“That was a week ago, Your Highness,” said Emily as she finished. I was reeling from the shock.
“That’s…wow…that’s a lot to take in,” I breathed. I then shook my head and turned to Lacey. “Kamen Rider Apocalypse?” I mused. “Congrats! Now we can beat Vortech together!”
“Can’t wait!” cheered Lacey.
“Question,” interjected Mrs. Acqua. “Why are you still in your school uniform?”
“The staff sometimes wears the student uniform to bring them to their level,” replied Lacey. “I think this is gonna be standard dress for me. I don’t know. Haven’t decided yet.”
“Have you picked a color yet?” I asked.
“I was thinking of using purple,” answered Lacey. “A nice, calming color.”
“Can’t wait to see you in action,” I giggled. I turned to Emily. “So, feasting for a week?”
“Special orders from the Dinobots,” explained Emily, “after taking over management of this establishment.”
“Speaking of, where’s the newly christened Siege?” I asked.
“Over here,” snarled the velociraptor. “Siege, Maximize!” Siege transformed. “Welcome to Jurassic World,” he greeted. “Forgive the lack of staff right now, but there is a human to deal with.”
“Lead me to her,” hissed Mrs. Saunders. “She’s under arrest!”
“HELP!” cried a voice.
“That was her!” called Emily.
“Quick!” I directed. We all ran like Hades down Main Street to see a woman, Heather, by Emily’s description, locked in combat with a robot. The robot seemed to gain the upper hand as it wrapped its pincers around Heather’s throat. Heather tried to get out of the robot’s grip, but to no avail. She was thrown down and I heard snapping. Emily rushed to her and checked her over. She dropped her shoulders and turned to us.
“She’s dead,” she pronounced. I turned to look at the robot. It stayed there, so I examined every detail. It had a single grey antenna, a square head and rectangular body, arms with pincers, and a single yellow eye. It floated like X-PO did and summoned a rift to escape.
“STOP!” I demanded, but it was too late.
“Damnation!” roared Mrs. Saunders. “She had valuable intel on Vortech’s plans!”
“First Hiro, now this!” I hissed.
“What about Hiro?” asked Richard.
“Oh, yeah,” I explained. “After I became Kamen Rider Vortex for the first time, Hiro blew himself up.”
“He’s dead?!” yelped Haitao.
“I’ll explain on the way back,” I promised. “X-PO, we need a rift back!” A rift opened up. “Shall we?” I called. We all entered the rift.
I had managed to secure permission to begin a little expedition from Vortech after my embarrassment in Jurassic World. Ambassador Hell accompanied me. We headed to a universe in Cluster N. The landscape was a barren, dark one with nothing but grey sand. The gravity was 1/6th of what we’re used to. Ambassador Hell looked around and stopped when he saw what was in the sky. “Nice, lush planet, is it not?” I remarked.
“We’re on a planet’s moon?!” he asked. “How are we breathing?!”
“In most versions in this dimensional cluster,” I replied, “the moon has an atmosphere. This specific universe is 5-U-P-3-R-M-4-R-1-0.”
“Is…that a…church?” asked Ambassador Hell.
“A sham wedding was stopped in that church,” I answered.
“Is that a taxi?!” yelped Ambassador Hell.
“And tourists are around,” I mused.
“But…the moon is a barren wasteland, isn’t it?” asked Ambassador Hell.
“Indeed,” I replied, “but, it isn’t this universe that’s our destination.”
“Then, why are we…?” Ambassador Hell’s question was answered as we stopped at a crater. “A gateway?”
“Our very own,” I confirmed. “Salvaged from the wreckage of GLaDOS’ bungling. Come! We’re going to the outskirts of Hell itself!” I activated the Gateway and we entered to arrive at another wasteland with a blood-red sky and air filled with the screams of the damned. Ambassador Hell looked down the crater to see many of the people were once under his command.
“I had underestimated how many of our allies are here,” he hissed. “Curse all Kamen Riders to this very pit!”
“Come,” I called. “Our destination is in sight.” We approached a large building with gargoyles.
“A tomb? Here?” asked Ambassador Hell.
“One said to contain guardians,” I answered. “Come now, Ambassador, you’re not averse to desecration, are you?”
“It’s just that being here evokes powerful memories,” replied Ambassador Hell, “considering the fate of my brother.”
“Ambassador Darkness of the Badan Empire, correct?” I mused. “Then, you shall delight in our purpose here. For our actions here shall ensure that we avenge our fallen comrades.” We entered the tomb and located a coffin
“Don’t touch that!” snapped a voice.
“Says…who are you?!” I asked. The creature was humanoid, was grey-white, had a large tail, black lips, and purple areas on the scalp, shoulders, sternum, and lower legs, which had three toes. He had a halo above his head.
“I am Frieza,” introduced the creature. “At the moment, I’m supposed to guard this tomb. Anything to get away from that absurd tree! Much as I prefer to allow desecration, I’m on assignment to prevent it. So, if you value your lives, back off!”
“Hold that abomination off!” I ordered.
“Hold him off?!” protested Ambassador Hell as he turned into Garagaranda. “I’m the leader of an organization! I don’t hold things off! I squash them!” As he held Frieza off, I opened a coffin and took out my blades. I used a small one to get the eye and used a larger one to get the left hand.
“I have what I need!” I called. “Vortech, Garagaranda and I need a rift home!” Garagaranda shoved Frieza away and we entered the rift.
