Roleplay Super Robot Wars Paradox Cascade: ReTrOgression IC

[Guy of Z]

10 Years post Time expatriation, several days after the Time Space collapse

With the fall of the Primordial God Unicron: A reality Warping Blackhole is unleashed, rising from the bones of this mad primordial and threatening to consume both Cybertron and Earth! Triggered by the deathrows of the father of chaos a fissure in the fabric of reality was torn, bursting forth a doorway to the forty third millennium. A time of discordant atrophy and decay, where an imprisoned god lays entrapped on a throne of mottled dust and fear. Thrown to the winds by these concurrent cataclysms, our heroes and villains find themselves forced to create new alliances.

On Earth once united by threats both from within and without, disarray and discord has created a new era, one where jackals and predators and confidence men reign and their webs of deceit clutter all. Within the Shadows a displaced nation, devoured by bitterness and defeat collaborates with the alien menace, while my people the lamented, and benighted Cybertronians carry on a secret war of our own.

Yet, all seemed not to be lost, for heroes, paragons of their respective peoples rose to fill in the void and depravity and fought for a time, forging new coalitions and beating back the night for a time.



Yet, even the mightiest of champions may only hold back the night for long. As the roar of chaos blighted the multiverse, the baleful and bestial of many realities brought their sorrows and tribulations to all! A foolish conflict over something as primitive as an orbital elevator led to a calamity that somehow upset the delicate state of reality even further, in all my life I’ve seen nothing like it.

For the hubris of Kei Katsuragi and his civilizations, ceaseless vendetta against a rival faction's space elevator led to a convulsion across the cosmos that further upset and distorted creation.


On earth Two wayward factions have been tossed about to the side one a task force to counter an invasion force of Subterranean Reptiles called the Dinosaur Empire, and extra terrestrial beings dubbed the BETA. The violence of the time space collapse has left both sides scattered and broken. The Human defenders are left to flee from the vengeful remnants of the Dinosaurs forces.

The Second of these terran belligerents is a loose coalition of renegades and rogues working at the behest of shadowy carrion eaters of whose identity I remain in the dark. Their deeds have ranged from villainy to indirect heroism; their last battle with a surreal cult of worshippers of a terrestrial Feline predator has strained their trust in each other leaving them to disband much to their benefactors dismay. But deep in the jungles, in ruins of ancient temples, these cultists lick their wounds, beyond the reach of even my optical processors, they prepare for their second coming.

A third group comes as well and is perhaps, in the most harrowing of situations, buffeted by cataclysm these warriors were scattered, their original objective laying beyond their reach they soon found themselves at the mercy of Unicron’s former heralds. Scattered, confused and relentlessly pursued by the madmen of a dead god, they seek desperately to reunite and liberate those they once sought to rescue. But even now newcomers seek to advance on the hellish commune, some seek to bring salvation, the others damnation.


Reality is in a state of flux the likes of which I have never witnessed, not in nine billion years of life. Events have changed, some have been erased, origins and beings are different, history has been set and reset, as reality itself endures the agony of rehabilitation. Never have the stakes been greater, for gods are dying, gods are being born, men are now supermen and heroes and villains may soon find themselves interwoven into the cosmic hierarchy, opportunity for salvation and damnation, for fresh starts and the eternal entrapment of old grudges are now open to all...


Primus forgive me

I am Vector Prime, one of the thirteen. Right hand of primus and chronicler of all existence, time’s scribe. And I have failed in my mission to contain the paradox cascade.

But in my failure

There may yet be victory.

 

[Sans_the_Medic]

"Miss Meagan, I've completed my scan and I can confirm that I, uh... Have no clue where we are." Says an apologetic looking Heart from the little holoprojector on the flight console as a pair of ships drift across the vacuum of space. Meagan, the pilot of the lead craft of the two, sighs, leaning back into her flight chair with a sigh.

"Well, ain't that just bloody peachy... Oi, Red lass, any idea what we should do..?" The Argussian asks over comms to the other pilot. She recieves silence. "...Red? Roobs? You okay?"

"...Oi, Ruby, I know yer worried about tha others, but ye need to focus."

"Huh?" The other pilot snaps out of the trance she was in, brain quickly processing what her friend had been saying to her while she was silently panicking spacing out. "Ah, uh... Right, yeah... Yeah you're right, I'm not gonna get back just panicking, heheh..."

"Aye, I need ye out here so donnae go spacing out on me" Meagan chuckles, making light of the situation, "But yeah, what are we gonnae do about all this?"

"Um... Well, just because we don't know where we are doesn't mean it's impossible for us to find someone who does... I think? Uh.. Ask Heart if she can identify any planets that are populated."

The Argussian relays the request to her onboard computer, and Heart nods and dissapears for a few moments before returning "I found one, and it's close by too! Sending navigational commands to Ruby's flight computer and displaying them on yours now."

"Attagirl Heart. Aight Red, Heart found us an inhabited planet. Let's go take a look, aye?"

"Roger, following your six." Ruby acknowledges as the two craft bank and turn towards a planet, turning on their engines to begin flying towards the unknown, but apparently inhabited place nearby. The planet that none of them realized was part of the Sol system. Earth.

 

[Shubi-sama]

On the distance... twirls on the fabric of space-time appeared on the proximities of Proxima Centauri, and from within, appears a blue spaceship. Letters from an unknown language were printed on its hull, and the same twirls that it appeared from, followed from behind the ship, pushing it throught the depths of outer space. On said spaceship, it had two peculiar humanoids on its bridge, looking right at their navigational board, as if they were analyzing it.

One was sitting on a golden throne, holding a cup filled with the finest of wines. He was blonde, of a blue complexion, and wore a military attire with a red cape over it. The other was standing right next to the throne.

Unlike the blonde, he had blueish hair, green skin, dressed in a white, special forces uniform, both arms behind his back, and a smug smile on his face, as he relied his words. "Earth... this planet looks different from what Emperor Zworder has shown us."

The blonde sarcastically relied, however.

"As if the Cosmo Reversal never happened. Is it really Earth we are seeing, Mill?"

"The very same. Only difference, is that there is something enveloping the system it resides, and it somehow makes all Wave Motion technology useless. Perhaps, did the Earthlings discover a way to completely disable Wave Motion?"

"Or maybe, something is blocking the subspace we draw it from?"

"Mill, remember that Zworder said something before we departed; beware of those who give any emotions but love, their screams can stop the seas, split the heavens, and destroy the earth. He knew about this. It is possible that our mission is not only finding the Yamato, but to act as escorts for the White Comet."

Alarms were sounded, and on the screen, showed two lifesigns. As the ship zoomed in to the signal it has detected, it showed two small ships flying towards the Solar System. Transmissions from those ships were intercepted, and the navigational board displayed a map of the local area, which included both the Sol and Proxima Centauri systems.

"Should we follow those ships... Your Excellency The Emperor, Abelt Dessler?"

"They might know about this 'something' stopping us from using Wave Motion. Do as you will."

And so, the blue spaceship followed the signal.

 

[Guy of Z]

Siege ​

The Mississippi was in a state of disarray, grounded due to the recent battle. Both factions onboard were left incapacitated by the Death Cross attack. That combined with another reality disruption left the battlefield in even greater chaos. The Dinosaur Assassins appeared to have dispersed but there were still reports of soldiers missing while surveying the lower decks...the Dinosaur Empire as persistent as ever, would not yield to the Humans or these new foes.



“The hell hit us? Did the Dinosaurs find some way to build their own gravity weapons?” Captain Jackson shouted on the line to command but not before shambling to the deck full of unconscious officers.

“No Jackson there's a new kind of alien they detected…” Static began to overtake the message

“Dammit! Xavier, find anyone you can who is present and deploy them to find some info on these alien bastards and their capabilities.” Jackson shouted to his enigmatic aide who was somehow not even phased by the recent events.

"On it." Xavier said before disappearing as suddenly as he appeared.






Robs head was throbbing; he must have been out for hours….he opened his eyes and came across an unusual sight. A bunch of Green Humanoids in Bird Masks and Metallic Wings. Rob tried to move but he was bound with some kind of restraints.

“So the Human has awoken...tell us how you pilot your mount and we will make your death quick.”

“Who the hell are you? What's with the mask, this Alien Mardi Gras?”

“We are Dark Avians heralds of Emperor Darius The Great. Rejoice as your world is pivotal for the true rebirth of the Zelan people.” The being aimed what seemed to be a pistol at his face while two others had pieces of the shattered wood in the Mesozoic forests the Dinosaurs bioengineered and set them ablaze to use as torches.

Rob knew nothing about what this Big Bird cosplaying freak was about, but he knew a big shot getting ready to play tourturer when he saw one. He had to keep him pretending to be agreeable.

“So what's so great about this Darius cat greenie?” Rob asked as his captors circled him.

“Your ignorance is blinding Human, he is only the greatest mind produced by Zela.” One Avian snapped.


“ He is a glorious God, one fit to lead the universe into a new golden age.”The second alien soldier shouted.

“He is the Savior of the Zelan race who will lead your pitiful race to the inferno where it belongs.” The Interrogator completed.


The Avian's eyes all resembled a Humans but their glances betrayed a sense of inhumanity to his gaze. The creature's eyes were utterly glassy eyed, as if he was a sort of doll but as soon as he mocked his leader they became animated.


The Dinosaurs as inhuman as they were at least distinct from one another, these “Dark Avians” seemed to be so utterly warped that they lacked any real defining traits. Rob was familiar with Brainwashing in his lifetime, but as horrible as the Dinosaurs were, they relied on willing conscripts for their soldier class not drones.



Zane was still in the infirmary but he felt a weapon pointed to his temple but nothing appeared to be there.

“What the?”

“You are my ticket out of here Human, and the key to Getter’s destruction.” A serpentine voice whispered to him.

Oh no... the charges the Dinosaurs set were still being removed...if this guy got there in time the entire ship could go up.

“Now get up and walk out the room.” The invisible Saurian commanded.

Zane groggily rose still recovering from his injuries and the shock from seeing that strange...thing from the other day when that pilot was caught spying by Xavier.

 

[White Wraith]

Siege ​

The Mississippi was in a state of disarray, grounded due to the recent battle. Both factions onboard were left incapacitated by the Death Cross attack. That combined with another reality disruption left the battlefield in even greater chaos. The Dinosaur Assassins appeared to have dispersed but there were still reports of soldiers missing while surveying the lower decks...the Dinosaur Empire as persistent as ever, would not yield to the Humans or these new foes.



“The hell hit us? Did the Dinosaurs find some way to build their own gravity weapons?” Captain Jackson shouted on the line to command but not before shambling to the deck full of unconscious officers.

“No Jackson there's a new kind of alien they detected…” Static began to overtake the message

“Dammit! Xavier, find anyone you can who is present and deploy them to find some info on these alien bastards and their capabilities.” Jackson shouted to his enigmatic aide who was somehow not even phased by the recent events.

"On it." Xavier said before disappearing as suddenly as he appeared.






