Suddenly Freasin, Ilumiya and Oron appeared in front of the weird man in the cave. Immediately the three commandos were on guard, Oron pointing his arm cannon in various directions, Ilumiya bending her knees and bringing her arms to a ready stance. Meanwhile Freasin pointed his arm in different directions. They then turned towards each other and Ilumiya began to speak "All right, we need to know what happened. Freasin, I know we were signing up for a competition where were you?" Freasin replied "I was with the polymorph on Gilgamesh 7 discussing the acquisition of the Eternal Hope" Ilumiya nodded her head "Well not that that's sorted"

Ilumiya and the rest of the commandos turned towards the green eyed man and Ilumiya spoke for the group "Okay mister I don't know how we got here or who you are but return us immediately. Or at least explain why you brought us here" Freasin nodded his head before chiming in. "Yeah, I'm sorry but we have some important business back were we came from. It would be most appreciated if you brought us back" Oron then chimed in as well "Yeah, bring us back or I'll blast you!"

"This is Admiral Taran Titan requesting evacuation code procedure 4-5-1-3-8-7-5, awaiting acceptance." They hovered just above Aesir Hell, having embarked on a journey from the farthest corners of the universe, on route from Planet Pendelum to be precise, heeding a call that was specifically made to 'The Titan' himself. It was indeed a most shocking turn of events, Titan having never imagined that this day would ever come, when destiny came knocking on his doors, when his friend and mentor Arcirion honored his promises and made good use of him - as was Titan's wishes. It was a damn shame though, leaving his planet behind, the mantel of his life’s accomplishments; however fate was stronger, he giving into something much more larger than life, accepting a responsibility to the multiverse and a god no less.

"Request accepted admiral. I imagine you wish to leave Fate in the hands of Mali?" He couldn't help but suffice a small chuckle at the mention of Fate, which was ironically the name of the large warship he was currently stationed at, having complete control over all of its actions. Twelve years spent working up to such a position, it was even more depressing that he would have to let such a flawless piece of ingenuity go - as if, there being no way in hell that he was giving this baby back, especially because of its symbolic name. As far as he could see, the ship was his, he having long deserved it. So let his predecessors say he stole it, because God himself will act as Titan's witness the day he doesn't deny the accusation.

"We all know I would trust my mom with anything but this ship. The last thing I need is for her to go into one of her 'fits' and blow a fucking hole in the side of the hull. I shouldn't be gone for long, so keep her hovering. Don't take any offensive actions without my go ahead. All orders coming from headquarters are to be ignored. As far I can see, you no longer work for them anymore. Send routing directions to Destiny, I want her orbiting by the time I return." It was all coming into play, and soon his life's ambitions would become reality, all the pieces of the puzzle slowly beginning to fit together perfectly. Under his hand he would be a deliverer of fate, serving under a most gracious god who would lead an uprising against all of the fowl malicious evil that lingered throughout the universe - it would all come to an end, and everything was soon to be under one supreme law.

"I would follow you into the jaws of Cerberus himself admiral. Now initiating evacuation procedure 4-5-1-3-8-7-5 at your request, we look forward to your safe return." That was the last thing he heard before his body began ripping itself apart, dissolving away into a million different azure particles and one by one vanishing from sight. A heavenly bolt hailing down onto Aesir Hell, its target was exactly in front of the opening of the large eerie cave in which he was directed to be at, a location where his mentor supposedly awaited. Striking the ground, the electricity caused the earth to ripple, using the metallic veins to freely course around and tear up anything in the vicinity. It was a devastating blast, and spawned from it was no less than 'The Titan'.

Standing there with his steel plated boots planted in the ground and his gauntlets clenched into fists at his side, a small ring of electricity streamed around him, radiating from his pulsating charged armor. Looking over his shoulder, "And look at what we have here, The Three Stooges." Rolling his eyes and pursing his lips in disgust, he went on, "Shut... up! I don't think you'll need to worry about your daily actives anymore, and if you were smart you best think of your so called 'lives' as being something of the past. You are in the presence of a god, one in which is the raw essence of fate itself. As far as I can say, you were just drafted into the most powerful feared uprising there will ever be. Now get on your knees maggots." His hand flexed out as he said that, and electricity went flying out his fingertips, running along the ground under him - acting as a threat.

The group was initially surprised when this a person arrived but then became curious. Freasin spoke up "Why exactly should we bow? From what you are saying the only person we should possibly bow to is the one who brought us here and only if he commands. We don't take orders from the likes of you. Now" He then created an rapier from ice and pointed it at Titan "Let us all try to get along and hear what our potential master has to say" Meanwhile Ilumiya turned towards the person who brought us here and said "Well, sir, why exactly were we brought here? From what I can tell you could probably do alright just with this one, why do you need us?"

