Blaradon Meeting

[The Great MM]

Thresher had yet to arrive, but the base was nearing completion. Half of the tower was done and the jungle guarding the base was growing faster and faster. Saberon sat alone in one of the meeting halls. Alien-looking plants were settled in metallic pots as green and normal lights turned on, showing the long table and chairs.

Suddenly the doors opened. A Klenthurian worker stepped inside. "Do you want to send the invites, sir?"

"No." The ruler answered, "Send out the word to the Bartosians, The Beyonders, The Deities, and The Mechanites. No holograms, no messengers. Their leaders here if they want to take part in the utter destruction of mankind and ALL of our enemies."

The other creature smiled and left. Saberon leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. He hissed and propped his feet up. "And so it begins."

[tyrantisterror]

"Incominc transmission from the Klenthurians, sir!" one of the grays told Commander Gat.

"Oh, huzzah," Gat said with palpable sarcasm, "Just what I've been waiting for."

"They say they want a meeting with all members of the alliance," the gray continued. "Including the new ones we haven't allied with yet. You know, the robots."

"Oh, joy of joys," Gat continued. "I've heard the machines make the Klenthurians look downright hospitable by comparison."

"There's more," the gray said. "They want the leaders of each group present. No holograms, no messengers. I think they mean your higher ups there, sir."

"Well, then they'll be disappointed," Gat said. "My higher ups will not set foot in this universe. As far as our race is concerned, I am the leader of the Beyonders in this universe."

"What if they don't accept that, my liege?" the gray asked.

"Then we deny them our help and wait for them to wipe themselves out - which they will - and capture any remaining kaiju when the smoke clears," Gat said. "Get me to their home base, and keep our ships cloaked."

"Commander Gat, sir," the gray said with worry in his bulbous eyes, "What if they get... violent with you? The Klenthurians are not known for their civility. They may try to make an example of you."

Gat's bulbous cyclopean eye seemed to glaze over as he stared off into the face. "Teleport Dhor Hra Zor into the base if it looks like it will get ugly," Gat finally said. "If they wish to make war on us, we shall make them regret it."

"And if they block our teleportation technology?" the gray replied.

Gat chuckled, "They can't. We've analyzed their race through and through - and the others, for that matter. They don't have sufficient technology to compete with ours. And if sending a raving, lunatic monster into their base is the only way to show them that, so be it."

[HyperGFreak]

Minutes after Insidious’s departure and Zajen’s subsequent planning for a second Lawless Zone test, technicians at the various desks of the bridge and the pilots of the AOMD down on Earth became aware of yet another transmission from the Klenthurian forces. Both Zajen and Orlov glanced up, the latter emotionlessly listening and the former raising an eyebrow and smirking as the reptiles invited – or, more accurately, demanded – the physical presence of all the Grand Alliance’s leaders.

“…‘the utter destruction of all our enemies,’” Zajen mused. “Even with insufficient knowledge on the other races, it’s not hard to imagine that just about everyone here to conquer is going to apply that to each other.”

“It is not going to be ending flawlessly,” Orlov agreed, punching the few buttons of Deity technology that he had already adapted to using. The viewscreen shifted back to a bird’s-eye view of Washington DC and the rapidly growing Klenthurian base. “Why is a holographic communication not being allowed? It is being pointless waste of effort and time. And dangerous. What if Earth defense organizations are finding out and launching long-range attack? Technology is being invented for a reason.”

“Four…no, five now…races’ leaders there will ensure adequate surveillance and safeguards,” Zajen said dismissively with a wave of his hand. “I myself am perfectly adapted to seeing accurate three-dimensional projection models, but most other living things don’t accept substitutes for the ‘real deal,’ as they say.” Here he gestured to another technician, who swapped the wall-length view to that of the Klenthurian base from the side, a direct feed from a hovering AOMD. “There. I got something better for you.”

“What the hell?” Orlov cocked his head. “I am not seeing jungle right damn there before. Your kaiju’s shit be making very good fertilizer?”

Zajen snorted. “Orlov, did you just make a funny?”

