CLOSED SIGNUPS The Evrensel Conflict: Act 1 -- Chapter 1, Mission Ξ: Black Future

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Samus Aran

As she sprinted, peering back her suit noticed two things, the first being the charging guns of a different kind of robot that appeared to have com out of nowhere, and the second being a young blond woman blissfully walking across the landscape, apparently unaware of the oncoming death that was soon to be upon them.

Noticing a chasm opening up on what was essentially a barren landscape, she pointed towards it for the rest of the party as she split off, doubling her efforts as she bolted towards Yang, taking notice of the bizarre mechanical arm, but putting it aside for later as she flicked her beam to grapple and fired a glowing beam at the woman aimed at her midriff, retracting it, grabbing the woman bridal-style, and leaping into the chasm as the landscape was lit up by the hail of plasma-fire.

Falling into the abyss, even Samus with her enhanced physical abilities was gasping, but she couldn't rest yet, as everything had a bottom, and she definitely had to prepare for it. It vaguely reminded her of one of her many fights with Ridley.

shifting the unknown woman into her left arm, she charged a shot and fired it straight down, providing some light for both her and the others to hopefully see the bottom. Everyone else would have to figure out a way to survive the fall themselves, but she had herself and the stranger covered with her grapple, at least.

Breathing heavily as she stared down in anticipation, she wondered if they understood she'd just saved her life, not that she expected thanks. Being a bounty hunter was a thankless job after all.
 

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Samus Aran

As she sprinted, peering back her suit noticed two things, the first being the charging guns of a different kind of robot that appeared to have com out of nowhere, and the second being a young blond woman blissfully walking across the landscape, apparently unaware of the oncoming death that was soon to be upon them.

Noticing a chasm opening up on what was essentially a barren landscape, she pointed towards it for the rest of the party as she split off, doubling her efforts as she bolted towards Yang, taking notice of the bizarre mechanical arm, but putting it aside for later as she flicked her beam to grapple and fired a glowing beam at the woman aimed at her midriff, retracting it, grabbing the woman bridal-style, and leaping into the chasm as the landscape was lit up by the hail of plasma-fire.

Falling into the abyss, even Samus with her enhanced physical abilities was gasping, but she couldn't rest yet, as everything had a bottom, and she definitely had to prepare for it. It vaguely reminded her of one of her many fights with Ridley.

shifting the unknown woman into her left arm, she charged a shot and fired it straight down, providing some light for both her and the others to hopefully see the bottom. Everyone else would have to figure out a way to survive the fall themselves, but she had herself and the stranger covered with her grapple, at least.

Breathing heavily as she stared down in anticipation, she wondered if they understood she'd just saved her life, not that she expected thanks. Being a bounty hunter was a thankless job after all.
The shot Samus fired down into the endless chasm below seemed to grow in size as she fell towards it further and changing color from yellow to blue. As quickly as she fell with Yang, the color then engulfed them both, and suddenly, the world turned completely black again. The grey sky had disappeared, all sound was gone, and they could feel the ground beneath them without even feeling the landing.

In fact, the same would happen to the others. 1B, as she ran away with the other Waddle Dee's, would be blinded by the same flash moments before she was hit by an artillery strike from above. Isaac, covering from the strikes as well, also would be engulfed by the light. Proto and Alison, also struck by the flash of light before they could continue fighting against the robots. Even Felix, inside his massive mech, would be suddenly teleported from inside his cockpit, as the light flashed from his monitors, and blinded him, before he suddenly couldn't feel his seat.

The flash wasn't like the one that brought them all here. It was suddenly, like the flash on a camera, and they wouldn't feel the sense of falling like before. Instead, they were in completely darkness, not a sound to be heard, and the air turning stale. A better improvement from the ash and dust clouds. Before any of them could speak aloud, a light was suddenly turned on. The Frenchman from before, the one Isaac spoke to, was holding an orb of light in his hand, and threw it up into the air, lighting the area.

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Up above, there was a ceiling, with faint sounds of fighting above. The Frenchman then started saying loud, "ow, ow, ow, ow!" As he ripped off the strange device in his hand Isaac would've seen before when up close to him.

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It was smoking from overheating. "Too much traveling overheats it." He told everyone, shaking his hand to cool it off with air. "Any of you doctors?"​
 

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Time is weird.

Space is weirder.



And this could be said in double for anyone that had never had the opportunity to traverse either in ‘unnatural’ ways. So when the young blond girl from Renmant was plucked up and deposited elsewhen, it can be understood that her mind wasn’t exactly all in it. Yang has never been a slouch in intelligence, but this whole brief ordeal sends her for a mental loop.

