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Trinity Soul: Ch 6

The Endeavor and the High Sky had arrived after everyone had exchanged stories. The landing ramps of both ships lowered, although the ramp for the High Sky led to the cargo hold. Strongarm and Swoop descended with Lardeth while Arsha led Death, Peach, Usagi I, Amy, Topaz, and Charline down the Endeavor’s ramp. Arsha and Lardeth shook hands with the Larkenthas and Enfanti. Swoop and Slash gave a Roman each other handshake before smashing their heads against the other. Hiroki, Death, Charline, and Peach greeted each other warmly. Strongarm gave a report to Ultra Magnus with Topaz helping. Sonic…was tackled by a pink blur. Amy squeezed him tightly. “Oh, Sonic!” she squealed happily. “I was so worried I’d never find you! It’s been too long since I’ve seen you!”

“Amy,” strained Sonic, “it’s only been an hour! Besides, you went to another planet without me!” He then wiggled out of her grasp.

“Good heavens, Ms. Rose,” muttered Strongarm. She then noticed a box and stepped towards it. She peered inside to see a human-sized, bird-like, yellow robot stewing in anger, his arms folded. “Well, well, well,” chuckled Strongarm. She then turned to Ultra Magnus. “Sir, come over here! Look who I found! Or, rather, the Larkenthas found.” Ultra Magnus came to her and peered inside the box.

“Well, if it isn’t Soundwave’s little self-proclaimed artistic spy!” he snorted. “How’s imprisonment, Buzzsaw? Who died before they put you in there?”

“Unfortunately, no one,” snarled Buzzsaw, his Scots accent on full display.

“I don’t know, I’d say your potential victim was rather lucky,” countered Ultra Magnus.

“Laugh all you want,” hissed Buzzsaw. “My bite is worse than my bark! Why don’t you come in here and see if I’m wrong?”

“I think I’ll stay out here and make an attempt to contact my base,” replied Ultra Magnus.

“And yet, Soundwave’s having trouble finding ours,” chuckled Buzzsaw. Ultra Magnus’ eyebrow went up. “Och, aye, Soundwave’s here, just not in Frigandor. Pit, he told me he heard someone say that he was in Largandra.”

“…Can anyone of you tell me,” called Ultra Magnus, “where Largandra is?”

“That’s my home,” replied Arsha, “the Mid-realm’s capital.”

“Better hurry, Foxy,” taunted Buzzsaw. “Soundwave is quite the fighter. He may break cover any second now.”

“For your sake,” warned Ultra Magnus, “he’d better keep a low profile. He won’t react well to one of his Mini-cons being killed, will he?”

“That’s a little dark for you, isn’t it, Laddie?” mused Buzzsaw. “Tell me, would you want to disappoint your little brother, your Prime, like that?”

“I think we’ve heard enough from you,” snarled Delga. “You know, through Buzzsaw, we’ve learned that you can refine mana into that…er…beverage you drink.”

“You mean, Energon?” asked Ultra Magnus.

“That’s it!” replied Delga. “One cube of mana makes one cube of Energon.”

“Then, our energy needs are met,” mused Ultra Magnus, “but what about our allies? They can’t run on Energon.”

“Then I shall take everyone that is organic to my favorite restaurant here in Frigandor!” declared Delga.

“Chez Glacier?!” cheered Larbuu and Enfanti.

“The same!” confirmed Delga.

“I’m afraid we must sit this out,” answered Ultra Magnus. “We don’t have suitable vehicle modes to blend in with the crowd here.”

“Are you sure?” asked Delga.

“I must insist,” urged Ultra Magnus. “Besides, we know how Buzzsaw works. We can advise and help out should he decide to break out.”

“…Very well,” sighed Delga. “Everyone else, let us partake in Frigandor Cuisine!” He led everyone to a large runic circle and chanted a spell once everyone was inside. Larbuu, Lardeth, Enfanti, Death, and Arsha seemed numb to it, but the others were in awe at the raw power he was tapping into. A light surrounded everyone and covered the world until fading to reveal a street of Frigandor. Hiroki, Amy, Sonic, Topaz, Charline, and Peach were stunned at what happened.

“I take it there are no teleportation circles in your respective universes?” asked Lardeth.

“Not the magical kind, no,” admitted Sonic.

“…You can teleport without magic?!” gasped Arsha.

“I think this lunch will be centered around cultural differences,” mused Enfanti. Delga led everyone to a restaurant with a sign advertising Chez Glacier, the Warmest Spot for Cool Kids in Frigandor. They entered the restaurant and Delga spoke to the Greeter, an Elf woman wearing icy colors.

“Table for 11, please,” requested Delga.

“All right,” replied the Greeter. “And what is your party’s name?”

“Larkentha,” replied Delga.

“Splendid!” cheered the Greeter. “It looks like there’s a table for your party. If you would please follow me.” She led the group to a table. They took their seats as she distributed the menus. “Your servers will be with you in a moment,” assured the Greeter as she resumed her post. The party perused the menu and a few dishes caught their eyes.

“Chili dogs? Here?” quizzed Sonic.

“There’s an option for multiple people to have the same meal!” observed Amy.

“It’s been a while since I ate here,” mused Death.

“Stop us if you heard this one,” came a voice.

“So, the Grim Reaper and her posse walk into a restaurant,” called another. “The Reaper then noticed it was quiet.”

“So, she says,” continued the first voice, “I’ve never seen such a dead place!” Everyone turned to see a girl with black, wavy hair adorned with a black flower with a skull in the center and black lipstick over her sheet-white skin accompanied by a small, humanoid creature with a black eye mask set into his skin and two green, clubbed tentacles for hair tied into a ponytail. They were wearing the icy colors of the restaurant’s staff.

“Lacey!” cheered Death.

“Jason!” called Peach.

“Are we glad to see you!” proclaimed Hiroki. “What are you doing here?”

“That would be the Convergence’s doing,” replied the girl. “Jason and I were just hanging around After Academy when we vanished and ended up here in Frigandor.”

“After wandering the area,” continued the humanoid creature, “we got hungry and realized we didn’t have any money, no studs, no turf coins, no dollars, nothing.”

“Not that they would have done any good,” remarked the girl. “No one’s heard of them. So, we found a job as part-time waitstaff here.”

“Well, it’s good to see you again!” declared Hiroki. “Amy, Vector, Mr. and Mrs. Larkentha, Ms. Glarosa, Your Highnesses, Commander Topaz, I’d like you to meet Lacey Thanatos,” the girl waved, “and Jason Ikamesh!” the humanoid creature waved. “Kamen Riders Apocalypse and Turf respectively!”

“The boss gave us a chance to reminisce with you guys after we bring you your meals,” cut in Jason. “Do you need any more time to think it over?” The group looked at each other, then shook their heads.

‘What will everyone’s pleasure be?” asked Lacey.

“I’ll try the House Soup,” replied Death.

“An excellent choice!” praised Jason.

“I’ll just have a steak, as rare as allowed here,” muttered Vector.

“I think Amy and I are gonna have the duo Chili Dogs,” ordered Sonic.

“Lardeth and I,” called Arsha, “will take the duo Chicken Pot Pie.”

“Master, Mistress, and I,” requested Enfanti, “will have the trio Fettucine Alfredo.”

“I’ll just get the club sandwich,” ordered Hiroki.

“I’ll take the beef stir fry,” declared Charline.

“I think I will try the Beef Stew,” mused Topaz.

“Let me have the chicken salad,” finished Peach.

“Will you want dessert?” asked Jason.

“I recommend their Lava Cake,” urged Larbuu. “It is to die for!”

“Then Lava Cakes all around,” declared Death.

“Excellent!” cheered Lacey. “We’ll be right back with your orders!” The two then departed as the group chatted amongst themselves.


Back at the Larkenthas’ castle, Strongarm leaned against Buzzsaw’s box and scrolled through a transfer manifest Optimus had drafted before she was put into her current location. Ultra Magnus approached her. “Something on your mind, Lieutenant?” he asked.

“I was gonna give my opinion of the proposed transfers to Optimus before this craziness went down, Sir,” sighed Strongarm. “Maybe you can give me your thoughts?” She handed the pad over to him. He scrolled through the list and widened his optics. The soldiers Optimus was thinking of transferring were called Drift, Sandstorm, Smokescreen, Whirl, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Tracks, Silverbolt, Air Raid, Skydive, Fireflight, Slingshot, and Wheelie. He went in order as he named his grievances.

“She’s dangerous,” he began. “He’s delusional. He’s a liar. She’s mad, and I do mean INSANE. He was demoted after that incident with the Turbo-fox. I arrested him for impersonating a senior officer. How either of them were under your or Prowl’s command is a mystery to me. He owes me money. I don’t trust him, or him, or him, or him, or him. Pit, I REALLY don’t trust them in their combined form. And, to finish it all off, if that’s who I think it is, never EVER let that rhymer near a crossbow!” He sighed. “And those are the least offensive Autobots. He should have consulted me! I’d have turned away any wayward characters!”

“Magnus,” called Swoop as he and Slash approached them, “your definition of a wayward character is an Autobot wearing their badge at an angle.” He tilted his own to demonstrate his point.

“In direct contravention of the Military Regalia Act!” hissed Ultra Magnus as he readjusted Swoop’s badge.

“Sometimes I wonder how you see the world, buddy,” chuckled Swoop.


Back at Chez Glacier, the party was served and Jason and Lacey were granted the right to interact with them. Sonic was regaling them with a tale of when he was roboticized and escaping the Decepticons once he discovered his mind was tampered with. “So, Bokkun transmitted a speech declaring that he and the rest of the disposed Badniks were fighting against Eggman and the ‘Cons and revealed that there was a chip with my memories intact,” he recalled.

“How could Eggman do that?” asked Hiroki.

“So, in my currently roboticized state,” continued Sonic, “I was booking it, and I do mean BOOKING it, to find the Autobots and I was feeling someone coming after me! I couldn’t see the guy, so I only assumed it was Ravage! He then pounced on me and raked his claws across my back saying either I would kill Optimus or Optimus would kill me! I then flung mud into his eyes and stole his gun!”

“You’re lying!” laughed Hiroki. “You’re lying through your teeth!”

“Of course, I don’t like fighting with guns,” Sonic went on, “so I fired at the tunnel’s ceiling and then REALLY ran for it until I made it outside. I then ran alongside the mountain base and found another cave where my friends were meeting with Bokkun and was ready to let them reinstall my memories. Suddenly, Megatron and his cronies come out of their Ground Bridge and attacked us. I tell you; it was a HUGE fight! Amy managed to get on Megatron’s shoulders and slammed her hammer onto his helmet repeatedly!”

“It’s true!” replied Amy.

“Bokkun had to quickly install my memories,” continued Sonic. “Just when Eggman was about to flatten me, BOOM! I fell back on old tactics and old memories! I was back! Then Megatron tried using the Chaos Emeralds, but didn’t bank on me using them in my roboticized state, so I became Super, then scattered them and made Megatron collapse since he wasn’t used to them. Then, just as things were winding down, Megatron fired at me. Of course, he was too slow, so his shot hit the floor…and the subsequent hidden Energon vein under our feet, so both sides got their Ground Bridges on and we all got back to base where there was a Deroboticizer waiting for me!”

“Now that’s a fresh story!” praised Jason.

“That’s all it is, a story,” grumbled Larbuu.

“Mistress!” protested Enfanti.

“There is no way a machine can convert flesh into steel,” insisted Larbuu.

“But it’s all true!” argued Amy.

“Apparently, she needs proof,” mused Sonic. He took out a watch and fastened it to his wrist before pressing a button. A ring of light travelled up his arm and across his body, replacing skin with steel, fur with chrome, and eyes with optical sensors. Amy gasped in horror. “Easy,” assured Sonic in a robotic undertone. “This Roboticizer is one that Tails, Swoop, Ratchet, and Perceptor made. No memory-wipe and no overriding desire to serve Eggbreath. They figured it might help with stealth missions. The best thing about this one? It comes with a built-in Deroboticizer.” He pressed the button on his currently metallic wrist and the ring of light passed over him again, returning him to his organic state. “Well?” he asked Larbuu.

