Uncanny X-Viners: Days of Yesterday RPG

December 14, 2012
Bangkok, Thailand

“I try to remember what it was all like before…before the tights and masked heroism, before the spotlight cast a blinding light on all the darkness that had crept in.” Loveless paused as she held a handkerchief up to her face. “I am sorry, people of Bangkok, people of the world I want you to know myself and my team had to make some truly difficult decisions. We tried…damn it we tried…but sometimes. Oh God, sometimes it’s just not enough.” She looked up from the podium she had been holding on to for support. Members of her team at her back, some looked onto her out of sympathy and pity, other members looked out at the throngs of people. Local people, soldiers, other heroes thrown into this mess, all looking for answers and the next step in recovery up at the woman that stood before them. She gripped the podium that her green leather of her gloves creased, if this continued the wooden podium would begin to splinter and break. The cameras from the internal news teams gathered around her as the flashes and questions hit her and her companions like a barrage of bullets. Loveless had tried to balance and gather her thoughts for her closing statement. One question snuck in though when her defenses were down.

“Miss Loveless!! Loveless! Who should pay for these transgressions? Granted your team did stop the devastation to a certain degree. But without them we may still a world to defend!! Now major cities across the globe are in ruins! Look around you!! Look at the once historic and stunning Bangkok! Temples and skyscrapers mere piles of rubble, homeless people make up this country now!! Children have nothing now! Families torn apart, communities destroyed, yet you supers get the glory and go back up to your hideaways to safety and luxury!!” The flustered news reporter was ushered away by security as he shouted more accusations and rhetorical questions. Loveless bowed her head as she looked away from the man with the rose colored face that spatted and sputtered out of anger and fear. She drew the might towards her and said her final words.

“He is right…under my leadership I made the calls. The level of destruction…the lack of”--she turns away and catches her breath. “I will be charged in a court of law, and it will be handled from there.”

Loveless is looks at her team and gives them a half hearted smile and reassuring knob as she allows the security to put meta-human cuffs on her. She is escorted through the crowd as the mobs of people throw and say horrible things to her. She just keeps her head to the ground and listens as her team tries to calm the crowd in the distance…with no avail.

Present day (November 17th, 2012) 6:00PM
Champion City

Lady Loveless held the Styrofoam cup up to her lips. A smile escaped her before the warm air that gently cooled the white mocha drink she had ordered. She had the mocha drink to keep her warm on one of those cold fall nights, but more than that an old friend. His codename was ‘Slicer’ she knew him from back when she was the Headmistress of a school for young mutants trying to find themselves and harness their powers. The school closed after only being open for a few years, due to lack of funding and the underbelly side of what the school was also used for. Which was a training ground for a team known as the X-Viners, which Lady Loveless and Slicer were both members of. They had grown close while working on the team together and had stayed in touch even after it disbanded. Just a few emails and texts here and there, and of course Facebook friends, this would be their first time since the team broke up they had seen each other in person.

“So Loveless, how do you like living in Champion City? Miss the mansion at all?”

She paused as she looked around as the street lights started to flicker on. “Well it’s different, I mean pretty good city, with the crime rate relatively low…” she smirked after she said that and took another sip of her drink.

“And who do we have to thank for that?” He nodded his head as he leaned back in his chair and propped himself in a most uncomfortable shape. “Loveless why now? Why did you call me here?”

She stopped sipping her drink and neatly placed down on the table. “I mean we had a lovely day together catching up and reminiscing…I was wondering when we were going to get down to business.” She moved the drink off to the side and rummaged around her bag that had reminded idle the whole night.

She plopped down a stack of files onto the table. The wiry metal table shook as it absorbed the shock of the stack, upon stack of papers.

With a cock eyed look Slicer looked at Loveless and then peered at the mountain of thinly dismembered pieces of trees that lay before him.

