[center][hr][hr] [img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjk2LmRmMzAzMC5TM2xzYnlCU1pXNCwuMAAA/sf-distant-galaxy.regular.png[/img] [color=a9a9a9][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [@Hokagae] [hr][hr] [/center] [center] [hider=Opening Theme] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGsKzZtRwxw[/youtube] [/hider] [color=f9d71c][b][h3]STAR WARS[/h3] Episode IX "CROSSROADS OF FATE" "The galaxy is in chaos. After the FIRST ORDER raided the RESISTANCE'S base on Crait, they found themselves biting at the heels of the last hope of the galaxy. Upon encountering the home fleet above the planet of ORD MANTELL, Supreme Leader KYLO REN launched an all out surprise attack to destroy the last remnants of their enemy once and for all. However, during the battle, an unforeseen phenomenon had casted out the First Order's commander out of the battlefield and landed him in a new world unlike anything he had seen before..."[/b][/color][/center] [hr][hr] Deep within a vast snowy forest, smoke could be seen rising from the proud conifers. If one was to follow its trail through the winding trees, they would come upon the wreckage of a vehicle. It was buried underneath a significant amount of snow, rock, and compromised by a fallen tree that fell upon it. It was a fighter thrown into complete disarray and unable to be properly salvaged. Animals nearby investigated the wreckage with some smaller creatures finding themselves on top the ruined vessel while other herbivorous fauna fed on the frostbitten bushes nearby. All however seemed quiet. But even the animals couldn't help but to feel somewhat uneasy about their surroundings. For there was a dark and rather unnatural aura surrounding this metallic vessel. It would be unwise for them to believe that they can let their guard rest for only a minute. Suddenly, a cackling crimson blade shot out from within the ship, scaring off the nearby animals within its vicinity. The glowing blade shrieked and groaned as it cut through the cold metal like butter. It would then begin to move downwards before making a right, eventually making a crude square-like cut from within. The metal slab would be violently forced open, where a figure emerged from the grimy darkness. From it, a masked figure coated in black revealed himself, wielding his crimson crossguard lightsaber that sizzled for every piece of snow that landed on its plasma blade. The once proud supreme leader, the vicious and hot-tempered Kylo Ren, who was leading his fleet just minutes ago to victory, has found himself in a cold dark forest with only the force and his thin long-sleeved attire keeping him warm. He was seething in rage, completely lost and confused as to how exactly he got here. The last thing he remember was a bright light that disoriented his vision before blacking out. He initially believed that it was some kind of tactic that the Resistance utilized to disorient him and force him to crash on the planet below. But as far as he knew, Ord Mantell didn't have any environment quite like this. If there was anything he could familiarize with, would lead to painful memories found upon his conflict on Starkiller Base. For it too was an ice world. In fact, his battle with the Scavenger Girl and a treasonous ex-stormtrooper took place in a location eerily similar to here... where he was robbed victory by the surprise appearance of the Millennium Falcon blasting him away. Ren's hands continued to shake before he lunged with a frustrated roar at a nearby tree, slicing through its thick trunk and causing it to fall down just short of where he stood. He took a moment to calm himself before taking a deep breath. Shifting through his robe, the masked character would find his comnlink and attempt to contact his fleet. [b][color=ed1c24]"Command, come in."[/color][/b] he bluntly blurted out. No signal. Ren quietly sighed before trying again. [b][color=ed1c24]"Command, this is your Supreme Leader, come in."[/color][/b] Still nothing but static. Already madly irritated as is, he turned off his comnlink as he scoured the forests for any sign of potential assistance. However, seconds later, he would hear a faint beeping coming from the device. Someone had finally answered it seemed. Ren pulls out his comnlink once again and raises it in front of him, expecting for someone like General Hux or someone to respond. What he got however, was something far more disappointing: [hider=Transmission Received][b]1:[/b] When you enter the Crossroads, you are immediately given 5 poker chip-esque objects called "tokens". These tokens cannot be destroyed, they are completely impervious to any type of method used to destroy them. These tokens are able to be "spent" on the following things: [b]1(a):[/b] Spending 1 token will give you a 50/50 chance to have something either good or bad happen to you. Maybe you'll gain a super useful powerup, but maybe you'll spawn a large monster that you'll have to fight instead. This is performed by flipping the token on your hand as if you were flipping a regular coin. [b]1(b):[/b] Spending 3 tokens allows you to bring one person, place or thing of your choice from your home universe to