Putting out the call

[Summer]

If it hadn’t been patently obvious before, it now became completely apparent to Somerled that in this world, technology had completely eclipsed magic. Pursing his lips, the monster listened on intently as Doctor Regal presented the device he had manufactured to aid in their endeavors. His small, wristwatch-esque devices apparently held the ability to track down this “dark power,” allowed even flesh and blood beings to harness the power of the chips, and could even alter the wearer’s body to be more resilient. The power of strengthened senses, grimoires, and augmentation all in a single, futuristic package. This was a city to be feared.

The spirit of storms lifted up out of his chair, rising to his feet after the doctor had finished up his explanations, keeping one ear on the ramblings of the other occupants. He wouldn’t deny that there was a sense to what some of them were saying, especially the one who had radioed in. Working in groups was likely the best bet. However, he really couldn’t trust most of the people in this room as far as he could throw them. So many of them just reeked of deception.

“What do you think?” Somerled mumbled, half to himself as he stepped up to where the Liberator Aides had been laid out.

“Whatever you’re thinking, probably,” came a half-assed response from his own mouth, as Sonny spoke through him.

“Gee thanks for the help,” he said under his breath, picking up one of the devices and eyeing it suspiciously.

“You’re welcome.” And with that, his other half fell silent once again. The spirit sighed, slipping the aide onto his left arm and scanning the room once again. As unfortunate as it was, he couldn’t change the fact that teaming up was probably necessary. So far he was zero for two in ‘surviving while lone wolfing’ and one for one in ‘surviving with comrades.’ The best option would be to ally with someone, and thus he had wanted the sun spirit’s opinion on who seemed the best, or rather who was probably the least likely to backstab him because they got a taste of power. Since Sonny wasn’t willing to oblige him, he was on his own. That didn’t mean he didn’t have someone in mind, however. His eyes fell upon the human that had stayed relaxed around all the angered fuckery. His comments had shown that, at the very least, he was level-headed, which put him many steps ahead of everyone else. Mustering up as friendly of a smile as he could manage, he strode across the room.

“Hello,” he came to a stop just in front of Jim Raynor, greeting him with a faux-cheerfulness. “You sound much more trustworthy than everyone else here, so how about we work together?” Somerled grimaced internally at his own greeting, maintaining a light grin. Perhaps he should have made his other half do this part.

[Desman Black]

While everyone else either leaving or yelling at each other, Des was more focused on how to get rid of the table, the tools could be put in his 'backpack' and would be useful for later,  but the table would just be an annoyance.  The robot thought of the other times he had summoned objects, the photo turn but into Omnilium when it was crushed, not the best idea with all these people here, and the car just dematerialized when he stopped nedding it, maybe the table would just disappear over tim... The robot, only just a little bit surprised, looked at where the table used to be to see it had disappeared when he was thinking about it. Looking around after that fact, Des could see the newly forming team near the door, a skinless being, an elven teen, and a women of an almost ghost like complexion.

'What do you think?'

'Of joining them? While it would be best to travel in a group, it would allow a better chance of beating the Darkling, and if someone was to be corrupted it there would also be a better chance of deafeating them, and at least one of them should have a contact to outside person to warn the rest of the fighters. So I don't really see a reason not to.'

After a second or two of hesitation, Des walked up to the oddball group trying to be as friendly as possible.

"Do you have room for one more?"

[Simon]

The next minute passed by in a blur more intense than the last minute. More laser bolts screamed past the devil hunter's head, the rays of heat threatening to paint scorching lines across his features. Enough of this bullshit, Dante swore. This operation desperately needed a thrashing, and the son of Sparda would have to provide it full-force.

Dante ducked under another shot and somersaulted into the air, rolling out a steel-clad heel kick. The unfortunate darkling caught under it felt his skull give way for only a moment, before his helmet caved in under the assault. Obsidian flinched away as the kick followed through, legs buckling and body doubling over from the force.

