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Trinity Soul: Epilogue

250 years had passed. Megumi and Richard just woke up for a new day. She had become the Champion of the 591,001st 3V2R and won an artefact called the Central Stone, a rock that can give the user any power they want. Like the Master Wand, it was locked away to keep anyone from misusing it. Her daughters had just gotten up and put their Chizara University uniforms on. Unlike After Academy, Chizara University had seventeen houses, each one named after the respective colors of the princesses. Kaitlyn was in House Pink while Kaede was in House Yellow-green. Megumi and Richard were still in their pj’s as they shuffled to the table. Lisa had already begun plating up breakfast. “Good morning!” she cheered. “Dawn smiles on us and we are blessed!”

“Dawn who?” mumbled Richard.

“Rough night?” guessed Lisa.

“We didn’t get much sleep last night,” muttered Megumi. “What with a certain Morphus Tarantula scuttling in her lair and bumping against the glass last night!”

“Did you have a boy over for dinner?” snarked Kaede.

“You heard us?” winced Lisa as she finished handing out everyone’s meal and set herself down. “Sorry, I thought we were being quiet.”

“Just tell us when you have someone over,” directed Megumi. “So, who was he?”

“His name is David and he’s so dreamy!” sighed Lisa happily as she blushed.

“…Is?” quizzed Kaitlyn.

“He’s still alive?” asked Kaede.

“What kind of question is that?!” protested Lisa. “Female Morphus Tarantulas don’t eat their mates or failed suitors!”

“…You ate the boy tarantula I got for breeding purposes during the 3V2R,” recalled Megumi.

“Well, it was an animal, WE’RE people,” declared Lisa.

“Okay then,” muttered Megumi as she sipped her tea. They soon finished breakfast and Kaede and Kaitlyn grabbed their bookbags.

“We’ll see you this afternoon!” called Kaede. They hopped onto a transport pad, keyed in a command, and shimmered out of the house.

“So, what are you going to do?” Richard asked Megumi.

“Optimus and I will be wandering over to Arsha’s place,” mused Megumi. “We’re gonna be discussing the situation with Shocker Umbra. What about you?”

“You know, same old newscast,” muttered Richard. “I swear, I need an adventure to stave off the boredom. 271 years and I still get bored.”

“The curse of us immortals,” replied Megumi. They changed into their outfits after the discussion. “See you later,” bid Megumi.

“Bye, sweetie,” returned Richard as they kissed. Megumi then walked off to the park and met with a much-older looking Optimus and Arsha. They both had halos on their foreheads, meaning that they entered Beyond City after they died.

“Welcome, Megumi,” Optimus rumbled in a new, deeper voice.

“Hey, Megumi!” called Arsha before her back cramped.

“Hey, are you okay?” asked Megumi as she helped Arsha to a seat.

“Couldn’t the aches and pains have just stayed back home?” grumbled Arsha. “That’s it, I’m gonna accept a regeneration.”

“I might do the same,” mused Optimus. “Can’t fight Shocker Umbra with a bad back. Besides, I miss my old frame.”

“You’re still powerful-looking, I promise you,” assured Megumi. “Speaking of Shocker Umbra, what did you guys hear?”

“The rumors about them conning the Generation Riders are right,” rumbled Optimus.

“Looking for someone to do their dirty work!” growled Arsha.

“Well, that’s where we come in!” declared Megumi. “Tell you what, let’s get you guys back into younger bodies and then we’ll stop Shocker Umbra, all right?”

“Sounds good to me!” answered Optimus.

“Time to say goodbye forever to grey hair and wrinkles!” agreed Arsha.

“Then let’s get to it!” called Megumi.

“Let’s roll out!” announced Optimus. His forearms folded up to the shoulders, then both arms came together with the elbows touching and forming the nose of a futuristic truck. His head slid into the chest as his legs came together and swung up behind him to form the trailer bed as panels attached themselves to the top of the cab, making his new alt-mode a Mobian tractor trailer. His holo-form was an older looking hedgehog without the Matrix necklace he once had. Megumi and Optimus helped Arsha in, then Megumi came into the cab and shut the door so Optimus could drive off. The three friends were still thick as thieves and ready to clobber evil!

Sometimes when your hopes have all been shattered,

And there’s nowhere to turn,

You wonder how you keep going! (going)

Think of all the things that really mattered,

And the chances you’ve earned!

The fire in your heart is growing! (growing)

You can fly, if you try, leaving the past behind!

Heaven only knows what you might find!

Dare, dare to believe you can survive!

You hold the future in your hand!

Dare, dare to keep all of your dreams alive!

It’s time to take a stand,

And you can win if you dare!

Everybody’s trying to break your spirit,

Keeping you down.

Seems like it’s been forever! (ever), oh!

But there’s another voice if you’ll just hear it,

Saying it’s the last round!

Looks like it’s now or never! (never)

Out of the darkness you stumble into the light,

Fighting for the things you know are right!

Dare, dare to believe you can survive!

The power is there at your command!

Dare, dare to keep all of your dreams alive!

It’s time to take a stand,

And you can win if you dare!

Dare, dare to believe you can survive!

You hold the future in your hand!

Dare, dare to keep all of your dreams alive!

The power is there at your command, oh!

Dare, dare to keep all your love alive!

Dare to be all you can be!

Dare, there is a place where dreams survive,

And it’s calling you on to victory!

Dare, dare!

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Trinity Soul: Finale

The day had come when Optimus, Arsha, and their friends and families had to return home. Jandro, Twaldar, Swalmu, Agus, Wilson, Skyfall, Quake Hammer, and Henry were with Megumi, Batman, Wyldstyle, Gandalf, and Hongo as the Brigadier, Elphaba, POmega, Chell, and Rusty manned the Gateway. Two massive rifts opened near Vorton. “Their paths home are ready,” reported Rusty. “Feeding their respective portals to their ships.”

“Well done, Rusty,” thanked Megumi. She then turned to Optimus and Arsha. “I guess this is it, then,” she sighed.

“So much has changed,” proclaimed Optimus, “since Megatron dumped your friends and families onto the Autobots. I learned so much about the multiverse and hope to learn more. But, as they say, duty calls. I still need to stop the Decepticons. Speaking of, Quake Hammer, you still have a chance with the Autobots.”

“I’d rather not risk having the D.J.D pounding on my door,” replied Quake Hammer. “Thank you for the offer, though.”

“Dr. Atmadja,” Optimus then bid to Agus, “I hope you get the recognition you deserve at After Academy.”

“I have friends to help me,” replied Agus. “Thank you for letting me study you and the Autobots.”

“Captain Skyfall,” gulped Optimus, “I still can’t apologize enough for what I said. You are the bravest Autobot I’ve met.”

“If I may be a little rude, Sir,” requested Skyfall, “enough with the apologies already! I forgive you!”

“I deserve the rudeness,” replied Optimus. He then turned to Arsha. “If we ever meet again, you had best be prepared for my new wand wind-ups.”

“Oh, I’ll be more than prepared, all right!” declared Arsha. “I’m gonna miss seeing different schools of magic than the ones of my home.”

“As will I,” answered Optimus. He then turned to Megumi. “Your Majesty, I am proud to be proven wrong about Vorton and Vortech. It was a privilege to fight by your side.”

“The privilege was all mine,” returned Megumi. “May you end this conflict with the Decepticons quickly.” Optimus bowed, then activated his comms.

Ark, this is Optimus,” he called. “One to beam up.” He vanished in a transporter beam.

Optimus was beamed directly to the Ark’s bridge. He sat down in the Captain’s chair and looked around the bridge. “We have our proper portal,” reported Prowl. “Feeding its location to the helm now.”

“Portal location acknowledged,” called Bumblebee.

“Bring us home, Bumblebee,” directed Optimus.

“Aye, aye, Sir,” confirmed Bumblebee as he keyed in the necessary commands.

The Ark moved to its proper portal and it shut behind the ship. Arsha then turned to Jandro. “I understand you’re going to make a new Grelnak Clan,” she recalled.

“Brendan and I will bring a new era to Vampire-kind,” replied Jandro.

“I wish you nothing but prosperity for the new Grelnak Clan,” bid Arsha. She then turned to Twaldar. “Petramel’s gonna miss you, you know.”

“We’ve kind of drifted for a while,” remarked Twaldar. “It’s time to make new memories. Besides, I’ve got Charline waiting for me.”

“Then may you be blessed under the Ozanor Star,” wished Arsha. She turned to Swalmu. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you so happy before you met Flora. Treasure her.”

“I intend to,” promised Swalmu. “May your future be blessed with happiness.”

“May you receive the same happiness,” Arsha responded correctly. She finally turned to Megumi. “I’m sorry we won’t be competing together in future 3V2R’s,” she sighed. “I wanted to see how strong Tora-Onna is for myself.”

“When we meet again,” assured Megumi, “we’ll spar with me as Tora-Onna.” The two ladies then hugged. Arsha broke off the embrace after a few seconds, then switched her communicator on.

Endeavor, this is the Captain,” she called. “One to return to the ship.” Green energy surrounded her and she vanished.

Like Optimus, she was transported to the bridge. “Course for the portal home laid in,” reported Nazay. “According to the Gateway’s calculations, it’s right above the Glasna Kingdom.”

“Right back where we started,” chuckled Oak.

“Realmfleet informed me,” called Shalvey, “that Denstra’s shuttle is on its way. We’ll meet her when we get home.”

“Well then, let’s get home,” declared Arsha. “Nazay, nice and easy.”

“Aye, Captain,” confirmed Nazay as he made the necessary course corrections.

The Endeavor entered the portal and it closed once the ship entered it. All that was left was Batman, Hongo, Wyldstyle, and Gandalf. “Ladies first,” rasped Batman as he gestured to Wyldstyle. Wyldstyle approached Megumi.

“Megumi,” she began, “I don’t think I’d ever have an adventure that would top ours. Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna try. You better make sure you have some cool adventures yourself; you hear?”

“I hear,” replied Megumi. “Goodbye, Lucy. Until our next meeting.”

“A rift to T-H-3-L-3-G-0-M-0-V-1-3 is ready,” reported Elphaba.

“See you later, alligator!” called Wyldstyle as she jumped into the rift. Gandalf then approached Megumi.

“I have seen you grow and change in so many ways,” he mused. “You have proven to be a capable defender, no matter the odds.”

“And you are more than you realize, even now, Gandalf,” replied Megumi. “I know one usually says this to the Great Eagles of your world, but, farewell, wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end.”

“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks,” returned Gandalf in the correct reply.

“Gandalf, M-1-D-D-L-3-3-4-R-T-H awaits,” called Rusty. Gandalf nodded, then entered the rift. Hongo then moved towards Megumi.

“You claimed that you only had basic knowledge about us Kamen Riders when you and your friends first flew over me and Ichimonji at Arakawa Natural Park,” he recalled. “Don’t underestimate how powerful even basic knowledge is. It got you through three adventures and I foresee more victories for you.”

“And you are a stout-hearted man,” chuckled Megumi. “Never lose sight of it.”

“I never will,” promised Hongo.

“K-4-M-3-N-R-1-D-3-R is waiting for you,” announced the Brigadier. “It looks like Shocker’s making a move.”

“Then I shall make mine!” declared Hongo as he struck his pose. He thrust his right arm to the left side as he held his left fist at his hip. He then rotated his right arm to the right. “Rider…” he called. The shield on his belt then slid open to reveal the fan as it absorbed the power of the wind. He then held his right hand in a fist and put it to his right hip as he thrust his left arm to the right. “…HENSHIN!” he announced. He then jumped into the portal as he became Kamen Rider Ichigō. Batman was the last to talk to Megumi.

“I’m grateful for what you did and continue to do for the multiverse,” he thanked. “I hope you can visit.”

“I might visit during your work hours,” chuckled Megumi. “Both daytime and nighttime.”

“I look forward to it,” replied Batman.

“D-C-C-0-M-1-C-5 is ready,” called POmega.

“Goodbye,” he called as he jumped into the rift. Megumi then turned to Elphaba and her team.

“You sure you guys don’t want to go home?” she asked.

“With a permanent Tarlaxian presence on Vorton,” replied Rusty, “we won’t let loneliness make us do something stupid. We’re fine right here. You, on the other hand, have a home to get to. 8-3-Y-0-N-D-C-1-T-Y still needs you.” Megumi then turned to those that remained.

“Everyone, let’s go home!” she called. “CHARGE!” Everyone leapt into the rift and flew through it all the way to Beyond City. They soon hailed for rides to their respective homes. Megumi had the house to herself as Richard was working and Lisa was in her new classes, but, this time, she didn’t mind. She had only good memories on her mind. Her mind then thought about her future children, then she got a naughty grin. “Well,” she mused, “Richard and I DO want to bring Kaede and Kaitlyn into the world. …Yes, this time, we’ll go unprotected!” She then went into the bedroom, set her phone on the nightstand, and sent a message while she unfastened her top.

“And make sure our dimensional communicator is taken apart!” Megatron barked at Starscream. “I’m not having Dr. Borg listen in on us! We’re going to use the parts for something else!”

“Shockwave and Eggman,” replied Starscream, “have something in mind for those parts.”

“Good to hear,” rumbled Megatron. “Has the Ark returned yet?”

“The Ark’s assumed a standard orbit,” reported Starscream. “We’re ready to catch the Autobots unawares.”

“Excellent,” declared Megatron. “Now, we just need to find that…”

“Megatron!” called Eggman, “Galvatron’s finally returned!”

“Let him in!” ordered Megatron. “I intend to speak to my future self personally!” Megatron stormed through the moon base and met with a purple Decepticon with a three-pronged crown and an orange cannon on his right arm. “Galvatron! Where have you been?!” demanded Megatron.

“I was staying out of your way as you lost focus on the survival of our universe!” snapped Galvatron. “Besides, I’ve found something we need in our fight against Unicron!”

Optimus looked around the Command Center as the Autobots returned to work. “Home, sweet home,” he sighed. Blackarachnia then approached him.

“It’s nice to be back,” she sighed as she leaned her head against Optimus’ shoulder. “Kind of nice not to have the fate of the multiverse on your shoulders.”

“Preach, sister,” agreed Optimus. “You got anything to do?”

“Not in terms of Autobot duties,” replied Blackarachnia. “I think I need to tidy my lair, though.”

“Why you still have a lair, I’ll never know,” muttered Optimus.

“Girl’s gotta have a private place somehow,” she purred.

“But with a messy web littering the place?” asked Optimus.

“Hey, that’s just how black widows make their webs!” snapped Blackarachnia.

“Okay, you’re the spider expert,” replied Optimus.

“Come visit when you’ve got time!” bid Blackarachnia as she transformed and sped off to her lair.

“It looks like Realmfleet didn’t find us,” remarked Jansha as she finished her survey of the lab. “Everything’s just the way we left it before Hiro found us.”

“You know,” mused Dr. Borg, “working with Shockwave, I DID notice what could have made our original attempts end badly. Perhaps we should keep them in mind when we try again.”

“What about the dimensional communicator?” asked Tormo. “Soundwave could listen in on us.”

“I’ve already stripped it down to its individual parts,” assured Jansha. “We WON’T be getting any surprises from the Decepticons.”

“Then we will proceed with our original plans,” declared Dr. Borg. “The Realms will unite under me WITHOUT the Decepticons.”

The Endeavor landed safely at the Mid-Realm’s Glasna Kingdom. Queen Dimorea Handra, the ruler of the kingdom, greeted them warmly, despite the cold that gripped the area all year long. “You’ve proven yourself well in that tournament,” Dimorea praised Arsha.

