Infinite Justice: Beyond (Marvel,DC,DBZ X/Over, IC, Open)

[The Starlight]

"Fear. Tell me, Starkindler, are you afraid?"

Tir-Nnolgeth had been lying in wait, his form and followers hidden within the event horizon of the black hole. Most creatures would be destroyed by the gravity, but the Leth'hao were not only alive, they were revitalized. Now, the Empty King swam in lazy circles about the Starkindler, only the purple light of his eyes visible.

"It is right to be afraid, Light-Bringer. But this is not the time for fear. That comes later.", Nnolgeth chuckled, the sound like that of planets hurtling through space. He hadn't expected the Enemy to come join his Court for lunch, but now that she was here…

Come, children. Help me entertain our guest…", he commanded, and the Leth'hao rushed forth, claws drawn, Void swirling between their fingers. They would not torture her, but instead simply dance around, acting as though they were deciding how to best harm her.

Meanwhile, Nnolgeth spread his mind, finding the fragments of this star system and drawing them in, feeding the black hole their energy and mass, preparing a surprise for any other Starkindlers that would arrive.

She looked around, standing tall, seeing them. They truly had returned. "Yes. I am afraid. The only thing we have in common, the two of our races, is fear. We Starkindlers fear you and your black holes. And what do the Voidlords fear?" she asked, not expecting an answer, turning to see the other Voidlords circling around her. "Light. And I have plenty of it." she said, all of a sudden flaring her light. Her body shined with the light of the stars, too bright for their eyes, and she blasted it at them, pausing for a moment, uttering, "Fear the light." before continuing the onslaught.

She did not know if she could escape, and so, the others had to be warned. She searched for their minds, locating the seven and speaking in their minds. "They have returned," she said, not having to explain who 'they' were. "I will attempt to hold them until Tarmithéil arrives, but prepare yourselves, brothers and sisters, and put a guard on your stars."

[Tomia]

Tarmithéil
Tarmithéil smiled at his sister as well, "It is always nice to visit you sister." He told Elentáríel, and then frowned slightly when she mentioned her dying star. "Yes, I came to offer my condolences dear sister. I know this is never a pleasant time, it is a shame that our creations are not eternal. Their light always fades eventually."

He was then surprised when Elentáríel went off to visit the star, something seemed to be wrong. He was then shocked when he heard heard her messages, she had been captured? And the Void lords were back? The 4th Starkindler's mind filled with fury. How dare those abominations capture his sister? He immediately recalled his avatars from Earth, and scattered them across space to his many stars. Hundreds of people suddenly disappeared from the earth in a flash of light as they returned to protect the stars of Tarmithéil.

Brother, sisters, the Voidlords have returned. We must go to war. They have taken Elentáríel. Meet me at her star of Varda, we must plan a rescue for her. He called to his siblings minds, hoping they would heed his call and come quickly.

[Pyrade]

Akari cocked her head. Confused at Garnets confusion. "Yes. I am actually." She remarked, then her eyes widened. "Oh right." She remarked, remembering the obvious racial differences between her and the Kitsune. She shrugged. "It's... a long story. I'll let Masami explain." She remarked.

Meanwhile the Kitsune nodded to Oni, and then smirked at Garnet's response. "I knew all that. It's simply considerate to ask a friend their opinion at times like these. Don't you agree?" She asked, then shrugged, her face becoming more serious. "Glad to know you're on board though. Your companionship and support has been immeasurably invaluable to me."

Azami spoke then, after yawning. "This would be cute if you weren't wasting my time." She remarked. "Do we have a deal or not fox?"

Masami turned back to Azami, nodding.

"Good. Akari. I assume you're going to be accompanying them?"

Akari nodded too. "Yes Aunt Azami. I will be." She had a look of determination.

"Very well. Your target is a group in Tokyo known as the Red Fang. We're not yet sure of their purpose. But they have been kidnapping many humans and innocent Yokai. Between the four of you, this shouldn't be too difficult. Considering Masami's tracking skills, finding them shouldn't be too hard."

"Any questions?"

Taro
Taro looked to Garnet with a raised eyebrow,
Someone seems to be slightly testy . . . I wonder if she's always like that.
He thought while he listened to Azami outlining the details of the job at hand. He thought it strange that they were hired for this task so quickly, but it seemed like Azami was not picky when it came to her labour.
"The spirit you mentioned . . . Azami-sama."
He said, pausing slightly as he considered what to call her. Thankfully Akari had named her.
"What area is it in? And what form of attacks does it launch? And, if I may, should we expect possession?"
He asked curiously as he felt his kabuki mask hanging from his belt. He sincerely hoped the enchantments had survived the millennium of slumber.
"I can track astral creatures, and neutralize possession. Not to mention I can rend the creature even when it believes itself untouchable. But every hunter needs information."
He explained and bowed his head respectfully. There was no need to insult the neko that had nearly slain them.

[Lavan Tiri]

"Fear. Tell me, Starkindler, are you afraid?"

Tir-Nnolgeth had been lying in wait, his form and followers hidden within the event horizon of the black hole. Most creatures would be destroyed by the gravity, but the Leth'hao were not only alive, they were revitalized. Now, the Empty King swam in lazy circles about the Starkindler, only the purple light of his eyes visible.

"It is right to be afraid, Light-Bringer. But this is not the time for fear. That comes later.", Nnolgeth chuckled, the sound like that of planets hurtling through space. He hadn't expected the Enemy to come join his Court for lunch, but now that she was here…

Come, children. Help me entertain our guest…", he commanded, and the Leth'hao rushed forth, claws drawn, Void swirling between their fingers. They would not torture her, but instead simply dance around, acting as though they were deciding how to best harm her.

Meanwhile, Nnolgeth spread his mind, finding the fragments of this star system and drawing them in, feeding the black hole their energy and mass, preparing a surprise for any other Starkindlers that would arrive.

She looked around, standing tall, seeing them. They truly had returned. "Yes. I am afraid. The only thing we have in common, the two of our races, is fear. We Starkindlers fear you and your black holes. And what do the Voidlords fear?" she asked, not expecting an answer, turning to see the other Voidlords circling around her. "Light. And I have plenty of it." she said, all of a sudden flaring her light. Her body shined with the light of the stars, too bright for their eyes, and she blasted it at them, pausing for a moment, uttering, "Fear the light." before continuing the onslaught.

She did not know if she could escape, and so, the others had to be warned. She searched for their minds, locating the seven and speaking in their minds. "They have returned," she said, not having to explain who 'they' were. "I will attempt to hold them until Tarmithéil arrives, but prepare yourselves, brothers and sisters, and put a guard on your stars."

Raagh!, the Voidlords screamed, the light throwing their physical forms into disarray, dark particles of nothing scattering across the Void before reforming briefly and being destroyed again.

Nnolgeth retreated past the boundary of the light, roaring in pain and fury. Maybe we both fear the other, Starkindler. Allow me to remind you of why you fear us… he growled, spreading his claws. The black hole's gravity increased, sucking in the light, further entrapping her, while his trap for the rest of the Starkindlers was prepared.

[The Templar High Council]

Ku howled in agony, his ever-changing voice causing even this howl to be cast in the voice that the listener would fear the most. The stone spikes protruding from Tarasekannú's back ran through the Time Demon's ever-changing body, causing him a great deal of pain. Even then, however, he would have continued attempting to tear the volcanic dragon avatar's wings right off of his back, had it not been for the stream of lava that shot out from his back, which burned away most of Ku's body, forcing him to fade away and reform elsewhere, rewinding the damage that had been caused to him.

Not one to miss a beat, the Time Demon was about to attack again, but this time, he was intercepted by an invisible force: telekinesis. The psionic force constricted the dark formless creature and raised him high into the air before slamming him repeatedly against the ground.

"Leave my brother alone, monster!" Hadrimmelis roared in fury. However, the physical abuse that Ku was suffering as a result of the psionic attack wound up destroying most of its body once again, and so, the Time Demon reformed next to the scarlet dragon this time, taking her head and slamming it into the ground as payback for the previous attack, before grabbing her by the neck, hoisting her into the air and slamming her down once again.

Taras roared and shrugged his shoulders. Ku's attack had hurt, but the fact that his dragon form was made mostly of molten lava made reattaching his torn ligaments effortless. But when Ku again went after Hadri, Taras wasted no time in charging him again while coated in fire.

Rocketing into Ku, Taras then helped Hadri to her feet and growled at the Time Demon. "Nothing seems to be working... Can we defeat him?" With flames spilling from his mouth like venom, Taras was quite the intimidating dragon. But for him to be concerned this much by a foe, one whom he could not defeat so easily as the wildlife on his planet, this was quite the predicament. "Shouldn't we be trying to seal him away, like you did millennia ago?"

