Putting out the call

[Lord Zedd]

There was some sort of commotion from the front. Some screaming, some shouting, and a little bit of loud pleading.

Anyone curious as to what was going on didn’t have to wait very long. It was mere seconds before Lord Zedd entered the room occupied by Doctor Regal and those he had called to aid him. Trailing beside him was a robotic secretary, desperately trying to acquire his attention for simple identification and information sharing. Zedd had no interest in fraternizing with the robotic construct, though. He was here for business, and he would not be seconded to anyone’s lackey.

“Sir, I just need to document…” the secretary trailed off, looking over to Doctor Regal with the most apologetic look it could muster.

“Quit pestering me, you insufferable pile of scrap metal!” Zedd shouted at the machine, just the same as he had been since the moment he entered the complex. “I’m here to work, not listen to your inane ramblings and requests.”

The robot seemed to finally concede that it wasn’t going to have a normal conversation with the skinless being that had marched though, so it tried to come up with a new approach to deal with him. Zedd was already over the machine, at this point. He was surveying the room before him, and more importantly its occupants. The deposed dark lord had been requested to help Doctor Regal deal with ‘strange lifeforms’ and these occupants sure fit the bill. His metal coated fingers clenched tightly around his staff as he decided he had all the information he needed to proceed.

The secretary decided it was simply done with Zedd, and tried to pass him off by gesturing to Doctor Regal through the small crowd of primes. “Doctor Regal is right over there, and he can-”

“We will discuss payment later!” Lord Zedd interrupted the droid again. He raised his voice as he loudly addressed the room, stepping away from his mechanical stalker at the same time. “Listen, now, strange lifeforms! You have picked the wrong facility to harmlessly loiter! Your time in the Omniverse has come to an end, but I promise you the raw Omnilium I extract from your corpses will go on to change this world in remarkable ways. Now, if there are no volunteers, I will simply start with the most absurd of you and work my way…”

“Sir!!!” the robot screamed as it jumped infront of Zedd, showing about as much panic as it was capable of. “They are your allies for this! Regal has recruited them as well as you!”

Zedd paused. His head tilted, and he looked over the crowd once more. “Oh.”

The secretary desperately pointed through the crowd at her creator and supervisor. “That’s Doctor Regal, and he can answer all of your questions.”

Zedd nodded slowly. That made a lot more sense. He didn’t apologize to the others, seeing no need to. Things hadn’t actually come to blows, though several of them appeared quite ready and just as capable. Probably was a good thing they were on the same side, after all. Instead of dealing with that situation, he just looked straight at the good doctor.

“Then what am I doing here?”

[Kopaka]

The entrance of Lord Zedd had raised Kopaka's hackles enough, as it was. Anyone who approached the Toa claiming his imminent eradication was due for a swift reprisal. The icy warrior had been in the midst of drawing his sword and shield when the skinless humanoid revoked his threat and asked the same idiotic question that everyone else already had.

Kopaka snapped. The room became frigid.

"I am sure the doctor is intelligent enough that he only needs to be asked questions once in order to answer them. Maybe if you all shut your various orifices he would have a chance to respond." Kopaka said, his tone reflecting a barely restrained anger. For all that was righteous in the universe, he wouldn't honestly be expected to work with such imbeciles would he? The Toa drew in a buzzing breath before sighing, and the momentary cold snap passed.

It wouldn't be the first time.

[Jim Raynor]

Jim sucked on his cigar, listening to the abundance of newcomers to the room. He started to wonder if leaving his CMC-400 armour in the foyer was a wise move, considering the belligerence of these other denizens of the Omniverse that had responded to Doctor Regal's distress call. So many of them seemed unstable and ready to slaughter anyone else for the slightest provocation, especially that skin-and-muscle creature with the metal underwear. In Jim's experience, touchiness to that extremity was a sign of poor self control, or in Tychus' case, being stuck between a rock and a hard place. That was concerning, if he was forced to work with any of them. His left hand gripped the cigar in two fingers, smoke curling from the tip, while his right climbed down to his side and paused on his revolver. If things got heated, Jim knew how to handle himself. He'd been in plenty of bar fights in his time, even started some of them, but he rarely lost.