She looked at with utter concern, “just like then I need your help…more than ever. The government has hired me to form a team. This is a global issue that not even they can handle. The expertise and precision we must have to be perfect, have to be almost Uncanny. The X-Viners are back on! But I have had to enlist the help of a few new faces with a broad spectrum of powers and abilities from different parts of the world…or universe for that matter. Laying before you is the crisis we must face, and those that have been selected to join. She studied his face as she looked for some type of answer, his eyes grazed over the unopened files. He reached his hand over for one file that had scribbled on it ‘Slicer’.

“Well let’s see what they got on me.” He opened the file like a newspaper and leaned back in his chair. He laid the file down on his stomach and grinned at the emerald beauty, “I am in by the way. No worries Loveless I got your back.”

Loveless smirked at him and then picked up a different file, one of the team mates she wasn't too familiar with. “Oh hey Slicer…so one of the members of the team should be meeting us here any moment now.” He gave her the thumbs as he continued to skim through his file.

December 14, 2012

Bangkok, Thailand

Tellumo was sick of this, the leader he'd grown to respect & care for over the less than a month that he'd known her was being carted off to a jail cell for doing good. He's an impulsive person which isn't always the greatest personality type to have with powers that could level entire cities through a single gesture. He crossed his arms behind his back as he stepped close to slicer & whispered into his ear.

"I'll make a distraction & hopefully we'll get in these philistines good books."

Slicer looked wary of what Alphonse had planned. Still hiding his hands he shaped patterns that looked like he was playing a distorted instrument, like a fusion between a guitar, piano & trumpet. Bursting forth from the horizon came a hulk of earth the size of a skyscraper creeping forward with soulless eye sockets staring with murderous intent. This was his creation & he would perform a beautiful play of heroes who would save the people from the evil creature. Then again maybe the team wouldn't be so happy about this. Either way they should probably save the leech reporters.

November 17th 2012 6:10 pm

Champion City

Alphonse whistled casually with his hands in his pockets as he walked the streets (not in that way) of his adopted home. He was supposed to meet people that wanted his 'unique talents' he took this as a team needing a bit of eye candy & his current team wanting to be rid of him as soon as possible. He met up with a pair that looked extremely out of place in this fairly simple area with their filmstar looks. He approached them & leaned in to ask

"So am I interrupting something?"

The duo looked slightly disgruntled at his appearance, probably due to his late arrival at their meeting place. Regardless the woman who appeared to be in charge of their little operation replied

"Not at all. Take a seat."

She gestured towards an empty seat which he then promptly placed himself in. He spied in front of him a stack of files, like a bright beacon calling to a moth he could see his name amidst the paper, he promptly slid it out & took a peak.

"Hey I'm not irresponsible, reckless & impulsive. I'm quirky & risk-taking & quick acting."

December 14, 2012

Bangkok, Thailand

Maya couldn't believe what was happening, "How did this even happen?" she thought to herself as she stood part ashamed next to her teammates but also concerned for the leader, Maya wanted to speak out but thought best she shouldn't say anything..Maya turned her head away not wanting to see her get taken away...soon the crowd began to insult their leader and become aggressive.

November 18th 2012 8:10 am

Champion City

Maya walked in nervously, she decided to come in early in the morning rather late at night..despite being day time she wore her super hero costume to show that she was enthusiastic.

seeing what she thought was the two recruiters she took a seat and put her palms on her lap "Hello, my name is Maya"

December 10th, 2012

Unknown Location, Time: 5:02AM

"You know what you must do correct?" Loveless motioned her head back and the weight of gravity pulled it forward for her. She battered and bruised, lifeless bodies all around her. "You royally messed up...didn't you Loveless. Called upon a team of worthless wimps. Hanging on your every word and bit of praise. Some goose chase Loveless...some chase huh?" Loveless spit a few things of blood out as she scoffed at the accusers claims.

