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<Mordor>

Koranis ignored Huriel, instead choosing to run down the corridor and knock over a stone bust of TPK on the way. After slaying two more guards, he bellowed the name of the Great Beings, hoping that one would come who was prepared to help him. He stood in the middle of the corridor, gripping his sword and another's that was covered in blood. A moment passed, and a metal door swung open to make way for a mechanical creature unlike anything that Koranis had ever seen.

"What in the world...?" Koranis said, his mouth agape at the unexpected appearance of the robot.

The robot's saws started to spin with increasing speed. Koranis swung one of his swords at the robot, but the robot's saw sliced it in half and its teeth shot the two halves across the corridor. The robot thrust one of its saws at Koranis' neck, but he ducked out of the way just in time and attempted to side-sweep the robot. Unfortunately, it predicted his attack and stepped on his foot instead, which broke several bones and caused him to cry out in agony. The machine destroyed Koranis's other sword and powered down its saws to connect them to its back. It then punched Koranis to the floor, grabbed him by the leg, and dragged him through the door that it came through.

A few tense minutes later, another figure emerged from the unseen room and approached Huriel. She wore a welding helmet on top of armor that looked something like this, but emerald instead of gold and with a different symbol on the front. When she reached him, she removed her helmet, revealing the face of a natural-born descendant of the original line of Great Beings.

"Huriel," the Great Being said, "Can you explain to me how a Spherus Magnan was not only able to locate the planet of his gods, but enter their fortress and kill their guards?! I assume you were here when he arrived?"

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<Malchior IV, Claws camp>

Arkhite: Of course!

Etende: Sure, I guess.

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<Tunisia>

*When the Claws approach the camp, some of the guards present, who wear the same uniforms as Mike and Dave, raise their weapons at them*

Guard: Stop right there!

Dave: Woah, take it easy! I already radio'd in ahead, got authorized to bring these guys in.

Guard: I don't think they're "guys", Dave... what is that, a robot or something?

Kakamu: I am offended. Let us through.

*The guards reluctantly allow them access to the camp and gesture them to enter, though they keep their weapons trained on them the whole time*

*The group is lead into a very large military tent that is propped up by what appear to be old telegraph poles*

*Inside the tent are several crates, tables, chairs, beds, computers and scientists, with the often-talked-about Stargate on supports at the back of the tent. Its dial-home device (DHD) sits in the sand in front*

*One of the scientists' eyes widens when he sees the newcomers, and he hurries over to get a closer look*

Scientist: Oh my goodness. David, you said you found these things out in the desert, correct?

Dave: Well, it's more like they found me, sir.

Scientist: I see. Can you speak?

Kakamu: Yes, we can. Do you have a spaceship or not?

Scientist: Spaceship? Oh no no no, we're only a small research team from another human colony offworld. We arrived here by the Stargate someone left out in the desert for whatever reason... and it just so happens to be very close to the exit point of what you call... the "Island", hm? I assume that's where you came from?

*Quolas opens his mouth to talk, but Kakamu talks over him*

Kakamu: In a manner of speaking.

*Kakamu then whispers to Quolas*

Kakamu: Do you know how to use this "star-gate"?

Quolas: Yes. I have used one before, when my energy had run thin.

Kakamu: Can it take us to Malchior IV?

Quolas: Assuming there is another Stargate there, yes.

Kakamu: Good.

*Kakamu then turns back to the scientist and speaks normally*

Kakamu: Can we use your Stargate?

Scientist: I... what? Of course not! We don't know where you're from, what your intentions are, which third parties you'll share what you've learned with-

Kakamu: I see.

*Kakamu then grabs the scientist by the neck, lifts him up and channels electricity through his arm to the scientist*

*The scientist screams as he is hit with thousands of volts worth of power, and goes limp after a few brief moments of suffering*

*Kakamu drops the corpse and looks at the nearby guards, who are clearly frozen with terror*

Quolas: Kakamu! What on... you just... what are you doing?!

Kakamu: What am I doing? I'll tell you what I'm doing, Quolas. Right now there is a wizard on the loose with the power to change time. As we speak, he could be rewriting the course of history itself. Turning the tide of the Rider-Vrai War. Activating the Matoran Universe's self-destruct function before I could even be born. Poisoning the lakes of the first settlers of Malchior. And what have we been doing? Frolicking around on a tropical island listening to 80s music and making conversation with a couple of humans who have even less of an idea of what they're doing than we do.

Quolas: We have been gathering information to help us to defeat him. This desert houses a space-time anomaly which serves as an exit point of the island! An island which has very, very unique temporal properties. Admittedly, I don't know how or why that is, but once I-

Kakamu: You're going to bring down Mazkertis by... what? Taking him on holiday?!

Quolas: I was only able to create a spatial tear leading out of the island and to this desert because I had been told how to do it by the leader of the island. That is when I first took up residence in the fortress, and made it my own, much to the chagrin of Ben and many of the others... but it was special to me. Mazkertis, however, does not know how to leave the island, so perhaps if we can trick him into going there, once he enters it, he will be trapped.

Kakamu: And what about the time wheel? Last I remember, that provided an easy way off for D-Klak.

Quolas: Right. The time wheel will, regrettably, have to be buried and its existence hidden from Mazkertis. The island will be stuck in the time period it is currently in... forever.

Kakamu: ...

Quolas: Kakamu?

Kakamu: I'm thinking... alright. Dial Malchior IV through the Stargate and let's get the hell out of here.

Guard: OPEN FIRE!!

*The guards around them open fire on the group*

*Kakamu stands in front of D-Klak, protecting him from the bullets, while Quolas backs up against a crate and opens a spatial tear in front of him that the bullets fired at him are sucked into*

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<Neo Z'traa>

*Xikila bows her head at Max-Eli*

Xikila: I am Xikila.

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<Kråvenhold>

*Linkara reaches for his magic gun, but remembers that it was confiscated by the Supermax 282 staff*

*Linkara curses, and Barry punches him in the gut, causing him to double over in pain*

*Before Barry can strike again, Spoony grabs Barry and flies him into the air*

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<Archon-7>

DU Monarch: Heh.

*He powers down his atom-cannon and removes his helmet, revealing the head of a surprisingly ordinary-looking white man with blonde hair*

*He removes a piece of metal from his belt and presses a button on the handle, generating a blade of energy like so*

DU Monarch: Politeness gets me nowhere.

*He charges at Nadira, spinning the knife in his hand*

<Saskana>

The magic faded from Malygos's hand as the images threw themselves into their brain. They shook their head. Could this be true? Klak, of all people - Klak, harbinger of justice and defector from the Makuta, that selfsame Klak being the one to destroy centuries worth of progress and enlightenment?

Malygos shook their head. Whatever this fool's motivations, it is his actions that must be judged - and draining the life force of others was nothing short of cruelty in its greatest form. "I care not for what tale you spin, when you drain from our universe."

As if on cute, two black gunships bearing the Imperial Star rushed, firing a barrage of arcane bolts from their main cannons while Malygos raised a hand engulfed in flame. "Pyroclasm." they murmured, a gout of searing white flame erupting to incinerate the mad mage.

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<Orbit Over Saskana, Bahamut>

A tall man in ornate black armor, wearing a demonic, skull-masked helm sat on the chair in the centre of the bridge. "Admiral van Baelsar!" a messenger shouted to him. "A ship makes to fire a WMD at the planet, with both the Emperor and General sas Junius upon its surface. It took the weapons of the Cabana and Pale Fire like they were nothing, sir!"

Gaius van Baelsar stood up. "Our scanners tell us that the ship is low on power. It will not have the power to sustain that field. In which case, it is time to show them the power of the Dominion."

He pointed dramatically. "Fire the Gigaflare Cannon."

The dragon's maw opened, revealing a massive, ornately carved and designed cannon at its centre. From there, blue energy began to gather in the nodes of the carvings, more and more until the Bahamut itself began to shake. The energy was released in a massive beam of energy fired straight at Ascheron's ship.

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<Sapsa>

Ornately decorated guards greeted Sefer at the entrance to the administrative building. "Speak your business," they asked, gruffly.

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<Liquid Metallicon>

Sachiel led Fourteen through deeper and more twisted passageways through the undercity. "Do not worry," he said, pulling a surgeon's knife from his jacket. "We will be there soon."

He turned, indicating a direction for Fourteen to turn...and then brought his knife forward.

< Saskana >

(Moments before Malygos's attack)

Eurobeat was stunned, but quickly regained his senses, grinning.

"Ngeh-? That's certainly an interesting tale... though I have to say one thing...!"

He pointed towards the sky.

"The events you prophesize... have not come to pass! And as long as that is true, we who live in this universe can always strive towards a better future! That's the brilliance of possibility! The second we foresake that out of fear, we lose the right to live in that universe! The second we stop believing in possibility! Because, Mazkertis-!"

At this, four mysterious individuals teleported behind Eurobeat, forming this pose. Eurobeat assumed the central pose - the bottom right pose was assumed by Rylou, who had trained in sonics for millions of years. The top right was assumed by Tarturus, who reaped the Grim Reaper. The top left pose was assumed by Nemesis, the lord of darkness and hate, and the final, bottom left pose was assumed by Telemacus, who if you touch him you die zevvy boy.

"This Universe! Is ours! SPACE PIRATE CAPTAIN EUUU~RRRROOOOBEAAATTTT'S FULL FRONTAL FIGHTING FORCE!" he cried.

"Full Frontal Fighting Force!" cried the group, save for Tarturus, who accidently cried out "Blackout Destruction Society 3!". He was met with death stares by the rest of the group. Eurobeat's eye twitched.

"Jesus christ, fuckwit." he replied, motioning to Blackout, who was within earshot. He sighed. "Anyway, anyway, Mazkertis! I'm offering you one more chance, on my honor as a user. Stop this madness at once and join us in our peaceful efforts to stop the calamity you've predicted from befalling the universe, or be driven out of that universe entirely!"

At this, Captain Eurobeat's Stand, I Came Here To Laugh At You, materialized behind him, aiming its rifle at Mazkertis.

"I don't want to fight you! But I do want to protect justice!"

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< Sapsa >

Sefer sighed.

"My name is Sefer Yetzirah, Emperor of the Takemikazuchi Empire and Leader of the Shinsengumi. I request an audience within the chamber of Whorlspeakers, to discuss terms of a military, political and economic alliance between our two peoples."

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< Saskana, Orbit >

As the beam of energy hurtles towards the Assault Shadow, the massive form of the Divine Providence emerged from hyperspace between the Bahamut and its target, its unbelievably massive hull only halfway cleared when the GigaFlare impacted - initially reflected by the dreadnought's Aegis field, but which soon overwhelmed it, cutting deeply into the hull of the ship. As the ship cleared the hyperspace portal, Ascheron immediately recognized its form as similar to that of the Kusanagi, Sefer's personal vessel, though the Divine Providence was atleast a hundred times bigger. A result of multiple decades of construction and the work of a labor force numbering in the billions, the Divine Providence's hull was practically still under construction - materials technology had advanced faster than the construction rate of the ship, leaving some areas unarmored, some impervious to all forms of damage, with all areas differentiated by their differing shades of metal. The Assault Shadow, Pale Fire and Bahamut practically lurched inwards as the massive gravitational pull of the awe-inspiring dreadnought manifested itself after the jump. The ship's engines were like suns, the glare of them visible even from the very front of the ship. The ship's designation, TMZV-108 DIVINE PROVIDENCE, was splayed across either side of the hull, accompanied by the characters 建御雷 - under which was the name "TAKEMIKAZUCHI EMPIRE", the empire to which the Divine Providence belonged.

A holographic representation of the Divine Providence's commander appeared on the bridges of the three attacking ships.

"I am Rokubungi Gendo, Prime Minister of the Takemikazuchi Empire, and captain of the Divine Providence. We formally request a unilateral ceasefire of all hostilities. That is all."

The hologram dissappeared, a corresponding one appearing on the bridge of the Assault Shadow. Ascheron stood up, his fist slamming into the arm of his command throne.

"Keep the Ignatus charging!" he instructed to his crew, as he turned to address Gendo. "Who are you?"

"I am Rokubungi Gendo, Prime Minister of the Takemikazuchi Empire."

"The Takemikazuchi? I was told Sefer Yetzirah was their leader!"

"You were told correctly." he replied, adjusting his glasses with his middle finger. "The Empire is ruled by Emperor Yeztirah. I am merely her administrative servant. Cease fire immediately, or we will destroy you."

"How dare you!"

"You have endangered the safety of the Empire and its citizens by engaging in war acts with the Dominion and ZFT whilst pertaining to be our allies. This is a capital offense."

"As our allies, you have a responsibility to help us! Our mortal enemies are on the world."

"I don't care." he replied, matter-of-factly.  

Ascheron contemplated his decision, before raising his hand, calling for ceasefire throughout the bridge. The holographic image of Gendo disappeared.

"DAMN YETZIRAH!" roared Ascheron, storming off the bridge.

<Saskana>

*Blackout also shakes his head at the images, while Ynot seethes*

*Blackout raises his eyebrow when he hears somebody say 'Blackout Destruction Society'*

Ynot: So you say, Mazkertis. You say you wish to do good, and yet you drop out of the sky over random planets and try to kill everyone there. You are no hero, mage.

*He and Blackout both draw their swords, and fly towards Mazkertis, slashing at him*

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<Mordor/The Zone of Shadows>

*Black Phantom stares blankly at Straxus*

BP: The..... Keruvim? Keruvim.....

*He suddenly fires a magnetic blast at Figlio*

BP: You shall go no further!

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<Malchior IV>

Aster: Hm, Atuar Sadiares could work. They'll never find us there.

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<Atuar Sadiares>

*Amy and Nikolai both frown, disappointed that they won't get to sell the Unifeyed and pay their bills*


*Amy gives Kek a strange look*

Amy: Why?

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<The Bat-Cave>

F-Blackout: *smiles* Like this.

*He suddenly punches Rahn in the gut*

F-Blackout: Defend yourself!

*He throws another punch*

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<Malchior IV, Senate>

*Senator Skedaddle finishes reading the article, and throws the newspaper away*

*He returns to his office, to prepare for the coming interviews*

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<Liquid-Metallicon>

F-Blackout: Um, um..... yes, of course!

*He finishes the pint, and follows Akzer*

<Malchior IV, Bourba City>

*Dreis' head is rocked back by the punch, but he rolls with it, dragging one fist into a heavy uppercut aimed at Asled's chin.*

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<AtSad>

Ray grins at Zae, blushing slightly, before stepping out of the door onto the bustling street, waving at Nickolai through the window. Zae follows suite.

Ray: So, uh, how come you're stranded without a ship, huh?

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<The Hangar of The Kusunagi>

Calm stepped back, twirling his sword behind his back as he spun full-circle, dropping into a low crouch at the end of the turn. Kira juggled three katana, whipping them around his forearms and using the backs of the blades to swing them around his neck. In an instant, all were back in their sheaths. He drew one slowly in one perfectly executed motion, the rasp of metal on lacquered bamboo filling the otherwise silent hangar. Beads of sweat had formed on Calm's forehead, but his lips remained sealed, his breathing slow and regular. Kira stared at the monk, who simply gazed back. Kira darted in, swiping his katana left to right in a furious swing that belied the measured precision of the cut.

Calm stepped into the cut, forcing chakra into his left arm, while his right arm stabbed downward with the katana. The muscles rippled and bulged, swelling just as the sword sliced deep into his bicep. He tensed the second the blade stopped, clutching Kira's weapon. His own sword lay on the floor, the tip bloodied. Kira's white sock slowly darkened with a spreading red stain.

"First blood." Calm uttered deeply. Kira's eyes widened, and he let go of the katana. Calm grasped the blade firmly and pulled it out of his arm; a wash of blood cascaded down his black skin. The monk dropped to one knee, tearing a strip of purple cloth from his robes and binding about his huge muscle. Kira stood, arms limp, dumbfounded. A monk had beaten him.

Calm straightened, bowed deeply to Kira, and entered the escape shuttle, the door closing behind him with a punctuating swish.

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<The throne room of Vance Vangelis' ship, Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap>

Vangelis was perched on the arm of the throne, a huge block of marble that had been carved, shaved, polished, lacquered and polished again. Behind the throne stood two beautiful young women in sculpted armour and wearing canvas pleated skirts. Each held a long spear fitted with an automatic carbine. Vangelis himself wore a custard yellow suit, tailored immaculately in-house by one Henry Howton (Vangelis made a habit of telling people he employed the best tailor in the known universe personally) over a bright pink silk shirt, open down to the third button. His silver hair was brushed lightly back over his ears, one strand hanging over his forehead. He scoffed noisily on a bag of salted pretzels, his lip curling each time he took one from the paper bag, but cramming them into his mouth at an astounding rate. The floor of the throne room was occupied by a motley assortment of mercenaries, bounty hunters, pirates and cutthroats.

"Alright," Vangelis addressed them, "We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of my money and your pockets, with the sole purpose of bringing Sefer Yetzirah's head to me on a silver- HEY! CUE SILVER PLATTERS!" At this a small army rushed from the sides of the room, handing everyone present a platter, " - silver platter. You'll each be paid five-hundred credits commission fee, and the first one of you filthy bastards to bring me that BITCH'S head will get like, I don't know, what... Hayley, how much do you think is fair baby?"

One of the blonde guards stomped her foot. "Three million credits sir."

"ALRIGHT! Five million credits it is. I want her HEAD you hear! Not like, an arm, or a foot, her FUCKING HEAD!" Vangelis reached into the packet once more, and tossed a pretzel into his mouth.

A murmur of agreement spread through the crowd, who all still clutched their platters, unsure what to do with them. One man stepped forward from the crowd. "That won't be necessary, Mr. Vangelis." He spoke with a southern-American drawl, his perfectly waxed white moustachios twitching as he spoke.

Vangelis was visibly taken aback. "Oh? How s- GAAAAHD! These pretzels SUCK!" Vangelis spat vehemently. He drew the cuff of his suit across his mouth, making a disgusted face. "Sorry. You were saying?"

The man glanced behind him. "That, if you'll fergive mah tenacity, won't be necessary, Mr. Vangelis."

"Oh, yah yah, I gotcha. You can do it yourself?"

The man tipped the brim of his black stetson. "Yes sirree."

The crowd looked from one to another, before one man, clad in armour and a long kevlar poncho, stepped forward. "Here, what the fuck do ya think you're doing?" His South African accent was thick with anger. The man turned to him. It became blatant that the South African was severely outsized; he was by no means small, but the black clad cowboy stood at least one-hundred and ninety-five centimetres tall. the cowboy grabbed the smaller man by the throat, raising him above his head, painstakingly slowly. There was no strain apparent on the cowboy's face. The South-African struggled, gagging as the cowboy's huge digits crushed his neck. The cowboy glanced at Vangelis, who uttered a sharp laugh. The cowboy flexed his forearm, completely crushing the South-African's neck. A gout of blood sprayed forth, and a low gurgle emmitied from his destroyed neck. The body flopped to the floor, still twitching.

"Jesus Fuck that was awesome." Vangelis had a look of forced impression on his handsome face. The cowboy bowed at the complement. The rest of the crowd looked on in horror, before being shaken from their reverie, leaping toward the titanic figure. He ducked low, his arms darting to his chest, pulling two Colt Model 1851 Navy single-action .36s from underarm holsters, blasting two men clean off their feet; the second blasts exploded an alien's head and ripped a woman's neck open. The crowd was suddenly torn asunder as the thunderous chatter of a Vicker's 1912 .303 ripped through the chamber. A woman in full plague doctor's garments swung the machinegun in sweeping motions from a strap over her shoulder. The recoil apparently had no effect on the small woman, and she cut down the majority of the crowd in a few seconds. The bullets scythed through magical shields, chakra forcefields and composite armour, uninterrupted in their path of destruction. Not a single round hit the black clad cowboy, who was picking off survivors with his revolvers. The battle lasted half a minute, after which the only sounds were the clinking of shell casings hitting the blood-splattered marble floor as the cowboy emptied his chambers, and Vangelis' ever present munching. The plague-doctor leapt down to land beside the cowboy, the weight of the ancient machine gun having no effect on her agility. The pair approached the throne, where Vangelis was absent mindedly finishing the last of his pretzels, a look of distaste painted across his face.

"Sir, we'll be leaving at once. We've a long road ahead of us."

Vangelis tipped the crumbs from the bag into his mouth, chomping thoughtfully before speaking. "Uh-huh."

The cowboy tipped his stetson; the woman bowed, and the pair turned toward the exit, picking a path between the bodies strewn across the floor.

"Oh, oh wait up. Didn't get your names."

The cowboy didn't turn back, but spoke loudly as they walked toward the double doors of the throne room. "The call me Buster Breaker; this fine lil' lady is Valentina DeRossi. Safe Journeys, Mr. Vangelis."

<Liquid Metallicon, Pub>

Akzer: "Raigen, come along!"

*He deviously smiles as he continues making his way towards Ozar's compound. He stops, turns to F-Blackout and whispers*

Akzer: "Listen, I need you to let me do this my way. I may have a reputation in the underworld as a strong individual who should not be crossed, but they still see me as a traitor. I left them for the Apprentices, then I left the Apprentices for my own personal gain with Sephiroth, then I joined Naju, betrayed him, then I re-joined the Pirate Lords....I've had an interesting set of lives......Anyway, I have to rebuild. Ozar is powerful, and even the most independent Pirate Lords fall under his command. Simply killing him will just cause our criminal empires to collapse into infighting, and we'll go extinct. That means you won't have any access to our resources. What I'm saying is that there are traditions that we follow, and I can use these to our advantage. I'll twist these silly semblances of honor into material gain, until I'm eventually at the top. Are you with me on this, Lord Blackout?"

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<Liquid Metallicon, slums>

*The knife smashes onto Fourteen's armor, and he smiles*

Fourteen: "You forget about our exoskeleton, mate. Now let me show you how I got me name."

*He growls and attempts to bite Sachiel's neck*

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<Mordor>

Huriel: "Yes, but I know nothing. This is very intriguing, Viruel. He was a frightening creature....."

*He rubs his chin*

Huriel: "Angonce's mad crusades of years past may have revealed too much about our location.....or perhaps this Spherus Magnan was told about our planet."

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<Malchior IV, Claws camp>

*Klak sits down, cross-legged*

Lalli Cain: "Are they here yet?"

Me: No.

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<Tunisia>

*D-Klak nods at Kakamu, as though he is silently thanking him. He places his gunblade on the Makuta's shoulder, and shoots one bullet near the feet of two guards*

D-Klak: "Check it out! One might be all we need!"

*Bob slams his fists on the ground, and an earthquake spreads around them*

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<Neo Z'traa>

Max-Eli: "I do not trust you, Makuta!"

Caiaphus: "You shall, in time. What has happened here?"

Max-Eli: "Your friend Blackout ravaged our world with advanced technology! Now we have spent our lives scavenging and moving around as transients, stopping at all the hospitable locations across our world! Thankfully, there are enough of us so that we may have several tribes, but mine has been suffering for months!"

Caiaphus: "Blackout....we too have suffered by his hands. I have come to aid your people, and speak to your leader of a possible alliance. Vengeance is due...."

*Caiaphus looks up to the sky*

Caiaphus: "Please, my friend, take us there. We shall save your world....Xikella, give him his weapons please."

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<Kråvenhold>

*Barry smiles angrily at Spoony*

Bring The Pain Barry: "Wow, you really fly high, guy!"

Spoony: "Thanks, but I'm still gonna get you, and we will vanqui-"

Bring The Pain Barry: "JUST KIDDING! I BRING THE PAIN!"

