I am not the only one who decided to hide, am I?" She asked Sylvanas out loud. She looked to the new arrivals, a robot, a Terran Marine, and some brat in black. None of them were impressive.

The figure sighed, slid his helmet back on, and stepped out of the shadows.

"See what I mean? Nothing but ego, each and every one of you."

He produced a strange weapon in a burst of purple flame, and spun it around his right hand by its guard.