“You saw it, then?” quizzed Arsha.

“From Realmfleet HQ,” explained Dimorea. “I’m pleased you have secured the Master Wand from the hands of evil.”

“Just doing my job,” assured Arsha. “Still, I’m gonna miss Optimus and Arsha. They became really good friends.”

“I’m sure we’ll see them again,” mused Dimorea.

“Captain,” called Bashoon, “Denstra’s shuttle is coming in.”

“Time to meet my new First Officer,” declared Arsha. She turned to Oak. “I don’t remember if I said this, but thank you for your service.”

“It was an honor to serve,” replied Oak.

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Trinity Soul: Ch 74

The Closing Ceremony was in full swing. Megumi, Arsha, and Optimus’ holo-form stood on the podium that indicated which spot they won. Confetti came down as they were cheered and applauded on all sides. The Five Chizaran Princesses then arrived with Azuliterii holding a large, leather-bound book, Rojenthi holding a round device with a handle, and Rosadera holding a long box. “Ladies and gentlemen,” began Rosadera, “this 3V2R is certainly one for the books. We witnessed a Convergence bring unlikely universes together, saw both allies and enemies come together, and got to see the final end of Lord Vortech. I must say, I will never forget this one. These three combatants,” she gestured towards Megumi, Arsha, and Optimus, “have proven to be the toughest of this tournament’s contenders. Now, they shall claim their rewards.” Azuliterii approached Optimus and handed him the book.

“Optimus Prime,” she announced, “Third Place prize is the Grand Tome, a spell book with all the spells known to magic users. I believe you and your friends will enjoy studying it.”

“We sure will!” gasped Optimus. “I never thought I’d see it in my life! It’s considered as mythical as Vorton was!” Rojenthi then approached Megumi and handed her the device.

“Megumi Hishikawa,” she proclaimed, “Second Place prize is the Keystone Forge. The Vortonians stole it from Vortech and gave it to us before their extinction. We believe you are most worthy to use it. There ARE three more Keystones to make. Bring them into existence and a new era will begin in the multiverse.”

“Is this new era’s beginning time sensitive?” asked Megumi.

“No, thankfully,” answered Rojenthi.

“Then I think I’ll wait until my kids are on their adventures before I use it,” declared Megumi. “Gives me enough time to look over the instruction manual.”

“Not a bad idea,” agreed Rojenthi. “The manual’s inside the handle.” Rosadera then approached Arsha.

“Arsha Royana,” she called, “as promised, you are the master of the Master Wand.” She opened the box to reveal a silver wand with tiny jewels set into it. “Use it however you see fit, but guard that thing jealously.”

“I have a place for it already,” replied Arsha as she accepted the wand. “Realmfleet’s been notified and they’re ready to put the Master Wand in the Vault.”

“Good to hear,” bid Rosadera. The winners then thrust their prizes into the air in a sign of victory. “With all that,” declared Rosadera, “it’s time for the Closing Parade! If the winners will follow us, we’ll all go to the Winner’s Float!”

The Chizaran Spectrum Marching Band began playing and led the way as the crowds cheered for a spectacular event. The float could hold Optimus in robot mode as well as Megumi, Arsha, and all of the Chizaran princesses. Their friends and families were on floats right behind them. Everyone waved and smiled at the crowd, all proud of the event they participated in. The parade lasted for a good solid two hours. While everyone was still smiling and waving, fatigue was about to set in until the floats pulled up to their designated areas. Arsha, Megumi, and Optimus followed the Chizaran princesses to the Closing Torch and accepted their own smaller ones. They raised the torches, then threw them into the Closing Torch, causing it to leap up and change colors repeatedly, all with the associated colors of the Chizaran princesses “Ladies and gentlemen from all realities,” began Rosadera, “we cannot thank you enough for supporting past, present, and future tournaments. This will always be considered as one of the famous ones. Arsha Royana, Megumi Hishikawa, Optimus Prime, thank you so much for giving a good show and making friends along the way! Your sportsmanship and aid deserves the highest reward!” She then pulled out three coins, each divided up into 17 segments, each segment with a single color from the Chizaran princesses. “Chizara and her people would be honored to welcome you as honorary Chizarans and pray that you and your friends and family will visit us whenever you wish!” explained Rosadera.

“My Lady Rosadera,” replied Arsha, “I speak for my friends and family when I say we would be honored!”

“I speak for my people as well,” supplied Optimus, “when I say we graciously accept.”

“And I know my friends and family,” finished Megumi, “are spoken for when I say we are honored.”

“Bring it in, then!” called Rosadera as she opened her arms for a hug. Optimus transformed and activated his holo-form before joining Megumi and Arsha in hugging Rosadera.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” called Blancalmarem to the cameras, “your means of viewing does NOT, repeat, NOT need adjustment! Arsha, Megumi, and Optimus and their friends and families are honorary Chizarans and may visit us whenever they wish!”

“This is a rare honor for anyone in the multiverse,” continued Nemengra. “Normally, only contestants may visit us and only if they are participating in the 3V2R. After aiding us against Vortech’s attempted takeover of our home, we all felt they would love to see a world they’ve saved whenever they wish.”

“We cannot thank you all enough for your support through these times,” Blancalmarem went on, “and hope to see you tune in to future tournaments! I am Blancalmarem, the white princess of Chizara and the life leader!”

“I am Nemengra, the black princess of Chizara and the death leader,” finished Nemengra.

“And we thank you for joining us for the 590,492nd Verse Vs. Verse Rumble Royale!” the two princesses finished together.

After the Ceremony, everyone gathered at Castle Nerd Skull for an outdoor feast. Even the Chizaran princesses joined the feast. Food for all diets, including Energon, was available. As everyone sat down, Megumi tapped her fork against her glass for quiet. “Friends and family, both new and old,” she began, “normally, we’d have to tread carefully around a Convergence. During this time, we’ve all had our…difficulties. However, I think I can safely say that, if our universes go through a Convergence again, I would be welcoming you all with open arms! Arsha Royana, you run one of, if not THE, best ships in Realmfleet. Without your imagination and guidance, we wouldn’t be talking as friends. Don’t hesitate to call us if you want help in bringing Dr. Borg down. Optimus Prime, you and your Autobots are some of the best warriors I have ever met. If you need aid in defeating the Decepticons, you know who to call.” Everyone clapped when Megumi finished. She held her hands up for quiet again. “Now, there IS one cloud on the horizon, and that is the departure of Batman, Wyldstyle, Gandalf, and Hongo. You four, there is still time to reconsider.”

“We’ve already made the decision,” replied Batman. He then did something not many would think he would do. He pulled his cowl back to reveal Bruce Wayne. “Besides, we haven’t really done much to protect our own homes. It’s time for us to go.” He then stood up and walked over to Richard who had already changed into his usual outfit. “Richard Saunders, Kamen Rider Guard, King of the Feudal Nerd Society, it would be my pleasure to give you the Shift Keystone.”

“Thank you,” accepted Richard as Bruce handed him his Keystone Gauntlet. Gandalf then approached Michael.

“Lord Michael Archer,” he announced, “I would like to bestow the Elemental Keystone to you.”

“I graciously accept this gift, Gandalf of the Istari,” thanked Michael as Gandalf bequeathed his Keystone Gauntlet. Wyldstyle then moved to Emily.

“Dame Emily Williams,” she began, “CMO of the F.N.S., you’re the one best suited to use the Chroma Keystone. You better put it to good use, you hear?”

“Loud and clear, Lucy,” replied Emily as she accepted Wyldstyle’s Keystone Gauntlet. Last, Hongo approached Hiroki.

“Prince Hiroki Hishikawa,” he chuckled, “I can’t think of anyone more suited to use the Scale Keystone. Stay up to date on the Kamen Riders, understand?”

“I do, Hongo-san,” assured Hiroki as he was given Hongo’s Keystone Gauntlet.

“Minna,” called Megumi as Batman, Hongo, Wyldstyle, and Gandalf sat back down, “we’re all going to miss them, but we won’t forget them, will we?”

“Not a chance,” agreed Richard. Just then, there was fanfare played with imaginary trumpets! Everyone turned to see Lisa and the Stooges coming out with a covered serving tray.

“Er, should we be concerned?” Nazay asked Richard.

“Let’s just say,” replied Richard, “they might foul up whatever fowl was cooked.”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” called Moe, “presenting the multiverse’s best goose!” They uncovered the tray to reveal a well-cooked goose.

“Now, with your permission,” announced Curly, “I shall carve!” He sharpened the knife, took up the fork, then stabbed the goose with it.

“AWK!” cried the goose. Curly yelped in surprise. Some of the feasters goggled in horror.

“What are you screaming about?” asked Moe. “Go on! Carve the goose!”

“I can’t!” replied Curly. “Our goose ain’t cooked!”

“How do you figure?” demanded Moe.

“It called for help when I jabbed it with the fork!” explained Curly.

“Go on, lame-brain!” snarled Moe. “Give me a gander at that goose!” He took the fork and knife from Curly and stabbed the goose with the fork.

“AWK!” the goose shouted again. This time, Moe yelped and more of the feasters looked on.

“Hey!” called Larry. “Come on, guys! We’re all hungry! Stop stalling and carve that goose!”

“I’m afraid to touch it!” stammered Moe.

“Afraid?” laughed Larry. “Now, that’s silly!” He then stroked the goose. “Look at that nice, beautiful…” he was interrupted by the goose laughing. He yelped and grabbed Moe in fear!

“Turn me loose!” snapped Moe as he shoved Larry aside. By now, everyone was scared of eating the goose.

“No wonder you can’t carve it!” gulped Larry. “That thing’s ticklish!”

“You mean it’s haunted!” yelped Richard.

“Why didn’t you kill that one?!” Nemengra called to Death.

“That thing IS dead!” protested Death.

“How do you know?” asked Nemengra.

“‘How’!” grunted Death. “She asks the Grim Reaper ‘how’!”

“Maybe some seasoning will tenderize it,” Larry suggested to Moe.

“Good thinking,” praised Moe. He turned to Nazay. “Could I have the pepper, please?” Nazay handed him the pepper shaker. Moe shook the contents onto the goose. The pepper elicited a sneeze as the goose jumped.

“Gesundheit,” bid the Stooges before yelping in fear. Curly then noticed some crackers, then got an idea.

“Hey, fellas,” he called, “I got a brainstorm!”

“Anything in your head’s a storm,” snarked Moe.

“Well, this is a good one!” assured Curly. “We just need to stuff it!” He took a cracker from the dish. “I’ll stuff this thing with crackers, we let it soak up the gravy, then we all eat the crackers.”

“Boy, am I dumb for not stuffing that thing,” Moe chided himself. “Well, we know how to fix it. Get busy.”

“Right!” confirmed Curly as he took the cracker dish. He then held a cracker near the opening, then he felt the cracker get taken from him. He noticed his hand was empty, then picked up another cracker. “You know, a funny thing just happened,” he remarked. “I had a cracker in my hand…” the new cracker was taken from him! He yelped in surprise and ran his hand down his face.

“Quit stalling and stuff that bird!” snapped Moe.

“It’s haunted!” wailed Curly. “Every time I put a cracker there, it snatches it right out of my hand!”

“Step aside!” snapped Larry. “How could a cooked bird be haunted?” He took a bit of the outer skin off and ate it. “Tastes good,” he reported. He then sniffed it. “Smells good!” The goose then burst into flames! The feasters yelped and the goose quickly turned to ash. Richard and Nazay edged their heads towards the ashes and noticed a molted bird head slowly rise from the ashes.

“Hey, that’s Alfonso, my phoenix!” called Death. She then turned to the Stooges. “I told you idiots not to bring him!”

“You imbeciles!” shouted Richard. “You ruined our dinner!” He then grabbed his knife. The Stooges screamed in fear and ran away from the feast.

“…Well, it looks like we’re getting pizza,” sighed Megumi.

“No, we’re not,” called Lisa as she brought another covered tray out. “I anticipated they would do something like this, so I prepared more geese on the sly.”

“Life-saving Lisa saves us all!” called Richard as everyone applauded. Death scooped up the ashes and her recently returned-to-life phoenix and set them somewhere out of the way so Lisa could set the goose down.

“And now, with no further interruptions,” declared Lisa as she took up the knife and fork. While she DID hesitate in stabbing the goose with the fork, no sound escaped it when she did. She then carved the goose and continued carving the other geese so everyone had a share.

After the feast, Megumi sat on a hill and looked at the starry sky. She sighed, both happy that she made new friends, yet sad that she had to say goodbye to them as well as Hongo, Gandalf, Wyldstyle, and Batman. “I’m gonna miss you,” she sighed to herself.

“Miss who?” asked Optimus’ voice. Megumi turned to see Optimus in robot mode and Arsha climb up the hill.

“Well, you two, for starters,” replied Megumi. “As well as the four former Keystone Bearers.”

“It was kind of fun travelling the multiverse with them,” sighed Arsha as she and Optimus sat down. “Depths, it was fun meeting you.”

“I enjoyed our time together,” agreed Optimus. “I’m glad I got to see your abilities and cunning. I’m just sorry we need to part company.”

“If you ever want to visit us,” offered Megumi, “just give us a call. We’ll welcome you with open arms.”

“Thank you,” bid Arsha. The three then turned their eyes to the stars, just sitting and enjoying the company.

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Trinity Soul: Ch 73

Megumi wiped her bike down a dozen times over before her round began. “Nice and clean, ready to race!” she cheered to herself. A flash of pink light appeared and formed into Rosadera.

“You seem ready for this bout,” chuckled Rosadera.

“I AM ready!” assured Megumi.

“Moradelia’s already taken Arsha to the starting line,” reported Rosadera. “We’re all waiting for you.”

“Then let’s go!” declared Megumi. Pink light enveloped the ladies and the bike and the scene faded to become the first area of Green Hill Zone. Arsha was waiting next to her broom. It was covered by metal armor and had wheels to keep it near and level to the ground. Megumi whistled. “That’s really fancy looking!” she praised.

“Your bike’s not too shabby itself,” replied Arsha. The Chizaran Princesses then gathered and faced the camera, beginning their broadcast.

“I am Rojenthi, the Red Princess of Chizara, and the war-time leader.”

“I am Azuliterii, the Blue Princess of Chizara, and the technological leader.”

“I am Rosadera, the Pink Princess of Chizara, and the peace-time leader.”

“I am Verdutha, the Green Princess of Chizara, and the environmental leader.”

“And I am Moradelia, the Purple Princess of Chizara, and the history leader.”

“This is it, ladies and gentlemen!” cheered Rojenthi. “The final round of the 590,492nd Verse Vs. Verse Rumble Royale! With this round, we’ll determine who controls First Place prize, the Master Wand!”

“Representing her new home of 8-3-Y-0-N-D-C-1-T-Y,” Azuliterii introduced, “we have Megumi Hishikawa! Representing T-H-3-T-H-R-3-3-R-3-4-L-M-5, we have Arsha Royana!”

“The final outcome shall be determined,” continued Rosadera, “by a race! The course was graciously offered by Sonic the Hedgehog of T-R-4-N-5-F-0-R-M-3-R-5-M-0-8-1-4-N-C-H-R-0-N-1-C-L-3-5!”

“Megumi and Arsha,” explained Verdutha, “must race to the end on their respective vehicles. Whoever crosses the finish line first will take home the Master Wand.”