When time and space suck you up into nowhen, and then spits you out into somewhen, there are major details about your new reality that can be skipped.

Like a giant metal death machine hanging over your head.

Yang’s perception had gone into something of a tunnel vision. And after only about 1 minute does the gravity of the situation start to creep into her pretty mind. Her hurried pace slows and her lilac colored eyes are drawn upwards towards that… metal tower… thing… in the sky. She then stops completely, her thick hair swaying with the increasing atmospheric chaos.

“Is.. is that… an Atlas machine?” she ponders in a half absent tone as she stares up.

And with that averted gaze, she barely sees Samus charging at her.

She feels something at her bare midsection, and she looks down as her arms raise up at her sides. “WhatTheWhat?!” she utters in shock. And as the line is retracted back to its source, she lets out a loud “GRUH!” Yang growls and grasps onto the energy beam, but lets out a grunt as she suddenly finds herself in Samus’ arm. Her eyes are wide with anger and she grits her teeth as her left hand draws back with the intention of putting said fist right through Samus’ head.

Fortunately for all involved Yang’s attention is suddenly averted. The rising glow of plasma fire behind Samus, the now churning and disintegrating under them. She lets out a loud yelp as they fall together, Yang inadvertently grasping the forearm of Samus’ armor.

Things are happening… very fast.

But Yang has never been one to give into confusion for to long without acting.



When in doubt, punch something.



With an angry growl Yang pushes off Samus, but she doesn’t go far. Samus fires the shot straight down, and Yang’s wide eyes follow it down. And down. And down.

Looking back towards Samus, Yang’s mind now starts to put together the situation. First situation… this robot person probably just saved her. Second situation… the sudden stop that will inevitably come at the bottom of this shaft. “Thanks for the save!” Yang shouts, and her right hand snaps out to grab onto one of Samus’ shoulders, finding a handhold. “Ya look tough, Penny2, but mebbe I can help ya!” After all, falling exercises are one of her fave things ever. Yang thrusts her left fist out in a punching motion, the sound of a gun cocking heard then. Her gaze snaps left to right… the debris they fall with are now descending at the same rate they are. So they’ve attained terminal velocity. With another grunt she draws Samus back to put herself now below Samus. With a wide and excited grin she shouts so Samus can hear. “Lemme take the impact! This is gonna be awesome!”

But she would not get the chance to stick that landing, since it seems to be done without her knowing. Her eyes squint as now the shaft seems to shift in hues, but she doesn’t look away. If something bad is coming (like the ground) she wants to meet it with eyes wide open.

They both then find themselves… safe. Somehow. Yang’s chest heaves as she now tries to catch her breath. She goes into an immediate en-guard fighting stance, moving so her back is close to Samus. And she remains close to her. A sudden new light catches her eyes, and she spins to face in the direction it had come from. The ‘Frenchman’ had illuminated an orb… Yang’s never seen something like that. Not a flashlight, not a torch. But both. Odd.

And it doesn’t get less odd, does it?

Her eyes would follow the light, as if mesmerized by it. She can make out a ceiling, a rocky one. The air is old… it reminds Yang of the Fallen City, really. Yang’s attention is diverted towards the voice… but she glances towards Samus before looking back to the man that had helped them all see the light.

Get it?

“Someone’s gonna need more’n a doctor if someone doesn’t tell me what the heck is going on.” Her tone an angry one, her defensive stance relaxing a little. But it wasn’t just Samus, Yang and the ‘Frenchman’ here. There was now a small crowd. Beings diverse in shape and technology… she can’t quite get her head wrapped around all of that right now.
 

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Samus Aran

the woman pushing away from her then hefting her on-top was strange, but she assumed they had a plan. They sounded almost excited, to which she gave them a strange and slightly worried look, but did as she was bid.

Her concentration had been locked to the area below them, that was until something strange began happening to her beam, suddenly expanding and engulfing them both as she found her feet on solid ground.

The bounty hunter let go of the breath she'd been holding, and sighed as some frenchman she vaguely remembered meeting shook his smoking gauntlet, her savior, it seemed. She was left speechless, interspatial travel was one thing but teleportation was beyond anything she'd seen in her universe, but she did as she usually did and met it with an air of expectance.

The universe's greatest bounty hunter couldn't be seen as one easily surprised, she was supposed to be a role model for the federation, even if it had been thrust upon her.

She wasn't a doctor, so didn't bother answering his call, but she did give him an appreciative nod, and while she spoke no words, her gratitude was immeasurable. It was rare for her to need saving.

Turning to the blonde, she tapped a button on the side of her neck as her helmet fizzled away to reveal Samus herself.

