We finally reached a dark and evil place in Metropolis, filled to the brim with moans and screams of innocent people. Green energy walls were set up, with the LexCorp symbol. Three Orcs in complete armor and carrying spears stood guard at the gate, one of them looking nervous. “I think I heard something that time!” yelped the nervous Orc.
“You didn’t hear anything!” snarled the second Orc.
“…There, Ma!” called the first Orc to the second. “Don’t you hear it?!”
“Yes,” hissed the Orc mother, testily, “I heard a prisoner’s blood hitting the ground!”
“Sounds like bats!” stammered the nervous Orc.
“Bats aren’t made of liquid!” growled the Orc mother. “Bats don’t drip!”
“Bat water!” cried the nervous Orc.
“There are no bats!” shouted the third Orc.
“You don’t know that, Dad!” protested the nervous Orc. “What if you’re wrong?!”
“Okay, let’s assume your mother and I are wrong,” snarled the Orc father. “Let’s assume there ARE bats. So what? You’re wearing state of the art Orc armor! It’s designed to take heavy damage and deflect whatever these things shoot.” He gestured to the gun he had confiscated from a police officer. “What can a flying five-ounce rodent possibly do to you?”
“…So, you’re saying there ARE bats!” gulped the nervous Orc. His mother face palmed.
“Sure, let’s go with that,” she snarled.
“I’m getting out of here!” cried the nervous Orc.
“No, you’re not!” snarled his mother. “Sauron told us to guard this gate, so we’re guarding this gate!”
“At least, let us get near a light source!” begged the nervous Orc.
“That would involve moving,” growled his father, “and go against our stone-faced ‘no moving’ guard policy!”
“But the light-”
“-would help us see the bats!”
“And their fangs!”
“…Hey, you know what else loves cities?” asked the Orc son. “Birds!”
“You little turd!” growled the father, getting as nervous as his son. “Why would you mention birds to me and your mother?!”
“I’m just saying…” the Orc son didn’t complete his sentence as a batarang knocked all three out. We stepped out of our hiding place and opened the gate. What we saw was horrible. People were being tortured, dangled off the towers, and trying to escape the Orcs.
“It looks like they’ve turned this place into a prison!” gulped Wyldstyle.
“Sauron will enslave all of mankind,” hissed Gandalf as he looked at the top of Barad-dûr.
“Not on my watch!” promised Batman. That’s when an eye made of flame and shadow appeared at the top of the fortress.
“I…SEE…YOU!” called Sauron. “Locate help from Foundation Prime!” A portal opened to drop a giant elephant like creature with four tusks instead of two. It had some sort of transport on its back and had red and black war paint on its front. It had two devices, one on its front left leg and one on its rear left leg. It had two four-barreled gun turrets on its left side and had Orcs, Combatmen, goons in two colored suits and roller skates, and Vortexons riding it. That’s when a man with a scarred left face and a suit in two colors on each half came up from the mount.
“Well, well!” chuckled the man in a voice that went from normal to raspy. “If it isn’t our old friend, Batman!”
“Two-Face!” snarled Batman.
“Where did you get the Oliphaunt?” I asked.
“And what have you done to that poor beast?!” demanded Gandalf.
“Given it a facelift!” answered Two-Face. “Would you be interested in one?”
“I doubt it!” replied Gandalf.
“You know,” mused Seeker, “there’s a tough choice here. Either you leave and we proceed to Sauron, or you stay and we kick your rear. Both choices have very good benefits for us. If you leave, it makes our job easier. If you stay, we beat you and gain satisfaction. Such a hard choice!” She was grinning under her helmet, I just know it.
“Then let me help you choose!” called Two-Face. He pulled out a coin. “Heads or Tails?”
“Harvey, no!” pleaded Batman.
“Ooh, Tails!” called Wyldstyle.
“Wyldstyle, no!” protested Seeker, whatever plan she had crumbling apart. Two-Face flicked the coin into the air.
“Don’t worry,” assured Wyldstyle. “I get this right almost half the time.” Two-Face caught the coin and put it on his left hand. He got a look at it.
