Bow the Fuck Down

[Freeza]

“AT LAST, I AM IMMORTAL! Take that, Saiyan scum.” Freeza sneered as he spoke to himself, rejoicing at the good news. His defeat at Goku’s hands had left him adrift in space, weak and nearly dead, however the tyrannical alien had remained alive, for air was something he could breathe without any outside aid. He wasn’t oxygen deprived, he’d been simply loitering amongst the leftover boulders of that pathetic Namekian planet.

Fools. When Freeza returned with his newfound immortality, all the rats who had scampered into the crevices of the universe would hunted down and exterminated. A simple task, if he had had any feet.

The white being remained before the halved Freeza, speaking as though he were on a pre-recorded message or loop. It appeared to be an alien or humanoid of some sort, maybe some sort of demi-god or legend. Its name was Omni. It had apparently given Freeza power, riches, and his favor and yet asked for nothing in return. Freeza was worthy, as far as the alien saw it, he deserved everything bountiful the universe had to offer and more. Power by divine right of power. Omni had not even asked for the alien’s allegiance. What a fool. Freeza would use his newfound Omnillium paired with immortality, and enslave them all. The weaklings would all bow the fuck down. Those who defied would be mercilessly and brutally slain.

First. He would hunt Goku and end that ignorant monkey for defying him. Vegeta… Well, he was already dead. Freeza only wished he had made it a more painful death, but as egos went, Vegeta’s ego had died both damaged and obliterated. Freeza could take pride in that. The alien’s purple lips smiled and blackness turned to white. Omni evaporated and as though by magic, Freeza’s form had been restored.

What I desire most is their blood lapping at my feet, Omni. And I promise you I will have it. I am glad to have the immortal endorsement. Freeza thought while his squinting eyes narrowed. He would have it. In his hands. Swimming in it. Again and again. Victory would be Freeza's consistent reality for eternity. Horror would befall the dictator's every trodden path.

The room was white. Freeza gazed across the way, quite interested in the new change of scenery, perhaps there were other immortals here as well. None as powerful as he, however, Freeza was after all, the ultimate being. His fingers crunched into a fist, he swatted his tail and hit a dense, pearlized floor and flexed his alien toes. Strange, he had been transported here in his base form, it was lithe and and somehow… A little less powerful.

Freeza was aware of this almost instantly, his caudate appendage swishing around in the air, restored to its glory… And yet, still somehow lacking. His expression wrinkled with disgust.

“How odd,” his shrill voice narrated as the intelligent alien came to the unsatisfactory conclusion, “Even in my most powerful form, this room is somehow limiting my abilities.”

“Who are you talking to, freaky fuckin’ clown face?” a man with a smoking coffin nail hanging from his lips challenged.

Freeza’s eye twitched. He was not in the mood to be spoken to that way, not after Goku had slain him and left him for dead. Now he had this fool, someone with a power level he couldn’t even detect speaking to Freeza as though he were a circus freak.

“You’ll get one try to bow the fuck down and beg my forgiveness. Or, I’m going to rip your heart out of your rib cage and smash it below my foot like the disgusting roach I think you are,” Freeza’s spherical head fell to the side, amused and almost begging for the man’s defiance. He would make a good example to this room of busy on-lookers. A way to make a new name. “Perhaps you mistook me, Freeza, ruler and most powerful being of the galaxy for someone else..." a pause. "Your choice.”

“What the fuck are you even fucking on about, freak?” the man slurred, alcohol on his breath, liquid courage would lead to his very... Liquidy demise.

In a slice of a second, Freeza’s digits had plunged through the human’s skin, warping already moldable bone and puncturing the man’s pathetic excuse for a tar-covered lung.

“Oc-Oc…” the stranger’s face warped into an expression of pure horror as his voice caught in his throat. Air struggled in labored heaves while Freeza’s hand lay within his chest, trespassing and gripping the rubbery organ as it still beat. The tyrant enjoyed the moment of power, the man’s literal life in the ultimate boss’s hand. The smirk never fell from Freeza’s face as suddenly the alien gripped the slimy organ and ripped it from the various arteries and veins that connected it to the man’s bloodstream.

