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[Morbuskid]

Erik Bjornson- Gladius III​

Bjornson had lost his thought in the moments to come, he was still so surprised by the state of this so called 'Diamond City' that he had yet to even noticed the synthetic life form in front of him. The state of this settlement was far worse than that of a busy shore village, and thats saying something. Most of the buildings had been made from a cascade of materials such as wood, sheet metal, and other strange additions like more tattered and strange illustrations of people with writing he has still yet to make heads or tails of. They stood upon some rafters that housed what appeared to be a tavern, taking to the very strange chairs that were stiff but also softer than wood. Finally he noticed the synth, it spooked Bjornson once he caught sight of Nick, but quickly shook off that little goosebump fest after understanding he was friends with Harry and Cait.

"Life is not a fake thing, if you are sentient in anyway you've much a right to life as any man. Well, that only goes for if your on the right side of things, otherwise your no more than the dirt you stand, thats how I see it at the very least," Bjornson stated in the conversation.

When the waiter had got to Bjornson, Bjornson simply shook his head no, waving off the waiter. "I'm fine, thank ye, got plenty o me own mead," speaking of which Bjornson reached into his haversack to quickly pull out the bottle, it was a very thick green glass bottle, the contents weren't easy to make out but Bjornson knew exactly what was in it, looking to a cork at the top which Bjornson had no troubles popping off to enjoy the well fermented drink, he generally threw in some Honey and made the mead fermented in water boiled by Hickory or Oak to add a strong flavor to the drink. He pulled out a smaller tin shot glass, in which he poured the mead, it gave off an intoxicating aroma of sweet Hickory. Popping the lid back on, Bjornson grabbed the shot cup, with one hand, by the rim before lifting it up in the air and pronouncing "sIa inte mhath! (good health!)", before pursing his lips on the rim and knocking back the shot. He whistled as he laid the cup back down. He chuckled a little, looking around the group before grabbing his mead bottle and lifting it up, "Anyone want a shot?" he said leaning back into his stiff yet comfortable chair.

The Mad Queen ChazGhost Rysesaka Donder172

 

[Zerohex]

Hun, Rubberneckers, Mega-Gotham 1, Gladius-III​

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN HERE COMES YOUR WINNER AFTER ONLY 10 SECONDS! BY RRRRRIIIINGOOOOOUUUT! HUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!"

A raucous mix of elated cheers and frustrated yelling came from the seats around the Rubberneckers Rumble Ring as the Master of Ceremonies announced the end of a match from his hovering platform, accompanied by a spread of angrily discarded betting slips floating down the pit. From starting bell to finish, the whole thing had gone down in the same time it'd taken Dejama and Yamada to get a feel for the place, and the winner was now dramatically ascending to the bar via convenient cable lift. It helped business when the stars mingled with their admirers. For those who had missed the action or simply wanted to admire the details, the slow motion replay flashed across multiple screens.

The first thing to note was that the Rumble Ring wasn't always a ring proper, it was a variable arena with a number of settings to keep things interesting. Case in point, the graphics on screen and the still floating MC helpfully explained that the fight had gone down on the Vanishing Death Drop, a suspended platform surrounded on all sides by a rather nasty plunge into oblivion in the way of the old Lei Tai matches in China. And that wasn't all. The combat zone was neatly divided into a square grid, and every three minutes that passed a random part of it would first flash, then open into another almost certainly deadly pitfall. Of course, that hadn't come into play this particular time.

The video showed a tall but thin asian man clad in a neat white ensemble and wearing dark shades despite the setting, staring down all seven feet and 300+ pounds of armored, spiked and fanged mutant muscle known as Karghn the Tarkata, a regular with 14 deathmatch wins on his belt. The action was swift and merciless. The sound of the bell was accompanied by the metallic hiss of the tarkatan's blades emerging from his arms. The creature wasted just enough time to sneer and let out an animalistic battle cry before dashing out to meet its challenger, seeking to impale and slice and dice him and swinging at the fighter's neck with reckless abandon when he felt in range.

With a cocky smile Hun took a single step back and let the blade harmlessly part air. The creature's followup thrust to the body came swift but the Purple Dragon was just better. Turning his body to a bladed stance he let the attack sail past him and now he was on the outside of the Tarkata's still extended arm, a half step put him in distance for a clear counterattack. The backhand chop struck before the creature could regain its guard and caught Karghn square on the throat, stopping his advance dead with a retching, bloody cough. Another step put Hun back to back with the mutant for but a second, all the time he needed to strike backwards with his shoulder and launch his opponent to a fatal fall.

In the time it took to rewatch the entire fight Hun had made his way up to the crowd and was now basking in the adulation that a little sport had brought him. Sure, he was supposed to be waiting for the two dudes for the job, but there was no reason not to have a little easy fun while he waited, right? With a pair of...paid company ladies at hand, trying to suck up to the high rolling tough guy, the Purple Dragon sat himself at a conspicuous spot on the bar and gave it two quick, loud knocks with his knuckles: "It is time to celebrate! Next round is on me!". Even amidst the cheers, that had to make it easy for his soon to be to associates find him.

Zeed DrBones

 

[Zeed]

GLADIUS III, MEGOTHAM, RUBBERNECKERS - YAMADA TARO

"He said it'd be a guy fighting in the deathmatches today, tall, muscular... I guess that describes pretty much everyone, doesn't it? But if I had to make a guess..."

Yamada pointed to Hun's figure at as he rose out of the pit and walked to the bar.

"...Probably tall, dark, and unfashionable over there. Go and get yourself a- actually, no, on second thought don't drink anything. I don't know much spaceman biology but I'd be up shit creek if you, like, melted or whatever."

Yamada half-pushed, half-schmoozed his way to the center of the crowd surrounding Hun, parting the two escorts with a muffled "sorry, ladies" and tugging the shoulder of the man's monstrously tacky and inexplicably clean overclothes.

"Hey, how's it goin! Love the suit. Yamada Taro, IT Support, general mercenary dealings, et cetera. Me and my associate took on a little commuter job out West and were told we'd meet our client's insurance agent just about-", Yamada pretended to check his watch, sneaking an unopened beer under his jacket while the bartender's searched for his bottle opener, "-now, actually. I hate to interrupt your party time, but would you happen to be Dragon?"

