Serenity Down- IC Thread

[Chewy Rabbits]

One thug seemed to take a particular interest in the new flesh, lumbering over like a bear of sorts. Double the height of all present, the beast could not help but look down on the crew
"Well, Well, Well! If it isnt old Peetie Quilt!" He tossed his head from side to side, looking around his all too familiar environment "I dont see no big scary tree men here to fight your battles for ya, kid! So what's going to stop me pum'ling you into glue right this second?"

As the ships showed up and the cries of being responsible for someone's death came to the Xenomorph's attention, it quite frankly couldn't have cared less. What did one human's death mean to it? Beyond having one less hostile to mutilate or one less potential host to bring back to the hive. But as the light came in, the xenomorph screeched and Spike cursed under his breath. The hell was going on here?! Wesker had just been fine a minute ago and now they were being pinned for his death?! Before either alien or bounty hunter could argue any further, they'd wake up adorned in what seemed like some kind of prison attire.

"HISSSSS!!"

What had these humans done to it!? Thinking they could keep it contained in this fabric! Extending it's arm blades, the xenomorph sought to rip and tear at the uniform until there was nothing left but shredded pieces of fabric fluttering to the floor. Despite how much caution the creature may have shown while hanging around these humans, it was still a wild animal and it refused to be trapped in a cage! It had a hive to return to! To spread it's race across Outworld and eventually spawn a queen! It had no use sitting among these other species! Standing up on it's own two feet, the eight foot alien hissed and snarled at any prisoner or guard who strayed too close. The xenomorph was getting out of here! One way or another!

Spike on the other hand took his punishment a bit more in stride.

Wasn't the first time he'd seen the inside of a jail. Hopefully it'd be the last provided he didn't piss the wrong people off. But while Spike was content to lean up against the wall and think about what the hell had happened. Weren't they pulled here by the Nova Corps and now they were being accused of murder by them? Well, Spike wasn't a goody two shoes and had half a mind to cap Wesker right then and there if he didn't stop threatening the alien. But he didn't pull the trigger because Wesker restrained himself. As long as Spike's vicious murderous cash cow was in one piece? Spike wouldn't need to hurt anybody.

Which is why none of this made any sense.

"Why hire us just to toss us in the brig...?"

Ah, damn. All this thinking was really starting to get to him. He needed a smoke to calm his nerves. But as he reached for where he normally kept his cigarettes, there'd be nothing there.

"..What!? They took those too?! Oh for christ's sake..."

It was one thing to accuse him of something he knew for a fact he didn't do. It was another to take a man's personal belongings. Slamming his fist up against the wall, Spike mulled over his options. Given that this place seemed to be guarded pretty well, he doubted he could just go and muscle his way out of here. Least of all when this place might have been packing aliens even more dangerous than the one he was lugging around. Though seeing that big blue bastard lumber over gave Spike somewhat of an idea. Making his way over and stepping in front of Quill, Spike glanced up at the man.

"Yo. Big, blue, and ugly all over. See I dunno what kind of grudge you got here against this guy." Spike thumbed back to Peter. "But what I do know is that while I might not have a big tree man? I got something a whole hell of a lot meaner." It's at this point Spike realized the whistle he used to keep the xenomorph in line had been taken as well. Which didn't speak well for keeping this thing from ripping him a new one if he got under it's skin. Luckily for him, the xenomorph had noticed Spike wandering around and decided to follow the human. It was of course unaware at the moment that Spike no longer had the device that caused it so much grief. This blue being also seemed like it'd make a good potential host. If the xeno didn't have to kill it that is.

Stepping over to stand behind Spike, saliva dripped from the creature's fangs as he hissed in the brute's direction.

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[LuckycoolHawk9]

Peter Quill groaned as he listened to his lecture again. Same drunk guy as before, same shtick, oh and the exact same roommate, somebody in this universe had a sense of humor. When confronted, his first thought was to laugh because this was too damn funny. Wesker who he hated and his killer was damaged and the people who wanted their help captured them and the music was here too. Of course, he had a response to the blue thug, but Spike and the Xenomorph stopped the thug for now. I wonder if they fixed the security here or if I can use this new team to once again break, he thought. He took a deep breath and looked around and took everything in.

Cameron Goodkin had noticed something immediately, they seemed to be moving around. They had started off in the seperate Earth universe, but now they were on the same prison from The Guardians of the Galaxy movie. First Firefly, now this. Based on his guessing, they might eventually wind up back in his world but first thing was first, they couldn't say here and he paused when he took note of his room number. He was with the very quiet River Tam. Hmm . . " Are you okay?" He asked. Something just dawned on him, where had her friend gone now and what about the box? Things were starting to get messy.

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[Ringmaster]

"I hope you're happy with yourselves" A voice breaks your un-dreaming state. "Killing an Agent is some serious shit" Who was this man? Dressed like a drunken Nova, his proud blue armor inches too short, too tight and too dirty. His words stuck your ears like hammers, no matter how softly he spoke "S'pose I should welcome you to your new home! This is the Kyln! Home to the worst of the worst; you should fit in here nicely!" He sniggers, making a sound so horrid it could be mistaken for a belching pig "Think of it as a quirky summer camp, only you dont get to leave at the end of the month"

Bereft of the armor of the Shadow Guard, much would be revealed of the figure behind the mask.