“Sorry, it’s heads!” answered Two-Face.
“What does heads mean?” asked Wyldstyle, dreading the answer.
“That you lose YOURS!” replied Two-Face.
“It’s a two-headed coin!” snarled Seeker. “One side is ruined while the other side is fine! You would have lost anyway!”
“Even picking heads isn’t a guarantee of winning,” continued Batman.
“Oh, that poor Oliphaunt!” wailed Gandalf. “Something needs to be done about this!” The Oliphaunt turned to have its left side face us. Enemy forces then surrounded us and attacked. We had to fight them off as we got closer to the Oliphaunt. It fired two beams of light to freeze us in our place. Ichigō used his legs to break the ice that surrounded us.
“Agh!” roared Two-Face. “That’s the last time we deal with Mr. Freeze!” The Oliphaunt then used its trunk to toss a car at us.
“I think we can use parts from that truck to help us!” called Wyldstyle.
“Royal! Arch!” yelled Batman. “I’ll need some help getting the parts!”
“Got it!” I replied. We were still in Batman Steel, thank goodness. We fired our grapple guns at the grill of the truck and yanked it off. It revealed a Keystone transmitter!
“The Elemental Keystone should help us get closer to that…elephant looking…thing!” figured Wyldstyle.
“It’s called an Oliphaunt!” I corrected.
“Elemental Keystone, activate!” announced Gandalf. “Element of fire, Tarantulas!”
“Fire?!” spluttered Tarantulas.
“Don’t be a baby!” I snapped. “It won’t hurt!” A red aura surrounded Tarantulas. He was confused, then summoned a fireball. His optics lit up in glee.
“These ‘Keystones’ you lot use,” he cackled, “shall prove quite useful!” He tossed fireballs at the enemy.
“Element of lightning, Royal!” announced Gandalf. While Tarantulas kept the enemy off my back, I fired a lightning stream at the electric coils attached to the Oliphaunt’s bracelets. It stumbled in fright as the bracelets exploded, along with the freeze turrets. “Easy, my friend,” said Gandalf. “No one is going to harm you now.”
“I’m afraid that’s not true,” oozed a venomous, female voice. That’s when something sharp penetrated my back and pumped ooze into me. I felt my mouth forming spit. My vision went dark. The last thing I felt was my suit turning off before I lost total consciousness.
That treacherous Predacon cackled as he extracted the needle from Megumi’s back! She fell, as did the Oliphaunt. As it fell, Two-Face fell into a portal that opened for him. The Oliphaunt lost consciousness as hairy spider legs pulled their owner’s fat, bulbous body up. It had something infectious covering a few of the eyes on the left. The massive spider, easily three times the size of the spiders we fought on the way here, had a dripping maw under its set of four fangs. If I were a betting girl, I’d put money on this spider carrying the name Shelob. What surprised me was that she spoke. “So,” she whispered, as she walked over the Oliphaunt’s body, “you thought to squash us as if we were small house spiders?”
“Never turn your back on a spider!” cackled Tarantulas. “They tend to be venomous!”
“I can’t believe my smaller cousins said that you would feed them for a while,” chuckled Shelob, referring to me.
“Why do you guys pick on my twin sister more than me?!” protested Guard. “I’m not exactly Mister Skinny myself!”
“Not nearly enough of a meal for the two of us,” muttered Shelob. Guard gave off a scoff.
“My dear Shelob,” called Tarantulas, “dinner is served.” He presented Megumi to her.
“Now, her,” chuckled Shelob, “with her in my gullet, you’ll be aimless without her! That is feast enough!” She made a move to get her, but my fencing foil just missed her eyes.
“Get away from her, you filth!” I hissed.
“I seem to have forgotten your name,” asked Shelob.
“Kamen Rider Touché!” I replied as I swapped the Batman i.d tag for my own. “En Garde, thing of evil!” I turned to my friends. “Take care of Tarantulas! Shelob’s mine!” I swung my foil at one of her eyes. She screeched and covered it with one of her pedipalps, using the other to try and keep me at bay. She then ignored the pain and leapt at me. I turned away and climbed up a prison wall, throwing an Orc at her. She knocked it aside as I tumbled down her back. I landed on the ground while Shelob kept to the high ground. She then did something that she never did in Middle-Earth!
