The Evrensel Confict -- Prologue: Chapter 1-- The Only Easy Day was Yesterday

[Yoru]

Sonic

Let's rewind a bit there. So after being transported to a paradisiac island and avoiding to be squished by said island and a truck. Now our group was attacked by humans. That's a little sad too say but this time Sonic was too slow. Being flashed banged then in a coughing fit. Running was the last thing that sonic had in mind as well. With the lacrymo burning his eyes,he could have run over one of his allies. Plus no killing was kind of a rule when being a hero.

Then he felt the sting of an electric shock. Ok scratch that a tidal wave of pain. He felt stuck, encased in his own body, he wanted to move but he coudn't then a shock in the back of the head and sweet darkness.

The sound of something irritatingly high and close was bringing him back to the living world. And the pain.

-Oww did somebody happens to take the plate number of the death egg robot that ran over me?

-Well at least ya don't have ta freakin twist yourself to not look like a freakin cactus!

Huh this voice... and this slang... He didn't feel better hearing it, even worse his headache was getting stronger.

-Huh... what happened...

-You are freaking stabbing me that's what!

-Oh yeah... Sorry!

He started moving but felt that his upper body was heavily restrained.

-Huh... What the?

He swore he could feel her rolling her eyes.

-Man! For a fast porcupine, you sure are slow.

-It's hedgehog!

-Whatever.

The blue blur sighed.Prickling the red haired incidentally.

-I swear! As soon as I'm outta here, am gonna kick you into next week.

It was kinda hard being the reasonnable one, when the unreasonable one was cussing up a storm. He looked around him, not without scratching the unsufferable red hair with a smirk.

So they were in a kind of ship and well they lloked like monster ready to be sold in a circus. Hmm weren't they a little bit more. Well he wondered what... Suddenly he yelped in pain feeling something, really, really painful in the shin.

-Not so funny when you are on the receiving side heh!

All right that was it!

-Now you gonna get it!

-Bring it on blue rat!
***
Seriously did she ever know when to give up. They finally landed on the ground, and his legs were numb for all the kicks he received. Well you should see what he did to her.

Then there was big baddie who was acting as a... well a baddie what else.

-Nice place! However I've seen better service. Not gonna give you a lot of star when I'll be home.

He was then escorted toward his cell. In a lab.


-Wow, the vip room! How nice! Can I have the view on the beach?No? Not even if i say please?

Finally he was put in a big cage with a kind of impervious glass. And he wasn't alone. There was a pink guy. And the demon thingy who was friendly.

-Hey buddy. Nice to see you again. Oh and nice to meet you too pink guy. Name's sonic. Any plan to get out of here? Not that I don't like the place. But you know got places to be. I'm a busy hedgehog.
***

Ranma

So she just landed in big boy arms. Not gonna interpret thing here. She jumped backward just because she didn't want to stay hanging here. Not because his eyes were of any interests. Yeah she just wanted to... wash her feets. In the icy cold water yeah. Good ol' freezing water.

So when hell started happening it was a welcome change. Well the flashbang and the lacrymo weren't but she was a martial artist. No way such feeble things would stop her to take names and kick ass. She then felt a prickling feeling before being hit by lightning. It was as intense as being rained upon by a Ryoga flurry of punch at amaguriken speed. She coughed smoke and fell on the ground twitching, her pigtail scorched.

-You bastards....

She was then knocked uncounscious.

She woke up feeling like being turned into a living target for Mousse Hidden weapon style. That and her head felt like being danced upon by a drunk panda and hit by akane for good measure.

-Yeowch! That's it Duck boy... I'm gonna turn you into yaki... tori?

Well she could feel two things one she was restrained... two she was in a kinda spaceship with all this weirdo and the angel lady chained up. Some comically. Oh yeah one last thing. Someting was prickling her back!

-I swear whoever does that, as soon as I'm free you will regret it!

Another prickling sensation.

-Damn it!

She was bending as much as she could to avoid the prickling sensation. She then heard snoring.

It didn't take long for her to figure that she was tied to the blue porcupine. Well it was a no brainer guy was talking in his sleep. Too bad for him, she didn't want to be turned into a shish kabob.

-Hey pstt! Houhou! Wake up! Jerry, Larry, Whatever your name wakey wakey! It's time to wake up houhou! ARE YOU GONNA OPEN YOU FREAKIN' EYES!

He finally started moving. See nothing like her sweet caring voice to wake the heaviest sleeper.

-Oww did somebody happens to take the plate number of the death egg robot that ran over me?

-Well at least ya don't have ta freakin twist yourself to not look like a freakin cactus!

Man she was one patient guy, but all this prickling was annoying as hell.

-Huh... what happened...

-You are freaking stabbing me that's what!

-Oh yeah... Sorry!

She felt him moving a bit. And then yeah he was pretty much chained up. Like everyone here.

-Huh... What the?

-Man! For a fast porcupine, you sure are slow.

-It's hedgehog!

-Whatever.

He then prickled her again, ok now he was asking for it!

-I swear! As soon as I'm outta here, am gonna kick you into next week.

She also let out a storm of cursed word linked to eating, stuffing, breaking and he prickled her.

Ok no more mr nice Ranma. If he wanted a beating. She was gonna open a nice can of ass whoopin, right here, right now. While standing and bending backward she delivered him an inverted dropkick.

His yelp was music to her ears.

-Not so funny when you are on the receiving side heh!

-Now you gonna get it!

-Bring it on blue rat!

As if being restrained would stop her fighting. Everything was training. Well today she would beat some blue ass.
***

A frazzled red hair was being escorted to a lab cell. Not without saying.

-Get back here I ain't finished with ya! Ya blue pest!

To the departing hedgehog. Hah she sure showed him. Well her back looked like a cactus, but that was a small price to pay. She didn't pay any attention to her surrounding. Being a little dazed by the squabble.

Then she was in a cage. Well she would be out in no time there was no cage that could keep Ranma Saotome. She then heard some noise behind her.

-Whaddaya AAAAAAAH CAT!

She jumped and tried clinging on the celling. Unfortunately her upper body was still encased. So she landed face first before running screaming and hitting against the glass cell repeatedly.

-Lemmego!Lemmego!Lemmego!

The creature from hell was itching closer. She was trapped! Not the pit daddy! She could feel their glowing eyes. Their caws tearing her, their teeth biting. Clawing and biting. Biting and clawing.

She was huddled against the glass of the cell trying to get as far away as she could. And here she was with her red slitted eyes with the smell of blood, her tail dancing menacingly.

-S-stay away from me!

Her voice was a whisper. One last desperate attempt to protect her flesh. Soon she would attack and bite her, claw her to shred!


"Does anyone know any healing spells?"

-Spell? Are you a c-c-cat demon or sumthin'


"I can't see or hear. My eyes and ears were damaged in the flashbang."

Damn her! Damn her to the deepest hell. Using her code against her. A martial artist always helped those in need. Ok Ranma deep breath she...she is not a c...c...c..cat demon from hell! She is just a normal girl... with f... felines attributes who need help.

-O... okay... that better not be a trick or else...

She started approaching precautionausly the girl in need... from hell. As if she would jump on her... cause she would. Little by little she was ambling closer a fleeing instinct was cranked to the max.

-O... okay... I'm here now! I'm gonna take your hand so don't try and... a...attack me.

She started breathing walking toward her then in circle just mentally preparing. Come on ranma... be a man dammit! She closed her eyes and took her hand.

Anything goes!

 

[Epiphany]

@AIM Leader Wade
When the Doctor woke up, it took more than a minute for his brain to process what'd happened. He'd been in a frozen mall, no? No. There was an island. And water. But then back in the mall, with the water. And then soldiers, shotguns. Possibly. With his Sonic Screwdriver, he could have disabled their weapons but his untrustworthy memory suggested he'd taken the first shot and it hadn't done his nervous system any favors.

Even now, it took a minute to work out how to move his head, how to open his eyes and then a minute more to work out what his eyes were telling him. Nasty work, those guns. Some property made them unusually effective on Gallifreyian physiology perhaps. Or it was just bad luck.

With a groan, the Doctor finally straightened up in his cell. He rolled onto his feet, shrugged his way into standing straight and gave every evidence of getting over a severe beating. Blinking furiously, he craned his neck around the cell and began muttering.

"Right. Been unconscious for...what, most of a day? Yeah, a day plus or minus a bit." The gangly man smacked his lips several times as if tasting something. "Atmosphere's processed. Are we on a ship? No, we're planetside. Planetside, side of a planet, no, we're under the side aren't we. Atmospheric pressure, composition, the uh," he pressed a hand against a wall, "yeah, the tensile engagement of this metal suggests we're underground. Quite a bit underground. A mile maybe."

"Mmmmm, door's electric." The Doctor stood in front of it, leaned in close and sniffed. "Shielded. So our captors are focused on containing us more than making us suffer. They've given us beds, even a loo. Which suggests we're not going anywhere for quite a while. Escape options? A few. But before we get out of here, we need to sort a few things out. Namely..."

The Doctor frowned and said "Who am I talking to when I'm saying 'we'?" And then he spins on one heel and points an accusatory finger at Callintus, whose presumably been watching this whole time. "And have you been here the whole time? Blimey, I took a knock there didn't I. If we've met, might have lost the memory from being knocked unconscious for the 17,282nd time. I'm the Doctor."

At which point the young man in the tweed jacket, bowtie and wearing suspenders stuck out a hand to shake with the knight.

 

[littlekreen]

Meanwhile, in a different Cell, Xiao was throwing a fit after a fit of fiery death at the transparent wall. Her flame doing nothing to the thing, only probably spooking a guard that came too close with a bright flash after a flash. She went on like this for a good five minutes before getting worn out and fell to her knees. "Talia..." She muttered out while covered in tears of rage.

The sudden talking of somebody else though caught her attention now as she looked in their direction. She had to turn her whole upper body to do that through. "D-do you know where my friend is?" She asked between her sobs while doing her best to calm down but the image for her companion getting tortured kept coming up.

Reegan's state was evidence of what it took to put her down. Pockmarked by burnt craters on every surface where the stun shells stuck in her frame. Forked burn marks even throughout her face where one had punched through her forehead as others lodged. Wrapped in chains and bolted to the wall. Burnt bright scarves around each leg and a sock on one spar of her crown.

The light from her body bare moonlight answered with wide cracked eyes and cheery sluggishness, "Do I know you, citizen? You must not be from our town. I haven't seen your puppy anywhere. Are they a good boy? We know some good strong men, Thane. They'll come to help us. We'll find your puppy, little flower, dad will help."

A shell fell out of Reegan's mouth, still sparking in a plastic clatter against the cell floor. Here she barely healed so things rammed into her head did her focus no favors. Reegan's hollow eyes furrowed once, then twice, looking around at walls then back to Xiao. A loud metallic clank came as her crown hit metal from fidgeting.

Another clank came as Reegan recoiled without notice of the altered output of her intents, "The interred don't think your Talia is a person. What kind of creature are they? The Aedroth is strong perhaps he will break free. I am too weak to break these bonds. The moon only reflects Mundus I am too weak to try."

Slowly getting back up to her feet Xiao slipped over her own puddle of sad. Trying again though she finally managed to stand up fully. "Talia is not a person. She's my companion... A pet some would say but she is so much more to me." Xiao tried to speak more calmly now that the other person she ended up with was talking. Reegan was talking nonsense but she was making a little bit of sense at the least. Xiao came up a bit closer and grabbed the crown with her bare foot and tried to put it back on her head.

Reegan winced but scattered laughter as Xiao tried to reset the creaky ironwood spars wreathing her head. Flat portions of ironwood curling from her scalp among the forest of flowers. Guards had tried to anchor her head down but only managed to fracture some of the barky spars. Physical force ended doing less damage than the stun weapons which left crevasse in Lichtenberg figures among soft cork bark covering the sturdy core.

A few petals fell from her burnt hair and another stun shell from her eye as Xiao moved Reegan's head, "It does not come off. They bent when the guards hit me with sledgehammers. I need the light. Can we go to see daddy? He'll help us. Why can't I get out of bed?"

She recovered by a stalled second staring at the chains, 'Oh, the chains are very strong still."

The crown didn't fit back in as Xiao sighed. "Sorry... I tried." She dropped it and lowered her foot down before sitting down next to the plant person. Xiao then slowly leaned in and onto her side. "Do you know what they will do with us?" The avatar had no context for what was going on still. all that she knew was the fact that she couldn't move her arms and they really didn't want her going into avatar state. Reegan looked at the faintly reflective windows scattering her dim moonlight back into the room, "The interred say the others are in cells. We are observed. They don't want us seeing them outside."

