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Chapter 3

The vortex had dumped us in a dark city. Hongo stopped his bike to look around while I decided now would be a good time to berate his recklessness. “What were you thinking?!” I berated. “For all you know, you could have ended up in a hellhole!”

“Anything to save my friend!” he argued back.

“And if you died the instant you stepped into that hellhole?!” I countered. I’ll spare you the argument as Xiomara did the smart thing and asked a passerby where we are. She squeed at the answer.

“I DON’T BELIEVE IT!” she shouted in joy, interrupting my argument with Hongo. “We get to see Wayne Manor, Wayne Tower, The GPD Station, we might even see him riding the streets with his son/sidekick!”

“See who?” quizzed Richard. “Where are we?”

“We’re in Gotham!” replied Xiomara.

“Gotham?!” gulped Emmanuel. “I have no desire to be jumped by a clown, given a lose-lose choice by Two-Face…” Someone zoomed by us. “…Or end up on Bane’s fists,” continued Emmanuel as he saw the figure.

“That was Bane?” I gulped, a little terrified.

“What were those green crystals?” asked Hongo.

“Green crystals?” mused Xiomara. “It couldn’t be…I mean, what reason would he…?” Her thoughts were interrupted when a red motorcycle zoomed by followed by a black, tank-like vehicle. This vehicle had a bat-like motif. Three guesses what the vehicle is.

“After them!” I called. “We can get answers from Batman!”

“Bat-Man?! Shocker’s here?! He’s mine!” declared Hongo. He boarded his bike and sped off.

“Oh no, this is bad!” gulped Hiroki. “Shocker had a monster called Kōmori Otoko!”

“Bat-Man!” I translated. “Hongo has the wrong idea! After him!” We mounted our horses and took off. Ahead of us, Bane had dropped several green crystals. One of them bounced into the red motorcycle rider’s hands.

“HEY!” shouted the rider, Robin. “NO LITTERING!” He examined the crystal as the Batmobile drove up alongside him. “What does Bane want with all this kryptonite, Batman?” he asked.

“What everyone wants with kryptonite,” replied Batman, “to take down Superman. But not today! Cut him off at the bridge, we’ll have him cornered!”

“Okay, Batman!” confirmed Robin.

“Get away from him!” called Hongo as he drew up alongside Robin. “A young boy like you shouldn’t be near a Shocker monster!”

“You should get out of here!” argued Batman. “We’re chasing a dangerous man!”

“The only danger here is a monster like you, Bat-Man!” shouted Hongo. “What’s Shocker planning?!”

“Hongo-san, stop!” called Hiroki as we drew alongside. “That’s not a Shocker monster! He’s a superhero!”

“Whoa!” yelped Robin as his bike started floating in the air. Batman sped ahead, not knowing what’s going on with Robin. He stopped at the bridge when Robin failed to show up.

“Aw,” fake-whined Bane, “and we were having such a nice chase!”

“Robin?” he asked over the radio. That’s when a portal opened in a wall and sucked Robin in along with the kryptonite in his hands! Batman saw this and turned the Batmobile into the portal. Hongo, who didn’t listen to us when we said Batman wasn’t a Shocker monster, sped off after him. I rolled my eyes.

“After them!” I called. We got our horses to go to the portal after Hongo and pounded through the vortex.

In another universe, a wizard dressed in gray got the rest of his nine-member party to get to the other side of a stone bridge over a chasm. His party consisted of four men about half a man’s height, a small bearded man about a few inches taller than the other four small ones, a man with long, blonde hair and pointy ears, and two other men with goatees. All of them were in some sort of medieval gear. They were running from some sort of giant, demon-like creature wreathed in flames and shadows. The wizard stopped in the middle of the bridge. One of the smaller people turned to see this. “You cannot pass!” defied the wizard.

“Gandalf!” called the small person, Frodo Baggins. The flames of the creature, the Balrog of Morgoth, intensified, hoping to scare Gandalf.

“I am a servant of the secret fire, wielder of the flame of Anor!” announced Gandalf, undaunted. He lit up a crystal at the top of his staff as the Balrog summoned a sword of flames. “The Dark Fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn!” The Balrog swung its sword at the wizard only for it to shatter upon impact with Gandalf’s magic shield. The Balrog roared in frustration at this as the rest of the Fellowship looked on. “Go back to the shadow!” snarled Gandalf. The Balrog put a foot on the bridge, summoned a whip of fire, and cracked it to the side. “YOU! SHALL NOT! PASS!” roared Gandalf as he raised his sword and staff over his head. He then brought them down onto the bridge, enchanting it. The Balrog snorted, charged forward with the whip above its head, but the weight of the creature made its part of the bridge collapse. Durin’s Bane roared in anger as it tumbled into the chasm of what once was Khazad-dûm, now the Mines of Moria. As his foe tumbled, Gandalf turned and walked. That was when the Balrog, not about to be cheated of a victim, cracked its whip around Gandalf’s ankle and pulled him down. Gandalf dropped his sword, Glamdring, the Foe-Hammer, and his staff as he grabbed the bridge. Frodo rushed forward to save him but was held back by Boromir.

