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He struggled to touch the Aviator's mental signature with his own psionic presence. The events of the past few days had drained him of energy and had thrown him off balance, as if he had suddenly been robbed his his sight.

"Yes," he said via telepathy, broadcasting his answer through multiple mental channels in hopes that it would reach the Aviator's ears. "Fire Flash dragged me here. Said that I needed to, and I quote, 'relax and have fun'. I do see her point and will do my best to interact with others, but it is... difficult."

The High Templar took a seat next to her. Unfortunately, being over three metres tall, he didn't fit very well in his seat. Nevertheless, he tried to make himself comfortable. "May I ask how your day has been?"

The Aviator had been slouching in her seat at the back of the room, arms still tightly folded, when she noticed the protoss approaching. Noting the grimace on his face, she said, "Your partner drag you here, too?"

The shorter of the two, a yellow MLP-verse Earth pony with an orange-streaked red mane, stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the assembled agents, causing her protoss partner to stumble over her.

"This. Is. Awesome!" she exclaimed, hopping excitedly in place. "There's so many people here!"

"Fire Flash. Watch where you stop," said the High Templar telepathically as he stepped over her. "One must ensure that room entries and exits are clear at all times." He straightened out his black tunic and turned his glowing blue eyes at the crowd. Despite the lack of a mouth, he grimaced as he struggled to tap into the psychic presence generated by the assembled agents.

Fire Flash looked up at him. "Taldaris," she said, "it's not the time to practice your psychic things. I brought you here to have fun, not for you to grumble. So c'mon, lighten up and join me! We can totally rock this crowd. With my voice and your... telepathy... thing... um. We'll make this work. We'll turn that frown of yours upside down! Even if you can't actually smile!"

"Easy for you to say," he replied. "You are not the one who has had to alter their entire way of life. I will go meditate in the back of the room. Call me if you need me."

As Taldaris wandered away, Fire Flash rolled her eyes. "Suit yourself," she muttered grumpily before trudging towards the stage. She then noticed Ami out of the corner of her eye. Overjoyed at seeing another native to her home continuum, she dashed up next to her and skid to a halt in a clatter of steel shoes and Canterlot day guard armour. "Heya!" she said cheerfully. "Nice to see someone else from home! What's your name? I'm Fire Flash!"

Valon grinned widely. "You sign up just by walking in and wanting to sing. Pretty simple, eh?"

"I can't believe it took someone this long to host a karaoke night!" she said. "This is going to be great!"

"I think so, too," said Miguel. "You want to get us signed up or should I?"

Ami looked at the stage where the host was. Then she shook her head, blinked several times, and looked again at the large scorpion-woman standing behind him. "Whoa. Um...?"

"Oh, that must be Kala," said Violet. "Cupid told me a little about her. She's Valon's husband and a Monster Musume-verse girtablilu. Remember Stephanie from the New Years' party?"

"Vividly," said the other three agents.

"So do all of us want to sing, or just Ami, or what?" asked Chris, desperate to change the subject.

"I'll take a whack at it," said Miguel. "I can't promise anything mind-blowing, but...it should be fun."

Violet nodded. "Count me in, Chris. I've got a handful of eighties songs and total confidence in myself."

Chris gave his partners a thumbs-up. "By the way, no amount of pleading, bribery, bargaining, or brute force is going to convince me to get up onstage. I'll sing along to the crowd songs, but that's it. Are we clear?"

"Very," said Ami.

"Awwww, does somebody have stage fright?" Violet teased.

"Shut up, Violet." Chris stalked off to the front in a huff, while Ami got the others three neighboring seats in the middle of the fourth row.

"The dragonborn here is my partner, Nickul Tiamat"

"To be honest a human having a half scorpion wife is not the strangest thing I've seen, but it's up there." Nickul said.

"Ignore him, he's socially awkward. We're here to sign up." Levy said, to the insult of her partner.

"Well, I used to. Transferred out a few weeks ago. Got stuck with this ray of sunshine" He pointed his thumb behind him, having already gotten up.

"Hey!" Ajax said, the receiver of the pointed thumb.