He didn't even realize Dante sheathed his sword during the jump until his empty fist plunged into his face a moment later. The impact popped open the commander's jaw and rapped against his windpipe, killing his next order before it could come out.

Shifting his boot leftward, the devil hunter threw a flying roundhouse towards the synth holding up Rod. A desperate attempt to shrug away from the attack only produced a sickly snap from the metal grave crushing his shoulder. Dante's foot barreled the two injured Darklings over each other, reducing them to a heap on the battle-torn floor.

That left the Romulan, leaning gravely on the side of the totaled van, the crooked and holey steel pressed against his back. Dante hunched down, winding up a punch- expanding a pile bunker from his glove and igniting a pair of thrusters. The soldier Darkling fought a small battle to raise his weapon, against the protestations of his burning chest. In the moment he could nearly taste victory, the Romulan had it robbed by the blazing fist of Gilgamesh, his molten wound tenderized and then impaled by the pneumatic spike.

The Darkling cringed, his lungs filling with tainted blood. The pain he felt was a mere pittance, but the raw damage rippling through his torso spoke volumes of his condition. Dante looked up, and found himself just in time to receive a spit of fluids hacked forth from the alien's sputtering throat. His ensuing sneer could not properly express his inner disgust.

Obsidian flipped a switch, sending voltage flowing through his electric baton. His attempt at a battle cry only generated a throaty rasp, but it did not deter him from his attack. A wild swing met Dante's arm just too late to deflect it, sending a lethal shock though his body and into the Romulan's as well. The son of Sparda yanked himself away, shaking off the tremors rocking his nerves. As that near-dead alien slumped to the ground in defeat, Dante ruminated for only a moment if such a shock might've fibrillated him.

Another swing from the commander attempted to connect with Dante, but the devil hunter proved himself too deft for such wide strikes. He ducked under one, dodged aside another, and then thrust his head forward, flattening Obsidian's nose against his own forehead. The effort didn't do much in the way of damage, but it was debilitating enough to send the man reeling for a moment. That would be all the time Dante needed to draw Rebellion and rake it down the Darkling's ribs in a single motion.

So he did, to the tune of shredding mesh and crackling bone. Obsidian could only cough forth a muted cry of anguish in response. While he attempted to hold his ground, Rod and the Synth both propped themselves upright and readied their blasters again.

Dante already had his counter-attack planned: with both hands on Rebellion, holding the hilt high and the blade forward. With a swift heave of the arms, the half-devil's blade spun from his toss wildly. The plan worked- the Darklings flinched from the sight of the flying blade, relaxing for a mere moment when it seemed to go wide to their left. That was the moment where Rebellion changed its path, sweeping back into the pair as their eyes followed in renewed horror. All the flesh, bone, and military-grade hardware did little to stop the runaway propeller of a demon sword, dark blood spilling from the deep wounds drawn across their necks.

Obsidian, fancying his luck, took note of the onslaught and attempted a combat roll under the approaching blade. Despite the crushing objections of his crippled chest, the corrupted commander's clumsy flop of a dodge managed to duck under the spiraling weapon.

His simple victory would be short-lived. The Darkling picked himself up, winding another swing with his electrified baton. Dante remained steadfast, his link with Rebellion drawing the demon sword back towards him. The business end crashed right through Obsidian's back, spearing through the read side of his ribs and punching through the wound carved on his chest. He hesitated, stumbled forward, and landed right in Dante's vengeful grip.

The Gilgamesh gauntlets curled their fingers into a fist, creaking with pressure. Holding the Darkling by the neck, Dante punched him in the head.

The first strike cracked the skull under his knuckles. Each faint spike adorning the joints of Dante's demonic gauntlets created a new wound in the man's head, with vicarious dark nectar flowing from them. The devil hunter scowled.

The second strike struck the same place, creating an audible crunch under the offending fist. The Darkling's bodily functions shut down, his eyes glazing over and his weak body finally giving out. Only Dante's angry grip on his windpipe kept the corrupted man upright.