The blank stare and prolonged silence clearly indicated that he hadn’t. The silky voice from behind them broke it as Syphriss stepped up directly between the pair sitting in their chairs, one hand one the back of each seat. “I have never particularly enjoyed biology, but I do quite enjoy those plants. The Klenthurian are clearly intentionally cultivating them at a particularly accelerated rate surrounding their base, their ‘Lizard’s Nest,’ if I recall…almost certainly they are a defense mechanism. Now, if a plant was capable of growing off of our beautiful Dove’s humors…well then…I’d like to see how it would turn out.”

Neither of the others actually jumped, though Orlov did give Syphriss a semi-surprised glance out of the corner of his eye. “Can you teleport or something?”

“Hypothetically we could, there’s just always the chance of it ending rather…messily, without computer coordination,” Zajen replied as he as well turned to the elder Deity. “Since the Klenthurian are no longer preoccupied, I assume you’re free as well?”

“Indeed. ‘The Cannon of Darkness’ no longer is aware of anything but his namesake.” The other gave a dry chuckle, before his slitted eyes flew to the projection. “Well, well…quite a makeshift manner of surgical enhancement…”

The other two spun to face the screen and subsequently exchanged looks once more as Thresher’s scream of pain, censored and filtered to lower levels, ripped through the speakers around the room. The image from the AOMD wobbled and juddered for a brief second as the Deities in their ship, and no doubt the surprised pilots and ground team below, watched Rosie maim Thresher and tidal waves of gore spill out to the floor beneath. “Impressive healing factor on those nanobots,” Zajen observed. “Are we using them for anything?”

“Not quite yet. Everyone is still preoccupied with what we’ve seen of Tormata.”

“I’ve been busy,” Zajen replied, answer enough to the unspoken suggestion of something of interest. “I can watch the footage on the trip down.”

As the Deities strode out of the room, Orlov in tow, they moved at a brisk, snappish pace, covering the distance at a seemingly effortless powerwalk. “I assure you, you’ll love it. Think of it as an…early birthday present, as they say.”

“I don’t even remember what my birthday was on the CE calendar. Do you think the reptiles want the present we promised?”

“Not at a business meeting, no…” Syphriss’s leering grin reappeared. “The capital of their strongest nation was merely the first blow. Now that we’ve assembled, the war begins in earnest…provided, of course, that we can unite and organize our forces.”

“What are you thinking of other forces?” Orlov cut in. “We are hearing of Bartosians already. At meeting Saberon is being speaking of squids, seeming to be ‘Beyonders’ more than ‘Mechanites.’ What about force with no sign of organic life.”

“Well, in my experience…” Syphriss didn’t pause, but he did turn to Orlov, casually waving up his hand and holding up one finger at a time. “The force could be very cautious, or have a ridiculously large amount of resources to send in drones rather than lives. Not that that isn’t within our capabilities, but with cloning, it’s rather pointless. If not, then the machines no longer have controllers…most likely because the controllers were killed.” When Orlov didn’t respond, he added, “In an exceedingly excruciating and mechanized manner.”

“I’m really looking forwards to seeing these other races interactions and appearances,” Zajen muttered. “Just how they divide up the spoils of the planet will be a very large source of conflict…for the most part, all we care is that the ‘utter destruction’ of humanity and their kaiju is a great exaggeration.”

“Need an escort?” This from Orlov.

“We’ll take some of the ground crew, they’ve got groups to spare and they’re already down there anyway.”

“Some of them are having more experience in science than actual negotiation,” the Russian replied darkly.

“Superb, it’ll make things much more amusing,” Syphriss laughed. “Hell…functionally, they can take mental notes on the other races and compare them to the databases for us, having as few responsibilities as they do.”

They arrived at the room where they had met with the Klenthurian, the door to the landing bay already opening and mechanized arms and machines within preparing their vessel for launch. “Is my sister coming?” Zajen folded his arms and leant against the hangar wall as they waited.

“Busy,” replied Syphriss. “Everyone from Byers to her having fun with what they saw of Tormata.”

