ASP:Cointainment breach (IC)

[Fardhin]

Room of Dealmaker
"Having trouble? If you make a deal with me, I'll fix your computers. Just come into the room by yourself and we'll discuss the details."

From ash, the wall was placed back to normal as all the lights shut off. For a brief moment, there was a sight if fiery blue eyes glowing in the darkness; until light came back in, and out, and in.

Throughout the entire facility, as if for mere amusement; the Deal-maker was making the lights flicker.

"I don't have all eternity, and it was about time I find a better deal!"

[Atkemri]

ASP foundation
Floor 13
Dealmakers cell

Dahkt determined not to starve inside the observation room leaped towards the window and smashed his face into it leaving him only with a bloody nose. He grabbed a marker from the nearby drawer in a panic nearly hyperventilating and wrote on the window

We cannot get out. Let us through and we will all deal with you

The other scientists looked shocked and betrayed "Dahkt you do know tha-" "Yes I do know what could happen Jon. It is worth the risk." Dahkt sighed and sat down as he waited for ASP 016's response.

ASP European section

The main ASP base had been quiet for a while now. Too long. No response had come from them in any form which was suspicious. Very much so. And so the head of the ASP was left in Europe doing a organization of the ADF with no signs of life coming from the main facillity. "Margret could you please send a ADF divison and project Q to the main facillity? "Right away sir" and so VTOLs holding the divison began moving towards the facillity holding a powerful machine, a powerful person.

[Greater vakolicci haven]

Their was one thing that no defence in the world could stop, and the reasons for that were simple and obvious: no defence had really encountered it before. Only a few truly ancient spirits acted with any real purpose or intent in the world, and when they did it was generally from inside a human host: on their own, a spirit could not do much when not materialised. Elder, however, was one such ancient spirit; and he was one of the most experienced and deadly.
Drawn by his link with his favourite possession, a human female calling herself 'vrone,' the spirit began to make its way into the compound, invisible and intangeable, and importantly for him, unnoticed.
He materialised part of the way down, and any guards in the area would be baffled by the sight of a small male child running with obvious hurry, intent on his destination. That was if they noticed him, of course; as elder walked, he began to open the cels marked on the electronic systems as 'low-risk,' hoping to spread even more confusion.

ASP foundation, floor 1

"Is this prisoner likely to cause a problem?" Vrone asked cheerily, running alongside Cavalier. "I have called Elder now, he should be on his way. I suspect...that the technical difficulties you are likely to be having right at this moment are his doing, in fact. You see..." she spoke in a conspiratorial whisper "He doesn't like his people being locked up."

[Fardhin]

DEAL-MAKER ROOM
In pitch black darkness, a hidden smile spread wide across the Deal-maker's hidden face. As he raised his hand for a shake, one could hear rattling of chains and burning of fire. The gloves hand grabbed Dahkt's hand, and shook.

It happened do quickly one could have easily forgotten it. But it did.

Dahkt would find himself, standing on the stone cliffs. In the horizon, the sun rising up to shine over a bustling city with ancient architecture.

"Beautiful is it not?" Said a voice, or rather voices as one. "Sheyra was meant to be a paradise; now, it's nothing but a prison for the wicked."

The horizon shifted along with the landscape, ad green turned to gray; and the sun suddenly setting. Darkness everywhere, as the once bustling city becomes a nest of wails and groans, screams and death.

Dahkt would turn to his left, seeing what would have looked like a shadow blowing in the wind. Or maybe a figure turning to ash that was blowing and scattering to the wind. He looked just like a man, a bit short and stocky; with a dark tattered cloak on nice robes.

All around his wrists, neck and ankles; there were chains. Chains that may have led to nowhere, or even the ground itself. His eyes, glowed a fiery blue.

"This, all you are seeing now; only happens in a splitsecond. This happens with all my deals. You will not remember this afterwards, but we will properly discuss the deal here."

[Shwe Tu Colony]

Cavalier simply looked back at Von Hesse and flipped him off with a scowl...

ASP foundation floor one
"Normally I would engage the enemy, but you know best, Doctor!" Sekka said before then raising his left hand with his palm facing upwards. Some sort of black slime-like fluid began to fall out from his hand onto the floor while a steam-like vapor flew upwards from the liquid. At the same time as he did this, a small black circle appeared beneath ASP 007, with several large black tentacles then erupting forth form the circle, first pulling away from the ASP before then striking it as many more smaller tentacles also came out from the floor. All of these tendrils then attempted to impale the ASP — & if successful — would be able to restrain it with surprising strength. After this assault, Sekka would then scrape his right hand above his left as purple L-shaped lines appeared around the ASP, with the lines then vanishing just as quickly & cursing the enemy with an excessive amount of gravity but only around the legs. "Might buy us a bit of time," he said, "Even if he can move without walking & thus avoid the tentacles, the gravity should have an effect."

D'aillisioux, however, had been far behind Sekka for some reason, & because of his method of movement, had ended up slipping forward as he was unable to stop the momentum of his robotic legs, somehow. As a result, he ended up spiraling out of control (literally, in the form of seemingly skating along the floor in a spiral motion) & tripping within five feet of the ASP, at which point he turned around & faced the enemy, completely petrified in absolute, palpable terror as the pursuit music the ASP played ringed in his ears. "D'aillisioux!" Sekka yelled before gently placing his palm onto the floor, forming a river of black in the floor that quickly expanded towards the boy. Before the demon could retrieve him, though, a strange, unsettling sound similar to porcelain cracking emitted from D'aillisioux, whose face had developed visible cracks that he quickly covered with his hands. Somehow, the noise would reverberate throughout not just the immediate area, but even in the facility's other floors & outside at the same volume, ignoring walls. By now deeply distressed, he cried, "H-help!"

An enormous hand seemingly composed of darkness rose out of the river of black Sekka has summoned, with this hand briefly shoving the panicked Doll before randomly vanishing. "Urgash's coils!" the demon cursed out as he ran towards D'aillisioux, kicking Vaalkyne out of the way, who had clearly & deliberately gotten between him & the boy.
"For a war machine, you are so full of emotion," the lady said after getting out, her voice having a sinister echo to it alongside its usual disarmingly sweet tone, "But don't you know how rude it is to steal a doll?" She chucked as she walked towards D'aillisioux with her arms out, but her laugh was not the usual honey-sweet one that would normally be expected. Instead, the sound of it was saturated in a revolting, delighted greed. "Step away," she quietly said with an unusual clarity that let it be heard by all nearby, "Step away, for only I can handle him." Ironically, the Doll was currently squirming madly on the floor.

