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@supertinyking@Tyki@shadowventus
The clone ships sent a series of simple signals down to Earth, with no specific message. Scans show a planet ripe for carbon-based life forms, with optimal temperature and atmospheric conditions for harbouring life. It further showed no signs of being terraformed, and was covered in water, something that was rare within the intergalactic dominion. However, there seemed to be no specific response. Hundreds of signals could be observed from around the planet, and several primitive sattelites seemed to receive and reflect some small portion of these signals. Typical signs of a primitive society that had barely achieved space travel. It would also seem they were not prepared for a message from aliens, for there was no immediate reaction, but rather a series of gradual signals. The signals being sent into the sky seemed to correspond to certain mathematical constants, as if they were testing whether the signals being sent were truly from an intelligent source.

The weaponry present on the planet would most likely be completely outdone by the gear available to the clones, and no hostility was apparent. It was clear this world was ripe with life, although not as heavily populated as a hive world.

Vali, meanwhile, would continue to sense this incredibly powerful being. While he could tell that it was behind some sort of barrier, locked out of this reality, there was also a link to this fleet of ships, or something on them. He could sense that there were other powers attempting to press on the walls of this universe, and yet they were locked out by some unique feature of this reality. Quite possibly this was the reason they had been sent to this universe in the first place. If he were quite skilled at sensing such things, he might also sense something of the nature of this strange, godlike being. Clearly it was a being of order, as it emitted a purely orderly aura. However, he would also be able to tell it was a fractured being, a being of many aspects forced into one.

If Klonos' divine senses were active, then she would most likely also be able to sense this.

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@Gummi Bunnies
You know, you kind of have to write up his abilities if you want him accepted.

Also, perhaps skip out on his more bullshit weapons? Like the chain that freezes time, space, and reality itself? Or the cat of nine tails that fires nine continent-destroying beams?

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@Absolis
Ika's tentacles don't move at mach 3 though....

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Well, I'm waiting on Lmpkio.

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Waiting for poooooooooooooosts

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@Absolis
All you'd have to do? Make creativity mandatory for a new game. Eventually people would get sick of waiting for Nintendo to make games again, and the company would stagnate itself to death.

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The rampant dick-measuring contest between Stephen and Diamond is interrupted as the entire ships seems to shake unexpectedly. Alarms go off as all important personnel are called to their stations. Even those clones who were primarily used as foot soldiers used their basic training to try and assist the team, reinforcing places where a hull breach might occur, and compensating for the damage the ship was taking. Clearly the ship had entered combat mode, as all weapons personnel were also called to station. As such, Diamond would find herself forced to choose between her concern for the ship, or her desire for petty vengeance.

On a more macro scale, the Clone Fleet had been thrown into utter disarray. Despite being hidden from any known means of detection, they had been unable to shield their souls from the pervading influence of the Warp. They had weathered through the earlier cataclysm that had decimated 20 hive worlds, not counting Tor-6 itself, and yet now they had become a target themselves. Reality split and rippled around them, as a Warp Storm formed at their exact location. Perhaps this was caused by Malal's earlier visitation, the other Chaos Gods attempting to chase him down, and eliminate his following. Or perhaps this was caused by the clones' effective survival of the earlier catastrophe, their leaders using psionic resistance to shield themselves from the Warp's influence. Or perhaps it was merely another cruel whim, a meaningless link in Tzeentch's grand plan for multiversal domination. But regardless of the indirect cause, the clones - and everybody on board of the clone ships - was currently in enough shit to build a new planet.