“Well then…Orlov!” A finger snap and a gesture. “Insidious and Renneth on the Lawless Zone. Test their capabilities once more. Make it happen.”

The Russian gave the slightest of nods and spun on his heel. As he disappeared into the distance, Syphriss stated mildly, “Now that might have been a better choice. Whatever humans are left alive down in that necropolis might not take kindly to another of their race aiding the extraterrestrials.”

“Poor Dr. Ackert. Wonder what type of treatment he’s been getting?”

“Your sister and I are of the mind that it won’t take much more for Renneth to get acclimatized to this planet. He’s been through a lot…he’s been cloned so many times that his adaptive rate is simply exquisite. His powers should be at near-full capacity sometime soon.”

“Excellent…” As the two stepped into the AOMD, Zajen slipped expertly into the pilot’s seat. “Well, then…here’s hoping that this alliance doesn’t fall to pieces in our lap.”

“Hope is completely subjective,” Syphriss snorted. “What you hope is never guaranteed to happen. Of course, even in a probability model, it’s likely that differences will be discarded, at least momentarily…all because of, as I said before, this war. You and Byers have been spending far too much time together. The next time we converse, you’ll tell me ‘Second time’s the charm.’”

“It’s ‘third.’”

“I’ll count our monster’s alliance with the walrus, then,” Syphriss replied with grim humor, marking the start of the Deities’ second foray into diplomatic channels.

[tyrantisterror]

Gat's personal shuttle swiftly entered the Klenthurian base's main hanger with the cloaking device still on. The Beyonder got a good chuckle at the surprise looks on the faces on some of the workers when he turned it off - in their eyes the ship had just appeared out of thin air.

"They are primitive lizards, aren't they sir?" said the Gray alien that, so far, had been sitting at Gat's right tentacle throughout their stay in this universe.

"Now now, Lieutenant," Gat said. "Speciesism doesn't suit us - it suits the Klenthurians. All lifeforms have their advantages." He looked at the gray. "You should know that if I am to promote you to admiral."

The gray's bulbous, black eyes seemed to sparkle at this news. "Sir, did you mean that, or were you being flippant?"

"We shall see," Gat replied with a smirk. "What forces are we bringing with us?"

"Ten wranglers, as their lizard-like appearance, violent nature, and muscular builds should garner some respect from out hosts - and if a scuffle emerges, they'll be able to provide a distraction while we get back to the ship. Five other grays, like myself, to put the more humanoid members at ease. Two others of your caste, to keep them from thinking we refuse to show them out true faces. And that's it."

"What about the Mechanites?" Gat asked. "I don't suppose we have anything they might respect?"

"No sir, Commander Gat. The elders back at our home universe continue to forbid the creation of artificial intelligence - even in matters of interuniversal diplomacy," the Gray replied.

"Damn. That will make them a hard sell, then," Gat said, then shivered. "Of course, the Mechanites prove exactly why we shouldn't create our own A.I. Horrible xenocidal abominations."

"Now now," the Gray said. "Machinism doesn't suit us."

Gat gave the Gray a half amused, half annoyed glance. "Well, let's get this over with, shall we. I'd like to make my time spent with arrogant, bloodthirsty, xenophobic reptiles and robots as short as possible."

"On the plus side, sir, the Deities will be there," the Gray said as the pair exited the ship, meeting with the rest of their entourage outside the flying saucer. "They're relatively agreeable."

"Yes, well, thank the heavens for small favors," Gat said.

[The Great MM]

Saberon snickered as the ship landed. Down below, Garan and a group of workers quickly flocked around the craft, all trying the best they can to welcome to the arrival in a fashion that wouldn’t send them hauling ass.

[tyrantisterror]

Gat recognized Garan amongst the welcome party and tried to hide his frustration. This was the lizard that had given him a first hand reason to have such a low opinion of the Klenthurian's people skills - not that it was necessary, as their pride, arrogance, and hostility was second only to the machines in the Grand Alliance.

