Game Creator Multiversal (Marvel/DC)

"Picard, I believe that we disagree on many topics. But despite this, thank you for your advice. My perspective is more unique... Now... There are more games than just games of enjoyment. Policy is all part of a greater game known as politics. Thus, I shall conform to their rules, but with the goal of ultimately exposing them and taking everything from them... As is the rules of the game, winner, takes, all."

He couldn't even answer before I turned, speedily walking away as plans of my next move were resounding around inside of my mind.

...

In Washington DC...

"Ah, Lex Luther, what can I do for you today?"

Meeting out the front of the senate building, two men in $9000 suits met, normal Government staff and workers filtering past like ants in an ant nest, hard at work. A breeze wound through the area bringing a crisper coldness to their tones as scarfs were lightly adjusted.

"Senator. It is good to meet you. How has your day been?" Lex looked over to the sight of a certain Republican senator from Texas speaking to the media about the hostile 'takeover' of Yggdrasil Interactive by the Government.

"Very good... We passed an interesting bill today, certainly wasn't expecting such technology to come into existence without our hands getting an inch on it." The senator with his well-groomed appearance, white beard and brown eyes looked over at the Texan Senator, disdain flashing across his exterior.

"Mmm. Moving forwards."

"Yes...?"

"I wish to, make a donation, to your political campaign upcoming in Ohio."

The senator's eyes widened minutely before a deep seeded greed flashed in his smug smile. An opportunity to work with Lex Luther? The chance of a lifetime.

"I see, your support would be much appreciated... So much in fact that I may even feel entitled to invite you over should I win the election."

Lex maintained a neutral expression, simply staring at the Texan senator as they spoke.

"The invitation would naturally be accepted... First though, shouldn't we discuss what may be needed for me to bring to the, party..."

"Oh, nothing much. Perhaps a touch of support for drinks? Maybe even some, snacks."

The Texan senator finished his conversation with the broadcasters, his face flush with 'success'. He felt like he had done something, alerted people to something... Lex almost felt pitiful for this type of idiot. Almost...

"That can be done, easily. But first, could you send some invites for me to my, friends, they are ever the supporters of your campaign and morals."

The senator snorted a touch after his words but stifled himself, returning to the conversation with renewed vigour. 

"Of course! Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Ah, but there might be a slight hiccup... You see, there seems to be some people snooping around my house, they tap on the windows with their hands and cause an awful ruckus. We even called the police, but they failed to do anything..."

Lex frowned immediately before turning to regard the senator he was attempting to bribe. This news was concerning for him as he played with the cuffs of his suit, spending time to observe every fold of his cufflinks.

"Hmmm, they can be handled. Perhaps talking to the secret service?"

"They did nothing either, perhaps they are agents of the secret service...?"

Lex blinked a couple times before abandoning his cufflinks, the perfect state he had placed them creasing as he turned away from the senator.

"I'll get some people to look into it for you. Please have those invites ready, I would hate to miss your political success story."

...

A Mysterious Place in the World...

A table of glimmering red, blue and white hue was slammed roughly as a yelling voice screamed through the massive gothic chamber. High-backed chairs were arrayed around said table, figures sat in these chairs, shadowy, unseen in feature and stature.

"ENOUGH! We need to extinguish this SHIELD before it becomes a thorn in our side!"

Reverberating masculine tones caused the candles on said table to flicker amidst the derisive scoffing of his allies. A conversation was underway that bordered on the topic of the USA senate, an organisation that they controlled, much like they controlled Israel. 

"No, SHIELD is off limits, by treaty." Luxuriously feminine, this voice seemed almost tired. The tone was so scorched in texture that it was evident that they all had spoken for a long time in this meeting...

"Heh, Hydra is utterly foolish if they think they can successfully fool SHIELD for much longer. Really, we are surrounded by fools." A deeper more suave voice spoke this time, confident beyond normality and much more statuesque in emotion. He was much more jovial about the entire ordeal.

"Hydra is a means to an end, Omega. They will support us with their lunatic fantasies, meanwhile we grasp true power for ourselves, once again."

"Theta, I always knew you were a sneaky little bitch! We are tempting fate by indulging our arrogance!" Omega responded to the feminine voice, known as Theta, a snarl echoing out in response as the suave voice picked up once more.

"Theta, Omega, calm down... It ain't that serious. Look at it this way... We all gain information about Shield and the 'superheroes' they want to gather. I hear they are even trying to thaw out that goody-two-shoes Captain America."

Both members huffily accepted the words of their senior, although still shooting eachother angered glares and snarls.

A new voice joined the choir at this moment... More accented, ancient sounding...

"Alas the threads that loom upon our control are tugged. New threats arise, old ones fade."

