As the blinding glare faded from the three assassin's eyes, three figures were framed in the doorway. In the center, a young man, about 6' 4", wearing all black, with chin-length black hair and black eyes, with a somewhat exasperated look on his face, which quickly faded when he saw the trio. To his left was a six-foot woman, with almost shoulder-length black hair, a small spike jutting up from it, and wearing a black t-shirt and charcoal pants. Her orange eyes glowed with psychic power. Lastly was a second man, shorter than the others, wearing a green unzipped hoodie over a purple shirt and lavender pants. His eyes were the strangest thing about him: the sclera was green, with purple irises.
Addressing the man in the center, Sierra 7 struck first.
"Justin Shade, commander of the ShadowLight mercenaries. We meet again, but for the first peaceful time." The shadow elemental grew a wide grin.
"Well, well, yes we do, Sierra. Do you secret-squirrel types mind telling me why you're coming here? It can't be out of a whim." Everyone silently braced for a confrontation, as the woman snarled and uncurled black, bird-like wings. The green-and-purple fashion bomb was a powerful psychic, and began gathering power. And Justin… well, he was one of the only beings who could withstand the attentions of the Ascended One, a god Sierra had unfortunately got stuck to him. More on that later. Then, Lucas popped in to defuse the situation.
"Guys and gal, let's just get these intros out of the way, niceties and alliances established, and just leave eachother alone. We are only here for some fun and to hopefully not kill anyone. We saw what happened last time we were in the same place." The light of combat faded from the assembled's eyes. Then Justin gave a hearty laugh.
"Oh, kid, I like you. You've gots some skills to pull off something like that. Alright." He gestured to the woman, "This is my friend Emily. Well two of 'em anyhow. Sierra, you might know what I'm talking about." Justin indicated the man to his right. "And this here is Psych, our resident super-psychic." He gave a little motion to indicate that it was the Sierra Nevada's turn.
"I assume you already know Zeratul, what from your escapades. However, meet Lucas Pearl, the Blessed One of Palkia and our resident multiverse library." Sierra 7 was deadly calm as he asked the three mercs,
"So, Mr. Shade, shall we take the tour?" It was a long one, as the universe they now inhabited could change form at will, making Lucas have a headache for the entire time. This strange place even lifted places from across the Multiverse in patches, meaning that a large continent of Bionicle was up against a chunk of World of Warcraft, who was trading with a nearby piece of Assassin's Creed. All of this chaos was controlled by the sentient universe itself, meaning that any part of it could warp at any moment.
Surprisingly, it was Psych who started the small talk after three hours of silent walking. "Sierra 7, forgive me if I'm wrong, but if you are not here to slay and pillage, what point is there." The aura assassin casually admitted,
"Actually, there's not much of a point in that regard. However, to protect timelines, the Author requires me by his Covenant to rest every ten years, a vacation if you will." This didn't seem to convince the super-psychic, but it was the truth nonetheless.
However, small talk was not the assassin's goal. Instead setting up a major base here would allow the Nevada a great listening post and a bulwark against a possible ShadowLight war. Sierra 7 and Lucas after finding some level, unoccupied ground on top of a hard-to-reach cave in a slice of some familiar ground: a bit of transplanted Unova. While Zeratul was off conversing with some fellow Protoss, and the ShadowLight mercenaries otherwise occupied with whatever they were doing, now was the chance they needed.
"Lucas! Call forth a base team. This is the universe we've been waiting for. Oh, and bring a pair of Eidolons through. I may need their faith." Lucas smiled and concentrated. The ridges of the natural gauntlets shot through his skin, his feet and legs grew pale as they transformed into Palkia legs, and the illusion holding his tail in check failed. Space tore open in a massive portal, just as the ShadowLights came up through the cave.
"SIERRA! What are you doing! I thought this was a vacation, for crying out loud!" Justin shouted in a rage. However, it was too late, as a fleet of workers, Bonesingers, and Protoss Probes flooded the area. Then resounded the battle cry of one of the most feared forces in this arm of the multiverse:
"FOR THE ASCENDED!"