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OOC: Fun fact: I never played the Dead Space series, yet managed to neatly come up with a similar concept entirely on my own.

IC:

"The Pandorian worlds are much larger, and a separate unique strain of Pandor. The Worlds are quite literally world sized, and boast tremendous power. Each one hosts Pandor upon their surface. The space they dwell in, is not normal." Deep Blue replied.

High Queen Else took over her body again.

"Of course you can come Colberius. The newcomer can come to Warhaven too, as I suspect this entre incident drew his attention." Else said.

Deep Blue meanwhile began opening a Dimensional Nexus to Warhaven.

"Have Identification ready. The Bureaucracy is strict when it comes to these sorts of things." Deep Blue warned.

.....

Meanwhile, The Four Peoples broke off eating, enthralled by something they'd never seen before. A door. Then, a changling opened it, and that totally amazed them. Once said changling walked through the open door, the four peoples minds were totally blown.

So it was, construction was delayed, as the Four People amused themselves with doors.

Having drawn his pistol when Marchosias appeared, Colberius X holstered his gun and drew his coat around him once more.  He thanked Else for allowing him to come with a bow, and then turned to the strange man who had materialized in their midst.  He sensed no hostility, but the thoughts he could feel were hard to decipher. 

"And who might you be?"

While waiting for the man's response, Colberius, heeding Deep Blue's warning to have identification ready, slipped a hand in his pocket and wrapped his fingers around his rosette.

You know I would be wondering what to do next but...

*hemlock looks around as her species bridge as seemingly everyone is now on her ship*

HOW THE @$#$ DID MOST OF YOU GET HERE? she shouts angry at the the new uninvited guests on her ship.

__________ somewhere else on the ship___________________________________________

So have you fixed the teleporters yet? one drone asks another.

No I am trying to calibrate it but it keeps fluxing after we brought some Padorian material to study and place in quarantine to give us a advantage in the upcoming war....

Why do we call it that? one changeling asks the other?

Excuse me? the other looks confused.

War I mean we usually just go in lose some changelings usually to kick in are naturally adaptive bodies and then kick our enemies carapaces without a fight. one says.

*another changeling notices the conversation*

That or we bring them down from within i mean we are kind of know for are shapeshifting....

*the other 2 look annoyed*

23424 get out of here!!! they shout in annoyance.

*the changeling drone shrugs before walking off*

I guess it is because pest control might seem a bit evil....

65498 WE ARE SHAPE CHANGING, SOCIOPATHIC, SPACE IMPERIALISTS...if THAT is not evil than i am sure to check my rations for Queens nectar night and day. the queen makes a point.

*the changeling gets back to work*

you know i have always liked the term puckish rouges. the other changeling grins to a face palm of the other.

"I assumed they came with the High Queen." Else said.

"I came with him." Halvard said defensively, pointing at Colberius.

Deep Blue flashed, and there on the bridge was a swirling dimensional gateway.

"You will find yourself in a place known as Skywatch, it is the central travel hub of The Bureaucracy. I'm not sure where Sam's at, but as he's the second born son of The Emperor, he's not hard to find. The most likely places are The Arena of Kessingale, and The Imperial Palace of Warhaven. Though he might be at his Aunt's house in Amazonia, or at home in a place called Sanctuary." Deep Blue cautioned.

"See you on the other side!" Else said, and darted through the nexus.

"Aww what the heck." Halvard said, and ran through.

"If you're coming, better hurry," Colberius said to the strange man that had joined them, before turning to the portal himself.  He checked his pistol, made sure it was loaded, and then snapped his holster shut. The Inquisitor only glanced around once before walking through the gateway.