*He slams his fist into Spoony's face, and the critic crashes into the ground. Barry floats in the air, and makes a disturbing laugh*

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<Saskana>

*Mazkertis shakes his head in response to Captain Eurobeat's plea. Moe swoops in, and D-Klak (4) falls from him. Perseus flies in using his Red Lantern power. A barrage of attacks from Malygos, Perseus, D-Klak (4), Ynot, Blackout, and the Imperial gunships approaches the wizard. Mazkertis raises his arms up and strains. The arcane magic flows into his palms, and he struggles against it. Meanwhile, time begins to slow down. 10 seconds turns into 10 minutes. Mazkertis, having absorbed the magic, angrily claps his hands once, sending a shockwave of plasma energy to those all around him*

*D-Klak (4) is injured by the shockwave, and falls to the water. Moe and Axalara attempt to rescue him. Cutter is seen swimming towards the energy spire*

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<Mordor/The Zone of Shadows>

*Figlio is trapped by the magnetic blast, as it holds his armor in place. He laughs*

Figlio: "Yes, machine, the Keruvim is here. Hidden....the Toa Perseus thought that this place would be the least obvious....but you know how those Toa are vain and foolish. I do not seek the artefact to destroy your master. On the contrary, I will use it to save him. Eos, Hassan, Turel, a wizard is attempting to rewrite history and destroy our universe as we know it. Am I mad in trying to stop him?"

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<Malchior IV>

Rainn: "Never...."

*Rainn silently nods*

Rainn: "Well, let's get going. I need to rest anyway."

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<The Bat-Cave>

*Rahn blocks F-Blackout's punch, and kicks him in the face*

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<Malchior IV, Bourba City>

*Asled grabs Dreis's punch, and kicks him in the shin*

<Mordor>

Viruel: As far as I know, none of us have set foot anywhere in that system for many years, with the exception of Velika, of course. Hm. I'll hold the intruder and interrogate him later; right now, I have more important work to do.

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<Atuar Sadiares>

Kek: What do you mean, why? Six is a bad number! We got the, um, the six rings dungeon, and spiders have six legs, too!

Lel: What are spiders?

Kek: Big, hairy creatures, that'll... FLY around and... fuckin... SCOOP YOUR EYE OUT!

*Lel screams and runs away*

*Kek chuckles, takes a few notes out of his pocket and throws them onto the counter*

Kek: Man, I wish I knew what spiders were.

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Zae: I snuck on ship. Was not mine. Was not theirs. Took me here. Home is... not home for me. Bad place.

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<Malchior IV, Claws camp>

Etende: I'm going for a spin, see you guys later!

*She runs across the field, activates her wings and jumps as her jetpack flares into life, lifting off into the sky*

Micros: Show-off.

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<Tunisia>

*The guards that D-Klak fired at are hit by Bob's shockwave and swept off their feet*

Kakamu: Quolas, NOW!

*Quolas seals the spatial tear in front of him and runs towards the DHD that activates the Stargate*

*Kakamu follows him and shapeshifts into a large shield, protecting Quolas from the gunfire while he works out which symbols to dial*

Quolas: Sagittarius... Taurus... Andromeda... Leo... Cetus... Libra... and Malchior!

*A plume of energy is launched from within the Stargate, which briefly stretches out into the air before collapsing back into the ring to form a pool-like event horizon for them to travel through*

*Kakamu shapeshifts back into his normal form and stands in a defensive pose*

Kakamu: Quolas, charge me!

Quolas: Hmm?

Kakamu: I will serve as the conduit of your ice!

*Quolas's face lights up in excitement, and he draws his sword*

*With a cry of "GLACIATION!", Quolas stabs the sword into Kakamu's back, and pumps him full of ice energy conjured by the sword*

*Kakamu's eyes turn from purple to blue, and he stretches his palms out towards the guards on both sides of the room*

Kakamu: Glaciation, indeed.

*The ice energy transferred to Kakamu's body is released through his hands, and the far left and right sides of the tent are instantly frozen in ice, guards included*

*D-Klak, Nadle, and Bob are unaffected because they are standing in the middle of the tent, but notice the drop in temperature regardless*

*Kakamu's eyes return to their usual purple color once all of the ice energy has been expelled*

*Quolas sheathes his sword*

Kakamu: Good work, everyone! Let's get going.

Quolas: This is turning out to be quite the adventure.

*Quolas and Kakamu both walk into the Stargate*

OOS: You can decide where the Stargate on Malchior IV is, Klak! Bear in mind though, if it has been discovered by the government, it's probably somewhere heavily guarded; if it hasn't been discovered, it's probably in a very remote area.

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<Neo Z'traa>

*Xikila returns the machetes to Max-Eli and tilts her head as she examines his face when he draws close*

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<Kråvenhold>

*Seran grabs Barry using the Force and attempts to slam him into the ground*

*Linkara takes off his hat and throws it at Barry like a weapon, like Oddjob from Goldfinger*

< Saskana, Orbit, Divine Providence >

Gendo and Ascheron sat in the meeting room. One of the walls was lined with royal portraits of former leaders of the Takemikazuchi empire; the other wall was completely transparent, allowing a view of the Stargate the meeting room overlooked. Gendo sat at the end of the table, his hands steepled, obscuring the lower half of his face. At the other end sat Ascheron, leaning back, his legs crossed and on the table.

"If you continue to endanger the safety of the Takemikazuchi Empire, this alliance shall be a short-lived one. You must make a formal apology to ZFT and the Dominion." announced Gendo.

"They'll want my head."

"I'm more than prepared to give it to them."

Ascheron tutted, rising from his seat. "Why are you defending those people? If you think they are even potential allies of the Takemikazuchi, you are sorely mistaken. Blackout thinks of nothing but universal domination. Malygos thinks of nothing but peace, which means he's as useful to you as a castle to a Khan. Both will turn on you the moment Sefer's plan falls into motion."

"Emperor Sefer has made you privy to her script?"

"Portions of it." replied Ascheron. "Enough to know that wiping out everyone currently on that world is in the best interests of both our people."

"I'll hear no more of it." replied Gendo. "You have a decision to make."

Ascheron stood up, his eyes closed in deep contemplation. Then, they opened, a grin forming on his face.

"I shall deliver my apology... in person."

At this, Ascheron teleported from the room in a burst of blue light. He reappeared within his personal armory aboard the Assault Shadow, and walked down the armoring corridor, sections of powered armor shooting onto him as he did. He emerged from the other end, fully clad in golden battleplate over blood red robes trimmed in gold. A circular rail of weapons surrounded him; he pulled twin greatswords, each half as long again as his leg, and attached one to each side of his waist, angled backwards so that they cleared the floor. He took two heavy revolvers, which he holstered on his right forearm, and a huge coffin-shaped tower shield, which attached to his left forearm. Standing in the center of the room, he was lowered from the armory on a small platform, emerging within the firing barrel of the MAC. He kicked forwards, his helmet's faceplate sliding into place to provide oxygen, and took hold of the Ignatus weapon in his right hand.

"Fire".

Ascheron shot forth from the ship, the Ignatus spear in hand. The thrusters of his power armor activated, taking over directional control, allowing him to slide through the unfinished hull of the Divine Providence and towards the planet below. He raised his shield as the heat increased, his armor glowing red. A huge mesh of hard-light hexagons appeared before it, completely shielding him from the heat as he closed in on the battlefield.

---

< Saskana >

Ascheron closed in, readying the spear. Twin wings of light emerged from his power armor, slowing him, though this caught the attention of Rylou, who jumped up to meet him, generating an invisible sword of air held together by intense, subsonic vibrations. Ascheron's faceplate split apart as he grinned.

"SIEG LURIA!!"

"RYLOU! NOOOOOOOOOO~!" screamed Captain Eurobeat, tears trailing from behind his sunglasses. Rylou swung his sword towards Ascheron, a wave of sonics flying off. Ascheron appeared to teleport through it, before driving the spear into Rylou's chest. He pulled it out, and stabbed him again, and again, and again, forty times before kicking his body off the spear. Rylou shot towards the ground at light speed, exploding in a nova which temporarily blinded everyone nearby, sending embers high into the sky. Evidently, even a partially charged Ignatus weapon was still incredibly deadly. Eurobeat looked on in horror, as the rest of the FFFF clambered to their feet, recovering from Mazkertis's attack.

Ascheron grinned, hovering next to Mazkertis, and addressing him.

"Brave warrior. I do not know who you are, or what cause you fight for. But we are both humans, and we both share common enemies. Permit me to fight by your side, and together we shall cleanse these battlefield of those unworthy to even utter the name of Gabriel Ascheron."

---

< The Kusanagi >

Kira clutched at his chest, dropping his Katanas. He kicked off the hangar bay, grabbing onto one of the railings of the balconies above, and pulling himself over onto the walkway. Lucy stood, leaning against the wall, a cigarette in her mouth. Kira came over and stood next to her, accepting the cigarette, and putting it his mouth; he lit it by gently holding the tip of it against Lucy's. They stood silently for a few seconds, before simultaneously uttering;

"Fuck that guy."

Lucy reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone. She scrolled through it for a minute or two.

"So, there's a MacDaniel on... Malchior six. No. How do you read this part, the, uh, number letters?"

"Four."

She grinned. "Yeah, that place. It's on the way back to the Takumifujiwara empire. Let's-"

"The Takemikazuchi empire."

"Yeah, him too. Let's go there."

Kira nodded, throwing his cigarette to the ground and extinguishing it under his foot. Lucy frowned.

"You know... I would have finished that one for you." she said, frowning, as Kira pulled hers out of her mouth, and did the same again. "Okay, now that's just straight up fascism. Fuck you, asshole."

Enthusiastic Exclamation! "This-and-That" Stated Emphatically!

[ Onboard the Kusanagi: ]

Nearby Kira and Lucy, a curious man watches. He seems to be a young man, not a teenager, but not a geezer either. Notably, he crouches on all fours, wearing a 'much wow' kind of white shiba inu costume. His blasé expression speaks volumes as he is unfazed by all the people of considerably high *insert bull shit anime power level term here.*

Watchdog Man thinks to himself, God, those cigarettes stink. I wish these people would burn something that smells good for once. Someone just let one rip. Is it Tuesday? I hope it's Tuesday. Taco Tuesday is great. Did I remember to chew up my quota of slippers yet? Shit...

< The Kusanagi >

Lucy sighed, sliding one of her 93rs out of its holster, spinning it, and aiming it at watchdog man, without so much as a glance towards him.

"Good grief. You think we could get a little bit of peace and quiet every now and again? Listen, I don't know who the fuck you are, and frankly, I don't care. But what I do know is-"

"A little bit to the left." interrupted Kira, correcting her on her aim. "No, a little bit- here-". He took hold of her elbow and aimed her arm with it. "This'd be a lot easier if you actually looked."

"I can't look. I'm too damned pissed. This is Sefer's ship, and she entrusted me with its protection. Whilst I've been in charge, not a single soul has gotten aboard this vessel without my permission. And-"

"Revolver Ocelot?"

"Okay, that was an honest mistake. Nobody's perfect."

"Lucy - He was literally holding a sign that said "I am here for the express purpose of assassinating Sefer Yetzirah"!"

"Well, I couldn't read all the Kanji."

"It was written in Russian!"

"Oh? Yeah, I suppose it would've been. Anyway, you weird fetishist fucker-" she replied, turning to watchdog man, and drawing her second pistol, "-you've got some pretty big balls hiding away aboard Emperor Sefer's personal vessel. So I'll give you a choice - I can kick you out the airlock, I can shoot you, or I can throw you in a cage, and we'll let Sefer decide what to do with you when she gets back. Now, I'm a pretty heartless bitch, but even I have to strongly advise against that last option."

---

< Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap >

Vance scratched his chin. "Now, why did I make that guy carry that huge sign around with him? Well, fucked If I can remember. It was probably hilarious at the time or something."

He shrugged, and continued eating from his bag of pretzels, as Hell fell over, having forgotten how to stand still.

Watchdog Man discovered! Are those bullets of "Conviction" that you intend to shoot me with?

[ Aboard the Kusanagi: ]

Watchdog Man stared blankly at Lucy. "Wow, such anger," he deadpanned. "Haven't you heard of dogs who use public transport to aid them in hunting? I needed to hitch a ride. As 'guard dog' of the citizens, I can't just let you shoot me, but whatever I was bored anyhow. Just keep in mind...While you seem to think this battle is about to start, it's already over. You don't realize...Your slippers are already shredded."

< The Kusanagi >

"Public Transport!?" shouted Lucy. "This isn't public transportation! This is a military vessel! It literally has Dai-Takumifujiwara Tencock Gundam sprawled across both sides of it!"

"Dai... Dai-Takemikazuchi Tenkoku Kaigun." corrected Kira, disappointed.

"Yeah, that too! You know what that means, fuckboy? It's the Takeawaysushi Navy, which means it's not public transport at all, which means you have no place on this ship! Now, leave!"

At this, Lucy's Stand, Sympathy For The Devil, materialized behind her, already roaring in Anger. It shot towards Watchdog Man, propelled by flaming jets at the rear of its forearms, a flaming, burning fist speeding towards the intruder.

Turnabout is fair play! His "Heart" burns "Hotter" than "Fire" itself!!

[ Aboard the Cutsanailgrill: ]

Watchdog Man countered by leaping into the air, spinning around rapidly. The strike from his left paw was so strong that the entire ship was rocked by the impact. He shook his fist, smoldering and smoking as it was, but was generally unharmed. "Not bad, for a 40-something-year-old manga and anime move," he commented. "I might need to go Full-On Beast Mode for this..."

< The Kusanagi >

Lucy frowned, as Kira's stand, Gathering Clouds Of Heaven, materialized behind Watchdog Man. GCOH and SFTD circled around him.

"I've got this." replied Lilith, standing on one of the walkways high above, her Stand Only My Railgun having assumed the form of a large, shoulder-mounted lasergun. She pulled the trigger, and an enormous blast of energy consumed Watchdog Man, cutting clean through the bottom of the hull, and throwing him far out of the ship into the cold vacuum of beyond. Lilith had a delirious grin of pure ecstasy on her face, and her eyes were wild. The hull breach was quickly sealed by a hard-light field, which was then covered by quick-drying metal cement sprayed from within the workings of the outer hull.

Lucy laughed. "That was fucking badass!"

"I aim to please." she replied, as her Stand dematerialized. GCOH and SFTD quickly followed suit. Lucy threw her pistols into the air, and caught them in her underarm holsters. She stuck her tongue out at Kira, who was obviously impressed, but didn't want to show it.

The Sugarboat appears! Who are these "Town Folk" of legend!?

However, before Watchdog Man could expire, he was picked up by a passing ship. It had all sorts of big, shiny red hearts and sparkly pink clouds attached to it. With a glittery rainbow-colored tractor beam, it safely brought Watchdog Man inside. Rising up so it was level with the Kusanagi, the smaller Good Ship Sugarboat (with fancy red writing designating it as property of "The Town Folk") cruised alongside. From it, the unimaginable 'presence' of five flamboyant men could be felt...

<Tunisia>

D-Klak: "Impressive!"

*D-Klak, Nadle, and Bob run into the Stargate*

---

<Mordor>

*Huriel nods, and walks away*

---

<Malchior IV, Claws camp>

*Klak starts humming "I Believe I Can Fly"*

*Lalli Cain cleans his weapon*

Lalli Cain: "They'd better get here quick. Your wizard friend sounds like he doesn't sleep."

Me: They'll be here.

--

<Malchior IV, Stargate>

*The characters emerge from the Stargate. They are inside of a compound with several guards and scientists surrounding them. The guards all have their weapons raised*

Nadle: "Stop, we're friendly! We are friends of Major General Klak."

Guard: "A likely story!"

Nadle: "Quolas, get us out of here fast! I don't want to fight our Malchiorian friends."

---

<Neo Z'traa>

*Max-Eli slightly grins. Half of his face is charred*

Max-Eli: "Like it?"

Caiaphus: "You have your weapons now. If we didn't trust you, we would have kept them away. I ask that you reciprocate this trust."

Max-Eli: "....Fine. Come with me."


*Max-Eli starts walking, and Caiaphus follows*

---

<Kråvenhold>

*Barry is slammed to the ground, and is hit by Linkara's furry hat*

Barry: "Ow! No! No! You don't get to hurt me!"

*He runs up to Seran to punch him*

---

<Saskana>

*Ascheron feels something entering his mind*

Mazkertis: "Another human! With our combined might, we will cleanse this timeline, and make things right. Fight the fools that surround me, those who do not understand. I shall concern myself with my true enemy."

*Moe swoops down to attack Ascheron. Axalara is nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile, Cutter is climbing a ladder on a nearby energy spire*

*D-Klak (4) is swimming underneath them. Mazkertis appears next to him*

D-Klak (4): "Stop this madness....please, I-"

*Mazkertis grabs D-Klak (4) by the throat, and starts punching him. D-Klak (4) struggles, but is unable to stop the onslaught of fists.*

Mazkertis: "This is all your fault. YOUR. FAULT!"

*Mazkertis slams D-Klak (4) into the water, attempting to drown him. Perseus fires a Red Lantern blast at the wizard, and he is blasted away. Perseus rescues D-Klak (4) and flies him over to Spotter's platform*

D-Klak (4): *cough* "Thank you."

Perseus: "Don't mention it. Get him a medic, Spotter."

*Spotter salutes the Toa, and nods.*

*Mazkertis regains composure, and makes a sound similar to a growl. He strains, and shoots blasts of ice magic into the sea. Seconds later, it freezes. The wizard lowers himself onto the solid surface. Cutter jumps off of the ladder and runs towards him*

Cutter: "I'm ending this now!"

*He swings his axe towards Mazkertis, who crouches. The wizard then grabs Cutter by the leg, and trips him. Cutter starts to feel weak....*


OOS: Waiting on Malygos, DRJ, and Red for the rest.

<Tievie>

Tievie. It was once regarded as one of the greatest achievements of the human race. A populous, grandiose planet the shade of maroon that was home to humanity's finest cultural pioneers. Billions across the galaxy gathered there over the space of ten years to share details of their culture with others, so that they might learn more about each other and together better the methods of the Galactic Government they were all members of. However, it was not to last. The Borg waged war on the planet, seeing it as a ball full of delicious information just hanging in space, waiting to be assimilated. Tievie was ill prepared for such an attack, despite the tactical ingenuity of its leaders, and fell in the space of a day. Those who did not escape were immediately assimilated into the Borg Collective, and Tievie itself turned into a giant interplanetary docking station for Borg vessels. As anyone who has studied this subject in the Knowledge Dimension will know, the Borg drones of Tievie were later exterminated by a stronger, allied force, and the planet was occupied by humans once more... except these humans did not want to deconstruct the Borg's lingering creations, but instead use them to connect themselves to a gigantic telepathic network.

Now, in the present day, a tear in space ripped itself open in the orbit of the planet and a red-cloaked figure stepped out. He then drew his sword and sealed the tear behind him while whispering words of a strange, ancient dialect. While putting his sword back in his sheath, the figure turned towards Tievie and narrowed his eyes. The sight of the once-thriving world now covered in green and black tech did not please him, for he had seen how it was before on his many adventures through time. The figure took a brownish scroll from his robe, unfurled it and read its contents aloud.

Quolas wrote:"Dear Nosmilo. I have entrusted you with this vital task above even Lite himself, so listen well. If you followed the co-ordinates that I gave you to the letter, you will find yourself in the near future, floating above a planet left for dead. The cylindrical-shaped device that I strapped to your back is a temporal displacement device, similar to the ones placed in the cores of Earth and Tybion. You must find a way to the core and locate the root of the Borg infection, specifically where the main power cell is stored. Remember: Anyone you may encounter resembling living beings are not so; they are no different than the Borg drones that came before them. Once you have reached the core, disconnect the main power cell from the Borg mainframe with the code 813375 and replace it with the temporal displacement device on your back. When you have completed this task, you must leave immediately, for the device will activate ten seconds later and engulf the entire solar system in a temporal field that will reverse it to how it was many years ago... to how it is supposed to be. I trust you will not fail me, Nosmilo. If you do... you have failed us all. Tievie is needed now more than ever before.

Enra henli lo jai twekka fai lo.

~Quolas"

Nosmilo furrowed his brow and scrunched up the note to put back in his robe. Drawing his sword again, he sliced another tear in reality and stepped through, closing it behind him. For a brief moment, he felt the winds of the void rush against his orange, cloth-like skin as he travelled through nothingness before arriving at his destination just moments later - a dark, menacing metal corridor lit only by flickering green lights placed behind black circuitry. The area was completely silent except for an underlying humming noise and the hissing of steam, as the old cooling systems struggled to keep this part of the facility from melting into the core of the planet. Nosmilo marched down the corridor until he found a window to examine the core through. Sure enough, the power cells were there, protected by a forcefield just above the surface of the planet's core. Nosmilo's eyes widened and he stamped his foot on the ground in frustration.

"Are you kidding me?! I am NOT going out in THAT!" He shouted to himself.

Unfortunately, it seemed his outburst attracted the attention of someone there. Nosmilo spun around as he heard a coughing noise behind him, followed by a short groan. In front of him was a human man encased in a metallic pod like this attached to the wall. The top part of the pod slid upwards, revealing his face. His skin was white but with a shade of green, indicating an illness of some sort. His messy brown hair had obviously been left unwashed for some time. He had large bags under his eyes, and it took him a minute to focus properly on Nosmilo's face. When he did, he gasped and slid out of the pod and onto the floor, in a cowering position.

"Who... who are you?!" The human stuttered, backing up against the wall.

"It is none of your concern."

"What are you doing here?"

Nosmilo turned back to the window and pointed at the main power cell. "I am here to replace your power cell."

"Wait... that means you're... turning it off?"

Nosmilo nodded. "Yes. Never to turn on again."

The man's expression changed from one of dumb confusion to one of utter rage. "The memes... I NEED THE MEMES!" He screamed, and charged at Nosmilo. The Time Guardian was pushed against the window and it shattered against his weight, with the shards falling into the planet's core and evaporating instantly. Nosmilo grabbed onto a pipe underneath the broken window with one hand, and the human's arm with the other, to stop them both meeting the same fate. However, the man's skin began to melt due to the incredible heat, and he screamed in pain.

Nosmilo got to work. He lifted up the human and placed his hands on the pipe next to him. Despite the heat and the melting of his flesh, the man hung on for dear life... or the memes that he valued more than life. Nosmilo shimmied across the pipe and towards the power cell. When he got to the keypad that Quolas described in the note, he entered the code and the forcefield around the cell deactivated. Nosmilo removed the power cell from the magnetic clamps and dropped it into the core below. When the human beside him saw this, he screamed and grabbed onto the temporal displacement device strapped to Nosmilo's back, even though his arms were but bones covered in burning muscle.

"Get off me!" Nosmilo shouted, but the man did not listen.

"LEAVE THE MEMES ALONE!" He screeched back, and attempted to wrestle the device off of Nosmilo's back. Nosmilo then realized he had no choice... but to put the memer out of his misery.

Hanging onto the pipe with his left hand, Nosmilo drew his sword with his right and used it to slice what's left of an arm off the human. The human cried out, only hanging on with one hand now, and tried to shuffle away, but it was no use. Nosmilo then took a deep breath, and cried a word that had not been heard in BZPB for many years.

"FLAMMATION!!!"

A stream of fire then shot from his sword, engulfing the human completely and burning away whatever flesh was left. The charred skeleton fell from the railing and into the planet's core. With no time to lose, Nosmilo sheathed his sword, removed the power cell from its magnetic clamps and dropped it into the core as well. He then took the temporal displacement device from his back, plugged it into the clamps and pressed the "on" button.

"This better work."

And with that, Nosmilo drew his sword again, sliced open a spacial tear beneath him and let go of the pipe. He fell into the tear and disappeared back to wherever he came from, unaware that in the time period he was just in, he was considered long dead.