The third strike came astray of the cave-in of the skull, instead raking across the dead face. As if Obsidian's featured were not scarred enough already. As if he would care, at this point.

The fourth strike made a compromise, crushing the right side of the man's face firmly under the wrathful punch.

The fifth punch followed suit, ramming straight into the flow of pummeled flesh and fragmented bone.

The sixth punch got a speck of blood in Dante's eye, and he flinched.

The son of Sparda could feel the furious expression he was wearing. His frown stretched his face to the limit, his mouth hung heavy, his breathing more ragged. Had he been yelling? Dante went to wipe off his eye, and nearly got himself a whole eyeful of blood from his gauntlets. He recoiled, the sudden stench invading his nostrils and sending a shiver through his upper body. What was he even doing? What kind of problem would beating a dead horse solve?

Why do you care? It's what they rightfully deserve.

Right. This again.

His eye still stung, but the ghostly glow had now faded from it. Dante let the mangled corpse of what was once a commander drop from his hand. Obsidian fell to his knees, then flopped forward onto the devil hunter's boots, painting them with flashes of gore and impure body fluids. The landing rung in Dante's ears a moment, above the dull roar of several blasters embedded in his hearing. He waited for silence, even an eerie one, but it never came.

There was a creaking somewhere. The source happened to be the remains of a broken ceiling fan, swinging by a single thread left. Dante regulated his breathing again, tried to calm himself. Yes, indeed, this battle had been quite the ordeal, and a detriment towards everything he had been working towards. Such a conflict never would have stopped him before, though.

Dante raised his gloved hand again. The hell-steel that composed Gilgamesh had already soaked up the blood marring it previously, the trace iron deposits spent refacing the weapon. He wiped at his eye with the bade of his thumb, alleviating the sting somewhat after a few strokes. The son of Sparda sighed as he removed his hand, placing it on the upright hilt of Rebellion.

With a single firm yank, Dante wrenched the sword free from its dead pedestal. He looked around, propping the sword on his shoulder. Death was the most pervasive smell now, beating out the must of the old shop. What shocked Dante, however, was the unnatural nature of the smell. Ever since they had entered the plce, each of the soldiers carried with them some foreign stench- the scent of some foul evil, if the hunter had to venture a guess. It was a shame they had to die, surely, but if they held the fresh drops of some new dark force, then there could be little other fate for them.

Dante's thoughts turned back to the beginning of the battle: his visit from three missionary robots. They made an offer, and he had refused. And of course, like any violence conflict started in his office, it ended in total destruction. What had they said, again-?

A groan pierced Dante's recollections, and he looked up from from where he brooded. Pushing away broken timbers and stepping over murdered aliens, the leader of the Heel Navis lurched forward. His torn-open chest sparked and crackled with electronic pain, the motors in his body creaking and moaning with every shift and step. One robotic hand was outstretched, dripping black fluid from the fingertips.

"Y-You are m-m-arked. You cannnnot-ot-ot hide. We-we will... de-sssssstroy. F-for-or... nnn-Nebulaaaa..."

Grateful for the message of what he would be up against, Dante plunged his sword into the robot's head. The steel folded under Rebellion's overhead slash, sending the machine alight with static and sparks. His functions gave out, and he collapsed in a heap of scrap on the ground.

Now, that- that actually felt satisfying. Sheathing the blade behind his back, Dante managed another smirk as he turned and walked out of the gaping doorway of his ruined shop.

[Dr. McNinja]

I will have more meaty posts once we get started...

Ogong perked his ears. The relatively wimpy-looking man was talking to the bad-ass soldier in blue armor. He instantly jumped to his feet and landed on the back of a nearby chair, grinning widely.

"Oooh, you look tough!" the monkey chattered, "I wanna come!"

[Madotsuki]

Madotsuki had little to say about the matter-- she was a woman of few words, and in all honesty, this giant group of chaotic people only worsened the issue. She had every intention of helping out Dr. Regal, however. Without speaking a word, she fit the gauntlet on her off-hand and flexed the fingers. It almost almost felt like a natural extension of her arm from how smoothly it moved.