[The Starlight]

Valka Silverhand
The Trial of Loki Laufeyson

The All-Mother of Asgard sat upon a golden chair upon a dais, Gungnir in hand, her gaze stern. The hammer Mjolnir laid upon its head near her feet. This was the throne room of Asgard, where both mercy and damnation was delivered. But there would be no mercy from the Scion of All Asgard, only damnation. The one who would be the recipient of that damnation stood in chains of the Valka-Force, his mouth bound, and yet, a smirk on his face. His brother, the Odinson, stood a little to the side, his expression pained, but grim.

His victims would receive their due justice at long last. The witnesses filed in giving their accounts. Tales of death and destruction and mischief, tales of conquest and anguish, tales, of the Laufeyson. And it took hours, for there were many whom had suffered at the whim of Loki. Still, she remained silent, stoic, her heart moved, but her face stern, for here she was judge, jury and executioner. The last duty could have been granted to another, but she had to ensure that he stayed dead.

At long last, Thor Odinson stood, and walking over to the witness stand, and he spoke. "We have heard the tales of what he whom I called brother has caused, all of those tales, from the fair Sif's hair to the events that occurred a few hours ago. But I shall speak of fire and ice, of death. Of Ragnarok." he said solemnly, and every Asgardian shivered at that word of doom.

"In the final days before the End, he stole the Eternal Flame. The fire that cannot be extinguished, of which it is said that the King of the Fire Demons will use to light his sword. He stole it, and delivered it to Surtur, who lit his sword and marched his armies. He assembled the enemies of Asgard and led them against us. And for that, I slew him, for despite all of Odin's mercy, he was the proponent of our doom. And that is unforgivable." Thor said, walking back to his seat.

Valka nodded to him, then stood. "Are there any among us who wish to speak in defence of Loki?" she asked. And the room was silent. "Then I shall proceed, with judgement." the All-Mother said, descending the dais. "Loki Laufeyson. God of Mischief. Odin Borson took you in, despite your heritage as a Frost Giant. He treated you as a son, a true Odinson. You have proven him false in all things, and that he should have left you to die on that frozen wasteland that is Jotunheim. You have often been forgiven, and given many chances. But mischief and evil, those were your goals. You started a Ragnarok, were the cause of the death of Odin, destroyed Asgard, along with many other evil deeds. Your selfish ambition to be King of Asgard has led you through this road. And yet, in the end, the only thing you succeeded in was bringing Asgardians closer together. You have strengthened the bonds between us all, and Asgard is once more feared and strong. So thank you, God of Mischief." she said with a slight smile.

"But you cannot be allowed to live, I will not allow it. Your mischief has been a constant headache that shall be cured. And so, Laufeyson, I revoke your title as the Asgardian God of Mischief. I shall remove your capacity for magic, and your longevity. If you somehow return, you shall only appear in your true, Frost Giant form. There will be no more fair, black-locked forms for you. And finally I curse you, Loki Laufeyson. In the deepest pits of Hel you shall thirst and cry, and there shall be no refuge from your fate. I curse you to pain and sorrow, which you have caused for so many. A scourge upon Asgard you shall be no more." Valka thundered, her eyes glowing with the Valka-Force to install all these conditions.

"And now, Laufeyson, as the mortals say, burn in Hel." said Valka, swinging the greatsword Oathbringer. And so fell Loki Laufeyson, the God of Mischief.

[The Starlight]

Raagh!, the Voidlords screamed, the light throwing their physical forms into disarray, dark particles of nothing scattering across the Void before reforming briefly and being destroyed again.

Nnolgeth retreated past the boundary of the light, roaring in pain and fury. Maybe we both fear the other, Starkindler. Allow me to remind you of why you fear us… he growled, spreading his claws. The black hole's gravity increased, sucking in the light, further entrapping her, while his trap for the rest of the Starkindlers was prepared.

Elentáríel made no reply, considering her options. She was weakened considerably while within the black hole, so her choices were limited. Settling for a shield of light, she waited for her brother's arrival, firing beams of light at the Voidlord to keep away. Expanding the shield of light, she started the process of creating a Stargate within the shield, to gate herself out of the Black Hole, as she couldn't simply teleport into Varda while stuck in a black hole.

[The Republic of Atria]

Both the heroes flew after the now disarmed Doomsday. Following the trail of purple smog wasn't too difficult. Naja shot ahead and tackled the monster to the ground. Without it's arms, all Doomsday could do was flail it's legs. Superman grabbed one and Naja grabbed the other, and using their incredible strength and blasting their eye beams full blast, they ripped Doomsday cleanly in half. "Ugh..." Naja muttered waving what she though was dust out of the way. "He stinks. So what do we do with the body."

"I'm going to throw it into the sun, oh, Naja. Thanks." He said and offered to shake her hand, which she took. "You'd make a really good member of the League. But I'm sure you've got your hands full with your team. Thanks again for the help." Superman said, grabbing the parts of Doomsday and flying into space to dispose of the body.

Naja flew back to her apartment, noticing that Alex was gone. Which was strange. He was usually good about telling her where he was going, but it didn't bother her that much. She was just happy to look at herself in the mirror. "I'm a Superhero... I teamed up with Superman... AWESOME!"

Alex

"I'd prefer the Atlantic I suppose... So you're really from 850 thousand years in the future? Am I still with Naja?"

"Oh yeah. Still lovebirds even then." The Imp replied and snapped his fingers, creating a huge chunk of land roughly the size of Texas, 2 miles into the air. "How's that chief?" He asked to the dumbfounded Alex. The Imp made Alex's thoughts visible for the others to see, but there wasn't much. "Huh... I guess that's a good place to start." He said floating over to Alex and poking him in the head. "Hey chief, wake up. We gots stuff to do. Now. We're gonna need buildings! Lots of em! And given your liking of the color, gold. I think that'll be the color of the city. Any objections."

Alex blinked a few times, coming back to his senses. He couldn't believe that the little man sitting in the air just created a mass of that that bit with just a snap. He knew what little that the humans knew of 5th Dimensional imps. But words don't do them justice. The imp was likely more powerful than anyone else on Earth or even the universe. "Umm. Yeah. Sure." He said and finally came to completely. "Okay. First things first. Homes. According to my magic, this is about the size of Texas. We can fit at least 30 million to start with. So apartment complexes, laboratories..." He paused, thinking about what about food, and water, and dismissed it when he realized that he was going to be gassing his citizens up on his serum. So essentials were simply extra.

[New Rob Halfordia]

- Snip -

Arctico let out a silent sigh, his father was right, there was a wide gap of power between the two of them, but Arctico didn't know what to do, he had a job to do here on Arcos, and he couldn't let his father's offers of power get to him. But then he felt a fraction of Frost's power surround him, an immense presence of Cosmic Energy began to swirl around him, Arctico's eyes widening as the energy coursed through his veins, forcing him to close his eyes in acknowledgement of such power "My god..." Arctico whispered as he looked down at his hands "This power, the power of all the Cosmic Forces flowing through my veins, It feels absolutely incredible!" Arctico exclaimed in awe, his energy skyrocketing beyond it's original limit.

Feeling such a legendary amount of power flow through his veins gave Arctico a moment to think "With this type of power at my command, there would be nothing that I cannot do!" Arctico exclaimed inwardly as he let out a steady breath, the feeling of excitement slowly dying down as he let the energy pulsate around him
"My goodness, Frost does have a point, with this type of power in our hands, there will be no one who will threaten the Arcosians ever again, not only that, but with my vision, I will be able to establish an era of peace on Arcos and all of the planets that are subordinate to the Planet Trade Organization itself!" Arctico smiled as he brought his hand out to his father. "You have my attention now father, to have such an unkempt amount of power in the hands of a single individual, It is absolutely amazing to say the least!"

"I will trust you father, but I only ask of one thing from you..." Arctico looked back to Lt. Xero, and then to Arcos, where the battle between the Traditionalists and the Reformist continued to rage on "I only ask that when we complete our training, If I may return back to Arcos someday and put an end to the Traditionalists rule, to establish a new and far more effective government in control of Arcos, It is my only request that I ask of you, please father." Arctico asked, his eyes still on Arcos, his homeworld, true that he was sad that blood was being spilled on his home, but he knew that a reform change needed to happen, and that change was going to happen, eventually.

Frost smiled, "Excellent." he said, as the surroundings of the two warriors suddenly began to warp and change. The empty space above Arcos in which they once inhabited became a planet covered in alpine forest and mountains. However, the two warriors stood in a special place. Atop the highest mountain, in an ancient ruin, decorated with massive statues of brave Arcosian warriors. Frost held out his arms towards the temple, Arctico by his side, "Welcome to the training grounds of the Cold Clan. Generations of warriors have come here to train themselves in the many secret ways of our clan, and you shall be no different.", he said, turning to Arcticos and lowering his arms, "I used the Power Cosmic to get us here. The planet is super massive, a rocky planet the size of many large gas giants. So, there is plenty of space..."

"However," Frost continued, his tone growing more serious, "It is also surrounded by a force field that will not let anything out that hasn't been given permission by I, the Clan leader. This is by design, as the last step to achieving this form, and the means to control it is incredibly dangerous... but we'll get to that later." he said, beckoning Arctico to walk with him to a small shrine of sorts. It had a dragon on top, with seven empty spherical spaces in a sculpted floating ring surrounding said dragon.