Zerohex DrBones

 

[ChazGhost]

Afro Samurai, The Wasteland, Gladius III

"Damn what's that smell! It smells like something died in the motherf***ing shit hole" Ninja Ninja holding his nose as the group began walk though the store. Ninja Ninja started looking though things on the self as Afro followed Jolie as it seemed like she found some things. And she did, a week old dead body. While Afro was still emotionless looking at the body, sense he had already seen enough to not be bother by it. But as looked close he noticed the body seemed to have been eaten some what. "Whoa what happen..." Ninja Ninja was saying until Afro put his sword to his throat and his finger to lips. "It may still be here" Afro said in a low and quiet voice as he kept his sword out in case he was right.

Tax Scalin/The Dragonborn, The Wasteland, Gladius-III

"Okay... I think I get the idea now and I'm happy to hear those slaver are gone if what your saying is true." Tax said giving a sigh of relief. "While I do have many more questions I geuss it Maria turn to get answers or whatever." Tax said moving things along.
The Mad Queen Donder172 Morbuskid

Bowser, Xing Empire, Gladius-III

"Why would I be trouble? I just got here" Bowser commented as Falman began explaining what was happening. "Oh another universe... ANOTHER UNIVERSE!?... How did that Thanos guy send us to another universe!?" Bowser said loudly turning to Steve. "...Okay finish what you were saying..." Bowser quieting down letting Falman continue he explanation.
Sleek

 

[Rysesaka]

Victor Zsasz
Mega-Gotham, Gladius-III

Victor didn't say anything after Harleen said that he shouldn't kill these Judges. Well, Victor will kill them if he is in the verge of life and death and then the transport slow down and then it stopped. Victor assumed that they have arrive on the destination. The back door open and they would be greeted by these Judges. Victor then hop off on the vehicle and awaits their instruction.

Carl Johnson
Diamond City, the Wasteland, Gladius-III

He approached on Cait after she waved at him. He sit on a stool that looks similar to the nightclubs in Los Santos. The bartender then asked CJ of what he needs. CJ replied by saying,

"Chu' have a Jack Daniels rum 'ere?" CJ asked the bartender in a gangsta tone.

The Mad Queen

Jim Gordon and Sandrino Imperial
Unnamed nightclub, Seoul-Don, Gladius-I

Jim observed his surroundings, he definitely doesn't trust this place since this place is mostly run by vampires like Sandrino especially the music is oddly familiar as Jim began to reminisce the nightclub that is run by the followers of Jerome although the evil Sandrino himself began to felt the pain coming from the redeemed Sandrino and the memories of him owning a nightclub to lure the mortal humans with his people began to surface. The evil Sandrino kneeled down to the ground as his signature facial features began to fade away, he didn't want to scream since he doesn't want to ruin the plan. After observing, Jim sees that the grunting evil Sandrino is kneeling on the ground.

"Hey, Sandrino, are you alright?" Jim asked as he attempt to comfort the evil counterpart.

"Just stay away from me, Detective and you'll not get hurt-arghh." The evil Sandrino replied as he grunt in pain.

Since Jim is so stubborn, he decides to help Sandrino and yet Sandrino; whose signature facial features are gone, lift Sandrino in his collars by using his bare hands. He gnarled at Jim, showing his fangs. His eyes turning red just like the normal vampires.

"Get off me or else." Jim threatened him.

Sandrino gently put him down as he chuckled.

"I feel-..complete." Sandrino said as he clench his fist, smiling at Jim.

"The hell are you talking about? Are you that demonic-like person or that redeemed person?" Jim asked Sandrino with a curious tone.

"I'm both." Sandrino replied, implying that his Disassociative Personality Disorder is gone. His good side and his bad side were able to integrate into one, for now.

"After this murder case, I will either recruit these vampires and start my organization once again or go to that Vampire continent of what Douglas said and take over their council." Sandrino replied.

"You can't do that by yourself, you need allies." Jim said.

"I know how to play this game, Jim, I'm not a fool." Sandrino replied as he grin.

"Your call, vampire." Jim said as he shakes his head.

Sandrino then heads to the bar and ask the bartender to have a wine. Meanwhile, Jim sits over on the stool beside Douglas.

Eliasdagood

 

[Zerohex]

Hun, Rubberneckers, Mega-Gotham 1, Gladius-III​

Hun took a moment to visibly adjust his favorite suit and let his shades slide down the bridge of his nose, giving Yamada a quick once-over that could've been taken as rude if it wasn't so common to take carefully close looks at people in their kind of business. Apparently satisfied with what he saw, or maybe he just didn't care, the gangster smiled openly and nodded, waving the escorts and other hanger-ons away to have a little more space. "The Purple Dragon, they call me, but close enough", he said, taking a moment to pull back the sleeve on his right arm just enough to show part of the gangster tattoos that clearly inspired the nickname, before sticking his hand out to the hacker for a greeting.

"Name's Hun and it's no problem at all my friend, just enjoying the time before business", he grinned at Taro snatching himself a beer and emptied his shot of whatever clear blue drink he'd been served, which he figured would sit right with him given it didn't burn his nostrils. It tasted awfully, diabetically sweet and he had to supress a look of disgust. "My current...employer, said I was to meet a group of two for a job, one human one not. Got no details, said you'll fill me in as we go. I'm just here to make sure whatever gets in the way pays for it. Dearly". As if the statement wasn't badass enough, it was accompanied by a one-handed knuckle crack when the Purple Dragon clenched his left hand into a tight fist.

The guy was ridiculous depending on your optic and tastes, straight out of some comic book, but for better or worse, no one this dense/overconfident/careless lived long in this line of work if they weren't very good at what they did. This had to be the genuine article.

Zeed DrBones

 

[Donder172]

The Sole Survivor: The Wasteland, Gladius-III​

Nick and Harry locked eyes
"Like I said, he's new." Harry smiled "A Synth is an artificially created person. From what I know there's three types, each one more human than the last. You come across a Gen Three synth, and there's pretty much no way to tell if they're human or not. At least..."
"Not without killing them." Nick added, grimly
"We try to avoid that."

He turned to Tax "They were made by an organisation called The Institute to be slaves, but since we blew that up I don't think there's been anymore actually made."