The dark figure circled her as if a shark waiting to snatch up it's prey. "You want to know who the mole was don't ya?" The man paused as he awaited the next move, she didn't respond. Only with a grunt of pain, "I will take that as a yes...well you see it was easy. From the get go they were compromised...your mission was to fail from the start. The world needed heroes, and we needed scapegoats." The man chuckled as he thought back to what had transpired. "Loveless we could have stopped this a long time ago, but the government decided that maybe the heroes should take the fall. Maybe they are becoming too powerful once again, why are there so many meta humans just gallivanting around. We had to rein ya in." The main allowed his cruel contorted face to grace the light of the lone lamp that had been illuminating Loveless' poor disposition.

"Now then...if your team takes the fall...then the world won't be in as much disdain, refuse and we dispose of you whole team and allow the majority of the world to flooded in destruction and chaos. Your move Loveless...your move." She popped in and out of the conversation as she tried to not black out from the wounds and bruises that had been inflicted on her for the past three days. The team was too far away for her to reach them telepathically, and her tech had been blocked since had gotten to the old run down warehouse. 'What would she do? What could she do?' She wandered as she looked for an escape, escape from this wicked man, and from this horrible situation her team was smack dab in the middle of.

November 17th

Lady Loveless had spent the day with her old companion Slicer and had just broken the news to him as to for there long over due meeting. "Slicer, this is TDK...he has uh...well look!" She gestured with her free hand to the man and his get up. He looked similar to Slicer, and that was battle ready. He already bared a mask and a long trench coat, which Loveless could tell hid many different gadgets and weaponry underneath.

The man approached them and greeted them before getting to his point, "what does the government have on me?" She looked at the newcomer and handed him his file. She watched as the man just sat there starring at her with such an intensity, without moving his head or torso he neatly grabbed the file from her hand. "Thank you." She nodded and carried on with looking into the files, chatting here and there with Slicer and their new team mate.

Tellumo had been quietly reading over his file for the past twenty minutes, when he almost fell out his chair in excitement. "Bam!!! Look at that!! Look!!!" He was pointing at an intelligence index of the team and his name was at the top, far outshining anyone else.

The three looked at his finding and went back to their own files without a second glance. Tellumo gloated at his accomplishment for a few more minutes and then realized they were only a team of four or five right now. It didn't seem as special to him then, so he slouched back down into his chair and kept on reading.

November 18th-Skybase

Loveless was going over a few additional pieces of paper work when the secretary popped her head. "Umm miss Loveless, your 8:30AM is here." Loveless allowed herself to take her out of that world of paperwork and scheduling.

"Send her in please..." The woman left the room and came back with a jubilant young woman. "You are..." she shuffled through post-its and calendar, "my 8:30...which is MAYA!" She grinned at the post-it and for a second forgot she had company. "Oh sorry, the past couple days has been frazzled to say the least. I am Lady Loveless as you may have heard. And my, my miss Maya you scored extremely high in our combat training team readiness. Thoughts questions about joining the newly revamped X-Viners?"

"Well Uh you see..." The girl started to formulate her response and push down her nerves when a blue light near the door started to flash.

"CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE!" Loveless looked at the light, then the girl, then her watch.

'Not even 9 and I get a code blue.' "Alright time to put your skills to the test, code blue means there has been an issue on the---" Loveless is cut short by the side of her office wall being ripped off. The Skybase wall absent revealed the world of clouds and dots that were cars far below. A large multi-eyed creature peered in at the two women.

The blue light continued to flash as explosions could be heard from all over the base. "What the--" The monstrous creature grabbed Loveless and took to the out portion of the brig, where it had been joined by countless other creatures with similar features. Six feet wide, eight feet high with thirty tentacles at least and a hundred or more eyes. Maya flew up to take in the damages and her jaw dropped as she saw the carnage of the damage that had been done.