In any case, he had promised himself he would hear out the doctor. Jim didn't have to commit if things weren't on the up and up, but he wouldn't leave a soul in need of assistance. In fact, the more time he spent with those gathered, the more Raynor thought Doctor Regal was digging himself deeper into trouble. Then again, his mind drifted back through portals to the Town With No Name. Swann had better been getting along with Karax. Perhaps that was the fire he was supposed to be putting out, rather than sitting silently through a bunch of threatening bravado. Jim felt an itch that he couldn't scratch, the itch that arose when he was sitting around doing nothing for too long.

"All right, all right," Jim said, smoke abandoning his mouth in one large cloud, briefly shrouding his tired face. "We all get it. You're all very scary. Why, I think I may have ... " Jim punched his chest lightly with a fist, as if trying to clear an obstruction. "Yes, I think I had a tiny heart attack, I'm so afraid." Jim took another drag of his cigar, his brow furrowed, and jetted the smoke from his nostrils. "Now that we've all established that, maybe the good doctor can fill us in on these computer chips."

Jim had to wonder what was so special about it. The tiny chip rested easily in the palm of Regal's hand. What was in it? A virus, or some sort of enhanced AI? Maybe crucial intel? It was all up in the air till the doctor said something, and Raynor hoped that all these blowhards would find the restraint to sew their fat lips shut so that Regal could finally reveal their purpose.

[Dr. McNinja]

Ogong poked his head from behind a wall to gaze at the rambling crowd in the room.

“This... can only end well.”

The monkey in the sweatpants marched into the meeting room, unaware of the tension that was building in the room.

“Hey, guys!” Ogong chirped, “What’s going on?”

The other fighters snapped their heads to glare at the monkey. Ogong flinched.

“Uh..." Ogong smiled, “Never mind.”

The monkey sat down sheepishly.

[Summer]

“Well...” Somerled’s voice muttered, his other half stealing it for just a moment as the chill of winter suddenly took hold in the room.

Yup. A small sigh escaped the storm spirit, a silent sign of his agreement as he lifted his gaze from the limb he was healing, bringing his full attention to the festivities before him. By now, this sort of thing really didn’t surprise him, what with everyone’s tendency to get all up in arms over nothing important. Though while it was apparently a common occurrence here, that didn’t make it any less annoying. Everyone in this god’s forsaken world just needed to cool their shit and be civil, like normal fucking people. He had half a mind to call down some lightning and force everyone to behave. Unfortunately, being as trapped inside a building as he was, that wasn’t really all that possible. Nor were most of his other tricks, now that he thought about it. If push came to shove, he’d probably just have to use seat as a rather unwieldy bludgeon. Or quietly exit the room. Either worked.

A new voice spoke up as winter faded from the lab, and the monster’s gaze flicked over to the dusty human, who was apparently as sick of this shit as he was. Though it was hard to tell whether the man was trying to defuse the situation or make this already high-energy crowd even more volatile with his sarcastic speech. Then again, around temperamental beings such as that half-metal half-muscle abomination, even the frosty robot’s venomous tirade had some chance in successfully burning away the fog of his anger. There was really no way to tell until someone got punched.

Somerled lifted his right hand up to the wall behind his seat, giving it a few quick knocks to check for pain, and patiently watching the doctor. Other than the typical jitter that came with rapping on something, he didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary. It probably hadn’t been completely fixed, but at least it was good to go. Now the only thing left was to wait for everyone to, hopefully, calm their collective shit and give Regal some space.

[Carmelita]

A tri-eye, a biped with maroon fur and three eyes, calmly made his way past Imperial patrols.

Since he’d finished the call with Carmelita, Nimo had gathered together his cleanest, least noticeable clothes (a grey collared shirt and some non-descript brown trousers), picked up a large tablet with an inbuilt webcam and made his way steadily up through the levels. He had quickly mocked up some paperwork and had it electronically submitted, and now if he was stopped he had a paper trail that he could fall back on. No indication that he’d spent the last two months recovering from an attempt on his life by a freelancer looking to cash in on his formerly active rebel status.

This time, he had no need to worry about being found with a backpack full of illicit pamphlets about the Endless Dunes cover up. Indeed, he was now an ‘official contact’ of SupraPol while he acted as Carmelita’s proxy, and he could flash that meaningless title at any standard stormtrooper who stopped him.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to test the flimsy shield of bureaucracy against actual firearms. Instead, he found himself arriving unmolested to the department of the one Dr Regal he’d been hearing about.