“GANDALF!” shouted Frodo. Gandalf struggled to pull himself up but couldn’t do so. He locked eyes with Frodo. They stared for a while in horror.

“Fly, you fools!” called Gandalf to the Fellowship. Then he did something that made their hearts shatter, he let go and tumbled after the Balrog. Frodo shouted no at the top of his lungs. As he fell, Gandalf caught up with Glamdring and caught it, diving after the beast. He swung the sword many times into the Balrog as, unbeknownst to him, you guessed it, our party of now eighteen came in through the portal. The Batmobile hit the sides of the chasm before the driver hit the seat eject button. As Batman landed on the Balrog, Hongo activated his belt, the wind pressure spinning the fan fast enough to form his suit. Our horses turned into flying machines as I dismounted mine. I grabbed my i.d tag, ready to activate my belt.

“HENSHIN!” I announced as I fell. As I flew through the blue circle I caught up with Ichigō who was about to strike Batman.

“Where’s Robin?!” Batman asked Gandalf.

“What?” replied Gandalf. He then saw the Balrog’s hand move towards Batman. “Behind you!”

“I said,” shouted Batman, while in the Balrog’s hand, “where’s Robin?!”

“My dear fellow,” replied Gandalf as he struck the Balrog to get it to let go of Batman, “I have no idea what you are talking about! Have you tried looking in a tree?!”

“Not a robin, Robin!” elaborated Batman as he got out of the Balrog’s grip. “He got sucked into a weird hole in Gotham, after the lunatics falling with us tried to stop our chase with an enemy of ours. I jumped in and it led me to you.” He was snatched by the Balrog again.

“And you are?” asked Gandalf. There was a brief silence.

“I’m Batman!” he replied. The Dark Knight pushed the fingers aside and threw a batarang at the Balrog’s eye. He grabbed Hongo and Gandalf, fired his grappling gun up the side of the chasm and they all zoomed upwards to the rest of the Fellowship of the Ring. I disembarked from the Balrog and hopped on my Rider Machine and the Feudal Nerd Society flew upwards to meet Hongo talking to Batman and Frodo hugging Gandalf in relief. Hongo had heard Batman’s backstory and Xiomara confirmed it.

“Oh dear,” he gulped. “Batman, I deeply apologize. I thought you were a monster servant of the organization that altered me into what I am now.”

“What are you anyway?” asked Batman. With Hiroki’s help, Hongo explained what a Kamen Rider is to Batman. Meanwhile, I fiddled with a blue button on my belt and summoned Hongo’s motorcycle, the Cyclone, the Batmobile, and Gandalf’s horse, Shadowfax. Gandalf broke off from his hug with Frodo to shake Batman’s hand.

“My thanks,” he said as he dusted his hat that Sam Gamgee handed him. “But, who are you, my young royals?” he asked us.

“I am Princess Megumi of the Feudal Nerd Society,” I introduced as I curtsied. I proceeded to introduce everyone else and explained about what’s going on. I was about to mention Vortech when we heard Frodo shout Gandalf’s name. We all turned to see Frodo getting sucked up by the portal!

“Frodo!” called Gandalf! “He has the One Ring! It cannot fall into the enemy’s hands!” He mounted Shadowfax and got him to run towards the portal. “Quickly, fly!”

“I’m not an actual bat, Gandalf!” countered Batman as he entered the Batmobile. Hongo got on the Cyclone and we, the F.N.S, mounted our steeds. We all entered the vortex and left the Fellowship of the Ring. Sam blinked.

“I s’pose we’ll just wait for them, then,” he mused.

I’m…not sure how to describe that specific part of the dimension we were about to arrive in. It seemed to be built on clouds, had a sort of Candy-Land feel to it, neon lights flashing everywhere, and a stage where a woman in a black hoodie with purple and blue graffiti style print on the front, black sweatpants, and black hair with a streak of purple and blue going across her right bangs and her left bangs held in a sideways ponytail on the left was in a dance-off with a pink, humanoid cat with yellow hooves for feet, blue furry hands, a human-like face, a cotton candy pink skirt, a pink shirt with puffy sleeves, a blue and white tail, and a blue horn in the middle of her forehead. They were being judged by a pirate that had a giant robot body with a shark on his right arm and cannons replacing his left hand, and his head being the only organic component with a metal beard like device holding it. Oddly enough, this guy was called MetalBeard. “Arr!” announced MetalBeard. “It be Wyldstyle who jigged the best!” He handed the woman a gold trophy. Wyldstyle held it up, her smiled framed by her freckles.