@Donder172 @Morbuskid @ChazGhost

Maria did not want to say it out loud, but Synths were not unknown to her. She already saw one before, now she knew it was a Gen 3 Synth. The Institute had sent someone once to the Wasteland for retrieval of a Synth. They never caught it. "At least you have been fighting the Good Fight here." Maria said to Harry. Now she also knew why they were created. Though a faction like that would have had something else at least. Oh well, wherever the Institute was, their secrets are more than likely lost now.

Erik Bjornson- Gladius III​

Bjornson had lost his thought in the moments to come, he was still so surprised by the state of this so called 'Diamond City' that he had yet to even noticed the synthetic life form in front of him. The state of this settlement was far worse than that of a busy shore village, and thats saying something. Most of the buildings had been made from a cascade of materials such as wood, sheet metal, and other strange additions like more tattered and strange illustrations of people with writing he has still yet to make heads or tails of. They stood upon some rafters that housed what appeared to be a tavern, taking to the very strange chairs that were stiff but also softer than wood. Finally he noticed the synth, it spooked Bjornson once he caught sight of Nick, but quickly shook off that little goosebump fest after understanding he was friends with Harry and Cait.

"Life is not a fake thing, if you are sentient in anyway you've much a right to life as any man. Well, that only goes for if your on the right side of things, otherwise your no more than the dirt you stand, thats how I see it at the very least," Bjornson stated in the conversation.

When the waiter had got to Bjornson, Bjornson simply shook his head no, waving off the waiter. "I'm fine, thank ye, got plenty o me own mead," speaking of which Bjornson reached into his haversack to quickly pull out the bottle, it was a very thick green glass bottle, the contents weren't easy to make out but Bjornson knew exactly what was in it, looking to a cork at the top which Bjornson had no troubles popping off to enjoy the well fermented drink, he generally threw in some Honey and made the mead fermented in water boiled by Hickory or Oak to add a strong flavor to the drink. He pulled out a smaller tin shot glass, in which he poured the mead, it gave off an intoxicating aroma of sweet Hickory. Popping the lid back on, Bjornson grabbed the shot cup, with one hand, by the rim before lifting it up in the air and pronouncing "sIa inte mhath! (good health!)", before pursing his lips on the rim and knocking back the shot. He whistled as he laid the cup back down. He chuckled a little, looking around the group before grabbing his mead bottle and lifting it up, "Anyone want a shot?" he said leaning back into his stiff yet comfortable chair.

The Mad Queen ChazGhost Rysesaka Donder172

"Sure. Though I got something self as well." Maria answered before taking a bottle of Nuka Cola.

Tax Scalin/The Dragonborn, The Wasteland, Gladius-III

"Okay... I think I get the idea now and I'm happy to hear those slaver are gone if what your saying is true." Tax said giving a sigh of relief. "While I do have many more questions I geuss it Maria turn to get answers or whatever." Tax said moving things along.
@Some_Bloke @Donder172 @Morbuskid

"I do not believe my questions are relevant for the current situation." Maria answered with a shrug.

 

[The Mad Queen]

The Sole Survivor: The Wasteland, Gladius-III​

"You seen Preston around?" Harry asked Nick "Maria will want to talk to him."
"Over by the radio tower. How's retirement working out for you?" Nick asked, a slight smile on his artificial face
"Saved a boy from slavers today, day before that I went to town on some Super Mutants out near Boston Airport. All in all, the Commonwealth's been keeping me busy."
"And Shaun?"
"Staying with the Railroad for now." He shrugged "Preston tell you what's up?"

Nick shook his head "No, no. Though it must be important."
"I guess we both got questions, then." He said to Maria "Alright, follow me guys."

-
"What's in that stuff?" Cait asked Bjornson "Don't want to be knocked on me arse. Not yet, anyway." She smiled

The bartender studied CJ with his eyes. Although he never said it out-loud, it was obvious he was taking in CJ's strange clothing.
"I got something close." He smiled. Business was business, and CJ wasn't the strangest-looking customer he served, not by a long shot.
He placed a bottle on the counter
"That'll be five caps, stranger."

Donder172 Morbuskid ChazGhost Rysesaka

Markiplier: Latveria (Gladius-I)​

"A region known as The Western Graveyard. It exists on a barbaric planet where the only civilisations are ruled by child Kings, charlatans, and false Gods. Between those regions you will only find death, or enslavement."
"Or both." Mark cut in, getting a glare from the Doombot
"Yes, I suppose. Doom does not recommend travelling there."
"The other place on this map is. Well, we're standing in it." Mark said "Is there another Demigod in Latveria?"
"Hmm. That's new."

Eliasdagood

Karla/Khanfusio: Mos Eisley/Hamlet, Gladius-III​

"Broker." Karla called over
"My name's Jade."
"I probably won't remember that. Look, I gotta get this back to my boss but I think this lot wants to know too."

Jade let out a heavy sigh "Alright. Fine."
She caught the driver in her hand, plugging it into a socket in her arm. A blue hologram shout out, lighting up the square inside The Hamlet. A range of mountains, stretching for thousands of miles was shown.
"I went beneath these mountains with fifty mercs, and both my legs still intact." Jade explained "As you can see...Well." She shook her head.

The hologram changed, as it's view panned down. Images of an series of tunnels running through the mountains were on full display, barely lit.
"There's an entire civilisation beneath these mountains."
"Dwarves?" Karla asked with a smirk "Dwarves aren't an apocalypse..."
"No." Jade shook her head "They call themselves Skaven."

Vermin King GearBlade654

 

[Eliasdagood]

Kiara: Latveria, Gladius I
Kiara listens to the two as they speak about the Graveyard, knowing damn well that she’s going to travel there. Potentially first. That signal looks weak, which could mean that whoever is there is dying, and she won’t allow that. Not now. However, the thought of one being in this country with her immediately shakes that thought. “Wait, does it say how close they are to us? Is there any way to find them?” She asks eagerly, already looking ready to bolt out of the station to begin her search. She can’t help it, her calm facade is cracking under her need to find her friends and allies. She doesn’t even like a lot of the others, but they’re her family, and she’ll fight to keep them safe.
The Mad Queen​

 

[GearBlade654]

The Heir, Gladius III
I muse to myself. Underground tunnels... It would seem that I can expect to be fighting in conditions similar to the Warrens-tunnels of tribal curios scattered around. If I am lucky, then it is that I can plan for. An enemy I have confronted before.
"Hmm. May I ask for a description of what these Skaven are and what makes them so dangerous?"
The Mad Queen

 

[Donder172]

The Sole Survivor: The Wasteland, Gladius-III​

"You seen Preston around?" Harry asked Nick "Maria will want to talk to him."
"Over by the radio tower. How's retirement working out for you?" Nick asked, a slight smile on his artificial face
"Saved a boy from slavers today, day before that I went to town on some Super Mutants out near Boston Airport. All in all, the Commonwealth's been keeping me busy."
"And Shaun?"
"Staying with the Railroad for now." He shrugged "Preston tell you what's up?"