“Arsha’s broom,” Moradelia went on, “has been modified so both racers will have an equal chance of winning and both racers may NOT interfere in one another’s progress.”

“Arsha Royana, are you ready?” called Rosadera. Arsha snapped her fingers, formed her armor, and got on her broom.

“Ready to win!” cheered Arsha.

“Megumi Hishikawa, are you ready?” asked Rosadera. Megumi fastened her Vortex Driver to her waist and inserted her i.d. tag.

“Henshin!” she announced. She spun the wheel and became Kamen Rider Royal before she hopped onto her bike and gunned her engine. “Let’s get going!”

“Moradelia, Verdutha,” called Rosadera, “if you could take your places at the finish line, we’ll get underway!” Moradelia and Verdutha vanished in green and purple light. Azuliterii, Rosadera, and Rojenthi then lined up along the starting line leaving plenty of space for Royal and Arsha to go between them. “With this round,” announced Rosadera, “we shall determine who will take home the Master Wand! Race with honor, race with pride, and, most importantly, race well!”

“On your marks!” cheered Azuliterii. Royal gunned her engine while magic sparks flew from the end of Arsha’s broom.

“Get set!” announced Rojenthi. The two ladies revved their vehicles in an attempt to psych one another out.

“GO!” called Rosadera. The two ladies then took off, the gust of wind from the sudden acceleration blowing everywhere and tossing the Chizaran Princesses’ hair out of their well-kept states. They blinked in shock once the wind died.

“…Dang, they really WERE ready!” chuckled Rojenthi as the Princesses redid their hair.

The racers had just crossed the first bridge when they started taunting each other. “There’s no shame in pulling out!” laughed Arsha.

“I’ve played this level a few times,” replied Royal. “I know the ins and outs of Green Hill Zone! I’m not giving up now!” As they crossed the second bridge, Royal weaved around the fish robots, Eggman’s Choppers, while Arsha simply barreled on through. “Okay, where did THOSE come from?!” protested Royal.

“I thought you cleared Green Hill!” Optimus snapped at Sonic.

“I did!” insisted Sonic. “I cleared it last night! There’s no way Eggman put more of them there!”

“Then you obviously missed some of them!” growled Shadow.

“Oh, bite me, Faker!” snapped Sonic.

While the two Hedgehogs bickered, the racers took different paths. Arsha took the middle path while Royal sped along the bottom path. After Royal had jumped her bike onto a ladybug robot, a Moto-bug, she rejoined Arsha on the middle path and they both approached the giant stone loop. They accelerated and went around the loop safely. They then left the loop and entered a tunnel that snaked downwards. The tunnel ended at a level path and both racers continued along it, forcing their vehicles to jump at certain areas. Soon the path was totally level and they were approaching the sign at the end of the level! They accelerated as Moradelia and Verdutha went to opposite sides and raised their hands. “Here they come, folks!” called Verdutha. The racers were neck and neck! Five…four…three…two…one…they crossed the finish line and spun the sign!

“She won!” cheered Richard.

“Told you she could win!” called Malnar.

“…Who are you talking about?” asked Richard.

“Arsha, like you,” replied Malnar.

“No, I was talking about Megumi,” corrected Richard. “Megumi won.”

“No, ARSHA did!” hissed Malnar.

“I think I know who won!” snarled Richard.

“Obviously not!” argued Malnar.

“Well, the Princesses can tell!” declared Richard. They turned to Verdutha. “Who won?” Verdutha and Moradelia were busy looking over the footage over and over again. “…You DO know, right?” asked Richard. The two Princesses didn’t say a word.

“Come on!” urged Malnar. “Don’t leave us in the dark!” Still nothing. Malnar and Richard rolled their eyes.

“WHO WON?!” they both shouted.

“We don’t know,” gulped Verdutha.

“The race was so close that we can’t tell,” supplied Moradelia.

“ARE YOU KIDDING?!” wailed Richard.

“Don’t worry, we have someone who can help!” assured Verdutha. She pointed up to the sky to reveal a Sky Spy that monitored the whole thing from above.

“Teletraan 1!” realized Richard. “Megumi told me he does photography in his spare time!”

“We’ll get his help and announce the winner very soon,” promised Moradelia.

The picture analysis took about half an hour as Teletraan took multiple pictures. He had magnified the fronts of the vehicles as they crossed the finish line. Soon, all of the Princesses came to the same conclusion. “I think we can announce the winner now,” declared Rosadera.

“She won by just a centimeter!” chuckled Rojenthi.

“Thank you, Teletraan!” bid Moradelia.

“You’re welcome, ladies!” returned Teletraan.

Everyone had gathered at the finish line once again. Megumi and Arsha stood by their vehicles and awaited the results. “Ladies and gentlemen,” called Rosadera. “We have our winner! The one that crossed the line first by just a centimeter, the new owner of the Master Wand, the winner of this round, the champion of the 590,492nd Verse Vs. Verse Rumble Royale…” the pause was a good 30 seconds, “…is Arsha Royana, Crown Princess of the entire Mid-realm, Captain of the CRS-2784 Endeavor, and the champion of universe T-H-3-T-H-R-3-3-R-3-4-L-M-5!” Arsha was cheered to the echo at that announcement! “Congratulations, Arsha Royana! You have earned the Master Wand! Tell me, do you intend to use it or is it too powerful for anyone to use?”

“Definitely the latter,” replied Arsha as her spouses hugged her and sang her praises. “That thing’s going into the Realmfleet Deep Vaults. No one must use it. That was the plan I had with Megumi and Optimus.”

“I recall your little disagreement with them before you all accepted our invitation,” chuckled Rosadera.

“Hey, Arsha,” called Megumi. She shook Arsha’s hand, then hugged her. “Congratulations!” bid Megumi.

“You’ve earned that thing,” agreed Optimus. “Maybe it’s better for someone who’s used magic all their life to look after it.”

“Thank you, both of you!” replied Arsha.

“The Closing Ceremony for this tournament is tomorrow morning, relative to your universe’s time-scale,” Rosadera announced to the camera. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for tuning in to the 590,492nd Verse Vs. Verse Rumble Royale! We’ll see you all in the next one!”

Everyone returned to Vorton, carrying Arsha on their shoulders like the champion she was. She was set down and showered with praise for a good minute. “Okay, okay, thank you all!” called Arsha, holding her hands up and signaling for them to stop. “That was an intense race!” sighed Arsha happily. “Megumi, I was so sure YOU were going to win.”

“I guess just playing the level didn’t help me win that much,” mused Megumi.

“I’m surprised Eggman still had some robots there,” muttered Optimus.

“Well, they weren’t all that strong,” replied Arsha. “Must be prototypes.”

“I know you’ve been inundated with the praise,” interjected Megumi, “but I can’t congratulate you enough. You are an excellent fighter and a wonderful friend.”

“A pity I can’t compete again,” sighed Arsha.

“We’ll still visit,” assured Megumi. “Besides, if we’re both invited again, Optimus and I will need to settle who’s the better out of the two of us.”

“Tell me if you do so I can tune in to your bouts,” answered Arsha.

“And we’ll make sure we keep all of our universes safe,” supplied Optimus. “Besides, we can’t exactly do much without our Keystone Bearers, can we?”

“Not without your NEW Keystone Bearers, no,” replied Batman in his usual raspy voice.

“…New?” repeated Megumi.

“We’ve all decided,” explained Hongo. “We’re passing our Keystones on to four Vortex Riders. We were going to tell you when the time was right.”

“The massively awkward silence tells us that now wasn’t it,” mumbled Wyldstyle.

“What?! NO!” protested Megumi. “You can’t leave us like this!”

“Our stories have already been completed,” replied Gandalf. “We’ve already discussed this with Death. If certain events do not complete themselves, our universes will collapse, even if they’re already branches of the main one.”

“So…you’re leaving us?” asked Richard. “You’re not gonna see Vorton again?”

“Probably not, not until Death takes us,” answered Batman. The Vortex Riders became misty eyed.

“I will not say ‘Do not weep,’” assured Gandalf, “for not all tears are an evil. My time is done. Sauron is defeated and I must return to the Undying Lands in the West.”

“There’s still evil in Gotham,” continued Batman. “While I have others to help me, they still need my guidance.”

“I’ve got nothing but a life full of change ahead of me,” supplied Wyldstyle. “Besides, Emmet still needs me.”

“And Kamen Rider Zero-One, while his jokes are subpar,” finished Hongo, “still fights to protect the two worlds that influenced him. I am no longer needed. My distaste for the generations of Kamen Riders after my time is gone. It’s time to settle down now that Shocker is so fractured that it can only focus on itself.”

“…Will we ever meet again?” sniffed Megumi.

“I think we will,” replied Batman. “If not soon, then whenever Death takes us to After Academy.”

“You’ve been accepted?!” yelped Richard.

“All four of us,” confirmed Gandalf.

“We’ll be going once we’ve ALL said our goodbyes,” explained Batman.

“Then we should make our last moments memorable,” declared Megumi.

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Trinity Soul: Ch 72

The break was over and the 3V2R was back on. Optimus was waiting for his ride to Phury’s home by the Vorton Gateway. His holo-form twirled the pair of sai he was going to use. He had a mode-lock attached so he would remain in his alt-mode. “Careful, Prime,” warned Jazz. “She’s crafty.”

“Crafty or not,” growled Optimus as he put his sai away and changed his outfit to a ninja suit, “I’m not going to let her cheating go unpunished! I’ll show her! I won’t become a cheater like her!” Black mist appeared and formed Nemengra.

“Phury is waiting within her forest,” she reported.

“Then bring me to her!” declared Optimus. His holo-form and alt-mode were surrounded by black mist and they all appeared at the edge of a dense forest. A camera appeared as Nemengra checked her hair and hair ornament. She then adjusted her skirts and began her broadcast.

“I am Nemengra,” she greeted, “the black princess of Chizara and the death leader! Representing G-W-3-N-1-0, we have Phury of Appoplexia with home turf advantage! Representing T-R-4-N-5-F-0-R-M-3-R-5-M-0-8-1-4-N-C-H-R-0-N-1-C-L-3-5, we have Optimus Prime! The competitors’ shadowy skills shall determine the victor of this bout! Both combatants are using the weapon they are weakest with. Whoever lands three hits on their opponent it victorious! No other weapons may be used, no force-fields and no outside interference! Phury, are you ready?”

“Let’s get this over with,” growled an image of Phury dressed in a ninja’s outfit.

“Optimus Prime, are you ready?” asked Nemengra.

“Let’s do it!” declared Optimus.

“This round is for Third Place prize!” reminded Nemengra. “While it’s not as powerful as the Master Wand, it WILL be as magnificent! As such, fight with honor, fight with pride, and, most importantly, fight well! Begin!” The image of Phury disappeared and Optimus pulled his mask over his face as he dashed into the forest. As he jumped through the trees, he looked around for any telltale movements that would give Phury’s position away. Something then hit him on the back of the head during his jump! He landed hard on the ground and looked up to see Phury twirl a pair of tonfa!

“One for me, whelp!” she taunted.

“Gonna have to come down from there sometime, kitty!” taunted Optimus.

“You have a point!” laughed Phury as she jumped down. Optimus performed a slash, but Phury blocked it.

“Ah, poopy!” swore Optimus. Phury then went of the offensive with a series of strikes that Optimus blocked. Soon, their weapons locked with each other.

“There’s no shame in surrendering to your better!” chuckled Phury.

“There is if they’re not my better!” shouted Optimus. Phury then shoved Optimus away and untangled the weapons in the process. Her tonfa then smacked Optimus in the face!

“Two for me, none for you!” taunted Phury. “Wish to reevaluate that opinion, child?”

“I didn’t say you weren’t a better fighter,” corrected Optimus as he bent down, “I just said you weren’t my better!” He then scooped up a pile of leaves from the forest floor with his sai and flung them at Phury. She swatted at them like mosquitoes targeting a sweaty human. When everything had settled, Phury no longer saw Optimus!

“…Where?!” she demanded. “Where?!”

“It must really gall you,” chuckled Optimus’ voice from above her. The sound came from all around her, so she couldn’t determine where he was.

“…What does?” asked Phury.

“How you lost your empire,” replied Optimus.

“Well, being betrayed by your white-furred sister…!” growled Phury.

“No, no, no, that’s not what I meant,” laughed Optimus. “I mean, yeah, having a sibling betray you, that stings. I completely understand, I’ve been there. However, that’s not the galling part. All of those people underfoot, suddenly rising up against you? That’s what I’m talking about. I’m willing to bet my Spark that you always ask yourself how it could have happened. After all, you’re their ‘better’.”

“I AM their better!” snarled Phury. “Superior strength! Superior soldiers! Superior intelligence! Superior in EVERY aspect!”

“Yet, here you are,” answered Optimus, “fighting someone beneath you in a tournament, CHEATING in said tournament, and making a sad bid for power just to reclaim your throne.” Phury then felt a strike to her knees and grunted in pain. “What do you know? One for me, now!”

“I’M the cheater?!” roared Phury. “You must have switched your holo-form off as I swatted the leaves aside!”

“He didn’t,” replied Nemengra’s voice. “His holo-form is still online; you just need to find him. He DID strike you with one of his sai. He’s correct, it IS one for him.”

“He distracted me!” countered Phury as she tore her mask off. “Optimus, come out and face me with honor!”

“Oh, yes, I know all about your ‘honor’, Ms. Tony the Tiger,” taunted Optimus.

“What’s THAT supposed to mean?!” snarled Phury as she struggled to hold it together.

“See, unlike you, I did my homework and read your dossier,” explained Optimus as his tone became one of disgust. “You personally butchered all of Anur Transyl and its moon, Luna Lobo! All of those men, women, and children of both the Loboans and Transylians you killed before the Ectonurites took command of the Anur System, CHILDREN, Phury! The blood of innocents and innocence saturates your hands, you demon!”


“Yet, your sister, the current Queen of Appoplexia, Rayj, didn’t agree with you, did she?” growled Optimus. “She got Verdona and her granddaughter, this universe’s Omnitrix bearer, Gwen Tennyson, to liberate Appoplexia from your rule and join the Plumber Alliance.”


“So, what in the Pit makes YOU any better than her?!” demanded Optimus.


“Yeah, how sad,” scoffed Optimus in an unsympathetic tone. He appeared suddenly in front of Phury, slammed the end of his sai’s handle into her chin, and sent her cartwheeling out of the forest near Nemengra’s position. As Phury readjusted her jaw, Nemengra made her announcement.

“This contest is over!” she cheered. “Third Place prize goes to Optimus Prime!”

“NO!” roared Phury.

“Optimus, I shall return you home,” declared Nemengra. “Phury, though you have suffered a…” she didn’t get far as Phury wrapped her fingers around Nemengra’s neck and started squeezing.


“The victor…was chosen…by YOUR fight terms!” choked Nemengra.


“Not…not much of…a threat…for an immortal!” gasped Nemengra. “The…the victor has…already been…been decided! Get your…fat fingers…off my neck!”