“THIS! DANCE-OFF! WAS! FIXED!” snarled the cat creature, Princess Unikitty, as her colors went from pink and white to orange and red briefly. She then calmed down. “I mean, well done, Wyldstyle!”

“Yes!” cheered Wyldstyle. “I mean, you know, whatever.” Then, MetalBeard, his treasure chest, and the trophy were under a portal in the sky and it started sucking them up. “Hey, wait!” said Wyldstyle as she grabbed the trophy. “That’s mine!”

“Arr!” called MetalBeard as he was sucked in with the treasure chest. “It be a Kraken, I know it!” The portal closed as it took MetalBeard.

“What the?!” cried a construction worker, who’s nametag read “Emmett”. “Where’d MetalBeard go?!” That was when we all came in. The landing was bumpy as we all landed on top of each other and another Batman. We picked ourselves up and dusted each other off.

“Batman?” yelped Wyldstyle as she pointed to our Batman. “Gandalf?!” She pointed to Gandalf. “Batman?” she pointed to the other Batman. Other Batman turned to Hongo.

“OW!” he snapped. “You landed on my back, man!”

“I’m Batman.” replied our Batman. Other Batman turned to our Batman.

“No,” he hissed, “I didn’t say…HEY! I’m Batman!”

“I’m Batman!”

“I’m Batman!”


“I’M BATMAN!” At that point, both Batmans were nose to nose, then proceeded to engage in a slap-fight.

“Oh, twins!” called Gandalf. “I wonder if one of them is evil?”

“Could be,” mused Hiroki. “There’s a monster version of him that Hongo fought.”

“Where did you come from?” asked Unikitty. “And why are there two Bat…mans? Bat…men? Batmens?” She faltered on the plural of Batman.

“There aren’t” replied our Batman as he tossed a batarang. “There’s only one Batman. I don’t know who the stiff is.” He caught the batarang as Other Batman tripped over his own cape.

“Hey!” he rasped.

“I think it’s backstory time again,” muttered Sheela. We all explained our situation and names. Unikitty jumped when she heard I was a princess that had a ruling style similar to hers.

“What sort of fun do you guys have?” she asked.

“We sort of let the wind take us wherever it wants us,” I explained. “It’s more fun that way.”

“Well,” cheered Gandalf, “this is all wonderful! Er, but I don’t suppose you saw a young Hobbit pass this way?”

“What’s a Hobbit?” asked Emmett.

“The only thing we saw was our friend, MetalBeard, getting dragged into a strange vortex,” Wyldstyle told us.

“From what the F.N.S. told us,” mused our Batman, “I think it was some kind of dimensional rift. Where is it?”

“It disappeared after it took him,” reported Emmet.

“What’s Hiro planning with hostages?” I mused to myself.

“So, you guys didn’t cause all of that?” asked Wyldstyle.

“Not possible,” replied Lukas. “We don’t have the technology.”

“Might I suggest we all set out on a quest to find this, er, ‘rift’, you say?” suggested Gandalf.

“A quest?!” asked Unikitty. “Let me go pack some rainbow builder’s bricks!” She skipped away.

“And I’ll get my wrench,” replied Emmet as he followed Unikitty. Wyldstyle lifted a panel to reveal some Lego bricks, built a vehicle, and the vehicle turned into a metal version of the thing.

“Whoa!” I called. “Master Builders at work!”

“We’re making a Master Builder Academy right now,” replied Wyldstyle. “So, quest time?”

“We shall be the Fellowship of the…” Gandalf didn’t get very far as a portal opened beneath all 20 of us as we fell through, screaming. After it closed, the Batman of that dimension got up.

“Fellowship of the Aaargh?” he asked. “That’s a terrible name!” That’s when Emmet and Unikitty came in with a chest of rainbow Lego bricks and a wrench.

“Aw!” cried Emmet. “They left without the whole gang?”

“Gang, shmang!” snarled Unikitty as she got mad. “They left without me!” She roared as her colors changed again.

“That guy wasn’t anything special,” remarked Other Batman. He tried doing some stunts but knocked himself out in the process.

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Chapter 2

As we were pounding through the vortex, an old man sat on a bench in Arakawa Nature park, over in Tokyo. The man was a little battle weary, with wavy hair, a well-defined muscle structure, and wore motorcycle gear. He looked at the young’uns playing and gave a small, sad smile. “The days of youth,” said a voice. The man turned to see another man about his age. He had lost his hair and wore similar gear to the man on the bench. A warm smile spread across his face.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, Ichimonji,” he mused.