"Then why would he fear you?" questioned Sekka, his tone infuriated & his stance ready for combat, "But still, whatever you're trying to do to him, you will stop it now!"
"His fear is not my fault, by far," she said, an aura of enigmatic power emanating from her, "It is never mine. It is always those who say it is mine that it seems to be mine. He would have never hated me if it weren't for you & all those others. Don't you remember Frederick Douglass, the awakened slave? When we set our eyes on a brighter future, we change our perception of the present to be comparatively worse."
"Make up your mind! Are you a philosopher, or a villain?"
"I am but a fellow trying to make ends meet, you see," she said as a large purple cloak suddenly sprouted from her back. She continued her slow, menacing walk towards D'aillisioux.

"G-get a-away f-from him!" the boy yelled out as thousands of stitch marks suddenly materialized on Vaalkyne's body, her hair curling into spirals as she yelled out in pain. She then fell onto the floor, her body then rapidly decaying before vanishing, thankfully before any odor could emanate from it. Some sort of pale hand materialized above his mouth seconds later, with additional pale hands also appearing to hold him down, which was not a difficult task due to his own fear & haphephobia. Now would be the chance for ASP 007 to perform a quick strike, if it wanted to, although Sekka would be swift to retaliate. Anything with too long of a windup would most certainly be stopped by his shadow tentacles emerging from the ceiling to hold back its arm with surprising strength.

It was anticipated that the targets had among them limited access to higher powers...

Above
As expected, no new fires were started, in part because of D'aillisioux's present condition & stress & also since none of the soldiers were currently attacking. Instead, clouds abruptly materialized around the perimeter of the Sarkite perimeter, after which green World War 2-era planes dived through the clouds & maintained a consistent, reasonable altitude & additional dissipated the clouds. Once above Sarkite units, these planes would begin to drop blue lavender-like petals alongside hundreds of pieces of blank white paper. Any attempts to attack these planes would fail — any projectiles or anything would go right through them, making it quite clear that the planes were illusions more than anything. Eventually, all of the aircraft would fly to the SCP base, at which point they would simply vanish, leaving behind the paper & petals.

Moments after the disappearance of the planes, their payloads suddenly began to fly towards the ASP building, at which point they would congregate above its center into some sort of spring-like column. From there, this pillar would do nothing, although anyone who looked at it would feel an intense sense of unease & want to look away. If it was struck even slightly, it would collapse, scattering its constituent materials across the area, at which point the objects would begin to cover as many barnacles as possible & simply stay there, with stitch marks binding together the paper & petals. Considering how little the petals & paper did — the barnacles having no reduction in their effectiveness — perhaps these objects would have some other use eventually, or maybe they were just to confuse the enemy. Otherwise, the column continued to stand, rising high above any Sarkite structures, with what seemed to be D'aillisioux sitting atop it, emitting the same magical energy signature as before, although some sort of shadow blocked his face from view.

If the tower was demolished, he would instead appear lying on the floor near the ASP entrance, the same shadow blocking his face from view. Was it really him, though? Still, perhaps it was worthwhile to try to reach up & take him. Or, perhaps this was a trap. The latter seemed more likely — if anyone tried to approach the boy above the surface here, a strange dread would enter their mind, & they would feel a need to get away from it instead. If a person persisted, the ground near D'aillisioux would begin to crack, but these rifts were suspiciously large, large enough to swallow someone lying down whole, although they would fall only a few feet. If that person continued onward, the terror would begin to worsen & a loss of balance & sense of direction would overcome them. Pushing onward would be difficult, but not impossible, in part due to the eyes that would begin to appear in the space & ground around the Doll.

[A m e n r i a]

Daywalker paid no mind to what's going on in the facility besides his route to the armoury. If he got his knife, the attacker's wouldn't win, for within it is the power of all the creatures he has killed. That, combined with his own powers, would destroy the enemy.

He could run faster than any human, but he doesn't know this facility yet, and thus he has to keep his pace with Cavalier. Anything that would harm her would have to face him and his magic first.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

ASP Foundation
Floor 1

Andretta screamed. Clarke gasped, her assertiveness lost for a moment.
Volkoff roared, drawing his Sigma RDS520 and unloading its .452 Auto magazine on the escaped, bloody prisoner while backing away as quickly as he could, yelling commands at the rest of the group to stay back. Andretta followed suit, and drew her LAC P2S-D/A, spraying rounds downrange in full auto while staying with the group.

Clarke, seemingly regaining control of the situation, drew a fat-bore, silver-gripped pistol that resembled a single-action flare gun and fired, a metallic grenade-like projectile clattering to ASP 007's feet and exploding in a cloud of bluish-silvery gas, before holstering it and switching to her .357 autorevolver, blasting shots at the beast from over her shoulder while jogging to the end of the room where Cavalier was.

"That chemical smoke should disorient it for a few more seconds. Everyone, get out of here, but if you have a ranged weapon, don't hesitate to provide some suppressing fire."
She stopped and looked at Adeline, then to Sekka. "Come on- whatever you two're supposed to be."

ASP Foundation Armory

Reissen scrambled, picking up his leather backpack/case and ripping it open, revealing several more pistols and ammunition, an X2 assault carbine, a sawed-off Grey Flag FF-12 pump-action shotgun, and- a collapsed compound bow and a double quiver of 42 total arrows. He slung the quiver onto his back, folded out the bow and checked its custom holographic sights and rangefinder/laser. He slung the bow over his back as well, and, loading the carbine and the shotgun, slung them and the pack onto his chest. While the others in his team were prepping their own equipment, Reissen readjusted his gear to fit around pieces of his body armor, such as his joint pads, alloy vest, and a Medusa/M-RD gas mask and a Pattern C STA combat eyepiece. Among the arms he rechecked were his

Fonsworth slipped into a suit of prototype Guardian Mk. I armor (a compact attempt to replicate the strength of the EX-25 exoskeleton), switching on the battery in its protective housing on the back of the breastplate. He then picked up his XTAC-12 semiautomatic, feeding loads of buckshot into its magazine tube, and slung it over his back. He took several chemical grenades (the same compound that Clarke’s launcher pistol fired) on a bandolier and put it on his front shoulder with more shotgun shells, and put that over his shoulder and chest. Then, he checked the RFPDW machine pistol already on his hip, alongside an electric-option machete. Finally, with his gauntleted arm, he hefted his extendable riot shield- checking its battery, which allowed it to be electrified or emit an acoustic shockwave and/or a flashbang-like light pulse.

Alcono strapped several armor plates onto himself, along with a vest, shoulder pads, and a helmet. STA combat goggles and the same gas mask Reissen wore came next. He slung his silver-plated, scoped personal .772-caliber Grey Flag express rifle over his back, then slipped on two bracelets acting as ammunition holders (each containing 27 rounds of silver-trace ammunition), then dual bandoliers containing 25 more rounds each (now having 109 cartridges total for his express rifle), with back straps containing 5 fragmentation grenades, 5 incendiary grenades, and magazines for his X5 assault rifle, which he also slung over his back. He tucked a few mags for his SMPC-194 machine pistol/personal defense weapon in 9x20mm into one of the bandoliers, before slinging the gun over his chest. Finally, he checked the gunong knife in its sheath near his Desert Eagle's holster, and slipped a larger bolo machete-like blade (both weapons having silver in their blades) in a sheath onto his belt.
Seeing an pretty-looking knife in a scabbard not unlike his own weapons sitting in a corner of the armory, he decided to stick it into his belt- this "Daywalker" seemed a bit obnoxious, but he seemed to be useful to the situation.