Nick shook his head "No, no. Though it must be important."
"I guess we both got questions, then." He said to Maria "Alright, follow me guys."

Maria nodded "Though I suppose those questions are for later." She said before following Harry.

Another person approached Diamond City from the outside more than likely in armor that none of the guards have ever seen. The man was also seemingly armed to the teeth. A small robot floated alongside the man. The man did seem to have a Pip-Boy over his armor.

 

[The Mad Queen]

Venkman: The Western Graveyard (Gladius-III)​

The translator locked eyes with Gunda
"Then that is your choice. Disciple of Archangel and Friend to lost souls, depart from my presence. The daughter of Farator can stay."

Venkman's eyes widened, his nostrils flaring. Inside of his pockets, his hands clenched into tightened fists.
"What?" He spat
"Venkman, let it go..."
Eliasdagood

Jolie Baptiste: The Wasteland, Gladius-III​

Jolie raised her crossbow and kept low as she approached the back of the shop. As Amelia tried to follow, she signalled for the girl to keep back. She locked eyes with Afro for a moment as she pointed towards the door.
"Move up." She mouthed, pointing her crossbow
"Careful." Amelia muttered "Something behind. Behind. Creature. Lost."

As she looked over at Amelia, the door burst open.

The Lakelurk charged directly at Jolie, who managed to fire two bolts into the creature before it could reach her. Although both hit their target, one bounced off while the other struck the creature in the belly.

It still charged, launching a sonic wave that shattered some glass in the room.

ChazGhost

Douglas Ken: Seoul-Don (Gladius-I)​

Douglas watched Jim and Imperial closely, but still remained on his stool. Unless the two came to blows, he wasn't going to get involved. The two had still drawn a few glances, though.
Could be good or bad for them, Douglas thought.
"Watch the floor. The owner could be here any minute. We're going to want to talk to her." Douglas whispered

With a heavy sigh, he placed a hand around his drink and walked closer to the dance floor. One of the owners was bound of be there. He noticed someone approach Imperial, and just hoped that the Vampire would be able to control himself.

"What do we have here? Another plaything new to these streets who's wandered into my club? You smell...Old, but not like one of those Camarilla types." She gave a sly smile "Oh, I'm not frightening you, am I?"

"Oh, that's just feckin' great." Douglas muttered to himself "It's the madder sister."

Rysesaka

Harleen Quinzel: Mega-Gotham One (Gladius-III)​

"Alright, we're ready for our trial." Harleen said with a friendly smile "I want my phone call first though."
"What?" One of the Judges asked
"I gotsa call my lawyer, right? Might be difficult considerin' he lives on another planet, but I'm sure..."

One of the Judges laughed. Harleen laughed along with him.
"You broke the law. It's Iso-cubes for both of you. Vigilantism carries a penalty of..."
"Yeah I heard from the other guy...What do you mean there's no trial?!"
"The law is the law. Both of you broke it. There is no weaseling your way out of this one."

One of the Judges turned around as the sound of heavy footsteps approached. A third Judge ran towards them.
"Wait. Before you sentence these two..."
"Vigilantes will not be tolerated in this city." The senior Judge said
"No! That woman. I know her. She's a key leader in the Joker Clan. She's killed hundreds of people. Her name is Harley Quinn, and she followed The Joker when he was alive."

He handed his senior a tablet which he quickly looked over.

The Senior Judge nodded "What about this man? Anything to add?"
"Victor Zsasz." He said "Killed at least two hundred women, probably more since he got here. He marks every death with a cut in his skin, so if you strip him down and count..."

The senior Judge nodded again, and reached for his sidearm.
"Iso-cubes are too good for them." He spat, resting his gun against Harleen's forehead. The Judge standing next to him raised a gun to Victor, aiming for his head.
"If you have any last words..."
"I can help. I know the Joker Clan. I can bring 'em down!"
"We don't work with criminals. That cult's days are numbered."
"But. I came here to help! To bring 'em down! To put an end to the Joker!"
"The Joker's been dead for over thirteen years. And even if, he was somehow alive one of us would put your associate down before he could hurt anyone." The Senior Judge spat "You've got ten seconds clown, then I'm going to..."
"Please! You don't h..."

He lowered his sidearm, pumping a round into Harleen's left leg. She fell to her knees, letting out a scream in pain.
"What about you?" He asked Victor "Got anything smart to say?"

Elizabeth stepped off the transport wordlessly and made her way along with the escort to the interior of the building. Upon arrival, and being addressed, Elizabeth not once allowed her posture to relax as she stood at attention, heels clicked together and arms briskly by her sides. She spoke up firmly, yet just humanly enough not to sound entirely robotic. "Yes, Sir. Spartan One-One-Five of the United Nation's Space Command, Group Two. I'm not sure what your sensors picked up; I had only been engulfed in a blue void prior to waking up on the ground." Hailey proceeded after her, speaking up through Elizabeth's speakers. "Your field medic Igwe has informed us of everything that has happened following our arrival here, Your Highness." They both remained silent after that, awaiting T'Challa's response. The Mad Queen

The King raised a hand "Just call me T'Challa. Can I call you Elizabeth, or do you prefer your rank?" He asked with a smile. Despite having guards at his side, armed with spears the, Black Panther remained calm and welcoming to the lost soldier.
He stood up from his chair, keeping his hands behind his back "I'm sure Igwe already told you, but a small part of the UNSC still exists here. We could try to reach them for you, if that is what you want."

