A Game of Gods: Taskforce Sifuri

"Bold words....." Atrocitus said to Koragg in a soft, threatening tone. "But who is this Imperious?! Tell me where he is so I may tear out his neural matter for taking me here just when I found out my new calling!"

Kribnefka had been waving his hands, becoming angrier with each movement. He seemed to be trying to do... something.

"Come on. Plane Shift. Plane Shift. Recall: Throne of Treachery. Gate. Instantaneous Transport."

None of these words seemed to do anything, leading Kribnefka to point at a patch of grass near the forest.

"Why are my powers not working. I should be dissolving back to my realm. The other gods and I just created the Plane of Battle and we were going to have a Tyrannosaurus fight twenty lions!"

" Imperious is a treacherous person. He is evil, but without honor, and thus can't be trusted. He is currently in the underworld, but from my understanding, we are nowhere near where he is. A shame. I too wanted to paint the ceilings with his blood." Koragg said to the Lantern.

edited 22nd Sep '11 9:23:30 PM by Psyga315

The Sheikah looked up at this. "Painting the ceiling with his blood?"

"It is good for him that he is not here, then." What have I gotten myself into?

He continued on. "It seems we are all from different worlds, gathering from what I have heard here. Different places, with different laws of nature..." The idea was not foreign to her. She had heard of strange parallel worlds before in her studies. Places in which everything was different and yet similar to her own land of Hyrule. This seemed to be one of those worlds.

"Snatched away from our separate lives by something - or someone - for some purpose."

"I suggest we wait till we find out that purpose."

Krika looked at the other beings on the ship and sighed.

Silently he floated up to the ninja, he seemed to be the calmest in this chaos.

"Sir? Introductions right now are more important than the question of where we are".

The ninja may find to his/her surprise that the mutant insect had a slightly more pleasant voice than his appearance.

The air around the Makuta was colder by several degrees.

edited 22nd Sep '11 9:39:47 PM by biomechtraveler

Kribnefka thought for a minute. It had been a while since he'd used his wizardly powers. They just paled in comparison to the whole "godhood" bit. But, they were all he had to defend himself with. Besides his incredibly ornate mace. He waved his hand again, calling into existence a modestly sized wooden home, and stepped inside.

"Well, if we're going to be stuck here, let's at least be stuck in here where there's furniture and food!"

The Sheikah remained impassive at the appearance of the insectoid being, gazing at Krika evenly.

"In the short term, yes. But in the long run, no." His voice was calm, and yet made a clear point. It seemed this beast could speak. Well, it could definitely listen to reason, then. And it made a valid point - for the current situation, at least.

"That being said... perhaps it is best that you know my name. I am Sheik of the Sheikah."

"May I have yours?"

edited 22nd Sep '11 9:55:56 PM by troydenite

"Interesting....." Atrocitus said to Koragg. He felt immense rage from this purple armored being directly towards this Imperious being. And yet, he felt rage being direct AT Koragg as well.....but Atrocitus decided to put such assumptions aside. None of these other people around looked like the type to take kindly to him suddenly tearing out the heart of this man out of nowhere. Especially that silly looking lizard thing waving his arms around and spouting nonsense. Plus he did not know about him to pass judgement on him. Yet........

Also this cloaked being in front of him seemed to be the most rational person thus far. "Yes, its obvious we're all from different planets, I want to know which one!" Atrocitus said to Sheik, emphasizing the last two words.

And then Kribnefka summon a house. "HOW CAN YOU SUMMON A HOUSE LIKE THAT?!?" he said. Atrocitus entered the house. "What technology did you use to conjure this building?!" he demanded.

Sheik looked after the retreating form of the Red Lantern. "Which one, I do not know," he said quietly.

"That we will find out later, Goddesses willing."

Kribnefka blocked Atrocitus' entry, pointing to the welcome mat on the porch.

"Wipe your feet. I just wrought this house using my divine powers, and I will not have you tracking mud inside."

Sky realized that the Delta Morpher's communicator was not picking up the commander for some reason.

"Let me try the guys..." Sky murmured before he spoke on his morpher once again. "Jack, Bridge, Syd, Z! Come in! It's Sky! Can you hear me, over?"

"My name is Krika, it would be best right now if this chaotic crowd of lunatics be brought to attention don't you think?"

The air grew several degrees colder again until the others would feel it and perhaps shiver.