“I AM QUEEN PHURY OF APPOPLEXIA!” shouted Phury. “NONE DESERVE THE PRIZE MORE THAN…!” Nemengra touched her hair flower and it turned into black armor for her. As Optimus’ holo-form escaped the forest, Nemengra clasped her hands under Phury’s elbow and drove them upwards, bending Phury’s elbow in an unnatural way and breaking it. Phury roared in pain before she was punched square in the face, making her fly backwards into the forest and knocking the trees over with the impact. Nemengra then leapt upwards and landed on Phury, feet first. She got off and looked over Phury before snapping her fingers and restoring Phury’s bones to their unbroken state, but still leaving the pain. For once, an enraged Appoplexian was stopped by a few punches. Nemengra dismissed the armor, then glared at Phury.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” she said softly, “Because we can’t die, I’m the weakest Chizaran. Not the weakest of all the princesses, not the weakest of the minor princesses, the weakest of every single Chizaran. Even so, I still have more power in the loosest thread of my dress than you’ve ever commanded in your entire life! Article 1, section 1, subsection 1, paragraph 1 of the General Rules of Combat: violent actions towards the judges or competitors outside of a bout will NOT be accepted! The prescribed penalty is immediate banning from the tournament at a judge’s discretion! As of now, I intend to follow through on that! Let me tell you something, Phury, disgraced Queen of Appoplexia! You will no longer be welcomed to the Verse Vs. Verse Rumble Royale!” She snapped her fingers and Optimus and Nemengra returned to Vorton. “Congratulations, Optimus Prime, on your victory,” she bid before the mode-lock vanished in black mist and she left in the usual Chizaran manner. Megumi and Arsha had seen the whole thing.

“She’s the weakest Chizaran?!” gulped Megumi.

“Remind me not to make her mad!” muttered Arsha.

“I’m glad she’s on our side,” mumbled Optimus.

Blancalmarem and Nemengra began their post-round broadcast. “I am Blancalmarem, the white princess of Chizara and the life leader,” began Blancalmarem.

“I am Nemengra, the black princess of Chizara and the death leader,” finished Nemengra.

“We’d like to offer a small warning to those who wish to participate in other 3V2R’s,” continued Blancalmarem.

“We Chizarans like to consider ourselves gracious hosts,” supplied Nemengra.

“However, unlike our lives and power,” warned Blancalmarem, “our hospitality is NOT without limits.”

“So, please,” advised Nemengra, “be gracious in defeat and magnanimous in victory.”

“If not,” continued Blancalmarem, “as Nemengra and Phury can attest, the results WON’T be pleasant.”

“You’ll find out what it means to get on a Chizaran’s bad side,” finished Nemengra. “Please do everything legal in your power to stay in the tournament and we’ll all get along just fine.”

Phury was still lying in the crater that was created from the beatdown she had received. She was practically numb to everything. All she could do was think about how her last bid for power had slipped from her hands. She had nothing, no troops, no loyal subjects, no home, no title, nothing. She then started crying. She was nothing now. She sat up and looked at her claws, a thought crossing her mind. Desperation took hold as she wanted it all to end. She extended a claw, brought it to her neck, hesitated only for 10 seconds, then her arm was grabbed by a metal hand. “I see no logic in suicide right now,” remarked the hand’s owner.

“LET GO!” shrieked Phury as she got out of the stranger’s grasp. The stranger was the former Cyber-Leader, Gi. “There’s no logic in living now!” sobbed Phury. “I just had my power stripped of me and all of my future chances of regaining it are gone! Only death remains! I don’t care if it’s dishonorable! My life needs to end on MY terms!”

“What would you say if your chances of getting power AREN’T gone just yet?” asked Gi.

“What would YOU know of that?” dismissed Phury as she turned away.

“My organization has quietly conquered three universes,” explained Gi. “You’ve led an empire longer than I did, so there IS a place in my organization’s ruling council for you.” Phury stayed still for a while, then turned as her tears stopped flowing.

“…Go on,” she invited.

“I represent a new iteration of Shocker,” continued Gi. “Shocker Umbra. I’m sure you’ve heard of Shocker Rift?”

“You mean Vortech’s version of Shocker?” asked Phury as she wiped her eyes. “What about it?”

“My friend and I,” Gi went on, “are making a better, more stable version of that organization. We’ve got some rather tough universes, so we need someone who knows how to put down the most difficult of resistance groups. Your name was high on the list.”

“…How many is your ruling council at the moment?” purred Phury.

“Right now, it’s just me and my partner,” explained Gi.

“That’s no council,” scoffed Phury.

“No, it isn’t,” agreed Gi. “We need seven to make up our council. Your advice would be invaluable. Think about it, we have troops to do as you say with just enough initiative to make sure your goals are accomplished in an effective manner.”

“…What’s your name?” asked Phury.

“I am Cyber-Priestess Gi,” introduced Gi.

“Let me tell you something, Cyber-Priestess Gi,” declared Phury, “we need to discuss my place in this ‘Shocker Umbra’ you and your partner are making. I accept!”

“Splendid!” cheered Gi. She then took out a communicator. “Metaltron, we have our third! Requesting a rift home!”

“Coming up!” replied Metaltron on the other end. A rift opened and Phury and Gi entered it. It shut behind them, leaving that universe barren of any version of Phury of Appoplexia.

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Trinity Soul: Ch 71

With the Chizarans helping out, the cleanup of the hangar went smoothly and swiftly. Megumi and Richard retired to their house and bed, exhausted from the food fight, and went soundly to sleep. Lisa also took a bed in a spare room and fell to sleep, dead to the world until morning. When Megumi and Richard woke up, they smelled food cooking. “Sausages?” muttered Richard. Then, they remembered. “Oh yeah, maid,” recalled Richard.

“I wonder if Kaede and Kaitlyn grew up…will grow up with her in their lives?” mused Megumi. “Man, time travel really alters the tenses, doesn’t it?”

“I’m sure Michael or the Doctor could give a lecture or two on the subject,” chuckled Richard. They got dressed and made their way to the dining room as Lisa was placing their meals at their places.

“Good morning, Sir, Madam!” she greeted. When they sat down, she sat at her own place and they ate their meals.

“Lisa, this is delicious!” praised Megumi. “Where’d you acquire the skills?”

“Before I was kidnapped,” explained Lisa, “I was serving as a maid in an old Morphus family’s house. I didn’t enjoy it. I learned the skills, but never got ANY praise whatsoever. Mr. Boomer then lured me into his work with the promises of a better life. As you know, he tricked me and locked me in my spider form.”

“That reminds me,” remarked Megumi. “Lisa, with your paycheck, I’m going to add what I paid for you when I thought you were a normal tarantula.”

“On top of the standard paycheck?” asked Lisa. “You don’t need to do that!”

“Yes, I do,” replied Megumi. “You’ve suffered enough and need the money more than I do.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” bid Lisa. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“Now, who could that be?” asked Richard.

“I’ll go check,” declared Lisa as she pushed back her chair. She went to the front door and opened it to reveal Octorpindar. “May I help you?” asked Lisa.

“Are Megumi and Richard home?” inquired Octorpindar, slightly hurriedly.

“They’re in the middle of breakfast,” explained Lisa.

“Who’s at the door?” called Richard.

“It’s Octorpindar,” replied Lisa.

“Let him in,” directed Megumi. Lisa turned back to Octorpindar.

“May I take your coat?” she asked.

“I’d prefer to leave it on,” replied Octorpindar as he entered the house and took off his shoes. He bounded up the steps and met with Richard and Megumi. “I have a message for you from Queen Empress Scorpainia herself!” he panted. “At your earliest convenience, you MUST come to Tarlax 14 and meet her and Dr. Emily Williams at the Royal Eye Hospital!”

“What’s Emily doing there?” asked Richard.

“Assisting in the birth,” replied Octorpindar.

“Scorpainia’s having her baby?!” yelped Megumi.

“We gotta finish up quick!” declared Richard.

“I’ll stay behind and clean up!” called Lisa.

“Thank you!” bid Megumi as they quickly finished breakfast.

Richard and Megumi arrived at the hospital and were directed to the waiting area outside the delivery room. Emmanuel and Lukas arrived as well as Lacey. They waited as they heard Scorpainia screaming as she was getting her baby out of the womb. In the delivery room, Scorpainia was holding Eelinape’s hand, or rather, CRUSHING it! Her tail was threaded through the bed and restrained so she wouldn’t accidentally sting the baby. “Come on!” urged Emily. “You’re doing great! One more push!”

“YOU SAID THAT FIVE PUSHES AGO!!!” roared Scorpainia.

“And look how well you’re doing!” replied Emily. “Wait, I see the head! Come on! Push!” Scorpainia was practically roaring at a frequency only dogs could hear. She then started panting from the last push.

“My…” she gasped weakly. “My…” Then, a sound that she was waiting for reached her ears. “My child!” she panted happily as the baby cried at being pushed into a brighter, colder world.

“Congratulations!” cheered Emily as she checked over the baby. “A cute baby girl!”

“A girl?!” called Eelinape.

“Wait, no, wrong equipment,” Emily corrected herself as she recorded the baby’s weight. “It’s a bouncing baby boy.”

“In your face!” chuckled Scorpainia.

“Height: 59 cm,” reported Emily. “Weight: 5.5 kg. Time of birth: 08:42 am. Temperature: 36.4 C. He’s big, but healthy.”

“You did good,” Eelinape praised Scorpainia. “I suppose it wasn’t so bad.” Emily drew in a breath at that statement.

“…Wasn’t so bad?” repeated Scorpainia in a low whisper. Eelinape started sweating. “Wasn’t so bad?! WASN’T SO BAD?!”

Megumi, Richard, Lacey, Lukas, and Emmanuel and the nurse recoiled in terror outside the delivery room. “A…Are you sure it’s safe to go in?!” squeaked Lukas.

“I may be wrong,” gulped the nurse as he hid behind his arms. Emily then opened the door.

“Come on in and meet the new Prince of Tarlax!” she invited. Megumi, Richard, Lacey, Lukas, and Emmanuel followed her in and found Scorpainia holding her son with Eelinape making cutesy noises. They got a good look at the baby and saw that he had two humanoid arms and a set of lobster claws as well. He had a lobster tail and long antennae under his nose. Still, the baby looked cute.

“Did you name him yet?” asked Richard as the new baby was passed to Eelinape.

“I think we’ll call him Lobstornias,” declared Scorpainia.

“Eelinape, here,” called Emmanuel as he opened a box of cigars.

“Er, I don’t smoke,” replied Eelinape as he handed his son back to Scorpainia.

“Neither do I,” assured Emmanuel. “These are chocolate cigars.”

“Now that’s different,” answered Eelinape as he accepted one and put it in his mouth.

“I’m so glad all of his Godparents could come,” sighed Scorpainia as Lacey took a turn holding Lobstornias.

“All of them?” she quizzed. “I know Lukas, Emmanuel, and I are three out of the four. Who’s the other Godmother?”

“Who else but Megumi?” asked Scorpainia.

“ME?!” yelped Megumi.

“You’ve saved Tarlax as much as Lacey did,” explained Scorpainia. “The honor of being his Godmother is yours if you’ll have it.”

“…Scorpainia, I’d be honored to be his Godmother!” cheered Megumi as she got misty eyes.

Once everyone was tactfully shooed out of the hospital, Richard and Megumi returned home. Lisa greeted them and showed off how clean the house was. “Okay, that’s impressive!” praised Megumi. “Having six arms must be…er…useful.”

“You were about to say ‘handy’, weren’t you?” guessed Lisa.

“Yeah, I was,” sighed Megumi.

“Glad you stopped yourself,” remarked Lisa. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“Now who?” muttered Richard. Megumi opened the door to reveal Arsha.

“Arsha, come in!” invited Megumi. Arsha entered the house and whistled in an impressed manner.

“You’ve set yourself up real good!” she praised as she removed her shoes.

“We’ve made it so we’re comfortable,” replied Megumi.

“You look like you just came back from something,” observed Arsha.

“Scorpainia was giving birth on Tarlax,” explained Richard, “and Megumi was named a Godmother.”

“No kidding?!” cheered Arsha. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” replied Megumi as she, Richard, and Lisa led her to the living room. “Tell me, what brings you here?” asked Megumi.

“Just some scouting,” replied Arsha.

“I thought we were using Optimus’ universe for our bout?” quizzed Megumi.

“We are,” answered Arsha. “I just wanted to see what your universe looks like. Oh, that reminds me, Sonic’s found a good course for us. Some place called Green Hill Zone.”

“The place where it all started for Sonic fans,” chuckled Megumi. They waited for a bit for one of the Chizaran Princesses to make their announcement. “…Er, hello?” called Megumi.

“Anyone?” asked Richard. “My wife and her opponent just got the fight terms hammered out!”

“…Is someone asleep?” quizzed Arsha. Snoring answered her question.

“Oh, for the love of…!” griped Amartonadii’s voice. “Sorry! Rosadera’s asleep at the announcement console!”

“Asleep?!” yelped Lisa. “What happened?!”

“Partying, that’s what,” replied Amartonadii. “Let me just see if…all right, a race through Green Hill Zone. First one to cross the finish line is the winner. Arsha’s broom against Megumi’s motorcycle. No interference, no power-ups, all specs on both vehicles are good, okay then, it all checks out. Looks like I’m making the announcement.” She cleared her throat before giving the usual spiel. “The challenge has been set, the terms have been agreed upon, and the chance of victory is agreeable for both sides. All five of the Founding Chizaran Princesses will be judging. When this break is over, your fight begins! Prepare and make ready! Good luck!”

“Thank you!” bid Arsha and Megumi together.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” grumbled Amartonadii, “I’m going to put Rosadera to bed!” The call ended and Arsha and Megumi smiled at each other.

“I look forward to facing you once this break is over,” proclaimed Arsha.

“Just know this,” replied Megumi, “whatever the outcome, you are an excellent friend and I will miss you when this is all over.”

“Then we need to make sure we have one final bash before we say goodbye,” declared Arsha.

“We better talk to Optimus about it,” mused Megumi.

“Then let’s visit him,” offered Richard.

Optimus and Blackarachnia were playing a game in their base’s holo-suite. They had just defeated the boss and opened a chest to get their contents. “Aw, sweet!” cheered Optimus. “Blade of Infinite Possibility!”

“But no updog,” muttered Blackarachnia.

“You’ve been mentioning updog ever since we started this game!” laughed Optimus. “What are you even talking about?!”

“I’m talking about updog!” replied Blackarachnia.

“Wh…what’s that supposed to mean?” chuckled Optimus.

“It means updog,” answered Blackarachnia.

“…What’s updog?” quizzed Optimus. Blackarachnia then erupted into hysterical laughter. “Oh, Primus Slaggit!” groaned Optimus as he realized the joke. “Well, aren’t you proud of yourself!” Blackarachnia was rolling on the floor as she laughed.

“I have NEVER,” she wheezed, “in my life, got that joke to work!” The game was then paused as Teletraan’s avatar appeared.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he bid, “but Phury just broke the door down and is currently engaged in a fight with Jazz and Bumblebee.”

“Not in my house, she ain’t!” snarled Optimus.

“Computer, save, bookmark, and end game!” called Blackarachnia as she and Optimus dashed to the Command Center, finding Bumblebee and Jazz dodging the objects Phury was throwing. Optimus caught one and sent it flying back to her. As she leapt, Blackarachnia flung a web at her and pinned her to the wall. Phury struggled against her bonds, but tired herself out in the attempt. As she panted, Optimus got closer.

“You invade my base! You attack my friends! You…!” he ranted.

“I don’t believe this!” growled Phury. “You consider your pawns your ‘friends’?!”

“Those ‘pawns’,” hissed Optimus, “fight with the most bravery I’ve ever seen and work the hardest out of any soldier to defend this world from petty tyrants like you! You’re in MY base and you WILL show them respect!”

