thewizardguy

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@Flamelord
The conflict, at the moment, is limited to the area of the peace meeting. Only the ships and people in that particular area are currently threatened. While the Tyranid may expand their territory and become a larger threat in time, for the moment they're merely an omen of bad things to come. So feel free to do faction interactions.

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@Flamelord
Really can't predict what you're trying to do, but if you want help working around that, send me a PM. I'll see if I can assist you in letting it work. Believe me, there was no intention to ruin your fun.

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@Savato@Absolis@Flamelord@Pirouette@Wraithblade6

Kaldor sighed. This entire thing had been a waste of time. The Outliners had not only not taken the meeting seriously, sending a deranged freak, but they appeared to be actively sabotaging the meet. Perhaps they wished to cause instability, or saw some threat in a peace treaty between major factions. Regardless of their motives, this event had been doomed the moment they had been invited. Perhaps the only good thing to come out of this was the fact that it showed off the Alliance's new rulers, who appeared at the very least willing to cooperate. It was a step in the right direction, an omen that one day the fighting and bickering might be put on hold, if not stopped. But for now, it appeared there were more important matters to be dealt with.

The centre of the room exploded outwards, launching debris in all direction as a pulsing red-and-white object the size of a tank emerged from the floor. It pules in a fleshlike manner, the strange organic compound sitting still for the briefest of moments. Kaldor recognized what it was, and although he did not know how, he knew what form of enemy they faced. This would not be pretty. The pod exploded, spreading acidic goo over those present and filling the air with noxious gas. A single breath would be enough to kill a normal man, as the gas caused rapid cellular deterioration. Merely being in contact with it could kill a human in less than 10 seconds, as they were broken down into raw biomatter. The goo itself was even faster, burning through steel and flesh with equal ease, although it was not innately poisonous. Draigo warded himself with his powers, the two lethal substances flowing around him as he stepped forward. The monster that emerged was cloaked in noxious gasses, analyzing and concocting poisons on the spot, the least lethal of which were constantly pumped into the air from the exhaust ports in it's back, and the most dangerous were ready to be injected into any who closed in for melee, glinting at the edge of the barbed blades on it's dozens of tentacles. The venomthrope was a horrific creature, a shock and support troop with the ability to wipe out entire cities by spreading it's vile creations.

Kaldor raised a hand, and as he did he felt the creature's soul. Linked to others, perhaps, but still individual. The spark of energy that made it a living being, that seperated it from the lifeless machines around it. Gesturing, he ripped it from the creature. Dozens of blades shot for his head, as the creature sent out a psionic screech. In a moment it writhed to the floor, bright light burning from it's eyes as it was burned up from the inside. Purged and annihilated. As Kaldor Draigo moved on it crumbled to dust, the organic pod that had carried it soon to follow.

"Move. This area is compromised. Prepare planet-wide evacuation methods." Kaldor barked orders at the other representatives, uncaring for their opinion of him. He was the only one aware of the threat they faced, the true nature of these beasts. The Tyranid, who stripped entire galaxies bare of life, constantly evolving and adapting, an unstoppable armada of genetically engineered monsters. "Burn the dead of both sides to slow them down, kill anyone who's wounded by these creatures. Those who can't protect themselves, flee to Imperium walls. Those who are infected, burn yourself, it'll be quicker." These instructions might keep them alive, or at least make them last longer. If this was a full fleet, then they were all already dead. The best they could do was deal as much damage as possible. But he doubted that was the case, as these creatures had come from below. The fleet would have airdropped them from above.

Stepping out onto the small landing platform prepared at the side of the pavilion, the Supreme Grand Master of the Grey Knights took stock. Several more pods had impacted outside or around the peace meeting's location. Tiny creatures the size of dogs swarmed the building, attacking in swarms of ten or twenty at a time. Their body armour was bullet-proof and their blades could tear through steel plate like it was butter, but they were relatively weak. The infantry of the hivemind. Blasts of divine white flame shot from his off hand as Titansword flashed, ripping through the charging creatures and clearing the landing. His armour could've withstood any hits he took, but he merely dodged and parried the creatures, even as dozens came at him at once. But he was merely delaying them. More would come, and the pavilion's anti-grav engines were taking a beating. He could do his part, clearing this area to the best of his abilities, but it would be up to each of the representatives to make their way out on their own before this place dropped out of the sky.