He was older then most would have thought- His true age was actually forty standard years. His hair had touches of white before his time and his body revealed such as it was revealed a hard, lithe build. His expression was as devoid of emotion as the helmet he wore however and in his eyes, was the spirit of a surgeon who was considering which scalpel to use upon his next patient. He said nothing....There was nothing to say.

And things were going perfectly well as it was, insofar as he was concerned. He kept to the fringes of the prisoner groups, watching from the outside in considerate thought. Never saying a word, never interfering in whatever fights would break out.

What he did do was move out to seek whoever the equivalent of the information broker in this prison was among those captive. There was always someone willing to make deals and sell whispers.

And in order for his mission to stay on course, he was going to need a few things.
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"Well, Well, Well! If it isnt old Peetie Quilt!" He tossed his head from side to side, looking around his all too familiar environment "I dont see no big scary tree men here to fight your battles for ya, kid! So what's going to stop me pum'ling you into glue right this second?"

The Xenomorph wasn't the only one ticked off.

Being captured even by overwhelming force was a loss of personal honor. He had nothing to show for it either, the trophy he sought removed from his grasp. Ravagers sword and her skull would not be adorning his wall and these 'Nova's' were to blame. No, the Yautja Elite was not happy, not at all. And when a Yautja was unhappy, they tended to be very open about it.

Before the roar finished echoing, the Predator was already stomping forward, fists clenched as with all the force he could muster and without warning, he slammed his fist into the direction of the blue aliens ribs, seeking to break them before leaping on him in earnest and punching every soft place he could with fists that could take on a Xenomorph hand to hand.

There could only be ONE predator in the prison.

Speaking of which, so angry was he that he missed the Xenomorph entirely.

Time will tell how long that would last once this was over.


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[Thuro 116 Pendragon]

"'MISAKA?' MISAKA asks as MISAKA wakes up in a strange place."

Last Order had been having a very bad string of luck lately. First Accelerator drops off the face of the planet quite literally with Touma and MISAKA-10032 in the aftermath of the Siege of Academy City, and then Last Order was taken the scene of a bloody battle, before promptly being thrown in jail. Seriously, who the fuck throw a little kid in a jail with a gorilla and a Brit with a serious narcotics problem.

Last Night order scrambled out of the cell as quickly as possible, searching for Sissy or anyone she knew.

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[Cromartie Sarkissian]

As the ships showed up and the cries of being responsible for someone's death came to the Xenomorph's attention, it quite frankly couldn't have cared less. What did one human's death mean to it? Beyond having one less hostile to mutilate or one less potential host to bring back to the hive. But as the light came in, the xenomorph screeched and Spike cursed under his breath. The hell was going on here?! Wesker had just been fine a minute ago and now they were being pinned for his death?! Before either alien or bounty hunter could argue any further, they'd wake up adorned in what seemed like some kind of prison attire.

"HISSSSS!!"

What had these humans done to it!? Thinking they could keep it contained in this fabric! Extending it's arm blades, the xenomorph sought to rip and tear at the uniform until there was nothing left but shredded pieces of fabric fluttering to the floor. Despite how much caution the creature may have shown while hanging around these humans, it was still a wild animal and it refused to be trapped in a cage! It had a hive to return to! To spread it's race across Outworld and eventually spawn a queen! It had no use sitting among these other species! Standing up on it's own two feet, the eight foot alien hissed and snarled at any prisoner or guard who strayed too close. The xenomorph was getting out of here! One way or another!

Spike on the other hand took his punishment a bit more in stride.

Wasn't the first time he'd seen the inside of a jail. Hopefully it'd be the last provided he didn't piss the wrong people off. But while Spike was content to lean up against the wall and think about what the hell had happened. Weren't they pulled here by the Nova Corps and now they were being accused of murder by them? Well, Spike wasn't a goody two shoes and had half a mind to cap Wesker right then and there if he didn't stop threatening the alien. But he didn't pull the trigger because Wesker restrained himself. As long as Spike's vicious murderous cash cow was in one piece? Spike wouldn't need to hurt anybody.

Which is why none of this made any sense.

"Why hire us just to toss us in the brig...?"

Ah, damn. All this thinking was really starting to get to him. He needed a smoke to calm his nerves. But as he reached for where he normally kept his cigarettes, there'd be nothing there.

"..What!? They took those too?! Oh for christ's sake..."

It was one thing to accuse him of something he knew for a fact he didn't do. It was another to take a man's personal belongings. Slamming his fist up against the wall, Spike mulled over his options. Given that this place seemed to be guarded pretty well, he doubted he could just go and muscle his way out of here. Least of all when this place might have been packing aliens even more dangerous than the one he was lugging around. Though seeing that big blue bastard lumber over gave Spike somewhat of an idea. Making his way over and stepping in front of Quill, Spike glanced up at the man.

"Yo. Big, blue, and ugly all over. See I dunno what kind of grudge you got here against this guy." Spike thumbed back to Peter. "But what I do know is that while I might not have a big tree man? I got something a whole hell of a lot meaner." It's at this point Spike realized the whistle he used to keep the xenomorph in line had been taken as well. Which didn't speak well for keeping this thing from ripping him a new one if he got under it's skin. Luckily for him, the xenomorph had noticed Spike wandering around and decided to follow the human. It was of course unaware at the moment that Spike no longer had the device that caused it so much grief. This blue being also seemed like it'd make a good potential host. If the xeno didn't have to kill it that is.

Stepping over to stand behind Spike, saliva dripped from the creature's fangs as he hissed in the brute's direction.