“In my universe, Cybertron burned half of Appoplexia with their war!” snarled Phury. “They made no attempts for reparations! They gave no respect for us, no matter the faction, so why are they due any?! The Master Wand was the best chance I had of keeping the universe safe from them!”

“Yeah, well, cheating wasn’t the way to go!” growled Optimus.

“I’ll be after Megumi for ruining me!” promised Phury. “You can count on it!”

“State your business or get out!” warned Optimus.

“I have decided on how to best you!” declared Phury. “You are part of the Cyber-Ninja Corps, correct?”

“And you were trained by the Shinobans of Shinobus,” recalled Optimus. “You’re challenging me to a ninja fight?”

“Each of us will use the weapon we are weakest with to achieve victory,” replied Phury. “Whoever lands three hits on their opponents will be victorious. No other weapons may be used, no force-fields, no robot mode, no outside interference.”

“And our battlefield?” rumbled Optimus.

“There’s a forest outside my old palace,” answered Phury. “We’ll use it.”

“Fine,” agreed Optimus. “Just know that I will be praying for severe scrutiny on this bout.”

“You will get your wish, Young Prime,” assured Moradelia’s voice. “The challenge has been set, the terms have been agreed upon, and the chance of victory is agreeable for both sides. Nemengra, the black princess of Chizara and the death leader, will be judging. When this break is over, your fight begins! Prepare and make ready! Good luck!” Purple light surrounded Phury as she vanished from her bonds. Optimus cycled air through his olfactory sensors, trying to calm himself down.

“Prime,” interjected Teletraan, “Arsha and Megumi are requesting permission to come in.”

“I could use some more friendly faces,” replied Optimus. “Let them in.” The door opened and Megumi and Arsha entered the base.

“Hello!” greeted Arsha.

“Thank you for coming,” bid Optimus. “I just got the terms of my bout settled with Phury.”

“I take it she’s STILL angry about having to settle for fighting over Third Place Prize?” muttered Megumi.

“And she insulted my friends by calling them pawns,” answered Optimus.

“Okay, one, rude!” growled Arsha. “Two, if she wanted First Place Prize, she shouldn’t have cheated!”

“Well, winner or not,” remarked Optimus, “I’m gonna show her what happens when you cheat!”

“Optimus, if I could turn your attention to something more pleasant,” offered Megumi, “Arsha and I were planning a feast before we all need to part ways.”

“One last hurrah before we all return to our lives,” mused Optimus. “I think we can work that in.”

“I just want you all to know,” called Arsha, “this has been a fun adventure. We DID have our downs, but I wouldn’t change a single bit of it.”

“Neither would I,” agreed Optimus.

“And neither would I,” supplied Megumi. “If you all want, I can get you into After Academy.” Optimus and Arsha looked at each other, then shook their heads.

“We’ll save that for AFTER we die,” explained Arsha.

“But you’re more than welcome to drop by our homes when you can,” offered Optimus.

“I’d like that,” replied Megumi. “Now, I’d better get back home.”

“I’m still getting paperwork throughout all this,” sighed Arsha. “A Realmfleet Captain’s work is never done.”

“Hey, before you ladies go,” called Teletraan, “how about a picture with you three?”

“Just a moment,” directed Optimus as he transformed and switched on his holo-form. “There, now we can all fit.” Teletraan aimed his camera eye at the three as they lined up with Optimus in the middle, Megumi on his right, and Arsha on his left. Arsha and Megumi each knelt down and placed a hand on his back as Optimus placed his hands on both their backs. Teletraan lined up his shot.

“All right, say ‘Trinity’!” called Teletraan.

“Trinity!” called Arsha, Optimus, and Megumi. Optimus and Arsha winked when they said that and Teletraan took the picture. It appeared on the screen quickly.

“Now THAT’S a cool picture!” cheered Optimus.

“Good work, Teletraan!” praised Megumi.

“Did you take photography classes?” asked Arsha.

“Oddly enough, yes,” answered Teletraan. “I got into some online photography classes at Optimus’ request.”

“I paid his tuition and he got certified,” explained Optimus. “He was worried about what would happen to him when the war’s over. He wanted to try his processors at photography and he’s been doing it on the side ever since.”

“Planning ahead, the gift of the gods,” praised Megumi.

“Amen to that!” chuckled Arsha.

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Trinity Soul: Ch 70

Skyfall and Quake Hammer approached the makeshift office the F.N.S had constructed for Optimus during the break. If they had the ability to sweat, they would be doing so right now. “I’m gonna get stripped of the Autobrand, I just know it,” gulped Skyfall.

“Whatever happens,” assured Quake Hammer, “you have my aid and support.” They found the office and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” called Optimus’ voice. They entered the office and found him sitting at his desk. “Ah, Skyfall, Quake Hammer. I’ve been expecting you.”

“Sir, before you strip me of the Autobrand, I need to say this,” declared Skyfall. “You can’t argue with the results! I did what I felt was necessary to stop evil!”

“Lieutenant…” interjected Optimus.

“War was simply trying to protect the multiverse!” continued Skyfall. “You can’t fault her for that!”

“Lieutenant Skyfall!” snapped Optimus.

“I’m not going to stand by and…” Skyfall went on.


“…You’re not?” asked Skyfall.

“No!” replied Optimus. “I’m giving you a job as head of the Cybertronian Interdimensional Affairs Department.”

“When did Cybertron get such a department?” inquired Quake Hammer.

“Just a few hours ago,” answered Optimus. “In short, you’ll be the first line of defense if an extradimensional threat tries to take a stab at us. You’ll need to work closely with the F.N.S and keep us informed on a weekly basis. Now, with the job comes a promotion. All I need from you is a simple yes or no answer. Do you accept?” Skyfall’s Spark swelled with pride.

“…It’s been an honor to work directly with you, Sir,” thanked Skyfall. “I accept.”

“Then here’s your new commission letter!” declared Optimus as he handed her a pad. “Congratulations, Captain Skyfall!”

“Thank you, Sir!” bid Skyfall as they shook hands.

“Now, of course, given the current situation on Cybertron,” directed Optimus, “you’re not allowed to give Quake Hammer any information.”

“Understood, Sir,” confirmed Skyfall.

“As long as we understand each other,” replied Optimus. “Dismissed.” Skyfall saluted, then she and Quake Hammer left. Once the door shut, Quake Hammer kissed her on the lips. Skyfall didn’t offer any resistance as she kissed back.

“Congratulations, sweetie!” cheered Quake Hammer. “You’ve more than earned this!”

“I was a bit worried back there,” chuckled Skyfall. “Looks like Optimus really wanted to make it up to me.”

“Well, I’d say he did,” mused Quake Hammer. “Let us celebrate!”

Megumi was in her house, waking up from a much-needed nap. As she stretched, she lazily flicked the t.v. on. As usual, the first image was of Richard making his news broadcast. With the initial resistance of wearing his new dress having worn off a while ago, he looked a lot more comfortable in it. Megumi appeared to have caught him as he just began the broadcast. “Good afternoon,” he began. “Welcome to Multiverse News Network. I am Richard Saunders and we begin our segment with an update on the Convergence. All people that have ended up in different universes have been returned with no harm done. The universes have been identified as T-R-4-N-5-F-0-R-M-3-R-5-M-0-8-1-4-N-C-H-R-0-N-1-C-L-3-5 and T-H-3-T-H-R-3-3-R-3-4-L-M-5. Sheesh, there’s a mouthful.” He cleared his throat and returned to the news. “This is not the first time that T-R… Transformers: Mobian Chronicles has been involved in multiversal affairs. Indeed, a denizen of that universe, a version of Sonic the Hedgehog, has helped the Vortex Riders out on more than one occasion during the Vortech Wars. We simply had no idea there were Transformers in that universe. The Convergence has officially ended, but the 3V2R is still in effect. We’re still in a period of rest, but it WILL be back on within the next two years for our universe. In other news, a medical breakthrough has been made! The cure for the common cold has just been discovered! Here to tell us all about it is the eminent Dr. Alex Vansider!”

“Go, Dr. Vansider!” cheered Megumi. An elderly man came onto the screen.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!” called the man in a heavy German accent.

“Welcome, Doctor!” greeted Richard as they shook hands. “I understand this breakthrough is the result of thirty years of concentrated research.”

“Ja, it was,” confirmed Dr. Vansider. “I’m surprised it took me and my team that long because the answer was actually right under our noses! Can you believe that?”

“Can you tell us what to do?” asked Richard.

“Of course!” answered Dr. Vansider. “Oh, I can’t tell you how excited I am! First, the easiest step for introverts, stay away from sick people!”

“As you said, an easy step for introverts,” chuckled Richard.

“Step two,” continued Dr. Vansider, “is to wrap your head in a paper bag. Next, you pour hot coffee over yourself. Last, hold your breath for about a minute.”

“And this will cure the common cold?” asked Richard incredulously.

“Positively!” cheered Dr. Vansider. He then unleashed a loud torrent of sneezing. “Then again…” groaned the doctor as he wiped his nose.

“Well, thank you, Dr. Vansider,” bid Richard as he returned to his audience. “Remember, whenever big news breaks….you certainly won’t find it here.” Megumi had switched the t.v. off by then. She then remembered something.

“Tarantula feeding time,” she muttered to herself. As she went to get a fat cricket for her new Tarantula, she heard a noise. “…The vacuum cleaner?” she quizzed. She followed the noise to see a six-armed woman with a fuzzy spider’s rear and wearing a maid’s outfit. The woman was vacuuming the living room floor. “HEY!” shouted Megumi. The woman looked up as if there was nothing strange going on.

“Oh, hello, Madam Megumi,” she greeted. “Are you fully relaxed?”

“I was,” answered Megumi, “but then a strange woman entered my house and started doing my chores! Who are you and where did you come from?!”

“You don’t recognize me?” asked the woman. “I’m a little surprised. You DID buy me from that pet shop a while ago.”

“…No, I bought a Mexican Red-kneed Tarantula,” corrected Megumi.

“Yeah, me,” insisted the woman. Then she did something extraordinary! She shrunk and her limbs reformed themselves into spider legs while her head sunk into her torso, her eyes split into eight and bunched together while spider chelicerae sprouted from her mouth and pedipalps grew near the fangs. The woman had turned into a Mexican Red-kneed Tarantula and waved her pedipalp towards an empty cage where the spider Megumi bought once lived.

“…I bought a shape-shifter?” Megumi muttered. The spider then turned back into the woman and giggled.

“You can call me Lisa,” introduced the woman, “your new live-in maid!”

“Maid?!” yelped Megumi. “Wait a minute! What do you mean ‘maid’?!”

“Isn’t it obvious?” asked Lisa. “You’re gonna need help in keeping the house in order, especially since both you and Richard are working.”

“My house is just fine!” argued Megumi. “Besides, I haven’t had a maid my entire life. I don’t need one and, to be frank, I don’t WANT one.” Lisa’s face fell when she heard that. “Look, I’ll talk to the shop owner and explain what happened. Maybe he can get me a…”

“I’m not going back to that hell-hole!” hissed Lisa.

“Pardon?” asked Megumi.

“All my life, I spent my life in a cage!” explained Lisa. “I was denied my natural shape-shifting abilities as a Morphus Tarantula.”

“Wait a minute, he told me he never deals in your breed,” recalled Megumi.

“That’s a lie!” argued Lisa.

“So, he locks you all in your spider form?” asked Megumi.

“Uh huh,” confirmed Lisa.

“Right then,” muttered Megumi, “I think the police need to hear about this!”

“…but has assured us that future cases of furniture changing into monsters won’t be possible,” Richard continued on the news broadcast. Arsha and her spouses were watching. “…This just in, Mr. Harry Boomer, the owner of the Frightful Delights Exotic Pet Shop has just been arrested on charges of slave trading! It appears my wife had discovered that the Mexican Red-kneed Tarantula she bought a while ago was actually a Morphus Tarantula locked in her spider form. After Megumi reported the circumstances to the police, a task force obtained a warrant and tested all of the Tarantulas Mr. Boomer sells. It was discovered that over 65% of the Tarantulas were, in fact, Morphus Tarantulas. Native to one of Tarlax’s moons, Arachnus, the Tarlaxian government has long been against the sale of these spiders, considering it an act of slavery. Mr. Boomer’s trial is set for Monday and he is currently looking at a life sentence. That is all from Multiverse News Network. Good night.” The broadcast ended and Arsha switched the t.v. off.

“Just when you think slavery IS impossible in some part of the multiverse!” sighed Gorfanth.

“I wonder what’s going to happen to the shapeshifter?” quizzed Falnii.

“I hope she can go back to her people,” wished Malnar.

“Megumi told me about her,” remarked Arsha. “She’s asked to be Megumi’s live-in maid.”

“Why?” asked Lardeth.

“She’s not too fond of her people either,” explained Arsha. “Megumi’s thinking about it right now.”

“Well, for the spider’s sake, I hope she says yes,” sighed Foresna.

A few days had passed and everyone, even the Autobots, Endeavor crew, and Chizaran princesses, was gathering at Castle Nerd Skull for a celebration. The reason was known to all except Megumi. “Okay, don’t get me wrong,” Megumi whispered to Richard, “I like a party as much as anyone else, but I’d like to know the reason for it.”

“All in good time,” assured Richard.

“There she is!” called Rosadera. She and the other Princesses accosted her with hugs.

“Well now,” chuckled Megumi. “What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing special as of yet,” replied Moradelia. “Just greeting a friend.”

“I know we’re still a ways off,” mused Verdutha, “but have you and Arsha decided on your bout terms?”

“We’re thinking of a simple race,” answered Megumi. “My motorcycle against her broomstick.”

“That seems a tad unfair,” remarked Azuliterii.

“She’s modifying it so that it will remain level with my bike,” assured Megumi.

“And the race course will be?” asked Rojenthi.

“Arsha said she’d be speaking with Sonic on that one,” replied Megumi. “They’re still hammering out the options.”

“We’ll have to talk to her later, then,” mused Rosadera.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” called Richard as he and Lisa flanked a door, “it gives Lisa and I great pleasure to reveal the meaning of this party to Megumi.”

“So, you DID hire Lisa,” Arsha commented to Megumi.

“On the stipulation that we ALL share in the house work,” explained Megumi. “Hey, did you know the reason behind all this too?”

“We all do,” answered Arsha.

“Megumi Hishikawa, my lovely wife,” continued Richard, “tell me, do you know what day it is?”

“The day?” muttered Megumi. “It’s, er, Sunday, right?”

“I meant the actual day of the month,” replied Richard.

“Hold on,” called Megumi as she checked her phone. She got a good look at the date and her face lit up in surprise. “July 26?!” she yelped. “You mean this is all a…?!” Lisa and Richard opened the door as Moe, Larry, and Curly, in chef’s attire, wheeled in a large cake with 25 candles on it! Moe and Larry played a fanfare on imaginary trumpets, then all three started singing.

We baked you a birthday cake!” began Moe.

If you get a tummy ache,” continued Larry.

And you moan and groan and woe,” supplied Curly.

Don’t forget, we told you so!” finished the Stooges all together.

“Happy Birthday, Megumi Hishikawa!” cheered Richard.

“Oh, thank you!” called Megumi. “Thank you all! I…wait, you three baked this?”

“I oversaw the whole thing,” assured Lisa. “It’s a normal chocolate cake.” Megumi released a breath.

“Go on, make a wish!” urged Richard. Megumi shut her eyes as she wished. She then took in a breath and blew out the candles!