In the distance, the Ethereal ship was under attack as well. Hundreds of pods shot out of the sea, far below, slamming into the hull at hypersonic speeds as powerful organic teeth-like drills tore through the alien alloys. While significantly more resistant to attack than the marble peace home it had also attracted far greater attention, as hundreds of the dog-sized Hormogaunts crawled over the outer layers, accompanied by a few larger tyranid. A psionic entity similar to a floating snake with a massive head fired a beam of pure warp energy from it's mind, blasting a hole in the hull through which dozens of the creature's rushed. The creature itself merely floated leisurely inside, ready to annihilate anything within. The two Goa'Uld ships were still out of range, but if they were to close in they would find themselves similarly boarded.

The situation looked dire, but Kaldor Draigo merely smiled. At least he was back in his element - killing shit.

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@Gentlemanvaultboy
Desperation and determination are a dangerous combination, and as Firebrand charged the snake mage sliced both it's blades towards his neck. Catching the blades left cuts deep into his palm, and most other creatures would have simply lost the top half of their hands. But Firebrand endured, making a desperate last gambit at life. Unfortunately, he had miscalculated, failing to understand the weakness of his attack. While both combatants had lost the use of two arms, the Yuan-Ti possessed an extra pair, which it was quick to employ. The headbutt would have shattered bone and shredded flesh had it struck true, but it was interrupted halfway by a forcefield that enveloped the demon's face. Scaled hands hovered tentatively in front of his eyes, waving in almost hypnotic pattern as the bands of force wove over his skin, locking his head in place. With no way to build up momentum, there was no way to break the cage without releasing the blades, and allowing them to remove that which he sought to free.

The only positive development to come out of this unfortunate endeavour was perhaps also his downfall. The curse that had so drained him slowly began to abate. Cold numbness gave way to prickling agony, as every cell in his body collectively gasped for fresh air. This gasp was cut short, as the demon realized that the mask of energy covering his face not only locked him into position, but also cut off his air supply. Any chance to recover was shattered as his muscles began shivering and shaking, deprived of oxygen and life. His lungs burned and his brain screamed as blackness began to pull at the edge of his vision. With no oxygen to fix the damage done by the curse he might as well still be cursed, and now he was out of option.

Malevolently staring at it's prey, the Yuan-Ti knew it had won. It's thoughts seeped into Firebrand's mind like a green ooze, forcing their way into the cracks of his failing consciousness. Voices spoke of an empire inherited by the children of foul gods, of great temples and living sacrifices, and immense power payed for with sacrifice and servitude. He learned of vile practises and cruel torment, and the voice was like a lullaby, urging him to a sleep he would never awaken from. It was a whispering lie that slithered through his mind, dispelling determination and preparing him for death. He would not be dead for long, he knew. Just a moment, as the moment his heart stopped his soul would be caught, ritually prepared, and reinserted. Unlike the fortunate fools his ally now fought his mind would not be allowed to fade, shackled to his body and made slave to the abomination's will. An eternal torment, a fate of suffering and servitude, an undead warrior to guard this creature for all of eternity, as it amassed even greater powers. And every secret he learned was like a nail in the coffin, a statement of fact, a grim fate that could not be avoided.

Then, for just a moment, the creature's concentration broke. Had it just.... moved?

Slowly, the demon's left foot moved upwards, and came down with a heavy smash. Moments later the right followed, slowly forcing the snake priest back as Firebrand made his way forward. Blocked, suffocating, half dead, his charge had not ended. Clinging to the last kernels of life inside of him he pushed forward, the only direction he could go, the only thing he could do. The creature hissed and screeched, as it was pushed back with every step. It yanked at it's blades, still held by bleeding hands, and the edge struck bone. But no amount of pain nor damage loosened the infernal grip. The abomination gestured, the forcefield pushing back, but no amount of force seemed enough, no amount of magical energy slowed down this final march. The creature raised itself up on it's tail, bringing it's full and significant weight to bear, like a serpentine boulder pressing against him. And still, they moved. Through willpower and determination alone, Firebrand simply refused to die, refused to pass out, and absolute refused to lose.