“Shelob, TERRORIZE!” she announced Her transformation was like Tarantulas’, even her robot mode. It took the appearance of his season 1 body. She was much more massive than Tarantulas and had three digited fingers instead of two digited claws.
“When did you become a Transformer?!” I asked.
“I sampled the spark inside a protoform,” explained Shelob. “It altered my genetic structure and made me into the Predacon I am now.” She jumped down, drawing a blade that dripped with a liquid I was sure was venom. I kept rolling out of the way while she jabbed the ground. I had lost my grip on my foil. My i.d tag came out of the belt. Oddly, my transformation wasn’t cancelled. It was then I noticed a slot my i.d tag could fit into in the handle of my foil. Shelob jabbed again with her knife while I rolled to my blade and dodged another jab as I rolled to my i.d tag. I inserted it into the handle’s slot, making it charge and surrounding the blade with blue light.
“Final Attack!” announced my foil. Shelob’s robot mode tummy was right over me.
“RIDER TOUCHÉ SLASH!” I shouted. The light swiped across Shelob’s abdomen, making it leak energon. She screeched in pain as she clutched it. I took my i.d tag and put it into my belt. I jumped up and prepared for my Rider kick. “RIDER TOUCHÉ KICK!” I shouted as my foot made impact on her eyes. They cracked, making them drip energon.
“MY EYES!” she shrieked. She doubled over and thrashed around in pain from her wounds. She limped off the battlefield, her broken gaze fixed on me. She soon disappeared from sight. I then turned to see my friends giving Tarantulas a hard time. He had a gaping wound in his chest. I grabbed a crystal shard and was about ready to plunge it into the wound, ready to kill. He grabbed my arms.
“Raw…energon!” I grunted. “Right through…your twisted…anti-spark! There’s a price to pay if you want to avoid it such a death!”
“ANYTHING!” begged Tarantulas, scared for his life.
“The poison you stuck Megumi with!” I snarled. “What is it?!”
“It’s a mix of my cyber-venom and the venom in Shelob’s stinger!” yelped Tarantulas. “I know the dosage of the antidote needed to cure her, but she may suffer from vomiting!”
“Get her on her side!” I barked to Richard as he cancelled his transformation. “Support her head with her arm! I don’t want her choking on her vomit!” Richard silently obeyed. “And you,” I whispered to Tarantulas, “if this is a lie, your spark is extinguished!”
“I’m currently too terrified to lie!” whimpered Tarantulas as he prepared the antidote. He then stuck the needle into her arm. We waited for a few seconds. It felt like an eternity, then I heard retching. Soon, Megumi threw up and coughed. The venom must have gone out as well. She slowly picked herself up with help from Batman and Gandalf. Relief passed over me like a wave. Tarantulas had fled, but I didn’t care.
It took me a while to finally see fully, but I was led to rest on a seat of rock. Soon, I could focus on things clearly. “What happened?” I slurred.
“That schemer, Tarantulas stuck you with a mix of his cyber-venom and the stuff in Shelob’s stinger,” explained Touché as she cancelled her transformation. Emily then sat near me. “Tarantulas had Shelob altered,” she continued.
“Altered?” I asked. “How?”
“She IS a Predacon,” elaborated Richard. “Emily engaged her in battle.”
“And won,” declared Emily. “Swallowing a Transformer’s spark can do that to you, apparently. During the fight, I discovered that our weapons have a slot for our i.d tags to initiate an attack. I used it and my Rider kick to come out the victor.”
“She then threatened to stab Tarantulas’ spark with raw energon unless he gave you the antidote,” continued Richard. “He did and said that a side effect would be throwing up.”
“That explains the burning in my mouth,” I mused. “Emily, we’ll discuss you hiding a fandom you like from us later. On the other hand, I’m in your debt for saving my life.”
“I’m trying to be a doctor,” assured Emily. “You don’t owe me anything.”