“All right!” cheered Lisa. “Now then, Birthday Girl, you pick out your slice.”

“I’ll take a corner,” declared Megumi.

“It’s always the corners or the sides with you, I’ve noticed,” mused Richard.

“They have the right balance of frosting and cake,” replied Megumi. Everyone got their slices as the dessert table was rolled out. As everyone already had the healthy stuff, it was time for the sweets, suitable for all diets. The Stooges had changed into formal suits and joined the guests. Curly managed to sneak a whole pie off the dessert table and went to a corner to eat it all. Moe saw the whole thing and grabbed Curly’s collar.

“You featherbrained imbecile!” he hissed. “You wanna get us thrown out?! Gimme that pie!” He took the pie and shoved Curly away. Curly barked in protest. “GO ON!” shouted Moe as he shoved Curly harder. Curly left and Moe looked for a decent hiding place for the pie.

“I tell you; they’ve cleaned up nicely since Curly won the 1,897th 3V2R,” remarked Amartonadii’s voice.

“Well, I simply MUST speak with them,” answered Sira’s voice. Moe flung the pie up to the ceiling and it stuck itself there. Moe looked up in horror. “Oh, there’s one of them now,” called Sira’s voice. “Excuse me, My Lady.” Sira then approached Moe. “Young Man, do tell me about yourself!”

“Well, you see…how it…er…well, that is…” stammered Moe as he glanced at the ceiling again and noticed the pie losing its grip. “If you’ll pardon me!” He tried to leave, but Sira wouldn’t hear of it.

“If you don’t tell me all about this metamorphosis,” she pleaded, “I shall always feel that I’ve missed something!” Moe glanced upward again as the pie slowly descended.

“Lady, if you don’t leave right now,” warned Moe, “you’re not gonna miss ANYTHING!” He tried to get away again, but Sira pulled him back.

“Young man, what’s wrong?” she asked. “You act as though the Sword of Damocles is hanging over your head!” Moe looked up one last time as the pie was just hanging by a thread of its contents.

“Lady, you must be psychic!” he yelped as he got away.

“I wonder what’s wrong with that young man?” Sira pondered to herself as she looked up. The pie fell from the ceiling and landed right on her face! She wiped some of the goop off of her face and flung it away. Unbeknownst to Curly, it was flying at him! He was busy talking to Amartonadii.

“And there we were,” he recalled. “In mud, up to here.” He bent over to put his hand level to his knee. Just as he ducked down, the goop that Sira wiped off of her face hit Amartonadii. She cried out in disgust. Curly got back up and saw her wiping her face off.

“Who did this?!” she wailed.

“I’ll find out!” declared Curly as he stormed off to find the perpetrator. Meanwhile, Larry was helping himself to a whole pie. Moe then tapped him on the shoulder.

“You gonna eat that by yourself?” he snapped.

“Nah,” answered Larry. “Maybe, if I wait, I’ll get some cream.”

“What kind?” asked Moe.

“Ice,” replied Larry.

“You got it!” snarled Moe as he shoved ice cubes down Larry’s back. Larry screamed as the frigid cubes chilled his back almost instantly. He instinctively tossed the pie away in Megumi, Richard, and Lisa’s direction.

“Drink, Your Majesties?” asked Lisa. The pie then hit Lisa in the face. Richard and Megumi looked behind to see Larry dancing to get the ice cubes out.

“Oh, monkey with us, huh?!” hissed Richard. War approached Larry and Moe.

“Stop it!” she demanded. “Stop it this instant! You disgraceful vagabonds!” Moe responded by pie-ing her! “…So, you want to play rough, do you?! Well then!” she grabbed a pie and reeled back for a throw!

“Wait a minute!” begged Moe as he ducked when War threw. The pie hit Arsha’s face.

“…So, that’s the game!” she declared as she fired off a pie shot at War. Unfortunately, Prowl’s holo-form was trying to step between the two and took the shot. Optimus saw the shot!

“Oh, mutiny, eh?!” called Optimus. His holo-form took a pie and flung it at Arsha. She took the hit, then moved her hairpiece to her waist.

“All hands to battle stations!” she announced, prompting her crew to rally to her.

“Form up!” called Megumi as her friends armed themselves with pies, minus Lisa.

“Autobots, attack!” ordered Optimus as the Autobots and their Mobian and human allies readied themselves. Soon, the Great Pie War began! Pies were flying through the air at an incredible rate!

“THIS MUST CEASE!” demanded Lisa. She was then pied by Ironhide. “…Well then!” she declared as she armed herself and joined Megumi’s side. Perceptor flung a pie at Moe’s face.

“Hey, fellas!” called Moe as he took off his suspenders and put them between his feet like a slingshot. Curly loaded a pie into the slingshot and Larry surveyed the field.

“Elevation: two meters,” he relayed. “Range: two and a half meters. Ready, aim, FIRE!” Moe released his end and the pie sailed through the air. It hit Gorfanth right in the face. “That was a shot, boy!” cheered Larry. As the battle wore on, all factions were getting tired. Soon, they all exhausted themselves of ammunition and surveyed the mess the hangar had become. Megumi stared in silence for a minute, then began chuckling, then giggling, then she was laughing!

“BEST! BIRTHDAY! EVER!” she cheered. Everyone else joined in the laughter as Megumi let herself fall backwards onto the goopy mess that covered the floor.

“Happy Birthday, sweetheart,” bid Richard. He and Megumi then kissed.

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Trinity Soul: Ch 69

A day after the battle of Chizara, Blancalmarem and Nemengra began their usual broadcast. “I am Blancalmarem, the white princess of Chizara and the life leader,” began Blancalmarem.

“I am Nemengra, the black princess of Chizara and the death leader,” finished Nemengra.

“And this time, Vortech is well and truly DEAD!” continued Blancalmarem.

“Our state of emergency is over!” cheered Nemengra.

“We will all be returning to Chizara for the, thankfully, minor amount of clean-up,” proclaimed Blancalmarem.

“However, we AREN’T finishing the 3V2R just yet,” interjected Nemengra.

“After the battle of Chizara,” explained Blancalmarem, “we’re giving everyone a year relative to your universe’s time-scale to recuperate and reconnect.”

“This was the most stressful time for the multiverse,” continued Nemengra, “and we all need to recover from it.”

“We thank you all for your patience,” bid Blancalmarem.

“We’ll see you all in a year!” finished Nemengra. The broadcast ended and Megumi and Richard switched the t.v. off.

“Well, that was nice of them,” mused Richard. “So, a Chizaran year is…?”

“…I’m not sure what a Chizaran year is to us,” remarked Megumi. “Computer, how long is a year in Universe 1-A?”

“2 years for our universe,” replied the computer.

“And for our friends?” asked Richard.

“Ten days for Arsha’s home,” answered the computer, “five years for Optimus’ home.”

“We might as well invite them here to relax,” suggested Richard.

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind,” agreed Megumi. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“I wonder who that is?” muttered Richard as he went to answer the door. He opened it to reveal Haruna with a package in her hands.

“Delivery for Mr. Saunders?” she chuckled.

“Oh…yeah…” mumbled Richard as he remembered the bet. He let Haruna in and opened the package to reveal a replica of Megumi’s dress in his measurements and colored green. It even came with the hairpiece.

“All right, let’s see how it looks!” chuckled Megumi. She and Richard took the dress into their room and shut the door. Richard stripped to his underpants, then Megumi helped him into the dress. First came the skirts, then the bodice, then the hairpiece. “Now, give me a twirl,” she directed. Richard did so and Megumi looked him over as he twirled. “…You know, it actually looks good on you.”

“It feels comfy,” conceded Richard. “Wait, is the bodice moving with me?”

“That’s how us girls get enough air,” replied Megumi. “Now, come on, Mom needs to see this.” She and Richard returned to the living room and Haruna smiled.

“Now that IS a good look for you,” she praised.

“You know, this actually airs out my legs better than my pants did,” remarked Richard. “Given the body differences between the two, I’m surprised it’s women that wear skirts instead of men.”

“The Scots had it right,” chuckled Haruna.

“Okaa-san, Richard,” interjected Megumi, “the Scots used it as a cloth multitool.” Haruna and Richard looked at Megumi with a look of disbelief. “…I’m not joking! Ask Liam and Death! They can confirm it!”

“Speaking of certain Anthropomorphic Personifications,” Richard recalled, “did anyone hear from War?”

“No,” sighed Megumi. “I hope she’s okay.”

“I haven’t heard anything from her either,” muttered Haruna. “It’s Founding Day tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“It is,” replied Megumi. “I hope she gets here in time.”

War was still onboard the Ruthless, contemplating the events leading to Vortech’s return. All she did was give the necessary orders to Skyfall, Quake Hammer, and X-PO. Speaking of, Quake Hammer had a report to give to War. He met X-PO in the halls. “Hey!” called X-PO. “Been trying to get you for a while! War gave me the order that she’s not seeing anyone. Any reports you got need to be handed to me.”

“Well, here’s one such report,” muttered Quake Hammer as he presented a data-pad to X-PO.

“…Wow, fascinating,” sighed X-PO. “30 particles of space dust per cubic meter, 27 ultraviolet radiation spikes, and a class 1 comet. Well now, we’re certainly having fun, aren’t we?”

“X-PO, why is War just taking us all over reality?” asked Quake Hammer.

“Let’s just say recent events,” replied X-PO, “left War feeling a little directionless. She feels like she needs to find ‘something’ out here and needs a crew to help her find it. So, with our experience on this ship, we’re the most likely candidates.”

“Well, I wish she told us!” snapped Quake Hammer.

War sat in her ready room, just staring off into space. Listlessness had taken hold of her spirit. Then…it happened! “Waaaaaar,” called a voice. War’s senses were heightened at hearing that. “Waaaaaar,” repeated the voice.

“Hello?” quizzed War.

“Waaaaaar!” the voice answered back as its source shimmered into view. It was a heavyset man in a blue shirt and unbuttoned brown jacket, brown pants, a brown tie, a silk scarf, angled glasses, a brown hat, chains, and a flintlock pistol in a holster. “Waaaaaar, it is I, Jacob…” War immediately got him into a headlock.

“WHO ARE YOU?!” she bellowed.

“Friggin’ hey, lady!” gasped the intruder. “I’m Jacob Marley!”

“A load of nonsense!” roared War. “Jacob Marley’s a Victorian Ghost and his chains were made of metal, not whatever lightweight material YOURS are made of! Besides, he’s cold to the touch!”

“There’s more than one of us, you idiot!” gagged the man. “It’s not like Santa where we visit every jerk in one day!” War then shoved the man away, then got a good look at him.

“Wait, aren’t you that Linkara guy?” she asked as the man recovered.

“That’s me,” confirmed the man, “the host of Atop the Fourth Wall, where bad comics burn. Right now, some lady in yellow-green told me to snap you out of whatever mood you’re in.” He took his chains off and let them fall to the floor.

“But you have your own show,” remarked War.

“I know,” grumbled Linkara, “but it doesn’t always produce a lot of money. I took the ‘Jacob Marley’ thing to help pay the rent.”

“Look, I have a million problems right now,” grunted War, “and holidays aren’t one of them.”

“Oh, we deal with a wide variety of people who need a good swift kick in the pants,” replied Linkara, “and your name was high on the list.”

“Well, I doubt you or your crew can help me,” remarked War.

“You’re worried about your friend, Megumi, right?” guessed Linkara.

“Okay, one, the stress is on the FIRST syllable, not the second!” snapped War. “Second, what could YOU know of her?!”

“Well, Vyce DID have some files on when he tried to stop Vortech, failing miserably in the process,” answered Linkara. “He got ticked when he heard who actually beat him when he possessed my ship.”

“…Story of my life,” snarked War.

“The thing is, you need to trust her more,” offered Linkara.

“I trust her just fine,” argued War, “I just don’t trust myself around her.”

“Then I think I know who in my crew’s gonna be Christmas Past for this one,” chuckled Linkara.

“No! I’m not suffering your ‘three spirits’!” snapped War.

“Don’t have much say about it, lady!” called Linkara. “Nimue, beam me back and send in Harvey!”

“Confirmed,” replied an emotionless woman’s voice. Linkara faded away as a lounge singer appeared. He looked a lot like Linkara.

“Harvey Finevoice, Ghost of Christmas Past, at your service, babe,” he greeted, his Brooklyn accent coming on strong.

“Why are YOU the past?” asked War.

“Dunno, depends on your story,” replied Harvey as he took a drag out of his cigarette. “What was life like before you met Megumi?”

“…That actually starts a few centuries back,” revealed War as the scene faded to a war-torn landscape with Vortonian bodies littering the ground. “Vortech was in the midst of slaughtering his people.”

“Okay, gruesome,” winced Harvey. “Where were you when Vortech was taking his red-water bath?”

“I was outside a cemetery, never actually going in closer to see one of my daughters,” explained War.

“…You and I have more in common than the kid thought,” sighed Harvey. “How old was she?”

“Too young,” mumbled War. “Her father left me after she died and I don’t blame him. Our child was gone and I was a wreck. After he had finished exterminating his people, Vortech approached me and requested me to make a sword for him. He claimed that he could bring back the dead and give a perfect life when he got a hold of the Foundation Elements. Bringing the dead back? You bet I was going to accept. He gave me the skin from his face to work with and I created the Foundation Saber with it. I hid my true intentions from my fellow Horsemen until Megumi and her friends started the Vortech Wars. I was snapped out of Vortech’s hold and joined Megumi’s side. …Things became a lot simpler with Ichi.”

“…Ichi?” asked Harvey.

“…M-Megumi, I said Megumi,” grunted War.

“War, where do you think you are right now?” quizzed Harvey.

“I’m watching my past in HD with a guy who acts like he popped out of Guys and Dolls!” snapped War.

“No, that ain’t it at all!” argued Harvey. “Well, my time is done. I think a realist will help you keep your head in the present. Nims, send Blue Boy down. I’m done here.”

“Confirmed,” replied Nimue.

“No, not putting up with this now!” growled War as she stormed onto the bridge.

“There you are!” called X-PO. “The Daedalus is alongside our starboard bow! We’re ready to…!”

“Just get us out of here!” snapped War. “I’m in no mood for Linkara’s shenanigans!”

“But…!” spluttered Quake Hammer.

“It’s not Vyce’s ship anymore!” interjected War. “It’s Linkara’s! He calls it Comicron-1 now.!

“Er, guys,” gulped Skyfall, “bright light incoming!” The light engulfed the ship and blinded everyone onboard. When everyone regained their vision, they noticed they weren’t on the Ruthless any more.

“What in the…?” spluttered X-PO.

“Just a little something the Chizarans helped us cook up,” explained a British voice. Everyone yelped to see an armless blue robot with a hover-skirt and a beak with a single red visor for his eyes. “I beg your pardon,” apologized the robot, “did I startle you?”

“No, we just like yelping in surprise all the time!” snapped War.

“I do apologize,” bid the robot.

“So, the armless Pollo is my Ghost of Christmas Present?” muttered War.

“Yeah, sure, attack me at my weak points, why don’t you?!” snarled the robot, Pollo.

“Look, I’m in no mood for all this, so take a hike!” growled War.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think we should at least see this,” mused Pollo. “Besides, I’m not the one who brought you here.”

“What are you…?” quizzed Skyfall.