Oron meanwhile placed a hand up to his helmet and scanned the new arrival. From what the scanners reported, this "Titan appeared to possess enormous electrical energy coursing through him. Oron would have to be careful with this one. If Oron attempted to grab him with the energy lasso, he could potentially overload the connection and fry Oron. He then began to scan the surroundings, they appeared to be in a cave, that was certain. But when he went for a brief walk outside he could not figure out the planet's location from the position of the stars. That meant they were either in unexplored space or far far away from any known inhabited system. He then walked back inside the cave and waited for their new master's response.

"Hey... musketeers, I wasn't talking about myself. You are standing in the presence of Abyss Necrosis Arcirion, a man who has single handedly walked the multiverse and crushed entire galaxies with nothing more than a mere thought. I am a being who has long waited for my herald, and has had the honor of being trained by such a divine esteemed figure, a man of God who has the sole purpose of executing the hand of fate. By far I am not the one you are to bow to, but instead him, the one who has used his power to summon you... But why is beyond me because I see nothing more than buffoons. Swallow your tongues, and keep your lips shut! Take a knee, and if you do not, I will do it for you. You will only speak when asked of." Clearly irritated, 'The Titan' had no patience for anyone who would showed disrespect towards Arcirion, a man he highly admired, one in who had acted as a father to him when he needed it most. It had been years since he last saw the righteous being, and a part of him almost believed he was dead, the sands of time having been slow in motion. But it had finally come, all the waiting having turned him into a man, the years being merciful and giving him enough authority and experience to finally take the last step in his journey.

Narrowing his eyes and spitting at the feet of the three imbeciles, he spun back around and took a knee, the palm of his hand pressing into the dirt while the fist of his other soon followed. "Arcirion... Father... My Lord... your servant is here... I have not failed you. But why... why so long... why wait until now?" He questioned, his head directed at the ground in a sorrowful way, all the pain of waiting finally unleashing itself - at such an inconvenient time. The bond he shared with Arcirion was an unexplainable one, but no matter how far, invisible strings still connected them to one another. Titan praised and embraced Arcirion like a religion, looking up to him as a lost god and his Maker, someone he had all his faith in even though it seemed his King of King's never came. It was enough to let tears spring free from his eyes, dripping onto the ground.

It was a strange thing...That call, that unbreakable urge to travel into the stars. The unorthodox feeling of placement was immediately followed by the abstinence of control which was, of course, met with loathing. But alas, before he could properly realize the full extent of the Call, the Voice, he was already there.

The mist, blue in color and thick in texture, bloated inward though the mouth of the darkened cave. The wisps of blue and black twisting and curling within itself as it pushes though. Before finally coming to a collective halt at the feet of the others who were gathered, although it continued to lazily spin within itself.

What happened next was loosely strung over a period of a few seconds. The heavy mist began to built up upon itself, trading in it's width for height as it receded off the floor and into the building mass. The eye appeared first, a glowing orb that dimly cut though the darkness of the cave. The details followed, as the mist seemed to transferred from different states of matter, forming into the tall blue clad figure.

The Desperado stood with his iconic frown barely being illumined under the orange glow of his right eye, which gave a lazy sweep of the odd assortment of individuals who shared the spacious cavern with him.

"Mmm, pleasant company."

Click click click, click clickclick click click

Celeste Dubois sat at her desk, tapping away on her keyboard at an alarming speed. Occasionally she snatched out a hand to grab a file coming out of the printer and slam it into a cabinet or shelf. The room was bland, the desk a simple maple, the wall plain cream and the floor ordinary bland floorboards.

There was a potted plant in the corner though, if that counts for anything.

At precisely 5.00 PM (which was really only a formality, time was non-existent on this plane) Celeste stopped abruptly and stood, straightening her bright red jacket and stepping away the desk. As she prepared to leave the room, her computer beeped loudly.

"Odd. That was off a moment ago." she said to herself, frowning and walking over to it. She leant forwards to examine the screen, that simply displayed a number of coordinates. Pausing as she looked at the screen, Celeste's eyes flashed as her mind travelled to the location, to a planet deep in space, lit by a green star. A tortured world.

When her eyes returned to their normal color, she frowned again "Curious. This may require further investigation." she said, walking to a small device on the desk and holding a button down "Noted absence, indefinite period of time. Reason of absence, personal interest." she said, and the device recorded her voice. With that done, she stepped out of the room and through into a small lounge, decorated similarly to the office with the addition of maroon sofas and a small kitchen unit. She walked to this unit and made herself a cup of tea (without milk, as was her preference). Taking the saucer and cup in hand, she stepped forwards.

