[IC]TotMG:LF The Lost City of Pandtlantis

[StormLord]

You all awaken bleary-eyed and groggy of head, sitting or standing in a brightly lit room.  Wherever you were before, that was then and this is now.  A few nice(if somewhat cheap) chairs surround a large oval conference table and the whole room follows a white/yellow/polished metal color scheme with a couple artificial plants in the corner, a single door emblazoned with an "H" and a large window.  Beyond the window is black starry void, with the occasional distant meteor passing by.

 

A few seconds pass for everyone to catch their barings before a screen suddenly drops down in front of the window and flickers to life.  A man wearing a sharp almost handsome mask appears on the screen fiddling with some kind of device on his shirt before turning back to someone off screen.

"Is this thing even on?  Hello?"

He seems to come to the sudden realization that everyone in the room can in fact hear him loud and clear and turns back to face the camera.

"Goooood morning sleepy heads, you might be wondering where you are and what asshole is talking to you through a monitor, both very good questions I don't really care about.  All you need to know is that I had my lad boys pull you out of whatever life or death situation you were in and put you here, saving your lives and putting you in my debt in the process."

 

"My name is Handsome Jack and now you work for me, do well and I'll make you rich beyond your wildest dreams, fail and I'll personally take a shit down your throat, chop you into little pieces, and feed you to a bunch of Skags.  Do we have an understanding?  What am I saying of course we do, who wouldn't want to work for me?"

 

Jack's face is quickly replaced by several diagrams, one showing a giant "H" shaped space-station, and another that focuses in on a group of small asteroids held together with a sort of gothic like architecture of copper and stone. 

"Now your first task is going to be a bit of cleanup duty, ya'see this asshole scientist guy set up a whole bunch of secret labs on the space-station and surrounding asteroids.  My loaders have already taken care of most of them, but there's one that's guarded by these weird goopy black things, that's why I'm sending you."

 

Jacks face flickers back over the diagrams about halfway through his description.  He turns back to someone off-camera with a questioning glare before he returns to respond.

 

"One of the lab boys just reminded me I should mention you're all from different worlds and that you shouldn't panic or kill eachother on sight.  Whatever, the loaders will be there shortly to escort you to a ship."

 

The screen dies down and quickly retracts back up into the ceiling.

[DragonRage]

"Gods damn it I was three seconds away!"  Zoe Walker screeches to nobody in particular, "I'm sure it wouldn't have exploded this time!  65% of 23% of a...  What did you just call me?  I'll bite your legs off and grind them into nutripaste!  Maybe.  Slag, it did explode, didn't it.  That's why I'm here.  I was so sure I'd gotten through the DMCA this time.  Ah, well.  If I'm still alive that just means I get to try again~"

[Chevaleresse]

"Oh great, one of those. Fucking hell, have I not dealt with enough assholes today?" The teenager with the long, white hair, decked out in a hoodie and various armaments of varying sizes (including a back-slung something that looked entirely too large for her frame) was distinctly unhappy-looking, speaking with the irritated and weary tone of someone who has been in this exact situation and been less than fond. Truthfully, though, her heart rate was through the roof. One moment she was staring down a fungal mantis, her nanites giving the disturbing readout of just how dead her infection had her, and the next. . . she was here. No flickering nanite display, her arms seemed to work, they were even polite enough to grab her railgun for her. Not melted, so that's nice, I guess. But where the hell's the Reunion? And Sadish. . .

 

She shook her head. They would be fine without her, or they were beyond worrying. Best to move forward for now. "I'm not sure he wouldn't give you indigestion if you turned him into soylent." 

[Hal Henderics]

Akihiro slowly stumbles to his feet, a stroke of fortune.  He, quite frankly, should be dead.  So many ANBU, so many Ninja, all bursting into his secret library at once.

 

Different worlds?  Then... no Hyuga.  Or at least, none that know where he is.  Who could track him across WORLDS, when Missing-nin often enough escape to places within his own unmolested?