-----

From orbit, Tievie began to shake as the temporal displacement device fulfilled its purpose. The Borg technology began to rapidly recede into nothingness, and the cities of the original Tievie rebuilt themselves in their place. The planet spun backwards at incredible speed, as did the other planets around it, Esfores, Zlashbi and Arnineké, to mention a few. People on the intergalactic outposts bordering the system watched in amazement as the dead planets restored themselves. Within a matter of minutes, the empire was restored. The outposts lit up in celebration, with the crew onboard breaking out the drinks and embracing each other, knowing that everything is back as it should be.

...or is it?

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<User HQ>

User Kon leaned back on his chair, sipping some apple juice. He was not expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen today, because User LM had not yet posted. However, the universe was starting to catch up with him, and posts were starting to write themselves. How did he know this? Because his computer suddenly switched from Steam to bzpb.rpg-board.net, where this post began to write itself in the submission form. He choked for a moment on his apple juice before throwing it over his shoulder and staring at disbelief at his computer screen.

"How could this happen?!" He asked himself.

Suddenly, a command prompt popped up on his computer and started to execute seemingly random commands.

Code:

struct group_info "Tievie_system [UNNAMED]" temporal_reversal 100 kliks CB

init_groups = { .usage = ATOMIC_INIT(2) };

struct group_info *groups_alloc(int gidsetsize){

    struct group_info *group_info;

    int nblocks;

    int i;

#USERS_UNBAN name = "Norman Osborn"

......................

......................

##end prompt


As User Kon rose from his chair in shock, the door to his room was kicked in by the one, the only, Dr. Hax.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAX!" The doctor screamed, pointing an accusatory finger at User Kon's computer. A computer of Hax's own was thrown forth, smashing into Kon's at great speed and crushing it completely. Kon put his hands on his face with a look of terror, hoping, wishing, that that had not happened, even though it was probably for the best.

"Dr. Hax, what the hell did you do that for?!"

"Because of THE HAAAAX!"

"Well, couldn't you have just gotten someone to UNHACK it? I had a lot of stuff on that computer that I'll never get back now..."

Dr. Hax gave his response in the form of an angry glare. Kon shook his head, crossed his arms and walked to the door, wondering if there was anyone sensible outside who could help him figure out what in the world just happened.

<Saskana>

Malygos stumbled back, a conjured shield absorbing the brunt of the impact, but such a hastily constructed shield could not deflect so much raw power, and they were knocked skyward by the impact.

Malygos glared down at the newcomer. "So, the face of Luria finally makes his appearance, and siding with the madman who would destroy entire planets for the sake of his doomed plan." Their hands glowed with magic. "I grow tired of these games." A paralytic spell fell below, attempting to trap Ascheron and Mazkertis within a blue runic circle. The circle began to glow with power.

"Indignation." And with a word, a bolt of wild energy fell from the heavens, tearing into the circle and exploding with great destructive force.

---

<the Bahamut>

One crewmate swore. "Damn it. We could have blown those bastards out of the skies if they hadn't interfered."

Admiral van Baelsar dismissed him. "We can use this to the greater advantage of the Dominion. Hail the Takemikazuchi ship." The frequency was opened. "This is Admiral Gaius van Baelsar, Grand Admiral of the Imperial Fleet and commander of the Dominion flagship Bahamut. As you are here, perhaps you could settle a...dispute, we have been having."

---

<Sapsa, Government Building>

Sefer is escorted inside a grand chamber, shaped like an inverted pyramid. Towers of luminescent plant matter line each chair and column within the chamber, each ornately carved in the manner of a grand sea serpent. A representation of what no doubt was Leviathan hung above them, from the ceiling, a reminder of the power that lay before all of them. "Spacenoid Sefer Yetzirah, Empress of the Takemikazuchi Empire." a guard announced.

A hundred figures, each decorated lavishly in blue scales, stopped their chittering to look at the newcomer. Their leader, a tall, powerful figure who displayed the crest of their people on their front, decorated in a large, frilled headdress, stood up. "I am Greatfather Voll, Leader of the Whorlspeaker Council. Why have you come before us, starwalker?" Her voice was harsh, female, like one who had seen many battles.

Below the depths, a grand sea serpent began to stir...

---

<Liquid Metallicon>

Just as Fourteen's mouth began to close on Sachiel's neck, Sachiel pushed away, a wave crashing into Fourteen. "And let me show you, pirate scum, why they call me Sachiel, angel of water." He raised his hands, tendrils of water lashing out at Fourteen's chest.

< Saskana >

Ascheron was blown clear off the battlefield by the immense power of Malygos's attack, which scorched his golden armor and shredded his blood-red robes to tatters. He turned in the air, his massive wings of light affording him considerable grace and ease of movement in spite of his huge bulk.

"It is better that worlds are destroyed than be ruled by such xenos scum as yourself, Malygos." he replied, as the burned and melted segments of his battleplate ejected. Now, he was wearing his blood-red robes, with only a light armoring of his upper chest, collar, and skirt. He was also still wearing his boots and gauntlets, and his broadswords were still safely secured either side of his belt. He held the spear out beside him, the tip expanding to a flaming blade as long as a sword's.

"Not so fast." interrupted Telemecus, floating up between Ascheron and Maylgos. He pressed his fists together, and six golden rings of energy materialized in the air behind him. Inside each of these rings, another six rings materialized, rapidly spinning. By the time Ascheron realized what was happening, it was too late.

"SIXXXU RINGGSSSUUU-!! GATTTULLLINGGGU GAAAAAANNUU-!!"

An overwhelming hail of fire emerged from the six rings, golden bolts of energy speeding towards him. Ascheron flew upwards, his broadswords detaching from his sides, yet somehow continuing to fly alongside him. Their blades split in half, revealing a large, high-caliber rifle barrel concealed inside each one.

"Outriders-!" he shouted, the swords flying off to assault Telemecus. Controlled telepathically by Ascheron, they orbited Telemecus erratically, firing blasts of green plasma at the rings, quickly destroying them. Telemecus panicked, attempting to turn to shoot them down, but they were moving too fast. They completely destroyed the six rings, before moving in to finish him off. A blast of darkness energy deflected them, fired from below by Nemesis. Exhausted, Telemecus turned and fled, regrouping with the other members of the FFFF.

The Outriders flew back up to Ascheron, orbiting him, barrels crackling with green lightning. He grinned, couching his spear, and charging downwards towards Malygos. The outriders shot off to either side of him, flanking Maylgos, and preparing to fire.

"This universe is entering a new era! The final gate is opening - and I shall be the one to open it!" he roared, speeding towards his opponent.

---

< The Divine Providence, Saskana Orbit >

The hail was received, and a transmission responded in kind.

"This is Rokubungi Gendo, Prime Minister of the Takemikazuchi Empire, and acting Captain of the Divine Providence. We are open to co-operation."

---

< Sapsa, Government Building >

"I represent the Takemikazuchi Empire. If you haven't heard of us, it means we've been doing our job correctly." she replied, smirking. She began to casually pace the grand chamber, half-heartedly inspecting it. "We are a small, isolationist empire, who occupy the Shangri-La system and lay no claim to any further territories beyond that. We are not interested in war, or expansionism. We merely desire stability, and to strive for the greater good."

She turned to Greatfather Voll, staring up at her through her fringe.

"I have come to propose an alliance between our two peoples, in the interest of stability. These are the terms of my offer; The Takemikazuchi and Sahagin would enter into a mutual nonaggression pact, with the possibility of a mutual defense treaty being decided upon at a later date, and the borders of our two nations would be opened to each other, with both movement and trade being unrestricted."

Sefer looked away, and began pacing the chamber again. "In addition, our home system possesses three habitable planets, known as Melchior, Caspar, and Balthazar. As Spacenoids, our people have little need of them, but we would be willing to allow the construction of jointly-administrated Sahagin colonies within their oceans. In exchange, we would request that bases and outposts of the Sahagin naval fleet be open to use by vessels of the Takemikazuchi navy. Due to us possessing no outposts beyond the Shangri-La system, the operating distances of our fleets are often limited. Or, so I'm told."

She turned once more to face Voll. "Finally, we would be open to sharing information regarded the trump card of the Takemikazuchi Empire..." she replied, as Cruel Angel's Thesis materialized behind her, hovering in the air. "...the prototype God known as a Stand."

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< Sapsa, Orbit, The Kusanagi >

The mysterious vessel received a hail from the Kusanagi.

"This is Captain Zero of the Takemikazuchi vessel Kusanagi. State your intention and purpose, and withdraw from the vicinity of our vessel, or we shall be forced to destroy you."

<Malchior IV, Bourba>

*Dreis pulls his leg away from Asled's kick, yanks him off balance with his own grapple and knees him in the gut, winding the bigger man.*

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<AtSad>

Ray: Man, it sure sounds rough... what happened on your home world?

The pair pass through a small district containing pubs and bars. The spaceport is visible up ahead.

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<Deep Space, Unknown System>

Calm fiddles with the control lever of the escape shuttle. The fuel indicator marks that he has enough helium-3 to get him to Helioptris, a mining world the other side of Bask-Baou. After plotting the course into the shuttle's computer, Calm settles back on the G-Couch and begins meditating.

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<Deep Space, Saskana System>

Breaker turned the wheel a fraction, guiding the ship onto the glowing yellow path overlay on the starscreen. Rebekah responded to Breakers touch with extreme finesse, matching his every move. Breaker hit two buttons on the centre console, sending Rebekah into autopilot. Breaker nodded to himself, before moving back into the bowels of the dimly lit interior. From the exterior, the ship resembled an ancient Ironclad, its conning tower shortened, and the lifeboats replaced with large revolving missile silos. The interior was cramped and cold, with exposed piping and metalwork. A simple kitchen/dining space occupied the mid-fore of the ship, with three chambers leading away from it; two bedrooms and a bathroom. The bridge sat atop the communal area, accessed via a tiny staircase, which Breaker now descended, to find DeRossi sat at the table, legs on the surface, eating cheese and drinking from a crystal glass of red wine. Breaker made a face, which DeRossi chose to ignore, and moved to pour a cup of coffee. The thick black brew steamed in the cold air.

"We're approaching Saskana now. Takemikazuchi vessel is still in the quadrant; Heaven's know what their business is here," Breaker grumbled in his gravelly drawl. DeRossi took no note other than to raise on thin eyebrow at the statement. Breaker downed the coffee, still hot, and picked his hat off the table, fixing it to his waxed hair. He stroked one moustachio, then moved to his bedroom. He emerged a few minutes later, with his coat and weapons about him. He had left his backpack in the room.

"I'll go out in the drone."

Breaker moved through the ship, navigating his way to an aft chamber. Set into the floor was a convex mound, and set into that was a hatch. Breaker twisted the crank, opening the hatch and revealing a small cockpit. He swung himself down into the space, strapping himself into a frame that attached to his arms, legs and head. He pulled on gloves, and a panoramic view screen flickered into life around him, with a tactical overlay displaying fuel, weapons systems and damage reports. A flick of a switch sent the Drone out into the void, and Breaker initiated the thrusters, propelling himself toward the Divine Providence.

Flamboyance revealed! Listen to their "Song" and tremble!!

[ Sapsa, Orbit, Kusanagi & The Good Ship Sugarboat: ]

As the Kusanagi contacts the Sugarboat, for a time, it is silent. Then, a throbbing kind of musical beat is returned, along with haunting lyrics...

Body! Body!
Wanna feel my body!
Body! Body!
Wanna touch my body!
Body! Body!
It's too hot, my body...

Thankfully, the crew of the Kusanagi gets no visual feed from the Sugarboat. However, a lilting kind of macho man's voice replies to Zero, "Tsk, it's fine, baby...Just make sure you don't throw anyone out again. This puppy-boy here almost died." In the background, a long, mournful howl could be heard. "Hush now, baby! We're dropping you off at the next planet, you'll be fine." All the while, very suggestive musical stylings could be heard pumped up in the background. In a cosmic-level act of mercy, the Good Ship Sugarboat lost interest, and wheeled away at high speeds.

<AtSad, spaceport>

Zae: Invasion... ZFT. Then alien team came, destroy citadel, and people fight back. Battle continues... don't know when will end.

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<AtSad, Amy and Nikolai's shop>

*Upon receiving the tin of sardines, Kek tries to open and peel back the lid with his teeth*

*Another customer grits his teeth and confronts Kek: he is a beefy muscular human man with white skin and a blonde crop cut hairstyle; he wears sunglasses with a red t-shirt with six MP5 grenades strapped to it; an obvious security risk which has been overlooked for some reason*

Duke Nukem: I'm gonna rip out your eye and piss on your brain!

Kek: Fuck my ass, what else?

*Nukem slams Kek's face into the counter and lifts him into the air*

Nukem: Step right up and get some!

*Kek giggles maniacally and makes a grab for Nukem's sunglasses so that he can poke him in the eye*

*Before Kek can do so, Nukem hurls him into a wall face-first on the other side of the room*

*Nukem then turns to Amy and grins*

Nukem: No need to thank me, baby, it's what I do. You got something for me?

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<Malchior IV, Stargate>

Quolas: What next in the parade of constant interruptions?

*Quolas draws his sword and slices a vertical spacial tear open between the group and the guards, which leads to the Claws camp elsewhere on the planet*

*Everyone (hopefully) jumps in*

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<Kråvenhold>

*Seran is punched backwards into a chair that wasn't there before*

*Seran rolls off it in pain, so Spoony grabs the chair and breaks it over Barry's back, imitating a move used by his favorite wrestler*

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<Neo Z'traa>

*Xikila follows Max-Eli and Caiaphus while observing the desolate landscape around them*

*She wonders what technology could have done this and if the perpetrators are still out there somewhere*

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<Unknown location>

The electronic iris of a single-eyed robot lit up in a dimly-lit room. The robot examined its environment, detecting nothing but even more robots... an army of them, in fact, most looking like this but with some looking like this. One by one, their irises lit up and the room filled with the sound of mechanical whirring as the robots unfolded themselves out of their dormant positions. The first robot searched its databanks for information on the time and date, its current objectives, and how long it has been dormant. A great deal of information flooded into its mind, reminding it of everything that had happened since its creation. It was once a Z-bot, part of an army of robot-alien hybrids nicknamed "Transmorphers" that had taken over the Shattered Mirror version of Earth hundreds of years ago. However, they were eventually defeated by a human rebellion and shut down. Those that were not reprogrammed to rebuild Earth were shot into space where they could never cause harm again... or so the humans thought. Instead, these deactivated robots were discovered in their shuttle by another outcast by the name of Yon, who had just stumbled into the universe through a plothole. He found the robots, used his limited knowledge of programming to program them with his objectives, and then had an idea. He implanted a miniature computer chip in his arm that broadcasted a signal that kept the robots dormant, so that, in the event of his death, the robots would activate and avenge him by eliminating all of the targets whose names he had programmed into them. Yon then sent the ship on its way through the plothole he had emerged from that led to the main BZPB multiverse, but before he could follow them through in the Unifeyed, he was captured by SM Ta'har and thrown in prison.

The thing is, when Yon programmed them, the only people he had gripes with were the Brotherhood of Makuta (for attacking his ship), Vok (for trying to hunt him down), and a wide range of anime characters who would frequently try to annoy him by interrupting his sleep by shouting in Japanese and trying to steal his stuff. This leaves only two factions left for the YONBOTS to do battle with... the BoM and... anime characters in general!

It was then that the YONBOT realized why it had been awakened now. The deactivation signal was no longer transmitting, which could either mean that a) Yon's arm's been cut off, b) Yon's in another plane of existence, c) Yon is dead, or d) All of the above. The YONBOT, and all of its fellow YONBOTS, powered up their weapons and prepared to avenge their Terugan master. Together they blasted a hole in the roof of the complex and began their journey to the nearest inhabited planet: Sapsa.

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<Meme World>

TTT, Bateman, CIA, Hungry-man, Mr. Blobby, TFPOFF, TGWWEIM, Car Guard, John Freeman, Caged Gorilla and the Happy People thought over the offer. TGWWEIM cracked his knuckles, and TFPOFF did a dance. After a couple minutes, they all came to their decisions.

John Freeman was the first to approach Ayy. He bore a maniacal grin. "alien from science and outer spaice, thanks i could help but i have battle to win in another time. maybe you will see again but my grand sun TTT is good to help bro."

And with that, John Freeman saluted and took off into the sky. He disappeared, leaving a trail of smoke behind him. The Happy People also politely declined the request to join the second team, as their mission was to fight evil with cheer and positivity instead of violence. The Caged Gorilla pounded its fists on its chest, saying "OO OOH OOH AAA AAHHH!" and pulled the joystick in the cage which sent the vehicle into reverse, down the hill and out of view. Mr. Blobby screamed "BLOBBY BLOBBY BLOBBY!" and ran after the Caged Gorilla, his rubber arms flapping behind him in the wind.

Under normal circumstances, Hungry-man would have dismissed the idea of being part of any kind of collaborative effort, but if his old pal BONES was counting on him, he might just have to sign up. He crossed his arms, belched, and then went to talk to Ayy.

"How's me ol' BONES, then? He gonna make it? He better FOCKin make it..."

"The damage he sustained in the battle with Wiseau was severe. His BONES still rattle with his magical energies, but they can no longer hold together in the form of a suitable body for him to occupy."

Hungry-man then cried and fell to his knees. "Take me, ol' mate! I'ma waitin' for ya!"

Suddenly, there was a high-pitched scream across the hillside. The Shell-Shocked Cat immediately put its jelly dolphin in a satchel on its back and ran on all fours towards the the sound. At the top of the next hill yonder, she saw that the crash survivors had nearly succeeded in dismantling the wreckage of Hungry-man's log cabin. She ran down the hill and towards the site, where she found the woman screaming and got her attention by slapping her with the dolphin. Unfortunately, this woman was a normal, human woman who had seen many strange sights in the BZPB Multiverse, but never a talking cat, so she screamed some more. All this screaming was starting to trigger war flashbacks in the Shell-Shocked Cat, so it slapped the woman with the dolphin until she finally shut up, and then grabbed her top with her articulate claws and pulled her close.

"What's going on here?!" the Shell-Shocked Cat said to the woman in its high-pitched, cat-like voice. "Why are you screaming?!"

"I... um, I was helping to take apart the gigantic toilet, when... I... I took out the matter converter, and there was a skeleton inside it!"

The woman started to cry, and the SSC let go of her. It leapt over to the skeleton, which was still folded up in the now-deactivated matter converter, and then had an idea. "BONES!"

< The Takemikazuchi vessel Covenant >

Lucrezia Sephirah sped through the hallway, flanked on either side by two Tokubetsu Butai soldiers - the elite special forces of the Takemikazuchi. Dr. Solana Esperon followed behind, gazing out of the window running along the right side of the hallway. Two Takemikazuchi vessels - the Terminus and the Dominion - were holding their position, about 30km out from the Covenant. Fighter craft and Astrays were patrolling the immediate area.

"Are they here to help?" asked Esperon, nervously playing with the collar of her lab coat.

"No." replied Lucrezia, nonchalantly. "They're here to take care of the aftermath if this all goes wrong."

The group entered the laboratory at the end of the hallway. A raised circular walkway filled with scientific stations surrounded a transparent, cylindrical room, about the diameter of a car. Inside was a transparent cylindrical container, filled with antidermis. The scientists present were observing it, worriedly.

"Any change in its status?" asked Lucrezia. Esperon walked to a console, and tapped in a few commands.

"None."

"Begin the experiment."

The doors to the lab slid shut, and red light flooded the room. The science crew began inputting commands. Sparks surrounded the antidermis chamber, amplified by a series of rings lowered around its surface.

"Ego presence confirmed. Beginning psycho-induction."

"10. 15. 25. 40. 55. 75. Ego barrier penetrated - Neo-synapse responses detected."

"Switch to magnetic alignment fields." instructed Esperon. The rings retracted, replaced by a single, large ring, which shot six beams of light into the antidermis. It began to glow red, moving within the container like magma.

"Particles aligned. Neo-synapse production confirmed. Persona barrier reached in 10."

"Full ego integration. Id has successfully materialized. Persona barrier in 5, 4, 3, 2-"

"The Ego's going beserk! It's going to cannabalize itself!" shouted one of the assistants. An alarm sounded. "Force persona barriers 1-through-108 apart!" they added, as the glass began to crack, the entire ship shaking.

"Retract alignment ring!" ordered Esperon, gritting her teeth. "Fire the psycho-wave neutralizer!"

One of the assistants flicked open the cover of a large, red button, and pressed it. "No response!"

"Persona emergence in 7! 6! 5!-"

The glass cracked, and the red antidermis exploded outwards, stopping short of the walls of the chamber, before retracting inwards, forming a perfect, blood-red orb.

"3! 2! 1! Self-awareness achieved! It's going to emerge!"

Lucrezia grinned. "Well, at least that means his psyche's still in one piece. Fire protodermis jets."

A red, crystalline arm violently emerged from the red orb, liquid antidermis spraying out of the fissure it shot forth from like high-pressure blood. It lunged towards Lucrezia's direction, but stopped as sprays of protodermis shot forth from the edges of the chamber, hardening on impact, locking it in place. A terrible psychic roar of anger emerged from the orb; Esperon flinched, whilst one of the assistants fell forwards, unconscious, with another clutching her ears, screaming, as blood trickled from between her fingers. The jets cut off, the antidermis orb suspended in midair, frozen in place. The arm shattered, falling to the ground as dust, with only the perfect red sphere remaining. The alarm ceased. Lucrezia smiled, then turned to the scientists.

"You are to leave this vessel immediately; It is now under the direct jurisdiction of the Shinsengumi. All activities in the past six hours are classified under penalty of death."

The scientists collectively nodded and stood up to leave, taking their injured comrades with them. Lucrezia paced the circumference of the walkway, observing the antidermis sphere within.

"Is it him?" asked Esperon, nervously.

"It's Shepard, alright. Though honestly... what Emperor Sefer wants with him is beyond me."

<User World>

User MK: What?! What happened?

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<Saskana>

*Mazkertis is dragged into the circle. He is hit by the Indignation spell, and is heavily injured. Mazkertis crashes into a nearby energy spire Cutter nods at Malygos from afar, as the wizard Asved his life.*

*Mazkertis gasps in pain as the energy cackles around him. He begins to use his magic to absorb it, and starts to heal his wounds*

D-Klak (4): "*weakly* What?! No!"

*Spotter shoots at Ascheron from afar with his pistol to help Malygos and Telemecus*

*Mazkertis has now absorbed the energy in the spire. He flies back to the frozen lake, and grabs Cutter by the neck.*

Mazkertis: (tp) "In absorbing life, I use your universe's energy to fix it. It fixes itself, and time will be corrected once I am finished. So your friends...."

*Cutter struggles, but his life force continues to be drained out of him*

Mazkertis: "Will be restored."

*Cutter is dropped onto the ice. He grits his teeth, then smiles*

Cutter: "He'll lose....the Shepherd wills it."

*Cutter closes his eyes and takes his last breath. He dies.*

Perseus: "NO! YOU BASTARD!"

*Perseus angrily charges at Mazkertis. The wizard fires a ray at him, frying the Toa's armor and reducing his Lantern power. Perseus is knocked unconscious by this attack.*

*Suddenly, Axalara appears behind Mazkertis, and kicks him away*

Axalara: "BOTH of you have done enough here, you monsters! Innocents have suffered because of your efforts! I have had enough, THIS ENDS HERE!"

*Axalara's arms begin to glow with green energy. Her eyes turn completely white as she musters up as much elemental power as she can. Mazkertis gets up and looks at her inquisitively*

D-Klak (4): "What....."

*He yells to everyone*

D-Klak (4): "Oh crap, SHE'S GOING TO GO NOVA! SHE'S GOING TO GO NOVA! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!"