Robs head was throbbing; he must have been out for hours….he opened his eyes and came across an unusual sight. A bunch of Green Humanoids in Bird Masks and Metallic Wings. Rob tried to move but he was bound with some kind of restraints.

“So the Human has awoken...tell us how you pilot your mount and we will make your death quick.”

“Who the hell are you? What's with the mask, this Alien Mardi Gras?”

“We are Dark Avians heralds of Emperor Darius The Great. Rejoice as your world is pivotal for the true rebirth of the Zelan people.” The being aimed what seemed to be a pistol at his face while two others had pieces of the shattered wood in the Mesozoic forests the Dinosaurs bioengineered and set them ablaze to use as torches.

Rob knew nothing about what this Big Bird cosplaying freak was about, but he knew a big shot getting ready to play tourturer when he saw one. He had to keep him pretending to be agreeable.

“So what's so great about this Darius cat greenie?” Rob asked as his captors circled him.

“Your ignorance is blinding Human, he is only the greatest mind produced by Zela.” One Avian snapped.


“ He is a glorious God, one fit to lead the universe into a new golden age.”The second alien soldier shouted.

“He is the Savior of the Zelan race who will lead your pitiful race to the inferno where it belongs.” The Interrogator completed.


The Avian's eyes all resembled a Humans but their glances betrayed a sense of inhumanity to his gaze. The creature's eyes were utterly glassy eyed, as if he was a sort of doll but as soon as he mocked his leader they became animated.


The Dinosaurs as inhuman as they were at least distinct from one another, these “Dark Avians” seemed to be so utterly warped that they lacked any real defining traits. Rob was familiar with Brainwashing in his lifetime, but as horrible as the Dinosaurs were, they relied on willing conscripts for their soldier class not drones.



Zane was still in the infirmary but he felt a weapon pointed to his temple but nothing appeared to be there.

“What the?”

“You are my ticket out of here Human, and the key to Getter’s destruction.” A serpentine voice whispered to him.

Oh no... the charges the Dinosaurs set were still being removed...if this guy got there in time the entire ship could go up.

“Now get up and walk out the room.” The invisible Saurian commanded.

Zane groggily rose still recovering from his injuries and the shock from seeing that strange...thing from the other day when that pilot was caught spying by Xavier.

It was always something, Alistair thought as he ran through the Mississippi’s lower decks, doing what he could to help. There were no small amount of corpses here, human or lizard, and Alistair himself had suffered wounds as well. He took a moment to wipe blood that was about to trickle down on his eye as he kept moving.

He wondered to himself what went on out there when the ship violently shook. Was it the dinosaurs again or something new? As always, there seemed to be a limitless amount of disasters in this world.

Alistair then saw one of the crew frantically trying to disarm and remove one of the explosive charges the lizards planted. The swordsman had to be wary of any remaining enemies, and he couldn’t rely on only his sight. If Alistair let that person die, the whole Mississippi could suffer...

 

[Ironboi13]

It was...Different. Everywhere he looked, David Johnson would find the planet was...Different. Sure, it was Earth-without any doubt-but...It felt so different. There was this strange feeling in the atmosphere, foreign to David, but known. All of this after that strange flash of light...

The Freedom Gundam II flew high in the sky, too high to be determined by the naked eye. It flew over the skies of Italy, searching for...Anything. There was too much for David to expect, he needed to start somewhere simple...

 

[Cavaliere]

A third group comes as well and is perhaps, in the most harrowing of situations, buffeted by cataclysm these warriors were scattered, their original objective laying beyond their reach they soon found themselves at the mercy of Unicron’s former heralds. Scattered, confused and relentlessly pursued by the madmen of a dead god, they seek desperately to reunite and liberate those they once sought to rescue. But even now newcomers seek to advance on the hellish commune, some seek to bring salvation, the others damnation.


Reality is in a state of flux the likes of which I have never witnessed, not in nine billion years of life. Events have changed, some have been erased, origins and beings are different, history has been set and reset, as reality itself endures the agony of rehabilitation. Never have the stakes been greater, for gods are dying, gods are being born, men are now supermen and heroes and villains may soon find themselves interwoven into the cosmic hierarchy, opportunity for salvation and damnation, for fresh starts and the eternal entrapment of old grudges are now open to all...

William "Liam" Tinmall
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With a deep sigh, Liam put the last piece of armor on the machine he was working on, ending the long process of maintenance on all of the Izumo's equipment. After the attack in space from those transforming vehicles, things had been frantic on the vessel, as preparation for the rescue mission began to pile up and strategies to respond to other incursions were discussed, but the waiting and anticipation had been weighing on his nerves.
If that was but a taste of what the Dark Eldar had in store, what Chaos could do, then this work he was doing was even more important, both fixing and fighting.

The clear example was the Strike get had taken: while in the beginning, he was content to take an Astray (Painted in his colors of course) and improve the performance with tuning and the sensor upgrades. However, when he sortied against the Chaos's forces, it was clear that more firepower was needed and Kira couldn't be relied upon yet. So he took the Null's patch he put together and sortied with the Strike Rouge, losing the extremely versatile backpack but managing to get them enough time to retreat.
His strike now was mounting a new Pack, one much more focussed on long-range and support where he could shine best, but he put the Katana in the loadout too, as he was forced in melee a lot more times than he had anticipated.
Maybe he should improve the maneuverability of the next suit he would build? The files on his datapad were already dense with writing and notes, more and more info gathered from the machines that they had encountered in this odyssey.

Maybe the structure of those transformers?

"Naira? How are things on your end? Anything of importance?"

He asked his partner, the techpriest that he met when the Null still has the GN Drive, that helped install his new heart that has now melted him from the inside.

His knuckles turned white as he has to force his hand to uncurl, not gathering enough courage to look at the corner of the hangar where the half-melted form of the Null Gundam was stashed.

'Soon...'

 

[Kiryu1095]

Siege ​

The Mississippi was in a state of disarray, grounded due to the recent battle. Both factions onboard were left incapacitated by the Death Cross attack. That combined with another reality disruption left the battlefield in even greater chaos. The Dinosaur Assassins appeared to have dispersed but there were still reports of soldiers missing while surveying the lower decks...the Dinosaur Empire as persistent as ever, would not yield to the Humans or these new foes.



“The hell hit us? Did the Dinosaurs find some way to build their own gravity weapons?” Captain Jackson shouted on the line to command but not before shambling to the deck full of unconscious officers.

“No Jackson there's a new kind of alien they detected…” Static began to overtake the message

“Dammit! Xavier, find anyone you can who is present and deploy them to find some info on these alien bastards and their capabilities.” Jackson shouted to his enigmatic aide who was somehow not even phased by the recent events.

"On it." Xavier said before disappearing as suddenly as he appeared.






Robs head was throbbing; he must have been out for hours….he opened his eyes and came across an unusual sight. A bunch of Green Humanoids in Bird Masks and Metallic Wings. Rob tried to move but he was bound with some kind of restraints.

“So the Human has awoken...tell us how you pilot your mount and we will make your death quick.”

“Who the hell are you? What's with the mask, this Alien Mardi Gras?”

“We are Dark Avians heralds of Emperor Darius The Great. Rejoice as your world is pivotal for the true rebirth of the Zelan people.” The being aimed what seemed to be a pistol at his face while two others had pieces of the shattered wood in the Mesozoic forests the Dinosaurs bioengineered and set them ablaze to use as torches.

Rob knew nothing about what this Big Bird cosplaying freak was about, but he knew a big shot getting ready to play tourturer when he saw one. He had to keep him pretending to be agreeable.

“So what's so great about this Darius cat greenie?” Rob asked as his captors circled him.

“Your ignorance is blinding Human, he is only the greatest mind produced by Zela.” One Avian snapped.


“ He is a glorious God, one fit to lead the universe into a new golden age.”The second alien soldier shouted.

“He is the Savior of the Zelan race who will lead your pitiful race to the inferno where it belongs.” The Interrogator completed.


The Avian's eyes all resembled a Humans but their glances betrayed a sense of inhumanity to his gaze. The creature's eyes were utterly glassy eyed, as if he was a sort of doll but as soon as he mocked his leader they became animated.


The Dinosaurs as inhuman as they were at least distinct from one another, these “Dark Avians” seemed to be so utterly warped that they lacked any real defining traits. Rob was familiar with Brainwashing in his lifetime, but as horrible as the Dinosaurs were, they relied on willing conscripts for their soldier class not drones.



Zane was still in the infirmary but he felt a weapon pointed to his temple but nothing appeared to be there.

“What the?”

“You are my ticket out of here Human, and the key to Getter’s destruction.” A serpentine voice whispered to him.

Oh no... the charges the Dinosaurs set were still being removed...if this guy got there in time the entire ship could go up.

“Now get up and walk out the room.” The invisible Saurian commanded.

Zane groggily rose still recovering from his injuries and the shock from seeing that strange...thing from the other day when that pilot was caught spying by Xavier.

Kane would wake up after the assault, trying to recover as he place his hand to his hand as he look around, seeing nothing but chaos.

As he then notice his partner pass out as he try waking her up, “Oi, wake up before those Dino return to finish their hunt”

He said as he then stare around, seeing blood splatter across the hallway and hangar door, and some on the Brian Condor.. good thing it didn’t look like it was a primary target, but where could Great Mazinger be..?

 

[Guy of Z]

Chapter 1




Fissure​

In a darkened control room, on a fantastical yet sinister ship, a mechanical figure hovered; strange propellers protruding from what resembled for shoulders before an activated monitor, while a purple Mechanized being greets him on the screen



“You have returned...are they slain or captured?” His intimidating Red eyes leered at his subordinate.



“They...escaped, we had them in our grasp when some larger organic showed itself and disappeared with them, like...he alerted none of my sensors. It was almost as if he wasn't there.”

“Fool, even Tankor's competence outshines yours. If it wasn’t for his computer Virus, they would have slipped away with a fighter craft indistinguishable from all these Eldar creatures vehicles”

“ So? Scorponok’s technical skill breaks through his moronic shell programming occasionally. No matter how well oiled a soldier you have, all you got at your disposal is an absolute dullard...Autobot.”

“He is a dullard that can bring me results, compared to a has been whose only claim to fame has been playing nursemaid for a Psychopath. I need soldiers who can adapt and innovate, not servile flatterers waxing loyalties to dead Emperors and Gods!”


“Be careful of who you speak to, Obsidian, Cyclonus is loyal to those with power and whoever he deems worthy. As much as it disgusts me, we aren’t too different in that regard, from I’ve been told .”

“You confuse me with the incarnation of myself from your world, in my world loyalty is a fool's creed. I witnessed the power the Megatron in my universe embodied and took it. Rather than serving whoever rules Cybertron blindly, I decided I would embody it. I am power! That is why Unicron selected me of all of my infinite variants, and why you still follow my commands despite your whining. Now find and bring me their heads!”


