When They Die: A Roleplay RP (IC, Open)

[Zjaum]

Listen well, for we will tell
A story of creation.
They went to heaven, or to hell,
And now: regeneration.

They're characters from distant lands,
There, to a new land, sent
Their spirits made by gentle hands,
Now for a new ascent.

The perils here in Paradise
Will soon befall the corps,
They'll test their mettle, try their might
And, eager, beg for more.

So stay awhile, lend your ear
As story is unfurl'd,
The wonderful will happen here:
The ending of the world.


WHEN THEY DIE: A Roleplay RP
OOC

It had been a long journey northwards for Haapsalu and Vrabriya, but they finally came. Navigation was simple; the great stone stage before them jutted out, a blister above the vast, flat plain. On the pedestal were a dozen or so statuesque figures, some floating, some in the position of frustrated combat, yet others holding the mannerisms of cordiality. This... well, this was to be expected, maybe, but not this many. Oddly enough, this didn't concern the duo. In fact, it felt... comforting, perhaps. A feeling upon which they would reflect at a later time.

The two of them had grown to be friends, having shared roughly the same tongue. It was difficult working out the kinks, but eventually they were both fluent in their hybrid language. Haapsalu had asked Vrabriya to come to the portal with him, and she'd complied. She thought it was nothing, but, with him living a mile away and the others wandering off to who knows where, she felt that a nice excursion with company was just what she needed. She didn't expect the dwarf to be actually right, for once.

The shorter one cried out. "See, I told you! The secret lies in the weather patterns, not in the stars!"
The warrior simply stared at the figures. There were giants among the group. "So this is what it looked like as I came through the portal?"
The dwarf chuckled. "Well, you were even more unflattering. Then again, they said that I looked pretty bad when I arrived."
"What do you suppose this means?"
"I can count the number of us on one hand; how am I supposed to know? We've tripled our population at least!"
"Do you at least think it's a good thing, then?"
"Probably. There's enough for everyone; we'll be fine."
"Well, sure, but..." She sighed. I think you should address them; my English is terrible."
"Mine isn't much better, you know."
"Yes, but... you have experience. I've only been out of my lands once before. I won't have the right words to say."
A sigh. "Fine, then. Last time I did this, I made an enemy out of a whole army. I'll do my best, but I make no promises."

The two of them found a good resting spot and waited for the newcomers to wake, to melt into motion. There was no further talk, just a quiet, curious anticipation.

[Arengin Union]

Sergeant Nicholas Klutz, NCR Rangers.
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A sudden pinch was what woke him up, the Ranger opened his eyes wide, pupils widened from the sudden shook. He was out of air and for a second it felt like he was asphyxiating, his helmet and mask still in his face with the red gleaming eyes signature of the veteran rangers of the NCR. Numb and with a half asleep brain the Ranger fell to the ground, still conscious yet not aware of whatever was happening until his body had hit the floor.

Nick's eyes scrambled to find focus as he realized he was out of breath. He quickly opened removed his helmet, and took a deep gasp as soon as the fresh air reached his lungs. He set the helmet on the ground, a stony kind of ground. He looked around him and found whatever the place he was, it was bright, nothing like the cold and gray building and wasteland he was in some minutes ago. He also looked at his sides, Dennis and Iris nowhere to be found nor was the others he had meet in that room before the assignment they were supposed to do, just odd frozen figures in all kinds of odd positions. The area around him a great and vast field with a blue sky above.

In front where two weird looking "people" if you could even call them that.

The sergeant quickly grabbed his helmet and put it on, he made a quick roll through the ground and in less than a second was crouched with his M1911 aimed at the two.

"SHOW ME YOUR HANDS AND GET ON THE GROUND!" He yelled with aggressiveness, all while looking around him making sure there was no other strange people around him other than the figures on the pedestal.

[Higher Japan]

Lady Pallas

A flash.

That was it, the last demon in the region. A flash had brought her to a new world.

Waking up in the world, she looked around. A new world, away from the industrialization of Impelis and the internal politics that was marked out by conflict and corruption. As she got up, she dusted her dress slightly and took her gavel with her. She looked around once more. It was like entering the forests north for once. As she saw a man holding something against two other innocents, she reached for her gavel and quickly attached it to her belt as she slowly crept away as far as possible, ready to run if needed.

[Talchyon]

Haverd Haengsson
Blimey, but I don't know

As if from a deep sleep, a groggy bearded man slowly opened one eye, then closed it. His lungs took a deeper breath in a yawn, and smacking his lips together, he dared to peek both eyes open. The light was brighter than he expected, but the thing was, he wasn't feeling as hot and sweaty as he had been. It was cooler here, for whatever that meant. More like home. Could it be that he had found his way back somehow to his clan at Arinetha?

And with that, the sleeping giant awoke, with a new thought in his mind. "Bugs!"

More alert now while still groggy, the bearded giant opened his eyes fully, looking around for any of the giant locusts that had been bothering the midgets in charge of his happy little group. But unlike the recent memory of swatting the locusts with the flat side of his axe and crunching a good number of them under the soles of his boots, there were no bugs to be found. It was nothing but a green meadow with yellow spots. "Flowers, prob'ly," the giant thought. It was a golden field, but a different shade of golden than the sweltering golden field he had just been in, the one with the Meer-Adge and the guardian that the others were sure was there but who never showed up.