*Axalara uses all of this power to create a massive wind, equivalent to that of a Category Five hurricane. The gust blasts Mazkertis away, and nearly bends several nearby spires. Anyone caught in the vicinity of this wind is immediately knocked away*

*She angrily continues her assault, hoping that it will force the wizard to surrender, or at least kill him. The quasi-hurricane continues its onslaught, until a black coated figure is seen slowly standing up. Axalara attempts to ignore this. The figure gets closer and closer, and appears to be struggling against the storm.*

D-Klak (4): "*weakly* No....no...no....That's impossible"

*The dark figure is soon a few metres away from Axalara. It is none other than Mazkertis himself. He dashes forward and grabs the now weakened Axalara, his tattered cloak dangling from his arms and shoulders. The Toa weakly winces, as she seems to accept her fate. Her Nova Blast had drained her of her powers, and now she was defenseless.*

*Suddenly, Moe, in his regular form, jumps on top of Mazkertis. They begin to struggle, and Axalara falls to the floor. Moe stabs Mazkertis several times with a hidden blade tied to his wrists. The wizard slams Moe onto the ice, and makes a noise similar to a scream. He flies up into the air, and begins absorbing the energy of several nearby spires. Despite this increase in power, Mazkertis is still bleeding, and his cloak is still tattered. His mask has several cracks in it.*

Mazkertis: (tp to all) "Do not interfere with me, or the twice the plagues of this battle shall come to you! Gabriel, I recommend leaving this infernal place. We shall reconvene in time."

*Mazkertis flies into a portal and disappears. But the battle is not over. Ascheron continues his fight, and Spotter keeps shooting his gun at him*

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<Liquid Metallicon>

*Fourteen is knocked back by the water. He knew that Sachiel had expertise in magics, but he had mistakenly assumed that it was only used for medicinal purposes*

Fourteen: "Alright, time for this bloody game."

*Fourteen attempts to telepathically flood Sachiel's mind with horrible images. Meanwhile, he reaches for his pistol*

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<Malchior IV, Bourba>

*Asled falls down, then gets back up, laughing*

Asled: "You're good son, real good. Maybe even one of the best."

*He holds out his hand to shake it*

Asled: "I know some people who'd be very interested in your talent."

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<Malchior IV, Claws Camp>

*Bob, Kakamu, Quolas, D-Klak, and Nadle all appear*

Me: Told you! Hello everyone! Glad to see that you're all alive and okay!

*Everyone greets each other*

Me: Now, where's Anzu? We need to get a move on.

D-Klak: "Yes. We have to go to Saskana, that's where I remember fighting Mazkertis."

Me: Wait, WHAT?! You fought Mazkertis again? Are they crazy? Why would they put you in harm's way like that?!

D-Klak: "Yes, I did. Next time, coordinate your time traveling with other people! Otherwise, you'd get two of me."

Lalli Cain: "Three of you, you mean."

Bob: "Shut up, Lalli."

*Nadle attempts to telepathically contact David Robert Jones*

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<Kråvenhold>

*Barry is knocked to the ground*

Barry: "OH YEAH?"

*Barry grabs Spoony by the shirt collar, and slams him into the ground*

Barry: "I bring the pain!"

*JC Denton attempts to calibrate his drone augmentation. Meanwhile, Doug and Paul Latza charge at Barry, hoping to use their attacks on him*

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OOS: Switching to past tense because I feel like it...

<Neo Z'traa>

*Max-Eli led the group to a small camp, where several Vrai were seen living a day-to-day life. Several soldiers went up to them, and aimed their guns at them. Max-Eli told them in their native tongue that the Makuta were allies. The Vrai guards eyed the Makuta suspiciously, and nodded. Max-Eli turned to Caiaphus and his allies*

Max-Eli: "I will speak to our generals about the possible alliance. The guards will watch you now."

*Max-Eli walks away*

*Caiaphus spoke in Matoran to Xikella and Ricochet so that the Vrai would have trouble understanding them*

Caiaphus: "Bon'aan wati *click* *whirr* sheh *whirr*. Ti'ih fateh *click* zukule *beep*. (Stay easy, friends. We do not want to arouse suspicion)."

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<Meme World>

*Hide The Pain Harold considered the offer, but he declined. He knew that his duty was to hide the pain, and be a Kind Old Man™ to all around him, especially on Meme World. He wished the new Dongers luck. Once the woman screamed, he rushed on over to her.*

Harold: "What is it, my lady?"

*He smiled as he saw the bones be revealed*

*Hassan-ill-Sabah did not respond to the Ayy-Liums' request. He was too cool, and a r00d d00d. Besides, he planned on dropping his sick b33ts in a new mixtape that was coming up soon.*

*Meanwhile, James and Franz, his m8, were w8ing to be rescued*

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<Unknown Location>

*In front of the YONBOTS there arose a mysterious yellow and blue entity. Some say that it was created by a mad scientist who was involved with the YONBOT project and wanted to create his own prototype. Others say that it had existed long before the YONBOTS. It was made by a combination of machine, man, and the meme energies that permeate many locations, including the Stouttish Islands, Meme World, the Supermax prisons, and Tievie. These energies, known by the Great Beings as "HahaJ'UsT-Seying", had animated the creature. It had its intentions regarding anime before it was put in cryonic sleep. A journalist claimed that it had said "I will rid the universe of anime" before being subdued by security guards. The awakening of the YONBOTS summoned it as well, and it had renewed purpose. The entity had a strange smile on his face, and a pair of sunglasses along with it. It turned around and looked at the YONBOT army. The being spoke with a robotic voice, but its mouth did not move.*

???: "It begins!"

OOS: Waiting on DRJ for the rest

<User HQ>

User Kon: Something hacked into my computer, so our friend Dr. Hax smashed the hell out of it. Mind if I use yours to find out what's going on?

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<Malchior IV, Claws Camp>

*Quolas seals the spatial tear behind him*

*Muta, Vyrrh, Arkhite and Ikhet approach Kakamu*

Vyrrh: Ah, Kakamu! It's good to see you back in one piece!

Kakamu: Glad to see you made it. How's Muta?

Muta: I am well. All my limbs are functioning at maximum performance.

*Ikhet puts his hand on Kakamu's shoulder and smiles*

Ikhet: Grzzchk k'vez kro janna ti'ih Mazkertis cha'kec.

*Arkhite activates his Rau as Ikhet talks*

Arkhite: He says that he is ready to do battle against Mazkertis.

*Ikhet nods and removes his arm. Kakamu seems puzzled*

Kakamu: I know.

Arkhite: Wait, you do?

Kakamu: He speaks Kestoran. Honestly, with all the time you spent on the Red Star, I'm surprised you haven't learned it by now.

*Masaharu scratches his neck with his foot while Micros sits on his shoulder observing the camp*

Micros: Bloody hell, we have an army now. Let's just hope that wizard doesn't bring a Hulk next time, eh?

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<Kråvenhold>

*Spoony has his wind knocked out of him, so he lays groaning in the deep, Spoony-shaped hole in the ground*

Paul Latza: Hey, when I said that I like "deep plots", that's not what I meant!

*Doug tries to punch Barry, but the Mean Old Man ducks under the punch and knees him in the crotch*

*Doug falls to his knees in pain*

Linkara: That's it... I'M GONNA GET YOU!

*Linkara runs at Barry with startling speed, heading for a collision course*

*Meanwhile, Mortimer is on the roof of the barn, trying to fight off a gryphon that's pecking at him*

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<Neo Z'traa>

Xikila: Chuu'mak hi'the *whirr* klik klik ti'ih *beep* huu sha zzbt cor'ok hi *click* vrai klik (These Vrai are interesting creatures. I have never seen them before today.)

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<Sapsa system>

*The small army of YONBOTS all scan the stranger with their mechanical eyes and speak in Yon's voice after processing the information*

YONBOTS: Unknown entity detected. Identify yourself!

< San Fransisco, 2000s, the Space Pirate Captain Eurobeat's Self-Insert Fanfiction AU >

*CE-Sefer is sitting in The Room. CE-Eurobeat enters The Room, carrying a box*

CE-Eurobeat: Hi babe. I've something for youuuuu.

CE-Sefer: *Laughs* What is it?

CE-Eurobeat: Just a little something.

*CE-Eurobeat hands her a box. Inside is a Captain Eurobeat cosplay.*

CE-Sefer: Eurobeat, it's beautiful. Can I try it on now?

CE-Eurobeat: Sure, it's yours.

CE-Sefer: *Kisses Eurobeat* You wait right here. I'm gonna try it on right now.

*Eurobeat sits down as Sefer heads upstairs. She returns a few minutes wearing this.*

CE-Eurobeat: Wow, you look so sexy Sefer.

CE-Sefer: Isn't it fabulous?

CE-Eurobeat: I would do anything for my girl.

*The door to The Room opens, and TMV enters The Room."

CE-TMV: oh hi guys.

CE-Eurobeat: Oh hi, TMV.

*TMV walks up to Sefer.*

CE-TMV: wow look att you

CE-Sefer: It's from Eurobeat.

CE-Eurobeat: Anything for my princess!

CE-TMV: hhow much was it?

CE-Sefer: TMV don't even ask a question like that!

CE-Eurobeat: Nice to see you TMV. I'm going to take a nap.

*Eurobeat grins suggestively at Sefer.*

CE-TMV: can i go upstairs too?

CE-Sefer: TMV, I think I'm gonna join him.

*As the two walk upstairs, TMV picks up an apple, and begins eating it. He then decides to follow them upstairs. They are having a pillow-fight on The Bed, located within The Room. TMV jumps in the middle of it.*

CE-Eurobeat: TMV, don't you have something better to do?

CE-TMV: ii just likey to watch you guys

CE-Sefer: Oh, TMV!

CE-Eurobeat: TMV two's great but three's a crowd aha.

CE-TMV: i get it you guys want to be alone.

CE-Eurobeat: That's the idea!

CE-TMV: finei have homework to do anyway bye lovebirds.

CE-Eurobeat: Bye, TMV.

OOS: Will do serious post when Malygos replies!

<Saskana>

*Blackout and Ynot try to get away from the Nova blast, but aren't fast enough and are blown away*

*Blackout crashes against one of the spires, while Ynot falls into the sea*

Blackout: Damn it.

*He flies towards Ascheron, firing shadow bolts at him*

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<The Zone of Shadows>

Turel: No! Of course n-

*Straxus suddenly kicks him in the shin*

BP: Irrelevant. You are not authorised.

*He approaches Figlio, and speaks in a hushed tone*

BP: But perhaps I could authorise you.

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<Malchior IV>

Branley: Of course.

*He presses two buttons under his desk*

*All three of them are teleported to the shuttle*

*Seconds later, two shape-shifters carrying guns burst into the office, and search it*

*Suddenly, Branley's desk explodes, destroying his office*


Branley: So, Atuar Sadiares, then.

*The shuttle takes off, and flies away*

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<Malchior IV, Claws camp>

*David Robert Jones decides to reply in the most inconvenient way for Nadle imaginable, as a hologram of him appears in front of the group*

DRJ: Ah, my good friend Nadle. I trust you've been well since our last tea party. How may I help you?

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<Malchior IV, broadcast>

Newsreader: As the fallout from the NSA leaks continues, the Vice President made a controversial statement on the matter.

*The camera cuts to a well-dressed, suspiciously young black politician talking to some journalists*

Jaden Smith: How Can Spying Be Illegal If Our Eyes Aren't Real

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<Atuar Sadiares>

*Amy sighs, and ducks under the counter*

*She returns holding an Uzi*

Amy: I've had it with all you weirdoes. Get out, now!

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<The Bat-Cave>

*F-Blackout groans, and rubs his chin*

*He kicks Rahn in the gut*

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<Neo Z'traa>

Ricochet: *dragging himself along the ground* Tos qat *whirr* hes. Verru gh'up klik *click click* mata nui tera hi *beep* hi yar. Nama yeto *bzzzt, whirr* xa, ba'ra telo. (I fought them, once. They tried to hijack Mata Nui. Devious little creatures, I don't trust them and neither should you.)

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<Liquid-Metallicon>

F-Blackout: I don't care about your means, Akzer, as long as you remember your goal. For now, I just want to get the measure of the man.

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<Atuar Sadiares>

Duke Nukem: Ooh, a babe with a gun. I like it.

*Duke grins and backs away from the counter, grabs Lel in a headlock, and leaves the shop with him*

*Duke returns to the shop empty-handed a few moments later, only to grab Kek's body and throws it over his shoulder*

Duke: If you change your mind, call 1800-DUKE-NUKEM. I'll be waitin' for ya. In the meantime... it's playtime.

*Duke walks out of the shop wielding Kek like a baseball bat*

*Lel can be heard screaming before and a clonk sound can be heard*

Duke: Hooooome ruuuuun!

*Outside the shop, we see Kek & Lel piled on top of each other with Kranxx in the middle*

Duke: Looks like clean-up on aisle four!

*Kranxx manages to undo his straps and crawl out of the pile. Duke notices him and grimaces*

Kranxx: What?

Duke: You're one ugly motherf-

???: FREEZE!

*Duke and Kranxx turn around and see a bunch of security guards aiming taser guns at them*

*Kranxx points to Nukem*

Kranxx: He did it!

Duke: You sack of orange shit! I'm gonna rip off your head and shit down your neck!

*Before Duke can touch Kranxx, however, one of the guards hits him in the chest with a taser*

*Duke shakes and falls over, but is back on his feet in seconds*

Duke: Now I'm REALLY pissed off.

*Duke charges at the guards, creating a brawl and causing nearby shoppers to flee in terror (well, the male ones at least. The women stay to watch and become somewhat aroused)*

*After a few minutes, and half a dozen backup requests, Duke is brought to his knees by security and thrown into a portable containment cell*

*Kranxx tries to sneak away, but walks into the taxi driver he failed to pay upon arriving at the space station*

Taxi driver: Guards! Hey, guards! This thing didn't pay my fare!

*The remaining security guards look at each other, shrug, and throw Kranxx in his own PCC as well*

*Another guard, who has been talking to someone via a communicator, switches it off and approaches his colleagues*

Guard: Apparently we're shipping these two off to Supermax 282. The warden requested them specifically.

Duke: Request these nuts!

*A guard presses a button on the PCC that makes it soundproof, so Duke's insults fall on deaf ears*

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<Teruga Prime, Retorian City>

The night sky above Retorian City, the last major city on Teruga Prime where the ZFT retained a foothold, lit up with explosions and laser fire. From within the domed city itself, the battle above was a sight to behold, but many of its occupants were too busy to really stop and look. ZFT soldiers were rushing to crew ships that were being dispatched through the exit ports to combat the rebel attackers, and a curfew had been implemented so that ordinary Terugan citizens were sealed inside their homes. The station sitting on top of the dome was under heavy fire from the attacking ships, and until now the soldiers manning the turrets had been able to hold them off. Unfortunately, one of the rebel ships, the TSS Poop-Scoop Maloop, arrived moments later with the rest of the Bouncy-Fleet to envelop the station in an energy net before flying away, thus ripping the station off the top of the dome and taking it with it. When the Poop-Scoop Maloop reached the wastelands, the energy net was shut off and the station it was carrying was smashed over the ground below.

"Good job, Captain Blaart!" Nar, captain of the TSS Bounce-Bounce Revolution, shouted over the radio. "Thanks to your 'Poop Scoop', we now have a way into the city through the top of the dome!"

"I wouldn't count on it!" Nar's first officer Qix shouted back, as he examined the readings appearing on his computer. "Sensors show a dozen, no, two dozen ZFT Falcon-M-class ships emerging from the breach! Another ship, too! Wait... is that the... sir! It's the Bouncy-Ball!!!"

Nar rose from his command chair in surprise. "What? The crew of the Bouncy-Ball would rather die than let their ship fall into enemy hands!"

"It looks like they did, sir! Sensors are showing no Terugan life signs on board, only humans and... something else our sensors can't pick up. Probably shapeshifters."

"Fire the bass cannon!" Nar commanded.

"Yes, sir!"

A hatch on the underbelly of the Bounce-Bounce Revolution slid open, and a large, rainbow-coloured cannon extended from it. One of the Terugans on the ship appeared in a control chair on top of the cannon, wearing ear defenders made of pure Teruganium. Grabbing both joysticks, she aimed the cannon at the Bouncy-Ball and fired. An extremely loud soundwave hit the Bouncy-Ball, shattering the forward windows but otherwise leaving it undamaged. The Bouncy-Ball fired its explosive ping-pong ball launchers in return, which bounced between the Bounce-Bounce Revolution and another ship in the Bouncy-Fleet, the TSS Balls of Steel. After bouncing for a few seconds, the oversized ping-pong balls exploded, dealing critical damage to both ships in return.

OOS: DRJ, that's your cue.

<Saskana>

Malygos snapped their fingers at the wave, warping themself out of the way of the blast, up to Livia and the waiting army. "With Mazkertis gone, there is no reason for us to remain in this fight." They smirked. "I have no doubt Ascheron is going to give them at least a decent fight...which allows us to finally engage our operation. General, I trust you can handle this operation?"

She nodded. "We've located the prison where our citizens are being held. I will take a small squadron of troops and stage a prison break. We will all have our foci with us, to beam ourselves back up to the Bahamut if we are discovered." She nodded at her troops, who all placed their fists over their hearts in the Dominion salute.

"Good luck." Malygos returned the salute. "Ave Dominus." they said.

"Ave Dominus," Livia replied. "Move out!" she ordered, and they marched towards the prison.

Malygos held out their hand, a runic circle conjuring an image of Anzu. His usual scowl broke into an easy smile. "Malygos, my lord. It has been too long since we have spoken. Is there something you wish?"

"You are joining with the Claws of the Phoenix to rid us of the filthy magus Mazkertis. It has been too long since the two of us fought side-by-side; thus, I will accompany you."

"My lord...thank you."

Malygos smiled, before closing the communicator. They were coming soon, so here they would remain. Gaius could handle the negotiations on his own.

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<Skies over Saskana, Dominion flagship Bahamut>

Gaius smirked from behind his mask. "When the inhabitants of this planet rebelled against the Dominion, they took a number of sympahtists and citizens of the Dominion prisoner - illegally, I should remind you. I request that you act as an arbitrating party in this dispute."

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<Zone of Shadows>

Eos's eyes widened. "The Keruvim...are you certain this is wise, Figlio?"

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<Malchior IV, Claws Camp>

Anzu emerged from the shadows. "Here. Malygos is waiting for us on Saskana."

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<Liquid Metallicon>

Sachiel simply laughed. "You don't think I've gotten used to treating psionics over the years? This is -nothing- compared to the uncontrolled release of a psychic in pain."

His tendrils lashed out, trying to disarm him, while another snaked round to enter his mouth.

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<Sapsa Government Building>

Voll ran a claw across her chin. "Your offer is tempting. How can you guarantee our safety from shorewalker man-" She stopped, her fins flaring up in surprise, as the rest of the council knelt. She turned, her eyes widening - for before her lay the grand sea serpent Leviathan in all his glory.

She knelt. "Praises be to Leviathan, Lord of the Whorl and savior of the Sahagin."

He glared down, his serpentine red eyes glaring down at Voll, before moving his head down before Sefer, inspecting her closely. He opened his massive maw to speak in a low voice, reminiscent of the echoing of the waves. "So you are Sefer Yetzirah, the young woman who has been causing such a fuss lately. Interesting." His long tail swished behind him. "And you come before my flock for an alliance, offering an agreement that could only benefit us...you are interesting, Sefer."

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<Hell>

The demon lord ignored the annoying Heller. "Very well, Niflheim. There are portals out of here. I can guide you to them."

He stood up. "Bel, remain in my absence."

She nodded. "Yes, my lord."

<User HQ>

User MK: Check it out! One is all you need.

*User MK points to his computer, and smiles*

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<Malchior IV, Claws Camp>

*D-Klak smiles at Ikhet*

D-Klak: "Kestora! Kggrrtekt wazu k'vez nasyre (where did you learn)?"

*Anzu arrives*

Me: Hello Anzu. Excellent, we were waiting for you to head on over there. I-

*David Robert Jones' hologram appears. Nadle slowly turns his head and narrows his eyes, glaring at the hologram. Everyone else awkwardly stares at it*

Me: Uhm....Nadle? Why is David Robert Jones here?

Nadle: "David, we were wrong about time. That is all."

*Nadle walks towards Lalli's ship*

Bob and Lalli Cain, together: "Awkward."

Me: I'm going to pretend I didn't see that.

Lalli Cain: "Woah, check it out, apparently Malchior IV's government has been spying on a city for years."

Me: What?

Lalli Cain: "Yeah, just got a news notification on my communication device. They called it 'Project NSA'. It was supposed to be the previous president's way of testing a surveillance measure, and the current president expanded it. Apparently, the leaks show that they were planning "

*The other characters whisper among themselves*

Me: I'm not one to involve myself in politics. My gut is against all this, but I've got bigger fish to fry. Come along everyone.

D-Klak: "Paying attention to the news, nicely done."

Lalli Cain: "A merc's gotta do what a merc's gotta do."

*They high five, and get on Lalli's ship*

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<Kråvenhold>

*Linkara smashes Barry into a house*

Barry: "Are you trying to BRING THE PAIN to me?!"

*Barry starts healing himself*

Linkara: "Let's get a powerful attack ready!"

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<Neo Z'traa>

*Caiaphus nodded at both Xikella and Ricochet. He communicated to them telepathically*

Caiaphus: "They are interesting indeed, Xikella. Do not worry, Ricochet. If I had difficulties trusting Starok, who was our brother, how could I trust these creatures? They are the means to an end. They are more creatures to be captivated by the shadows."

*Max-Eli returns*

Max-Eli: "They are going to put you under an interrogation trial."

*The guards surround the Makuta*

Caiaphus: "We shall go willingly."

*Max-Eli leads them to a dark hut*

*Once they are all inside, several powerful lights turn on all around them*

*Several elderly Vrai are sitting on a table similar to the one pictured here*

Vrai General 1: "State your names!"

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<Sapsa system>

???: "I am Boltman, and my alliance with you BEGINS!"

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<Saskana>

*Moe gets up, and walks to the edge of the ice. He reaches out for Ynot to grab his arm*

*Spotter keeps shooting at Ascheron*

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<The Cabana>

*Coro wakes up, and searches for TPK*

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<The Zone of Shadows>

Figlio: "Of course, Eos. Thanks for your blessing, Black Phantom."

*Figlio smiles, and raises the staff. The Keruvim suddenly appears in front of him*

Figlio: "This staff was designed by the Great Beings as a fail-safe mechanism. They'd be able to use it to find the Keruvim, no matter where it was, just in case the Knights of the Keruvim were....no longer with us. The secret location of the staff was kept secret for millennia. I assume Angonce never told TPK. By the way, Eos, thank me later for helping you retake Saskana."

*Figlio clears his throat*

Figlio: "Anyway, Subject 08 wanted this artefact 50 years ago, for whatever reason. I'm sure he'd love to find it again. If we set it to blow once he approaches us, he'll be destroyed. We all win, Black Phantom."

*The Keruvim disappears*

Figlio: "Now, do we have a deal?"

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<Malchior IV, Space>

*Rainn sits next to Aster*

Rainn: "So, erm...if we were in any other situation, would you have...you know?"

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<The Bat-Cave>

*Rahn falls to the ground in pain*

*Julio throws a fork at F-Blackout*

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<Liquid-Metallicon>

*Akzer starts going up stairs, and enters Ozar's office*

*Pirate Lord Ozar grins*

Ozar: "Hello, Akzer. What brings you here?"

Akzer: "Like I was hinting at the other day, I want to make amends. I'd like a stake in some of your operations."

Ozar: "I'm afraid that's too much of a risk for me to take."

*Ozar looks at F-Blackout*

Ozar: "Oh, hello, pardon me. My name is Lord Ozar. What is your name?"

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<Liquid Metallicon, Slums>

*Fourteen's eyes widen, and he jumps over Sachiel. He takes out his pistol and starts shooting at him from behind*

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<H3ll>

*The Heller silently follows Nif*

< Saskana >

Ascheron flew upwards, blocking Blackout's shadow blasts with his Outriders, which were destroyed in the process. He flew backwards, grimacing as Spotter's bullets tore through his shoulder, and flying out of his range. Damn Mazkertis, he thought.