“Like you, I’ve been busy fighting Shocker around the world,” explained Ichimonji. “I just came back for the nostalgia, much like you, I’m guessing. How are you doing, Hongo?”

“I’ve been well,” replied Hongo. “About a year ago, Shocker was in a civil war with a branch called Shocker Nova. Unlike the one we’re familiar with, these people wanted to take control of the economies of the planet. Much more sinister than simply subjugating the people.”

“And you fought them off by yourself?” asked Ichimonji.

“No, I met with the new Rider at the time,” explained Hongo. “This one was interesting. He had died when he wasn’t supposed to, so he set out on a quest to find these things called Eyecons, which hold the spirits of famous people, like Musashi, Robin Hood, and Edison. He had to collect all 15 within 99 days or he would cease to exist. From what I heard, he succeeded.”

“A ghost as a Rider?” quizzed Ichimonji. “That’s a new one.”

“Well, the Heisei generation can be a little strange,” mused Hongo.

“Still, it’s nice to see the fight against evil goes on,” replied Ichimonji.

“Yes, the planet is in good…” it was then that Hongo saw the portal. “What in the…? Ichimonji, look out!” said Hongo as he tackled Ichimonji to the ground. That was when we flew out of the portal, over the bench, and landed right in front of the two men.

“That was a rush!” announced Emily.

“Everybody okay?” I asked. They all confirmed their status as we dismounted. “Good. Now then, where are we?”

“You’re in Arakawa Nature Park,” explained Hongo as we turned to the speaker. The instant he clapped eyes on the two men, a look of pleasant surprise and fanboying popped onto Hiroki’s face.

“They’re real!” he muttered. “I don’t believe it! They’re real!”

“Who are they?” asked Sheela.

“THE FIRST KAMEN RIDERS!” shouted Hiroki happily.

“What now?” quizzed Richard.

Kamen Rider is an iconic franchise alongside Godzilla and Ultraman,” explained Hiroki. “The whole thing is based around a masked motorcycle rider fighting evil organizations.”

“After the earthquake in 2011, the statue of the very first Kamen Rider was discovered still standing, giving courage and hope to the victims.” I supplied. “Even one who has basic knowledge, like me, can’t deny the impact Kamen Rider has left us.”

“And Ichimonji’s coming with me,” called a voice. That’s when an electrical bolt shot Ichimonji and made him freeze up. We looked in shock to see Hiro with a smoking pistol in his right hand. My lips curled into a snarl and Hongo noticed this.

“Do you know him?” he asked.

“That man had abandoned me and tried to reclaim me when I was adopted by a more loving mother,” I explained. “This was after he murdered his wife, my birth mother!” Hongo gave a dirty look at Hiro.

“I’m guessing, because of that, you no longer acknowledge him as your father,” guessed Hongo.

“That’s right!” I snarled.

“How dare you, sir!” hissed Hongo to Hiro. “She was a gift to make your life joyful and you ruined her life! I shall not forgive those as evil as you!”

“Evil?!” snapped Hiro. “No! I don’t accept that! I needed a super soldier! One who could communicate with their bestial side! It was for the good of Japan!”

“The good of Japan?!” roared Hiroki as Hiro rambled. “You animal! You almost got her killed! It was lucky that my mother adopted her when she did! You’re an evil man that has descended into nothing more than an animal and shall be put down as such!”

“You are welcome to try!” boasted Hiro as he loaded a red semi-circle into both guns.

“Oh, this is gonna be good!” giggled the Rogue driver as both semi-circles joined together inside the red circle, with the split going from top to bottom. Hiro then pointed his guns at us. “Reach for the skies!” said the driver.

“Henshin!” announced Hiro as he pulled the triggers. A red circle appeared in front of us with an image of armor going sideways. Hiro ran towards it and jumped into it, twisting sideways, and landed on both feet in the armor. It looked like a black, full bodysuit with blackish gray armor on the arms, chest, and legs, and a black trench coat. His helmet had red compound eyes, a pair of short antennae, and a black, wide brimmed hat. The eyes had a pupil and the lights making it glow altered to show the emotion he had underneath.

“Meg,” gulped Xiomara, “your birth father, did he just…?”

“He did,” I said, “Hiroki, is that…?”

“It is!” confirmed Hiroki.

“I am Kamen Rider Rogue,” announced Hiro. “Stand and deliver!”