Sitting up and stretching, the giant adjusted his helmet to get it to be more of a nice fit, and moved in his armor. Yawning, the giant gradually stood, scratched a spot on his belly, stretched again, and looked around. This time, he was able to take in more of his surroundings. There were others! Midgets, which anymore wasn't a surprise to the giant. A good number of the others were also groggy and getting up. A few already had. And a short distance away, was a small group forming. One speaking to two and pointing a stick. And... that was an even shorter midget in that group! Blimey!

Walking toward the group, the giant tried to run through the right words to say. "Interductions matter. First impressions matter. Think. Don't say the wrong thing, or they won't like yuh." But the only words the giant could think of when he got to the group was, "Haverd Haengsson, at yer service. Specializing in jokes, humer and other funny things. And if yuh don't want to call me Haverd, I do have a nickname too. Some people just call me 'Thwack.' Yer choice."

"Yuh dumb oaf," Haverd thought to himself, kicking himself mentally. "Yuh don't have to tell yer whole life story. That'll do fer now." And he waited to see if he would have a good reaction from the people gathered together.

[Zjaum]

Haapsalu was quick to react. As soon as the military man pointed his pistol at the duo, he raised his hands. He spoke briskly. "Briya. Oko ewrai. Eyeke-delae." Vrabriya, hesitant, mimicked the dwarf's gesture in response. She hadn't encountered this type of weapon before, but he himself was getting a very, very strong sense of deja vu: meeting a foreigner from a different world from one end of a gun. His curiosity, though, had dissipated, and too much had changed for him to be the reactionary opportunist he once was. While two individuals might neutralize an armed gunman at close range, the risks were too high, and the payoff too low. The first three were melting into action now: a man, a woman, and a giant. It was time to address them.

He had a speech prepared and everything, but the presence of an imminent threat meant that words just stumbled out. "Hello... We would welcome you to..." Shoot, what would they call this place? "...here... We are happy to bring you around, but in truth we do not know everywhere. Others are here, but far away and not many. Please lower your gun; we are friends, yes?"

His compatriot took over from there. She waited until after the giant spoke before addressing everyone. "Hello, Haverd. I am Vrabriya. This is Haapsalu. We are quite happy to see many new people. We have houses and other things." She nodded and smiled as she talked, proud of her attempt and, for the most part, her accuracy. The fine gentlemen had taught her well. "Haverd" was easier to pronounce for her, so she used that for the address. Half of the warrior's words she couldn't comprehend, but that was fine by her.

The dwarf decided to move around the soldier. The people dressed like him from his... from Haapsalu's world's alternate universe? wouldn't dare shoot him, but those things could kill any warrior in the blink of an eye, no matter how skilled. He pointed to the ranges on each side of the meadow, barely touching the horizon. "There are mountains to the west, and tall ones to the east. Our houses are south, and others are left through another door. We can take you anywhere." He threw up his hands, much more celebratory this time. "Welcome again!"

And so the first meeting between the generations began. Both old-comers were glad to see new faces, but, well, there was no standard protocol for something like this. What did they want? Was it something they could provide? They'd try their darnedest, because friends in this strange world were the rarest commodity, and nothing would pry them from their prize.

[Higher Japan]

Lady Pallas

Watching the scene with confusion, Amelia slowly came forward as she looked at the scene. She must be hallucinating. Sure she knew what the man was carrying, Victoria had told her plenty about such weapons and almost wanted to bring one back to show her. But seeing fucking dwarves. She must be mad for sure, definitely, must be the work of the demons or Victoria trying to tip her off that she wasn't in the right world which she understood. Getting up fully, she kept her gavel in one hand, extended out fully almost like an axe as she sighed.

She looked around again, the mountains were to the west, tall ones east, houses south and apparently the others left through the other door. "What's north." She asked, but not waiting for an answer as she simply deduced that the direction not pointed towards was north, slowly walking towards that direction.

[Pax Nerdvana]

James Dawson
Location unknown
There was a beeping from his cybernetic eye, which awakened him. Text ran across his vision, reading,"Systems rebooting. Systems rebooting." His vision came back, going from monochrome to full color. The words "Systems online" flashed across his vision. He felt his duffel in his hand. He saw people and aliens. A giant, a human from Terra's past, and others. Last he remembered, he had been getting ready to board the Isaac. He had his duffel in his left hand, and his other one over his shoulder. He drew his .50 cal handgun, and swung it around, and said in a monotone, "Where am I, and what's going on?"

[Zjaum]

Vrabriya looked at the haunting lady moving away and reached her hand out to her, much too far away to actually grab her shoulder but just as a simple notification. "No, um... we do not go north." It was not want she meant to say, but it was the best that her English could produce. Her demeanor was significantly lighter than her words implied. She turned to Haapsalu, but he had other matters at had.

"Okay, we are make a new rule now," announced Haapsalu. He approached the half-metal man, placing his hand on his wrist and placing light pressure downwards. "No more point guns at people. You may keep them, but I don't like them point at me for no reason." He had nothing against guns, to be sure. He actually always wanted to hold one, but nobody trusted him enough to carry one. Still, he felt awfully uncomfortable feeling this powerless. He'd even been foolish enough to leave his assortment of axes at home... Regardless, hopefully this would prevent more barrels aimed at his face. "Welcome to a new world, half-metal man."

[Talchyon]

The field
Haverd Haengsson

Haapsalu was quick to react. As soon as the military man pointed his pistol at the duo, he raised his hands. He spoke briskly. "Briya. Oko ewrai. Eyeke-delae." Vrabriya, hesitant, mimicked the dwarf's gesture in response. She hadn't encountered this type of weapon before, but he himself was getting a very, very strong sense of deja vu: meeting a foreigner from a different world from one end of a gun. His curiosity, though, had dissipated, and too much had changed for him to be the reactionary opportunist he once was. While two individuals might neutralize an armed gunman at close range, the risks were too high, and the payoff too low. The first three were melting into action now: a man, a woman, and a giant. It was time to address them.

