UWT X

They'd bustled along, in a rush, down the tunnel. Time was tissue. Well no, time was actually... wibbly wobbly timey wimey... stuff. But semantics.

"What are we to do?"

Came Yasmi's inquiry. A certainly good question, considering what'd transpired and what little they knew.

"Well, first things first. We should obtain everything we can on the Cult. And why they wanted you. You know, the little det-"



Jenny halted abruptly now, her senses going haywire... especially her Time Lord side. A gesture for Yasmi, prompting her pause. Jenny turned in place, frantic. Something felt off. Very off. Naturally Jenny's new companion would be concerned now, taken aback by her new friend's strange reactions to... something. Something indiscernible to her.

"Jenny? What is wrong?"

"Something... something is very wrong. Very, very wrong. I..."

And that's when it happened. Reality divided, rendering the fabric of time and space asunder. Jenny gasped, horrified as she realized what was happening. Reality was... dying? Falling apart? The tunnels seemingly darkened briefly... before it brightened, growing brighter and brighter now. The walls became transparent... the ceiling clearly see-through now.



"What's happened?"

"J-Jenny!"

Shaken free of her disbelief, Jenny spun to Yasmi and was promptly horrified, stepping back now. She was rippling in place, her very being out of sync with reality itself. Jenny reached out for her, as did Yasmi for Jenny... before she vanished.

"Help me! Jenny, Help... me...!"

Her mouth covered by a hand now, as she stared, further horrified, her attention rapt now. Then a cacophonous rumbling surged forth through every fabric, the tunnel's walls shattering as if they were glass, before vanishing as the ceiling was now gone... and in its place, a shattered sky, a city upturned, so to speak.



She stared now, as the city descended, before, once more, another captured her focus. Her eyes transferred, a ring came into being, hovering before her. There was little a Time Lord didn't understand, and the now were one of those moments. Nonetheless, this beget the typical response. She would take it upon herself to understand, to know why. And so she reached out for the ring, grasping in hand as it rolled within her palm. She looked it over, reading its inscription...

"Preservation?"

An uncertain response to an uncertain event.. and now she felt her very existence threatened by the same that did her surroundings. She would lose shape, consciousness if something wasn't done. Her instincts told her this ring, this "Preservation" would be her salvation... and knowing that she had to trust what would come next, she slipped the ring on...

And she realized her form held stable now. Seemingly peacefully... this whilst observing the seeming destruction of the world she stood upon.



A single tear formed within an eye, streaking down now as emotions flooded her... this wasn't supposed to happen. This shouldn't happen. This was just wrong. And now she'd found herself elsewhere. A familiar sight. Of course, she'd just saw it moments past. She was within the city, in the sky now. Choking back her feelings now as she wiped away the lonely tear, she cast a glance over everyone.

Breaking her somber demeanor now was a friendly smile. No use in being sullen. There were still others, alive and well. Others of different worlds. Perhaps now she would decipher for herself what was the cause for the happening, and just why...

A proper introduction now.



That done with for now, she'd taken to listening. Observing... those soldiers that stood nearby, leaped to the defense of the innocents within this city, against those grotesque behemoths, those... Titans? Certainly, she'd lend a hand. People to save, after all.

To Bigby Wolf: "I saw the same. Everything vanished and now here we are." An astute deduction. She shook her head - "Course, I'll help!"

To Felix, however... she shook her head. Granted, she was still young, a few days old at best. Initially, she'd the mindset of a soldier but it was still for the better of others. Nothing like this self indulgent entity. This... was what the universe had to offer now?

"You... have a choice. Everyone always has a choice."

Though she'd gotten the feeling that would go ignored. Or receive an uncouth response...

"Please help."

A final say as she lifted a hand, surveying the scene before her, as she considered the others nearby, Udyr and Satsuki specifically. In the words of her dear dad.

"Allons-y!"

Quill stumbled back to his feet, blinking a few times both to clear the pain and to let his brain adjust to what everyone was saying.

"...Ok. Armor guy, come back here for a second. Because you seem really into the whole deal of taking other people stuff and selling it for a profit and hey" he put his hands up placatingly "I can respect that, thats cool. But I'm not sure you understand whats going on here, and if you do, please tell me, because I'm not sure where everyone else came from, but feng shuei and samurai girl and the law all don't really look like the space traveling types. Which means that you might run into the slightest of problems if you wander off on your own and realize your stuck, eh?" He said with a clap before turning to the rest of the group as he spread his hands in grand fashion.