“You disgrace the name of Kamen Riders everywhere!” hissed Hongo. “I shall teach you what a Rider truly is.” He pulled his jacket back to reveal a belt with a white strap and a silvery metal shield covering something around the buckle area. The shield had a symbol on it with the front of a motorcycle, almost insect like, over a red R. After he revealed the belt, He put his left fist to his hip and thrust his right hand across his front in a diagonal fashion and slowly rotated it to his right side. As he was doing this, the shield split to reveal a red fan that turned with the wind. “Rider…HENSHIN!” He then pulled his right hand into a fist and put it to his hip and thrust his left arm across his front. He then leapt into the air at an impressive height for anyone, even men his age! As he landed, the wind had kicked up so much debris that I couldn’t see his suit form. When it cleared, there he stood. He wore a green mask with red compound eyes, a pair of antennae, a lighter green face shield that looked a lot like an insect’s mandibles, armor all over him with the chest, gloves, and boots being colored in green. He also wore a red scarf with both ends on the left side. My brother was about to squee.

“I thought his outfit was slimmer than that,” I pondered aloud.

“There was a movie with him and Kamen Rider Ghost,” explained Hiroki with a big fat grin. “He had upgrades done before the events of that movie!”

“Okay, that makes sense,” I muttered. A thought then entered my head. “Er, driver…”

+WHAT IS YOUR QUERY?+ quizzed my belt.

“Do you have similar transformation functions?” I asked.


“So, you’re saying we all have a Henshin sequence like Hiro?” I asked.

+CORRECT+ confirmed my belt. I grinned.

“Hongo-san,” I pleaded, “please, let me fight with you. Kamen Rider Rogue is my enemy too.”

“As you wish,” replied Kamen Rider Ichigō. (The first)

“Thank you,” I thanked. I then took out the blue disk I got when this adventure started and held it in my right fist. My left fist went to my waist and my right fist came across my front to my left shoulder.

“Meg!” called Richard. “What are you doing?!”

“Not without us!” declared Hiroki.

“I was wondering when you guys would speak up,” I mused. “Form up and strike a pose, lords and ladies.”

“Oh, for the love of…I don’t have time for this!” snarled Rogue as he charged towards Ichimonji. Ichigō then threw a punch and started pushing him back.

“You kids get into your suits!” he called. “I’ll hold him off for as long as I can!”

“Thank you, Hongo-san!” thanked Hiroki. The line soon went from Joshua with his right fist holding his i.d tag above his head and his left hand splayed in front of his belt, Sheela with both hands in the air over her right shoulder with the i.d tag in between her right ring finger and pinky, Tonje with her right fist holding the i.d tag on her forehead and her left fist at her belt buckle, Tanisha with her right pointer finger and thumb holding the i.d tag and her left hand behind it, Livia with her right hand holding the i.d tag on her left shoulder and her left hand holding the other shoulder, Irina crossing her arms in front of her with the i.d tag in, you guessed, her right fist, Mikhail simply putting his left arm under his right arm, Hiroki holding an invisible katana, myself keeping the same pose before Rogue tried to interfere, Richard holding his right arm like a sword, Emily in a fencing ready position with an invisible foil, Haitao putting his right hand into his left palm, Emmanuel throwing his left arm out in front while his right hand with the i.d tag went into the air as he turned to face his right, Lukas throwing his right fist in front while his left hand held the elbow, Xiomara with her left hand holding part of her dress and her right arm straight across her belly, and Michael holding his right arm straight from the side and his left hand about to draw an imaginary sword.

“Henshin on three,” I declared. “Ichi! Ni! SAN!”

“HENSHIN!” we all shouted as we slid our i.d tags into the slots on top of the belts. Rogue stopped fighting Ichigō to look at us. Ichigō stopped as well to get a look. A blue circle appeared in front of each of us with silhouettes of armor for us. Us dress wearers had to hitch up our skirts as we all ran towards the circles and jumped through. When we came out, we were in armor with a black undersuit and light blue plating. Joshua’s motif made him look like a hunter. Sheela looked like an Indian soldier in old armor. Tonje had the Viking thing going, without the horns on her helmet. Tanisha had a pre-colonial look to her armor. Livia’s armor was styled around Gothic Plate armor. Irina’s armor covered every square inch of body that showed the black undersuit. Mikhail looked like one of the Cossacks. Hiroki was styled after a samurai. I was in armor that had a crown affixed to my helmet and a purple cape. Richard took the classic medieval armor look, complete with feather on top. Emily was in metal fencing gear. Haitao took the look of an old Chinese soldier. Emmanuel looked like a French archer. Lukas looked like an old German knight. Xiomara looked like a conquistador. Michael looked like a medieval English soldier. Our weapons looked more futuristic. Our compound eyes were blue and, like Hiro, had pupils and could show our emotions. We all approved.

“Everyone,” I ordered, “introduce yourselves! Make sure you have a good name and catchphrase!” I’ve seen enough Kamen Rider to know how it’s supposed to go.

“Kamen Rider Outback!” began Joshua. “Better watch your back, mate!”