“Evidently,” mused Larbuu, conceding she was in the wrong at that point, “you people have tapped into science we have not yet achieved. I must apologize for doubting you.”

“Hey, no worries,” assured Sonic. “No harm, no foul.” Just then, Delga tapped a button on the table. A small screen popped up in front of him with the bill on it.

“I can pay,” offered Death.

“Oh, no, I don’t want to impose,” countered Delga. “Besides, you lot are my guests. It’s my treat.”

“What the?” muttered Charline as she looked at the bill. “Is that bill right? 520 golds?”

“What?!” yelped Delga.

“What’s that like in our currency?” asked Hiroki.

“One gold is one American penny,” explained Lacey.

“…520 pennies?” realized Hiroki. “$5.20?! That’s how much this meal cost us?!”

“About 520 rings, if I got the math right,” mused Amy.

“Sounds like the drinks were added by mistake,” guessed Jason. “It should have been 494 golds.”

“$4.94?!” yelped Hiroki

“Delga, do you require money?” asked Lardeth.

“I thought you said this was a high-end restaurant!” quizzed Hiroki.

“It is,” confirmed Delga. He then turned to Lardeth. “That won’t be necessary, Your Highness, but thank you.”

“Apparently, nobody needs money!” yelped Hiroki.

“What do you mean?” asked Larbuu.

“Take this restaurant,” began Hiroki. “My sister’s entire house could fit in here! Look, forgive me if this is a little too personal, but where are the poor people?!”

“…You’re looking at someone who’s poor,” replied Enfanti. “I don’t get a salary as a harem girl. All of my money comes from my detective gig. Even then, I’m only called in when police organizations across the Under-realm have a really hard case to work on, so they rent me out for my skills.”

“Then, how can anyone in your profession afford to eat?!” yelped Hiroki.

“Why are you so panicked?” asked Enfanti. “Those that aren’t in harems only spend about 30 tins.”

“And it’s 50 tins to 1 copper, 50 coppers to 1 bronze, 50 bronzes to 1 silver, and 50 silvers to 1 gold,” explained Lacey.

“Are you telling me,” realized Charline, “that, if one gold equals one penny and a single tin, your smallest form of currency, is 0.00000016 of a gold, a rent-a-detective can survive on 0.0000048 of a penny?!”

“Yes,” confirmed Enfanti. “And that’s when the ‘rent-a-detective’ is homeless.”

“Your homeless can afford to eat?!” squeaked Hiroki.

“That holds true within all civilizations in all the Realms,” Arsha cut in. “The Under-realm is, and I say this with great reluctance, the poorest of all the Realms.”

“And Frigandor’s the poorest area in the Under-realm,” supplied Delga.

“And there’s a reason why even the poorest of us can afford food,” continued Larbuu. “Your Highnesses, could you take over?”

“We’d be glad to,” replied Lardeth. “The best way for people to afford anything is for rulers like us to just leave people alone.”

“To die in the streets?!” protested Amy. “I’m not one for a lot of government interference, but people need government to…”

“Wrong way around, Ms. Rose,” interjected Arsha. “Government needs misery, and it can create that in abundance. It’s a disease acting like its own cure.”

“We’re doing SOMETHING right!” argued Hiroki. “I mean, the poorest American is rich compared to the rest of the world.”

“I’m willing to bet,” countered Enfanti, “that the poorest person in Frigandor would be considered rich compared to these ‘Americans’. Hiroki, it sounds like your government taxes its people.”

“It does,” replied Hiroki. “All governments do in my world. How else can we pay for the roads, or schools, or…?”

“In the Realms,” Arsha cut in, “the people just donate one tin, the richer families organize work crews, and BOOM! A new road, a better school, all that good stuff within a week. Us royals NEVER need to tax people. We’re rich enough to not need taxes. Tell me, how long does it take to pay off personal transport?”

“That’s considered a lifetime loan,” remarked Hiroki.

“The homeless, if they’re frugal with food,” compared Arsha, “can pay theirs off in three weeks. How long for a house?”

“More people are renting houses,” answered Hiroki.

“I paid my small, private house off about half a year ago over a ten month period, getting me out of homeless status,” answered Enfanti, “and paid off my loan to Delga about a week after that. This meal, believe it or not, is an expensive one.”

“The owner has overhead,” continued Delga. “We could have eaten the same down the street in copper.”

“So how come everything’s so cheap?!” protested Hiroki.

“Because the governments of all the Realms,” explained Arsha, “have enough people that refuse to allow themselves to become parasites that tax you on half your income, trick you into donating ¾ of that to them, and leave you to squabble over the rest. That’s the defining principle of the Combined Realm Constitution.” At that moment, Arsha and Lardeth’s communicators went off. They pulled them out. “Go ahead,” directed Arsha.

“We’re receiving a distress call from the Sailing Patch,” came Relper’s voice. “Audio only.”

“Let’s hear it,” ordered Arsha. The distress call came through, albeit with static.

“This is Captain Patrica Looden of the Sailing Patch!” came the call. “We’re under heavy fire from an unknown assailant over Largandra! We have…!” the transmission was cut off with another voice.

“DUUUDES!” cheered the voice. “The Sailing Patch’s most bodacious cargo is mine! Just know that the crew’s sacrifice won’t be in vain. It’s all for the greater glory of the RADICAL Decepticon Empire!”

“Soundwave!” yelped Sonic and Amy.

“We gotta stop him!” declared Sonic.

“Lord Larkentha, thank you for the meal,” bid Arsha as she got up.

“The High Sky will assist you,” offered Lardeth. “We can beam survivors aboard if necessary.”

“And if Davros is involved with a Decepticon,” supplied Hiroki, “you’ll need our help.”

“Davros is here?!” yelped Lacey.

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” answered Arsha.

“Lacey and I have long paid our tab off,” supplied Jason. “We’re coming with you.”

“Let’s get going, then,” declared Lardeth. They headed off to the Larkenthas’ castle, informed the Autobots watching Buzzsaw about the situation, then they all boarded the ships and shoved Buzzsaw’s box into the Endeavor’s cargo hold. The Larkenthas and Enfanti stayed behind, wishing them luck as the ships took off and sped towards a Realmgate.

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Trinity Soul: Ch 5

“Sweet Chaos! It’s FREEZING!” Sonic groaned aloud. He had ended up in a sewer, a frigid sewer, warm enough for water to drip. There wasn’t a stench, so that was a relief. Sonic rubbed his hands on his arms in an attempt to warm himself up, but that didn’t change the fact that he could still see his breath. “Where am I, Holoska?! Then again, I don’t recall Holoskan villages having a sewer system.” He then heard shaky grumbling.

“W-W-Why d-d-did I acc-cc-cept this-s-s-s job?!” shivered the voice.

“Who’s there?” called Sonic.

“H-H-Hell-l-l-llo?!” asked the voice. “W-W-Who’s there?! D-D-Do you have a s-s-spare c-c-oat for a f-f-f-freezing r-r-r-reptile?!”

“Sorry, only coat I got is my blue fur!” replied Sonic.

“B-B-Blue fur?!” repeated the voice. “S-S-Sonic?! Is-s-s that y-you?!”

“The one and only!” answered Sonic. “Who are you?”

“It’s-s-s m-m-me! V-V-Vector!” called the voice.

“Vector?!” yelped Sonic. “Keep talking! I’m gonna follow your voice!” As Sonic sped off, Vector’s voice continued.

“Hur-r-rry up-p-p-, S-S-S-Sonic!” shivered Vector. “I’m s-s-start-t-t-ting t-to shut d-d-down here!” Sonic found Vector after a few seconds of running. “Oh, S-S-S-sweet C-C-Chaos, y-y-you’re here!” chattered a freezing Vector the Crocodile.

“Good grief, we gotta get you some place warm!” exclaimed Sonic. “Come on! Let’s find a way out of here!” He hoisted Vector onto his back, not an easy feat to do for a Mobian Sonic’s size, and sped off, looking for a way out. “Come on! Come on! Where are you?!” he panted. Just then, he heard shouting.

“Easy for you to say!” called a voice with a Japanese accent. “You’re safe and snug in a shell!”

“There are no threats here!” insisted a harsh, grating, metallic voice.

“A Dalek?!” gasped Sonic. “Not while I’m around! Hey, Vector, would fighting something heat you up?”

“It sh-sh-should!” shivered Vector.

“This way!” called Sonic as he set Vector onto his feet. Vector came charging off after Sonic.

“Why can’t you see reason?!” boomed the Dalek voice.

“Why can’t you see the danger we’re in?!” yelped the other voice. Sonic and Vector rounded a corner to see a Japanese man dressed like a prince and arguing with a Dalek with external struts coming up the neck of the enlarged dome. Five lights studded the back of the dome and flashed red when it spoke.

“Well, that’s a new design!” laughed Sonic. “What’s the deal here?”

“Who are you?!” boomed the Abnormal Dalek.

“I’m Sonic! Sonic the Hedgehog!” introduced Sonic. “My buddy, Vector, here, needs to warm up! Kicking your can seems to be a good idea!”

“NO!” called the Japanese man. Sonic turned to the man and recognized him.

“No way!” gasped Sonic. “Hiroki?!”

“…I don’t believe it! You ARE the Sonic that helped us in the Vortech Wars!” cheered Hishikawa Hiroki. He and Sonic shook hands. Soon, Hiroki saw Vector about to collapse. “Here,” he bid as he produced a coat. Vector put it on and started rubbing himself to warm up. Soon, he wasn’t feeling so sluggish and slow.

“Thanks, kid!” he bid. “I’d have frozen solid if it wasn’t for you!”

“I aim to help,” chuckled Hiroki. “Sonic, it’s great to see you!”

“I wish I could agree,” boomed the Dalek.

“Oh, yeah,” remarked Sonic. “Forgot about you.” He curled up for a spin dash and picked up speed.

“SONIC! NO!” yelped Hiroki as he stopped Sonic.

“Dude, what are you doing?!” protested Sonic. “Dalek right here?!”

“Actually, that’s Davros, the creator of the Daleks,” explained Hiroki. “He’s finally allowed himself to become a full Dalek, but the mind is still that of Davros.”

“Still, evil thing that needs to go bye-bye!” insisted Sonic.

“Not until we find a way out,” replied Hiroki. “Look, Davros and I have agreed to not kill each other until we go topside. Right now, someone heard us and went to get help. She told us to wait and…” he then yelped and looked around nervously. “I heard something that time!”

“You didn’t hear anything!” shouted Davros.

“…There! Don’t you hear it?!” shrieked Hiroki.

“Yes!” sighed Davros, as much as he could sigh in his current Dalek state. “I heard water dripping!”

“Sounds like rats!” gulped Hiroki.

“Okay, take it from the animal,” interjected Sonic. “Rats aren’t made of liquid. Rats don’t drip.”

“Rats only drink water…” ventured Vector.

“There’s such a thing as rat water?!” yelped Hiroki, his musophobia affecting his sense of logic.

“There are no rats!” yelled Davros.

“You don’t know that!” argued Hiroki. “What if you’re wrong?!”

“Okay, let’s assume, for some odd reason, I’m wrong!” snapped Davros. “Let’s assume there ARE rats! So what?! I’m the Emperor Dalek both externally and internally, Mr. Sonic here can create a sonic boom, and you’re a Kamen Rider! What can a five-ounce rodent possibly do?”

“…So, you’re saying there are rats!” whimpered Hiroki. Sonic smacked his face.

“Sure, let’s go with that,” he muttered.

“I’m getting out of here!” declared Hiroki.

“No, you’re not!” barked Davros. “I told that woman that we won’t move, so we won’t move!”

“Can’t we just stand near the light?!” pleaded Hiroki.

“That’s moving,” remarked Davros, “thus, it goes against our strict ‘No Moving’ policy!”

“But the light…”

“No.”

“…will help us see the rats!”

“No!”

“And their teeth!”

“NO!”

“…Hey, Davros, I thought I saw a mole-mite swimming in these waters,” mused Hiroki. Davros started shaking.

