CLOSED MAIN STORY The Evrensel Conflict: Prologue -- The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday -- UTOPIA

[Wade Von Doom]

~~GM~~

"I will join you two," Jin told both David and Zhan, "at least to see if the line is safe enough to use. But I will stay behind to ensure the others can also escape. If we cannot rejoin together, continue without us. Look for the 'round' ship, that is where my camp is." And before they split off for good, "... I am Jin. I wish we had met under better circumstances." He addressed the group.

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UP TOP:

There was only one staircase up to the bridge along the right side of the ship. The left side had collapsed into the ocean, either rusted or broken off when something collided against the starboard. There were two floors of accommodations to pass through before reaching the bridge, with several of those grotesque humanoid sea-creatures patrolling the halls. With two overlooking the lower decks from the balconies.

At the bridge itself, the windows were all broken; shattered glass laying across the metal flooring between the ship consoles and the helm. Three more of those creatures were patrolling around and behind the bridge. The latter leading up the main mast, where the metal wire they could slide down, was about twenty-five feet from there.

The staircase was completely open, leaving them exposed to both the elements and patrols, yet was almost pitch black. But, the entrance holds leading into the accommodations were unlocked, and offered plenty of corners, old furniture and debris to hide behind to sneak around them.

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DOWN BELOW:

It was a much different story down below. Climbing down the cargo boxes lead to a massive cargo bay.

There were plenty of places for cover and to hide. It was a straight shot to the bow of the ship. And there was an opening to other shipwrecks they could climb across.

However...

One minute, you're home. Perhaps you are doing something of great importance, like saving the world from a great evil, or stopping some super-villain from destroying it, or even catching a robber before they can escape justice. Or maybe you have finished your quest, finally finding peace from just a long journey and preparing to kick up your feet. Maybe you are on the verge of death, avenging the loss of a loved one to some vicious brute or sadist. Maybe you are beginning that journey that will forever change you. Whatever your story is, or was, it will now become forever altered.
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Something suddenly starts to feel different. The surrounding air feels strange, like there's a build up of static electricity. Your skin begins to tingle, while your feet no longer feel planted firmly against the ground, as though gravity is beginning to lighten. The ground vibrates, and small ripples of air begin flowing, at first as a calm breeze, but then growing more intense in strength. To the point where they become shockwaves visible to the naked eye. Whatever is causing it can be seen in the sky.

A beam of light passes through the atmosphere of the planet at incredible speed. From where it's aimed to hit the ground is what's causing the shockwaves and ground to shake, with the electrical current it's creating now becoming strong enough to interfere with electrical circuitry. And when it finally hits, the blast is like an atomic bomb going off. To stare directly at it would be like staring into the sun. It grows in size and begins engulfing everything, and before you can do anything to stop it, the blast engulfs you into it.

You feel like you're falling through the air; so fast you can't even open your eyes without them stinging by both the g-force of your flight and blinding light around you. Whatever you can see is faint, but you can just about notice the passing of stars, planets, supernovas, even black holes. Space is passing you by at the speed of light. Your center of gravity is completely gone, and all you can do is be thrown around by the incredible force that flings you across the galaxy.

All of reality blasts by you, and when it feels like your body is about to be ripped apart… You come out the other end.

With another blinding flash of familiar light, the cargo bay is lit up by the arrival of yet more scattered. Who would be falling to the rusted grating floors below. Such a racket could not be ignored by those searching the ship for 'their kind.' Before the newly arrived could take their bearings of the new world they found themselves stuck in, they were quickly met with rusted blades and inhuman body parts that forced them to their knees.

The humanoid creatures formed out of the shadows of the cargo bay. Stepping through the rusted boxes and barnacle covered walls like they were doors. "WE FOUND 'EM!" One shouted, taking the edge of its sword and poking at the jugular of the first 'scattered' it grabbed. That being a woman who wore a uniform resembling that which Severin wore.

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[BazusoTheGrey]

Oliver watched as the unfortunate assholes who teleport-

Other subjects being teleported in. From observation, it would seem that their style of dress is as motley as the others. Though their fashion choices are somewhat recognizable, you cannot distinctly put a label on which side of the city they are from... they might even be from the outskir-
Uhhhhhhh, dude? You know they're probably from other worlds right?

...how did you reach this hypothesis?

Jin said that they were. Literally like, five or ten minutes ago.

You can not expect us to just belie-
A CACOPHANY OF COLORS ALL MISSING THAT VITAL PIGMENT THAT YOU KNOW THAT NESTLES DEEP INSIDE YOU AND THE DRENCHED FOX THEY ARE NOT OF THE CITY NO MATTER HOW VIBRANT OR SIMILAR THEY ARE

Fine. Fine.

Yeah, okay, can I finish? Great. Oliver watches as all the unfortunate assholes who teleported in start getting nabbed by the mermaid-pirate-whatevers before shrugging and continuing on his merry way. Still, fortunate they showed up since it made sneaking easier and all. Hell, with how distracted the hostiles were, he figured it was safe enough to just start walking away rather than the classic crouch he'd usually do while skulking about.

Hold up, lady over there's wearing the same sorta shit as Korvax over here. They're DEFINITELY connected, she's got those I things that Korvax has.

Ah. That changed things. Without turning around, Oliver walked backwards to reunite with the other two guys he was with. When he finally reunited with the two, he turned toward the Inquisitor and whispered (or more accurately: he turned down his volume), "Soooooo, I'm assuming you're gonna wanna do a rescue job for that chick or something, yeah? I'm down for it if you're going in, these guys really don't look all that menacing."

 

[Goonfire]

Sister Superior
Portia Maxima
Order of Our Martyred Lady​

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"FORWARD, IN HIS NAME!"

Portia's Battle Sister squad marched across the battlefield, on the front lines of the tyranid assault. Nine were under her command. One Sister touted a Simulacrum Imperialis, the reliquary held high for all to see. The thirty hormagaunts ahead had yet to come within the flamers' reach.

"FIRE! PURGE THE XENOS!"

Her bolter and seven others roared, unleashing a volley that killed four. The hormagaunts advanced, undeterred by their losses. They raised their scything talons and charged, meeting the full fury of the Sisters' weapons. Rapid-fire and torrents of burning Promethium decimated the xenos, but their retribution was swift as their talons tore into four Battle Sisters. The women's screams fueled the survivors to fight harder, roaring in unison as they raged with their bolt pistols. Portia drew her chainsword, sawing through two of her attackers in a shower of gore.