She turned to the doctor and saluted, glaring at Zedd. 'I'll go look around in Camelot. I always wanted to go there.' And with that, she backed out of the room and began making her way to her rebel friends down at Tier 5.

Alright. It was time.

She had arrived at the Blue Moon Café a while ago, waiting for the rest of the crew as they prepared to say farewell. It was unfortunate that they were going to lose one of their stealthiest Primes, but they had agreed that these Darklings had to be dealt with, and Madotsuki was well-equipped to handle them.

They finally offered their goodbyes, with Madeline giving her a hug. "So you're going to Camelot?" Rush asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

'Yes. I've been meaning to explore more of the Omniverse, and that was one of my top candidates.'

"Ooh!" the brunette exclaimed. "That place sounds really cool! It's like something out of a fiction novel!"

"This place is like a sci-fi novel," Svia suggested.

Madeline pouted. "A really tragic one," she muttered.

"Anyway!" Crusher held his hands up to silence the group. "We should let the little missy 'ere go on 'er way. Don't worry about us, we'll 'old the fort down 'ere and keep an eye out for Darklings."

"Good luck," Madeline added, waving a hand to say goodbye.

The dreamer smiled at the group. 'Don't worry-- I won't forget about you guys.'

It didn't take long to arrive at the gate to the Nexus. But before she left, she turned and glanced at the city that she probably wouldn't be seeing again for quite some time.

[James Knight]

"So you must be Doctor Regal..."  said Sombra, as he entered the area where they were. Tracking down the place where Doctor Regal was staying had not been an easy task to say the least. But it was one that he had done and succeeded at. For he was determined that no two bit darkness creature spawning idiot was going to conquer the Omniverse. The Omniverse was going to be his conquest. If he had to play the role of the hero as a means of ensuring such happened? He'd do exactly that. After all he was willing to do whatever it took to ensure that his victory was possible and actually could happen. Of course, with Celestia around he was going to have to be careful. He couldn't scheme, or carry out his plans like he was used to. They'd need some element of 'good' so she didn't meddle with them. The good in what he had planned was that a threat to the Omniverse was going to be removed. Bad part? Sombra's methods in doing so weren't going to be very nice. 

After all, he was still a bad guy even if he had been forced to lay low for now. 

"Do tell me who has signed their death warrant by antagonizing me by sending these creatures all over the place."  Sombra said this maliciously, a predatory grin that was capable of unnerving people on his face. If one knew what Sombra had planned for Nebula, one might almost feel pity for the organization as they had ticked off a Unicorn who was used to murdering people who meddled in his affairs. Of course O-Harmony had been murdered because Sombra had given them multiple chances. The bandits had been murdered as a means of preserving his reputation. Well that, and he hadn't wanted any other ponies to get eaten by them, or bothered by them. Death had been the easiest solution.

[Lord Zedd]

Lord Zedd was pleased to see that his announcement had gained at least a little bit of attention. Several odd and unique primes had answered his call and gathered around him, whether out of genuine concern of the realm of Coruscant or simply because it was as good a place as any to start with the mission at hand. Why they had come was irrelevant to Zedd. The important thing was that they were here, and he was accepting of all help.

“Accepting” being quite different than “welcoming.”

Still, there was one final task before them, and that was the matter of simple labeling. Granted, he would likely call all of his motley crew by some spontaneous nickname, but it was wise to at least try and commit some names to memory. Zedd was trying hard to become a team player.

“I am Lord Zedd,” the dark lord bellowed to his new compatriots. “Identify yourselves.”

[Jak Mar]

Jak was looking at Desmond when the skinless being responded. However, the knife eared hero wasn't eager to spill out his name right away but he said it. "Name's Jak. "

He was the first one to respond.

[Jim Raynor]

Heads up, Jim's not in his armour. It's out in the lobby.

