Knowhere IC

Now that was a thing of beauty. Pity we couldn't get more of them, but I'll take a retreat if that's what's going.

Sif To Group, including the TARDIS and Secondary pilots, just prior to boarding:

Today, we shall teach these Reapers a series of very important lessons about challenging worlds beyond their strength. I expect each and every one of you to fight valiantly. We will protect Lady Bloodstone while we make our way through this metal beast. We will slay and stop any enemy who seeks to harm her or prevent us from completing the task set before us. Today we shall slay this giant and show it how its size matters not, that it will not stand in the face of our combined strength.

Let us fight together, let our deeds and actions be worthy of the songs and legends attached to what we will do this day. Let us take back this planet, let us avenge it's fallen, and let us send a strong message to these Reapers that we will not stand for such vile plots. Let us show them that, should they ever seek to set their talons upon any other world, that we will be ready for them, that we have learned their weaknesses, and we will exploit them without hesitation.

It will be both a privilege and honor to fight with you all, to feast with you proper when this battle is done, and to drink to our deeds this day.

Now, let us go forth and fell a giant.

Alright people, it's been four days of hard fighting. I want to say we're doing well, but reports coming in from the ground say it's not looking good at all. I've put together a plan with the help of some of the people up here, something we think is at least going to give a shot at turning the tide of this battle in our favor. I know it's asking a lot, I know a lot of you up here and down there are exhausted and tired, I know we've got injured and sick, and if I didn't feel like we had no other choice but to do something drastic here, I wouldn't put this idea forward at all. We've all see what the Reapers can do now, what their plan is. They're harvesting people, they're wiping out this planet to try and make more of themselves and they're not going to stop. They're going to do this to more and more planets if we don't draw our line in the sand right here.

Which is why we're going to be taking a TARDIS inside a Reaper and blow that sonofabitch up from the inside out.

I can't say it's a safe plan. In fact, I can pretty much say that it's going to be the opposite of a safe plan, which is why I'm asking for volunteers to join me on a strike team. Combat experience is essential on this one people -- and I want to be real up front that we never tried anything like this before, not even when we were desperate back home. I can only imagine the things we're going to have to see and do in there so I want you all to think long and hard before you sign yourself up.

And does anybody have any idea who that giant ball of pyrotechnics was down there? Pairs nicely with my biotics and, in close quarters, I'm thinking he'd be a real pain in the ass for the Reapers to handle.

[ Rocket Racoon ]

You know, for a pain in my ass, you're a damn good card player and I'm going to owe you one when this is over and, speaking of when this is over, drinks are on me.

[ Jyn Erso ]

You be careful up there tomorrow okay?

Cosmo has bad news, very bad news. Continuum Cortext registered large scale fissure in open space. It is far from Knowhere, but things we identify as Reapers have come through the portal. These Reapers come from Cmdr. Shepard's universe. We don't know how this happen, only that it is.

I will allow Shepard to explain these Reapers, but we provide information about them to your tablets. The Guardians and myself are scramblink first response team. The Reapers attack planet with no self defense, we must evacuate and hold off Reapers. You are not required to fight. Cosmo does not tell you want to do, but if you want to help, meet at docks. We will take RIV to planet.

(OOC: You can assume that all the information outlined here has been sent to each character's tablets)

Right... so... another new dimension. Dog in a space suit that does some weird mind meld crap. And a giant ass dead space head that people live on.

Sam, you better be here and you better not be Polish.

I guess I won't be spending my evening the way I had been planning because this was definitely not on the agenda.

Hey, I'm Kara Zor-El or Kara Danvers and this is....well I haven't quite decided what this is, but I'll figure it out at some point.

Have I just died? Logic would suggest I've been pulled through some kind of temporal-spatial rift. Having just been debriefed by a telepathic canine astronaut, I'm not so sure.

I've seen some things, including the end of the Universe. But I find it hard to believe I missed the enormous inhabited floating head the first time round. Admittedly, my tour guide was rubbish.

