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Finn smoothed his robes and checked his hair in the shallow water one last time. If he came home looking like a mess, he would not hear the end of it from his sister for days, not to mention his adoptive mother. He was still an hour out, having to travel the last leg of the journey on foot as no carriages ran this far outside of Markarth. Well, not unless you were a rich family, which did not describe his.

The hour passed in peace, the friendly foxes darting across his path a few times, the deer staring at him from the thin woods. He neared his home, catching sight of his sister at the same time that she saw him. She came sprinting at him, her leaner, taller body allowing her to clear the distance between them before he had gotten a quarter of the way to her. He smiled, bracing for the impact that always came as his sister threw herself into him, but it never came.

Winds changed abruptly, his long hair flying in front of his face. His skin felt super heated as sun beamed down on his black robes. His surroundings had changed as well, sand crunching under his boots, tall grass coming up to his waist. He took a few steps forward, turning as he did.

“Marci?” He called out for his sister, but only his own echo answered.

“Marci? This isn’t funny! Did you get some kind of illusion charm?” It didn’t matter that it was beyond logic that she would have something like that, let alone one this powerful. His mind searched for other options, not wanting to believe any of the more likely ones.

He spent a good hour trying to cast clairvoyance, but the natural magic around him was low, and the spell was above his ability anyway. He gave up, rolling back onto the ground and stared at the darkening sky. It didn’t last long, as a second red sun quickly took the place of the first. The red sun didn’t bake him as much, but it was enough to be uncomfortable. If it wasn’t getting dark, he needed to find a place to rest. Being an exposed Orc in the daytime was dangerous.

He stood and looked around, hoping against all odds that something would change. Accepting the situation, unsure of where he was and how (though he wouldn’t be surprised if this was some test by the arch mage, and hence he needed to do well), he knew he needed to find a way back home.

In the distance, he heard wood splintering. Closing his eyes, he listened for the direction. Homing in on it, he set out. Where wood was being felled, there were people. And where there were people, he could find a way home.


Mayhem silently slunk towards the vessel, the first one to visit her planet for three years. She had waited, she had trained, she had raided every single house in this pathetic colony to keep herself alive. Now, all the work had paid off. She was going to space, going to the Chrysanthemum, and going to kill the ones responsible for her mistress’s death.

She saw the people come out of the vessel, probably the first to be starting a new colony. She had no regard for them. They were pests that didn’t matter. She moved towards the door, ducking behind rocks as she moved to try and keep herself hidden. She made it to the ramp. She grinned as she knocked the human pests out of her way, marching up and through the door. She was going to space.

Now safely aboard the vessel, she just needed somewhere to lay low for the trip. She headed to the windowless lower decks, careful to avoid any employees in her path. She located an empty cargo bay, probably unloaded on Lumina already. It was perfect. She smashed the control panel, causing the door to open, and stepped inside. As she moved to close the door behind her, she was surprised to find it gone. As if it had never existed to begin with. Instead, she was facing a tree, one of surprisingly thick diameter. In that moment, she knew she had failed.

They must have detected her, knocked her out. That was the only explanation. Then they dumped her on some planet to die. But why not just kill her there? They would be rewarded, not only for capturing a Diabolic, but for killing one too. Unless they had some enemy here they hoped she would eliminate for them. That didn’t make sense either. A Diabolic only had one mission after their bonded dies: Revenge. She had no interest in anyone but her mistress’s killers, so anyone on this planet was of no use to her. Besides, it was far too green, far too untouched by the greed of humans. They had left her here to die.

Having failed, she punched the tree in front of her, cracking the wood and bludgeoning the thing until it was a mass of pulp and stained with her blood. Idly she wiped the blood off her knuckles into the surrounding greenery. Her frustration beaten out of her, her resolve hardened. She hadn’t failed quite yet. If humans had brought her here, there would be more coming. And she would kill all of them for getting in her way. From this day forth, she vowed that anyone, anything, that stood between her and the Emperor would die.

She walked away from the tree, not even jumping as it hit the ground with a resounding thud. She had people to kill.

Bovis Tor was in the back of his shop after a long day.

He had sold a sizable shipment of stolen M-37 Falcon grenade launchers to some Blue Suns mercenaries who were unhappy with the previously agreed upon price. They accused Bovis of pulling a bait and switch and that they had agreed upon the more powerful and expensive M-100 grenade launchers, so they wanted a drastic discount for the cheaper guns as well as the insult. The Talon mercenaries Bovis had hired that day saw that this was a con, so they raised their rifles, which caused the Blue Suns to raise theirs. Bovis called on them all to lower their weapons, which they cautiously did. Bovis was thorough in his record-keeping, so he calmly tapped on his omni-tool until an audio message from one of the mercs began to play, stating that they wanted M-37 Falcons. One of the mercenaries turned to another and called him an idiot before begrudgingly agreeing to the deal.

