A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"............"

"I....believe."

He turned around to face Lux.

"Luxann- Lux. I..."

He touched her brow lightly with his hand, before drawing it away.

"Have Courage."

'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023

You Had Better, Insects.

—There was a flash, and the corridor was filled with mixed uniforms, white distortion and pits black as space replacing any form of humanity. None of them attacked, just stood there, staring, strange, half-intelligible comm chatter coming from them. —

Rey immediately went into a ready stance, staring around at the bizarre...things, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Well, what fresh hell is this?"

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Wheeling around in surprise, he drew his sword, and pointed it down the hall at the ghostly figures.

"What do you want from us?"

"If you try to attack us using those things, I swear you'll regret it!"

'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023

Kimimaro and Kisame immediately snapped to attention, the former drawing two boneblades and taking defensive position near Blink, the latter pulling Samehada free. Neither attacked, but the second any of the things surrounding them pulled anything, they would strike.

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You dare call us Insects.

Icarax began to positively glow with electricity.

Take that back or we shall educate you to know better.

— A burst of comm chatter, this one sounding like a chorus of laughter recorded at a hundred different officers' bars met Makuta's threat. A jolly voice, oddly stitched together out of different sentences followed, like it was coming through a Great War-era radio.—

"^^Well pardon me, old chap, if I/take you/lightly!^^"

—The things continued to stand there, heads vibrating. Just staring.—

Link cringed slightly.

This won't end well...

'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023

Rey started to slowly creep towards one of the beings, drawing up bits of shadow as he did so. "What are you...?"

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Icarax's eyes narrowed.

I hope you have a stomach for dead nomads

Icarax let loose a barrage of chain lightning on the things.

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Narumi got up after Quingenti died. His leg was still busted up, hurting with a pins and needles feeling. They heard the other champions talking about their home. This gave Narumi pause. "... I'm dead in my world... what will become of me once I am free?" Narumi asked anyone, just anyone to notice.

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Meanwhile, Phi continued to pace when all of a sudden, he received a headache. He clutched his head in pain as he tried to get over the agonizing pain. Soon the headache faded. " ... They're in our base... Killing our dudes! Phi said in panic, rushing off and teleporting away.

Galen was hit by one of Quingenti's attack and fainted. He came to a little bit after he was defeated, and stood, shaking, while the others talked. He walked to Link. "I... would come with you," he said. "It would be an honour, and I can't go back to my own universe anyway - I am dead there. Though I Sense that someone will continue with my deeds..." He told him. Then the... things appeared. "Not again," he said, igniting his lightsaber once more, standing at the ready.

The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground

Raz, who had decided to stay back during the fight against Quingenti, clenched his hands into fists as he heard Digamma's voice. "Son of a bitch." He muttered.

"You have more than enough potential. So tell me what is the one wish that would make your soul gem shine." -Mitt Romney, probably

A blast of lightning had struck Ravage during the climax of the battle, slamming him violently into one wall and causing his higher functions to briefly shut down as a way to compensate for the overwhelming pain. He returned to consciousness some moments later, just in time to witness the new creatures appear; the Decepticon took note of Blink's presence, as well as the marked absence of Quingenti, and put two and two together as he hauled himself upright, growling low in the back of his vocal processor in irritation at having been cheated of a chance to end the Nomad's life by a temporary loss of power.

The Headmaster eyed these newcomers in contempt, scanning them with his sensors as his gun switched firing modes. Killing these things would bring him very little satisfaction in comparison to the slaughter of a Nomad, and he wanted to end the battle which was clearly about to ensue quickly and decisively. He would wait until his sensors had painted a clearer picture of these bizarre soldiers and their capabilities, and only then would he strike.

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As he descended into the depths of the planet and towards his goal, Lambda felt the sudden shockwave of power that accompanies the death of a Nomad. He paused just long enough to discern the identity of whomever had been slain, and upon realizing that it had been Quingenti, the argent deity's lips curled upwards in a cold smile. He was quite pleased, to say the least; even had that monstrous, disgusting aberration not chosen to show his face and been summarily eradicated by the Champions, and even had he not intended his fellow Nomads to meet their ends this day, Lambda would have hunted the bastard down and gutted him like a fish. Scum like that did not even deserve to live in his opinion, let alone wield power of such magnitude; and the less monsters like Quingenti running around at all, let alone with divine power at their fingertips, the better.