He had a speech prepared and everything, but the presence of an imminent threat meant that words just stumbled out. "Hello... We would welcome you to..." Shoot, what would they call this place? "...here... We are happy to bring you around, but in truth we do not know everywhere. Others are here, but far away and not many. Please lower your gun; we are friends, yes?"

His compatriot took over from there. She waited until after the giant spoke before addressing everyone. "Hello, Haverd. I am Vrabriya. This is Haapsalu. We are quite happy to see many new people. We have houses and other things." She nodded and smiled as she talked, proud of her attempt and, for the most part, her accuracy. The fine gentlemen had taught her well. "Haverd" was easier to pronounce for her, so she used that for the address. Half of the warrior's words she couldn't comprehend, but that was fine by her.

The dwarf decided to move around the soldier. The people dressed like him from his... from Haapsalu's world's alternate universe? wouldn't dare shoot him, but those things could kill any warrior in the blink of an eye, no matter how skilled. He pointed to the ranges on each side of the meadow, barely touching the horizon. "There are mountains to the west, and tall ones to the east. Our houses are south, and others are left through another door. We can take you anywhere." He threw up his hands, much more celebratory this time. "Welcome again!"

And so the first meeting between the generations began. Both old-comers were glad to see new faces, but, well, there was no standard protocol for something like this. What did they want? Was it something they could provide? They'd try their darnedest, because friends in this strange world were the rarest commodity, and nothing would pry them from their prize.

Well, these seemed like really friendly folk. Even for midgets. Course, midgets have feelings, too. And though Haverd had rarely met people that were friendly to him all the time, it was a nice gesture. So what if they had a funny way of speakin'? And names like "Fur-Babe-Uh" and "Half-Salad?" (as Haverd had greatly misheard the lady when she had spoken). Still, you can't pick your name. And if that's the names that were given to 'em, well, so what?

Looking around to all of the directions that they pointed, Haverd tried to get a feel for the land. It felt... sad. Some places felt welcoming and full of vitality, like the forests and caves outside of his clan in Arinetha. This place didn't feel like that, though. Haverd couldn't put his big finger on it as to why the place felt sad. It just did.

Haverd was a little surprised at the appearance of man, with some kind of odd-looking armor on him, who was pointing another stick at Fur-Babe-Uh and Half-Salad, just like the first man in the group had as well. What was it that Half-Salad called it? A gone? But if Haverd was a little surprised at the knight's hostilities, he was even more surprised that the knight ignored him and focused on the two in front. Most times, when anyone got angry, it was always Haverd they blamed. Like the time when Jurg back home blamed Haverd for ruining their clan's surprise raid, when all Haverd did was get curious and walk out into the ocean a ways behind them. Who knew the rival clans could see Haverd's big head lumbering out of the water, and it blew the surprise? Or like the time when Thorfinn and his brothers had accused Haverd of eating their prize fattened heifer, and hurt his feelings. Most of the time, others tended to pick on the big guy. So Haverd really didn't know what to say when the knight with his gone pointed it at Half-Salad and Fur-Babe-Uh.

Not knowing what to say, Haverd spoke up and rumbled out, "Hey there, feller. Uh... I think they were just sayin' that the name of this strange land is called "Heer." I don't know why the foundin' clanlords called it "Heer," unless it was like their chieftain's name or sumthin'. Er. Uh, but, our new friends Half-Salad and Fur-Babe-Uh here were explainin' 'bout what yuh can do here. Kind 'a. Eh... Anyways. I'm Haverd. Haverd Haengsson. Pleased to meetcha. I don't get to meet too many knights." As in, so far in his life, Haverd had met zero. But zero truly isn't too many, so at least he wasn't lying. Haverd was a little more than pleased that his initial words to the knight were so polished, all things considered.

Some of the things Half-Salad had been saying, about the directions, the houses, the mountains, and so on, were getting a little jumbled up in Haverd's mind. Turning to him, Haverd addressed the dwarf, "Wait a bit. Yuh were sayin' yuh can take us anywheres? Like in a boat, or sumthin'? I prob'ly can't ride on yer boats, but if yuh can take us anywheres, how's about takin' us home?"

[Arengin Union]

Sergeant Nicholas Klutz, NCR Rangers.
The Field???

"W-what..." Nick didn't exactly comprehend what was happening. Where was he? What was this place? Where was Dennis, Iris, and the others... Who were these people, none look like anyone he'd ever seen or heard of in the Wasteland. All looked so different, upon further inspection the two people in front of him were also very out of place, at least for the wasteland. The Ranger, after hearing the words of the women and the short guy still kept his gun fixed on them, even when they asked him again. He simply wasn't taking chances, this began to smell like Enclave stuff.

Then, the Ranger was caught off guard by a massive bloke of a human being directly on his right, his words made him look to his right and see what seem like some massive sort of Great Khan or something. Kind of looked like one, but no attack, nothing but odd English. What the fuck was happening.

At that moment, Nick lowered the gun and turned to see the man who had just spoken. He kept the gun hand, finger off the trigger but tight on his grip. Nick's head began to hurt as he realized he'd probably had gone mad or the Radiation had gotten to him, or something worse.

