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  1. They all immediately stopped dancing, staring at the Atlas with puzzled gazes. "Ain't no one invading Ram Ranch!" one of them suddenly screamed, in an expected southern accent. In unison, they all suddenly pulled a baton from the spaces between their hat suits, attempting to slam them down on Tyr's face. (Rolled 4, 4, 2) Fortunately for the Atlas, their batons ended up hitting each each other with a loud wooden clink, causing them to recoil before they landed on his helmet.
  2. And so the group was launched up, slowly accelerating up towards the sky, the aquarium shrinking beneath them. They would soon by high enough that the village was a small blue speck in an endless sea of green, the grass never ending. As they went up, the color of the sky didn't seem to the change, and the air didn't get any thinner, The ground started getting blurrier and blurrier, until eventually they were surrounded by blue. Still no clouds, still no sun. Simply... Nothing. And suddenly, with a very loud 'pop', their surrounding changed, and they were standing on a flat, solid cloud. It seemed to last for a few hunder meters more from all directions before breaking and revealing the blue horizon. There wasn't much more than that, save for the 3 humans, all male, all wearing what seemed to be an outfit comprised solely of stitched-together cowboy hats, covering most of their bodies up to their neck. Surprisingly enough, not even one of them was actually wearing a hat on his head. They were standing in a group, a dozen meters from the Tenno group, dancing in sync to an unheard song.
  3. Sorn's reponse: Try's reponse: Gek's reponse: Jack's response: Zibu's response: The fish pastor continued scatting and singing, improvising and listening to the group's responses. That is, until Zibu, the last the respond, spilled forth his vile answer. Everyone went silent. The choir stopped, the snaps silencing. Even the spotlights stopped. The entire village stared at Zibu with disgust. The Tenno had dared to choose two answers. Blasphamy! He was warned against doing so! "You have blasphemed the name of Bahamut!" he spat out, his voice filled with anger. "And for that, you shall be punished." The pastor threw off his robes, revealing his impossible body. There was no way his clothes could have contained such a massive physique. Under no circumstance. His arms were huge - at least a few meters long, his biceps looked like you could hide a body inside them. His abs were firm, and he seemed to be so muscular that he had surpassed the sixpack, skipping straight to a tenpack. His neck was like a lump of bulging, veiny muscle, almost completely obscuring his head, which was now like a grape compared to the rest of his body. The pastor's legs were like logs of wood, equal in width and circumference all the way down to his feet. His feet were monsters of their own, each toe looking a child's arm. He was an absolute beast of muscle. His muscle's muscles had muscles. And all of this was contained to a person only 1.65 meters in height - he looked condensed and stretched. As of someone took a tall, muscular person, and bonked them in the head with a frying pan, flattening them down to a small, absolutely muscle-packed hobbit. He reached his hand between his abs, drawing out a sword that somehow hid between them. It was an absolutely massive weapon - the blade 3 meters in length, made of a milky-white crystal. The handle was made of some kind of old, brittle bone - there was no way it could've held this weapon together. But it did. The pastor launched forwards, slamming the sword down and cutting off Zibu's right arm with a surprising lack of blood. And with that, he straightened his back, shoving the sword back between his abs, his muscles too firm to tear at the touch of the extremely sharp crystal. And as if nothing happened, they went back to singing, the choir chanting again, the villagers snapping their fingers and the drummer starting a beat. "Ascension you have chosen, my group of criminals!" he sang. Then, the entiire village joined him, singing in unison. "We hope that he accepts you, but you will not suffice!" they chanted, completely in sync, as a yellow beam of light wrapped around the group. And then, they started floating up, towards the sky. The group watched the village slowly getting smaller and the chants of the fish people getting quieter as they were pulled towards the roof of the aquarium, unable to exit the ring of light surrounding them.