"DO NOT RELENT, SISTERS! THE EMPEROR REWARDS OUR SACRIFICES!"

Pistols blazed, bolts bursting the hormagaunts' heads point-blank. Portia's hand flamer cooked three more in a deadly spray. In the end, the frantic clash claimed two more Sisters, but the four remaining squad members now stood upon a mound of shredded xenos. A Retributor squad carrying multi-meltas advanced, the reason for their haste soon becoming apparent. A large shadow was cast upon them, a Hive Tyrant charging into battle.

They knew the risks. The barebones squad engaged the Hive Tyrant to buy time, krak grenades blowing holes in its thick chitin. Its giant talons unceremoniously sliced the last three Sisters in half.

Perhaps it was the rush of meeting her imminent demise, but something felt different; there was a certain electricity in the air. A pincer tail swung around, latching onto Portia's head. Her helmet shattered under the force. The pincer tightened further, mere seconds away from crushing her skull.

The ground shook and a beam of light pierced the thick cloud cover. Even the Hive Tyrant paused to look. The light engulfed the entire battlefield; was this the Exterminatus? Had the Inquisition deemed this a losing battle so soon and condemned an entire planet? "With my last breath, I hail the God-Emperor!" Portia declared before the blast struck her.

That should have been it, but it wasn't. Constellations were mere streaks of light as the Sister Superior hurtled past them. Her velocity was so high, it felt as though she might disintegrate at any moment. The motion suddenly slowed, the jarring sensation ending with a landing on a metal floor.

No sooner did she open her eyes than a claw forced her upright. Her mind immediately registered the face of the one bringing a sword to her throat—not human.

"WE FOUND 'EM—"

"YAAAAAH!" A jet of flame erupted point-blank, painting the bleak surroundings with an orange glow. The wild-eyed warrior woman's adrenaline was still surging, between the battle and having been blasted across the universe. With the battle cry and the sudden light, she was sure to get the attention of these xenos. Perhaps it was an ample distraction for those committed to remaining in the shadows, or a beacon to join the fight for others.

 

[Signupname]

DOWN BELOW:

It was a much different story down below. Climbing down the cargo boxes lead to a massive cargo bay.

There were plenty of places for cover and to hide. It was a straight shot to the bow of the ship. And there was an opening to other shipwrecks they could climb across.

'There is nothing to be gained through subtlety. While the enemy engages in shadow play and misdirection, we have already punched a hole through the heart of their defences and fed their soldiers to the gnashing maw of war.'

– High Commander Infris Bel, War Journals, Vol. XII​

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They step down midway the steps. Rickety and crumbling as the rest of the ship. The damp air intensifies as they step into the seawater-soaked bowels of thhe rotting vessel. Down the stairs along the rusted balconies and decaying steps. Down here, the sounds of rain mulled to mere 'taps' , and the roars of thunders faded into distant rumbles. Here and there, trickles of water drip down fron the ceiling.

The stairs lead to the sight of a cavernous cargo bay.

[ Visual Calculus ] - Long way through the length of the ship. The hold are full of crates and old furniture. Perfect for a tactical advancing through covers.

This ultimately presents choices to proceed.

Choices that unfortunately cut short by unexpected developments.

With another blinding flash of familiar light, the cargo bay is lit up by the arrival of yet more scattered. Who would be falling to the rusted grating floors below. Such a racket could not be ignored by those searching the ship for 'their kind.' Before the newly arrived could take their bearings of the new world they found themselves stuck in, they were quickly met with rusted blades and inhuman body parts that forced them to their knees.

The humanoid creatures formed out of the shadows of the cargo bay. Stepping through the rusted boxes and barnacle covered walls like they were doors. "WE FOUND 'EM!" One shouted, taking the edge of its sword and poking at the jugular of the first 'scattered' it grabbed. That being a woman who wore a uniform resembling that which Severin wore.

The Inquisitor briefly blinked, his psycic sense flares up in an instant, as the bright light - the same that he saw in his trip to the Emperor-forsaken place - that suddenly appears subsides, and before him, a smattering of more unfortunates scrambling to make sense of who they are. Ammong them includes a figure in a bodyglove and skull mask, and another one one exudes a familiarity.

[ Encyclopedia] - The typical haircut, the full regalia of power armor - black with red vestment and gold /silver accents with distinct fleur-de-lys motif, and two of their famed trio, Godwyn-Deaz Bolter, and handheld flamer. Decorative engravings a reenactment of the Martyrdom of Saint Katherine the Shieldbearer, M38.761 reproduction. Adepta Sororitas. Order of Our Martyred Lady.

[ Espirit de Corps ] - The Ordo Hereticus favorite zealots. Might as well the sole representative of Ecclessiarch Orthodoxy despite whatever self-important Terran-Tendency Cardinal would say. Formidable combat prowess and generally acceptance of order, but rather inflexible. The latter are especially evident in the Order of Our Martyred Lady. He has the somewhat dubious honor of fighting alongside their representatives on occasions, most notably Weregild Alpha and Morozov XVI, the latter as part of Inquisitor Kanling's retinue.

[ Suggestion ] - Saving her would mean gaining a potential important ally in this. Emperor knows we need someone on our side.

And the commotion immediately alerted the mutants, as the creatures immediately ssurround the new arrivals. One point its barnacle encrusted blade at one of them, its growling voice shouted its discovery with glee.

[ Drama ] - The thing is showboating . Prop up the self image of some protagonist in its own story. A thing slightly more ambitious among the rest.

The creatures step closers to the still reeling entrants, rusted blade pointing at the recent prey. Eye hungers with predatory intent.

[ Half-Light ] - Shoot them. Shoot them now. Shoot while the creatures are distracted. There are no better chance. Kill them befor they turn their attention here.

[ Composure ] - There's still time to analyze the circumstance. The mutants are indeed distracted at the moment from the new preys falling into its sight. Even a decision to rescue could be done more optimally through a better positioning setup .

Soooooo, I'm assuming you're gonna wanna do a rescue job for that chick or something, yeah? I'm down for it if you're going in, these guys really don't look all that menacing."

The augmented "fixer" suggests with a point. He thought. Average mutant crewmen, no Captain. Out of sight of the enemy ship as well.

"Indeed. Now , we truly outnumbering them. And perhaps these ones got more insight to our current circrumstances as well. If not, some extra gunhands in our group does not hurts".

"YAAAAAH!" A jet of flame erupted point-blank, painting the bleak surroundings with an orange glow.

And the Sororitas immediately bathes the nearest mutant in a stream of Promethium . The handflamer spats out its rage at the filth's unholy form. Oh well.

[ Physical Instrument ] - Yes. No time for indecision, Sister. Purge the creature's sin in Holy fire

"Ah. It seems she has made the decision for us. We either help her and get through this quick, or the enemy reinforcements will swarm this place. I dont know about you, but I rather exploiting the window of opportunity."

He said, as one of the Cherub pass him his weapon.

[ Visual Calculus ] - Medium range distance. Stale air, Heavy atmospheric pressures. Mutant. Slightly grade-one durability target. Perfect for Moderatr trajectory, high destructive weapon. Recommend Locke Mk.IIB Spearhead Boltgun.

[ Drama ] Eliminate the one with the pretense of leader. Cut short its unholy ambition and exert your dominace in the situation by erasing its very narrative.


He steps down the last steps of the staircase into the cargohold, bolter raised. He aimed at the mutant calling to get the others and pulled the trigger. The jet-propulsed explosive-tipped shells made its lethal flight at the creature, even as the others prepare to assume combat.

 

[Hymeno Ran]

~~GM~~

"I will join you two," Jin told both David and Zhan, "at least to see if the line is safe enough to use. But I will stay behind to ensure the others can also escape. If we cannot rejoin together, continue without us. Look for the 'round' ship, that is where my camp is." And before they split off for good, "... I am Jin. I wish we had met under better circumstances." He addressed the group.

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UP TOP:

There was only one staircase up to the bridge along the right side of the ship. The left side had collapsed into the ocean, either rusted or broken off when something collided against the starboard. There were two floors of accommodations to pass through before reaching the bridge, with several of those grotesque humanoid sea-creatures patrolling the halls. With two overlooking the lower decks from the balconies.

At the bridge itself, the windows were all broken; shattered glass laying across the metal flooring between the ship consoles and the helm. Three more of those creatures were patrolling around and behind the bridge. The latter leading up the main mast, where the metal wire they could slide down, was about twenty-five feet from there.

The staircase was completely open, leaving them exposed to both the elements and patrols, yet was almost pitch black. But, the entrance holds leading into the accommodations were unlocked, and offered plenty of corners, old furniture and debris to hide behind to sneak around them.

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DOWN BELOW:

It was a much different story down below. Climbing down the cargo boxes lead to a massive cargo bay.

There were plenty of places for cover and to hide. It was a straight shot to the bow of the ship. And there was an opening to other shipwrecks they could climb across.

However...

One minute, you're home. Perhaps you are doing something of great importance, like saving the world from a great evil, or stopping some super-villain from destroying it, or even catching a robber before they can escape justice. Or maybe you have finished your quest, finally finding peace from just a long journey and preparing to kick up your feet. Maybe you are on the verge of death, avenging the loss of a loved one to some vicious brute or sadist. Maybe you are beginning that journey that will forever change you. Whatever your story is, or was, it will now become forever altered.
​

Something suddenly starts to feel different. The surrounding air feels strange, like there's a build up of static electricity. Your skin begins to tingle, while your feet no longer feel planted firmly against the ground, as though gravity is beginning to lighten. The ground vibrates, and small ripples of air begin flowing, at first as a calm breeze, but then growing more intense in strength. To the point where they become shockwaves visible to the naked eye. Whatever is causing it can be seen in the sky.

A beam of light passes through the atmosphere of the planet at incredible speed. From where it's aimed to hit the ground is what's causing the shockwaves and ground to shake, with the electrical current it's creating now becoming strong enough to interfere with electrical circuitry. And when it finally hits, the blast is like an atomic bomb going off. To stare directly at it would be like staring into the sun. It grows in size and begins engulfing everything, and before you can do anything to stop it, the blast engulfs you into it.

You feel like you're falling through the air; so fast you can't even open your eyes without them stinging by both the g-force of your flight and blinding light around you. Whatever you can see is faint, but you can just about notice the passing of stars, planets, supernovas, even black holes. Space is passing you by at the speed of light. Your center of gravity is completely gone, and all you can do is be thrown around by the incredible force that flings you across the galaxy.

All of reality blasts by you, and when it feels like your body is about to be ripped apart… You come out the other end.

With another blinding flash of familiar light, the cargo bay is lit up by the arrival of yet more scattered. Who would be falling to the rusted grating floors below. Such a racket could not be ignored by those searching the ship for 'their kind.' Before the newly arrived could take their bearings of the new world they found themselves stuck in, they were quickly met with rusted blades and inhuman body parts that forced them to their knees.

The humanoid creatures formed out of the shadows of the cargo bay. Stepping through the rusted boxes and barnacle covered walls like they were doors. "WE FOUND 'EM!" One shouted, taking the edge of its sword and poking at the jugular of the first 'scattered' it grabbed. That being a woman who wore a uniform resembling that which Severin wore.

​

"Diamonds on drip 'cause I came to make a splash..."
Yua Yaiba/Kamen Rider Valkyrie​

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It hadn't been too long since she had been appointed squad commander of A.I.M.S, a task force dedicated to handle rogue Humagears, A.I. robots- it changed a lot though, for the better thankfully. They were making progress, slowly but surely. Yua's work day had started just like any other. The young woman had clad herself in a dark blue military/camouflage along with a protective bullet-proof vest, black wrist length gloves, black combat boots and black knee guards. The A.I.M.S symbol on her left sleeve and blue scarf completed her appearance. Attaching her Shot Riser to her waist, the young woman felt it- everything was changing around her.

Her feet didn't feel like they were on the ground anymore- Yua forced herself to move out of the women's locker room of A.I.M.S- soon catching herself on a nearby wall, her head spinning and trying to comprehend everything around her. What could've been causing this?
Ark was gone-!

The light from a nearby window caught the brunette's attention, and she slowly looked over. Her eyes widened in shock before quickly adverting away when it became too bright-! And suddenly, she could feel the warmth of such a light engulf her.

Suddenly she's falling now, like she was pushed out of an airplane kind of fall. Everything rushes by her, the sharp force making it difficult for Yua to open her eyes, but she tries anyway. The brown eyed female barely registers the passing of stars, black holes, the universe itself-! She couldn't help but cry out as she squeezed her eyes shut once more- her memories of her friends/close ones along with her past choices flashed through her mind.



Before she knew it, the force of falling stopped, and the brunette grunted and cried out as she hit the ground rolling- and she curled in on herself, soon slowing to a halt. She didn't dare open her eyes yet, Yua took in several shaky breaths- everything still muddled up as she took in the new sounds and smells around her. Rust, was the most prominent scent- and... footsteps. someone was coming towards her. Opening her eyes, Yua sucked in a breath when seeing... odd figures come towards her, ones that clearly weren't Human nor Humagear, call it a hunch.

The next thing Yua knew, others that clearly weren't the inHuman beings- don't hesitate to unleash their... attacks. She didn't hesitate to quickly roll out of the way, hiding behind other cargo as she witnessed the attacks either land their blows, or nearly threaten to take her out as causality. Seeing as she hid behind smaller cargo, the brunette didn't hesitate to use all her strength to shove it forward at creatures- unclipping her Shot Riser from her belt- Yua took aim and fired the Calibur Anti-Humagear bullets at her targets. It was clear these beings weren't robots, if their spilled blood was anything to go by, but the weapon in her hands was created to take down beings made of metal. In theory, the bullets of her Shot Riser should be effective.​

 

[BazusoTheGrey]

He steps down the last steps of the staircase into the cargohold, bolter raised. He aimed at the mutant calling to get the others and pulled the trigger. The jet-propulsed explosive-tipped shells made its lethal flight at the creature, even as the others prepare to assume combat.

"YAAAAAH!" A jet of flame erupted point-blank, painting the bleak surroundings with an orange glow. The wild-eyed warrior woman's adrenaline was still surging, between the battle and having been blasted across the universe. With the battle cry and the sudden light, she was sure to get the attention of these xenos. Perhaps it was an ample distraction for those committed to remaining in the shadows, or a beacon to join the fight for others.

Oliver watches the chaos for a bit before beginning his walk into the combat encounter. Getting browny points with the inquisitor was probably useful in the long term, and really the risk in this engagement was about as minimal as it could get.

Enclosed space, targets mixed with friendlies. Singular strikes for this engagement. Targets are using low grade weaponry. There is no need for the use of the suite, as that will likely cause more damage to us than the opposition can muster.

CARVE AND CRUSH CRUSH AND CARVE A SMALL APPETIZER FOR THE DAYS TO COME SHAMEFUL THAT THE SELECTION IS SO WEAK

Throwing his sword into its sling and over his shoulder, Oliver pulls out his switch knife and 'baton' instead. Well, the baton was more like a mace: heavy, could crush through bones pretty easily, and its head was a nice glowy thing that could fry people's nervous systems.

Ah, reminds you of the old days, yeah? Got your newly issued Zwei Baton in the right hand and your trusty old knife in the left. Shame that the original baton broke during that club contract a couple years back. Don't wanna repeat the issues THAT case had. Say you're friendly before going in.

Yeah, that's a good idea. Oliver calls out to the 'scattered' yelling, "Friendlies inbound! Shoot the mermaid-ass motherfuckers, not us!" before leaping into the ensuing melee. Without really thinking about it, his baton would crash through enemy legs, while his knife would dart out and cut a few jugulars or even through wrists if he felt like it.

 

[Otomos]

@PolyesterH @GensokyoDreams @Wade Von Doom

Sevestre had kept silent for a bit. He personally found it a bad idea to split the group in unfamiliar territory with monster pirates that can seemingly jump out of the water anytime they wish, but he was in no position to object. Not with said monsters actively hunting them down. He chose to go with Jin, David, and Zhan. It was the quickest way to get to safety with little effort. Though there was also risk involved, logic dictates that there will ALWAYS be risk involved, so it's better to simply take the chance.

Before the group split up, the mysterious man introduced himself as Jin. Given the situation, it was understandable that his was the only introduction they had time for. It did not take long for the other group to find trouble, if the sounds of shouting and combat echoing in the distance were anything to go off of. The Sharlayan started to think the risk factor was larger than he thought.

"That's not a good sign", said Sevestre. "Now, shall we be off?"

 

[Wade Von Doom]

~~GM~~

The creatures that surrounded Portia were set ablaze, but not for very long. Their aquatic skin was soaked in moisture, and the flames only danced across their skin than burn it. Still, they backed away from Portia, giving her a circle of several feet of distance between them and her. "Don't just stand there, get her--" The commanding creature's order was cut short by the shell Severin fired, which promptly went through its skull with a horrible splatter of bile. Not blood. Bile. Like a mixture of oil, salt water and decaying flesh.

Yua and Oliver would see for themselves. Each cut of flesh sprayed that disgusting fluid across Oli's body and blade, while Yua's weapon ripped through their skin with a horrible 'squishing' noise. Yet, while their commander fell to the floor properly dead, the other creatures barely seemed phased by their injuries. If one was wounded bad enough, it retreated by morphing into the walls again to disappear, or continued fighting without even a sign of discomfort.

Several teamed up against Oliver, ganging up on him with their rusted swords trying to cut through any exposed parts of his metallic body. While the others backed off from Yua, as her ranged weaponry and quick speed made it tricky to tackle her. Yet they were also quick to think up a new strategy. The ones that disappeared then reappeared above them on the higher platform. With their swords, they cut the lines of the cargo boxes still connected together, and at the angle the ship was leaning on, they slowly began to slide forwards and fall. A small avalanche of heavy metal boxes was about to rain on everyone.

 

[Hymeno Ran]

"In the cut just like a razor..."
Yua Yaiba/Kamen Rider Valkyrie



It wasn't blood, it was... bile, Yua wasn't sure how to feel about it... well, she knew she felt uneasy. The young woman swallowed hard, soon cease firing for the moment as she did her best to avoid being grabbed by the creatures. She fired off more shots at those beings surrounding the person with the baton and knife. At least that one gave a clear indication on what to do...

Yua went still when hearing when hearing the sound of metal being snapped, the metal ropes making a funny kind of noise when smacking against metal from the recoil. Her eyes widened when seeing the cargo boxes get ready to descend on them.
"Everyone! Move!" Yua called out as she pulled out her Progrise key.
"Dash!"

Yua hastily attached her Shot Riser to her waist, the metallic band easily wrapping around as she took off running away from the fallen cargo boxes.
"Authorize- Kamen Rider, Kamen Rider-"

"Henshin!"

The young woman felt the all familiar white and orange armor cover her form as she sprinted as far as she could. A brilliant light covering her for a moment before the armor soon settled, leaving Kamen Rider Valkyrie in place- the masked female taking advantage of the suit's increase in her speed to do her best and escape the metal boxes coming towards her and the others.
"Rushing Cheetah! Try to outrun this demon to get left in the dust." ​

 

[Huntertyavatar]

He steps down the last steps of the staircase into the cargohold, bolter raised. He aimed at the mutant calling to get the others and pulled the trigger. The jet-propulsed explosive-tipped shells made its lethal flight at the creature, even as the others prepare to assume combat.

Yeah, that's a good idea. Oliver calls out to the 'scattered' yelling, "Friendlies inbound! Shoot the mermaid-ass motherfuckers, not us!" before leaping into the ensuing melee. Without really thinking about it, his baton would crash through enemy legs, while his knife would dart out and cut a few jugulars or even through wrists if he felt like it.

Seeing as she hid behind smaller cargo, the brunette didn't hesitate to use all her strength to shove it forward at creatures- unclipping her Shot Riser from her belt- Yua took aim and fired the Calibur Anti-Humagear bullets at her targets. It was clear these beings weren't robots, if their spilled blood was anything to go by, but the weapon in her hands was created to take down beings made of metal. In theory, the bullets of her Shot Riser should be effective.

The creatures that surrounded Portia were set ablaze, but not for very long. Their aquatic skin was soaked in moisture, and the flames only danced across their skin than burn it. Still, they backed away from Portia, giving her a circle of several feet of distance between them and her. "Don't just stand there, get her--" The commanding creature's order was cut short by the shell Severin fired, which promptly went through its skull with a horrible splatter of bile. Not blood. Bile. Like a mixture of oil, salt water and decaying flesh.

Yua and Oliver would see for themselves. Each cut of flesh sprayed that disgusting fluid across Oli's body and blade, while Yua's weapon ripped through their skin with a horrible 'squishing' noise. Yet, while their commander fell to the floor properly dead, the other creatures barely seemed phased by their injuries. If one was wounded bad enough, it retreated by morphing into the walls again to disappear, or continued fighting without even a sign of discomfort.

Several teamed up against Oliver, ganging up on him with their rusted swords trying to cut through any exposed parts of his metallic body. While the others backed off from Yua, as her ranged weaponry and quick speed made it tricky to tackle her. Yet they were also quick to think up a new strategy. The ones that disappeared then reappeared above them on the higher platform. With their swords, they cut the lines of the cargo boxes still connected together, and at the angle the ship was leaning on, they slowly began to slide forwards and fall. A small avalanche of heavy metal boxes was about to rain on everyone.

Eyuil, L-Corp Branch Director (Disavowed)

Eyuil watched on as the battle suddenly began to unfold within the cargo hauler's bowels, his dripping form slinking between boxes as he watched his fellow fixer and the strange inquisitor lay into the opposition. Red eyes watched on as the first shot pulped the lead Mermaid's head, sending bile and foul fluid - more corpse than a living being - splattering across the deck.

Firearms were rare in the City, with The Head closely regulating them and taxing the creation of their ammo. Those who used them were either Wing soldiers who could afford the cost, like R Corp., or those who were extremely desperate. He could think of any number of justifications for their restriction, besides their official stance of it being 'too easy' to murder with such a weapon. After all, elite fixers could parry the rounds with their augments and weapons, and he was no exception.

But they had been restricted in the city. Lesser, unable to penetrate buildings or steel. He did not see the same reservations built into this firearm.

He continued to watch on as Oliver waded into the thick of it, switchblade carving furrows into creatures even as the head of his baton pulped organs and smashed bone to pieces. He watched as the new arrivals opened up with their weapons, black hair hurling profanities and litanies alongside her burning flames, and brunette opening up with a firearm that, while lower caliber than Korvax's monster of a gun, still cut into the creatures all the same.

Normally, in his younger years, he'd be out there with them, using his umbrella to shield them even as he pierced these creatures through.

Our UmbrElLA'S TOO RaGGED FoR ThaT, AnYmORE....

Time as a director and captain had shown him that to truly defeat an enemy, however, patience and understanding were necessary. It was this same instinct - one that he had cast aside in sheer sorrow while entering The Library - that showed him that these creatures...

'...They're barely even feeling it.'

Even when suffering broken bones and deep punctures and gashes, the Mermaids barely seemed phased by the attacks they received. Enough damage sent them melding with the walls, becoming one with the strange coral and fleshy moss growths until they could no longer be seen. Extremely tough, with those coral growths... It was almost like fighting Little Prince's minions all over again. Thankfully, no spores were attempting to infect every employee and Agent that got too close.

A smile ghosted his pale face at the thought, even as he watched them reappear atop the platform and begin to send down heavy crates with swift cuts to their cables. He'd rate them as high TETH, individually... maybe HE, if their numbers were high. Nowhere near the Prince's level.

His legs tensed underneath his suit, something dark and heavy bolstering his already augmented body even as it tried to weigh him down. He had faced far more terrifying things with worse gear.

With a burst of heavy water around him, the Disciplinary Captain leaped upwards, a brief brown-black blur as he touched down on one of the falling containers with startling grace for a man laden with umbrellas on his back. Then he leaped forward again, again, each closer to his target. every leap setting his raincoat fluttering and revealing the near pristine black two-piece suit beneath.

A bright flash of something off to his left, coming from the brunette below. He ignored it.

One last leap cleared the distance between him and the platform, letting him soar as he reached behind himself. One of the shorter opened umbrellas on his back snapped closed as he yanked it out with a grunt, before twisting with his whole body and hurling the ragged Umbrella at one of the monsters on the top platform, end over end.

It barely had time to react to the surprisingly sharp tip that punctured into its upper cavity, halfway to the haft.

AnothER, abAndONeD In The PouRING RaIN...

The umbrella snapped open with an immense supernatural force, ripping apart flesh and bones, opening a massive hole that nearly severed the thing's head from its body, barely connected by thin strips of coral and corpse-like flesh. As it fluttered down, released from its temporary prison, the rest of the monsters within a certain radius felt... depressed. Malaise, as if weeks of sorrow had been flooded into them at once, slowing their swings and movement with doubt, and uncertainty.

Eyuil, all too used to the Sinking feeling of his E.G.O Gear, landed amongst them and began to attack, another umbrella jutting from his back to join the lonely second and snapping open with a flick of heavy water. He swung at their heads with the blunt end of his main umbrella, pulping heads even as he tried to pierce them through with its dangerously sharp tip.

"Aim for their heads!" He cried out over the din, grunting as one of the umbrellas on his back took a blow from a sword before he rounded and batted the thing into a bulkhead for its trouble. "They are tough, not invincible!"

He rounded on another that tried much the same. His main Umbrella snapped open in his hands as he blocked the strike, the former Director ensconced in a protective field of ragged umbrellas.

Before the creature could pull back, miniature umbrellas sprung forward from the white, molding skin of the Umbrella in showers of water, piercing into the thing before liquefying once more.

The Umbrella snapped closed again, and Eyuil continued his unrelenting dance across the platform.

One DAY, One DAY... the Rain Must Stop...

 

[BazusoTheGrey]

Several teamed up against Oliver, ganging up on him with their rusted swords trying to cut through any exposed parts of his metallic body.

LIKE TRYING TO CUT THROUGH STEEL WITH A WOODEN SPOON WEAK PITIFUL WRETCHED

While their damage is negligible, multiple strikes to our body can add up and cause issues in the long term. I recommend actually employing some level of effort in dodging.

Naaaaah, this is even more like that club case way back, it's even got all the fluids flying everywhere. Just do what we did back then: smack things in the face and wade through em. Maybe just with less knifework, old buddy's not doing too much right now.

Shrugging to himself, Oliver casually dropped his knife into its coat pocket before lashing out and grabbing one of the now very surprised mermaids by the throat, his fingers digging for its spine. With a casual toss, the poor thing's head was ripped off and its body was sent into the mooks behind Oliver, scattering them like bowling pins and pushing them back. The last one standing in front of him hesitated briefly before it was sent to the floor by a sudden left hook, teeth scattering around it like little pearls. Too stunned to react, something filled its blurred vision.

It was a robotic foot.

Stomping down onto its face, the mermaid's head swiftly transformed into a nice collection of chunky salsa.

Organ damage is ineffective as well as exsanguination. Perhaps-

"Aim for their heads!" He cried out over the din, grunting as one of the umbrellas on his back taking a blow from a sword before he rounded and batted the thing for its trouble. "They are tough, not invincible!"

Ah, hypothesis answered.

EGGS

Oliver gave a quick glance toward the other fixer, yelling a mild thanks toward him, before turning toward his own batch of mermaids. Oliver must have been going pretty fast since it seemed that the ones that got hit by the flying body had only just now gotten up and regrouped with the other mermaids, not helped by the fact that they were getting shot at. Oliver made sure to throw a thanks to whoever did that.

They were hesitating now, for some reason. Whatever, he wasn't really in a rush.

Hey, you did manage to break out of their little ganging up strat in like a single second. Also, Eyuil's wack ass suit and umbrella's are helping a bit. Apparently those thing are even more depressive than they seem. Honestly, I'm changing my mind on the coat again, that thing's a dick. Oh yeah, and bullets. They hurt things.

THE JOYS OF POWER THROUGH SPENDING CASH

You should definitely ask him where he purchased his equipment during that coffee chat. Less so the girl. I need not remind you on your inability to shoot.

Definitely something to talk about after killing the rest of these things.

With their swords, they cut the lines of the cargo boxes still connected together, and at the angle the ship was leaning on, they slowly began to slide forwards and fall. A small avalanche of heavy metal boxes was about to rain on everyone.

Before he could walk up and start bashing heads however, the sound of grating metal warranted another quick glance away from his targets, this time toward what seemed to be a massive pile of cargo containers coming down on top of him and the others. Sighing in disappointment, he activated the suite and went to work grabbing people who needed to get out of the way and just generally get to a safer spot himself.

THAT IS SORELY DISAPPOINTING AND PATHETIC THE COWARDS SHOULD FIGHT HEAD ON DESPITE THE ODDS

 

[Goonfire]

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Portia stared in disbelief as her Promethium flames did little more than stun her assailants. The realization put her on the back foot, her hand reaching for her chainsword.

Suddenly, a thunderous shot rang out through the bowels of this strange ship. Her crab-clawed attacker's head burst in a manner she knew too well—a bolt explosion! The moody lighting and task at hand prevented her from getting a good look at her savior, but three more tentative allies soon made their presence known, the first tearing into these things with what she thought was a power maul and a common knife.

The odor of these creatures was that of rot; they were no xenos. "Plaguebearers! Heretics!" she accused them, now drawing her bolter from her back.

Some of the cowardly monstrosities receded into the containers, emerging at the top to cut the cables. Portia heeded the other shooter's advice, dipping away from the sliding containers before firing. Her goal was to cover the melee fighter and umbrella thrower (a noble, perhaps?) by sweeping from right to left, forcing a retreat so he, too, could leap to safety. "Their very existence is a sin! Show them no quarter!" the zealot declared to those embroiled in this skirmish.

 

[GensokyoDreams]

@PolyesterH @GensokyoDreams @Wade Von Doom

Sevestre had kept silent for a bit. He personally found it a bad idea to split the group in unfamiliar territory with monster pirates that can seemingly jump out of the water anytime they wish, but he was in no position to object. Not with said monsters actively hunting them down. He chose to go with Jin, David, and Zhan. It was the quickest way to get to safety with little effort. Though there was also risk involved, logic dictates that there will ALWAYS be risk involved, so it's better to simply take the chance.

Before the group split up, the mysterious man introduced himself as Jin. Given the situation, it was understandable that his was the only introduction they had time for. It did not take long for the other group to find trouble, if the sounds of shouting and combat echoing in the distance were anything to go off of. The Sharlayan started to think the risk factor was larger than he thought.

"That's not a good sign", said Sevestre. "Now, shall we be off?"

"Indeed, it is not." Hao Zhan shook his head. "...I wonder, if there is already danger there, then... No, we should not be concerned about the presence of the danger... but on how we will be able to weather it, considering that we are not in ideal condition from the looks of it."

He turned the man whose name was Jin.

"I hope that your camp will have enough to house all of us." Hao Zhan answered back with a slight tip of his head. "...Regardless of if you do or do not, we... or at least I will do our best to make sure that we will be recoup any share of your resources that might be required for our stay. It is only right, considering that you would help us to this point already."

 

[PolyesterH]

"Let's focus on getting out of here before we think about resources," His tone was professional, but had a clear preference of priorities nevertheless.

David, looking at the two options ahead of him, instantly chose the entrance holds. The staircase would make too much noise as they moved, and there was no telling if those creatures could see in the dark. Years of experience in security and infiltration came in handy. He knew how outlaws operated, how lazy people tended to be, the fact that they don't turn around very often and that they're creatures of habit. Taking note of different guards as he made his way through, he started taking advantages of their quirks. That one would slack off and take a shorter route, leaving an opportunity to shave off minutes. Another was more preoccupied looking for loot for themselves to pay attention to him sneaking behind, avoiding the centers of the floorboards for fear of squeaking the floorboards. Guards don't typically check under tables, especially when they already checked that one a moment ago. He avoided the one that looked with fresh eyes, making his way up to the second floor. Cower in the dark for a moment to get a look above, wait for the men looking down to look away before sneaking forward. Finally, David and the rest of the gang would arrive to the Bridge after a close call with a misjudged guard, hiding briefly in the dark. with held breath.