Angrily Obsidian ended the transmission and the screen was filled with the twisted hunts the Dark Eldar partake in on this strange focal point for dimensional castaways. If his allies were too incompetent to track them, he would need to bait them with the suffering of their fellow organic sentients.

I was transported to another world! But then I was taken to the Slave Chambers and tortured for soul food for Alien Elves!​

There was nothing but darkness after John was suddenly hit by that Truck while he was on his way to cash his rent money so he could personally meet his favorite e-girl, at first he wondered if he was dead but he opened his eyes to see a horrific sight. He awoke in some kind of futuristic earth-like city...but it was decorated with Dark Monuments to strange Elven beings and the still living bodies of the tortured stitched together onto walls of buildings and terrain like a sick tapestry.

John fled deeper into the ruins of an old domicile and tried to think his situation over to himself. Searching for a good place to hide John heard a room with water running. “Could it be someone living here?” He hoped whatever built the monuments was not here now.

It appeared to be in a bathroom, hopelessly without regard to decency or possibly too afraid to consider he could be walking in on someone, John entered the room and came across a woman whose back was turned completely naked towards him in a running bathtub. Tripping on some of the water overflowing the tub John fell headfirst into the woman's chest.

“I...um I’m sorry ma’am. I thought there wasn’t anyone here...you know this place doesn’t seem very safe what are you doing out here alone?” John tried to converse with the woman but he was returned with nothing but deathly silence. Her skin was so deathly pale; it must be some kind of skin condition.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, it's just this place looks like it's been invaded by aliens or something and…” John suddenly noticed there were no legs attached to the woman and her body was suspended in the air like it was floating.

“Gh...ghost!”

“Oh Mon-Keigh how thoughtful of you, but I fear you are far too late, the aliens you speak of have been here for quite some time, Ahahahahaah!!!” A not so female voice spoke for the seemingly dead spectre.


John got up and turned around to flee but only to find himself caught in some kind of net composed of spikes. Pain radiated off of his entire body the more he struggled and screamed.



The poor souls' agony could be heard nearby by a peculiar group of individuals in a ruined cityscape, each being housed was more unusual than the next.



One was a man in a ruined uniform and a Commissar’s cap, he seemed exhausted beyond words and across from him stood a massive figure clad in golden Armor and a smaller but still imposing dark muscled man bearing army garb and a mechanical hand. Nearby individuals included a varied degree of convicts and murderers conscripted to fight or die for their antisocial acts, Grim Warriors in gas masks, a lost scientist, a young man who thought his life was a video game or an anime, a strange woman with fox ears, two individuals in pilots uniforms and a Space marine cladded in black armor and strange bone spurs around his body.


The individual that had gathered this strange compilation of individuals was long absent, he gave no notion of his motive or reason for being a benefactor, and the only proof of his existence were the massive underlings he left behind. Black clad Space Marines in seemingly older armors then the one in the company of Hazantcore there was an air of mystery to them not unlike their master, the ghostlike Cipher.


Gazing through an obscured telescope, the Commissar, Goswalt observed the atrocity unfolding outside and could see the figures of the groups pursuers...the infernal Generals of some new unspeakable God named Unicron and two Abominable intelligences. At least that was what those newcomers who escaped from the Xeno’s arenas and the otherworlder pilots told him.



Now he was stuck here, he was not utterly sure what became of those primitive Knight pilots with elaborate colors that accompanied them...he earnestly hoped they were safe but that was a distant hope in this hellscape. He knew legends and rumors of the Xeno’s twisted city in their infernal realm, he feared this place resembled it. The worst part of this situation was



Hazantcore merely stood in silence, knowing he needed to purge the Dark Eldar from this region, lest they attract the even greater foe of Chaos to an unprepared and significantly more disjointed planet. He couldn’t be sure all of his allies were alive after the separation in the crash but he would, at the very least, try to avenge them.

Near the crash site within the colony​

Devcon ached, he almost went into stasis lock but took as many of the Humans he could before the others vanished. He and CatSCAN managed to bust their way into an abandoned building filled with derelict Mechs. He smelled opportunity if that Liam character the Humans had with them came by, the machine he brought with him was of a similar frame but his was wrecked beyond recognition.


Sumire looked at the broken Machines in the abandoned factory and felt hopeless, they were all lost in some kind of futuristic hellzone not unlike Tokyo when the Demons occupied it. These creatures, the Dark Eldar truly were as horrific as described by Hazantcore. It made it more galling how powerless she felt in the face of it all. They had come to save Amamiya from her captors but the state of this infernal city made her heart sink. Could she still even be alive?

“You shouldn’t sweat it so much, even with your current load out you couldn’t even dent those Vehicons paint job. I know that guy commanding that attack, Cyclonus was one of Galvatron and Cryotek’s lieutenants.” Devcon didn’t even need to use his sensors to figure out the older female in the group was distressed at the mission's outcome. He had seen too many bots, the privileged few he called friends in the past tear, themselves apart over past mistakes before.

“How did he know we were on the ship?”

“It wasn’t him, somehow, someone managed to enter a backdoor in whatever passes for a computer in those Organics ship, found us through deduction and shut the ship down. He’s not that skilled with computer viruses, he's always been a thug for the latest Decepticon honcho.”


“How do you know each other?”

“Long story short we’re two races Autobot and Decepticon, we had a war we made a grudging peace and a guy named after their old leader threatened that by attacking everyone. We were forced to work together but Cyclonus betrayed us and killed several of our friends in the process to stop him.” Devcon still remembered Rodimus’s sacrifice to stop him and Cryotek, that petrol bunny eared freak had a lot of deaths to answer for.


. His sensors suddenly detected several intruders.


“I see you are holding down the fort, Devcon.” A familiar voice said

“Who’s there?”


A humanoid Transformer with the features of a Techno organic Manta Ray stode before him.

“Depth Charge? What in Primus’s slaggin’ name brought you here?”

“He did.”

The visage of Optimus Primal revealed himself to the building's occupants. Devcon's first thought was that the Maximal captain’s armor once again looked like that ungainly smattering of Neon highlights on top of a dark brown body. Even when he first saw him revived he felt there was no way any Simian lifeform could conducively survive in the wild with a coat of fur with a blatant disregard to darwinian theory, but then again if he somehow manage to find a way back into existence after fragging that wannabe Megatron once and for all and survive Unicron’s innards as they ripped itself apart, then perhaps Primus does indeed work in strange ways when it comes to raising the dead.


Indeed, the fact he could be standing that nonchalantly in front of him was a question that needed a more immediate address.


“Optimus...How did you survive Unicron going up? Last I knew you got slagged with the rest of them in his cauldron straight out of The Pit..”



“Well do you want the long story or the short one” Primal said with a slightly inquisitive look towards the Smuggler, “Seeing as how much of a hurry you are in I can only assume you want the explanation as short as possible”


“Nah Primal, just take your time. No doubt you have quite the long winded speech to tell them.” Depth Charge’s Snide comment caused the eyes of all present to glare at him. Sensing that perhaps this wasn’t the time for comments, he uncharacteristically-and smartly-wised up, only giving Primal an uneasy nod in agreement that it was best for him to shut his exhaust pipe.


“As I was saying…”

 

[Flying Panda]

Somewhere next to a coastline in Italy, a curious scene occured.

From a desolate landmark, marked by lack of civilization and hills that accentuated the terrain with varied curves arching upwards and downards, adourned by a lively green natural grass that was charred and burnt on a few select spots of varying shapes and sizes, a stray group of four dinosaur soldiers howled loudly in pain into the sky. Their minds were crushed numb by the excruciating pain of having their bodies shot, mangled, bruised, blasted, mutilated, crushed and thrown around. The fluids they leaked soaked up the tall grass, coating puddles of it in red as the small patrol unit thrown astray by the sudden temporal shift had met a swift end.

The slayer who stood triumphantly before the disfigured dinosaur bodies appeared to be a huge robot of twenty-four meters, plated with a combination of a greyish silver and yellow, retracting a blade of neon green energy mounted on its right arm now that it had served its purpose on the small emergency skirmish that had taken place. The Orbital Frame with subtle traces of egyptian aesthetic was placed on temporary standby.

From within the unit's computer systems, the distinctive robotic voice of a female A.I. came into life to communicate into the pilot inside the cockpit. "The threats have been eliminated. The armor plating has sustained some damage, but the internal components are in good condition. Considering it was your first time piloting Jehuty, your combat efficiency was not bad."

The pale-skinned sweaty female pilot breathed in relief. Her right hand ruffled a few locks of her thigh-long grape wine hair off the front of her face. "Augh... Whatever... I'm just glad this is over and I made it out of this alive." She expressed her present disconcern for 'combat efficiency'. "But it wouldn't hurt to try out those combat simulations of yours when there isn't something trying to kill us."

"Understood. I'll make a note about it and remind you later. May I register your name?"

"Melissa. Melissa Valentine."

"Your name has been registered. What shall your next command be?"

Melissa quickly became thoughtful about her next move as she wiped sweat off her right brow with an index finger and flicked it off into the cockpit's floor. She threw one last glance at the dinosaur bodies plastered on the grassy floor. Deep inside, she knew very well it could get a lot worse than this, and when it did, being alone was going to be very stupid for the likes of a greenhorn like her. Acting on her command inputs, the Jehuty's mounted wings unfolded and propelled it vertically into the sky to gain some altitude.

"Ada, can you connect into a GPS signal and find me either the Mississippi or the nearest FPA outpost? I need to contact my superiors."

The A.I. whom apparently attended by the name of Ada complied. Lines of code were quickly executed within the computer's processing structure to borrow a satellite signal and utilize a GPS. "Processing..."

Siege ​

The Mississippi was in a state of disarray, grounded due to the recent battle. Both factions onboard were left incapacitated by the Death Cross attack. That combined with another reality disruption left the battlefield in even greater chaos. The Dinosaur Assassins appeared to have dispersed but there were still reports of soldiers missing while surveying the lower decks...the Dinosaur Empire as persistent as ever, would not yield to the Humans or these new foes.



“The hell hit us? Did the Dinosaurs find some way to build their own gravity weapons?” Captain Jackson shouted on the line to command but not before shambling to the deck full of unconscious officers.

“No Jackson there's a new kind of alien they detected…” Static began to overtake the message

“Dammit! Xavier, find anyone you can who is present and deploy them to find some info on these alien bastards and their capabilities.” Jackson shouted to his enigmatic aide who was somehow not even phased by the recent events.

"On it." Xavier said before disappearing as suddenly as he appeared.






Robs head was throbbing; he must have been out for hours….he opened his eyes and came across an unusual sight. A bunch of Green Humanoids in Bird Masks and Metallic Wings. Rob tried to move but he was bound with some kind of restraints.

“So the Human has awoken...tell us how you pilot your mount and we will make your death quick.”

“Who the hell are you? What's with the mask, this Alien Mardi Gras?”