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"Alright, alright!" The blue thug growled, pacing backwards with his palms raised in front of his torso. "Ah don't want to trouble!" This guy was far worse than the tree-man who came before him; the Xenomorph was malicious, feral, and thus in a position to give him far worse than a severed nose. There was not much point in persisting, not while the power dampeners were active anyway....​

Bereft of the armor of the Shadow Guard, much would be revealed of the figure behind the mask.

He was older then most would have thought- His true age was actually forty standard years. His hair had touches of white before his time and his body revealed such as it was revealed a hard, lithe build. His expression was as devoid of emotion as the helmet he wore however and in his eyes, was the spirit of a surgeon who was considering which scalpel to use upon his next patient. He said nothing....There was nothing to say.

And things were going perfectly well as it was, insofar as he was concerned. He kept to the fringes of the prisoner groups, watching from the outside in considerate thought. Never saying a word, never interfering in whatever fights would break out.

What he did do was move out to seek whoever the equivalent of the information broker in this prison was among those captive. There was always someone willing to make deals and sell whispers.

And in order for his mission to stay on course, he was going to need a few things.
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"Do you have what I asked for?" A voice cried, echoing at the very limit of the Sith Lord's hearing. No matter how hard the Novas had tried, even the most complex power dampeners in the galaxy could not overcome the effects of the force entirety. Blocking a warriors ability to move things with the power of their minds was one thing, but the pull of the darkside-pushing the pawns into the locations they needed to be in- was beyond anyone's control

"All but one of them- I don't feel like pushing my luck with these cops" A second voice mumbled in response to the first. The foremost had been distinctively female, yet tough and firm; this could not be said for the latter. The male speaker lacked the experience to compete with his partner- instead speaking with a more peaceful, relaxed voice.

"Just a little more, Longshot. We'll be out of here soon; just stick to the plan"​

The Xenomorph wasn't the only one ticked off.

Being captured even by overwhelming force was a loss of personal honor. He had nothing to show for it either, the trophy he sought removed from his grasp. Ravagers sword and her skull would not be adorning his wall and these 'Nova's' were to blame. No, the Yautja Elite was not happy, not at all. And when a Yautja was unhappy, they tended to be very open about it.

Before the roar finished echoing, the Predator was already stomping forward, fists clenched as with all the force he could muster and without warning, he slammed his fist into the direction of the blue aliens ribs, seeking to break them before leaping on him in earnest and punching every soft place he could with fists that could take on a Xenomorph hand to hand.

There could only be ONE predator in the prison.

Speaking of which, so angry was he that he missed the Xenomorph entirely.

Time will tell how long that would last once this was over.


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"GHAHH" The creature let out a terrifying scream, falling back at the first sign of physical opposition. Even without his armor and abilities, the Predator was still one of the most powerful creatures in the prison, shattering the blue aliens bones with ease. The follow up strikes were not so successful. The beast's raw weight was enough to allow it to remain standing after the first strike, despite its pain, and the sheer muscle/fat mass it carried lessened its number of weak spots

That does not go to say the Blue Thug was not on the verge of tears

"You...You...You!" His vocabulary didn't serve him too well in time of need, rendering him unable to form a decent reply​

"'MISAKA?' MISAKA asks as MISAKA wakes up in a strange place."

Last Order had been having a very bad string of luck lately. First Accelerator drops off the face of the planet quite literally with Touma and MISAKA-10032 in the aftermath of the Siege of Academy City, and then Last Order was taken the scene of a bloody battle, before promptly being thrown in jail. Seriously, who the fuck throw a little kid in a jail with a gorilla and a Brit with a serious narcotics problem.

Last Night order scrambled out of the cell as quickly as possible, searching for Sissy or anyone she knew.

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Count Vertigo simply raised his hand forward towards the fleeing girl, as if he were willing to shake hers
"There I was thinking we were going to be friends"

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Last Order- @Thuro 116 Pendragon
River Tam @CookieMonster
Peter Quill/ Starlord and Cameron Goodkin @LuckycoolHawk9
Kiande Thei-de and Shaitan @Ringmaster
Spike Spiegel and a Xenomorph @T.O.M
Mikoto Misaka and Misaki Shokuhou @Verite
Battler Ushiromiya @Gibbons
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[COLOR=#ffff00][S]Albert Wesker-[/S][COLOR=#ffffff] Murdered by Isabelle[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#ffff00][S]Isabelle Rocheve[/S]- [COLOR=#ffffff]Murdered by Novas[/COLOR][/COLOR]

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[Gibbons]

The death of Wesker, the sudden transportation to some sort of jail facility for supposedly killing him, all of this was one hell of a set-up. They'd have to prove their innocence or break out, whichever proved to be easier, since Battler wasn't planning to stay locked up here for long. He'd had his fill of being trapped in a locked room. Not wanting to stay in his cell, he made his way out with everyone else.

With his clothes replaced with this shitty prison uniforms, Battler wasn't exactly happy either. He could easily recreate his outfit with his magic, but that'd be pretty suspicious to be the only one dressed differently in a prison. He wasn't that stupid. As the blue alien approached them, the sorcerer could only give a grim smile as he backed off from the Xenomorph. Seemed the little bastard would serve some sort of purpose here. A little scare tactic was a good idea here, where people might try to attack them for no reason in particular. Inmates couldn't be trusted until proven otherwise, probably.

Though as the Yautja went to town on the speech-impaired blue one, Battler tried to step in from the side and separate the two.