He looked up at the main mast, with the metal wire behind the handful of guards in his way. Briefly, he considers simply rushing forward, gunning them down, and taking the metal wire with a zip line. He shakes his head, his thoughts creeping into his physical movements. Too risky. He hung back for a moment, waiting for a pattern to emerge, and an opportunity to present itself.

 

[Wade Von Doom]

~~GM~~

The falling of the containers, along with the groups superior tactical prowess in combat and gear, made the creature fall back into the shadows; slithering into the rusted steel and barnacle covered walls where they appeared from. The cargo fell from the rafters like a wave of rushing water, smashing against the lower floor with enough impact of crush any one of them to death. With thanks to quick nimbleness, and aiding the others who weren't as fast, the group could make their quick escape into a nearby corridor at the far right side of the room.

The containers would completely block off the passageway once they all fell, sealing off their only way out from where they came from. But, at the very least, making sure they weren't followed by the creatures. They would need to find a new way out. And they could at least take a moment to breathe, regroup, and talk with the newbies that have now showed up into this mess like they did.

​

The place was barely visible, except for the few rays of light that illuminated through the crashed cargo containers behind them. The room split off into three directions; left, right and center. There were a few bodies on the floor, wearing uniforms none of them would recognize. Maybe they were the crew of this place, maybe they were also scattered who hadn't survived upon landing here like the rest of them had. But one of them, the body laying in the middle of the floor, had a note crumpled up in his hands.

To read it revealed a few scribbled down sentences.

"We have been abandoned. Our home is long gone now. If rescue was an option, it is too late. This world is a prison, even to those that lived here before we arrived. To those who find us, may your Gods protect your home. And if you have none, pray your kind can defend against the coming death. For there is no returning to the status quo. There is no going back to before. We are now obsolete."

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With all that chaos happening below, once the containers had blocked off the path leading inside the ship, the other creatures that had been searching the deck redirected their attention. "OI! We got lives ones down inside! Find another way, else the Cap'in will have your heads!" The commanding creature shouted to his mates from the bridge.

Now the creatures were even more alert, and began frantically searching for any doors that lead further into the ship that hadn't collapsed or had their doors rusted completely shut. Which meant more of them in David and Han's way, and now even more alert.

 

[BazusoTheGrey]

Oliver dusted his hands off as the world returned to a normal speed around him. The way behind them was currently blocked and their only way forward was dark as shit and paved with a handful of dead bodies.

Crumpled notes, gaunt faces, empty eyes. These ones died hopeless. How nostalgic.

A QUAINT PICTURE IF IT WEREN'T SO FUCKING BORING

Mhm. Anyway, by the look of things, Oliver was gonna need to skulk around a bit more with a few more hanger-ons and maybe get into another fight if there was something down here that caused the dead guys. So, really, just more of the usual.

"So," turning toward the rest of his... coworkers (Best to start thinking of them that way, yeah) Oliver talked casually, addressing the new ones in specific, "anyone here need an explanation on what's up, or you guys wanna wait until we get to a safer place first?"

Ay, I know I know, weird that you're hearing this from me, but new coworkers aren't 100% buddy buddy at the start. Maybe give them a little something to go off of real quick.

The situation that you have all found yourselves in would be highly confusing for even veteran fixers. Provide a brief, concise explanation for why you are all here.

"Actually, you know what yeah," Oliver answered... himself before continuing, "Brief explanation's probably smart here. Basically, we've all been teleported to this place by... something that's hunting each of us down. Somehow, we're all a part of this group called 'The Scattered' or something BECAUSE we got teleported, so it's probably a good idea for all of us to team up for the foreseeable. That make sense to you guys?"

Huh, good job Oli, that was actually kinda decent.

Thanks?

 

[PolyesterH]

David glares, silently, from the dark as security increased. He slinks into an alcove, readying his knife and speaking hushly to Han. "Be ready to spring. We'll need to take the initiative if we're going to take them out silently. If we fail at that, need to make a break for it. The guns will help but alert everyone."

He takes note of a particular hostile coming their way. He had no context for this, how thorough they'd be, where they'd overlook. He looks up slightly and momentarily thinks about wedging himself in a corner, to struggle and prop against a beam. He shakes his head. It's too narrow for him, not high enough to gain a real advantage, He chose to slink low instead, sticking in a very easy to overlook spot. Their focus settled on the neck of his adversary, ready to use the short range of the knife to great advantage. Grab them by the neck to silence them, pierce their kidney to take the fight out of them, and then the spine to finish the job. Use the posture to lay them down gently, and silently out of sight.

That was the plan, at least. As the body approached, he steeled his resolve and ran through the motion through his mind. With a final adjustment in his grip, his brow furrowed just a bit more as he was ready.

 

[Hymeno Ran]

"You walk along the edge of danger..."
Yua Yaiba/Kamen Rider Valkyrie



It was a relief that they were bought some time, how much... Yua wasn't sure. The masked female looked about the scene before her and the others, taking note of the person who gave a brief summary of just why they were sent here. It raised more questions though. Who was hunting them down? And why?

She swallowed hard, soon taking note of the pathway that split three-ways before everyone. She walked towards the body with the note crumbled in hand, "Everyone." Yua called out, soon smoothing out the note as she set her Shot Riser on her belt again. Yua looked to the one who wished to team up, "If you're serious about teaming up, and anyone else considering the option- it would be best if you listened to this." Yua read the note out loud, soon looking towards the others.

"Does this mean anything to any of you?"​

 

[Goonfire]

​

Portia grunted as the falling container forced her into a corridor connected to the cargo bay. There was but a handful of humans versus potentially a whole crew of plaguebearers. She needed to gather her faculties and squad before settling in for a proper battle. With several foes dead, she counted this as a small victory and an exit well-earned.

After a retreat into the corridor, she shared in the grisly discovery: dead human crewmen. Their uniforms didn't look like any Imperial faction. Her eyes scanned over the corpses to hopefully find a cause of death, but settled on a note some masked woman read aloud. "I reckon it corroborates the theory that we are being hunted. Is this place a prison, or perhaps a game reserve? It bears the stink of Chaos, regardless. It would be no surprise some foul zealot brought us here as an offering, pulling us through some rift via terrible magic." Even out of battle, her voice carried a dramatic tone, as though she were some witch hunter of old.