Frost slid his hand on the ring as he walked around the statue, "This, is your first step." he said with anticipation, "To be able to sustain the form I have achieved, you must first attain physical immortality as I have. This must be achieved through the wish granting orbs known as Dragon Balls, but, due to the nature of the wish, and the power required, you can not use any normal Dragon Balls. You must search the galaxy for the Black Star Dragon Balls, as they are nearly irreversible, and can only be countered by themselves. But, it is there power that we require, as the normal Dragon Balls cannot grant such an extreme wish on beings as powerful as ourselves."

[Han Tzu]

The Patrick Residence - Beverly Hills, L.A

Background Theme Music

It t'was a lovely, bright & early morning in the home of The Doctor. The birds were flying about singing tunes only other birds could understand and their harmonious lullabies filled the atmosphere of the residential area with subtle joy and quietness. However, the Doctor herself was about to break the balance between Order and Chaos that morning, as we shall very soon see......

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10 year-old Jane Eleonora Patrick carefully placed a pair of small cylindrical bio-sensor devices at each side of her older sister's bedroom door. Adjusting them to be parallel to one another, she activated it and a thin red laser line beamed out across the floor to virtually interconnect them as one. Grinning to herself, Jane followed it up by fishing out a two tin capsules from her backpack before sliding open the central cover of one of them to button in a code that would wirelessly connect them both to the bio-sensors on the ground. With that done, the Doctor initiated the anti-grav systems of the two capsules and placed them hovering in the air directly above Olivia's doorway.

The tin canisters each contained the same green sticky substance as the other. A non-lethal chemical liquid of which Jane had given the dubious title of "Gooey-Greenie Mucus H20" or simply "The Gooey-Greenie." It was something of a hard-to-wash green paint with the exception that the Doctor made it felt as sticky as actual mucus + glue and as stinky as a skunk's urine. The moment Olivia stepped out of her room and triggered the sensor devices on the floor would be the moment the capsules in the air would burst open and bestow its all-glutinous loveliness upon her.

Jane unintentionally snorted out loud in an effort to stifle the growing itch to laugh terribly from just picturing the scene. This was a prank she had always dreamed of playing on her older sister ever since that incident when Olivia was kidnapped, experimented upon, became skin-like green and obtained abilities similar to The Hulk before being dropped off back home. The only part of her that looked normal slightly was her long wavy hair which was still dark but with a tinge of green in it........though the Doctor was gonna change all of that really soon and ensured that it became an all bright-green hue that matched the complexion of her skin. Oh the hilarity.

Of course there was going to be a backlash to this new shenanigan of hers. Knowing her new hulked-out sister it was definitely going to be a super big, loud & rampaging one that could potentially destroy the home. But meh......Jane knew they could always afford to build another. Or if her parents suddenly ran out of that huge-ass luxury of theirs which they could have used to potentially feed all the starving children in Africa instead of throwing grand parties once every weekend, all the Doctor had to do was pick up a magic hammer and a magic chisel and voila!....new palace built......to her own awesome taste & image of course.

However, the next question shouldn't be on how to rebuild the mansion. Nope. It should be on how Jane was going to protect herself from Olivia's righteous wrath of fury next.

The Doctor nonchalantly slung her backpack over her shoulder before gazing up to look behind at the opposite ceiling. Plugged into the wall above was a miniature security camera, secretly planted there by yours truly the day before to film the scene and be replayed later on at Jane's leisure. Might even become a future hit on Youtube, who knows.

The Doctor glanced at her wrist-watch and realising it was nearly time for the household awakening, she quickly hurried back into her room to initiate defensive measures. A spherical podium sat stationary on the floor and greeted our mischievous heroine as she entered the bedroom and shut the door behind her before locking it. Then flinging her backpack onto her bed first, Jane climbed onto the podium and settled herself down on it by assuming a buddha pose in the form of mock meditation. Immediately a force field erupted in a bubble that surrounded the Doctor as she sat there with her eyes close and an evil grin twisted upon her cute little face. This was her first and last line of defence and indeed nothing more was needed anyway. The force field itself was strong enough to withstand a direct hit from a thermonuclear missile. Even if her sister looked like a Hulk, her strength should be nowhere near the original.......or thats what Jane hoped at least. The Doctor hadn't had the free time to test Olivia's newfound powers out and measure them accordingly. What with her new role as Time Lord of Earth Beyond and her new responsibilities to safe-guard & maintain the space-time continuum which was a hectic job, enough to drive a normal working adult insane.

Anyways, today was an exceptional one day holiday that knowing Mr. FF (Fulcrum Force) could probably end any minute. But first, Jane was going to enjoy this too long-delayed escapade of hers. She couldn't wait to see the look on Olivia's face....much less how she'll look with the new hairdo.

[New Neros]

-snip

"System reboot failed...Assuming biological parameters." A small robotic, feminine voice said in Paras' head as his eyes went from pitch black to a bright blue - lines of alien coding and letters flashing past him in rapid succession until a bright light formed from the endless code. The white light took up his entire vision, and was only broken by the sight of an angel in front of the cyborg Saiyan. His mind struggled to comprehend such beauty after the fight - Paras reasoning that he might have died. He smiled at the android, not knowing who she was and why she was there, but he let her know what he thought about her. "You're...alluring." He said, using his mind's thesaurus to find a smarter word for 'pretty'.

Paras rose up on his own accord, sitting down and looking at the mess he had made of himself. Well, he wasn't quite sure what all had happened - the last thing Paras remembered was a planetary explosion after he conquered a planet for Freiza. After that, he was in the midst of a battle and just punched the other Saiyan, and now, he was in the presence of a foxy lady. "I...I'm Paras, nice to meet you. You look so very...charming." He said smoothly, smirking a bit, hoping his good looks didn't get wiped out when the PTO made him into a killer cyborg. "Grah..." He moaned, placing a hand on his head as it throbbed in pain, "It feels like a million tiny shocks in my brain!"

[The Templar High Council]

She did not know if she could escape, and so, the others had to be warned. She searched for their minds, locating the seven and speaking in their minds. "They have returned," she said, not having to explain who 'they' were. "I will attempt to hold them until Tarmithéil arrives, but prepare yourselves, brothers and sisters, and put a guard on your stars."

Brother, sisters, the Voidlords have returned. We must go to war. They have taken Elentáríel. Meet me at her star of Varda, we must plan a rescue for her. He called to his siblings minds, hoping they would heed his call and come quickly.

Arenténniel heard the call from her brother and sister, right in the middle of Dreamwalking. Sensing that she was needed, Aren withdrew a number of avatars from exploring Earth to gain more power. At the same time, she began inputting the coordinates into the stargate, quickly travelling to Elentáríel's home of Varda, where she saw Tarmithéil in deep thought.

"Tarmithéil," Aren said, her childish voice quivering. "What happened to Elentáríel? They... are back..?" Her bright eyes shined, but not with happiness. They were glistening with potential tears. The death of a star is never a happy time, but Starfalls made it worth it. Black holes... were a tragedy that no one deserved.

[Charmera]

The android looked upon the Saiyan as he overreacted to her presence. She tensed slightly. But then relaxed when he did. She looked upon him for a little longer, observing him for a little while. She had never seen a Saiyan this close up, though her curiosity lessened when she realized how similar to human he was in looks. She mentally shrugged and then came back to his question. Not realizing she had left a somewhat awkward pause. '

"I can travel between dimensions." She replied. "I was just coming back from an alternate universe recently. I wanted to go to my home dimension, but it seems this one seems to have been... in my way." She explained. Trying to convey the intricacies of traveling between dimensions as she did would be hard enough, but she was also an android, who found communication difficult at the best of times. "I came in time to see both of you fighting..." She remarked. "Are you injured? Why were you fighting that other Saiyan? Why was your hair glowing golden?" She asked in quick succession.

As the android explained her story, Okarot realized that her means of travelling across dimensions was very different from his own. Okarot simply used his Ki to search out the dimension he wanted, and tear a hole to it. For this stranger however, it was clear that the dimensions were not only the destination, but also the road. Such a way a travelling could be dangerous, as there was no telling what a dimension could hold in terms of danger. Many were uninhabitable by even the strongest of beings, and would not only exert physical extremities upon you, but change the very fabric of who you were.

Suddenly, as Okarot was bombarded by a wave of questions, his hand began to glow. Lowering it to his wound, he began explaining, "I can heal myself, so my injuries will be okay." he said, rather calmly, his power hangover making him tired, "My hair was golden because I went Super Saiyan. What you saw was Super Saiyan 3, the highest form I've accomplished, though I'm sure I can go further. Super Saiyan 3 multiples a Saiyan's original power by just over 400 times, while a Super Saiyan 2 transformation multiplies it by 100 times. A normal Super Saiyan transformation multiplies it by 50 times. As for why I was fighting... basically, that cyborg over there attacked me after I released him from the pod he was contained in. But, I'm not complaining, he was a good test for the Super Saiyan 3 state."