Still, satisfaction in the worm's demise could wait for now; he still had quite a bit of work to do. The silver deity began to descend once more but paused, frowning faintly as he discerned the presence of Digamma's minions in the vicinity of the Champions. Now that simply would not do; they still had the key after all, and he would be damned if he were going to allow that bigoted psychopath yet another chance to ruin his schemes.

A brief moment of concentration, and then Lambda smiled faintly. Digamma was far from the only Nomad present with powerful minions at his beck and call, and some of Lambda's own servitors had heard their master's mental summons and were en route to the Champions' location. There might have been far fewer of them than the large number of soldiers under the golden reaper's command in that hallway, but in situations such as these it was quality, not quantity, which mattered most. Satisfied that the matter was being delt with, the silver Nomad resumed his course.

It would not be long now...

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"Alert," a voice intoned from one of the consoles within Omega's command center. "Gradual power depletion detected; cause unknown. Power presently depleting at a rate of one percent every fifty-four seconds; power levels currently at ninety-five percent. If rate of depletion remains constant, complete failure projected to occur within eighty-five minutes and thirty seconds."

The Danse Macabre Codex

Mason had been struck by a spike in the abdomen, and had hit his head. When he woke up, he'd followed the group, feeling a very bad cramp. He placed a hand to his abdomen, and found it covered in blood.
A spike from Quingenti had gone through straight his abdomen, slightly cutting his large intestine and cutting out a small chunk of liver.
"Shit."
He looked at the group ahead of him.
"Soldiers?"

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

— The Militantiaries shook violently under this electrical strike, some of them catching fire at the sleeves. But not a one of them dropped. After the charge had dispersed, the front row raised their left arms to point at Icarax. A weird medley of voices, at different levels of distortion, replied.—

" ^^ Why, we're the/butcher's bill/, the Mili/tant/iaries. And you've just signed to join up, chaps! ^^"

— A whisper and whine of rubbing fabric was all the warning Makuta got before several hundred needle-tipped strands shot out from their sleeves at him and only him. —

"HOLD YOU FIRE, SOLDIERS!"
Mason gasped. That fucking hurt.

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

Gordon swiftly raised his shotgun, bring it up to aim at this new threat as they attacked. Blink let go of Naoto and brought her fists up. She wasn't sure what she coul do to them, but so good punches and kicks generally hurt pretty bad.

"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."

Rey grunted, spinning and immediately sending a bolt of shadow at the creature nearest to him, gritting his teeth. "Fuckers!"

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Mason tackled at Rey.
"STOP."

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

Rey grunted at the tackle, immediately hooking a hand under his arm and moving to throw him off. "Stay the FUCK off me, Mason, did you not see them attack??"

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Even as the militantiaries attacked and some of the Champions responded in kind, the great clunk of massive gears turning and great iron pendulums swinging could be heard. These sounds seemed to echo simultaneously from everywhere and nowhere at once, paradoxically too distant and too faint to be heard and yet so close and so loud that they were deafening in their intensity; moments later these mechanical and orderly noises were joined by the faint jangling of chains, and the distant and rhythmic thumping of heavy footfalls against the stone floor.

Ravage's ears twitched back and forth as he attempted to locate the sound, but to no avail; the corridor's accoustics made every one of these noises echo loudly in addition to their unfixed nature, making it all but impossible to discern the location of their source. As a result the Decepticon remained on guard, sensors straining to their utmost in an effort to discern any hint of an approaching newcomer the instant it appeared; the last thing they needed was to have even more enemies added to the mix.

The Danse Macabre Codex

Spriggan opted to stay low, not knowing if he should attack in kind.

"Icarax fucking attacked first. They're soldiers, I could reason with them. Especially if they're Marines."

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

"An army from across time and space... Astounding. The dedication to war he must have..."

To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy