Cal buzzed along in the form of some sort of insect he encountered on his travels. He was glad that this could survive a few holes without dying, but he did wish he could help Quel somehow. She was probably okay, though. She would be around soon to find the next competitor.

Suddenly Cal was encircled by a pink light and vanished when it did. The desert wind blew, eliminating all trace that the shapeshifter had been there at all.

"Quiet an interesting past you have," a black robed being stood in front of a large screen. "Now if you don't mind, change into a bigger form, Cal. It's difficult work trying to heal you in a form this small."

"Who are you?" Cal demanded at the three black hooded things. "Where am I?"

"We are the Judges for Battle Royal," the second being answered. "You are in a spaceship currently in orbit around the Planet Doom where your friend has met a very terrible fate."

"What happened to Quel?" Cal growled, thinking about changing into one of his favorite forms but not considering he was so injured.

"It would be best explained with the video of the incident," the third Judge said, bringing up the battle between Sancho and Quel.

"No," the shapeshifter muttered. "She can't be dead. No. No! You're making it up!"

"Which brings us to why you're here," the first Judge began but was interrupted by Cal transforming into a mind-probing beast. "Oh good, this we can work on."

Cal tried in vain to find what they were afraid of. "I don't understand…"

"Ease yourself, Cal," the second Judge commanded. "Your current form won't find anything. It involves a lot of complex interdimensional science stuff, but in layman's terms we don't really exists here."

"He's going to pass out," the third warned. "Calm him down!"

Cal's world went black. He became aware, after an eternity of lazy colors and dreams, of a steady beeping sound and awoke to find himself floating in a tube filled with healing liquid. He changed back to Quel's preferred liquid being form and looked around.

"He's awake," a voice said.

Cal looked in the direction of the sound and saw the three Judges and a pacing four legged monster that reminded him oddly of an Irken with a bright pink collar around its neck.

"Now, as we were saying," a Judge approached the tube. "We'd like to form an agreement with you involving Round Two. If you agree, in return we will bring Quel back to life and let you both go. The Tallest won't be aware that both of you are alive and we guarantee that you won't be killed."

Cal narrowed his eyes. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"

A glass container rose from the floor. "This is filled with the particles of your friend. Because the gun used only evaporated her, we were able to collect the pieces and store them all here. If we cool it down enough, Quel will return to a liquid state. However, only this container can bring her back seeing as the gun ripped the physiological connection between the pieces apart as well. If she were cooled any other way, you would have a pool of water. Observe."

The glass began to glow and spin. Slowly a bubble of water formed in to center. The tube slowed and dimmed allowing Cal to get a good look at it. It was an eye. Quel's eye to be exact closed as if in sleep.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Excellent," the second being said. "But first, we need you to meet your partner Lucy."

The judge gestured to the green skinned, fanged, orange-eyed monster in the cage.

"That thing is named Lucy?" Cal asked.

"Lucifer would be the full name, but the Overseer prefers him to be called Lucy," the third Judge answered, draining Cal's tube of healing goo. "His history is rather sad, just like yours. Now if you would please give him this."

The judge offered Cal a slice of raw meat. Lucy's eyes and antennae zeroed in on it and he gapped his maw, saliva dripping off his bright green tongue.

"Don't worry," the first seemed to grin at Cal's uncertainty. "He's actually very intelligent, despite his appearance. Lucy was once an Irken soldier."

"How did he become like that?" Cal asked, still not entirely sure he should approach it.

"Well, simply put Lucy became a Defect and fled the Empire," the second began. "Some say while he was gone, he reproduced with a non-Irken somehow. But anyway, he was eventually found and the Control Brains sent him to Vort to be tested on. The Scientists did their best to make him a bloodthirsty death machine; his skin can even repel laser blasts! Unfortunately for them, Lucy can still remember his previous life as an Irken and if he can overcome the terrible hunger that comes with his mutated body or convince the monster to not kill something, he won't kill the thing, though it is easier to kill. We bought him because he was on sale."

"Wait, what?" Cal looked at them confused. "That last sentence just threw me off."

"Just give him the meat and he won't hurt you," the third sighed.

Name: Cal

Species: unknown

Age: unknown

Forms: water being, mind-reading being that transforms into what the viewer most fears, etc.

Fighting style: shapeshifting to use the environment and circumstances to full potential

Anything noteworthy: Cal can only shapeshift into something he's seen before so once he sees it, he can become it. Once in the form, he is limited by its abilities. In his mind-reading form, he becomes confused by large amounts of thoughts due to different fears so he goes into an instinctive mode. Cal likes to quote lines from movies during intense, dramatic moments, when it fits. He's quite good.

Name: Lucifer (a.k.a. Lucy)

Species: bioengineered Irken

Physical features : green skin, short tail, orange eyes, fangs, green tongue, small triangle at end of each antennae, four clawed limbs that it walks on, no PAK, nostrils on front of head (used only for breathing)

Fighting style: hunts using sense of smell and sound then stalks until able to attack

Abilities: super strength, super speed, super agile, bioluminescent eyes, super appetite, skin can reflect lasers and is resistant to projectiles

Anything noteworthy: Neck cannot bend up. Can be persuaded with food. Will sometimes write in the Irken language if he has eaten a large meal recently. Cannot speak but will make dog-like noises or purr. Protective toward children.

If you have any questions regarding the OCs, contact for Cal or me for Lucy.