Making his way inside, he walked up to the secretary.

“Excuse me, I’m here with as a telecommunicator proxy for Inspector Fox-Cooper of SupraPol. I have the video link here with me.”

He brought out the tablet and let the secretary satisfy herself that it was indeed a tight line to Carmelita’s Communicator. While he waited, he mused on how, provided he avoided too much attention from the primes, this would turn out to be a very useful trip. He got to repay the Inspector for saving his life, got some money and a new start to a new cover story if he decided to join another non-violent rebel cell.

The secretary waved him in, and he walked in quietly. Dr Regal, presumably the man in the plum jacket, appeared to waiting for primes to finish asking basic questions. Feeling slightly nervous about the characters in the room, the tri-eye secondary found a seat near the front, where the tablet he held would be both visible and have the camera have a decent view of Dr Regal’s presentation. Nimo took out a little badge that said ‘SupraPol Proxy’ and pinned it to his jacket, before pressing the call button, connecting with Carmelita’s communicator and displaying her image on the tablet.

[Nebula]

Looking over the assembled party, and their already put forth...eccentricity, Dr. Regal couldn't hide his apprehension. He had no question of the actual capabilities of anyone gathered here. If they'd found their way here, it had either been through his own scouts and messengers, or they'd already proved themselves against the results of Nebula's darkness. Unquestionably, they could all at least handle themselves. That wasn't his concern, or the cause for the worried frown creasing his expression. No, that would be the unlikely scenario of getting them all to work together in the first place, much less as anything approaching a coherent team.

But...he couldn't exactly beg, given the situation.

Reaching up to adjust his monocle, he took one last look over the gathering of assorted folks that had answered his call. A sufficient number of them seemed present by now, and they had already taken his up on his offer to ask questions. Predictably, the most obvious and, perhaps, most important ones: What were they doing here, and what was the issue with the dark chips?

He grimaced, awaiting the sudden spike in the conversation at the arrival of the metallic, skinless being, before he dared speak up. "My apologies for the delay," he started off, before turning to head back to his workstation to prepare for delivering his information. "As you all may be aware, to one extent or another, my name is Dr. Regal. I have been keeping tabs on a recent...unsettling uprising of events, here in the Omniverse. Situated here in Coruscant, and across every other verse I have been able to monitor. That situation is, of course, tied to these..." At this, he picked up one of the dark chips which had been brought to him, carefully sealed and floating in a small glass box. It flickered with a faint aura of purple flame, highlighting the black and gold nature of the chip itself. "Or perhaps, more accurately, the organization that produces them."

He placed it down again, on the front of his workstation where it would remain visible. "It is called a Dark Chip. Produced by the group Nebula, a group that I am quite familiar with...I dealt with them heavily in my own world, before being brought to the Omniverse." He paused there to grimace lightly, before bringing his hands up to the keyboard at his workstation's terminal. "It seems harmless enough, and the object itself is essentially so. It is the power it contains. When used in a being with the proper...hardware for it, it enables temporary use of new features and combat routines, along with a momentary, massive surge of power." He brought up a holographic screen, showcasing his meaning. A simulation, clearly, of a regular navi just the same as one of his robotic secretaries and assistants, hard-pressed to fend off a small group of viruses. When the battle ended, it started again. This time, the navi in question produced a dark chip, slotting it into its right arm. Immediately, an aura of dark flames sprang up around it, and the same battle which it had barely won previously was entirely annihilated. The video ended there.

"A great deal of power, indeed, but it comes at a price," Dr. Regal started again, trying to forestall any questions for the moment. "The least of them is that the darkness and power granted is addictive. Like the worst drug you can imagine. At first, you will just come to lose any inhibitions you may have about using it again. Then you will come to rely on it. Then you will come to need it. Then you will have to have it. Then it will start to destroy you, mentally and physically eroding and dissolving you, if you don't continue to have and use it." He adjusted his monocle. "And it comes with a destructive degradation in morals, conscience and cognitive ability. In some cases, users may merely become aggressive and violent. In some cases they completely regress into an almost...primal, bestial state. In still others, they retain their senses but become heartless, cold and cruel. The effects are unpredictable."