“Oh yes, I do,” I insisted. “I’ll think of a reward for when we get back.” I got up slowly, no ill effects were showing. “So, am I cleared for duty?” I asked Emily.
“I’d say you are,” declared Emily.
“Much better,” cheered Wyldstyle. “Now, to get through that doorway!” She pointed to the gates of Barad-dûr. We approached it.
“Let the Dark Lord come forth!” I called. “Let justice be done upon him!” No one replied. The gates then slowly opened to let someone on a black horse come out. The rider dressed in black robes and wore a black helmet that made him look like some sort of evil priest. I was amazed that he could guide his horse because I saw no eye holes. All I saw was an enlarged, diseased mouth with splits around his lips that opened every time he spoke.
“I am the Mouth of Sauron!” the rider proclaimed.
“His emissary, you mean,” I muttered. “I don’t wish to talk to you, but your master!”
“He has business that occupies his time,” answered the Mouth, “and sends me to bid thee welcome to New Mordor.” He appeared to glance around at us. “Is there any in this rout with authority to treat with me?” he asked. “Not thou, little girl. It takes more to make a monarch than a rabble like this.”
“You have no choice but to speak with me!” I snarled. I think my tone spooked his horse a bit as it stepped back.
“I am an emissary and ambassador and may not be assailed!” cried the Mouth.
“Where such laws apply,” I observed. “No one has made a move against you. I am the leader of this group and will be treated as such!”
“Very well,” growled the Mouth. “My master, Sauron the Great, has bidden me to give thee terms and tokens.”
“Your master’s terms first!” I demanded. Not exactly politic, but I wanted the Keystone out of Sauron’s grasp quickly.
“First,” began the Mouth, “all lands once labeled Metropolis and Gotham must surrender to Sauron utterly. They will be his, and his alone, and they shall be called New Mordor. All of their surrounding cities and those protecting those cities must swear oaths never to raise arms in secret or openly. All those wishing to live must pay tribute to New Mordor once a year.”
“These are heavy terms,” I said. “Would you mind if I make counter-terms?”
“Name them,” demanded the Mouth.
“Tell your master this; his armies are to disband!” I hissed. “He must swear an oath to gather his men and leave these lands, never to return! We did not come here to treat with Sauron or his slave, O Faithless and Accursed!” The Mouth laughed.
“And that leads into the tokens I was bidden to show thee!” he chuckled. He dropped a sack in front of us, which opened and spilled. The contents…oh, I wish I didn’t see them. They included, but were not limited to, my mother’s glasses, Robin’s boot, Frodo’s cloak, Ichimonji’s jacket, and MetalBeard’s cannon.
“Ichimonji!” breathed Hongo.
“Quiet!” I directed.
“No!” wailed Emily, about to cry as she held her father’s scarf.
“Quiet!!” I called, my own grief about to come up.
“The hostages on Foundation Prime were dear to thee, I see,” hissed the Mouth in delight. “Know that they suffered greatly at the hands of their host! Who would have thought ones like them could endure so much pain? And they did, Megumi. They did.” That did it. I drew myself up to my full height and strode to the emissary of Mordor. “And what do you intend to do?” he asked. “None may attack an emissary.”
“You lost that right the instant you presented these things to us and taunted us!” I snarled before I leapt up, my blade liberating his head from his shoulders. As his lifeless body fell from the horse that took off in fright, I turned to my friends. “I don’t believe that they’re dead!” I declared. “Not until I have definitive proof!” The gates had shut at that time.
“Let me show you how it’s done,” called Wyldstyle. She used her Master Builder powers to make a massive turret to blow the gates down. “Yeah! That takes care of that thing!” said Wyldstyle.
“I’m calling that thing after the Orcs’ battering ram, Grond!” I cheered. I then faced the now open gates. “CHARGE!” I shouted. We ran into Barad-dûr and ploughed through Sauron’s forces to enter his throne room. Sauron sat with Turretorg and Discornia flanking him and the Keystone set on the headrest of his seat.
“She said you would come,” rumbled Morgoth’s former Lieutenant, “to save the weak.”
