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Weaver’s Journey Finale

We had maintained a holding pattern for 150 years in Hell. As usual, we got our information by probe. This day, the probe showed Nemesis Prime charging Intrag’s sword with the dark powers he learned from Primacron’s dark half, Unicron. They were going to try to make a portal out of Hell. Meanwhile, Dr. Borg was cuddling with her spouses as Igura and Hana made an image of Megumi out of rocks. Hiro raised a stick as a sword. “And so, it’s come to this, my greatest enemy!” he said to the rocks. “You’re finished, Kamen Rider Royal! THIS…is the final fight!” He then swung the stick at the rocks and scattered them.

“Hush, simpleton!” hissed Dr. Borg. “I want to see how badly this flops!” Intrag raised the sword.

“COLUKAS!” he shouted as he swung down. The swing made an energy wave that opened a rip in mid-air, but it closed itself. Intrag and the Terrorcons roared in fury. “I! WILL NOT! BE DENIED!”

“Why don’t you face it?” sighed Dr. Borg. “It’s going to fail again, like your previous attempts!”

“At least Intrag and I attempt to free us from this prison!” snarled Nemesis Prime. “I won’t sit idly by and listen to Hiro’s inane ramblings for another decade! And the way you chew-!”

“Hey, I keep my mouth shut!”

“I was referring to your wings fluttering every time your jaws break down your food!”

“They do NOT!”

“Okay,” I muttered, “I’ve heard enough. Order the probe to decloak.”

On the surface, as Dr. Borg and Nemesis Prime were arguing, the probe revealed itself and startled them. Their yelps attracted everyone’s attention and Hiro arched an eyebrow. “Looks like a Borg device,” he said.

“It most certainly is NOT one of mine!” grunted Dr. Borg.

“Not you! There’s a collective of cyborgs made from different races called the Borg. They’re usually found in Star Trek universes.” It was then they noticed the shadow of the Imperium.

“Above us!” called Jansha. Everyone looked up to see my ship. I then appeared in front of them.

“A thing of beauty, ain’t it?” I chuckled. “The first of its class. The Lords’ flagship.”

“Who are you?!” demanded Hiro.

“I thought the Japanese consider it rude to ask questions before you introduce yourself. Not that it will do you much good, Adachi Hiro. I know all your names and stories. Hiro, your wife, Igura, was killed by Skaro Daleks after Caan freed them. She was pregnant with your daughter. Dr. Cytanek Yavenag Borg, you, your spouses, and fellow councilors drained your gods and destroyer in a bid to use their Divine Mana to become gods yourself, but Arsha and her lovers stopped that and ended the Final War. King Intrag Emboramii, Oyed abandoned you after just one mishap and left you to languish here. Nemesis Prime, formerly known as Miles Prower of Moebius, you and your Terrorcons were killed during Unicron’s rule over Mobius. I’m guessing you all want out.”

“After seeing our gods here,” remarked Nemesis, “yeah, we do.”

“And you claim to have that way out?” asked Intrag.

“Don’t take his offer!” urged Hiro. “It’s still a Borg ship! He’s probably their new Locutus!”

“Hardly, I’m the ‘Queen’ of this mini-collective,” I replied.

“…Why’s your skull normal?”

“I just needed a neural transceiver to give order to chaos.”

“You seem familiar with us,” remarked Intrag, “but we’re at a disadvantage in that we don’t know your name.”

“Then let me even the playing field,” I replied. “I am Khan, the Author.” Hiro and Igura’s eyes goggled.

“Anansi’s student?!” asked Igura.

“The very same.” A slight lie, but they don’t need to know my Kaminoan origins.

“Who is Anansi?” asked Dr. Borg.

“I thought he was just an old Mazuri myth,” remarked Nemesis. Hiro and Igura looked at him in confusion. “Africa became Mazuri both in my old universe and in the universe I died in.”

