Lera Mishnev, Cyber-Ninja - Nazareth
How strange it was, from one moment be wandering the world, dispensing justice to those she knew deserved it, to being plucked by a strange green light out of her world and into a warzone, wrought with gunfire, explosions and...giant robots? Dusting herself of sand, casually avoiding a few bullets with cyber-reflexes, Lera Mishnev was able to take in her surroundings fairly quickly: Sand, sand and more sand, with a dreary city surrounding her and many, many soldiers. So many dead yet so many still alive and fighting, though one side was clearly more prepared for this than the other, with Tank support and more forces overall...flying the Turkish Flag and wielding World War 1 Era Weaponry, but they had Panzer Tanks and were engaging in highly aggressive tactics likened to the German Blitzkriegs.
"Oh, now isn't this gonna be interesting? Alternate history is one thing, but robots too?" Lera exclaimed out loud, shrugging in an exaggerated fashion, as if gesturing to literally everything around her.
"Though I suppose that makes me Weird Thing Number 1, in the grand scheme...huh." She noted to herself, a little more reserved yet more amused as she waltzed off, catching a glimpse of many energy blasts flying from a short man with overly spiky hair.
It wasn't long before Lera had closed in on Vegeta, fast yet quietly, able to catch the Saiyan Elite boasting of his status to the clearly outmatched soldiers. While he was being self-absorbed, Lera leaned upon his shoulder casually, brushing off a sand particle from his arm.
"I have to give it to you, short-stuff. With all these tanks, guns, explosions, pain, blood and death, you still manage to be the biggest expression of ego in this entire war, comrade!" Lera spoke at Vegeta's expense gladly, ready to catch herself should he move.
Leon "Seraph" Quinn - Nazareth
"Now now, I don't think we should be teasing the comparatively almighty man here, mechanical one." A voice called from behind Lera, as another man, he too freshly picked from his world and dropped into hell, though he was more well dressed and calm than the Cyborg and the Saiyan, his arms behind his back and sword sheathed to his side as he calmly walked up to the two of them, bullets flying around him, but one that was to hit him was dodged by a simple head adjustment.
"Oh, but it seems like such fun, Mr...?" Lera looked back to Leon, quizzically but also with interest in the new stranger.
"Commander Leon Quinn, you?" "Lera. Lera Mishnev." "Good to meet you in such...fantastical circumstances. And your friend?" Lera chuckled after Leon, hopefully still resting upon Vegeta's shoulder.
"I think he called himself--! ...Uhh, Vegetable? What kind of princely name is that?" "He's, a prince?!" Leon had unknowingly mocked the proud Saiyan Prince, perhaps they would now both regret their actions? Or maybe not.
Lord Horus, Third Gen Iron Lord - Nazareth
Observing from a distance from Sam Fisher and his new allies, the Iron Lord, Horus, a Warlock having just emerged from whatever transported him and his Ghost here, was ensuring they weren't part of the ongoing hostilities ravaging this old, unfamiliar landscape.
"Thoughts, Ghost?"
"I think we should be a little careful, Guardian. I don't think we can even fallback on familiarity of enemies, 'cause I don't see a Fallen in sight."
"I've a better idea. Let's introduce ourselves?"
Lord Horus's Ghost couldn't even answer, not that he wanted to, for dissuading a Guardian was almost always futile, so he sighed and transmatted back into his "backpack" as Horus ran toward Sam and the others, mixing some Warlock Glides in with his approach to speed up and avoid incoming fire from the other armies should they decide to shoot. Sliding to a surprisingly quick halt next to Sam Fisher, Horus assumed a more proper, lordly stance.
"Excuse me, Covert Op, Knightly One...fellow Guardian? Greetings to you all. And the...tall structures over there." Horus began, thrown off a little by the Transformers in the distance.
"I'm Horus, Iron Lord and just as lost as the three of you, I'd imagine...might I join you?" He politely added, his Ghost peeping from behind him at Kingpin.
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