“Why did you mention mole-mites?!” he said in an uncharacteristic yelp.

“I’m just saying,” continued Hiroki, “mole-mites love Dalekanium. Since your casing is made of the stuff…”

“Okay, you know what, let’s stand at the light!” declared Davros. As they moved, an engine was heard topside.

“I heard there was someone down here?” called a voice with a distinct Swahili accent.

“Four someones actually!” Sonic called back.

“Sonic?” asked the voice. “What are you doing down there?”

“Okay, you know me,” remarked Sonic. “Who’s up there?”

“It’s me, Ultra Magnus,” revealed the speaker.

“Magnus?!” yelped Sonic. “What are you doing here?! …Come to think of it, do you know where ‘here’ is?”

“Apparently, the place is called Frigandor,” replied Ultra Magnus. “It’s a city of the Under-realm’s freezing northern continent.”

“That doesn’t sound like any place on Mobius,” muttered Sonic.

“Sorry, hold up,” interjected Hiroki. “Did you just call the guy Ultra Magnus?”

“Yeah, that’s Optimus Prime’s brother up top,” replied Sonic.

“You have Transformers in your universe?!” yelped Hiroki.

“…Yeah,” answered Sonic.

“…Richard would be over the moon about this!” breathed Hiroki.

“If we could concentrate!” barked Davros.

“What was that?!” called Ultra Magnus.

“That was Davros,” replied Hiroki. “Look, I can explain everything once we find shelter. For now, do you have something that can help us up?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” answered Ultra Magnus. A manhole opened above them and a rope ladder came down. Davros flew up out of the sewers first and started laughing.

“My children are supreme!” he shouted. “Exterminate!”

“After him!” called Hiroki. He, Sonic, and Vector climbed up the rope ladder and joined Ultra Magnus’ Mobian Hedgehog holo-form in witnessing Davros shooting at everyone, killing a few in the process. Hiroki then brought out his Vortex Driver and fastened it onto his waist.

“Vortex Driver!” it announced. He then took out his i.d. tag and inserted it into the belt.

“Henshin!” he called before spinning the wheel. His armor was attached to him and he became Kamen Rider Sengoku. He deflected a blast towards the sky.

“You Vortex Riders have interfered for the last time!” roared Davros as he fired.

“You just couldn’t resist, could you?!” shouted Sengoku as he leapt into the air and latched himself onto Davros. The added weight caused Davros to spin out of control, giving Sonic a clear shot. One spin dash and Davros was disoriented enough to come to a halt.

“If I could have everyone’s attention, please?” called Ultra Magnus as he pulled out a small cylinder. “Sonic, Sir, Vector, you may want to cover your eyes.” As he was about to activate the device, it was shot out of his hands.

“No way are you weaseling your way out of this!” called a woman’s voice. A bunch of law enforcement officers, led by a woman with white fur all over her body except for her feet, hands, and face. Her horns rested in the middle of her hair atop her head. Her tail extended a long black needle and pointed it at Sengoku. “If that was a mind-alteration device, let me inform you that such devices or spells are illegal!

“Spells?” quizzed Ultra Magnus. The woman then prodded his holo-form.

“A solid light avatar,” she muttered. “Right, I know a spell to take care of that! Vidictren!” The holo-form disappeared and the futuristic car carrier changed. The cab tilted forward as the bottom of the trailer folded around the trailer bed to become legs. The rest of trailer folded to become arms with long shoulder pads and a missile on each side of the pad. The head popped out, looking like a white version of Optimus until it was covered by another helmet with a movable face and blue helmet with white antennae. “Oh no, not another one!” wailed the woman. “I already have enough trouble with that ‘Decepticon’ bird in the holding cell!”

“Decepticon?!” yelped Ultra Magnus. The woman then fired a torrent of ice at him. “Ma’am, you got it all wrong! I’m an Autobot!” The woman wasn’t listening. “Autobot!” repeated Ultra Magnus.

“Get away from him! He’s on our side!” snapped Sengoku as he swapped out i.d. tags.

“Sonic Steel!” announced the Vortex Driver. His armor then evoked the iconic Hedgehog as he charged at her at high speeds to get her away from Ultra Magnus. Just then, there was a cackle as Davros flew through the sky.

“Look! Davros is getting away! Go after him!” he called.

“The Frigandor Militia will take care of him!” dismissed the woman. “Besides, I like picking on giants of my caliber, especially if they’re buddies with that yellow bird calling himself a Decepticon!”

“Buzzsaw,” muttered Ultra Magnus. Another torrent of ice shards was flung at him, forcing him to dodge again. “I told you, I’m not a Decepticon! Look!” he pointed to the Autobot symbol on his shoulder.

“Nice try! That won’t save you!” snapped the woman.

“Mistress!” called another woman’s voice.

“Larbuu, wait!” supplied a man’s voice. A male of the woman’s species, a human woman in a blue harem outfit with a blue rose adorning her hair, and a large, metal velociraptor came running up.

“Mistress, you’re making a mistake!” called the harem girl.

“A mistake?!” yelped the woman, Larbuu. “Enfanti, what are you talking about?! He’s like those Conquertrons!”

“No, he’s not!” replied the harem girl, Enfanti. “The metal lizard can prove it!”

“I told you, I’m a velociraptor!” snarled the velociraptor. “My name is Slash, not metal lizard!”

“Slash!” called Sonic. “Then the other Dyno-bots are here?”

“Ah, Young Sonic,” greeted Slash. “My excellent good friend! How dost thou?”

“I hate to interrupt, but who are you?” demanded Larbuu.

“I am a Dyno-bot warrior,” snarled Slash. “Slash, TRANSFORM!” Her beast head and neck folded downwards as parts of her beast chest split and rotated to become legs and feet while her beast legs and arms swung around and swapped places so her beast legs and feet became arms and taloned hands. Her tail folded upwards as her head popped up with her usual snarl on her face.

“More and more Change-a-trons!” growled Larbuu.

“No, Transformers!” corrected the male of Larbuu’s species. “And she’s an Autobot like he is!” he pointed to Ultra Magnus.

“Meaning what, Delga?!” snapped Larbuu.

“Autobots are to Transformers as Justitrons are to Changatrons!” explained the man, Delga.

“…They DON’T intend to conquer?” asked Larbuu.

“Of course not,” assured Ultra Magnus. “I don’t even know where Frigandor or the northern continent are from.”

“I…see,” replied Larbuu, not entirely sure she believed everything.

“I think I can clear up any questions you all have,” called Sengoku as he powered down. “But first, introductions. I am Hishikawa Hiroki, Kamen Rider Sengoku.”

“I am Ultra Magnus, Second in Command of the Autobot Militia.”

“I’m Slash, the Dyno-bots’ top researcher.”

“I’m Sonic! Sonic the Hedgehog!”

“I’m Vector the Crocodile, P.I.!”

“I am Lord Delga Larkentha.”

“I’m his wife, Larbuu.”

“I’m Enfanti Glarosa, co-head of the Larkentha family’s Blue Rose Harem.”

“And a private eye too, don’t forget that,” interjected Larbuu as she and Delga both hugged her.

“Master, Mistress, not in public,” mumbled Enfanti.

“Harem?” asked Hiroki.

“…I take that word has a negative connotation where you’re from,” guessed Enfanti.

“In my universe, yes,” replied Hiroki.

“Why don’t we all answer questions at my castle?” offered Delga.

“A splendid idea,” agreed Ultra Magnus.


They were all in the main hangar of Delga’s castle to accommodate for Ultra Magnus and Slash’s robot modes. According to their sensors, Energon radiation was nonexistent, so they could stay in robot mode indefinitely. That was probably because there was no Energon to speak of in all the Realms. Hiroki had just explained the Convergence to everyone and Sonic talked about how he knew Hiroki. “Let me make sure I got this right,” groaned Larbuu as she rubbed her temples, “you two robots,” she pointed to Ultra Magnus and Slash,” are from an alien world called Cybertron and are part of a faction amongst your kind called the Autobots and are at war with another faction called the Decepticons. Ultra Magnus, both of your younger brothers are leading the opposing factions with your youngest brother as your boss. Slash, you are part of a group of Autobots that turn into prehistoric animals because of genetic experimentation. You all are fighting a second war on the same planet where the Decepticons were originally defeated in the first war. This planet happens to be the same planet you two come from,” she pointed to Vector and Sonic. “You,” she pointed to Hiroki, “know the blue one from a war with a creature called Lord Vortech as he was one of your allies. You just didn’t know he worked with the Autobots. Have I missed anything?”

“Er…no, you got it down pat,” replied Hiroki.

“Good! Because my head hurts!” wailed Larbuu as she clutched her head.

“Now, for you guys,” began Hiroki, “this is the Under-realm because the people are a little looser with darker passions. Your ancestors once went to war against the Mid and Over-realms because you didn’t see ANY similarities until you found a message from your gods and goddesses explaining how their conflict fractured their one world into three. They implanted the most brilliant minds of the time with the ideas of Realmgates, crossing into other Realms hoping to bring peace where they could not. After a century, peace was established and Realmfleet was formed. Everyone can join Realmfleet, no matter their social class, but rulers HAVE to join Realmfleet and serve as Captains for five year so they can see how their decisions will affect every Realm. Because of your liberal use of the Realmgates, ideas were spread, especially the new concept of harems. Instead of being enslaved with no say, it’s built on consent. The person has to ask to join the harem and it’s socially acceptable to have children with those in your harem as the harem members are considered spouses under Combined Realm Law.” Delga wrapped his arms around Enfanti as she wiggled in his lap when Hiroki said this. “So, have I missed anything?”

“The thing about having multiple spouses being socially acceptable,” replied Enfanti.

“And the fact that people, even royals, choose who they want to marry,” supplied Delga.”

“And magic’s commonplace here,” continued Ultra Magnus.

“And creatures we consider mythical,” finished Sonic.

“Okay, thank you!” interjected Hiroki.

“I’ve gotten a message from Realmfleet,” called Delga. “Arsha’s ship, the Endeavor, has picked up a few people, one of them similar to you, Sonic. She’s also missing a good number of her senior staff and her spouses. It should be coming any minute now.”

“Then we shall wait for their arrival,” declared Hiroki.

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Trinity Soul: Ch 4

“Captain,” called Oak as Arsha came onto the bridge, “we have just compiled the list of the missing crewmates.”

“Who’s missing?” inquired Arsha, a little put off that members of her crew went AWOL.

“Laverda, Bashoon, Shalvey, Dalengor, Melandra, Marshii, and Thengo,” reported Oak.

“Let me make sure I got this right,” directed Arsha, “the only Senior Staff members on this ship right now are me, you, Nazay, Thangred, Malak, Elmar, and Orthena?”

“Exactly,” confirmed Oak. Arsha cast her eyes to the sky.

“Pecktar’s hairy armpits!” she swore. “Well, Commander, looks like you’re staying here until this crisis is dealt with.”

“Understood,” replied Oak.

“Captain,” called the temporary Communications Officer, a male slime by the name of Relper, “we’re receiving an Alpha Priority communication from Realmfleet.”

“Put it through,” ordered Arsha. Relper obeyed. Rokalla’s face appeared on the screen.

“Captain, have you experienced any disappearances in your vicinity?” asked Rokalla.

“Unfortunately, Admiral, yes,” replied Arsha. “Laverda, Bashoon, Shalvey, Dalengor, Melandra, Marshii, and Thengo are gone. I was in the middle of giving Ensign Bashoon a new assignment before she vanished right in front of me.”

“I was rather hoping you would tell me ‘no’,” sighed Rokalla. “I hate to add to the list, but more are missing. Your mother was visiting the Emboramiis when she, Malnar, Elmpam, and Orbak vanished. Mrs. Steelhorn has told local law enforcement that her son has disappeared. We’re also trying to locate a Mr. Jandro Dormu.”

“That’s a lot of people that just vanished,” remarked Arsha. “If you could keep us informed of new developments, they might help us in our search.”

“I shall indeed do so,” replied Rokalla. “You keep me posted of any updates as well. Good luck, Captain.” The call ended.

