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Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@Gentlemanvaultboy
.... you know, I probably would be.

@supertinyking
As long as it's not Siren-level, it's fine. And take into account that tastes differ, in terms of music. Many people thought Micheal Jackson was one of the greatest dancers of his time, I think he just looks silly. So despite being highly skilled, he will not automatically be able to impress every audience, depending on the style of entertainment common to their home universe and their personal taste.

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@Wraithblade6@Absolis@supertinyking@Gentlemanvaultboy@Nightknight

- Viral -

Even as Viral had become ready to accept death, his life was saved by the strange ratlike beastman. It was strange to see a being so similar to himself save him, seemingly of it's own volition. Stranger still to see it use the strange powers wielded by the natives of this strange world. But the important part was that he had an ally, and that ally's motivations and origins would wait until later. Growling against the pain, Viral stood, his flesh already repairing itself, as Genome's immortal will asserted itself. His task was not yet done. His life could not end until his purpose had been fulfilled. This one truth he had doubted, and in doing so he had committed a blasphemy beyond reform. But to sink into self-righteous self-pity would be but another sin to add to his repertoire, and he had disgraced himself sufficiently. No, he was not done with this world, and no matter how tempting death might be, he could not rest until he had proven himself, and now, redeemed himself for the doubts he had shown.

These scene played out behind his eyelids, in the span of the blink of an eye. He was called forth to Lord Genome's chambers, as the humans moved closer to closer to Teppelin. He could feel the regret he had felt then, shame burning in his guts as he had tearfully demanded the truth from his lord. And Lord Genome, the Spiral Emperor, had granted his wish. He had been granted knowledge of the true origin of the beastmen, their true purpose, and the true power of humanity. He had learned that their infinite desire for expansion, their constant hunger, would lead them to devour the universe itself. And he knew that the Beastmen served as nothing more than the instruments of Lord Genome, the keeper, the guardian who would contain this hunger. This curiosity. This determination. He had learned that day of the reason for his being, and he had learned of the futility of the humans' quest. And Lord Genome had granted him eternal life, that he might carry the tale to all further generations. He would not rest until he had seen for himself the fall of humanity, and their re-imprisonment under the earth. And until he had told the tale to all who came after, the herald of his lord, and the carrier of his secrets. He remembered that light as it had filled him, and he remembered the face of a God, bestowing upon him this power.

What shameful fear, what shameful pride, had brought him to now betray that purpose.

With renewed strength, Viral looked upon his opponent, whom's attention had been broken. He would not die here, no matter what. And all who stood against him, who stood against his purpose, would be slain. The humans, and those who would guard their existence, were nothing but blasphemers in the eyes of the Spiral Emperor, and he would act as the vessel of the wrath they had incurred. Lunging forward, he took hold of Firebrand, fully abusing this moment of laxness, and threw him to the ground. Even Firebrand's large armoured form was not too much for Viral's wiry strength, and the demon found himself slammed face-first into the concrete at high speed, even as Viral rolled back to retrieve the blades he had dropped. He would fight or run, he would scream and shout, but nothing could bring him to death. Not as long as this undying will burned in his eyes.

Of course, that was when the ships appeared. Moments after appearing, they fired off a volley. Viral prepared to dodge if the barrel of their gun swung in his direction, but it seemed this was not their purpose. Instead they fired at the buildings around them, and within mere moments a wall of dust had enveloped the battlefield. The humans were lost, their inferior senses unable to guide them through such a minor hazard. Viral, however, had been trained to fight in any environment, and could maneuver by hearing alone, even if a place as chaotic as this. While his enemies no doubt rioted and panicked he slipped through their ranks, choosing to ignore the possibility of an easy kill for now. Because his senses also told him something else, much more important.

When the two ships once more emerged from the cloud of dust, they carried beneath them the massive frame of Enki. It took a lot of power to carry the immense mech, but Outward ships were more than capable of transporting giant mechs, as had been previously proven. It seemed they wished to repeat the heist. However, what the pilots, and more importantly Cyano herself, would not notice, was the tiny beastmen scampering across the armoured plating, and into the rigging formed by the steel-cable nets. He would not allow his most devastating weapon to be stolen by these impudent humans. Instead they would lead him to their hideout, where he would prove just how difficult he could be to deal with. In any case, Enki's auto-repair systems were already beginning to patch up it's most necessary system. It would be a week at least before his laser was in firing condition once more, but if he could keep the humans from messing with Enki, he should be able to pilot it again in but a day at most.

