Tag: sonic

Emily stirred first, her Rider form having long been dismissed. She sat up and stretched, yawning as she woke up. She rubbed her eyes and looked at her surroundings. She was at the First Palace, just under the minaret. Her sleepy mind started slowly running through the sequence of events. She was in Radagast Steel, she was getting Assimilated Wargs off of Peace’s back, then…nothing. “Wh…whahoppen?” she asked sleepily.

“You all took a nice, long nap,” explained Peace’s voice. Emily looked up to see Peace sitting near her.

“…A…A nap? …In the middle of a fight?” asked Emily as the weariness slowly vanished. “But…but what about-?!”

“Well, I DID induce your nap,” explained Peace. “I used the power of my source to put everyone to sleep long enough for me to get your enemies out of this universe. They’ll be picked up in a more-remote universe.”

“…How long did that take?” asked Emily. Peace tried to recall.

“Erm…two hours, I think.”

“TWO HOURS?!” yelped Emily as she sprang to her feet.

“Relax, my dear,” soothed Peace. “You and your friends are safe. I moved you all to the First Palace so the work to restore Adrexia can begin. …But you and your team need me back, don’t you?”

“…We do,” replied Emily. “Peace, I’m sure you enjoyed your life here among the Adrexians, but the sad fact is that Cyber-Priestess Gi’s boss, Khan the Author, has seized control of the Tome and intends to use my friends’ 3V2R prizes and the Sources of the Apocalypse and Flourishment as well as the Tome to rewrite reality as we know it to his rather Mary-sue whims.” She looked guilty at admitting it.

“Do not regret telling me my old life is over,” assured Peace. “It was going to happen eventually. Besides, it would be nice to see all my surviving sisters.”

“There’s a new sister for you to meet back home,” said Emily. “Our friend, Lacey Atmadja, is the new Chaos.”

“…A new Chaos? After all this time?” Peace smiled. “Good. Yes, very good. But, for now, we must free your friend, Ms. Wyldstyle, from all her Borg kit.”

“I’ve unassimilated Liberated Borg drones before,” replied Emily. “Leave that to me.”

“What did you say your name was?”

“Dr. Emily Williams, CMO of the Vortex Riders.”

“A doctor?” Peace smiled. “So the hands of a healer liberated the Adrexians.”

“Well, it’s always nice to liberate people from tyranny,” replied Emily.

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Wyldstyle was quickly restored to her flesh and blood state and sighed in relief. “You have no idea how much that stuff dug into me!” she said.

“Well, the Borg don’t really consider comfort necessary,” replied Emily. “You’re all set, Lucy!”

“It’s not-!” Wyldstyle drew in a breath and calmed down. “We’ll talk about that later.” She and Emily then rejoined the team as Lurazzi approached them with a maid next to her.

“Ladies,” said Lurazzi, “we Adrexians owe you a debt of gratitude. You and your female friends, and that includes ladies that were once men, are more than welcome to visit whenever you wish! And as for Auriella and her friends, they will not be permitted to enter the walls of this universe. As for me, I think it’s time to pamper someone after they toiled for so long.” She and the maid then snapped their fingers and their dresses changed styles. Now Lurazzi was the maid and the former maid wore regal clothes. “Your first act, Queen Hezami?” Lurazzi asked the former maid.

“My first act will be to strike Auriella’s name from the Record,” said Hezami. “She is hereby persona non grata. Second, more important, I shall be organizing the reconstruction efforts of Adrexia Prime. And third, the construction of a Beyond City Embassy between the Chizaran one and the Tarlaxian one.”

“…I was unaware of the existence of a Tarlaxian Embassy here,” said Scorpainia.

“We were starting construction on it when this all went down,” explained Hezami. “Lurazzi, see to it that the project resumes.”

“Yes, your Majesty!” replied Lurazzi as she headed off.

“She seems happy,” noticed Emily.

“She’s been Queen too long,” said Hezami. “I think she’s enjoying the change of pace. But she led us as well as she could under the circumstances.”