@Lady Loveless:

November 18th

Skybase

Maya was grabbed by one of the creatures, but keeping her calm she decided to pull out the big guns...her skin ripped apart and was replaced by fur as she began to transform into a Lycan with in just a split second what was once a young girl was replaced by a large and powerful werewolf.

with brute strength she broke free from the tentacles grip and landed on the ground, her razor sharp nails turned the tentacles that attempted to grab her again into mince meat...and moving at speeds that would appear to human eyes as teleportation she leaped onto the creature that held Loveless and knocked the monster onto the ground she dug her muzzle deep inside its chest and like a horror scene began ripping flesh out not with just her mouth but also claws mutilating the body and tentacles that were near.

@Vortex_: (Nice girl isn't so nice :p)

November 17th, 2012, Earth Time, Tir na Nog, home of the Celtic Gods

Rose and John sat at the foot of a tree in the idyllic green landscape of the main home of the Celtic Gods, the Tuatha de Dannan. Whereas the Asgardians dwelt in a great and fantastical city in a wintery landscape, and the Olympians on a city atop a colossal mountain in another mountain, the Tuatha's dwelling was decidedly more rustic. A large city built to ancient Gaulish standards, albeit of a much grander scale than the subjects of the Asterix comics could have built. Nature was intertwined with the city in the form of trees, grass fields, rivers, hills, and mountains that were dotted through Tir na Nog just as the buildings were. John and Rose had just recently emerged from the debacle at the Roman version of Olympus, and the two had decided to relax after having formed an actual relationship.

"I must say, your mother's side of the family is quite impressive." Rose stated as she snuggled up towards John, who wrapped an arm around her as the grass swayed in the wind, butterflies flitting on by while the branches rustled together. "Yeah, I really got to know them after that mess in Ireland...I'm glad that mom lets me in." He responded, filled with content as a Boobrie, a massive plane sized water bird native to Tir Na Nog, passed on overhead, beating it's wings, well over a hundred feet in length while the enormous white marked duck like creature passed on overhead.

Some seelie faeries nodded at the pair as they passed by, carrying out jobs, messages, and favors for the Gods whom they worked for, and Rose regarded them with the utmost curiosity, while John just waved back. "I can't seem to decide which part of you is the more incredible one. The monotheistic side that comes from the Symaarian Navigator and Yahweh, or the polytheistic one that lays claim to the Tuatha de Dannan as it's ancestors." Rose stated, turning to face John and looking at him with her stunning orchid eyes. "Well...I only really got to know this half of the family like, really recently! So this is all kind of new to me!" John responded, sporting a wide smile as he gave her his happiest grin, prompting Rose to giggle and kiss him on the cheek.

In response, John's face flushed a deep red, much to the amusement of many faeries and gnomes who were witnissing, which only made John feel even more embarassed. "Rose..." John protested weakly, to which Rose just smiled, and John forgot what exactly he was protesting about. But this moment was interrupted by the mightiest of the Gaelic thunder gods, Taranis appeared before them. Armoured in a gold embroidered scale tunic made of Mithril, the Tuatha equivalent of the Asgardian Uru and the Olympian Adamantine, with brassy greaves and arm guards, boots and gloves made from the fur of some great beast studded with mithril, eyes whose intense blue irises almost glowed like lightning, a belt made from the hide of an evil white dragon, a great horn attached to his belt, curved pauldrons shaped like the heads of rams, sprouting a great blue-white beard that crackled with electricity, with a gilded helmet from which curling ram's horns sprouted, and wielding his enchanted Mithril Axe Adharcorc or "Sky cleaver".

"Oh...uhh hey Taranis." John quickly spat out to Taranis' amusement. "I find it amusing that the boy who saved us all during Nexatos' invasion of our lands has only now conquered love." Taranis scoffed heartily, prompting John to become embarassed enough to try and hide his face behind his hoodie while Rose's cheeks became slightly red. "And to what do we owe the presence of the thunderer to?" Rose asked, trying to change the subject. Partly as a joke, Taranis looked both ways "Thor? Where?" He asked before breaking out into laughter, poking a bit of fun at the long rivalry between himself and Thor. Taranis Ambisagrus and Thor Odinson had once been bitter enemies when their worshippers battled each other tooth and nail, but now it had largely cooled down to a game of one upsmanship. One day Thor would destroy an entire fleet of hostile aliens trying to take over the world, the next Taranis would respond by single handedly putting down a horde of Tanar'ri from the Abyss.