Chains rattled as Reegan tried to strain against them, "This is a pen. Livestock goes in pens. They are not talked to. The interred agree we are being studied. Salarian thinks scientists. My interred think mages."

"I can see them outside.... can feel them walking around. I can feel the others too but I don't... I don't feel Talia anywhere." Xiao looked up at the bound reegan and asked. "What are you? I have never seen anyone or anything like you."

Reegan can do little to look down that far but tries, "I am a spriggan. The salarian I took from Alec says I am a psychopomp. We ensure lost souls return to the dreamsleeve if cut off from it. I give them a home until they can find theirs along the dreamsleeve. I am born because something threatens that path of rebirth. You speak with the many. Do you have interred?"

Her lower hands fidgeted at the empty midsection and pulled at chains unwisely tethered there. The interred able to see what was going on through them hadn't thought of it. The salarian touching her wreath had.

"Spriggan... hmmm never heard of such a spirit either. I don't know the others either but what you heard... and feel. Those are all the previous avatars." As she spoke she kept tapping her foot to keep making more vibrations in the ground. she was covertly probing the place for Talia and whatever else seemed interesting."Who are these interred you speak of?" She asked the now known spriggan. She had no clue of what those were or could really understand even half of the stuff that she was saying.

Chain links creaked as Reegan's weaker grip still made a vice on them instead, "My interred gave their souls willingly. I am born from them. The one here known as Alec lost two friends in the crash. I subsumed the bodies so the souls could not be lost."

Absent breath huffed by frustration moving on to the next link she could reach, "The salarian decided to stay on my inner shores to the cycle. He said the other one went exploring Sovengarde. You are a soul tethered to a cycle? You must protect it. Trust that it will protect you, too."

A sudden titter of lost focus and glee came with a creak of a link chain, "I'm a stabby for the Reaper! All your friends are resting under the meadow, Mommy! I'll take care of them for you."

 

[The Wanderer]

Nomad

One minute, things are somewhat calm and nice. The group eating and having good ol' fun. The next minute, shit hits the fan. By the time the first flashbang drops, Nomad has the Last Word drawn and ready. The world just slowing down as he fanned the hammer at three targets, two were intentional and confirmed dead, the third was purely reflex from the taser going into his back, the person would live as the bullet hit the brunt of the chest armor they wore.

After that, he'd collapse. The hand-cannon retracting back into his storage via an automatic transmat system. Eye Dee Kay would as well, due to the nature of Ghosts in their fragile bodies. Then it'd be darkness for awhile.

In the few moments of regained consciousness, he could hear someone talking, people yelling then darkness once more.

When he awoke, he was locked in a cell with a man wearing blue and a young man. The man in blue looked older, and looked like he had been through hell literally. Whereas the younger man looked like while he had seen fights, he still had the gleam in one's eye when they didn't partake in fights too often.

"W-what happened, how long have I been out?" He mostly said to himself. Eye Dee Kay would speak up within his mind.

"A few hours at most. What is more than likely the world's original inhabitants captured everyone. They put you in a explosive collar, and due to the fact that it's monitoring you, if I came out or tried to give back your weapons, it might detonate. And due to us not being within the range of the Traveler, it'll......Kill you...." The ghost finished the last bit with something resembling sadness.

"We've had worse odds.....Red War comes to mind...." He'd mutter, before turning his attention to his cellmates.

"Name's Nomad, and who you two might be?" He would say to the two in the cell with him.

Once the two proclaimed their names, Nomd would only say "Sounds less odd than what I was expecting. So, what did you two do to get in here?"

@Nero Kunivas @BobTheNinja

Delsin

When shit hit the fan, Delsin's only reaction before being tazed was a flare of smoke around his arms and a random shot that wrecked a mannequin's shit.

When he awoke, he was locked in a damnable brace. One that locked his hands and arms into an uncomfortable position, meaning he couldn't do anything. "Assholes, at least buy me dinner and a lot of drinks." He'd say once he came to and processed what he was trapped in.

After being dragged to be monologued by a dude, he'd only retort. "Geez, you could've just approached and we might've helped out, ass." Which would earn a hit to the kidney, then a prompt carrying off to what looked like a lab.

Where he was put into a strange ass cell with what looked like a dragon lady. "Oh great...…I'm losing it. And this is where I have the moment of clarity where I've lost it....."

"Name's Delsin. And don't call me lad....I am twenty four, so a bit weird."

@ChrisClark13

Hei

How things could have gone bad when the situation were already worse. Then Hei gets tazed, and a swift hit to the head did knock him out, and when he awoke, he was locked in a cell with a man and woman. Neither he recognized. His knives, belt and coat gone. And he had a collar on that he could guess would be monitoring for anything that was out of the ordinary.

Something he had seen used on Contractors before in prisons, or in certain places, though without the explosive in it.

He'd look at the walls in an attempt to find something, an easily exploitable gap in security. Anything. A loose screw, or loose panels. But he found nothing. Despite the state of this world, these soldiers could build their cells.

The male spoke up, complaining about the situation.

"Mhm. Unless one of the guards drops their guard, or we discover a way out. We're not getting out....Unless either of you have a skill to get us out of here?"

The woman would laugh at what he said about the guards, which in another situation and if he was still using Lee Shengshun, it might be funny. But right now he was in no mood. She did mention someone called the Doctor.

"Hm.....Let us hope your friend, this Doctor will show up soon."

 

[Wade Von Doom]

An hour had past once everyone was in their cells. All the guards hadn't bothered them, and if they were stuck in lab cells, their restraints would begin to hurt after a while. Nothing better to do than talk and figure out a game plan. How to escape, how this all happened, getting to know their cellmates better. It was a quiet hour... Then, everything started getting worse.

First was Thor, Lavaetain and Tsunade. Five guards entered their cells, putting them up by their braces, and dragging them out. Two grabbed onto Thor and Tsunade, while the last pushed Lavaetain forward; shoving her with enough force to make her land on her face. The hallways were all metal and square, and each corner they took, one of them could be separated. Thor and Tsunade took a right, Lava went left. Thor went straight, Tsunade went right. The room Thor entered in was massive, a circular room with two giant machines opposite each other. There was no ceiling when you looked up, only the sky, which was nearly pitch black. There were only stars to gaze at. The walls looked wet and stained, with a large group of guards cleaning up the floors with brooms and mops, try and tidy up the place. Turning the thunder god around, they brought him between the two machines, which looked like giant generators. Three guards on each side of the machines pulled on some handles and connected them together with a giant connecting rod, yet where the two rods connected, there was a odd mold of a person. With Thor's back turned to the massive rod, they pushed him into the mold, where his brace made a snapping noise. He couldn't move once his guards backed away, he was stuck in the mold, like a lego piece locked with another. Several lights on both the machines and the walls suddenly turned on, with a group of scientists walking in. The guards took formation, sweeping away any water that remained on the floor. Weapons in hand, the scientists set up on several tables; papers all organized with schematics of the machines, information on electricity wielding users, and how to operate the machine without killing the user.

Once everything was set up, several electric panels rose up from the floor, knobs, switches, buttons, the whole shibang, and even a little microphone rose out from the metal floor. One of the scientists, a middle aged man with glasses and an English accent, came over the microphone and tapped on it to see if it was working. A small screeching noise was made, but the megaphones were working around the massive room. "Hello there~" He spoke with a soft tone of voice. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr..........." A guard quickly shuffled over to show him another piece of paper. "Odinson." How the hell did they know his last name? The guard moved back into his regular position. "Forgive me, but... Are you actually the Thor of mythology? Or, are you just using that title for your super-human powers?" When Thor answered, the scientist replied with a resounding, "Ah! How wonderful!" And like that, he moved away from the microphone and back to his colleagues.

"Electric discharge test number zero-zero-one, commencing in three... two... one." Thor would feel a sharp pain in his lower back, like a spike suddenly stabbed at the base of his spine. "Oh, sorry! Should've warn you about that, we're conducting tests you see. The machines collect electricity you create, and we're testing how powerful your electric powers are." Oh, that would've been nice to know earlier. Whatever was lodged into his back, Thor would feel it suddenly vibrate. It was minor, but whatever it was sending into his body, it shot a major amount of pain up his chest and into his head, like his brain was suddenly inflating to a point it was outgrowing his skull. The same with his other organs, while they weren't growing, the vibrations made them feel like they were crushing each of the bones in his body. It was a pain so intense, somehow, his body began making electricity beyond his will. That electricity was being sent to both machines, and depending on how much his body was creating, the machines absorbed whatever amount it took; running it through like a filter for water, all while making sounds so loud, you'd think you had a buzzsaw to your ears. The scientists all had their ears covered, while Thor had to endure the worst of it. The test lasted a minute, thankfully, and when it finished, the spike remained, but the vibration stopped. The scientist who spoke earlier went back to the microphone, as a large bar on the side of the wall had three green bars.

"Excellent work, Mr. Odinson!" The scientist congratulated. "On a scale of one to ten, how painful was that?" Again, when Thor answered, and however he answered, the scientist again simply smiled brightly and replied, "Wonderful!" He backed away and returned to the table. Before they continued with another test, one of the scientists tapped a few buttons on a console nearby, and over the speakers, a song began to play.

"Electric discharge test number zero-zero-two, commencing in three... two... one," And again, another vibration, this one even more painful. All those stuck in those cell labs, with the braces on, they were committed to acts of experimentation, to see what made them tick, and how powerful they were, not to mention to see if they can be killed with conventional means or not. Xiao, Reegan, Ayana, Delsin, Alistia, Ranma, Lava, Tsunade, Shirou, Nomad, Horus, Sub-Zero, even poor ol' Artis was dragged out his cell. Concerning the first eight names listed, including Zero, they were brought to newer cells, these similar to the ones they were already in, but now they were separated to be on their own. If you've ever played the game XCOM: Enemy Unknown, the cells seemed a bit similar to those interrogation cutscenes.

​

Is this symbolic for how the heroes are looked at by the prison?

Yes, Michael Cole, it is........... That's a wrestling reference.

All nine of them were stuck in their body braces still when those two hands came out the walls, and they were more like speakers than analyzers. Without much warning, they got close to the nine people, all within their own individual cells, and began vibrating. Bass echoed all around the cell, and like with Thor, the sound wasn't so much loud, but still ear piercing. While their brains weren't suddenly inflating, it would feel like it; each wrinkle and muscle squeezing against their skulls, causing a horrid pain, and even blood to start leaking out from their ears and eyes. It made their powers go insane as the vibrations of the bass continued. Xiao's avatar state would return to her with even less control than when she was angry, and to ensure she wouldn't break the glass, several more layers of glass was added on; rising from the ground, with metal doors shutting in those added layers. Just to be sure.

Reegan's body would suddenly grow, like weeds and vines infesting from her body, to grow all around her cell like a cocoon. Ayana had it the lightest, with her stomach starting to feel bloated, as if she ate a massive lunch, though she would still have that pain in her head. Delsin's smoke seeped out his hands and skin, like he suddenly was lit on fire, and Ranma, the poor boy, his Ki abilities were running rampant. Alistia's magic would also run amuck, and Zero's ice would form around his cell, like it had suddenly become a refrigerator ice box. Tsunade's abilities were also suddenly going crazy, and while I won't god-mod, I would like to see Not_Amy have there be a scene with Tsunade's cell suddenly filled with a hundred clones. That sounds amazing. Luer though.... Luer was by far the most intense of them all.

See: they didn't know his unique gift. So when the vibrations hit his body, and the pain began to course through him, like a werewolf on a full moon, Luer's body would slowly transform into what was hidden under the skin. A dragon. As his body morphed and twisted, the scientists observing him suddenly realized their mistake once they realized what he was turning into. With one proclaiming, "You think we should've changed his cell with the element bender?" In a unusually calm voice. With a shrug from the other, they turned up the music being played, and witnessed the transformation, with a couple of added glass layers made just in case. As well, sleeping gas was put on standby. Also just in case.