“I can relate,” remarked Override. “I had to guide my people through an Energon shortage back home.”

“Dame Emily, you are a friend and ally to us,” Hezami said to Emily. “Visit us when you can.”

“That’s a promise, your Majesty,” said Emily. She then called up her friends. “Emily to Beyond City, mission accomplished! Requesting a rift home!”

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Emily and her team were greeted with a hero’s welcome! When it was revealed that Wyldstyle was freed, Batman and Gandalf managed to catch up with her. “Wyldstyle, does Khan know yet?” Batman asked her. “About the Apocalypse Sources?”

“Not when I was last connected to the Lords,” replied Wyldstyle. “He still doesn’t know where specifically they are, only the universes they’re in.”

“Then we still have a chance,” said Gandalf. He then noticed Megumi looking out beyond the mountains of Beyond City’s borders.

“…Hey, Megumi!” called Wyldstyle. Megumi didn’t stir. The three then approached her. They saw that her face was one of concern. Gandalf looked out in the same direction as Megumi.”

“…The new veiling shadow that glowers outside this universe takes shape for you,” he said. Megumi nodded. “…Khan will suffer no rival,” continued Gandalf. “From the bowels of the Lord Unicomplex, the Author’s eye watches as ceaselessly as Sauron’s. But he is not so mighty yet that he is above fear. Doubt ever gnaws at him.”

“It really does, Megumi,” confirmed Wyldstyle. “Rumor has reached him that the three that make up Kamen Rider Vortex: Trinity Soul are repairing the means to summon her again. …Khan fears that form, Megumi. He fears what it can do.”

“And so he’ll strike hard and fast at the universes left,” continued Batman. “He’ll use the more powerful of his puppets to destroy the heroes of those universes.”

“War is coming to them,” said Gandalf. “The remaining two universes must defend themselves and therein lies our first challenge, for only one is versed in multiverse theory. He’ll try to enslave the minds of the greatest villains of those universes, it’s an old device he picked up from Saruman. His hold over those universes will be very strong. Khan and his allies are tightening the noose.”

“But, for all their backup plans and cunning, we still have one advantage,” smiled Wyldstyle. “The Apocalypse Sources and the 3V2R prizes are still hidden. And that we should seek to keep them out of his grasp has not yet been thought of.”

“And so five heroes continue to baffle the enemy,” continued Batman. “Each day brings us closer to taking advantage of any mistake he’ll make. We must trust now in Jason, Mickey, Peach, Dell, and Usagi I. Everything depends on the speed and secrecy of our quest and their ability to outlast the enemy.” Gandalf then saw Megumi decline her head.

“…Do not regret your decision to let them go,” he soothed. “They must accomplish this task alone.”

“They’re not alone,” corrected Megumi. Everyone looked at her. “Colleen, Alesandro, Tanisha, Victor, Moon-Keung, they and their lovers went with them.”

“Did they?” asked Gandalf. He smiled a hopeful smile. “Did they indeed? Good. Yes, good.”

“Then we have a greater chance than we thought,” said Batman.

“Seeing her squirm like that must have been cathartic!” Elmpam said to Malnar as they, their team, Peace, Lurazzi, and Remsu headed to the First Palace.

“You have no idea, Mama!” replied Malnar. “After so many failed interrogations during the Final War-!” Remsu’s tail then hit her in the back of the head. “…Not nearly fuzzy enough for my tastes,” snarked Malnar.

“So the walking meatloaf doesn’t get to do that?” hissed Remsu.

“No, he’s got enough hair on his tail.”

“Bestiality at its finest.” Remsu then looked at Elmpam. “Like Father, like daughter, I guess.” That comment made Elmpam growl.

“Enough, y’all!” called Emily. “It looks like we’re here.” Even when overgrown, the First Palace was quite opulent. Peace then saw something atop a minaret. It was a sphere with her color!

“That’s it!” she called.