“We are Dark Avians heralds of Emperor Darius The Great. Rejoice as your world is pivotal for the true rebirth of the Zelan people.” The being aimed what seemed to be a pistol at his face while two others had pieces of the shattered wood in the Mesozoic forests the Dinosaurs bioengineered and set them ablaze to use as torches.

Rob knew nothing about what this Big Bird cosplaying freak was about, but he knew a big shot getting ready to play tourturer when he saw one. He had to keep him pretending to be agreeable.

“So what's so great about this Darius cat greenie?” Rob asked as his captors circled him.

“Your ignorance is blinding Human, he is only the greatest mind produced by Zela.” One Avian snapped.


“ He is a glorious God, one fit to lead the universe into a new golden age.”The second alien soldier shouted.

“He is the Savior of the Zelan race who will lead your pitiful race to the inferno where it belongs.” The Interrogator completed.


The Avian's eyes all resembled a Humans but their glances betrayed a sense of inhumanity to his gaze. The creature's eyes were utterly glassy eyed, as if he was a sort of doll but as soon as he mocked his leader they became animated.


The Dinosaurs as inhuman as they were at least distinct from one another, these “Dark Avians” seemed to be so utterly warped that they lacked any real defining traits. Rob was familiar with Brainwashing in his lifetime, but as horrible as the Dinosaurs were, they relied on willing conscripts for their soldier class not drones.



Zane was still in the infirmary but he felt a weapon pointed to his temple but nothing appeared to be there.

“What the?”

“You are my ticket out of here Human, and the key to Getter’s destruction.” A serpentine voice whispered to him.

Oh no... the charges the Dinosaurs set were still being removed...if this guy got there in time the entire ship could go up.

“Now get up and walk out the room.” The invisible Saurian commanded.

Zane groggily rose still recovering from his injuries and the shock from seeing that strange...thing from the other day when that pilot was caught spying by Xavier.

While the Mississippi's guard was down, it was relatively easy for Ada to pinpoint the ship's location. "I've found it. I'm displaying the location on the radar, just follow the arrow and you'll arrive there in ETA 25 minutes. Shall I attempt to patch you through their communications?"

"Yes, please. I'm probably M.I.A right now for all they know. It would be nice if they didn't shoot me on sight."

"Understood."

With that, Ada opened up a communications channel trying to connect into the Mississippi's comms central to initiate a broadcast under the pretext of a soldier attempting to report for duty. Meanwhile, the Orbital Frame was guided through the skies overlooking the fleeing wildlife, beginning to approach.

 

[Guy of Z]

It was always something, Alistair thought as he ran through the Mississippi’s lower decks, doing what he could to help. There were no small amount of corpses here, human or lizard, and Alistair himself had suffered wounds as well. He took a moment to wipe blood that was about to trickle down on his eye as he kept moving.

He wondered to himself what went on out there when the ship violently shook. Was it the dinosaurs again or something new? As always, there seemed to be a limitless amount of disasters in this world.

Alistair then saw one of the crew frantically trying to disarm and remove one of the explosive charges the lizards planted. The swordsman had to be wary of any remaining enemies, and he couldn’t rely on only his sight. If Alistair let that person die, the whole Mississippi could suffer...

Somewhere next to a coastline in Italy, a curious scene occured.

From a desolate landmark, marked by lack of civilization and hills that accentuated the terrain with varied curves arching upwards and downards, adourned by a lively green natural grass that was charred and burnt on a few select spots of varying shapes and sizes, a stray group of four dinosaur soldiers howled loudly in pain into the sky. Their minds were crushed numb by the excruciating pain of having their bodies shot, mangled, bruised, blasted, mutilated, crushed and thrown around. The fluids they leaked soaked up the tall grass, coating puddles of it in red as the small patrol unit thrown astray by the sudden temporal shift had met a swift end.

The slayer who stood triumphantly before the disfigured dinosaur bodies appeared to be a huge robot of twenty-four meters, plated with a combination of a greyish silver and yellow, retracting a blade of neon green energy mounted on its right arm now that it had served its purpose on the small emergency skirmish that had taken place. The Orbital Frame with subtle traces of egyptian aesthetic was placed on temporary standby.

From within the unit's computer systems, the distinctive robotic voice of a female A.I. came into life to communicate into the pilot inside the cockpit. "The threats have been eliminated. The armor plating has sustained some damage, but the internal components are in good condition. Considering it was your first time piloting Jehuty, your combat efficiency was not bad."

The pale-skinned sweaty female pilot breathed in relief. Her right hand ruffled a few locks of her thigh-long grape wine hair off the front of her face. "Augh... Whatever... I'm just glad this is over and I made it out of this alive." She expressed her present disconcern for 'combat efficiency'. "But it wouldn't hurt to try out those combat simulations of yours when there isn't something trying to kill us."

"Understood. I'll make a note about it and remind you later. May I register your name?"

"Melissa. Melissa Valentine."

"Your name has been registered. What shall your next command be?"

Melissa quickly became thoughtful about her next move as she wiped sweat off her right brow with an index finger and flicked it off into the cockpit's floor. She threw one last glance at the dinosaur bodies plastered on the grassy floor. Deep inside, she knew very well it could get a lot worse than this, and when it did, being alone was going to be very stupid for the likes of a greenhorn like her. Acting on her command inputs, the Jehuty's mounted wings unfolded and propelled it vertically into the sky to gain some altitude.

"Ada, can you connect into a GPS signal and find me either the Mississippi or the nearest FPA outpost? I need to contact my superiors."

The A.I. whom apparently attended by the name of Ada complied. Lines of code were quickly executed within the computer's processing structure to borrow a satellite signal and utilize a GPS. "Processing..."



While the Mississippi's guard was down, it was relatively easy for Ada to pinpoint the ship's location. "I've found it. I'm displaying the location on the radar, just follow the arrow and you'll arrive there in ETA 25 minutes. Shall I attempt to patch you through their communications?"

"Yes, please. I'm probably M.I.A right now for all they know. It would be nice if they didn't shoot me on sight."

"Understood."

With that, Ada opened up a communications channel trying to connect into the Mississippi's comms central to initiate a broadcast under the pretext of a soldier attempting to report for duty. Meanwhile, the Orbital Frame was guided through the skies overlooking the fleeing wildlife, beginning to approach.

It was...Different. Everywhere he looked, David Johnson would find the planet was...Different. Sure, it was Earth-without any doubt-but...It felt so different. There was this strange feeling in the atmosphere, foreign to David, but known. All of this after that strange flash of light...

The Freedom Gundam II flew high in the sky, too high to be determined by the naked eye. It flew over the skies of Italy, searching for...Anything. There was too much for David to expect, he needed to start somewhere simple...

Kane would wake up after the assault, trying to recover as he place his hand to his hand as he look around, seeing nothing but chaos.

As he then notice his partner pass out as he try waking her up, “Oi, wake up before those Dino return to finish their hunt”

He said as he then stare around, seeing blood splatter across the hallway and hangar door, and some on the Brian Condor.. good thing it didn’t look like it was a primary target, but where could Great Mazinger be..?

Several Mechasaur units came ablaze and detonated, leaving the surviving machines scattered on the viewscreen. Dinosaur units and Earthling units alike were in mass disarray and chaos. Above the disarray in earth's orbit, were 4 Starcraft joining together.

“HAHAHA wonderful.” A massive Humanoid in brown said triumphantly.

“These Dinosaurs are formidable foes, unlike the Humans they have technological superiority.” A second humanoid more slim and in blue armor said

“Don’t tell me you want to negotiate with those throwbacks?” His brown counterpart asked.

“The only thing they are better at than earthlings is resisting the inevitable, the Humans may have defeated the Saurians more powerful weapons at a cost; A massive battle, whose scope was going off of all the viable energy signatures.” A third Giant said, this one donning an insectoid battle helmet.

“There's been a massive energy charge detected, someone amongst the earthlings has something on par with even our weapons!” A final giant in purple said after observing the battle.

“I thought those useless Avian's already captured one of the more powerful units the humans had, undamaged. No matter... we shall deploy a Black Monster to destroy or capture it.”

“It could be formidable, deploy the Demon of the desert, it's the perfect chance to herald our conquest of earth with it and Sasoringer!” The bug eyed general suggested.

“The Dinosaurs are no pushovers, Asimov, the weapon they have to counter the Human Machines and terraform the world is being mass produced. The Humans themselves have their own more unstable imitations of the Death Cross formation dubbed “G-Bombs”.”

“Heh,let them have their toys, the Black Army mastered gravity long before both of these races could even pierce the stars. These imitations can’t compare to a race that has harnessed gravitonic death staring them in the eye.”



In the hanger, Zane passed by Alistair, yearning for some kind of chance of salvation. The Dinosaur spy was nowhere to be seen, but he couldn't tell if the strange swordsman could detect him or not. It had to be afraid of being seen by Xavier if only he was present now…



Rob was in no better shape it seemed, the avian Humanoids took him to see the Command ship in the distance.

“Get ready for a demonstration Human. A parting gift to see before your demise.” one of the Zelan soldiers mocked.

Before he knew it, a massive earthquake shook the entire region and two giant robotic hands grasped the Mississippi and lifted it into the air.

“Behold the reborn, Demon of the Desert!.”

 

[OceaniaOtaku]

Chapter 1




Fissure​

In a darkened control room, on a fantastical yet sinister ship, a mechanical figure hovered; strange propellers protruding from what resembled for shoulders before an activated monitor, while a purple Mechanized being greets him on the screen



“You have returned...are they slain or captured?” His intimidating Red eyes leered at his subordinate.



“They...escaped, we had them in our grasp when some larger organic showed itself and disappeared with them, like...he alerted none of my sensors. It was almost as if he wasn't there.”

“Fool, even Tankor's competence outshines yours. If it wasn’t for his computer Virus, they would have slipped away with a fighter craft indistinguishable from all these Eldar creatures vehicles”

“ So? Scorponok’s technical skill breaks through his moronic shell programming occasionally. No matter how well oiled a soldier you have, all you got at your disposal is an absolute dullard...Autobot.”

“He is a dullard that can bring me results, compared to a has been whose only claim to fame has been playing nursemaid for a Psychopath. I need soldiers who can adapt and innovate, not servile flatterers waxing loyalties to dead Emperors and Gods!”


“Be careful of who you speak to, Obsidian, Cyclonus is loyal to those with power and whoever he deems worthy. As much as it disgusts me, we aren’t too different in that regard, from I’ve been told .”

“You confuse me with the incarnation of myself from your world, in my world loyalty is a fool's creed. I witnessed the power the Megatron in my universe embodied and took it. Rather than serving whoever rules Cybertron blindly, I decided I would embody it. I am power! That is why Unicron selected me of all of my infinite variants, and why you still follow my commands despite your whining. Now find and bring me their heads!”


Angrily Obsidian ended the transmission and the screen was filled with the twisted hunts the Dark Eldar partake in on this strange focal point for dimensional castaways. If his allies were too incompetent to track them, he would need to bait them with the suffering of their fellow organic sentients.