Pebbles rained down on the ground, as a long green tail slowly clipped the building's edge. Now the snake pressed close to Firebrand, getting as far from the edge as possible, desperately clinging to safety. It was a long drop down. And as they stood there, on the edge of oblivion, finally, Firebrand released the beast's blades. Yanking them free at last, the Yuan-Ti Abomination lost all purchase, and careened over the edge. It screeched all the way down, uttering curses in several ancient languages, before it's tirade was brought to an abrupt halt by a sickening crunch. The forcefield over Firebrand's face dissolved, as he was finally allowed to draw breath.

((In this post, I made some assumptions as to Firebrand's actions. On the whole I attempt to avoid doing this, but I found this to be the best narrative ending to the conflict I could think of. If you take offence to this, my sincerest apologies.))

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@Supertinyking
Ozo tore through the undead creatures. A figure in oriental clothing slashed a number of blades aside, wielding a Japanese sword decorated with an ornate golden dragon coiling around the hilt. Another pulled back a silvery bow, unleashing a series of glowing silvery arrows which seemed to home on their targets. Yet another dodged and wove around his attacks, blades attached to his ankles coming dangerously close to decapitating the frog creature on a number of occasions. Had they been alive this would perhaps have been more of a challenge, but while they fought with the same styles they had employed in life, much of the subtlety was lost. They felt nothing, and their reflexes were relatively sluggish, although still quite impressive. One by one they were chopped down, often with the assistance of the red demonic figure that flew past, peppering the area with fireballs.

However, after some fighting, the remaining undead suddenly just dropped to the ground, no more alive than they looked. Ozo felt like some kind of influence had left the area, a prickling sensation he only noticed when it was gone. It appeared that whatever had been animating these corpses had stopped doing so, and quite suddenly at that. Ozo would have a moment to look around, and perhaps hail the demon that had assisted him. Or perhaps he would noticed Firebrand, as he stood on the edge of the building. However, any pleasantries he engaged in would soon be cut short.

A shadow fell over the building. Slowly looking around, Ozo was confronted with the massive face of Enki, blocking out the sun. The giant mech hung from the side of the building, glaring down at those present. While he might not have been certain of the demon's allegiance, this was most definitely the leader of the invasion, Viral. And Ozo got the feeling that, sawblades or no, he was not ready to take on an enemy of this magnitude.

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@NightKnight@Gentlemanvaultboy@Supertinyking

Finding his way through the city, Viral sighed. It appeared most of this city had already fallen, even without his gunboats. The most competent souls had fled, and he had personally eliminated a significant chunk of their defences before the main force even struck. But it seemed that there were still some small pockets of fighting. With a mild kick he dropped a house on a squad of armoured vehicles who had gotten it in their mind to fire on him. A casual sideswipe crushed a winged pest, some kind of raven-man wielding an energy blade. They had been given plenty of chances to surrender, and Viral's mercy had run out. Meanwhile, loyal followers both new and old gathered around him, his army reforming. While the increase hadn't been as vast as he had hoped, his forces had certainly become more significant, and the weapon markets had provided an excellent source of arms for those among his troops who did not yet have powerful weaponry.

Suddenly, Enki's comm systems captured a message. It appeared a powerful broadcast signal had been sent practically all across the planet, on a general frequency. Curious, Viral opened it, listening as some human blabbed about a strategically important location. It sounded too good to be true, and that usually meant it was. Was this a trap? But who would they hope to trap, sending out a signal all over the place? The other factions were certain to respond to such a message, no one target would appear. Was this person just hoping to bunch up as many dangerous folks as they could? Or perhaps there was an actual matter of importance, so important that this person had been forced to discard any and all security precautions.

Grinning, Viral knew what he had to do. This would be the first blow against the human filth that ruled this world, his first great conquest on this world. Even as he stood on the ashes of the city he had set out to level, he planned out his next assault. This matter was of strategic importance, and might grant him the upper hand in the ensuing wars. Others would respond, but they would be slow to do so, and they would send scout forces first. He would go in full force, and merely erase all in his path. While the denizens of this world wielded powers far beyond Viral's comprehension, none could match the raw power of Enki. And with this army at his back, he was certain to capture and hold this point, making off with a strategic asset while other factions squabbled over petty territory.