"Commander Gat. How wonderful it is to see you again," Garan said with a false enthusiasm so poorly produced that it sounded more like sarcasm.

"And you as well, Commander Garan," Gat replied with a similar - if better crafted - false enthusiasm. At least they had that much in common.

"It speaks well of your race that you arrived so quickly," Garan said. "The other members of the Alliance have so far been greivously tardy."

"Don't tell me we're the first to arrive?" Gat said with mild surprise.

"No, that would be the deities," Garan answered. "But the other races have been rather... unresponsive."

"That does not bode well for the Alliance," Gat said. "A pity. I was hoping to see some resolution to its cause - both for your race and the others."

"Don't count the rest of the alliance out just yet," Garan said. "They're probably still worrying about this matter with Tormata."

"Ah yes," Gat said. "Another party bevvying for world domination. This bodes poorly for all sides in the war."

"Nothing we Klenthurians cannot handle," Garan said.

Gat smiled. "You know, Garan, I could learn to like you."

"Can't say the same," Garan said in a Freudian slip. As he suddenly realized he had said it out loud, Gat laughed. Garan laughed with him, thinking the Beyonder had taken it as a joke. In actuality, however, Gat fully understood that Garan had meant the comment, and was laughing because the lizard had been truthful for once. Gat despised dishonesty amongst allies - even if the inverse meant revealing their shared contempt for each other.

"I hope we get this meeting underway soon," Gat told the lizard. "The quicker this alliance takes form, the quicker we can all get what we need from this pathetic ball of dirt."

[HyperGFreak]

The Deities had indeed arrived prior to the Beyonders, if only just barely, having had to stop and collect some members of their ground crew to provide an escort. Various factors had prevented them from exiting their AOMD, which had taken up residence in a nearby side hangar. The ADAM Organization, in a rare act of consideration – and, for the most part, efficiency – functioned along the same lines of thought of moving the fill the empty seats in the back of the bus first, leaving more room for others.

As Garan and Gat approached each other outside, the ship flashed, beaming down the ground crew from its base suspended five meters or so above the silvery, futuristic floor. The aliens that appeared in the aftermath of the teleportation were a ragged, if effective bunch, clad in various protective suits and lab coats, recording instruments and sensors slipped smoothly and cleanly back into holders, sheathes, or pockets. Several still examined slides and data on handheld computers that they had recorded from the city even as the ship’s main door materialized in the side, Zajen and Syphriss stepping out, still in their constant, albeit now more serious, banter.

“At this point, I am beginning to see the same need for caution that Areit did,” the former muttered, surprisingly darkly. “These creatures will be much more difficult to keep track of than a single, powerful entity. The footage of how it required so many other monsters just to bring one down…these ‘dark’ creatures are powerful indeed.”

“Which is precisely why this planet is now the pivotal axis of our research,” the other hissed back. “Not only for the mutual knowledge and power acquired through a multiple-way alliance, but to dissolve these mysteries and harness these shadows for science.”

The other Deities looked up at their leaders, surprised by this change of tone from when they had first been recruited. While neither of their superiors particularly acknowledged them, it was understood that the men and women wished for more information. Zajen indirectly supplied it with his response. “Of course. Still, with this rapid proliferation of these darkness creatures, we ARE going to have to take extra precautions. I’d say filtering some resources to erect defenses on our research platform ship and base would be the first course of order in this situation.” Here he gave a meaningful look at the elder reality manipulator.

For a moment, Syphriss’s omnipresent smirk faltered as well. “I have complete faith in our scientists’ handling of this situation. I am not disappointed in our methods of governing and resource sharing. Even in the perfectly efficient society we seek to create, there will always be differences in opinion. The best we can do is cease arguments, calculate the most efficient ways to spread wealth, and accelerate work so that we can filter supplies from one bastion to another. History, and humanity, is not of particular value to us. Neither are these ‘darkness spawn,’ at the moment.”