“For you, yes!” replied Remsu. She broke the vines holding her hands together and the Lords popped out with Remsu’s team at the front!

“As predicted, you blundered right into our trap,” called Cyber-priestess Gi. “It was a simple matter for one of our number with the greatest grudge against members of your team to be your prisoner. …Although, you ARE early.”

“You were supposed to be the bad cop, Malnar!” called Remsu.

“Oh, so your fear WAS genuine, huh?” chuckled Malnar.

“It matters not!” interjected Gi. “Now, we will be taking the Source for our organization and-!”

“You couldn’t control Lacey’s source when you were just a Cyber-leader in Crystal Tokyo,” retorted Emily. “What hope do you have now?”

“See, the thing is, I’m not intending on using it. As you correctly guess, my use of the Source of Chaos led to Lacey perverting my instructions, but I won’t let Peace do the same with hers.”

“Cyber-priestess Gi, I’m giving you a final warning because I’m nice. Leave this universe. Let us take the Source.” Gi smirked at Emily’s warning.

“You have neither the handles nor the enlarged cranium to command me!” Emily rolled her eyes at Gi’s refusal and turned to her team.

“I tried?” she asked them. “I really tried? You all heard me?”

“All of us,” replied Elmpam.

“And she still refused,” said Malnar.

“Then there’s no choice,” sighed Emily as she brought out her belt. All the Kamen Riders from all sides followed suit.

“HENSHIN!” they all shouted and the battle began as their armor appeared. As before, the Adrexians fought the Lords. As they fought, however, one Lord appeared to be attacking her own team, taking bits off of their prosthetics!

“HEY! HEY! THAT’S MY HEAD TUBE!” called one.

“GIMME MY CLAW BACK!” shouted another.

“MY LEG!” cried a third. Gi as Adaptus and Touché heard the confusion and looked to see the renegade Lord taking bits off her compatriots and making a device.

“Drone, explain yourself!” demanded Adaptus. “What’s with the mix table?”

“It’s not a mix table!” replied the Lord. “How many times do I have to tell everyone I’m not a DJ?!”

“WYLDSTYLE!” cheered Touché. Wyldstyle tossed Peace the strange device.

“That should get the Source off the minaret!” she said. “We’ll keep my old buddies off your back!”

“…Is this opportunity I hear ringing?” said Peace. She then dashed off.

“STOP THAT HORSEMAN!” ordered Adaptus. Touché and her team intercepted the pursuing Lords and fought them, but a team of four-legged beasts, with the tell-tale signs of Borg assimilation, leapt over their heads, barking like dogs. They looked like larger wolves with their organic eyes blazing with malevolent intelligence.

“Wargs!” breathed Touché. “Assimilated Wargs!”

“Swiped straight from a place called Gundabad when Mordor was in power!” replied Wyldstyle.

“Gundabad, huh?” asked Touché. She then summoned her Machine Vortexer and pulled out an ID tag. “Override, you and the team keep the enemy busy. I’ll draw the Warg Lords off Peace’s tail!”

“Wyldstyle just got through saying that these are Gundabad Wargs!” protested Override. “They’ll outrun you!”

“My Machine Vortexer can account for the prosthetics. And when it syncs up with the ID tag, it will add the speed of Rhosgobel rabbits!” Touché revealed that her ID tag had a picture of Radagast the Brown. “I’d like to see them try!”

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Peace had quickly entered the First Palace and made her way to where the minaret stood. She heard the howling of the Warg Lords and looked back. “…Time to climb quickly!” she muttered as she found footholds in the minaret’s exterior. Even in a dress as big as hers, Peace could climb quickly. The Warg Lords, sadly, saw the footholds.

“Go away, girls!” taunted Touché’s voice as she arrived in Radagast steel atop her Machine Vortexer. “It’s not bird-nesting time!” The Warg Lords snapped at her in their evil language and chased her.