"Ah yes, it seems that people have begun to take notice of you in the mortal world. Someone has had a letter sent to you, and while I would usually have a faerie deliver these kinds of messages, this appears to be important enough to be graced with my presence." Taranis said as he handed out two neatly packaged envelopes from his bag of holding. Rose poked John in the shoulder to get him to emerge from his hoodie, and the two broke open the seals on their envelopes with single motions. "Oh wow...we've been invited to a team..." John muttered before Taranis broke out into laughter. "Ah! One of our champions has been selected for a mighty army! This is worth celebrating!" Taranis thundered joyfully before he grabbed and then blew on his magical horn, signalling the Tuatha to come out while the faeries, gnomes, good dragons, selkies, leprechauns, changelings, spirits of worthy followers of the Tuatha, sprites, and wisps followed to join in on the call for celebration.

Before John and Rose could say anything, faeries carried the two up, bringing them to a site where the festivities were already being prepared with godly magic. "Whoa what's the reason for all this!?!" John exclaimed as he and Rose were brought forth to crude looking wooden seats draped with the furs of great ogres in the middle of a feasting hall. To his surprise, the person who came forth to answer that was Rhiannon, his mother and a goddess of the winds, born to a union between the Dagda and Imasura. She was dressed in a plaid blue-green robe, brought close to her midsection by a sash with a mithril girdle, a simple mithril mail shirt covering her torso, while flowers dotted her night black hair, woad blue painting surrounded her left, deep blue eye in a sun like pattern, and an ogre mage fur cloak hung to her left. "Because John, ever since Thor and Hercules joined the Avengers, the Tuatha have harbored a desire to see one of their own honored by being made part of one of the teams of champions so common of Earth." Rhiannon said with an easy smile before giving Rose an approving nod.

"I must say, I have been looking forward to meeting with the girl you have chosen as your lover, she is everything I hoped for in your future wife and more." Rhiannon grinned, prompting a mass of Gods and mythological creatures to raise their goblets and food and cheer wildly, prompting John and Rose to blush redder than a beat. "Moooommm!" John whined ineffectually before Rhiannon ruffled his hair. "Be easy on the boy my daughter, he needs to keep his confidence up for the festivities!" The great, red bearded Dagda laughed, his kingly plated mithril scale armor, plaided vestments, golden and bull horn'd crown, and great red cloak, formed from the hide of a Demon Prince Dagda Eochaid had personally slain when the Tuatha, in a divine woad induced and heavily drunken fit of revelry, decided to invade the infinite layers of the abyss and completely obliterated no less than six entire layers, laid waste to dozens more, and slew many a demon lord and prince while crippling the Tanar'ri's efforts in the Blood War with the Devils of Baator for a century before turning around and then slaughtering the entire Baatezu attack force in the Abyss to devastate the Nine realms of Baator's assault, effectively ruining both sides of the blood war for years to come and leaving other pantheons in stark terror of the Tuatha's sheer drunken lunacy.

"This is a great day for the Tuatha! To John Edenson! To my Grandson! To Rose Lalatia! To the lost world of Novia! Hahahaha!" Dagda laughed as he threw forth a goblet of divine ale and then guzzling it down. "Aye!" The Tuatha and mythical servants agreed as they raised their goblets to join in the cheer. Heck, even John and Rose decided to join in on the mass cheering, and joined in the mass drinking. The rest of the night passed by like a blur with dancing, music, ancient Celtic party games, increasingly drunken chit chat, and sooner than later, many of the Tuatha began to get so absolutely drunk off their divine alcohol that, in combination with the godly woad they used to get themselves in a drug induced warrior high, many of them charged out, opening a portal to a Warp Rift to attack a massive host of Chaos Daemons and their worshippers in another galaxy while snubbing the lords of Chaos. The number of explosions that poured through the portal and the screaming of terrified Daemons spoke of just why the universe at large considered the drunken aftermath of a Tuatha party to be one of the most catastrophic events imaginable.