Threek, meanwhile, would have found himself briefly tugged aside in the dust storm before Viral's takeoff. The skaven would have found a strange communicator pressed into his hand, a small earpiece occasionally used by Beastmen when operating outside of their gunmen. Although rare, Viral did occasionally enjoy fighting outside of the safety and superiority of his gunman, and had as such always carried a number of such communicators with him. It was important to keep your allies in contact, and this mage being might form to be the most useful ally yet.

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@supertinyking
Any and all abilities/skills of the mundane variety that do not impact your ability to affect the world significantly, such as the ability to sing, cook, clean, or paint, are pretty much automatically allowed. So yeah, you can have him be musical.

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@Tyki@supertinyking

- Rhemus, Dark Angels -

Sighing, Rhemus resorted to his physical sight. This creature was almost as bad as a blank. Or a Tyranid. It seemed to suppress any background energy around it, and scientifically speaking it was rather amazing it had any colour other than black. Although it's vanity might have caused it to allow physical light to escape it, merely to ensure it looked like anything other than an obsidian blob. Prolonged exposure might be uncomfortable, but Rhemus had been well trained to avoid such hazards, and he knew better than to extend his thoughts in the direction of the creature. "Rest assured, there are many ways to deal with creatures such as yourself. You are not the first beings to have been killed, believing itself impervious." At this point the creature's arrogance had become a constant nagging annoyance, in addition to an odd snappiness, which appeared to be Rhemus' natural emotional response to the draining effect. It was just another thing he would need to suppress, thought Rhemus, as they started their ascent.

Meanwhile, Martin went on a bit of a ramble, probably a hefty release of adrenaline after a day of constant looming death. Had Rhemus not been trained to lack such emotions, he might have felt sympathy for the strange little mutant. It even deluded the creature into threatening the Imperium, something the librarian saw fit to ignore. "Be aware, that if your station is found to attack members of the Imperium, it will most likely be destroyed. I would advise you keep this in mind. I cannot guarantee what the Adeptus Mechanicum will do to your station, but at the very least it will be thoroughly searched, and your nuke disabled. We cannot have rampant bombs on the loose, and most certainly not in Imperial airspace. Most likely.... Suzi.... will also be disconnected from the system, although she will not be harmed in any way. AI is considered here-" Rhemus swallowed his own tongue, seeming to turn pale for a brief moment before regaining his composure. The other marines exchanged knowing glances as Rhemus quite literally choked on his own words.

"Ugh. I mean, it is considered dangerous to connect AI to important systems, as they are considered unreliable. If your words are true, your AI friend might be classified as a sentient mind in a different form, a non-artificial intelligence being kept in digital format. While I admit that I am not an expert on modern Imperial law, this might allow her to bypass the AI laws. But you will need to take such things up with the Adeptus Administratum." The word 'heresy' had recently dramatically decreased in usage by the Dark Angels. When they had first emerged into this world and found their Emperor resurrected, they had been overjoyed. Unfortunately it appeared there had been some errors in the old Imperium's interpretation of His word, and He had felt the need to condense over a thousand years of fatherly disappointment in a mere few days. This had left the marines rather distraught, but dedicated in following His NEW word, and trying to compensate for their apparent lack of understanding in the last 10.000 years.

As for the station, it mattered little whether or not the security resisted. The Adeptus Mechanicum was stunningly persistent, and at best he'd get the place bombed before they examined the scrap. Not that he thought it would come to that, considering the fact that the Salamanders might be deployed to deal with this. A small group of those would easily deal with any enemies within, and he doubted the minor stun weapons would have any real effect on Astartes in the first place. But it was the mutant's right to try and defend his home, and Rhemus was not going to get into another argument. Besides, this was a good time to see what the creature's judgement would be, faced with the odds as they were.

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@Wraithblade6

- Vulkan/Dave Grimm -

The Black Dragon Commander nodded, and stood, although his mask hid any thoughts he might have as he looked over his new commander. Inside his armour, the warrior stood over two meters tall, towering above the vampire. While Mithias might have been tall for his time, he found himself consistently dwarfed by the superhuman Astartes. "Yes, sir. I will ensure that the company functions fully. My name is Dave Grimm, of the Third Company." Dave's voice came out sounding almost mechanical through the mask's many filters, although it was still perfectly audible. he placed his fist over his heart, in an age-old sign of respect, before turning to a nearby console. He seemed to start typing something in when Mithias once more approached Vulkan.