Seeing a few bags and cases belonging to the ASP on the wall and their compatriots’ gear, they took the time to set it up to give to them, and took a few more weapons for themselves- dragging armor, gas masks, STA eyewear, and weapons into them; Reissen dropped Clarke’s S1911, her LAC-SHi carbine, their magazines, and communications equipment and a laptop into a duffel, Fonsworth set up a backpack containing a KF5 submachine gun and a toolbox for Volkoff, and Alcono placed Andretta’s AHBR battle rifle and medical supplies into a secure case.

[Atkemri]

ASP foundation, floor one

"Yes of course he is a problem or else I wouldn't be running from it." Cavalier said as she still ran from ASP 007. The elder comment brought a look of suspicion to Cavalier's face but she would ask later at a better time. ASP 007 was unaffected by the Exodian's small arm fire and the chemical smoke deployed by Clarke. ASP 007 quickly grabbed D'aillisioux and seemingly disappeared for a moment only a trail of mist being left behind. He then reappeared a foot ahead of his last position with D'aillisioux still in hand.

ASP 007 would continue this moving forward leaving his trail of mist behind with D'aillisioux still in hand.

Sheyra

Dahkt looked around the now ruined landscape around him taking notes he hoped would come back with him after he came back. He saw the Dealmaker and sat on the ground around him "So the deal I will propose to you is that you fix the electronics and you can roam free in the facility for this week. You can't leave though. Deal?"

[Fardhin]

Dealmaker's Dreamscape
A short echo of a laugh vibrates throughout the realm. "I believe you do not understand the nature of all this."

A smile spreads wide across his face. "Like all my other clients, I'll be testing you. Do you, my customer, have the power and will to break the locks of my prison?"

In the Deal-maker's dreamscape, all his client's intentions come forth. There will be no lies, only truths. The outcome would be simple, if the Deal-maker found the client unable to fulfill his wishes; he will take the deal to extreme levels of his vision. If he is able, then the client will be granted his wish, tremendous power and one directive: to free Sheyra.

"Clock's ticking. Well actually, in here it's not. But my boss is waiting."

[Shwe Tu Colony]

"Yes of course he is a problem or else I wouldn't be running..."

ASP Foundation, Floor 1
"Don't mind me, I gotta get my doll back!" Sekka said towards the other people who were running, "The ASP can not & will not be held responsible for my capture or injury, if that happens!" D'aillisioux on the other hand no longer had the hands restraining him, but he had gone limp in ASP 007's hands, as expected of his habit of freezing up from being touched. "Bah! He's fleeing!" the demon said as a river of darkness extended from him to the ASP, with Sekka promptly diving into this path he created. While seemingly swimming along the floor using this stream of black, hundreds of black spheres that exuded additional smaller variants of themselves began to fly out out of the river towards the ASP. Once these balls struck anything not the ASP, they would dissipate in a cloud of circles whose colors ranged from light grey to black. If the balls struck the ASP itself, it would inflict crushing damage akin to a dense cannon ball, potentially tearing a hole through it or at the very least scratching it. With the sheer quantity being flung out by Sekka's river of shadow, though, it would be a difficult endeavor to dodge all of the spheres.

Occasionally, Sekka would leap out of his stream, & while in the air, the portion of shadow river he would have traversed if he continued to swim was not present, resulting in a broken-up appearance to it. While exposed, he swung his arms forward in a frenzy wiith additional waves of dark magic extending his reach, creating what looked like black cloth floating & forming a few feet in front of & around his arms. If the ASP was out of range of Sekka's powerful melee attacks, the demon's swings would instead generate several purple spheres, which would land slightly ahead of the ASP on the ground, at which point a purple puddle would be generated & summon a black tentacle that would whip around wildly, becoming intangible for Sekka if they came close to colliding.

If the ASP attempted to strike him while he was exposed in the air, several shadow tentacles would erupt forth from his armor, impaling the foe where it could get a straight shot in & whipping it if it could not. If Sekka's foe came too close to his mouth, the demon would extend his surprisingly lengthy tongue & whip the ASP with it, scratching them due to the durable keratin thorns coating it & additionally applying a powerful base to cause chemical-based damage. If they were unlucky enough to be within biting range, he would bite them, using his several rows of teeth designed for slicing off chunks of flesh to try to consume part of his opponent. Eating his foe would likely have no issues — as the demon's body was so utterly foreign & his digestive system was lined with not only fast-acting digestive fluids but even poisons that his synthesized, any flesh or clothing he consumed was unlikely to harm him much.

Sekka had mentioned numerous times that he was made with the intent of being a weapon of war, so the ferocity he struck with & how much of himself was a weapon should not have been unexpected. In this form of pure, animalistic pursuit, it was hard to imagine the usually sophisticated, serene Head of Economics, with even his normally regal voice coming out was a rough snarl. "Unhand the Doll!" he would order out towards the ASP at times, his voice sounding barely human & more like the typical barely-controlled demon mentioned in religion.

D'aillisioux, meanwhile, had his eyes wide open in horror, mostly because of the cortisol he was being forced to absorb & partially because of the monstrosity that had been Sekka Verndara, who was now unveiling his true power. If only I could help him, the Doll thought to himself, Come on, can't I generate just something? Unbeknownst to the boy, his powers were already active from the incredible terror he was being forced to endure. To the unfortunate ASP who was dragging him along, it would — if it had any ability to feel — be overcome with an intense nervousness emanating from the Doll, as though running with him would result in something unimaginably terrible. A sense of being watched by too many eyes would accompany this potential horror.

Those invisible eyes seemed to be scrutinizing every movement of the ASP, invading its privacy in a way that the foundation or anyone else had not with these possibly real spectators seemingly viewing the ASP as only an object to be used & abused freely. There was no pity nor curiosity, but only a materialistic stare that seemed to be reducing the ASP in an attempt to demoralize it. While they could not be seen, the eyes seemed to be everywhere, gazing up from the floor, gazing down from the ceiling, gazing every which way with reckless abandon to criticize the ASP, perhaps to briefly grant it enough humanity to realize its flaws. Additionally, the Doll's aura was likely suppressing the ASP's sense of direction & balance, potentially causing it to teleport around in a spiral or fall over, or maybe not.