"What... What is this..." Were the only words uttered by the Ranger through the amplified voice of his helmet. He walked backwards, until hitting a wall behind him, then he slid down and sat. A few seconds of silence as he began to see the many other people suddenly waking up, the giant, the weird girl, a hulking armored man with a weird looking sidearm, the short man and the women accompanying them who spoke such a weird combination of words. Despite his usual collected and determined temper under such stressful situation, the Ranger felt broken and lost.

"Where am I? Have I gone mad..." He asked, to no one in particular. Gun still in hand, and with no intent of letting it go.

[Rupudska]

Ruya el-Amin / Ruby Hyeon
The Field
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While they awoke at different paces, Ruby and Ruya both opened their eyes at once, and with very different moods and reactions.

Ruby woke up mad, or madder than she normally was, which was pretty bloody mad, fuck you very much. She took one look at the guy with the gun and nearly threw fists then and there but decided against it. She was tough, but she didn't trust that gun. She hated military-grade guns, not because she was morally opposed to guns (far from it), but because it was never possible to tell if they were packing armor-piercing bullets, which hurt a lot, until they hit you. Or if the opponent was a dumbass wanker who talked about their plans. So she just stared angrily at the guy until explanations came forth.

Ruya was immensely relieved upon realizing she was not dead, but upon seeing some strange cosplayer masked dude with a gun pointing at two other guys, she nearly drew the Gatling that had somehow shifted from its normal firing position on an arm mount to its 'rest' position on her back, the twin etherjet engines that made up her Strikers going from a whine to a roar. But, the situation quickly defused itself with the explanations and all, which seemed to leave everyone in varying levels of confusion - the Ranger seemed baffled, the great Viking dude (known as Hanverd) seemed interested in the 'taking you anywhere' comment.

However, considering she had no idea where the fuck they were (thanks to having no GPS signal at all - not lost, none at all, which was very concerning), she decided to step in. Allowing her engines to power down, she 'kicked' out the landing gear and touched down before climbing out of them. With a practiced flip and grab from the containers on the other side of the Strikers from the avionics bumps, she landed with sandals on her feet, which was much better than being barefoot and barelegged, even if she had black tights on.

"I get the feeling that that won't be possible, Mr. Haengsson. If they knew where home for us was, they probably woulda mentioned it by now."

Ruby, though, said nothing, but raised an eyebrow at the Arabic girl with an American accent and no pants. To her, this was just typical pocket dimension bullshit, and would resolve itself soon enough. She just hoped its resolution involved punching.

[Vulkata II]

Jack Horsehshine
Elysium?

Looking back to the rest of his co-workers Jack found himself surprised to what's happening as he woke up from his sleep with a healthy dose of memory loss. The meeting room was not the meeting room anymore nor Switzerland but an entire different country? It wasn't obvious on where it was and Jack Horseshine, whom was not an expert on geography, was as confused as everyone else and as he saw the confusion that had stirred everyone to pointing guns at each other it made him even more confused as to who these people were.

Looking up at the viking then to the strange looking man that wore both police armor and a duster, to the two tiny people, a man more metal than flesh, a woman with white hair and wore only a corset among many others. Scratching the back of his head in confusion he pointed at each of them for a quick second still entirely confused on what was going on and the situation that he was stuck in.

"The fuck are all of 'ye? Who the fuck are all of 'ye?" Looking down on where he was he saw a large metal box with "Lincoln Welder" on it. Grabbing the whole thing he hugged it before putting it down due to its weight and replaced the arc welder with his toolbox.

[Pax Nerdvana]

Vrabriya looked at the haunting lady moving away and reached her hand out to her, much too far away to actually grab her shoulder but just as a simple notification. "No, um... we do not go north." It was not want she meant to say, but it was the best that her English could produce. Her demeanor was significantly lighter than her words implied. She turned to Haapsalu, but he had other matters at had.

"Okay, we are make a new rule now," announced Haapsalu. He approached the half-metal man, placing his hand on his wrist and placing light pressure downwards. "No more point guns at people. You may keep them, but I don't like them point at me for no reason." He had nothing against guns, to be sure. He actually always wanted to hold one, but nobody trusted him enough to carry one. Still, he felt awfully uncomfortable feeling this powerless. He'd even been foolish enough to leave his assortment of axes at home... Regardless, hopefully this would prevent more barrels aimed at his face. "Welcome to a new world, half-metal man."

James Dawson
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James Dawson said,"They call me Shrapnel, but you can call me James Dawson." He holstered his handgun. "Sorry, but I havea tendency to draw in a situation like this. What do you call yourself?" James saw there were several others now, including a giant. He set down his arsenal bag, and pulled out a cleaning kit, and his ballistic shotgun. He began stripped it down and began cleaning it. It had been awhile since he needed it, and it had some build up and dust in the action.

[Zjaum]

"...Er. Uh, but, our new friends Half-Salad and Fur-Babe-Uh here were explainin'..."
"Where am I? Have I gone mad..."
"The beep are all of 'ye? Who the beep are all of 'ye?"
"What do you call yourself?"

Haapsalu furrowed his brow and pinched the tip of his nose. He was going to have to do this for everyone, wasn't he? "My name Is Haapsalu. HOWP-SA-LOO. You are in a different world, and we have not found a way to return to our old world. Most people would like to name me 'Happy,' and you can, too. The other men call her Abgail because it's easy."
"Pleased to meet you, I am Abigail," responded Vrabriya, with a smile and a bow.
The dwarf looked over at his friend and began to speak in the hybrid. "We're going to need to streamline this. Otherwise this place will get way too crowded and we'll be here until the sun sets. Who knows how impatient these guys will be if they point their guns on first contact?"
"Agreed. I can keep watch and guide any new foreginers to you if you'd like. I' don't do well in large crowds."
"Neither do I... neither do I." He switched back to English. "Right! Everyone will leave the platform. Should anyone have any suggestions? I have stuff at home if we go to do anything big."