“…She’s put herself at risk for a stranger,” Peace muttered to herself. “…Right, better use the Source when I get up there!” Peace began to climb faster. She made it to the top and attached Wyldstyle’s device to the Source. The device burned the bonds holding the Source away and Peace caught it before it fell. “All right, time to end this!” The Source glowed and she thrust it into the air.

---

The battle raged on, no one knowing what Peace was doing. Override was doing what she could to keep Adaptus at bay. “I don’t understand,” said the Cyber Rider. “You are machine-life! Technological perfection! Yet you still embrace chaos!”

“What you call chaos, I call order!” replied Override.

“You’re malfunctioning! I’ll fix that!” Adaptus was about ready to key in the number code for her Rider Kick, then her attention was grabbed.

“DEATH HERALD KICK!” shouted Herald B as she sailed through the air and slammed her foot into Adaptus. Adaptus fell to the ground, her armor sparking before it vanished.

“You…you miserable runt!” snarled the Cyber-Priestess. “You undersized…HOBBIT!” She was about to leap at Herald B…when a great drowsiness seized her. The eyelid of her organic eye became heavy and her shoulders sagged. Her body toppled over with a heavy thud and she began snoring. She wasn’t the first to be affected by the sleepiness. Override, Cosmo, Emily, Lurazzi, the Lords, Hana, they all fell asleep. All…but Peace. She had climbed down the minaret and looked across the once noisy battlefield.

“…That’s the general battle taken care of,” she said to herself. “Now…to deal with the enemy.”

“Gi, leave this universe!” demanded Emily as she readied her Vortex Driver. “We do not want the situation to escalate!”

“I have too much riding on this!” replied Gi.

“You’ve got failure riding on this!” challenged Sophie as she brought out her Herald Henshin Phone. Famine brought out her Famine Driver and Lacey got out her Apocalypse Driver. Gi brought out her Cyber-phone and Hana brought out her Shocker Driver.

“Last chance!” warned Hana.

“You’ve already failed!” called Lurazzi. “We’re back on Adrexia Prime! You don’t have the Source and-!”

“Auriella told us where she stashed it,” said Femfaf. “We’ll get it!”

“No, you won’t!” declared Emily. She fastened her Vortex Driver on, Famine and Lacey fastened their belts, Sophie and Gi dialed their respective numbers into heir phones, and Hana fastened her belt. Emily and Hana got out their ID Tags.

“HENSHIN!” shouted all the Riders.

“Famine!”

“Apocalypse!”

“BLITZ! Hito yon’de Akuma no Shocker! Hito yon’de Akuma no Shocker!” Hana’s Rider Form adopted the look of Hermes and had a feather-pattern skirt.

“…So, you’re called Kamen Rider Blitz, yeah?” asked Touché. “Why?”

“Because of THIS!” Blitz ran at Touché and slammed a fist into her gut! That started the fight! Peace stayed out of the fight (it’s in her nature and name not to fight) as the Adrexians fought the Lords while Touché and her team fought their commanders. With Blitz running around, causing havoc, it was hard for Touché to coordinate any proper assault.

“Override, take over command!” said Touché. “I’ve got an annoyance to deal with!”

“Right!” replied Override. Touché then swapped out her ID tag with one emblazoned with a certain hedgehog’s face.

“Sonic the Hedgehog Steel!” announced her Vortex Driver. Armor pieces based on Sonic, complete with a quill attachment for the back of the helmet, were then fastened onto her and she caught Blitz’s next punch. Now they were on equal footing!

“Still can’t fight right, old-timer!” cackled Blitz.

“Old-timer, huh?” Touché then spin-dashed Blitz, unfolded, then delivered a punch straight to her belt. Blitz then slowed down!

“MY SPEED POWERS! THAT’S FIGHTING DIRTY!”

“Aw, bless your heart!” replied Touché. She then grabbed Blitz and slammed her into a tree.