A squishy, Splat! sound came from the gory splatter of crimson essence that came with Freeza’s little game of operation. It was a clean pull though, his hand had already made the way through, now, the man grasped his empty chest and was forced to watch as Freeza sullied his hand with the man’s slop he called blood. The filthy scent of post-ape covered the white alien along with the gobs of clotting burgundy from the human’s cheap blood.

At least in death, this human would serve more purpose than when he lived a wasteful life.

The still-beating heart dropped to the ground in a sputtering puddle of red, the man’s expression watched helplessly as one arm reached out for his organ, but that wasn’t how this game would end. Freeza was the goalkeeper and he was also about to get a slam dunk…

His three pronged foot loitered a foot above the gentle rise and fall of the gooey mound, ready to stomp down, yet waiting and savoring the dominance and fear he'd put into the intrusive bystander. Freeza was enjoying the sadistic emotions of triumph that came with watching another pathetic creature’s defeat.

“Well, I did warn you.” Freeza sneered as his foot executed the final blow with an explosion of a heated gush, “Uck, it’s still warm, just like stepping on fresh dog shit, but you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, human scum?”

“M-m-my h-ear-ear…” the man collapsed to the ground, the color of fresh death pooling around him, and staining the Nexus’s pale light with an ugly shade of primate crimson.

"Can't hear you," the villain rolled his eyes. Tch. What a lame victory.

"G-guh-guh..." it was likely the man's final breath. No last words. How anticlimactic.

“Sigh, you weren’t much fun after all,” Freeza did sigh, and attempted to shake off the man’s drooling blood from his ivory skin, he began to hover, because the pool of blood was an inch from lapping at his toes, ripples of power rolled over the placid pool of blood, “I thought perhaps you might even cry out or scream, but alas, you just bent over and took it like a bitch. At least you’ll die the way you pathetically lived. It's just a pity I had to get my hands dirty at'all.”

[Freeza]

The corpse of the post-primate human was degraded to nothing but bark mulch, though, there weren’t many… Or rather any biotic lifeforms to thrive off of the still warm flesh. Not here at least.

“Yuck, no matter how much I fly, the stench of human trash still sticks to me,” Freeza complained with a roll of his crimson pupils, spotting a cybernetic, electric fountain that poured out streams of water he hovered slowly over to it and remembered that which was spoken to him. ”You can have anything you desire.”

It was tricky to imagine just how that worked, Freeza had encountered genies who had promised more for well... Their lives being spared. However Freeza had imagined himself being cleaned while he was flying around, and yet nothing had happened except for a few sparkles. He desired to be washed free of both confusion and the freshly drying blood on his perfect form. A quick rinse in the shower would do it. Fountain, shower, whatever. Same fucking difference. It was basically a fucking birdbath all he had to do was coo and water his feathers.

This Omnillium substance had yet to show its true power, the Omni had mentioned that it was very potent when molded by the right hands. Who else better than Freeza’s ultimate hands? Now that they were clean, the new prime felt liberated. Higher than ever. Some of his memory was foggy, he remembered the blond Saiyan with the stupid looking mohawk. He remembered nearly dying. But what of the Ginyu Force?

Freeza spun himself dry with a quick flick of his tail and then readied himself. He hovered in place calmly while envisioning a scouter to teleport or form into his hand. The alien tyrant felt something as the glossy orb of ki-like energy came into view. The substance continued to materialize into a scouter that would fit along his spherically shaped head naturally.

When the substance Omnillium finally settled into its shape, it stopped glowing and fell into his extended hand. His mutant hand clutched it in triumph. With this power, he could dominate entire universes, forget galaxies. Freeza had evolved into a new final form.

"Hahaha, with this, I will continue my reign over the worlds I encounter. Selling and gaining riches over the imbeciles who will live their lives happily groveling at my feet and begging for mercy." Freeza's shoulders adjusted, "My mercy is a gift not meant for such troglodyte trash, however, maybe I'll spare some if I'm in a forgiving mood."