[Lord Dominator]

Zubher

Well this was certainly an interesting change of pace. Usually when Zubher first opened his eyes after attending some party, it was to immediately expel the contents of his stomach or in bed with someone. Or both. Waking up while still standing though, that was a new one.

After opening his eyes, well, he could certainly say this was one of the most interesting post-party mornings he had seen. Mostly humans in this small crowd it looked like though, but that dwarf and giant were certainly out of place given the otherwise homogeneous group. Huh. Those were some interesting looking spears some of them had, and Zubher hadn't seen armour worn like that before. At least not intentionally and without causing a great deal of apparent pain.

His first action was naturally to retreat to Radea for some downtime and observation time. Except that just kinda fizzled, and left him right where he had been. How odd. Failing that, he walked towards the small group he saw forming.

"Greetings! I am Zubher, and ask all of you if you know where I apparently am, and why my realm seems to be inaccessible to me."

[Pax Nerdvana]

"...Er. Uh, but, our new friends Half-Salad and Fur-Babe-Uh here were explainin'..."
"Where am I? Have I gone mad..."
"The beep are all of 'ye? Who the beep are all of 'ye?"
"What do you call yourself?"

Haapsalu furrowed his brow and pinched the tip of his nose. He was going to have to do this for everyone, wasn't he? "My name Is Haapsalu. HOWP-SA-LOO. You are in a different world, and we have not found a way to return to our old world. Most people would like to name me 'Happy,' and you can, too. The other men call her Abgail because it's easy."
"Pleased to meet you, I am Abigail," responded Vrabriya, with a smile and a bow.
The dwarf looked over at his friend and began to speak in the hybrid. "We're going to need to streamline this. Otherwise this place will get way too crowded and we'll be here until the sun sets. Who knows how impatient these guys will be if they point their guns on first contact?"
"Agreed. I can keep watch and guide any new foreginers to you if you'd like. I' don't do well in large crowds."
"Neither do I... neither do I." He switched back to English. "Right! Everyone will leave the platform. Should anyone have any suggestions? I have stuff at home if we go to do anything big."

James Dawson
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He said,"Nice to meet you, Happy and Abigail." He finished cleaning his shotgun, and reassembled it. He continued speaking in his usual monotone," What do you mean by "anything big"?" He reached into his arsenal bag and pulled out his ballistic SMG. It needed cleaning as well, so he field stripped it, and got to work cleaning it.

[Zjaum]

"Greetings! I am Zubher, and ask all of you if you know where I apparently am, and why my realm seems to be inaccessible to me."

Vrabriya froze. She'd been given control of the welcoming committee, but she didn't quite know all the words her friend had used to explain everything. "Um, uh, hello, I am A... Abeegay-l, and this is... here... South... is... um..." She looked back at Haapsalu, who gave her a reassuring nod. "South is house. That and that"- she pointed east and west- "is... mountains?" Haapsalu nodded in affirmation: "mountain" was, indeed, the right word. There were a few more complicated matters to which he had to attend, though. "None of us can access our realm. If we can, we'd return. I have family, Abigail have family, certain everyone have it. Yet, this Is no bad place to live rest of life, eh?"

He turned to Dawson Mr. Gun II and spoke equally monotone. "Well, if you plan on camp, I am sure you need wood. There are many strong trees on the mountains, and an axe is the only thing that can break them... well, that I have." Firearms could probably fell trees. He never actually checked; the foreigners from his world just used chainsaws or used their own wood. Something to pocket for later, perhaps."

Vrabriya shuffled her feet. Her whole life, she never had a chance to prove herself; she was warped here before it happened. If she could fail at the most inconsequential thing... The dwarf gently pushed her arm and snapped her out of her trance. "This will be good chance to practice English, yes?" He smiled before turning back around. "Okay! I am only one dwarf. I cannot take everyone everywhere. Where do we go?"

[Pax Nerdvana]

"Greetings! I am Zubher, and ask all of you if you know where I apparently am, and why my realm seems to be inaccessible to me."

Vrabriya froze. She'd been given control of the welcoming committee, but she didn't quite know all the words her friend had used to explain everything. "Um, uh, hello, I am A... Abeegay-l, and this is... here... South... is... um..." She looked back at Haapsalu, who gave her a reassuring nod. "South is house. That and that"- she pointed east and west- "is... mountains?" Haapsalu nodded in affirmation: "mountain" was, indeed, the right word. There were a few more complicated matters to which he had to attend, though. "None of us can access our realm. If we can, we'd return. I have family, Abigail have family, certain everyone have it. Yet, this Is no bad place to live rest of life, eh?"

He turned to Dawson Mr. Gun II and spoke equally monotone. "Well, if you plan on camp, I am sure you need wood. There are many strong trees on the mountains, and an axe is the only thing that can break them... well, that I have." Firearms could probably fell trees. He never actually checked; the foreigners from his world just used chainsaws or used their own wood. Something to pocket for later, perhaps."

Vrabriya shuffled her feet. Her whole life, she never had a chance to prove herself; she was warped here before it happened. If she could fail at the most inconsequential thing... The dwarf gently pushed her arm and snapped her out of her trance. "This will be good chance to practice English, yes?" He smiled before turning back around. "Okay! I am only one dwarf. I cannot take everyone everywhere. Where do we go?"