He pauses for a moment, looking through his notes and research. "The most worrying part...is that Nebula has already begun spreading their Dark Chips through the Omniverse. I have received reports that put them in every verse, with alarming spikes in the dark power that fuels them and their servants. I have no idea of their intentions, but given their goals the last time I dealt with them..." He grimaces again, shaking his head. "...I can only imagine they are far from in the best interests of anyone present. Perhaps they merely want to cause chaos for the sake of it, or to further stress and complicate the infrastructure of the Omniverse. Or perhaps it is something even more insidious yet." He looks up again, slowly letting his gaze sweep over the assembled group, called here to answer his call for aid. "I'm not capable of fighting them. But you all are. It's why I sent out the call for aid, to try and find a means to stop them before they get too far along and gather too many pawns to stop."

He produces another item from beneath his terminal, what looks like a gauntlet with a small monitor mounted at the wrist. "This is something I devised to assist you in your efforts, should you choose to assist. It will help track down the signature of Nebula's forces and their strongholds, as well as help to...some extent, protecting you from the corrupting, negative influence they exude." He set it down, next to the encased Dark Chip. "It will also..." and here he frowned slightly, but pressed on. "...allow you to use the chips themselves, allowing you to use Nebula's own power against them. It will help protect you from the worst of the mind and body destroying effects of them, if you use them sparingly, but..." He trailed off, with a grimace. "They will also bolster and supplement the natural hardiness and healing abilities Primes possess, making you much tougher than you would otherwise be under normal circumstances. You won't be indestructible, but you'll be far more capable of taking damage than you may be used to."

He left off with a sigh, trying to gather his thoughts. "...and that is all I can say at this juncture. Having done so, I now pose the question directly to all of you: Will you lend your assistance in destroying Nebula before they complete whatever their plans are?"

[Carmelita]

Carmelita spoke, her voice a little crackly from transmission across the Dataverse.

++To clarify, Doctor, you are unsure of the location of Nebula’s strongholds around the Omniverse?++

The academic gave a nod of confirmation.  Nimo, feeling the intrigued glances of the primes, slowly panned the tablet round to let Carmelita see them, and for them to see the tablet.

++I apologise for not being present in person, but I’m currently infiltrated in order to resolve a hostage situation in Camelot. I am Inspector Fox-Cooper of SupraPol, and I specialise in stealthy reconnaissance and tracking. My proxy Nimo has my contact details, so if other volunteers with communicators message me with their own details I’ll be able to scout around the verses to locate Nebula’s operations and call you in when I have intel. In a similar vein, I’d advise that if you don’t have a communicator you accompany someone who does, so that we can keep each other informed of developing situations.++

Nimo pulled some sheets of paper from his bag, printed with the number of Carmelita’s communicator.

++I’d also advise we try and shut down multiple sites simultaneously. If Nebula have the opportunity to react to our actions things will get complicated quickly.++

[Jak Mar]

After reaching Tier 1, Jak took a deep breath and began to run. His speed had slightly improved over time due to the new experiments on him and he wasn’t going to take whatever he had for granted.

There was a bit of clatter happening as Tier 1 was burdened with dark creatures who bothered Coruscant and stormtroopers were all gathered into one area. They pointed their guns at the creatures and began to shoot. However, this only would burden Jak and slow him down from his main task.

There was something to save and he needed to be there.

But what was his purpose for being there?

Jak felt he needed a purpose in the Omniverse and a hero was the last thing was on his mind at the time, but Daxter would be proud of him.

Along with those who looked up to him.

This gave him new purpose to go on. Once he was sure, the man kept running toward the elevators of Tier 2. He gritted his teeth as he pressed the buttons and the elevator was nearby.
After a series of waiting, the mechanical device dinged and opened. Jak entered and pressed Tier 2’s button, going down.

Tier 2 seemed to be just as much chaos as Tier 1 as Jak continued his trek toward this Dr. Regal’s Lab. Jak just barely avoided a piece of wood heading for him as a darkling threw it as he cursed. “What the hell are these things anyway?”

He summoned another small zoomer and hopped on riding it toward the lab.

After many other close attempts, Jak finally made it to the lab.

“Dammit, I’m late.”

"May I help you?