Later that day, some Blood Pack mercenaries placed a rather forceful order for a batch of explosives. The Krogan leader had waited back, letting his Vorcha underlings speak to Bovis. These Vorcha seemed to be particularly dim-witted as they didn't understand that Bovis had to literally build the bombs before he could fulfill the order and that they weren't just sitting in the back premade as that was completely dangerous. After several frustrating minutes, the Krogan stomped up, assuming Bovis was taking advantage of them, and pushed him up against a wall. Bovis' Talon guards raised their rifles at the Blood Pack, and Bovis himself had pulled out his Carnifex heavy pistol and aimed it at the Krogan's crotch. The Krogan looked at the situation then laughed and backed up. Bovis explained the miscommunication with the Vorcha, and then the Krogan smacked the Vorcha closest to him on the back of the head and agreed to the arrangement.

With all of his business completed for the day, Bovis was now in the back of his store putting together some of the explosives, which he found relaxing. He actually did have some of the bombs already premade and hidden in a secret compartment underneath his store -- he was confident in his abilities that the explosives were safe -- but he didn't want anyone to know that.

Just as he was getting ready to connect two wires to make the bomb live, he found himself sitting outside in some sand. He looked around at his surroundings. There were trees and grass as far as he could see. This was definitely not Omega.

Am I dead? he thought to himself. Or am I dreaming?

He tapped on his omni-tool but couldn't access any external communications or networks. He then tried to scan for which planet he was on, but the search came up negative; this planet hadn't been discovered yet. He tapped harder on the omni-tool, hoping that it was just a malfunction, but the results stayed the same.

How is this possible?

He began to panic. He crouched with his back to a tree and held out his Carnifex, aiming whenever he heard a noise.

"Hello?!" he shouted out, not sure if he was alone or being watched.

BANG! CRACK!

The sounds of gunshots were drowned out only by the sound of horse hooves pounding on the ground. Three outlaws being chased down by the law, on stolen horses. Dimitri grunted as shots whizzed by his head.


"DAMMIT CHRIS YOU SAID THESE HORSES WERE UNGUARDED!" He shouted as they rode, the one he spoke to mearly made an angry grunt. The trio were horse rustlers, but in all their time rarely did they end up with so much heat on their tails. They rounded a bend in a valley where they saw the mountains created a bottleneck pass. Dimitri nodded to another, who pulled three sticks of dynamite. The man lit and threw the bundle at the base, and they rode past, with the explosion behind them causing the pass to collapse. The trio rode off into the night, where they eventually made camp.

"Fucking Hell that was close, Chris you owe me a box of ammunition for that fuckin' stunt." Dimitri said, inspecting his dual pistols. The man once again grunted a "Sorry" and tossed him two boxes. Dimitri nodded and placed them into his pouch. The tri, which comprised of Dimitri, Chris, and a native self-named Horse Runs, sat and rested for the evening. Idle talk was made, and mentions of how the bounty hunters would continue, as the stolen horses were those of a plantation owner. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that they would return, rich folk pour money into a problem, even sometimes more than the problem was worth.


The next day, they snuffed out the fire and rode off towards Rhodes. Dimitri disliked the climate, in contrast to his prefered are in Valentine, but there were a few horse fences that bought and sold there, so what could the harm beto head down for a quick pay day. On the way they heard the thundering of the law's hooves once more, and picked up speed. Dimitri pulled his pistols, and yelled to the others. "GO! We got to rid----"


The sentence as called off as he suddenly found himself in another area....with the momentum of beign full gallop, but without the horse. The cowboy flew forward 5 feet before gravity pulled him onto the ground. He growned, face first in the dirt. He slowly picked himself up, dusting off his chaps, vest, and then face. He looked around, pistols in hand. "What in the hell?" He asked. He held his dual pistols at the ready, highly engraved and embossed volcanic pistols. He wandered into the expanse, trying to find someone, walking towards an area with trees in the distance.

Tony Stark looked around in horror as he saw his former teammates become disintegrated.

"Damnit Thanos!" He shouts, "You'll get what's coming to you!" He begins to charge up his pulse ram, but when he fires, a gateway opens up behind him and he is sucked in.