Perhaps the first person in this clown rodeo not to outright prove himself as a blowhard approached Jim. He was an unassuming man; lean, a little dishevelled, clothes dull and drab. The terran commander wondered why someone like him would answer a call like the doctor's, but he knew outward appearances could be deceiving. Hell, there was some man walking around without a face, just some chattering skull in its place. A little monkey boy approached as well, his tail swaying as he scrambled over. He leapt onto the back of a chair and declared his intentions to join their group with simple words.

Jim took a drag of his cigar and dropped it on the floor. He trod on it, rubbing it into the floor. "Sure, never hurts to have someone watchin' your back," he said, smoke surrounding his face in a thin haze. The thin man nodded, but the monkey boy seemed much more pleased with the new alliance.

Taking one of the Liberator Aides, Jim slipped it on his left hand. The screen lay blank for now. He wondered just how terrible these Dark Chips were. From the doctor's warning, they were best destroyed. Jim never was an easily corruptible type. Well, at least not with power. Bourbon, on the other hand ...

"All right, guess we'd better head on out. Anyone got any bright ideas on where to start?"

[Desman Black]

This Zedd fellow seemed to be a little more demanding then Des would have preferred, but they would need a leader and it didn't seem like anyone else in the group was stepping up to take the title. "The name's Desman, Des for short." The robot almost seemed to extand his arm for a hand shake before retracting it, judging by the language from his mouth, the bare-muscled charater was already enough of an egomaniac,  they really didn't need to be singled out by Des.

[Morene Fellon]

Morene, raising her hands in the air quite suddenly, spun gently around the center of the newly formed Coruscant hunting group. A very strangely placed smile widened across her cheeks, the plates of silvery armor clinking as she introduced herself to what she saw to be the flayed man, and charmingly short red robot.

"I, Morene Fellon of Creedmoor, am grateful to be in your presence, and honored to be by your side!"

Zedd, rightfully confused by this enthusiasm, took a tiny step backwards. However, Morene had no intention to steal his spotlight. Of course, Des stared on, just as confused. The huntress continued.

"You may lead, Zedd, if everybody else has your consent. I trust in most people's ability to initiate as a welcoming sign," Morene said, bowing as she finished.

Unsure of everybody else's opinion on the matter, Morene hoped this would get things going much quicker than they were before.

[Jak Mar]

Jak crossed his arms, slightly tapping his foot in impatience. He tried to be careful with the flayed being named Lord Zedd. Along with the dark red robot, all of them seemed to make a interesting team. The creatures were out there stirring up crap and Jak hated to wait too long.

[Desman Black]

The wasn'treally taken a back by Morene's enthusiasm, he had definitely met more enthusiastic poeple, it was the dance he found odd, it almost seemed tribal, of course, it didn't really take long to remember that these were most likely people from a different universe to his own.

"I agree to let Zedd lead, for now... Despite not meaning to, the line from Des' almost sounded like a threat. Noticing Jak's impatience, the robot added to his previous statement. "We should probably get going though, especially if how big of threat Nebula forces have been worked up to be are true."

[Kopaka]

Kopaka passed his icy gaze over the collected Primes once. Just once. That was all he needed to confirm that none of them were the sort of person he would naturally get along with. This was nothing unusual, but in this instance it was actually liable to impeded his progress. The Toa of Ice also somewhat smugly noted that all of these zealous, erstwhile leaders seemed to be interested in pursuing Nebula sites in the more temperate verses. Perhaps the best way to isolate Primes capable of working with him would be to take a similar, if more blatant approach. The Toa waited for a lull in the murmuring voices before increasing the volume of his vocalizer to a loud, sharp buzz.

"I am Kopaka. Toa of Ice. I embody the spirit of Winter and the natural forces of the blizzard. For this reason, I will direct my attention to the Nebula site in the Frozen Fields. Those of you who are capable of weathering such climes may accompany me..."

Kopaka shot a glance at some of the other volunteers in the room, especially those who had made themselves out to be of great, informed importance.