[color=#3333ff"I came here to help.. the doc."[/color]

"Ah, come right this way. Mr. Regal is here along with others."

"Wait, others came?... Not surprising, I guess."


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"Sorry, I'm late, Doctor Regal."

"Let's say I was caught up in urgent business."

Jak heard the gist of the conversation from the back of the crowd and he gritted his teeth.

Dark Eco and Dark Chips... they seemed so much alike..

So dangerous if used the wrong way.

"Doc, does these... chips act like dark eco in a way? It's... a drug in my world... well, almost like one."

[Desman Black]

'Woah, talk about a change of scenery.'

Both the Robot and the voice inside his head looked astonishingly at the insanely tall buildings, making it hard to believe that less then an hour ago they had been in an open field, of course there was no time to sight see.

"This way." The scout seemed to be pretty good with the directions, avoiding any traffic that the group had seen along the way. Soon coming to an elevator in the middle of a footpath, Desman was finally able to catch his breath before preceding down... to another level city? Neither of the newcomers had time to elaborate on this or the fact that this floor seemed a lot more like their 'home'. Could they really call it that?

The trio soon made it to what the bearded guy said was Regal's lab. A robot soon acquiring relevant information. "Hello there, what is the occasion for your visit?"

"Yeah, I was brought here by one of Dr.Regal's sc..." As Desman turned to indicate at the man who had brought him here, he relized that they were gone the only thing left the Chip that had been in the crater. The assistant saw it and asked immediately if they could take it off his hands.

"Yes, go for it." Desman practicly shoved it into their hands before entering the room that the robot told him to go into.

Inside Des looked at the group that was already gatheed, if it hadn't been for his previous adventures ge probably would've descibed them as weird. There was a skeleton, a boy with a monkey tail, yet another robot up the front, then over on a wall a child in a green and yellow striped shirt.

All Desman could think of was A wicked and deranged smile in the shadow, a knife coming down onto a young teenager, a cow necklace around their neck, and then...

'Desman are you alright?"

''Hey, I-I'm fine...' Desman lied, he wouldn't normally but he didn't know what it was, nor did he want to find out...

[Nebula]

Doctor Regal slowly looked around the room, surveying the gathered occupants. There was no dissent, or disagreement to his request. No one speaking up to voice their decision not to help, now that they'd gathered here in response to his call. He couldn't help but feel glad for that, minor as it was. He let out a short sigh of relief, closing his eyes. He only had a few seconds to dwell on the situation, however, before one of the assembled group spoke up. The one who was here by video conference. It was certainly a bit odd, but given the nature of things, that couldn't be helped.

He could only nod in agreement to the Inspector's words. "That is indeed a wise decision. Remaining in contact would be for the best." He briefly glanced over as a few more new arrivals slowly made their way in. At Jak's question, Regal merely frowned slightly. "I'm afraid I can't say, without being able to study this...Dark Eco personally. But if you've made the connection, I can hazard a very rough estimate that treating this spreading darkness of Nebula in a similar fashion would serve you well. It is highly dangerous." Turning aside, he slowly paced across the room, expression creased deeply in sudden thought. "...I am reminded of one last warning I should offer to all of you. The darkness and power that Nebula creates can have disastrous effects not only on those that use it, but on those who spend too long in its presence, and even on the environment around it. It can warp and twist even fundamental rules and laws of the world. Do not be surprised if certain things do not function the way you are accustomed to, when you enter one of Nebula's strongholds."

He turned back to the others, lifting a hand to adjust his monocle. "Again, I thank you all for responding to this call for help. If you have no further questions, then that is all that can be said, at this moment." He folded his arms behind his back, with a firm nod. "Pick up one of the Liberator Aides I have prepared on your way out. And for all that it is worth, I wish you all good luck in your hunting."

[Skeletor]

Skeletor nodded with a thin smile as he listened to Dr. Regal’s explanation. Of course, of course, we wouldn’t want those dark chips to fall into the wrong hands, and where just anyone could stumble across them; dreadful. The various primes glanced at each other before Skeletor reached out to take the proffered scanner, placing it within the confines of his hood, where it rested easily. Of the assembled primes, only the fox in the video feed seemed inclined to organize the offensive. The Warlock was getting flashbacks of Darkshire, disjointed attempts at conquest, without planning or support. No wonder those Darkshire fools had managed to etch out a victory over him. Skeletor turned to face the SuperPol agent.