Lisa noticed the healing abilities of the saiyan with great interest. She watched as his flesh seemed to repair itself with surprising efficiency. How his flesh repaired so quickly reminded her of... something. She quickly shook the thought off. Her mind whirred back to the line of questions she had for the Saiyan in question. "Multiple forms... I have something similar. Though they work differently." She remarked. Then paused. "Didn't help me much though..." She sighed. Then changed the subject. "So he attacked you instantly?" She responded, considering the posibilities. Why would someone do that with insufficient information?

She then paused. Suddenly extending a hand. "My name is Lisa. I'm an android." She spoke. It was only fair she told him. "What's yours?"

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"System reboot failed...Assuming biological parameters." A small robotic, feminine voice said in Paras' head as his eyes went from pitch black to a bright blue - lines of alien coding and letters flashing past him in rapid succession until a bright light formed from the endless code. The white light took up his entire vision, and was only broken by the sight of an angel in front of the cyborg Saiyan. His mind struggled to comprehend such beauty after the fight - Paras reasoning that he might have died. He smiled at the android, not knowing who she was and why she was there, but he let her know what he thought about her. "You're...alluring." He said, using his mind's thesaurus to find a smarter word for 'pretty'.

Paras rose up on his own accord, sitting down and looking at the mess he had made of himself. Well, he wasn't quite sure what all had happened - the last thing Paras remembered was a planetary explosion after he conquered a planet for Freiza. After that, he was in the midst of a battle and just punched the other Saiyan, and now, he was in the presence of a foxy lady. "I...I'm Paras, nice to meet you. You look so very...charming." He said smoothly, smirking a bit, hoping his good looks didn't get wiped out when the PTO made him into a killer cyborg. "Grah..." He moaned, placing a hand on his head as it throbbed in pain, "It feels like a million tiny shocks in my brain!"

The android blinked suddenly at his compliment. Not sure what to make of it. She cocked her head slightly. Confused. She wasn't sure why her appearance would be the topic at hand. The other Saiyan hadn't commented on it, and she found it a little strange that it had been brought up by this one. She self conciously looked at her wings and body once more, now getting a little self concious with this Saiyans gaze. What did he see? Why does he stare?

She the spoke. "My... Name is Lisa. My name is Lisa." She said twice, quite flustered and embarrassed by it. Was she handling this well? She wasn't quite sure. "I am sorry... but what do you mean I look 'alluring'? I'm very confused..." She replied. And then suddenly when he doubled over. "Paras? Are you alright?" She asked. She placed a hand on his cheek. She pinged the computer in his brain, trying to access it remotely, but the system was... foreign. She wasn't quite sure what was going on. "Your system seems to be causing the pain at a guess. I'd suggest running a diagnostic check and seeing if the problem can be remedied. I would do so but I am having trouble accessing it." She responded matter of factly.

The Patrick Residence - Beverly Hills, L.A

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Background Theme Music

It t'was a lovely, bright & early morning in the home of The Doctor. The birds were flying about singing tunes only other birds could understand and their harmonious lullabies filled the atmosphere of the residential area with subtle joy and quietness. However, the Doctor herself was about to break the balance between Order and Chaos that morning, as we shall very soon see......

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10 year-old Jane Eleonora Patrick carefully placed a pair of small cylindrical bio-sensor devices at each side of her older sister's bedroom door. Adjusting them to be parallel to one another, she activated it and a thin red laser line beamed out across the floor to virtually interconnect them as one. Grinning to herself, Jane followed it up by fishing out a two tin capsules from her backpack before sliding open the central cover of one of them to button in a code that would wirelessly connect them both to the bio-sensors on the ground. With that done, the Doctor initiated the anti-grav systems of the two capsules and placed them hovering in the air directly above Olivia's doorway.

The tin canisters each contained the same green sticky substance as the other. A non-lethal chemical liquid of which Jane had given the dubious title of "Gooey-Greenie Mucus H20" or simply "The Gooey-Greenie." It was something of a hard-to-wash green paint with the exception that the Doctor made it felt as sticky as actual mucus + glue and as stinky as a skunk's urine. The moment Olivia stepped out of her room and triggered the sensor devices on the floor would be the moment the capsules in the air would burst open and bestow its all-glutinous loveliness upon her.

Jane unintentionally snorted out loud in an effort to stifle the growing itch to laugh terribly from just picturing the scene. This was a prank she had always dreamed of playing on her older sister ever since that incident when Olivia was kidnapped, experimented upon, became skin-like green and obtained abilities similar to The Hulk before being dropped off back home. The only part of her that looked normal slightly was her long wavy hair which was still dark but with a tinge of green in it........though the Doctor was gonna change all of that really soon and ensured that it became an all bright-green hue that matched the complexion of her skin. Oh the hilarity.

Of course there was going to be a backlash to this new shenanigan of hers. Knowing her new hulked-out sister it was definitely going to be a super big, loud & rampaging one that could potentially destroy the home. But meh......Jane knew they could always afford to build another. Or if her parents suddenly ran out of that huge-ass luxury of theirs which they could have used to potentially feed all the starving children in Africa instead of throwing grand parties once every weekend, all the Doctor had to do was pick up a magic hammer and a magic chisel and voila!....new palace built......to her own awesome taste & image of course.

However, the next question shouldn't be on how to rebuild the mansion. Nope. It should be on how Jane was going to protect herself from Olivia's righteous wrath of fury next.

The Doctor nonchalantly slung her backpack over her shoulder before gazing up to look behind at the opposite ceiling. Plugged into the wall above was a miniature security camera, secretly planted there by yours truly the day before to film the scene and be replayed later on at Jane's leisure. Might even become a future hit on Youtube, who knows.

The Doctor glanced at her wrist-watch and realising it was nearly time for the household awakening, she quickly hurried back into her room to initiate defensive measures. A spherical podium sat stationary on the floor and greeted our mischievous heroine as she entered the bedroom and shut the door behind her before locking it. Then flinging her backpack onto her bed first, Jane climbed onto the podium and settled herself down on it by assuming a buddha pose in the form of mock meditation. Immediately a force field erupted in a bubble that surrounded the Doctor as she sat there with her eyes close and an evil grin twisted upon her cute little face. This was her first and last line of defence and indeed nothing more was needed anyway. The force field itself was strong enough to withstand a direct hit from a thermonuclear missile. Even if her sister looked like a Hulk, her strength should be nowhere near the original.......or thats what Jane hoped at least. The Doctor hadn't had the free time to test Olivia's newfound powers out and measure them accordingly. What with her new role as Time Lord of Earth Beyond and her new responsibilities to safe-guard & maintain the space-time continuum which was a hectic job, enough to drive a normal working adult insane.

Anyways, today was an exceptional one day holiday that knowing Mr. FF (Fulcrum Force) could probably end any minute. But first, Jane was going to enjoy this too long-delayed escapade of hers. She couldn't wait to see the look on Olivia's face....much less how she'll look with the new hairdo.

Olivia looked at the ruins before her. Destroyed buildings, overturned cars and broken roads. She could see the fire. Though it could not hurt her. She walked forward. proceeding as she looked around the city. She could see her sister standing before her. Rushing towards her, Olivia-

Olivia awoke with a start, hearing something from her sisters room. Sitting up with considerable force. The bed cracked and snapped under her strength with considerable ease. She grunted, sighing as she got up from her broken bed. She gritted her teeth with more force than it took to snap the bed and sighed as she stretched slightly. Another bed gone... She thought to herself. You'd think with all the crazy stuff Jane's been inventing she could at least make me a bed that doesn't snap at the slightest provocation. She thought to herself.

Ever since the transformation it had been more or less like that with everything. Doors ripped from their hinges, windows smashed and plenty of damage to her families property. She had destroyed her car by getting out of it too faced. And the more she got frustrated at it the less she could control it. She hadn't dared touch anything she loved in those days. And she had been perhaps a little distance with Jane and her parents. Unwilling to shake hands or hug anyone. She needed to get this under control and it was hard working out the bugs of her new powers.

Kermit was right. It's not easy being green.

Though, then again, it had perks. She was nigh on invincible, since nothing she had tried to do had even come close to hurting her. She could jump fast and high. Moving things was no longer a problem. People tended to be much nicer to her than usual (And that was saying a lot considering how she looked). And it was pretty freaking awesome having superpowers.

The only thing it didn't seem to help that much with was dealing with her annoying know it all sister. But that was a matter she had to live with considering her parents were putting her through art school and she didn't have a job anymore. (Turns out Starbucks doesn't like it when their employees are green and make basketball players look like jockey riders)

Speaking of which, she supposed she should go check on her little sister. After all she did feel a degree of responsibility for her considering she was the big sister. She walked up to the door. And inhaled, exhaled, and carefully, carefully opened it. The door moved forward and Olivia walked through it. She had achieved success in opening the door. She could almost hear the level up sound as she smiled triumphantly.

Only to get a face-full of green good.