 

He looks around at the others, his unsettling white eyes unmoving in their sockets.  He can't help but wonder whether it would be more disturbing to his new allies if he intentionally turned his head to look at them, or intentionally avoided doing so.

 

"I... see."

 

He feels so naked without his scrolls.  He never even mastered the academy taijutsu, much less memorized the various scrolls he stole copies of.

 

Without even a kunai to his name, he'll have to rely on the most basic of jutsu.  Hopefully his... coworkers... won't leave him for dead.

 

He should probably say something to... help ensure that.  They will appreciate a straightforward approach..?

 

"I am not a skilled fighter.  My talents lie elsewhere.  Do not leave me for dead."  he says, sweeping his head across the room to express his statement to the room, before nodding.

There.  That's straightforward.

[Powder Miner]

A figure in blue and yellow, blocky metallic plates of armor, especially thick around the torso but with some plates over a pair of khaki pants, sat up. The blue helmet and large sunglasses on his head obscured most of his head, and skin wasn't really visible otherwise, but the bit of his face that could be seen showed him to be white. His mouth moved for a moment, and he sat up, shifting the array of weapons (light machine gun, pistol, rocket launcher, knife) strapped to his body, and he yawned loudly. The built man smacked his lips. "Oh man, I just slept, didn't I? Fuckin' awesome, dude, I haven't slept for like a week." He dragged himself into a standing position and stretched, yawning again, only to hear Handsome Jack's spiel.

 

The man's head tilted as this Handsome Jack guy went on and on, and a little bit of a confused sound escaped his lips. Saving his life, from a life or death situation? Chopping him up into little pieces? "Man. This guy makes everything sound like such a big deal, huh?" The man in the blue and yellow armor let out one final yawn, a long and loud one that saw him waving his hand in front of his face. "Whew. Well, uh... I don't really give a shit about the whole secret science labs, since I don't think I'm on Auraxis and they're probably not Vanu. And I don't really have any idea where I am. Aaand I probably am already just rolling in bonus checks. Buuuut..." His hand moved to his chin, as he pondered for a moment. "His name is Jack, and my name is Jack, and that's pretty funny... so I think I might as well go along with whatever he has us here for. Not like I have anything better to do, ha-ha."

[DragonRage]

"Don't worry!  Stick with me, kid!  I'll be the Raphael to your Donatello.  Except not really, because you're prettier than a turtle, and I'm way prettier than a turtle," Zoe offers the young ninja with what she presumably thinks is a reassuring tone.  It's not.  "I'm worth a hundred soldiers in a fight, so even if nobody else here's any good we can't lose!  I'd be helpful if other people here were good though.  Then I could take another crack at that Versitech DMCA...  Your sweet secrets will belong to me!  So swears ZOE WALKER, MERCENARY GODDESS-QUEEN OF AWESOMENESS!"

[Endlessblaze]

The sparkly clothed person with the strange floating disc, and....Ribbons made of space? Yawned and stretched. Purple, blue, silver and a few other colors of dust started to form a vague mist around her as she slid out of her chair and into the air. 

"Hmmmmm...Must have dozed off there. Is it time to start yet?"
Without waiting for any sort of response, she does a loop around the room, examining its occupants.
Eventualy stopping by the window and tapping her chin, whatever she was thinking she didn't say merely proceeding to introduce herself.
"Well, let's get right to introductions. I am Stella, The goddess of the stars. Ill be keeping an eye on you all for now. So don't worry about falling into the cold depths of space or anything." 
 

[Yours Truly]

Meanwhile in a small corner of the room, a small pile of blankets shifts slightly on the floor as everyone else started to screech, introduce themselves, their qualifications, and generally do much more useful activities. After a couple more moments passes, a slight and barely audible yawn is heard from inside of it, as the pile gradually resolves itself into a small blanket covered humanoid shape as whoever is inside of it sits up, before a slight bit of shaking caused a young pale skinned woman's face to reveal itself after a small piece of the pile fell away.

