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COMMANDER VORTEX
Twilight
Vortex sighed, having taken in the conversation in its whole. "I'm a Commander, a machine intelligence thousands of years old." He told Venkman. "I'm capable of adapting to any situation, designing new units to match. I possess more processing power than every computer on this planet combined. As for how, well..." A tiny hatch on the Stalker opened up, and a Flybot flew into his hand. "Flybot. Tiny constructs built to imitate the behaviour of common houseflies, meant for infiltration, reconnaissance, and espionage. These things are meant for tapping into even the most secure systems and extracting data." He explained, the insect-sized robot gently buzzing its wings.

"In large enough numbers, they can secretly establish complete control over entire interconnected systems, taking over and causing a complete blackout or datawipe if needed. I can also remotely take control of individual computer systems if I need to."

He then turned to the representatives. "Then I'll have a much-needed talk with him." The act of exposing himself was kind of deliberate, since Vortex had slowly begun to expose more of his presence within the Indian systems, testing their limits. Of course, once his presence had grown large enough to be detected, the breaches were immediately responded to by multiple firewalls and antivirus systems. He'd shrunk back down after that, leading the system and technicians to believe the breach had been eliminated. In truth, his digital infiltration programs had simply hidden under the sight of the security systems, so to speak.

Not that it mattered, anyway. He'd already acquired all the data he needed. Really, he could attack any time he wanted.

Yet, if Gandhi had detected him, although he was sure he wasn't aware that Vortex wasn't human, that would most likely mean tighter security measures around the nation, and the probable mobilisation of Gandhi's army sooner than he'd liked.

Either way, he'd stop him, somehow.

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At the last moment, the dragon nimbly rolled out of the way, the green energy blast passing harmlessly by its side.
"SERIOUSLY?!" Vortex practically yelled as the dragon returned to the position it was before. That was a really bad thing, since if he remembered correctly, then Penny would have to recharge before firing again, and regular blasts didn't do enough damage.

The dragon flapped its wings and switched its position, readying a large breath of fire. "Well, guess we're fucked." Vortex said over the intercom. "Penny, you'll have to jump. I'll use the Heron to distract the dragon long enough for you to reach the ground safely. Don't worry about me. This is just a unit my consciousness is currently inhabiting." The dragon had uttered the first word of its Shout. "Dammit. Okay, on three."

"One... two..."

The dragon suddenly exploded into a huge fireball as a pair of Hummingbird fighter jets streaked by, two more pairs shooting past a second later as bits of dragon rained down. "What? Oh, hell yeah!" Vortex cheered as his jets circled the damaged Heron. "I'd totally forgotten about those things! Damn, just in time too!" With the Hummingbirds escorting the Heron, it would be protected from any more dragon attacks. "Alright, I'm heading back to base. Just hold on a while longer."

The Heron passed the mountains, the atmosphere and environment getting progressively colder and colder as the craft continued up north. Eventually, the snow-covered land gave way to a vast sea of freezing water and ice, before his base finally came into view up ahead, built on top of a massive glacier. It wasn't that large, only consisting of a half-dozen factories and powerplants, along with several turrets and artillery cannons and a single radar. A spinning teleportation ring connected the base to his main base of operations in the Wasteland, allowing for easy travel between locations.

The right engine of the craft suddenly sputtered, producing a large amount of smoke. "Aw, crap." Vortex muttered. "Right engine won't last much longer." They were now on final approach. None of his bases had runways, since practically all of his aircraft had VTOL capabilities. "You might want to hold on. We're coming in for a hard landing."

The ground became closer and closer, the sight of dozens of machines milling around clearer.

"Brace."

The Heron hit the ground hard, producing a dreadful grinding noise as it continued for a good dozen metres or so, finally coming to a stop in front of an air factory. "You good?" Vortex asked.

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Venkman: Southern Continent (Twilight Realm)
Venkman ran a hand through his own hair, his eyes growing wide
"If you're telling the truth, then it means that Ghandi's Great Firewall is nothing more than a..."
"They're waiting for you." One of the ambassadors cut in
"Right, um...I'll take him." Venkman replied. With a snap of his fingers, the table sank into the floor and the ambassadors started to walk away.

With a wave of his hand, another Twilight gate opened and he led the Stalker outside. Rather than step into the dark lands that the two had met in, they instead found themselves in a large room.

It was clean and white, with banners along the walls marking the symbol of the Indian Empire. At the very back of the room was a tall wooden chair where an elderly man sat. It was none other than Ghandi himself.

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The Emperor looked upwards, fixed his glasses and smiled.
"Welcome, friends." He said with a friendly smile "We have a lot to talk about."

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Metro-Gotham: Arena
The Molotov tossed by Deadpool burned out one of the monster's eyes and it screeched in agony, swinging it's vines wildly in an attempt to snatch Deadpool. However, just as a vine was about to grab the merc with the mouth a few bayonets severed the vine, spewing even more of the green blood on the ground of the arena.

It turned towards the two who had wounded it and prepared for another attack, only for a gunshot to go off.

The bullet Stella had fired sank deep into the vine-like body of the plant monster, and it staggered back. However, the beast managed to regain it's balance and turned in the direction of the shot, letting out another ear-piercing screech.