"Hey, hey, isn't that enough, you two? We already know who won, there's no need to get any more worked up about this," he said, trying to pacify both sides. If they actually committed a crime this time, that wouldn't exactly take them places in terms of proving their innocence. Speaking of which, how had they been arrested with no evidence or even any questioning before going straight to jail? Well, whatever. Whatever was in store for them, there was no way it'd be harder than Beato's game.

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[Thuro 116 Pendragon]

Count Vertigo simply raised his hand forward towards the fleeing girl, as if he were willing to shake hers
"There I was thinking we were going to be friends"

Last Order wasn't having none of that shit. She was a pretty sharp kid, and knew that if anybody in here wasn't from her party, then she should probably stay away from them. This was a prison, and they were probably all in here for a reason. Except for them.

Well...

Maybe the guy in the trenchcoat wasn't so bad. Maybe he'd just had a string of bad luck that'd led them here.

Slowly, Last Order turned back towards the Count, tentatively looking up at him. "'Why are you in here?' MISAKA asks as MISAKA tries to be brave."

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[Ringmaster]

"Do you have what I asked for?" A voice cried, echoing at the very limit of the Sith Lord's hearing. No matter how hard the Novas had tried, even the most complex power dampeners in the galaxy could not overcome the effects of the force entirety. Blocking a warriors ability to move things with the power of their minds was one thing, but the pull of the darkside-pushing the pawns into the locations they needed to be in- was beyond anyone's control

"All but one of them- I don't feel like pushing my luck with these cops" A second voice mumbled in response to the first. The foremost had been distinctively female, yet tough and firm; this could not be said for the latter. The male speaker lacked the experience to compete with his partner- instead speaking with a more peaceful, relaxed voice.

"Just a little more, Longshot. We'll be out of here soon; just stick to the plan"

"An interesting group to be sure."

Bereft of the synthesizer that distorted his voice, the Shadow Guards natural one was darkly seductive, with a hint of smoke and mirrors. A faint undertone of curiosity would tinge it however, as he leaned against the bulkhead and gave off the impression of an orange, carnivorous flamingo as he held himself very still and stared at the two talking. Eyes with the patience of a crocodile assessed the two of them as he continued.

"But if its escape you want, perhaps we might be able to help each other?"
​

"GHAHH" The creature let out a terrifying scream, falling back at the first sign of physical opposition. Even without his armor and abilities, the Predator was still one of the most powerful creatures in the prison, shattering the blue aliens bones with ease. The follow up strikes were not so successful. The beast's raw weight was enough to allow it to remain standing after the first strike, despite its pain, and the sheer muscle/fat mass it carried lessened its number of weak spots

That does not go to say the Blue Thug was not on the verge of tears

"You...You...You!" His vocabulary didn't serve him too well in time of need, rendering him unable to form a decent reply

The death of Wesker, the sudden transportation to some sort of jail facility for supposedly killing him, all of this was one hell of a set-up. They'd have to prove their innocence or break out, whichever proved to be easier, since Battler wasn't planning to stay locked up here for long. He'd had his fill of being trapped in a locked room. Not wanting to stay in his cell, he made his way out with everyone else.

With his clothes replaced with this shitty prison uniforms, Battler wasn't exactly happy either. He could easily recreate his outfit with his magic, but that'd be pretty suspicious to be the only one dressed differently in a prison. He wasn't that stupid. As the blue alien approached them, the sorcerer could only give a grim smile as he backed off from the Xenomorph. Seemed the little bastard would serve some sort of purpose here. A little scare tactic was a good idea here, where people might try to attack them for no reason in particular. Inmates couldn't be trusted until proven otherwise, probably.

Though as the Yautja went to town on the speech-impaired blue one, Battler tried to step in from the side and separate the two.

"Hey, hey, isn't that enough, you two? We already know who won, there's no need to get any more worked up about this," he said, trying to pacify both sides. If they actually committed a crime this time, that wouldn't exactly take them places in terms of proving their innocence. Speaking of which, how had they been arrested with no evidence or even any questioning before going straight to jail? Well, whatever. Whatever was in store for them, there was no way it'd be harder than Beato's game.

The Yautja, even in the midst of his bloodlust recognized Battler from before.

Which was why when he tried to separate them, a hand as seemingly big as a frying pan gripped Battler's shoulder firmly as he slowly pushed him away to the side with frightening strength. Back to looking at Blue, Spectre sneered in a way that managed to get his meaning across as he roared to the watching prisoners. in a rough and savage tone.

"MESS WITH US.... I KILL YOU!"

Not the most succinct, but it had that certain something.

Only then did he turn away and once everyone went back to their own thing did he growl to Battler....In perfectly concise, understandable English in sharp contrast to his prior speech. And of all things, with what appeared to be a Irish brogue.

"Dominance is the only language prisoners understan'. A show of force now, prevents an unworthy fight later."

He fixed his gaze on the Xenomorph and snarled quietly, hands clenching into fists.

"Though there is something to be said for violence in firm application now. We hadn't met, had we Ooman? Call me Spectre...Its easier then my true name."

Just goes to show I suppose.

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[LuckycoolHawk9]

Peter Quill looked at the xenomorph and smiled. " Thanks for that," he said to him and Spike as he wondered what they could do to get out of here. He could probably make another plan, but first he needed to get everyone together and they also needed to retrieve those weapons too.

Cameron waited for River to respond.