James Dawson
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James finished cleaning the SMG, and returned it to his arsenal bag. He said, "Cutting wood? I have some energy weapons that might do the trick, plus my cybernetic arm." He flexed his cybernetic left arm with a whine of servos. He said, "Blast, I need to oil my arm." He pulled out a oil can from his other duffel, and put a few drops in his left arm servos. He put it back, and lifted his belt canteen, and took a few sips of water.

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Firmus Piett and Crew
The Maw, Kessel Sector
A While Ago....
In deep space, a short few light years away from the Maw, any ship going along this space lane would've noticed a huge bright entity on the distance, which most would likely mistake as a star. However, if you looked up close, it was actually a giant blue portal, and in front of it, a giant if close up but practically a spec compared to the portal was a large 8-kilometre long warship belonging to the Galactic Empire. The ship in question was being sucked into the portal, with its engines trying to back it up to no avail. On the command bridge of the large vessel known as the Accuser II, the chaos was worse than it was outside, with officers, engineers and other crewmember rushing about the place, computers and navigational systems short-circuiting as their processors could not handle the entity in front of them.

Standing in the middle was Firmus Piett, loyal servant of the Empire and captain of this apparently doomed vessel. "Venka! Status report, what by Coruscant's moons is that thing!" Piett shouted out among the chaos. Venka was down in the technical area of the bridge, looking over monitors. "Unknown sir, according to our scanners the entity is literally ripping a hole in space and time, this may be a wormhole sir!" Venka replied. "Well I don't care whether it was a wormhole or a new planet, i'm not risking my men or my ship, get us out of here!"

An intimidating droid with a large stature walked up beside Piett. Ignus's eyes were currently flashing, signifying the droid calculating. "Impossible master! The gravitational pull of the so-called 'wormhole' is far too large, we're at the maximum conventional capacity for power to our engines! Any more power and we'd be disabling other areas of the ship!" Ignus replied in a robotic yet surprisingly sentient voice. Another man, this one wearing a black officer uniform with a breastplate on, while also holding a helmet by his side, approached with his hand shielding his eyes. "Or in other words, we're bloody kriffed," Kallig shouted out cynically in an outer rim cockney accent.

"We are not kriffed! I don't care if we have to overload the engines! Transfer all available and unnecessary systems to the engines! Turbolasers! Shields! Even bloody Airconditioning! Transfer every last bit of power we have NOW!" Piett shouted out. Suddenly, the ship seemed to make a bit more progress with the additional power, seemingly slowing the advance into the wormhole. But just as it seemed like they were gonna get out of there, the entire bridge flickered, as lights and electronics suddenly sparked. The entire bridge turned dark, before a low red light appeared, signalling the powering of the back up generators. "What happened?" Piett demanded.

"Sir, it seemed that we put too much strain on our main reactors, they've overloaded and short-circuited! We have emergency reactors now online, but they will not be enough to maintain previous engine power," Venka said. Piett turned pale, and then looked back up at the quickly approaching blue entity. Piett breathed in, and out, steeling his face and straightening his posture. "Gentlemen, if we do not survive, then it was an honour to serve alongside all of you," Piett said, speaking to the entire bridge crew. "And if we do survive, well, let's hope we survive long enough to get home,"

Piett shielded his eyes as the blue light became too unbearably bright as they neared, as suddenly a huge flash occurred, as the Accusser II was engulfed by the portal, and the portal itself vanishing, leaving empty space in it's wake.

Unknown Field
Present
Piett, after a while, finally opened his eyes once more. When he did, he had to blink for a while to adjust his eyes to the new level of brightness. But after his eyes recovered, he proceeded to rub them again in disbelief. One second, he was on the bridge of his ship, spiraling into certain doom, and suddenly he found himself, rather sore actually, and in the middle of a rather peaceful field, with almost no civilisation for miles. He looked around, and noticed that he was on some sort of platform, where several other people were also appearing, including what looked like a rancor of a man, a cyborg, and two primitive looking organisms that looked like they had contracted a bad case of nanism (Star Wars disease of being a midget), as well as several more figures. He listened to the conversation that was occurring, though not much information was actually found in the conversation besides some vague locations. He then heard some more groans behind him.

He turned to see Venn Kallig, Arnold Venka, and Ignus raising from the ground. All of them seemed fine and intact. "Thank the Emperor," Piett said, as he rushed over to the group, "Are you, alright men?" Venka looked up from tidying his uniform, looking just as relieved to see Piett as he did them. "Thank the Emperor you're okay Captain, and it doesn't seem I am at all harmed, the only real negative effects I am feeling being the dirt on my uniform and my splitting headache," Venka replied, massaging his forehead.

"All systems are functional at full capacity captain, in other words, yes, I am just fine," Ignus said. Piett looked to Kallig for his answer, just in time to see him bend over and puke all over the ground. "I feel sick," Kallig moaned, before dry heaving for the second time, "I think i'm gonna kriffing die,"

Piett sighed with resignation at Kallig's overreaction, before turning to the main group. Soon after Kallig finished emptying his bowels, the small group approached the quickly increasing number of people gathered. It seemed that the two nanists were the main locals of the area. "Men, we are in unknown territory, and these seem to be the only people we can communicate with at the moment, so don't try to cause any trouble, will you men?" Piett said, everyone, responding with their own ways of affirmation before Piett turned to the two locals.