“He is no myth,” I said with distaste. “After he tried to keep me from the Tome, we parted company. The Lords, the mini-Collective I now command, were the Tome Guardians.”

“So the Tome exists as well,” purred Igura.

“And it’s in my possession,” I warned. “Now, to business. You want out and I want troops.”

“How will fighting your battles benefit us in the long run?” asked Intrag.

“I offer a new multiverse that you lot can rule over as immortals. Giving you the unageing and invulnerable bodies is an easy task (I can use the Tome for that), but I need the Sources of the Apocalypse and Flourishment as well as the Master Wand, Mirror of Reality, and Time Amethyst to make you full gods and to rewrite the multiverse’s history. You will have to decide how that history goes first.”

“Will our enemies be involved in that new history?” asked Nemesis.

“Not if you don’t want them to.” Everyone grinned.

“Say goodbye forever, Optimus Prime and Megatron!” cheered Nemesis.

“I was denied the chance to see the multiverse for a thousand years,” said Hana, “and I’m not about to waste this chance!”

“I’m eager to finally bring Megumi Hishikawa to heel!” chuckled Hiro.

“Godhood was our original goal,” purred Dr. Borg, “and wiping Arsha out will be a bonus!”

“And I will enjoy disposing of the Divine Ones and Oyed!” laughed Intrag. “We have a bargain!”

“Excellent!” I cheered. “Tell me, have you all heard of New Mordor and Shocker Umbra?”

“Yeah, we did,” shuddered Hiro. “The Oni read about them with the morning announcements during our sharing circles.”

“Not one more sob story!” groaned Yulduk.

“Well, I have them as allies,” I explained. “With you lot, we’ll have enough commanders to accomplish our goals.”

“Then let’s get to it!” cheered Igura.

“Hold it!” warned Hiro as a thought entered his head. “You aren’t gonna assimilate us, are you?”

“Do you want to be?” I asked innocently.

“Not really.”

“Then no. We only assimilate those who WANT to be assimilated. You guys are safe. First things first, though, you all need ships.” I then wrote a passage into the Tome and read it aloud. “‘When the Tome snapped shut, the Scorpion, a Shocker Rift saucer, and a red ship of an odd design appeared next to the Imperium.’”

“Ah, a Tome demonstration, hm?” guessed Dr. Borg. I nodded and closed the Tome. When the Tome snapped shut, the Scorpion, a Shocker Rift command saucer, and a red ship of an odd design appeared next to the Imperium.

“That ship came from Primacron’s old universe, Terrorcons,” I explained. “It’s a Genocide-class planet destroyer, the prototype Unicron and the last of its class. The cannon on the front fires a beam of destructive energy into the planet’s core and shatters the world.”

“You call it what you like,” chuckled Nemesis as he rubbed his hands, “I call it the Hellfire!”

“I’ll send some more crewmates to the ship,” I offered. “The Hellfire needs a crew of 80 to man it. You all should be getting all the access codes right now.”

“Got them!” said Nemesis. He then activated his comms. “Nemesis Prime to Hellfire, seven to beam directly to the bridge!” They vanished in red light.

“I’m familiar with that type of saucer,” remarked Hiro. “It’s a Raider-class saucer, designed for hit and run tactics, but can be used as a command ship in a pinch. Crew complement is 60. I think I’ll call it the Dominion.” He tested out his old command codes. “…Still works! Hiro to Dominion, three to beam aboard!” Hiro, Igura, and Hana vanished in blue light.

“And the Scorpion still works as it did in the past,” I assured Dr. Borg. “There’s already a crew from the Realms waiting for you all.” Dr. Borg made a call.

“Dr. Borg to Scorpion,” she said, “11 to beam aboard.” They all vanished in the usual orange light of a teleport spell. I then called my ship.