"Oh my God!" Lance cried "Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like we have a mystery contender tonight! Tonight's fight just keeps getting more and more riveting by the second."
He placed his head in his hands "I've been doing this for three and a half days straight. For the love of God, let me get some sleep." He groaned

A stagelight hovered over the audience "Mystery contender, reveal yourself!" Lance's voice called out. However, on the screen Lance continued to have his head in his hands.

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(I'm unaware if anyone is still in Mos Eisley, though here's two new "smugglers and scandals" to interact with.)


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The Prince of Stars would take a seat within one of the various san-brown booths located along the walls of the Cantina. He hadn't a clue what "Blue Milk" was, though it was worth a taste. As Quill sipped, he would look across the bar, noticing many smirking faces and eyes locked on to him. He held the cup of Bantha Milk away from his mouth, realizing it had just been like a normal glass of milk, yet more sweet and refreshing. Of course, the name said milk, but he assumed Blue Milk had just been a codename for some special flavored wine. Peter looked back up at the many faces looking back at him, who were now snickering with their buddies. Must be pretty amateur to order Blue Milk here.

Star-Lord left the cup of rich Tatooine milk at his booth as he stood up and approached the bar. As he found his way into a tight spot on the bar between two bigger individuals, he'd accidentally bump into the person to his left. The man would turn over to Quill and start cussing in his alien tongue. Peter was surprised to see the alien wasn't speaking in his own language, though then again, he was in a bar he saw from one of his favorite childhood films, so at this point, anything's possible, really. "Jeez, sorry.." Peter mumbled, turning back to the bar and trying to catch the attention of the Cantina's bartender. A hand would grab Quill's shoulder and turn him over, revealing a man with a deformed face and an almost pig-like nose.

"He doesn't like you." The man would explain. Behind his back, the deformed man's other hand would be reaching for his blaster, holstered on his left leg.

"I'm not too fond of him either, now back off." Quill would grunt, not even looking over at the two wanted men. Surprised by Star-Lord's attitude, the two would pull out their blasters, looking them straight at Quill's chest below the bar.

"You just insulted the wrong smugglers, kid." The deformed man grinned, his finger getting closer to the trigger every second. Quill remained frozen. He didn't have any equipment he could just pull out in the nick of time to both stop them from firing and to let him move incase they did. This must've been it. Suddenly, the two scandal's heads would bump into each other, resulting in the two of them falling unconscious. The whole Cantina froze what they were doing, but then continued a few seconds after. This kinda stuff must've been normal around here.

"Thanks..." Peter sighed as he looked up at the man who saved him: 7ft tall, and made of rocks.

"No problem, man. I always found it a bit rude when somebody interrupts your drink." The living pile of rocks would reply. "The name's Korg."

"Peter Quill; people call me Star-Lord." Peter replied, still a bit relieved that he'd live another day. He'd squint as he looked at Korg. "You're a Kronan, right..?" Korg would nod. "Huh. You look familiar."

"Well Kronans all kinda look the same, so there's that. But if you ever tuned into the Grandmaster's Cont~"

"That's it! Content of Champions. When I was a few years younger, I'd watch that with Yondu and the Ravagers." Peter would chuckle, remembering the times back in his early adulthood, where he'd sit with Yondu Udonta and Kraglin Obfonteri and watch aliens from across the galaxy fight to the death in the Grandmaster's area.

"You're a Ravager? Quite nice folk if I remember right. At least the least savage ones. Or maybe I'm thinking of the Nova Corps on Xander. Any who, glad to see we come from the same universe."

"Same universe?"

"Yeah, same universe. Look at the people walking about in this Cantina." Korg would point at various characters who do seem quite odd to be seen here. Peter would scan the bar; a Cyberman, Lord Garmadon, Chell, ..Pac-Man!? "Herfen Fpferantis..Jor Gwonfiliun..just about anybody to see on television is here." Peter hadn't recognized the names Korg pointed out but still; this was insane! It was like all the universes were creating one big multiverse. Crazy.

"I'll be right back, I'm about to get an autograph from somebody I've saved from ghosts countless years of my life.." Peter speed walked over to the fat yellow ball talking to Donkey Kong.

"Ghosts? Ugh, I hate them too, man. Very annoying. This guy must be scared half to death if he's been running for years! You two must be great mates then." Kong continued to speak, even as Peter Quill left. He looked down at the two unconscious thugs on the ground. "Poor guys. They could lose an arm one day." Korg crouched down and picked up the two bodies and sat them down in an empty booth.

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Ginny takes a breath, aiming for the center of the creature with her cannon. "Alright, f'ck this. I don't care what comes after this thing, I'm going home, and I'm going the f'ck to sleep." She mutters to herself, firing the cannon. "I mean seriously, there's just too much going on right now. I can't deal with this."
 
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With another blow delivered by Ginny's cannon, the plant-monster staggered back again, resting some of it's vines on the walls of the arena. From it's back, more vines sprouted but they did not simply aim for those attacking it. Rather, the vines took the shape of humanoid figures and jumped down.

In unison, they tilted their heads to the side and glared at the attackers before charging towards them.