Even the godly immune systems of John and Rose couldn't completely block out the divine brandy they drunk, and soon enough, the two passed out on the floor after having a dozen drinks too many.

November 18th, Tir na Nog

When the two woke up, they found Rhiannon waiting for them with a smile on her face. "Well, I see you've enjoyed yourself." She stated in an easy voice, having brought the two to a proper bed not long after they passed out. "Oh god...did we do any-" John asked before Rhiannon cut him off by shaking her head. "No, your clothing remained firmly on, but you were spouting off quotes from...Con Air was it?" Rhiannon responded, causing John to blush furiously while Rose got back slowly, rubbing her eyes. "Your armorsuits are ready and waiting, as is a portal to where you need to go. As for Father, he and the others purged a thousand light year wide warp rift of chaos daemon activity in a galaxy about a billion light years away from your own." Rhiannon stated, stepping aside to show John's teuton armor and Viktor. "Thank you, but we have teleportation systems that immediately bring them to us." Rose responded with an easy smile. "Ah, then allow me to reinforce them, few things are more inconvenient than dimensional anchors." She offered as she worked just a bit of her godly power to strengthen the two's ability to teleport their equipment towards them.

John clutched his hammer, which in the midst of the war on Roman Olympus, had been merged with the Lance of Longinus and the Sword of Constantine to form Scmallmharu, Cloud Killer. A weapon that was vastly more powerful than the lionhearted before it, while Rose's own quills had been enhanced by hecate to make the Bijthon Cth, the Thorns of Destiny. The two got up and stepped into the shimmering portal, with John giving his mom a kiss on the cheek and an utterance of thanks before walking out into Champions city, where a portal tore itself open in front of lady loveless, the two thirteen year olds clutching their envelopes. "I believe you summoned us, correct?" Rose stated as the portal to Tir Na Nog closed behind them gently.

Skybase, November 18th

"I'm gonna build such a big raft & we're gonna sing around a campfire & I have my guitar so we can be acoustic douches!"

Tellumo gleefully spouted while skipping through the cold, grey interior of the Skybase. Finally a passerby asked him the meaning of his abrupt lunacy regarding his outbursts of enthusiasm.

"It's a team building day right? They take us out camping & stuff."

The unlucky fellow who asked him the question immediately turned into a state of mild shock, this was due to the stupidity/lack of common sense he had just discovered.

"I am 99% sure that there's no team building day & that you're here for extreme training to build cohesion."

Alphonse ponders.

"But both options are the same. I'll go for the 1% though."

Almost as if some sort of cosmic cue was undertaken the location became thick with fear as the surrounding workers rushed past the duo, who then became a singular due to one member joining a bigger group, this hurt Tellumo's feelings. With brisk walking speed the teen reached an area near a key point of the creature's physiology, watching the new team spring into action & being clasped by the grotesque tentacles of the beast, during his brief trip Tellumo had been cooking up the perfect joke for this moment. He proudly pointed to the monster & shouted.

"I've seen enough h***** to know where this is hgrhk--"

Unfortunately this being didn't care much for comedy as it impulsively struck the heroes' torso into a wall. All he could think to himself while catching his breath was, 'Did anyone catch that? I can't say it again can I?'