"Hey-hi-howdy! Name's Valon Vance, Department of Floaters. The seven-foot scorpion is my wife. And you might be?"

"Er... um... uh..."

Oh god who invited a kid I'm going to lose my mind where's my aspirin I'm gonna want a freaking drink...

Kala turned to Cupid. "Yep, I'm Kala Jeng. Nice to meetcha. Steph's nice, but she's a little too affectionate for my liking."

((Valon and children do not mix well.))

"And yeah, she's my partner. She's..." Zeb glanced at the Aviator, who was still sitting sulkily in the corner. "...not too happy to be here, but she really needs to socialize more, you know? And, um." He shuffled his paws and gave the armored bird a shy smile. "I dunno what I want to sing, but I'm willing to try anything! I think it could be fun."

Which didn't stop him being flattened. Brenda and Feratu, who were nearby, rushed over and tried to wrench Matt off of him.

"Are you crazy?! You know what happens when you get too close to a creeper!" cried Brenda.

"Yeah, don't scare him like that," said Feratu. "I know he's pretty chill, but..."

"No no, it's fine," said Salvo, though he had to admit the vampire had a point. He looked at Matt and asked, "Do I know you? And how did you know about me?"

"My partner wanted to try but I worry she'd end up revealing some kind of ability to hypnotize people with her song and turn this whole thing into something out of a bad mega-crossover smutfic."

E.V.L. jabbed Rayner's ass with her tail tip, making him yelp. "Enough, Pony Boy."

"Hey, you insult me all the time! Why can't you just let me return the favor every once in a while?"

Lapis and Cupid joined them a moment later. "You must be Valon! Hi!" said Lapis. "We're from the DIC, and I'm friends with Rayner..."

"...and this, I assume, is that scorpion friend Steph mentioned," said Cupid. "You two do look like a lovely couple. A belated congrats on the wedding, by the way, and sorry I couldn't join the reception."

Rayner elbowed the angel lightly, but even he couldn't help but smile.

Falchion flinched a little, sensing a little electrical charge surrounding Zeb. "Hey, uh, yeah. Good to see you too! I'm Falchion, and you must be Ri-er, The Aviator's partner, right?"

(Cupid was about to reach out to pet Zeb, but Falchion nudged his hand away with the side of his beak.)

"He's with me," said Rashida. "I assume you're here to perform too, right?"

"Well, so are we," said Falchion. "So, uh, anything specific you want to sing?"

"SALVO YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD!" He yelled, having noticed the green monster. He then promptly glomped the being, knocking both to the ground.

"Apologies for my friend here, he doesn't usually do this." Ajax said, annoyed.

He would rather be sitting in the Response Center, watching whatever and not watch anybody embarrass themselves. But Levy came along, and Matthew would annoy him half to death if he didn't come along. So, with the prior mentioned individuals, as well as Nickul, they had arrived at the Really Very Tiny Auditorium.

"I'll sign us up," Levy stated. She took a wild guess that the man with the laptop next to the scorpion-brand centaur was the officiator, and made her way to him, Nickul trailing close behind.

Matthew decided to socialize, and dragged Ajax with him to the gaggle of individuals chatting amongst themselves.

Zeb almost tripped over his paws in his haste to reach Falchion. "Hello!" he said. "I, I, oh gosh, I don't know where to start! Skarmory are really cool! Hi! I'm Zeb!" His tail swished happily. "What's your name? And yours," he added to the agents near Falchion. "Sorry, am I being rude again? Just, I've never met a Skarmory before, so this is neat! Nice to meet you." He gave a rather toothy grin.

"Uh... hi guys... I did not expect this many people to show."

Valon waved. "Howdy! Which of you will be singing?"

These included, in order of entry, two maniraptorans (one in disguise), a humanized pegasus, an angel, a blue-haired Pokemon trainer, a disguised sphinx, a demon girl in chains, a Super, a blond Homs, a white-skinned fitness trainer, and bringing up the rear, a vampire, a soccer girl with hair on fire, and a creeper.