A smirk wove upon his thinly menacing lips once more and he cracked his neck, extending his nimble hands and feet in a stretch. Everything seemed as though he was back to normal, however it had been a little more difficult for the alien to rip through human flesh, a surprise for the supreme being, especially when it entailed slaying that of a pathetic mortal lowlife. Something was slightly off, but for now, Freeza would seek out his allies, and perhaps make a few along his way up the tyrannical ladder. For this place was nothing like any world he'd encountered before. Freeza got the distinct sense this very well may be a new reality, given to him by the god who granted Freeza immortality. Omni obviously wanted Freeza to bend this place to the tyrant's whim. So that is what the sadistic being would do.

The scouter was a piece of technology that wrapped around Freeza’s head much like a headset, but instead of having a microphone, it had a single glass piece over an eye. Its arm was white and framed around Freeza's white face nicely. The square glass piece was a crimson-toned pink. The use of a scouter was to keep in contact with his army, send commands to the Ginyu Force, his pet minions that he had collected across the galaxy over his long endeavors of travel. They were a collection of the best who also agreed to aid Freeza in his unending desire for domination and power.

Freeza was the best, the ultimate, the most destructive being in the galaxy, and with that and his sadistic natural charisma he had quite the following. He’d forged an army. His men driven by fear and ambition, not far from what Machiavelli had defined the perfect way to rule. He’d both enslaved and destroyed planets and people enjoyed being spectators, never the victims themselves. Watching gave them a thrill of power that they could never wield, being spared made them feel guilty and only abide by Freeza's rule down to the letter. They had two choices. Obey or die. Freeza was always happy to oblige the latter.

However, as he pressed the scouter, trying to connect with any of his waiting legions of men, aliens, and monsters none of them responded back. How long had he been gone? No, how far had he traveled that he was out range of all the other scouters? The alien’s eyes narrowed. He couldn’t blame Goku, he was just an ape who had gone berserk on the wrong fucking alien. Goku knew little of his forces, just how many numbers he’d had spread out across the infinity of space. How much Cooler his brother or King Cold his father had invested in their desire for complete domination.

“Captin Ginyu, Jace? Is anyone of you pathetic worms there, or even alive? Please tell me you were smart enough to make it off Namek before it exploded, ugh, or do I have to do everything myself?” the alien had been endowed with such knowledge and power it made dealing with weaklings feel easier than kicking over pebble-trolls.

There was no response. No static. Nothing at all. Instead however… Freeza had discovered a new verse, one which harbored information, knowledge. One that called this new world the Omniverse.

Freeza hovered in place, his tail swishing from side to side with ample dissatisfaction. “Ignorant fools, it seems I’ll have to start from scratch, what good is it to be the ultimate being in the universe if you can’t even get a few fucking minions to do your dirty work for you? It is so very, very tiring being reduced to such mundane tasks, but alas, at least I might encounter someone who might just be good enough with his skill to fight back long enough for me to break a sweat… Hmmm… This form is awfully more lethargic than I am used to… I better change that.”

Freeza let his feet plant back on the ground and focused his ki on shedding the perfect armor. Like ceramic plate, chunks began to fall and piercing light erupted from the tensed alien prime, as though an explosion were soon to come out of the alien’s convulsing form.

[Serraph Quarrere]

If there was one thing Serraph knew about himself, it was how aimless he could be. For one who was literally a walking, human shaped scroll of sorts. From his time here in the Nexus, the wandering Arrancar had the place ingrained into his being. This place as pristine as it were served no more purpose for him. The portals, the fountain, and those primes and secondaries flocking to and from them bored him. For days it seemed no one different had come out to the fountain he had made as his temporary resting place. No Imperial Stormtrooper nor Camelot Guardsman had made their usual patrols out here. It was quite odd as it were.