Vulkan, for his part, turned grim at the vampire's words. Much of what he said bothered him greatly. This meant that this vampire, Alucard, possessed some kind of control-based ability, linked to blood. Perhaps this was related to how this creature controlled the Tyranid, something that had previously been believed to be impossible. But it was important to gain as much information on vampires as possible, and the previously summoned techpriests busily recorded every word Mithias spoke, creating a database dedicated to information gathered on vampires in general, and Alucard in particular.

When the towering titan next spoke, his voice held no humour. "You state that your species possesses the ability to control those linked to you by blood, and then in the same breath dare demand that I drink yours? You are certainly an interesting fellow, to so brazenly demand such a thing." Mithias might recognize at this point that his wording had been... unfortunate. Vulkan knew that he could easily force the vampire to give up his blood. He could rip off the creature's arms before it had even blinked. But such things were pointless. "Know that I grant you command, and rank, because you have earned my respect. Know also that respect is a mutual thing. Your men shall command nothing of you, save that you lead them well. You shall command nothing of me, but that I treat you with the respect you have earned. No more and no less, Mithias Vladomere. I may not be your master, but I am not your equal. Remember this." For a moment, Vulkan retained his stern stance, glaring down at the vampire, who barely came up to the Primarch's midriff.

"However, for this once, I shall deign to agree to your request. However, you will agree to allow my scientists to take a sample of your blood, that it may be studied in a laboratory." This was not a request, and no amount of arguing would be accepted. If necessary, Vulkan would happily manhandle the newly appointed commander to acquire what he wanted.

Such things out of the way, the Primarch caught the drop of blood on the tip of his finger, and placed it in his mouth. The taste of blood was foreign to him, as unlike many other chapters, the Salamanders did not eat their dead. But even he could tell this blood was abnormal, and as it entered his system, he could feel a pull. A strange pounding sensation, a tug, as if he found himself in a maelstrom. Looking around, he found himself staring at a spot on the wall, drawn to what was beyond. It was like the Emperor's own beacon, if His light were shrouded with darkness. It was faint enough that it might have gone unnoticed, but strong enough that he could not ignore it, not now that he knew it was there. This force that was there, this beacon of power. This was somehow connected to how this Alucard had taken control of the Tyranid swarm. Vulkan sighed, rubbing his temples, and waited a moment for his vision to clear.

Primarch immune systems were well beyond superhuman, and the vampiric blood was rapidly eliminated as a potential threat. The effects faded fast, but the memories would last far longer. Vulkan sighed, knowing that this experience had shown him something, even if he wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. "Very well. You are dismissed, Vladomere. Try not to get your men killed." He turned and vanished, engulfed by the bright white and blue energies of the Unity system.

"Sir, as the new commander, you must be introduced to the men. And I have readied the armoury." Meanwhile, Dave had managed to open a portal to the Black Dragons armoury, through which Mithias would be allowed to re-arm himself with the finest weaponry available to the Angels of Death. He would find himself presented with Bolters, Lasguns, and a variety of power weapons. Sets of sabers, engulfed in a thin field of energy designed to break down molecular bonds, allowing them to slice through even the toughest weaponry. The mighty chainsword, in a variety of colourful renditions. An armoured gauntlet, containing ancient technology that massively augmented the strength of anyone who used it. Claws wreathed in powerful energy, capable of incinerating anything that merely grazed them. The weapons were both numerous and incredible, making Soldier's most advanced armaments look like child's toys. Dave nodded. "Take what you need. Unfortunately, you will not be able to use a suit of Power Armour, lacking the proper implants." In order for Mithias to properly use that particular piece of gear, he would need to undergo the full process of space marinification, although it was dubious whether or not it would even work, and certainly too lengthy to even be considered at the moment.

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@Flamelord
Well you wouldn't get it from my territory, obviously. You realize most tech is stolen from battlefields, right? The ones with all the broken-down or abandoned ships, tanks, weaponry, and suits of power armour? I mean the plot is leading up to mass battle with the Tyranids, and everyone's gonna lose forces there. Steal the tech while nobody's looking. Port in a bunch of dudes with stretchers and run off with a tank or something (not literally that).

