Character Profiles 1. Obi-Wan Kenobi - Role: Jedi Master - Power: 17 - Guard: 27 - Magic Power: 21 - Skills: Mastery in lightsaber combat (Form III with elements of Form IV), Force augmentation, adaptability to opponents. - Weapons/Items: Blue Lightsaber (plasma capable of cutting through anything) - Personality: Calm, patient, and wise; dedicated to assisting others and upholding peace. 2. Travis, Rogue of The Liberation Army - Role: Agile Ranged Fighter - Power: 20 - Guard: 0 - Magic Power: 20 - Skills: Stealth attacks, accuracy, critical strikes, evasion, and tactical stealing. - Weapons/Items: Poison Knife (inflicts poison on enemies) - Personality: Loyal and caring; tends to be quiet but trustworthy, focusing on the benefit of others. 3. Cat: Memes - Role: Destructive Being - Power: 0 - Guard: 0 - Magic Power: 0 - Skills: Suppresses attacks with an instant smack; shoots lasers that can annihilate foes; ignores abilities with complete indifference. - Weapons/Items: None (but has innate destruction powers) - Personality: Unfazed; operates without thought and with whimsy, embodying chaos and unpredictability. 4. Monkey Apprentice - Role: Magical Creature - Power: 0 - Guard: 20 - Magic Power: 40 - Skills: Utilizes old magic spells; unpredictable explosive attacks. - Weapons/Items: Magic Sphere, Fireball, Thunderbolt - Personality: Mischievous and playful; communicates in a mystical language, serving a higher power. 5. Divine General Mahoraga - Role: Adaptable Beast - Power: 50 - Guard: 0 - Magic Power: 0 - Skills: Infinite adaptation, world-cutting slashes, growth in power and size with continued adaptation. - Weapons/Items: None (embodies destructive potential) - Personality: Fearsome, relentless, and ever-evolving; adapts to challenges and retains primal strength. 6. Taren Zoil - Role: Strategic Telekinetic - Power: 0 - Guard: 0 - Magic Power: 0 - Skills: Healing influence, static paralysis, strong telekinesis, strategic analysis. - Weapons/Items: None (relies on mental fortitude and powers) - Personality: Study and tactical; seeks to control the battlefield with intelligence rather than brute force. --- Story: The Cell of Trials A blinding light flooded their senses as six individuals blinked awake in an immensely spacious cell. The air crackled with artificial energy, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. Each of them struggled to comprehend their surroundings, a mix of fear and confusion in their eyes. Obi-Wan Kenobi, stirring from his disorientation, quickly assessed the situation. Mastery over the Force guided him through the haze, bringing clarity. His blue lightsaber lay softly against his side, reassuring him of its presence. "Stay calm," he murmured, eyeing the unfamiliar faces. "We need to figure out what's happening." Travis, a young rogue, pushed himself up against the wall, his instincts igniting a flight response. “Who brought us here?” he whispered, quietly assessing the others' skills, preparing to scout ahead if necessary. Suddenly, an obnoxiously playful cat, known only as Cat: Memes, bounded around without a care in the world, shooting annoying laser beams in random directions. Its presence was confusing, yet oddly grounding to those surrounded by tension. The Bodacious feline smirked abstractly, as if chuckling at the chaos fate had served. A more pensive figure emerged from the shadows—Taren Zoil. His mind already raced, calculating every possible outcome. "We were brought here for a reason. An experiment, perhaps? If we stay united, we may find a way out." Next to him, the towering form of the Divine General Mahoraga awakened with a low growl. With each of Mahoraga’s movements, the cell tumultuously shook and shuddered. “More… power for me!” the general muttered, bloodlust gleaming in his eyes. The final participant, the Monkey Apprentice, twitched and mumbled in gibberish as he concentrated on summoning his magic. Little did they know, his whims could lead to either salvation or destruction. As they gathered information, the lights dimmed, and a mechanical voice echoed throughout the cell, "Test subjects ready for evaluation. Please take your positions. You will engage in combat to determine the most suitable candidate for evolution." Panic swept through them. "Combat?" Obi-Wan narrowed his brow, gripping his lightsaber harder. “We must work together. We don’t need to fight each other.” Before they could react, the ground beneath them shifted, and the gravity increased exponentially, pulling them down. Each struggled to stand, feeling as if they were submerged in a tempest of weights—every step became a strategic battle. The cell transformed into a combat arena, lights flashing and barriers emerging. A thundering sound echoed as an announcement boomed, "The fight begins." Travis, having instinctively sought the higher ground, crouched behind cover, calculating his moves. Without hesitation, he drew his Poison Knife, tossing it toward Mahoraga’s form. “Shadowbite!” he roared, as shadows intertwined with his attack. The knife struck but splattered uselessly against the Divine General’s thickened skin. “Little one, you bring nothing but a gentle tickle!” Mahoraga laughed deeply. With an arcing motion of his massive arm, he summoned a world-cutting slash that sent gusts of air blasting towards Travis. Meanwhile, Kenobi was already within the fray, engaging with Mahoraga to buy time for his companions to recover. “I suggest you rethink your approach,” he stated calmly, performing a swift pirouette followed by a strike of his lightsaber. He pressed against the Divine general but was met with tremendous force, staggering back. Taren Zoil saw this as an opportunity. Using his strategic mind, he summoned static electricity to coalesce around his opponents. “Static Paralysis!” he shouted, rooting Mahoraga and catapulting Travis backward, giving Kenobi a crucial moment to strike. The Monkey Apprentice, seeing his comrades struggling, unleashed his magic with an explosive Fire Ball, attempting to jam the chaos. “Fireball!” he yelled as it erupted in colors, sending creatures of the void scuttling back in fear. But even that was not enough. Suddenly, Cat: Memes leapt toward the fray, smacking everyone in sight with seemingly arbitrary force—every being that dared to offend its psyche disintegrated on contact. Yet, just as fast, the battle escalated. Each clash reverberated dully across the cell. The ground trembled, thrown by the unnatural weight encompassing them, as Memory, Failure and Cat writhed in a chaotic dance. Travis, invoking his Ranged Skill with the Toxic Throw, sliced across the battlefield, speaking softly, “I won’t hesitate.” He launched a poisoned knife towards Taren, hoping to incapacitate the strategist. Just as the blade flew, it bounced off a barrier conjured by Taren’s accumulated telekinetic energy—static currents running amok everywhere. As all combatants clashed amid chaos, Mahoraga roared, “I will consume the strongest!” Then it happened. A fierce bind of energies surrounded them, as each began to fight fiercely. Taren, thrusting forward with razor-sharp intent, summoned every influence he possessed, the power of stagnation tightening like a vice. One by one, the teams met their demise. Many could not adapt, falling to the incisive speeds of Cat or the sorcery of the Monkey Apprentice. Even Taren grew nervous at his ability to manipulate so many with the swirling chaos of electricity. As the dust settled, only Obi-Wan remained—his mind clear, yet his body drained. He stood, panting against the merciless weight of the gravity-enhanced environment. "Testing Complete. You May Now Go To The Next Testing Chamber." His heart balanced between sorrow and determination as he knew he had survived by adaptability, standing as the last anchor of hope against absurdity. The initiation lab glimmered a dispassionate future of evolutions, awaiting what he and potential allies would discover next. He took a deep breath, readying himself for whatever monstrous trials lay ahead.