The wave of cold swept over the red-eyed Guardian of the Royal Family without eliciting so much as a tremble. "Indeed."

The Sheikah's voice rose only slightly in volume - and yet it somehow amplified itself, resonating within the minds of all present on the beach.

"Everyone. If you would all gather here."

"Please." It was more of a command than a request, but one had to be courteous at all times. Being a princess had taught her that.

edited 22nd Sep '11 11:21:44 PM by troydenite

Quite out of sight along the sand, a small pale brown ferret◊ appeared curled up as though he were asleep; his fur blending in almost perfectly with the golden-yellow sand.

Sec walked up to Sky, and put a hand on his shoulder. He had heard that that was a comforting movement for humans.
When he spoke, it was a cross between a quieter, softer Dalek voice and a New York accent.
"Your communications device will not work here."

Sky faced Sec after he stored his Delta Morpher.

"Are you some alien species the SPD hasn't known yet?"

"Better. Everyone here is, with a few exceptions, from a different universe. We have been kidnapped by beings known as Nomads to take part in games for their amusement. My name is Sec. I am a hybrid of human and my original species, the Daleks."

Dexter Douglas awoke face down in the meadow.

Dexter Douglas groaned and sat up.

Dexter Douglas put on his glasses.

Dexter Douglas looked around.

Dexter Douglas screamed like a little girl.

Roight, boyz, 'ere it comes!

-The Gretchin surrounding Mekboss Gundakka Bigrench grab their sharp sticks and get to work, prodding the Snotlings into the general direction of the Shokk Attak Gun'z loading tube, making sure each diminutive Orkling had a stikkbomb strapped to its back. The weapon was fully charged and aimed at a rather inconveniently located Necron Monolith currently ravaging the ranks of Waaaaagh! 'Ardnok. The gun was the last hope of victory for the Orks, 'Ardnok had visited Mekboss Bigrench to deliver his faith in it and its creator.-

YER SPARKYBITZ BETTER WORK THIS TIME ROUND, MEKBOY, OR YER 'EDZ GOIN' ON MY BOSSPOLE! GET YER JUNKPILE RIGHT DA FERST TIME ER I'LL BE FIRIN' YOU FROM IT!!

No problem, boss! Da metalboyz' monlith'll be Gargant-grade scrap afore you knowz it!

IT BETTER!

-Following his inspiring speech, the Warboss has stomped off to further encourage his remaining troops.-

Grox-herdin' git... You lot! Da gun ready?

Sure is, boss! We'ze herdin' da snotlings in now!

-The gun was indeed glowing, a series of panicked, but muffled squeaks issuing from the ammunition compartment. Following his rather complicated escape from the Imperial Guard outpost on Tarkus VIII, the Mekboss had found employment in this Waaaagh, and was perfectly ready to leg it if the weapon malfunctioned.-

Gubbins checked?

-A Gretchin proudly designates the Xes and check marks next to various mechanical protuberances.-

Did 'em meself, boss!

Oksilary power source?

-A gretchin on what looks like a tiny apartment bicycle gives the Mekboss a thumbs-up and starts pedaling.-

Big red banna?

Da Snotlings ate it, boss. Sorry.

Okay den, flip da switch!

-A flip is switched, and the terrifying contraption glows brighter. Humming ominously and increasingly louder, the gun's barrel pointed straight at the monolith, the gretchin close various hatches and pull a few levers.-

Do we start primary ignition, boss?

Wut? Just fire it already!

-With an earsplitting roar, the warp-tunnel opens. The ammunition chamber tilts, pushing the snotlings into the realm of madness. Most run along, terrorized by the snarling faces just outside the very thin tunnel, preferring even the cold of the Necron pyramid than the shifting horrors without. One, however, runs straight back into the gun's barrel and starts pounding madly against the walls.-

'Ere, wot's that noise?

-Loud explosions are seen wracking the floating pyramid, followed by cheers from the rest of the Waaaagh, who move in for the kill.-

Wot noise, boss?

Dat beating from the-

-The snotling's bomb explodes. The warp-tunnel control gubbins suddenly rip into overdrive, creating a vast portal all around the gun.-

Wut da zzzoooooooooo-

-The gun itself explodes in a cataclysmic nova of shrapnel, Snotling parts and rocks. the backwash propels Bigrench, his gretchin and a stray squig into the depths of the warp. In the horrid place without dimension, time or gravity, they fly at ever-increasing speed towards the unknown.-

-oooooooooog!!!!!