I was transported to another world! But then I was taken to the Slave Chambers and tortured for soul food for Alien Elves!​

There was nothing but darkness after John was suddenly hit by that Truck while he was on his way to cash his rent money so he could personally meet his favorite e-girl, at first he wondered if he was dead but he opened his eyes to see a horrific sight. He awoke in some kind of futuristic earth-like city...but it was decorated with Dark Monuments to strange Elven beings and the still living bodies of the tortured stitched together onto walls of buildings and terrain like a sick tapestry.

John fled deeper into the ruins of an old domicile and tried to think his situation over to himself. Searching for a good place to hide John heard a room with water running. “Could it be someone living here?” He hoped whatever built the monuments was not here now.

It appeared to be in a bathroom, hopelessly without regard to decency or possibly too afraid to consider he could be walking in on someone, John entered the room and came across a woman whose back was turned completely naked towards him in a running bathtub. Tripping on some of the water overflowing the tub John fell headfirst into the woman's chest.

“I...um I’m sorry ma’am. I thought there wasn’t anyone here...you know this place doesn’t seem very safe what are you doing out here alone?” John tried to converse with the woman but he was returned with nothing but deathly silence. Her skin was so deathly pale; it must be some kind of skin condition.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, it's just this place looks like it's been invaded by aliens or something and…” John suddenly noticed there were no legs attached to the woman and her body was suspended in the air like it was floating.

“Gh...ghost!”

“Oh Mon-Keigh how thoughtful of you, but I fear you are far too late, the aliens you speak of have been here for quite some time, Ahahahahaah!!!” A not so female voice spoke for the seemingly dead spectre.


John got up and turned around to flee but only to find himself caught in some kind of net composed of spikes. Pain radiated off of his entire body the more he struggled and screamed.



The poor souls' agony could be heard nearby by a peculiar group of individuals in a ruined cityscape, each being housed was more unusual than the next.



One was a man in a ruined uniform and a Commissar’s cap, he seemed exhausted beyond words and across from him stood a massive figure clad in golden Armor and a smaller but still imposing dark muscled man bearing army garb and a mechanical hand. Nearby individuals included a varied degree of convicts and murderers conscripted to fight or die for their antisocial acts, Grim Warriors in gas masks, a lost scientist, a young man who thought his life was a video game or an anime, a strange woman with fox ears, two individuals in pilots uniforms and a Space marine cladded in black armor and strange bone spurs around his body.


The individual that had gathered this strange compilation of individuals was long absent, he gave no notion of his motive or reason for being a benefactor, and the only proof of his existence were the massive underlings he left behind. Black clad Space Marines in seemingly older armors then the one in the company of Hazantcore there was an air of mystery to them not unlike their master, the ghostlike Cipher.


Gazing through an obscured telescope, the Commissar, Goswalt observed the atrocity unfolding outside and could see the figures of the groups pursuers...the infernal Generals of some new unspeakable God named Unicron and two Abominable intelligences. At least that was what those newcomers who escaped from the Xeno’s arenas and the otherworlder pilots told him.



Now he was stuck here, he was not utterly sure what became of those primitive Knight pilots with elaborate colors that accompanied them...he earnestly hoped they were safe but that was a distant hope in this hellscape. He knew legends and rumors of the Xeno’s twisted city in their infernal realm, he feared this place resembled it. The worst part of this situation was



Hazantcore merely stood in silence, knowing he needed to purge the Dark Eldar from this region, lest they attract the even greater foe of Chaos to an unprepared and significantly more disjointed planet. He couldn’t be sure all of his allies were alive after the separation in the crash but he would, at the very least, try to avenge them.

Near the crash site within the colony​

Devcon ached, he almost went into stasis lock but took as many of the Humans he could before the others vanished. He and CatSCAN managed to bust their way into an abandoned building filled with derelict Mechs. He smelled opportunity if that Liam character the Humans had with them came by, the machine he brought with him was of a similar frame but his was wrecked beyond recognition.


Sumire looked at the broken Machines in the abandoned factory and felt hopeless, they were all lost in some kind of futuristic hellzone not unlike Tokyo when the Demons occupied it. These creatures, the Dark Eldar truly were as horrific as described by Hazantcore. It made it more galling how powerless she felt in the face of it all. They had come to save Amamiya from her captors but the state of this infernal city made her heart sink. Could she still even be alive?

“You shouldn’t sweat it so much, even with your current load out you couldn’t even dent those Vehicons paint job. I know that guy commanding that attack, Cyclonus was one of Galvatron and Cryotek’s lieutenants.” Devcon didn’t even need to use his sensors to figure out the older female in the group was distressed at the mission's outcome. He had seen too many bots, the privileged few he called friends in the past tear, themselves apart over past mistakes before.

“How did he know we were on the ship?”

“It wasn’t him, somehow, someone managed to enter a backdoor in whatever passes for a computer in those Organics ship, found us through deduction and shut the ship down. He’s not that skilled with computer viruses, he's always been a thug for the latest Decepticon honcho.”


“How do you know each other?”

“Long story short we’re two races Autobot and Decepticon, we had a war we made a grudging peace and a guy named after their old leader threatened that by attacking everyone. We were forced to work together but Cyclonus betrayed us and killed several of our friends in the process to stop him.” Devcon still remembered Rodimus’s sacrifice to stop him and Cryotek, that petrol bunny eared freak had a lot of deaths to answer for.


. His sensors suddenly detected several intruders.


“I see you are holding down the fort, Devcon.” A familiar voice said

“Who’s there?”


A humanoid Transformer with the features of a Techno organic Manta Ray stode before him.

“Depth Charge? What in Primus’s slaggin’ name brought you here?”

“He did.”

The visage of Optimus Primal revealed himself to the building's occupants. Devcon's first thought was that the Maximal captain’s armor once again looked like that ungainly smattering of Neon highlights on top of a dark brown body. Even when he first saw him revived he felt there was no way any Simian lifeform could conducively survive in the wild with a coat of fur with a blatant disregard to darwinian theory, but then again if he somehow manage to find a way back into existence after fragging that wannabe Megatron once and for all and survive Unicron’s innards as they ripped itself apart, then perhaps Primus does indeed work in strange ways when it comes to raising the dead.


Indeed, the fact he could be standing that nonchalantly in front of him was a question that needed a more immediate address.


“Optimus...How did you survive Unicron going up? Last I knew you got slagged with the rest of them in his cauldron straight out of The Pit..”



“Well do you want the long story or the short one” Primal said with a slightly inquisitive look towards the Smuggler, “Seeing as how much of a hurry you are in I can only assume you want the explanation as short as possible”


“Nah Primal, just take your time. No doubt you have quite the long winded speech to tell them.” Depth Charge’s Snide comment caused the eyes of all present to glare at him. Sensing that perhaps this wasn’t the time for comments, he uncharacteristically-and smartly-wised up, only giving Primal an uneasy nod in agreement that it was best for him to shut his exhaust pipe.


“As I was saying…”

Identity: C1/Cameron Hich

Location: ...Unknown.

Status: Tenjin Fully Operational, No Known Intel on Current Location and Surrounding Sectors

-------------------------------------------------

C1... No, Cameron Hich was lost on a world that he did not recognise.

There was no better way to explain his situation right now, considering that he was cut off from the Prototype Collective. He couldn't hear a single voice that he would know. Not even Alpha herself.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was so used to independence from his true role, he would have suffered a panic attack. Fortunately, the boons of having a life where you spent your life up to military service as normal as it could be in the galaxy, means that you can handle some situations fairly well with a calm head.

No, what concerned him, was the fact that he noticed that there were beings across the deep space, that was hunting for him... He didn't know if he was a part of a large umbrella category that involves foreigners from other galaxies, or Alpha forbid, other dimensions entirely, or he was hunted specifically for something else entirely.

But there was one thing he was sure of. Whoever was hunting him... They are maliciously sentient machinery, and that unsettled him. The closest to such beings were the Prototypes themselves, born to be superior to humanity in many ways, with the intention to usurp their creators as the dominant race of the galaxy, engineered to follow a pseudo hive-mind which dictate most of their actions and goals. Cameron himself, was considered to be a rare exception, in that he was a infiltrator, meant to bear a human facade to slip into the key positions of armies, so that the betrayal would be effective and swift at a single signal from Alpha herself.

When it comes to the malicious metal beings... With what psychic powers he had, all he could feel from them was pure malice towards all beings of flesh and blood, as well as a toxic mix of hate, disgust, arrogance, and many different sinful emotions. At least it gave him a virtue of a definite enemy, something that would made things easier back where he was.

If only he could find allies... There has to be people that share the same situation as him. With the charisma that Cameron Hich's idealism and kindness gives, it should help people in trusting him, as he is in genuine need for allies, despite his directive to not get attached. to humans and other beings at all. Without Alpha here, his only choice is to trust himself until he can reconnect with the hive-mind to clarify the situation.

For now, his only move was to keep evading the detection of those metal beings, and continue to the nearest planet. Thankfully, when he was dragged from his reality by some sort of warp phenomenon, his Tenjin was supplied to full power, which means that he can handle fighting for a while, until he can find friendly aid to help supply him.

Wait... There was a colony ahead... and although it was in ruins... The sensors picked up faint signals from it, and none of them match the previously designated hostiles that he observed. Perhaps... just perhaps, his aid might come sooner than expected.

Now all he had to do... while he set his course towards the colony... is to rehearse his own 'mask', so that he doesn't instigate distrust among the possibly cordial people that might be sheltering in those ruins...

 

[Kiryu1095]

Several Mechasaur units came ablaze and detonated, leaving the surviving machines scattered on the viewscreen. Dinosaur units and Earthling units alike were in mass disarray and chaos. Above the disarray in earth's orbit, were 4 Starcraft joining together.

“HAHAHA wonderful.” A massive Humanoid in brown said triumphantly.

“These Dinosaurs are formidable foes, unlike the Humans they have technological superiority.” A second humanoid more slim and in blue armor said

“Don’t tell me you want to negotiate with those throwbacks?” His brown counterpart asked.

“The only thing they are better at than earthlings is resisting the inevitable, the Humans may have defeated the Saurians more powerful weapons at a cost; A massive battle, whose scope was going off of all the viable energy signatures.” A third Giant said, this one donning an insectoid battle helmet.

“There's been a massive energy charge detected, someone amongst the earthlings has something on par with even our weapons!” A final giant in purple said after observing the battle.

“I thought those useless Avian's already captured one of the more powerful units the humans had, undamaged. No matter... we shall deploy a Black Monster to destroy or capture it.”

“It could be formidable, deploy the Demon of the desert, it's the perfect chance to herald our conquest of earth with it and Sasoringer!” The bug eyed general suggested.

“The Dinosaurs are no pushovers, Asimov, the weapon they have to counter the Human Machines and terraform the world is being mass produced. The Humans themselves have their own more unstable imitations of the Death Cross formation dubbed “G-Bombs”.”