"Do you feel the eyes?" asked D'aillisioux's master, who had been the other half of Vaalkyne, in his usual appearance of purple pope-like attire, skull-like mask, & metallic body, as it flew alongside the Doll. It had eluded everyone else's vision as they had no link with it. "Those eyes, those ruthless ones that watch you & fire their fatal judgment upon you?" its voice was slow, but had a menacing authority & arrogance in it, "Do you feel their scorn burrowing into you?" The Doll was somehow able to nod in the ASP's grip. "Your sins have caught up with you, boy," it said, "Do you not remember before this breach? How everyone thought of you? Your foolish insensitivity to everyone else with your childish weeping? How annoying Dr. Cavalier thought you were?"

"W-w-what do you m-mean?" he asked nervously.
"Haven't you realized? In leaving me, you have positioned yourself to cause nothing but misery for everyone else. The good doctor feels nothing but resentment towards you, & the others had seen you as a breach of safety, with how bizarre you & Sekka are. I was impressed with their swiftness in identifying you as a Doll," it said, scratching at the boy's chin with its cold, metallic finger, "You're nothing but a burden here. Why else do you think your supposed lord is chasing after you with such ferocity?"
"He's-he's..." he stammered out several times over, too terrified to say anything coherently by now. In response, its metallic hands gripped at his shoulders — one of the locations where D'aillisioux was especially sensitive to touch. "Saving me, right?" he spewed out.

"He can rule it as an accident."
"Rule what?"
"Your death. See his vicious swings, the way he doesn't even think as he unleashes a shadow tentacle here," as he said this, one of the tentacles flailed around near him, & would've struck him if it weren't for his intangibility, "or a blast of dark orbs there. He is an assassin, is he not? He can strike with precision & accuracy & score a bullseye from miles away. It is uncharacteristic of him to strike like this... unless he does not care."
"He's-he's just mad!"
"Have you not heard that he is emotionless? How can he be angry?" D'aillisioux, unfortunately, was not aware of the machine-like thought process that Sekka had in place of emotions, "Are you not seeing how closely his attacks are to slaying both you & the ASP? It is a miracle you have survived as long as you have. It is only a matter of time before he goes for more desperate measures. Not like you'll be missed anyway. Nobody here, except maybe Sekka, would see you as someone worth mourning. After all, what have you done other than cry? Even your pathetic counterattack against the folk upstairs have merely caused them to reinforce their position to be better than ever."

"As for the other assassins, I am sure Pâté Chaud would love to have you gone. What good have you done for him, other than be a nuisance? In the war against Unicron, he had to revive you from my words, & you've cut him apart a few times by accident too. Mawsy would only miss you as he wouldn't have someone to bully. Notburga, I'm certain, is tired of your presence, for you are not childlike enough for her to care," the master chuckled to himself, "Ironic, isn't it? You were made to be a childlike Doll, & you have failed that goal to the lady who needs it most! All you have done is twist her love for children when you entered the Guild." As expected, D'aillisioux was crying from its claims, which were a bit stretched, but they nonetheless had an effect.

"But you know, there was one thing you always did correctly..."
"I-I d-don't want to go b-back..." D'aillisioux said in between sobs, "I-I would rather d-die here, for the s-sake of my friends, than go back."
"Hmph. So be it," & with that, it vanished, the pursuit between Sekka & ASP 007 resuming without its whispers towards the Doll. By now, he was so exhausted by everything that had happened that he passed out in the ASP's grasp, although the scrutiny of the thousands eyes continued to oppress the monster.

[Prussian Polish Commonwealth]

Retag

[Prussian Polish Commonwealth]

ASP Armory

von Hesse leisurely picked up his sawn-off shotgun and began loading shells. After loading 8, he slung it over his back and nabbed a couple of rounds for his revolver. Jan, meanwhile, grabbed his G3 and shoved a 20-round mag into it, before cocking it, and then grabbing as much ammunition as possible. Hans loaded a 70-round drum mag into his M-G3 and loaded the underbarrel grenade launcher, before attaching a bipod. The Fallschirmjaegers behind them grabbed their G4 Carbines and as much ammunition as humanly possible. All of them grabbed a few dozen rations, topped off their canteens from a convenient water fountain, and grabbed medical supplies.

Hans looked over at Reissen. "Why the fuck do you have a bow, this isn't the Hunger Games! Get a fucking SMG, more ammo, lighter and easier to carry, and much better at close quarters!"
von Hesse chuckled while lighting up a cigarette, while Jan resisted the urge to smack his subordinate on the back of his head.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Reissen stared over Hans for a moment, seemingly sizing him up, then retrieved an arrow from his quiver and held it to the light.

"Bitch, this babe has a field-tip with a stun circuit that can deliver 75,000 volts under a target's skin- more powerful than your stepmother's favorite toy while being only a fourth as thick. If that isn't enough, then this ominous little red button on my bow can detonate any arrow outside the quiver- a 2-ounce charge of CTNG-1 can blast the fucker's brains out and pepper all the other bitches with shrapnel." He finished, with a slight air of dancing, satisfied madness about him.

"In addition, Kraut, this isn't some teenage romance story." He nocked the arrow, then fished out his single-action Grey Flag Model 88 from a concealed holster under his jacket, dropping and catching it with his free hand and spinning the cylinder before sliding it back into its holster. "It's the Wild West out there- and I'm hoping your team can keep up as well as mine can."

"You ready, sir?" Fonsworth asked.

Reissen responded by switching on the HUD on his STA eyepiece, putting the duffel bag containing Clarke's gear onto his shoulder by its strap, then using his free hand to pull the charging handle on his X2 carbine and hold it up by its pistol grip. Fonsworth and Alcono did the same with their compatriots' gear and their electronic eyewear.

"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, better run, better run, faster than my gun." Reissen muttered in a singsong tone, before taking a breath. He then looked at the Prussian-Poles, and gestured towards the elevator. "After you, gentlemen."

Skies over the Sahara, Atkemri
(surface above the ASP headquarters)

The Aurora's pilot, Captain Daniel "Blizzard" Winstrom, had seen the red sky they were chattering about back at base clearly, and immediately shut off his scramjets and afterburners and putting on his airbrake, returning to a slower speed while engaging his high-resolution spy cameras and sensors, at the sight of the maroon, blossom-like sight in the sky. The chatter back at base clearly had truth to it.

"You're hella right about the sky. It's clearly a Rift disturbance, but nothing like I've seen in our databases. Dunno its origin or who's operating it." He said over his radio. "Streaming this for the XOs back at home. Hume levels are off the damn charts, but I can't seem to pinpoint everything- Kant counter's gone crazy. We're definitely going to be needing bigger guns, and I mean now. I know this is technically breaking mission rules, but requesting authorization to get a closer look, meanwhile?"

"Authorization granted, Captain." Colonel Solomon's voice came over Winstrom's radio.