“ A division of forces? Is that truly so wise? Would it not be better to crush… and ehm, contain the intrusions one at a time?”

The Fox lady shook her head, “The timetable’s too slow on that. We need to confront more than just one of the verses at a time. We’ll need to be separating out into teams.”

“So we divide and conquer, eh?” Skeletor said with an eager grin, “MyahHA! I like it!” he said. Extending his Havoc staff, the empty eye sockets of the ram skull glowed briefly with a golden light. A small ping issued from the video screen as the communicators linked. “When you locate the gates, send me a call!”

Without waiting for a response, Skeletor moved to address the room at large, “You all heard the good doctor. These Dark chips pose a grave threat to the Omniverse if they're not looked after! I for one do not intend to sit here chatting when those bastions of power….ful evils are simply skulking about! We need to get moving you bunch of babbling baboons!”

[Desman Black]

As Des picked up picked up the gauntlet and went to slide it on, he wondered if it would actually work on him. So far all the people he had seen were made of flesh, except of course the robot that had been infected. This lead to another concern, would he even need this, they were mircoships after all, but if it got rid of the effects....

Of course, Des' rm was to bulky to probably fit it. As he walked over to the wall to try and attach the Aide, he saw the child again, with thm sitting alone there, it reminded Des of when he was younger, mind you, at least he had his brother.

"Hey there, mind if I sit here next to you?" The robot didn't wait for a response before summoning a table with a pile of tools. Sitting metaphorically of course, I can't really do that without legs, I probably should've thought some more of practicality when I build this thing." Des cut open the bottom of the gauntlet, being careful not to touch any cables. "So what are you doing here? Not in the lab, everyone's here because they're looking for these chips. What I mean is this wall specifically, why don't you interact with someone." Des looked up from his work only to look for a drill. "Mind you, I guess I'm not one to talk. Only people I ever interacted with was my brother and mum, though I do sometimes regret it." As Desman finished, the aide now drilled onto the bottem of his cannon/communicator, the person in the purple hood shouted loudly at everyone. "Well then I guess that's our cue to leave.

[Marisa Kirisame]

As Chara saw the other's start to form groups, she really didn't want to work with anyone at this moment. A lot of the people here were volatile at best (including her) and titanic at worse. "I will be heading to the pale moor's to work there. I have my own resources at my disposal that can help speed the search along." She walked over to the devices and slipped one over her sweater sleeve. She gave a quick test run of it to make shure it works, and smiled. "See ya later doc." and she glitched out of the place.

As she walked to the elevator she flipped open her phone and called the monster's to get ready for a search and destroy mission. "You finally get your chance to kill stuff, but wait till I get home. I don't want to miss a part of this" She entered the elevator and headed up to tier one. As she closed her eyes she could see many versions of her self. Killing and fighting, some were saved by frisk, some were in the place of other monsters. Some were even taking the place of frisk.

The elevator dinged and said tier one, and she exited Coruscant into the nexus.

[Morene Fellon]

Needless to say, going back to Coruscant for the second time put Morene in a false sense of security when it came to navigating the place. It is a city planet after all, and unfortunately for the huntress, she did not have an easy time finding Dr. Regal's office, as told by the two Stormtrooopers she had met only an hour or so beforehand. Eventually, Morene realized how big of a deal this whole situation was, seeing as how what she assumed to be other Primes occasionally slipped by the woman, heading towards the general direction of the doctor's province.

Important or not, Morene made the wise decision to follow one of the Primes headed towards the office itself. Of course, the woman lagged behind to make it seem she wasn't indeed stalking somebody again, but alas, after a few hours of awkwardly asking for directions from locals and plenty of street crossings, the woman had finally made it to the building itself. Seeing as it was a Tier 1 building, it was definitely much more pleasant to look at than what she was used to from this verse.

Opening the double-doors and closing them behind her, Morene heard a cute little bell ring above her as the doors gently swung. Going by experience, that was usually a sign of good service, so the huntress couldn't help but feel a bit welcomed. To further that point, as soon as Morene looked around, she was impressed by how clean the place was. Granted, it's a doctors office, so it's practically requirement, but... Hadn't she known any better, the huntress might have mistaken the place as a hospital. The front desk, the secretary behind, the clean white walls...