The woman pile lets out another yawn as she lazily blinks and stares at the rest of the group, before she mumbles something about, "Oh hey I see she got the facial resolution assembly AI to work after all, the script is still pretty random tho_oooo," and unceremoniously flops back down on the ground to fall asleep, with a contented smile on her face.

[Hal Henderics]

Akihiro's metaphorical, entirely-human-in-reality-but-not-in-this-metaphor ears perk up at something she said, which prompts him to look directly at her.  That helps develop came-, camy-, camaraderie among teammates, he remembers...  What the hell is a Zoe, though, and how does one become a walker of it?

"Secrets?"

 

"They... called... me Thief-walker.  But my name is Akihiro.  What is a Zoe?"

 

Someone as strong as a hundred soldiers will make an admirable ally to keep himself near.  He nods in a perfectly reasonable way at that thought.

 

And if she's comparing this pairing of them to what is probably some sort of myth, it must be a bond stronger than mere... coworkerhood.

 

He will need to research this "turtle-myth" to ensure she's not using the story to hide some sort of veiled threat in her words.

 

"Your assistance is appriciated, Mercenary God-Queen."  He's read stranger titles, so he supposes he should be respectful and use it. 

[Chevaleresse]

A partially-suppressed sigh came from the teenager's direction. Well, at least she had enough quirk for her to feel at home. Her exasperation turned into a raised eyebrow that seemed apt to disappear into her hairline entirely when Stella spoke. "And I'm the goddess of well-paying contracts, try not to let some asshat who won't speak to you in person squeeze you into a box full of lunatics." Delusions of godhood were new, different worlds or no. She had to assume this Jack meant something a bit more significant than planets, else he wouldn't have mentioned it at all, but she wasn't about to bow and scrape because some chick could make sparkles shoot out her ass or something. 

 

She glanced in the direction of the. . . ten year old? Seriously? "I don't think anyone expects you to do a whole lot in combat, bud, but it's good to know the caliber of the people we're working for. I'd ask what you were doing here, but something tells me you don't know yourself." 

[Powder Miner]

One comment had made Jack raise an eyebrow behind his sunglasses. "Worth a hundred soldiers? Kinda doubt it. You probably have, like... what, even if you're really really good, ten KDR max. Ten KDR would still be pretty fucking good, but, you know." Jack adjusted his sunglasses in his helmet for a moment. "I guess you could ask if it's really KDR that's important, I've argued about that before but, man, fuck it, it's not like any stat really matters that much anyway. So KDR seems good enough for me. My KDR is hovering around, like... three right now." 

[Hal Henderics]

"I was about to be captured for committing high treason.  According to Handsome Jack, I'm here to work for him instead of being executed."

 

"I was only a little bit away from completing my academy training, given time, I know I can become combat ready..."  He says, somewhat subtly ashamed.

 

"I just need time.  Or a weapon.  I am able to use kunai and shuriken."  He says, blathering a bit in an effort to shore up his wounded pride.

 

He clenches his hands behind his back.  If he just had more TIME, he would have been practically immortal, and amassing jutsu at a frightening pace.  He already had been, if he just hadn't LOST them all, at what had to be the worst possible time, considering his now present circumstances.

 

Well as much as the bitter burning feeling around his cheeks argues otherwise, bellyaching changes nothing, nor does his age.  He'll just have to be useful enough to this "Mercenary God-Queen" to continue benefiting from her protection.

[kj1225]

A visibly drunk man stands in the corner of the room silently. Admittedly, this is would seem quite out of character for someone that was tall by the standards of most in addition to being well muscled and lacking in a shirt. He spends a few moments to inspect a bottle in his coat, sniff it, and then take a drink of what's in it before nodding and smiling, not noticing the one claiming dominion over the stars inspecting him. Finally he opens his mouth as he speaks loudly. "Well, it would seem that this isn't the result of bad grog! You all seems like a crew of odd sods, but I'm used to that. The name's Captain Jack Attwater, but my crew calls me Frost! You lot can call me whatever you want as long as you address me by my title!"