"...those who prefer to stay cozy should invest their energy elsewhere."

Perhaps it was a pompous, chiding gesture, but it Kopaka honestly didn't care. The sort of people who might be offput by such bluster were the kind of Primes the Toa didn't need to deal with right now. The room was silent for a few moments, save for a few choice scoffs. Without further ceremony, Kopaka stormed out of the lobby in a gale of frigid air. He grabbed one of the shackle-like Liberator Aids on the way out and stared at it distastefully in the low light of artificial night. He was just as suspicious of the device as any of the other assembled Primes, but there was no other choice. With a synthesized snarl, Kopaka clapped the cuff over his metallic forearm, where it sealed into place with a pressurized squeak.

The Toa would wait five minutes. Anyone who couldn't make up their mind in that amount of time didn't have the tactical wherewithal to work competently.

[Summer]

A short hum swelled up from Somerled’s throat, and he crossed his arms as he mulled over his new ally’s question. Given that’d he’d been killed somewhere and somehow before he’d reached a library, he unfortunately didn’t have the extensive knowledge of verses he would have liked. He barely knew three of them, it would be out of place for him to suggest anything. Thus, he’d leave the decision-making to the others. Hopefully, they’d have more in-depth information and would be able to make a better call.

“Whatever you’re most confident with,” came his answer once he’d finished deliberating. “I can’t really say I have a preference for anything.” There was a short pause. “Though I would prefer it being open to the air,” he pointed upwards as he continued. “I need access to the sky for my power. Ah, that’s not to say I’m useless if I’m cut off from it or anything...” the spirit trailed off, shifting uncomfortably on his feet and dropping his hand back down. "So, I'll go with whatever either of you would prefer."

[Jim Raynor]

"Well, if ya'll leavin' it up to me ..." Jim gave the monkey boy a quizzical glance, but he just shrugged his shoulders. "Don't rightly know all that much about the Omniverse, but I have made a little home out in the desert. Place called the Endless Dunes. Got some people out there I'd like to keep safe, now I think about it. Didn't see much dark chips or whatever it is we're huntin', but I guess I've been a bit busy to notice. Could be a good place to start, anyway. Even if the search comes up empty, at least I'll get some peace o' mind knowin' my friends ain't in any danger. Well, not from dark chips, anyway."

Raynor looked at the thin man. "And to sweeten the deal, desert means lotsa open air. Sky and sand for miles and miles. Reckon you'd get all the power you'd need."

His companion nodded his head thoughtfully. "That sounds good to me."

"All right then." Jim walked out of the room, his two new companions following him into the lobby. 

His CMC-400 armour, standing rigid, hissed as he approached. The hatch cracked open and Raynor clambered inside. It closed atop him, clicking in place and granting the terran commander full access to its suite of features.

"Welcome back, commander," the adjutant cooed from within the armour. "You have come into possession of a device that I can interface with. Would you like me to connect?"

"Much appreciated," Jim said. It'd be handy to be able to hunt these dark chips with the aid of his marine suit. "Adjutant, track the closest route to the Endless Dunes from here. We've got some foragin' to do."

[Skeletor]

Skeletor’s mind was drifting, he wondered idly if he had made a mistake so quickly rushing headlong into another conflict so soon after his return to unlife. But no, he needed to gain power, and these dark chips seemed like too perfect an opportunity to pass idly by. The Bio-mech made his declaration and strode out of Dr. Regal’s laboratory. None of the other assembled primes seemed prone to follow. Skeletor grinned to himself as he affixed his gauntlet, the Toa’s isolation was a dual-benefit. Should things go awry, and he be attacked by a self-righteous hero, it would be beneficial to have fewer of them around. Heroes liked to attack in teams, he had learned that much in Darkshire. Further the lack of any other searchers to accompany him would make the Toa less inclined to question Skeletor’s motives.

The Warlock followed Kopaka, “A jaunt in the mountains, is it?” he asked with a stilted attempt at comradery, “Sounds exactly the thing for me.” The disguised warlock grinned. Kopaka turned telescopic sensors taking in his blue skin and minimal clothing.