"Well ladies and gentlemen, I'm honestly not sure about what's going on now..." Lance explained, looking up at the camera again "But like one of our contenders, I just want to go home and sleep."

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Magnus Burnsides and D.Va: Infested NYC
As Magnus dashed towards the building, he saw that the barricade itself was under attack, with SHIELD agents, Minutemen and Diamond Dog soldiers trying to hold off the approaching horde. He tightened his grip on Anti-Venom and made a mad dash for the building's entrance.

As he ran though the barricade, almost knocking a SHIELD agent over he was tackled from behind by a large symbiote, causing Magnus to fall forwards and drop the cure. Before the symbiote could make another move on Magnus, it was torn apart by gunfire.

He hero of Raven's Roost took one look at the cure, and then at the black tide that was making it's way towards the barricade and took a deep breath. He drew the Raging Flaming Poisoning Sword of Doom, causing it's green flames to ignite.

"Fuck it." He muttered, stepping forwards and cutting down a symbiote.

As Anti-Venom struggled to break free of it's restraints, a SHIELD agent and Brook carried it inside, while Oliver provided cover. The moment the cure was through the door and being carried to Reed's lab by at least half a dozen SHIELD agents, Brook jumped back into the fray, strumming his guitar.

"My sound will keep them back, I got this!" He said with a grin, walking beside Magnus.

Magnus pushed Brook out of the way as a symbiote went for the skeleton, cutting it down and letting out a yell. As a second went for him, Magnus stabbed it through the chest and kicked it over. He knew these things were still people, and the idea that they could still feel the pain he was inflicting was pulling at him. He tried to tell himself he was saving the planet, that for each symbiote he struck down he was saving perhaps a hundred people, maybe even more.

But it still hurt.

With a pained look in his eyes, Magnus cut down another symbiote as it went for his face. Qrow stood by his side, also wearing a grim expression as he cut down symbiotes before they got too close.

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D.Va managed to catch up, touching down behind the barricade. She turned towards her passengers, and then looked at Magnus.
"The cure's already inside! We just gotta keep them away from the lab until Reed's done!" A SHIELD agent yelled, finding himself difficult to hear over the sound of gunfire
"Alright everybody!" D.Va called out "We have an objective. Save the world, protect some scientists and try not to die. Let's do this!" She shouted triumphantly, rocketing forwards to the front of the barricade and opening fire.

The sonic blasts from her mech managed to knock a few symbiotes back, while stunning some others. Underneath the black tide she could see parts of their hosts, with some of them screaming for help, while others were begging D.Va to end their misery.

"This thing made me kill my family!" One man managed to cry before the black tide overtook him again
"I can't do this anymore!" A young woman screamed. Based upon her face, D.Va guessed that they might be around the same age

She gritted her teeth and continued firing, flying around the barricade and trying to knock symbiotes back wherever she could.

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Spider-Man
New York City

Peter bit his tongue as he looked over at the shields, still recovering from the Anti-Venom attacking him. He sighed and jumped into the air, beginning to swing towards the base, in silence, thinking about his loved ones and how serious this situation actually was. He would web-zip and take out a few symbiote infected people as he hung his head down:


Peter suddenly touched down in front of D.Va, taking his signature landing pose as he forced the girl to stop her fire, the wave of symbiotes halting as they stared at Spider-Man, some tilting their heads as others crouched down on all fours, their tongues swaying slowly side to side. Parker closed his eyes, his body rolling up as he stood straight, silent, emotionless. He almost seemed like a different person, so different it would scare most people. "I've had enough..." He mumbled under his breath, clenching his fists before jumping into the horde of symbiotes, spinning around and kicking them in the head before placing his hands on the shoulders of another attacker, pushing himself up and spinning in the air rapidly.

From the base of his foot, a black goo slowly began to crawl over the male's body. He fired out a few taser webs as he span, the symbiote slowly engulfing the man. The goop covered his chest, forming a new spider symbol, with legs that stretched around his back and connected to the smaller emblem on his back. He shot a web next to Magnus' foot and yanked himself back, the alien covering his mask. Peter felt the strength radiate from his body. He felt faster, stronger and in general, a lot better. Rubbing his shoulder, he walked in front of the defensive line and spread his arms open.

"Well? What are you waiting for...? Come at me, I'll take you all on..." He smirked and cracked his neck, ready to jump headfirst into the crowd. "Oh, and you guys just be smart and stay out of this fight. It shouldn't take a genius to figure out that the shield is no longer up. That means, every side of the building is exposed, leaving you open for a flank. What are you waiting for, take the back."

In his new suit, the male didn't wait for anyone else to reply, jumping into the air, shooting two webs onto the ground as he pulled himself down, keeping his legs together as he shot through the air and kicked one of the symbiotes. He felt a strange tingling in his brain. Peter moved his head inches to the left, avoiding a punch. The male could feel the force behind the attempted hit. He grabbed the arm and span the symbiote around, knocking him into multiple symbiotes before letting it go, sending around six off the side of building. "Strike..."
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D.Va and Magnus Burnsides: Infested New York
D.Va continued firing the moment Peter was out of her line of fire, knocking more and more symbiotes back with sonic blasts. Although she was relieved that she wasn't gunning down innocent people, the cries for help amongst the black tide were getting under her skin.