“Kamen Rider Claw,” announced Sheela as she closed her fists to extend her new Bagh Naka. “My weapons shall turn you into ribbons!”

“Kamen Rider Swing!” declared Tonje. “I’ll be taking your legs!”

“Kamen Rider Hunt!” called Tanisha. “I shall always get my prey!”

“Kamen Rider Clash!” announced Livia. “A duel with me shall end in your defeat!”

“Kamen Rider Climb!” called Irina. “Mountains are a warrior’s best friend!”

“Kamen Rider Gallop!” declared Mikhail. “My riding skills are unmatched!”

“Kamen Rider Sengoku!” called Hiroki. “You shall get a taste of Feudal Japan!”

“Kamen Rider Royal!” I declared. “Evil will ultimately bow to me!”

“Kamen Rider Guard!” announced Richard. “None shall harm my friends, family, and lady!”

“Kamen Rider Touché!” declared Emily. “En Garde, thing of evil!”

“Kamen Rider Zhànshì,” called Haitao. “Try and stop my quest!”

“Kamen Rider Arch!” declared Emmanuel. “My skills outdo Robin Hood!” Michael looked towards Emmanuel at that.

“Kamen Rider Kämpfer!” announced Lukas. “Your defeat will be certain at my hands!”

“Kamen Rider Seeker!” called Xiomara. “It’s not gold I seek, but your end!”

“Kamen Rider Battle!” announced Michael after he shook off Emmanuel’s comment. “For friends and family, I shall be victorious!”

“You face 17 people, Hiro!” I called. “Give up now, and this goes no further!” Rogue looked all around, then bent down slightly. Given the tremble in his body, I thought he was crying. I was wrong. He then bent over backwards giving an insanely loud laugh.

“You morons!” he laughed. “What was your objective?!” I was puzzled by the question.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “Our objective is to beat you.”

“Really?” he countered. “Nothing to do with Kamen Rider Nigō?” (The Second)

“Well,” said Hiroki as he turned around, “given that…er…where’s Ichimonji?!”

“What?!” I quizzed. All riders aside from Rogue started looking for Ichimonji.

“The instant you lot started doing your roll call,” explained Rogue, “a portal opened up and sucked up the paralyzed Ichimonji! No doubt he’s on Foundation Prime!” Another portal opened behind him. “And there’s my ride!”

“You’re not going anywhere!” I shouted as I charged him. My futuristic rapier slashed across his back. He turned around and delivered a punch which I blocked. I threw a punch which he blocked. And so, the process continued, blow after blow blocked until he pulled one of his guns on me and fired. I staggered backwards as he leapt into the air.

“Rider Rogue Kick,” he said as he flew down with his left foot outstretched and a nasty red aura surrounding him I tried to get out of the way but stumbled over my cape. That’s when Ichigō threw himself between us and took the hit. It canceled his transformation as Rogue landed and disappeared into the portal. Hongo boarded his bike that was nearby and sped into the portal after Hiro.

“Hongo-san, WAIT!” called Hiroki. Our transformations cancelled as our horses trotted towards us to let us on. We entered the portal ourselves to get Hongo to see sense.

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Chapter 1








# royal protocols engaged #

# sibling units connected to this unit #

# brother unit 4479 is shunting to dimension 0-1-9-2-7 #

# dimension is considered a null dimension #

# brother unit has located host #

# hosts for all units located in same vicinity as host for brother unit #

# initiating dimensional shunting #

Another day, another gathering for the Feudal Nerds Society. All of the ladies and one man in our large, poofy dresses, the rest of the men in armor or fancy clothes. It was quite the large group and with all sorts of nationalities. We had Duke Emmanuel from France, our one man in the dress, Duke Lukas from Germany, Lord Michael from England, Lady Irina and her brother, Lord Mikhail of Russia, Lady Livia of Italy, Lady Tanisha of Africa, Lord Haitao of China, Lady Sheela of India, Lady Tonje of Norway, Lady Xiomara of Spain, Lord Joshua of Australia, my right-hand man, Sir Richard, and his sister, Dame Emily of the U.S. and my brother by adoption, Prince Hiroki of Japan. I am Princess Megumi, head of this little band. We had gathered around our table in the castle, an abandoned factory spruced up to look nice for the new occupants, and I had called for quiet. Hiroki and I sat at the head with him on my left. To my right sat Richard, Emily, Emmanuel, Lukas, Irina, Mikhail, and Sheela directly across from me. To Hiroki’s left sat Haitao, Livia, Tanisha, Tonje, Joshua, Michael, and Xiomara directly across from him. “My assembled nerds,” I began, “This has been a good year for the F.N.S. In fact, in the four years since we’ve started, we’ve been enjoying ourselves in our little quests to be champions of nerd-kind, such as LGBTQ protection,” I pointed to Lukas, Tanisha, Tonje, and Emmanuel, “feminism,” pointing to Sheela and Emily, “and broadening culture,” pointing to Haitao, Hiroki, and Xiomara, “and succeeding in said quests. However, I must warn you, this is no time for complacency! For there are still toxic parts of nerd culture that are festering today! I, myself, have seen basement trolls attacking others online just to feel satisfied before I logged out of DeviantArt this evening!” Someone shouted “Shame!” at this. “Shame, indeed, Emmanuel,” I continued. “Still, we must not be too despondent. For, if we had no cause, we’d be nothing more than a gaggle of people with our own petty squabbles getting in the way of true enjoyment! Thus, we flourish. With that, I say Happy Anniversary to our Feudal Nerds Society!”