“VECTOR PRIME’S RUSTY CROTCH!” shouted a voice. As everyone yelped, they realized that Optimus, Swalmu, Blackarachnia, and Richard were playing a game and Blackarachnia was about ready to toss the controller in rage. “WHAT IS ALL OF THIS?! RED PLANT! GREEN PLANT! YELLOW PLANT! BLUE PLANT! WHAT IS THIS?! I HATE THIS GAME! I HATE IT SO MUCH!” After her rant, she flopped to the couch and panted heavily. Just then, Megumi walked in.

“Is…er…is everything okay?” she asked.

“I can’t do it…” whimpered Blackarachnia.

“Yes, you can,” assured Megumi.

“Megumi, NO ONE can do it,” argued Richard. “Believe me, we all had our ragey moments.”

“It IS possible!” urged Megumi. “I believe in you!”

“….Right then,” declared Blackarachnia as she picked up the controller once more. “This is the Megumi shot!” She pressed a button on the controller…the WRONG one! “NO! I HIT END! I HIT END! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FRAAAAAAAAAAACK! FRACK EVERYTHING! STUPID GAME CAN GO SUCK MY DAD’S Y-INTERFACE! YOU PIECE OF SLAGGING GARBAGE! I’LL FRACKING THROW YOU ALL INTO THE FIERY PIT!”

“Maybe I made a bad choice with this one,” mused Megumi.

“Sheesh, my girl sure knows how to pick them,” muttered War.

“…YOUR girl?” asked Pollo.

“…THE girl,” replied War.

“War, where do you think you are right now?” quizzed Pollo. War arched her eyebrow at the question before everyone was blinded by white light again and arrived at a graveyard. War looked around and saw someone in a black cowl.

“Oh, so it was YOU, huh?” snarled War. “Taking on that ridiculous black-robed skeleton look again, are we, Death? I have to say, I’m tired of all the cryptic garbage you and the Comicron-1 crew are putting me through! Either you drop the mute act or we find out if you can really handle a beating!” The figure did nothing, then unclasped the cowl to reveal a woman with a mix of Irish-American and Japanese descent. She wore a pink schoolgirl uniform with a normal amount of petticoats, significantly less than the amount After Academy uses. “…Wait, aren’t you one of Megumi’s future twins?” asked War.

“Kaitlyn Hishikawa, at your service!” greeted the woman.

“Why the pink uniform?” quizzed Quake Hammer.

“I’ve got Dual Enrollment at After Academy and Chizara University,” explained Kaitlyn.

“…The color clashes with your hair,” remarked Skyfall.

“Oh, shut up!” snapped Kaitlyn.

“What are you doing here?” inquired X-PO.

“I’m just here to help out the timeline,” replied Kaitlyn.

“How so?” asked War.

“Well, helping out a woman that’s gonna be one of my godparents seems like a good start,” mused Kaitlyn.

“Me? A godmother?” scoffed War. “Megumi’s gonna make the wrong choice.”

“Considering your future and my past, I don’t think so,” argued Kaitlyn. She pointed to one of the graves. “What’s that over there?” She indicated a gravestone.

“…Oh no, it’s someone’s gravestone!” snarked War. “This whole thing was a waste of time! First, a fat comic book nerd from Minnesota tells me I’m going on a journey to get my act together! Then, his lounge singer friend shows me the past, something that I’ve always remembered! Next was the blue tin can who showed me the present! Wow, it’s like I already LIVE in it, you twit! Now, we have you, the future! And what is the future?! …Mortals die. Of course they die! Even us immortals have a life-span! The instant the multiverse collapses and all life dies, SO DO WE! …We all die and leave when we shouldn’t. So what’s the point of showing me this?”

“War, where do you think you are right now?” quizzed Kaitlyn. War arched an eyebrow, then followed her future goddaughter’s finger to the gravestone. She got a better look at the name and went still. X-PO, Quake Hammer, and Skyfall got a look and realized what was going on.

“‘Here lies Ichika, daughter of Akira and War’,” Quake Hammer read aloud.

“I don’t want to be here!” begged War.

“But you’re always here!” answered Kaitlyn. “I didn’t bring us here, YOU did.”

“You have no goddamn idea what losing a child is like!” sobbed War. “Would Megumi say goodbye?! Would she?! Would it even be possible when there’s someone out there like the one you lost?!”

“Okaa-san ISN’T your daughter,” countered Kaitlyn. “You have to accept that. You have to say goodbye to your daughter.”

“How can you ask me that?!” argued War. “When your mother considered disbanding the F.N.S…I thought I was going to go through the feeling of losing Ichika all over again! Can you even imagine that?! …When Megumi and I fought over my methods, I was so mad! I was so mad that she left me again!”

“War, Okaa-san is NOT who you want her to be,” urged Kaitlyn. “She’s never going to be that. You have to let Ichika go.”

“When do you let this stuff go?” sniffed War. “When are you supposed to even START moving on?!”

“What better time than now?” asked Kaitlyn. “War, this is where you are right now. Where do you WANT to be? Where do you NEED to be?” No one said a word.

“…Ichika,” began X-PO, “I would have loved to have met you.”

“As would I,” agreed Skyfall.

“And I,” confirmed Quake Hammer.

“…She was a warrior of great honor,” sighed War. “…Goodbye, Ichika. Goodbye…thank you for being part of my life.” She and her crew got up, then stood in silence, their eyes shut. They opened their eyes after a minute, then noticed the scene had changed.

“The bridge?” asked X-PO.

“No, this is an actual office,” remarked Skyfall. “There aren’t any lights or force-fields to indicate holograms.”

“I don’t care if Founding Day’s tomorrow!” called a voice. “You’ve had enough extensions! You’re getting an F, end of conversation!”

“A bit harsh, don’t you think?” asked another voice.

“Well, that’s just how things…” Michael and Megumi then entered the office and goggled at the new people. “Good God Almighty!” breathed Michael.

“WAR!” cheered Megumi. “Wh…When did you get back?!”

“I…I just got here,” stammered War.

“Well, what on earth are you doing just standing around for?!” called Michael. “Tomorrow’s Founding Day! It’s a time to be joyful and merry and spend time with the family and all that rot!”

“Come on!” urged Megumi. “We’ve got a party going on at Castle Nerd Skull! Let’s go!” She and Michael ran out of the office, leaving a very bewildered Ruthless crew behind.

“…Yeah, family,” sighed War happily. Then, she remembered. “Wait a minute! My ship is still adrift in some random universe!” she shouted.

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Trinity Soul: Ch 68

Caan stood on the Tiger’s bridge, staring at the viewscreen, watching the progress of the portal. It was already half of Chizara’s size. Another half-hour and it would be twice the size of the planet, big enough to engulf it. Caan twitched as if he was in his old Dalek state. Just then, the alarm sounded. “Report!” he barked.

“Intruder has appeared in Main Engineering, just outside the door to the backup bridge,” replied the computer.

“Can you identify it?” asked Caan.

“Outline resembles Optimus Prime,” reported the computer, “but the color of his optical sensors does not match visual records.”

“Display,” ordered Caan. The screen switched to a view of Main Engineering with Optimus walking around. His optics blazed white instead of blue. “I see what’s going on,” chuckled Caan. “Patch me through to the intruder.” The intruder then got a good look at a screen near him. “I was right, you ARE still alive.”

“Ah, yes, the clairvoyant squid,” chuckled the intruder. While it had Optimus’ image, it spoke in Vortech’s voice.

“I must admit,” chuckled Caan, “I did not expect you to pick the Cybertronian to possess.”

“Well, with Megumi and Arsha dead, my options were limited,” explained the intruder.

“It doesn’t matter,” declared Caan. “Your end is near.”

“Is it, now?” purred the intruder.

“The portal will continue to expand,” boasted Caan. “When even the satellites are engulfed, I will augment this ship to continue the portal’s growth. This universe will be consumed if it means stopping you!”

“And what’s to stop me from leaving?” asked the intruder.

“…What?” hissed Caan.

“I can enter one of the abandoned ships,” explained the intruder. “War made them with interdimensional engines. I could leave for another reality and take it over as I wish. Why not? This world is clearly doomed!” Caan realized the error of his boasting and fear gripped his heart. “Tiny tin squid with a tiny tin brain! Davros must be so proud of you!” The intruder cackled in victory. “But, I AM magnanimous in victory! I know you Daleks want life to fall at your hands, so I will let you face me for a final battle! You’d best be prepared! I await you in Main Engineering!” The call ended.

“Computer, activate Rift Blockers!” ordered Caan. “I am NOT letting him get away like this!”

“Rift Blockers online,” reported the computer. Caan then found a spare gunstick and took it with him to Main Engineering. He found the intruder and fired on him, turning him into a photonegative briefly and knocking him to the floor. He then entered the backup bridge and programmed a course into it.

“Say goodbye, demon!” hissed Caan. The Tiger flew towards the portal!

“So insignificant!” taunted the intruder as he pulled himself towards the door to the backup bridge. “So quick to assume!”

“Silence!” barked Caan as he shot the intruder again. He went back to programming something into the helm console.

“You think you have won,” grunted the intruder. “I am taking this ship over! With Optimus’ technical expertise as a part of me, I can command this vessel to go anywhere I want!”

“Optimus never encountered MY programming skills,” boasted Caan. He finished keying in a command and the thrusters on the outside of the ship exploded. The Tiger was running on inertia now. “Every time you try to repair the thrusters, I will keep overloading them and keep locking the controls! You will remain here and watch as I, Caan, finally end you!” He got a reading on the helm console. “Ah, we’re approaching the portal’s gravity well right on schedule. I will lower the Rift Blockers long enough for me to escape, but they will switch back on when I am gone. The end of this game is in MY favor! Checkmate, Lord Vortech!”

“Oh, Caan, you are so slow on the uptake!” laughed the intruder. Just then, Caan noticed the optics’ lights slowly turn blue. As the intruder spoke, the voice changed into Optimus’ voice. “We’re not playing chess, we’re playing YuGiOh!” The intruder then turned into a Transformer-sized Megumi!

“And you just activated a trap card!” the intruder laughed in Megumi’s voice.

“What the?!” spluttered Caan. The intruder raised a hand and pointed to it as it shimmered and faded to reveal a metal endoskeleton! “A mobile solid-light generator?!”

“It’s called a Holo-droid!” cheered the intruder as it reconstituted the arm. “Right now, Arsha, Optimus, and I are speaking through it!”

“WHERE IS VORTECH?!” demanded Caan. The Holo-droid turned into a Transformer-sized Arsha as she took control.

“Definitely dead this time!” she answered.

“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!” argued Caan. The Holo-droid turned into Optimus as he spoke.

“Maybe we don’t,” conceded Optimus. “But, we’re pretty sure this time and we are NOT going to let you hurt anyone else because your inherent arrogance forbids you to accept that!” Caan dashed into the backup bridge and tried to work the helm.

“I have to…I have to turn this ship around! I have to…to find him!” he gasped as he worked. “I must…! I overloaded the thrusters! I locked the Rift Blockers! …I can’t control the ship!” He then returned to Main Engineering, dropped to his knees, and pleaded to the Holo-droid as it assumed Megumi’s shape. “SAVE ME! WE MUST RESUME THE HUNT! VORTECH WILL ONLY ANNIHILATE UNIVERSES UNLESS WE STOP HIM!”

“Indeed,” replied Megumi through the Holo-droid. “That’s why we’re getting rid of every chunk of him.” The Holo-droid opened its fists to reveal a feminine arm and a sword, both looking like they were made of Vortech’s skin, Igura’s Vortonian arm and the Foundation Saber. The Holo-droid let the objects fall to the floor. Just before the Foundation Saber hit the floor, however, a man’s hand grabbed the sword’s handle and swung the blade right into and through Caan’s neck, chopping his head off! As the head and body fell to the floor, the Holo-droid gasped as it relayed who the mystery man was. “HIRO?!” yelped Megumi.

“That was for my wife, you son of a b***h!” hissed Hiro.

“How did you…?!” spluttered Megumi.

“I activated a rift onto here as you opened one for the Holo-droid,” explained Hiro. He then keyed in a command on an Engineering Console. “I’ve activated a tractor beam disseminator,” he revealed. “This ship needs to get into the portal and nothing will stop it. With the Rift Blockers locked in place and shields up, I’m not going back.”

“Hiro, you’ve turned the Tiger into your tomb!” protested Megumi. “Let us help you! Let us save you!”

“I have nothing left now,” replied Hiro. “Caan exterminated the last remnants of Shocker Rift. My wife and unborn child are dead. All of the universes under my control are now free. Ambassador Hell would only execute me if I returned home. No, I’m dying on my own terms.” He ran out of Main Engineering. With the door being too small, the Holo-droid couldn’t pursue. All Megumi could do was uselessly call out for Hiro. Hiro arrived on the bridge and looked directly at the portal. “I have done enough in this life without you, my sweet eagle,” he declared to Igura’s spirit, wherever it was. “Don’t worry, wherever you are, either Heaven or Hell, I shall be with you again. Just hold on, your husband will be with you very soon.” He then morphed into Tora-Otoko and thrust his fists into the air. “Shocker gundan…BANZAI!” (Long live the Shocker Army!) The Tiger then entered the portal.

On the Virginia, Megumi stumbled backwards into the Captain’s Chair in sheer shock. “He just…he couldn’t…I wasn’t…he’s gone…” She then felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Richard’s hand and he looked at her in sympathy. She glanced up, then stood up and hugged him tightly. They stayed that way for a good few seconds, not caring that people were staring at them.

“Er, dudes,” called Soundwave from the Nemesis, “I hate to sound like a total downer, but…what about the portal?!”

“Watch,” directed Lacey. Everyone turned to their viewscreens to see the portal getting smaller! It shrank and shrank and shrank over thirty seconds before disappearing entirely. “Remember, Vortech gave up pieces of himself to make a weapon and to give Igura access to it. I guess the portal thought those pieces were enough for it to close.”

“…So, that’s it?” asked Optimus. “The end of Caan and Lord Vortech?” Megumi broke off her embrace with Richard, silently assuring him that she was all right.

“And of Shocker Rift,” she declared. “May Adachi Hiro find his wife, wherever she may be. Now, as for you two, Megatron and Dr. Borg…”

“Rosadera, could we avail upon you to send us home?” asked Megatron.

“We both need to rebuild,” explained Dr. Borg.

“Of course,” replied Rosadera.

“Before you do send us home,” interjected Megatron, “Prime, we haven’t finished our little quarrel yet!”

“You really still want to fight me after what we just went through?!” protested Optimus.

“Dr. Borg,” pleaded Arsha, “PLEASE tell me you’re dropping your plans to control the Realms!”

“I have no intention to do so,” replied Dr. Borg. “I’m just focusing my conquest on the sub-dimensions that make up our universe. Oh, Megatron, I must tell you this, I found Shockwave’s plans to dissect me and use me for her experiments!”

“Well, I can’t say as I’M pleased with you wanting to dissect us!” snarled Megatron. “So we are agreed, our alliance is terminated! Let me warn you; if I catch you in my universe…!”

“The feeling’s mutual!” growled Dr. Borg.

“Then, goodbye, FOREVER!” declared Megatron. “Chizarans, you may send us back!”

“As you wish,” chuckled Rosadera. She snapped her fingers and the Nemesis and Scorpion vanished in pink light.

“Er, you DO realize they had dimensional tech with them, yes?” quizzed Megumi.

“Oh, you mean the dimensional tech we swiped from them as they were talking?” giggled Rosadera.

