The Twilight Of The Gods

The arrow was notched and bow at the throat of Horrible. She did not let the arrow fly, but kept a steady eye on the creature.

"Back off. Or your next move will be your last."

She did not deign to notice Kerrigan at the moment, being more focused on her immediate situation.

Sigma (who had noticed Jack's sudden appearance above him) simply stepped to the side to allow Jack to fall to the ground.

If we want to do anything worthwhile, I may as well get them to stop fighting.

"I believe it would be to our advantage to stop fighting among ourselves, wouldn't you agree?" Sigma spoke in a bold, confident tone, the kind which had swayed even the most sceptical Reploids to his cause.

-Warping in was a sudden experience. The robot known as Air Man blinks, taking in its new surroundings. Several humans, and a very large robot, all arguing and fighting in the middle of the room. What's going on?-

-One of Megatron's blasts knocked Zod backwards-

"Impressive weaponry... but I need not augment myself with such things."

-he turned to stare directly at the decepticon leader-

"My weapons?"

-his eyes burned an intense red-

"I was BORN with them."

-two beams of immeasurable heat blasted out of Zod's eyes directly at Megatron-

"Cooperation is unnecessary. You will all serve me or you will all die."

edited 30th Dec '10 11:48:20 AM by GabrielGloom

"I serve no one," growled Huron at Zod. His powerfist clenched as he pressed the activation rune on the fist.

Kerrigan shrugged her shoulder at Sigma and said "The boys all feel the need to prove themselves. Let them kill eachother. Its less that I have to deal with." She looked at Zod and sighed. Zod would hear Kerrigan's voice echo in his head "I will serve no one anymore."

— Megatron leaped out of the way, aiming his cannon again, taking note of the newcomers. —

I Have But Two Words For That Pronouncement, Organic: Slag Off.

—He strafed the Kryptonian, moving sideways to prevent being hit by the burning rays. —

edited 30th Dec '10 11:54:08 AM by Colonial1.1

Sigma raised an eyebrow at the... creature who spoke to him, but decided to make no comment. Evidently these beings were fixated upon each other's destruction, and even a herculean attempt at peacemaking was likely to end messily.

Jakc decided he had to step in. He really hated it when he was the voice of reason. He flew between Megatron and Zod. "Nobody's serving anyone. We all have our minions. We need to stop fighting and figure out how we got here. And where here is."

Doom's only response to the hulking, armoured figure with the outsized shoulder guards was to level a hand at the cyborg.

"No one commands Doom, cyborg!" he boomed, sending a bolt of concussive force out to blast the Space Marine across the room. "I do not care who stands in my way; those who interfere with Victor von Doom shall die!"

With that, he turned his attention to the flying being—Kryptonian, he noted—and began to chant under his breath. The air in the chamber roiled and shifted as the ruler of Latveria called upon the eldritch energies which were his to command, and searing tendrils of dark magic erupted from nothing to ensare Zod in a grip of iron.

The Zabrak jumped above his enemy, ready to land the coup de-grace, only to disappear in mid-air, appearing in the room. He wore black robes, and his red skin was covered in black tattoos. He saw the humans, the elf and the huge robot and ignited one side of his lightsaber. Then he heard that odd human demand his servitude. "I serve only my master, Darth Sidious, you fool", he rasped.

-Zod turned his burning eyes to Jack, and his fury subsided-

"Very well."

-his eyes lost their glow and he alighted on the floor-

"I will-"

-Doom's magic seized him-

"Nnrgh! You seek to trick me with your talk of peace? Upon your own head be it!!"

-Zod took a deep breath and exhaled a blast of cold air in Doom's direction, which instantly froze all it came in contact with-

"You DARE to show disrespect to Huron Blackheart, Master of the Astral Claws?!" bellowed the Space Marine even as the blast of concussive force hit him in the chest. "It is time you learn a lesson in respect, whelp." Hefting his power axe, he charged towards the Latverian, smashing anything foolish enough to get in his way as he did so.

A crackling dome of energy sprang up around Doom, extending to cover everything in an eight-foot radius; the Kryptonian's frigid breath billowed harmlessly about the sphere, unable to penetrate it, and the charging armoured cyborg, this Blackheart, would find his axe similarly unable to pierce Doom's protective energy shield.

"I've little time for your petty threats, alien," the ruler of Latveria declared as he crossed his arms over his chest. "And this bickering serves no one, least of all Doom. As we all appear confused, it is clear that none of those present brought us here; therefore, an outside force was responsible."

The armoured dictator swept his gaze out across the myriad beings in the chamber, analyzing them with both his own mind and his instruments. "Judging by the large number of beings and entities with which I am unfamiliar being present, I would posit that interdimensional travel is involved. The question, then, is this—who would have the power and the desire to gather such a group of powerful, yet arrogant, beings, and for what purpose?"

Jack sighed. More fighting. Great. "Stupid stupid stupid peole." He drifted down to the ground. "Well, might as well get their attention." He raised the gauntlet into the air and curled it into a fist. "Fist of Tebigong!" He shouted. The gauntlet glowed and Jack slammed it against the ground with earth-shattering force. The ground began to rumble as cracks began to open up in the floor.

-The Horrible didn't lower his Freeze Ray. He had no idea whether or not he could trust the woman with the bow and the highly impractical armour-

"I don't want anyone to get hurt. Could you lower the bow?"

— Seeing as the Kryptonian had his attention averted, Megatron made for his throne room, slamming the door shut when he had gotten inside. —

Here would be a very good time to have one of my loyal Decepticons at hand. I have too many enemies right now.

You have orders, Master?

—Megatron started on hearing those words, then looked about himself. Upon finding the source of those wonderful words, his metal lips parted, revealing the gleaming white, split grille of teeth, bared in a cruel smile. —

Yes, Yes I Do...

edited 5th Jan '11 11:43:29 PM by Colonial1.1

"With such powers as yours, psyker, how are we to know that you are not the one that brought us to this realm?" retorted Blackheart, keeping his hand firmly clasped to the activation rune of his power axe.

"Frankly, I'd rather you lower your weapon first. Why don't we do it at the same time?

"Right then. On the count of three? Three... two... one..."

-Horrible lowered his ray, hoping Sylvanas would lower her bow-

Kerrigan had to keep herself from laughing as the large robot ran away int a separate room. He did seem to be the center of things, along with the bearded guy. It was then that she heard their voices. There were only a few of them, but she could hear the voices of larva in her room. She told them what to change into, just in case she could need them.

Doom fixed his gaze on Blackheart. "I am no telepath, Corsair. And there are matters of far greater import to Doom than getting into a needless scuffle with interdimensional beings I know little about."

-Sylvanas dropped her bow as she had promised-

"Right. Where are we? Who are these people? And who are you?"

-She scanned the room and noticed a dusty skeleton in a corner. That could serve of use if she needed to animate a minion to unlife-

edited 30th Dec '10 12:21:17 PM by Katsuun

Blackheart growled at this last remark. "We cannot say for certain that any of us is wholly innocent; I have reason to suspect any of you slobbering fools could have brought me here." He paused here for a moment, while his Hamadrya clambered back onto his shoulder and chirped. "But knowing who brought us here is ultimately futile; is there an exit here, or do I have to make one?"

-Zod glared at his captor-

"You have identified as 'Doom'. If you will acquiesce to unhand me, Doom, then I will agree to your truce... for the moment."

edited 30th Dec '10 12:24:00 PM by GabrielGloom