As the sensors cleared up, the leading caste found itself in a different universe altogether. They were no longer traveling through the vast emptiness of space, but rather seemed to move through an equally vast purple universe, filled with infinite clouds of Daemon, great stars burning red blue and green. Entire solar systems existed here, forming from the collective consciousness of the multiverse's denizens, billions of souls burning into nothing to fuel war engines the size of stars. Daemon so massive they could never have manifested in the materium, devouring entire worlds or contemplating the most intricate of theoretical realities. A beautiful madness, filled with beings so diverse they made humans look monotone. Hypothetically there existed 'realms' within the Warp, domains of the Chaos Gods, the shattered remains of the palaces of the former Gods. And yet, practically, there existed no such order. Everything was all over the place, a shattered mirror of the order of the natural world, where locations could switch on a whim, and reality was always what it seemed, for exactly as long as you were looking at it.

Of course, the entire panorama was dominated by a single sight. An unspeakably brilliant light, far in the distance and yet close at once. Those of the crew who looked directly at it were blinded, and yet could not stop looking. It was like a star, vast galaxy-sized rays of light slicing through the impure domains of Chaos. Worlds scorched to nothing, armies of Daemon annihilated in moments. Infinite armies of angelic beings matched the Daemon in combat, a relentless war that made any physical counterpart look mild by comparison. The 10.000 year war of order versus chaos, the war between the God Emperor and the Chaos Gods. Beings of unspeakable power clashed, their energies tearing the fabric of reality itself, and the entire thing was a spectacle so beautiful, one could only behold it once without being blinded.

Of course, entering the Warp without a Gellar Field was a dangerous prospect. Now more than ever, as the Emperor lay dead. And yet, these ships flew peacefully, not a single Daemon touching their ships, not a single whisper penetrating their minds. There was a bundle of light around them, like a comforting hand, like the gesture of a benevolent God. And even as the malevolent forces of Chaos sought to rip the clones to pieces, their bodies were burned to ashes. Slowly they were guided away from the titanic battle, away from the entity that so defied the Ruinous Powers, the pillar of Order in this realm of Madness.

It was a short journey, perhaps 10 minutes in total. But for those who had experienced it, it felt like an eternity. It would change lives, and leave marks that would never leave. Those who had been blinded by the lights would see nevermore, and yet they would find themselves resistant to the whispers of Chaos for the rest of their lives. Touched directly by a being of pure order, granted guidance by a God of Man. For who could fall to temptation, when they had witnessed true beauty?

Regardless, they emerged in another universe once more. They floated through the familiar vastness of the galaxy, and yet all sensors indicated their location had changed immensely. There was no hint of the Dominion signals that were inescapable in Tor-6, and the signals that could be intercepted seemed to all emerge from a single planet. Primitive radio signals, conveying messages on a variety of subjects. The weather, the president, and a variety of other confusing things. But perhaps most important of all, there was no hint of the influence of Chaos in this universe, nor of the oppressive forces of the Dominion. It seemed like wherever they had been dumped, they would not be in any immediate danger. Although there was no telling what the Ruinous Powers were doing back in Tor-6.

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@Savato
An injured army? Was that the only morsel to be granted to it? It's advanced sensory capabilities showed that no opponent remained within this area, besides perhaps the meager guard that had formed around the original location the Conquerors had called their base. It had no interest in mere wanton destruction, it wished to fight in a battle where it could lose, a fight in which it would learn. Merely ripping through an army of inconsequential creatures held no value to it, and it growled as the uber ethereal so easily dismissed it. It had known the ethereal would discard it's threats, but it had at the same time known that it's foolishness would be on it's own head.

As Apocalypse looked up, it's advanced sensory capabilities located the hidden observer ship, even at this range. Whilst it was known to represent physical perfection in most senses, it's senses were the most underestimated of it's abilities. But it's sensory capabilities had surpassed the limits placed on most organic life years ago. It didn't just pick up on every form of radiation known to man, but several they were unaware of, in addition to the capability to perceive several supernatural phenomena, including the fabric of reality itself. Even as the observer ship attempted to hide it's presence, to Apocalypse, it was as clear as the stars themselves.