However, for this endeavour, he would need elite soldiers. And his sensors had located some high-powered action in the area. Moving over, he found the source of the combat on a nearby roof, and quickly climbed up the tall office tower. The top floor was collapsed, but still the action continued. Enki quickly took take of who appeared to be the victors. They were certainly dangerous individuals. He recognized the one they had defeated, the snake that had passed him on the way up. That had been one of the most powerful soldiers in his army, and if these strange fellows had managed to best that monster... well, he wanted them on his side. They would certainly be useful assets. And best yet, they all appeared to be inhuman. He grinned inside his suit.

"Well, it appears I've found the source of my problems. I offer you a choice. Not much of one, really. I'm in a hurry. I'm creating a group of special forces in my army, officers with power above that of the general mook. Any of you who refuse die here, so I'd recommend you join. But, if you choose to die with honour, then I commend you on your bravery." The massive mech raised an arm, and a hatch opened to reveal a row of giant kunai. These would shred anything they hit, and probably cover a fairly large area. Viral was confident in his ability to stomp these guys if they tried to flee or even fight him. "Answer quickly. I have places to be." Meanwhile, his makeshift army would merge with the newly acquired Alliance battalion below. For them it wouldn't be much of a change, fighting and conquering for a slightly different leader. And Mortanius was certain to find plenty of new bodies to choose from, if he was willing to make do with corpses. Viral needed his forces in tip-top shape.

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Name: Viral
Appearance:

Personality:
A proud warrior, loyal to the Spiral Emperor. Viral considers humans to be lesser creatures, and works tirelessly to prove his superiority to them. He is also stubborn to a fault, and has a strong sense of honour. While not entirely above a sneak attack, he loves fighting a worthy opponent, and often gives his opponents time to prepare if he believes them to be worth the effort. On the battlefield, Viral commands the respect of his men and refuses to sit on the back lines.
Abilities:
- Immortality
Upon learning of the origin of the beastmen, Lord Genome bestowed immortality upon Viral. While it is unknown if he truly cannot die, Viral does not age or tire. He can continue acting for an indefinite amount of time, and needs neither sleep nor the solar charge that most beastmen require. This immortality also grants him rapid regeneration, and most wounds close almost instantly. Some believe Lord Genome also transformed him into a Spiral Entity, granting him the ability to generate Spiral Power like most humans of the Gurren Lagann universe, but he is unable to use this in any meaningful way.

- Master Combatant
Viral is a highly trained warrior, bred and trained for the purpose of eliminating humans from the surface world. He's an incredibly skilled hand-to-hand combatant, with great agility and speed. He's also a master pilot, being trusted with some of the most advanced technology available in the Spiral Empire. While he avoids guns in general, he is also quite skilled with a longbow, and specializes in bladed implements.

- Advanced Senses
Perhaps due to his animal heritage, Viral possesses a sense of sight and smell that dwarfs the human sensory range. He's able to detect opponents far away and through cover, as well as tracking enemies through smell alone. His nightvision is superhuman, but he's still bothered by the lack of light, especially as he isn't used to being able to act during nighttime.
Equipment:
- Cleaver: A favoured weapon in hand-to-hand, this long battle cleaver becomes a lethal weapon in Viral's hands.
- Longbow: Of archaic design, this weapon is mainly used for hunting, as Viral prefers face-to-face combat.
Origin: Gurren Lagann
Theme Song: Nikopol

seperate stat sheet for his mecha:

Name: Enki
Appearance:

Abilities:
- High-powered Machinery
The high-tech engines inside of Enki grant it immense speed and strength. It can move with the exact speed and flexibility of it's user, even greater with an experienced pilot. When used by Viral, the Enki is able to react to supersonic projectiles, leap over objects many times it's size, and perform other stunning feats of agility, uninhibited by it's immense weight. It's strength is perhaps even more impressive, as it's capable of lifting over a hundred tons. It's striking strength can easily send other mechs flying, and it tears through mech armour bare-handed with ease. This makes it a stunningly dangerous combatant, and those used to less agile mechs will find themselves swiftly dispatched.