She paused for a moment. Not fully comprehending what was going on. Then she put a hand to her face and felt a green sticky substance. She was now covered in it. And so was her hair. Her hair.

Her fucking hair was green.

---

"JANE!"

Everyone in the house and a good amount of people out of it would hear the primal roar of Olivia's sisters name. This had been a particularly shitty past few days for Olive. She was just getting the hand of things, and then this happens. This was a straw that breaks the camels back. Or... goo that turns the camel green. Whatever. Either way it fucking sucks and she was righteously pissed. The only thing that had looked not green was now fucking green.

With stomps that shook the entire house, Olivia stormed towards Janes room with a green fire in her eyes. The door put up a laughable amount of resistance, not even causing her pause as she simply walked right through the door. Then turned to see her sister.

"You are so freaking dead!" She said. Of course, that was an exaggeration. She likely wouldn't do anything to even hurt her sister. But she needed to get back at her. Both to sate her vengeance for her dyed hair and to serve as punishment for her evil little sister.

She walked forward, but was blocked by the force-field. Which was actually a barrier, unlike the door. Though it served to piss off Olive even more. Which was perhaps it's undoing.

A single strike already left it cracked. and a second did so even more. It took a third to make a hole. Each punch sent tremors through the two and sent the various things in her sisters room flying. It was a miracle the floor didn't give out. Not thinking about any of this Olivia grabbed the force field through the hole she made and tore it apart, cracking it and shattering it. She then inhaled, exhaled. And picked her sister up by the foot with her right hand. Lifting her up to Olivia's face. Her eyes glaring at the person before her.

"You have exactly ten seconds to tell me how to get this stuff off before I break open the pipeline to the sewers and then dunk you in it."

[Charmera]

Hiroshi:

"I Killed Paragus!"

Immediately the Monster froze. That was the nerve, the nerve he didn't want to pick. Rising to his full height. Hiroshi stared defiantly at Broly.

" yea, you heard me! I killed that bastard! He was visiting my Father and I killed him for fun! That sick old man wanted my dad to sell me to him so I could become what you were! He always said I was just like you, and it made me sick!" Hiroshi snapped furiously, silently biting his lip and hoping the larger Saiyan bought his lie.

Broly had finally turned to face him, Hirosho almost sighing as the little girl scurried away. But the Brute's face was impassive. But there was something bigger building beneath his skin, something much darker then what he'd seen before.

" Just thought you should know since you killed my daughter. Look at us, we could be best friends, killing each others family!" Hiroshi spat, anger and disgust seeping into his voice.

The world began to rumble once again, as the beasts face twisted into something incredibly evil and dark. First his energy slowly faded to golden fire, his entire bod beginning to tremble as his teeth grit together. Like a tsunami, an incredible wave of force washed over the city, followed by an even stronger blast of force, Broly's muscles tightening dangerously. Veins popped across his frame, red vessels in his eyes bursting, only adding to his demonic appearance.

This was his true power, coming forward, and coming forward with his fury.

Gritting his teeth, Hiroshi knew he couldn't concede.

Hey Little Monkey

Yeah Hey Kiddo

Looking around =, hoping to find the people the voices belonged to, Hiroshi saw no one.

" Who is that?" He muttered slowly. " Mother? Uncle?"

In the background, there was a evil cackle from the Monster. Having finally found some entertainment, Broly crossed his arms and watched the bleeding wreck.

"Hiroshi, it's me, your Mother and Uncle. We're talking to you from the next life, You can do this. I know you think your out of power honey, but you have so much more."

"Yeah kid. I can feel that strength within you, just let it loose."

But Mother... My bodies burnt, broken and I can't even feel the right side of my face. Where is this power going to come from?" Hiroshi asked.

"Within. There's so much power within you, you just can't feel it. You fear you'll hurt the planet. Do not worry about the damage it might cause, the damage you'll cause is nothing compared to everything you'll save."

" Now get the fuck up boy. You didn't help kill Freiza, defeat Garlic Junior and become a Super Saiyan to die by this Brutes hands! Get UP!"

"You can do it Daddy."

Wracked breathing rushed through Hiroshi as he almost forcibly folded over, white hot fur flooding his veins.

" Die."

Something broke behind Hiroshi's eyes, hands coming off old restraints. He felt in that moment, two hands on hi shoulders, and a small hand within his own. His Mother and Uncle flanked him on either side, and his daughter held his hand, their images urging him to let it all go. Chaos flowed from his core, all control over his energy collapsing. This wasn't just a release of hidden potential, this was the flood gates opening, and Hiroshi felt his body burn from the inside out. It was incredibly painful to experience.

Without thought, his hand raised up, just as the brute pulled back his fist to strike. When his own hand caught it, all of his energy surged into one limb, a bright golden flash and explosive noise halting the fist where it was. trembling, his fingers brimmed with lightening, as the aura around him threatened to turn his frame gold. Shaky breaths escaped his lips as emerald eyes turned upwards, locking eyes with Broly for a moment.

"Ha... Ha!...HAAAA!"

Each breath that escaped Hiroshi became more and more furious, his muscles bulging with strain. Veins rippled across his body as his aura exploded around him. Golden fire immediately burned away the concrete, steel and broken glass, sending the ashes scattering into the hurricane forming around him. His scream echoed across the ruins of West City. it was the sound of an animal breaking out of it's cage.

Victory would mean finding a way to take those away from him... somehow.

All the power Hiroshi could harness pushed itself into one spot, his emerald eyes locking once more with Broly's. Growling, Hiroshi slid back into a crouch, looking like a cat ready to pounce, before he bounded forward, his whole body pushing itself past it's limit for one final strike.Only energy surrounded his fist as his hand disappeared n the glowing fire arching towards Broly.

The arm seared up Broly's chest, starting in his stomach before ripping up his abdomen. Skin, muscles and even bone were exposed to open air, before being cooked by the raw energy surrounding the warriors. All that power blasted through layer after layer of power protecting the Brutes frame, blood exploding from the wound before the fist that had opened the wound cauterized it in the same moment. The burning gash ended near the breast bone of the Devil. the entire frame of the Giant shifted with the strike, arching backwards as a pained scream escaped Broly, his scream being lost in the pulsing energy around them.

Only as the light faded off his fist, did Hiroshi return to himself. As soon as he did, he realized just how worn he was, but the flood of power from within him soon brought him back from the brink of exhaustion. Screams from the warriors echoed across the city, as a swirl of green energy wrapped itself around Broly, and Hiroshi's own energy began to cook his arm. Flailing in the air uncontrollably, and no longer able to contain the power growing within him, Broly's body violently expelled the power with another spray of blood. Terror quickly washed over Hiroshi as he realized what was happening, and the consequences it would have.

Both of their screams were deafened by the sound of the blast.

In the blink of an eye, half of Satan City was obliterated as well as several mountains around it, a titanic explosion of green light washing over the area. Even as the city evaporated and cratered seconds later, the burning green light traveled for hundreds of miles, blinding anyone who gazed upon it.

()()()()()()()()()

Everythign hurt.

Even after he'd raised all of his defenses, the blast from within Broly had left him in worse shape then he'd wanted. He wasn't sure how long he'd been out, but all he knew was that the ground beneath him was solid, and there was a sky above him. As he started digging rocks and mud off of him, Hiroshi felt the patter of rain impact his skin, and for a moment, almost lost himself in how amazing it felt. Even as cold as it was, the rain against his skin was all he could ask for in that moment.

just then, the wind picked up, blowing his onyx hair to the west, to his left. The rain intensified as lightening arced across the sky once more, a thundering boom breaking the gentle quiet of the battlefield.

There was movement in the distance, perhaps fifty meters from him. The earth broke as a trembling, meaty hand broke through the rocks. Still breathing heavily, Hiroshi watched as a golden haired figure pulled itself from the crater it once lay in.

No No No No! How could he have survvied that!

Even when his own power had betrayed him. Broly had defied all odds, defied death. Just like him, Broly refused to give up. With his head raised in the air, Broly roared a she locked eyes with Hiroshi, emerald meeting onyx in a terrified fashion.

"Hiroshi!" He hissed.

As the wrods left his mouth, the huge beast slumped into the dirt, leaving Hiroshi to almost sigh in relief before the Devil pulled himself to his feet once more, one hand covering the gaping hole in his chest. Hiroshi shifted for a moment, backing away and trying to pull himself from the crater, his hand gripping the lip of the crater as Broly stalked towards him., rainwater getting in his eyes as lightening illuminated everything.

"Kid it ain't over yet. Gather your strength, one more strike of that strength and he'll be down for that count. Come on, me and your Mother believe in you. Tomia believes in you..."

Gulping, Hiroshi locked eyes with the brute.

" Y-you die here Boy!" broly roared hoarsely. Struggling to his knees, Hiroshi growled as he raised an arm, channeling his energy.

Shit. Claudia? Where are you when I NEED YOU?!?