Marching down the street, Apocalypse stopped near the mostly intact remains of a Tie Fighter. It's subatomic vision allowed it to gain a fairly good idea of the materials the fighter was built from, and it was well aware that this ship would be able to withstand the air resistance it would face when thrown into the higher atmosphere. Grinning, it started swinging the tie fighter around it's head, only to launch it upwards with incredible velocity. The projectile shot off faster than the speed of sound, moving on a well calculated interception course with the observer ship, which it would hit with the power of a small nuclear missile. Even at long distances, Apocalypse was a dangerous foe, and any who underestimated him would soon discover their foolishness.

Apocalypse gleefully watched as the Tie Fighter impacted with the Overseer UFO, causing a minor crisis on board. The attack would inflict no real permanent damage, but it had never been anything more than a reminder, a reminder that Apocalypse was ready to crush them if they refused to hold up their end of the agreement.

Turning away, Apocalypse shot off to find the Conquerors' base, tearing through whatever guard forces remained with ease. It had no intention of merely fighting an army, but it had another plan in mind. After all, it had originally sensed these Conquerors in this country. And yet now they seemed to be nowhere to be found. Considering how technologically advanced the fellow with the plasma sword had been, and the fact that he had simply disappeared, the Conquerors most likely had teleportation capabilities. If this was the case, Apocalypse would force whomever manned the device to move him to a more populated location. He had no intention of outright fighting the Uber Ethereal just yet, first it wished to meet this 'Basterbine' that would supposedly be used to kill it. Until such an opportunity presented itself, it would make due with destroying the strongest warriors of this world, one by one.

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@supertinyking
As the One descended onto the world of Tor-6, it would find something odd, and yet horrifyingly familiar. For even as it approached, it could feel it's resolve faltering, terrible destructive forces tearing at it's skin. Marching onwards, it arrived at the source of the sensation, a single point. It was the size of an atom, impossible to see with mere human eyes. And yet, to a being of arcane capabilities, it was like a beacon of light. It was a portal, of such diminutive size that nothing of value could be passed through it, and far too dangerous to expand. And yet the One would know exactly where it lead, and why it's mere presence caused fear even in a being of such power as itself. For the very ground seemed to disintegrate from it's presence, the very atmosphere decreasing as the laws of thermodynamics were shattered. For what lay beyond the portal was the one place where no being, god or mortal, may step carelessly, the one universe in a multiverse of endless possibilities where none may trespass, even with the power to shape reality itself.

And, if one were to listen closely, if you were to place your ear near the portal, and risk the tremendous destructive energies within, you might begin to hear a tune. A soft, wilting song, that could only barely be heard, as if the player were in a different building, and you were listening through the walls. And it was a sad song that was heard.

Such was the 'gift' of the Chaos Gods. Such was their cruel mercy, their ironic charity. For they never truly gave, they merely offered. They implied, alluded to a greater reward, but they didn't do charity. Nothing was for free, and for every miracle there was a price tag. And some people just need to be reminded of that fact. Sometimes, a reminder must be brutal.

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@Billsomething
Well, the Imperium just sort of died, so let's skip that one.

The Alliance of Conquerors is an alliance of conquerors. It's in the name. A group of high-powered villains banded together, and are currently leading a massive army to conquer everything they can.

The Goa'Uld are a powerful intergalactic empire that recently gained interdimensional travel capabilities. They're also attempting to conquer this world, but they're doing it for Ba'al, a being they worship as a God.

The inkvasion group is kind of a small comedy relief group composed of two squid girls and a magical interdimensional esper with plans of ending all of reality. So yeah, standard fare. Also, beware Ika Musume, she be OP as shit.

Lastly there's the Dark Outliners, who have mysterious plans based on the even more mysterious plans of their mysterious leader, the Envisioning One. They recruit individuals for their cause by playing to their sense of morality, and offering to return them to their home dimension in return for their services. While they don't seem to be malicious, they're certainly dangerous, and definitely devious, and most assuredly.... mysterious.