Over an unknown world, a bright flash emits in the atmosphere and Tony Stark begins to fall,

"What the hell!" he shouts as he seals his suit and powers up his thrusters. He hits the ground and rolls for several feet before coming to a stop beside a large boulder. He looks around in astonishment, "

Jarvis, where am I?" Jarvis responds in a smooth monotone "You are on a barren planet about 30,678 lightyears from the sun,"

"Well how did I get here?" Stark asks in bewilderment, "Your guess is as good as mine, sir," Jarvis responds. Stark activates his thrusters and zooms up to a good height to take a look at his surroundings. In the distance, he sees Borvis Tor (@Gerrick) and flies over to him. "Hello there good sir," he says, not seeming put off in the slightest by his pressure suit. "You seem to be in a similar predicament as I am, what's your story?"

Finn felt like he had been walking in circles for days, but it had only been a few hours. Every time he thought he got somewhere, he’d hear a sound from the opposite direction and start out again. By now he was back in the plains, if they could be called such.

The grass seeds kept sticking to his robes in a most irritating manner, and he was sure a bird could comfortably nest in his hair without much effort on its part. On top of everything else, his neck hurt from swiveling around so often.

Just about halfway across the somewhat open space, he found himself staring at some form of Nord, carrying some form of metal that felt ominous. Instinctively he backed up a few paces before holding one hand up to create a ward. The air around him shimmered faintly as he felt the spell come into existence, draining his mana pool slowly but surely.

He stared at the unfamiliar dress of the man, gawking for several seconds before remembering himself. Nords were above Orcs. He should be cautious, but see if he could find out anything about his predicament.

“Good day, fine sir. I do hope I am not interrupting your travels, but I do hope you would be kind enough to share with me our present location? I seem to be without a map and unable to find the nearest settlement.”


Mayhem jumped from tree to tree with ease, trying to pick out any life on this planet. All she heard so far was the darned birds. Then, someone shouting in the distance. It did cross her mind that they might have been left here in the same manner, but of course this was a silly idea. No one would be dumb enough to leave a man within reach of an enraged diabolic. Unless this was part of a fighting pit. She had heard of those. She shook the notion from her head. She had to stay focused.

The leaves rustled around her as she moved towards the sound, branches snapping carelessly as she moved around in the planety surroundings. How she wished for the silence of outer space, the ease of moving around in metal walkways. Or even the settlement, where the smushed together prefab houses had made movement between them near undetectable. Out here she was so… exposed. Out of her element. It almost made her… uncomfortable.

In the distance she spied some form of mutant, though why anyone would commission what appeared to be a giant vole, she had no idea, and a very flamboyantly dressed man in red metal. She guessed it was the mutant’s owner. He would be perfect for extracting information out of. And then she could kill him and free the mutant. Her mistress never approved of owning mutants for sport, so she didn’t either. She would do this mutant a favour.

The last few feet to the tree the duo was underneath was too far for her to jump. She dropped to the ground with a soft thud, trying to use the tall grass as cover. It only go in her eyes and made her skin itch, so she aborted that idea and made a headlong charge.

She angled her body to have her shoulder ram into the metal suited man, knowing there was no way he should be able to dodge. Whoever thought it was a good idea to wear metal in full gravity was insane. She could already imagine her victory, and the thought made her grin ferally. Only seconds too late did she realize the vole was not a mutant, but a suit. And that it was carrying a gun. Her smile faltered, but she wasn’t supposed to know fear. She doubled down on her plan. She could take them both.

Mayhem jumped from tree to tree with ease, trying to pick out any life on this planet. All she heard so far was the darned birds. Then, someone shouting in the distance. It did cross her mind that they might have been left here in the same manner, but of course this was a silly idea. No one would be dumb enough to leave a man within reach of an enraged diabolic. Unless this was part of a fighting pit. She had heard of those. She shook the notion from her head. She had to stay focused.

The leaves rustled around her as she moved towards the sound, branches snapping carelessly as she moved around in the planety surroundings. How she wished for the silence of outer space, the ease of moving around in metal walkways. Or even the settlement, where the smushed together prefab houses had made movement between them near undetectable. Out here she was so… exposed. Out of her element. It almost made her… uncomfortable.

In the distance she spied some form of mutant, though why anyone would commission what appeared to be a giant vole, she had no idea, and a very flamboyantly dressed man in red metal. She guessed it was the mutant’s owner. He would be perfect for extracting information out of. And then she could kill him and free the mutant. Her mistress never approved of owning mutants for sport, so she didn’t either. She would do this mutant a favour.

The last few feet to the tree the duo was underneath was too far for her to jump. She dropped to the ground with a soft thud, trying to use the tall grass as cover. It only go in her eyes and made her skin itch, so she aborted that idea and made a headlong charge.