Shirou, Artis, Horus and Nomad, their treatment was no less cruel, but more unique... in that cruel sense. All four of them were brought into yet another lab, this one having another strange device. The experimented would be bent down on their knees, and their hands would be put on two straight arm rests with latches. When their arms were latched, their hands would be free to move, but their arms would be stuck in place. And just like with Thor, spikes would be stabbed into their arms. One on the wrist, another were the elbow bends. Unlike Thor though, the spikes would go clean through their arms; putting holes through their muscles and bones. Artis was the first to go. The main scientist, another middle aged man with an British accent, asked him, "what hand do you use? Your left or right?" Depending on how he answered, either his left, right, or both hands were latched up to the rests. When he was locked in, and the spikes were driven into his arms, vibrations would be sent through his arms, as if they were about to explode from how hot and painful they became. The scientists in this department wanted to see if they could forcefully summon Artis' keyblade, and take it to be studied. What it was made of, how it was used as a weapon, strangely, they acted like they had seen one before. And Artis was just another keyblade experiment. Whether he wanted to or not, the keyblade would be forced into his hand.

"Very good~" The scientist commented, writing down the results. "Tell me, on a scale of one to ten, how painful was that?" Whatever Artis answered, the others were put into their own devices. Shirou's collar remained, so he couldn't use his own will to summon the swords and attack everyone in the labs, but, that didn't mean the scientists wouldn't still force him to summon one or two. When the other three were strapped in, same procedure. The two guardians were forced to present a small fraction of their powers to the scientists, while Shirou had a very, very, very, very tricky situation going on. His collar was beeping a lot as the vibrations being sent through his arms tried to make him summon a sword, but if he did, that thing might just go off and take his damned head.

The three creatures of the scattered group, Kirby, Sonic and Dusk, they were treated to same procedure as the nine: trapped inside those giant glass cells with the speakers. Sonic and Dusk were simply pushed in, while Kirby, who was trapped inside a box, got sent through some tubs and landed in his cell on his face. When the vibrations hit them, each of the three would have very different reactions. Sonic would get pain, and his speed would increase to the point that time was beginning to slow down, as his body was seemingly trying to destroy itself. Kirby, when the vibrations hit, he experienced the same amount of pain as Sonic, but without warning, the pink blob suddenly began to rise up from the ground. His body shook and wobbled, like paint on a speaker, and he floated in the air by three or four feet, staying afloat for a few seconds, before suddenly, BAM!

His body inflated so much, he was now the size of his cell. Perhaps even bigger, because he was massive! You couldn't even see his feet. Everything else in that cell was pink, except for his now massive eyes, which were looking around in confusion, as his mouth was squeezed against the glass. It took the scientists by surprise by the sudden body reaction to the vibrations. Dusk, he became the luckiest son of a bitch out of everyone, because not only did the vibrations not do anything to him; not even experiencing an ounce of pain, but the vibrations would actually make him sleepy. They became lullabies to the dark creature, and the scientists were baffled by this. Not affected at all by their tests.

As all this happened, those in the normal cells, they were left to their own devices. As the Doctor tried coming up with some way out of their cell,
speaking to himself loudly and muttering like a madman; trying to figure out ways to escape, where they were, who these men were, what this base was for, Callintus just sat on his bed, watching him pace back and forth with a blank expression, until the Doctor finally, and eventually, realized he was in the same cell with him. As the timelord held out his hand for a shake, Callintus, looked to the hand for a few silent seconds. He then started wheezing with laughter.

"aaaHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!" He then stood up and gave the Doctor a hug. "Callintus Cadorna. I never properly introduced myself to you." Then he finally shook his hand. With an uplifting old man smile, Callintus sat back down. "Relax yourself, Doctor, you'll tire yourself out. These men don't want us dead, we wouldn't be in these cells if they did, so it's best to wait until we can gather more information from them. They'll have to come back eventually. Either with food, or to escort us to some interrogation room, or just give us new clothing to wear. From what Miss Pond described, this isn't your first time playing prisoner." And from there, the two began a conversation to pass the time. While with Alec and Abby, who were also stuck in the same cell, she discussed a fake fight to get the guards in here to separate them, with Alec slightly against it, since it seemed like she was actually going to beat him up, and the likelihood of it working being minimal. They were interrupted as they spoke though.

(Abby posts provided by @Not_Amy )

"Well a'course it would have to be real as possible. I'd pull my punches, but you gotta draw a little blood to get their attention. And you got any better ideas?" Abby gets off the bed, stands in front of Alec and holds her chin up "If it makes ya more inclined, you get the first shot and can bleed me too. Go on." She stands and waits.

"Do it, do it, do it!" Behind the door, watching the two of them argue, was Elgin; standing behind the door, chewing gum with a smug smile on his face. "Oh, and just so you know, we have cameras watching." He pointed to the upper left corner of the cell, where a small black ball was halfway out the wall. "So, even if you do it, we'll know, but I mean, it'd be fun to watch."

"Got nothing better to do than watch us?!" Abby snaps her head at the door. "Reeeal big man teasing people when they're locked up! You probably hit like a old woman anyway!" She taunts Elgin.

"Says the girl with enough radiation in her blood to have failing organs." He retorted. "I've dealt with your kind before, coming from a place called 'the wasteland,' I recognized it from that stupid ass block you had around your wrist." He was no fan of Pipboys, was he. "I'm shocked you're even smart enough to come up with a plan, let alone even walk and talk without shitting yourself like a baby."

"Oh lookit that Alec! The scared dog still barkin' at us! My point exactly!" Abby goes up to the door "Shove off! We're gonna be out here sooner or later, and you'll wanna be as far from me as possible!"

"Same here!" Alec chimned in, with Elgin retorting with, "You're gonna let this woman speak for you?"

"You gonna hide behind that door like a fuckin' coward? Big man talkin' when protected, I bet you'll be running for the escape pods if we got out here."

Elgin kept on smiling, however, enjoying the back and forth. He day was going slow, so this made up for it. "You two just don't get it, do you? You're not our first visitors, and you sure as hell aren't the first to threaten me or my men. We've dealt with super-soldiers, super-powered mutants, mages, knights, anthropomorphic humanoids, I even remember we brought in a punching bag with eyes!" He slightly moved towards the doorway, chewing his gum. "Point is, this place is made for people like you. The scattered from other worlds, being brought here because either god is punishing you, or god wants this world dead, but either way, I make sure men and women like you and those freaks in the labs don't make it past day one. We've been dealing with your kind for twenty odd years, and we've got a system to deal with worst case scenarios. You two barely even make up a faction of the dangers we experience daily."

"So you two can keep on scheming and taunting all you like. I got a world to save." Just before he left, Elgin stopped in his tracks, and turned back to face the two of them. "Oh, and before I forget, insubordination is punishable here. Enjoy." The door suddenly opened, and flooding in were guards. Fifteen of them. "Oh, you motherfuck--" Alec muttered, before attacking the first guard to enter. The two would be outnumbered quickly, with nine beating on Abby first, while the rest handled the Scotsman. They used clubs as weapons, aiming for their legs and head to strike at. The beat down lasted a few minutes, and when they finished, both of them would be in heaps of bruises and blood; Alec getting a nasty cut over his right eye. Before they left though, the two would hear the sound of feet dragging from outside their cell approaching.

Holding him up on their shoulders, Trigger was moved out of Luer's cell, and given a beat-down even worse than Alec and Abby. They chucked his body onto the ground, then closed the cell door.

And all while this happened, that awful music played.

 

[Wade Von Doom]

SATELLIZER

"No response from command.... this isn't west genetics..." She took out the earpiece radio turned its frequencies elsewhere to check on something else. no signal either. She turned around to face her new 'friend' "Yes. i was about to kick that Novas butt when the green light took me.... i hope Kazuya is alight.." Satella shook her head to get the bad thoughts out of her system. "My name is Satellizer El Bridget" She introduced herself but didnt extend a hand to shake for him. instead she just cuddled up some more into that warm cozy coat. For some reason it kept reminding her of the warmth she felt when touched by Kazuya.

while staring blankly out into the street opposite she noticed a group over the street. not a small group either a military force with uniforms that looked rather familiar to her. she was tempted to go out to meet them but the sudden chaos inside prompted her to back away instead, only to be warned of a flashbang.

Grabbing onto Ryan once again she pulled herself and him down tot he ground as somebody who yelled it beat the two that had ambushed them. "The hell was that all about?!?" She called out to the guy who looked rather strange and introduced himself as the doctor. "Well i cant trust the military here so might as well follow you." Satella came to a more logical conclusion after weighing over her chances with the people outside and the chances with this guy seemed much better.

@AIM Leader Wade @Valkan

Ryan Zokkendov

Satellizer eventually gave up on communicating with, well, it doesn't matter at this point. Both were on their own. She then confirmed that she was brought here by a green flash while fighting a 'nova'. Ryan made a mental note of that name to ask about it later, when they at least knew what the hell happened to them.
When Ryan introduced himself, Satellizer did so as well. However, she refrained from shaking his hand, opting instead for seeking more warmth in his coat.

"No matter. Handshakes must not be a thing on this 'West Genetics' of hers"

He thought, while showing a friendly smile.
Then, silence. Or at least, that's what Ryan expected, but quite the opposite was to come. Ryan noticed some noise behind him. Just as he was about to check behind him, he heard a nearby warning. Satellizer and himself seemed to think off the exact same way, as she also went to grab him and pull him to the ground. Noticing that intention, Ryan allowed himself to fall while pulling Satellizer as she pushed him down. Their combined effort seemed to have saved them from what Ryan assumed was a stunning device. Loud noise plus blinding light. Lucia had a spell like that...
Regardless, as they were getting up, Satellizer voiced his exact thoughts. The person who warned them only came as far as introducing himself as 'The Doctor' and asking them to follow him. Granted, he got rid of the two soldiers, now laying on the ground, who seemed to intend to attack. But then again, for all he knew, he could be working with whoever sent the other two, and was luring them into a trap.

"Ugh, this is getting way too convoluted..."

Ryan thought out loud, as Satellizer agreed to accompany him. Ryan sighed. Even if he was leading them into a trap, what else could he do, when he didn't even know if he was in the same world he was hours ago?

"Not much... Nothing at all actually..."

He concluded. If only he was better at handling information, he could formulate a plan of his own... But he wasn't, so he followed the Doctor.

"Alright, Mister Doctor, I do hope you have some answers for us as well."

They would have to sneak through the hallways and through the complex, avoiding any guards that had come through to find anyone else remaining in the building. Ducking, dodging, hiding under desks, behind walls, The Doctor seemed keen to avoid any more conflict once they escaped the two soldiers. When they came to the back of the complex, they would see two helicopters, each loading up with people from both groups. "We need to get on one of those." The Doctor told the two. "We can't let them spot us, so here's what I'm thinking." He turned around to face them, as they were taking cover behind a wall. "We'll try knocking out two of the guards outside, then take their uniforms. I'll wear one, you cane wear the other," He pointed to Bridget for wearing the other uniform. "We'll pretend to take you as our prisoner, then when we board the chopper, we'll ride with them until we reach wherever this prison is.... Wait, maybe we could've just done that back upstairs." He just realized. "Is there still time? Naaah, nono, they're already alerting troops. Wait, no, they'll have already alerted the troops! Dah!" He quietly shouted to himself, sweating bullets, even though it was nearly negative outside. "Sorry, today's kinda thrown me for a loop." He apologized to the two.

"Wait!" He suddenly came out with another plan. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small key with some string, and tying it through the key, he pulled out next his small device, and put it on its highest setting. Pointing at the key, the Doctor turned on the device, and was doing...... Something, to the key. Whatever it was, the longer they stared at it, the harder it became to keep their gaze on the key. After 30 seconds of the device scanning the key, the shouted out, "AH!" And dropped the key. "Ahh, that hurt. Sorry, it got really hot suddenly." He explained, before picking up the key. "Try to focus on me." Both Ryan and Bridget couldn't. When they tried looking at the Doctor, their gaze would slowly move to the side. "Still here." He waved at the two, getting their attention back on him, but again, their eyes moved around him, like he wasn't there at all. It didn't make him invisible, just hard to focus on.

"Low level perception properties, makes you blend into the background, but it doesn't make you invisible, just unnoticeable." He flipped the key around to show it had a small microchip on the back of it melded into the keys metal. "Small trick I did a few years back, forgot I managed to get them back. Just needs a bit of a tuneup." Pulling out two more keys, he did the same thing with each, burning his hand twice with them, and handing them over to Bridget and Ryan to wear. "Don't say anything, even the smallest sound could make someone aware of us, so whatever you do, make as little noise as possible, and do only what I say, and when." He looked back out the doorway to see the helicopters were already ready to go, when he suddenly turned back around to tell the both of them, "We're causing a prison break today." He simply informed them, before suddenly jogging out into the open, heading for the cargo bay of the first helicopter. With quick pace, the three would get on safely, and as he told them, no one noticed. Not even the soldiers they quickly got back inside before the chopper took off. They would just stand in the corner, staying silent next to soldier who didn't notice them. Not even one looking right at them.