help you. This can be anything from an ordinary knife to an entire military base, it's entirely up to you (as long as it actually exists within your home universe). This is performed by holding 3 tokens up in the air and saying the name of the item. [b]1(c):[/b] Spending 100 tokens grants you a single wish. This wish can be for anything, including a trip out of the Crossroads. This is performed by placing 100 tokens on the ground and saying what your wish is. [b]2:[/b] Other tokens are collected by gaining them from other token holders. A token is considered to be yours the second you touch it: [b]2(a):[/b] The methods of obtaining tokens are completely open ended and any method is allowed: beating/killing someone and taking their tokens, stealing them covertly, convincing them to hand them over, etc [b]3:[/b] You have the option to join together with one or more token holders to join a "pact". When in a pact, all tokens held by each member of a pact is pooled together, and is counted towards the token count of every other token holder in the pact (for example, if you had 5 tokens and joined a pact with someone who had 20 tokens, all of you would have 25 tokens after joining the pact). This means that joining pacts can lead to getting a wish earlier than you otherwise would alone. This is performed by shaking hands with one of the pact members (or the closest equivalent, if none of the relevant individuals have hands to shake). Pacts can only hold up to 4 members: [b]3(a):[/b] When joining a pact, your powers and abilities will all be less effective than normal. This effect is reversed as soon as you leave the pact. [b]4:[/b] It is permitted to betray a pact and take their tokens for yourself. However, this comes at the cost of 2 punishments: [b]4(a):[/b] The second you either attack or steal the tokens from any of your pact members (whichever comes first), only half of the other pact members tokens will be available to you, the other half will become completely intangible and impossible to touch for you. [b]4(b):[/b] Additionally, you will be branded as a traitor for an hour, signified by a giant red X on your wrist. If you encounter somebody in the Crossroads and you see that they have a red X on their wrist, you will know they are a traitor.[/hider] By the force, how hard did he actually hit his head? Ren wanted to believe that this was all a dream or some myriad of the force, only to wrap around the sad, unfortunate reality of his situation. He was transported by means unknown to what he could only describe as a warp in the universe, where it seemed to play out like a cruel game. With no contact with his fleet or his advisors, the Supreme Leader found himself to be alone in a world he did not yet understand. His fury continued to boil within him to the point where he simply wanted to scream in agony. Then he felt five items magically appear in his hands. Ren looked down at his free hand, opening it to reveal the very five tokens mentioned in the message. They looked and were shaped like traditional credits used in his world. He glared down at them as he recalled the spending rules, or more specifically, the one regarding three tokens. Ren could wish for an entire military division to show up right at his heel or perhaps bring his own star destroyer into orbit. For a brief moment he began to shift through his options, thinking up of grand plans of what to bring into this world to help him on his way. But then Ren managed to stop himself. He was getting far too ahead of himself. After all, he knew next to nothing about what this realm would throw at him. And even so, what would happen if he wished for particular individuals to join him here? Would they be copies of his real life counterparts? or would they be directly taken from his home universe? And if the latter, Ren feared that his ranks will falter and allow the Resistance time to regroup and return to power. He just didn't know the consequences. Nonetheless, he was still going to gain his wish - howbeit something on a smaller scale. He rose the three coins up with the force and glared at them with intense concentration. [b][color=ed1c24]"I demand a squad of stormtroopers by my side."[/color][/b] he ordered with little change in his voice. The tokens would soon vanish as Ren stood motionlessly in place, waiting several long seconds for the results to come. So long were these "seconds" that he found himself becoming even more impatient. But then, he would hear someone call from behind him. [color=f7976a][b]"Supreme Leader?"[/b][/color] The masked commander swiftly turned around to see a squad of six First Order Stormtroopers lined up side-by-side. From the squad, he noticed that the squad was made up of [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/e/e8/FOStormtrooper-Fathead.png/revision/latest?cb=20170726002154]four regular stormtroopers[/url], [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/4/44/FOflametrooper-Fathead.png/revision/latest?cb=20161108074131]one flametrooper[/url], and of course [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/8/8e/FOStormtrooperCmdr-Fathead.png/revision/latest?cb=20161108134126]one stormtrooper squad officer[/url]. It was a small yet fairly well-rounded squad, which satisfied Ren. He approached the officer and stopped within just a foot in front of his face. [b][color=ed1c24]"What is your designation, officer?"