If you want to make a deal, then deal. The Imperium has called 2 negotiation meets, either of which would have been the perfect time to attempt negotiations of a variety of kinds. But when territory was being divided I basically had to drop Asia in your lap on a silver platter, because you didn't speak up.

Admittedly, one of the reasons I'm trying to prevent factions from heading into space is to prevent one faction from spreading out across the universe while the others are actually interacting with one another.

You can do any and all of the things I'm suggesting. Hell, the Imperium called a meeting you specifically declined to go to. I've been trying from the start to throw you every bone I can, although I can see my efforts aren't appreciated. I am not using GM powers to make my faction more powerful, nor am I unreasonably nerfing yours. If you believe that any of my statements are unreasonable then feel free to say so, and I will attempt to resolve the issue, and any other GM may call me out on any such unreasonable behaviour. But I feel like I've been trying to solve the situation here, not 'pushing my faction as much as I can'.

Regardless, I feel like this is becoming an OOC version of an IC argument, and I have no intention to cause fights. So here's my two solutions, feel free to pick either or suggest a third.

1) Dromari and Ba'al glare at each other a bit, Dromari leaves, Ba'al does his colony stuff, and it's generally ignored, in order to prevent conflict. Conflict with the Tyranid happens, and plenty of opportunity for stealing, dealing, backstabbing and doublecrossing shall be granted. The colonies will be left alone, might do stuff with that after the Tyranid conflict when tempers have cooled.

2) Conflict ensues, there's a big fight, and a war between the Goa'Uld and the Imperium ensues. Ba'al calls in his full battlefleet, the Imperium redirects it's soldiers to attack the Goa'Uld, and the other two factions intervene as they see fit. After 7 days have passed the Tyranid attack, and shit hits the fan.

These are the two ways I see this resolving, but I want it resolved, because this conflict is getting us nowhere.

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@Flamelord
Then adapt. The Imperium are a pain to mess with, so are the Ethereals. Of course they are. So you'll have to be smart. The entire point of Ba'al is supposed to be that he's a tactician, so play like a tactician.

Besides, if you're able to open a portal home, you could move in entire fleets of ships. 1000 space marines are a deadly force, but you could potentially move in millions of soldiers. This gives you an IG-y edge in straight-up combat. In addition, you might have to try and make underhanded deals, double-crosses, and other such things. Steal tech from the other factions, use it against them.

Your faction is by no means a punching bag, but you're going to have to play it smart, play the odds. Or you could just swarm the planet in soldiers, or as you previously mentioned, nuke your enemies from space. If you prefer direct combat, that is.

If you feel your faction is still too weak, then try asking for OOC assistance, and I'm sure one of the many GMs will happily try and assist you in this matter.

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@Flamelord
Border guard is rows of automated turrets. Space Marines just man the entry points. Your chances of corrupting the automated turrets are significantly worse than your chances of corrupting the space marines. And those chances aren't great. Automated turrets run on a Servitor brain inserted into a turret, and will see pretty much anything non-space-marine as an enemy.

But yeah, infiltrating the Imperium is a bitch. This faction is based on the 40K Imperium, which was pretty much designed to prevent enemy infiltration. Their only weakness on this front was the sheer size of it, spanning thousands of solar systems. But here, their full forces are fairly concentrated, with about half of them on the ground, and about half of them monitoring from above.

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@Flamelord
Well, they'd be Space Marines. So not incorruptible, but... fairly hard to corrupt. I mean, what are you going to offer them? Money? Weapons?

Regardless, you might be able to get something in eventually. But all it takes is one or two failed attempts to start a war. Cuz once you're caught trying to smuggle nukes into the Imperium, you ARE going to get interrogated.

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@Flamelord

Again, Fluff vs OP. Logically speaking I could argue the Imperium merely run constant interference with sensors and communication within their territory, as they use special Voxel systems and Astropaths, both of which are nigh-impossible to block. But yeah, that would stop their own ability to scan. So ima no. Just gonna say the Astronomican

Let's strike a compromise. You can't move into the Throne City without getting picked out by psykers, cuz they're literally at every entrance. Most military facilities in the Imperium are also guarded by the Grey Knights, as their main task is to protect the Imperium's ground facilities. So Psykers. But you could still sneak into their cities (although luggage would still get checked, similar to airport security. So no carrying suitcase nukes into Imperium territory).

Considering Cyclonic Missiles are usually shot into the cores of planets, it would probably only destroy about 1/4 or 1/5 of the planet when detonated on the surface. But you get my point, no?