“As a specialist on this, you of all people ought to have considered…” Zajen, still clad in the slightly-neater clothing used for the Klenthurian meeting, started off to the side, followed by his crew. “The connotations of a creature of darkness are horribly unpleasant. Demons…pure evil…hell…the netherworld, and whatnot…”

“Merely the spawn of the fantastical human stories you have been researching. These creatures have displayed nothing aside from a similar appearance. At this rate, you might as well believe that an earthling suffering from sunburn is the human’s devil; they’re both red in mythology. Until this darkness reveals its true colors…” Syphriss smiled again, raising one eyebrow in a leer. “…why, we could even consider it just another faction vying for power over this planet!”

“One that does not seem inclined to diplomacy, hmm?” Zajen responded. “And history has shown that myths always have a basis in fact.”

At this point, the conversation ceased, as they entered a side door into the large Klenthurian hangar, the animosity in the air plain as Gat and Garan faced off. “I like the cloaking on that ship of theirs,” Zajen chuckled. “Very advanced, just like a whisper. Perhaps we haven’t been devoting enough time to radar detection systems, as our machines caught the faintest sign of their entrance.”

A member of the ground crew, recycling an older, traditional biohazard suit, covered in a white, skintight, helmeted clothing, stepped up beside Threnius, his face hidden behind a dark-tinted visor. “The Beyonders, I presume?”

“Indeed, these must be the ‘squids,’ the Klenthurian referred to,” observing the bluish, yellow-eyed, tentacled Gat with detached interest. “Comparing them to cephalopods seems a bit of a stretch in this case, but nonetheless…”

For the most part, the Deities had all viewed a myriad of races before, and were not particularly thrown by the varied appearance of the Beyonders and their grays, most of the Organization fixing an impassive gaze on them, as they formed into ranks, using a time-honed technique of taking mental notes without appearing to stare. Syphriss raised an appreciative eyebrow as he viewed the reptilian enforcers, glancing around at Garan and the workers. “That’s a new Klenthurian. No Saberon in sight, either.”

Taking the same initiative that fueled both the other races, Zajen swirled his lab coat and briskly strode forwards, forming a triangle between Gat and Garan, the humanoid, lizard, and space squid a triad of equally impressive representations of the Alliance’s forces. “Ah, here come the Deities now,” Garan said, his maw’s upper lip curling into a fanged grin.

“As you say,” Zajen replied with a small smile, rubbing his goatee calmly, unfazed at the close proximity of the other officials. “I apologize for the breach of etiquette here, but we’ve been watching these new, interesting ‘shadow creatures’ cross this planet. We keep particularly close tabs on the Lawless Zone, and there’s just been another portal at the site of the last battle.” His own scientific sentiments in full agreement with Gat’s straight-talking, swift-moving ones, he gave a curt nod and flicker of a grin to the Beyonder. “Zajen Threnius. ADAM Organization commander of this Earth assignment. Haven’t seen your race before.” Due to physical impracticality, he didn’t offer any limb to shake.

“Beyonder Commander Gat. You wouldn’t have seen us. Alternate universe.”

“Impressive, we’ll have to see about exchanging some technology for that sometime after this meeting. We’ve conducted some experiments with sending objects out of this dimension, but we’ve been mostly unsuccessful of getting them back…at least in one piece, anyway.”

To their rear, Syphriss stood beside the Deity in the suit, still with their bodies facing the conversing aliens but their heads flicked sideways, looking out the entrance to the hangar not far away. From their vantage point, they could view the massive jungle, already generated dozens of meters into the sky, plants and thick overgrowth mingling with defensive structures already rising up in a circle thousands of meters in diameter. “Observe…those tracks, that upturned dirt, those thrown-down trees scattered in paths,” the extraterrestrial drawled to his subordinate. “Their snake seems to have been incorporated into their own defenses. It’ll be quite a treat to watch the footage of it in combat when we return.”

“An effective, impressive organic defense mechanism, especially the speed at which it was set up,” the suited other agreed. “The massive puddle of ichor over on the side, no doubt the site of that previous surgery.”

“Yes, yes…” Syphriss rotated his head a hundred and eighty degrees to watch the suited Deity, who turned his gaze back to Zajen, Gat, and Garan. “How long have you been working on the front lines?”