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Over with Gi and her forces, things were faring no better. Override proved to be a more competent commander than she was led to believe. Her intel on the current Nitro Convoy was that she was always running from her problems like the average Velocitronian. She was not made aware of the war between Optimus and Megatron causing her to officially declare Velocitron an Autobot ally. Because of that lack of information, Gi couldn’t get the proper orders out to her troops fast enough, even if she had connected her part of the Cyberiad to the Lord Hive. They were being overwhelmed. “BACK!” she called. “ALL FORCES, RETREAT!” She and Remsu covered the retreat.

“WE GOT THEM ON THE RUN!” called Bashoon. She fired a shot from her wand and stunned Remsu!

“REMSU!” called Femfaf.

“Leave her!” ordered Gi.

“But-!”

“We can’t rescue her now and our enemies will keep her alive and healthy! The only X-Factor is if she’s somehow forced to reveal everything! We’ll rescue her when we regroup!”

“…Understood!” snarled Femfaf as everyone retreated through escape rifts. Vines then bound Remsu’s arms as she woke up. Cosmo stood over her as Malnar approached.

“Well, well, well,” cooed the Under-Queen. “What is this? A sight I never got to see during the Final War?”

“Laugh it up!” hissed Remsu. “I’ll never talk, Captain!”

“Oh, you’ll be talking!” promised Malnar. “Count on it!”

---

Remsu was taken to a police station (still overgrown with plants) and brought to an interrogation room. Outside the room, Emily, Scorpainia, Geltar, Malnar, and Cosmo were discussing how to get the location of the Source out of Remsu. “How resistant to torture is she?” asked Emily.

“Highly,” replied Malnar. “She couldn’t break during the Final War.”

“There’s always the good cop bad cop routine,” said Scorpainia.

“We have Cosmo and Mama Malnar,” remarked Geltar. “…But Remsu probably already knows how temperamental Mama can get. …Er, no offense, Mama.”

“None taken, because you’re right,” replied Malnar.

“Maybe I can be the bad cop?” offered Cosmo.

“Cosmo, no offense, but you’re a little too gentle,” said Geltar.

“Geltar Royana!” hissed Malnar.

“Actually,” said Scorpainia, “we can still use Cosmo’s gentleness and Malnar’s temperament to our advantage.” Malnar and Cosmo each arched an eyebrow at Scorpainia.

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Remsu waited in the room for a while, then Cosmo opened the door roughly. “All right, Remsu Borg!” she snarled. “I need a location and I need it NOW!” She slammed the door so hard, the glass of the one-way mirror cracked. Cosmo flinched. “Er…oops!” she gulped. “S-Sorry, Ma-…” She then shook her head and resumed her routine at the currently perplexed Remsu. “I-I mean, that’s nothing compared to what I’m about to do to you, Remsu, if I don’t get what I want NOW!”

“…What?” asked Remsu, thoroughly confused. Malnar calmly walked in and sat on the table.

“You better watch yourself with a Seedrian, old friend,” she said in a calming, but venomous tone. “Any little thing can set them off.”

“The walking rose bush?” scoffed Remsu. “Malnar, are we talking about the same girl here?” Cosmo snarled.

“Why don’t you step outside, Malnar?” she hissed. “I want to have a little private conversation with Remsu!” She then summoned a bright ball of light. “Let’s put a little light on the subject!” Remsu squinted and shielded her eyes from the brightness of Cosmo’s solar ball. “Oh…sorry,” said Cosmo. “Too bright? …I-I mean, that’s nothing compared to the damage a solar ball can do to your body! You’ll be redder than a tomato! So…TALK!”

“Coffee?” asked Malnar as she offered a cup to Remsu, suddenly appearing at her side.

“GAH! Don’t do that!” protested Remsu.

“I thought you might like coffee. It’s good.” Malnar then smiled wide.

“Wh-Why are you showing me your teeth?!” shuddered Remsu. “What IS that?!” Cosmo suddenly grabbed Remsu by the shoulders and yanked her close to her face.

“You’re gonna need that coffee when I’m through with you!” she snarled.

“Doughnut?” offered Malnar as she brought a doughnut out. Remsu shoved Malnar away.

“GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!” she yelped, really scared about Malnar’s uncharacteristic gentleness. “IS IT POISON?!”

“It’s chocolate. Straight from the Under-realm,” replied Malnar calmly. That was too much for Remsu!

“ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT ALREADY! I’LL TALK! I’LL TALK! I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING! JUST GET HER OUT OF HERE!”

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“…Scorpainia, that was sheer genius!” giggled Emily as she, Geltar, and Scorpainia saw the whole thing.

“Let’s just say Cyber-priestess Gi’s reaction to Override’s ability to command a situation inspired me a bit,” replied Scorpainia. Malnar and Cosmo brought Remsu out of the room.

“The Source is on top of the Royal Minaret of the First Palace,” reported Malnar.

“I’m gonna hurt you when I get free, you know that?” hissed Remsu as an Adrexian led her away.

“Ladies, we’re one step closer to securing the Source!” cheered Emily as she and her friends fist bumped. …Their faces then contorted in pain and they clutched their wrists.

“…We didn’t brace our wrists, did we?” groaned Scorpainia.

“No, no we didn’t!” confirmed Emily through gritted teeth.

As the Adrexians were evacuated, Touché continued to duel Jansha. “What’s your endgame here?!” she demanded. “How will this get you the Source of Peace?!”

“Like I’d tell you!” snarled Jansha. She activated a concealed blaster and fired it. Touché rolled out of the way and converted her blade to gun mode. She opened fire, then Jansha pulled out a metal wand and fired magic blasts. Touché’s helmet gave a readout on the energy of the magic blasts.

“You can use magic?! How’s that possible?!” she yelped.

“Still not singing!” replied Jansha.

“Oh, you and your team WILL sing!” hissed Touché. She then inserted her ID tag into her weapon.

“Final Attack!” it announced.

“RIDER TOUCHÉ SHOT!” she called as she pulled the trigger. Jansha rolled out of the way, the energy blast grazing her shoulder. She clutched her shoulder, then a runic circle appeared beneath her. Touché recognized the circle. “Come back here, you coward!” she shouted. Too late. Jansha vanished and Touché growled. She then heard an alarm. “Hm?” she said. She then noticed a phone icon on her helmet’s HUD. She tapped her belt while looking directly at the icon. Rouge’s symbol then appeared.

“Touché honey,” she purred, “the shuttles are being prepped for heading planet-side!”

“Excellent!” praised Touché. “I’ll join you on the ground!” She ended the call, then summoned her motorcycle and sped to a nearby shuttle. She then dismissed her bike and her armor and Adrexians helped her into a shuttle.

“Madam, we owe you so many apologies-!” said one.

“Save it. I fought one of those that duped you all,” assured Emily. “I don’t blame you all in the slightest.” The shuttle then lurched before escaping to the planet below.

---

The whole journey took two hours before they arrived at a spaceport that was overgrown. “…Damn,” said Emily when she stepped out.

“…We didn’t take care of our home,” sighed an Adrexian.

“Well, we have time to fix the damage,” called a voice. Scorpainia approached them.

“You’re a Tarlaxian, yes?” asked a second Adrexian.

“Queen Empress Scorpainia, at your service,” replied Scorpainia.

“Our deepest apologies for dragging you away from such important-!”

“Believe it or not, you have nothing to apologize for,” said Scorpainia. “In fact, there’s a reason I and my friends are here. Emily, since you’re leading this mission, mind telling them?”

“Ladies of Adrexia,” said Emily, “we’re looking for Lady Peace of the Horsemen of Flourishment, the counterpart to War of the Apocalypse. A person naming himself Khan has seized control of the Tome and is bent on gathering the Sources of Flourishment on top of the Sources of the Apocalypse. Can you help us?”

“We can,” said an Adrexian.

“And we will!” said Lurazzi. “Adrexians, search the planet!” Never had there been a more dramatic surge of unity! All Adrexians scoured the planet! Naturally, Emily and her team helped out. It was Override and an Adrexian nurse that saw something.