“Author to Imperium,” I said, “one to beam up.” I returned to my ship and our little fleet left Hell. I then made it so that those I rescued had bodies unable to die or age. They thanked me for their return to life and a chance to see the multiverse. I assured them that it was no bother. As our ships came into contact with New Mordor and Shocker Umbra, I outlined the plan. Thanks to the security surrounding the Master Wand, the Mirror of Reality, and the Time Amethyst, it will take decades to enact. Time, however, is not an issue. In time, I WILL become the Author of All Reality!

Weaver's Journey

Weaver’s Journey 9

The hidden probe followed the group of villains as they were given a tour of the Oni’s castle. “And this here,” cheered a red woman in a yellow dress as they reached a large room, Ral Turgyt, “is our ballroom!”

“It’s where we host our daily balls,” explained a blue man in red dress, Tor Uroguf. “You can never go wrong with having skirts rustle up to one another!”

“If you lot are good,” suggested Tan Kelgyt, “we’ll let you dance with us!”

“Yay,” muttered Hiro. He looked to his wife and child, then to the Terrorcons, then to Intrag. Just then, the lights went off.

“What the?!” spluttered Yem Mefguf. “Argh, the lights! I swear!” He turned sweetly to the villains. “Don’t go away,” he said. “Rally and I will be right back!”

“Jat Kuttaw, you and your copies see to it that our guests are all right,” Ral Kelqen directed the butler’s red-skinned, blue-wearing, right-side monocle using copy.

“Very good, Ma’am,” replied Jat Kuttaw. As the masters of the castle left, the butler looked to the villains. “Tea?” he asked.

All the two Oni’s parts came together into their greater black forms to investigate the power failure. “I swear!” growled Yemtorpai.

“Don’t do that,” chided Rallamtan. “It’s a bad habit.” They made their way to the fuse box and checked it. “…That’s funny. Nothing’s tripped. Everything is fully on.”

“Did someone cut the wires?” muttered Yemtorpai. He pulled his phone out of his parasol and tried to call someone. “What the?! No signal?!”

“Wait, if there’s no signal-!” gasped Rallamtan. Yemtorpai realized what was going on.

“THE ANKLE BRACELETS!” the two Oni yelped.

“So, are we just standing here with our thumbs up our noses?” grunted Lord Dominator as she idly twirled part of her hair.

“Looks that way,” remarked Hiro’s daughter, Hana.

“Might I advise something?” offered Jat Kuttaw.

“What’s that?” asked Igura.

“I would advise NOT going down below to the dungeon and NOT removing your ankle bracelets in the process. I would also advise you, once you do NOT go to the dungeon, do NOT turn left and open the armory where your weapons are currently stored. I would also advise AGAINST fighting me and my duplicates to make the act more convincing until you do NOT regain your weaponry.” Even the slowest of villains got that hint. Hiro grinned as the butler’s other duplicates arrived, getting into fighting stances.

“Away we go!” called Hiro. That was all the villains needed to attack the butler. During the fight, the ankle bracelets came off. Once they were freed of those devices, they all dashed to the dungeon and found the armory.

Rallamtan and Yemtorpai found their butler’s individual selves sprawled all over the ballroom. They quickly brought all the selves together into Jatturlan Najkutlentawyug. “Jatturlan, what’s happened?!” asked Yemtorpai.

“I’m afraid the fiends took advantage of the power outage,” replied Jatturlan, “and took down all my copies while disposing of their ankle bracelets. They managed to get the location of their weapons from me and left me to suffer alone!”

“The Villain Vault!” hissed Rallamtan. As the Oni trio dashed to the armory, Rallamtan and Yemtorpai changed their dresses into what looked like a cross between a military person’s kit and clothes and samurai armor complete with oni masks. They drew their kanabō and increased their speed.

The three oni arrived at the armory too late. The villains had regained their weapons and those that were shrunken had regained their original sizes. That bit applied to Primacron, Starscream and his Trine, and six of the Terrorcons. Nemesis Prime simply plugged himself into the purple car. “Time to see if it still works!” he chuckled. “Nemesis Prime, TRANSFORM!” The car changed shape and assumed the form of a massive purple robot with the organic pilot concealed in an orange canopy. “Still fits!” cheered Nemesis Prime.