She shook her head and snapped herself back into focus, jumping from point to point around the barricade and covering ground wherever she could. That was when Peter caught her attention again. She had glanced at him to see if he'd needed backup, only to see that his red and blue suit was gone, replaced with a black suit.

He been infected, but he seemed to still be in control.

"Parker!" She shouted "What th...What's happened to you!?" She cried. As her attention was drawn away from the tide, even just for a second two heavily armoured symbiotes jumped forwards, landing on top of her mech. The blue meka thrashed out violently in an attempt to shake them off, eventually throwing them into the tide.

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Magnus' eyes widened as Peter underwent his transformation. Had they lost another one of their own? No, the Spider-Man appeared to have some kind of control over the symbiote that had grabbed hold of him. Magnus regained his focus as Spider-Man started talking about the other sides of the building.

Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed two other barricades on either side of the Baxter Building and cursed under his breath. He'd been so consumed by the fight directly in front of him and holding the line he'd forgotten about the other sides. One side seemed to be holding back the tide, as they had forced the symbiotes into a bottleneck position.

The left side, on the other hand was in trouble. Magnus watched as a symbiote jumped over the barricade and started to tear a SHIELD agent to pieces and gritted his teeth, sprinting over as fast as his legs could carry him. He sliced the creature down the middle and helped the wounded agent to his feet, allowing one of his comrades to bring him inside.

Gripping the Raging Flaming Poisoning Sword of Doom in both hands, Magnus stood in the middle of the left barricade with Qrow and Brook at either sides of him, and a few soldiers behind them providing covering fire. Letting out a mighty yell, the three swordsmen rushed towards the front.

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"I'm not letting you take on an army of these...Things on your own. That's not how a team player does things." D.Va said sternly

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Anderson looked at the smaller vine creatures, agreeing with Shafaqat "Yeah oi'm ready ter wrap things up mood's kinda gone, dis wus fun an' al' but nigh 'tis startin' ter go for a wee bit long. Oi mean vampire's usually don't stay alive so long whaen oi skewer em!" He chuckled as he remembered fondly the many vampire's who's blood had painted the wall as his holy bayonet's pierced their foul demon flesh. "But i'm leave things like unholy monsters still out from their graves! whoever shot from de stands ought ter 'elp fightin too!" He went headfirst into battle, hacking and slashing the plant beasts into grass clippings with his larger bayonet's.

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Spider-Man
New York City

Peter continued to violently pummel down rows of fellow symbiotes, not really breaking a sweat at all. This new suit seemed to be amazing! It increased his stamina and even made it's own webs. Parker even completely forgot about Karen as he felt he didn't need her. This suit provided him everything he needed, lacked or wanted. Never would he need to refill webs, nor would he need to worry about getting hit. He was more agile, flexible and had faster reflexes than before. Heck, he even had this new 'Spider-Sense' which Peter loved.

He stopped once D.Va began to shout at him and claim he wasn't a team player. "Team? Please. Listen, cutie, gamer girls are hot and all but we're in different tiers. Let's say your in 3 tier...I'm 1 tier. We're in different leagues babes, so just stay out of this. Wouldn't want you to bruise that cute little face of yours now, would we?" Without another word, Peter webbed her mech's feet to the ground where she stood and jumped back, landing on his hands upside-down, doing a hand stand before pushing off once again, wrapping a few symbiote in a web and jumping off, nose diving down the side of the building with no sign of catching himself.

A few seconds later, he landed on the side of the building as he let the ball of black goop. He crawled back up, only to be pounced by a large, hulk-like symbiote. Peter huffed as he was shoulder tackled in the gut, the male just barely grabbing the edge of the roof and hauling himself back on. "Okay big guy...you wanna go? Bring it."
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Beyond the Wall [Planet I: The North]

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The slash of Ben Solo's cross guard cried as the Master of the Knights of Ren struck down another Bilgesnipe. The beast had obviously been more brawn than brain, as the first impalement and several slashes by the bright red saber didn't seem to intimidate the Bilgesnipe enough to back off. As the huge body fell from his saber and some blood splattered on his robes and boots, Ren would hang his cross guard back on his belt and turn to Captain Cardinal and his troop; four normal stormtroopers, two heavies, and two executioners. All of his troopers had a red marking on their right shoulders.
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While Ren didn't tend to wear his helmet anymore, he decided to wear it during his "stress relief" moments, or whenever he had the opportunity to find a planet full of creatures without thought or reason to hunt. If you thought Ren was angry in the Force Awakens, then you have yet to see him destroy anything organic and living. While the troops told about Ren's relaxation trips think he's slaying beasts for the heck of it, it is under the mask and scar that they could see he was training himself to become more powerful in the Dark Side of the Force. The more anger he feels, the less he thinks of his own family. The more times the beasts he fights slashes back, the more pain he feels, and the pain can be used to strength the darkness.

"Sir, if I may ask, it seems you have this...task under control. I do not think we are really needed here. Could my troop perhaps head back to the Finalizer?" Cardinal would ask. He was never the cowardly one, even if he had tried desperately to use information from a Resistance Spy to get rid of Phasma in the past due to his pride, but with a boss who is currently murdering animals (Emphasis on murder) without consent, it's best not to act like you were trying to overthrow the man.