- Armament
The Enki is equipped with a variety of high-powered weaponry. It possess kunai launchers, missile launchers, cannons, and it wields two long black katanas in melee combat. Defensively, it employs an extendable wrist-based shield capable of withstanding heavy arms fire. The most powerful weapon in it's arsenal is probably the laser mounted in it's helmet. This immensely powerful attack can wipe out most foes in a single strike, and has been known to wipe away areas the size of a small city block with one shot. However, it requires a short time to charge, allowing those facing it's fury some time to escape.

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@Nightknight
"Very well then." Viral stood imperiously above his opponents, but refused to accept his defeated target's weapon in any way. "Simply remember this day, if you have any thoughts of escape. You can flee to the far ends of the Earth, and join any army you like, but the second time I won't be so merciful. And I WILL find you." Those were his final words, as he merely scanned and added the soldiers in this army to his already extensive database. Any enemy soldiers already in the database would lose any chance to rejoin the army, as Viral had no time for traitors. A single chance at redemption by joining his side, that was all he offered.

Turning, he gestured to his army. It was clear they were to charge the city, as he marched back inside. It appeared his gunboats had been dealt with, and his infantry was taking some damage. They'd taken control of the main guard tower, but resistance had exceeded expected values. No matter. He would make up for any losses. After all, this bore all the hallmarks of a dangerous but small group of enemies, and he'd always wanted to create his own elite squadron. Now that he had returned to the field, soon everything would be rectified. After all, even if his minions failed, none could stand before the indomitable Viral.

@Gentlemanvaultboy

The creature looked at the charge, raising it's dual blades. If a snake monster could have grinned, it would have. As it was, it merely shifted it's tail in a menacing fashion, as it prepared to slice through whatever magical attack Firebrand would offer against it. And when a blob of magma emerged from the creature's beaked mouth, the Yuan'ti slashed as expected, but the blades were slowed by the magma, and barely missed the demon as it shot up from it's dive. Meanwhile the magma, unlike the fire, was not immediately dispersed, and managed to land on and scald the right side of the creature's body. It unleashed an unearthly screech as it quickly wove a ward against fire, limiting the damage to it's form. the magma seemed to be rebuked by the newly formed defensive ward, and slid off of the creature into the ground. More interestingly than it's ability to rebuke fire, however, was the reason it had not done so from the beginning, as Firebrand noticed the pain in it's chest momentarily decreasing. It appeared the Yuan'Ti could only focus on one spell at a time, and only when it dropped the ward once more did the curse resume it's task.

The Yuan'Ti stood still, after having a significant portion of it's right side scorched. Scales had been burnt off, revealing the black and red skin beneath. Had the wound not been inflicted by fire, perhaps it would have bled to death, and had it's constitution been anything but superhuman, the shock would have debilitated it significantly. But the creature stood, ignoring the pain. And the glare in it's eyes showed that it was not used to being harmed, and Firebrand's actions had made things personal. This fight would not end until the demon lay bleeding on the ground, another sacrifice to the serpent gods.

Words were whispered in an ancient tongue as runes were drawn in the sky. The cold began to spread through Firebrand's body, pain followed by numbness. Breathing became more difficult, as slowly it seemed all of Firebrand's bodily functions began to shut down. This curse was indeed a lethal one, and it would not take long before his heart itself stopped, or his lungs drew their last breath. Meanwhile the creature itself slithered forward, blades at the ready, seeming to wish to take a more personal approach to the fight. The same trick wouldn't work twice, and the anti-magic blades would make Firebrand's trademark attacks close to useless. Without assistance, he might soon find his journey at an end.

Meanwhile, the nameless red arremer found itself in only a slightly less unfortunate situation. A series of arrows shot up at it as the undead mercenaries focused their attention on him. Bladed warriors stood at the edges of the building, ready for his inevitable attacks, and anything but a direct hit from a fireball was practically meaningless to them. Destroyed arms or legs, holes in their chests, nothing seemed to do more than slow them down, besides destroying the head. They were still able to move and fight without a brain, but they seemed to still rely on their eyes for sight, and the blinded undead were rarely a threat. But for this red arremer to involve itself in the main battle with the Yuan'Ti would be difficult while under this amount of fire, and might simply draw the attention of the remaining undead to his boss, which would surely be disastrous.