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[Gibbons]

Battler didn't react too much to being pushed away, even with such strength and ridiculously sized hands. The goat servants were similar in size and strength so he'd been through worse. Though, he was somewhat taken aback by the Spectre's sudden change in speech pattern. Still, he'd witnessed stranger shifts in personality, so he wasn't totally blindsided by it. Still, "Ooman?" Certainly interesting.

"Spectre, huh? Then call me Battler. Still, I understand that strategy, even if I don't really like it. I wouldn't stop you just for that. But don't go too far, or we'll just get into even deeper shit. Besides, corner a rat too hard and it might bite back, right? You gotta corner it just enough to make it give up, but not so much that it has no options left, right? Ihihihi!" he added lightheartedly at the end. Whether they shared the same methods or not, they were allies, at least for now, so he didn't want to leave the impression that he was disagreeable.

The Yautja's glance at the Xenomorph didn't escape his notice. It seemed there was some animosity towards the animal, not that Battler could really blame him. He didn't want much to do with a creature like that himself. Still, he couldn't very well have their team break apart just because of something like that which meant he had to keep his attention for now. Perhaps the simple conversation would be enough.

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[Cromartie Sarkissian]

The death of Wesker, the sudden transportation to some sort of jail facility for supposedly killing him, all of this was one hell of a set-up. They'd have to prove their innocence or break out, whichever proved to be easier, since Battler wasn't planning to stay locked up here for long. He'd had his fill of being trapped in a locked room. Not wanting to stay in his cell, he made his way out with everyone else.

With his clothes replaced with this shitty prison uniforms, Battler wasn't exactly happy either. He could easily recreate his outfit with his magic, but that'd be pretty suspicious to be the only one dressed differently in a prison. He wasn't that stupid. As the blue alien approached them, the sorcerer could only give a grim smile as he backed off from the Xenomorph. Seemed the little bastard would serve some sort of purpose here. A little scare tactic was a good idea here, where people might try to attack them for no reason in particular. Inmates couldn't be trusted until proven otherwise, probably.

Though as the Yautja went to town on the speech-impaired blue one, Battler tried to step in from the side and separate the two.

"Hey, hey, isn't that enough, you two? We already know who won, there's no need to get any more worked up about this," he said, trying to pacify both sides. If they actually committed a crime this time, that wouldn't exactly take them places in terms of proving their innocence. Speaking of which, how had they been arrested with no evidence or even any questioning before going straight to jail? Well, whatever. Whatever was in store for them, there was no way it'd be harder than Beato's game.

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"Y-yeah! Ya right, I can take you all on..." Perhaps things were finally starting to deescalate; perhaps the blue thug was going to survive his sentence after all. But there was no harm in making sure of that...time to sweeten the deal
"O'ay, ah get it now...ya tough" His words stumbled from his slips like stones from a cliff edge, slow and uneven. He had to choose his words carefully; the two creatures seemed to be getting along, and if he made even one wrong move, they could both tag-team him.
"The boss could use people like" A sudden hush entered his voice "We all could. Battler, Yooyar, wasnt it? He would you two lark to get otta her alive?"​

Last Order wasn't having none of that shit. She was a pretty sharp kid, and knew that if anybody in here wasn't from her party, then she should probably stay away from them. This was a prison, and they were probably all in here for a reason. Except for them.

Well...

Maybe the guy in the trenchcoat wasn't so bad. Maybe he'd just had a string of bad luck that'd led them here.

Slowly, Last Order turned back towards the Count, tentatively looking up at him. "'Why are you in here?' MISAKA asks as MISAKA tries to be brave."

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A sinister grin crawled across the count's face

"Well, aren't you straight-to-the-point!" His arms few out beside him as he took a mock bow "I am the Count; haven't you heard of me before? Let's just say...I was royalty!" Does it count if you just call yourself 'Count', despite having no monarchy connections? To him it did "And I had a marvelous empire" Drug Empire "But the Novas got jealous and tried to move me out of power...that and some twit dressed up as robin hood"​

"An interesting group to be sure."

Bereft of the synthesizer that distorted his voice, the Shadow Guards natural one was darkly seductive, with a hint of smoke and mirrors. A faint undertone of curiosity would tinge it however, as he leaned against the bulkhead and gave off the impression of an orange, carnivorous flamingo as he held himself very still and stared at the two talking. Eyes with the patience of a crocodile assessed the two of them as he continued.

"But if its escape you want, perhaps we might be able to help each other?"
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The woman stepped out from the shadows, her partner close behind. She was a average height, dark haired and pale skinned. She appeared to be stronger than most, with several large tears find their way into her uniform, revealing dozens of bullet scars. Her stare was enough to strike the Sith down where he stood
"Why should we believe you?" She muttered through gritted teeth; she new that if Longshot didn't keep his mouth shut something like this would happen

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[Ringmaster]

Battler didn't react too much to being pushed away, even with such strength and ridiculously sized hands. The goat servants were similar in size and strength so he'd been through worse. Though, he was somewhat taken aback by the Spectre's sudden change in speech pattern. Still, he'd witnessed stranger shifts in personality, so he wasn't totally blindsided by it. Still, "Ooman?" Certainly interesting.

"Spectre, huh? Then call me Battler. Still, I understand that strategy, even if I don't really like it. I wouldn't stop you just for that. But don't go too far, or we'll just get into even deeper shit. Besides, corner a rat too hard and it might bite back, right? You gotta corner it just enough to make it give up, but not so much that it has no options left, right? Ihihihi!" he added lightheartedly at the end. Whether they shared the same methods or not, they were allies, at least for now, so he didn't want to leave the impression that he was disagreeable.