"Disobeying orders was never apart of the application, Captain." Ren would reply, the tone of his voice filtered by his mask. Even with the filter, the slightest bit of anger could be heard through his voice.

"Of course not, Kylo Ren~Forgive me."

"Then maybe you would like to take down one?" A bit of a smirk formed underneath the mask.

"It would be my pleasure." It wasn't his pleasure, but he was already risking the life of a troop, at least, if he were under Phasma's orders. The First Order was cruel to Cardinal, and the only thing the red captain had to hide the pain was his crimson helmet.

"Go right ahead. Kill it." Ben took a step back, revealing to Cardinal a distant bilgesnipe. Cardinal looked over to Ren and then back at the Bilgesnipe, half-expecting a "just kidding" or Ren to jump in and help. Yet Kylo Ren stood absolutely still. Holding his blaster up, Cardinal took a few steps forward, and then turned to his troops.

"With me, FN-2533, FN-2534." The Captain would command. The two Heavies marched forward until Ren pulled out his cross guard and ignited it, separating Cardinal and his troops. Cardinal looked down at the red saber and back at Ren, who kept a deadly stare at Captain Cardinal.

"Just you, Captain." Kylo Ren spoke, not moving a muscle. "Forfeit and risk court martial." Cardinal's Heavies looked at their Captain, who was keeping close eye contact with Ren. His eyes were pleading for mercy; he knew he was no match for that beast. "Kill. It." Cardinal, despite the coward he could be sometimes, wasn't risking court martial.

Cardinal turned around and hesitated. Taking a deep sigh, he dashed forward, aiming his blaster at the Bilgesnipe and firing rapidly. The beast acknowledged the blasts but didn't seem to be hurt. It turned towards Cardinal and roared, followed by a slow charge. Cardinal halted and ran to his right, away from the charging beast, though it only followed. It was only a matter of time until Cardinal was stomped on and become the dinner of a hungry Bilgesnipe. Unfortunately, the Bilgesnipe didn't last long either, as the moment it took its first bite, it was stabbed and slashed at behind.

"Captain Cardinal..." Ren stood before the dead Bilgesnipe and the horribly injured (and dying) Captain. He put his cross guard away and lifted off his helmet, revealing his scar-drawn face and long brunette hair. "...I've known of your hatred for Captain Phasma, so it's a real shame you'll die before you could outrank her even more." Ren paused. "Don't worry~she'll look good in your red." And with that, Ren turned and approached the troop of the "retired" Captain Cardinal. Kylo dropped his helmet and kept walking, motioning the troop to follow. "From now on, you all will be apart of Captain Phasma's squadron. I trust your behaviors will not mimic the ignorance of your old Captain." A trooper would be looking down at Ren's helmet he dropped. Another trooper, obviously used to these sessions, turned to the confused comrade and spoke:
"Leave the helmet, the Supreme Leader will just construct him another one." With the helmet dropped upon the tundra surface, Ren marked his fifth "stress relief" session. As the troopers walked along with Kylo Ren, they passed 4 other helmets, all identical, as well as the armored skeletons of previous Captains.
 
Capt. Jean-Luc Picard - Captain's Ready Room, Main Bridge, USS Enterprise-E, in orbit of Gladius II

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Captain Jean-Luc Picard leaned against the window in his ready room, a PADD in one hand and a cup of Earl Grey long gone cold in the other, as he watched the numerous starships move about the space between the planets — noticing a few more stars disappearing into nothingness. He sighed. More and more worlds and universes fell to The Darkness, it was only a matter of time before it reached Gladius.

Unfortunately, the Alliance - the cooperation of governments from different universes, such as the Federation, as well as peacekeeping organizations settled on Gladius II, had its hands quite full. Gladius I was unstable, both geologically and socially. Warring nations, evil beings capable of destroying entire city blocks with a single thought. They just couldn't spare the resources to investigate The Darkness.

Until now.

Setting his tea on his desk, Picard sat down staring at the image of the blue box in the Mos Eisley street corner displayed on the PADD. The last time he encountered that box and its owner was on Stardate 45635.2 back when he was captain of the Enterprise-D. The Federation was on the brink of extradimensional invasion and that man, with his brilliant mind and technology, saved them. And if he was here, there was hope.

"Bridge to Capt. Picard," Cmndr. Riker's voice boomed through the com.

"Go ahead, Number One."

"Dr. Strange has just... um... appeared on the bridge, sir."

The Starfleet captain, having been expecting the Sorcerer Supreme of the Masters of the Mystic Arts, set the PADD aside and straightened his uniform. "Point him in the direction of my ready room, Will."

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After some short amount of minutes, Picard's door would slide open. The Sorcerer Supreme would take a few steps inside, facing the Starfleet captain and nodded his head in greetings.

"Morning, Captain." While Strange's tone of voice seemed rugged and sleepy, his approach mimicked the one of someone willing to shake at it (due to the overall glee and mood of his tone) though he ultimately skipped the handshake and went on to finding a seat. As Stephen leaned down to sit down, his cloak unhooked itself off of Strange's robes and flew behind his chair, remaining completely still once in place. "I was..told you needed help locating..a box." The Doctor had a confused look upon his face, still contemplating what that had meant.