"Nobody knows, we'll figure it out soon enough I expect, but for now stick with us." she offered with a polite smile before pointing to herself. "Samus Aran."

She'd never been one to parade her achievements, her name was enough, and her actions would speak greater than word of her deeds.

Examining her suit, it was still missing a number of features, but it still held the most important ones, her power ball, and the grapple beam so she guessed she wouldn't complain.

Feeling the cool air on her face, she grimaced. Gone were the days she would enjoy brisk climates as her metroid dna seemed to begin protesting as a level of discomfort settled upon her, thus her hand rose up again and flicked up the helmet again. The irritation was gone, as quickly as it had come.

She sighed again, before recomposing herself and looking back towards the frenchman.
 
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Felix was dumbfounded. No visible damage to the enemy. Just a scorch mark. He’d fired one of the most powerful ballistic weapons known to the inner sphere directly at the enemy mech, and that damn shield stopped it without any visible damage. Felix failed to notice the energy shield covering the physical, but why would he? Those didn’t exist in his world, and the subtle shimmer never registered to his eyes. Perhaps if he had known, he’d have held hope of victory. As it was, he was starting to circle-strafe, discouraging his foe’s advance with laser fire, aimed towards its head, hoping that the risk of damaging its sensors would keep that shield up while he rifled through options. He’d almost decided on trampling through the enemy ground troops and angling his AC20 up to strike the drop ships, but the light changed everything.

His sensors went wild and identification tags struggled to label the energy. He first imagined it a nuclear weapon. But if that were the case, wouldn’t the blast be instant? The sensors then declared it a jump ship spinning up its drive. A Kearny-Fuchita drive? Planetside? He had no idea what would happen if that was the case. Nobody knew how the damn things worked anymore, and even if they did, what maniac would activate one on a planet’s surface? The flash cut through cockpit glass and blast visor alike as he felt the familiar pull of a jump, the sickening feeling of being stretched like taffy… and the far more distressing sense of losing his sensor feedback from the neurohelmet.

Felix landed hard, his go-bag in hand. When did he grab it? Wait, that question could wait. Where was his ejection pod? Where was Pirouette?… Where was HE? The mechwarrior got off his bruised rear and stood unsteadily, slinging the duffel over his right shoulder while his left hand went to his sidearm. Isaac and Samus were there. Good. There were also two less familiar faces. One, a woman with what appeared to be a prosthetic arm. She was with Samus, and the Bounty Hunter seemed to tolerate her. Good enough for Felix. Next was a fellow with a noticeable Davion Accent. Er, French, he supposed. But in his world, the British and French forged Davion space together, so the confusion was understandable. He babbled about travel and the steaming wrist device and overheating before requesting a doctor.

“I know a bit about field medicine. Most of my kit’s used up, but I might still have burn cream.”

he said, slowly putting together that the device probably burned the fool… Then the bits about traveling and overheating registered, alongside the teleportation, the device, and the miraculous technologies he’d seen here.

“That’s a Jump Drive, isn’t it? You jumped us out… You… DISPOSSESSED ME! AGAIN!”

he screamed, his voice cracking as all thoughts of rendering medical aid were replaced by a desire to dent this damn Davion’s nose in with his fist. And if nobody tried to stop him, he’d definitely take a swing at the guy.
 

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Isaac didn't appreciate the fact that he was essentially made into a bag of potatoes to be lugged around, watching as the landscape got more and more blurred as the person carrying him dodged attacks while he held on tightly as he could.

He soon noticed the ground opening up, and since he wasn't perfectly content with the idea of falling to his death, Isaac calmly informed his ride. "Look out for the fucking pit!" He yelled out as they then fell for a couple hundred feet, before a light filled his vision and like before he was teleported, his momentum causing him to roll when he finished teleported.

Tumbling to a stop, Isaac laid on his back, panting as he wanted to just close his eyes and pass out, but begrudgingly pulled himself to his feet. Groaning the entire way through, the one thing Isaac developed was back problems, causing his slouch and why he almost developed a painkiller addiction before they did surgery to ease pressure on his spine. Didn't stop the slouch none, however.

Their savior appeared to be the Frenchman from before, waving the hot gauntlet with the hand Isaac had shook. From the steam, the gauntlet produced a good amount of heat, the specs he would love to look at. But seems they had some newcomers to the wonderful party with shit pie being offered, everyone introducing themselves. Undoing his helmet in a less than flashy style than Samus', Isaac looked tired and had a beard forming.