He pauses before pointing across the room at the bundle of blankets. "Should someone give 'er a kick in the arse so she can get moving?"

[Powder Miner]

Upon the drunk, shirtless man in the corner introducing himself, Jack (that is, the one in the blue armor), let out a short "Ha-HA!" of laughter, and immediately strode towards the shirtless man, hand extended for a handshake. "Oh, man, that's great! Hello there, Jack, I'm also Jack, and it looks like our employer there is also Jack." Jack grinned. "We've got a full three Jacks involved here, that's fantastic. What a coincidence. Oh man, that's great. ...oh, uh, also, I guess my rank and full name is Raider Jack James, but just Jack is funnier, don't you agree, Jack? Heh heh. Oh man, funny shit."

[kj1225]

The other Jack smiles at the new Jack introducing himself. He quickly takes the man's hand and gives it a firm shake. "Right you are, my fellow Jack! As a matter of fact, you can just call me Jack! No need to be formal about this kind of thing with other Jacks eh?" Pulling back from the handshake, Jack grabbed the bottle from his coat and offered it to his Jack counter part. "Ey, hows about a drink Jack? I got plenty 'a grog back on the ship so you can have as much as ya like!"

[Endlessblaze]

Stella gave a haughty chuckle and did a little flip in the air, before leaning in a little bit
"How cute, Feeling a little doubtful are you? I understand its not often one such as myself comes down to appear before humans, but don't worry, you'll see."

She pauses and moves back.

"More Importantly, Ive introduced myself, so why don't you give me your name?"  

[GodofGamingRWBY]

T1-N

 

Energy banks restored. Rebooting inner mechanisms.

 

Days since last activity: ???

 

Internal damage located. Recommended repair date: Immediately

 

The disabled droid slumped in one of the chairs begins to stir, white lights blinking to life as it straightened. Immediately, the droid began scanning the room, taking it in before this 'Handsome Jack' came on the screen. For the most part, it stood sat in silence while Handsome Jack spoke. But, once he was done, he droid pushed out its chair, standing up. It had worked for the Hutts before, so being a Mercenary working for someone clearly full of themselves wasn't past its normality.

 

The main problem was that it had no idea how it got here, neither did it know WHERE it was, "What sector are we located in?" the droid asked aloud, turning towards the group of people gathered in the room... And almost immediately regretting its decision. Clearly, they were as disorganized as its previous owner... Wherever she was now.

 

Well, this was its life now.

[IntSys]

Vepr-12 couldn't hide her distraught as she examined her surroundings. She couldn't really do much back then anyway; the city walls were already breached and she was the last man, or rather, robot, standing in her squad. "Mmph. That didn't work out well," she readjusted her blue beret, as she focused her attention on the first Jack of the day. She'd ask how much she was in debt, but chances were her new employer wasn't at all interested in listening in.

 

Then she glossed over her soon-to-be teammates: Human, human, human, floating human, human, human, and... clad in white, with an assault rifle in hand... holy shit was that a goddamn Strelet? Those things didn't appear out of packs, did they?

No. This one's identification signal wasn't like the one they had used. It was probably not a Strelet. This one talked, too. She got up close to the mysterious droid to examine it more closely. Finally, she concluded that its armor was on par with Strelets, which was to say, not very tough.

 

"None of us know a Handsome Jack, it seems," Vepr-12 kindly replied to the droid's question, "you should keep that question for when he's actually interested in answering."

"Anyway, back to introductions," she turned around to a wall for a brief moment, readying herself, before turning back. "Tactical Doll Vepr-12, at your service!" Loud, confident, and clear, backed by a solid combat record as evident by her badges.

[DragonRage]

"Heh.  Oh, I get it, you're not familiar with names in Galstaneng.  Nah, I'm Zoe Walker.  Short for Zoe Timewalker.  Time does what I want.  Sometimes.  When it and I both feel like it," She shrugs, "Even my ego isn't oversized enough to let me say it's easy or safe to mess with time.  Seriously, don't mess with time unless you're very well prepared to.

