Character Profiles 1. General Grievous - Type: Cyborg - Height: 7 feet - Power: 30 - Guard: 30 - Speed: 40 - Skills: Master swordsman, dual-arm manipulation with four lightsabers. - Items: [E-5 Plasma Blaster] 2. Hit (Time Assassin) - Type: Assassin - Power: 20 - Guard: 30 - Magic Power: 30 - Speed: 20 - Skills: Time manipulation, strategic combat. - Items: [Long Purple Coat for stealth] 3. Alan, Destroyer of Worlds - Type: Bio-engineered Shark - Power: 80 - Guard: 2 - Speed: 14 - Skills: Devours all, Gold Rush ability. - Items: [None] 4. Ace MK 2 Armor - Type: Powered Armor - Power: 50 - Guard: 0 - Speed: 2500 - Durability: 4000 - Skills: Enhanced speed and strength, dual mini-guns, missile launchers. - Items: [Flamethrower, Energy Shield] 5. Berserk King False Face - Type: Multiverse Entity - Power: 20 - Guard: 20 - Magic Power: 20 - Speed: 20 - Skills: Reality manipulation, can absorb and combine other creatures' abilities. - Items: [None] 6. Null - Type: Entity of Nothingness - Power: 0 - Guard: 0 - Magic Power: 100 - Speed: 0 - Skills: Creation of voids and nothingness, infinite damage output. - Items: [None] --- The Awakening [Brightly-Lit Cell] Six figures lay scattered across a stark white floor, blinking against the blinding light above. Their bodies felt heavy, as if each limb was bound by a weight they could hardly comprehend. Gradually, they began to sit up, exchanging disoriented glances. “Where are we?” General Grievous murmured, mechanical limbs moving stiffly. His four arms flexed instinctively, eager for battle. “Looks like some sort of arena,” Hit replied, a seriousness lacing his voice as his emerald eyes scanned their surroundings. He darted a glance at the bolted steel door beyond them. “I’m here to destroy worlds...not to play hide-and-seek,” Alan grumbled, a rumbling growl emanating from his bio-engineered throat. He seemed unfazed by the brightness, his razor-sharp teeth glinting ominously. “Aren’t you all just delightful?” Ace MK 2 Armor mocked, his voice crackling through the speakers of his suit. “Who’s ready to give me a real challenge?” “I do not seek challenges. I seek annihilation,” Berserk King False Face hissed, his voice slick and dark as he toyed with the concept of strength and speed melding into one. “This is...interesting,” a whisper echoed in the cell, softer yet resonating incomprehensibly. It was Null. He floated almost imperceptibly off the ground, a silhouette against the brightness, his essence reflecting a darkness that absorbed all light. Suddenly, a voice boomed through the intercom that surrounded them, a guttural mixture of pleasure and malice. “Welcome contestants! You have been chosen for the ultimate test.” The walls quivered with the vibrations of the voice. “You have all been injected with a Serum designed to enhance your capabilities. Fight to the death, and the sole survivor will receive another serum—[Evolve].” “Excellent,” Grievous muttered sarcastically, his metallic fingers tightening around the hilt of his lightsabers. He saw the glint of weaponry in Ace’s gaze and knew this would be no friendly contest. “We’re pitted against each other?” Hit asked, his expression turning grim. “This is a waste of time.” Alan snarled, “Don’t underestimate me. I eat worlds for breakfast.” “Good luck trying to unite your powers, False Face,” Ace taunted, revving up his suit with a menacing whir. The intercom crackled, “The environment will now be conditioned to a framework of increased gravity and a simulated harsh atmosphere. Prepare yourselves!” A surge coursed through the arena as resistance heightened, pressing down upon them like an invisible force. Each contender staggered under the weight. “I won't yield to this!” Grievous roared, employing his training to align himself, his power sharpening with focus. He swiftly unholstered his E-5 plasma blaster, the energy humming in harmony with his rage. Hit took a steadied breath, muscles coiling. He knew the cost of every movement, every second. “We need to take out the stronger ones first.” The duel would soon commence as Alan burst forth, jaws opening wide, revealing rows of razor teeth. The arena shuddered, shaking dust and gravel from corners, and he lunged at the nearest figure, which