"We shall finish our battle at a later time. But do not expect it to be on the same terms." he announced, before disappearing in a flash of blue light. Re-appearing aboard the bridge of the Assault Shadow, he quickly took his place at the command throne.

"Full speed to the homeland!" he announced, and the ship's engines roared to life, turning it and shooting it away from Saskana.

"My lord." said Altian, his adviser. "Chancellor Deikun's forces have conquered all six neighbouring systems. Our forces now stand poised to march on the rest of the universe."

Ascheron grinned. "Then tell Lord Deikun to hold firm, and secure our new border. We don't want to over-extend ourselves. We'll focus on incorporating our newly-gained territories before anything else."

---

Captain Eurobeat grinned at the realization that the battle was over, but quickly ran to Rylou's body. His head had been blown clear, but it still survived. He cradled it in his arm; Rylou's breathing was heavy.

"Rylou... I'm so sorry this happened!"

"Don't be..." replied Rylou, smiling. "Our actions... were all those of "justice"..."

"Ascheron will pay for this."

Rylou smiled. "Thank you, Captain Eurobeat. But remember to enforce those values of "justice", not vengeance." he replied, sighing, and looking up to the sky one last time. "Thanks to you, my life was meaningful." he said, and died.

"RRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!" screamed Captain Eurobeat, tears streaming down his cheeks. He cradled Rylou's head in his arms, and the rest of the Full Frontal Fighting Force gathered around.

"None of us could have foreseen this..." said Telemecus, his head bowed in respect. Captain Eurobeat stood up.

"We shall give him a proper burial... and then, we shall return to our mission, stronger than ever. Emboldened by this sacrifice of great justice."

The rest of the FFFF nodded in agreement, whilst Leslie clambered out from underneath the invisibility cloak, confused.

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< Saskana, Orbit, Divine Providence >

"Of course." replied Gendo. "The Takemikazuchi Empire is committed to peaceful conflict resolution; as such, we would be honored to assist. The Divine Providence possesses extensive diplomatic facilities - as Arbitrators, we await the reception of delegates from the Dominion, and ZFT." he replied, broadcasting a similar request to the Pale Fire.

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Two Takemikazuchi YF-19s fall in on Buster's vehicle from either side, flanking it.

"Unidentified spacecraft. Identify yourself and withdraw, or we shall fire on you."

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< Sapsa >

"You honor me with your words..." she replied, half-smiling. Her gaze met Leviathan's, unflinching; two sets of red eyes locked on to each other. "...and your presence."

Cruel Angel's Thesis dematerialized behind Sefer. "Shall I assume by your words, then, that you find the terms of the alliance agreeable?" she asked, pulling her right hand out of her pocket to draw a strand of her hair behind her ear.

[Rhadan]
Tree Tree pulled out his rifle in a drunken stupor. He aimed for Sinjon, but wasn't getting a good focus. Kok tripped and pushed Tree over. "What the fok man? Those rebels are tryin' to bomb the place!"
"Well the Tiger Youth the fear what the don't know n the hate what the fear nw information to the rebellion from today am on the fire with Gaon."
"What to heck, Kok?! Shut the fuck up, man." Tree Tree pushed over Kok and then leaned his rifle off the ledge towards the bomb squad of the Tiger Youth. "Mudderkuggers..." he murmured to himself.
Then, behind him, a long-necked dark-skinned human appeared behind him. He spoke up; "Whoa, hey guys, welcome to the Wilson Bazaar."
Kok Daw spoke up for the order: "The Goldeneye of Leme...One drink."
"Copy that." Whoa then pulled out his shotgun and aimed it at the drunken soldiers. Tree Tree ignored the nonsense, aiming to shoot Sinjon. He pulls the trigger to shoot, but Whoa Wilson DENG DENG'd the soldiers already. The bullets spread randomly about in the air, dropping randomly to injure some people, most likely.

Meanwhile, at the bomb site, The Tiger Youth had finally set them up the bomb. The group noticed the gunfire in the distance, so they began to work faster. As Sinjon connected the last wire, he sprung back down on the climbing rope. He backed up with all his. Nigers.

"Everyone, shut your ears! It's happening!" Sinjon detonated the switch, causing a GIGANTIC explosion, collapsing a huge portion of the ceiling. The noise echoed through the cavern city, with everyone looking above. Chunks of rock fell down, destroying buildings and probably killing some people. As the dust settled their was an avalanche of rocks to climb to get into the palace.

"MOVE!" The group threw grappling hooks atop the remainder of the floor. The team began climbing the rope towards the palace, while others just climbed the rocks. The cheer of the citizens in the city was overwhelming They began their riots and killing the guards and ones loyal to Gaon, The fatass ugly emperor. The Rebellion had begun.

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[Dekan]
Old Man Ross waited with his EyePhone call. "Intergalactic coverage my ass...this shit is slow as heck." Finally the call was reached, and on the other line was a low, raspy voice. "Ross...it's been ages since we last met. During the fallout of the We'd Warriors. I heard of the problems on Dekan. Some psychotic robot woman decided to assault it, huh?"
"Hello, Zrintch. Nice meeting you too. I assume you've already sent ships for help?"
"Yes, I have. Enough that I wasn't able to help the Dong Squad. Granted, they should be able to hold their own. Saving the last of the We'd Warriors is more important than them."
"Thank you Zrintch. But I'll need single extraction, and fast. I can sense something wrong in the HahaJ'UsT-Seying force. It seems the Death of the Kugs wasn't enough."
"And where would you be heading? Their last refuge, Rhadan?"
"Now that is my. Niger"

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[Hell]
Mephistroth and Bel escorted Nif through the royal room of Hell. Filled with skulls and bones of the damned in the walls, but organized fairly well. If not for the eerie atmosphere and red glow, along with the obvious implications of demon and skull symbolism, one would assume this was something akin to an actual palace, and not the home of a Devil. This one certainly had a flair for the extreme.
Bel then activated the portal and motioned for Nif to go in.
"Wait, where the hell should is this going?"
"Do you have a request, Nif?" she asked.
"Yeah, maybe a spaceport or some place so I could learn where the hell I'm at."
"Very well, Niflheim," Mephistroth responded. He put in the coordinates to a spaceport with some magic handwaving bullshit. "Maybe next time we'll meet under better circumstances."
"Hopefully, Mephistroth. It's been an honor to find someone who didn't immediately want to kill me." As Nif walked towards the portal, the red spherical demonspawn, The Heller, zoomed into the room.

Bel pulled out her spear; "You again! I thought I dealt with you." She lunged the spear at him for a stab, but The Heller avoided it. "F### B#### took my soul man f##" The Heller 360º floated over another lunge, then jumped over Mephistroth.

"You annoying . . . !" Mephistroth slammed The Heller to the ground. The Heller recovered instantly, then rolled over to the Portal. He knocked the pillars on the side of the portal to create a cover and disrupt the portal. He flipped off Bal and Mephistroth, with Bal becoming infuriated and Mephistroth sighing. The Heller grabbed onto Nif's leg.

"Fuck no and fuck u." Nif kicked him off, but Bel threw a spear at The Heller, missing and making Nif avoid it. He trips over the Heller and falls into the portal. The Heller then chuckles and jumps in after him.

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[Meme World, Crash Site]
The Shell-Shocked Cat knocked the skeleton up with his dolphin, a reaction he would've had in the war. He wombo combo'd it back to the landing site, like a 100 hit combo in those fighting games. Damn, he was a good juggler. He rolled in for a finisher, with the skeleton landing into Hungry-man's arms. Intiating the screeching of a cat, he shouted to Ayy, "I FOUND A BODY FOR MR. BONES, AYY!" [LMAO in the distance, as this was Meme World]
"A b-body for me m8? Well dat's fockin gr8 ya pussy!" Hungry-man lunged up into the ship, avoiding everyone around him, and then dropping the skeleton into the medical bay.
"A SKELETON FOR BONES YA SHRINKS! COME ON, HURRY THE FOK UP!" His happiness endeared him with endurance of the ages, and his vocals rang through the ship.
"You need to calm down, you're disrupting our focus!"
"Well im fockin sorry bruv, but dis is me one 'n only m8!"
"GTFO fatass," one of the doctors said.
"Alright, sheesh!" Hungry-man left the medical bay and went back outside.
The collective new team of TTT, Bateman, CIA, Hungry-man, TFPOFF, TGWWEIM, Car Guard, and the Cataractor were lined up outside. Ayy then examined them. "Then, you all accept." A collective "Yee," was responded.
"Well, welcome aboard. Get on the ship and you'll get the debriefing. Before we'll leave, we'll go back to the crash site so you guys can scavenge anything you have left." CIA then spoke up. "Get on board, I'll call it in!"
"Uh, there's nobody to call in, CIA."
'oh'

The group was escorted to the debriefing room. Ayy then arrived there to speak to them. "Due to the recent deaths of Yon and the immobilization of Bones, I've been promoted to leader. Now, as I stated earlier, this team is a suicide team. We give no guarantee to anyone living here, and the missions we'll be sent on are nigh-impossible. You Eight are now our second strike team: The Wang Gang. We'll use our Maker to construct and repair your other ship, as to have a second ship.
Bateman spoke up; "Wait, you're saying there's 2 teams? Repeating teams?"
"...Yes?"
"Check 'em. Eight is also divided by 2, into two 4s. Dubs also. I like this team." Bateman then leaned back with his sunglasses on. Hungry-man spoke up afterwards; "Wots wif dis fockin phallic naming junk m8?"
"Haha Just namin."
"u w0t m8?"
"Don't Ever Ask that again."
"Ayy, whatever" He leaned back into the chair.
"And that's all, folks."
"ok"

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[Meme World, Heckler]
The Heckler wandered around Meme World, detecting hecks to not give. Loading . . . 100% no hecks.
But, then a burst of red light appeared infront of him. "What to heck?" A blaze of red energy and fire burned in the spot, and out came Nif, with his clothes now on fire. "Fuck!" Nif shouted. He then tore off his robe and stomped it on the ground. He turned around only to see the Hecklers, the floating smilie. "Why the hell is there a living heck meme?"
"Well, you are on Meme World."
"Meme World? Is this a spaceport?"
"No."
'oh'
Out of the searing portal blaze then climbed out The Heller. The floating spherical red smilie burned with the rage of a thousand stars and a thousands hecks. He was the opposite of The Heckler, giving out so many hecks it caused him to get sick. However....The Heller was The Heckler's brother. The Heller then pulled out a cartoon 3d cgi knife out from thin-air. "Fatass ugly brudder...shut the fuck up. Oh look, no fucking censors here!" The Heller then lunged at The Heckler, but Nif tripped The Heller's floating feet over.
"Fuck bitch! You're always causing me trouble you white fucking ice fish! Fite me right now...I will kick your ass!"
The Heckler then swung his disembodied hand to Heller's knife, disarming him. The Heckler finally had to give a heck...before all hecks were used. Nif just shrugged, confused at this madness. He just jumped back into the portal and took the remaining part of his robe/poncho with him.
The two H's stayed battling. The portal closed, and The Heller screamed: "FUCK! THAT SON OF BITCH LEFT ME HERE! THAT MOTHERFUCKER! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, HECKLER! YOU HECK-GIVING CLOCKFUCKER!"
"Just take it easy man! You're going to attract the ruler that got caged up by Tommy Wiseau!"
"Tommy boi ain't around anymore? Oh that's good, that's real good. Now I can get The Mask and do whatever."
"You're mad Heller. The Mask was taken by people from somewhere else. But now you're done for."
"Oh yeah, by who?"
Out of sky landed a lightning bolt, shaped into a five-tipped star. And then, shocking right out of it was a huge, deformed man wearing a sand blue jumpsuit with a yellow and red circle belt. The collar of the shirt and belt both had yellow frills. The man had short blonde hair and black eyes. He had a frankstein-esque face: with a huge jaw and baby features, yet swollen. He had the stature to match his analogy: Standing 8 feet tall, and extremely muscular.
"YOU ARE NOW IN THE POWER OF STARDUST"

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[Supermax F### B####]
The red hell portal then appeared in this Supermax. Nif walked out of it and looked around, obviously a prison. "FUCK!" again he shouted, then he turned around and hit his head on a cell. The magic infusion of Hell's energies triggered the switch, and out walked an old man with curly, grey hair, and blue eyes. He then whispered in Nif's ears: "ass."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Steven Pinker."
"Ok. Where am I?"
"A Supermax, one of the premium prisons used around the galaxy. And you just freed me."
"Nice, ebin. I'll be leaving now." Nif was vastly confused, why the FOK was Steven Pinker alive in this galactic age, and why was he in prison? He didn't really care though. What could go wrong with Steven Pinker released?
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[Saskana, Warehouse in the Middle of Nowhere]
The hell-made magic portal of searing blaze and red fire then opened in the floor of an abandoned warehouse. What Nif didn't know that this was Saskana, a world where a lot of major plot points was happening at, and where the time-traveling wizard Mazkertis just attacked. Of course, Nif ended up in a warehouse, and not in the heat of battle.
He climbed out of the portal; and his mind spiked. He had finally ended up on a world with an aquatic ecosystem and a large amount of water. He fell on the ground, writhing in a mind onslaught of the ecosystem on the planet. This was the first time he connected to universal force of Hoh in days. While he was used to the one on Earth; this one was alien and overloading his brain, riding lazed synapses of his brain. By the time he recovered, a couple dozen robots surrounded him.
"any hot femal," "any hot asshol," "gay? sho gay on cam," "pls respond," "c2c?" "b ig dick 4 u" Hundreds of desperate messages repeated through them.
Nif sighed. Across the multiverse and he met them again. These were H.A.S.A.Ns: either robots or androids, created for the purpose of domination but degraded to nonexistent reproduction with humans on his world. It seems here it was no different. Nif altered his body to aquatic stem cells and created some coral weapons and razor-sharp fins on his arms to chop them up. The heads and cut up bodies still echoed the messages, but Nif just exited the warehouse to see the sprawling ocean of Saskana. He dived in instantly, sokeing in the tranquil ocean that he desired. He was floating; relaxing his body but using his mind to process all the information he could on the planet before moving on and seeing exactly where the hell he was.

<User HQ>

User Kon: Thanks man!

*User Kon walks into User MK's room and boots up his computer*

*User Kon then opens a program that records all physical changes to the BZPB Multiverse itself (such as temporal reconstruction, breaking of the fourth wall, and reality fissures)*

*While scrolling down to most recent, he finds what he was looking for*

User Kon: There's a record here of a planet-sized temporal shift only a couple minutes ago... oh! This explains everything! My computer wasn't prepared to record that much data as the shift was happening, so it opened an additional command window and crashed under the pressure. Looks like your computer wasn't affected because it was off at the time, so it's catching up now at its own pace.

Dr. Hax: Hax?

User Kon: No, no hax. Although... it looks like the temporal shift caused someone to be unbanned... let's see...

*Norman Osborn's name appears on the screen*

User Kon: Oh dear.

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<Neo Z'traa>

Xikila: I am Xikila.

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<Sapsa system>

*The YONBOTS cup their hands around their singular eyes like this*

YONBOTS: Boltman yes! Death to anime! Glory to YON!

*One of the YONBOTS shouts "IT BEGINS!" in its robotic voice, garnering strange looks from the others, but they then follow suit*

YONBOTS: IT BEGINS!!

*The YONBOTS, presumably with Boltman in tow, continue their flight towards Sapsa*

*As they near ever closer, something comes up on their radars: a strange-looking ship covered in hearts, with pink clouds attached to it, leaving the planet's orbit*

*The YONBOTS' eyes flare and they give chase*

YONBOTS: Enemy detected! / Moving to intercept! / Sterilization of this sector must be achieved! / Primary missiles engaged!

*Steel flaps on the YONBOTS' shoulders open up to reveal two missiles on each bot, one on each shoulder*

*They are fired at the Good Ship Sugarboat, guided towards their target by lasers emitted from the bots' eyes*

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<Kråvenhold>

*Paul Latza looks around the barn for something he can use to defend himself against Barry. He finds a pitchfork behind a bale of hay*

Paul: It's no fancy cane, but it'll do.

Doug: I can't think of anything! Quick, remember something so I don't have to!

Spanha: That's not how it works! Ugh, it looks like it's up to me to save the day, then. Humans are useless.

*Spanha runs towards Bring the Pain Barry and jumps at his face*

*In mid-air, the front of her body splits in two, so that she is essentially in two halves that are connected by the rubbery frame of her back*

*When she hits Barry's face, she tightly wraps herself around his head, hoping to cut off his air supply*

*Latza runs up to Barry and whacks him repeatedly with the pitchfork while he struggles to tear Spanha off his face*

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<Malchior IV, Claws camp>

Ikhet (to D-Klak): Ch'vez ghrrok k'pak koh. Werrz k'pok f'tuel ahhje dke'wel e retouei. F'rron gvae koh grennus Red Star mok'tra.  (I didn't. This happened to me a long time ago, when I first arrived on the Red Star.)

*Everything else happens*

*Masaharu, Micros, Vyrrh, Ikhet, Arkhite, Muta, Quolas and Etende all get on the ship*

*Kakamu follows them with a furious expression, which Klak notices*

*Kakamu notices Klak's notice, so he speaks before Klak does*

Kakamu: You can pretend you didn't see that hologram if you want, Klak, but that son of a Muaka framed me and my son for crimes we didn't commit. Any friendships or allegiances we rightfully earned during the Uterio War were severed by Jones for no good reason. He's going to pay for what he's stolen, one way or another.

*Kakamu then walks up to Nadle, grabs him by the chest armor and slams him against the wall*

*Kakamu points a biometal finger at Nadle's face and lights the end of it with fire energy*

Kakamu: Okay Nadle, I was just starting to like you. But unless you tell me why you're in cahoots with that traitor Jones right now, I'm leaving this ship and taking my friends with me, and you better have a damn good reason why or I'm making a fresh hole in your head.


*Meanwhile, Etende sits down next to Quolas and examines the hole in his shoulder, unaware of the conflict between Kakamu and Nadle*

*Etende sees that magical energy is starting to leak from Quolas's shoulder, so she looks worried*

Etende: You sure I can't just patch it up like I would anybody else?

Quolas: Oh, that wouldn't work, my dear. My skin is the only barrier that can stop my energies from leaking out into the world beyond. There is no substitute.

Etende: Well can't you just, um, seal it up like you do those portals you make?

Quolas: Not I, no. But my kin may be able to. I'll try to contact Vexull.

Etende: Alright, I'll tell Klak.

*Etende walks up to Klak*

Etende: Quolas's injured. He'll be okay for now, but he's in no shape to fight. We'll have to take on Mazkertis without his time-warping powers at hand.

<Saskana>

*Ynot bursts out of the water*

*He looks up to find Ascheron is gone*

Ynot: Damn it.....


*Blackout silently curses as Ascheron retreats*

*He flies back up onto the platform*

Barricade: So what? It's over already?

Blackout: I know. Sorry you didn't get to do anything.

Sasuken: Yeah, for once I agree with him.

---

*Blackout teleports back up to the Pale Fire*

*He listens to the Divine Providence's message*

Blackout: Malygos, Malygos..... If you really insist on playing this game.

*He sends his own message*

Blackout: Divine Providence, message received and understood. Prepare to receive delegates.

*He teleports to their ship*

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<Malchior IV, Claws camp>

*David Robert Jones' hologram suddenly flickers, disappears, and re-appears behind Kakamu*

DRJ: Can we please stay in one place? Having to disconnect and reconnect is ever so annoying.

*He holds out his hand to Kakamu. Since they can't shake hands for obvious reasons, Kakamu quickly realises that Jones' intent is simply to mock him*

DRJ: Nadle, I wasn't wrong. I simply know that you will stop him. And, Kakamu, I'll let Nadle explain himself to you now. Remember what they say; all's fair in love and war. Goodbye.

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<The Zone of Shadows>

*Black Phantom stares intensely at Figlio*

BP: You will find the Keruvim. And then you will hand it over to me. Then we have a deal, Di Armechio.

-----

<Malchior IV/Space>

*Aster slowly shape-shifts back into her usual human form*

Aster: In your dreams.

*She yawns*

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<Atuar Sadiares>

*Nikolai walks back in*

Nikolai: Что вы, шлюха, делая!

*Amy puts the Uzi away*

Amy: What? It's not like they were serious customers.

Nikolai: You just held three people at gunpoint for being weird!

Amy: Four.

Nikolai: Not my point!

-----

<The Bat-Cave>

*F-Blackout stops the fork with his magnetic power*

*He releases it, letting it fall to the floor*

F-Blackout: Julio, I'm sorry, but there are hundreds of reasons why that wouldn't have worked.

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<Liquid-Metallicon>

F-Blackout: Von Ness. I spoke to your assistant, Fourteen, just a few minutes ago. I told him I wanted to meet you.

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<Teruga Prime>

*Suddenly, a portal opens above the Bouncy-Fleet, and two dozen ZFT Sky Serpent-class fighters descend on them*

*They open fire, targeting the Bouncy-Fleet's weapons*

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<Neo Z'traa>

Ricochet: Ricochet.

<Saskana>

"Malygos, this is Admiral van Baelsar," They put their hand to ear.

"Yes, Admiral?"

"Blackout has come over to the Divine Providence to treat." Malygos nodded.

"I'll be up there. You may remain on the ship."

"Yes, my lord."

Malygos smirked, contacting Livia. "General, stay hidden. We may yet be able to do this legally."

They snapped their fingers, warping up to the Divine Providence's transport chamber. "I am Malygos, Emperor of the Dominion, here to see to this personally."

---

<Dark Dimension>

Eos snorted. "And why should we give an artefact of such power to you, rather than use it for the advancement of HYDRA?" Or, perhaps, for his own plans...

Hassan was more curious. "What need have you, an assassin, for such a device that would be rather contrary to your methods?"

---

<Claws camp>

Anzu nodded. "There are facilities back on Dominaria that may be able to help your friend," he noted. "I could arrange for a transport."

---

<Liquid Metallicon Slums>

Sachiel's water formed a wall, stopping the bullets in their tracks. "Bloody pirates. You honestly thought I would lead you to safety? You people make me sick." He raised his arms, water flowing around and encasing Fourteen. "You exploit those beneath you, grind them down, and kill them when they stand in their way, even if they don't even want to. You're all monsters, each and every one of you." He clenched his fist, the weight of the water pressing down upon Fourteen. "Now drown. Drown, you monster."

---

<Liquid Metallicon, Palace of the Red Lady>

Within one district of the pirate lords of Liquid Metallicon stood a rather unusual place. In a building bright red, the sigil displayed prominently on the red door, a woman sat. A human woman, with hair red as flame and eyes blue as the sky, sat on a throne draped red with velvet. She wore a beautiful white-frilled dress of red and black, the same red as the glasses that sat on her nose.

Before her, lurking in the shadows, was another woman. She was smaller and slighter than the tall, curved woman sitting in the centre, with pointed ears, hair the silver of the moon and eyes red as blood. She sighed. "Are you certain this is wise, Cassandra?"

Cassandra smirked. "Of course. The trade we've established on dragon's blood is completely inviolate. Barring a sudden dearth of dragons and adventurers to slay them, our operation will continue." She stood up, drawing her associate closer. "Come, Ophelia, surely you're not having second thoughts as of now?"

She shook her head. "No, my dear, it's just..." She sighed. "I'm worried."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow. "About what, love?"

Ophelia looked away. "It's nothing."

The woman in red sighed. "Ophelia, if this is about our new position, worry not. I will still make time for you."

"That's not what..." She sighed. "Never mind."

A knock. Ophelia's ears pricked up. "Mistress, shall I answer it?"

"Very well." She straightened up within the chair, then fell into a cultivated slouch, a glass of wine in one hand. It's obvious that she's practiced precisely the level of disdain necessary for this."