“Happy Anniversary!” was the resounding reply. We then started eating our meals. It was Pizza Friday. As we ate and talked, Emmanuel pricked his ears up. Joshua noticed this.

“Something wrong, mate?” he asked.

“I thought I heard something,” replied Emmanuel.

“A sort of tinkling noise from the ceiling?” asked Irina. Emmanuel blinked.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” he confirmed. “Why do you ask?”

“I hear it too, tovarisch,” (comrade) replied Irina. This time, everyone pricked their ears up. Sure enough, there was a tinkling noise.

“Maybe it’s a rat,” suggested Haitao. Hiroki tensed up.

“I hope not,” gulped Tanisha. “We don’t need one chewing on wires.”

“Hey, enough!” yelped the musophobic (rat-fearing) Hiroki.

“Yeah,” continued Richard. “If one rat gets through a live wire, we’ll have the worst mess ever to clean up. On top of that, we’ll have to relocate our castle if the place burns down, and I don’t think we have the finances to move.”

“You know,” pondered Lukas aloud, “I heard somewhere that some rats can weigh four or five kilos.”

“I said shut up about the rats!” insisted Hiroki.

“I don’t think rat claws make a metallic tinkling, even on metal,” mused Emmanuel.

“Weapons out,” I ordered. We reached under the table and got our respective weapons. I had a rapier. Richard had a broad sword. Emily had a fencing foil. Josh’s bolo, Tanisha’s kaskara, and Hiroki’s katana came out. Emmanuel took out a bow and arrow set. Lukas had a crossbow. Tonje had a battle ax, Mikhail had a shashka. Irina had a kinjal. Sheela slipped on her bagh naka. Xiomara drew her cutlass. Haitao gripped his liuyedao. Michael held his falchion and Livia pointed her cinquedea at the ceiling. In fact, we all pointed our respective blades at the ceiling. It was then that sixteen objects landed on the table as our backs were turned. After we all gave a yelp of surprise, we whirled to face the table and stared at the devices. They were rectangular and colored greyish black with a silver trim. They had some sort of blue circle in the center and a slot on top.

+CONNECTING WITH SIBLING UNITS+ announced the first device. Wires connected the devices to make a four by four square and the center circles started projecting something. It looked like a sea of gray against a cosmic background that seemed to be spitting out objects before they dissolved. It looked like London Bridge, a rocket, an atom, the Eiffel Tower, 42, and a race car were among them. Then part of the sea of gray floated to make a circle in the air. At that point, a blue, swirling vortex opened and a strange being came through. A caption beneath the being read “Lord Vortech”. It looked like he was made of solid space with glowing eyes. He wore a mask that covered his face and mouth and a bronze helmet with curved horns. He had a tattered cape held by some sort of shoulder guards and some sort of ruined, brown pants with a belt holding it in place. The belt had a red circle above the buckle and he carried a staff with three circles held by rods at the top. The creature, I assume is what the caption called Lord Vortech, started walking forward while the vortex let the devices projecting these events pass through as well as a cubical robot with a telescopic, purple eye, an antenna on top, and claw like hands dangling off the bottom. The cube robot was identified as Senior Brother Unit and it sped off in search of something as it switched a red light on. As it moved, the light turned green.

“Hey, I found a thing!” it reported. Vortech turned to face it. “Er, I mean, anomaly located, Master.” Vortech walked towards the robot and chuckled to himself in a raspy tone.

“Yes!” he called. “I found it!”

“Er, YOU found it?” asked the robot.

-This Unit Must Agree With Senior Brother Unit- supplied another device.