The Heir, Gladius III
The Operator, Gladius IV
An inquiry, eh? Well, wouldn't hurt to tell the truth. Maybe its a trick, but worst case scenario my ship won't get damaged.
"Survivor, crash landed here. Perhaps you can tell me all about this place?"
While waiting for a response, I quietly designate the body of water Jeremy headed to, as well as the crash site. Crash site, is, well, Crash Site Alpha in case I run into more crashed ships, and the water body is now the Pool of the Masses. Just how many life forms were there?
The Mad Queen

There was another pause as the voice's owner processed the words.
"Crashed?" It asked "Were you not called here?"

The Sole Survivor: The Wasteland, Gladius-III​

A Minuteman and three Diamond City security officers kept the newcomer in their sights.
"Hold it right there! Who are you?" One shouted

Inside the city, Harry walked towards the radio tower where Preston was waiting, two Minutemen at his side. Seeing the Brotherhood of Steel members, they reached for their guns but the Sole Survivor raised a hand.
"They're with me. They're from another part of the Brotherhood."
"What makes you so sure?" One of the Minutemen asked
"Well, for one thing they have a Super Mutant with them...And another, they didn't shoot Nick, or Tax."

He pointed towards Tax
"He's new."
"Preston Garvey, Commonwealth Minutemen." He stepped forwards "I think we have a lot to talk about."
Donder172

Karla/Khanfusio: Mos Eisley/Hamlet, Gladius-III​

"Giant rats." Jade said. She tapped a few more buttons on her arm, showing another hologram

Spoiler: Footsoldiers

The hologram showed seven Skaven ambushing a merc wearing T-60 power armour from behind. As six held him down, the remaining Skaven went for the merc's helmet, ripping it off and biting down on the throat, tearing it out.
"They get bigger. That's just the footsoldiers." Jade explained "That's just seven of the fuckers."
"How many?" Karla asked
"Six hundred thousand, maybe more." Jade shook her head "They breed like, well...Rats. Have these things called Broodmothers that just pump out Skaven. Never saw one with my own eyes, never got close enough. Give it time and they'll have enough to do whatever they want to this planet."

"Karla..."
"Gunther."
"We can easily get a ship off-world, but that would leave everyone on this planet to die."
"And Gandhi would want my head. Shit." Karla whispered "I say we hand over this stuff and call it even."

Vermin King GearBlade654

Steve Rodgers: Rush Valley, Xing Empire, Gladius-III​

Falman breathed a sigh in relief "Far as we know, there's four planets. At least three of them are full of civilisations that made it." He continued "I gotta ask though, who's Thanos?"

Steve stood up "He's an alien who used to go from planet to planet killing off half the population. He called it mercy. I call it what it is: Genocide. That was until he got his hands on the Infinity Stones."
"What are you talking about?" Falman asked
"If I'm honest, I don't understand how the stones work either. I'm the wrong guy to ask. What I do know is that, combined they gave Thanos the power to wipe out half of all life in my universe. Now I know it goes further than that, much further."

Falman gave Rodgers a puzzled, yet curious look.
"Do you know where this Thanos is? Maybe if we find him..."

Steve shook his head.
"I'm sorry."

-
Outside Rush Valley, a woman moved along the sand and dirt. She wore a blue hood to cover her face and body, with the only thing an onlooker noticing being a crooked half-smile she wore on her face.
"Are they in position?" She asked "Alright then. In a few minutes, we begin. So long as everybody follows my orders this'll go well...And who knows, hopefully we'll even have a bit of fun before this is all over."

Sleek

 

[GearBlade654]

The Heir, Gladius III
Hmm.
I turn to my band of heroes. Reynauld, Dismas, Junia, and Parascelsus. I muse on combat conditions.
In these tunnels, it seems my expectations were below what could happen. That mercenary seemed clad in powerful armor, yet these giant rats were able to kill the mercenary. While my party are a bunch of seasoned professionals, I have no doubt this will be different from fighting the Swine in the Warrens. Perhaps some help could be in order. I shall visit the Stagecoach later, and see if we have any recruits experienced fighting these Skaven.
"...hm."
I fold my arms, and listen closely.
"I see. And where can I find these Skaven? I plan to send a team of heroes there to cause some grief among their ranks."

The Operator, Gladius IV
It was my turn to be confused.
"Called? Nope. Just me and a crashed ship."
I run diagnostics on the console again. Engines are still damaged. And that plant life is still on top of my ship.
Said plant life... it's almost like the slime from my salvage runs. Mysterious, seemingly sentient. The big difference is that the plant life isn't trying to kill me nor turn my drones into scrap.
The Mad Queen

 

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, Gladius III
Namorae freezes up a bit, her friendly demeanor hardening into one that shows nervousness and suspicion. Whoever this is, they saw straight through her disguise. Not only that, but they know her father’s name. She glances at the two men that came with her. Obviously something hit close for Venkman as well. But for right now, her identity is in danger. She says nothing, hoping that they’ll do as told, and leave.
The Mad Queen

Shafaqat: Seoul-Don, Gladius I
Shafaqat looks nervous, watching the vampire approach Sandrino and Jim. She turns to Douglas, her eyes wide. As far as she’s concerned, the human is in more danger than anyone else here. If a fight breaks out, she’ll prioritize protecting him.
Rysesaka​

 

[Specialist]

"Either is fine." The Spartan replied, not really caring for preference if the man before her was so... welcoming for his position. She spoke up once again. "Contact with the UNSC in the system is at your discretion, T'Challa. As it stands, the nature of this 'Tide' has warranted more than enough concern for me to wish to provide assistance with any operations I could if Wakanda would be accepting of my support. If you deem this under control as is, I can also be sent back to the UNSC." The Spartan paused, before turning behind her to look at the female Jedi, then to Igwe and back to T'Challa. "I.... lost my fireteam, as well as my homeworld. I'd be damned if the people of Wakanda underwent a similar event while I'm back on some carrier." The Spartan visibly tensed as her tone dipped during her statement, feeling another pang of hatred swell within her as she relaxed. "...Forgive my outburst, T'Challa." The Mad Queen

 

[1stLt HChurch]

Cerys-8, The moon Io, Solar System

Lifting her pulse rifle, Cerys aims down the sights of the weapon. Soon after pulling the trigger, a shot pierces the middle of the Hobgoblin after its regenerative shields go down. Radiolarium spews into the air, along with a few bouncing purple orbs of light. Cerys picks off the remaining Vex Goblins, more orbs flying off from kills with the rifle. The explosions from the orbs kill the Vex faster. It's a sight Cerys is always pleased to see.

