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The Multiverse » Arcs » Team Specter

The infamous space pirate gang, The Deathweaver Clan, lands on Ruula in attempt to start an off-world smuggling operation.

As written by: TheNoremac42, LawOfTheLand


4 pieces and 2 characters involved, written by 2 different authors.

3 places involved




So begins...

Team Specter


RuulaSetting: Ruula


A small vessel, barely large enough to hold a hundred souls, drifted into orbit around the primitive world. It was black as the void it emerged from, and hardly a peep of an energy signature was seen. Faded lettering, long-since eroded by time and cosmic winds, was printed across the bow of the ship, but they were painted over by gruesome red sigils in a harsh jagged script.

“Stealth systems are functioning,” echoed a rasping voice through the dark corridors of the seemingly-dead ship. “Preliminary scans show no patrolling vessels. Start an analysis and search for optimal landing sites. Once we’re sure nothing will spot us, begin a slow entry.”

The ship tumbled lazily in a long arc around the planet, subtly scanning as it went. If nothing was discovered, it would reorient and start skimming the outer atmosphere, taking care to avoid too much friction heat as it descended to the unsuspecting world.

KalosSetting: Kalos


“No reconnaissance found. Proceed with landing protocols.”

“Captain, we have discovered a suitable location for our hideout. Our sensors have picked up a large cave system. Likely an abandoned mine shaft. There appears to be some strong fauna making their lairs in the place, but nothing our own forces can’t subjugate.”

“Acknowledged. Let’s take a closer look.”

The black vessel shifted its trajectory slightly, aiming for a peculiar-shaped continent on one part of the planet. It kept careful control of its velocity, ensuring its atmospheric entry would go unnoticed by any curious skygazers, while its stealth systems and sensors remained at full capacity.

Terminus CaveSetting: Terminus Cave


The Deathweaver ship coasted through the atmosphere like a phantom, and a faint hum drifted through the air as the vessel descended to its destination. It soared over rolling hills and darkened grasslands like a sliver of the void that was carved from the darkest corner of the night sky.

Several minutes later the vessel nestled between a grouping of hills, away from prying eyes, almost a mile away from the abandoned mines. The engines powered down, and then a small hatch on the side of the ship opened with a moaning hiss.

A dozen pools of miasmic black ink poured from the hatch and dripped onto the ground like tar. They writhed, churned, and morphed into grotesque humanoid shapes. Ichor dripped from wolf-like maws while long claws, like daggers, hung beside their incorporeal smokey bodies.

Then, as one, they vanished into the shadows and set out towards the cave.

The hunt was on.
As Titania was leaving, she noted that she wasn't alone at the entrance. A bunch of clouds that looked like people were on their way inside, and that simply would not do.

"I thought today was already crazy enough, but holy fuck. Right now I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take this shit anymore. Time to send you back to whatever hell you crawled out of." And with that, a quick count of the numbers revealed that even with her whole team, they would be outnumbered 2 to 1. Still, those were her best odds.

"All right, time to hit the gas! Everybody out!"

Six monsters appeared out of bright white flashes, each with a metallic sheen on their bodies.

One sported a mutated horn that looked like it could come alive and take a bite out of something. It turned its back to the group, letting its massive fake maw try to intimidate the lot.

The second looked like a massive, armored penguin, with flippers that gleamed in the ambient light like swords.

A third looked strange indeed. A metal body with three spheres joined to it, and a central red eye looked out at the foe from under a big golden antenna, the entire body floating in midair while spinning horseshoe magnets to generate the force needed to stay afloat.

The fourth looked like a blue jackal on two legs, with spikes jutting out of its forelegs and chest, assuming a fighting stance as soon as it materialized.

The fifth was partially buried underground, and seemed to be three faces with flowing golden locks, moving up and down to keep the soil loose and ready for action.

The last one resembled a massive fruit, but covered in spiked armor, using three vines to keep itself anchored to the ceiling of the cave and swinging about in a threatening manner.

"You don't belong here! I'm sick and tired of these motherfucking invaders on my motherfucking planet!"
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