---

<Sapsa>

Leviathan dipped his head. "Yes. We have a deal." He paused. "One thing, however. If you wish for our allegiance, I have a request of you. Dissolve your alliance with the Republic of Luria. They are cruel monsters deserving only of subjugation - which is precisely what must be done about them."

[Meme World, Crash Site]

*CIA Guy raised his hand up, and shook his head.*

CIA Guy: "Uh, I get to bring friends."

*Bill Wilson then grabbed his belt, and stared at the alium. Ayy frowned. Not only was his power stance irresistible, but he was right. The Wang Gang was missing a few members.*

Car Guard: "I want to help!"

Ayy: "Fine, you get to bring one friend."

*CIA and Car Guard were teleported back to the crash site. The remaining Dong Squad were preparing coffins for the dead dongers, and were being helped by some LGAMs and joke characters. CIA recognized many people in this crowd, but he did not introduce himself to one of them*

CIA Guy: "Governor Ventura! I'm CIA."

*Ventura sneered*

Jesse Ventura: "Typical of our government today! Posing like a cowboy, out in the middle of a FOKin funeral!"

Car Guard: "But Warden Ventura, you were part of a prison that served a government!"

Jesse Ventura: "Shut the fek up! I was doing undercover work for my show Conspiracy Theory™! Secret prisons, cover ups, and mercenaries. I wouldn't expect you to understand!"

CIA Guy: "You're a big guy."

Jesse Ventura: "THAT'S RIGHT! I'm a massive governor, and I'M JESSE VENTURA. You got that?!"

*CIA frowned. He continued scanning the crowd, but all the joke characters were occupied. Suddenly, Space Ryan Gosling approached them*

Space Ryan Gosling: "I stay, you go. No questions asked, got it?"

CIA Guy: "Um...but I'm CI-"

*Space Ryan Gosling somehow made both Car Guard and CIA teleport back to the Ayy-Lmalium ship. The joke characters continued preparing for the funeral, and some started to cry. James and his m8, Franz, burst into tears. TTT had to resist sadness "becaos i am not a littel boy anymoar". The Memes Kid screamed and cried, while the Reddit Alien shed a tear. King Harkinian laughed for no apparent reason.*

---

<User HQ>

*A message pops up on User MK's screen. It opens, revealing a voice recording of Norman Osborn himself*

Green Goblin: "OUT, AM I?!"

---

<Neo Z'traa>

Vrai General 2: "State your business!"

Caiaphus: "We seek an alliance with the council against Blackout."

*The Vrai gasp, and begin to whisper amongst themselves*

Vrai General 3: "You lie, you are an agent of Blackout, you are a Makuta!"

Caiaphus: "An agent of Blackout would have destroyed your camp. You know that he is not interested in allying with you. After all, he was built to destroy you."

*The Vrai continue to whisper*

Vrai General 1: "Prepare them for the telepathic test!"

*They turn on a machine that starts projecting images into the minds of the Makuta. Suddenly, they start to hallucinate that they are on a beach. They know that there is gold under the sand, but they also know that the beach is sacred, and must not be disturbed.*

Caiaphus: (tp) "It is a metaphor for their new world. The Vrai have obviously been traumatized. Think, friends, what is the right course of action to take here?"

---

<Sapsa system>

*Boltman fires a bolt of lightning at the enemy*

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<Kråvenhold>

Bring The Pain Barry: "Mmmf! No, the pain! No, the pain!"

*Bring the Pain Barry collapses, and falls unconscious. 90s Kid emerges from the shack*

90s Kid: "Woah, that was totally radical, dude!"

Linkara: "Oh, hey 90s kid! You're right, we did it, everyone!"

*Everyone cheers*

JC Denton: "We should probably apprehend the suspect."

*Paul Latza grabs some handcuffs and ties up Barry*

Bring the Pain: "WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS I WILL BRING THE PAIN TO YOU!"

Spoony: "Take it easy!"

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<Malchior IV, Claws Camp/Lalli Cain's Ship>

*Kakamu speaks to Klak, and the latter grits his teeth and shakes his head*

*Both Klaks look concerned upon hearing Etende's words*

Me: Oh no, Quolas!

*Anzu says what he says*

Me: Well, it's worth a shot. Thank you, Anzu.

*They suddenly hear a commotion*

Me: Hold on, be right back.

*D-Klak turns to Etende*

D-Klak: "May I see him? Maybe the medical techniques I learned in my universe will help for the time being."

*Etende nods, and starts leading D-Klak to where Quolas is recovering*

*Kakamu confronts Nadle and pins him to the wall*

Nadle: "If you understood what is at stake here, you would know that I am justified in speaking to Jones. But by all means, step outside. Let's go a few rounds."

*Klak arrives*

Me: Woah, woah, hey! Break it up!

*Klak gets his arms in between Nadle and Kakamu, and separates them*

*Jones arrives, and transmits his information*

Me: What the hell is he talking about, Nadle? Why have you been communicating with the enemy? You're not acting like yourself!

Nadle: "He's talking about you, Klak. We've been talking about you. David Robert Jones has access to a text from the future, the ZFT book. It predicts what is going to happen to the universe. In other words, all of this is about F-Klak. I spoke to Quolas. There are certain unavoidable events, but their details can be changed. Why do you think we are trying to stop Mazkertis in the first place?"

*Klak remembers the words of Zava Reragrove, who said the same thing to him a few years ago*

Me: A-are you saying....

Nadle: "We are taking precautions."

Me: So, you're fraternizing with someone who betrayed us all and nearly put Kakamu and Trantoshen in prison, all just to stop something that won't happen for millennia?! Are you insane?!

Nadle: "You have a Dominion warrior aboard this ship! And how do you know it won't happen tomorrow?!"

Me: The Dominion never fought with us, but we shed blood, sweat, and tears together in that war. To David Robert Jones, all that meant nothing, NOTHING! Anyway even if I become F-Klak tomorrow, will you stop me?

Nadle: "If need be, yes. Someone must stop that monster from destroying everything we hold dear."

*Klak slams his fist on the wall of the ship*

Me: How could you say that?! How could you betray not one, but two of your friends?! Damn it Nadle!

*Klak calms down for a bit*

Me: This is irrelevant. Let's all keep a cool head about this. We have to put a stop to Mazkertis, alright? I lost my friend D-Klak once, and I'm not going to lose him again.

D-Klak: "Again?"

*Silence captures the room. The secret was out...*

D-Klak: "You mean....I die? In this universe...? I'm already dead?"

Bob: "Oh no...."

Me: D-Klak, I...

*D-Klak raises his hand, and seems to take in a deep sigh*

DK: "Q......Quolas needs some medical attention, I'll be right back....."

*He steps away*

*Lalli Cain prepares his ship for departure*

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<Saskana>

*Moe starts trying to help Axalara. Perseus gets up, and flies over to the platform*

Perseus: "Great, they escaped, no thanks to you, Makuta Ynot!"

*D-Klak (4) slowly gets up. He is clearly injured*

D-Klak (4): "We....just don't get it. None of us do."

Perseus: "What do you mean?"

D-Klak (4): "I thought Mazkertis could be reasoned with, but his hatred and lust for vengeance have caused the dark side to cloud his mind. Whatever they did to him....*he winces in pain* in that prison.....must have just exacerbated that. He can't be reasoned with anymore, and he's not going to stop at all. And now, with this Ascheron fellow....we have two extremely dangerous humans running around. We underestimated them, and we haven't even coordinated our attacks. We're all running into each other, each thinking we can take them on. You don't just need an army to take on Mazkertis and Ascheron, you need structure. You need strategy. You need to know them both..."

Spotter: "Wait, he knows Ascheron!"

*Spotter points at Captain Eurobeat*

Perseus: "Hey, you! What do you know about Ascheron?"

D-Klak (4): "Ascheron and Mazkertis have no idea what they are each respectively planning. However, they're both dangerous, and if we aren't careful....they will become unstoppable. We have to coordinate ourselves, Ynot, or we're all doomed. All of us."

---

<The Zone of Shadows>

Figlio: "Oh no, my dear Hassan. If he has the Keruvim, his life becomes easier. Only one of us will survive, or maybe none of us. If a robot accomplishes its primary directive, it doesn't need to live. If Black Phantom activates the Keruvim, he'll destroy us all. A necessary sacrifice to take down the son of Malygos, and the son of Uterio. Still, that really doesn't suit HYDRA's interests! I mean, we're saving planets, and we're helping the Dominion rebuild! Sorry Black Phantom dear, I'm going to have to say no to your offer!"

*He swings the staff, and uses it to teleport back to the prison at Mordor*

--

<Mordor, Angonce's Prison>

Figlio: "Goodbye, robots."

*Figlio teleports to Eos's ship with Turel, Hassan, and Eos*

Figlio: "Hmm, nice ship. By the way, Eos, Black Phantom and those other robots are probably going to be on our tail. Get the ship running, mein schatze!"

---

<Malchior IV/Space>

Rainn: "*whispers* Counting on it."

*Rainn smiles, and closes his eyes*

---

<The Bat-Cave>

Julio: "Could it have worked with a spork?"

*Rahn facepalms, and punches Julio in the face. Julio screams and leaps on top of him. They start viciously brawling*

--

<Malchior IV, White House>

*President Howard groans as he emerges from the press-room. The Press Secretary shakes her head. The Chief of Staff approaches them*

President: "Take a break, C.J., ya need it."

*The Press Secretary nods, and walks away*

*The President looks to the Chief of Staff*

President: "You try to protect all of these people, and what do they give you in return? A grilling!"

*The Chief of Staff stays silent, as he believes it isn't his place to offer an opinion on this issue*

President: "We all need a vacation soon, lemme tell ya."

Chief of Staff, Leo McGarry: "Well, you may schedule one soon, but now you've got things to deal with. SecDef called, says they have reports of the Takemikazuchi Empire near Saskana, and of an unidentified force calling itself "Luria". Intelligence will have a report on your desk tomorrow morning."

President: "Proves my damn point! What else is there, Leo?"

Leo McGarry: "Senate Intelligence Committee wants to start questioning people from Project NSA."

President: "Damn. Who's on our side there?"

Leo McGarry: "Labour and Justice is divided on the issue, but you're probably going to get the ire of Patr Vazquez. Most of our party is on our side, or they've kept quiet about it. Then there's Senator Woodstall..."

President: "Oh hell, Woodstall. He's always giving me trouble. I'm surprised he hasn't joined Skedaddle's camp. What does he want?"

Leo McGarry: "With any luck, impeachment."

*They both laugh*

Leo McGarry: "Oh, and Vice President Smith is at it again."

President: "Good thing we have another one to make up for it. Speaking of which, where's Stanton anyway?"

Leo: "Major education event on the other side of the planet."

President: "Right. Call Smith and tell him to get here soon."

*The President and the Chief of Staff go their separate ways*

---

<Liquid-Metallicon, Ozar's Base>

*Ozar smiles*

Ozar: "It's a pleasure, Von Ness. Now, Akzer, it was very difficult for me to absorb whatever remained of Treskis and Keichi's assets after their deaths. It was even harder convincing myself and other the Pirate Lords that reunification is in our best interest, especially after so many of us died in the war. However, it was all worth the struggle. We are reaching new heights. In fact, we even have started a spice trading ring in Zwopav. ZWOPAV!"

*Akzer's eyes widen*

Akzer: "There hasn't been Pirate Lord activity on Zwopav in centuries..."

Ozar: "Exactly. It is my desire to keep things in order, Akzer. I am not as anarchistic as Treskis was. Ergo, you must impress me."

Akzer: "Well, there are rumors of a few trade deals going on without your approval. If I interrupt them w-"

Ozar: "Akzer, as your relative, I believe it is within my right to tell you that I do not care how you impress me. I simply ask that you do so. Your friend may help you as well."

*Akzer smiles and looks at F-Blackout*

Akzer: "Let's go ruin someone's day. I have just the person in mind."

--

<Liquid Metallicon, Slums>

*Fourteen struggles against the flood*

Fourteen: "Not...bloody....likely!"

*Fourteen uses his telekinesis to break free from the water spell. Fourteen then attempts to use this telekinesis to pin Sachiel to a nearby wall*

Fourteen: "Look mate, no matter who lives, or who dies, the Pirate Lords will always rule."

*Fourteen shoots his gun at Sachiel's leg*

--

<Liquid Metallicon, Palace of the Red Lady>

*A Liquid Metalliconite pirate enters the palace*

???: "Ma'am, just got word from our supplier! He's on his way, and wants to meet us at the docks in a few minutes!"

OOS: Waiting on Zev and Clay for the rest.

<Saskana>

Ynot: No thanks to me.....

*Ynot flies up to the platform, and hangs over Perseus, glaring at him*

Ynot: No thanks to me? Where the hell were you when I was flying all over the galaxy to track down this fiend? Where were you when he was trying to kill my friends?

*He gets slightly closer to Perseus*

Ynot: Don't you dare think for a god damn second that you have the right to speak to me like that just because you've taken off that silver ring. Yes, I noticed the red energy. I've been keeping tabs on your old team. Did you know that there's a good chance that Figlio is behind this? He was your damn target. If you had disposed of him properly, we might well have avoided this mess!

*He pokes Perseus angrily*

-----

<The Divine Providence>

*Blackout sighs when he sees Malygos, his idea of intimidating Malygos' delegates through his mere presence now not to be*

Blackout: So, shall we talk?

-----

<The Zone of Shadows>

*The assassin droids teleport to their own ship*

*They prepare for lift-off*

-----

<Malchior IV/Space>

*Aster goes to 'sleep'*

-----

<Atuar Sadiares>

Nikolai: So, care to explain why?

Amy: *sits down* They were annoying the hell out of me.

Nikolai: No, the real reason.

Amy: The real-? Nick, don't do this psychoanalysis crap, you're no good at it.

Nikolai: *glares*

Amy: Ugh..... look, I don't like this, okay? I'm not made to sell fish, I'm made to shoot at things. Like, literally made to shoot at things. I'm sick of the only excitement in my life being a rich customer.

-----

<Roodaka's ship>

Roodaka: Why do you bother?

*Jones, who had been looking out the window until then, turns around*

Jones: I beg your pardon?

Roodaka: The barbs, the cryptic hints, the precise timing of every word..... why? Where does it get you?

Jones: You think in the short-term, Roodaka. That's not a slight, of course, it's part of what you do. I must think millennia ahead. Let them fight. Klak must grow more distant from his friends, so that when the time comes for him to face F-Klak, he shall not trust them. He will fight on alone, and fall.

-----

<The Bat-Cave>

*F-Blackout facepalms, and using telekinesis, he forcibly separates Rahn and Julio*

F-Blackout: See, this is your other problem. You all think your teammates are idiots. And you're all correct, but you need to learn to deal with it. Rahn, what if I had been an actual enemy? I could have killed you both right there and then. All of you must learn to love and tolerate each other, right now!

-----

<Liquid-Metallicon>

F-Blackout: Actually, Ozar, I had a proposal for you. A lucrative business deal, so to speak.

-----

<Malchior IV, Senate>

*Skedaddle sends a telepathic message to several other shape-shifters*

*Over the next day, several dozen Liberal senators will receive letters detailing various misdeeds and/or affairs they may have committed*

*He then picks up the phone, and calls Senator Woodstall*

Alan: Hey there. How are you doing?

-----

<Neo Z'traa>

Ricochet: *telepathetically* Don't touch it. If the gold is sacred to them, they won't appreciate us trying to take it.

-----

OOS: Waiting on Kon for Teruga Prime.

<Malchior IV, Bourba City>

Dreis stares surprisedly  at Asled and his offered hand, before his face split with a huge grin, He put his hands on his hips, raising an eybrow at the man, then grasped his hand firmly and shook it.

Dreis: Well, ya'know, I get around, fight a lot. Used to be a cage fighter too, yeah, yeah... So uh, who's interested? Will there be money?

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<AtSad, Spaceport>

Ray looked ashen-faced at Zae, before shaking himself from sadness and grinnign.

Ray: Hey, uh, this is it! The Bountiful Dawn. I guess you're off then?

---------------------

<Liquid Metallicon>

Calm moved through the crowd, which seemed to part like water around his massive robed frame. muscle-bound men stepped out of their way for him, and the pickpockets that moved throughout the crowd avoided him in a startlingly wide radius. He glanced left, into an alleyway, darting off the street. He sprinted through the alleyways, turning a corner and getting splashed with water in the process. Ahead of him stands Lord Fourteen and Sachiel.

"A pirate and a doctor... and both of ill intent...." Calm murmers to himself. He extends his hands out from under his robes, and Noble Eightfold Path is summoned, creating a forcefield that stops Fourteens round, and Sachiel's water attacks. He spins left, and NEP mirrors his movements; the forcefield knocks Sachiel off his feet. Calm steps between the two.

"What business here led to this? Tell me and receive fair judgement."

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<Saskana, Orbit>

Breaker grimaces, then opens communications with the two fighter craft.

"I request an audience with one Sefer Yetzirah."

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OOS: put this on to set the scene: Glass Swords

<Unknown Planet, A Desert>


Arbatum Excellent Neutral Lucia XII pulled the skin from a peach with slender ivory fingers. Juice ran down his palms; he licked them tenderly before biting into the fruit. All of his movements were delicate, careful. Sat on the rock overlooking the vista, Neutral Lucia looked serenely calm. Beside and to his right stood Regas Orniu Fallen Burst, First Knight of the Chevaliers De L'étoile; to his fore and left sat Unlimited Flamberge Henri Novallue, Neutral Lucia's childhood friend. Henri was perched on the edge of the outcropping, dangling her legs over the edge. Neutral stood up, throwing the pit of the peach down the valley. Henri glanced back toward him.

"Has it begun?"

"I suppose," Neutral answered absent-mindedly.

"Can't you sense it? I can." Henri smirked at him, before turning back to the vista before them.

"I suppose."

Orniu stepped forward, laying a hand on Neutral's shoulder. "It is time, Master Lucia."

From over the horizon Henri spotted a plume of dust, and a single flash of light as the harsh sun reflected off of burnished metal. Neutral stepped toward the edge of the cliff. He could feel the twisting in his gut, but no sign of his nervousness showed on his ephemerally beautiful face. The point of light flashed again; it was speeding toward them at astounding speed. Neutral grabbed his head as a searing pain spread inside.

You are one, Neutral Lucia.

Neutral looked for the source of voice; Orniu stood, silent and resolute as always. Henri was squinting out over the vista. Neutral settled his eyes once again on the light- but it disappeared; the Lanciere had dipped into the valley. Henri stood, her huge frilled dress billowing in the wind, and her cape whipping madly, snapping in front of Neutral's gaze. The wind grew, blowing hard enough as to knock Henri's large hat off; she stopped it telekinetically and clutched it with one pale hand. Then the wind dropped, and the Lanciere was there, shimmering in front of them.

Spoiler:

It was huge; 12 metres tall, with a shining coat of silver armour accentuated with gold and mother of pearl. A huge ruby, polished to dazzling brilliance, was set into the Lanciere's helm, which sat above a facemask carved in the likeness of a god. Four similar jewels were set into each of both the shoulders and gauntlets. Coils of golden cable fell from its neck like twists of hair. In it's left hand it carried a titanic sabre, as tall as itself; the hilt was pure gold, the sheathe a deep red. In its right hand it held a lance, as tall again as itself, with a shimmering platinum point. The Lanciere sported huge twin binders, suspended from its shoulders as though they were an angel's wings. It hovered in front of them, and its presence seemed to suck the very sound from the air. Neutral hovered, then rose toward it, the ruby set into his own head glowing faintly. The Lanciere tipped its head forward slightly, as though it was looking at him.

You are one.

< Saskana, Surface >

Captain Eurobeat looks upwards, staring wistfully at the sky. A sad melody begins to play as his hair blows dramatically in the wind.

"Ascheron... that man represents a chapter of human history I had long thought closed. A chapter wherein people were unable to trust each other, and fought endlessly. It was a pointless, bloody chapter of our past... but to Ascheron it was a golden age, that he sees fit to drag us all back to. Pride consumes him and hatred rules him... his soul is truly one weighed down by gravity."

By this time, Captain Eurobeat is standing dramatically on a rock, his hands at his waist.

"But, uh, on a more useful note, he's the dictator of an empire known as the Republic of Luria, in the far east of the galaxy."

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< Saskana, Orbit, Divine Providence >

A young, female Takemikazuchi officer stood in the transport chamber, unfazed by either Blackout's intimidating appearance or Malygos's sheer presence, and flanked on either side by Tokubetsu Butai soldiers carrying rifles that looked suspiciously like bullpup M14s. Drawing her hand off the handle of the Katana that sat at her side, she gave a customary two-finger salute to the two leaders.

"I am Lieutenant Commander Lacus Clyne, of the Dai-Takemikazuchi Tenkoku Kaigun. If you'd please follow me."

Lacus lead Blackout and Malygos from the room, the Tokubetsu Butai soldiers falling in behind. The interior of the ship was vast and expansive, with corridors as wide as city streets, though incomplete - down corridors leading off from the central one the group followed, one could see sparks from arc welding, and some of the corridors were simply barred off until construction had finished. Eventually they arrived at the meeting room of the Divine Providence, overlooking the ship's Stargate. A portrait of Emperor Sefer was hung behind were Rokubungi Gendo was sitting, quickly obscured as he stood up, nodding respectfully to Blackout and Malygos. Looking to Blackout, Gendo gestured to a seat at the Stargate-side of the room, before gesturing to the opposite seat whilst looking to Malygos. Curiously, on the wall behind Malygos's provided seat was hung not only the flag of the Takemikazuchi, but a second previously unseen flag feauturing the word "EXALT", under which was written "EXtended Alliance of Liberty Treaty".  

"Thank you for honoring our request, and appearing in person." he said, dismissing the Tokubetsu Butai. Lacus walked over and sat around the corner of the table from him, opposite from Blackout's seat, and with a seat between her and Malygos's seat. Gendo sat back down, shuffling a stack of papers that were laid out before him.

"As the faction who has called for this Arbitration, I would ask that the Dominion presents its claim first."

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< Saskana, Orbit, Buster's Location >

"Sefer Yetzirah is not aboard this vessel. Retreat immediately; this is your final warning"

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< Sapsa >

Sefer smirked, returning her hand to her pocket.

"Deserving only of subjugation..." she replied, thinking Leviathan's words over in her head. "Yes, that's certainly true. Were it the best course of action I could take, I'd gladly subjugate Gabriel Ascheron myself. Let there be no mistake about that."

She kicked off the ground, gently, and floated for a moment, her legs falling limp as she did. She savoured the weightless feeling for a brief moment before looking back to Leviathan. Her brow furrowed. "But... if we wage war on the Republic, are you going to apologize to the families of those soldiers lost in the conflict? Are you going to accommodate the refugees flooding over the border as their empire collapses and entire worlds descend into chaos? Are you going to bear the brunt of the retribution when the sons and daughters of those killed rise up in hatred against you?"

She touched back down, her serious expression returning to her usual smirk. "There are those within the Republic who are dissatisfied with Ascheron's leadership - not just commonfolk and the oppressed, but leaders of government and finance. Ascheron, self-proclaimed protector of the Republic,  is leading it towards to destruction - and those with an investment in said Republic are looking for a new protector." She smiled. "I'm sure you know what I'm getting at. It's convenient for these people that a new ally has appeared, and with her brought the best fortune the Republic has ever seen. My technological expertise alone has brought the Republic up to speed with the rest of the universe, so that they no longer fear invasion. My counsel has kept Ascheron in line, and prevented many of the atrocities he had planned. These people look to the Takemikazuchi Empire as a glowing beacon of progress and civilization, yet to their own Republic as a sinking, burning ship, with Ascheron still at the helm."