“Only several months, I was directly transferred to be the leader of the ground crew here after we got more directly involved. I was a background researcher prior to this, promoted due to knowledge.”

“The young and the old, mingling their knowledge…” Syphriss mused as he turned back as well. “They say there is no substitute for experience, but then there is little substitute for skill, is there? Heh…”

Back up front, as Garan and Zajen finished exchanging curt, brief expository banter, the latter faced Gat, speaking slowly and pondering his words as a plan came to mind. “So, Commander…as you and I both can see, we are horribly exposed…in this massive tower of the Klenthurian, whether to the assaults of humanity or these shadow beasts. As I am sure you are aware of, the Klenthurian have already launched their forces around the globe, with the intention of…”

“…providing a smokescreen, distracting the attention of viable enemies for the time being,” Garan filled in brusquely.

“It would not be proper manners, let alone particularly safe, to make our hosts shoulder all the burden, would it?” Zajen continued, picking up pace as the course of action solidified in his mind, his wicked grin widening. “What do you say we each donate some of our forces and launch an attack somewhere on the planet as well?”

“I do like that idea,” Gat smiled. “In fact, it would be especially prudent, seeing as we now have more potential enemies to worry about.”

“Hah! Of course. I could get to like you Beyonders very much,” the “relatively agreeable” Deity laughed himself, unknowingly mimicking the squid’s own words from moments before.

((OOC: Sorry if I got Gat a bit off, I'm a bit sleep-deprived. Tell me and I'll edit if need be))

[The Great MM]

(OOC: I'm also waving a "NO INTERUPTIONS" flag to people not invited to the meeting.)

Garan looked over to the side, some of the captured humans had overheard the deity's last remark. He looked into the woman's eyes, only to be called away a few moments later by Zajen.

The deity was looking directly at the reptile. Garan's tongue leaped from his mouth, lashing out at the air before returning. As Gat and Syphriss talked to one another, "You feel for them?" He said, more like a statement more than a question.

The reptile's tongue emerged from his jaws and licked again. "Of course not." He responded coldly.

Syphriss, thankfully, interrupted the two. "Where's Rudolph?" He asked.

"Making a zombie." Garan said, not taking his gaze away from Zajen as if the two would start something soon.

"No, seriously."

A loud moan then came from across the base. All eyes but both Zajen and Garan turned to look at it as Skullizar rose up in the distance, flesh rotting and bones visible. The reptile hissed before quickly turning away, escaping the deity's look.

"If you will follow me, I will escort you to Saberon's meeting hall."

[chaoticepoch924]

1 Hour Prior:

"Today we embark upon a path we once traveled for thousands of years. Our race rose from the ashes of its own wars to become masters of the oceans. Man has not known war as we have. And the aliens have not considered the existence of us. Now is the time for us to join this battle, and on which side will be decided today! Norvekans prepare for war!" Molku addressed the crowd of draconian creatures. "Now I shall go to speak with the aliens, will they except our terms or will they perish?"

A cheer rose from the crowd, wings flapped in the water, feet stamped the sandy bottom. The water was so disturbed that had a boat been within a mile of the speech it would have capsized. Molku then rose through the darkness of the ocean and into the air.

Now:

..."If you will follow me, I will escort you to Saberon's meeting hall."

At that moment Gat, Garan, Zajen, and Syphriss turned around at the sound of something landing lightly behind them. What they saw surprised them, as none of them had ever seen a Norvekan before. Molku was massive to the assembled aliens, even to the giant Commander Gat. Her claws were hidden by her cancellation gloves but her size and fangs still managed to show, making a fearful sight to behold. She brought her wings up against her body as they retracted from their massive 47 foot span. She looked them over and said "Excuse me, I was informed that I could find the leaders of the Grand Alliance here. Was I correct?"

Zajen was the first to step forward "That is correct, I am Zajen Threnius, leader of the Deities. Now my question is: who are you?"