Theta, Omega and the suave gentleman all turned to regard this member, attentive to his crooning Romanian accented words. Sickly sweet like ancient poems, his aura was contagious, softening the tensions of the table immensely.

"Alpha? A new enemy has appeared...?"

"Indeed. The shadow of a familiar foe darkens our path, Lex Luthor, whose schemes yet linger in our midst. Yet, not he alone doth trouble our fate, for a new power stirs, a company of unearthly craft, whose marvels of technology weave threats beyond mortal ken."

Tapping of fingers resounded as Theta nervously played with the edge of the table. Omega grimaced, the shadowy outlines of their face outwardly appearing to darken malevolently. Finally, Beta, the usually suave comedian, leaned back in his chair contemplatively.

"Lex Luther you say... He is an issue worse than the Hand or Hydra."

"You don't fucking say Beta!?"

"Oi! Omega, show some respect to your elders."

"Shut the fuck up Theta! This is a threat, we need to cave in his fucking skull!"

The completely shadowed form of Alpha shifted a single centimetre as the outline of their face moved off to the side, a white glint of tooth shining in the gloom.

"Steady thy hearts, for he is but a fledgling, chafing 'gainst the bonds of a world that hath yet to embrace him. There is remedy to be found, yet it demandeth a hand both patient and precise." The glint disappeared as a glass filled with crimson, turned onyx in darkness, was risen to his mouth.

"Look Alpha, I believe in yah and all, but you haven't exactly been quick to action in the past!" Omega slammed his ass down on his chair, crossing his arms and staring at the still drinking form of this Alpha member.

"Omega, shut up lad. We need to handle him, yes, but Alpha is correct. A precise hand is needed here... And for that, I think I have the perfect idea."

All of them shifted to Beta, his characteristic grin barely noticeable at the table.

" When Luthor schemes and plots his way,

A thorn that pricks both night and day,

We seek a path both swift and sly,

A league of shadows—nay, not 'I'! "

He pulled a dagger from seemingly nowhere, pantomiming the handing over of the blade.

"With daggers sharp and poisons keen,

A whisper ends where he has been.

Yet who to blame for such a deed?

Ah, the new foe! Let them take heed."

In one quick movement the dagger was turned and stabbed outwards, blood splattering over the table despite no one having been stabbed.

" 'T'was not our hand!' we'll loudly cry,

'Our morals high, we would not try!'

But shadows speak where tongues are mute,

And Luthor falls in disrepute. "

He dropped the dagger, it's form disappearing as he suddenly opened one of his hands and revealed the moonlit form of a cut tongue, his grin widening to an almost inhuman level.

"The rising tech, with gadgets sleek,

Shall bear the blame for what we seek.

Their name we'll tarnish, black as coal,

While toasting wine for Luthor's soul."

The tongue disappeared before the illusory form of a deck of cards was created. Then, with a violent movement, a hammer emerged from his other hand, smashing the cards; crumpling them into shadow once more.

"Oh, irony! This tangled game,

Where none shall guess our cunning aim.

For when the foe fights foe in vain,

We'll sit and laugh, unscathed by blame. "

He laughed heartily as the faint glimmer of madness in his eyes was conveyed to everyone in the room. Theta, smiling widely as she cleaned her nails. Omega triumphantly overseeing this display by his elder, satisfying his thirst for action. 

The only one left here was Alpha, and he was slowly sipping away at his chalice... Only placing it down when the art had finished.

"As graceful as ever, elusive Beta, a work of art that might find its place within the hallowed halls of the Louvre, or perchance, amongst the sacred tomes of the Library of Alexandria itself. Should our venture bare fruits."

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe....." All that could be heard was the laughing of the singular comedian, insanity lining his every hiccupping laughter. 

...

Stepping out of my Corvette I gazed upwards at the capital hill... The place where my hatred of the hidden powers was grown. This would be the place where my first action will take place... Where the politicians shall work for me, for a time, before fading away into the dreaded domain of death.

"Shisui, Naori... If any of the guards try to apprehend me without my permission, Genjutsu them please."

Both of them nodded, no words having been spoken as they had been taught the danger of recording devices in this world... A process being headed by Picard mainly as he acted akin to a foster father to much of the clan, his hopeful philosophical opinions serving to dilute the hatred and anger that was prone within the Uchiha clan.

Feeling both their heads nod, I stepped forwards, Shisui closing the car door for me as Naori followed by my side, akin to a bodyguard. She even had Katanas hidden on her back, her purple hair carefully contained and hidden behind a hoody. 

"I guess it is time to go show these assholes who is their boss... Games are my domain and this is no difference to politics in SWTOR..."

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Author Note: SWTOR chapter will be done soon; I just want to finish up this entire drama and then focus fully on it!

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