 The only one who bothered showing up was a roughneck from one of the various portals yonder. The man smelled of dense cigar smoke complemented with a heavy stench of alcohol. The man ignored the Arrancar, possibly thinking him as a mere child. For whatever reason the man chose to stand there, it was likely the wrong decision. Primes that are transported here come from many various walks of life. It is impossible to discern completely the manner of man, woman, devil, or god that may walk from that fountain.

 The man rolled the dice and rolled a critical failure, a failure that cost him his life. What sense is it to treat a nonhuman as human? From where this violent dictator was from, this human could have unintentionally challenged him. Omni had the hilarious tendacy to pull Gods and Kings from their standing among their world to play in his little game. This result was quite amusing for the Ex-Espada, who somewhat patiently watched as he sat somewhat patiently against the fountain. 

 Serraph would stand, his pale hands brushing the dust from his bleach-white slacks and coat before walking over to the Fool's dead body, his light grey eyes studying the man's wounds. This Emperor of sorts was strong to be able to rip this man apart with little effort. "This man was quite rude, perhaps silence is a state best fitting for him.", The arrancar would say casually, his hands concealing themselves in a pair of pale gloves.

 The Brutal Monarch would turn his head, crimson eyes shifting its gaze over the pale arrancar. "...And you would be?", the alien would ask, his tail casually waving about behind him. 

 Serraph took a step back from him and placed his left arm out in front of him, bowing his body over that point. "I would be Serraph Quarrere, 8th Espada of Hueco Mundo as well as head Librarian of Los Noches.", The Arrancar would say before rising from his respective pose. His gloved hand would raise to his glasses, adjusting them upon his head. "Did Omni summon you as well?", Serraph would ask, his dull eyes glancing down upon the body. 
 
 It was only natural for him to feel a sudden craving for the recently dead. After all, he had been refusing to feed as a normal, boring Hollow would. Instead he chose to consume knowledge as nourishment. Through texts and knowledge he could keep himself relevant in his world but every once in a while he'd crave that metallic taste that a soul would give. "If so, Allow me to be the first... proper one... to welcome you to Omni's toybox"

[Lord Zedd]

A mighty roar of pure rage echoed around the Fountain of Infinity. It traveled across the white expanse of the Nexus, catching the attention of the freshly arrived space pirate and his newest acquaintance. At the source of the commotion stood a towering, skinless being, exuding unbridled fury. Lord Zedd had returned.

“Karl Jak!” the warlord called out mere seconds after his arrival.

He scanned the area. He was back in the Nexus. How had he made it here? He remembered traveling with Graowr and her newest band of freaks, and then it was all blank. The collar had beeped, several times, and then it was all a void of nothingness. That jester had killed him. Karl Jak had actually murdered him. By the schemes of the frustrating child-God he was back again, but that didn’t change the fact that Karl Jak had one upped him. He would find a way back into Syntech, and he would have his revenge.

The endless, blank expanse of the Nexus was somewhat jarring, as Zedd had become quite accustomed to the cityscape of Coruscant, and most recently the island in the Danteverse he regretted setting foot upon. It was difficult to process the empty slate he’d first arrived on, once more. Yet, here he was, once again surviving against the odds. It had happened plenty in his long life, and he feared it would happen again in his time here.

He just had to play it cool, and get back to Coruscant with as little fuss as possible.

“My, my,” a taunting, demeaning voice came from behind him. “I would think that with all that commotion you would have a power level at least somewhat noteworthy.”

Or not.

Zedd turned to see Freeza and another standing before him. He shot one glance at the apparent henchman, but then turned back to the one that was clearly sizing him up with some strange eyepiece. He seemed fresh.

“It’s been a rough couple of days, so it’s pleasing to encounter some proper insolence,” Lord Zedd addressed the alien as he raised his staff. “Now, begone!”

A sputter of weak electricity formed at the end of the staff, but faded away quickly. Zedd’s shoulders dropped before he lowered his staff. His spells weren’t working. Hopefully that wasn’t permanent.

“Of course,” the dark lord bemoaned. Every time he thought he got a grip on this inane realm, there was another curveball.