“Heh,let them have their toys, the Black Army mastered gravity long before both of these races could even pierce the stars. These imitations can’t compare to a race that has harnessed gravitonic death staring them in the eye.”



In the hanger, Zane passed by Alistair, yearning for some kind of chance of salvation. The Dinosaur spy was nowhere to be seen, but he couldn't tell if the strange swordsman could detect him or not. It had to be afraid of being seen by Xavier if only he was present now…



Rob was in no better shape it seemed, the avian Humanoids took him to see the Command ship in the distance.

“Get ready for a demonstration Human. A parting gift to see before your demise.” one of the Zelan soldiers mocked.

Before he knew it, a massive earthquake shook the entire region and two giant robotic hands grasped the Mississippi and lifted it into the air.

“Behold the reborn, Demon of the Desert!.”

Kane could feel the ship start shaking, as if a giant beast got a grasp on it, he couldn’t let it destroy them that easily.

He would quickly grab his partner and rush to the condor, setting her on the back while he started up the jet, the controls coming alive.

“Wait for me Great, I’m coming” he said, as the Condor started hovering, and turn to the open hangar, and blasted off.

Flying out, he could see the giant beast shaking the Mississippi, he would then pull a 180 and flew underneath the giant machine, locating the hangar Great was in, as he shouted.

“MAZIN! GO!”

Upon command, Great would Awaken, roaring like a lion as it AI took control of it, moving both it legs out of the station it was in, before existing out of the hangar.

Not far, Kane would witness Great Mazinger existing the hangar as he then flew into the crown of his mecha head, “FIRE ON!”

As the condor made contact with the mecha, turning the machine on, both it vibrant yellow eyes symbolize that the mecha came alive, before striking a dynamic pose!

“Now I’ll be taking this from you! GREAT TYPHOON!”

He said, as the Great mouth would start breathing intense winds, to push the Giant purple machine away, hoping he could get it to drop the Mississippi so Great Mazinger could catch it and set it on the ground.

 

[Shubi-sama]

Chapter 1




Fissure​

In a darkened control room, on a fantastical yet sinister ship, a mechanical figure hovered; strange propellers protruding from what resembled for shoulders before an activated monitor, while a purple Mechanized being greets him on the screen



“You have returned...are they slain or captured?” His intimidating Red eyes leered at his subordinate.



“They...escaped, we had them in our grasp when some larger organic showed itself and disappeared with them, like...he alerted none of my sensors. It was almost as if he wasn't there.”

“Fool, even Tankor's competence outshines yours. If it wasn’t for his computer Virus, they would have slipped away with a fighter craft indistinguishable from all these Eldar creatures vehicles”

“ So? Scorponok’s technical skill breaks through his moronic shell programming occasionally. No matter how well oiled a soldier you have, all you got at your disposal is an absolute dullard...Autobot.”

“He is a dullard that can bring me results, compared to a has been whose only claim to fame has been playing nursemaid for a Psychopath. I need soldiers who can adapt and innovate, not servile flatterers waxing loyalties to dead Emperors and Gods!”


“Be careful of who you speak to, Obsidian, Cyclonus is loyal to those with power and whoever he deems worthy. As much as it disgusts me, we aren’t too different in that regard, from I’ve been told .”

“You confuse me with the incarnation of myself from your world, in my world loyalty is a fool's creed. I witnessed the power the Megatron in my universe embodied and took it. Rather than serving whoever rules Cybertron blindly, I decided I would embody it. I am power! That is why Unicron selected me of all of my infinite variants, and why you still follow my commands despite your whining. Now find and bring me their heads!”


Angrily Obsidian ended the transmission and the screen was filled with the twisted hunts the Dark Eldar partake in on this strange focal point for dimensional castaways. If his allies were too incompetent to track them, he would need to bait them with the suffering of their fellow organic sentients.

I was transported to another world! But then I was taken to the Slave Chambers and tortured for soul food for Alien Elves!​

There was nothing but darkness after John was suddenly hit by that Truck while he was on his way to cash his rent money so he could personally meet his favorite e-girl, at first he wondered if he was dead but he opened his eyes to see a horrific sight. He awoke in some kind of futuristic earth-like city...but it was decorated with Dark Monuments to strange Elven beings and the still living bodies of the tortured stitched together onto walls of buildings and terrain like a sick tapestry.

John fled deeper into the ruins of an old domicile and tried to think his situation over to himself. Searching for a good place to hide John heard a room with water running. “Could it be someone living here?” He hoped whatever built the monuments was not here now.

It appeared to be in a bathroom, hopelessly without regard to decency or possibly too afraid to consider he could be walking in on someone, John entered the room and came across a woman whose back was turned completely naked towards him in a running bathtub. Tripping on some of the water overflowing the tub John fell headfirst into the woman's chest.

“I...um I’m sorry ma’am. I thought there wasn’t anyone here...you know this place doesn’t seem very safe what are you doing out here alone?” John tried to converse with the woman but he was returned with nothing but deathly silence. Her skin was so deathly pale; it must be some kind of skin condition.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, it's just this place looks like it's been invaded by aliens or something and…” John suddenly noticed there were no legs attached to the woman and her body was suspended in the air like it was floating.

“Gh...ghost!”

“Oh Mon-Keigh how thoughtful of you, but I fear you are far too late, the aliens you speak of have been here for quite some time, Ahahahahaah!!!” A not so female voice spoke for the seemingly dead spectre.


John got up and turned around to flee but only to find himself caught in some kind of net composed of spikes. Pain radiated off of his entire body the more he struggled and screamed.



The poor souls' agony could be heard nearby by a peculiar group of individuals in a ruined cityscape, each being housed was more unusual than the next.



One was a man in a ruined uniform and a Commissar’s cap, he seemed exhausted beyond words and across from him stood a massive figure clad in golden Armor and a smaller but still imposing dark muscled man bearing army garb and a mechanical hand. Nearby individuals included a varied degree of convicts and murderers conscripted to fight or die for their antisocial acts, Grim Warriors in gas masks, a lost scientist, a young man who thought his life was a video game or an anime, a strange woman with fox ears, two individuals in pilots uniforms and a Space marine cladded in black armor and strange bone spurs around his body.


The individual that had gathered this strange compilation of individuals was long absent, he gave no notion of his motive or reason for being a benefactor, and the only proof of his existence were the massive underlings he left behind. Black clad Space Marines in seemingly older armors then the one in the company of Hazantcore there was an air of mystery to them not unlike their master, the ghostlike Cipher.


Gazing through an obscured telescope, the Commissar, Goswalt observed the atrocity unfolding outside and could see the figures of the groups pursuers...the infernal Generals of some new unspeakable God named Unicron and two Abominable intelligences. At least that was what those newcomers who escaped from the Xeno’s arenas and the otherworlder pilots told him.



Now he was stuck here, he was not utterly sure what became of those primitive Knight pilots with elaborate colors that accompanied them...he earnestly hoped they were safe but that was a distant hope in this hellscape. He knew legends and rumors of the Xeno’s twisted city in their infernal realm, he feared this place resembled it. The worst part of this situation was



Hazantcore merely stood in silence, knowing he needed to purge the Dark Eldar from this region, lest they attract the even greater foe of Chaos to an unprepared and significantly more disjointed planet. He couldn’t be sure all of his allies were alive after the separation in the crash but he would, at the very least, try to avenge them.

Near the crash site within the colony​

Devcon ached, he almost went into stasis lock but took as many of the Humans he could before the others vanished. He and CatSCAN managed to bust their way into an abandoned building filled with derelict Mechs. He smelled opportunity if that Liam character the Humans had with them came by, the machine he brought with him was of a similar frame but his was wrecked beyond recognition.


Sumire looked at the broken Machines in the abandoned factory and felt hopeless, they were all lost in some kind of futuristic hellzone not unlike Tokyo when the Demons occupied it. These creatures, the Dark Eldar truly were as horrific as described by Hazantcore. It made it more galling how powerless she felt in the face of it all. They had come to save Amamiya from her captors but the state of this infernal city made her heart sink. Could she still even be alive?

“You shouldn’t sweat it so much, even with your current load out you couldn’t even dent those Vehicons paint job. I know that guy commanding that attack, Cyclonus was one of Galvatron and Cryotek’s lieutenants.” Devcon didn’t even need to use his sensors to figure out the older female in the group was distressed at the mission's outcome. He had seen too many bots, the privileged few he called friends in the past tear, themselves apart over past mistakes before.

“How did he know we were on the ship?”

“It wasn’t him, somehow, someone managed to enter a backdoor in whatever passes for a computer in those Organics ship, found us through deduction and shut the ship down. He’s not that skilled with computer viruses, he's always been a thug for the latest Decepticon honcho.”


“How do you know each other?”

“Long story short we’re two races Autobot and Decepticon, we had a war we made a grudging peace and a guy named after their old leader threatened that by attacking everyone. We were forced to work together but Cyclonus betrayed us and killed several of our friends in the process to stop him.” Devcon still remembered Rodimus’s sacrifice to stop him and Cryotek, that petrol bunny eared freak had a lot of deaths to answer for.


. His sensors suddenly detected several intruders.


“I see you are holding down the fort, Devcon.” A familiar voice said

“Who’s there?”


A humanoid Transformer with the features of a Techno organic Manta Ray stode before him.

“Depth Charge? What in Primus’s slaggin’ name brought you here?”

“He did.”

The visage of Optimus Primal revealed himself to the building's occupants. Devcon's first thought was that the Maximal captain’s armor once again looked like that ungainly smattering of Neon highlights on top of a dark brown body. Even when he first saw him revived he felt there was no way any Simian lifeform could conducively survive in the wild with a coat of fur with a blatant disregard to darwinian theory, but then again if he somehow manage to find a way back into existence after fragging that wannabe Megatron once and for all and survive Unicron’s innards as they ripped itself apart, then perhaps Primus does indeed work in strange ways when it comes to raising the dead.


Indeed, the fact he could be standing that nonchalantly in front of him was a question that needed a more immediate address.


“Optimus...How did you survive Unicron going up? Last I knew you got slagged with the rest of them in his cauldron straight out of The Pit..”



“Well do you want the long story or the short one” Primal said with a slightly inquisitive look towards the Smuggler, “Seeing as how much of a hurry you are in I can only assume you want the explanation as short as possible”


“Nah Primal, just take your time. No doubt you have quite the long winded speech to tell them.” Depth Charge’s Snide comment caused the eyes of all present to glare at him. Sensing that perhaps this wasn’t the time for comments, he uncharacteristically-and smartly-wised up, only giving Primal an uneasy nod in agreement that it was best for him to shut his exhaust pipe.


“As I was saying…”

"Mill, could we find another way? Playing cat and mouse with small ships is not elegant at all."

Dessler was impatient. Following two small rats with the speed of a snail was not his style. As much as he rejoiced in watching a certain ship overcome the odds, those two were not on the same level as that legendary foe, the Yamato. So, he ordered the green-skinned Gatlantean to find for another way.

"Of course. I am the eyes and ears of Emperor Zworder, such task is trivial."

