A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"Damn I feel cold."

Spriggan muttered after getting out of his pod. "Not even my balaclava can keep my face warm."

Mason hurried over to Hope, but realized that he could do nothing.

— Megatron awoke to the familiar and greatly unwelcome sensation of the organic flesh once again. Not even waiting for the defrosting procedure to finish, he began to force the door open.—

Slowly, Gordon nodded. That explained the setting. He cast a glance around the room... and saw several people he certainly didn't recognize. A large man with black hair and a beard, a blond-haired girl who looked no older then ten, and several others.

He started with a fairly easy question.

"Who else is here?" he asked. After a brief pause, not to arouse any suspiscion, he added "Any of my collegues?"

Vanitas heard something near his right ear begin to beep urgently; his vision was still swimming.

What is that noise?

Sec, appearing to be humanoid, in Power Armour, covered in Dalek baubles, Dalek vents at the neck and an Eyestalk instead of a visor, to all others, stood in front of Gordon.
"I-DENT-I-FY-YOUR-SELF"

Jack felt warmth and life returning to him, enough at least for him to sit up and look around. He saw some of the other champions, but also many unfamiliar people. He put a hand to his head, wondering if the entry into this challenge had damaged his mind without him noticing. Or perhaps...he had already suspected the Nomads might be holding multiple challenges at once. Perhaps these were more victims. He kept silent still. It was always best to learn as much as possible before taking action.

"I am here, Doctor" Kimimaro replied. "It seems, though, that Kisame-sempai could not pass through the Portal, for some reason."

In the All-Lair, Fate Averruncus looked at the projection/screen with a neutral face. He'd decided to sit this one out. His four Ministrae gathered behind him.

In the Common Room, Kisame shrugged, took a seat, and watched the screen.

-The Dullahan takes a few steps, seeing whether he is still as operational as ever.-

Running systems check.

... What?

Mobility tests complete. Testing AC-9 power cutter.

-The Dullahan's sword flares into life, sparking as Psynergy flows through it, then stops just as abruptly.-

AC-9 power cutter test complete. Status: Functional.

Final diagnosis: XV-88 Omniterrain Construction Exoskeleton fully functional, ready for use.

-The Dullahan remains standing as the projected voice fades away, wondering what exactly is going on. And where is the boy?-

"Damn right there's been an accident, you sticking a blinding light in my eyes like that. Gimme some space, will ya?" he asked as he got up out of his pod.

The Doctor sits up. "What? Are we starting as..."

He sees Sec. "They didn't... Oh no... Please Rasillon tell me I'm hallucinating! There can't be a Dalek in the room!"

Sec turned to the Doctor.
He pointed his gunstick.
"DOC-TOR! WE-MEET-AGAIN!"

-Zod recognised several of his cohorts around him, but there were a number of unfamiliar beings. Something about them seemed discordant with this new location...-

"You recognise the dalek?"

-he scanned the Doctor-

"Two hearts? Identify your race."

edited 17th May '11 2:48:23 PM by Vox

"I'm here," Ravage announced, pulling himself free of the cryo-tube with a groan. The transmetal panther brushed flakes of frost and ice from his arms in a lethargic fashion, flexing his servoes to get them working and invigorated once again; as he did so, he swept his crimson optics across the decidedly unfamiliar residents of the Emergency Cryogenic Suspension Ward with thinly-veiled suspicion.

Their duties complete, the two physicians gathered up their equipment and turned to depart from the ward. "We will be entering the atmosphere in a moment," the one with the penlight called over his shoulder. "I'd advise you not to move around too much; this could be a little rough."

"HE-IS-TIME-LORD. THE-DOC-TOR. PER-PEP-TUAL-EN-EMY-OF-MY-RACE. THE-ON-COM-ING-STORM!"

"Where are my weapons?"

Spriggan began to check his vest and holster to see if his weapons were him, especially his pistol and revolver.

Kimimaro's eyes widened ever so slightly. "A Dalek? Those things from The Doctor's recordings?" He then finally noticed the newcomers. "And who are these lot?"

Vanitas hauled himself from the tube.

"I think I could ask you the same question."

The ice on Narumi melted. He got up, his suit still wet. Narumi rolled his eyes. Before he complained, he saw the Dalek. "Wait... Isn't that the thing The Doctor warned us about?" Narumi said. He glared at it. "Step aside, Doc, I'll handle this." Narumi said, whipping out his Gaia Memory.

SKULL!

"WHAT! WHAT! A GAIA MEMORY? WHAT!" Daido reacted, seeing Narumi holding the Gaia Memory in his hand. "WHAT THE HELL?"

"Your items are being held within the residence compartment," one of the physicians told Spriggan. "That said, I would advise against attempting to retrieve them now; on Thor, atmospheric turbulence is nothing to laugh about."

And with that, they stepped into the decontamination chamber beyond the ward and were gone; the blast door ground closed after them, sealing shut with a hiss.

Sec adressed the Overlords.
"MY-RACE-IS-FEAR-ED-AMONG-THEM!"

Thumped.

edited 17th May '11 3:10:05 PM by RedCedar

There was a screech as Vezon zipped up. "There, see, I said he was stormy, didn't I? Right all along, I was! Wow, what the heck are you? You like a great big mound of black stuff. Except for those lights on your head, like horns or cute little ears. And that big eye, does it really have to be that far out? And are those…HA HA HA OH MY WORD THEY ARE! Those are kitchen appliances on your chest! Clear the drains a lot, huh? And what's the Doctor warbling about? Don't tell me he's actually scared of you?"

edited 17th May '11 2:57:15 PM by LizardOfAus

"YOU HAVE MURDERED MANY RACES! IF IT WEREN'T FOR ME THE UNIVERSE WOULD HAVE BURNED! I will not identify! You will identify Dalek! "

—The door is thrown open with a cloud of frost and a few sparks. Blood red eyes study the others visible, then fix on Ravage. A giant hand reaches to the side, groping for some sort of weapon.—