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@Nightknight
Be aware that the Emperor is able to:

- instantly erase all souls on a planet from existence
- annihilate entire solar systems through telekinesis
- telepathically guide an entire galaxy (while in a coma, and fighting off the Chaos Gods)
- force entire armies of supersoldiers, including psykers who could level cities, to kneel to him merely by telling them to
- stop time completely in a planet-sized area
- grant complete immortality, at will, as a minor ability
- recreate a being's genetic makeup on a cellular level with a thought and a glance
- see the future, alter the future, and warp probability on a planetary scale with galactic range

Having any character in your faction of this power level is frankly ridiculous.

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@Absolis@Savato@Wraithblade6@Flamelord
It appeared that Malden's statements in regard to territory ownership had been completely ignored, as the Alliance representative made their own list of demands known. It appeared everyone had come with demands. Sighing, Maldus resigned himself to them. Eto was ignored completely, as her pointless blabbering served only to distract from real issues. "While I am certain that some limited level of technological trade can be established, I severely doubt any would agree to such a... comprehensive agreement. Perhaps a less extreme version could be applied, and individual items of scientific knowledge be shared and exchanged for one another. As for your requirement for... embassies..." he used the more familiar term, attempting to steer the conversation away from the ludicrous extremes stated by the Alliance without offending them "I'm certain that such an agreement would be beneficial for all. But instead of an installation in populated areas, such an embassy should be placed in the capital of the respective factions. The Imperium would be most interested in-"

Whatever the Imperium was interested in would have to wait, as Eto received the mystery signal, and the equally mysterious storm clouds began to appear outside. Malden turned and stared, interrupted mid-sentence, as the truly immense ship slowly emerged from an equally titanic portal in the sky. This was a ship the scale of which even the Imperium could not equally match, despite their overall fondness for ridiculously oversized weaponry. Perhaps only the personal vessels of the Primarchs, or the Rock, the modified asteroid which served as the mobile base of the Dark Angels, could approach it. But perhaps even more stunning was the fact that the Envisioning One, the mysterious leader of the Dark Outliners, was moments from making his own appearance. Of course, wonder soon gave place to dread, as Maldus felt a sudden wave of heat wrap around him from behind.

There stood Kaldor Draigo, Supreme Grand Master of the Grey Knights, Military Commander of the New Imperium. He glared at the ship in the distance, as his eyes were wreathed in divine flame. The size of the ship did not impress him, neither did the presence of the Envisioning One. Such petty things had lost their charm hundreds of years ago. For all he saw was a breach of the rules he had put into place. If this was not a direct attempt at a military coup, then this was a show of blatant disrespect not for him, but for the Imperium of Man, and the words of the Emperor himself. This was a blasphemy that could not be allowed, and could not be forgiven. It appeared the Outliners had pursued their hubris too far, and believed themselves to be above the laws and rules applied by other factions.

There was no tangible sign, aside from the flickering flames in his eyes, that Kaldor had called upon his full power. But anyone in the room could sense the difference, feel it in every bone in their body. His Presence was like that of a titan, an almost tangible force that filled the room, pressing against the minds and hearts of those present, a force that would strike terror into the hearts of lesser men and nearly sent Maldus crying to the floor. To bring such immense forces to bear during a peaceful meet, to purposefully and arrogantly brush aside the limitations to their forces.... this was an act of war. And if it had not been such a powerful and dangerous faction, if there had not been a smidgen of common sense holding back his zealous fury, he would have gladly torn them to shreds on the spot, and brought their leader to it's knees (assuming it HAD knees).