“Nazay, we’re going to have to leave the Glasna Kingdom,” called Arsha. “Plot a search pattern from these coordinates and be prepared to scour the entire Mid-realm.”

“Understood,” called Nazay as he informed the Glasna Kingdom’s landing pad crew they were leaving. They were granted permission to leave and the Endeavor took off. As Nazay began the search pattern, the intercoms buzzed.

“Captain,” called Elmar, “Security reports that five people have been located. They are not part of the crew in any way. They’re in the brig now.”

“On my way,” replied Arsha. “Oak, you have the conn.” She headed off to the brig to see the five people in a cell with Elmar watching them.

“I must say, they are the most cooperative intruders I’ve ever met,” mused Elmar. The people in the cell were as followed: a woman in military gear and pants, a pink, humanoid creature in a red dress, an orange-skinned girl in a schoolgirl’s outfit with a massive amount of orange petticoats, a chalk-white woman in a black dress and cowl with white trim and blue lights where eyeballs should be, and a blonde human woman in a pink dress, wearing a small crown.

“Not wanting to raise a scene?” asked Arsha.

“Trying to get our bearings,” whispered the chalk-white woman in explanation. She looked around the cell. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say this brig looks like the Endeavor’s brig.”

“It IS the Endeavor’s brig,” confirmed Arsha. “I am Princess Arsha Royana, Captain of this ship.”

“Royana?!” gasped the chalk-white woman. She then grinned. “So this is T-H-3-T-H-R-3-3-R-3-4-L-M-5!”

“Pardon?” asked Elmar.

“That’s what the identifier string would call your united sub-dimensions, the Realms,” explained the woman. “I haven’t visited here since Tendro Royana passed the Crown on to his son, Elgrad!”

“You knew my grandfather?” asked Arsha.

“Yes, I visited him after his soul left his body,” replied the woman. “I usually come here at the bidding of Falheem whenever a soul is having trouble coming to the After-realm.”

“…Death?” gulped Arsha.

“I am she,” confirmed the woman. “I assure you, young Royana, my coming here is an accident. I do not need to check on those that are dead in the Realms.” Arsha breathed a sigh of relief.

“Who are these women with you?” asked Arsha as she motioned for the cell’s barriers to be turned off.

“I am Commander Topaz of G.U.N,” introduced the woman in full military gear.

“I am Princess Peach Toadstool of the Mushroom Kingdom,” proclaimed the woman in pink.

“I’m Charline Elmira,” greeted the schoolgirl.

“I’m Amy Rose the Hedgehog,” answered the pink creature. They had already left the cell when Amy introduced herself.

“Tell me, are you missing anyone?” asked Death.

“Unfortunately, yes, I am,” sighed Arsha. “Some of my Senior Staff and my Ensign have vanished. On top of that, a couple of my fiancés and a prominent citizen of the Under-realm have disappeared as well as my mother and the parents of my future wife, Malnar.”

“Captain,” came Relper’s voice, “more people have been reported missing.” Arsha rolled her eyes and groaned.

“Who are they?” she asked.

“Foresna, Falnii, a Mr. Twaldar Endri of the Mid-realm, and a Mr. Swalmu Damfel of the Over-realm,” reported Relper.

“We may have an answer to this crisis,” muttered Arsha. “All Senior Staff currently onboard, report to the Conference Room.”

“Captain, there is a call from Prince Lardeth in the Over-realm,” continued Relper. “He insists on a private conference.”

“Tell him that whatever he needs to say cannot be made secret, not in this time of crisis,” ordered Arsha, “and tell him that we’re conducting a search for missing people. Patch the call through to the Conference Room.”

“Understood,” obliged Relper. Death and company followed Arsha and Elmar to the Conference Room. Everyone had gathered and seated themselves as Lardeth appeared on the screen.

“Arsha, what I need to say is a little out there,” he remarked. “I feel this cannot be said with other members of your crew in attendance as this could risk our careers.”

“I’m trying to find missing people, a good chunk of them being my Senior Staff,” replied Arsha. “Right now, I have five women who are from different universes, one of which is Falheem’s servant, Death. I’ve seen more of my fair share of Out There ideas. Please, try and top mine.” Lardeth blinked for a bit as Death waved at him.”

“…Okay, I have a pair of Change-a-trons on my ship,” he finally revealed. “Specifically, Justitrons. I’m in the High Sky’s cargo hold to prove it.”

“Let’s see them,” directed Arsha. The view changed to the entire cargo hold to reveal two giant robots. A blue and white one was built like a heavyset woman while the other, red, gold, and blue in color, was a skinny man with wings. Amy and Topaz’s eyes lit up.

“Swoop! Strongarm!” called Amy. The heavyset female bot, Strongarm, turned to the voice’s source and crawled forward to see who was on the screen.

“Ms. Rose! Commander Topaz!” she sighed in relief. “Thank Primus, you’re safe! Where are you?”

“We’re on a ship called the Endeavor,” explained Topaz. “Where we’re going is currently unknown.”

“We’re searching for missing people,” explained Arsha. “One of them vanished before my eyes and four of my fiancés are missing.”

“Four?!” yelped Lardeth. “You mean, Gorfanth, Falnii, Foresna, and Malnar are gone too?!”

“And Charline and I have an explanation,” called Death.

“Then, please, explain,” directed Arsha.

“It’s called a Convergence,” began Charline. “Our universes are coming together. Unfortunately, this means that some people end up in different universes.”

“They usually touch whenever there is a perceived threat to the multiverse,” continued Death. “Sometimes, fighting of various degrees will break out between universes and alliances are forged.”

“Like the Smash Tourneys!” realized Peach.

“Exactly,” confirmed Death.

“So, this is something beyond our control?” muttered Arsha, not liking the prospect of not being able to find the ones she loves.

“There IS a way for us to reunite with our friends,” assured Death, “but it will require finding a Temporal Stop.”

“And…that is?” asked Elmar.

“It’s where time has stopped in a certain area,” explained Charline. “Because of the nature of different universes, time would stop in certain areas so the universes could line up. That’s all I can give you guys as they’ve never been really studied deeply.”

“And how can we find them?” asked Orthena.

“They DO give off temporal magic wherever they are,” replied Death. “Given how commonly used magic is in this universe, you should be able to find it.”

“How are we going to explain this to Realmfleet?!” groaned Lardeth as he massaged his head.

“We just have to tell them straight,” replied Arsha. “See if you can join with my ship in a new search for a…Temporal Stop, I believe you said?”

“I did,” replied Death.

“I’ll see what I can do,” declared Lardeth. “Lardeth out.” The call ended and Charline hummed while she thought.

“A Tin for your thoughts?” asked Oak.

“Our enemies may be capitalizing on this,” remarked Charline. “Who knows where they’ve based themselves?”


At the moment, the enemies Charline was talking about had ended up in a room with a large door for Megatron’s size. He and Dr. Borg looked outside. “A space station?” guessed Megatron.

“I suppose it’s possible in universes like yours,” mused Dr. Borg. She then noticed Hiro motioning towards the door. “What are you doing?!” she gulped.

“Demonstrating something,” chuckled Hiro. He keyed in a command.

“I don’t need air to keep my Spark burning,” remarked Megatron, “but I believe you people do. But, if you want to commit suicide, fine by me.”

“Not by me!” yelped Dr. Borg. “Even the Fae subspecies need air!” The door opened and Dr. Borg grabbed onto a support in the wall…only to realize she wasn’t hearing the rush of air escaping into space. She wasn’t even being pulled towards the door. She cautiously let go of the support and headed to the open door, sticking her organic hand out. “…A bit warm for deep space,” she remarked. Megatron decided to test something out and stuck his foot outside. “What are you doing?” asked Dr. Borg.

“Treading softly,” answered Megatron. He lowered his foot slowly until…“There’s something under my foot! Something solid!” he gasped.

“The ground,” chuckled Hiro as he stepped outside and continued walking. “We’re on a planet. The construct behind you? That’s no space station, that’s a building.”

“So, this planet is invisible?” asked Dr. Borg.

“Absurd,” scoffed Megatron as he scanned the starry area at his usual pace. “What happens if you lose something or kiss something less pleasing to your eye?”

“That is, until you’re part of the atmosphere,” countered Hiro. “When you are, you sync with the spectrum.”

“Why would anyone hide a planet?” asked Dr. Borg.

“That depends on the planet, Madam,” replied Hiro. He then pulled out his phone. “Disengage planetary cloak,” he ordered.

“I obey!” confirmed a voice. Megatron heard that, remembered Optimus’ childhood as they picked up stray Earth channels after they were originally broadcast, and started putting two and two together.

“You didn’t!” he whispered. Soon, the planet slowly faded into view. It revealed a metal city against a desert landscape. Megatron remembered. “You idiot!” he whispered. “You brought us to our deaths! No!”

“What is it?” asked Dr. Borg. “What’s wrong? Where are we?” Megatron wheeled around and pointed at Hiro in an accusing manner.

“SKARO!” he roared. “You’ve brought us to Skaro!”

“The most fortified planet in this universe!” cheered Hiro.

“What’s Skaro?” asked Dr. Borg, a little annoyed at being left in the dark.

“The deadliest planet of the British Science Fiction series, Doctor Who!” replied Megatron. “This is where the Doctor’s ancient enemies were born! This is the home-world of the Daleks!”

“Correct!” barked a voice. Everyone turned to see a Drone Dalek trundle up towards them. Megatron raised his cannon at the creature.

“Put that down! It won’t hurt you!” shouted Hiro.

“It’s a Dalek! That’s all it does!” roared Megatron.

“Not as long as I control them and their creator!” answered Hiro. “There’s an explosive payload in their casings. The slightest bit of defiance and they go boom.”

“Don’t underestimate them!” hissed Megatron. “You’re playing with fire!”

“Why are you so worried?” asked Hiro. “You’re a robot!”

“A robot that’s alive and would prefer to not give genocidal maniacs the opportunity to find out how to kill me!” countered Megatron.

“Don’t be so melodramatic!” dismissed Hiro. He turned to the Dalek that arrived. “I heard you lot had a list of members that vanished?”

“Confirmed!” reported the Dalek. “Ambassador Hell, the Emperor, the Joker, and Sauron have been taken by the Convergence!”

“Your Emperor?” Dr. Borg asked the Dalek.

“And their creator,” replied Hiro.

“…Davros allowed himself to become a Dalek?” quizzed Megatron.

“Yep, and became their Emperor,” confirmed Hiro.

“…Okay, why?” asked Megatron.

“Fascinating,” mused Dr. Borg as her eye went red while she scanned the Dalek. “I’m reading an organic life-form in the casing. A primitive, cephalopod life-form with only one eye and an exposed brain. It seems to be wired into the casing, explaining why it’s twitching so much.”

“I am not a primitive life-form!” argued the Dalek. “I am pure!”

“The ultimate racist, Femmes and Gentlemechs,” muttered Megatron.


The five women were all relaxing in their private ballroom. One was in the arms of another, being lightly stroked. One was dancing with another. One was reading The Romance of the Forest. “The light ones are starting to come together,” remarked the one being caressed.

“The invitations have been sent out,” reported the other caressing the first.

“This shall be a spectacle worth noting,” mused one of the dancers.

“And the previous ones were not?” asked the second dancer, lightly chuckling as the first dancer smiled.

“Fair point,” sighed the first dancer as she rested her head on her partner’s chest as they danced.

“Some will be rowdy,” mused the reader as she continued her book. “We must remind them that we, the Chizarans, do not tolerate rule-breaking.”

“They will understand,” replied the first dancer. “This is not the first time we’ve held such an event.”

“Not every reality has the capability to watch them,” countered the caressed one.

“True, but enough realities do,” answered the first dancer. The reader gave a small smile. Just then, a light from above illuminated them, revealing their features. They all wore dresses that were various shades of their hair. The reader looked to be of African descent and wore pink. The first dancer looked to be of Japanese descent and wore blue. Her partner was of Indian descent and wore red. The one being caressed was of Native American descent and wore green. The one caressing the green one was of Anglo-Saxon descent and wore purple.