“Well, with that loose end tied up,” sighed Optimus in relief, “I still have one to tie up with Skyfall. I…I owe her the biggest apology of my life.”

“There’ll be time for tying up loose ends when we all gather at After Academy,” called Death. “The student body and staff heard about our victory and they’ve set up a party in our honor! All of us are invited, including the former participants of this 3V2R and our lovely judges!”

“I’ll be glad to attend!” declared Alfalna.

“Us Martians love a good party!” cheered Elizabeth. “Count me in!”

“I shall definitely be attending!” accepted Ultragingana.

“And we would be honored to accept,” finished Rosadera. “I would love to see After Academy!”

“Before we go,” interjected War, “I’m going to retake my flagship. X-PO, do you mind being at the helm again?”

“Don’t mind at all,” replied X-PO.

“Skyfall and Quake Hammer will also assist you,” offered Optimus.

“Thank you,” mumbled War. She beamed over and found her old crewmates already at their stations. The fleet then set a course for After Academy and entered the rift.

“I have to say,” muttered Mickey, “I feel bad for Caan. I got to know him over the last few years. He was just trying to do what he thought was right.”

“What he thought was right,” argued Richard, “was conquering, killing, and being a racist cigarette butt smashed into the face of reality! Good riddance to him, I say!”

“As do I,” agreed Megumi. “Now that Hell’s existence has been confirmed, I think it’s safe to say that he’s rotting there!”

“So, for that,” declared Richard, “you’ll forgive me if I say this calls for celebration! Drinks are on me, everyone!” Everyone cheered at the idea of someone buying them drinks.

The party was in full swing! The heroes of the multiverse were cheered to the echo when they arrived! The Mayor of Beyond City gave a moving speech, praising the F.N.S. and their allies, both new and old. He left himself out of the speech, being a more humble politician, and draped medals around their necks. Although, he stopped when he noticed someone missing. “Er, where’s War?” he asked.

“War?” called someone from the crowd. “I saw her sitting by herself at the fountain.”

“Excuse me,” bid Megumi as she headed off to the fountain. War was just sitting on the edge of it, staring off into space and uncharacteristically slumped over. “There you are!” called Megumi. War turned her head to see Megumi, then returned to the spot on the horizon she was staring at. “War, what are you sitting here for? The Mayor’s honoring us! He’s got a medal for you! We’ve won! After all of that, we’re performing a new ceremony; a reinstatement ceremony! We’re welcoming you and Mickey back!” War didn’t respond. “…War? …War, are you okay?”

“No,” replied War. “No, I’m not okay. Your future said that Vortech was manipulating us to turn against each other while he slept inside you, Optimus, and Arsha. I’m afraid I don’t see the relevance of his manipulation. My anger at you for not siding with me, my terrible decisions, that was all me. I was the one that did what I did, Vortech be damned. was that angry with you about keeping Megatron, Hiro, and Dr. Borg from me. …I was ready to cut you down.”

“But you didn’t,” countered Megumi. “That’s what’s important.”

“No, the fact that I was even okay with WILLING to is what’s important,” sighed War. “Megumi, I…I can’t accept reinstatement into the F.N.S. right now. I need to get away from all this for a bit. I need some time to think. I’m taking a sabbatical while Michael fills in for me.”

“Will you be home in time for Founding Day?” asked Megumi, saddened at War’s decision, but understanding why.

“We’ll see,” sighed War as she got up.

“War,” called Megumi, “for what it’s worth, I’m sorry for kicking you out like that. Before we even heard about Vorton, I swore that I would take all factors into consideration before kicking someone out. …I didn’t do that with you and I’m sorry.”

“…I’m sorry too,” mumbled War. “I always thought of myself as someone who always heeds her friends. …I didn’t and I deserved to be kicked out like that.” She then took out a communicator. “Ruthless, this is War. One to beam up.” She vanished in a teleport beam, leaving Megumi to sigh and wish her friend luck silently. She returned to the stand and explained what was going on.

“I just got the letter saying I was taking over for War for the foreseeable future,” revealed Michael. “I’ll just put the medal in her office.”

“I’m sure she’d like that,” agreed the Mayor.

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Trinity Soul: Ch 67

“…What?” asked Megumi as she still controlled Vortex: Trinity Soul.

“After I had killed my people,” explained Vortech, “the Chizarans asked me what the reward would be for seeking Eternity…but I still haven’t found it! What is this hopelessness?! I see all of reality before me…and it is useless! Does this mean I have dragged myself through the rift…for NOTHING?! Why do I not know what my reward will be?! Am I…insignificant?! The mere question is…is…sickening! …I have been in one place for too long! I…I cannot…! I am…tiny! I am…incomplete! I cannot…process this without…without…! They can’t help me now! The Vortonians cannot give me what I seek anymore! I am…I am…I am…unimportant! No, not true! …It’s true, though. Nothing matters! Nothing I do matters! The multiverse doesn’t care if I turn it into one universe or not! It…it simply IS!” He then grabbed Vortex: Trinity Soul by the shoulders with fear and pleading in his eyes. “I need existence! I need reason! GIVE ME LIFE! GIVE ME FUNCTION! I…I CANNOT…!” He then released Vortex: Trinity Soul and stumbled to the portal generator ground controls. “…I fear!” he gasped. “I…I can’t process this! I am MORE than this…but I am tiny! …Nothing I do matters! Tell me! I beg you! Tell me how I can exist! How I can live!”

“So THAT’S what you’re afraid of,” mused Arsha as she took control of Vortex: Trinity Soul. “…Honestly, it’s the same thing I’m afraid of. One day, we expire and that’s it. Not even rank will make people really remember you. Nothing we do matters before we die. …But it does.”

“She’s right,” agreed Optimus as he took control. “There’s always something new. There’s always something to test you and make you better. Maybe…maybe you could turn human? Abandon the quest for a bit and live out…”

“NO!” roared Vortech as he slammed his fist to the ground and made an energy shockwave, knocking everyone back. “I know your experiences! I know your existence! I have been part of you for three of Megumi’s years! I have seen your ups and downs! I KNOW how life works! I have seen all of your battles! YOU ARE SMALL! I AM…!”

“Tiny,” replied Vortex: Trinity Soul as all three of her components released their hold. “You said so yourself.”

“You are but dust!” snarled Vortech. “I am the fiery core of a planet! I am the rocks that destroy a town! I am the seas that flood the lands! I am the wind that rips buildings out of the ground! Don’t even dare to THINK that your existence compares to mine!” He then swung wildly with his staff and tried to land a hit on Vortex: Trinity Soul. She didn’t permit herself to be struck down. She leapt up into the air and pressed the button on the Transcendant.

“Triple Final attack!” it announced.

“RIDER TRINITY KICK!” she declared. She flew through the air, foot first, and struck Vortech down. Vortech was gasping for breath before an explosion engulfed him. When the flames died down, Vortech was on his knees as Vortex: Trinity Soul removed the Transcendant and split into Megumi, Optimus, and Arsha.

“I am the fiery core of a planet!” whispered Vortech as he curled into a fetal position. “I am the rocks that destroy a town! I am the seas that flood the lands! I am the wind that rips buildings out of the ground! …But what is the fiery core of a planet to Eternity but a smoldering ember in a firepit long doused? What are the rocks that destroy a town but grains of sand on Eternity’s beach? What are the seas that flood the lands but a glass of water to hydrate Eternity? What is the wind that rips buildings out of the ground to Eternity but a breeze generated by a fan? There is nothing that lasts within Eternity. …I am afraid. …I…I cannot bear this confusion any longer! I am…I am alone.” Blue mist then came from Vortech’s skin. “I am…irrelevant.” By then, Vortech was no longer clutching himself tightly. “There is no reward for seizing Eternity, is there? Mortals know this and still continue to live.”

“…No, there isn’t a reward for seizing Eternity,” replied Megumi.

“I have only the same questions since I began my crusade,” sighed Vortech. “Now…now I am falling apart.” He gestured to the blue mist coming from his body. “For some reason, I feel no pain. I always thought death was painful. I guess it depends on how one dies.” Speaking of which, Death arrived with her scythe. Vortech looked up, the white lights making up his eyes fading and revealing brown eyes, HUMAN eyes. “…It’s getting dark now,” he muttered. “The game is over; the players depart from the table. I am alone. …I am afraid.”

“Don’t be afraid,” soothed Megumi as she, Arsha, and Optimus knelt by Vortech. “We’re here with you.”

“…Death, will you permit me to ask my last questions?” asked Vortech.

“Very well,” replied Death.

“Everyone, let’s assume, hypothetically, that I won,” pondered Vortech. “I would give you the perfect lives you’ve always wanted. No stigmas. No tragedies. No need to suffer.”

“And we wouldn’t be here talking about it if our lives went exactly as we wanted it,” countered Batman. “Yes, every day I wish that my parents didn’t die. But, while I always miss them, if they didn’t die, I wouldn’t be fighting crime right now. I would be a bratty rich kid with only the name Bruce Wayne as the single identifier. I wouldn’t have made the friends I did; I wouldn’t trust Commissioner Gordon; I wouldn’t constantly reach my hand out to those that needed help. I wouldn’t be Batman.”

“If my life went the way I wanted it,” supplied Gandalf, “I wouldn’t consider the Hobbits as very heroic in their unique fashion. I doubt I would even be in Middle-Earth. I would still be a scared Maiar spirit staying in the Undying Lands.”

“I doubt I’d have any drive to join a resistance group if my life went the way I wanted it to,” mused Wyldstyle. “I wouldn’t have met Emmet or fought against Lord Business.”

“I wouldn’t be the one inspiring others to fight against evil if Shocker didn’t make me what I am today,” continued Hongo. “I would just be a nobody who never really learned anything outside of a textbook and spent his days riding his motorcycle.”

“I had five people die under my command,” recalled Arsha. “I always thought it was a Captain’s duty to keep every single crew member alive. My crew told me that was an unhealthy conceit and I saw why. Without having them die, I wouldn’t come face to face with the fact that they knew the risk of death was there as they signed up. They wanted to protect the Realms and they gave their lives to do so. If they didn’t die, I don’t think I would be a good Captain.

“The fact that my brother leads the Decepticons still breaks my Spark,” recounted Optimus. “I also stumbled as Prime as I let my arrogance take hold. Still, I came out stronger and continue to do so. There’s no reason for me to need a different life than the one I’ve got now.”

“I know exactly what would have happened if Hiro acted as a father to me,” mused Megumi. “I wouldn’t be adopted by a more loving family. I wouldn’t have moved to America. I wouldn’t have made many friends. I wouldn’t have met you. I wouldn’t be a student of After Academy. I wouldn’t be married to an American. I’d be a normal Japanese woman, unknowing of her dad’s old home in the Kamen Rider universe.”

“You believe there’s a point to existence, even if that existence is imperfect,” Vortech summed up.

“I’ve always thought so,” replied Megumi.

“What if you’re wrong and there isn’t?” asked Vortech.

“Then I hope that, if I ever DO regain my mortality and die,” answered Megumi, “that I die thinking that I would do it all over again still.”

“…Braver than I am,” sighed Vortech as he shut his eyes. Death swung the scythe and Vortech simply turned into blue mist that faded away.

Up in space, the Vortech Clones fell to the floor and returned to a HumaGear state. They were no longer functional and all weapons-fire stopped as everyone saw Vortech die. Everyone performed sensor sweeps for any lumps of Vortech left behind. “All scans…negative,” sighed Rosadera in relief. The other ships reported the same.

“N…no,” remarked Caan.

“It’s over,” sighed War.

“No,” repeated Caan.

“Well, I don’t know about you,” growled Megatron, “but whatever deal Hiro made with me is no longer worth it. I’ll stick to conquests within my own universe.

“No!” snarled Caan.

“As shall I,” muttered Dr. Borg. “This whole adventure has cost me dearly and I intend to return home and…”

“No, no, NO!” roared Caan. “IT’S A TRICK! VORTECH’S STILL ALIVE!” He opened a rift and arrived on the Tiger’s bridge. He then keyed in a command and beamed everyone on the ship into space. Hiro was rescued, his crew wasn’t so lucky as the ship’s weapons fired on them, then targeted the satellites and fired streams of energy at them.

“Hailing frequencies opened!” called Mikhail on the Virginia.

“Caan, what are you doing?!” demanded War.

“I’ve increased power to the portal generators! There is NO escape for Vortech!” replied Caan.

“Someone get him off that ship! Destroy it if you need to!” called Hiro from the Scorpion’s sick bay. The ships fired on the Tiger, but it proved fruitless. The shields wouldn’t budge.

“He’s adapted to our weapons fire!” reported Megatron. “We can’t stop him!”

“In one hour, the portal will be large enough to swallow the planet!” called Caan. “Vortech will NOT escape this time! This sacrifice will not be made in vain! I will kill Vortech! Behold, the end of this game! The Daleks are supreme! Dalek Caan, the last of the Cult of Skaro, the last Dalek veteran of the Last Great Time War, WINS!”

“Caan! No! Please!” begged Mickey. “Don’t do this! You’re smarter than this!”

“Caan, there’s no need for us to continue the hunt!” called Eggman from the Nemesis.

“You two may act foolish,” replied Caan, “but you are the only two beings I have respect for. You recognized the danger before anyone else and took the appropriate actions to bring us to victory. I am sorry for what I must do to protect reality itself.” He closed the communications channel and stood at the now abandoned helm. “As it was before, so shall it be again. Caan, alone against evil. Let this saucer take me to the edge of infinity if it must; I will end you, Vortech!”

The fleet was still trying to hail Caan or destroy the ship, but nothing was working. “It’s no good!” sighed Mickey. “Nothing’s going to get through to him!”

“He’s right,” sighed Rosadera. “Azuliterii’s trying to circumvent the shields, but it’s going to take the hour needed to bring down the portal!”

“Well, we have to do something!” argued War. “We can’t just…!”

“Er, guys?” asked a voice on a broad transmission. “What’s going on?”

“Prime?!” asked Megatron.

“It’s all of us,” replied Optimus.

“Minna-san, why is the portal getting bigger?” quizzed Megumi. “Vortech’s dead! We need to shut that thing down!”

“It’s Caan!” called Mickey. “He’s completely lost his mind! He thinks Vortech tricked us again and he’s gonna use the portal to swallow Chizara!”

“Because, of COURSE, he would!” rasped Batman.

“Did he even use his clairvoyance to check?” asked Gandalf.

“I don’t think he bothered to!” replied Eggman.

“The portal would have closed itself if Vortech went into it, right?” asked Lacey.

“Right,” answered Azuliterii, “and I’m trying to find a way to shut it down, but Caan’s blocked us out. The longer we wait, the bigger the portal gets, and the less chance we have of getting out of this.”

“I think I have a plan forming,” mused Lacey, “I just need a distraction.” Optimus got an idea.

“Grimlock,” he called, “do you still have my Holo-droid?”

“That’s where the Fear-o-tron came from,” answered Grimlock. “We just heavily modified it.”

“Beam it down,” ordered Optimus. “I need to tinker with it.”

“SERIOUSLY?! RIGHT NOW?!” protested Teletraan. “KID! PRIORITIES!”

“I DO have my priorities, Teletraan,” answered Optimus. “One of those priorities is keeping my skills up! We’ll call back when we’re ready.” The call ended, leaving a lot of people to massage their temples.

“You know,” muttered Tails, “one of these days, he’ll be only halfway through whatever activity he’s got on his mind and we’ll have already saved the world without him!”