As Marchosias took a brief look at the portal, his eyes sparkled with curiosity, albeit involuntarily. The presence of Crystallis had began to affect his perception of the world, morphing his personality to one of inquisitiveness. The joy of witnessing the existence of a nation excelling in an area of technology was instilled into him. This was evidenced by his delightful facial expression after observing the creation of a dimensional rift that resulted in a small tear in the fabric of reality. While the divine part of him was happily appreciating the beauty of the Dimensional Nexus, the mortal part of him had fortunately possessed the situational awareness necessary to understand that this was not the time or place to be doing that and to retake control of his physical body. Following tightly behind the man who was wielding a gun, Marchosias replied, "How rude of me not to introduce myself. I am Marchosias, Overseer of the Floating Isles of Sapphiron. It is a pleasure to meet you, and how should I address you?"

Hemlock I am going adventuring you are in charge of the wintreath fleet while i am gone...

But I am only a queen...

Duchess now due to your great work. the high queen says before equiping some armor.

But there is already a duch...

*the high queen sighs teleports out and then teleports back in with the decapitated head of the former duchess and throws it at the ground of Hemlock*

*gulps* Ok then my queen. she stands at attention as the queen goes through.

Colberius stops for a moment to allow Marchosias to catch up to him.  "The pleasure is all mine. My full title is Lord Inquisitor Colberius X, Ambassador of New Hyperion, but Colberius will do just fine."

The blue Nexus seems to press in upon them, before a feeling of gentle descent takes over. The Light fades away to reveal the group in a great glass Space Elevator, descending from an orbital platform. From this height, they can see they're descending towards a city so massive it spans an entire continent, a large one at that. Vehicles are buzzing around in the sky, as are planes and assorted creatures.

Space itself is filled with beautiful crystal asteroids that put on a magnificent light display, among the heavily armed and armored warships, and an intimidating Star Fortress. A band of white light surrounds them.

It passes in seconds, and now their descending through the atmosphere. Birds of every color frolic with a creature that strongly resembles a Gryphon, except she's humanoid, and has a lovely band of lavender across her wings. Dragons of multiple varieties wing through the air around them further down, going in for their own landing. The Vehicles seen earlier, are all clearly kept in a complex series of transit tubes that control and regulate the flow of traffic, so as to minimize accidents.

As they get closer to a very large building on the ground, they can see the city covered in wall to wall art, utilizing statues, painted buildings, Water, and even gardens. The Building they descend into in particular however is pure utilitarian, dull grey and covered in assorted antennae and blinking lights. Distantly, a massive pillar of light can be seen in the few mountains still remaining in the continent sized city.

Else, so taken in and enamored of the sights, completely fails to notice the colossal network of minds, equal in power and strength to the Hive Mind of The Changling Horde, at the very least. Halvard meanwhile is simply stunned silent.

The Elevator slowed to a stop, and opened to a sight that made Else and Halvard both gasp in wonder and surprise.

A nine foot male Alicorn, bearing strong powerful muscles stands before them. His body is purest white, his mane and tail are as spun gold like his horn, his eyes, untapped pools of cerulean hosting the wisdom gained from having lived a very long time.

For Chrysalis, contrary to the history of her people, this Alicorn bears no hate, no malice, no ill will. Instead a strong aura of Peace seems to exude from the creature.

"Pardon, I seem to be in your way, my apologies. If this is your first time visiting Warhaven, you'll need to visit the registration desk. All things run on The Network, ID checks are automatic you see. So we input your ID into the system, along with other information, and then you don't have to worry about it later. Trust me it'll save a lot of hassle, and a hefty fine, if you simply go there first." The Alicorn said, then trotted off to another spot, where he seemed to be waiting for someone.

Hey The changeling horde Hive mind is not the most impressive thing we have you know, and I have already got my revenge against those alicorn brats nine hundred and ninety nine times over thank you very much!!!!the changeling seemingly breaks the 4rth wall but leaves the others speechless.

*The high queen notices how her reaction may appear odd*

Ok chrysi calm down, you act out and leave others clueless on what you are doing when offended. the changeling seems to calm herself from her outburst but only so far.

*the changeling then seemingly as if from nothing pulls out her ID for warhaven*

now sir I will go as i please I have already registered some time ago. the changeling responds to the alicorn in a bit of a irritated tone.