Once all enemies are gone, Cerys stands from her cover behind a wall and sprints across the room, heading toward the Vex portal at the other side. This strike is going well so far, and she is proud of herself for getting so far on her own. It's a nice challenge to enter a strike solo, and she is sure that Ikora will be pleased with the improvement this will bring in the young Warlock.

A split second after running through the portal, Cerys' vision is filled with a blue light. Vex portals can be screwy at times, which other Guardians like Cayde have found out well, so she doesn't think much of it.

"Cerys," her Ghost, Pepin, pipes up. "There's something wrong. We're not going where we want to go on Io. In fact, I have no idea where we're going." The Ghost sounds worried. Cerys can sense he is frightened.

"We're not stuck in this damn thing, are we?" Cerys jokes, trying to throw some humor into the situation to dispense her growing worry.

Then, a second later, Cerys is spit out, running to a stumbling hault. Apparently Pepin was right, because she's not on Io, deep in the Pyramidian. She's somewhere else, in an open field under a blue sky. A city a ways away. But not her City. Not any place she has ever seen.

Heavily confused, Cerys can't help but feel extreme mental whiplash.

"Where..are we, Pepin? This doesn't look like Io."

"This isn't," Pepin replies, quiet and nervous. "From what I can tell, this isn't a planet we've ever been on, nor is that the Last City." After a short pause, Pepin mumbles, "I have no idea where we are. And all contact with the Tower and Vanguard is lost. We are on our own."

Cerys instinctively grips her rifle tighter, glancing around and at her radar as a feeling of confusing vulnerability consumes her.

Cerys-8, Wakanda, Gladius-II

 

[The Mad Queen]

Venkman: The Western Graveyard (Gladius-III)​

"You have doubts, daughter of Farator?" The translator asked "You do not have to stay. Unlike many who follow Gods, most of them either dead or false we will not force our beliefs upon you. However...Be careful. We will defend our faith from those who would bring harm to our followers. And to me."
"What makes you so special?"
"I spoke with the Blue God. And he speaks through me."

Venkman grinned "Alright Brian. Let's get back to work."
"Disciple of Archangel. I bid you..."
"Don't call me that!" Venkman shouted

Eliasdagood

Karla/Khanfusio: Mos Eisley/Hamlet, Gladius-III​

"I had fifty men and two of my legs last time I went down there." Jade let out a grim laugh "Whoever you send, I hope they've got insurance."
"Karla..." Gunther scolded
"Ugh, fine!" Karla whined "Listen, mister...Whatever, I'm not gonna remember your name anyway. Before you send your mercs can I at least get this message to my bossman? Maybe you two can team up with him and stop the Skaven?"

Vermin King GearBlade654

The Heir, Gladius III
The Operator, Gladius IV
It was my turn to be confused.
"Called? Nope. Just me and a crashed ship."
I run diagnostics on the console again. Engines are still damaged. And that plant life is still on top of my ship.
Said plant life... it's almost like the slime from my salvage runs. Mysterious, seemingly sentient. The big difference is that the plant life isn't trying to kill me nor turn my drones into scrap.
The Mad Queen

"What manner of creature simply crashes here?"
For now, the plants had ceased to expand. They were still moving slightly, but had stopped covering the ship.

"Either is fine." The Spartan replied, not really caring for preference if the man before her was so... welcoming for his position. She spoke up once again. "Contact with the UNSC in the system is at your discretion, T'Challa. As it stands, the nature of this 'Tide' has warranted more than enough concern for me to wish to provide assistance with any operations I could if Wakanda would be accepting of my support. If you deem this under control as is, I can also be sent back to the UNSC." The Spartan paused, before turning behind her to look at the female Jedi, then to Igwe and back to T'Challa. "I.... lost my fireteam, as well as my homeworld. I'd be damned if the people of Wakanda underwent a similar event while I'm back on some carrier." The Spartan visibly tensed as her tone dipped during her statement, feeling another pang of hatred swell within her as she relaxed. "...Forgive my outburst, T'Challa." The Mad Queen

Then, a second later, Cerys is spit out, running to a stumbling hault. Apparently Pepin was right, because she's not on Io, deep in the Pyramidian. She's somewhere else, in an open field under a blue sky. A city a ways away. But not her City. Not any place she has ever seen.

Heavily confused, Cerys can't help but feel extreme mental whiplash.

"Where..are we, Pepin? This doesn't look like Io."

"This isn't," Pepin replies, quiet and nervous. "From what I can tell, this isn't a planet we've ever been on, nor is that the Last City." After a short pause, Pepin mumbles, "I have no idea where we are. And all contact with the Tower and Vanguard is lost. We are on our own."

Cerys instinctively grips her rifle tighter, glancing around and at her radar as a feeling of confusing vulnerability consumes her.

Cerys-8, Wakanda, Gladius-II

"We too, lost our planet." T'Challa said. There was a sympathetic look in the King's eyes "Millions of Wakandans lost their lives in the ensuring battles, and our friends of the New Republic lost their entire galaxy to The Tide."
"Trillions of lives were lost." The Jedi cut in "
"But together, we managed to build a new Wakanda!"
"Wakanda forever!" One of the guards shouted, hitting the back of her spear against the floor

T'Challa raised a hand "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but there is really no need for that right now..."
He turned back to face Elizabeth "As far as we know, The Tide has ceased since our arrival to this planet. So I will leave the decision to begin a new life here, or to go back to the UNSC up to you."

One of the royal guards approached T'Challa from behind, whispering something into his ear.
"Are you sure all of your Strike members were killed?" T'Challa asked Elizabeth "We have detected a new arrival, not too far from where you landed. It could be one of your friends...Or, it could be a threat. We will know in a few minutes. I hope it is the former."

Border guards approached Cerys position, slowly moving in. Although they showed little aggression, all of them were prepared for a fight.