“‘She said’?” asked Batman. “Who said? Did Discornia there say?”
“No,” corrected Discornia, “it’s our immediate boss.”
+VORTECH IS NOT YOUR LEADER+ countered my belt.
“Beg pardon?” I asked.
+VORTECH HAS BRAINWASHED TARLAXIANS TO SERVE HIM+ explained my belt.
“Tarlaxians?” I asked. “You mean people like Turretorg and Discornia?”
+CORRECT+ confirmed my belt.
“Innocent people brainwashed into service,” I muttered, “can this get any harder?”
“We are advanced Vortexons!” argued Turretorg. “Not filthy Tarlaxians!”
“I can handle these liars,” purred a voice. A woman stepped out from behind Sauron’s throne.
“Igura!” exclaimed Hongo.
“Surprise!” she laughed.
“How are you alive?!” yelped Hiroki. “A crazed Urga killed you!”
“Vortech saw fit to resurrect me,” explained Igura. “It made Death a little mad, though. Not that I care. I have enough power to defeat her. Hiro fought against War and Death and survived.”
“That HAS to be a joke!” protested Lukas.
“It isn’t,” insisted Igura. “And with the technology Shocker Nova has at its disposal now,” she revealed a belt that looked like an eagle sitting on Earth with its wings at its sides, “we have a perfect Rider.” She crossed her left arm in front of her, with the hand in a clawed fashion, and slowly moved it across the front with her right hand at her hip. “Nova…” she began. Her left hand then went to her hip as her right hand moved across her front with a clawed hand. “HENSHIN!” She then opened the wings of the eagle so it looked like it was about to take flight. The Earth it sat on split open to reveal a small red fan. She jumped up, the wind pressure turning the fan to form a suit! Instead of a grasshopper design, like Hongo’s suit, Igura’s suit was more bird like. It was brown with a gold, triangular face guard, had red eyes, talons on the fingers, wings folded back, and clawed boots. “I am Shocker Nova’s first Rider,” purred Igura. “Kamen Rider Talon! Your finances are in grave danger!”
“Enough!” boomed Turretorg. “Let’s just kill them!”
“They and the west shall fall!” confirmed Sauron
“Silence, fiend!” bellowed Gandalf to Sauron. The room went quiet as Gandalf spoke. “You’ve fallen far, ‘Lord’ Sauron. Serving another, now, are you?”
“I serve no one, Gandalf Stormcrow!” snarled Sauron. “All serve me!”
“Idea for new name when I get tired of Wyldstyle: Stormcrow!” mused Wyldstyle.
“Hold on,” stopped Kamen Rider Talon, Igura, “I thought you said that, and I quote, ‘Lord Vortech wanted to give me this dimension if I retrieved the Keystone.’”
“I lied!” explained Sauron. “Spiders! Nazgûl! Daleks! Orcs! Slay them!”
“Daleks?!” I yelped. The room started shaking. A hologram was canceled to reveal that we were on the hull of a saucer.
“A Dalek Command Saucer!” called Michael.
“Not those trashcans again!” I moaned. The saucer then rose with Sauron’s throne in the center, shrouded in a dark cloud. That’s when the Nine landed. That’s right, the Nine Former Kings of Men, together again.
“Wow,” whispered the Witch-King, “I can’t believe they fell for that!”
“We didn’t have enough time to rehearse!” whispered East. “Good work, Khòrena!”
“Thanks!” whispered Dwimmerlaik.
“Wait, that whole break-up was…?” I began.
“An act!” whispered the Witch-King of Angmar. “And you were stupid enough to fall for it!”
“So was me being your hostage!” called Tarantulas’ voice. He came down in robot mode.
“The wounds Touché gave me, on the other pedipalp!” Shelob in her new robot mode jumped down with other spiders. “Those were real! I won’t waste time playing with you lot!” That’s when hatches in the Dalek ship opened up to let Daleks and Orcs come out.
“You’re hopelessly outmatched!” roared an Orc.
“You will be exterminated!” Guess who said that.
“That’s it, enough of these lies!” I snapped. We grabbed our i.d tags and Hongo struck his Henshin pose.