She angled her body to have her shoulder ram into the metal suited man, knowing there was no way he should be able to dodge. Whoever thought it was a good idea to wear metal in full gravity was insane. She could already imagine her victory, and the thought made her grin ferally. Only seconds too late did she realize the vole was not a mutant, but a suit. And that it was carrying a gun. Her smile faltered, but she wasn’t supposed to know fear. She doubled down on her plan. She could take them both.

"Woah there!" Tony Stark said as he saw Mayhem rush headlong towards him. He activated his repulsers and flew high in the air as he blasted the ground in front of Mayhem and sending her flying. He landed once more and kept his repulsor cannons aimed at the Diabolical. "Who are you?" he glances over at Borvis Tor, "Are you with him?" he asks. "Jarvis, who his she?" Jarvis responded "Her physical makeup does not match any related species on Earth. Given my narrow capabilities, I do not have access to any extra planetary species," Stark grimaced in his suit, "Thanks Jarvis," he said, "Guess I'll have to figure this out myself."

Bovis had hidden by the tree as the commotion began to happen. He looked around for anywhere to run, but with just more trees around, the two others would surely catch him easily. After the blast, he pivoted around the tree and aimed his Carnifex up at the man in the red armor.

"Stop, humans!" he yelled out. He alternated pointing his pistol at the two, not sure which was the bigger danger.

"Who are you and what do you want and where are we?" he shouted frantically, unable to contain his racing thoughts and heartbeat. The fact that he was so overwrought when he is usually able to keep his composure worried him further.

Mayhem flipped as her feet came off the ground, landing back on her feet and skidding a few meters before charging straight back to the fight. She heard the vole-suit's plea, but she laughed it off. If he thought that she was going to stop when both of them clearly had weapons, he was insane.

She swung to the right at last minute, running up the tree to become airborne, allowing her to grab onto the helmet of the metal man from the side, the momentum staggering the suit, near toppling it. It still didn't make sense to her. They must be rolling in money and favor if they could afford to bend gravity planet side.

And then the vole suit started talking, asking the very same questions she had. Releasing one hand from the suit and grabbing the side of the tree with it, anchoring everyone in place (She hoped) she looked down at the vole suit.

"I was wondering the same thing. Now put down the gun before I come down there and knock it out of your hands." Thinking she should offer something, now realizing she was looking at a potential ally, she added "My name is Mayhem. Yours?"

Bovis hesitantly lowered his pistol. The fact that both of the others had tried to talk to him instead of attacking meant that neither seemed to be threatened by him, so there was no need for the gun for now. Better to be viewed as weak than a threat until circumstances improve. And they could possibly offer him protection against the other dangers surely to be around -- perhaps even from each other.

"I am Bovis Tor. Why are you two fighting, Earth-clan? Do you know each other?"

As another day passed into night, Amriel prepared to watch the beautiful Hawaiian sunset as he had every day for sixty five years. He put his favorite vinyl record on the player, and sat down in his old leather chair, by now beat to hell from decades of use. He looked out through his big ocean view windows at the warm colours of the sky as the lone female voice from the record serenaded him with a love ballad. A big hollow smile formed on his face. His favorite view mixed with his favorite song was the closest he could get to experiencing his lost love’s beauty again outside of his heart and mind. He rolled a cigarette and lit it with his old zippo lighter, closing his eyes as he took a long, slow, drag. In the depths of his mind he pictured her face and felt scorching hot tears roll down his cheeks. She smiled in the way she used to when cheering him up, and placed her hands on his face. More tears welled up and overflowed from his closed eyes.

“Don’t cry my love, she whispered in his ear. I am still here with you here,” she pressed on his chest feeling his heartbeat.

Amriel exhaled and opened his eyes, the image of his love dissipating with the cloud of smoke blown out of his mouth and nose. As much as he longed to be with her again, it was still too painful for him to picture her for long. He tried to wipe away his tears but more flowed to replace them. He let out a sad huff at his failed attempt to quell his crying, before taking another drag of his cigarette. But as he came back into focus to look out at the sun set, he found something was very wrong. His music had stopped, and he was no longer in his house in Hawaii. He and his old leather chair were plopped in the middle of a field filled with tall grass.

“Where am I?” he muttered aloud. Then suddenly, a deep pit formed in the deepest parts of his gut. He reached into his jacket and pulled his pistol from his shoulder holster and got up from his chair slowly. There were few beings he knew of that could do this to him, and only one of them saw him in an even vaguely favorable light. His tears had stopped coming now, and his brow was furrowed as he panned his gaze around for any threats. Finding none for the moment, he lowered the pistol and took one last drag from his cigarette before snuffing it out on his hand, and throwing the butt away. He turned back to his chair and was startled to see it was gone, but his attention was soon drawn by a distant humanoid figure hovering in the sky over a treeline.