happened to be Grievous. --- The Battle Begins [Graphics: Grievous’ legs launching high with a swift kick aimed at Alan, whose jaws clamped shut just inches away from his metallic frame.] General Grievous spun gracefully, his four lightsabers igniting a furious flame. Alan’s strike ricocheted against Grievous’ strong outer plating with a resounding thud. “Not today!” Grievous deflected, slicing through the air. However, Alan retaliated, spinning with the force of the gravity surrounding them, each bite fueled by an alien fury. Hit seized the opportunity to slip into the shadows, eyes narrowing at the chaos—his Time Skip readied. “This is testing our abilities, but fate arises in the chaos,” he thought, booking past Grievous and unleashing a decisive blow aimed squarely at Alan's fin. “Fools!” came False Face’s voice as he learned to harness the roaring strength of the others. “You see? The weaker ones fall before the strong.” Suddenly, Berserk King False Face swept in, absorbing much of Alan’s momentum, pulling power from him and redirecting it into Grievous, who found his four arms overwhelmed by the merged forces. [Graphics: False Face screeches, causing the ground tremors and energy twisting in the air.] “Enough!” shouted Ace MK 2 Armor, unleashing two mini-guns in a barrage, pummeling the two entities while enveloping the room in a shower of sparks and distortion. Grievous countered instinctively, diving into the air and snapping back towards Ace after dodging Alan’s jaws again. “Still standing?” Ace laughed maniacally, deploying lasers that ricocheted across the room, the space filling with blinding flashes and explosions. Hit, appearing seemingly from nowhere, used his Time Skip to close the gap and execute a well-placed strike towards Ace, only to retreat before further retaliation. [Graphics: Hit’s Time Skip illustrated as he swiftly strikes Ace’s armor.] Alan, unfazed, absorbed more of his surroundings, display of ruthlessness fueling him further. The nascent energy gathering in his throat evoked terror. “Gold Rush!” The surrounding debris and broken objects around began transforming into edible gold, consuming the molecules around him to fuel a fierce ongoing regenerative process. Berserk King False Face, with a dark shriek, combined remnants of strengths left from each participant, further gaining speed that surged uncontrollably. “Pathetic!” Null roared with a voice echoing void and darkness, his presence felt without form. “This combat serves no purpose; it only engenders emptiness.” “Perhaps that is the point!” Grievous shouted, barely a breath away from being engulfed by the raw wrath of Berserk King False Face. He could sense the approaching inevitability of defeat. --- Conclusion of the Fight The battle raged on, each contender gradually yielding to injury and fatigue, pressure compounding them down. Grievous executed one last strike, activating a boost momentarily from Ace’s armor, disarming his systems. “Your time is at an end!” Alan finally cried out, latching onto Grievous, understanding how to devour the ultimate threat. [Graphics: Alan lunges towards Grievous, who is caught off-guard.] Finally, only Hit and Null stood amidst the chaos, with Hit desperately utilizing his Time Skip to edge closer to Null. “You!” he shouted, pushing every ounce of concentration into a finishing move. But Null simply faded through, and every attack aimed at him left obliterated voids, mere echoes of what was real. A moment stretched into eternity. In the chaos, Hit, relentlessly seeking to establish control, slipped into despair. Finally, Alan staggered back, his bio-engineering and instinct calling for one final effort. With a colossal roar, he lunged at the now-vulnerable Null and consumed him whole. [Graphics: Alan stands over the fallen Null, exhausted but triumphant.] Alan, the last survivor, stumbled, dragging himself towards the waiting terminal where the voice surged forth again. “Testing Complete. You May Now Go To The Next Testing Chamber.” A shimmer of power pulsed through Alan's body, anticipating the possibilities of [Evolve]. What form would he take in the next trial? The mysteries that lay ahead called to him, echoing in the void of hopes and new worlds. --- End of Story