The Yautja's glance at the Xenomorph didn't escape his notice. It seemed there was some animosity towards the animal, not that Battler could really blame him. He didn't want much to do with a creature like that himself. Still, he couldn't very well have their team break apart just because of something like that which meant he had to keep his attention for now. Perhaps the simple conversation would be enough.

@Ringmaster @T.O.M. @Cromartie Sarkissian

"Boy, I've hunted creatures like tha'-"

Spectre nodded to the Xenomorph.

"-an' others nawt as fancy for eight hundred of your races years. Daenna be teaching me how to hunt an' stalk prey."

The mandibles clicked in what Battler and those watching near him realized to be laughter.

"An' if tha' don't take the mick! I near forgot about my lost trophy! Pity, woulda been a sight over the door."

"Y-yeah! Ya right, I can take you all on..." Perhaps things were finally starting to deescalate; perhaps the blue thug was going to survive his sentence after all. But there was no harm in making sure of that...time to sweeten the deal
"O'ay, ah get it now...ya tough" His words stumbled from his slips like stones from a cliff edge, slow and uneven. He had to choose his words carefully; the two creatures seemed to be getting along, and if he made even one wrong move, they could both tag-team him.
"The boss could use people like" A sudden hush entered his voice "We all could. Battler, Yooyar, wasnt it? He would you two lark to get otta her alive?"

The genial nature vanished, Spectre growling as he spun and faced the other rising to his 7'3 height. In harsher, gutteral tones(which the others realized was as much an act as others) he snarled.

"Lie and I take your head! Explain!"

@Gibbons @T.O.M. @Cromartie Sarkissian

The woman stepped out from the shadows, her partner close behind. She was a average height, dark haired and pale skinned. She appeared to be stronger than most, with several large tears find their way into her uniform, revealing dozens of bullet scars. Her stare was enough to strike the Sith down where he stood

"Why should we believe you?" She muttered through gritted teeth; she new that if Longshot didn't keep his mouth shut something like this would happen

"Believe whatever you wish. You stand a better chance with me and my resources then without..."

His voice trailed off as he cocked his head to listen to the screams and roars.

"And I think your plan would succeed with more, yes?"

 

[Thuro 116 Pendragon]

A sinister grin crawled across the count's face

"Well, aren't you straight-to-the-point!" His arms few out beside him as he took a mock bow "I am the Count; haven't you heard of me before? Let's just say...I was royalty!" Does it count if you just call yourself 'Count', despite having no monarchy connections? To him it did "And I had a marvelous empire" Drug Empire "But the Novas got jealous and tried to move me out of power...that and some twit dressed up as robin hood"

"'MISAKA has never heard of you before. MISAKA has to add that she also has never been to England, so MISAKA's lack of recognition is not surprising.' MISAKA says as MISAKA grows more confident in the presence of this new man."

Last Order was making the simple childhood mistake of trusting the wrong person, largely brought on by the influence of her 'big brother', the pyschopathic Accelerator. He had had some small spark of goodness inside him, way down deep, leading Last Order to have the very incorrect impression that every bad person was the same way. She was oh so very wrong.

"'Can you help MISAKA find her group? We got separated on the way here, and MISAKA doesn't want to be alone in this bad place.' MISAKA asks as MISAKA tries to enlist the man's help."

@Cromartie Sarkissian​

 

[Chewy Rabbits]

"Alright, alright!" The blue thug growled, pacing backwards with his palms raised in front of his torso. "Ah don't want to trouble!" This guy was far worse than the tree-man who came before him; the Xenomorph was malicious, feral, and thus in a position to give him far worse than a severed nose. There was not much point in persisting, not while the power dampeners were active anyway....

"Heeey, you got some brains in that big blue head of yours after all, huh?" Spike taunted as he playfully patted the creature on it's cheek. To be honest, Spike was just glad the oaf hadn't called his bluff. Spike didn't have any more control over the Xenomorph than he did. That and it probably wouldn't have turned out too well if this thing started tearing everybody limb from limb. Spike had no doubt in his mind that they were likely gonna have to attempt a break out on some level. They wouldn't get very far however if the prison sent it's absolute best to swarm them. Spike didn't know about the others but two aliens, some guy who specialized in magic or whatever, and some other folks? Not that he was afraid of dying. But avoiding it from becoming a possibility? That'd always be nice.

"Yeah, don't worry. Keep thinking like that and maybe my pet here won't chew your face off."

Normally, Spike absolutely loathed pets. But having one on your side that stood eight feet fall, had highly pressurized acid blood, and razor sharp teeth/claws AND armblades? Didn't seem like such a bad deal in the grand scheme of things. That was of course provided Spike kept this thing from disemboweling him if he pissed it off.
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"GHAHH" The creature let out a terrifying scream, falling back at the first sign of physical opposition. Even without his armor and abilities, the Predator was still one of the most powerful creatures in the prison, shattering the blue aliens bones with ease. The follow up strikes were not so successful. The beast's raw weight was enough to allow it to remain standing after the first strike, despite its pain, and the sheer muscle/fat mass it carried lessened its number of weak spots

That does not go to say the Blue Thug was not on the verge of tears

"You...You...You!" His vocabulary didn't serve him too well in time of need, rendering him unable to form a decent reply

Despite how he may have acted elsewhere, Spike wasn't that big a fan of tactics like this. The way it was done almost resembled a bully picking on a weaker kid during recess. Given how easily the blue guy went down when this ugly looking thing began to pound away at him. Clearly unafraid of the Predator, Spike cracked his knuckles and began to step forward.