Now that the battle has concluded, I would like to take time to praise those of you who aided in the defense of this station. I will see your fallen given proper honors and praise their names. May it serve as comfort during this time and I will lend both my sword and shield to the return of your taken comrades if you should find yourself in need.

Until such time I welcome you all to join me, Lady Sif of Asgard, at this Starlins -- as I understand this is your feasting hall of sorts? -- where will will toast to your fallen, to the honor and valor which you all fought.

Certainly all are welcome as none who fight shall ever be turned away from a revelry after, but I should particularly like to invite those of you wielding the strange blades of colored light, the red haired woman with the long jacket, the woman with the strange armor who was throwing magics through the air and her companions.

And the one known as Torunn. Your presence is expressly requested.

Situation report. Troyjan and Ba-bani have made a full retreat. We have no reported dead, but many injuries. The miners were not so lucky. Have report of at least 5 dead.

Children and noncombatants are safe. I protect them. We will rebuild.

What is I hear about kidnappink? Everyone, report in. We find who is missink.

Currently reported M.I.A:
- Steve Rogers
- Tim Drake
- Red Robin
- Rose Tyler
- Ororo Munroe

[ Open Comms ]

Well this was only a matter of time.

[ The comm message is punctuated by the sound of biotic explosions ]

Anyone who's available to come help hold the docks? We lose the docks the rest of the station's going to fold like a string of dominoes. Everybody keep your heads up and focus your fire, try and funnel into bottlenecks where you can. Noncombatants try and stay clear and make sure we've got people posted at medical, the barracks, the hovel and the dojo -- the last thing we need is the enemy getting their hands on more firepower.

And where the hell is Captain Rogers? Tell me there's at least someone out there coordinating resistance efforts?

[ Space Ladies (Ryder, Jyn, Kerrigan) + Meetra and Maya ]

You ladies keep kicking some serious ass out there, and keep me updated if you need reinforcements. Since it seems we're without any kind of functional leadership out there, don't be afraid to call out orders where you need them.

[open comms]

Is - can anyone hear me? They took him. Robin. The aliens took him.

[Direct communication to:] Elsa Bloodstone

This should be a wonderful opportunity to see you in action Miss Bloodstone. If you'd be kind enough to inform me of your location I will be happy to combine forces. In one way, to show the Americans how it is properly done.

[Direct Communication to:] Alucard

Search and destroy. Whoever stands in my way will be eliminated without mercy.

I really do question my choices when a talking dog ceases to be the weirdest thing I've seen in a day.

In an effort to pass time and keep more of you alivekeep my own skills sharp. I would like to offer my services, when I am not assisting the Guardians, at The Palace. To those of you seeking instruction, approach me directly and we will see what we might do to increase your own skill.

[ Torunn Thorsdottir ]

I would, in particular, be interested in testing you, provided you are willing.

*bursts of static and electricity crackling, followed by bouts of incomprehensible screaming, and the sounds of banging and crashing*

I woke up on a gravity amped dirt ball of a planet, played 20 questions with a talking dog wearing a space suit, and now I'm heading to the barracks to find my bunk. This certainly isn't the weirdest day I've ever had, but yeah... it's ranking pretty high.

I suppose since I've got my stuff I should stop poking at this thing. Metal base, glowy blue, bad jokes. If no one claims it it's going in my cabinet.

I got someone's delivery today. Anyone missing a cabinet full of books and stuff? I can't tell you what exactly the stuff is, there's all sorts in there. But the books are old.

That's the kind of drama you put on when I'm busy making myself sick for science? I'm not angry. I'm just seriously bloody disappointed.

Right, I was kind of hoping for a day before the universe fell to pieces again, but whatever.

I was with two people before the flashy alien abduction. Is the Doctor or Jackie Tyler about? She's blonde and probably very unhappy and my mum. He's tall, thin, great hair, probably talked your ear off. Might've blown something up; he does that.

So, big floaty alien head. Where do you get a drink around here?