"Isaac. Isaac Clarke, CEC Engineer. Are any of ya hurt? Got some Med-Packs and some potions." He offered to the Frenchman and the others had they been hurt during the fall.

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With a high pitched whine she removes one arm from the orange creature to grab the hilt of her blade, spinning and drawing it in a single motion to cut at the projectile. Only to pause as she found herself no longer on the field but in a cavern. The whine died down as she returns to normal power consumption, sheathing her sword.

Solar Charge 78%...

Returning her arms to holding the orange creature close to her she looked around at the others in the cavern.

"Requesting Identification," She says to the group, taking note of the two that had identified themselves

Designation: Samus Aran...
Gender: Female...
Affiliation: Unknown...
Capabilities: Armored, energy weaponry...


Designation: Isaac Clarke
Gender: Male...
Affiliation.... CEC....
Searching Database....

Affiliation: Unknown, possible cover...


Putting those two to a lower priority she looked at the remaining group, awaiting identification.
 

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Yang’s eyes remain locked upon the beings in the short distance, looking as if she is ready to punch a hole right through any of them at the drop of a hat. Any hat. She holds her ground, wholly expecting another attack or… green beam… or sudden fall… or robots carrying her like they’re married…
Eeesh.
With Samus’ voice Yang feels herself very surprised and she looks over her shoulder towards the other woman, Samus’ features now revealed as the helmet withdraws. Her now widened lilac colored eyes just stare over her shoulder, and it actually takes a few moments to speak. “Huh…. you’re a girl…” her tone one of genuine surprise. So probably was a little mistake calling her Penny2. Samus introduces herself, but Yang doesn’t react to that as yet. Instead her attention draws back to the others.

CEC… identification… Jump drive… dispossessed…

This is making her head hurt.

Yang’s left hand clenches into a fist and the gold colored gauntlet abruptly folds in on itself. What is left is a thick bracelet affixed to her wrist. Glancing down at herself, she makes she her huntress gear is all there for the most part. Her right hand then lifts and she motions to herself as she speaks, her eyes starting on the others and then moving to Samus.

“Yang.”


She says simply. Samus had said she should stick with them… which is an odd thing to say, in Yang’s view at least. While she knows she is in some weird trouble here, in the back of her mind she can’t help but suspect one of them here as being the reason she was brought here. Kidnapped, more accurately.

Yang’s eyes narrow as Felix expresses his…. dissatisfaction… with one of the others there. She recognizes when someone is angry enough to swing… she’s elicited such a reaction in enough people to know it all to well. With a huff Yang marches right towards the other small group, walking right passed the Frenchman and towards the oncoming Felix. Her angry eyes stare into his as she strides towards him “You calm down right the damn now, man! You need to throw a fit and hit something, bring it on!” Her voice gains in emotion and anger towards the end, but she keeps the cauldron of angry energy locked up tight inside. “We’re gonna figure things out together!” She sees that as the best plan. She hasn’t been witness to what had come before her sudden arrival, all she knows is what she has been witness to in the passed few minutes. “I need to get back!” She says as she stops between Felix and the Frenchman, silently daring him to step to her. She doesn’t know who or what he is, but that doesn’t stop her from standing up, to make herself a target instead of another around her…
 

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The experiment looked as things got grim, a lot more robots landed and started firing away lasers towards the general direction of the people fighting, and he was about to be in range, too. He dropped the ball he crafted in fear. A huge portion of land started collapsing, kicking even more fear into him. He was about to release one of his Noble Phantasms when the ground beneath him gave away. This was just getting worse by the second. The chasm he was falling into was quite deep, it seemed infinite. It was then that the Proto-Servant realized what was going on. He wasn't free yet, he wasn't left off to die, his creator still had one more experiment planned for him: Whatever awaited for him at the bottom of this chasm.

And just like that, he felt ground beneath him. Another flash of light, then nothing for an instant, and now cold hard ground. He laid prone and motionless for a moment, trying to make sense of what just happened. He reached the same conclusion yet again, he was taking part in some bizarre experiment. He jumped to his bare feet, and materialized a scimitar in each of his hands, like along with his restraining chains on wrists and ankles, were golden in their entirety. The chains had a pyramid shaped spike at their ends, all four pointed at the rest of the group, as if they had life of their own. "HEY!" He screamed angrily at all of them, his weapons now gaining glowing cracks of red light "You're working with Oz, aren't you!? Well, I'm done with that damn room, him, and anyone related to him! I'M NOT GOING BACK!" He stated furiously, but if anyone paid close enough attention, they would note the underlining fear in his words. A scar ridden body covered by what looked like a black, raggedy prison uniform, along with part of what he was using as potential weapons only accentuated that.