"Hello there," a woman's voice chimed in, "may I help you?"

Speaking of the secretary, Morene thought. The woman sitting at the front desk of the office was quite pretty, though that was none of Morene's concern at the moment.

"I believe I came here to see Dr. Regal," the huntress replied.

"Like the rest of them," the secretary sighed, "very well."

Nodding, Morene turned a few corners, watching as a few very hammy Primes left the building. Evidently, she was a bit late to check in, but following the secretary opening another door a few hallways down, Morene finally had a chance to greet this doctor.

The man stood behind a table full of what seemed to be paperwork. His face was visibly sweaty, as if a surgeon preforming on a dying patient. Something was bothering this Regal individual, but Morene would have to do her best to not be pushy.

Nodding back to her, the secretary left the room, leaving only the huntress and the doctor. Surprisingly enough, it was Regal who broke the seconds of silence that followed, Morene approaching somewhat hesitantly.


"Please, have a seat. I already know why you're here, and I'll keep things brief."

Oh, how pleasant! Morene thought, some rest for her feet! The huntress already liked this man and his awfully kind, professional gestures. Putting a warm smile on her face, Morene tried her hardest to make the doctor feel comfortable himself as he began his exposition. Listening in, Morene couldn't help but hold back a chuckle, realizing how slightly displeasured Dr. Regal was having to shorten down and repeat everything for yet another Prime.

As the man continued, going into brief detail on these Darklings, Dark Chips and everything that related to them, Morene had noticed one tiny complication in what the man implied...

. . .

"...So, you left the Dark Chip behind?"

"I apologize sir, I hadn't a clue! I just--"

"No," Dr. Regal interrupted, "don't panic over it. You're here to stop this calamity from continuing, and you seem eager to do such, there's no point in crying over spilled milk."

Gulping, Morene slowly shook her head towards the doctor.

"True... Once again, my apologies. Unfamiliar with these lands, I have to be careful as to what I say and do," Morene responded.

"You don't have to here," Regal chuckled, holding out his hand, "you're here to help, and that's all I ask of you. Now, if that's all, there will be Liberator Aides given to you on your way out, as I mentioned previously."

Feeling slightly comforted in the doctor's presence again, Morene smiled as she shook Dr. Regal's hand, thanking him as she got up from her seat and left the room...

The doors closed, and immediately, she sighed. The huntress could already hear the clamoring of other Primes such as herself in the other room of the office. Hopefully there wouldn't be too much trouble in her stopping by and meeting a few more people, yes?

Oh, no, Morene thought, I know not to jinx myself again.

There's definitely going to be trouble. The woman could only hope her second time coming into contact with these multidimensional beings would be as friendly as her first encounter. Slowly, Morene turned a corner and approached a few of the Primes still remaining within the building.


"...Hello?"

[Jak Mar]

Jak’s interest was peaking at Dr Regal’s answer to his question.

So these creatures were like his dark side in a way, but a bit different. He finally decided not to let his guard down.

The eco warrior turned at the sight of a darker haired female who called out “Hello” to the group of the few primes who haven’t left yet.

“Hey.”

The knife eared hero turned to see the dark haired female and responded back, his face curved in a frown like gesture.

“Name’s Mar. You might know me from… earlier times.”

He walked toward the woman and nodded at her.

“I’m looking for someone to help me during this mission, will you help?”

[Morene Fellon]

Morene looked down at the reasonably tall, seemingly elven boy introducing himself to her. She listened in, but still, somewhat confused.

We've met before...? The woman asked herself in her head, her eyes beginning to wander as she attempted to remember where ever had she seen a man that looked like this Mar individual. Shrugging, the huntress decided not to stall, but greet herself back in return. Perhaps this man was confused, and either way, who could turn down a friend in times like these?

"Ah, a friendly face, I see!" Morene exclaimed, before taking the man's hand and shaking it. She exchanged her name back to him, and for a moment, not a worry crossed Morene's mind.

At least, up until she watched as other Primes began leaving the building at the corner of her eye. The woman really had to hand it to herself, she had quite the knack for being late to occasions like these.

"Uhm," Morene began, turning her head to Mar, "should we perhaps... follow? I know now we've agreed to go together on this little... hunt, but still. I have a feeling that us two alone might not be enough for the job."