“A warrior asks for details,” remarked the purple one.

“Then we shall provide,” replied the pink one. They formed a circle from pink, to red, to blue, to green, to purple, then stuck their right arms out while their left arms touched the shoulder of the one next to them. They vanished in lights of their respective colors and flew off to the universe of the warrior who asked for details.

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Trinity Soul: Ch 3

“Give it to me straight, Teletraan,” ordered Optimus. “Who’s missing?”

“I have two lists,” replied Teletraan 1, the Autobots’ A.I. “One is from G.U.N and discusses our missing allies, the other is the one I’ve compiled of the missing Autobots. Who do you want to hear about first?”

“Callous though this may be,” declared Optimus, “let’s hear the ‘Bots list first.”

“Ultra Magnus, Jazz, Bumblebee, Perceptor, Grimlock, Swoop, Slash, Blackarachnia, and Strongarm are all the ‘Bots missing,” reported Teletraan.

“And our allies?” asked Optimus.

“Sonic, Knuckles, all of Team Dark, Amy, Sira, Cosmo, Topaz, Agus Atmadja, Henry Zhou, Wilson Andrews, and all of Team Chaotix,” answered Teletraan.

“Scrap!” swore Optimus. “Has the Ark begun a search of the planet?”

“Confirmed,” replied Teletraan.

“Gather all remaining bots into the conference room,” ordered Optimus. “See if you can get G.U.N in on this.”

“Got it,” obliged Teletraan. Prowl, Ironhide, Ratchet, Chromia, Cliffjumper, Snarl, Sludge, and Slag all met with Optimus in the conference room. Tails, Big, Cream, Natalie, Trema, and the recently promoted Captain Lansworth, the Cobra were also in on this.

“I trust we all know why we’re here?” asked Optimus.

“A couple of people went astray,” rumbled Ironhide.

“More than a couple!” argued Tails.

“Easy,” advised Trema. “We’re all a little worried about our missing friends.”

“What are the ‘Cons hoping to achieve here?!” snarled Ironhide.

“I don’t think this is one of their plans,” countered Captain Lansworth.

“Pardon?” asked Optimus.

“Before this all started,” explained Captain Lansworth, “the Decepticon named Starscream vanished in the same manner as our missing friends did. Another Decepticon, Knock-out, soon vanished in the same manner. We assumed the Decepticons were making a new weapon and we were telling Jazz about this when he vanished before our eyes. Then all this started before we could fully tell you the circumstances of his disappearance. I’d say the ‘Cons are just as worried about this as we are.”

“A safe assumption,” mused Prowl.

“That still leaves the question,” rumbled Slag, “about how we’re going to get our friends back.”

“I may have something,” offered Ratchet, “but it’s a bit of a stretch.”

“It’s all we got now,” remarked Optimus. “What have you got?”

“I’ve scanned the areas where people vanished,” reported Ratchet, “hoping to get a reading on what happened. Turns out there IS something familiar with what happened. There was a distinct particle trace similar to the one both Blackarachnias had when they crossed into one another’s universes.”

“Are you suggesting that they’re in different universes?” asked Trema.

“I won’t know unless there’s further testing,” replied Ratchet. “Given the nature of what’s going on, I don’t think there’s going to BE any further testing.”

“A safe bet,” replied Optimus. “We need the sensors to find our wayward friends quickly if the alternate universe thing is wrong. Teletraan, begin a…”

“Hold up!” called Teletraan. “I’ve got a Decepticon stomping towards the front door!”

“What?!” yelped Tails.

“They’ve never been bold enough to attack us directly!” recalled Optimus. “Not since Megatron parted company with us! Teletraan, keep the weapons trained on him, but don’t attack unless I give the order.” He got up from his seat.

“Where are you going?!” called Ironhide.

“To find out what the ‘Con wants!” replied Optimus. He kept his hand hovering over his subspace pocket and approached the front door.

“OPEN UP!” bellowed the Decepticon as he made a dent on the door. “I DEMAND TO SPEAK WITH YOU, AUTOBOTS!”

“BRIDGE YOURSELF OUT OF AUTOBOT TERRITORY THIS INSTANT BEFORE I HAVE YOUR EXHAUST PORT PUNCTURED, YOU DECEPTICREEP!” Optimus shouted back. He opened the door to see that the Decepticon demanding to see him was the current Decepticon Leader. “Megatron,” hissed Optimus.

“Optimus Prime,” growled Megatron. Neither bot crossed the door’s threshold. “You’re looking well, for someone who’s missing a few soldiers and organic vermin.”

“I take it you’re missing some bots as well?” quizzed Optimus.

“I’m afraid so,” confirmed Megatron.

“Tell me, do you still stomp around on the moon?” asked Optimus.

“Yep,” answered Megatron. “Still playing video games whenever there’s a lull in activity?”

“Just got a high score in BotBot Clash before my friends vanished,” replied Optimus.

“Good, good,” rumbled Megatron. “So…”

“So…” returned Optimus. “…BRIDGE YOURSELF OUT OF AUTOBOT TERRITORY THIS INSTANT BEFORE I HAVE YOUR EXHAUST PORT PUNCTURED, YOU DECEPTICREEP!”

“Oh, here we go!” roared Megatron. “My youngest brother, giving orders like he’s the current Prime!”

“I AM the current Prime!” shouted Optimus. “Now, get your aft out of here!”

“I would love to!” barked Megatron. “As it just so happens, like I said, I’m missing some bots! Starscream, Knock-out, Soundwave, Frenzy, Buzzsaw, Ratbat, and Metal Sonic; they’re all missing! I’m currently looking for them!”

“So why are you at my door, yelling at me?!” demanded Optimus.

“Shockwave told me that you can get answers out of organics!” snarled Megatron. “Can you do that?”

“Of course, I can!” answered Optimus.

“Splendid,” remarked Megatron. “Thank you SO much.”

“YOU’RE WELCOME!!! …Wait, what?” gulped Optimus. Megatron moved his foot aside to reveal the organics he was talking about. They were a group of ten, mainly humans, but Optimus could swear that a small one with a big nose and big ears was green, one looked like a kitsune, one was a minotaur, and one had dark grey skin with clouds for their dress and hair.

“Organic vermin, Optimus Prime,” Megatron introduced. “Optimus Prime, Organic vermin. Have fun with them.” He then transformed and activated his Mobian Hedgehog Holo-form before driving off.

“…So,” mused Optimus as he looked at his new guests. “…Would you come in?”

“We would LOVE to,” replied a heavyset, red-headed man. He turned to the group. “Come on, guys,” he called. “If there’s one generalization in the multiverse, it’s that Optimus Prime is a friend to us organics.”

“So it IS a universe crossing matter!” groaned Optimus as the organics came into the base.

“Missing some people?” asked the red-head.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” replied Optimus. “Why don’t we discuss this in the conference room? Maybe you can shed some light on all of this.”

“We’d be happy to,” declared the red-head. Optimus led them to the conference room and helped them onto the table so they could sit on the chairs on top.

“Why don’t we introduce ourselves?” suggested the young Prime. “I’m Optimus Prime.”

“Prowl.”

“I’m Ironhide.”

“I am Ratchet.”

“Chromia.”

“I’m Cliffjumper.”

“Snarl.”

“Sludge.”

“I’m Slag. Please, don’t make jokes about the name, I heard them all before.”

“I’m Miles Prower, but you can call me Tails.”

“I’m Big.”

“I’m Cream. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Natalie Mayworth.”

“Trema Xarthanax of Nebulos.”

“And I’m Captain Lansworth.”

“I’m Richard Saunders,” introduced the red-head.

“I am Lukas Ackermann,” greeted a man wearing glasses.

“Me llamo Xiomara Elizondo,” (I call myself Xiomara Elizondo) called a woman in a green dress.

“M-m-my name’s F-Flora N-N-Nightly,” stammered a blue-haired girl in a school girl’s outfit with purple petticoats. She looked terrified. Xiomara put her hand on Flora’s shoulder to calm her.

“I am Usagi Tsukino I, Neo Queen Serenity,” greeted a blonde woman with her hair in two buns and ponytails.

“Bashoon Barmek,” introduced the green woman. “Goblin of the Under-realm. Ensign aboard the Realmfleet skyship, Endeavor. Serial Number: 33758.”

“Ensign, easy!” remarked a man’s torso attached to a glossy, black spider where the mouthparts and eyes should be. “I’m Lieutenant Melandra Skarenta, an Engineer for the Endeavor, and I come from the Haldebor Drider Caves of the Under-realm. Ensign Barmek is from Dwelga.”

“Sir!” hissed Bashoon, still not entirely comfortable with the situation.

“I am Hanako Royana, Queen of the entire Mid-realm and resident of the Mid-realm capital of Largandra,” introduced the Kitsune.

“Call me Gorfanth Steelhorn, an Under-realm Blacksmith of the Galdredan Lava Kingdom,” called the Minotaur in a deep, rumbly, masculine voice.

“And I am Mr. Swalmu Damfel, hailing from the Over-realm’s capital of Wysper City,” finished the grey, cloud-wearing being. Male, judging by the voice and title. He opened a fluffy-looking fan and fanned himself. “I must say, you are more hospitable than those that captured us.”

“The Decepticons have a tendency to conquer and enslave,” remarked Ironhide.

“Mr. Saunders, you said this was a matter concerning other universes,” interjected Optimus.

“I did,” replied Richard. “It’s an event called a Convergence. Our respective universes are touching each other and blending together briefly. A phenomena that occurs is people vanishing and ending up in another universe. Now, my friends and I use the ruins of the planet Vorton as our base of operations. If we can raise them, we can find all of those that went missing. If some of your friends made contact with ours, so much the better.”

“Vorton?” asked Optimus. “…Sure, Vorton.”

“It’s a myth here, isn’t it?” guessed Richard.

“Yep, and it’s just that, a myth,” insisted Ratchet.

“Once we raise them,” replied Xiomara, “you’ll be singing a different tune.”

“I certainly hope we do,” sighed Swalmu as he fanned himself. “I’m starting to feel a little homesick, and rather uncharacteristically so.”


“I WANT THOSE BOTS BACK!” roared Megatron once he returned to the moon base. He threw Thundercracker into a wall. “Doesn’t Shockwave have something?! ANYTHING!?”

“She’s come up with nothing, Lord Megatron!” gasped Thundercracker in pain.

“Then tell her to come up with something faster!!” shouted Megatron. “My Second-in-Command and Communications Officer are missing and have valuable intelligence! Optimus knows they’re missing, meaning there’s a good chance that said valuable intelligence may be put into the hands of the Autobots!” Just then, Eggman came into the room.

“My dear Megatron, splendid news awaits us!” he cheered.

“I certainly hope so!” snarled Megatron. “I’m in the midst of having a conniption over all this!”

“Then let me assure you, I have a solution to calm you and help us find our wayward soldiers!” replied Eggman. “I’ve found Metal Sonic and he’s confirmed a finding we’ve been overlooking!”

“And what, pray tell, IS that finding?” rasped Megatron.

“Recall, if you will, the particle trace Nemesis Prime had on him?” asked Eggman.

“I DO recall,” remarked Megatron. “Are you proposing that they’re in different universes?”

“I have been in contact with the one who can provide proof of that theory!” explained Eggman. “Metal Sonic contacted me from within this person’s universe. He’s waiting to be put up on the big screen.”

“Put him through,” ordered Megatron. Eggman keyed in a command and Metal Sonic’s upper torso and head appeared.

“Greetings, Megatron,” droned Metal Sonic. “I am safe and sound.”

“Metal Sonic, your creator tells me,” rumbled Megatron, “that you’re in another universe. I find myself in need of proof of that claim.”

“And you shall have it,” replied Metal Sonic. “May I present Dr. Cytanek Yavenag Borg and Adachi Hiro.” Metal Sonic stepped aside to reveal the people in question.

“Oh, not more organics,” Megatron muttered under his breath.

“Greetings,” called Hiro. “I presume the one with the large cannon on his arm is Lord Megatron?”

“I am,” grunted Megatron. “What manner of creature is the cyborg?”