"NOW. I know you're all probably wondering who I am-"

*Beat*

"...or not, which hey thats fine, whatever, but that will totally change once you realize who I am. Because I... am... Star Lord." he finished with a smooth grin and a lavish bow.

Just as he noticed that everyone was, you know, running away.

"...I MEAN I KNOW ITS AN INTIMIDATING NAME BUT seriously wait up" and he followed, boosters activating on his boots to shoot up to a higher rooftop for the vantage point. And style points.

Those who decided to to head towards the commotion found people running away from the panic, with the occasional military soldier up above launching themselves into the unseen fray. Giant humanoids littered the ground here and there, as well as a few dead men, motionless beside their various gear and weapons. None could be seen alive... Their paths would take them towards the edge of the wall. Here, blood was everywhere. Skirmishes in the clearing kept most soldiers occupied. There were at least 20 giants lumbering and eating people foolish enough to fight. Beyond the clearing, a massive wall with a gaping hole.



"Their necks!" Screamed a young woman, before having her head bitten off by a particularly large specimen of 15 meters. It smiled unnaturally wide and walked toward the newcomers eagerly, hungrily. He was tall enough that he could grab them off the roofs once close enough.



Those who sought high ground would see the approach of a small army of dark figures, too small to be Titans, but numbering in the hundreds. They approached the hole in the outer wall, a lone figure leading the charge. Within the city, fires blazed here and there, a few giants usually nearby each pillar of smoke.

Ocelot had the information he needed, and escaping the high-security location was as simple as saluting the right people and shooting the rest. Once outside Ocelot ditched his officer's uniform in favor of something a high plains drifter would wear. In this part of the world, those type of men were easy to overlook and that's just what Ocelot was hoping for- he knew where he needed to go...though it seemed life intended to throw a curveball even Ocelot couldnt've forseen. 

"Just south of here should be my exit" Ocelot grunts to himself as he twirls his revolvers to pass the time. At least until the sky peeled back to reveal a city in the sky. Ocelot has seen plenty of things in his liftetime...this new one ranked fairly high in terms of surprising him. "Anti-gravity? Magnetic propulsion? Cipher is this what you'vebeen up to?" he questions immediately. He was surprised, but it's not like everything in his life up til now would be thrown out the window...he knew a thing or two about things that seemed to defy reality and he holsters his weapons, just in time to notice a floating ring in front of him. He read 'Preservation' and smirked, a fitting enough term for him. "Very well, I'll play this game" he says before snatching the ring and taking it.

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Ocelot arrived on the floating city, on one of it's roof's calm but in the back. Compared to everyone else, Ocelot's years of being gung-ho were behind him. He eavesdrops on what could pass for Foxhound recruits in front of him. Some flat-out said things rather typical of a mercenary so he knew what he was dealing with. A few arguably didn't even come from his world. 

"...or time period at least" Ocelot thinks to himself, ever the one for an open mind. He glances over to the main military force here and their pleas for help. He noted their...unique equipment with a small smirk. They pounce off and Ocelot takes care to watch their movements until they had disappeared into smoke...Ocelot was a quick study when needed and knowing how to pilot one of those could come in handy. As this happened a few people gave names, though the Ocelot stayed silent, playing the lone gunman who had lost much in his lifetime. Having just seen 'For a Few Dollars More' helped the act. He'd add more to the cover if necessary, but he didn't mind the change in character as he re-aligns his posture to fit. 

"Adam" he says in a grovely American accent, it was an old code name, but it probably had less of a reputation than Ocelot or even Adamska. Though if nobody said anything in response he wouldn't mind and he stayed in the rear, surveying the battlefield. He made his weapon clear however: with his satchel in one hand his other held a colt Single Action Army loaded with 6 mankillers, .45 long colt...though with his own eyes he could see they weren't fighting men right now.

He growls again before looking for those brown-jacketed men and women once more, along with their fangled packs- their tecnology appeared to be made for killing the current opponents, the neck comment wouldn't go to waste either...he was just looking for any equipment not damaged enough to be put to better use than dressing a corpse as he made himself hidden while one of their own shouted quite loudly their intent and location. "amateurs...." he mumbles.