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I think my post can happen after yours, considering Cal was dragging you back away, after which Chase bumps into him because she was running from a patrol she caught. Which is heading towards the group...

That work?

Don't expect the plotline to have any more consistency than, say, the DC Universe.

at least with the Cal group.

Just go along with it and sort out later :D

The Wiki speaks the truth.

So, was naturally curious about if it was supposed to be canon or not. I could give it a shot, though.

It's alright that I jumped in, right? For RP I don't require permission if I read the wiki right.

What would your agents do in this situation? Just participate. Whether or not it becomes a Thing like the Invasion/Macroviruses will probably depend on the enthusiasm of the participation :D

said Trojie to Ansela as the Yiff agents barrelled past them. 'What do you think?'

Chase reached her hand to stop the Agent taking backward steps closer to her, as another patrol had nearly caught her from the opposite direction. She looked behind her and listened for any approaching footsteps, clutching the only "weapon" she had on her at the moment: a Intar pistol.

"I'd hate to give the impression that I'm a coward, but there are more heading this way and I've got a weapon that on it's highest setting stuns for five minutes or so."

Catching a glimpse of the lead patrol member rounding the corner, Chase mutters, "Screw it."

She takes cover behind a close by corridor and opens fire on the other patrol with her Intar.

... followed quickly by four agents, two of whom were equally fuzzy, and all of whom had various types of weapons at the ready.

"MOLLY!" shouted Skyfire. "I told you not to leave the response centre!"

Laburnum twirled her axe. "Sky, that kid's worth any two agents in a fight. And if the EPC adopted her equivalent in their universe and it survived more than a few minutes, I will personally eat my axeblade, so they probably won't be expecting her ... okay, do we have a plan?"

Foxglove checked her crossbow and sighted along the arrow. "How about 'fight your way through the place, find your bizarro twin and beat the hell out of them'?"

Upon seeing the writing on the wall, as it were, Alex promptly did the second stupidest thing of the day. He charged towards the eight remaining Agents, yelling something about honour about the Plot Continuum as he did so. This would have been all very well and good if Ellen hadn't been doing the same thing at the time.

Cal dragged Alex back as his android partner charged into the group of EPC Agents. There were screams, screams which were abruptly cut off by wet thwacks and splashing noises.

Looking at his savior, Alex said the first thing that came to mind.

"Nice coat."

Well, admittedly, also because I'm a bit confused and just want to have my ideas straight, but still.

...yelling at the top of my lungs is what I'm good at, though! *grabs violin and lightsaber and follows Ansela*

BTW, will your Agents be based in a TARDIS or a Response Center?

"Die, Agent dog, di-"

The ridiculously muscular young man's voice abruptly cut off as Drental grabbed him by the throat and closed her crushgaunt-covered fist. His neck gave way with a loud crunch, and he fell limp. That left the other two EPC patrollers, both of whom had instantly moved to attack the Agent. One appeared to be a cyborg wearing some kind of gold body armour and the other was a pointy-eared elf holding a glowing sword.

Drental sighed and dropped to one knee as the elf swung her sword in an arc towards the Mandalorian Agent's head. The blade hissed through the air inches above her helmet, clipping its antenna as it passed above it. Drental brought her blaster pistol up to waist height, aimed, and squeezed the trigger...

only to see her shot go wild and then herself fly into a wall as the elf made a subtle hand gesture.

Fierfek, not a Jedi Elf. Drental thought.

Drental suddenly found herself being bodily lifted off the ground and shoved into the wall. A loudspeaker cracked under the pressure as the gold SPARTAN held the struggling Agent against the wall. He then began tightening his grip and Drental started to choke.

Question; is this like, a canon invasion like the 2008 Sue attack or just a one off thing that doesn't canonically happen?

Trojie hefted her bell, producing a discordant clang. She grinned.

The three Agents exited the RC, accompanied by Absinthe and Apple the mini-Chimera. The other minis chose to remain.

The corridor was empty, but screams and giggling could be heard in the distance.

At the sight of Agent Warren, one of the Enforcers slowly drew his violet laser whip, a weapon so indescribably awesome that it could only come from a Sueniverse. Before he could make use of it, his head was brutally smashed against the nearest wall in an explosion of bone splinters and bits of brain. The other Enforcers turned toward the attacker in surprise, only to find an innocent-looking little girl with a sweet dimpled smile, huge amber eyes and a bloodied flail larger than her. Behind her came a grim-faced young man with trenchcoat, fedora and eyepatch, who seemed to come straight out of a cheap mystery novel of the fifties.

"Come ooooon, ya can fight better than that, I trust," said the girl to the Enforcers with a creepy grin. She rose her flail again and nonchalantly swung it above her head, prompting her companion to prudently draw back a few steps.

Ansela said, "and could you please give me some warning before you do that? You know how I react to dogs."

She dropped the towel onto a random pile of dirty washing and strode towards the door, hand twitching towards Pads' back. Producing a throwing knife from somewhere on her person, Ansela grinned. "It's clobbering time."

Trojie pointed out, handing the Floater a towel anyway and hauling the dog away. 'I'm down with the killing thing, anyway. It's been a year or so since we got bloodthirsty, right, Pads?'

Pads was having a smoke in the corner, watching the Console as if she expected it to beep any minute. 'Speak for yourself. I for one spent nearly six months killing replacement characters by jugularectomy.'

'Fair point. Fancy doing it again?'

Pads stubbed out the cigarette. 'If I had a dentist, it'd probably kill me for what I'm about to do to my teeth, but okay, let's eat some glitter.' She transformed, and bared her teeth.

"they are Sues after all. It's not like they'll show us any mercy if they catch us resisting like this."

Ansela tried to stand up and failed, Absinthe's giant paw and head across her chest, pinning her down. "Tro, could you please call Absinthe off? And get me a towel? I didn't know one animal could produce so much slobber."

Agent Cal came running at the noise, almost tripping in his overly large trenchcoat. It took him a minute to understand the situation.

"Ellen! To me!" he barked. "The headquarters are under att--"

"YAAAAAY!"

The robot girl shoved him aside with a maniacal grin on her face, forcing the young agent to throw himself to the ground to avoid the huge spiked head of her flail.

"I will not tolerate more of this unprofessional behavior," he said weakly as Ellen ran past him. But he strongly doubted she would pay him any heed. Sighing, he got back to his feet with as much dignity as he could muster and followed his partner.