 

[littlekreen]

Trapped in chains and metal prison Reegan could do little as she was unscrewed from the wall and hauled away. Though creeks and groans from the chains with angry rumbling sped them along not to mention a faint red glow developing behind her eyes. Reegan could feel Masser slowly move across the sky obscuring Mundus. The realms of the Dremora slowly coursed through her. As they stood her upright and sealed the chamber what ought to be the red light of sunrise deepened far further as Masser overtook. The light of Mundus hidden by Masser permit powers of oblivion to rule. Hers was an existence tethered to the Carin by her body with the long thorned path in between a balance struck by powers to ensure the persistence of Lorkhan's creation. They hadn't expected a walker of the end to ever travel beyond Nirn but expected humans to perhaps tamper with things not within their understanding. A soul carin of Damocles tethered by a walker of the end never intended to hover over anything but the bones of Lorkan that composed Nirn.

As the waves hit Reegan the blood-red light peaked the thorny cabling's balance disturbed and driven to explode as the whole reached in all directions. The cocoon for growing vines exploded metal and chain shroud pinning her body as both an instinctual need to protect its anchor and sheer growth. As small rock pushed down unsteady rubble the growth soon shot up the tether to her Carin where the tethered spirits shouted alarm. Vines expanded in all directions across the shores dragging the Carin ever closer. Wether for good or ill her spirits could not leave but neither did the Salarian. Desperately trying to keep Reegan awake.

He couldn't see the prison anymore but the red light showed the tether itself spread outward, "No. Sleeping not an option. Must stay awake. Scientists unwisely catalyzing transformation without prestudy."

A weak and quiet whisper all that remained of Reegan's mind from the wreath inside her Carin entrance, "But I can hear the end. It's time for the end. The horns have sounded there are no more Mer or Men. I have to sleep. Nirn belongs to dremora now."

As Reegan barely held on the Salarian decided to try and keep her anchored. Odaw knew whatever they'd started appeared to involve a voluntary choice but one Odaw thought she wouldn't come back from. Something was trying to convince her there was no reason to stay.

Odaw said in his best commanding voice though it wasn't much for a Salarian, "I will determine if it is the end. Do not sleep until my determination. If I find survivors you have to wake up?"

A long moment of silence enough for worried glances between Odaw and the Bosmer priest before her weak voice returned, "Maybe. Yes. I think so. Okay. I'll stay. I'm so tired. I want the sand place again. I want the funny gangly man. I liked the dark one. They're all gone now. No, Odaw will find out if they're all gone now. Quiet the horns."

Odaw turned to his Omnitool as the light turned blood-red within. The transformation was attempting to convince her to surrender. Scans showed the tunnel between realities breaking down as vines escaped between new rifts. A few button presses as his omnitool broadcast for others of its stripe as well as shortwave and ultrasonic signal. In hope to reach anyone he could through the tunnel or at least through the cracks the vines left behind them. Beside these three attendants the dozen or so spirits attached here now awake looked into the darkness between ossuary pillars instead. Worrying over distant howls of disquiet undead and dremora the nirnroot now called forth from darker reaches they could not percieve through.

As the roots dug between worlds they erupt from small tears in space time on the weakest surfaces. Along natural stone or dirt fended off as yet by thick metal though drawn toward the living. Roots drawn agressively only to two walking disturbances with unnatural life. A thorny red vine sparked a faint blood-red glow from underneath and wrapped around his ankle. Others shot through a vent in a prison cell as red roots and thorny vines crawl down the wall. A few sprigs of bloodgrass bathe in the light deeper within the vent.

The surface no better as the carin's effect slowly begins to sustain itself in a blasted surface world. Blood grass erupting from darker palces in an acelleration outward slowly a mind still within its cocoon keeping the world tree from taking root. Among some of the ruins and freeze-dried corpses of long-dead victims, Dragur rose.

 

[ChrisClark13]

Ayana groaned as she, inexplicably, started feeling bloated of all things. What in the world were those fucks doing? She fought through the headache the noise of the arm things was bringing on as she tried to come to a conclusion. Something about seeing what made her special right? So they were trying to figure out her powers?

A grin appeared on her face as she came to the conclusion that these fucks really had no idea what they were doing. A chuckle started to rise in her chest-

Would've stared to rise if something else hadn't instead decided to rise from her stomach that same moment. With a retch, she bent over and vomited. Which did nothing to allay the bloated feeling or the new sick feeling that was now coming on.

A certain type of sick feeling, that she'd only felt a few times before- usually when she had tried to 'bite off more than she could chew' with her Mana Eater power. She looked up back at the humans and... fucking hells below! They seemed to have no intention of stopping!

Well, it looks like the option of whether or not to attempt her escape plan had come to a head. She could do nothing and let those fucks reduce her to a quivering, sickly wreck with the Soul Sickness they were inducing (they probably didn't even know they were doing it!) or she could call on her sorcery and start decaying her bonds. They were certainly giving her enough mana to attempt the latter. But she'd need to act, oh, sometime in the new few minutes while she was still coherent.

An idea occurred to her as she eyed the fuck-off stupid strong glass holding her in. She might as well show off she could regenerate first before revealing the ace hidden up her sleeve and having to burn mana on healing would extend how much time she had. That and if she could get them to show more of their hand, that'd be great. What she was attempting was bound to be obvious after all.

She walked backward until her restraints touched the back wall. Her legs bent down in preparation. Then she pushed off the wall as she charged forward at the opposite wall as fast as she could. Just before impact, she twisted around so that the back of her restraints, the part that held her hands captive, was the thing that impacted the glass first. Pain shot through her body, which had the nice side effect of helping her clear her head some.

With a grunt, rolled herself over to see what damage she had done (if any) and how the scientists were reacting.

 

[LenxKaitoYaoi]

Their discussion proved not to yield much. The most that game out of Luer and Trigger's talk was the two learning a little more about what the other could do and that neither were able to do anything to free themselves and the others. Although he wanted to keep trying, Luer had fallen silent instead of yelling for the guards again to demand where Gaeria was to let Trigger sleep. As much as sleep was probably a good idea the archer was far from willing to do so in a place like this. It was infuriating to say the least, but it did not help when he was not only useless to save himself, he could do nothing to save anyone else. That was his job, dammit! And he still failed to even do that much... Nothing has changed...
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When the guards came for him, he started up again. "H-Hey! Where the hell is Gaeira!? Tell me you bastards! What have you done with him!?" He demanded, though it was irritating to receive nothing but silence in response. He was dropped in a new room, and his brace finally taken off. He sighed softly in relief to that, as it was getting rather uncomfortable. Stretching for a moment he took a second to pry his clothes from his skin where he was burnt from the shock earlier, hissing with a wince as he did so. Fuck it hurt. Dammit, his clothes are ruined too…

He took a brief moment to try bringing his hand up to heal the burns on his arm, back, chest and shoulder, glancing around to his new surroundings as he did. It was then he noticed his actual position. In the center of a platform, encased in glass like he were in an upside down jar of honey. His attention went to the scientist nearby soon after. It did not take him long to heal the burns, moving to the glass to face the men and knock on it rather heavily as if to get their attention. "Hey!! Fuckers quit giving me the silent treatment like children and answer me!! Where is Gaeira!?" He demanded once more. He was beginning to think these people do not speak at all.

His attention was pulled by the mechanical arms that came to life before too long, trying to back away only to end up in the glass. Dammit, he cannot fight these things, and he was not even sure his arrows would work if he had them. He winced when the sound started, falling to his knees and covering his ears to the sound. "What the hell!?" If he thought his burns were painful, this was even worse than that damn flashbang. But even the blood that started spilling from his ears was nothing to the sudden swelling feeling throughout his whole body. Luer suddenly found his whole body start to feel as if it were burning from the inside out.

With a scream he fell to his hands, his voice changing from the pained scream to that of an angry, animalistic growl. His body shifted shape and grew, and in a matter of moments, the human archer had nearly tripled in size and taken the form of a red dragon. The angry growling continued, the pain still mixed in it due to the continued sound blasting his ears. He managed to focus his livid blue eyes on the scientists once more before he began ramming into the glass towards them. He will make them put a stop to this one way or another. He had begun alternating ramming into the glass with a blazing breaths of fire against it too. It was all he could do to try and end this misery.

Once, briefly before his first breath or fire, though, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the glass that brought his pain addled mind to a short lived question. What did they do to me!?

 

[Snowtwo]

Alistia had no clue what was going on as her contact with Ranma was broken. She could feel her body being moved about, directed and brought to a new location, but she couldn't see in the slightest where the heck they were nor hear anyone. As she was stuck in a new brace part of her wanted to call out for Ranma but she knew it would be useless. Even if she was nearby there was no way to communicate beyond Alistia just yelling things and hoping that they were relevant. So instead she opted for silence.

And then someone provoked the echo. She didn't know if they had done so intentionally or by accident, but provoking the echo was never a wise idea. It would lead to things like surges in power on all fronts for Alistia, being able to see the events of the past, and being in contact with Hydaelyn among over things. Whoever was attempting such a thing was begging for there own demise.

"Stop." she said in a calm and even tone. "It is foolish to provoke me. Do not do so."

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Well... This was going from bad to worse. They had been separated. Lavaetain would have picked that moment for her attempt to break free yet it seemed to pass so fast she never got the chance despite how long it likely had taken. She wasn't concerned though as she was brought to a new cell. She could still call upon Lavaetain if need-be and she felt confident in her ability to command a manifestation if need-be as well. Still, she was done with this. Whomever these people were, they were cruel. Still, things had to be done by the book.

"I am Lavaetain. Last name forsaken. Fourth of the six heroes of the American Empire. Rank: None. Serial number: None. Mage number: 20172819. Bounded weapon: Lavaetain. Two-handed flame blade. Station: Emperors Right Hand. You are in violation of the United Nations Standard Minimum Rules for the Treatment of Prisoners. Rule 1, page 8, which ensures the inherent dignity and value of prisoners as human beings. You have subjected us to cruel and inhumane imprisonment without justification or statement of crimes, motive, or even the justification of our hostile intentions. Continue at your own peril."

She doubted that they cared or would listen. She doubted that they even had a UN Standard Minimum Rules. After all, if they're from another dimension, why would they have a UN or, if they did, that said rules would be the same? No. She was certain she wouldn't be set free. Instead, she wanted to both provoke a response from them and make it clear exactly what was about to happen if they didn't release her and everyone else right away. Were they in the AE they would be looking at prison for life. Even in some small-time nation or somewhere like the Second Empire or China she expected prison for life if not death. Out here, she didn't know what would happen, but she knew she'd need to uphold the honor of the AE as she enacted it. Maybe manifesting a flaming badger to maul the leader? That was a tempting thought.

 

[Amber Franklin]

Abby Dee/Courier Six - Character Sheet

"Great. Asshole thinks he's a hero." Abby says before the door opens and their cell is flooded with guards. The Courier reacts quick enough to get in some hits but their armor makes them wasted efforts, and sheer numbers overwhelm her. Her arms are nearly broken trying to protect her face. They fall from baton blows just as she does from one to the stomach. A crack across the head knocks her out, sparing her from experiencing the rest of the beating.

The guards leave her a bruised and bloody mess on the floor of the cell. She lies face-up, motionless, blood oozing out of her nose and a cut lip.

Tsunade Senju-Character Sheet

For all the talk of 'not going down without a fight' Tsunade and the others in her cell really have no choice but to do just that due to the braces. Try as she might to exert her full strength to break her bonds and fight for freedom, they hold her with little buckle and she is carted off to the test chamber. The former Hokage swears at the top of her lungs all the way, but even if the soldiers could understand her they do not react or otherwise engage with her. She is brought into a different room and to her surprise, the scientists on the other side of the glass barriers seem to speak to her in her language, and even want to confirm her name.

"I am Tsunade of the Hidden Leaf!" She confirms then threatens "Release me! Release me now, or I will not be sorry for what I will do to get out of here!" The threat doesn't stir them to action. They press something, and the speaker-like machines descend upon both sides of her. She looks aside at both and back to the scientists. "You have been warned!"