"My apologies if I made that sound weird~let's just say the Masters of the Mystic Arts back..'on-planet'..can be a little too vague sometimes." Strange would fold a leg over onto the other.

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As Spider-Man kept at It Snake would recognize something was influencing him. As with the Parasites something was messing with him.
They said it was too late if you were infected....touched.....
So, as he grappled with the Hulk, a loud shot would ring out as Snake fired sporadic bursts at the teen. The infection needed to be stopped.

Ocelot was still monitoring the whole situation, and even with the cure, they'd be overwhelmed before they could do anything.
"Snake what the hell are you doing? You're going to get yourself killed! He's got some form of control over it, let him be!"
He checked his Tornado-6 revolvers and then quickly sprinted outside the building to the fighting, guns blazing. He had to fight to Snake or the situation would get worse.
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Oh,The ecstasy of killing

Oh how beautiful this new play called 'New York' was. The infamous Khada Jhin had recently gotten bored of making lovely scarlet paintings from Noxian blood and needed some new scenery. And new streets to stain red. The masked man walked through the less crowded streets, finding himself in the entertainment district, how ironic. Jhin walked with a slight limp, each step a subtle sway as his hand rest on the detachable barrel that rest at his hip. His attention was sudden caught by an unsightly creature. A man, balding with a large bulbous nose and warted skin. How rude, disrupting Jhin's beautiful night with such horrid aesthetics.

He'd have to make him beautiful.

Now Jhin did not seen killing as 'death' rather rebirth in to something more worthy of being seen. The golden demon ducked himself into another street, following the mans movements until he was alone. He appeared to be homeless. Poor or wealthy, all blood was the same color. Jhin's mechanical hand found his gun, affectionatly named whisper and quickly shot the man in the back, with an incredibly brilliant flare, watching him fall, wounded but not dead. He wasn't done yet, the show was just starting. Another quick movement on the upstroke and another bullet tore through the man's hip as he screamed in terror.

Hm. This needed something. The angle needed a change. The wounded man tried to drag himself away from Jhin, whimpering. Jhin scoffs, of course he had to ruin his beautiful portrait, but it wasn't beyond repair. A third shot launches into the man's other arm, forcing him to stop crawling, blood spraying back as jhin stepped around him. The fourth shot went off with a bigger, louder CRACK, straight through the heart, finally ending the torture. And leaving the ground stained in a beautiful pattern. The changes in Jhin's angle had made the illusian of rose petals scattered around.

Happiness is a warm gun.
 
D.Va and Magnus Burnsides: Infested New York
D.Va gasped as Peter webbed up the legs of her mech. Just a few hours ago, he was convincing her not to give up and to save the world and now it was like he was a completely different person. She struggled furiously to break out of the webbing.
"I'm not just some gamer girl, you twerp!" D.Va snapped, with some bitter sarcasm in her voice

Gripping the controls, D.Va aimed her cannons downwards and started to blast away at the webbing while engaging her rocket boosters. "I'm a soldier."
Symbiotes were starting to close in on her position and despite her best efforts, the webbing wasn't coming off. Upon seeing Snake try to shoot Spider-Man, she called out to him over the radio.
"That thing's taking control of his mind! Don't kill him!" She shouted

With one final tug, the webbing finally gave way. By the time she'd freed herself, five large symbiotes were directly in front of the mech. She bit her lower lip tightly and opened fire.
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Magnus was covered in blood, having remained in front of his companions to defend them from the swarm. He side-stepped to avoid an attack, slicing through a horse-like symbiote.
Despite his efforts, his attacks weren't enough as symbiotes still managed to go around his blade, going for the SHIELD agents and Minutemen behind him.

An armoured symbiote, a former Minuteman went for Brook, grabbing him by the shoulders as the skeletal swordsman tried to fight it off. Magnus stepped to the side and sliced at the creature before punching it back with the Phantom Fist Gauntlet. He nodded at Brook and then looked over his shoulder to see a Minuteman get dragged into the swarm, adding another body to the symbiote's numbers.

He rushed towards a SHIELD agent near the front of the barricade as he was literally torn in half as two symbiotes fought over him, spraying the hero of Raven's Roost in more blood.

-
D.Va stood at the front of the main barricade, deploying her Defence Matrix as symbiotes tossed everything from metal poles to webbing towards the soldiers. The Matrix would run out of power, leaving D.Va to use the mech itself as a shield while a SHIELD agent and Shimura carried two wounded men inside.

A spear composed of symbiote webbing was tossed towards the barricade, striking the SHIELD agent Shimura was helping in the back. He yelled in pain as he fell to the ground. Shimura looked at D.Va with a worried look in his eyes, noticing how the barricade they were meant to be holding was losing more and more men. He reached for his sword.

"Go!" D.Va shouted "I got this!"
He nodded in response and began to drag the wounded inside.

D.Va's mech took hit after hit, spewing sparks and pieces of machinery as symbiotes from all sides began to claw at it or throw projectiles.
"You hear me baby? Hold together!"