Suddenly, like a red meteor of fury and rage. Claudia came down in a red ball of fire which quickly turned blue before it landed next to Broly with a rediculous amount of force. She then came out of the large and deep crater she made in the earth and grabbed Broly and lifted the brute over her head like a basketball. "Hey Asshole! Pick on someone elses boyfriend for a change!" She shouted, before turning to Hiroshi. "Hey Hiro. Do you know how to play baseball?" She asked. Then stepped forward with car crushing force, swinging her captive forward with her arms, tossing the large saiyan at the Saiyan who had been fighting him not long ago with considerable force. "Well hit this one out of the park!" She shouted as she did so.

[Siliarba]

Sabrina El Carter/Star Girl-18 Yrs-Metropolis

It had only taken me about fifteen minutes to fly this girl from Siberia to my own bedroom. I had a theory to test, and I was pretty certain that it would work. Back in Russia, the girl came to life when I began to play music, but she freaked out as if she could not process any information. So, if it takes a 'input' of sorts to wake her up, she must have been receiving 'multiple inputs' being from the music and everything else around her. So, the solution was simple I thought as I opened up a drawer in my dresser and pulled out the specific tool I needed.

Headphones.

If music is what she needs, and anything else simply makes her confused. Then you make it to where all she can hear is music, and she should be fine. In my own theory. The house is empty, as my mom went away for a while, and dad is off....somewhere. And August is...well. The fact is that if something happens, she wont be able to harm my family, so I should be able to keep her under wraps.

I placed the headphones on her as I searched for my IPod, picking a certain song I liked, I started it up and locked my eyes on her just waiting to see if my plan would work, or if I would need to put her under again.

Rin Tarla

Everything went dark again as the music stopped, and seemingly just a moment later I woke up again. The place was different, wherever it was it was somewhere completely else. For a moment it was silent but that feeling instantly passed as once again sounds began crashing down on me. Traffic, conversations, shouting, animal noises. Everything could be heard perfectly and everything could be seen perfectly once more. It was enough to brake most people, but I wasn't most people. Sure all I'd want is for it to stop but I'm not going to let it cause me to lose control. I didn't know how I could have been so weak to lose control the last time but whoever I was the last time that's not who I am now.

"I don't know who you are, I don't even know who I am, but you aren't to bright are you?" Rin got up and clearly cringed from the pain she felt, regardless she kept herself from screaming or grunting. "The first time you wake me up I create massive destruction so you think, let's try it again in a more populated area. You're lucky that whoever I am I'm not the same person as the one who caused the destruction, that said I rather go back to being unconscious than be in constant pain from hearing and seeing everything there is to see in this entire god damn city!" Frustration and anger caused me to yell at whoever this person was that had seemingly waked me.

And with having finished what she wanted to say I grabbed the headphones and instinctively destroy them with sound vibrations causing me to collapse once again.

[Tomia]

She did not know if she could escape, and so, the others had to be warned. She searched for their minds, locating the seven and speaking in their minds. "They have returned," she said, not having to explain who 'they' were. "I will attempt to hold them until Tarmithéil arrives, but prepare yourselves, brothers and sisters, and put a guard on your stars."

Brother, sisters, the Voidlords have returned. We must go to war. They have taken Elentáríel. Meet me at her star of Varda, we must plan a rescue for her. He called to his siblings minds, hoping they would heed his call and come quickly.

Arenténniel heard the call from her brother and sister, right in the middle of Dreamwalking. Sensing that she was needed, Aren withdrew a number of avatars from exploring Earth to gain more power. At the same time, she began inputting the coordinates into the stargate, quickly travelling to Elentáríel's home of Varda, where she saw Tarmithéil in deep thought.

"Tarmithéil," Aren said, her childish voice quivering. "What happened to Elentáríel? They... are back..?" Her bright eyes shined, but not with happiness. They were glistening with potential tears. The death of a star is never a happy time, but Starfalls made it worth it. Black holes... were a tragedy that no one deserved.

Tarmithéil's youngest sister Arenténniel was the first to answer the call of his summons. He saw the fear in her eyes and her voice, it wouldn't do for her to be terrified before the fight even began, but she was the youngest, and Tarmithéil had always been sympathetic to her fears. "Yes dear sister, I fear it is true. Don't fear though Aren, we will rescue Elentáríel I promise. With the combined power of all of us, we will defeat the Voidlords and protect our stars." He told her confidently. "You should summon all your avatars, send some to protect your stars, and then have the rest ready to follow us into battle." Tarmithéil said to his youngest sister, instructing her to do what he had already done as he waited for the others to arrive.

[Turmenista]

Near Dubai, UAE Deserts

A plume of smoke in the otherwise beautiful afternoon sunset skies told Magnus that something was wrong. Definitely wrong. It looked much more devastating than, say, a Kuwaiti oil fire, but nevertheless was investigation-worthy.

Then the pulses. Magnus felt them instantly. Something big, really big, had to be walking around. And he didn't like it. His rocky gut told him that these weren't any normal earthquake waves - no, they were persistent. They were like a heart beat, only, they slowed down, every once and a while.

This isn't good. Magnus thought. I ought to check this out.

"I'm gonna go check that out." Magnus decided. Slowly sinking into the sands, he could probably get there at least in a couple minutes, tops. "I'll be fine, don't worry about me."

He hoped so. Whatever was out there was big, and probably was powerful, too.

---

The ugly humans never saw it coming.

Tyrax had come in through the water, headed straight for the Artificial Island's nuclear power plant. According to that female voice in his head, destroying that Plant would be one step in her campaign on reducing "pollution", but in reality, Tyrax knew blowing up that plant would provide a large enough explosion for some Terrorist Operation. Probably.

Either way, it felt wrong, but he wanted to do it. If killing weakling creatures and blowing up a power plant was worth it, then he'd do it. The humans had put up a formidable defense of Missile Launchers, Artillery, tanks, and infantry, but Tyrax shrugged off virtually every missile, shell, and rocket thrown at him. It seemed to tickle more than hurt him, actually.

Once in front of the gigantic armored column, Tyrax swept his tail out, producing a gust of wind powerful enough to topple most all of the tanks. From there on, he opened his mouth, producing A large, green beam of energy with acidic qualities, capable of simply melting the supports or anything in his way to virtually everything in his path. Overpowered, yes, but Tyrax could only use his favorite move for such a small amount of time.

Once that was out of the way [literally], he stepped over the bubbling and burning Tanks and other armored vehicles, facing the Power Plant facility. Radiating a steady flow of radiation, it was just sitting there, waiting to be blown up.. by him. He chuckled, actually, at how easy this was.

Kneeling down, he saw that only one soldier was left, standing by one of the windows of the buildings near the facility, firing rocket after rocket after rocket from his RPG-7 launcher, to no avail.

"You're going to pay for killing my family- for killing my friends, and for destroying my home!" The soldier defiantly yelled in his native language, grabbing the last anti-bunker warhead he had, and quickly snapping it onto the launcher. After aiming the launcher and squeezing the trigger, he launched his last rocket that could actually do minor damage to the beast, looking in horror as Tyrax turned around to face him, reptilian face and smiling. The soldier quickly snapped another warhead onto the launcher, then waited, arms shaking. It soon dawned upon the soldier that HE was the only one left. He was the only fighting force the City had left, and if he died, the City would be defenseless. And if that thing reached Dubai- there'd be no hope for them. But, there was no hope for him either. He couldn't harm that thing with anit-personnel warheads, no matter how many he fired. All hope was lost...

Until he felt the ground start to shake.

"W-what...?"

---

It all seemed to happen in Slow motion. Mid staring down the Reptilian beast, all of a sudden, a Gigantic, Rocky first had appeared out of nowhere. The fist smashed into the left side of the face, most likely at the speed of a missile. While it seemed like it was happening in Slow motion, the Reptilian monster's face seemed to press against and wrinkle against the force of the Fist. As the face caved in on the fist, time sped up, and the force from the blow sent the creature flying, down past several city blocks and right in front of a tall building.

The soldier debated on whether or not to shoot this new guy. Judging by his care for the environment by doing his best to not crush the buildings, This new assailant seemed to be fighting for the city, However..

"W-what is that.." The soldier mumbled, lowering his RPG. The new comer's fist seemed to be glowing red-hot, a mixture of Metal and rock. As it cooled down, he flexed his fingers out, Magma splashing somewhat everywhere.

"Dude. Did you see that? I punched the shit out of Godzilla!" The giant rock-metal man cackled. "Oh. But anyways, you might wanna evacuate everyone and shit.."

"What?" The man said again.

"Why do you say what so much?" Magnus asked. "What language do you speak?!"

"....What?"

"Do you speak English?" Magnus asked once again. No response.

"ENGLISH, Motherfucker, do you speak it?!"

"Yes!" The soldier finally replied.

"Good! Now listen carefully: TELL. THE. CIVILIANS. TO. GET. THE FUCK. OUT OF HERE. Got it?"

The soldier nodded quickly.

"Good! Now scram, buddy! I got this.."

[Lavan Tiri]

Sonja Delacroix

Amanda Waller poured herself another glass of Scotch.