“Rider…” he began.
“Henshin!” we all announced. We formed our suits and drew our weapons. As usual, Outback started us off.
“Kamen Rider Outback! Better watch your backs, mates!”
“Kamen Rider Claw! My weapons shall turn you into ribbons!”
“Kamen Rider Swing! I’ll be taking your legs!”
“Kamen Rider Hunt! I shall always get my prey!”
“Kamen Rider Clash! A duel with me shall end in your defeat!”
“Kamen Rider Climb! Mountains are a warrior’s best friend!”
“Kamen Rider Gallop! My riding skills are unmatched!”
“Kamen Rider Sengoku! You shall get a taste of Feudal Japan!”
“Kamen Rider Royal! Evil will ultimately bow to me!”
“Kamen Rider Guard! None shall harm my friends, family, and lady!”
“Kamen Rider Touché! En Garde, thing of evil!”
“Kamen Rider Zhànshì! Try and stop my quest!”
“Kamen Rider Arch! My skills outdo Robin Hood!”
“Kamen Rider Kämpfer! Your defeat will be certain at my hands!”
“Kamen Rider Seeker! It’s not gold I seek, but your end!”
“Kamen Rider Battle! For friends and family, I shall be victorious!”
“I am Gandalf the Grey! Prepare to see some fireworks!”
“I’m Wyldstyle! Time to think outside the box!”
“I’m Batman! The Dark Knight rises!”
“I am the start of a group of warriors! I am Kamen Rider!”
“SLAY THEM ALL!” ordered Sauron from inside the shroud.
“I’ll have your head for this!” screeched Talon. We all fought the forces of darkness, eight legged or not. A Dalek fired on us, but we got out of the way and it killed a spider.
“WATCH YOUR AIM!” roared Shelob.
“…Oops,” mumbled the offending Dalek. Shelob then readied her beast mode’s legs as if they were guns, which, we had quickly discovered, they were. She fired upon us, wildly though. She hit more of her allies than us. In fact, none of us were hit. Gandalf had opened a hatch in the ship and extracted parts. Wyldstyle constructed a lamp from the parts and shined it on the shroud surrounding Sauron. He snarled, but the shroud stayed.
“We need more!” called Touché.
“Let me handle him!” demanded Talon. She opened a hatch to allow a Dalek to get out.
“Non-Dalek life forms detected!” it squawked. “Exterminate!” Talon then pulled her hand back in a claw fashion and then thrust it forward into the Dalek. Bits of its now dead occupant dripped off the hand. She flicked it off and got more parts, building the second lamp herself.
“Interesting what a scientist can make,” she mused, “even if it’s rudimentary.” The lamp shined on Sauron’s shroud.
“Vortech won’t like you attacking an ally!” called Sauron.
“You invaded a dimension without his permission,” countered Talon.
“Is he really going to believe that?” asked Sauron. “I can say, with certainty, that you will be blamed for attacking an ally. It is…what’s the phrase…your flimsy word over mine!”
“You’re right,” agreed Talon. “Without evidence, my word is flimsy. Good thing I have evidence.”
“Do share it,” invited Sauron.
“Incoming transmission from Foundation Prime!” reported a Dalek. Wyldstyle had managed to make a third lamp. I told her to wait.
“Go ahead and take it,” suggested Talon.
“Put it through,” commanded Sauron.
“I obey!” confirmed the Dalek. It connected to a terminal to let a hologram of Vortech and Hiro through.
“Greetings, Master,” began Sauron to Vortech.
“Spare me the false praise!” snarled Vortech.
“Who’s that?” asked Batman.
“The enemy,” I replied, keeping it vague on purpose.
“Er…Master?” asked Sauron.
“Tell me, Sauron,” hissed Hiro, “have you heard of a live-stream?”
“…A flow of water that is alive?” guessed Sauron.
“Not even close,” corrected Vortech. “A live stream is a term when humans display their moving pictures and speech at the time they are at an event. They make it public and put it out on billions of computers through a process called ‘streaming’.”
“And it is in real time, live on the scene,” continued Hiro. “Thus, live-stream.”