Freeza chuckled at the failed attempt on his life, a sight that was all too common. The other individual stepped back to get safe distance between him and the others while this played out. Freeza took a few steps closer to Zedd, but the freshly revived monstrosity did not budge.

“Your tenacity is appreciated, even if you cannot back it up,” Freeza acknowledged aloud. “I need to rebuild my new organization, now that I have arrived in this land of immortals. You seem like the type that could do some of my heavy lifting.”

“Oh, dear sweet child,” Zedd replied with his own laugh. “I remember when I was so naive about this Omniverse as well.”

“You’ve demonstrated thus far that you are a being used to success,” Freeza mocked the skinless warrior.

“You can check your past achievements with the welcoming crews that wander this empty expanse,” Zedd scoffed. “You’ll have to start over like the rest of us. I promise any of the Imperials loitering about would be more than enough for your untold powers.”

“Your excuses are simply delightful,” Freeza continued to find amusement in the situation.

Zedd looked around once again. He felt stiff, groggy, and weak as a result of his sudden reappearance. He’d already attempted to assault the strange being, only to find out he was in no shape to do so. Fortunately, the Imperials had a small contingent constantly present in the Nexus, so he wasn’t completely thrown to the wolves in this situation. Yet, the need to return to Coruscant was more pressing than ever, now.

Freeza laughed, possibly because he didn’t fully believe the statements thrown his way. Zedd didn’t blame him. He hadn’t either. What he needed was the that trigger happy stormtrooper, Searle, to come over and help put this being in his place. This appeared to be that pain in the ass’s day off, so Zedd would have to play it smart and tactical.

“I’m going back to Coruscant, where the real power in this realm lies,” Zedd announced, and abruptly turned around. He only made it two steps before his fellow villain stopped him with a simple, predictable sentence.

“What kind of power?”

Lord Zedd began to laugh.

[Freeza]

Omni... Summon… Welcome. He liked the sound of that. This young male seemed to admiring Freeza’s esteem. With his huge, narcissistic ego, he couldn’t have missed a compliment if it were a mile away. Though they had yet to even notice the brilliance of his least powerful form, he’d changed from pristine white to a form that looked a little less elite. He had two black horns mounted on his head, a rich purple cranium framing his pale lavender face. Lines of fleshy pink accented the places where the colors conjoined on his face.

He’d downscaled, though his torso was still white and had a significantly powerful natural armor, a similar white texture pieces of natural buff were guarding his shins and forearms, great for bracing heavier hits in battle. His tail was a tad sharper now, it was fleshy pink with very thin black stripes, and atop the end of it was a sharpened, thicker natural layer of alien flesh, this time purple.

It was far from his most lithe form yet the young blond hadn’t even regarded the transformation. How dare he! Freeza stifled his outrage, this one had mentioned being immortal too, summoned by the strange toothy child, those he encountered next could have paramount use to the tyrant. While he loved being ooed and awed at, it was no matter, his sharp black horns were enough for him.

This power that the skinless warrior held some allure. The strange alien may have been misleading, plotting an ambush, however, Freeza disregarded this, the ultimate being would not be had quite so easily, plus, they wouldn’t quite expect him to walk into it knowingly. Thinking himself clever, Freeza agreed to tag along, mostly for the purposes of recruiting Zedd. He was the type of beefy guy that wouldn’t mind getting his hands dirty. The kind of man Freeza would need in this world.

“Alright, I’ll play along, I’ll come to see just what you mean, I hope it serves use to me, and that you’re not wasting my time, that would be a very foolish thing to do,” Freeza said with a little spite in his threat. Freeza hovered over the ground as he thought walking was for peons and his tail swished in the air like a cat’s, contemplating what would come next thoughtfully as the aliens both moved forward, Zedd slightly in the lead.

The little human looking creature would make a good henchmen, too.

“Aren’t you coming, little minion? I think we’ll both have something to offer one another shortly. You seem like the type who has a certain inclination to power, if you were not, you would not be carrying that dense bag full of books,” the ultimate alien gestured. “I can offer you much more than the knowledge lost away in obsolete pages. That, and so much more.”