The glass separating her from the horde outside started to crack as sweat poured off of D.Va's face. One symbiote pressed it's tongue against the glass, attempting to go for the side of her face. Hana steadied herself and continued firing, keeping the symbiotes off of her for just a moment longer.

Deploying a Defence Matrix, D.Va took a few more blows from the horde. Looking at the screen in front of her, she saw that a Self-Destruct would be ready should the mech take more damage and let out a defeated sigh. If she activated that ability, she would just end up killing more innocent people.

"Eject." She muttered, being tossed out of her now fallen mech. The symbiotes continued to swarm it even as it completely fell apart. The mech pilot managed to land on her feet, drawing her Light Gun and turning to face the horde. She aimed for a knee-shot, taking down a symbiote with a few shots only for it to get back up again and run at her.

As the symbiote drew closer, Hana's hands shook as the lined up the shot. If she was to pull the trigger, she'd be killing an innocent person, there was no doubt about it. Just as she convinced herself to pull the trigger, she caught a glimpse of the host's face.

In a single moment, she saw the host's pained and frightened expression, and she saw that the host was a teenage girl. She couldn't have been younger than fifteen years old.
In that moment, Hana hesitated. Instead of firing her gun, she turned towards the falling barricade and tried to run. She turned, aiming for non-lethal shots with her Light Gun but it didn't seem to slow the symbiotes down, at least not enough.

Within seconds they were on top of her. A symbiote with clawed hands went for her face, slicing a cut from her forehead down to above her upper lip on the left side of her face. She managed to knock it back with a shot to the knees and a heavy push. Two other symbiotes jumped at her, knocking Hana to the ground.

She chocked out a yell as a symbiote grabbed her by the throat and two others grabbed her legs, dragging her towards the swarm.
Some of the soldiers she was fighting alongside tried to run towards Hana but were blocked by other symbiotes.

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In another Part of the City
The man's screaming as well as the gunshots had drawn attention towards Khada Jhin's location. From the rooftops above the alleyway, at least a dozen symbiotes started down at him and prepared to pounce.

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The North: Beyond the Wall
The sounds of battle had attracted a much larger hunt to Kylo Ren's party of First Stormtroopers, for the land beyond the wall was treacherous, more so than any other place on Gladius-I. The area resonated with dark energy, not just in the force but in magic and other forces that ruled the cosmos before the fall of the Multiverse.

The air surrounding Ren's men became even colder than usual, approaching near-freezing temperatures within seconds. A thick blizzard quickly followed the sudden drop, with one trooper picking up on a large shape moving amongst the blizzard.

The moment he reported it, the shape seemed to fade into the storm and wasn't even visible on scanning equipment.

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The Doctor - Mos Eisley Cantina
With the number of enemies he's made in his 700+ years of traversing time and space, it would probably best that the Doctor kept away from scummy cantinas such as this one. Even in the shadowy little corner of the bar where he sat to avoid drawing attention, he already been given 'you're going to make me very rich' looks way more than twice. Now, he would have no business being here if a robot with the mind of a teenage boy ticked off the guardian of the ship graveyard, causing said guardian to seal off the graveyard. Or, so he heard. If that hadn't happened, the Time Lord would've been back in his TARDIS gathering sensor data from the ships that first encountered The Darkness, AKA the first victims of The Darkness before it consumes a universe.

But, nope. Some kid with some really advanced tech had to ruin his day! He sighed, it was moments like these he could use the voice of a companion such as Rose or Donna. Oh, Donna, he thought sadly. The TARDIS had been refueling at the Cardiff Rift when their universe was consumed. He shouldn't have let her leave the TARDIS to go window shopping. However, it had happened so fast. There was no either could have known what was about to happen.

All he could do now was to do whatever it took to save the multiverse, and hope that Donna was out there somewhere. Alive.

(No interactions yet, please.)
 
Cerebella & Filia Medici (and Samson)
-New York-

Everything is going so fast that even the two girls can't keep up. The best they do is to fend themselves. Cerebella goes up onto one of the Symbiotes and has her Vice Versa deliver a number of strong punches at it, then proceeding to fight more of them. Meanwhile, Filia has Samson form a number of blades and proceeds to cut down every Symbiote she and he sees. This is going to be a long stand.​
 
Capt. Jean-Luc Picard - USS Enterprise-E, in orbit of Gladius II
After some short amount of minutes, Picard's door would slide open. The Sorcerer Supreme would take a few steps inside, facing the Starfleet captain and nodded his head in greetings.

"Morning, Captain." While Strange's tone of voice seemed rugged and sleepy, his approach mimicked the one of someone willing to shake at it (due to the overall glee and mood of his tone) though he ultimately skipped the handshake and went on to finding a seat. As Stephen leaned down to sit down, his cloak unhooked itself off of Strange's robes and flew behind his chair, remaining completely still once in place. "I was..told you needed help locating..a box." The Doctor had a confused look upon his face, still contemplating what that had meant.

"My apologies if I made that sound weird~let's just say the Masters of the Mystic Arts back..'on-planet'..can be a little too vague sometimes." Strange would fold a leg over onto the other.