*she then moves through the gate seemingly without any sort of trouble*

stupidslicornstellingmewhattododosen'tevenhaveacutiemarkandyetstillactsasentitledasoldsunbuttbackathome. the changeling mumbles under her breath a bit annoyed with everything going on, only staying to help her new partners help go to war.

The Lord Inquisitor took several steps towards the Alicorn and lowered his voice. "Please excuse my companion.  She means well.  Could you direct us to the registration desk, please?"

"Across the room. I know, you can't see it for all the people, but it's there." The Alicorn said.

Then he looked at Chrysalis briefly.

"I wonder if she realizes I was born long before those silly marks came into being." He pondered quietly.

The building meanwhile was chock full of people going every which way. Humanoids, Elvenoids, Dwarvenoids, Giants, other species, some exotic and strange. For a brief second, a registration desk set into the wall with an aquatic creature sitting on it could be seen. The creature was wearing a suit filled with water.

*the queen looks back at him menacingly*

Not from my realm you are not...

*his mind flashes with images of horrifying tortures afflicted on the alicorns*

Or any of the hundreds of thousands of realms I have conquered...

*the images stop leaving the alicorn in a daze*

I have enslaved races for less than a insult to those i took under my wing when there gods grew to powerful, Pray you don't think about making a quip or even a thought insulting us...

*as he tries to get to his feet the images flood his brain of his homeland enslaved and every alicorns flank branded with marks searing the flesh*

Or you will wish  you were born with those stupid marks. the queens voice leaves his head as she turns away.

*the queen then patiently waits for everyone to be finished with getting registered.*

Marchosias was momentarily blinded by the brilliant light but he regained his vision after rubbing and allowing his eyes to rest for a while. When he headed towards the registration desk, he stretched out his hand and opened his palm as his identity card materialized. After which he passed it over to the receptionist, patiently waiting to be registered.

Starfire, contrary to perception, was not dazed, and unaffected by the imagery. He'd seen plenty like it before, and had endured attacks that bore a similar nature to the torrential psychic feed, enough so that he was no longer dazed by such things.

"Good thing that's not his brother, Hellfire. You'd be dead by now." The creature at the registration desk said, using telepathy to be heard clearly outside his suit. The simple matter of fact way he said it made it clear he was so certain of this, that only seeing Chrysalis emerge victorious from a fight to the death against the aforementioned Hellfire could possibly change his mind, and even then it'd be a hard sell to get the creature to recognize what had happened.

Strong Psychic defenses were raised in this creature's mind, after having witnessed what a passing comment caused her to do.

Having processed everyone in, Else braved the question.

"Where might we find Samuel Ares Miller?" she asked.

Silence filled the room, and everyone stared at them.

"Not popular is he?" Halvard asked, amused.

"One does not simply stroll into The Bureaucracy and demand to see a Prince of The Imperial House. The Second Son of The Emperor is at the Kessingale Arena, but unless you have an appointment, or do something impressive, I sincerely doubt he'll make time to see you." The creature said.

"I'll make him take time to see me, even if I have to beat it into him." Else declared, causing the room to burst into laughter.

"Take transit tube 32 from the Lobby." The creature said, clutching the desk for support, amused.

A guard at the door stopped them.

"If you have any Arcane or Psionic Power, you are ordered by law to restrain it to half of what you normally use, and carry. This is due to the Hyper-dense energy field of The Bureaucracy. You may have noticed coming in, there are no power production facilities anywhere. Not on the planet, not in the solar system. The Zohar Reactor's location is known only to one man, not even The Emperor knows Zohar's location. Yet Zohar is so powerful, it powers all of Warhaven, an causes the Hyper-dense energy field I mentioned. As a result, all powers exhibit higher than normal levels, thus the law." The guard explained.

Else lead the way through, and staggered as the energy field flowed into, through, and around her once she entered it.

Transit Tube 32, which was clearly marked, sucked Else up and shot her through the city to a massive round structure visible from space. The Kessingale Arena...