 

[Specialist]

Elizabeth remained silent. She knew she had orders to uphold despite the failed WINTER CONTINGENCY operation and the loss of Reach. As she was about to respond, T'Challa's words cut her off. "...Yes, T'Challa. All of my strike team had died before me; I watched it prior to arriving here. As for the new arrival.. Should I go out there to meet them personally? As much as it is my choice to go back to the UNSC or stay here, I would like to see who this new contact is. Perhaps they were in the same predicament." The Mad Queen

 

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: Western Graveyard, Gladius III
Namorae takes a deep breath. “I will stay.” She says, in the most calm tone she can manage at the moment. “Obviously, we need to talk.” The men are still here, so she doesn’t want to say more. She’d much rather that she remain a helpful, harmless elf to them. She doesn’t want them to see what lies beneath the surface.

The Mad Queen​

 

[Donder172]

A Minuteman and three Diamond City security officers kept the newcomer in their sights.
"Hold it right there! Who are you?" One shouted

"You can call me James. I'm from New Vegas." The stranger answered

Inside the city, Harry walked towards the radio tower where Preston was waiting, two Minutemen at his side. Seeing the Brotherhood of Steel members, they reached for their guns but the Sole Survivor raised a hand.
"They're with me. They're from another part of the Brotherhood."
"What makes you so sure?" One of the Minutemen asked
"Well, for one thing they have a Super Mutant with them...And another, they didn't shoot Nick, or Tax."

He pointed towards Tax
"He's new."
"Preston Garvey, Commonwealth Minutemen." He stepped forwards "I think we have a lot to talk about."
@Donder172

"Maria, a pleasure to meet you, Preston." Maria answered Preston. "And I'm certain we have much to talk about. Do you have a place somewhere here where we can talk?"

 

[GearBlade654]

The Heir, Gladius III
"I won't deny the likelyhood of me requiring assistance is high. Go ahead."
I nod to Karla, before turning back to Jade. I contemplate turning back for a second to ask who is this "bossman", but decide not to ask.
"Hmm. So, they fight in swarms. What are their... say, specialists? As in, say, maybe a Skaven trained in combat from a range?"
I contemplate my chances as a musing tone enters my voice. My heroes are professionals. But that won't stop ambushes and sneak attacks. This... "bossman" may be able to help me out with preferably numbers, if I am lucky, supplies at the very least.

The Operator, Gladius IV
"I crashed here out of sheer bad luck. Engines failed directly above this... planet. And here I am."
I muse on what to say next. Perhaps I can learn more about this place and one day get off.
"May I ask what precisely is in the area?"
I twiddle my fingers and wait for an answer. It could be worth placing some trust into this voice-if it had tried to kill me, it would have attempted to lure me or my drones out.
The Mad Queen

 

[1stLt HChurch]

Cerys-8, Wakanda, Gladius-II

After a few minutes of confusion and Pepin trying to scan the area to better figure out where they are, Cerys hesitantly decides to start walking in the direction of the city ahead. Neither the Guardian nor the Ghost know what city that is or how safe it is, but standing around doing nothing won't accomplish anything. Heading toward an established civilization might be their best bet.

"What do you think inhabits that city, Pepin?" Cerys ponders as she walks, senses on high alert.

"Not sure," Pepin responds, sounding more relaxed now. "Shouldn't be the Fallen, since this atmosphere doesn't exactly suit them for long-term settlement. The structure of the city also doesn't match what we've seen of their technology. It doesn't match that of Cabal or Vex either, and especially not the Hive."

"Could it be human?"

"That's the only thing I can think of, unless it's another humanoid species like the Awoken. But then again, that doesn't even look like anything they would want to live in."

As Cerys nods in silent agreement, she notices a group approaching from a ways off. This causes her to feel more nervous for a split second, but she forces herself to stay calm. She can't make out their details from here, so she lifts her pulse rifle to look through its scope.

"Those look like regular humans," she mutters, lowering her rifle after a moment. She would love to observe them more, learn what she could from this distance, but leaving the rifle raised might make these people worried over nothing.

"How odd," Pepin comments. "I didn't know there were human cities outside of our City, especially none this large and advanced."

Cerys mumbles an agreement before continuing walking, now closer to the group. She eventually stops once she is about fifty feet from the group. Wow, this is a larger group than she was expecting. They seem harmless, but since she doesn't recognise this place nor their outfits, she isn't going to assume anything. Her rifle lowers to her side to avoid showing aggression, but she doesn't yet feel comfortable putting in on her back.

"Hello," Cerys calls out carefully, "what planet is this?"

While standing there, she can sense Pepin trying to gather more information about the people and area from out of view. So far, he doesn't appear to feel nervous about the people, which helps Cerys stay calm.

 

[The Mad Queen]

Venkman: The Western Graveyard (Gladius-III)​

Venkman chuckled "Alright, good luck with Bonnie Lu Nettles, here."
"We are not a cult." The translator snapped
"If you're not a cult then I'm the King of Germany. C'mon, talking in riddles, having your members tongues cut out. You're literally sitting on a throne for God's sake!"
"Leave."

Venkman threw up his arms "I'm not leaving this Cemetery. There's work to do. But I will stay out of your way. But..."
He took a step closer to Gunda, causing two of the cult members to point their weapons at him.
"If I find that you're bringing harm to this place, I will stop you. If you knew I served the monster known as Archangel, then I assume you know the other things I've done."
"Careful, Mage. The Blue God is a powerful enemy to have."

Venkman placed his hands in his pockets, smiled and stepped back.

Eliasdagood

Karla/Khanfusio: Mos Eisley/Hamlet, Gladius-III​

"There's a ton. Like I said, the rats get bigger. I saw a single one, larger than a bear pummel two of my guys to death with it's bare hands. They've certainly got ranged guys. Saw at least one minigun. And I'm sure I just scratched the surface...Spies, they've got those."
"How?" Karla shouted "They're literally giant rats!"
"And what do rats do? They burrow and they hide and they scavenge...And have you seen the world out there? Even if someone saw a giant rat they might not pay it that much attention. Hell, someone from the Wasteland might just think it's some irradiated mutant."

Karla nodded "Ah, fair."
"Look, everything I found is on that drive. I need to get off-world before it's too late. Get that drive to Gandhi."
"What will I tell him about you?"
"I don't care." Jade shook her head "I'll be on Gladius-II by the time you get that drive to him."