[/color][/b] Ren asked him. [color=f7976a][b]"FN-924, sir."[/b][/color] the officer replied at the ready. The Supreme Leader paused for a brief moment, almost as if lost in thought, before returning his gaze back onto him. [b][color=ed1c24]"How did you know I was here, FN-924?"[/color][/b] he asked the officer as if he was testing him. The officer seemed to hesitate for a second - albeit genuine - before answering. [color=f7976a][b]"You called for us, sir."[/b][/color] he replied in an orderly way, [color=f7976a][b]"We simply responded to orders."[/b][/color] Another pause filled the air as Ren thought to himself once more. [b][color=ed1c24]"Where were you and your troops stationed before I called upon you?"[/color][/b] he would then ask. However, the troops were silent on the matter, almost as if they didn't quite truly know. Where they based on real or fictitious members? He began to regret not wishing for someone like General Hux or Captain Phasma to test his suspicions. But knowing that he wouldn't get answers, he quickly dismissed that question. [b][color=ed1c24]"Don't answer that."[/color][/b] Ren finished in moderate respite as he paced back and forth in front of the squad, [b][color=ed1c24]"All you should know is that you all directly serve under my control. Any other person who claims to be a general or a commander of the First Order are to be ignored unless I give the permission to recognize their authority. For we are no longer in our same universe."[/color][/b] He stopped right back at the Officer's face and glared into his soul through his soulless mask. [b][color=ed1c24]"And in order to survive, we must stick together. Understood?"[/color][/b] [b]"Sir yes sir!"[/b] the squad replied in loyal unison. Ren nodded approvingly of their loyalty before continuing on. [b][color=ed1c24]"Your first order is to scout the surrounding area."[/color][/b] he ordered, [b][color=ed1c24]"Report back to me any unusual activity that you encounter on your way; whether it be unidentified personnel or for any change in environments, as well as the existence of structures. I want to know what we are dealing with before we can advance from our position. Is that clear?"[/color][/b] Once again, the squad acknowledged in unison. [b]"Sir yes sir!"[/b] [b][color=ed1c24]"Then you're dismissed."[/color][/b] the masked warrior concluded as he made it back within the ruins of his ship. In the meantime, the stormtrooper squad proceeded to spread out as they began to search the forest of anything of interest. What they would find is anyone's guess. The First Order was once again on the move... [center][hr][hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/f5HcS88.png[/img] [b][color=a9a9a9]Mentions:[/color][/b] [@tipssyCalibrator] [hr][hr][/center] The Slayer's shot almost missed it's mark, the shell having grazed the man's shoulder. He would get a good look at this "demon" as soon as he turned to face him - a caucasian male with white hair, wearing a dark-red coat and dark pants. While it seemed that this figure was nothing like the demons he encountered in Hell, the Slayer was more than aware of how such figures can morph into various different forms. Human forms were no different, as they could blend into society with little effort. Now face to face with his demonic adversary, the Slayer was ready for him to make his next move. Instead, he seemed far more frustrated and annoyed rather than screaming in a demonic frenzy. [quote=Dante]"Alright look G.I. Joe, I dunno whatever beef it is you have with me, and to be honest I couldn't give half a damn. You're lucky I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now, so I'm gonna let you off with a warning, alright?"[/quote] He would then turn around and continue walking in the opposite direction. The armored warrior would stand silently in place, almost stunned at the interaction that took place. This was one brave demon indeed, especially for one to not coward in the face of their own walking, breathing, nightmare. But rather than the opponent's words cooling down the conflict between them, it would have much more of the opposite affect. Intense levels of insulted testosterone rose from the Slayer's skin as he is reminded of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpllUQ38CKY]a certain phrase one wise man said to him all those years ago.[/url] With those words etched into his very primal nature, the Doom Slayer rushed at Dante with surprising speed. The harsh thumping of his suits against the ruined pavement would no doubt alert the white-haired man of what was heading towards him. If he refused to get out of the way in time, he would be met with a solid powerful punch to his face that would threaten to knock him back considerably. For the Doomslayer will not let any demon live on his sight. For he will not be persuaded by their cries of mercy or postponement. He will fight them; right here, right now. With swift... and relentless prejudice in tow.