The machines activate, and Tsunade's ears vibrate at a painful rate causing her to scream. The sound is painful, but it is what the machines do to her body that distresses her. She feels the chakra in her body vibrate with the sound and moving out any way it can, in any form it can.

Fire erupts from her mouth followed by gusts of wind. Lightning arcs out from her body. The transformation jutsu she maintains to appear young goes haywire as she changes appearance from a small girl, to an old wrinkled woman and all the ages between. She feels even the chakra stored in her Strength of a Hundred seal trying to break free but she struggles against it. This is seen by the scientists as the seal growing then receding rapidly.

Have to focus! They're trying to bleed my chakra out!

Tsunade clenches her mouth and eyes shut and focuses all of her willpower on keeping her chakra contained by pouring it into the seal. The lightning, fire and gusts die down as the seal continues to grow then recede, but she can't stop her appearance from shifting. She hopes that by at least keeping most of her chakra flowing around within her body, she can hold onto it for the next possible opening she might get to escape, and unleash her fury upon this whole base.

@AIM Leader Wade

 

[Wiggin]

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Not much was said between the three creatures after they had settled in the large glass cage. They all mainly stared at each other in confusion. Time passed as they sat silently in the cell, looking each other down without a word. Dusk was huddled in one corner while the large blue fur ball was sunken into another corner. The sentient cotton candy meanwhile wandered around, occasionally patting on the glass with the tiny stubs it had for arms. Dusk saw several guards walking back and forth between cages, sometimes looking in and marveling at the things within. Suddenly, a large group of them came dressed in body armor from head to toe. Not a word was said while they grabbed the trio and separated them. Dusk only struggled a little, since he didn't want to go into a full on rage at that moment. If he did, it would most likely cause him to harm someone. The other two creatures struggled too, but it was no use in the braces they were in.
Later, Dusk found himself escorted into what looked like a gigantic glass jar with a multitude of electronics housed on top of it. Wires hung down and sparked every once in a while, showering the people below in yellow embers of electricity. The braces that he was put in since arriving were then taken off and followed up with a shove to the back into the chamber. He hit the metallic floor with a dull thud, slightly denting it. Inside the chamber there wasn't much other than two large metallic doors on both his left and right. A loud hiss of air emitted from them and produced a visible gust into the air. Dusk got up to see that two disks, similar to radar dishes, had come out attached to metal arms. They made a small whirring noise and looked like they had seen years of use due to the amount of dents that covered their exteriors. Dusk attempted to poke one, but was interrupted by the beams that emanated from it. The blue light seemed to arc off in different directions, like and open electrical wire. Some of the beams latched onto Dusk, making him feel sleepy. No! Now wasn't a time to sleep! What was happening to the other creatures? Where were they? He had to get out. He NEEDED to get out! Flecks of his skull face slowly fell down, revealing more cracks that ran up to his cheeks. They seemed to almost create a smile. I need to escape. There is no other way. A voice rang inside Dusk's head. It sounded deep and raspy,as if it were a demon waking up from a long slumber. Dusk couldn't disagree with it though. It was right. There was no other way. He closed his hand into a fist and punched the glass. His body felt heavy, so it wasn't the strongest of punches. The first punch didn't do anything, causing the scientists outside to laugh at his pain. What do they know? Do they really think they can keep me in here? The voice started to laugh as Dusk landed a second punch, cracking the glass around his fist. It's eventually turned into what sounded like screaming. Several cries rang in Dusk's head. He needed to get out. He needed to get out. He needed to- His thoughts abruptly stopped as he fell to the floor, passed out from exhaustion. Meanwhile, the scientists stared on, fearful of what they had just found.

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Trigger and Luer sat in the cell for what felt like hours. The two conversed only a little and barely got anywhere. All trigger really figured out was that his he had made a mistake and promised to help Luer plan to rescue the rest of the group. He also found out that Luer was unaware of why he was in a brace. Trigger hypothesized that maybe it was similar to his world, where some people who gain abilities are traumatized from the event and mentally block it in their minds, but he couldn't be sure. After a little time together Trigger decided to sleep and save his energy, it wasn't like there was a use to being alert at a time like this. Some time later, he woke up to the sound of his own breathing. He sounded ragged and he was shuddering slightly, probably from a nightmare. Suddenly, the door unlocked to reveal a group of soldiers with weapons at the ready. At first, Trigger thought they were going to be executed, but immediately ruled it out. They then came in and roughly escorted Luer out of the room. "Hey where are you-" Trigger started to say but was interrupted by the butt of a rifle to his face. He fell to the ground and hit his back on the cold floor. This was a disciplinary session. He looked at the other guards to see that they had taken out batons covered in crusted blood, possibly from other prisoners. Seeing this, he curled up on the floor and hid his head. They wouldn't be able to do much damage if he only showed his back to them, but man… it hurt a lot. To make it seem like they did do damage though, Trigger bit his tongue and spit some blood out onto the floor. There wasn't much he could say that would help the situation and It would make it look like they had beaten out a tooth. He wasn't expecting them to continue though, thus gaining a bloody nose and a cut above his right eye, along with a cut on his chin that continued to bleed. After the few minutes of beating, he was grabbed and dragged into another room, where it looked like other people had gotten the same treatment. He looked up to see that it was the soldier that almost died along with the girl that was dressed in apocalyptic attire. Trigger laid on his belly, trying not to cause more pain that was already in his back. A small pool of blood had formed, due to his bloody chin and His vision looked a little blurry, possibly a concussion, but Trigger wasn't sure. "Hey… long time no thee" he slurred. His tongue wasn't feeling the best after he had bitten it. "tho... Do you guyth have any ethcape planth?"

 

[BobTheNinja]

Shirou screamed raggedly as spikes were driven through the flesh and bones of his elbows and wrists, and continued to do so as the spikes began shooting horrid vibrations through his impaled arms. He hadn't experienced pain like this since he had fought Archer EMIYA...no, this was actually far worse. At the time, the heat of battle and his body's fight response to it, along with Avalon's magic healing, rapidly blunted much of the pain he experienced. Here, he had no such protection. The agony was raw and unfiltered, like nothing he had ever felt before.

At first Shirou tried to resist obeying their orders to demonstrate his Tracing ability, but then the observing scientists simply turned up the vibrations again, eliciting a fresh round of horrible, agonized screams, all while his body spasmed and writhed fruitlessly against the restraints. The shooting, searing pain was so overwhelming that he vomited all over the floor, and his vision blurred. Tears and snot involuntarily flowed down his face. It was made clear that they would continue to torture him until he complied.

He cursed internally as they finally turned down the vibrations. He detested the very idea of cooperating with these monsters. But...but the pain was so intense, and it just wouldn't stop...and if he tried to fight back, the bomb collar around his neck would detonate.

Continuing curse his inability to withstand this torture, he gritted his teeth and focused on the space in front of him, his breath ragged and hitching. Soon a cloud of glowing blue particles materialized, steadily coalescing into a simple short sword, which he let float gently to the ground. It was a good quality blade, but otherwise completely mundane. There was no way in hell he was going to give these bastards any of his real Noble Phantasms. At least, that's what he desperately thought to himself...

 

[Valkan]

Ryan Zokkendov

Ryan followed "Doctor", slightly annoyed at the fact he completely ignored his comment. However, he partially understood, as whoever's army this was, was everywhere. No choice. Ryan sneaked around right behind Doctor, taking a cautious look around before moving from one hiding spot to another. Eventually, they ended up on the opposite side of the building. Ryan saw as these soldiers were dragging cuffed people into a couple of helicopters, some with particularly big restraints. Ryan's focus went back to Doctor, as he informed them they were going into those. Doubt immediately grew in Ryan's head. But Doctor cut it short, providing a plan, a sound one, at that.

"I see. In that case, please return to me my jacket Miss Satellizer. I did not see those soldiers stripping their captives, after all..."

With his jacket again in his hands, Ryan started to put it on again. Before he could even button it up though, Doctor cut himself short, becoming a nervous mess.

"And here I was, believing he had it together..."

He thought, as he glanced at his somehow sweaty savior. But once again, Doctor provided a more than understandable explanation for his nervousness. He was just like them, or that's what he got from what he said. Ryan sighed, but then smiled at him and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"Worry not, Mister Doctor, it is understandable given the situation."

Suddenly, Doctor came back with yet another plan. Involving a key and some piece of technology beyond Ryan's understanding, not that that was hard... But that's besides the point. Doctor somehow managed to make the key very difficult to look at. Ryan tried again and again, but to no avail. It was very confusing for him, and Doctor's explanation didn't help. Ryan decided to just nod as Doctor told them how he came up with the device and how they should act, pretending to get it. He was satisfied enough with the gist of it. Key makes you hard to see. Doctor prepared two more keys, and Ryan didn't hesitate to take it and put it on, as a very unfashionable necklace. Once they had their camouflage ready, Doctor dropped the bomb of their objective.

"W-wait, what?"

Ryan managed to stop himself to yell that out loud. Doctor seemed to be the good guy in this situation, so they were most likely going to do a good thing there, but it was still unpleasant to think of the possibility of causing a bad thing to happen. At this point though, what else was there to do? He had already determined himself to help Doctor.
With a sharp breath, Ryan nodded at the air, given that he couldn't quite see Doctor, and followed the confusing field of not vision in front of him. It was shocking, they were truly unnoticeable. Ryan passed near several soldiers, and not even one glanced in his direction. Ryan got on the cargo bay of one of the helicopters, as instructed, and stood near a corner. All he did from then on was watch silently as every soldier get on, again, without even glancing in his direction, and the doors shut. The helicopters took off, and they sneaked in successfully.

 

[Nero Kunivas]

- Thor Odinson, God of Thunder - Prison Facility, Agonizing Experiment -

Once locked into the strange apparatus, Thor was now truly immobile and forced to endure whatever would happen from here onward, along with the particularly concerning scientist who presided over Thor and strangely, already knew his name...? Thor had never introduced himself to his kidnappers, but that was the least of his concerns right now. "Let me out of these restraints and I'll show you my might, you bastard!!" Thor bellowed, but the scientist was delighted by his posturing and motioned to begin his experiment.

The words of the scientist didn't matter, nor could Thor really hear them over his own screaming, the pulsing in his brain that felt like it was ripe to bursting and the fierce crackling of his unstable and unwilling lightning powers, all seemingly instigated by the rod in his spine.

Once all was said and done, Thor was incredibly furious, but still suffering the aftershocks of pain and residual lightning as the scientist morbidly inquired as to how much the experience had pained him. "...11...!" He croaked, exhaling, but unable to relax, as it was too painful. Nor would he be able to anyway, because along with another agonizing test would music begin playing, almost as a direct melody behind Thor's screams.


- Artis Solum, Twilight Warrior - Prison Facility, Unwilling Test -

While the others were seemingly being shaken to death by vibrations, Artis and a few others were taken for a more...direct test. Artis, like them, was restrained by his arms, both of them, as he was ambidextrous with his Keyblade and before he could question why, a sharp pain resounded through both of said arms: Spikes had pierced his wrists and elbow joints, which then sent their own vibrations throughout Artis's body, burning his blood to a white-hot degree. Artis's cries of pain were music to the scientist's ears and to his surprise, Artis's Oblivion Keyblade was forcibly summoned by the vibrations.

It didn't matter if the test was over or not, Artis continued screaming, heaving and crying, yet he was also seething and as well as beckoning his Keyblade, Artis's Darkness was stirred. The subsequent aura flowed upwards from his body and his eyes glowed a menacing dark yellow. "It...It is NOTHING compared to the pain you will feel when I get, aagh! My hands on YOU! Rrraaagh!" Artis struggled and bellowed at the scientist and though he couldn't escape, he knew exactly what he would do once free and he couldn't wait to exact his revenge. Though he still wondered...how did scientists know how to make him summon the Keyblade?


- Sub-Zero, Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei - Prison Facility, Frozen Tomb -

The vibrations that reverberated throughout Kuai Liang's cell were mind-numbing and extremely painful and while he was able to endure the pain as much as possible, it didn't stop his Cryomancy going haywire, coating the entire inside of his cell in seconds with translucent, freezing ice. If they couldn't find a way out of this godforsaken place, Kuai knew this cell would become his impromptu grave...


@AIM Leader Wade

 

[The Wanderer]

Nomad

The trek through the facility and then to a strange observation cell with tech all over it didn't ease Nomad's worry.