Spoiler: Intermission

"We found a place where our wave engine can be used. It's on the edges of this small planet, Sedna."

"Did you also find what is blocking our way?"

"I did. It's a series of devices that blocks certain warp frequencies. As long these devices is active, we will be unable to fly to Earth. Also, it looks like one of the device is located on this space colony."

"Neither Gamillas nor Iskandar has wave motion jamming technology yet. Iskandar can amplify wave motion energy with the Cosmo Reverse, but to stop it is another story..."

"Iskandar, a race that has studied wave motion since its antiquity, has been unable to develop a means to jam it."

"Besides, a colony shaped like a hourglass? Only humans have the audacity to revive relics of the past. It means another advanced species, one that found a way to disrupt warp technology, is using that as their base of operations."

"By relics of the past, you refer to the Yamato?"

"Mill, relics are like that, relics. Anyway, did you find how these things work? And how to stop them from working?"

"Yes. They use some sort of graviton engine to disrupt space and stop it from bending. I do believe that if we destroy one of them, it will disrupt the others, creating a opening of only two seconds for this ship to warp towards Earth."

"What is the distance between this hourglass and Sedna?"

"100 skandis."

"And from Proxima Centauri to Sedna?"

"120,000 skandis."

"I also suggest you target this colony. There is a weird energy coming from this other one."

"Alright, let us do as you say. We will warp to Sedna, and lay low until the Dessler Cannon's charge is complete. After that, shot it down in one swift move and warp using the recoil energy."

"You want the ship to explode?!"

"If the Yamato did it, so can we."

The preparations were over. Neue Desura has arrived at a certain area near Mars, where its Wave Motion Engine could work. Dessler slowly took off from his golden throne, and walked towards a golden standard, which transformed itself into a cannon-like apparatus. Leaning over it, and holding over the trigger as he gazed upon the iron sight, he gloats to the Gatlantean of the true power of such weapon.

"It is time, Mill... let me show you the power of a Wave Motion Gun."

He adjusted the small lever at the other side, calibrating the aim, as well as the energy levels.

"Hourglass, twelve o' clock. Energy level... 70%... 80%... 90%..."

At the engine, wave motion was being produced, as it glows yellow. Many rods were being connected to the cannon's barrel, minus the golden central one. Afterwards, the yellow became a purple glow.

"Coordinating aim... pressurizing the beam width..."

All windows of the ship, including those of the bridge, were covered by a iron curtain, and the barrel started to collect a purple energy around itself. A hologram showed on the middle of the bridge, right in front of Dessler, with a three-dimensional image of the target; a hourglass-shaped space colony.

"Safety shutters online."

Then, on the iron sight, a crystal emerges, showing the energy levels.

"100%..."

"110%..."

Mill, the green-skinned Gatlantean, smiles. So does Zworder, who from afar, was watching the whole spectacle with certain anticipation. He, who threw emotion away, wanted to see for himself.

To see what Teresa sees on the Yamato.

"120%..."

Dessler knew of what Iskandar did in the past.

"130%..."

If he loved Starsha, why did he develop a weapon she abhorred more than anything else?

"140% Full Charge."

That colony had people living on it. But if they were victim of alien colonizers... maybe death was their best option. Dessler, knowing fully well his decisions destroyed any and all relations he had with Iskandar... simply pushed the trigger, without hesitation.

"Dessler Cannon... fire!"

A purple wave propagated from the barrel, and fired itself at enormous speed. Space, where nothing could be heard, has made a sound. This wave of destructive energy bent it to the point it made noise.

Wave Motion Gun. It was the equivalent of shooting millions of black holes as a coherent wave.

And it showed, as in less than one second, the colony was blasted to oblivion. At the same time, the ship surrounded itself with spinning triangular rings, the recoil of the Dessler Cannon pushing it through subspace with its massive force. If he was one second late, it would be his end. If he didn't rush, the ship would crash against space itself, causing a huge explosion.

Thankfully, it wasn't the case. The warp was a success.

 

[White Wraith]

Several Mechasaur units came ablaze and detonated, leaving the surviving machines scattered on the viewscreen. Dinosaur units and Earthling units alike were in mass disarray and chaos. Above the disarray in earth's orbit, were 4 Starcraft joining together.

“HAHAHA wonderful.” A massive Humanoid in brown said triumphantly.

“These Dinosaurs are formidable foes, unlike the Humans they have technological superiority.” A second humanoid more slim and in blue armor said

“Don’t tell me you want to negotiate with those throwbacks?” His brown counterpart asked.

“The only thing they are better at than earthlings is resisting the inevitable, the Humans may have defeated the Saurians more powerful weapons at a cost; A massive battle, whose scope was going off of all the viable energy signatures.” A third Giant said, this one donning an insectoid battle helmet.

“There's been a massive energy charge detected, someone amongst the earthlings has something on par with even our weapons!” A final giant in purple said after observing the battle.

“I thought those useless Avian's already captured one of the more powerful units the humans had, undamaged. No matter... we shall deploy a Black Monster to destroy or capture it.”

“It could be formidable, deploy the Demon of the desert, it's the perfect chance to herald our conquest of earth with it and Sasoringer!” The bug eyed general suggested.

“The Dinosaurs are no pushovers, Asimov, the weapon they have to counter the Human Machines and terraform the world is being mass produced. The Humans themselves have their own more unstable imitations of the Death Cross formation dubbed “G-Bombs”.”

“Heh,let them have their toys, the Black Army mastered gravity long before both of these races could even pierce the stars. These imitations can’t compare to a race that has harnessed gravitonic death staring them in the eye.”



In the hanger, Zane passed by Alistair, yearning for some kind of chance of salvation. The Dinosaur spy was nowhere to be seen, but he couldn't tell if the strange swordsman could detect him or not. It had to be afraid of being seen by Xavier if only he was present now…



Rob was in no better shape it seemed, the avian Humanoids took him to see the Command ship in the distance.

“Get ready for a demonstration Human. A parting gift to see before your demise.” one of the Zelan soldiers mocked.

Before he knew it, a massive earthquake shook the entire region and two giant robotic hands grasped the Mississippi and lifted it into the air.

“Behold the reborn, Demon of the Desert!.”

There didn't seem to be any enemies yet, and the bomb disposal went on without issue, at least for the moment. Then a young man passed by him, who had a look of what appeared to be desperation on his face. Someone who wanted help but couldn't quite say it. Alistair followed him while carefully observing his surroundings, making sure the bomb specialist wasn't in any immediate danger.

"Hey, anything wrong here that I don't know about?" he said. Before Alistair could get an answer, the ship violently shook again, and he nearly fell on his ass. Then it felt like the entire Mississippi just rose up into the air, disorienting him but only for a moment, and the swordsman quickly regained his bearings. Alistair readied himself, armed with both his sword and ADVENT shock lance acquired from the ship's armory. If anything was out there that required a mech to take down, Alistair could do nothing about it since the Epyon still required repairs. He'd have to trust the others to handle it.

 

[Guy of Z]

UNs most Wanted


Chapter 1

Fangs of the Leopard​

A young man donning red pants and a sweat stained wife beater asked in an illy lit cave surrounded by a gang of dark skinned men in strange leopard skins.

“Your allies have slain our shaman, displeased the Great Leopard and ushered forth another cataclysm!” The largest member of the group barked at him in accented English.

“You kidnapped people and tried to kill us first!”

“Who are you to challenge our duty?” the head priest and warrior chief asked with a sneer in his tone. “Your blasphemous civilization does nothing to stem the tide while others suffer. The Great Leopard seemingly delivers where your politicians, your leaders and you employers deliver forth your lies! You shall atone for your sins rest assured, as will your comrades who slain our brothers.” The Leader of the Leopard Warriors leered at his captive.

“They had to have been scattered by that last cosmic storm, I felt it from here... how could you find them at this point?”

“By tearing this land apaaaart..”



A village left ablaze, human hands draped in dotted skins choking the life out of the women, men flayed alive or left ablaze mechanical beasts roaring in victory.

A science crew foolishly tried to survey the region to monitor the anomaly of the Leopard Societies hidden base. The team's mechanized guards were suddenly slaughtered and their armored vehicle evaporated by a formidable particle weapon.

A nearby futuristic city transported by the recent transwarp disruption made them an unfortunate target, Giant mechanical Panthers laid siege to the unfortunate metropolis leaving its inhabitants to be left for enslavement or sacrifice.
An elaborate private home by an eccentric Billionaire became a site of horror, bodies of guests and staff decorate the floor and furniture. The men left with stab wounds or are outright beheaded. The women are strangled, their vital organs missing. A woman, a lone survivor, fled into the night in the face of this horror.

It had been hours in the night, Sapphire was covered in blood and her legs began to fail her. How could this happen? She was just at the party and as soon as she closed her eyes, rows of partygoers fell over dead, their bodies pierced with strange throwing knives. The survivors fled, many were trampled, other more cowardly occupants begged for their lives but received no mercy from the strange Leopard Hide adorned Bandits.


All she could do was flee as her friends and associates were slaughtered without mercy, however one cultist noticed the straggler and pursued her on foot.

Oh god oh god oh goooooood!

The yellow and black spotted blur charged at inhuman speeds, Sapphire could only keep running but she failed to outpace her pursuer.

An iron grip clasped around her throat and air slowly was denied her lungs as the assailant just coldly looked...Sapphire's entire world went dark as the last sound she heard was a large crunch.

Troy was a simple being; he wanted what was great in life, baubles and trinkets. He saw an opportunity in that possible felon with the shiny metal daggers and assumed nobody would miss him especially when he was tracking the Human female. What sadder creature could be out there than Man, unable to know the gifts of natural unaided flight. Troy knew well enough to not go outside of this power armor or they would abuse and belittle him like most of his kin. Humans were just that level of arrogant to presume anything smaller than them was inferior. Troy also took note to try and check the female for something valuable as well, he deserved a Hero's reward after all.

A giant of a man flanked the armored avian, he walked to the unconscious woman and sat beside her. He showed a childish fascination with the woman and tried to awaken her by toying with her face and eyes.

“Hey! Don’t wake that thing up stupid come on.”

Annoyed at his compatriots scolding, the Child Giant attempted to shake her awake violently.


Sapphire coughed violently and awoke to being shaken by a muscular man dressed with a blue cap and a jean jacket with overalls as if he was some manner of overgrown toddler and a Black bird operating some kind of personal armor? Was this some kind of nightmare?

She couldn’t even scream before she fainted again.

“See? Now drop the bitch and let's go.”

The silent man ignored his counterpart's urgings and simply carried the woman. After all she was very pretty, perhaps she was his mother?



Sideways was besides himself, not only were his charges lost to him, his actual body was lost and he was trapped in this infernal...glorified organic pleasure model altered for paramilitary use.

At least that annoying green haired biker chick was gone, he hoped. Primus help him if his brother caught him in this predicament though. He would never hear the end of this, he had to get his frakking body back. He had to craft a perfect pitch to reel his team back...sadly he would have to rely additionally on that G&K detachment he's stuck with as well.