Transformed into a weaker form, can still fly, doesn’t have Freeza’s usual galactic armor on. P.S. He’s still short. This happened in my last post.

@Serraph, please Pm me when you read this. Zedd and I are going to coruscant and I want to know what’s going on in your mind and what Serraph will be more bound to do so we can all figure out how the up and coming conversations will flow. (Ie if this was a checkpoint post and Freeza gives you a scouter and send you on your way, or if you were planning to come along.) Thank you!

[Serraph Quarrere]

 "Little Minion"
 
  The foreign space emperor wasn't wrong. His purpose, his position, was one of servitude to his lord even if his intentions and desires fell elsewhere. As Omni, the great all powerful smiling one, ripped the Arrancar from his former seat among the Espada, Omni had freed him from whatever terms he held to the Primera Espada. This was, of course, assuming he to wasn't taken here as well. From his boring time here in the Nexus, Serraph could safely say that he was one of the only Arrancar here in this realm of existence. 

 "To strike hard at my heart strings so true, My Lord, you must have done this before.", Serraph would reply, a lone gloved finger moving to readjust his glasses. Serraph did indeed desire power. After all this is what came with knowledge, his primary sustenance of choice. Serraph would hold the greatest library known to creation, one in which all possibly knowledge would be inscribed within his very being. Surely that is the true meaning of God-hood, to know all that was, is, and will be.

 His eyes would drift over to the other who held himself in a similar manner to the Napoleon-esque space emperor. Tall and hefty, the being showed not so clear signs of fatigue, something Serraph wasn't sure if he was even aware of such. Perhaps his reformation wasn't an initial one. So Omni was indeed true at his promise of immortality (assuming a certain stipulation was met of course).

 Serraph would step in behind the two, his curious gaze never ceasing. His world was built around Humans and the souls they held within. Shinigami, Hollows, Quincies, and, dare he say, Bounts all were variants on what made Humans. These two clearly were something else entirely. They were foreign and alien making them more than worthy to catch Serraph's attention.

 "I suspect you two will make this trip quite enjoyable.~"

[Lord Zedd]

Zedd chuckled as he reoriented himself and began to make his way towards the Coruscant gate, with Freeza and his newest lackey in tow. As much as it pleased him to finally be able to one up somebody in knowledge about this miserable existence, it did frustrate him that Freeza had recruited a hapless minion mere seconds after his arrival. All Zedd had run across was Desh, the peons assigned to him by Desh, and the azure atrocity that he couldn’t seem to rid himself of.

“I am Lord Freeza,” the odd alien said as they moved, as they had skipped past the pleasantries in their previous conversation. “The ruler of the World Trade Organization, and the most powerful being to ever live.”

“And I am Lord Zedd,” the skinless monster replied quickly. “Emperor of all I see.”

Freeza let a sly grin form on his face at Zedd’s statement, while Serraph took the time to continue observing these strange primes.

“I feel that had we met prior to this land, we might have been worthy adversaries,” Freeza commented, testing the reactions of the strange individual.

“Perhaps we already did,” Zedd swiftly and condescendingly replied. “And perhaps I already murdered you without ever learning your identity.”

Freeza chuckled aloud. He would not struggle for an insignificant victory. Zedd could have this meaningless one. His quiet laughter did not go unnoticed by Zedd, but neither of them commented further.

Zedd scoffed as he walked. It was a sound theory, within his own mind. There were few whose might he truly respected, and not even Omni was not among them. Therefore, none in this realm were of any real interest and concern to him. Were it a fair battlefield, none of this scheming and politicking would be necessary. He would take what was his the way he prefered: by force.

It was silent as they made their way towards Coruscant. None of their trio had much to say, though for differing reasons. Instead, they were all left to their own thoughts as they traveled.

“Is this entire world so droll?” Freeza finally asked as they walked through the plain white nothingness.

“Beyond the gate to Coruscant lies a multilevel city, the type only seen in the most advanced of civilizations,” Zedd explained, with the portal now in sight. “It can be awe inspiring and stunning if you aren’t used to it. I, of course, have burned greater worlds to the ground.”