What came next seemed to only reinforce why he was worried. Strange machines pulsing with energy that caused his ears to ring and his body to feel like it was on fire. Literally, flames erupted off of him, but barely burned him. The Golden Gun forming in his hands, the damn thing looked more like a geyser of fire than a Hand-Cannon made of Solar energy. It burned his arm just holding, forcing him to drop it. The powerful item hitting the floor and discharging a shot that while nothing more than a regular bullet sized and impact of one, it still put a hole in the cell. No cracks, nor any more damage that could lead to an escape. A small hole that could maybe fit a pinkie finger. The shot continued well past the hole, making a hole in the opposite wall before the energy dissipated.

And Nomad would collapse, energy drained from him. The Golden Gun did as well, looking like it was melted ice cream made of fire. Before it burned out completely as Nomad faded into unconsciousness.

Delsin

Delsin's ordeal was as equally painful, though without a hand-cannon made of fire wouldn't spawn, his abilities would make him 'dash' all over the cell, without direction and without enough force that Delsin almost cracked his skull open on the cell glass. Smoke cascading off of him and sucked back into him, it felt like he was drowning.

Ears, nose bleeding and enough bruises turning his skin purple to rival an eggplant, wasn't long before he too passed out.

@AIM Leader Wade

 

[Raffia Kiryuin]

Xiao got suddenly peeled off of the plant person let out a soft noise as she tried to resist but couldnt she was far too exhausted after trying to bash that piece of glass in but failed miserably. She saw the floor slide by as she got dragged to a new cell but now all alone. once the door closed and several layers of things lowered down to seal her in panic set in. "H-hey! what are you doing?!?" She called out but to no avail her cries were left unheard of most likely blatantly ignored. Then the machine turned on. a pair of speakers of sorts lowered down, startling the young avatar who jumped back and hissed at them in a feral fashion

"Stay back! im armed!" she told the metal machine but to no success as the things turned on. at first she didnt feel anything but it quickly ramped up as her avatar state activated without her consent. "N-nooo..." her eyes flickered as she tried to get out of the avatar state only to go right back into it with vengeance. Winds picked up around her and moved at intense speeds comparable to those of a category 5 hurricane. However that wasnt the end of it. those winds were then followed by a heavy pop audible even through all the layers of protection they had lowered over xiaos location without any instruments. inside their cameras would show that the air had ignited and it was now a fire tornado inside there yet int eh middle of it all the camera would see hail of all things before getting taken out as it melted. the inner glass also exploded into shards of molten silica. the scientists outside could see the metal layers heating up red hot and in spots even going orange hot, threatening to simply melt through. They had ever so foolishly opened the pandoras box.

The only words on the outside that could be heard with her thousand voices were. "Talia... give her back to us..." That line repeated again and again and again.

 

[Wade Von Doom]

Ryan Zokkendov

Ryan followed "Doctor", slightly annoyed at the fact he completely ignored his comment. However, he partially understood, as whoever's army this was, was everywhere. No choice. Ryan sneaked around right behind Doctor, taking a cautious look around before moving from one hiding spot to another. Eventually, they ended up on the opposite side of the building. Ryan saw as these soldiers were dragging cuffed people into a couple of helicopters, some with particularly big restraints. Ryan's focus went back to Doctor, as he informed them they were going into those. Doubt immediately grew in Ryan's head. But Doctor cut it short, providing a plan, a sound one, at that.

"I see. In that case, please return to me my jacket Miss Satellizer. I did not see those soldiers stripping their captives, after all..."

With his jacket again in his hands, Ryan started to put it on again. Before he could even button it up though, Doctor cut himself short, becoming a nervous mess.

"And here I was, believing he had it together..."

He thought, as he glanced at his somehow sweaty savior. But once again, Doctor provided a more than understandable explanation for his nervousness. He was just like them, or that's what he got from what he said. Ryan sighed, but then smiled at him and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"Worry not, Mister Doctor, it is understandable given the situation."

Suddenly, Doctor came back with yet another plan. Involving a key and some piece of technology beyond Ryan's understanding, not that that was hard... But that's besides the point. Doctor somehow managed to make the key very difficult to look at. Ryan tried again and again, but to no avail. It was very confusing for him, and Doctor's explanation didn't help. Ryan decided to just nod as Doctor told them how he came up with the device and how they should act, pretending to get it. He was satisfied enough with the gist of it. Key makes you hard to see. Doctor prepared two more keys, and Ryan didn't hesitate to take it and put it on, as a very unfashionable necklace. Once they had their camouflage ready, Doctor dropped the bomb of their objective.

"W-wait, what?"

Ryan managed to stop himself to yell that out loud. Doctor seemed to be the good guy in this situation, so they were most likely going to do a good thing there, but it was still unpleasant to think of the possibility of causing a bad thing to happen. At this point though, what else was there to do? He had already determined himself to help Doctor.
With a sharp breath, Ryan nodded at the air, given that he couldn't quite see Doctor, and followed the confusing field of not vision in front of him. It was shocking, they were truly unnoticeable. Ryan passed near several soldiers, and not even one glanced in his direction. Ryan got on the cargo bay of one of the helicopters, as instructed, and stood near a corner. All he did from then on was watch silently as every soldier get on, again, without even glancing in his direction, and the doors shut. The helicopters took off, and they sneaked in successfully.

The trip in the chopper wasn't a long one, an hour at best to an aircraft carrier far from the Californian coast. It was from the helicopters that the prisoners were then shipped onto one of the largest plane at the end of the ship's runway. A Lockheed C-5 Galaxy, one of the largest military planes in the world. Many a guard and all captured scattered were put on that plane, with enough room to carry a third of this ship's crew, yet due to the high danger of some of these scattered, the room was needed for extra precaution in the event they tried to escape. If they could without the plane going down. The thunder-man looked like he'd summon lightning to take them all down to the ocean's bottom floor if he tried getting out of his restraints. But, yet again, with the Doctor leading the way, he snuck himself, Ryan and Bridget, right up the cargo bay's ramp, without a single guard even noticing. They just stuck to the right, and no matter how many men they passed, unless they made even a peep, they would easily find some seats at the far end of the plane, away from the guards and the prisoners. The moment the plane took off the ramp-way, the Doctor slowly made his way to the front of the cargo bay, checking on all the prisoners. They were still unconscious, with guards routinely keeping check of them. Just where were they being sent to?

This world was covered in ruins of horrible disasters from decades past, any semblance of civilization seemed out the window by the monsters, and demons, and fear enduing creatures. Who did these men work for? Was there still some sort of world organization, or world power still clinging to life? And why take them all hostage? Whatever the answers may be, the focus for now was seeing where this 'prison' was. And the trip to it was a long, long, loooooong one. 14 hours to be exact. 14 hours of nothing but humming engines, red lights, and footsteps of guards taking shifts, moving from the cabins on board to the scattered group. The three of them would have nothing better to do but keep vigilant, stay on guard, and rest in hiding. It was tedious, but the view outside was a good way to pass the time. it started with the ocean, the ever expansive blue reaching beyond the horizon, to the white clouds as they reached higher into the sky. They started off as bumpy, like little hills forming into spikes, then slowly mixing into lenticular waves, forming and unforming above the water. Slowly, land began to appear, starting as green forests, before slowly shifting to grey mountains. The sun's glow became orange, as it turned to evening, causing the shadows of those mountains to reach for miles along desert plains. Finally, it was succumbed to black, nothing below or above, just darkness. Any clock the three had was likely not time coded to whatever region of the world they were in, but The Doctor's best guess was somewhere in middle Asia. North China, or Mongolia, the flight path of the plane and the fly time matched up with how long it took to get from California to Japan, just with another few hours added, given how far inland they must be. Off in the distance, they could see massive signal lights towards another runway, however, the airbase they were landed at was connected to something bigger.

So this was the prison. Didn't seem so big from the outside, at least in terms of a maximum security prison. Surrounding the area was a circular mountain region, with a gap between it south of the airfield, and nothing but desert for miles and miles separating it from the base. It looked around fifty miles or so away. The landing went smoothly, but the plane did stop, instead, once it had slowed down, it took a turn towards the base, and entered one of the open bays connected to the building. Peeking from their window in the back, the Doctor could see several military vehicles, like tanks, dune buggies, and jeeps fitted with machine guns. The plane stopped dead center of the bay, and before the three knew it, they started going down. An elevator was taking them deeper into the base, some hundred or more meters down it felt like. When the elevator stopped, it was like they just reached an extension of the bay above, except this time more smaller vehicles to travel around the corridors in, yet it was just as busy, if not more with new prisoners in. Like that, when the scattered were moved out the plane, the three would follow, again the Doctor leading the charge. They would witness it all, Elgin playing bad guy, Xiao going into avatar mode, and shortly being tazed so she would stop doing that. The three would watch it all, but The Doctor would keep them at bay. "We can't do anything, at least not now." The best way to break them free was to break everyone out, not just them. He had full faith Ryan and Bridget could do it, but they also looked ready to shed blood, which the timelord being the timelord, didn't want. Once everyone began to be moved, The Doctor lead them into the base, making sure to stay in corners and behind objects, so no one could focus on them. If they walked into a group, they'd be pushing their luck, but as long as they stayed along the walls, the guards couldn't recognize them from the many boxes they were walking behind.

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Over the course of half an hour, all those trapped inside the laboratory cells, or have spikes implanted in their bodies, underwent one hell of a painful time. Luer's was the most fascinating to all of the scientists viewing the tests, as his dragon transformation, while scary, was quite unique. Besides Ayana, there was no one else in the base with dragon abilities, much less transforming into one. While his attempts at escape weren't bad ones, the issue came from the amount of room he had in his cell. From how big he had grown, he wouldn't have enough space for a running start. Like Kirby, his body was pushing against the glass from how massive he became, and the fire would only blind his vision, as smoke started fogging up everything. Not to mention, once they realized he might be as dangerous as Xiao and Dusk, several glass walls were erected for precaution. Dusk was a nonfactor by this point, the beast had fallen asleep finally, but the cracked glass did actually spoke some people. Ayana did nothing to her glass cell, however, and even some scientists watching her laughed at her feeble attempt, the poor dragon girl. Sonic's attempts at stopping his experiment wasn't going well, because whatever the damned bass things were made of, he just couldn't knock them out of the walls with how fast he was going. If anything, they just retracked into the walls while still going, that way their arms weren't being hit. The scariest of them all though was Reegan.

The vines were reaching high and moving into whatever part of her cell had airflow through them, and with the portal now beginning to form, and spirits now flooding out, the scientists kept the emergency failsafe button on in case they needed to flush her out. AKA, fill the cell with enough toxins to kill Reegan twice over. Same with everyone else in their cells, should they become problems. Artis, the two Gaurdians, and Shirou, because they had spikes driven into their wrists, a good amount of blood was starting to seep out of their restraints, staining their clothing and dripping into vent covers under their feet, where blood was collected in massive buckets. Thankfully though, from how tight their arms were, not enough blood was seeping out for them to bleed to death quickly, though the agony likely wasn't helping that fact. Yet still, the only moment the scientists felt any type of disgust for their actions was when Shirou vomited on the floor, falling through the grates, and making them all go, "AUGH!" Wincing back. Not the blood, not him crying in pain, not even the threats of his compatriots feeling the same amount of horrid pain like him. It was literallly just the vomit, and they looked at him like it was his fault.

But, they were getting what they wanted. Artis' blade and the one Shirou summoned, they were taken by one of the scientists to be studied, both grabbed with gloves to keep from being damaged or touched by flesh. They didn't even dare touch Nomad's though, that thing looked like lava taken gun form, and the hole in the wall, which was made to be as impenetrable as possible, did scare the hell out of everyone in the room. Maybe they'd take five and leave the guardian in his armrests. He looked comfy enough. Yes sir, there were some rather close calls being made, and perhaps some short cuts being taken, even though security protocol says everything should stop to deal with the immediate danger. But, all those involved believe the situation was under control. Yes, a dragon suddenly showed up from a person they thought was human, yes a fast hedgehog was trying to destroy their technology to break free, yes a portal to a soul carin was open and vines were growing into the vents, and yes, Sub-Zero's sudden freezing temperatures were starting to outgrow his cell and began reaching where the scientists were sitting, but though it all, even if the situation was beginning to look bad.

They believed they had it under control.............. Would you like to see how they finally lost that control?