"Hey, the guy's an idiot. But he's a harmless idiot. How's about you take a few feet back and put the fists down-"

Before Spike had to risk getting into hand to hand combat with this thing, Battler tried to help cool things down. At least someone else here was trying to keep their cool. But Spike wasn't out of the woods yet as the Predator shot a look the Xenomorph's way and the alien didn't take too kindly to the glance. Extending it's arm blades, the creature stomped forward and extended it's inner mouth with it's intent clear. If this creature wanted to pose itself as a threat then the Xenomorph would happily oblige it. Not wanting to see his cash cow get it's rear handed to it, Spike stood in front of the xeno and propped a hand onto it's chest and looked it straight in the face.

"Hisss...."

"Yeah, yeah hiss this hiss that. I don't wanna hear about it. You wanna get out of here as much as I do yeah? So, why don't you calm down and see that this thing ain't worth your time. It's not worth any of our time for you two to start clawing eachother to pieces. So, just take a breather alright?"

Spike's face could have been seen reflecting off the Xeno's face-plate. But it slowly dawned upon the Xenomorph that Spike didn't possess the instrument that had brought the Xeno so much pain. He would have likely pulled it out and used it instead of confronting the creature directly. What the human said did have some lingering aspects of truth to it. While it was surrounded by potential hostilites, picking a fight with one of the most dangerous ones didn't seem too strategic. But the xenomorph still had no inclinations of letting Spike get the impression of being able to order it around. Reaching forward and gripping Spike by the collar of his uniform, it sought to hurl Spike across the room.

Smashing into the wall with a loud thud, Spike slid down and clutched at his shoulder. Yeah, he'd probably have to twist that back into it's socket. But at least the xenomorph and predator weren't ripping eachother limb from limb?
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"Boy, I've hunted creatures like tha'-"

Spectre nodded to the Xenomorph.

"HISSS!!!"


The Xeno's tail smashed upon the floor to show off it's irritation. This creature implied that it hunted more of it's ilk? Perhaps once this was all settled and done, it'd take this creature back to the hive. it'd be the first of the potential hosts to get a facehugger attached to it. But this wasn't the place nor the time for it to make it's move. Sheathing it's arm blades, it gave an almost challenging hiss in Spectre's direction before it made it's way off to crawl atop the wall. All while walking past Spike who forcefully managed to re-locate his shoulderr. Though not without a little pain on his part.

"God..Damn! That hurt.."

Slowly staggering to his feet, Spike glanced up at the Xenomorph. Well, it clearly wasn't in the mood for taking orders from him now that it'd seen he no longer had power over it. He supposed now he was curious to see how long it took until someone got into some kind of fight with the xenomorph and what would be left of the loser.

@Gibbons @Ringmaster @Cromartie Sarkissian
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[Ringmaster]

"HISSS!!!"

"Bugger off." : |
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"God..Damn! That hurt.."

Spectre approached and lifted up Spike, the intent behind it to help him to his feet.

"You got balls Ooman so I'm going t'share this for free. Never touch a Yautja unless yer prepared to lose that hand."​

 

[LuckycoolHawk9]

Cameron looked around as he tried to figure out how to get out of this cage and get back to the rest of the group too.

" I have been here before, if they haven't changed it, I know exactly where they are keeping all of our little toys," Peter said, addressing the ones in his group around him. He couldn't do much more besides that.

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@CookieMonster
@Ringmaster
@T.O.M.
@Verite
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[Cromartie Sarkissian]

"Boy, I've hunted creatures like tha'-"

Spectre nodded to the Xenomorph.

"-an' others nawt as fancy for eight hundred of your races years. Daenna be teaching me how to hunt an' stalk prey."

The mandibles clicked in what Battler and those watching near him realized to be laughter.

"An' if tha' don't take the mick! I near forgot about my lost trophy! Pity, woulda been a sight over the door."



The genial nature vanished, Spectre growling as he spun and faced the other rising to his 7'3 height. In harsher, gutteral tones(which the others realized was as much an act as others) he snarled.

"Lie and I take your head! Explain!"

"S-s-ure thing! The boss is right through here" The blue thug gestured towards the cells, more specifically Beta 12. "Follow meh, an' ah might be able to get you on 'er good side" The lumbering oaf slowly made his way across the prison floor, only coming to at a large service lift. Turning back to the group with a look of urgency, he continued "But one more thing; when you're in with the boss, don't mention her kid. Believe me when ah tell ya; she aint gonna show mercy to ya if ya bring up the kid"​

"Believe whatever you wish. You stand a better chance with me and my resources then without..."

His voice trailed off as he cocked his head to listen to the screams and roars.

"And I think your plan would succeed with more, yes?"

Sarah stared intensely at the Sith Lord that stood before her. He was right, undeniably so. Every asset was a useful asset, and this man...he seemed...different. The aura he was giving off was a great contrast to that of the usual scum who wandered the halls of the Kyln; he lacked the filth and the stench that plagued the prison. There was no doubting this man's intentions
"You're right..."
Her words trailed off into the distance; secrecy was impeccable
"You sure about this, Connor?" Longshot whispered, leaning towards Sarah's ear. All the luck in the word wasn't enough to make the mutant careless- even he knew that survial in here was built upon the same princibles as out there- trust and skill. The lattermost was hard to come by nowadays, and he wasn't willing to give his out at the drop of the hat
"We both want the same thing; to escape. I think that'll be enough to keep whoever this guy is inline" Her tone raised as she paced towards the Sith Lord. "Okay, soldier. Tell us what you can do---"
"Because something tells me those power dampeners will fail just as we need to escape..."
If he'd be so lucky...