“Interesting,” Freeza admitted in a noncommittal tone as they walked up to the guarded arches.

“Nice work in the Colosseum, Zedd,” one of the stormtroopers commented upon seeing the Imperial prime.

“Yea, welcome back,” his partner added on.

Zedd ignored them and turned to Freeza and Serraph. “Beyond here is Coruscant, and where the true might of the Omniverse lies. As amusing as it is to see the unwise and weak get slaughtered, I’ll give you a fair warning because I’m feeling nice. Whatever you were before this land is nothing to the might the Empire will bring down if you act up in their verse.”

Freeza’s eyes narrowed, but Zedd gave him no time for a response. The skinless overlord turned around and disappeared into the portal.

[Cell]

Venom trudged away from the corpse he had made. Scarlet drops of blood slipped from his fingers, blotting the white floor and leaving a gruesome path behind him. His new host, Roger, was a stormtrooper in the employ of the Empire. Venom's understanding of this governing body was no longer a mystery as he probed the human's mind. He considered barrelling through the portal and into Coruscant, the Empire's capital, and in normal circumstances he would. Yet the information gleaned from the stormtrooper now under his thrall spoke of a force stronger than one symbiote could handle.
 
He saw endless battalions of soldiers, with their glistening white plate armour and polished black rifles, all in service to the Empire, and its figurehead, the Emperor. He saw how the world of Coruscant was run, and how little success a gargantuan black monster such as himself would have against such a highly disciplined, highly regulated army. Even if he didn't immediately start attacking and causing havoc, Roger's knowledge led him to believe that he would be watched if only for his frightening appearance, and eventually captured. The purposes of illegal incarceration weren't definite in the human's mind, but they were numerous; experiments, enslavement, permanent imprisonment, and of course good old fashioned murder.
 
Claws still sticky with blood, Venom wanted more, but he wasn't stupid. If this human's memories held truth, rampaging through Coruscant meant a death sentence, or worse. He had to find another realm to satiate his desire for carnage, one with less restrictions and less governmental oversight. But the risk-taker in Venom wanted to disregard all of the warnings in the human's mind. Where was the fun in taking the safe route? The only time anyone ever felt truly alive was in the heart of conflict and war. Why should he hide away, after this Omni had freed him of his prison and given him an entire dimension to run rampant in?
 
Venom picked up his head. He hadn't noticed anyone else other than the two guards he introduced himself to, but absorbing Roger had distracted him rather well. Chatter reached him and he turned back to the portal he had just left.
 
A muscled humanoid, his body deep pink and looking as if someone had flayed him, spoke to a shorter, horned creature with purple skin and white, bony segments. Venom had been in enough alliances with other sinister individuals to recognise when another meeting of insidious minds was occurring. A human also stood with them but took a passive stance, staying mostly quiet while the other two chatted amongst themselves.
 
As Venom retraced his steps, the gathering at the portal apparently oblivious to the slashed corpse occupying space to the left of the portal, the skinless metal-face turned and strode into the portal, vanishing. The short horned one and the human did not follow him immediately, perhaps delaying after catching the hulking black symbiote approaching them. Venom chuckled. He knew his visage inspired if not fear, then at least apprehension, in those whom he met.
 
"And just what the devil might you be?" the violet skinned creature asked, a note of distaste in its haughty and imperial tone.
 
Venom let his tongue snake out of his teeth-lined jaws before speaking, enjoying the change in expressions on both of his new acquaintances' faces. "I am Venom, little creature."
 
The eyes of the horned humanoid darkened. "Obviously you don't know whom you're speaking with. I am Lord Freeza, and you best watch how you address me."
 
He spoke with full-throated authority and confidence despite his comparatively diminutive build, finding no fault with his arrogance. Venom turned his head, inspecting Freeza like a predator would a defiant but defanged meal. There must have been something behind the bravado for him to speak to the symbiote in such a matter, but obviously Freeza wasn't taking the symbiote seriously.
 