The Sister Superior reloaded her bolter, each motion made with conviction. "I will not let myself fall prey to the machinations of cultists. I will liberate an entire planet in the Emperor's name, if it comes to that."

 

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Portia grunted as the falling container forced her into a corridor connected to the cargo bay. There was but a handful of humans versus potentially a whole crew of plaguebearers. She needed to gather her faculties and squad before settling in for a proper battle. With several foes dead, she counted this as a small victory and an exit well-earned.

After a retreat into the corridor, she shared in the grisly discovery: dead human crewmen. Their uniforms didn't look like any Imperial faction. Her eyes scanned over the corpses to hopefully find a cause of death, but settled on a note some masked woman read aloud. "I reckon it corroborates the theory that we are being hunted. Is this place a prison, or perhaps a game reserve? It bears the stink of Chaos, regardless. It would be no surprise some foul zealot brought us here as an offering, pulling us through some rift via terrible magic." Even out of battle, her voice carried a dramatic tone, as though she were some witch hunter of old.

The Sister Superior reloaded her bolter, each motion made with conviction. "I will not let myself fall prey to the machinations of cultists. I will liberate an entire planet in the Emperor's name, if it comes to that."

The place was barely visible, except for the few rays of light that illuminated through the crashed cargo containers behind them. The room split off into three directions; left, right and center. There were a few bodies on the floor, wearing uniforms none of them would recognize. Maybe they were the crew of this place, maybe they were also scattered who hadn't survived upon landing here like the rest of them had. But one of them, the body laying in the middle of the floor, had a note crumpled up in his hands.

To read it revealed a few scribbled down sentences.

"We have been abandoned. Our home is long gone now. If rescue was an option, it is too late. This world is a prison, even to those that lived here before we arrived. To those who find us, may your Gods protect your home. And if you have none, pray your kind can defend against the coming death. For there is no returning to the status quo. There is no going back to before. We are now obsolete."
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'Only in silence might one hear the true voice of the Emperor, for He speaks to us not with words, but with stillness. For silence is the absence of rage. It is the eye of the storm, the moment of hesitation before a fall. It is the dreams of mankind made manifest and pure. Yes, silence is a soundless scream of victory in a universe that drowns in the bitter cries of the dying. Silence is the sound of a soul railing against the injustice of life itself. When the final tally is counted, silence is all we have left to give.'

– The final testament of Hieronymus Treach​

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The Inquisitor dusted off some of the remnants of recent battle from his attires. Debris, wood chunks, and the disgusting traces of mutant flesh and blood felled down by him and his current allies. Allies that is now joined by new faces - the ones sent into their midst just now that triggered the recent battles.


Down here, the water from the deck no longer leaks down. Just the persistent dampness remains. His foot steps on the stairs to the metal floor. The air has gotten even more stale , the cargo-hold much further isolated from the elements above. Sprawling all over the floors are bodies.

He only makes cursor glances over the corpses among the decks. Clad in uniforms he did not recognize, laying in their final rest within the crumbling remains of a ship's hold, amidst the weak beam of eternal twilight spared from above

[ Visual Calculus ] - The bodies are partly decayed, but not entirely. What's left of the old flesh still clings to their bones. Too long to determine cause. No visible augmentic, or identifiable medal. No presence of carrion parasites. The one in the middle is holding something.

He approaching it before the Sister once again took the initiative and picked it up.

[ Perception ] Aside from marks of the recent battles, her armor bears recent scratch consistent of Termagaunt claws.

reading it aloud to the others

"We have been abandoned. Our home is long gone now. If rescue was an option, it is too late. This world is a prison, even to those that lived here before we arrived. To those who find us, may your Gods protect your home. And if you have none, pray your kind can defend against the coming death. For there is no returning to the status quo. There is no going back to before. We are now obsolete."

[ Empathy ] - Note written in the writer's final moments of despair. They are trapped, and they know it. A futile warning for those after.

The Inquisitor remains silent, even as he looks around his companions in misery. The person with umbrella, the heavily augmented 'fixer' named Oliver, the Sororitas,..

Oliver dusted his hands off as the world returned to a normal speed around him. The way behind them was currently blocked and their only way forward was dark as shit and paved with a handful of dead bodies.

Crumpled notes, gaunt faces, empty eyes. These ones died hopeless. How nostalgic.

A QUAINT PICTURE IF IT WEREN'T SO FUCKING BORING

Mhm. Anyway, by the look of things, Oliver was gonna need to skulk around a bit more with a few more hanger-ons and maybe get into another fight if there was something down here that caused the dead guys. So, really, just more of the usual.

"So," turning toward the rest of his... coworkers (Best to start thinking of them that way, yeah) Oliver talked casually, addressing the new ones in specific, "anyone here need an explanation on what's up, or you guys wanna wait until we get to a safer place first?"

Ay, I know I know, weird that you're hearing this from me, but new coworkers aren't 100% buddy buddy at the start. Maybe give them a little something to go off of real quick.

The situation that you have all found yourselves in would be highly confusing for even veteran fixers. Provide a brief, concise explanation for why you are all here.

"Actually, you know what yeah," Oliver answered... himself before continuing, "Brief explanation's probably smart here. Basically, we've all been teleported to this place by... something that's hunting each of us down. Somehow, we're all a part of this group called 'The Scattered' or something BECAUSE we got teleported, so it's probably a good idea for all of us to team up for the foreseeable. That make sense to you guys?"

Huh, good job Oli, that was actually kinda decent.

Thanks?

Oliver in his somewhat hestitant tone gave an explanation and express his offer of cooperation.

[ Encyclopedia ] - Scattered ( noun ). To sow by casting in all directions

[ Conceptualisation ] - Simple name, address the status, but leave questions remains still.

[ Logic ] - A reasonable offer given the circumstances.

"Well...I didnt see any better option. Would you ?"

He replies. Before turns to address the Sororitas. He greet her with the sign of the Aquilla.

" Ave Imperator - Gloria in Excelsis Terra. It is good to find a fellow faithful of His Holy Majesty"

He presented is Rosarius.
[ Espirit de Corps ] - The warrior-nuns of the Ecclesiarchy respect the members of the Ordos as a rule, but that respect is not the cowering obedience of the masses.
[ Authority ] - The Ordos infamous symbol of office, at the very least faciliate cooperation

"...I greet you, Sister , as Inquisitor Korvax Severin. Representative of the Ordo Xenos. To whom among the disciples of Saint Katherine do I have the honor to speak with ?"