Winstrom swooped the plane lower, seeing the emplacements on the ground.
"Super trippy, to be Soviet-era SAMs in a 30-kilo perimeter. Best I can come up with are 2K12 Kubs- but they seem to be made out of- I don't even know. Hoping they won't fire at me." As he said this, he prepped a .50 triple-barreled rotary machine gun mounted near the Aurora's nose, alongside 6 concealed multi-target missiles the size of rocket-propelled grenades, meant as deterrents against light AA vehicles or pursuing aircraft.

"Clouds rapidly forming- must be an escaped detainee, or something." he observed.
Suddenly, diving in front of him were dozens of WWII-era planes. Yelping in surprise, the aircraft rocked as he shifted the control stick, trying to get back into control as he stabilized it.

"Oh, man! You guys seeing this shit?! Winstrom exclaimed, as he dove right into the center of the armada of Hawker Hurricanes and Bf-109s conjured by D'aillisioux.

As the planes disappeared, Winstrom still in a bit of shock, he readied himself for a barrage of fire, putting a hand on the flare-launching button and another on the throttle, in anticipation for a barrage of fire from the Sarkites.

[Atkemri]

Sheyra

"What exactly is your prison and who is your boss?" Dahkt asked inqusitivly, eager to learn about the ASP. "I'll do it as long as you fix the electronics and don't kill me or something like that."

Dahkt was nervously sweating a bit hoping that he wasn't being tricked into something more nefarious by ASP 015. He extended his hand for a shake from it and waited.

ASP foundation, floor one

Sekka's attacks would cause ASP 007 to drop D'allisioux seemingly causing some damage to ASP 007. The black orbs collided with him causing him to fly backwards into a wall behind him and audibly breaking a few bones. He got back up and once again began moving forward, throwing the bat he once held at Sekka and pulling out a machete. Then a trail of smoke could be seen going upwards into the ventilation systems.

The eyes watching ASP 007 saw what ASP 007 really was. A man trapped within himself. He used to be a French man with a family and an aspiring restaurant chain. He enjoyed horror movies and one day found one he hadn't heard about. It was untitled and had mysteriously appeared on his doorstep. He opened the case then everything went black for a few moments. He woke up and found nothing had changed much other than feeling a bit numb. As time went on hr began getting taller, and he had developed urges to do awful things to those he loved. He was able to resist the urges until a few years later where he was in a fight with his daughter.

He killed her. Then his wife and unborn son and then he lost control of himself. The mask was waiting for him when he walked out and he put it on when it then burnt his face so he could not be recognized. The eyes didn't bother him, nothing did anymore

Cavalier, while in the armoury ran over to a wall before and slid back a panel and typed in a code being careful to hide it. Then a wall opened up revealing more advanced weapons that the majority of the people there had ever seen. "Everyone wait here, I need to get something." The wall closed as she went inside. The Slavic woman from before then spoke up "My name is Alexandra. The two Asian twins over there are Chung and Hao." The two nodded in the middle of their own conversation "The cyborg person hasn't given a name but his initials are H.W" He looked over then looked back consumed in his own thoughts "I felt I had to introduce us." she said still on watch aiming her minigun at the door.

[Fardhin]

Dreamscape
The Deal-maker raised a brow. "I wasn't asking if you would do it, I was asking if you could do it. But no matter, I see you are weak. You cannot completely fulfill my wishes. But..."

The wind of nothingness seemed to blow faster toward Dahkt; with streams and strings of the Deal-maker's shadow waving towards the man. "I have decided another use for you. I will fix the electronics and ensure you that you do not starve. I'm exchange, your vessel is my puppet."

Without warning did he dissolves into ash in the wind, which turned to smoke. The smoke rushed towards Dahkt, entering his body through numerous openings....

Deal-maker's Room
The lights turn back on, as Dahkt stands in the middle of the room. There is no sign of the Deal-maker whatsoever.

Facility
It had been strange. All the electronics have returned to normal.

[Shwe Tu Colony]

Sekka's attacks would cause ASP 007 to drop D'allisioux...

ASP Foundation, Floor One
D'aillisioux remained on the floor after being dropped, silently crying. Meanwhile, Sekka leapt out of his river of black one last time without flinging out any of his spells, his stream vanishing moments after his exit. Once outside, he sprinted over to the Doll, additionally launching a few spheres of shadow up through the vents in pursuit of the ASP, tracking it for up to a minute before exploding in a burst of light that wasn't blinding. If these balls got close enough, they would attempt to become intangible & lodge in its skin to blow up in a burst of darkness. For his own defense, Sekka summoned a circle delimited by violet rune-like inscriptions on the floor & floating above each other up to the ceiling. If anyone touched the runes or the circle, they would be forced a few steps backwards while a noise resembling a bell would emanate from the circle to alert the demon inside.

"D'aillisioux, are you still fine?" he asked before realizing that the boy was unconscious, "Urgash's coils, what to do..." He sat there, thinking back to what he knew about Dolls. Do Dolls even faint, normally? Why does he do this? he thought, Maybe the stress from this is interfering with his magic flow? That must be it... It's the closest thing to a blood supply Dolls have. With that, Sekka used Gap magic to see through the boy's clothes, trying to find if there was some sort of battery or conduit by which he could send in magic, although he mostly noticed the cracks in D'aillisioux's porcelain skin. "By Urgash's coils, what's with his body?" the demon said to himself, "Where's that battery, anyway?" A few more seconds of more intense Gap magic revealed the battery's position was where the boy's heart would have been; in fact, said object resembled a heart carved out of blue crystal, although it resembled a drawn heart more than a biological one.

"There it is," he said as he extended one finger to be just a little bit above the Doll's chest, after which he fired magic in the form of a bolt of lightning, using gap magic to bypass the boy's skin & clothing. Immediately after, D'aillisioux sprang into the air, Sekka catching him using the runes to gently deflect him back. Now awake, his cry broke into a full sob. "Wh-what's wrong?" the demon asked.
As expected, the boy's reply came out between hiccups & sobbing. "He came back," he said, taking several seconds to relay this message due to his current state.
"Who did?" D'ailisioux hesitated, & his eyes widened in realization at what he said. "Nuh-nuh-nothing!" he said, thrashing his head horizontally to say "no."

"If you refuse to discuss your problems, how do you exp—" he paused for a moment to search for a kinder phrase, as the Doll's self-esteem was nearly nonexistent, "How will I be able to help you?"
"But you can't," the boy stammered out, "You can't see him. Or touch him."
"What about you?"
"I-I can s-see & hit him... But I-I just c-can't! H-he's too scary. His fingers are s-so cold, too."

"So what? That is only now. I know that you can conquer your fear; just think back to how courageous you had to be to take action & leave your home!" Sekka was unsure of what specifically happened in D'aillisioux's past because of the boy's secretive nature, but refugee of some sort was his best guess based on his nervous habits, "There is always a risk, and to leave the routine of your daily schedule is frightening in some way, even if it's a detrimental schedule, because anything that exists — even a Demon — wants to be able to predict with confidence, as that is the safest route. What to do in a new situation? That is a great fear. But, I know that you can make him leave you alone. I know that you have strange powers that you can use against him. Think not of what he can do, but what you can do to him."