Boss! What's going onoingnoingngi

-The gretchin's head suddenly turns into a flower, which then explodes. The others cling on to their leader's grubby clothes for dear life, even as the raw stuff of the Empyrian snatches them away or mutates them in ways unimaginable except via serious intoxication of bad orkbeer.-

'Ang on, ladz! Dere's just been a tempral dis-turbanss when de gun exploded!

Boss! Da tunnel!

-The opening into the material is indeed floating a few feet-or thousands of light-years- away, or possibly behind.-

Grab on, boyz! 'Ere we go!

-The Mekboss' boomstikk belches to life. Firing grenade after grenade into the oblivion, the cluster of orks heads towards the portal. The gretchin join in, firing whatever weapons they have at hand semi-randomly. A particularly ignoble warp-denizen spots the unexpected menu change, and heads lazily towards the group, all five maws opened wide.-

We'ze not gonna make it, boss!

Shaddap an' lemme concentrate! Ain't no warp-thing wut can beat an ork! WAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGG-

-The mekboss strikes his gun in a specific location. Empowered by this sudden increase in mechanical efficiency, the gun fires faster, propelling the orks into the portal just as it, and the warp beast's third mouth, close.-

-AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

-In the impossible meadow of the ship, a tear opens in midair, from which nloud noises emerge. Suddenly, a meteor spitting fiery death in all directions barrels out from it, accelerating all the while. The ballistic orks careen into the ground and keep going, digging a furrow five feet wide. Bullets flying everywhere, the gaggle bounces repeatedly until they land in the curved water.-

AAAAUGLLLBLLLGLLBLLBGLLLL uh? urglblg!

-Dragged down by the clutching gretchin, the ork slaps around at random until his head breaches the surface. Mouth gaping wide like some horrible combination of a prehistoric shark and an orthodontist's nightmare, he quickly heads for shore, followed by those gretchin who haven't drowned, been stunned, or flattened during any of the impacts.-

Wzgl rglbl fkrl bha!

bll bllbllfbl!!

-Once on shore, each orkoid takes care of their first priority: checking that their guns work. Bigrench grabs a passing gretchin, wraps a rag around its protesting head and rams it down the barrel of the boomstikk. Then he fires it into the water a few times to make sure it works.-

Er... boss? Where da zog are we?

Sec heard the screaming, and his thoughts immediately went to Jack Spicer.
He soon realized that this person didn't look like Jack Spicer.
Then the Ork and co. appeared.
Might as well make conversation.
".... Hello? Iden- What is your name?"

Dexter stared wide eyed at the cyclops cthulhu.

"...d-d-d-Dexterrr..."

Koragg saw the house being summoned. He shrugged it off. Most of his magic could be summed up as summoning people, including himself. He instead paid attention to the Ninja-looking man.

Koragg walked to were Sheik asked them to be. "I hope you have some sort of plan. I sense tons of magic within you. In fact... I sense tons of magic from all of you. Including that ferret!" Koragg said, pointing at Yuuno.

edited 23rd Sep '11 6:12:51 AM by Psyga315

There was a small pop, and a small (25 cm small), Jupiter-like construct appeared in mid-air. Don't bother with your communication equipment, Sky, a voice told him over his comm. I have checked, and nothing can seem to get out of this place; maser, radio, Hyper- or Ultra-space light, nothing. Save your energy. However, since the Drone spoke in Marain, Sky would find what he said totally incomprehensible. Meanwhile, the rings around the small, white sphere revolved, and a force-field, coloured yellow-green, appeared around them. "I am Sprant Flere-Imsaho Wu-Handrahen Xato Trabiti," the Drone told Sec, its voice high and squeaky.

edited 23rd Sep '11 5:12:11 AM by desdendelle

"I am... Sec. Sec ... Diagoras."
Sec decided to use his body's former surname as his surname. They were one and the same now, it was fitting.

When the dinosaur summoned the house, all Caillou could do was glare at the house and dinosaur in bewilderment. "... HOW!?" He was stunned and trying not to babble nonsense. This kind of magic was not one that the boy had seen before.

When Koragg said that he sensed magic within all of them, Caillou came to a realization. "Could that be why we're all here?" The boy magician asked. "It's what we have in common."