  4. The fish people stayed quiet as the group tried to defend themsleves. When the last one had spoken, quiet murmuring and whispering replaced silence. Slowly, they seemed to start repeating the same three words, divided into groups - one group repeated the word 'Dwellers', another chanted 'Murder', while the third chanted 'Trial'. At first the groups were equal. Then, the ones chanting 'Dwellers' slowly started joining the 'Murder' group, until no one was saying the former anymore. It seemed like 'Murder' was at an advantage, but then, 'Trial' seemed to overtake it, until the entire village was chanting 'Trial' in unison. After about a minute of chanting, they went silent and parted at the middle, unfurling their tails from each other, creating a passage and revealing an empty lot of sand. And then, the ground started rumbling. The sand in the empty lot shook and vibrated, the water above it rippling and breaking into currents as the quake got stronger and stronger. Suddenly, the ground slowly parted, opening a 10x10 meter square in the ground. Sand and water seeped in. Suddenly, lights. Pink, yellow and blue beams of light shot into the aquarium from the hole, not too different from a light shone by a spotlight. Then, the humming - a choir of children, singing long, angelic notes in an unfamiliar languge. It was beautiful. It got even prettier as an adult male Baritone joined them, harmonizing their vocals in a magnificant way, microtonal and unfamiliar to the Tenno. The sounds choir got louder and louder as the sound of stone dragging against stone intensified, and something rose from the hole in the ground. At first, it was a head - a normal fish person, their lips moving - it was the Baritone. And as he rose up, the rest of his body was revealed. This one was different; he was clothed. Orange and purple robes, majestic and expensive-looking, somehow dry from the water. They looked like what a corrupted pope would wear. Behind him was a group of about 20 children - they were the choir singing the harmony, the first fish children the group was yet to see. They were rather unermarkable - simply small adults, with the exception of about half of them lacking a tail, while the rest had a short one, at around 20 centimeters. And then they stopped moving as the slab of stone they were standing on came to a halt, setting them on a stage about half a meter off the ground. The spotlights behind them started moving, illuminating the water. They stopped humming. And the rest of the village started to snap their fingers in perfect sync, creating a simple beat. The kids started singing again, except that instead of an angelic choir, they were harmonizing bluesy chords in a funky rhythm. The Baritone jumped off the stage, landing on the sand, causing a cloud of it to surround him as the spotlights started moving. "It seems,'" he sang, "that you have, violated the law!" he called, starting to bop his head in rhythm with the snapping. "Murder was commited, and the blood is on your haaaaand! Now bow before Bahamut, for you're not dwellers of this laaaaand!" The sound of drums appeared from behind them - a group of fish had snuck out from behind them into one of the houses and came back with a set of strange percussion instruments, accompanying the Baritone's gospel singing. "A fight to death is one, imprisionemt is two! A massive fine is three, yet I doubt you'll be set free! Four's decapitation, which you surely will not choose, and five, of course, ascension, which he will sure refuse!" The fish snapping their fingers started cheering, starting to move with the rhythm. "Now choose your number, may you please, and don't you hesitate! For any pause in answer, you'll end up as grass bait!" Then, the Baritone went on a very impressive scatting solo, hitting the bluesiest notes while staring at the group.
  5. And as the frost pulled the door open, the water around him turned a thick red. Opening the wooden door caused a cloud of blood to spread into the water around the group, coating their frames and finding its way into open mouths. The second thing to eject from the shack was a body, quickly floating to the top of the aquarium. It was a light purple, with what seemed to be a tail, but it simply moved up to fast to be visible. Before anyone had a chance to react, all the doors in all the other houses in the village burst open. But instead of blood and gore, dozens of humanoids swam out. The water in the village rippled and moved as the light-blue creature swam towards the group in large groups, their bodies wriggling like a worm as they advanced. Feminine screams and musculine shouts filled the water, all repeating the same word, seemingly accusing the group of a crime: "Murder." And then, they stopped around the group. Like a pack of sardines, about 200 fish people were circling the group, swimming in circles, causing a whirlpool. Thankfully, the members of the group managed to keep their footing on the sand. One could finally get a good look at the inhabitants of the village: humanoids, human sized in height, yet extremely skinny. Their skin was blue, ranging from navy to cyan. Their heads were bald, with scaly, thin, writhing fins sitting on the top of their heads and where one's ears would be. Their faces lacked a nose, their eyes larger than usual with triangular irises, their lips almost nonexistant. On their necks sat their gills, hideously opening and closing as they swam, in a random spot in each 'person'. Their skinny elbows were decorated with fins as well, their bony arms ending with a webbed hand of 7 fingers, lacking any sign of a nail. Their feet shared the same traits. From their lower backs, long tails were protruding, smooth and monkey like, writhing as they swam, hitting other fish-people and hooking other tails with them, forming clumps of connected humanoids. None of them wore clothes, because there were no genitals to hide - their crotches were smooth, and their chests devoid of any sign of nipples. The only way to differentiate a male from a female was the timbre of their voice and the length of their tails - the women had much longer tails, reaching almost a meter in length, while the men's tails were only half the length. Their calls of murder intensified, getting louder and louder, the whirlpool getting stronger and stronger. The clumps of fish-people joined together, until they were all conected to each other in a circular wall around the group. And then, they suddenly stopped. The whirlpool continued for a short while, eventually coming to a halt as the fish-people stared at the group, restricting any way out. Their chanting stopped as well, as if they were waiting for an answer from the strangers.
  6. And as they all stepped into the cube, nothing changed. And as they talked, walked, and preached of their muscles, it remained unchanging. The village remained ominously quiet, seemingly lacking life. Or at least, any visible life.