“Now, those letters,” recalled Hiro, “said we should thank the one who gave us the opportunity.”

“What letters?!” demanded Rallamtan.

“They’re referring,” explained Jatturlan, “to the letters my real employer sent out to inform them on how to regain their power.”

“Did you cut the power?” asked Saruman.

“Indeed, Mr. Saruman.”

“You bastard!” snarled Yemtorpai. “You gave the wolves their fangs back!”

“We prefer snakes to wolves,” chuckled Primacron.

“I’ve split the skulls of both!” growled Rallamtan as she readied her kanabō. “They explode all the same!”

“I say, madam,” warned Jatturlan as he held a kunai to her throat, “would you terribly mind lowering your kanabō?”

“You’re gonna regret this betrayal!” snarled Yemtorpai.

“I think not. You see, my employer has promised that, in exchange for betraying you, I would take over this sector of Hell.”

“…About that,” remarked Starscream. Everyone leveled their weapons as Jatturlan.

“You can’t be serious!”

“Come on! What did you expect? It’s what our letters promised.”

“That was NOT the bargain! I gave you your weapons’ location in exchange for power! You surrender yourselves to me and I command an empire!”

“Ah, yes, not so good a bargain. How about this one? My army, my empire!”

“About that!” snarled Lord Dominator. Everyone then pointed their weapons to Starscream, who had the nerve to be surprised!

“Why you beef-witted, five-faced scrubs! Khan promised me an empire!”

“Khan?!” yelped Yemtorpai. Everyone then heard a dog barking. It was a little chihuahua that had found her master.

“Why in the Pit is there a chihuahua here?!” demanded Starscream.

“She’s our Hellhound!” explained Rallamtan and Yemtorpai. The chihuahua’s head then expanded and clamped her jaws around Starscream’s hand. After a struggle, Starscream pulled the dog off and realized his hand was missing. There was only one thing he could do in that instance…scream in horror. At that scream, there was the biggest brouhaha among villains ever! Hiro and his family rolled their eyes and made their way out of the fight and up the stairs. The Terrorcons, Dr. Borg and her fellows, and Intrag followed them as their letters gave them different instructions in finding a way out. After their attempts, I would swoop in and rescue them.

Aboard the Imperium, I smirked. “We’re almost there,” I chuckled.

“Incoming transmissions from New Mordor and Shocker Umbra’s base of operations,” reported the Collective.

“Put them through,” I replied. Gorshagh and Metaltron appeared on screen.

“Khan, we’ve made our decision,” said Metaltron with a smile.

“We’re in!” supplied Gorshagh.

“Excellent,” I praised. “I’ll call you when I need you. For now, I need to wait until our last batch of allies is ready. See you when everything’s set.”

“Understood,” replied Metaltron. The call then ended.

“Maintain cloaked holding pattern,” I ordered the Imperium as the probe followed Hiro’s group out of the cul-de-sac and into the wasteland surrounding it. “We wait until they’re near the end of their rope.

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Pai Mefkeh and Tor Yekguf

This is the second blue and yellow pair of Yemtorpai.

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Tor Yekkeh and Pai Mefguf

This is the first blue and yellow pair of Yemtorpai.

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Yem Mefkeh and Tor Uroguf

This is the second red and blue pair for Yemtorpai

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Tor Urokeh and Yem Mefguf

This is the first red and blue pair of Yemtorpai.

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Yem Yekkeh and Pai Uroguf

The second red and yellow pair of Yemtorpai.

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Pai Urokeh and Yem Yekguf

The first red and yellow pair of Yemtorpai.

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Lam Turgyt and Tan Kelqen

The second blue and yellow pair of Rallamtan

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Tan Kelgyt and Lam Turqen

The first blue and yellow pair of Rallamtan.