Dear God, Sonja thought. What is that woman's liver made from, iron?

The two women had been sitting in Sonja's office for a good hour, talking about their families (neither of them had any), their jobs (which was just awkward, since they both spied on each other), and the Gotham City Bats horrendous season. But since this was Amanda's eighth glass of Scotch, Sonja figured that the talk would turn to business soon.

And indeed it did. As soon as Waller sat down and drained her Scotch, she hiccuped and said "Well, Sonja, let's discuss business. More specifically, what business you had killing Kyle Vannis. What, did you think cutting the chickens head off would stop it from running around?"

Sonja had been prepared to respond to this question. Mainly because it gave her the chance for some exposition, and no sociopathic crime queen can resist that.

"I had very good reason, Amanda. Money. Killing Vannis has set his goons loose on Gotham. The GCPD will need all the help they can get, and I'll be happy to oblige…for a fee. Then, when this mess is cleaned up, there will be some reconstruction needed. Again, some help. For money. It all comes back to money."

Amanda sat back in her chair, arms crossed. She'd expected this line of thinking from Sonja, but the owner of Knightstone seemed to have forgotten something. "What about the Bat?"

Sonja grinned. "Well, Ironheart can help keep the streets safe until he returns, I think. I'm sure Bruce wouldn't object."

And with that, Sonja stood, crossing to her elevator door. Waller took the hint and went with her, and the two women went down to the lobby in the elevator, escorted by Aaron.

Lazarus was inquiring at front desk about the weapons Knightstone produced, particularly the melee ones. He was reading about the corporation on a little booklet of sorts he found on the desk. Suddenly, he heard the elevator open and he saw Aaron and Delacroix; accompanying another woman who seemed to be a business partner. After they escorted the other woman outside and reentered the establishment, Lazarus walked up to the duo and introduced himself; outstretching a hand and smiling politely.

"Hello, I'm Lazarus Hope. I'd like to know more about your wares and possibly make a few purchases, if possible." Lazarus asked Sonja, trying to be as discreet as possible. Last time he saw this woman and the Ironheart, he tried to attack them.

Sonja quirked an eyebrow at the man. Lazarus Hope. The crazy sunuvabitch. But now, she knew his name, and no one could hide from the Knightstone master computer.

Aaron shot a sideways look at his boss. She recognized this guy, obviously. But if they knew each other, why was the man introducing himself.

"Certainly, Mr. Hope, but first, I've a question." Sonja said, leaning close to whisper in Laz's ear.

"Throw any cleavers recently?"

[The Republic of Atria]

"I suppose a golden city would be-" Alex started but was interrupted by the sound of a loud beeping coming from Kl'wl's watch. "What in the world is that racket?"

"Oh. It appears we cannot help you from this point on. Not without damaging the timestream." the Skrull explained.

"Sorry chief." The imp said and opened a time portal back to their time. "Rules is rules. Even I gotta follow them. Most of the time anyways. That land'll still be there and floating. I made sure of that! See you in a couple hundred thousand years!" He said with strange glee as they all vanished. Alex blinked a few times. That was certainly an experience that would be hard to beat. He wasn't really sure what to do next. That was one of the strangest things to ever happen to him. Not everyday that children from an incredible amount of time in the future come to visit their great grandfather.

Strange suggested that if he wasn't sure what to do, meditating was always a good choice. It would allow him to, in a way, see what he should do next. Or at the very least give him something to do. Stop a crime. Help out in a fight. He teleported himself back to his apartment and floated in the middle of the room and focused on the universe. Nothing out of the ordinary. Naja celebrating her first mission with Superman by going to a burger joint. Still getting some looks, but some people began to recognize her. Which made him happy to see her finally getting some credit for being a hero.

Looking elsewhere, he found something that he had seen before. Or rather someone that he had seen before. The Saiyan he fought on Earth long ago and far away. When he still had his powers. Albiet they were heavily dampened. At the very least he was impressed that the Saiyan was still alive despite saying he was going after Frieza. Something Alex deemed a death sentence. He made himself visible. "I am honestly impressed. You said you were going to kill Frieza. I will admit I thought you were going to die and thought you dead for the longest time. I was wrong. I'm getting ahead of myself. You remember me, right?"

[Zarkenis Ultima]

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Sarah giggled just as Samantha did when she heard the growling of Hanah's stomach, lightly shaking her head at the youngest of the Grimm sisters, but saying nothing. She was well aware that it was not the fault of the girl with wolf ears that her stomach started growling all of the sudden, so chiding her about it would likely accomplish nothing except make her grumpy, which was not something she wanted. Watching her wake up and scurry off to stock up the Backpack, Sarah dismissed the shadow comb and then turned to Samantha just as she too stood up from the couch and walked off to her room. Figuring that they would be heading outside soon enough, the eldest of the Grimms simply turned off the TV with the remote. It didn't matter much, anyway; she hadn't been paying attention to it for a while now. She was already dressed and as ready as she could be, so she simply leaned back and waited for them to be ready. Fortunately, it didn't take long, and Hanah emerged from her room with her Backpack at around the same time as Samantha returned with three wads of cash for each of them. She quickly leafed through it to count it before looking back at her sister.

"The best part is that this is just a tiny fraction of what we have here." She said softly to herself as she put her money in one of her pockets and stood up, heading towards the door. "Well, what are we waiting for? We have a city to explore, don't we?" She said to her sisters, smiling as she opened the door.

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The magical attack sent forth by Yamirakkelis succeeded in making Ku stop attacking Hadrimmelis by throwing him off of her. Afterwards, Tarasekannú slammed into him, sending him further away while igniting him, causing him a great deal of pain, though the flames were swiftly absorbed. The fire dragon offered a claw to Hadrimmelis, and she promptly took it, getting back on her feet and unfurling her wings once more, still in fighting condition despite everything. The battle was proving to be difficult because of Ku's ability to ignore damage and absorb attacks, but as far as damage to her own avatar was concerned, she had not suffered too much after enduring the Time Demon's attacks, beyond of course the pain of being struck. Even though this was only an avatar of her true self, her black worldscales were not cracked or chipped nor did they display any other sign of damage.

Meanwhile, Ku was obliterated several times over by Aru'va's warp grenades, which shredded his very constitutive elements every single time, only strangled screams of blinded fury interrupting the noise of the detonations. The Time Demon was able to reform after each time, though, but only to end up encased in a bubble from the Rantu's bubble gun. He was about to begin draining the damn thing, but then, Taras' stream of fire burst open the bubble form outside and bathed him in fire once again. Not one to leave the fray, after thanking her brother, Hadrimmelis stepped up next to him, towering over the younger dragon as she reared up and then let out a completely soundless bellow, a psychic roar that used the World-Dragon's vast psionic abilities to systematically tear apart the Time Demon piece by piece and then force him to reform in the same spot, only to begin the process once again. "Sealing him will not work, not this time. We have to end him now." She spoke even as she roared.

Eventually, she stopped, and at that moment, Ku, reformed once again, fell to his knees. Though he was only vaguely humanoid in shape and did not have any recognizable features, it seemed at the moment that he was breathing heavily, but after a moment, he rose up once again.

"I TIRE OF THIS GAME." The Time Demon spoke, his polymorphic voice suddenly much less sardonic and dominating.

Then, suddenly, Ku's form started siphoning everything in the vicinity. Hadrimmelis' eyes went wide and she quickly flew up to Aru'va and Ashyandra, engulfing them with her dark red membrane wings in order to protect them from the destruction of the Time Demon. Though there was very little to siphon in that empty space at first glance, it was noticeable that Ku was still gaining a massive ammount of power, somehow. After a moment, Hadrimmelis understood why. In the broadset and most metaphysical, all-encompassing way possible, Time could be defined by some as the path that an entity followed, which, in all cases, ultimately ended in the destruction of said object. Time, thus, could equal death. That was the power Ku was employing at the moment. Not their death, no, for even though the World-Dragons could die, their end could not be woven by time itself. But she could tell, she could sense the death of concepts around her. Light died, as did warmth, and darkness, and cold. They could be brought back, of course, but they no longer had their own place in that battlefield: they were alien to it now. Erroneous. Misplaced.

The World-Dragon was then shocked by what she felt. Their power. It was dying, too. The power of those present in the battlefield, other than Ku, who was still busy siphoning everything around him. They would not die if he was left to complete his drain, no, but they would be powerless to stop him afterwards.

Startled, Hadrimmelis released Aru and Ashy from their winged stronghold, and then pointed at Ku with a claw.

"Release everything you have on him! Now! Or we won't be able to stop him!" She roared, both to her friends and to her siblings, before granting the Rantu and the Vokornian a fraction of her power and unleashing the rest upon Ku in a maelstrom of elemental obliteration and psionic annihilation.

In the mean time, strange mists gathered around the battlefield, away from Ku.

[Tomia]

Samantha Grimm
Samantha smiled at her sister's eagerness. Sarah had always been the leader of group. Being the eldest she had always been in charge, but Samantha didn't mind. Sarah seemed like a natural leader and had never steered them wrong in her opinion.