In the cave upon Aesir, the red clad woman stepped seemingly out of thin air, carrying a steaming hot cup of tea, and looked at the other occupants with a level of surprise "I was not expecting company." she commented.

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In the void of space, a small space station floated aimlessly amongst the stars. It had no set course, and no origin that any who lived could remember. Well, maybe a few.

None of this was at the forefront of its sole occupants mind at the moment however, in fact, she really didn't care who knew about her, her space station, or her origin. "Who would have thought an eternity floating through space would be so dull? Oh wait... everyone." Aiedail muttered as she sat in her workshop, working on her latest creation - nothing fancy, just a robot to deal with cleaning the small areas that she couldn't easily reach.

That was how bored she was, she had a workshop capable of producing weapons of mass production, and she was reduced to making cleaner robots.

Abruptly, one of her sensors flashed with an incoming message "Huh? Who the hell can contact me this remotely?" she said, bemused. As she opened up the file on her HUD display, a set of coordinates appeared. "Hmm, because that's not suspicious, a random set of coordinates beamed directly into my brain. Jee, let's just walk along into the obvious trap and see what happens!" she exclaimed, wandering into the bridge section of the station, leaving her project where it lay. "Yup, that sounds like a plan. Beats floating through space." she commented, typing in the coordinates and setting the station's course.

***

Several hours later, Aiedail's craft arrived at Aesir. She noted The Titan's ship, also near the planet. She paid it little heed, however. If she even showed up on their sensors, they wouldn't pay much attention to such a small craft.

After setting up the station to hover in place, she stood, walking from the bridge into the airlock chamber. "Warning. Airlock release imminent." the computer intoned, before the door opened and Aiedail was dragged out into space. As she regained her orientation, she activated the jets in her hands and feet, blasting towards the planet.

When she landed, she made her way to the cave at the same time Celeste appeared "My my, this is an interesting obviously-a-trap." she said as she walked in.

(Urgh. Shite post but I'm low on inspiration )

His voiced echoed throughout the confines of reality, as he erected himself forward from his current Indian-style seated position. His body seemed to be lean, and under his skin his muscles twitched with the nerve to kill. All they wanted was to eliminate anything that stood in their way, and to protect all that stood at their side. Stomping forth, sending small tremors through the ground and causing the sound of the shaking metal and rock to emanate to all inside the cave and outside the cave, he came forth.

Arcirion was prepared to grasp his destiny in light of recent events. Fate and Destiny had been moving through time according to plan, and he had been following the every whim of them even as his comrades died. Now it was time for him to claim what he had been waiting for so long, what he had prepared himself for since the dawn of his existence, and the tear drop of god gave birth to his very soul and spirit. One with the man of R a g n a r o k that would watch over him as he commanded the laws of Destiny and Fate.



Slowly as he stepped out of the cave, not looking to anyone inside, he stood right outside the cave. Looking down at Titan he would speak solemnly.

"Rise Titan. All of you Rise. We are all one person, and one entity...."

Respectfully rising to his feet, Titan took a few small steps back, finding himself unworthy to stand so close to the divine. His gaze still directed to the ground, he humbly accepted the offer that stood before him, so slowly his head cocked forward, “Long have I waited for you, floating through space, drifting through time and trying to find my calling… and all along it was right here. I am proud to accept my fate, to be one with destiny, a deliverer of what is to be. All of it is yours. My heart, soul, and body... my life at your feet ready to sacrifice if need be." His words were genuinely spoken, having truth and significance as they thoughtfully vibrated off his lips. It was truly an honor being part of such an important cause, having your life mean something, and death looking just a bit more bright. No longer was he afraid of the future, or the war to come, because an angel of god now hovered over him, guiding his hand.

Soon the entire multiverse would be in his grasps, and nothing would stand in his way from what he wanted. And what exactly did he want? He wanted it all: Love, power, respect, and anything else wildly imaginable. Clenching his fists tightly as he let his mind freely wander into the depths, a small grin tugged at the corner of his lips because for once his fantasies no longer were a cloud of mist. "What are My Lords wishes?" He asked sinisterly with absolutely no good coming them because he knew exactly what embracing his destiny meant.

"I hope I'm not expected to declare such a cliched mingle of words." The bounty hunter's weight was shifted to his left foot, and his blue clad figure was improperly slanted before the presence of the 'God' . Although he had to give the aged figure some credit, for the meer touch of his worlds caused Desperado's coat to ripple away and around his slime figure much like water.