“I fail to see how…” began Sauron.
“On top of that, have you heard about eyes that work like a video camera?” asked Hiro.
“Like a what?” spluttered Sauron.
“They’re machines that take pictures, capture voices, and string them together to make an exact replica of something that happened,” explained Hiro. “Some cameras are made to look like a person’s eyes and can capture what the person sees if these cameras replace the eyes.”
“I still don’t see…” Sauron stopped when he saw the battle from another person’s point of view in real time. He saw the left side of his head and realized why live-streams and video camera eyes were brought up. He turned to Talon and made the connection. She waved. “YOU DIDN’T…! YOU…!” spluttered Sauron. “HOW LONG?! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN…LIVE-STREAMING?!”
“You catch on to the terminology quick,” praised Talon as her eyes recorded the reaction. “In any case, to answer your question, since Barad-dûr landed here. I’ve recorded everything, even Tarantulas dissecting one of the spiders here and eating its remains later.”
“What?!” snarled Shelob. Tarantulas spluttered. The spiders stared at their metal companion with malice.
“We’ve been deceived!” shrieked a spider.
“I’m gonna mount your head on my mantelpiece, traitor!” promised another.
“KILL HIM!” roared Shelob. They ran at Tarantulas, who tried to escape. Soon he tripped over the edge with all the spiders following him.
“That takes care of them,” muttered Talon. She turned to Sauron. “And now, for you!”
“We’ve been spied on!” roared an Orc, slow on the uptake.
“I’m gonna enjoy having my way with you!” shouted another, Shagrat. “I need offspring!”
“No! I need a cook!” bellowed another. Gorbag came up.
“She’s Sauron’s to do with as he wishes!” he snapped.
“I don’t take orders from stinking Morgul rats!” roared Shagrat.
“Get him!” shouted the second Orc. They started fighting each other.
“NO! IDIOTS!” shrieked the Witch-King as he flung Touché off of him. “GET THEM! THEY’RE THE ENEMY!”
“NOW!” I called. The third lamp shone on the shroud. Sauron screamed in pain as the light from the lamps burned his eyes. The ship then broke out of Barad-dûr.
“Careful!” demanded Gorbag. “I just paid off the insurance!” The ship stopped in front of the fiery eye that was reset atop the fortress. The lamps were destroyed as the shroud returned around Sauron.
“When in doubt,” muttered the Dark Lord, “Keystone power.” He grabbed the Keystone from the throne. “I see you!” he said. “Locate help from D-C-C-0-M-1-C-5!” A portal opened and deposited a searchlight onto the ship. “Blind them!” shouted Sauron to his forces. Batman saw that the symbol on it was one that he was familiar with!
“The Bat-Signal?” he snarled. “Someone stole my Bat-Signal?! Someone like you, Sauron?!! Now that’s going too far!!”
“I’ve got an idea!” called Wyldstyle.
“Keep her covered!” I directed. Her Master build involved the Bat-Signal and a battery to power it.
“I said get the light and blind them!” ordered Sauron. The Orcs and Daleks were trying but failing as Batman shone it onto the shroud. It dissipated, leaving Sauron open. He grabbed his mace and went on the offensive. We managed to beat him back to his throne, which was surprising, considering he has the One Ring. He remade the shroud and unleashed magic chains. “Your struggle is meaningless!” he snarled. A news chopper for the Daily Planet got close as the photographer flashed his camera. Sauron snarled as he lost concentration on the chains, making them disappear. “You’ll PAY for this outrage! Locate help from M-1-D-D-L-3-3-A-R-T-H!” A horse drawn cart with fireworks came out of a new portal, minus the horse. He flung rubble at the news chopper, scaring it off.
“That’s my old cart!” yelped Gandalf. “Where in Middle-Earth did they find that?!” He got an idea. “You know, I believe that my new catchphrase would be appropriate for this instance. Sauron, prepare to see some fireworks!” He used his magic to launch the fireworks at the shroud.
“4th of July fireworks can’t top that!” called Sengoku.
“Speak for yourself!” replied Guard.