"I'm sorry, my name is Molku, me and my brother are the leaders of the Norvekans. Our home-world... is Earth. I have come to talk to you all about a potential Alliance." Molku apologized. "We are a far older race than man, we dominate the oceans and he lives in blissful ignorance on land. We will join the Alliance but only if our conditions are met: our race must not be slaughtered by any others in the alliance and we must be allowed to continue on in the oceans with our culture and government. However, we will gladly share resources with you if asked of us. In return we will offer our military service, is this agreeable?"

[The Great MM]

Garan hissed and looked at the others. He shrugged. "Come on in." He motioned.

[tyrantisterror]

Gat snickered and lowered himself towards his Gray subordinate, whispering, "I'd dock points for arriving to a party she wasn't invited to, but give just as many for the dramatic entrance."

"Did you see the look on Garan's face?" the gray snickered. Gat laughed back, making sure to keep quiet. The four factions and their respective entourages (or lack there of, in some cases) sat down in Saberon's meeting hall. Gat made sure he was next to the deities - so far his favorite race in the alliance, as they showed a wonderful lack of arrogance and abundance of humor. Eagerly they all waited for the rest of the alliance to show.

[The Great MM]

Saberon looked around the table, nodding at the Deities. He took a gaze at the others he didn't see firsthand, namely the Beyonders and then at the twins which he knew nothing. "Well, I am glad to see our party is expanding!" He said with a chuckle, clapping his clawed hands together.

He leaned back in his chair. "Now, for all of you that don't know me." He said, again eying the squid and the twins, "I am Saberon Tchove.... your host for the evening."

"We're not waiting?" Gat responded.

The reptile turned his head over to face him. "I don't know the meaning of the word patience."

"There's a shocker." He heard of the deities, Bobrazor the younder Deity, smirk.

He grinned and tilted his head, making it pop. "Now, let's be honest here. The chances of any our races liking one another is slim to none, but can we all agree that each and everyone of us has specific plans for this world?" A few yeses were joined with the nodding of heads.

"Good." He followed up, "Now have any of you heard of the fiend that has destroyed entire solar systems single handedly?"

[yaburu]

"No, but I'm guessing it would make for an entertaining story."

All heads turned to view the author of the voice, as Dore-Ay, his wife Yay-Ann, and two elite Bartosian guards.

"Our apologies for being so late to the meeting, we were in the middle of some very important business when we received your invitation." Yay-Ann said.

Dore-Ay pulled a chair out for his wife, who sat gracefully. He then sat beside her, a guard flanking either side of them.

"We've been getting some very odd readings coming from the Earth lately. They're similar to scans taken during the battle with Tormata. I assume these odd readings and this 'destroyer of solar systems' are related?"

[The Great MM]

Saberon cleared his throat and spun around. The lights began to dim, to the discomfort of some what with their lack of trust. A holographic screen appeared on the wall. A beast, or what appeared to be beast, was finishing off a great battle, tearing a humanoid mech in half over its head.

"Blaradon." He announced, "He's destroyed dozens of worlds alone. A monster made by our hands to vanquish and punish this cruel universe."

"We've seen some of its left overs, or lack there of." Zajen declared. "Haven't seen much of it lately."

"That's because it was damaged. Defeated." Saberon said with a sigh, "Turns out they discovered his weakness via an unknown source that I have yet to identify. That's why there's so few of my species in this room." The eyes fell on Saberon, Gatoro, and Garan.

"We don't want to just fix him." He declared, standing up, "I want... need... all your help. To make him better. More... unstoppable."

"More ruthless." Garan butted in, turning his head from the image.

"Exactly!" Saberon answered, pointing up and then clapping his hands.

[tyrantisterror]

Gat smiled. "Genetic modification of a kaiju into a nigh unstoppable weapon?" the Beyonder Commander said in a voice that almost purred. "Saberon, you're finally speaking my race's language. This isn't just our specialty - it's our hobby, our art. I might be tempted to do this just for the fun of it, even if you recinded payment." He smiled wider, showing his lower jaw's fangs. "Though payment would be good too."