He paid little heed to the new comers, giving them both nothing more then a small mental note, and kept the illuminating orange glare fixated at the Sage. His fingers would curl, ruffling the flawless fabric that made up his madding shade of blue gloves, before he would speak again. "Unlike the Zealot, I am not as willing to toss my allegiance into the blank palms of a unknown creature.."

It had been a harrowing journey. Vomisa's drop pod was wedged between two rocks, after rolling several hundred meters, subsequently stripping away its ceramic thermal shields. The teardrop pod's tip burst open in a miniature explosion, revealing the cramped insides of the pod. Vomisa sprung upwards, pushing fried electronics and dangling control wires from his way. He looked around, registering the red twilight landscape, one strewn with rocks and twisted rubble further heaped upon with ash, and rolled his eyes. The Harbingers sure were secretive...

"Hyaaah!" Vomisa's matte black exoskeleton muffled his cry of victory as he pulled his boot from a tangle of wires. He ambled from the pod, standing to stretch his cramped limbs in the surreal twilight. The HUD/compass embedded in his exoskeleton swung north. Slowly at first, but rapidly picking up speed, he began jogging towards the meeting point.

Halogen spotlights cut through the oppressive smog, shining deep into the cave as Vomisa scoped for its entrance. He slid down a nearby gravel bank, landing with a crouch outside the pitch black orifice illuminated only by his spotlights. With measured steps Vomisa stepped into the cave. The low-light scope shifted to infrared on his HUD, illuminating amorphous blobs through the rock.

"Hello?" queried the gunslinger, raising his polarized, bulletproof visor. The inhabitants of the cave might now see Vomisa's rugged features: his short, broad nose; his pronounced cheeks and brow; his sea blue eyes; and most of all, his crew cut and the sideburns he loved.

As the new comers arrived, Freasin melted the blade away into nothing then spoke up "I'm alright with going along as long as I get to deal some damage to Trantor. I've been wanting to pay them back for what they did to my home planet. So as long as you can promise that I'm in" He then turned and walked towards the secretary that had shown up out of thin air. "My, my but who could you be? Why is such an elegant lady along for the ride with the rest of us brutes?" He then held out his hand in a friendly gesture towards her, He raised his head and would have given her a smile if his mask did not obscure his face. But somehow, he let it through the way he looked at her. He paid the newcomer no heed.

Ilumiya nodded her head in acknowledgment but then put on a stern face and pointed a finger towards the angel. "I'm in this as well for the same reason as Freasin but I need to know what our goals will be. Will there be others joining us in this little adventure? Who will we be fighting against? Where will we be going? I need to know this information to proceed forwards. Although I too would relish facing Trantor in battle I know that it will be a challenge even for us" She then put her hands on her hips and waited for the so-called "angel" to respond to her queries. She also paid the newcomer no heed.

Oron meanwhile had finished scanning the occupants of the room when the newcomer arrived. He turned around and greeted the newcomer, his left armored hand extended in an offering of friendship, while the scanner was busy looking over the man. He then said "Hello, may I inquire as to why you are here?' He then stood there, waiting for the man to greet him. He was wary of this new arrival but if he was here in good spirits then he could be a formidable ally.

Celeste looked at Freasin's offered hand as if she wasn't quite sure what to do with it, before realising that he wanted her to shake it. She really had spent too long out of contact with reality, to almost forget such a simple and universal custom. Leaving the cup and saucer hovering in the air, she extended her own hand to take his and shake, smiling at him "I may be rather more elegant than the rest of you, but I assure you. I'm no more fragile." she said, before taking in the other occupants.

Titan, a well known figure amongst his people and their neighbours in the galaxy, Freasin, Iluiya and Oron, figureheads of the Veroose people and their most elite soldiers, Aiedail, the powerful super weapon designed by a dead organisation and well... a gunslinger and a bounty hunter were there too.

However, the only figure she really paid much attention to was Arcirion. She hadn't seen him since the last memo about his creation was sent to her by the Christian God. "Abyss Arcirion? My my, haven't you grown. And done a lot with your life, inventor of... Arcanethermancy was it? One of God's more destructive creations, really something I would have expected from Luci. He still needs to sign that form to pay those Seraph blacksmiths for your sword, actually. I ought to remind him." she said, smiling as a kindly aunt might to a nephew. "Tea?"

Aiedail simply watched from where she stood at the entrance to the cave, moving aside to allow the gunslinger entry "Impressive speech, I must say." she commented, "Whatever you're planning sounds fun. Galactic domination is always going to be an attractive prospect."