 

"Kill/death ratio?  Well, I've never died, because I'm still alive, and I lost track of how many people were dumb enough to try to kill me thousands of years ago, so...  I don't know what my kill/death ratio is.  This never bothered me before, but it is suddenly extremely concerning.  How can I brag about it if I don't know it?

 

"Kunai and shuriken you said?  That's easy enough, in theory at least."  Zoe is going to attempt to pull some metal from the walls and shape it into kunai and shuriken for Akihiro, since she doesn't need tools for metal-work.  Magic is plenty.

 

"Oh gods the Jacks are multiplying.  Soon all will be Jacks!  We've got to get some boxes for them!  Quick!"

[Chevaleresse]

"I haven't been lead to believe there's much in the way of divinity out in the void. Or there is, and they just don't care. Either way, this whole act isn't winning a lot of points." She waved her hand dismissively at Stella, but still answered the question. "It's Scarlet. Field medic for the Merciful Reunion, if you haven't heard of us then your docking clamps are probably in good shape." She did her best to ignore Zoe Walker's. . . uniqueness (at least she seemed aware of it on some level) and instead elected to answer the droid's question. "I think the only one that knows that is the Jack on that screen, and I'm getting the feeling neither of us would recognize it if we heard anyway." 

[Endlessblaze]

Stella Ignores the first point Scarlet makes, instead simply nodding and commenting on her status as a medic. It would be simple enough to display her power and status once things got started.
"A medic is useful, I might be willing to whip you up something you can use later."

She looks over to the pile of blankets, and growing disinterested in the current conversation moves over and taps at it with her foot
"Hey, Its almost time to start, wake up."
 

[Yours Truly]

The pile of blankets shifts a little more as Stella nudges it with her foot, before it rolls starts to roll away from Stella's foot, "Bluuhhhh mom stop kicking meee, I don't even live with you anymore, I'll wake up and get the bots to do the chores tomorrow or something." the pile mumbled and whined slightly more distinctly in feminine voice with it a distinct Japanese accent that Stella probably didn't recognize. The pile itself continued to roll until it bumped against a white bag and came to a stop, causing it to start shuddering and letting out an odd clicking noise as the pile mumbled something about the futon being hard this morning.

[Endlessblaze]

Stella wordlessly points her finger at the air above the pile, purple, misty energy and stardust coalescing togther into a small galaxy looking thing, before promptly exploding with a loud bang. That should wake her. 
 

[Yours Truly]

The pile of blankets lets out a slight terrified yelp as it hears a loud explosion on top of it, causing the pile to gently recede inside of itself as the woman starts to sit up, slowly revealing a silver haired Japanese woman in a frilly black and white dress, which was promptly covered by a blanket hood thing as the woman pouts at Stella. "Why are you throwing a firecracker at me you meanie bakaaaa." The backpack slowly crawls towards her back on tiny tiny little metallic legs after she says this, as the pile of blankets on her legs recede to reveal whatever was left of her dress.

[Chevaleresse]

Scarlet resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "If you were really helpful, you'd get me supplies now." Not that she wasn't used to having crap supplies, but it would be nice to not have to treat a bullet wound with a wad of individually wrapped children's bandages. She was running low on death stickers and hadn't exactly had time for a shopping trip before she showed up. Scarlet resisted the urge to sigh again as she glanced about the room; on the one hand, the crew being entirely human meant she wouldn't have to worry about killing someone with the wrong sticker. It also meant that a good eighty percent of hers were worthless. What really worried her, though, was the kid. She looked young herself, but Scarlet knew she wasn't. 

 

Him, though? He looked the part, all the way through. Acted the part, too, except for the eyes. Some kind of augs? It was almost criminal to get a kid augged, but that was the least curious thing. "How old are you, anyway, kid? Akihiro? And how is it that you end up being accused of high treason?" He looked like he should be studying English in middle school, not training for combat and evading execution. She had to assume he was from a low-tech world, that or he played way too many video games.