"Th-that's easy for you to say!" he yelled out while stomping his foot, "Y-you don't know what anything feels like."
"But I still understand what fear feels like. It is a killer anxiety that awaits the future expecting negativity. You have already proven that you can face them, & I know that you can do it again."
"& all I've done was annoy everyone else! Notburga... Mawsy... Pâté... the others here..."
"Is that what 'he' claims?" Sekka said, causing a brief pause. D'aillisioux gazed down at the floor in shame. "Y-yes..."
"What else had he said?" the boy relayed most of the words that his master had said.

"I-I j-just don't know who to trust anymore..." he then said, "He always s-says you guys are the problem, that you guys are why I-I'm like this since you taught me t-to hate him... & also that I keep making a mess out of everything."
"What does he mean saying that? It's absurd that he thinks that trauma can simply be avoided if you're never told it was an act of evil. I may not know what manner of torture he did to you, nor do I wish to press the point as I know it'll be futile, but what's certain is that he keeps living in the past. I know that I say that I love history, but what he's doing here is being blinded by the success of a bygone era. He is too cowardly & pathetic to actually face me in a truly meritocratic fashion if he really wanted you back. Don't listen to him."

"I-it's hard n-not to..." D'aillisioux said, causing a brief pause as Sekka thought what to say next. This master of his has planted some rather deeply-rooted seeds of doubt within him, the demon thought, Must be a mind reader of some sort. That's the only explanation as to why he'd be so adept at manipulating D'aillisioux.
"Well, I know that you'll be able to make him leave eventually," he said, "But don't be too burdened by it. I know that you have a bit of a habit to blame yourself for not meeting the 'goals' or 'standards' set by others, which yo..." He paused for a moment to reconsider what he was going to say; he needed to be absurdly cautious when speaking to someone like him. "Just know that it's fine if you fail a little bit. Anyway, we need to recover our weaponry. Can you walk?"
"I-I'll try," D'aillisioux said as he got up with mild difficulty, quietly wincing in pain, "I-it hurts a bit, b-but it's nothing bad."

"Good, but first I need to set up a barrier around you to reduce that decay aura of yours," Sekka replied as he scraped his right hand over his left, briefly creating a light purple bubble around the Doll, "There, some Gap magic will prevent anyone from rotting away. Anyways, let's get moving." He threw his right hand out with a ball of shadow flying out of it. When the ball landed on the floor, it created a stream of darkness that extended from its impact zone to just in front of the armory, where a wooden sign would pop out saying "SEKKA VERNDARA OF PARFUHMERIE WILL APPEAR FROM HERE MOMENTARILY. DO NOT SHOOT." If it was fired at anyway, the projectiles would freeze in midair, gently reenter whatever shot them out, & reenter whatever cartridge the weapon had perfectly undamaged as though it never fired at the stream in the first place.

Back on the other end, Sekka dove into it, with D'aillisioux gliding closely behind him, robotic legs sprouting from his feet to carry him along, with these legs also firing out water behind them that disappeared soon after materializing. Soon enough, the two arrived at the armory, with Sekka jumping out of his river of darkness. "Apologies if that was a tad surprising or swift," he said once he arrived, "Barring teleportation, that is my most efficient method of teleportation." He would then walk over to some random corner of the armory, where a question mark was hovering. "Strange, guess it had trouble rendering it..." he said as he sauntered over to it, at which point it vanished, "Good enough. Least I got my several thousand armaments." His knives — which looked more like white triangles attached to the top of his wrists — sprang out of the armor covering his hands without flying out of the armor before sheathing themselves with equally impressive speed. D'aillisioux, meanwhile, rummaged through an area near Sekka & pulled out a surprisingly simple katana.

"S-sorry to bother you, Sekka, but wh-why do I have a katana a-again?" the boy asked. Even with his mask on, the brief confusion on the demon's face was palpable. "I think it was the only sword we had at the time & then you never really said anything else about it. Do you want a different one when we get back?"
"Y-yeah... this just doesn't s-seem right."
"There's always the option to double up on sword experience, & be trained in both straight & curved ones. They do have different advantages, but it's up to you," Sekka offhandedly said before turning to speak to everyone else, "Anyway, I'm about ready to get a move on."

[Atkemri]

ASP Foundation, Floor 13

Dahkt stood in the middle of the room unsure of what just happened. He knew he made a deal with ASP 015 and he seemed to have fixed the electronics but usually the Dealmaker asks for something in return, but what had he asked from him? At least he could get out of the containment cell and observation room.

He noticed his fellow researchers were not there. In their place was ASP 012 watching him through the window. Immediately he began running out of the chamber and through the hallways ASP 012 chasing quickly. He could hear whispers in his head of some sort of talk. He quickly ran to the stair case and ran down them into his quarters where he quickly locked the mechanical door. None the less he saw ASP 012 standing there right in front of him and then he fell into a trance.

Where the Dealmaker resides

The Dealmaker wherever he may be inside Sheyra or Dahkt was met by what could only be described as a alien. Her skin had a look comparable to sandpaper and had seven fingers on both hands and upon closer inspection had a second set of teeth, a bit sharper than the ones in front.

"Hello Dealmaker, if that your real name." her voice reverberated through the realm. "I have come here to speak to you. I am Alor, a being once with infinite power now reduced to a corpse to use as a puppet. I ask for cooperation in bringing back my power and I will help you restore your former glory." She smiled as she showed him a vision of what she could do with his cooperation. Sheyra was once again vibrant and alive again.

"Bring me a sword and I can this for you."

ASP foundation, floor one

Cavalier came out of the secret door and seeing everyone had gotten their weapons ran out and began running to the elevator. In the middle of the way however, ASP 007 came out of the vents and fell straight in front of them a machete in hand.

He began walking forward and Alexdrandria opened fire with her minigun and yet he continued forward determined to kill them all.

[Kalmaktamatarmakunta]

Entrance

"What odd tricks do our friend from below present to us this time?" Karcist Ovan sneered. The virtual aircraft were first met with a ferocious barrage of bone-crafted armour-piercing rounds, but once the munitions simply phased through their targets the anti-aircraft guns were ordered to stop firing. The dispersed debris that scattered was of concern, though not enough time was given to evaluate their nature until they formed the curiously looking column. As with standard protocol of the Sarkites so far they flung a bio-rocket at it, and expectedly it scattered over the ground once again.

The petals exerted no effect as of yet, but seemed to have an affinity for the barnacle decoys. This was of course of concern for the Sarkic commanders, worried that they'd do something any time and re-enable magical targeting of Sarkic units. But as of now they were inert. There was some discussion on the response to this incidence.