“Save our American ego for later!” snapped Touché. “Besides, our fireworks can’t make a dragon fly over the crowd and then make a fantastic boom!” Sauron’s shroud was gone again. He went on the attack again.
“RIDER CHOP!” called Ichigō as he delivered a chop that made Sauron stagger backwards. I then decided to take a page out of Touché’s book and inserted my i.d tag into the hilt of my sword. The blade was surrounded in blue light.
“Final Attack!” announced my blade.
“RIDER ROYAL SLASH!” I called. I swung down, making an arc of light rush towards Sauron, knocking him into his seat. He returned the shroud and chained us again.
“I shall rule all!” he proclaimed. An Orc had flung a Dalek at us, who regained itself in the air and charged towards Sauron, screaming bloody murder. It was destroyed, and the other Daleks saw this as betrayal and turned on the Orcs. The noise made Sauron lose concentration again and so he used the Keystone again. “Locate help from T-H-3-L-3-G-0-M-0-V-1-3!” he ordered. A school bus came in, although, it was modified with jet engines on the back.
“That’s from my dimension!” called Wyldstyle. “A bus driver had graduated from the Master Builder’s Academy and used his bus for his final! I was his teacher!” The bus driver came out.
“Professor Wyldstyle?” he asked. “What’s going on?!” Sauron screeched in anger. “Never mind, I can see for myself.”
“Only a powerful light can get rid of that shroud!” I told the driver.
“Leave it to me!” he assured. He dodged the stuff Sauron threw.
“Whoa!” yelped Wyldstyle. “Okay, wish this guy would stop throwing stuff!”
“How’s this?!” asked the bus driver. He made a light cannon out of the front of the bus. “I just need power to make it bright!”
“Allow me!” called Gandalf as he used his magic to extract wires that ran into the Dalek ship. They were soon connected.
“Thanks!” praised the bus driver. He then pointed the light cannon at the shroud and unleashed a bright light, destroying the Shroud. Sauron got mad and leapt at us. We got out of the way.
“RIDER KICK!” called Ichigō.
“RIDER ROYAL KICK!” I declared.
“RIDER TOUCHÉ KICK!” announced Touché.
“NOVA KICK!” shouted Talon. Sauron was knocked to the ground at the impact of our kicks.
“How…” wheezed the Dark Lord as he picked himself up, “is this possible?!” The eye on top of Barad-dûr vanished.
“This is not your domain!” explained Gandalf. “You have no power here, Sauron the Deceiver!”
“And to make sure you obey us in future,” said Talon. She then brought Sauron to his knees and held her foil at his neck. “Forces of Mordor, you will obey us or Sauron is crushed like a tin can!” Sauron’s forces considered, then kneeled. “I thought so.” A portal opened. “Witch-King, grab the Keystone!”
“No!” called Wyldstyle. She knocked out the Witch-King and grabbed the Keystone, nearly getting sucked into the portal. “Can someone give me a hand?!” asked Wyldstyle.
“Stop her!” ordered Talon. I kicked her aside as the rest of us fought off the Orcs and Nazgûl. Sauron was crushed like a tin can, but still alive, thanks to the Ring. He was sucked in. A giant hand then reached through the portal to grab the Keystone.
“Oh, yeah, not him, though!” yelped Wyldstyle. She lost her grip on the throne but was saved by Gandalf. She landed back on the hull. “Thanks!” she said.
“Must I do everything myself?!” snarled Talon. She charged at Wyldstyle as our ride home came up.
“Is that ours?” asked the bus driver.
“Yes!” answered Batman. “Move!” We made a break for the portal, taking the Keystone with us. It turned out to be an enemy portal as Vortech’s hand came through. We nearly went over the edge of the saucer before the Keystone opened a portal for us below the saucer.
“This way!” called Wyldstyle. We jumped in. Before Talon could grab us, the portal closed.
“NO!” she shouted. She screamed at the heavens as her transformation was canceled. Igura glared at the Orcs and Daleks as they tried to avoid her eyes. “Return to Foundation Prime!” she ordered. The saucer flew into their portal. Igura was defeated.