Skybase Nov 18

John and Rose had been brought up to the Skybase relatively quickly. John looked around, a bit unused to airships of a non-steampunk nature, while Rose was used to an altogether more high tech sort of ship. "All this non-steampunk stuff sure is weird..." John muttered as he continued to have a look around. "Well, most of the universe doesn't have access to the level of material science that the Talon and later the Astartes had. You can only get so much out of your steam technology because you have metals that can withstand the immense pressures needed to produce enough force." Rose pointed out, briefly touching a finger to her lip and prompting John to laugh a bit as the two thirteen year olds were given odd looks by the adult crew.

"Why are they staring at us?" John asked, a tad unused to normal human society where the thought of barely pubescent children engaging in this kind of combat was abhorrent, rather than the rather more eglitarian Astartes which had a "it doesn't matter what you are, as long as you can pull your own weight in whatever you're doing" policy towards those employed in it. "From what I gather, most of the rest of the Earth frowns rather strongly on the idea of child warriors." Rose shrugged as the two stepped from the hangers and into the halls. "Huh...that's kinda weird." John responded, tugging on the mail sleeves of his hospitaller armor a bit while Rose, in a hooded version of her emergency suit, simply strutted forward.

Viktor however, chose to remain in the hanger, the seven foot tall gleaming mech suit believing that Rose could handle herself, though it was ready to teleport to her if he was needed. John's Teuton armor, recently upgraded with Sapience and the ability to move on it's own and adopting the name of Kanden, similarly remained at a distance. Viktor gave a nod at a passing FBI agent who, feeling uncomfortable, quickly ran past Viktor, trying not to remain in it's piercing Cyan optics longer than it had to. Kanden's yellow optics kept a similar vigil, while it's clockwork mind started to read over some incoming data. "Dimensional disturbance in progress." Both it and Viktor said in unison.

All around the skybase, lovecraftian monstrosities began to wriggle out of whatever non-euclidean pit they came from. And then they started to appear inside of the ship itself, playing with the fabric of space as if it were silly putty. Unfortunately for the monsters, the first to manifest on the bridge came within arm's reach of Viktor. The snarling octopus headed beast with a thousand eyes and a dozen writhing tendrils didn't even manage to shriek out it's battle cry before Viktor threw forth an infinite mass light speed punch at it's head, using his forcefields to contain the backblast of the punch to just the area of his fist. Slamming his fist into the being with enough force to destroy worlds, the skybase briefly shook as the beast splattered into ichorous gore.

Kanden extended it's wolverine style ambriaric divine steel claws and quickly carved apart a fish man like beast, followed by dozens more as Viktor activated his superspeed and quickly brought the personnel out of the Hangar before extending it's plasma flamethrowers just as Kanden swept across the area with it's optic mounted solar cannons, frying more of the beasts with the fury of the sun, yellow rays of death stabbing out of it's optics. Viktor's side of hip mounted flamethrowers then roared to life, bathing the creatures with radioactive, corrossive, highly electrified, and obscenely hot quark-gluon plasma that broke down even these beasts' matter into nothing more than a writing soup of elemental particles so hot that atoms could not exist within it. Before the sea of plasma could cause any harm, Kanden beat it's wings to send the cloud of lethal matter out into the open, roasting an enormous flying armoured worm creature as long as an aircraft carrier who literally disintegrated into a mass of quarks and electrons as the cloud washed over it.

John and Rose however, were notified of the problem just as the code blue alarm went off, and as a snarling Batwinged and snake faced monster crawled it's way out of the shadows. The seven foot creature seemed to be furious that the halls were not wide enough for it to spread it's wings, it's compound eyes flickering red with rage as it opened up it's sarlaac mouthed head and let loose an ululating roar. A roar that was cut short when Scmallmharu was thrown straight into it's mouth and smashed it's way out the back of it's skull, spraying it's gory remains everywhere as the explosive power of the hammer splattered it in all directions before continuing on to smash it's way through dozens more monsters, seeking them out with extreme prejudice. "Any reason for the delay in throwing your hammer?" Rose asked as Smallmharu returned to John's hand. "Oh, I had to use my paladin abilities to check if it registered as evil or not." He responded with a shrug.