The Dolls were still listening to the radio channels, attempting to trace where the Commander could be by following the Leopard Cultists Movements. Every act seemed like it was two pronged, search and incite.

“Well it’s safe to say this isn’t something we’re really used to…” Makarov sighs as she leans back into the chair in the meeting room with which the dolls had piled into in their attempts to track the cultists, the other dolls around nodding solemnly themselves.

“Not to mention zhat our kommandant being missing will make things difficult for us…” MP40 adds, “Unless anyone here has a command module installed?”

The SMG’s question was responded by a resounding chorus of ‘no’s and shaked heads, causing he to sigh much like Makarov. “In zhat case I see only one option.”
“That being…?” Asked Galil, though she already had a good idea on what the german was about to say. All the dolls in the room did, because they’d in their own time kind of come to the same conclusion.

Makarov answers the question with the obvious answer. “Our ally wearing Springfield’s body seems more knowledgeable about how to deal with these things, and while also mechanical they have more leadership skills than we do without command modules. So we will need to follow their lead, assuming they will aid us…”

The dolls nod once more, a heavy silence in the air for a few seconds before the next inevitable question comes up, which is asked by Type 79:

“So…. Who wants to go get them?”

The Cultists were enraged over their loss of their Shaman from the fugitives and now they were daring them to jump in and follow the Leopard Men into the living hell they carved up for themselves.

Predictable, they are trying to bait us out and rebuild from their losses. Frakking wonderful I need to find these guys before this entire nation collapses.


Sideways approached the Dolls

“So girls do y'all wanna help me find our friends before these cultists find them first?” He asked mockingly in Springfields voice.



In the savannah a strange duo and their unconscious third member crossed the arid terrain and came across an unusual sight, several mechanized units, one with a massive sword the other appeared to be a manner of mass production unit and the third sported a massive blade.


“Well there goes the neighborhood. Maybe these losers can take us back to my cave.” Troy said

His giant male compatriot merely looked blankly.

“Come on.”

“Hey big guys whos your boss?”

 

[Sans_the_Medic]

Several Mechasaur units came ablaze and detonated, leaving the surviving machines scattered on the viewscreen. Dinosaur units and Earthling units alike were in mass disarray and chaos. Above the disarray in earth's orbit, were 4 Starcraft joining together.

“HAHAHA wonderful.” A massive Humanoid in brown said triumphantly.

“These Dinosaurs are formidable foes, unlike the Humans they have technological superiority.” A second humanoid more slim and in blue armor said

“Don’t tell me you want to negotiate with those throwbacks?” His brown counterpart asked.

“The only thing they are better at than earthlings is resisting the inevitable, the Humans may have defeated the Saurians more powerful weapons at a cost; A massive battle, whose scope was going off of all the viable energy signatures.” A third Giant said, this one donning an insectoid battle helmet.

“There's been a massive energy charge detected, someone amongst the earthlings has something on par with even our weapons!” A final giant in purple said after observing the battle.

“I thought those useless Avian's already captured one of the more powerful units the humans had, undamaged. No matter... we shall deploy a Black Monster to destroy or capture it.”

“It could be formidable, deploy the Demon of the desert, it's the perfect chance to herald our conquest of earth with it and Sasoringer!” The bug eyed general suggested.

“The Dinosaurs are no pushovers, Asimov, the weapon they have to counter the Human Machines and terraform the world is being mass produced. The Humans themselves have their own more unstable imitations of the Death Cross formation dubbed “G-Bombs”.”

“Heh,let them have their toys, the Black Army mastered gravity long before both of these races could even pierce the stars. These imitations can’t compare to a race that has harnessed gravitonic death staring them in the eye.”



In the hanger, Zane passed by Alistair, yearning for some kind of chance of salvation. The Dinosaur spy was nowhere to be seen, but he couldn't tell if the strange swordsman could detect him or not. It had to be afraid of being seen by Xavier if only he was present now…



Rob was in no better shape it seemed, the avian Humanoids took him to see the Command ship in the distance.

“Get ready for a demonstration Human. A parting gift to see before your demise.” one of the Zelan soldiers mocked.

Before he knew it, a massive earthquake shook the entire region and two giant robotic hands grasped the Mississippi and lifted it into the air.

“Behold the reborn, Demon of the Desert!.”

"Is everyone alright?" M4 asks as she looks to the rest of AR team, pressing the last of the small attack squad that had been tying her team up for the past several minutes against the floor with her foot and ending the fight with one last barking report from her namesake rifle.

"I think we're all good?" STAR says, looking around as she reloaded her rifles, met with a nod from M16 who was doing the same and....

Well, sopmod was currently pulling eyeballs and teeth from corpses with a giggle. "Ahh these guys aren't so tough~ Can't wait to make some new collections~!"

"You do realize that biological eyes will decompose, right?" M16 asks with a chuckle, clearly seeing more humour in it than the sighing AR-15.

"....Oh, okay! Well luckily I have plenty of preservation fluids back home so it's all good~!" The blonde psychopath says cheerfully as she pulls a jar out from... somewhere in her outfit, and stuffs the dino bits into it.

"Well, at least we can maybe use these corpses as a fear tactic; show the dinos what will happen to them?" M4 suggests with a shrug before everything suddenly began to shake

"Whoa whoa!" M16 stumbles, grabbing onto a doorframe to steady herself, "The hell's going on?!"

M4, similarly steadying herself on a doorframe, quickly pulls out her radio. "Mississippi command this is Anti-rain, we were held up dealing with a squad of Dino soldiers in the barrack quarters. Requesting sitrep, how copy?"

Meanwhile, on a completely different part of the planet. Or even not actually on the planet yet...

The two heavy ASFs had by now made it close to Earth, close enough at the very least that they'd be able to send and recieve communications. Meagan's jet was ahead of the two, being the slightly faster of the ASFs. "Alright Heart, start searchin for any official comms we can use."

"Uh, right away miss Meagan!" The voice system responds, beginning to scan through frequencies.

"Here's hoping this planet isn't some Capellan backwater outpost" Ruby chuckles

"Nah, it cannae be. Look at the development, like. Would be big and proper enough to be a planet on tha maps, that's fer sure." Meagan replies.

Ruby couldn't help but wonder... "Then... Why isn't it?"

 

[Cavaliere]

Chapter 1




Fissure​

I was transported to another world! But then I was taken to the Slave Chambers and tortured for soul food for Alien Elves!​

The poor souls' agony could be heard nearby by a peculiar group of individuals in a ruined cityscape, each being housed was more unusual than the next.



One was a man in a ruined uniform and a Commissar’s cap, he seemed exhausted beyond words and across from him stood a massive figure clad in golden Armor and a smaller but still imposing dark muscled man bearing army garb and a mechanical hand. Nearby individuals included a varied degree of convicts and murderers conscripted to fight or die for their antisocial acts, Grim Warriors in gas masks, a lost scientist, a young man who thought his life was a video game or an anime, a strange woman with fox ears, two individuals in pilots uniforms and a Space marine clad in black armor and strange bone spurs around his body.


The individual that had gathered this strange compilation of individuals was long absent, he gave no notion of his motive or reason for being a benefactor, and the only proof of his existence was the massive underlings he left behind. Black-clad Space Marines in seemingly older armors than the one in the company of Hazantcore there was an air of mystery to them not unlike their master, the ghostlike Cipher.


Gazing through an obscured telescope, the Commissar, Goswalt observed the atrocity unfolding outside and could see the figures of the group's pursuers...the infernal Generals of some new unspeakable God named Unicron and two Abominable intelligences. At least that was what those newcomers who escaped from the Xeno’s arenas and the otherworlder pilots told him.



Now he was stuck here, he was not utterly sure what became of those primitive Knight pilots with elaborate colors that accompanied them...he earnestly hoped they were safe but that was a distant hope in this hellscape. He knew legends and rumors of the Xeno’s twisted city in their infernal realm, he feared this place resembled it. The worst part of this situation was



Hazantcore merely stood in silence, knowing he needed to purge the Dark Eldar from this region, lest they attract the even greater foe of Chaos to an unprepared and significantly more disjointed planet. He couldn’t be sure all of his allies were alive after the separation in the crash but he would, at the very least, try to avenge them.

William Liam Tinmall
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Hidden in a cavern from the hordes of Eldars, the remnants of the Izumo's crew worked to salvage what they could.
Orders were shouted, hands moved, machines found new life in the expert care of the Techpriests.

However, even the sound of work couldn't drown the desperate cries of the thousands of souls tortured by the Eldar.
Liam was a meek man, a subdued individual that found little reason to get angry.

This was making his blood boil...

"What's the status here? What did we manage to save?" he asked the people around, his companions in this long war that was just getting longer and more tiring, "Are the Gundams operational? Or are we defenseless?"

 

[Strelok]

In the shores of Italy, the sight of a little submarine was seen from a distance. As for some reason, the little vessel that can be considered as a midget submarine approached the shore with considerable speed, as if not caring that it would hit the rocks and get stuck. But all of a sudden, the submarine transforms into a rather sizable mech.

"Been a while since I was on land..." The little girl between the mech named Litia, exclaims as she looks at the surroundings in curiosity. There was nothing on the map, no clear signals. She was confused. But no matter, she might as well keep moving to find any clues of what's going on.

Taking a long step, Alicorn's mecha form stomped through the shore and into land with audible clanks from the machine's heavy weight. It was going to take a while for the submersible mech to get anywhere due to its slow speed on ground.

"This is boring..." But with the pilot being young and generally childish, she decides to kick trees and boulders at random to see how far it can fly as she strides through the mainland. Though, minutes as passed by as she moved through the empty yet green land's, she noticed something from the distance.

"What is...?" She looked at the moving objects from the distance before activating her radar to scan. The results surprised her. "That's huge... impossibly huge. Unbelievable..."

Wanting to get a closer look she tries to walk close, but took noticed of the trashed and somewhat burned battlefield around her. Litia took precautions and stopped to prepare all her weapon systems along with her scanners.

"Hm... why get a closer look if I can just use my drones!" Not long after, she launches a pair of MQ-101 drones with the orders of taking a closer look at the little... big situation on the distance, maybe even attack if she can. Litia is rather curious of she can bring something so big down to the ground.

 

[Ironboi13]

After taking a few minutes to get a feel for this new atmosphere, David quickly looked over the longest-distance radar he could. He was near a shoreline, fortunately. Unfortunately, the limited maps of a Mobile Suit couldn't tell him where he was on the map of the world.

However...From the Freedom Gundam's camera, David could spy trails of smoke pouring into the sky.

"Something's wrong...I should check things out, and hope nobody's killing each other..."

David punched the controls, transforming the Freedom to its Mobile Armor Mode. The Freedom was now like a strange fighter craft. The masked Gundam pilot floored the pedals, and rocketed towards the trails of smoke, his radar beeping with strange signatures as he got close enough to detect them.