"Could be a chekhov's gun, could be a maskirovka, could be both," Ovan decided, "But it's best to be safe." The fragments were to be cleaned away from the decoys whether by conjured winds or the barnacles themselves secreting an otherworldly variable-viscosity fluid, and concentrated at multiple spots for observation. Meanwhile, analysts and commanders were furiously recording the events and encounters so far, they had not seen such forces acting as adversaries before and for now observations would be helpful to plan for future responses to episodes of this sort.

Given the unpleasant experience with constant back-and-forth deception carried out between the two combatants the Sarkites took no risk when approaching the image of D'aillisioux, first strafing the zone with rockets, bio-lasers and keratin munitions, followed by assault with the expendable and foolish Behemoth-type organisms watched by a couple of equally dim men with vertical teeth behind them. But it was perhaps alert-worthy that even these near-automatons began to express uncontrollable fear and chose to withdraw, the karcists controlling these pioneer forces sensed a presence that overpowered even their control, and the repercussions of choosing to hold on soon showed. The policy of perimeter-based containment was resumed, and it was decided firmly that the Sarkites would respond to environmental changes by not changing at all.

Renewed readings of this source of magical presence suggested some heavy degree of stress, probably from whatever was running amok in the facility, relieving some of the commanders, but only reflecting further their growing fear. This foe was no nuisance by now, even though only minor losses were sustained it was becoming increasingly clear to the Sarkites that if his full strength was unleashed the consequences on the plan will be catastrophic.

The facility

While the biovar of the Red Death being used was described clearly as 'slightly slower' in its propagation rate, this was only relative, and the whole family of bioweapons from its kin were feared for their ability to ravage entire landscapes quickly with only the most modest of breeding conditions. By now, in some floors where the bunker busters rested after the end of the havoc-wreaking journey from rose-colored skies to the land of the ignorants, their payload had infested ceiling to ceiling and wall to wall. The vastness of the complex prevented their threat from being properly recognized, but they were surely steadily expanding, every minute that passed saw dozens of square meters of surfaces blanketed in a rancid coat of flesh.

Many unlucky test subjects and workers had been infected, and by now a few would turn into an unspeakably appalling mass of loose appendages that retained barely a vaguely humanoid profile. However, given the overall scarcity of humans to be quickly and easily appropriated into weapons of the brooding infection, the bioweapon chose to grow its own creatures instead. Their forms were not particularly divergent from the walking murdering sausages the humans had turned to but were more flimsy in places, though none of this lowered critically its ability to infect and generally arouse disgust in its foes.

It soon came to attention of the organisms that the assembled crowd of visitors posed a long term strategic threat to both their own existence and the agenda of the forces they were to serve. Their faith now coordinating and compelling them, they rushed for staircases and surviving elevators, ready to ambush their newfound prey from all sides.

Surface

Reinforcements from Adytum and numerous other limbos of dimensions had assembled a sizeable army of Nälkä adherents around the ASP facility, by now numbering about 11,000 and only about two thousand short of the original planned combined force. Waiting impatiently for the residents of the facility to be slaughtered by their own prisoners, the Sarkic armies killed time with abusive conversation, bantering, orgies and games while performing perimeter scouting as ordered by the joint command of this assault. The better-disciplined forces surrounding the internal and external perimeters and critical defensive assets were on much better readiness, in part made possible by the way their life was engineered.

The languor was broken, no doubt by the hypersonic spy plane, which had even boldly closed in to take higher-resolution photos of the Sarkic installations. The audacity was to be applauded, if lamented. The ample time the plane was spending in detection and even engagement range allowed organic radars to pick up and track it fairly easily. Given its speed and other attributes it was decided the bio-lasers would be the weapon of response.

Only a few of the oddly shaped eye-like watery bulbs lit up the skies with their beams of deadly light, though it was placed at the lower end of air defence laser power, with a wattage of only 40 to 60 thousand, though rather concentrated. This was only about one time more powerful than experimental ship-mounted directed energy weapons and was actually weaker than some models of air-mounted laser weapons being tested or even used by the nations of the ignorants. However, being quite focused, it was able to deliver a nasty surprise to the working interior of the aircraft, mainly electronics and propulsion.

The unnaturally underpowered anti-air response could be interpreted as either warning or deception, but among the karcists, some expressed the sentiment that enemy combat aircraft showing up would not be entirely unwelcome.

[Fardhin]

Dreamscape
A spine-chilling laugh was produced from the Deal-maker. "You are naught but dead, witch. Your soul is already my master's property."

His eyes glowed blue, as what was Sheyra once more turned into a dead landscape. It's surface, infested with the souls of the wicked dead; who were either wandering aimlessly, screaming, fighting each other, suffering in general; or all at once.

The Deal-maker disappears, as a great shadow rises above the landscape. Darkness clouds everything. A mighty voice echoed, not the Dealmaker's; but something else.... The voice of a god. "Once I am free, you will know who your true gods are."

Deal-maker's Room, ASP Facility, Real World
Dahkt, would feel uneasy; as if sleepy. But he would not appear to be sleepy or sleeping. His eyes, glowed with a fiery and mystic blue as his aura changed. He was stronger, faster, and had abilities far beyond that of man.

In the voice of another, he spoke as he pointed his finger at ASP 012. "Be gone husk. The matters of the gods does not concern you."

And by the power of the ancient one, a burst of what appeared to be blue flame emerged from Dahkt's finger; growing into a large vortex that would swallow up the corpse.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

/retag

[Atkemri]

The Dreamscape

'Then so be it I-" Alor was cut off by the realization that her vessel had been attacked with a energy she had not seen before. She looked the sky of the realm she was in "You will come to regret this in due time." She then turned into a mist like substance returning to her puppet

Real world

ASP 012 would be caught up in the flame vortex at first but quickly managed to escape although with heavy burning. The corpse slipped through the vents leaving charred skin leaving a trail behind him. If the Dealmaker would try and pursue ASP 012 he'd be met with it attempting to rip him out of Dahkt and consume his energy.

ASP entrance

From the sky the Karcists would see multiple VTOLs descending from the sky fully armed and if they could sense life force they would see that there were 500 people in all 10 VTOL's. There was one outlier, one that their magic couldn't tell if it was man or machine. His outward appearance was that of a machine but if could be sensed his inside was very organic and was human. This one came out of the VTOLs first, hovering in the sky "Stand down. You are committing a class A Space-Time Breach and will be captured for interrogation and experimentation. Do not struggle or else we will have to use the full extent of the ASPs resources" He stopped and hovered to the ground as the rest of the soldiers on the VTOLs roped themselves down

[Kalmaktamatarmakunta]

Entrance

"Who's coming this time?" Ovan had became rather annoyed with opponent after opponent emerging to interfere with his plans. The Red Death truly was too slow to take care of these nuisances. Nevertheless, they were to confront this episode as they would in the most efficient way possible.