Karla nodded, taking the drive and reaching into her bag of holding. It took a minute or two as she tried to avoid cutting herself on the bag's contents, but she managed to pull out a small device. It was a tube-like device, with the symbol of the Indian Empire carved into it. Pushing down on a button at the top, it started to flash green for a few moments.

"They're on their way."

Vermin King GearBlade654

The Sole Survivor: The Wasteland, Gladius-III​

"You're a long way from home." The Minuteman answered "Why are you this far out?"
-
Preston nodded, and led the group further into the city, behind the radio station.
"You want to talk?" Preston asked Maria "Okay. I just don't want you causing trouble for the Commonwealth, the people here have been through enough as is."
He looked at Harry "There's something else. I think we're all in danger."
"It's the Commonwealth. We're always in danger." Harry shook his head

Preston nodded to one of his soldiers "Bring it out."

Donder172 ChazGhost

Elizabeth remained silent. She knew she had orders to uphold despite the failed WINTER CONTINGENCY operation and the loss of Reach. As she was about to respond, T'Challa's words cut her off. "...Yes, T'Challa. All of my strike team had died before me; I watched it prior to arriving here. As for the new arrival.. Should I go out there to meet them personally? As much as it is my choice to go back to the UNSC or stay here, I would like to see who this new contact is. Perhaps they were in the same predicament." The Mad Queen

T'Challa nodded, looking over at a few soldiers. If the new arrival was in the same predicament, there was a good chance Elizabeth could relate to them, and perhaps stop the situation from turning violent.
There had been many new arrivals to Wakanda, and not all of them friendly.
"Very well." The King answered "Though, understand that I can't send you alone."

Cerys-8, Wakanda, Gladius-II

After a few minutes of confusion and Pepin trying to scan the area to better figure out where they are, Cerys hesitantly decides to start walking in the direction of the city ahead. Neither the Guardian nor the Ghost know what city that is or how safe it is, but standing around doing nothing won't accomplish anything. Heading toward an established civilization might be their best bet.

"What do you think inhabits that city, Pepin?" Cerys ponders as she walks, senses on high alert.

"Not sure," Pepin responds, sounding more relaxed now. "Shouldn't be the Fallen, since this atmosphere doesn't exactly suit them for long-term settlement. The structure of the city also doesn't match what we've seen of their technology. It doesn't match that of Cabal or Vex either, and especially not the Hive."

"Could it be human?"

"That's the only thing I can think of, unless it's another humanoid species like the Awoken. But then again, that doesn't even look like anything they would want to live in."

As Cerys nods in silent agreement, she notices a group approaching from a ways off. This causes her to feel more nervous for a split second, but she forces herself to stay calm. She can't make out their details from here, so she lifts her pulse rifle to look through its scope.

"Those look like regular humans," she mutters, lowering her rifle after a moment. She would love to observe them more, learn what she could from this distance, but leaving the rifle raised might make these people worried over nothing.

"How odd," Pepin comments. "I didn't know there were human cities outside of our City, especially none this large and advanced."

Cerys mumbles an agreement before continuing walking, now closer to the group. She eventually stops once she is about fifty feet from the group. Wow, this is a larger group than she was expecting. They seem harmless, but since she doesn't recognise this place nor their outfits, she isn't going to assume anything. Her rifle lowers to her side to avoid showing aggression, but she doesn't yet feel comfortable putting in on her back.

"Hello," Cerys calls out carefully, "what planet is this?"

While standing there, she can sense Pepin trying to gather more information about the people and area from out of view. So far, he doesn't appear to feel nervous about the people, which helps Cerys stay calm.

"What is that thing?" One of the other soldiers asked his companions "Some kind of robot?"
A single soldier, one slightly larger than the rest of the group stepped forwards, their weapon pointed at the ground with a hand raised to show that they weren't a threat.
"You're standing on Gladius-II." She answered "Now, I have a question for you. Do you know a woman called Elizabeth? She fell not too far from your position just a few minutes ago."

The Heir, Gladius III
The Operator, Gladius IV
"I crashed here out of sheer bad luck. Engines failed directly above this... planet. And here I am."
I muse on what to say next. Perhaps I can learn more about this place and one day get off.
"May I ask what precisely is in the area?"
I twiddle my fingers and wait for an answer. It could be worth placing some trust into this voice-if it had tried to kill me, it would have attempted to lure me or my drones out.
The Mad Queen

"Good. Bad. Such concepts are barbaric. It is fate that brought you here, as it brought some of the others..." The voice paused "I do hope, for your sake that you are not as hostile as them."
There was yet another pause
"This place. Some outsiders call it Gladius-IV. I call it home."

 

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: Western Graveyard, Gladius III
Namorae doesn’t do anything until the men are gone, at which point, she reaches up to remove a butterfly clip from her hair, at which point both she and the mask revert to their natural forms. Namorae looks up at Gunda, her expression showing suspicion, as well as some fear. “What do you want from me?” She asks, trying to keep her cool. And keep her father from coming here. She has the feeling the guardian would not appreciate it.
The Mad Queen​

 

[Specialist]

Sister Gwynine: The Wasteland, Gladius-III
​

"Leave no Alien, Heretic or Mutant standing! For the Emperor!" The muffled, yet loud and metallic warcry of Gwynine Ellina and her fellow sisters drowned out all but the opposing forces on the other side of the improvised fortress garrison that was the Sama District. The main gate buckled and fell, releasing a storm of Imperial Guardsmen from the 252nd Conservator Regiment, accompanied by a hail of Griffon mortar fire. In the middle of their charge, the shells streaked overhead and angled down yards ahead of them, slamming into the ground. All at once, the unthinkable happened. The young soldier was swept off of her feet by the concussive shockwave of the shell detonation, being sent backward as a bright blue-white light enveloped her. Her falling scream continued through the transit into the world of Detroit as the resulting orb of energy materialized in the air a few feet above the Combat Zone. The Adepta Sororitas slammed through the two Raider checkpoints stationed on either side of the entrance to the brawling arena. Crashing to the ground after being a literal human projectile for a few seconds, the young woman laid motionless on the ground as she emitted a series of coughing sputters, groaning lightly. "Emperor...Damn it." She muttered, pushing herself upright and hefting her Bolter in her hands. After a disorienting moment, the warrior gasped lightly and looked around in alarm. "What... by The Emperor..." The Mad Queen