At the front of the crowd, Rayner was actually pushing a very obstinate armored bird - who, in his words, didn't "do well in crowds". Cupid and Lapis, meanwhile, were raring to go, the latter having brought her special homefic keepsake - a lyre shaped like Kyogre with the strings between its outstretched fins.

"I cannot believe I'm doing this," said Falchion. "Literally. Cannot."

"Hey, you said your author was a pretty good singer," said Lapis, plucking a few strings on her lyre experimentally. "So I figured the same could be said of you, and birds sing, anyway, so why not?"

"Only songbirds, though!" Falchion protested. "And besides, what if I embarrass myself in front of everybody?"

"Are you SURE that's gonna happen?" asked Cupid. "If anything, the one who's most likely to get laughed off the stage would probably be me! And Sarah made sure I didn't bring anything alcoholic today, not even Bleeport!"

"He will," said Rashida. "Trust me."

"My thoughts exactly!" said Falchion. "Just... I don't think I'm ready for this."

"Well then," said Rayner, winking at him. "I hope you enjoy Valon's disappointment."

Falchion could only groan.

Zeb glanced over his shoulder at the Aviator, who gave Valon and Kala a little wave before crossing her arms tightly. "And I'm sure she'd say hi if she weren't on the other side of the room. She doesn't really want to sing," he said, lowering his voice slightly before perking up again. "But I do! I don't know Halestrom—or much of any songs, really—but I'll try anything!"

Valon waved cheerfully. "So, Ave, what do you think of Halestorm? I'm trying to think of something to sing myself... Hmm... English, Japanese or German..."

Kala shrugged. "I dunno what I'm going to do either, Valon."

The Aviator didn't stop complaining as her partner dragged her down the corridor. "How many times do I have to tell you, I'll come watch you sing but I'm not doing it myself!"

"Aw, c'mon, you used to sing really well!" Zeb said, still tugging her along by the wrist.

"Yes, and then I regenerated and I haven't tried since. Gerroff!"

Zeb let go of her hand and she yanked it back, shoving it in her pocket.

"Please?" he wheedled.

"No." The Aviator pushed open the doors to the Really Very Tiny Auditorium, looking around. "You know, maybe the Council meetings wouldn't be nearly as boring if it looked this cheerful in here the rest of the time." She sat down in a chair as far away from the mic as possible while Zeb bounded up to Valon and Kala, grinning toothily.

Valon Vance and Kala Jeng were the first to arrive in the Really Very Tiny Auditorium; the former wasted no time in gleefully emptying one of his vest's many pockets of equipment. It took him about three minutes to get the microphone, speakers, Jukebox of Infinite Music (really just his battered laptop), and chairs set up.

Kala looked at him questioningly. "Are you sure anybody's gonna show up? Some people think that singing is Sueish..."

"Come on, I sing all the time, and I'm glitter-free! I also posted flyers in the Cafeteria."

"...does anyone even go to the Cafeteria?"

"We'll find out!"

((We're not gonna get to the singing right away. First, just introduce your folks as they come in!))

Using the disguise generator to go Time Lord? Bad idea. Veeery bad idea. It took me months to become comfortable with my new abilities and years to get really used to them. Besides, you need time to really bond with a TARDIS, and a few stints at a time while in a disguise just wouldn't cut it.

As for the Chameleon Arch, that forcibly wipes your memories (and requires you to be a Time Lord to begin with), so that would be less than useless.

I'd be tempted to suggest a disguise generator or Chameleon Arch, but something tells me it would be pointless even if it worked.

Ah, well, back to the drawing board. I'm not giving up that easily.

I almost want to inquire further, but in the interest of avoiding spoilers (and maintaining my sanity) I think I'll leave it alone for now.

I guess I can understand your logic, Gaspard. There's a distinct appeal to ambush by overwhelming force scenarios.

As for the MA5D, I would think the easiest way to aim with it would be to simply acquire a UNSC helmet link as, if I recall correctly, the sights on most of their rifles are electronic. Failing that, I imagine you would indeed be forced to modify the rifle yourself. Whether that means installing an electronic sight on the rifle screen itself or removing the computer cowl entirely, I have no idea. Do let me know how it goes, though. I am ever an admirer of the science of dakka.