“I am a Sprite,” replied Dr. Borg, “but my species is hardly the point.”

“…A Sprite?” scoffed Megatron. “What, like a Fairy?”

“Don’t confuse me for them,” hissed Dr. Borg.

“Minna-san, please,” assured Hiro. “Let’s not ignore this tremendous opportunity lying before us.” A rift then opened beneath Hiro, Dr. Borg, and Metal Sonic.

“Where did they go?!” demanded Megatron.

“Your office, it looks like,” replied Thundercracker. “The computer just detected them.” Megatron stormed to his office and found the three on his desk.

“There we go,” chuckled Hiro. “Much more private.”

“If you are finished,” hissed Megatron, “perhaps you can explain your reasons for contacting me.”

“Megatron, how would you like to be part of a vast empire?” offered Hiro.

“The Decepticon Empire is already vast,” dismissed Megatron.

“Not as vast as you think,” countered Hiro.

“Really?” remarked Megatron. “Considering the expanse of universes, at best, an Empire crossing other universes would only be able to hold one or two planets. What, pray tell, can YOU offer me?”

“How about the chance to conquer Nemesis Prime’s universe?” asked Hiro as a sly grin formed on his face.

“…I’m listening,” invited Megatron.

“Metal Sonic told me about what happened to you with an anti-universe version of Optimus,” continued Hiro. “What if I offered you the chance to find your anti-self and let you show him what power is? On top of that, I can help you find your wayward men.”

“Few things come without a price,” remarked Megatron. “What is expected of me?”

“I need your help in taking down a criminal by the name of Caan,” replied Hiro. “He’s a dangerous…” his phone interrupted him. “Oh, for the love of…!” he hissed. “Er, one minute, please.” He pressed a button. “You’re on speaker.”

“Four of our number have been taken by the Convergence!” barked a voice that sounded like it was speaking through a ring modulator.

“…Who was that?” ventured Megatron.

“One of my soldiers,” grumbled Hiro. He returned to his phone. “Bring Dr. Borg, Megatron, and myself to our fallback position.”

“I obey!” confirmed the voice. Megatron then activated the intercom.

“All hands, continue searching for our missing bots,” he ordered. “I’m going with Adachi-san to figure out how he intends to help us.”

“Understood, Lord Megatron,” called Thundercracker. “Shall I watch for any other anti-Autobots to arrive and try to mess things up?”

“Keep your sarcasm to yourself,” hissed Megatron. He switched the intercom off and turned to Hiro. “Shall we?”

“Of course,” bid Megatron. A rift opened for them and they stepped through.


“The darker ones have gathered,” observed one woman.

“As we feared,” sighed a second.

“Is there any decision?” asked a third.

“She’s coming to reply to us in person,” answered a fourth. Pink light then bloomed from a single point and blossomed into a feminine shape in a dress. The light then faded to reveal a fifth woman.

“We proceed with our plans,” she declared. “They are prepared. We shall begin.”

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Trinity Soul: Ch 2

It was another day with nothing on Megumi’s schedule. She idly flicked on the news after lunch to see her husband, Richard Saunders, in action. The news came up with Richard finishing a bit of news. “…but assures us he is in good spirits. In other news, A Mr. Mackerelempat, a Tarlaxian bus driver living here in Beyond City, has declared his intent to hold After Academy and Beyond City as his hostage and will not release them until he is paid ninety trillion studs and elected Mayor and Grand Poobah of New York City. Mr. Mackerelempat, whom school and city officials, as well as a good number of the student body and citizens, say is not playing with a full deck, says he will not disclose the location of the school and city, but does say they have enough food and water to last for ten more days. Police have informed us that he is supposed to be on medication to deal with his current mental issues and it has been discovered he had stopped taking his medication about three days ago.” Just then, Richard read something more on the teleprompter. “This just in; another ransom note has been found with further demands from Mr. Mackerelempat. He is demanding two Christmases each year and a hug from Mommy every night. The note has been traced and Mr. Mackerelempat has been located. A single Police Officer has managed to get him to come out peacefully and he is being treated for his mental issues as we speak, thanks to the Police Officer calling the necessary doctors. In local news, library officials are announcing amnesty on all overdue library books. They have stated that all fines on overdue library books will be forgiven if the books are returned to the newsroom within three seconds. …Three seconds? The teleprompter must need repairs.” Just then, a ton of books fell from the ceiling, burying Richard. He managed to swim his way to the top of the pile and cleared his throat before reading the news. “Library officials will be sorting through the books returned and will see if any are still missing. Now for any concerns addressing the upcoming Convergence, this WILL pass quickly. Such phenomena concerning the Convergence include people ending up in different universes involved in this event, temporary see-through images of people, and general confusion. Vorton and After Academy HAVE been identified as universes involved in this event of universes coming together. This event has been known to cause wars and spark animosity towards life-forms across universes. However, officials wish to assure everyone that such animosity WILL be prevented with this Convergence. Even if Shocker Rift intends to capitalize on this, they WILL be prevented from doing so. That is all from Multiverse News Network. Good day.” At that, Megumi switched the t.v. off. She then sat on the couch for a while, contemplating her next move.

“…Does my wedding dress still fit me?” she mused to herself. “I better check.” She was considering the upcoming anniversary of her marriage to Richard. As she pondered, the phone rang. She snapped out of her thoughts and picked it up. “Moshi moshi,” she greeted.

“Hello, Megumi!” cheered the voice on the other end. Megumi smiled as she recognized it as her husband, Richard.

“I saw your broadcast today,” she revealed.

“Yeah, about that,” remarked Richard, “Death told me that’s one of only a few things you do when I’m not around.” Megumi winced. “Something’s bothering you, what is it?”

“…X-PO, as of late,” replied Megumi. “I’ve visited counselors, talked to our friends, tried to do something to get my mind off of him, but the trial three years ago keeps creeping up!”

“I’ve been thinking about him these days too,” sighed Richard. “I still see him as our friend.”

“I do too,” moaned Megumi. “It’s just…I’ve had flashbacks from when Hiro tried to retrieve me after leaving me to the streets before Okaa-san found me and adopted me during that trial. Back then, my testimony brought a bad man to justice. Now…I feel like I’ve betrayed my best friend.”

“My testimony got X-PO locked up too,” muttered Richard. “I don’t know if my feelings match yours exactly, but I do understand where both our feelings are coming from.”

“…Maybe we need to spend some time together,” mused Megumi.

“We haven’t really done much of that lately, have we?” replied Richard. “Well, our anniversary is coming up. Maybe a trip somewhere new would help?”

“Can we also renew our vows Tarlaxian style?” asked Megumi.

“…Inspired by Scorpainia and Mechanipant’s renewal of their vows?” guessed Richard.

“Yep,” confirmed Megumi. “I was going to see if my wedding dress still fit me. Who knows, maybe I’ll still be wearing it when you get home?” There was a slight sexy purr in her voice.

“I just need to see if my tux still fits me,” Richard purred back. “I’ll see you when…” Just then, Richard’s voice abruptly stopped.

“Oh, playing a bit of hard-to-get, are we?” giggled Megumi. “…Richard? …Richard?!” A bit of panic replaced her happy mood. She dashed towards the house’s computer console and pressed a button. “Computer, gather all available data on Richard Saunders and display the current data!”

“Eyewitness accounts have reported Richard Saunders vanishing and leaving his phone behind,” reported the computer.

“The Convergence!” realized Megumi.

“The accounts support that theory,” droned the computer. “On a related note, further eyewitness accounts state that a fighter jet of advanced design is in a holding pattern above this street. Accounts also state that the jet is red and white and sport the Decepticon symbol on its wings.”

“A Decepticon above our street?!” yelped Megumi. “Not while I’m around!” She dashed into the bedroom and opened a drawer, pulling out her transformation device and putting it to her waist.

“Vortex Driver!” it announced. She then pulled out a small, blue disc and inserted it into the belt. She then struck a pose.

“Henshin!” she called. She then spun the wheel and a machine was generated that fastened armor onto her. The machine disappeared as her Rider Armor was complete. She was now Kamen Rider Royal! She dashed out of the house and looked to the sky to find the jet with the Decepticon symbol on the wings. She drew her blade, converted it to rifle mode, and fired upwards, near the jet’s nosecone. Someone squawked as the jet pulled up. Then…it confirmed Megumi’s suspicions. The nosecone and the fuselage’s underside split away from the upper part and then that assembly split in half and swung to the sides. The nosecone then rotated towards the back and flipped upwards to reveal hands. As the upper half of the fuselage and the cockpit folded to the underside of the jet, the wings rotated so the angles were pointing towards the engines. Speaking of the engines, the assembly had split away to reveal extensions and then combined again once the extensions had…well…extended. Parts of the underside folded downwards to make toes for the feet and a head popped out of the new torso. The head had red optics and an angry expression. The resulting robot landed on his feet and caused the pavement of the street to crack from the impact.

“All right, who had the nerve to try and frighten the mighty Starscream?!” bellowed the robot as rectangular canisters popped out of his upper arms and extended thin tubes.

“Okay, a bit of a disconnect there,” chuckled Royal. “In most of the realities I’ve witnessed, ‘Mighty’ and ‘Starscream’ never go together.”

“Most of the…?” stumbled Starscream before he realized what was happening. “Not more alternate universe scrap! We’re still rebuilding from that fiasco with Nemesis Prime!”

“Well, this event is beyond anyone’s control,” I remarked. “But, if you’re good, I can…”

“Forget it!” declared Starscream. “I’m not going to cooperate with fleshlings! I already deal with that stupid Eggman!”

“Eggman?” repeated Royal.

“You won’t live long enough to find out what I mean!” shrieked Starscream as he fired. Royal got out of the way with a dodge roll and swapped her i.d. tag for a new one. A trio of circles with versions of the person the i.d. tag was based off of orbited her, confusing her as, last time she saw this particular person, she only had one form.

“Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained,” shrugged Megumi as she chose one of the new forms.

“Wyldstyle True Form Steel!” called the Vortex Driver.

“True form?” repeated Royal. Her armor changed to look like Wyldstyle at the end of The Lego Movie 2: Second Part. “What in the…?!” yelped Royal as her helmet’s HUD showed what she looked like on the outside. “Wyldstyle has blue hair?! I thought it was…!” Starscream fired again, interrupting her thoughts. “I’ll ask her later!” Royal then grabbed various objects and fastened them together to make a large cannon.

“What good will THAT do you?!” laughed Starscream.

“Hopefully, a lot!” replied Royal. She fired and managed to knock Starscream back.

“Okay, that’s enough for today!” gulped Starscream as he recovered. “I’d stick around, but I’m squeamish!” He transformed back into jet mode and flew off…for a short distance. A car with hover generators then slammed onto Starscream’s back, causing him to crash. Once he landed, he transformed and got a look at the people coming out of the car. Royal saw them too and was surprised.

“…Team Dark?” she muttered. It was, indeed, Shadow the Hedgehog, Rouge the Bat, and E123-Omega. Just then, the car started changing! Arms swung out from underneath the front at the wheel wells with the hover generators becoming shoulder pads. The front then tilted downwards 90⁰ as the rear of the car pulled away from the passenger area and rotated at a waist so the spoilers became toes. The doors became wings as the top of the car became the rear of the robot as his head popped out from the front of the car. “Another Transformer?!” gulped Royal.

“Yo, Screamer!” called the new robot. “How’s it hanging?!”

“Please tell me you’re, at least, from my universe!” moaned Starscream.

“…Why, are you expecting Nemesis Prime’s version of me?” asked the robot.

“Starscream, you’re under arrest for attacking a public venue!” growled Shadow.

“Specifically, the concert I was part of!” supplied the robot. “Do you know how many people were hurt thanks to you?!”

“Thank Primus, you’re the Jazz of MY universe!” sighed Starscream. He then regained his composure. “In any event, you Black Arms runt, I am not bound by the laws of an inferior species!”

“You almost roasted everyone alive!” argued the robot, Jazz.

“Conquest is made from the ashes of one’s enemies,” dismissed Starscream.