“After all these years of searching,” continued Vortech, “it really exists! Foundation Prime!” Vortech waved aside some of the gray to reveal 10 images in a square pattern. He turned to the first device. “Call the Rogue Driver and his host!” The first device’s circle blinked twice before another vortex let a man through. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! First off, let me explain some of my backstory, I was adopted after my father, Hiro, had killed my mother. I felt nothing but hatred in my heart for the three years I lived on the streets. I ran from the orphanage that housed me until I was nine, a hellhole if I ever saw one, and just wandered with no direction and no purpose. The streets were not kind. I almost became an animal. That’s when she came. Her name was Haruna Hishikawa, a high society widow. I’m using European name order instead of traditional Japanese here. She took me in and gave me a home. Over the course of a year, she soon became Mom. She introduced me to my liking of Princess style dresses. Then, on my 14th birthday, he came back into my life, the man that had ruined my childhood. He tried to reclaim me, but the court had fixed him good. Last time I saw him, he was being led away to life imprisonment with no chance of parole. That trial was 10 years ago, before my family and I moved here to Virginia, and I had lived a life of bliss and friendship until I saw his face just now. He was wearing some sort of highwayman getup, complete with wide brimmed hat, and a black device was attached to his waist. Unlike the other devices, this one had a red circle and a gun on each hip. And, unlike the robotic tones the other devices spoke with, this one had a sarcastic, biting tone. This was identified as the Rogue Driver

“Well, well, well!” it chuckled. “It looks like Mister Cube found something!”

“So, this is Foundation Prime?” asked Hiro.

“The proof is right there!” explained Vortech as he pointed to the images. “This depicts the Foundation Elements; artifacts from the start of time! Scattered across the dimensions, and only I can gather them in one place!”

“And such elements will allow us this power of creation you’ve promised?” asked Hiro.

“Indeed, they shall, my dear Hiro,” confirmed Vortech.

“Just so you know,” gulped the cube robot, “the Foundation Elements are the cornerstones of Time and Space, so they’re…kind of important to the…entire multiverse!” The robot briefly chuckled.

“Your services are no longer required,” replied Vortech. He used his staff to open a portal behind the robot.

“But the elements can’t be safely harnessed!” yelled the robot as it was sucked into the portal, piece by piece. “It’s too dangerous! AND WHAT ABOUT THE PAY RAISE YOU PROMISED MEEEEEEEE!” The instant the last component of the robot was sucked in, the portal closed. Lord Vortech then started laughing.

“I will have them all!” he giggled. “I will control their power! I will make UNIVERSES collide!” As he started laughing again, Hiro rolled his eyes.

“Lunatics, am I right?” muttered the Rogue Driver. Then Vortech started shaking violently and then started shifting in size at random intervals. Hiro backed off.

“NO!” shouted Vortech. “I will not be…denied perfection!” He shrunk back down.

“What was that?!” demanded Hiro.

“That, my friend,” explained the Rogue Driver, “is what happens when you stay in the dimensional vortex for too long. Your body can’t keep its stability for much longer.”

“My dedication to this work…has…taken its toll!” elaborated Vortech. “Not…for much longer can I freely pass between dimensions!”

“What?!” snarled Hiro. “If this whole thing turns out to be a bust, we’re stuck here!”

“Maybe Lord Vortech can’t pass between dimensions…” mused his belt.

“But there is another way,” supplied Vortech. He then started using his thoughts to raise a citadel with the images of the Foundation Elements in the center. As this was going on, Vortech started laughing.

+EMERGENCY DIMENSIONAL SHIFT+ announced the first device. All of the devices started going into a portal with Hiro screaming after them. The video ended. We blinked.

“And…you guys are?” I asked the devices.

+WE ARE DRIVERS LIKE THE ROGUE UNIT+ explained the first device. That’s when all the drivers attached to our waists. They each spat out a small, light blue disk from the slot on top.

“What the heck are these things?” asked Hiroki.


“Of the cube robot?” asked Richard.


“Beg pardon?” quizzed Michael.

+ROGUE DRIVER HOST HAS TAKEN YOUR PARENTS HOSTAGE+ explained Tanisha’s belt. That raised a major red flag and so we all whipped out our phones and called our parents. All we got was their respective voice mail greetings. As the reality of the situation sunk in, rage filled my heart.

“Hiro wa, anata wa amarini mo tōku ittekimashita!” (Hiro, you’ve gone too far!) I hissed in my native Japanese.

“I hate to sound like the, er, ‘downer’, of the group,” replied Lukas, “but if we are to fight Vortech and Hiro to save our parents, how will we get there?”

+SUMMONING STEEDS+ announced my belt. That’s when the vortex opened to release a horse for each of us. These horses were metal and had wheels hidden in their bellies.

“I’m guessing that these horses turn into motorcycles?” asked Xiomara.

+CONFIRMED+ replied my belt.

“Then I guess it’s time to put our horseback riding and motorbike training to good use!” I declared as I mounted my steed. The others mounted theirs as well. We trotted toward the table to grab a last slice of pizza for the road. Once we had gotten our slices, we charged towards the portal, on our way to save our parents.



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