She turned, looking to the council surrounding them, inspecting them one-by-one, as if individually addressing them. "Once my position is cemented in the collective psyche of the Lurian leadership, they will be willing to abandon Ascheron if I so much as suggest it. Then, the Republic shall be ours, to reform and bring into the fold of interstellar peace. There will be no need for war or conflict, or any of the bloodshed and expense that comes with it. But I can't do that if I dissolve my alliance with the Republic."

She turned back to Leviathan. "If you despise Ascheron and his ideals, as I do, then allying yourself with me is your best course of action. Though I can't guarantee that you'll be able to subjugate Ascheron personally - I think there might be a bit of competition for that right." she replied, smirking.

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< Sorangard, Lurian Capital City >

Ascheron sat in his throne room. His two most trusted generals stood before him; the largest of which was a huge, black-skinned man, his massive form barely contained within his medal-adorned military regalia. His lips were pulled into a sadistic grin as Ascheron sat, the tips of his fingers pressed to the edges of his forehead.

"Lord Ascheron." announced the black man - he was Krieg, a former bodyguard of Ascheron's raised to the position of General due to his talent and enthusiasm for war, and who had gained the moniker "Death's Thirteen" for his acts of butchery and slaughter. Feared by most of the Lurian government save Ascheron himself, he had never been granted or even offered the title of Lord. "My forces have complete suppression of our newly-gained territories."

"Good." replied Ascheron. He looked up, and to the remaining general "And your forces?"

He stepped forwards - Lord Remarkable Silver, named for his long, silver hair, which fell to the middle of his back. He threw his arm out so that his white cape splayed out around him, and bowed. He had an androgynous, beautiful appearance, with a slender figure. His skin was white such that it suggested albinism, though he had the piercing red eyes of a vampire. He was known by the moniker "Silver Justice", due to his brutal public executions of anyone he felt had defied the will or ideals of Ascheron. "My forces have completed our goals. Our new territories are adequately suppressed."

"Very well. Leave, and maintain the fleets at their current location." ordered Ascheron. The two generals left, an Ascheron's psychic aide, Altian, emerged from a doorway, bowing before the throne.

"My lord."

"Altian... I know not if it is within your psychic abilities, but please attempt to contact he who goes by the name 'Mazkertis'... tell him that he should arrive here to discuss our further plans."

"Yes, my lord." replied Altian, who closed his eyes, meditating fiercely. After a minute or so he opened his eyes, and stood up.

"I believe he has received my message."

"Good." replied Ascheron, pulling out the golden hilt of a lightsaber, and igniting it. The red blade shot into life, and Altian only had time to fall backwards, paralyzed in fear, before Ascheron removed his head, and stabbed his body many times, cutting into the stonework of the floor beneath. He grinned as he did. "Now you have outlived your usefulness to me, wizard, as the fool Mazkertis soon shall too..."

He sheathed the blade, returning the hilt to his pocket, and called for his royal guards to clean up the mess.

<The Divine Providence>

Malygos smiled, nodding. "Of course." They stood up, their red eyes flashing in the artificial light of the ship. "You all know of the recent dissension of the world of Saskana from the Dominion - a sad event, but ultimately irrelevant in the larger scheme of things."

They paused, snapping their fingers, a paper appearing in their hand, the Dominion emblem in the upper left corner. Names in calligraphic violet text appeared on the page. "I have here a list of names of Dominion citizens and Saskanan Dominion sympathists who have been locked up due to the civil turmoil over the decision to split from the Dominion."

"While we have offered to relocate these civilians, the Saskanan government has refused to hear me. In addition, they stole numerous Dominion military spacecraft to impersonate the Imperial Fleet, no doubt in an attempt to start the war. I had come here in the Bahamut to make formal demands of the Saskanan government. But who should come here and stop me."

Malygos glared up at Blackout's hulking form. "None but the Zerstörung durch Fortschritte der Technologie Foundation. I am aware of the personal history between myself and Blackout, but of course I am willing to believe that his motivations are just and completely legal."

A small, mocking smirk twitched at their face, before vanishing as quickly as it had come. "My requests are simple. Return the citizens of the Dominion - and those Saskanan citizens who would prefer to be relocated than to stay within a prison on this planet - to Dominion custody. Braxis, for instance, and other fringe colonies, could most certainly use greater population. However," they continued, "there is one other matter. That of the deliberate attacks on Dominion allies by ships bearing Dominion standards. For that, I believe a promise to return the ships to Dominaria immediately, in addition for economic reparations, to be paid out to the Dominion - to finance, of course, those same citizens we are relocating - would also be in order."

Malygos sat back in their chair steepling their hands. Your move, Makuta.

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<The Zodiark>

Eos nodded. "No doubt HYDRA would very much prefer that device stay in their hands." He gestured emphatically, raising his voice so as to be heard. "Helmsman, set a course for the nearest Dominion junction-gate immediately. We'll need to ensure that we're in friendly territory before we take any other action."

"Understood, sir," she said, powering up the ship's engines.

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<Malchior IV, Claws Camp>

Anzu nodded, tapping his ear. "This is Imperial Consort Anzu to the closest Dominion base. We have a localized magical leakage due to injury here, and are requesting that Quolas be taken to a Dominion medical center immediately."

He paused, then nodded. "They're on their way," he assured. "Are we ready for departure?"

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<Liquid Metallicon Slums>

Sachiel cried out at the bullet grazing his leg, slumping to the ground. "Very well, then. Get it over with."

Then, to his astonishment, someone interrupted the fight. "Who are you?" he asked. "And, justice? On Liquid Metallicon? Don't make me laugh. There's nothing here but lies and exploitation."

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<Liquid Metallicon, Palace of the Red Lady>

Cassandra's voice changed almost immediately, her low, seductive air upon speaking with Ophelia changing to the hard, forceful tone of one who was used to command, and expected to be obeyed. "Very well. Ophelia, you will accompany me to the site. I want to ensure this operation's success personally."

She looked down at her lackey. "You. Get us to the warehouse district on sector eight."

He nodded. "Yes, my lady."

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<Sapsa, Whorlspeakers' Chamber>

Leviathan paused, his red eyes blinking. Then, he let out a long, hearty, bellowing laugh. A laugh which shook the very chamber they were in, as those around him dropped to their knees in reverence. "You are good, child. You are very good. Far too few of those your age would ignore wisdom and destroy those around them without thought for consequence. Yes, while Gabriel Ascheron is a serpent whose removal the realm would benefit from, there is no need for us to lift a fin to do so. Ascheron is a fool, clutching onto fool's dreams, destined to drown in his own bile with his empire."

He stopped, glaring at Sefer once again. "However, if you are allying with them just for the sake of destabilizing them faster, what does that mean, Yetzirah, for our people? What are your motivations for allying with us, and what assurances can I receive that my domain is not threatened?"

[Rhadan]

The rebels being led by Sinjon had finally made it all to the remains of the bottom floor of the palace. The group was equipped with ragged junk weapons, such as old discarded rifles and thrown-together, shambled, explosive and electric weapons. Sinjon then divided the group into teams. "Wols, go through the food chamber and steal any food you can get. Wugg Wug, Hoh Huhh, Wolol Hohlo, Fig Newton, Memme Mem, you need to move into the armory and secure it. Konn Kon, Will Willson, and Dengdengdeng-deng Deng-dengdeng, you need to relay with Doug. He's presumably killed Gaon or about to. Richard Ross, Ricardo Ross, Akot Deng Kon, move towards the entrances and shut them down. Kek Kug, you're with me. You're the only Kug left loyal to us and related to Gaon. You'll be needed to confirm your inheritance to the throne and then disregard it to allow voting. Now, everyone move out! Whoa Willson is leading the ground rebels in the city, so no need to worry about that."

The teams then moved out. Sinjon then pulled out a case from under his robes to Kek Kug. He opened it up to reveal a double-barreled shotgun. This was no ordinary one: It was the Kug's family weapon. It was able to shoot two heated pieces of rebar to kill most beings. "It's all yours, my friend." Kek nodded and loaded the shotgun with the 3 feet pieces of rebar. The two then moved out.

The Wol Squad moved in on the food chamber. There was two big J'oh'J Bugs guarding it. Woll motioned for them to split on two sides of the corridor. He got out his shotgun and went DENG DENG on the two insectoids. Wong tossed a Molotov Cocktail infront of them, burning one of the J'oh'J.

"OH SHIIIIEEEETTTTT!!!!" he shouted. Wot charged up his electric ball rifle, with the end expanding open to enlarge the conduit to channel the electricity. As the enflamed guard fell to his knees to put out the fire, Wot shot the electric ball at the other guard, who was in shock of his flaming brethern. The electric energy ball went inside his body, then exploded. The electricity incinerated most of the body, but some gore flung around.

The team moved in on the door, which was left wide open as the dumb brutes never expected to be defeated. They got a hovercart and began loading the food on, with Woll and Wololowei guarding the entrance.

Meanwhile, Sinjon and Kek had been running to the palace room. A surprising lack of guards through the corridors, the two moved through ease in the building of chaos, after the explosion. They burst open the door to the palace room, guns ready, only to see Gaon on the floor, dead already, foam frothing at his mouth. Kek Kug went up to his grandfather.
"U fat ugle bitch...dont mess with me and my. Nigers. We will beat the shit out of u."
"Huh? Fuck u, Kek."

Sinjon had his rifle out and was scanning the room for any guards. He then locked the door behind him, turning on the shielding also. One of the few places on Rhadan with sufficient technology for this, he had to make use of this. Even the J'oh'J could not get through this.

"go fuk urself ur daddy so fatass, ur mom is ugly."
"Those are your great grandparents, you mudderkugger."
"give me the throne or i will beat the shit out of u. im not playing wif u u son of a bitch."
"skinny ass bones shut the fuck up i fucking hate you and all my other grandchildren."
"say anything that offends anybody else that is a bad insult and i will kill u"
"fuck no and fuck u." Gaon grabbed Kek by the throat with his fat fuckin arm, but Kek had been holding the Kug Rebar Shotgun in his arm. He then pointed it towards Gaon's face as he was choking Kek.
"u fat ugle bitch....give me the throne or i will deng deng u to hell..."
"....fuq u u bich"
Kek then blew out the brains of Gaon with two heated rebar, right through his head. Kek fell to the ground to catch his breath, landing on his knees and dropping the shotgun.

"Totally gruesome dude!" Dakk Dak appeared from behind the bed.
"Dakk, what the FOK are you doing here?"
"Well Sinjon, you didn't give me an order, so I just followed you guys, but then I got lost and ended up here, which I knew where you were going so I just hid under this bed until you came."
"Don't Ever Do That Again, Dakk."

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[Zrintch's Fleet]

Zrintch sent an order to one of his scout ships to go to Dekan. They said they would call it in when they pick them[The We'd Warriors] up.

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[Meme World, Heckler and Heller]
Stardust stood over The Heller. The Heller, who showed no fear, no hecks, as his family taught him, got up from his knockdown. His floating hand pushed into Stardust, and he began his rant: "Now listen here you starry-eyed male stripper fagmaster, I'm not fucking scared of your little gayass powers and having a name to some gay strip club for faggots like you. What kind of gay-ass name is fucking Stardust? Gay as fuck man. You a little bitch, you ain't got no powers, just a flying fairy with a retard face and wrestler body. I don't know why the fuck that little PAN tommy wiseau locked you up, but-" Stardust then picked up The Heller by his body. His deformed, hugely unproportional hands completely grasped The Heller's body. His cold, soulless eyes stared into The Heller's.

"FOR YOUR CRIMES OF CAUSING CHAOS EVERYWHERE YOU GO AND REFUSING ALL AUTHORITY, YOU SHALL NOW BE JUDGED." Stardust then shot a yellow ray of obedience into The Heller. The ray commanded him to no longer swear, insult, or belittle others. It also made him help people when possible. Stardust dropped him on the ground.
"You-you, you!" The Heller was surprised. He was unable to swear. "WHAT DID YOU DO, STARDUST?!"

"YOU CAN NOW ONLY BE NICE TO OTHERS AND HELP OTHERS IN NEED. YOU ARE ALSO NOW TRAPPED ON MEME WORLD FOREVER."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! STARDUST!!!!!!!"
He looked at the Heller. He then shot a secret ray at Heller, making him see all the insults and deaths he's caused over the years, much like Ghost Rider's Penance Stare, only worse, as it physically manifested in your eyesight...forever. The Heller falls over, writhing in pain and having a mental breakdown.
Stardust then struts over to The Heckler. The Heckler looked at him, with the same bored look he always has. He just shrugs. "YOU....WHAT ARE YOU?"
"A man who doesn't give a heck."
"YOU CAN'T BE ANALYZED BY MY RAYS"
"Yes, Stardust. The hecks flow strong into one as egotistical as you."
"SILENCE!" Stardust shot a Ray of Silence into The Heckler. He just shrugs once again, not giving a heck. "Haha Just saying." Stardust shot a Ray of Growth from his stiff arm to the ground under Heckler, making the rocks go up and knock him over. It seemed indirect results of Stardust's Rays still affected him.

The Heckler smirked while he lurked around Stardust, who stood so proud and alien infront of him. This man has no fear, and nigh-omniscient powers due to his, what seemed to be, infinitive Rays. It should be noted all his Rays are the same bright yellow color and shaped like lightning bolts, making it impossible to predict what he would do. He then uses an anti-gravity ray around the area to make them float. The Heckler had to do what he pledge not to: He had to give a heck. Like a pacifist forced to fight, this was no easy experience for The Heckler.

The Heckler made his floating glove hands into fists and then knocked a good one on Stardust. The two exchanged blows, but Stardust's punches did nothing to The Heckler, with Stardust having to use his Rays of Reversing and Suspending to throw objects at The Heckler. Stardust's ability to control the fundamental forces of the universe, yet not defeat The Heckler, truly angered him. Stardust compressed pieces of air into bullets and flung them at killer speeds, yet Heckler shrugged them off as nothing.

"You want to know my secret Stardust?" The Heckler said as he spun around. Stardust used a Ray of Reversing to retract the air bullets and keep sending them back. They still had no effect. The Heckler floated over Stardust, slowly as possibly due to his anti-gravity ray. As he passed by Stardust's face, he looked him in the eye and said: "Because I do not give a heck." Stardust's face sunk in, and a deep, darkened face appeared, with drastically emphasized facial features. As The Heckler landed on the other side, he continued. "I do not give a heck about my life. I do not fear death, I do not fear you, and I do not fear what you do. I do not give a heck about your status, your power, nothing. But what I do give a heck about, is your drastic use of throwing hecks around like nothing, causing more problems than solving. You are nothing but a power-crazed star, rejected from your peers from your own insanity."

Stardust was devastated. He was the made mode. "NO HECKLER, IT IS YOU WHO HAS REJECTED HIMSELF FROM THE HECKS OF LIFE." A large yellow light covered the area, brighter than the artificial happy sun of Meme World. That sun, infact, gasped himself when he saw the brightness. Stardust teleported the whole area him and Heckler were fighting in. Who knows to where, though?

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[Meme World, Funeral]

It was 12 hours later. The funeral was already prepared, and the message spread through fast, as this was Meme World. The coffins of Yon, Shrek, The Hand, and See-Man, with no bodies in them. Tommy Wiseau didn't get a funeral, for nobody really likes him as Leader of Meme World and his weird antics involving his cult classic Earth movies and TV shows.

Classic and old memes from around the world came to the funeral, knowing that their dictator was defeated by these fellow Memers. From memes like Lolcats, LeTrole Ruseman, Forever Alone guy and Lelele Man Le, to niche ones like in the and and Indian Kid. Even abstract memes like the concept of language and capitalism came to pay their respects. Today, in an oddity of Meme World, it rained bytes of forgotten data across the landscape. When a byte landed on something, it would disappear and make a low-quality, 8-bit sounded esque noise of a raindrop and data transfer.

The original dongers of Skelly Bones(he had remembered his full name again after Hungry-man reminded him, but was stuck in a wheelchair for now), Jesse Ventura, Saitama, Merasmus, No Image Guy, Ross Mandell, Billy Mays, Soldier of Red TF2, The Shell-Shocked Cat, Randolph Moloch, and Ainsley Harriot stood around the coffins. They remembered the short times of them for two missions and the space travels, but most of them weeped, cried, or seemed depressed. All but one, being Pumkin of course, who, as usual, shows no signs of emotions that are not related to his hunger.

The Shell-Shocked Cat had war flashbacks once again, this time on Teruga Prime when they broke into prison with Yon and killed Vok. A shiver shook in his bones, making him grip the jelly dolphin beater. Jesse Ventura walked up to the stand. "In memory of these 4 brave souls, who came into our lives and left as fast as they did, sacrificed themselves for the better of this world and universe," a tear was shed from his eye, "Now, if anyone has any words for these dead soldiers, come up and speak now." Ross then got up and patted Jesse on the back and hugged him. He then walked up to the podium himself.

"Their time was now," Ross said, "But in our hearts, as Shrek would say, their time is "Never Ogre,"' Ross stepped down and moved along, wiping off his tears with his sleeve. Soldier walked up next.
"They were some of the best Soldiers I've ever fought with, and I would accept the offer all over again just to experience it! They were true Dongers. They rode together. They died together." Soldier then cried uncontrollably, with Merasmus escorting him off the podium.

Billys Mays came up next. "Their special offer was one that no one couldn't resist, but it looks like their shipping and handling wasn't free for this mission after all..." Billy Mays' smile dropped this minute, and he then got off the podium too.

Saitama walked up next, and he wasn't wearing his One-Punch Man costume. "They were real S-Class Heroes. Better than what I normally deal with. And they didn't even get paid like them." He got off the podium as normal as he walked on. Ainsley Harriot walked up after him.

"Aye, the good ol' Yon sure cooked some real spicy battles, and some good spice added to a meaningful meal. If it wasn't for those recipe masters we wouldn't have been ingredients."

The speeches went on from others, but that was the end from the original dongers. Ayy informed them a funeral for Yon would be held on Teruga Prime when the Civil War crisis died down so they wouldn't be so suspicious. As the Byte Rain died down, they took the coffins of the dead Dongers and loaded them onto Bones' ship.

Back on the ship, Skelly Bones wrote the field report to send to Zrintch. They were, however, unable to contact Zrintch. A group of LGAM engineers had been slowly crafting a second ship for the Wang Gang. And idea they had was connecting the two ships during major travel, like Bespin Cloud Cars, but then disconnecting for closer travel. Aye yeah'd that, and so did some other LGAM.

When they're finally able to contact Zrintch again, they'll be able to leave Meme World for their next mission.

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[Saskana]
In the ocean of Saskana, in the lightless depth, Niflheim had been detecting the waves and problems of Saskana. He had detected the area where a man of metal had been thrown into the sea, along with wreckage. The waves spread quite far. It was clear these were powerful people, but perhaps he'd find some answers to where he was. Nif got onto a giant manta ray, and commanding an army of sea creatures behind him, he accelerated the vector of water around them to that point. He was able to manipulate the water to clear the path from any fatalities, and also make sure the water did not heat up and incinerate anything.

As he made his way to this area, Niflheim was modifying his body. As usual, the eyes of a Mantis Shrimp served best, compared to anything native he found on Saskana. His detection of any water around made it somewhat useless, but being able to analyze non-water things was obviously useful, especially on such a wide spectrum. He coated himself in crustacean armor, then used the color-shifting of an octopus to pattern it how he wanted. In this case, a deep dark blue with glowing blue biolights, and some white and lighter blue splashed around. He also aligned some coral on his armor for traction. He then grew spiked fins on his arms, legs, and back, with various lethal poisons in them if he needed to. He used his connection to Hoh to calculate the body changes, using the sea creatures as computer memory, in a way.

Finally arriving, Nif assumed it best to not start a fight right away. Nif raised the waters under him, with no sea creatures(hiding them in deeper waters). He covered himself in a shield of water and kept a constant reverse of the vectors to reflect anything to be thrown to him, then had the rest of the water be shaped as fin 'wings,' like some kind of manta ray fins mixed with dragon wings. He made sure to have no weapons formed immediately to appear to be peaceful, but could on a moment's notice with the water. Nif then got onto the lower levels of the platform, looking around at the battle. He strutted while walking, like a real NEON ORANGE SKELETON would.

"What the FOK is going on here?"

OOS: Posting with just Blackout to keep the wheels turning. Still waiting on Klak and Kon.

<The Divine Providence>

*Blackout considers Malygos' arguments for a moment*

Blackout: Indeed, our actions are entirely legal. The ZFT Foundation Free State and the Republic of Saskana are bound by a political and military alliance - we saw an alien power trying to intimidate a treaty ally and reacted. You would do the same, Malygos.

*He drums his fingers on the table*

Blackout: Now, let us move onto more concrete matters. About these Dominion citizens..... You would no doubt have me believe that they are in some way political prisoners. From my discussions with the Saskanan leadership, and my own independent contacts on the planet, I understand that, for the most part, they are terrorism suspects awaiting trial. Any state has a right and a duty to lock up those who are dangerous to society. Surely, you would not deny Saskana this right. *He looks Malygos in the eye* Of course, the Saskanan government has the right to declare an amnesty if it wishes to, but as a head of state myself, I wouldn't oblige such a request while so many other demands of..... varying degrees of reasonableness were being made of me.

*A smug, mocking smirk briefly appears on Blackout's face*

Blackout: As for the ships, on what grounds do you presume that the Saskanans intended to impersonate the Dominion? Perhaps they merely used the forces at their immediate disposal, most of which would of course bear Dominion emblems. Their state is still relatively young, and it takes time to repaint everything. *winks* I also don't see how you would know their intentions in attacking your supposed ally. I was not informed of any such attack, so I cannot know their intentions either, but is it not possible that they legitimately felt threatened by your ally, and intervened to protect their new-born state? Unless you have evidence to back up your assertions, I don't see how that is any less likely. And in any case, those ships were stationed on Saskana for the main purpose of defending it, were they not? I don't see why they should not serve the same purpose on an independent Saskana, nor why a sovereign state should be required to give up the bulk of its defensive capabilities as some sort of punishment for an incident in which virtually all of the facts are still in dispute.

*He sits back in his chair, examining Malygos' facial expression. He glances at Gendo, and smiles*

Blackout: But, nevertheless, this is a dispute that must be settled if a independent sovereign Saskanan state is to remain viable. I would like to present a counterproposal, one which will hopefully be acceptable to both the Dominion and the Saskanan government. The Saskanan government should declare an amnesty on all Dominion citizens and sympathisers currently standing accused of terrorism. They will be allowed to return to Dominion space if they so desire. I have no doubt that the overwhelming majority will choose this option. The ships will remain on Saskana, to allow for adequate defense against any aggressors, but the Dominion standards will be removed immediately, and the Saskanan government will be banned from using them for any purpose other than legitimate self-defense.

*He looks Malygos in the eye again, trying to gauge his reaction*

< The Divine Providence >

Gendo observes the discussion, his expression unchanging, and turns his gaze towards Malygos as Blackout makes his proposal.

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< Sapsa >

"Only if the Sahagin fell to the depths that Ascheron has would your fears would be justified." replied Sefer, smiling. "I'm not interested in expansion. I'm interested in stability. Ascheron represents a threat to peace, and as such, needs to be dealt with. But... your domain?"

She looked away, half chuckling at the ridiculousness of the idea. "There's no way that I could pose any threat to it. Ascheron's power comes from the fact that's he's a convenient leader in an inconvenient time - which means if a more convenient alternative were to turn up, his supporters would jump ship like their lives depended on it. But you..."

She jumped upwards, floating just before Leviathan's snout, and reaching out as if to touch it, her hand stopping just centimeters away. She locked eyes with him.

"...Are a God. Your power is older than civilization itself." she said, in an even more serious tone than usual. "Convenience is the core tenet that sustains the Republic, but you are the core tenet of the Sahagin. You created this civilization, and your leadership has sustained it. Whilst you are its leader there is no chance of me vying any support from your populace - and whilst you are its leader, the Sahagin aren't going to traverse the same downward spiral as the Republic - so I wouldn't have any reason to want to, in the first place."