“They were civilians!” retorted Jazz.

“They support you Autobots!” countered Starscream. “That’s enough to call them the enemy!”

“I take it you’re not coming quietly, big boy?” purred Rouge in her usual teasing manner.

“I’m not swayed by ugly organics!” hissed Starscream.

“…Big mistake!” snarled Rouge. She flew into the air and swiped Starscream’s face with her boots. Starscream howled in pain.

“ARE YOUR BOOTS DIAMOND-TIPPED?!” he squawked.

“CHAOS SPEAR!” called Shadow. He fired spear-shaped bolts of energy at Starscream’s wings and damaged them. Starscream clutched his wing and screamed in further pain.

“GRHRGH! Stupid organics!” he gasped. “Time to roast you!” He leveled his guns at the attackers.

“There’s an idea!” droned Omega. He then revealed his arsenal and aimed at Starscream.

“…Mommy!” squeaked Starscream before Omega fired. Starscream managed to find cover and fired back.

“Okay, no, this is NOT a thing I’m putting up with today!” hissed Royal as she spun the wheel on her Vortex Driver and rebuilt the cannon into a giant foot.

“Final Attack!” called the belt. Royal leapt into the air as the giant foot attached itself to her leg. As she extended her foot, Jazz was shooting at Starscream’s cover.

“RIDER ROYAL WYLDSTYLE TRUE FORM KICK!” she shouted as the foot connected with Starscream’s face. Starscream was knocked onto his rear from the impact.

“Try that again!” he snarled. “I fragging…!”

“Hey! Scrap-for-brains!” called a woman’s voice.

“WHAT NOW?!” roared Starscream as he turned around to see a giant boulder coming towards him. “…Primus save my…!” he didn’t finish his prayer as the boulder crashed into him, shattering on impact. He fell as his optics went from red to black. Jazz ran up to investigate and waved a scanner over him.

“…Huh,” he mused. “You would think that would have snuffed his Spark.”

“He’s still alive?!” gulped Royal.

“Yeah, just in stasis lock until his internal damage is repaired,” replied Jazz. “Now, the question becomes, where did that boulder come from?”

“Over here!” called the woman’s voice from before. Everyone still conscious turned to see a young woman, a man, and a dog-like woman with ten arms approach them. “Sorry for stealing your kill,” apologized the young woman, “but you looked like you were in danger, so my folks and I decided to help you out.”

“We appreciate the assistance, Ms….” thanked Royal.

“Oh, how rude of me!” the young woman hissed to herself. “Introductions! I’m Malnar Emboramii, Crown Princess of the Under-realm. This is…” The young woman, Malnar, then got a grin.

“No! Not the titles!” begged the man.

“Presenting my father, King Orbak Emboramii,” continued Malnar in an exaggerated voice, “The Ruler of All That he Sees, Keeper of the Realm’s Freedom, and He who commands kindly, but firmly!”

“What did I say about the titles thing to new people?!” grumbled the man, Orbak.

“Had to needle you, Daddy,” giggled Malnar. “Presenting his wife, my mo…”

“I’ll introduce myself, thank you,” interrupted the dog-woman in a motherly warning tone.

“Yes, Mama,” gulped Malnar.

“I’m Elmpam Emboramii, Orbak’s second wife,” introduced the dog-woman.

“My dearest Bride, did you really need to tell them that?” asked Orbak. “It almost sounds like you’re selling yourself short.”

“I assure you, I’m not, my kind Lover,” replied Elmpam.

“I take it they dote on each other?” Royal asked Malnar.

“Been doing that since I was two,” confirmed Malnar. “They married after my mother died.”

“Ah, your step-mom,” realized Royal as she cancelled her transformation.

“Yep,” replied Malnar. “And a wonderful mother to me and my sisters. Now, forgive me if I sound rude, but I didn’t catch your names.”

“Considering you introduced yourself before asking questions,” mused Jazz, “I don’t see any rudeness. I’m First Lieutenant Jazz of the Autobot Militia.”

“I’m Agent Shadow, leader of Team Dark,” growled Shadow.

“I’m Agent Rouge,” introduced Rouge as she gave a teasing wink.

“I am E123-Omega,” droned Omega.

“I’m Hishikawa Megumi,” finished Megumi, “Kamen Rider Royal.”

“Kamen Rider?!” gasped Jazz. He had a fanboyish smile on him. “I’ve met an actual Kamen Rider! My fanboy dreams have come true!” He then squeed.

“I take it the Kamen Rider franchise exists in your universe?” asked Megumi.

“Sure does!” confirmed Jazz. “I’m a huge fan!”

“Universe?” quizzed Shadow. “Are you telling me that we’re in another universe?”

“My current home of Beyond City,” explained Megumi.

“Er, are we calling the Realms ‘universes’ now?” asked Orbak.

“…I think we need to chat a bit about things,” declared Megumi. “But first…” she pulled out her phone and activated the house computer from it. “Have any Feudal Nerd Society members vanished into thin air?” she asked it.

“Affirmative,” replied the computer. “A few have been located on Vorton, but others have yet to be found.”

“Compile a list of the missing members,” Megumi commanded. The house computer did so.

“Compilation complete,” it reported as the police managed to get Starscream’s unconscious form onto a flatbed.

“Display,” ordered Megumi. The list popped up. “Let’s see, Richard, Hiroki, Tanisha, Lukas, Xiomara, Sheela, Lacey, Flora, Charline, Brenden, Death, Pestilence, Alesandro, Liam, Jason, Peach, and Usagi I. All right, we need to find them! Your Majesties, Team Dark, Mr. Jazz, let’s compare notes.”


“What do you mean Jansha just faded into thin air?!” roared Dr. Borg.

“With respect, Dr. Borg,” replied Tormo, “I don’t know how much clearer I can be. Jansha faded into thin air and we have found no magical trace.”

“Scour the Realms!” ordered Dr. Borg. “Rip cities apart if you must, but Jansha is to come back to us ALIVE!” Just then, a face popped up on the monitor. It was a male human face, and it was grinning. “Who in the depths?!” yelped Dr. Borg.

“Calm yourself,” replied the man, “I only want to talk. Specifically, I want to talk to you about this lovely lady here.” He moved aside to reveal Jansha.

“I’m okay, Dr. Borg,” assured Jansha. “This man was trying to find our universe, and no, I do NOT mean ‘Realm’.”

“Another universe?” asked Tormo. “You mean, like a different reality?”

“Exactly,” replied Jansha. “Apparently, an event is going on called a Convergence, where different realities are coming together. Hiro has an offer for us.”

“Make it quick,” Dr. Borg warned Hiro.

“What would you say,” offered Hiro, “if I offered to make you the absolute ruler of all the Realms, as you desire? No queens, no kings, no councils, just you?”

“I intend to have a ruling council in the future,” countered Dr. Borg. “Having one person make all the decisions is inefficient and unreliable.”

“Just making an offer,” assured Hiro. “Just trying to build a bridge,” he and Jansha then vanished into a blue vortex of energy and came into the same room as Dr. Borg, “between Shocker Rift and a potential ally.”

“Perhaps you can explain why you were trying to contact me in the first place,” hissed Dr. Borg once she got over her initial fright.

“The Convergence,” explained Hiro, “gives us a rare opportunity for our universes to come together and face a threat that exists in the multiverse. A very dangerous criminal called Caan has escaped my custody and intends to rip reality apart.”

“None of which is my concern,” dismissed Dr. Borg as she headed towards the door.

“That’s very short-sighted of you, Doctor!” called Hiro. Dr. Borg stopped. “Think about it. What’s to stop Caan from attacking your little band?” Dr. Borg faced Hiro again.

“Was that a threat?” she whispered.

“As I have said,” replied Hiro, “Caan is a dangerous criminal that has escaped my custody. I’m trying to bring him back, but have met with little success. However, I am merely functioning on technology and don’t have the necessary magic to expand my search.”

“So you come to me?” asked Dr. Borg. “Why should I help?”

“Jansha has told me of your little Realmfleet problem when she appeared on my vessel,” explained Hiro. “You only have one vessel, correct? I can offer you thousands, with millions of crewmembers under your direct control.”

“…That IS a good step in building a bridge between us,” mused Dr. Borg. “Shall we discuss this over dinner? You and your senior staff are invited.”

“We would be delighted,” agreed Hiro. “I just need to return to my ship. How soon can you expect us?”

“About an hour,” answered Dr. Borg.

“I’ll return in one of your hours, then. Farewell,” bid Hiro. He opened a rift and left Dr. Borg to consider things.

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Trinity Soul: Ch 1

A woman of Japanese descent looked out the balcony overlooking her backyard, contemplating what happened three years into her past. It wasn’t a pleasant memory. A robot she had trusted had revealed that she and her friends were used for his ends. He was judged to be guilty and sentenced to spend a century in prison with no parole. She sighed as she sipped her tea. She then idly looked inside to see a device she had used throughout her career as a Kamen Rider. That’s right, the woman was Megumi Hishikawa, Kamen Rider Royal/Vortex, Queen of the Feudal Nerd Society, part-time clerk at Tentallia’s Groceries, and currently a permanent student at After Academy. She had no classes, homework, or work for the day. She sighed again as she thought of X-PO’s breakdown in court. “I trusted Vortoranii to keep Vorton intact and now it’s just three rocks in space with life support! I trusted Vortech to be sensible with the Foundation Elements and he still gathered them! I trusted the F.N.S to keep to the mission and they got distracted by side quests! I trusted Elkrandek to get me out of this mess and he turns on me! This all proves one thing; trust is only going to get you killed in the long run! I was right when I first came online! Everyone and everything is just the means to an end!” That was what he declared before he was found guilty. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come in,” she called. The door opened to reveal Death, the Head of her House at After Academy.

“Just thought I’d visit,” whispered Death as she took off her shoes and set them on the mat reserved for shoes. She climbed the stairs and noticed Megumi’s current mood. “Is…everything all right?” she quizzed. She then gasped. “Has the marriage gone…?!”

“No, no,” assured Megumi. “It’s not that. I’m just…thinking about X-PO. I’ve been doing that for the past three years.”

“Oh,” realized Death. “Do you…want to talk about it?”

“What’s there TO talk about?” asked Megumi. “X-PO’s in prison and we’re still looking for Hiro. You know, Richard and I were sure he’d interrupt our wedding.”

“Maybe he decided not to be so gauche,” guessed Death.

“A bit of a stretch,” muttered Megumi. “Interrupting a wedding IS something he’d do. I mean, he interrupted Scorpainia’s…what, 37th wedding to her king? Seriously, how many times do Tarlaxians get married to the same person?”

“Depends on the Tarlaxians,” replied Death. “Besides, it helps renew their vows.”

“Fair point,” conceded Megumi. “In any case…I don’t know, maybe we’re just in a rut. Hey, you’re monitoring something called a convergence, right?”

“A Convergence,” corrected Death. “Capital C. You were sick during that lecture.”

“Could you give me the cliff-notes version of it?” asked Megumi.

“All right,” declared Death. “You know how Vortech was trying to smash every reality into one?”

“How could I forget?” muttered Megumi. “The Quad still haunts me to this day.”

“Well, a Convergence is a temporary, more stable version of that,” continued Death. “Instead of being smashed together, risking a fracturing of that reality, a few universes ease into blending with each other. Mostly, different planets will appear near the nexus planet of a universe. Er, you DO know what a nexus planet is, right?”

“The planet where the action is the hottest in that universe,” answered Megumi. “Usually, it’s what determines a universe’s physical laws and time scale. I recently wrote a paper on the subject for Lacey.”

“I take it the class was about learning how to map out a universe,” guessed Death.

“Yep,” confirmed Megumi. “So, other nexus planets will be seen from each other during the Convergence?”

“Exactly,” answered Death, “and it has caused both lasting friendships and the bloodiest of wars. The one coming up is going to throw Vorton into the mix.”

“Uh oh!” gulped Megumi. “I don’t think any nexus planet will like seeing Vorton’s ruined state hanging near them!”

“Well, no, but I’d concern myself with Shocker Rift,” suggested Death. “They’re sure to capitalize on the Convergence.”