  7. As they walked along the seemingly unending road, protected from the grass by the yellow dirt, nothing seemed to change. The tree disappeared behind them, and with that, the scenery remained unchanging. The grass swaying quietly, the blue sky still lacking a source of light. One would go crazy. With no way to check how much time has passed, no landmarks to take note of and use as reference for the distance treaded. The plane remained impossibly flat. Some of the group would feel like they're been walking for hours, some would feel like only a few minutes have passed. And then, suddenly, in the distance... a change. It was small at first, yet as they got closer and closer, it became bigger. It was a wall. Blue, slightly fluttering... Now at around 100 meters from it, they could get a true sense of scale. Imagine an aquarium - a transparent container of water. Now imagine an aquarium with no glass. No physical barrier to hold the water from spilling out. Yet the water remained in place. The borders were clearly defined by grass, yet the grass seemed to avoid the water, swaying away from it. It was a cube of water, 10 meters tall, having the width and length of 2 Football fields side by side. The water was transparent, the light seemingly not lost in the depths, as it usually would, and they could easily look inside. And inside it, was a village. The ground was the same dirt making up the road, which finally got wider than a measly 3 meters. Wooden shacks were randomly scattered about, their windows boarded up, their doors closed. Some had small chimneys, yet the group was unable to see if they were covered or not. Paved stone roads connected the houses, and what seemed to be the village center, containing a well, a relatively large building, and a carriage, with no animal to carry it. Not a living soul was visible outside. If one was to attempt to stick their head inside, they'd find out that they could, in fact, breathe. And while they still felt underwater, sound traveled relatively well, and they were strangely pulled to the ground - any attempts to swim up would feel like they had weights on their legs. They would also look extremely silly.
  8. And just as the Frost landed his fist on the horrible abomination's face, its helmet cracked. Red light spilled out of a giant crack in the middle, the beast finally stopping its unending chanting. The crimson light quickly engulfed the body of the Ivara, repelling Jack away from her and forcing him to kneel in front of her. Instead of a clear creature, the thing was now a red silhouette of itself. The light started rising up from the top of its head, acting like flames, quickly gaining altitude. And then, at around 5 meters above the ground, the Ivara was surrounded by a giant beam of the crimson shine. It was as if she was recalled by a spaceship - beamed up. The beam rose high in the air, disappearing in the sky, its source unknown. And then, as quickly as it appeaerd, the light dissipated, revealing nothing. The Ivara seemed to have disappeared. All of this occured completely silently. It was eerie - unsettling, even. It deserved sound, some sort of screech, an energetic crackle, or even a choir of angels... but there was none.
  9. “Welcome, welcome.” Doctor Sternberg muttered, facing the small, cherry-picked group that arrived. An Ostorn, a… Tenno? A Grineer, a massive Frost, and an Atlas. He wasn’t the one to choose them, and the intern that did choose them will clearly be sacked. But it was too late to go back now. The five had arrived at the new, top-secret space platform just a couple of minutes earlier. They hadn’t even had the chance to talk beforehand - the whole operation was kept as hushed as possible, with the participants receiving their invites in the form of hashed keys that took quite a bit of effort to crack. But they managed to do it. The platform was small - around the size of a relay’s main room. It was a metal ring, surrounding the newly discovered sphere, with a dock for ships and a small room for storage. Scientists, Corpus and Grineer alike, were all huddled around the railings of the ring, facing the sphere, pointing measuring devices at it and whispering between themselves. “What you see before you, is irregular object A533-8. It suddenly appeared here in the last few days. No one knows how, or why. It’s just here.” He cleared his throat, starting to pace back and forth. “Our tests have uncovered that this is in fact no ordinary space ball, but rather some sort of wormhole to a different dimension. If you imagine our known universe as a flat plain, like a sheet of paper, it sits on the upper half of the sheet. But this sphere… is basically a gate to the other side of the sheet. As if someone punched a hole in it.” he took a short stop to breath, and turned in place to face the group. “We threw in probes and other measuring devices. Only the simplest ones responded, and only for a few seconds before their signals disappeared. What we know is that the point at which you drop has solid ground, and is surrounded by oxygen, suggesting that this hole leads to a planet, or something of sorts.” The scientist nervously scratched his nose and threw his lab coat off, letting it fall down on the hastily-constructed metal floor. Underneath it, he was wearing a black radiation suit. It seemed a bit pointless without a helmet, or at least a face mask. “Our job… is to jump in. See what’s in there. Jump back out. Understood? Good. No questions.” He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and turned towards the railing. He clutched the metal bars, then hopped over them, screaming in fear as he plummeted for five seconds before disappearing into the orb. It was quite eerie. There was no sound. There was no splash. There was no change of the shape of the sphere - Sternberg simply… went through it. And now it was the group’s turn to jump. They were not promised a reward. Haven’t been given a chance to ask any questions, protest, or decline the offer. They did have a pretty good reason to jump in, though - the 50 snipers that have been aiming at them since they arrived were quite convincing.
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