"A detect evil spell?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Yep! Always active! And these monsters are registering like...way the hell evil." John beamed as he casually backhanded a roaring deep one without even turning to face it, the six foot tall hulking fish man being sent barreling through the halls and flying right the heck out of the skybase, going on for several kilometers, it's face mashed into nothing more than a messy pulp by the power of John's fist. "Oh, you are such a show off." Rose said with a Grin before flicking one of her Thorns of Destiny at a roiling amorphous mass of flesh, eyes, and mouths, an amorphous mass that soon turned into nothing more than pleasantly cooled grape flavoured Jell-o.

Another beast, resembling a crocodile whose head was laid on it's side, eyes on either end of it's horizontally aligned head, arms splitting off into tentacles, galloping forth on three legs, along with a hundred others of it's kind, barelled down the Hallway after bashing the FBI agents to it's side. "Oh, would you allow me to handle this?" Rose asked, smirking as John nodded at her. Forming a geometric pattern at the speed of light with her thorns she cast forth a transmutation spell that immediately turned the monsters into a gaggle of flopping trout that feebly writhed on the metallic floor, gasping for water that simply was not there. "Whoa...nice trick!" John stated, thoroughly impressed.

The two moved onwards, a faceless Nightgaunt that tried to present itself to stop their advance getting kicked in the chest by Rose with enough force to send the contents of it's torso flying out of it's back before the Girl casually ripped it's head off with a violent telekinetic thrust, sending the head bowling into what could best be described as a massive tripedal mushroom with a snarling pit of a mouth and dozens of tentacles, at such speeds that the Nightgaunt's head ignited from the air resistance. The fungoid beast obviously, was obliterated in a blazing explosion that spread it's ashes all over the hall. John ducked under the swing of a four armed hulking nine foot titan of a beast whose head was nothing more than a mass of tentacles, and it's lower body being an insane thicket of spidery limbs.

John grabbed the creature's nearest available arm and with a single tug, yanked it clean off before sending a massive amount of wind rushing into the new wound to tear the creature's insides apart through wind shear. The creature's organs were pureed before a human could even blink, not even giving the thing enough time to shriek out in pain as it flopped over, the slurry of it's now shredded organs leaking out of it's orfices while John stepped forward and slammed his hammer into a three headed centipede with tentacles for arms the size of a bus, Scmallmharu shrieking through the air at lightspeed before slamming into the thing's centermost head, impacting with enough force to completely vaporize it's head, while the hammer's forcefields then shaped the explosive outburst of energy to wrap around the impacted target, completely incinerating the entirety of the creature.

As Rose went forward and stabbed her Thorns into the eyes of a eel headed monstrosity with a scaley man's torso and the lower body of an insectoid horse, yanking herself up onto it's neck and then twitching her thorns around in the thing's brain to send it charging into it's own allies, bowling through them and scattering them about before yanking her Thorns back and literally tearing apart the thing's skull in a shower of bone chips, brain matter, skin, and two loose eyeballs, John turned to see one of the creatures, a humanoid but grotesquely tentacled beast, attacking one of his teammates, whom he'd sooner learn went by the name of Tellumo.

John held his hammer in both hands and braced himself. "Excuse me, delivery for Mr.tentacle monster!" He shouted, prompting the creature to turn one of it's heads towards John, who had already zipped towards it and leapt upwards before swinging Scmallmharu in a wide arc to knock off each and every one of it's heads, letting the thing slump to the ground while blood founted out of it's necks, and it's now removed heads were sent into the wall to smash like watermelons being fired out of a cannon into a brick wall. "You can thank me later." John said as he let loose a single blue knot, a self contained blue tendril of wind, lightning, light, and heat being churned so fast that it turned into quark-gluon plasma, capable of devastating most anything it touched, from his outstretched left hand and had it snake across a hallway to fry a charging mass of nightgaunts, leaving nothing, not even ash, to testify to their former presence.