"Yup, there's plenty more where this came from." Samantha said as Sarah counted the money. "So where should we go first?" Samantha asked as she followed Sarah out of their hotel suite. "We could check out the stores if you want..." She then got an idea. "Hold on, I have an idea. I can find out what's interesting around this city." She told her sisters confidently. She took out a ceremonial mat from her bag and headed back into the room for a second. She then took out a bunch of strange materials from her bag. Some crushed up powder, bright red leaves from a strange plants, and something that looked like a frozen frog's leg. She then took out a small bowl and mixed the ingredients and burned them, casting a small verbal spell to prevent the smoke from going anywhere.

She chanted some words in Latin and closed her eyes. She was silent for over two minutes. She was seeing images from across the town in a birds eye view, and heard the voices of people from across the city. Her eyes opened after a short time and she turned to her sisters. Well, I've hearx a bunch of people talking, in why looked like a club or something, but it wasn't just a club... it's hard to explain. The people there seem to enjoy it though. I think I know where it is, do you want to go?" He asked her two sisters.

[New Rob Halfordia]

As a new, clean set of armor appeared on Okarot, he responded to Lisa, "My name is Okarot, heir to the Saiyan throne." he said, his face growing slightly agitated, "I can tell he's awake. His energy signature has grown in power. Fortunately, it seems as though he's calmer than before. He simply attacked me out of nowhere. I assume that the Planet Trade Organization must have programmed him to attack any Saiyan on sight. The perfect machine for Frieza's plan to eradicate the Saiyans. But, clearly, he had not taken the legend of the Super Saiyan seriously enough."

Suddenly, Okarot heard a familiar voice. As he turned around, he smiled, "If it isn't the Golden Guardian?", he said, in a friendly tone, "Frieza was a challenge, I will admit. And, you would be correct in believing that I died, because I did the first time I tried to fight him. But, shortly after, a man called Mad Max used the Dragon Balls on Namek to bring everybody back who died to Frieza. In my second confrontation, Frieza pushed my anger to it's limits. And, it was at that point that I realized the legend of the Super Saiyan. Here, let me show you."

All of a sudden, a golden aura appeared around the Saiyan, and a flash of light flared momentarily, as his hair turned golden, and his eyes blue. "This is a Super Saiyan, and it increases my power by around fifty times," he said, his muscles growing slightly larger as a shockwave suddenly firing out around him and his hair spiked up slightly more, becoming less blocky and more defined. His aura became jagged and bioelecicity swirled around him, "This is a Super Saiyan 2." he said, a spark of electricity surging past his face, "It improves upon the former in every way. Speed, stamina and strength. It multiplies the last transformation's strength by two times, and my base form's strength by 100 times. But, I can still go even stronger from here. But, that form is new, and draws a lot of energy. I can't use it right away after using it so soon."

[The Republic of Atria]

As a new, clean set of armor appeared on Okarot, he responded to Lisa, "My name is Okarot, heir to the Saiyan throne." he said, his face growing slightly agitated, "I can tell he's awake. His energy signature has grown in power. Fortunately, it seems as though he's calmer than before. He simply attacked me out of nowhere. I assume that the Planet Trade Organization must have programmed him to attack any Saiyan on sight. The perfect machine for Frieza's plan to eradicate the Saiyans. But, clearly, he had not taken the legend of the Super Saiyan seriously enough."

Suddenly, Okarot heard a familiar voice. As he turned around, he smiled, "If it isn't the Golden Guardian?", he said, in a friendly tone, "Frieza was a challenge, I will admit. And, you would be correct in believing that I died, because I did the first time I tried to fight him. But, shortly after, a man called Mad Max used the Dragon Balls on Namek to bring everybody back who died to Frieza. In my second confrontation, Frieza pushed my anger to it's limits. And, it was at that point that I realized the legend of the Super Saiyan. Here, let me show you."

All of a sudden, a golden aura appeared around the Saiyan, and a flash of light flared momentarily, as his hair turned golden, and his eyes blue. "This is a Super Saiyan, and it increases my power by around fifty times," he said, his muscles growing slightly larger as a shockwave suddenly firing out around him and his hair spiked up slightly more, becoming less blocky and more defined. His aura became jagged and bioelecicity swirled around him, "This is a Super Saiyan 2." he said, a spark of electricity surging past his face, "It improves upon the former in every way. Speed, stamina and strength. It multiplies the last transformation's strength by two times, and my base form's strength by 100 times. But, I can still go even stronger from here. But, that form is new, and draws a lot of energy. I can't use it right away after using it so soon."

"Sadly, I'm not the Golden Guardian anymore. That title has been passed to my girlfriend when I lost my powers. Long story. I've since been dabbling in magic, and I must say that I've gotten quite good. Even if it's not as satisfying as braining someone with my knuckles. I've noticed you're quite a bit less hostile since we last met as well." He explained what happened to him in the past. He did miss his old powers, but for some reason didn't have the drive to get them back. It wouldn't be hard. With his magic, it would probably be even easier than it was before, but he just didn't want them anymore. It wasn't something he could explain.

He watched carefully as Okarot explained his transformations. "Huh. Interesting. The closest thing I can do is summon the powers of other magical beings for a few minutes. But that can be dangerous as some... Most of them are not friendly. Most of my fights are different. I can use my magic to mess with my opponent's senses. Make them see what I want them to see. Or curse them. Curses and hexes are always fun. That's the fun part about magic. Your imagination is the limit."

[Pygmalionia]

Sonja quirked an eyebrow at the man. Lazarus Hope. The crazy sunuvabitch. But now, she knew his name, and no one could hide from the Knightstone master computer.

Aaron shot a sideways look at his boss. She recognized this guy, obviously. But if they knew each other, why was the man introducing himself.

"Certainly, Mr. Hope, but first, I've a question." Sonja said, leaning close to whisper in Laz's ear.

"Throw any cleavers recently?"

Lazarus grinned at the remark.

"I figured you'd recognize me even without the mask. Should've dyed my hair, heh. Anyway, no I haven't thrown any cleavers lately." the Talon answered with an amused tone.

"Now, I originally was just going to buy some of your wares; but with you knowing who I am, I'd like to talk about some things. I think you would agree that it'd be better to do so in private. It'll be safe, don't worry - I'm unarmed. If I try anything, Ironheart's gonna stop me like last time." said the Butcher as he eyed the half Kryptonian.

"For the record, I apologize for the last incident. I've had some time to think about it." Lazarus said finally.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

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Though the comment wasn't really directed towards her, Etla decided to respond in Ihra's stead anyway, walking up to her and putting an arm around her shoulder. Though they looked about the same age despite Etla being created afterwards, the blonde Rainborn was noticeably shorter than her redhead counterpart, even if not by a wide margin. Naturally, this did very little to stop her from touching her elder sister's head.

"What are you talking about, Craig? We can show her around ourselves. It'll be so much fun!" She said excitedly, before turning towards Ihra. "Oh, Ihra, you should see the things I have seen! The cities are only the tip of the iceberg - that's a human expression, by the way. There are so many more things to see. Earth has these things called forests, and also the ocean, and even in the cities there's so much interesting stuff to see." The Rainborn prattled.

She then slowed down and eventually stopped altogether when a particular memory struck her, and her face lit up even more. "And humans have these things called donuts. You put them in your mouth and... and..." She paused, blinking. As she had never really had a concept of taste before coming to Earth, she really had no idea of how to describe the sensations, so eventually, she shook her head. "I can't describe it, but it's wonderful, Ihra."

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Garnet raised her hand once the non-attractive kitsune was done speaking. "I have one." She stated. "You speak of the Red Fang. I know you're saying they've been kidnapping people and you don't know why, but isn't there anything more you know about them? What kind of people they have working for them, what to expect and such?" She asked, lowering her hand afterwards and then simply glancing around and scratching her head, giving a little shrug.

"I mean, you're probably right that it won't be too difficult for us, but it never hurts to be prepared, right?" She shrugged again.

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Sarah simply smiled when her suspicions proved true, and then glanced rather curiously at Samantha as she stated that she could easily see what things of interest the city had to offer to them. Shrugging, the eldest Grimm looked at her younger sister and nodded, before watching her walk back into the room and begin setting up a few things. After a few moments, Sarah walked back in as well, staying close to the wall, well out of the way and instructing Hanah to be quiet and do the same, in order to avoid interrupting or distracting Samantha during her rituals. She was the one who dealt with magic, and magic, at least in her experience, could be pretty unpredictable when mishandled (it had happened sometimes, but Samantha had a natural affinity for it, so the frequency decreased very quickly). She, too, stayed silent and simply watched, not quite knowing what was going on but trusting that it was something of use nonetheless.

When Samantha finished her ritual and turned to them, telling them of what she had seen, Sarah appeared to be deep in thought for a moment, before shrugging. "Well, it doesn't seem like a bad idea to me. All the better if there's food. I say we should pay a visit." She nodded at her sister.