“Right.” The Toa said with a generous touch of sarcasm. “I am through waiting, we will make for the Nexus…” Kopaka turned away, not bothering with any further line of questioning into his new travelling companion, and began to head towards the nearest elevator to the first tier. Skeletor only shrugged cloak swirling about him as he followed.

“Lead the way, icy one.” He said with what approached nonchalance. The Toa of Ice stopped in his tracks almost immediately, and turned back to face Skeletor.

“No more of that.” The Toa declared, then trudged on again, Skeletor still following in the foriegn landscape. The Warlock had picked a thorny ally indeed, but he could not afford to alienate himself here. Kopaka seemed the type that would not hesitate to leave him stranded in this unfamiliar world without a second thought. For the moment, he would need to be diplomatic. For the moment.

The Two primes reached an elevator, the Bio-mech swiping some sort of strange ID to gain access before they entered. The two primes rose steadily towards the first tier, Kopaka silent as ever, Skeletor keeping equally mute as he analyzed his compatriot and the world around him.

The elevator car reached the first tier and the warriors stepped out into the crowds of the first tier. The two primes were impressive enough that they didn’t have too much trouble clearing a path, fortunately and they reached the Nexus Gate in little time. During the journey, Skeletor thought he had seen another group of the armored soldiers attempting to intercept them amidst the crowds, but they had pulled back after a short time, disappearing into the bustle of The Empire’s bastion of prosperity. The Warlock wondered whether Kopaka’s presence had spared him yet another encounter with Coruscant’s finest.

The two warriors reached the Nexus gate. Kopaka stopped for a moment outside the swirling portal Gazing into its rippling eddies. Skeletor found it quite difficult to read the Bionicle’s expression, but he felt the Toa’s expression was one of remembrance. The Toa of Ice squared his shoulders and stepped through the portal without further hesitation, Skeletor following close behind. He had escaped the clutches of the Empire from deep within its bowels, now it was time to see just what this Dark Data truly was.

[Celestia]

Compared to what Celestia have lived with for thousands of years, Coruscant was a technological marvel.  That said, she wasn't as stunned by it as one might expect.  Though most of the specific devices on display were things she didn't recognize, technological change as a whole was something she'd lived through a few times.  She had built up a certain resilience to such changes over the course of her life.  And while she'd never seen them on this scale, the mages and inventors she'd governed had occasionally come up with devices of vaguely similar concepts.  Though the city itself was a little more surprising, who'd have thought that a city could be build so large as to cover the entire plane?  She'd read as much in the book previously, but that was different from actually seeing it.

The group had an objective however, which meant they couldn't stop to admire the city, and they didn't.  It wasn't long before they'd arrived at an elevator, and stepped aboard.  Revan took a moment to assure Celestia that his prior association with Sombra was not something he meant to conceal.  It was an easy thing to forgive, so much so in fact that she almost didn't think it would be necessary.  But for peace of mind it had to be said.  Celestia smiled back at Revan.  “Don't concern yourself too much.  You had no way of knowing the two of us had a connection.  And of course I didn't think to ask.  So it is not truly anyone's fault in the end.”

Any further discussion of the topic would be forced to wait, as the elevator came to a stop.  The doors opened, and the sound suddenly shifted from the quiet of the elevator to the noise of several voices discussing all at once.  There were already several primes there, and already discussing which trouble spots they would be heading to and who they would be travelling with.  A few got onto the elevator the three of them just left.  Apparently they were a little late, by comparison, but that would be no excuse to be impatient.  They had to confirm their presence with the doctor and learn at least the critical information before jumping into the fray.

With the majority of fighters here, presumably mostly primes, already organizing themselves, Dr. Regal was apparently able to greet the three of them in person.  Or perhaps this was merely a protocol they missed the explanation of, seeing to each volunteer individually.  The answer was sure to soon prove either apparent or irrelevant.  “There appear to be a lot of volunteers already,” Celestia said, as Revan was examined.  The question was directed at Dr. Regal, but she spoke loudly enough that anyone else who might have a response could hear.  “Are there any places in particular where we might be needed?”