"10 mechanical aircraft, typical ignorant design...a few hundred ignorants, minor hostile intent detectable."

"Well, present gifts to friends."

The organic radar easily picked up the aircraft thanks to their extreme proximity and in no time from 3 separate launchers a total of 12 organic surface-to-air missiles, which used a ramjet system and generated thrust by rapidly combusting 'food' and expelling the resultant excrement, soared into the skies and towards the ASP aircraft. The kill probability of each these missiles on hit was 90% to 95%, and had very high maneuverability in case one of the target pilots was astute enough to try to save their own lives with a few moves, not to mention the high explosive power of their warheads using a proximity fuze to detonate.

Travelling at Mach 3 and being monitored by air defence command who could also remotely order its detonation if other circumstances were encountered, prayers would do little to save the ASP operatives, since besides the low probability of surviving such a barrage after placing oneself into an excellent position for a massacre, the gods they would find solace in were all eaten by the Sarkites as part of their religion's daily routines. There would simply be no time to announce their own presence and even then that just served to convince the Sarkic troops there was to be no mercy with handling the intruders.

Any operative that failed to be incinerated or blown to pieces by catastrophic hits would find descending to the ground a difficult matter with armour-piercing rounds forming a new rainbow in the sky as they were spit out with unmatched ferocity by anti-aircraft guns. The ground patrols were also ready to break up and destroy airborne forces making landfall bit by bit, removing their combat capability, before they could even form it by gathering together following scattered descent, as usual paratrooper tactics were. Besides having frightening products of flesh-crafting magic striding with their gorilla-like gaits towards survivors ready to tear apart the incursionists with literal brute force, the Sarkic troops' mobility achieved through fast armoured vehicles allowed them to rapidly deploy, confront and reinforce against the ASP troops.

Well aware that if the enemy was indeed masterful and worthy of adversary status they would have simply used this as a ruse to detect air defence installation positions, the missile and gun batteries moved quickly to new grounds after launching enough deadly barrages for the day, while radar was only turned on for short intervals to avoid capable registration of their coordinates and also immediately moved thereafter.

[Atkemri]

Entrance

Project Q while hovering down, quickly deployed a salvo of miniature missiles from his shoulders aimed at the SAMs the Karcists had fired. However 4 of the 10 VTOLs were shot down before he could do this. Project Q, still in the air and opened fire upon the Karcists with his wrist mounted guns.

Realizing that the current battle would not be in his favor he used the built in distress signal notifying all the ASPs allies and the ASP foundation itself of the oncoming danger.

ASP 009s cell

ASP 009 had as of so far stayed dormant during the breach. His cell was open but he had no desire to leave at the moment as he had everything he needed at the moment. A Bible, and some other religious material.

He then sensed something so heretical that it made him wish to leave his cell. He walked out of his cell sword in hand and saw this thing. It was the Red Death leaving a swarm of flesh around him. This would not stand with him. He unleashed from his fingers enough lighting to power a large city into the plague hoping to eradicate it.

Once he had he'd find the heathens that released this evil upon the foundation. Maybe he'd get a few heretics on the way to them.

Reptilian hideout

The Reptilians(ASP 010) were as of now unaware of the breach going on. Until now that is. Reptilian scouts had finally found the facility and it was time for a full frontal assault. The second in command, Shrux, the famed warrior himself was coming to lead the assault. A anomaly among his species he was 8 feet tall and ludicrously strong while the rest of his species were quite the opposite.

They began tunneling immediately digging through the Earth before reaching metal. The Reptilian army had reached the facility and had breached the walls of floor 40. They quickly infested the area with their numbers climbing upwards until stopping at floor 38. From there Shrux and a few chosen Reptilians moved upward to scout and conquer.

[Greater vakolicci haven]

Mental consciousness

Their was something bothering Elder, and it wasn't the time he had been here, nor was it the size of the problem at hand: shutting up the networks that kept the ASP facility talking within itself. It was that something else, something conscious, was in here with him...and for a moment, it had been winning.
Elder felt his influence lifted from the network, felt the systems that had previously been dorment coming back to life...well, he couldn't have that. That wouldn't do one little bit. He found the other consciousness and decided to be merciful: to all but its mind, that was. As the creature thought, a clear, near-innocent, childlike voice would be heard at a rather uncomfortable volume. So uncomfortable in fact that most would wish to shield their ears from it: that would, of course be no use...the voice was in the others head.
"Good day," Elder said to the other, "I am Elder. Do you wish to dance?"

Vrone's group

Kadus watched scene unfold with some curiosity. She hadn't been firing at the ASP, as it seemed to be rather busy with the odd doll-like creature: now that that appeared to be out of the action with very little to show for it on the masked attacker however it seemed clear to the young cyborg that another tactic was required. The attacker looked, to her, like a man with a metal mask: one with certain superhuman powers for certain, but a man all the same. And Kadus was a woman who knew that she could defend herself...knew, even more so that others would know that she could defend herself...oh, and one who knew that very very few people left alive were likely to miss her if what she was about to do next got her killed. Because Kadus was also someone who believed very strongly that it was going to take a massive coordinated assault to deal with this intruder, and that if their wasn't one it'd persue them somewhat mercilessly; she didn't want that to happen. Those were the things she told herself.
Really, perhaps it was just that she knew what tended to happen to people that much of the world became scared of, and she didn't like it. Things like this facility happened to them, a lifetime of experimentation, torture and captivity. It was why her and her organisation tried to shut these places down...she just hoped this one wasn't beyond hope.
As she walked casually and confidently forward, these were the things on her mind.

"Hey," she told the creature, echoes of an odd threatening music entering the human parts of her brain. "I'm Grace. How about you?"

[Fardhin]

Mental Consciousness
"Hello Elder, though I doubt that is your true name." Said he, the Dealmaker. "You may call me the Deal-maker. Care for a cup of tea?"

Elder would find himself in the Dreamscape. A mental or spritual construct. There, in true forms; the Deal-maker sat on a chair with a cup of tea. In front of him, a table with a cup and some tea. In front of him, whatever the true form of the Elder was on a chair.

The deal-maker's form was incomprehensible, but would appear like an ordinary man to those who would not look further. No matter how far one looked, the deal-maker had blue eyes that burned like fire; no, not just blue eyes. His entire aura was that of a blue flame, perhaps that may even be his true form.

This Elder, would feel the being's incredible power surging; and not even it's whole, just the tiniest bit of a bit. The Deal-maker was ancient, older than man and older than even the universe. A god one might call him.

"I suspect you are the one who had shut down the facility. Let me tell you I have no intentions of clashing with you, just that I have made my deals with the man called 'Dahkt' in order to further my own goals. Though, I see there may be better propositions. Do you wish to deal, Elder?"