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In the highest tower of the base, Elgin, the man in charge of putting everyone through their misery in this place, came up to the control tower from the elevator. It took a good fifteen minutes, but he was playing a little game on his phone and enjoying a cup of coffee in his other hand, the time flashed by without him noticing. Control was having a peaceful night time shift, official time was 11:00 at night, and the moon had finally started to come out from the clouds, its current phase being Waning Gibbous, perhaps a bit closer to full moon, give it a couple more days. Either way, the valley they were in was fully light by moon's rays, and you could see far and wide from their little nest. From how slow things were in the tower, some of the workers up there took shifts taking turns in playing an old game that was set up on one of the unused monitors. It was Mario Party 4 on the GameCube. One of them was playing as Peach, the other Waluigi. Next to the Gamecube itself was Super Smash Bros. Melee, and Soul Calibur 2. They did Mario Party first, since it was early in the night, and it was an easily accessible game. Another group of four was playing blackjack, while the rest stayed seated at their stations. "How we doin' so far?" Elgin asked, looking over the Mario Party game.

"James is winning by two stars, and Bower's in second."

"You last?"

"Tied last with Luigi by one star each."

"How do you suck at this game?"

"It's the controller, man, I hate this controller!"

Everyone in the tower immediately went, "What?!" "Whoa whoa whoa," and, "Are you serious!" No one liked that comment.

"The goddamn C stick on this thing is terrible, plus the D-pad is way too small! I get this is great for Melee, but for anything else, it's outdated!"

Then everyone booed him for that. They all clearly grew up with the Gamecube. "Alright, alright!" Elgin tried getting everyone calm again. "No need to get worked up over Lucas' shitty opinions, if you want, you try beating him in Soul Calibur." Everyone already did. Walking away, he went over to one of the monitors. "How's our newest scattered group doin'?"

"One of them turned into a dragon, another is creating a portal to another dimension."

"Usual then?"

"The dimension portal is new."

Elgin shrugged. "We dealt with demons from hell before. If the portal gets too crazy, just tell the guards to flood the chamber, it'll be a bitch to clean up if it gets too crazy down there."

"Gotcha."

"Anything else on radar?"

"Nothin' so far. Got some blimps off in the distance, but it looks like it'll pass us by."

"Keep an eye on it, if they started coming our way, let me know." Finishing off his coffee, Elgin made his way up to the blackjack game, sitting down at the end of the table. "Now then," he began throwing his cup in the trash. "What's the buy-in?"

Before his question could be answered, without warning, tower was suddenly blinded. A massive flash of neon green light came in through the windows of the tower, with an ungodly screech to follow it, nearly knocking everyone of their seats from how sudden it was. Blocking the light with his hand, Elgin stood up to face the outside, trying to see what just happened. As best his blurry vision could tell, something opened up outside. Something massive. He could spot something white in the middle of it, irradiating the green, but what was causing it, he couldn't tell. As quickly as it began, after a few minutes of the noise and light, it suddenly vanished. Everyone in the control tower looked out the window, rubbing their eyes to get the spots out. Elgin ran up to the window, and saw nothing. "What the fuck was that?!" Control tower James shouted out, picking himself up.

Elgin kept staring out the window, breathing heavily from the scare, before his attention was brought back to within the tower. "Sir!" Someone shouted, "Radar's going wild, we got a couple dozen dots showing up!" Elgin turned to face whoever yelled that, and quickly made his way over. A hundred green dots were flashing on the screen. "Oh shit." Elgin muttered. Outside, around the base, soldiers tried getting things back in order from the blinding light, and put focus on setting up search parties to where the light was coming from. "Get Major Russell on the phone, and start calling in air support, if those dots start coming our way, I want the prison put on high alert and begin lockdown, we can't have anything coming in--" Elgin was cut off before he could finish. All speakers on the base suddenly blared out white noise for a few seconds, catching everyone of guard, before something started to play. More music, but not the kind that was playing before.

"Who the fuck is playing this?!" Elgin shouted. "Shut it off now!" The music was sure to attract whatever those dots were on the radar, as it was blasting out of all speakers in the base. Everyone returned to their stations, yet checking through the systems, everything was down. Their screens were fuzzy, and even their comms were flooded with the damn song. "Everyone's jammed, sir, all systems are locked up!" They could do anything. Even with Elgin tried for the emergency phone, the song was playing from the other end. "Fuck!" He shouted, slamming the phone down. "Shut it down, everything but emergency power!" He ordered, but the moment he gave it, the lights in the tower went dead. Emergency lights turned on, the whole room dime from the floor lights. "What the hell just happened?" All computers were now on emergency standby, basic text over a black screen. "Oooh fuuck." Lucas said aloud, looking at what the text was saying.

"Every cell here is opening, sir."

' t can't be reasoned with, it can't be bargained with...it doesn't feel pity of remorse or fear...and it absolutely will not stop! Ever! Until you are dead.' When the line in the song ended, the music suddenly went loud. All speakers in the base were playing this. And off in the distance, whatever appeared from that light was coming their way. And it attacked fast. From the control tower, Elgin looked back out the window to see what was coming over the walls.

Hundreds of them. Attracted by the sound of the music. They came flooding over the walls, with all soldiers outside quickly firing back. Assault rifles, pistols, machines guns attached to the top of jeeps, whatever they could use to kill, they sent out a barrage of bullets to stop the aliens. But they came from all sides, and the soldiers were unprepared. With a thousand screeching voices, Xenomorphs out-numbered the soldiers ten to one, attacking from the shadows, under the vehicles, where soldiers couldn't see them at first, or at all. Screams of deaths echoed all the way up to the tower, and Elgin finally looked worried. "Oh my god...." He muttered, backing away from the windows. The aliens were now infesting the prison, and making their way down to the cells.

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Before this had taken place, the Doctor and his two new companions, Ryan and Bridget, had managed to successfully sneak down to the lower levels, where all the cells were.

Cable cars passed them from above, and like usual, if they stuck to the corners, not a single guard passing them by would notice, unless they made a sound to attract their attention. Once all guards were cleared of their way, the Doctor continued to lead. "Alright, we'll find the command console for the cells, should be somewhere in this place... if we can find--" Just as he was about to finish his sentence, they passed by a map of the prison, with a red mark saying, 'you are here.' And the command room for the prison was a few sections away from where they were. "Ah, there we go." The Doctor cheerfully said, before moving backwards into the corner, as two guards passed by, before continuing to walk. "Once we get there, we'll have to make a distraction, that way when the cells open, we don't have to deal with too many guards. Bridget, since you're the fastest, you find a way to take the attention someplace far from here, while Ryan, you find the quickest way out, because the moment we--" Before the Doctor could finish, the lights suddenly went out. For a few seconds, they were in complete darkness, before the light came back. Everything turned red from emergency lighting, with the floors the only thing white, showing the way out. The music from above began to play, and soon, the cell doors began to open, one by one. Alarms began to ring, and guards quickly began to run around, going to each of the cells to keep inmates in.

This wasn't good. "Come on!" The Doctor yelled, making a run for it down the hall.

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All cells were now opened. In Alec, Abby and Trigger's room, the shield door shut off the moment things went dark, and when the alarms began whaling, Alec stumbled over to the door in his hurt state, checking to see what was happening, before a guard turned the corner, stopping the Scotsman. "Stay there!" The guard shouted, aiming his rifle at Alec, falling on top of Trigger, (poor lad.) "Don't you fuckin' move!" He threatened. "You come out of this cell, I'll blow your fuckin' heads off, got me?!" The guard was panicked, and his arms shook between Abby, Trigger and Alec, staying in the doorway. Though, unfortunately for him, Alec noticed a tail swinging around his head. Before anyone knew it, that tail struck at the guard, clean through his chest; blood splattering all over Trigger and Alec. The guard stood there, stunned by both the tail and surprise, before a shrieking noise made by the creature dragged him to the side, as the guard screamed in fear. Their sounds echoed down the halls, and eventually disappeared, with Alec looking on; horrified with eyes widened and mouth open. "Wha' the fuck..." Alec stayed on the floor for a few seconds, before slowly standing up again to check the outside of their cells. No guards, but another shrieking noise of some animal. Gunfire could be heard down the hall to the left, with nuzzle flashing creating the shadow of a Xenomorph where the hall took a sharp right turn. Ale ducked behind the doorway, breathing heavily for a few seconds.

They were in deep shit right now. "Ho-ly fuckin'..... We gotta go!" Alec told them both, grabbing Trigger's arms and hoisting the young man over his shoulders. He struggled at first, the pain in his body not withstanding Trigger's weight, but thankfully, he managed to standing up straight after a second or two. Checking the corner one more time, no signs of the creature yet, though screams were now echoing everywhere. Prisoners were escaping and being shot down, while guards were trying to keep them at bay, and dying quicker. With the coast clear, Alec made a run for it, getting away from the all the gunfire.

Callintus and Doctor's cells were opened next, and when their guard entered to check on them, Callintus got the upper hand. And by that, I mean he uppercutted the son of a gun, then tackling him to the ground to deliver a few more punches, knocking him out. The shrieks of those creatures were quick to follow as they both made their way out of the cells. "We must find the others!" Callintus told his cellmates, following whichever direction the Doctor wish to take.

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Those in lab cells were soon freed by whatever was opening this prison up. Luer, Lava, Alistia, Dusk, Sonic, Ranma, Kirby, Ayana, Xiao, Nomad, Horus, Delsin, Artis, Shirou, Sub-Zero, Thor, Tsunade, Reegan, their cells were open, and even their restraints were unlocked electronically. All the scientists stood up from their seats as they watched the cells opened, and quickly tried making a run for it. Shirou, Artis and any non-robotic guardians were the most in trouble, as now that the spikes were out their arms, blood was coming out a lot more. Thor wouldn't be able to stand from where his spike entered, but his body brace was off. And he would have a lot of electricity in his system. Each of them were now free, but now stood another challenge. To escape prison, with guards trying to lock down as much as possible, while alien creatures stalked the shadows and vents. Their shrieks of pure horror could be heard over the alarms and music, and plenty of guards could be heard screaming as they died. Blood was filling the halls, bullet casings everywhere, body parts dismembered.

How the hell do you get out of here?​

 

[littlekreen]

In the tangle lit only by Nirnroot where Reegan's mind still dwelt, she held by a tenuous promise to Odaw. A will that holds at bay the construction of a portal to Oblivion and a tree to fuel it forevermore. The horn sounded triggering her deepest will to surrender to the will if Aedroth to end the world. Unable to conceive of the bass speakers projecting their lie of a broken seal. Her inner spirits proved unprepared to reason the end back as dead bones set without due care. Meant to twined together within the birth tree of a Samhain Spriggan. Instead stories with poor memory to Reegan and too busy at the shores of death.

Where even Odaw was better known than the new voices tried to raise anyone at all. Eyes from inside improbable to science now also particularly impeccable ones. So where living saw gloom Odaw saw the vines reform in ways the scientists external could not. Reegan's will not yet to die keeping them from ceasing to live like her. If scientists destroyed her within this glassy prison... Odaw saw the tunnel slacken then tense with distance again as Reegan promised to stay awake. The Carin drifted on a collision course he presumed held at bay now only by the existence of her will.

Odaw stopped to muse whether Alec would find humor in the notion that the Spriggan was now a dead man's switch. These thoughts shattered by crackling vines deeper in the conduit. Ash spilling out by burning blue electric arcs. He scanned them with rapt attention his omnitool finding very high amperage discharges. Vines had dug into something he theorized.

Thorny vines a curling twine shudder and deform that passage to enlarge but held at no complaint. Strange black creatures fled the new passage open there. Away from the side tunnel of electric and fire discharge into a thorny Carin conduit. The Bosmer priest said of Reegan the spriggan had an affinity for animals. More accurate to say 'beasts' of these creatures Odaw noted. Spriggans clear as passive agents at best and horrific motivators when enraged. Reputed to pass baleful intellect to animals that ought not to have it. Open threats by Spriggan to enemies of ecological stability. Also whatever were enemies of something named Kynareth in their own parlance.

Within the dim flickering hum of Nirnroot in the conduit channel, those beasts watch him. Long eyeless heads and maw-faces look back to them in predatory consideration. Others fled away to continue on toward the portal's end. Rather than cracks, he realized, the conduit's ivy walls flexed outward. A growing root system to support a tree to end all intelligent life on Mudus should Men and Mer fall. The creatures instead exploiting it to bypass obstructions. He thought it likely by the Spriggan's own innate will to survive the threat. Baleful indeed.

The electricity stopped as the world far beyond went dark. His amphibian heart balked at the possibility they'd broken the cocoon. Omnitool picked up feeble signals of a distant world. Reading the soon deadly space at the end of the portal. Only lights and jamming had died clearing Reegan's obstructions. All but Reegan's Nirnroot hum as a false ending horn she obeyed cased to play its note.