A moment of silence ensued. Jak, unsure of what to say, looked over at the Primes leaving the door. He turned back towards the towering pillar of a woman standing before him, waiting for an answer.

Morene finished, "Better safe than sorry, no...?"

[Lord Zedd]

Lord Zedd scanned the room, and the primes filtering out of it, once more. After his slight blunder, he’d decided to stay a little more quiet and learn a bit more about some of these individuals. He remained unimpressed. There was the expected amount of repetitive questions, followed by an appropriate amount of self-righteous delinquents acting like they were the only ones with a clue. What a cast the good doctor had assembled.

The deposed dark lord lifted his Liberator Aid up and looked it over, somewhat hesitantly. A free augment to his abilities was welcome, but the possibility of what else it might do was concerning. Still, the general attitude of this crowd spoke well enough for itself, and Zedd felt no need to throw another threat into the melting pot. Doctor Regal surely knew the vengeance that would be headed his way if these devices were to be used against his hired help.

Once the device was latched onto his wrist, Zedd gave a heavy sigh and looked over the mingling primes once more. He didn’t have the patience for this ice cream social. There was work to do, and surely at least some of these individuals would like to start close to the starting point. Zedd just knew that purging Coruscant of this menace would help him in the long run, personally, so he would start here first. Ready to get to work, Zedd communicated his intent with all the class and grace he was known for.

“I will be marching on the Coruscant infestation!” Zedd bellowed loudly and completely without warning. “I welcome any who would assist me in clearing the Imperial capital, so long as you can pull your own weight!”

[Jak Mar]

“Perhaps you’ve.. Seen me on Dante’s Abyss?”

“It’s a long story.”

He eyed the crowd leaving up to a talking skeleton yelling out loud that described in extremely loud detail that the Courscant group was leaving. Jak finally stopped and nodded at the other woman “Let us go.”

“Can’t keep the others waiting..”

Jak yelled back at the dead man “Me and Morene ARE COMING!”

He began to walk toward the door after he grabbed his liberation aid and connected it to his arm.

He eyed the other woman grabbing a liberation aid and placing it on as well.

“Let’s kick some ass.”

[Revan Noctis]

<From Descent into Darkness>

The city of Coruscant to say the least was a nightmare, it had been far more terrifying then any enemy he had faced yet. The city as he understood it was so large and loud and crowded that finding his own way around was impossible. Sombra the dark magic using pony seemed to know his way around but it was obvious even he was annoyed by  it. Revan had to admit that he would have preferred to fight more of those creatures then attempt to dodge every civilian that walked by.

The city was more then the biggest Revan had ever seen it was far bigger then even the cities in myths and legends he had heard of. Strange machines of transportation buzzed above their heads faster then birds and seemed to display no clues as to how they performed their feats. He wondered why and how the city of Coruscant had gotten so big was this the main place where all the people of the Omniverse lived or were there more out there. So many questions yet currently so little time he thought as they came upon the one machine they needed.

They made their way finally into an elevator that was a marvellous piece of technology but after finding out a bit of how it worked he questioned how safe it was to actually ride in such a thing. Luckily this one in particular was empty which was good considering how uncomfortably cramped the last one had been. The metal doors automated process slammed the most shut putting him slightly on edge again, this was not the place for three individuals who had never been around such technology. Now they had to wait.

"Celestia I know you wished I had mentioned my meeting with Sombra earlier but know that it was not to deceive you." He said finding the need to say something while they waited for the machine to come to a stop.


The doors opened revealing a laboratory filled with many more machines that he could not begin to know what function they performed. The place was also full of what he could only presume were a bunch of other primes some certainly stranger then others, sadly though no other ponies could be seen.

A man dressed in white clothing stepped forward clearly the doctor Regal they had come to see though he began merely by motioning them over to some of the machines. Revan was unsure if he was exactly willing to follow the mans instructions in such a place but he was also partially curious.

"I appreciate you all having come during such desperate times." Said the doctor watching Revan as he stepped onto a platform, the machine activated as the top spun sending blinding light down upon him.

"Healthy as most human primes I see." The doctor was typing information on a pad which also made Revan feel uneasy.

"One of the equines next." He sald clearly in somewhat of a rush.