"You have violated the laws of this meet, and disrespected the terms and conditions applied by the Emperor of Man." Slowly, the knight drew his sword. Titansword was a massive blade, a Nemesis pattern Force Sword, one of the most lethal weapons produced by the Imperium. It would slice through forcefields and superheavy armour with the same ease, augmented both by it's particle-annihilated field, and the focused psionic energy running across it's edge like white flame. "In this time of peace you show your true colours as xenos filth. If it is your intention to start a war, then I will gladly strike the first blow. But if you wish to maintain the peace you have come so close to shattering, then step back into your ship, or I will be forced to show you the physical form of the Emperor's law."

Perhaps, the present Outliner forces would be able to defeat Kaldor Draigo. If the other factions worked with them, they would most certainly be able to slay him. But from his stance alone it was clear that he would take an army to merely challenge, let alone best. There was a reason the Imperium had sent but a single warrior. They had needed but one, for he was an army in and of himself. Of course, those factions present would have only a limited time to react. For Kaldor was not the only force that had been triggered by the arrival of the enigmatic Outliner leader.

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The sleeper opened his eyes. A million upon a million tiny mechanisms, tiny thoughts, flowed through the electromagnetic and telepathic spectrum, a field of information crossing the world in a billionth of a second. A fracture in space and time, a discharge of energy of noticeable proportions. A traveller had come once more through the hazy veil, and one who had been noticed. The sleeper stood, the motion meaningless to the being, as were all such concepts of form. But the time was ascertained. The commands were writ in stone, granted to it by a being beyond even it's comprehension. A plan was unfolding of a magnitude even it was only partially capable of realizing, but it knew it's part, it knew the role it would play. And it would play it, for that was it's calling, it's destiny. It was the reason for it's existence, for all the meaningless and pointless struggles of life before the master. And the end of them all. It appeared the pieces were in place, and the stage was set. It was time to play.

All who lived on the world at the time might notice it, might feel it. Many would not be aware that they had noticed anything at all, discarding the strange tingling discomfort as a mere figment of their imaginations. Others would know that they had indeed noticed something, but wouldn't be able to comprehend what it was. A change, certainly, but one beyond their capability for comprehension. A shift in the taste of the air, in the feel of the sunlight, a shift in the basic logic that defined reality as they knew it. A break in the logical continuity from which all of creation and knowledge derived, an exception to the most basic rule. A moment lost in time and space, emerging from an endless rest. The beginning of the end, the end of the beginning, the primal knowledge in all that exists and all that may exist that the vessel they inhabited had been tilted, touched. Like the tiny figure inside a snowglobe attempting to understand the finger that had prodded the walls it was bound by, tilting it's world ever so slightly.

Once before this world had been cleansed, the filth rinsed off so that it might ring anew. But new dirt had accumulated, creeping from every twisted corridor of the multiversal infestation to set up nest in this once pristine sanctuary. And thus once more the sleeper was called to duty, the duty it had always felt but never truly known. Once more it would set out, and all would know the true meaning of despair. Once more, it would cleanse this world of the filth that was life, and it would prove it's worth to oblivion.

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@Supertinyking
Alarms blared as red lights flashed, the droning sound awakening the tired scientist. Readings went wild as a computer in a locked room exploded violently, showering the sensitive equipment around it with sparks and tiny fragments of superheated debris. A bank of supercomputers ran a thousand calculations and hit a thousand logical errors, as the very lighting began to fritz. A strange purple glow surrounded the outermost labs, as information cycled through various stages of nonexistence. The bell was ringing, but none knew for whom it rang. And Robertson would be left with more questions than ever, as slowly the turmoil died down, and once more reality returned to it's natural state... mostly.

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@Nightknight
Your char seems fairly balanced, except for the claws. Tank armour is ridiculously tough, especially with modern high-end tanks employing materials tougher than diamond in their armour plating. The teleportation would also make the attack unavoidable. Nerf this attack, and your char is accepted.

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@supertinyking
Robinson is accepted.

@Nightknight
Based on your character's description, this would put them in the Super-Elite tier, both due to the power and nature of her abilities. This means they'd be on the same level as the likes of Kaldor Draigo, Eto, and other one-man-army characters. Characters with power like that will be sought after by both sides, and remaining neutral will be impossible, in addition to becoming a high-pri target. While Morty might merely fight in a battle, Ace might get nuked from space.

If you're fine with playing a character of such magnitude she's accepted, so long as you don't abuse her.