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Reegan opened her eyes inside the cocoon as her body took shape again. Mind searching for the horn which had stopped. A Dremora lying inside her mind saying it was all a trick. That horn still sounded and the world was dead. Just let go. Sturdy ironwood regrew a humanoid body inside the cocoon. Again the dominating broadcast in her mind the wisdom of her tethered voices. The other was a lie; an impostor in the voice of Aedra. A once pitch-dark cocoon inside glassy chamber flares blood-red. Sacrilege serving as fertile soil for wrath. Therein a portal grew as the contact with Oblivion fell away. Divided into its own drifting past vines into the chamber independent of her anchor. Enough that its swirling disturbance tore at the ceiling and floor in hot plasma arms. Force of the tunnel ramming shrapnel into glassy protections where the scientists stood.

The cocoon cracked the force quakes sturdy steel flooring. Retaining glass suffered no more a fault of shuddering fractures curling around it. Weakened in all directions. A set of thorned hands reveals through the crack a red-glowing hollow eye.

As well as a voice in ragged rasps no less incensed, "Lies. LIES! VIOLATORS! The wraith at the end of life know what you've done and I am the monster in their valley."

Sheets and shards of cocoon dried to fall away as if an egg the Xenomorph themselves used. Leafy shards disgorged a Spriggan reformed for delivering suffering. Larger writ by death to do her duty than the kinder inquisitive sort once there with a soft glow of the sun Magnus. Instead an inner blood-red glow of the corpse-aedra moon that was Masser now in a solar eclipse. Now there was no mercy for these unwitting servants of the threat to life. Only the pounding drums of inexhaustible rage.

Hollow eyes and a stern grimace glower at the portal. Its purpose would serve her instead. One hand raised to will the portal to face her thereby bisecting the glass. A blender of transparent shards erupts that her thorny body shrugs off. A set of long curling ironwood horns for a crown set with long black vines of thorns trails past her shoulders. The power given by once spreading end ebbed soon. Used to give access to the creatures walking through her new shifting roots. A fist made called the portal into being by leave of the wraith, the Ideal Masters.

Obsidian and basalt hammers metal out of by way of a 10-meter high gate to oblivion. A summoned thin that blew sturdy but mundane matter aside. A thorny vined foot craters metal to shoot past the border of the destroyed container. Racing buckshot metal and shards to crack and spall the viewing window.

Black forms pour out the portal behind her in similar gout as Xenomorph give chase to new environs. Intelligent scavengers followed a high predator to fresh meat. As the tide of glass and metal hit the window so did Reegan as dense clawed fingers pound into metal below the frame.

The scientists had little time to react before the reinforced frame screamed defeat. Cracks breach dying chamber air with it A bandsaw scream of the thorn-bound. Metal and glass crumpled into the ceiling unprepared. A fire of oxidation in her touch as death corrupted the metal rusting everything in contact. The closest scientist gasping for air as her aura of the end drains oxygen to rust within a small room. His lungs partly rotted from inside. As she stepped through what was once safety the Xenomorph parted to each side. That claws and tail destroy the once observers now prey.

A thunderhead of deep red wrath angled her head to focus on one man. Encountered falling backward through the door in a desperate escape. Entreaties of mercy fell to deaf ears as she grabbed both his shoulders easy hoist to her own height. The man gibbers to himself to then squeal at her grip crushing his shoulders. One move lowered knee to his breastbone his fate sealed. Immense strength crumped his fleshy shoulders forward about his spine. Bloody convulsions all left of meat and bone once a man. Others screaming behind her as the xenomorphs tore them apart.

Part of her kinder psyche returned a blood-price paid to choose what path comes next. Odaw insisted she finds her fellow prisoners due to the creatures. Though she wanted to find the gangly man and wondered if the dark one was hurting in his cell. The gangly man Haassethur could fend for himself. Reegan looks at the crowd of Xenomorph spreading out from her cell behind her. Considering their utility to nature's wrath.

Wisdom imparted creatures pelting her mind said rather than ordered, "Suffer those that live here first. They are the greatest threat. Breach the cells and weaken the whole by loosing their enemies."

A mind tuned to the wilds could tell the creatures acted like a whole. Rather than scurry away many trail in her wake. It judged its own path with intelligent agency and she was a battering ram. They would consider her in place of some greater being she did not yet detect. They balked behind her in a flare of light from one passage ahead. A gout of flame sent burning xenomorph retreating. Men turning to fire to conquer mature. Her wrath needed no such tool it seethed with patience.

As the man rounded the corner he met the oncoming freight train that was Reegan's crown instead. Instinctively drawing him to his doom but not on their own. Not at first. His faceplate now half literal such Reegan looked at the human inside. One hand in a firm grip to a useless flamethrower flaring at one side. Hand an immovable object the narrowed eyes of her fury an implacable force. A moment's thought to disable him reached over his arm to gather the gun instead. Fuel line tore away the pilot light all that remained to sputter down. In dim emergency light clawed hands pierced a jaw to scatter his front teeth. Her tool a fuel pipe rammed down his throat.

Both gun and man gurgled though he in pain collapsing to the ground. Reegan gathered the flamethrower with feeble pilot light sputtering enough. As xenomorph almost unlit by her feral red glow and emergency lights raced beside her. Bullets and blood ricochet across the hallway. A stare of clenched teeth and spalling wood from bullets as a fixed stare held the pilot to his mouth. Reegan turned to leave a faint blue blow at his mouth. Fire immolating his precious lungs to muffled screams of his last useful breath. Xenomorphs soon returned to finish the job as her woody feet thumped away.

Soon she reached another holding area where she could see the desperate lockdown. A wheeling camera on backup power its door sealed. Lens fixated on her as the viewing room proclaimed lockdown at her touch. Worried jerks of unsteady hands panned across the walls, the floor, then the ceiling. Black bodies arriving at her flank. Vultures knowing the portents of bloody slaughter. One punch deformed the door, another tore the frame, the last kick fractured it inward. The last spelled their doom as Reegan kicked heavy metal through them. Speeding straight across the room the bent door broke a man in half. Uninterrupted then blew out the viewing room from inside. A wet body cracked then splattered in two upon the cell where Dusk lay sleeping.

Odaw told her what to push as she opened a panel then pressed buttons. Several explosions later emergency releases blew the glass front of Dusk's cell away.

Her perhaps familiar voice calls down from the window to Dusk:

We are not their safety
We are not their prodigal sun
We will not hold their standard
We are not their vision divine

We are not their paragon of just
We are not their sacrifice
We are not their shelter in a storm
We are by other means damned

WE ARE DEATH.
Rise, Rip and tear, until it is done.

 

[ChrisClark13]

Ayana forced herself back to her feet and just glared at the scientists. With a lack of anything better to do, she decided to keep slamming her head into the glass over and over, harshly. Not really in an attempt to break out, but just to injure herself in order to give the energy welling up inside her something to do- healing the self-inflicted damage. It was also a somewhat cathartic way to express her frustrations.

The scientists laughed at her, mocked her. Then their heckling paused suddenly and Ayana glanced up to see them looking at something at their... station? Workbench? Whatever it was they looked interested in it. They've probably figured out her why she was banging her head on the wall then. Shame they solved the puzzle she presented them, but it was no reason for her to change her course of action.

After that, they looked bored. One of them even left (to go grab snacks and use the restroom). Another pulled out a thing from their pockets, a small rectangular thing and leaned back in his chair, now clearly more interested in whatever the rectangle was showing him now than in her. With an annoyed growl, she increased the force of her headbutting, her own blood now starting to smear on the glass.

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Several minutes of this monotony, the lights suddenly went out- and so did the damn noise. Ayana stilled herself and backed up. Someone must've done something. Before her eyes had time to adjust to the darkness, the lights came back on- but red this time. The fuckers at the workstation looked panicked, which brought a toothy grin to her face. She was worried that with the things on the side of her cell blasting that strange noise, she'd have a hard time calling on her magic. But now... she chuckled darkly... now, they had turned off and she was overflowing with power. She called upon the necromantic energies in her body and directed them to her restraints as she flexed her muscles. She was rewarded with a screech and groan of the metal breaking as it began to decay and rust. Then to her surprise, they simply popped open and clattered to the ground of their own accord. Courtesy of whoever was causing this ruckus she supposed.

Even better, the walls keeping her in were opening up. The fuckers scrambled and made for the door. A bestial roar echoed from her throat as she squeezed her way past the rising glass and fell upon the fuckers. One of them pulled a small weapon, a handgun she faintly remembered, and rapidly fired in a panic at her. Some of the bullets struck true, though they were blunted by her armor. A thought crossed her mind that these fucks were really sloppy, leaving her with her armor like that. Warborn smiths just don't cut corners when it came to their gear (unless it was for kobolds, those guys always got the short end of the stick).

When she made contact with the first human in her way, she quickly and brutally tore his throat out with her teeth. She quickly stole the man's soul, as well as his gun. The other screamed and ran for it, only to receive some bullets in his back- then one in his head as she walked her shots across his body. Finally, she allowed herself a moment to breathe and take stock of her bearings. She turned her cold rage upon the captive soul of the scientist and pressed it for information as she looked around at the machinery.

The computer screens around her sadly seemed to have been rendered useless by whatever had broken her out, nevermind the song that was mockingly playing over the intercom. The buttons on the console still probably worked, but nothing would probably be of immediate use except a lockdown that kept things from getting in, or out, of this room. Which would be great if she had the slightest intention of holing up in here to wait out whatever mess was likely going on in the halls.

That done, she pressed the soul for where her weapons were being kept and quickly got an answer, the experiment labs. Her shit, save for the cursed sword and the mythril-edged knives, would likely have been thrown in some kind of short-term storage. The cursed sword and the knives only being out to compare and contrast with the other magical swords and keyblade (which was some kind of strange, but incredibly powerful weapon?? what the hell) they'd taken off the other Scattered.

Ayana's mind made up, she looted the other handgun and the scientist's keycards and smartphones. The electronics she could figure out what to do with later, only really grabbing for the fact that it was somewhat dear to her captive. When the scientist's soul started to babble about what she could do with the smartphone, she cut him off with a mental glare. Now was not the time for distractions. Especially since she could swear she was hearing something crawling and scrabbling around in the walls, in the vents. For some reason, that was enough to send the scientist into hysterics.

Keeping her profile low, she opened up the door to the halls only to see carnage. She spied soldiers, prisoners, and Monsters all fighting each other. The Monsters, which her captive helpfully screamed at her were called "Aliens", clearly having the upper hand in the fighting. In fact, one of them seemed to be looking in her direction.

Fuck, both her and her captive thought in unison. Her next thought was that that Monster was going to be a bitch and a half to kill. The captive soul of the scientist just screamed in pants-shitting terror. Luckily, some other fool started shooting at the Alien while yelling, "Over here you bastard! Get some of this!" A glance down the hall showed that her would-be savior was a solider, equipped with a ridiculously large gun of some kind. Godsspeed you ballsy bastard, she thought as she started planning her escape route.

Then she heard scrabbling and the screeching of metal coming from behind her. Nope, no time to plan after all!

With rage and fear fueling her heels, she sprinted as fast as she could down to where her weapons were being held. She did her best to skirt around ongoing fights, though she had to either wait or help the fights along with a few bullets on occasion. Nevermind the heart-pounding terror she felt when sneaking around the Aliens- which thankfully seemed happy enough to go after the soldiers first if they saw one; apparently the well-armed and armored humans being a bigger threat than her. The worst part that all this sneaking around was starting to make her go in circles from all the detours! Without a way to muscle past the guards or the growing numbers of ALIEEENNSSS she was basically stuck! On top of that, some of the other escapes were in a state best described as "approach me if you wish to die" and she had to avoid those people too!

But back to the terrifying space Monsters, she would've loved to get her hands on one of their souls so she could borrow their sneaking and combat skills; but the information of the layout and functions of the base, nevermind how to simply use all this advanced technology around her, was more important right now. Probably. She didn't have time to really think about it. Though the soul of the captive scientist wouldn't stop fucking screaming and babbling. Mostly he would just repeatedly yell 'KILL IT WITH FIRE, THEY'RE SCARED OF FIRE!' whenever she saw an Alien. It was really ruining the cool focus she was trying to maintain to push down her fear.

Nevertheless, she slowly made her way to the experiment labs.