"Unfortunately, though this place does appear to be quite peaceful, I would very much like to return back to my...realm as you say, the Empire requires that of me," Piett told the two midgets, "As for cutting down wood? Well, we don't really have anything like that, I suppose we could use explosives, Ignus over here has a few toys he could play with," Ignus, looking up at the mention of his name and explosives, immediately ran up beside Piett with many metal clanks, while taking out his large RD-4 grenade launcher. "I am very giddy to begin operations captain! What do I blow up?" Ignus said giddily. Piett chuckled at Ignus's sudden attention.

"But, where are my manners, I am Captain Firmus Piett of the Galactic Empire, now if only I had my ship, we could use the building material there to build an entire outpost," Piett said, before something in his mind suddenly popped up, with Piett thinking over his head how to phrase it in such a way that made sense to them, since they seemed rather primitive, "By the way, if I may ask, have you seen a giant flying triangular structure? About eight kilometres long or...." Piett looked around, before spotting a mountain ridge in the distance, whose length was about eight kilometres in length, "about the length of that mountain range over there," Piett said, pointing to the ridge.

Meanwhile, Venka and Kallig were simply standing around, Kallig attempting to still recover from his headache, before looking up and seeing a man with strange armour leaning on a stone pillar, holding what looked like a pistol version of a slug thrower. Now, with Kallig's current sick and confused state, he decided to act rather rashly. "AAH!" Kallig shouted out in apparent surprise, "Watch out! That man has a slug thrower!" Kallig took out his modified E-11 from his belt and aimed it at the armoured man, setting it on its disruptor function. All this concentration was thrown away, however, as he felt a gloved hand strike him at the back of his head. Dropping his blaster, he turned to see Venka looking rather peeved. "Oi? What was that for?" Kallig whined.

"The captain said not to make trouble, so don't make any bloody trouble Agent!" Venka said, with Kallig picking his E-11 back up and muttering angrily to himself before Venka then turned to the armoured man. "Apologies for my trigger-happy friend, a lot has happened recently, my name is Lieutenant Arnold Venka of the Imperial Navy, my friend over there is Agent Venn Kallig of the ISB, might I inquire as to what your name is Mr?......"

[Rupudska]

"Unfortunately, though this place does appear to be quite peaceful, I would very much like to return back to my...realm as you say, the Empire requires that of me," Piett told the two midgets, "As for cutting down wood? Well, we don't really have anything like that, I suppose we could use explosives, Ignus over here has a few toys he could play with," Ignus, looking up at the mention of his name and explosives, immediately ran up beside Piett with many metal clanks, while taking out his large RD-4 grenade launcher. "I am very giddy to begin operations captain! What do I blow up?" Ignus said giddily. Piett chuckled at Ignus's sudden attention.

"But, where are my manners, I am Captain Firmus Piett of the Galactic Empire, now if only I had my ship, we could use the building material there to build an entire outpost," Piett said, before something in his mind suddenly popped up, with Piett thinking over his head how to phrase it in such a way that made sense to them, since they seemed rather primitive, "By the way, if I may ask, have you seen a giant flying triangular structure? About eight kilometres long or...." Piett looked around, before spotting a mountain ridge in the distance, whose length was about eight kilometres in length, "about the length of that mountain range over there," Piett said, pointing to the ridge.

Ruya raised an eyebrow at the captain's inquiry. "I'm pretty sure I'd be able to detect an eight kilometer long ship on radar unless it was well over the horizon, so it must not be here, uhh, sir."

Bit of an odd decision for her to use 'sir' towards him - force of habit as an officer, she supposed. She was not beholden to the Star Wars Empire, but well, navy captain outranked an air force major. She was always on the Rebel's side to death but she wasn't about to tell an officer she just met that. Besides, with no Jedi to exterminate here, the point was rather moot. His comment also reminded her of something.

"Ah, right - Major Ruya el-Amin, United States of Liberion Air Force attachment to League of Nations 501st Joint Fighter Wing. I'd say you've probably heard of us, but considering the situation, you probably haven't." She shrugged. "Dimensional shenanigans and all."

Ruby seemed far more interested in the captain's companions, specifically them nearly starting a fight and saying something about a 'slugthrower' or whatever.

[Talchyon]

The field
Haverd Haengsson

When the shorter midget said his name, Haverd creased his brows and tried his best to remember it, but to no avail. Thankfully, the wee little one was fine being called "Happy." Happy. That's an easy name. Haverd would call the smallest midget, Happy. And the lady standing with him, she was fine being called Ab-Gayle. There had been tales from his clan about wee little ones like Happy, but this was the first time Haverd had ever seen one. Happy seemed quite friendly. Some of the other wee folk from the tales passed down from the elders liked to play tricks on people. But, for what Haverd could see, this one seemed pretty decent.

The sudden arrival of more people caused Haverd to grow confused. There were some more knights in more strange armor, and some had sticks ("Gones," thought Haverd. "They call them 'gones.') One was wanting to fell some trees - which, Haverd could have offered his services and maybe gained a friend. Pulling trees out of the ground was something he had done before. But the thing was, they were all midgets. All of the people who had shown up were all midgets. Not a one was Haverd's size. It was not a new experience for him to stand out in a crowd, literally. But as the more people arrived on the platform, the more Haverd's heart sank. What if they liked each other, but didn't like him? Haverd would try to put on a good face, and be polite an' all. But events in his past had left with emotional wounds and private insecurities.

For example, he was the only grown man of Clan Bergthorsson who didn't know how to sail. When most Viking men went on raids in their boats, Haverd was left at home, seen as too much of a liability. When Haverd tried to speak to people, they looked at him as if he was from the moon, even if they had grown up around him. Others had homes. Haverd was lucky if there was a large cave around. Otherwise, he slept on the ground, sometimes in the rain.