“Hiro’s already got new recruits,” muttered Megumi darkly. “Who knows what kind of vile fiends he obtained!”


“…Is this some kind of joke?!” roared Adachi Hiro, the leader of the interdimensional terrorist group, Shocker Rift. Ambassador Hell, his current second in command, rolled his eyes. “I sent you to get the most fearsome people in that universe and what do you bring back?! A midget dressed like a Roman Soldier with a black ball for a head and no mouth, a walking, shaggy, red carpet with tennis shoes, an overweight witch, and some midget cowboy that’s all red moustache?!”

“You were the one who picked L-0-0-N-3-Y-T-U-N-3-5!” argued Ambassador Hell. “We NEED the soldiers!” Hiro snarled…then sighed. After the fiasco with the Sources three years ago, he couldn’t afford to be picky.

“All right, let’s get this over with,” he grumbled. He produced a clipboard and approached the midget Roman Soldier. “Commander X-2: Marvin of Mars, what do you have to offer?”

“Only the incredible technology of the Martian Empire,” replied Marvin the Martian. “Isn’t that delightful?”

“Fine, fine,” muttered Hiro. “Welcome to Shocker Rift.” He approached the red, hairy monster. “Gossamer, what can you offer?” The monster, Gossamer, punched his hand and cracked his knuckles. “We can always use a little muscle. Welcome to Shocker Rift.” He then turned to the witch. “Witch Hazel, what can you offer?”

“I have quite the magical repertoire,” offered Witch Hazel.

“Splendid, a counter for Elphaba,” mumbled Hiro. “Welcome to Shocker Rift.” Last, but not least, was the short cowboy. “Yosemite Sam, what can you offer?”

“I’m the roughest, toughest, rip-roarin’-est, Edward Everett Horton-est hombre whatever packed a six-shooter! That’s who I am!” shouted Sam as he fired some shots.

“Wonderful, a sharp-shooter,” muttered Hiro. “Welcome to Shocker Rift. All right, Ambassador Hell, take them to orientation.” Ambassador Hell grumbled, but obeyed. Marvin ran his eyes up and down the Dalek Operator at the helm.

“Didn’t I see you in Area 52?” he asked.

“Must have been an older model Dalek!” replied the Dalek Operator. Marvin shrugged before rejoining the group.

“I’ll be in my ready room,” muttered Hiro to the Dalek Operator. “Keep the ship steady.”

“I obey!” obliged the Dalek Operator. Hiro entered his ready room and flopped into the chair, dejected. After a few minutes of staring off into space, the door chime rang.

“Come in,” he mumbled. The door opened to reveal Igura, a woman he had married a year ago. “You’re always a welcome sight,” he greeted as he sat up. He offered his lap. Igura sat down and wiggled a little to get comfy. “What can I do for you?”

“I think I have something that can give us better soldiers,” she purred.

“Do tell,” invited Hiro.

“A Convergence is about to occur,” she explained. “Vorton’s involved. One of the universes being blended with Vorton is one where one of Megumi’s allies dwells and it has more to offer than just the ally’s main nemesis.”


A pair of robots were button-mashing controllers built for them. They were laughing at the game they were playing. “That girl should NOT be twerking!” laughed the red robot in a young man’s voice.

“That girl shouldn’t EXIST!” replied the purple and black robot in a young woman’s voice. “I wish the developers didn’t code her!”

“This is the kind of game,” continued the red robot, “where I’m like ‘UGH! I can’t fragging take anymore!’ and I look on my chronometer and we’ve only played for, like, one and a half cycles!” The robots were laughing again. “Please, no more!” mocked the red one before noticing his companion’s character. “Blackarachnia, why do you have that gun?”

“It freezes fairies,” replied the female robot, Blackarachnia.

“It freezes fairies,” repeated the red robot, Optimus Prime. “That’s the ONLY thing it does! It doesn’t do anything else.”

“Who cares about the cats? Who cares about the bats?” chuckled Blackarachnia as her character shot at various enemies with the gun. “See? The cats don’t care.”

“It ONLY targets mice,” laughed Optimus. “That is, in all probability, the most racist gun ever!” That earned a laugh from both of them.

“Look, it doesn’t even damage the…” Blackarachnia trailed off as she saw an object bouncing in, “…bouncing future buttball?” The two Autobots then realized what she said.

“Buttball?!” they both repeated in laughing unison.

“In the future,” continued Blackarachnia through her laughter, “they decided football wasn’t…” her character was then hit. “Um, frack that knight!” she snapped before a shot on screen killed her character. “Are…are you serious right now?!” she howled.

“Did you just get…?!” yelped Optimus.

“The guy…I just got fracking ganked!” shouted Blackarachnia.

“Hey, guys!” called a voice. Optimus and Blackarachnia turned their heads to see Sonic and Ultra Magnus coming up. “What are you playing?” asked Sonic.

“Just some Tales of Whimsica XIII,” explained Blackarachnia.

“There IS a certain problem of Deceptive Constructs! Hint, hint!” hissed Ultra Magnus.

“Dude, we’ve got intelligence reports saying that the Decepticons are still repairing the Nemesis after Nemesis Prime’s stunt three weeks ago,” replied Optimus. “They’re still five weeks out. We’ve been running drills every day. Even PROWL can find an excuse to relax!”

“Got room for another player?” asked Sonic.

“Just grab a controller and pick your character!” replied Optimus. Ultra Magnus sighed.

“I can’t understand why you want to play a fantasy game,” he muttered, “when your LIVES are already fantastic.”

“Is…that a futuristic football?!” yelped Sonic when he started playing.

“No, it’s a buttball,” replied Blackarachnia.

“Oh, Primus, the spiky dudes!” gulped Optimus as spiky enemies swarmed the screen.

“Chaos, they’re mobbing us!” swore Sonic as Ultra Magnus left the room.

“I just imagined our dudes as mobsters surrounded by them,” laughed Blackarachnia. Sonic and Optimus joined in her laughter. “I’m sorry, Valentino!” she continued in a mobster goon’s voice. “I tried my best!”

“I told you to do a clean job,” replied Optimus in another mobster impression, “…and you FRACKED it up! There’s spiky dudes EVERYWHERE!”

“There…is Fat Tony…all OVER this place!” supplied Sonic in another Mobster impression as his character exploded. “There’s just PIECES of Fat Tony!”

“Might as well call this FAT TONY’S!” declared Optimus.

“God rest his soul!” wished Blackarachnia.

“God rest his soul!” agreed Sonic and Optimus.

“I really respected him, but, you know, he didn’t pay,” continued Optimus.

“He went on a dating website AS Fat Tony,” chuckled Blackarachnia. “Blew his cover.” The trio continued laughing as they played.


A gunmetal grey robot was at his workstation, trying to make sense of what happened three weeks ago with his ship while he was off-planet. He stared at the ceiling of his office, growling all the while. His thoughts were interrupted by the door chime. “Enter,” he rumbled. An enormously fat man with a beaky nose and busy moustache floated in on his personal transport.

“Megatron, my friend!” cheered the human. “I trust your new workstation suits your needs?”

“It’s…adequate, Eggman,” remarked Megatron.

“Then, if I can be of any further assistance,” declared Dr. Eggman, “I’m just a call away!”

“I need a report on the Nemesis’ repairs,” growled Megatron.

“…We’re still 37.5% done on repairs, per Shockwave’s original predictions,” sighed Eggman. Megatron glared at him. “I’m sorry, Megatron, but Nemesis Prime was thorough in nearly totaling the ship! We’re using all of our available resources to fix the thing! If I made better repair bots now, it would be next to impossible to get new supplies!”

“Isn’t there ANYTHING you can do?!” snarled Megatron.

“Well, MAYBE if you didn’t send that Galvatron character down to Mobius to settle his business,” replied Eggman. “What’s he doing down there anyway?!”

“That doesn’t concern you yet!” dismissed Megatron.

“I say it DOES!” hissed Eggman. “You know, I’m getting a little sick and tired of Decepticons coming and going without a word! Maybe I should make a house rule that you lot need to sign your name on a time-sheet before leaving!”

“Mind your tongue, fleshling!” roared Megatron as he leveled his fusion cannon at Eggman.

“How about you mind your vocal processors?!” replied Eggman as he activated a large cannon and brought it level to Megatron’s fusion cannon. They stayed in that position for a while until both lowered their weapons. “Now,” continued Eggman, “I DO require something from the Decepticons.”

“Name it quickly,” grumbled Megatron.

“I need a communications terminal,” explained Eggman.

“Shockwave will see to it,” declared Megatron.

“A private communications terminal, separate from all channels except the ones I personally program,” continued Eggman. “I also require Soundwave to not monitor the terminal as I make my calls.”

“Why all the secrecy?” asked Megatron. “Who are you going to talk to?”

“That’s not relevant to you,” remarked Eggman. He departed Megatron’s office at that.

“…No, of course, it’s not!” hissed Megatron.


A dark-skinned woman was tapping her foot under her pink skirts. Her nine tails twitched whenever her drumming fingers made contact with her arm. “Where is she?” she grumbled as she took her rose hairpiece out of her bun and fastened it to her waist while her irritation increased. She was unaware of the creaking of wood approaching her, even though she was in a base surrounded by ice and snow.

“Problem, Captain?” asked a low, grandfatherly voice. The woman jumped and whirled around to see a tree-like giant towering over her. She calmed down once she recognized the creature.

“Oak, I know you recommended Denstra as your replacement,” muttered the woman, Arsha Royana, “but this is no way to start a job on my ship!”

“The shuttle is probably delayed,” rumbled Oak, the now retired Dryad Officer on the Endeavor.

“And it all could have been avoided if we met her in the Under-realm!” argued Arsha. “But she had to insist on taking a shuttle here, going to show how much…!” She then drew in a breath and exhaled slowly. “I’ve heard things about Denstra from all over Realmfleet that I don’t know what to make of her.”

“Don’t be hasty,” advised Oak. “I’m sure Commander Welmeva has her reasons for taking a shuttle.”

“They better be good reasons,” muttered Arsha. “With Dr. Borg coming back, we need help quickly.”


“Status of tri-alpha matrix?” requested a blue-skinned, winged, cyborg woman.

“Stable, Mother,” replied a feminine robot with a red pentagon for a face.

“All tests ready, Dr. Borg,” reported a small, big-eared, large-nosed, green skinned man.

“Splendid,” praised Dr. C. Y. Borg. “Adjust settings to 3.7.”

“Adjusting settings,” confirmed the robot, Jansha.

“Neural activity increased three-fold,” reported the small man, Tormo. “Dr. Borg, with current standards, the risk of burnout may have increased.”

“Don’t tell me you’re worrying so much about…!” hissed Jansha. The sparks leaping from the machine being tested interrupted her. She checked her station. “…Total burnout on all circuits!” she wailed. “It’s ruined!”

“Trace the fault’s origin,” directed Dr. Borg, “and give me documentation on everything we’ve done thus far. We need to figure out what went wrong.”

“Oh dear,” snarked Tormo. “Back to square 1. Two days wasted. You could have stayed in your recharge pod, Jansha.”

“Bite me, you green-skinned, gold-hoarding halfling!” snapped Jansha. That did it!

“Get melted, you malfunctioning garbage can!” replied Tormo. The two pounced on each other and it was a battle of flesh and steel!

“That’s enough, both of you!” shouted Dr. Borg. They stopped fighting and looked at Dr. Borg. “Jansha, one does not let themselves fall to anger that quickly. Tormo, you should know better than to insult your colleague. Now, trace the fault’s origin.” She turned and walked away.


Meanwhile, beyond all realities, a conference was going on. “…It’s happening,” mused one woman.

“Should we send them?” asked another.

“It only makes sense,” replied the first.

“Let us hope they’re receptive to it,” muttered a third. “The last time this happened, the previous ones were content to kill each other.”

“Not this time,” assured the first. “We have enough that will agree to the terms we set out.”

“Then it’s agreed?” asked a fourth.

“It is agreed,” declared all four.

“I’ll tell her to prepare them,” declared the second.