“That seems interesting… Suppose I’ll go take a look.” He took a deep breath and holstered his gun. He knelt down and whispered a spell in his native language. As he spoke each word the transformation process began, and by the last syllable uttered he was stretching his wings and talons. He hadn’t used his animal form in a very long time, his muscles were stiff and achy. No better way to stretch than a quick flight, he thought flapping his wings.

After a few false starts, Amriel managed to get the lift he needed, and the Fallen Angel in the form of a little black hawk soared into the sky towards the commotion unfolding. At first he took up a circling pattern, before settling down on a low branch above the cowering, suit wearing creature. From here Amriel had a good spot to listen in on conversation.

Mayhem looked at the vole suited thing with pure confusion in her eyes.

"Earth-Clan? Are you... Implying we're from... Earth? Humans haven't been able to live there, haven't lived there, for the last thousand years or so."

Diabolics were not exactly known for their brains, and her mind churned with possibilities, but only able to actually produce one or two highly unlikely and practically stupid possibilities. All she could think of was that the vole man was somehow a part of the living cosmos where age and time didn't apply, and so had been out of the loop. Even that didn't make sense, but she wanted to believe something made sense on this strange planet.

She did not miss the bird, the first one she had seen since arrival, having only heard the others, perching in the tree. It looked big enough to have some meat on its body. At least there were food options. But food would have to wait until whatever was going on was resolved. She didn't fear the weak vole creature, but he was a good source of information. She hoped. So her focus switched to the red man entirely. Just before doing something rash again, she looked right into the glowing eyes of the suit.

"Are you from Earth?" Then, in a rushed voice, her mind trying to catch up to her mouth, "Is this Earth?"

Robots. Robots had taken over Earth. She had heard of this, but didn't think she would meet one. She never thought she would meet an earthling. It would explain so much about the red man. The red robot with technology superior to what she knew. Robots. That was the story she was going with.

Tony Stark slowly got up and shook his head, deactivating his helmet, showing a human head. "Yeah, we're from Earth. Well, at least I am. Where are you from Mayhem? Oh, by the way, the name's Stark, Tony Stark. Nice to meet you both."

He looked around again, "This isn't Earth as far as I know. Borvis, do you have any idea where we are?" He looked cautiously at Mayhem, given their previous fight, he had no idea what she'd do. "Mayhem, what . . . are you?" He gave her a once-over before turning to the horizon, "This is a dream, this has got to be a dream."

Wow there's a human in that thing, Amriel noted. The other two must be some sort of aliens I suppose. The woman looks somewhat human, but there's something off about her. If it weren't for the earth comment she made, I'd assume she was some devil's experiment gone wrong. Aliens must be the answer. What an odd assortment of characters, they all must have been brought here the same way I was. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to get more involved in the conversation? Amriel sat for a while thinking about what to do, but in the end he only decided to hop to an even lower branch putting him just a few feet above the suited alien. He stretched out his wings again before settling down on the most secure spot on his new branch and snuggling down into a comfortable position.

Dima was just wandering around pistols raised. Upon looking at the vegetation, he realized these weren't all familiar. He didn't know what type of hell he was in, maybe a shot hit him in the head? Was he killed? If so, where were the angels those Christians preached about, or the demons if he was in hell. Dima didn't know. While he walked though he heard the commotion in the distance. Sprinting towards it he stumbled through the vegetation, spurs clinking, before reaching the others. They were talking, but all of them looked weird as hell. He held his pistols up to them. He shouted out.

"What in Sam Hill are y'all, and where in the world are we!?" He asked aggressively, aiming his dual volcanic pistols at the group assembled, looking quite distressed.

Bovis turned towards the newcomer. "Another human?" he asked in annoyance.

"OK!" he yelled out, losing patience and beginning to pace in circles. "None of us know where we are or why we are here. This one," he said pointing at Mayhem, "says Earth has been uninhabited for a thousand years, but this one," he said pointing at Stark, "says he lives on Earth. Obviously you are mistaken, Mayhem."

He then looked up at the bird perched on the tree and pointed. "That is a pest that only appears with humans; they had infested the Citadel with them the last time I was there," he said shaking his head. "So this must be some human colony planet. Unfortunately my omni-tool is unable to identify it... which means it must be top-secret." He paused for a moment, pondering.

"Bah! I do not know!" he shouted out in frustration then plopped onto the ground, leaning against the tree.

And of course, I am stranded with humans of all species, he thought to himself.