She pushed herself backwards in the water, gently coming to a rest on the floor once more. "This is all, of course, assuming your religious teachings don't speak of a twenty-one year old Jewish girl who will arrive to lead your race to the promised land." she added, smirking.

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< Takemikazuchi Vessel Covenant >

Lunamaria rounded the corner, brushing her purple hair out of her face with the back of her hand as she did, and frowning. She hadn't gotten used to the feeling of the pistol on her waist; though all Takemikazuchi officers were supposed to carry their sidearms on their person at all times, the Takemikazuchi rarely ever did what they were supposed to. However, with the heightened security on board the vessel as a result of the Shepard salvage operation, she had found very quickly that not carrying her sidearm was a surefire way to get shouted at by an angry Shinsengumi operative.

She rounded another corner, and immediately noticed a loose wall panel, sparks emanating from behind it. Curious, she checked along both directions of the empty hallway, before kneeling down to inspect it. She pulled back the panel. Inside, many of the wires had been cut... and a red, crystalline substance had grown over it. Before she could react, the crystal shattered of its own accord, and the freed essence of Shepard's consciousness entered her.

He blinked, momentarily, and then inspected the palms of her hands, slowly coiling them into fists. He grinned, standing up, and reaching slowly for her pistol. This whiny bitch rounded the corner, before stopping at the sight of Lunamaria standing, grinning, in the corridor.

"Are you alright?"

Shepard turned, grinning, and drove the muzzle of the pistol into the underside of his Jaw, lifting him up and pressing him against the wall.

"Never been worse." he said, firing. The roof of the other guy's head exploded, painting the roof (and not a single tear was shed). At the sound of this, Lucrezia rounded the corner at the far end of the corridor, pistol at the ready. Shepard's arm shot out and fired at her; She ducked behind the cover of the corner, blind-firing around it. Shepard took the pistol from the dead body by his feet and fired it alongside his own.

"Stand down, Ensign!" she shouted. Shepard grinned.

"I'm afraid she's not quite herself. At the moment."

"What?!"

"Your containment measures were insufficient." replied Shepard, continuing to fire. "Protodermis on it's own isn't good enough. Energized Protodermis might have worked, but even so, it's not effective on its own - There was a microfracture in the outer wall of the environment, through which I was able to escape. So... I win!"

"Shepard?!"

"The one and only."

"God... damn it! Throw down your weapon and surrender, Shepard, or you're not making it out of here alive!"

"Alive? You'd call this alive? You've got a sick sense of humor. This is how it's going to work; that antidermis body you made for me will be hardwired into every system on this ship by now, and I can still interface with it remotely." he replied, as the self-destruct activated, red light drowning out the corridor. "You and your men have sixty seconds to leave this ship."

"You bast-"

"59. 58. 57..."

Lucrezia gritted her teeth, and turned, fleeing. Shepard dropped his pistol, sighing, and scratching the back of his neck. He had access to his host's memories, and so knew the exact location of the bridge; he cut through the crowded corridors filled with evacuating crewmen to reach it. When he arrived, it was deserted; he smiled, taking his seat at the command throne. He folded his legs, resting his feet on the central navigation console as an impromptu footrest, placing his arms behind his head. As the final escape pods shot clear of the Covenant's hull, the Dominion and Terminus turned, firing on it. Controlling the Covenant remotely through the antidermis interface, he unleashed a full barrage of its missiles on the two approaching ships, crippling their engines and leaving them adrift, their attacks ceasing as they consolidated their remaining reactor output. A warp portal opened before the Covenant.

Inside the ship, the self-destruct shut off. Shepard smiled. "I win, again. Now, let's go and have a few words with Blackout about this whole 'killing me with missiles' business."

The Covenant's engines ignited, shooting it into the warp portal, which closed after it.

<Quartz Athene, Royal Palace of the Fall of Cluster Empire, Cumulus IX, Homeworld of the Lithan race>


"Lord Luster Amazing Fortune, Starknight and End's Thirteen, the 19th of his name and 1311th Emperor of the Fall of Cluster. All praise."

The crowd in attendance pressed their fingertips lightly to the gemstones set into their foreheads. Lord Luster Amazing Fortune did the same, his fingers lightly brushing his Celestine crest. He wore a huge hat of silver silk, slashed with orange, and a regalia of striped silver and orange. Thirteen tiny celestine stars studded the left arm of the doublet. At his hip was a long and elegant sabre in a pearl sheathe; in his left hand he cradled a curved shield, bearing a crest showing thirteen stars, falling in a V toward the point of the shield. He wore a cape of finest purple satin, which was draped heavily over his right shoulder, concealing his right arm. He looked down adoringly at the crowd, who hung - literally - below, floating using telekinetic energies. The crowd slowly orbited around a central monument, carved of polished, faceted quartz at the top of which sat Lord Fortune. The herald spoke again.

"Lady Bryae Magnum Fortune, Starknight and Luck's Dozen, the 2nd of her name and 124th Regent Empress of the Fall of Cluster. All praise."

Lady Bryae Magnum Fortune floated downwards from a balcony hundreds of feet above the antechamber. She wore a plume gown of pale blue velvet, studded with a dozen sapphire stars across the left breast. Her crest was a soft-blue star sapphire. She carried a lance, but instead of a spearhead, the stave bore a sapphire of the same variety as her crest. She also carried a shield, which hung by a silk sash from her waist, resting on her thigh. her lily white skin seemed to glow as she descended to alight next to Lord Fortune; they briefly touched crests, a traditional Lithan show of affection.

"Lord Labrinth Lives, Starknight and Black's Eleven, 1st of his name and 332nd Duke of Dark."

Lord Labrinth Lives drifted upwards from the assembled crowd, assuming position just below the tier Lord and Lady Fortune sat upon. He wore a black coat of plates, with a single spiked pauldron covering his right shoudler. His crest was ruby; his lance was tapered with an inbuilt handguard, akin to a jousting lance, striped black and red. Eleven red stars ran down the left of his cuirass, from his gorget to his belt. He had a shock of black hair that covered the right side of his face.

"Lady Aegis Elixer Endless, Starknight and Ethereal's Ten, the 1st of her name and 350th Lady of Light."

Lady Aegis Elixer Endless now joined Lord Lives; her crest was of sunset opal, and her jumpsuit of ermine-trimmed orange shimmered as her slender body twisted through the air, the ten opal stars on her vest glinting in the hazy liht of the palace. She carried no lance, only a shield of the same orange as her clothing, daubed with 10 darker orange stars.

"Lord After Opulent Façade, Starknight and Strato's Nine, the 312th of his name and 312th Lord of Cloud."

Lord After Opulent Façade, clad in white robes over silver plate armour, carrying a silver lance and shield, his long white hair flowing around his perfectly chiselled white face, aglow with silver eyes, drifted up to join the other Lords and Ladies. His crest was a rounded pearl; nine huge mother-of-pearls were sown into his cloak.

The herald spoke on, and seven other Lords and Ladies joined the throng of legends orbiting the quartz pillar. Upon completing Lady Lancet Imagine Perfect's introduction, the Herald fell silent for some time. The crowd began to murmur telepathically to each other. An hour or more passed; with no way of telling inside the palace, time seemed to flow in odd ways. Finally, there was a shudder that broke the silence. The entire palace trembled, the quartz of the walls singing as the resonance grew. From on high, the Lanciere descended, slowing itself with its huge binders, pulses of red energy washing over the crowd below. The hush broke; each and every member took an intake of breath at the truly majestic sight. Only After Opulent Façade grinned, a look of sheer glee spread across his beautiful face. "He did it. The One."

The Lanciere floated above them, its binders folding inwards around its body. Arbatum Excellent Neutral Lucia XII hovered down toward the crowd, his shimmering gold and silver doublet holding a single dark, cut spinel. The herald spoke again, his voice tinged with awe.

"Arbatum Excellent Neutral Lucia XII, Starknight and Excellent's One, 1st of his name and the 1st Lord of Thirteen."

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<Slums, Liquid Mettalicon>

Calm looks toward Sachiel, towering over him in the darkness of the alleyway. NEP materialises behind him.

"Judgement is something that should not be taken lightly, Doctor."

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<Saskana, Orbit>

"'Fraid that won't be possible, Sir."

Breaker twists the controls, spinning rapidly to the left. The claws of the Drone detach, shooting toward one fighter, trailing tensile cables behind them. The projectiles lodge themselves in the jet, and he swings hard, dragging the fighter round and using it as a weapon against the other jet.

< Saskana, Orbit >

Twin visual displays of the interior of the fighter cockpits are relayed to Buster's mech, showing their sneering pilots.

The leftmost man, Drum, "speaks" first. "brrrrrrrrrr"

He transforms his Valkyrie, drawing a beam saber and cutting clean through the cables holding the jet as they pass, freeing his brother, Bass.

"~thank you~" says Bass, in this voice. The two fly upwards, circling around and firing at Buster's mech.

"brrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

"~we are not real soldiers, but actually assassins in the employ of Vance Vangelis~"

They unleash a horde of missiles towards Buster.

"~we will complete the mission instead of you, and we will claim the bounty for ourselves to claim~"

"thats our law"

"~you cannot defeat me, i hold the secrets of the machine~"

The missiles close in on Buster.

<User HQ>

User Kon: It's you who's out, Gobby! Out of this RPG!

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<Neo Z'traa>

Xikila (tp): I telekinetically move the beach, another grabs the gold, and I put the beach back in its place.

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<Sapsa system>

*The Good Ship Sugarboat is obliterated, seemingly with no survivors*

*The YONBOTS salute each other and fly away*

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<Kråvenhold>

*Mortimer falls from the roof of the barn and lands on his back next to the group*

*The gryphon that was pecking at him gives up and flies away*

Mortimer: Oh the indignity... oww...

Doug: I'll tell Malcolm that we won!

*Doug walks back to Malcolm's ship*

*Spanha goes with him, hoping to make use of his radio*

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<Malchior IV, Claws Camp/Lalli Cain's Ship>

Kakamu: You'll be set up just like I was when Jones is done with you, Nadle. That man carries nothing more than what he needs to, be it weapons... or pawns.

*Kakamu walks to the far side of the room and sits down, away from the others*

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Quolas: You're wasting your time. Only the oldest magical energies, some indescribable to modern ears, are capable of sealing this wound.

Etende: Well, it's the Dominion. I'd say they're pretty qualified... or, at least, its founders are.

Quolas: The... Dominion?

Etende: You're kidding, right?

Quolas: I do not understand.

Etende: It's one of the major powers in this galaxy, Quolas.

Quolas: What may seem all-encompassing to you, my dear, is but a fraction of what is actually out there. There are a great many galaxies that require my attention, and beyond.

Etende: Well, this Dominion was founded by Malygos.

Quolas: What?! Is that not who we were brought together to vanquish in the first place?

Etende: Yes, it is, but he's been brought down a notch since then. His apprentices are probably the only ones who can help you.

Quolas: But by the Sun, at what cost?

Etende: An exchange of information, perhaps? Just try not to mention that you can travel through time.

*Etende walks up to Anzu*

Etende: He's ready.

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<Teruga Prime>

*The Bounce-Bounce Revolution's bass cannon is destroyed, and the ship loses altitude, scraping against the dome of Retorian City and falling down into the wastelands outside*

*Some of the crew manage to eject in escape pods which launch further into the wastelands before the ship smashes over the ground*

*The TSS Ping-Pong Theory's ping-pong ball launchers are crippled by the ZFT ships' weapons*

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<Atuar Sadiares>

*Zae stares at the Bountiful Dawn open-mouthed, enthralled by its magnificence*

*Although her eye is still obscured by her blindfold, her toothy smile is visible*

Zae: Good ship! Where you go? Or where we go...

<Saskana>

Spotter: "Luria? I've heard things about them. Maybe Cutter would have known more...."

*Ynot argues at Perseus*

Perseus: "If you hadn't pulled your stunt, the Platinum Lanterns would have been there to stop Mazkertis from ever harming anyone! Now one of my Knights is dead!"

D-Klak (4): "Enough, Perseus. There's no need to point any fingers. We have to work together if we plan on stopping Mazkertis and the Lurians. They've already killed one of our comrades, for crying out loud! So put whatever arguments you've had aside. Understood?!"

*Perseus shakes his head*

Perseus: "Right. Let's go help Moe with Axalara."

*He flies down to the frozen lake. Axalara is unconscious, and Moe has given up trying to wake her up.*

Moe: "We have to find some sort of medic that helps Toa."

*Suddenly, Nif appears. Moe raises up his weapon*

Moe: "Who the HECK are you?!"

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<The Bat-Cave>

Rahn: "Love? Tolerance? I thought we were the bad guys!"

Julio: "I am not a villain! I am here to avenge my brother, Tulio!"

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<Malchior IV, Senate>

*Woodstall seems disinterested*

Senator Woodstall: "Hello, Skeddadle. I'm well. How are you?"

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<Neo Z'traa>

*Caiaphus smiles, and shakes his head at Xikella*

Caiaphus: "Because gold has touched the sand, I assume it is sacred as well. *he looks at Ricochet* You are correct, brother. We must not do anything. Brace yourselves for the next test."

*The beach disappears, and is replaced with a war-torn field. A Makuta and a Vrai are fighting each other to the death, and another Vrai is seen in the distance. The latter has a strange gleam in her eye, and she appears to be sneaking around, looking to for a way to intervene in the fight. A Rahkshi stands behind her, and it raises its staff, aiming it at the other Vrai*

Caiaphus: "Quick, we have to save someone here!"

---

< Saskana, Orbit>

*A space ship with an insignia none of the factions present have ever seen before speeds towards The Divine Providence, as though it is about to crash into it*

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<The Zodiark>

Figlio: "Actually, Eos, let's go to Saskana. I want to see what happened. Turel, set your ship's autopilot to meet mine at Point Epsilon."

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<Malchior IV, Lalli Cain's Spaceship>

*Lalli Cain's ship flew into space*

*Klak nods at Kakamu. Nadle remains silent. Klak walks away.*

Bob: "*whispers to Muta and Micros* Awkward."

*D-Klak arrives in the room that Quolas, Etende, and Anzu are in. He sits down, and painfully sighs*

D-Klak: "Yes, get started, Anzu."

*The ship jumps to lightspeed*

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<Liquid-Metallicon, Ozar's Base>

Ozar: "Oh?"

*Ozar motions for Akzer to get going. The latter shrugs, and leaves*

Ozar: "Please, do go on."

--

<Liquid Metallicon Slums>

*Fourteen rolled his eyes upon seeing Calm*

Fourteen: "Oh crap, not you. Ugh, whatever, he bloody tried to stab me in the damn slums! 'e deserves to be shot! I-"

*Fourteen suddenly stops. Calm and Sachiel see his visage change from one that expressed anger to one that expressed fear and anxiety*

Fourteen: "He's....he's here. He is here. At your hospital, Sachy..."

*Meanwhile, a human with tattered clothing knocks on the door of Sachiel's medical office. He is holding something white in his hands.*

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<Liquid Metallicon, Sector Eight, Warehouse district>

*A skiff arrives at its destination. Lady Cassandra's supplier steps out with some hired guns surrounding him. He is carrying a suitcase that contains several vials of dragon blood*

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<Meme World>

*The Dongers and the Ayy Ship both received a transmission from Big Man Tyrone himself. The look on his face was serious and somber.*

Tyrone: "Hello, Dong Squad. I am very sorry to hear about the death of Yon, See-Man, Tiny the Dwarf, and Shrek. They were true warriors, and they will sincerely be missed. However, their sacrifice cannot be in vain. You obtained the Mask, and now can use it to defeat cheeky scrubs on your quest. May the others RIP in Peace, and may you continue fighting."

*Tyrone's transmission ended. Rog Rogerson ran over to the battle between The Heckler and Stardust, and started to report on it, like a good journalist*

*Caged Pills approached one of the Terugans present at the funeral*

Caged Pills: "Uhh, sorry, but...you got any PEELZ?"

*Meanwhile, on the LGAM ship, TTT was getting impatient*

TTT: "so wen are we going on our quest?"

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<User HQ>

User MK: FINISH IT! FINISH IT!

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<Sapsa system>

*Boltman dances in victory, and follows the YONBOTS*

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<Kråvenhold>

Spoony: "So, now what?"

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<Cabana Prime>

*Coro trips, and begins having another vision*

*He sees a battered city full of fire, with several soldiers fighting in its town square. Half of the troops are wearing red armor, while the other half are wearing green uniforms. The leader of the green soldiers is wearing a dark leather pea coat, and black pants. He fires his laser gun at several of the red armored troopers, killing them. In the distance, a massive flagship crashes.*

*The mission flashes to the "city limit" sign, now nearly destroyed by the battle. Coro can only make out the words "Malchior IV".*

<AtSad, Spaceport>

Ray: What, you... want me to go with you? *Ray laughs and scratches the back of his head.* Well, yeah, I guess I could. I figure this ship's heading out to Malchior IV, but I don't know for a fact.

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<Liquid Metallicon, Slums>

At first, Calm looks dryly at Fourteen, but as he mentions the presence, Calm's face changes to one of controlled concern.

"You, the doctor. Stand up. You, Pirate. Stay behind me. Doctor, if you would take us to your practise, we will see what this presence wants."

Calm gestures with one hand down the alleyway.

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<Saskana, Orbit>

At hearing the chatter over the communications, Breaker closes the channel. He dives toward the first Valkyrie, whip of barbed chains shooting from the Drone's arm to impale it. The Valkyrie shudders as Breaker passes it, blasting at the other Valkyrie with a revolving chamber cannon mounted on the Drones underarm. The rounds impact the mech, driving deep into it before exploding, tearing the Valkyrie apart from within. Breaker turns back to the Valkyrie still twitching spasmodically, and kicks the mech, splitting it in two horizontally.

Turning the controls of the Drone, he powers once more toward the Takemikazuchi vessel.

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<Cumulus IX, The Quartz Palace>

Lord Fortune spread his hands across the surface of the table, a huge rose-quartz block chiselled with thirteen points. At each vertex sat a Starknight, the order of Lords and Ladies assigned the rule and protection of The Fall.

"We cannot ignore the Echo any longer. The forces that once kept this universe in check have shattered, leaving turmoil, destruction and great misfortune in its wake. Portals to other dimensions have been torn asunder, and unnatural creatures stalk space. The wizard, Mazkertis, has risen to power, as the Seers said, and now wreaks havoc on the civilised galaxy. For the greater good, and the Preservation of The Fall of Cluster, we must not sit idle." Lord Luster Amazing Fortune looked around the table, his eyes meeting briefly with each of the twelve other Starknights. His eyes met lastly with Neutral Lucia's, before he looked shyly away. Lord Labrinth Lives leant forward in his seat, a great, carved block of jade.

"Lord Fortune is right. The Seers, as headed by Lady Song," he gestured to a small woman on the other side of the table, "have reported nothing but ill of late. The growing power of Mazkertis the wizard is but one problem; the rifts to other universes are deeply concerning. As an Empire, we can no longer sit idly by as the universe changes around us, content in our seat of Gaia."

"What do you suggest, then? With the utmost respect, Lord Lives, our militaristic capabilities are somewhat... meagre, in the grand scheme of things." It was a tall, slender woman who spoke; Lady Rain Becoming Apex, Weather's Seven. Her raven black hair hung to her knees, and her pale, oval face shone in the low light of the meeting chamber.

Lives turned toward her, but before he could utter a word, Lord After Opulent Façade stood up, walking around the outside of the table. He came to stand beside Lady Hour Tidal Song, Vision's Five and head of the Crystal Seers. He lay one slender, pale hand on her tiny shoulder, before speaking in his lilting, sing-song voice. "Lady Song; describe to us the intents of the Wizard Mazkertis, and what your Seers have seen?"

"We all know, Lord Façade. Lady Song has made her reports; what must be decided is our course of action." The voice came from near Lord Fortune; it was Lady Fortune. She gestured to Lord Façade's seat; he smirked at her and returned. "The only reasonable course of action is to increase our presence. As Lithans, and as Clusterians, we have a duty. To ourselves, and to all life. And you seem to forget, those in opposition, that we now have The One." She gestured grandly to Neutral Lucia, who looks up from his intent staring competition with his knees. "Lord Lucia?"

"y...Yes?"

"What are your feelings on this?"

"I don't... I think you're correct, Your Highness. This... Wizard? He has to be stopped."

The committee in audience looked blankly at Neutral, but Façade stood, clapping earnestly, a grin on his beautiful face. "Well said, Lord Lucia, well said. I suppose that settles it then."

OOS: Forgot this section of my post.

<Malchior IV, Bourba City>

Asled: "Well, we will talk about payment later. Come with me!"

*Asled walks to the back of the bar, and enters through a curtain*

<The Divine Providence>

Malygos's smirk fell at Blackout's response, turning into a glare.  He always had to make things difficult, didn't he.  "A fine proposal, Blackout, but it fails to take into account that this is a government that held innocent civilians of the Dominion, and there should be a degree of punishment for those wrongdoings.  In addition," they noted, "the Dominion has just come out of wartime, and has few resources to spare, at the moment."

They glared.  "And you would protect them, suggesting no punishment?  Suggesting we, the Dominion, pay all the costs for the relocation of these people?"  Malygos snorted.  "Preposterous.  The moving of their homes into enemy territory against their will - and the imprisonment, in particular - must be addressed.  I would propose the following amendment to Blackout's gracious proposal.  That the Republic of Saskana pay for the relocation of Dominion citizens.  However, obviously," they continued, "Saskana also is likely unable to pay for this - so I propose that the resources necessary to pay for the relocation of the thousands of citizens that need to be come from Saskana's closest ally.  That being, of course, the ZFT."  The smirk had returned.

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<The Bahamut>

"Admiral!"  The navigations officer turned to Gaius van Baelsar.  "Sir, we have an unidentified ship heading towards the Divine Providence at high speed."

Gaius blinked.  "What?  Give me a visual."  The image appeared on-screen, and there it was.  A ship headed towards the very ship that his liege lord was on.  "Open a channel to the unidentified ship."

He pushed a button.  "This is Admiral Gaius van Baelsar.  Stand down or be destroyed."  He paused, waiting.

"No response."

The masked admiral slammed his fist into the chair.  "Damn it...Alright.  Fire the main cannons at the ship, on my mark."

Cannons on the sides of the ship swiveled to face the enemy, firing huge bursts of energy at the ship in motion.

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<The Zodiark>

Eos nodded.  "Very well.  The phase crystals should be charged.  Helmsman, set a course for Point Epsilon."

She nooded.  "Engaging astral jump."

The crystal at the core of the ship glowed with violet light, opening a rift of shimmering light, swallowing the ship.

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<Malchior IV, Claws Camp>

A small ship bearing the Dominion star, the Carbuncle, landed at the camp.  "That's your ride, I believe," Anzu said, before stepping into the ship, before it jumped to lightspeed.

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<Liquid Metallicon, Slums>

"Who"  Sachiel winced at the wound in his leg.  "Who the hell are you talking about?"

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<Liquid Metallicon, Sector Eight, Warehouse district>

The towering constructs that were in her palace accompanied Cassandra as she stepped out.  "We have your payment."   She extended her hand forward, just as the man who had driven the two of them there did the same.  "Thank you for your service to the Red Lady.  Your generosity will not be forgotten."

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<Sapsa, Whorlspeaker's Chamber>

Leviathan laughed once again.  "You're good, little one.  Very well, Yetzirah, I accept your proposal."  He reared up, rising above those around him.  "Sahagin, know now that Sefer Yetzirah and her Takemikazuchi Empire are friends of the Sahagin.  Treat them as you would your Sahagin brothers, and seek not to bar their way."  His red eyes flashed.  "So say I, Leviathan, Lord of the Whorl!"