Venom lifted a clawed finger and pointed to the carcass of the Imperial soldier by the portal. "Do you see that dead human? I did that."
 
"And killing mere humans is something I should be impressed by?"
 
Freeza gave away at least part of who he was in that statement. A regular person would show some disgust, surprise or trepidation about being presented with a corpse, especially if Venom was the one claiming responsibility for it. This one's face did not change at all; no raised eyebrows, no loosening of the eyes or lips, no sign of baulking at a dead body. Freeza was either adept at killing, had experienced plenty of death in his life, or both.
 
"True, most humans don't pose much of a threat," Venom growled. "But I think you'd be hard pressed to absorb one."
 
Before Freeza or the human beside him could respond, Venom stretched his mouth open, beyond the limitations of a jaw, his entire head peeling back. Roger's eyes fluttered open, and Venom drank the adrenaline that pumped through his body as his memories flocked back to him.
 
"Please!" Roger yelled, his voice breaking, pleading with the horned humanoid before him. "You have to get this thing off me! It's all over me, it's all ... inside my head somehow, I ... I can't fight it! Please, do something! I can't-"
 
Venom's black sludge oozed up his neck and engulfed Roger's head. His swirling white eyes and shark-like teeth reformed.
 
"Now maybe I don't seem like some idiot in a costume."

[Sarah Kerrigan]

Sarah Kerrigan was a creature of biological perfection, a hybrid of the strongest genes humanity had ever put into one being, with all the tools the Zerg could put within her in order to aid her development. There was nothing she would call greater than herself, and few indeed that were her peers either intellectually or physically…

Yet as she strode forwards, she could feel the barest hints of these beings true natures eking from their mental states. From the large, skinless being she could feel an aura of dominance and power, a regality and fury that was shared, if a little more tempered, by the smaller, white and purple xenomorph she saw speaking with the… parasite, as it seemed to be. A symbiont, of some sort, an ooze that oozed bloodlust. Kerrigan had informed her smaller zerg to inform her - or rather, to come close enough that Kerrigan could use her telepathic abilities to extract their knowledge - should beings of interest arrive in this tier. Evidently, she had been correct to do so - whether these beings would become allies, enemies, or some other alignment in between to kerrigan, the steel she saw in most of these beings left it’s mark.


The only ‘odd one out’ was the one with the glasses, the short blonde… His energy felt strange to Kerrigan, and compared to the other two, his aura was less aggressive. A barrier of calm left Kerrigan unable to grasp what the being was thinking from psychic ability alone, and his stance was kept carefully neutral. While it was less obvious with this being than the others, the Queen of Blades also noted several abnormalities in the creature’s heart-beat, pulse, and blinking patterns.Quite possibly an altered form of human, potentially just a non-human being with a similar biological form. She would make sure to find out at some point.

Peers? Potentially.


Still, she had just strode boldly in front of several powerful beings, some of which might even be primes… It was time to introduce herself before she had an array of unpleasant things thrown in her face.

“Greetings.” the Infested Terran stated with a smile. “I am Kerrigan. A recent prime, and ruler of the zerg swarm.” she added, a pair of hydralisks making their way next to her as an “honor guard” of sorts. The two creatures stood passively by the woman, their cobra-like heads hunched and their scythelike hands pointed towards the ground. “Lord Zedd. I have heard tales about you since I came to this section of the omniverse. I believe we might mutually benefit from introductions. And your…” Kerrigan looked at the rest of the group for a very deliberate second, as her smile widened into a smirk. “Acquaintances seem to be equally interesting. Shall we have words?” the woman asked, folding her wings as she stretched out her hands in a symbol of pacifism. Her hydralisks, similarly, lowered their heads in deference to the beings in front of them, as they were commanded. Their queen had denoted them of greater status than they, and thus, they would bow. Not that Kerrigan's absolute psychic control of the monsters would ever have allowed them to think otherwise.

A group of violent, angry, inhuman creatures, most of which had blood on their hands or were complicit in it’s shedding. Where oh where was a group of this immense caliber during the assault on Darkshire?