"'MISAKA has never heard of you before. MISAKA has to add that she also has never been to England, so MISAKA's lack of recognition is not surprising.' MISAKA says as MISAKA grows more confident in the presence of this new man."

Last Order was making the simple childhood mistake of trusting the wrong person, largely brought on by the influence of her 'big brother', the pyschopathic Accelerator. He had had some small spark of goodness inside him, way down deep, leading Last Order to have the very incorrect impression that every bad person was the same way. She was oh so very wrong.

"'Can you help MISAKA find her group? We got separated on the way here, and MISAKA doesn't want to be alone in this bad place.' MISAKA asks as MISAKA tries to enlist the man's help."

@Cromartie Sarkissian​

Good...the child was actually buying into what he was saying... "Of course I can, M'dear! The Count can do anything he wishes..." This kid must have done some serious shit to be put behind bars with people like him- undoubtedly packing some serious powers too. She would undoubtedly be of use when his group tried to escape...
"I know some lovely people who could help you find your friends now, Ms.Misaka" A sinister grin crawled across his face as he spoke in a pitcher higher than usual- the kind one would expect to use with a child "They are also in here because of the Big Bad Novas; they want out just as bad as you do...would you like to help us?"

 

[Ringmaster]

Sarah stared intensely at the Sith Lord that stood before her. He was right, undeniably so. Every asset was a useful asset, and this man...he seemed...different. The aura he was giving off was a great contrast to that of the usual scum who wandered the halls of the Kyln; he lacked the filth and the stench that plagued the prison. There was no doubting this man's intentions
"You're right..."
Her words trailed off into the distance; secrecy was impeccable
"You sure about this, Connor?" Longshot whispered, leaning towards Sarah's ear. All the luck in the word wasn't enough to make the mutant careless- even he knew that survial in here was built upon the same princibles as out there- trust and skill. The lattermost was hard to come by nowadays, and he wasn't willing to give his out at the drop of the hat
"We both want the same thing; to escape. I think that'll be enough to keep whoever this guy is inline" Her tone raised as she paced towards the Sith Lord. "Okay, soldier. Tell us what you can do---"
"Because something tells me those power dampeners will fail just as we need to escape..."
If he'd be so lucky...

"How much do the lives of the prisoners here mean to you?"

He asked with one eyebrow cocked as he waited for her answer.

He had a plan....
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"S-s-ure thing! The boss is right through here" The blue thug gestured towards the cells, more specifically Beta 12. "Follow meh, an' ah might be able to get you on 'er good side" The lumbering oaf slowly made his way across the prison floor, only coming to at a large service lift. Turning back to the group with a look of urgency, he continued "But one more thing; when you're in with the boss, don't mention her kid. Believe me when ah tell ya; she aint gonna show mercy to ya if ya bring up the kid"

Spectre sneered as he followed along.

@Gibbons @T.O.M. @Cromartie Sarkissian​

 

[Thuro 116 Pendragon]

Good...the child was actually buying into what he was saying... "Of course I can, M'dear! The Count can do anything he wishes..." This kid must have done some serious shit to be put behind bars with people like him- undoubtedly packing some serious powers too. She would undoubtedly be of use when his group tried to escape...
"I know some lovely people who could help you find your friends now, Ms.Misaka" A sinister grin crawled across his face as he spoke in a pitcher higher than usual- the kind one would expect to use with a child "They are also in here because of the Big Bad Novas; they want out just as bad as you do...would you like to help us?"

Last Order thought over for a moment, considering. The Count was strange but ultimately didn't seem like a threat, more eccentric than anything else. Not half not half as bad as the people that ran Academy City.

"'MISAKA will help.' MISAKA declares proudly as-..."

"The kid's not going anywhere." A voice from the shadows declared. the voice having a tinge of madness in it, of scary things best left unsaid. Last Order immediately felt afraid, a feeling that was not eased as the sound of a tapping cane aaccompanied a figure into the cell. It was a strong looking man with dark tousled hair and a shit eating smirk on his face. He was leaning on a piece of piping that he'd probably traded for inside the prison, and had a brace on his right leg.

"Why don't you run back to Sesame Street and stop being a pedobear, Count."

Last Order stomped her foot in frustration, despite her consternation at the ominious nature of this man.

"'MISAKA doesn't want your interference. The Count is going to help MISAKA find her friends.' MISAKA says as MISAKA tries to assert herself."

The man held up a hand, unimpressed. "Stow it Missy. The Count isn't interested in being friends. So what'll it be Big Bird?"

"Do you want to tangle with the Wildcard?"
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[LuckycoolHawk9]

Cameron quickly realized that the jail cell was open when he accidently leaned on it and it opened. He walked out and heard voices and went to follow them. It seemed that where some people about escape and they seemed to be determined about it. One of these people was Sarah Connor from the Terminator and he leaned against the wall, trying to be stealthy to overhear the conversation.

@Cromartie Sarkissian

Peter Quill needed to find the rest of his friends and he kept walking until he came across a familiar face. It was the girl who had decided that he was her older brother. " Last Order," he called, approaching the cage,wondering who the other guy was.

@Thuro 116 Pendragon