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"Ah! Dr. Strange," Picard greeted the sorcerer with a warm smile and handshake, "welcome aboard the Enterprise." He motioned to one of the chairs in front of his desk, "Please sit."

The Starfleet captain awkwardly cleared his throat. "Actually, they weren't being vague." He pushed the PADD towards Strange. "Well, we already found the box we just need to find its owner."

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The Doctor - Chalmun's Cantina, Mos Eisley, The East, Gladius I
Downing his second cup of blue milk, the Doctor motioned the bartender for a refill. "By the way, you wouldn't happen to know anyone here whose encountered this so-called 'Guardian of the Graveyard' and lived? Or, at least someone who can get me past that forcefield?" He asked as the man refilled his cup.
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"FN-775, scan the perimeter. Scan it again and again until you find heat signatures. The rest of you, group around Kylo Ren and keep him safe." The Sergeant, who was temporally the trooper in charge, would task. As the others circled the Knight of Ren, the blizzard only grew stronger, causing their vision to blur more and more.

"Nothing's showing up, Sergeant. No matter how many times I scan."
"Then keep scanning, 775!"


Ben kneeled, shutting his eyes and attempting to concentrate through the stormy conditions and bickering between troopers.
"Supreme Leader..." Kylo Ren spoke under his breath. His obsessions with his grandfather were over now. Only recently had he realized spending time thinking of the Force with Darth Vader only made him contemplate of the other Skywalkers like Luke and Leia. He needed a new role model, and Supreme Leader Snoke was his best bet to harness the power of the Dark Side. "Show me..the path I must take to kill whatever beast is lurking about.." Ren paused.
Nothing.
The Master of the Knights of Ren stood up, ignited his cross guard, its hiss battling the hisses of the storm, and pushed aside a FN unit. He marched out into the white winds, his figure disappearing from the troopers.

"Show yourself, coward!" Ben yelled, twisting his saber around with his wrist and slashing down into the snow, causing the white powder to fly into the air and another hiss to erupt from the broken kyber crystal.

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"Oh, you mean Telephone Box..." Strange replied, his attention upon the PADD screen. He leaned towards the desk, flipping the small tech and looking closely. "In a way, quite vague, though this makes the situation way easier." Stephen leaned back onto his chair. "Well, from the looks of it, the telephone box is in a desert. This is the first planet, correct?"

Doctor Strange flipped the PADD back around, facing Captain Picard, and slid it across his desk. He'd already memorized every detail he thought to be useful on the small screen.

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"Oh, you mean Telephone Box..." Strange replied, his attention upon the PADD screen. He leaned towards the desk, flipping the small tech and looking closely. "In a way, quite vague, though this makes the situation way easier." Stephen leaned back onto his chair. "Well, from the looks of it, the telephone box is in a desert. This is the first planet, correct?"

Doctor Strange flipped the PADD back around, facing Captain Picard, and slid it across his desk. He'd already memorized every detail he thought to be useful on the small screen.

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Picard nodded. "A city called Mos Eisley," He said, crossing his arms over his chest and stared at the PADD. "Believe it or not, that telephone box is a space-time ship of extraordinary power and its owner is an even more extraordinary being known as 'The Doctor'." He looked up at the sorcerer. "If anyone can help save the multiverse, it is him."

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"Ask that one over there." The bartender replied, sticking out a finger to the booth in the corner of the building. A man in his mid 30s, along with a 7ft rock behemoth, sat chatting with alien babes and bros. "He was drunk~yelled some Guardian crap in my face earlier and demanded another drink with a 'hero's discount'. He doesn't look too bad now."


"That's the funniest thing you've said yet, Banowi!" Peter laughed, drinking some Blue Milk as a recovery from the "Tatooine Sunsets" he chugged earlier.

"Eh~Man, you know what they say: Furhem-Dez..Boh!" The Sullustan Banowi laughed, followed by more laughter from the two aliens between Banowi's arms. Quill hadn't understood, but faked a laugh anyway. It was apart of the Cantina rules to laugh at bad jokes anyway.

"Hey man, is there a Loo? All these Jawa Juice sundaes are doing a number on my stomach." The Kronan scooted out of the booth, opening a free spot beside. Banowi pointed towards the exit.

"Head outta the Cantina and take two sharp left turns. The thrift store with the orange tent should provide some pissing holes." Banowi turned back to Peter Quill and the ladies. "Anyway, back to last Thursday~"
 
And now... the curtain rises.

These ugly creatures could pose a bit of a problem. He was mid-reload but they only showed up once he clicked the chamber closed. He threw down one of his traps in the middle of the ally way, it blinked for a second then seemed to fade from existance. but it was still there. ready to slow opponents and explode on them. The golden demon would have to make an exit and make it quickly. He wasn't mobile, and these things seemed to have manuverability on their side... but he could very easily control that. He steps back, tossing his grendade. All he needed to hit was one and it'd bounce around to four, possibly killing the fourth. Because lets face it, anything with Jhin that was fourth, was absolutely brutal. He used that distraction to move back some more, throwing down another trap as well, flashing before fading away. His hand cannon was ready to fire and no doubt it would rip through anything in his path. These things looked kind of flimsy. Perhaps one bullet each would be enough.
 

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