We had returned to Vorton to cheers. Everyone was back, well, aside from Death. We told everyone the events of what went on in Jurassic world and told them about the robot that killed Heather. I then told everyone what happened in Chima. After the story, I called for silence. “Everyone,” I began, “I’m just reminding those that heard, but the Jurassic team needs to know. There’s been an idea floating around that I should be crowned Queen of the F.N.S.”
“No kidding?!” asked Emily as she wiggled happily in Joshua’s lap.
“No kidding,” I confirmed. “So, I need everyone’s opinion. To save time, I need everyone to speak with their families and we’ll tally family votes. Okaa-san, Hiroki Nee-san, you two will have to debate alone. I’m not voting.”
“We understand,” assured Okaa-san.
“All right, get debating. Let me remind you that a single no vote will defeat the motion,” I declared. “I’ll call you in five minutes.” The F.N.S, our families, Hongo, Batman, Wyldstyle, and Gandalf departed. Ben and his team, Ursula, and the Dinobots were staring at the Star Destroyers hovering above Vorton.
“I swear I saw those before,” mused Ursula as she turned into Vanessa.
“A pleasure to see you,” boomed Vader’s voice.
“YOU AGAIN!!” shouted Vanessa.
“You know him?” I asked.
“We were on the same side for a while during an event called the Balance Wars,” snarled Vanessa. “If memory serves, you and your Emperor nearly killed us all when you fought each other! Loki wasted too much power to get us out of the Death Star Mark III!”
“Perhaps it would be in your best interest to not underestimate the power I wield,” rumbled Vader. “Your magic is nothing compared to the Force.”
“You prattle on and on about that Force nonsense,” hissed Vanessa, “but, in the end, anyone can wield it! It’s nothing special, just a…!” She didn’t get very far as Vader held out his hand and Vanessa started gasping for air.
“I find your lack of faith disturbing,” growled Vader.
“LET HER GO OR OUR ALLIANCE IS OVER!” I thundered.
“As is your will,” complied Vader. He released Vanessa. She coughed and spluttered.
“Vader, it would be in your best interests NOT to choke people that annoy you,” I warned. “You want my help, reign it in! Whatever beef you have with her is irrelevant. Unless Vanessa wishes to stay, I’m sending her home after the vote.”
“I’m not staying a second longer!” snapped Vanessa.
“Truth be told,” rumbled Grimlock, “Dinobots need to go home.”
“I must return as well,” replied Siege.
“I don’t know about you guys,” cheered Ben, “but I’m staying!”
“Not without me, you are not!” protested Rook.
“I’m staying too,” called Gwen.
“I see no reason to not kick butt and take names,” mused Kevin.
“I’m in, too,” declared Max.
“Very well,” I said. I then heard footsteps. “Five minutes, already?” I muttered. “All right, we’ll start with the Saunders.”
“The Saunders say yes!” called Emily.
“Archers?” I asked.
“The Archers say yes,” replied Michael.
“Kuznetsovs?” I quizzed.
“The vote is yes,” answered Irina.
“Akintolas?” I queried.
“We say yes!” cheered Mr. Akintola.
“Ackermanns?” I gulped.
“The vote is yes,” reported Mrs. Ackermann.
“Babineauxs?” I mumbled.
“Oui, you should be Queen!” called Emmanuel.
“Haugens?” I asked, hoping for a “no” vote.
“You will make a fine Queen. The vote is yes,” replied Tonje.
“Elizondos?” I said weakly.
“Of course, we say yes!” cheered Mr. Elizondo.
“Acquas?” I quizzed.
“Sì!” called Livia.
“Williams?” I mumbled.
“God save Queen Megumi!” praised Mr. Williams.
“Kumars?” I mumbled.
“Yes, of course!” replied Sheela.
“Lins?” I quizzed.
“We say yes,” said Mrs. Lin.
“Okay, my family has the final say,” I said, really hoping for a “no” from them.
“And we say yes!” cheered Okaa-san. “You shall make a fine Queen!”
“It’s…decided…then,” I whispered, feeling the weight of the crown, even though I was still wearing my tiara.
“I’ll make you a new dress!” cheered Okaa-san.
“Okay,” I mumbled, nervously.
“No worries, Megumi,” assured Richard. “You’ve led us this far and haven’t let us down. I feel confident in following you.”
“Thank you,” I sighed. “I just worry about that kind of power going to my head.”
“Just remember your friends,” reminded Okaa-san. I smiled.
“Friends do keep one grounded, don’t they?” I mused. I was feeling a little more confident about being Queen. “When my new dress is finished, we will hold a coronation.” I decreed.
“God save the Queen!” cheered Michael.
“God save the Queen!” called everyone.
When we returned, Vortech met us as he held a female version of his right arm. “And, what do you intend to do?” he asked.
“The hand and eye I had obtained from Hell are merely tools to allow me into After Academy,” I explained. “The arm I requested should serve as a buffer for the power that resides in the school. Power that I intend to use!” We stopped at the Medical Ward with the Rani by the surgery table. “So, you CAN do it?” I asked her.
“I mean, yes, I CAN do it,” she replied, “if you’re certain that’s what you want?”
“Like nothing I’ve ever desired!” I declared, making it clear that there is no going back.
“Then, prepare for…” said the Rani.
“No anesthetic!” I demanded as I laid down. “I want to bear witness as you upgrade my limbs and eye!”
“Coming up,” complied the Rani. She got to work on my right arm first. The pain was excruciating, but I managed.