[James Knight]

"You two will go to whatever world you wish, and I will do the same Celestia." 

This came out of the muzzle of King Sombra as he looked at the gathered fighters. While he couldn't sense the magic of the individuals or the power they possessed Sombra could tell each and every one of them were strong. Celestia even overpowered him presently in some regards as she had spells that were more made for direct magical combat. At some point he did need to get his power back to the levels it had been. Right now his current power levels were something he couldn't tolerate. Normally he'd be frozen because of how technologically advanced Coruscant was. However, Sombra was forcing himself to do something different... ignore the advancements of the world so that he could stay focused. 

Sombra thought about it. There were many options as to where he could go. But he didn't want to go with Celestia or Revan.  To be honest their company had grown tedious, and he didn't want Revan around him. His student needed room to grow on his own, and grow stronger with his own magical abilities. As a result of this, Sombra couldn't accompany them in good conscience. 

"If we were to stick together, your sense of morality and mine would only interfere with each other Celestia. With the work that I must do,  I cannot have you or Revan around me at present. Therefore, I must ask you Celestia. Pick a world. Any of the ones and I will choose a different world to go to, in order to hunt down the Dark Chips and eliminate Nebula from the Omniverse. After all, the Omniverse is somewhere I plan on making my own. As a result of this, I can't allow anyone else to do that." said King Sombra. 

He'd pause. 

"So what do you say, Celestia?" asked King Sombra. "Shall we split up, or shall we work together?" 

[Revan Noctis]

Coruscant was a most interesting place with technology being widely accessible to all which made it a place Revan would possibly visit again though hopefully during better times. For now he focused on the objective at hand as the world around him was at risk of falling apart and he was not about to let this evil he had heard about get away with harming others.

Revan paid little attention to the other primes in the room or even the doctor himself hearing only something about a liberation aid that he needed to grab before leaving the lab.
He turned to Princess Celestia, it seemed they were needed everywhere as he understood it.

Doctor Regal then had left apparently there were so many primes he was having trouble keeping up. Revan decided to take the chance to bring up his own reasons for what decision he wanted to make.

"The people of the Pale Moors will still be recovering, they will be vulnerable to this new evil force and they must be helped." He didn't want to force Celestia to go there but he was certain one with the power of the sun would be useful in such a dark place.

"I think most here have everywhere else covered for now." He also pointed out doing his best to ignore the build up of non human primes that seemed to share only weirdness in common as if each had been brought from some other chaotic world by Omni.


Sombra seemed to begin acting slightly odd as if he was busy thinking, he would have ignored it but the next words came as a shock to him. He was going to leave them due to his lust for power, not only foolish considering the danger in splitting up but also extremely hurtful.

"Our morality!" Revan yelled out of nowhere before lowering his voice hoping he had not drawn attention from the loud crowd around them.

"Sombra are you truly so greedy that you would abandon us now?" He knew Sombra wanted power and to a certain extent he could respect that, disloyalty however was something he could not support.


He did not desire for the team to split up before the fight had even begun but then he supposed some were blind to such things. He hoped Celestia was not going to leave him too as he desired little to travel alone nevermind lose his only allies in the entire Omniverse. Unlike Sombra however he was not doing this purely for his own benefit though he did have to admit not having a bunch of evil monsters running around was in fact for his own benefit. Finally he found the collection of liberator aids and decided to simply hold onto it for now, he then quickly grabbed two more.

"For you Celestia." He sald passing one of the custom compasses used for hunting their evil prey.

"And you Sombra." He said as he threw the third over to Sombra in a furious manner.

"I hope you know what your doing Sombra." With that he walked off unable to further look Sombra in the eyes, he hoped Celestia would join him in the elevator.

<To The hunt for the threat to all>