Not knowing if he should volunteer to chop some trees down with his large axe, and likewise not knowing exactly what to say to all of the new people who had come, Haverd made up his mind. He asked Happy, "I'd go with yuh to see yer home, if that's where yer goin'." Happy's words about "something big in mind" didn't sit well with Haverd, but he was going to try to not show any kind of hurt at the midget's words, even if he might personally feel it.

[Higher Japan]

Lady Pallas

"Yeah I think i'm going north." Amelia casually said, waving off the protests of one of the dwarves as she continued forward. God knows what she'd find there but maybe she'd find a cigar, a gate home or maybe something else to kill. As she continued to think, she held her extended gavel, ready to use it to strike anything that came her way as she headed north, into what was like an abyss to her with no idea of what was inside.

[Xah]

Entropy

He could taste the fresh air! Almost feel the touch of that sweet matter and organic life. After decades of sitting in a cell barely energetic enough to keep him sane, to get out seemed almost like a dream. Entropy's imagination wasn't particularly creative, but he'd spent so long trying to recall what it was like to touch and feed off living things, it felt like his chance would never come again. One last door, a steel plate with a tiny window, stood between him and escape. His companions behind him, Entropy ran his fingers along the hinges, watching them flake and corrode, before finally it fell; blue skies and innocents awaiting on the other side. He stepped though and....


...this wasn't The Rock. Where's the sea? Where's the city across the Bay? Who are all these new people? Entropy glanced around. He wasn't with his previous companions either. Probably a good thing though. Most of them were more than a little unstable. He felt the lack of energy in his own body, probably from whatever strange process brought him here. Perhaps this was a new kind of prison, one for those who tried to escape. Maybe this was all in his head, a torture to make him think escape had happened.

The flat stone platform wasn't doing anything for him, rock never did, so he stepped off and onto the grassy surface of the open plain, smiling as he felt the grass wither, die and rot around his feet and its latent entropy being absorbed into his body. "Greetings to you all," he said, his voice a little croaky. "This is a new and interesting place. Are you all prisoners too?" His gaze flicked between the others present. They didn't all look like the usual suspects, although the giant looked like he'd fit right in with Entropy's typical crowd, as a side-kick of course. "I seem to be at a bit of a loose end, confused, shall we say. Would someone care to explain?"

[Zjaum]

Center
"Happy. Mr. Happy." Haapsalu had given up trying to explain his name. "Well, the only reason we'd be chopping down the trees is to make shelter for the new group. If you extract fun out of that, I guess, that's fine for me," Haapsalu stated frankly, with a mild grin on his face. "As for my battleax, I be certain that we can do without it. Besides, most of you would not like or fit in my house. Still, I am sad that I forgot it; I feel odd without it. Vrabriya, when you finish, may you take my axe and meet us in the eastern mountains?"

"No, sir, we are not prisoners. Welcome to a new world, pleased to meet you." She got one! She was all smiles that she actually formed a sound introduction. She was so enthralled, in fact, that she'd almost ignored Haapsalu's request. She nodded. "Yes, I may take your axe! I have a walking stick too!"

The dwarf clasped his hands together. "Good, then! You can wait and follow Abigail if you wish. As for me and those with me, I think the east mountains are better. They have gold in them, and I like that very much! Follow if you care!" He chuckled before turning and beginning his trek in the eastward direction. He didn't know these people well, but this was something to do, a way to get to know the rest of them better. The more ambitious side of him would have wanted to lead these people, but now he was merely content with observing. These strangers surely must be interesting characters, and who doesn't appreciate gold?


North
The mountain ranges that once crowned the horizon on both sides seemed to move closer together as Lady Pallas wandered northward. It wasn't by much; it could easily have been merely a part of the dream. The bustle soon faded over the horizon, until even the giant's head was no longer in sight. Now she was alone. Not that she ever was really with them, but here... there was peace. A gentle order to things.

The brief calm was soon disrupted by rumbles in the distance. From the hills to the west of Lady Pallas came a large, grayish mass, dust in its wake, itself a barely-recognizable form. It was as if a shadow from an overhead cloud had casted over the western range. The clouds overhead had moved to the east, though; nothing around could produce such an illusion. It moved at a walking pace, barely recognizable from such a distance. Still, it might easily be brushed off as a mere figment of her unconscious imagination. The only way to find out would be to investigate.

Of course, moving past it was always an available option.

[Vulkata II]

Jack Horseshine

As more and more mysterious people popped up Jack was even more bamboozled. This time a few men in grey uniforms along with badges with squares on them popped up, one introducing himself as a Firmus Piett using the Imperial system along with who seemed to be his friends wearing strange hats. His mind went back to the war and how similar their uniforms were to the Germans and thought they were somehow Germans somehow. Wasn't the first time he was working with the people he was tasked to dispose off after the army swept in.

Listening to the rest of the captain's introduction everyone was just as confused with who was who. The fact that the former wanted to know information about a floating triangle of 8 kilometers... Who could think of such a thing but a madman? Nevertheless Jack continued listening to him, astound at all of this before he turned his attention to Ruya el-Amin before he pinched himself.

As he found himself still in the fields Jack knew he wasn't sleeping. Hearing the rest of the commotion his attention came to Happy whom seemed to volunteer as the de facto leader of the group, Jack did not have any intention of walking to the mountains just for nothing but as the mention of gold came about Jack decided to follow happy, carrying his toolbox and arc welder Jack had a smile on his face he couldn't wipe off.

"Anything I can do to help here lad." He said to Happy still unable to wipe his grin.