“Hey, is that supposed to be part of the tree?” Override asked the nurse. She pointed to a large tree with a woman standing against it and the branches currently holding her to the bark. The woman was cyan colored and wore a floral necklace. The Adrexian nurse gasped.

“THAT’S HER! THAT’S LADY PEACE!” she cheered. Override then switched her comms on.

“Override to all search party members!” she said on an open channel. “Peace has been located! Repeat: Peace has been located! Converge on my position!” Everyone gathered and began cutting the branches restraining Peace. It took a lot of time and careful effort to get her down, but get her down they did. Emily started tending to her. Peace groaned as she opened her eyes.

“Lady Peace, are you okay?” asked Emily. Peace blinked blearily, then focused on Emily’s face.

“…I…don’t know you,” she mumbled.

“We never met,” explained Emily. “I’m Dame Emily Williams, Chief Medical Officer of the Feudal Nerd Society and student at After Academy.”

“After Academy? Then you were taught by my Apocalypse sisters?”

“Still being taught, although I feel the time for graduation is coming up for me. In any event, there’s a reason for my being here and it’s a dire one. Auriella had initially promised this universe’s loyalty to a multiversal terrorist organization called Shocker Umbra twenty of my universe’s years ago, roughly eight hundred thousand here in this universe.”

“That’s when this forest took over the planet!” realized Peace.

“Yes, and now Shocker Umbra has joined with a madman called the Author, the master of the Tome and he’s after your Source.”

“…He cannot claim it, but neither can I.” Emily arched an eyebrow at Peace’s cryptic remark.

“I’ve seen your Apocalypse sisters as well as Life and Bounty hold onto theirs easily,” she said.

“…You saw Life and Bounty?!” asked Peace.

“Yes. The situation is that dire,” replied Emily.

“Then I need to join you, but I need help. You see, the reason I cannot claim my Source is because it’s the cause of this forest.” Emily goggled.

“Auriella used your Source…to make this forest?!” she whispered in awe.

“She has used your Source for ill!” said Lurazzi.

“Lurazzi?!” asked Peace. “A Queen now?”

“Lady Peace, let me explain what happened,” said Lurazzi.

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Peace was aghast at what she learned. “My dearest friend…fallen to evil!” she said sadly.

“Peace, perhaps there’s a way to fix this!” said Emily. “We just need to-!”

“Back away from the Horseman of Flourishment!” called a voice. “We don’t want the situation to escalate!” Everyone turned to see Cyber-priestess Gi, Femfaf, a blunette with a pink and cream dress and rose hairpiece resting on one of her two pigtails, Adachi Hana, Jansha, and Remsu approach them with a contingent of female Lord drones. Malnar growled at seeing Femfaf and Remsu.

“Malnar, you know those two women?” asked Emily as she pointed at Remsu and Femfaf.

“The silver thing is the first female Golem, Femfaf!” replied Malnar. “And the Succubus/Zephyr blender is my old First Officer, Remsu Borg!”

“Borg?!” yelped Geltar. “Like, DOCTOR Borg?! Mama Arsha’s main nemesis?!”

“The same!” confirmed Malnar. “She married Dr. Borg when she was initially in Realmfleet Max!”

“Old rivalries aside,” said Gi, “do not interfere with our plans. WE will be taking the Source! By force, if necessary!”

“You have meddled in affairs that don’t concern you, mortal,” the robot maid said to Emily.

“These affairs DO concern me, tin can! They’re getting in the way of real peace!” Emily tried to wiggle out of the robot’s grasp.

“There IS real peace. You are a disruption and will be removed.”

“There’s no peace! Lurazzi! You know this is just tyrannical quiet! You can’t turn a blind eye! Your people were praised for being peaceful because you changed your social status on a whim! The Adrexians were prospering because a Queen could be a farmer or a maid or a street sweeper and no one would bat an eye! I’m begging you! Listen to me!” Lurazzi considered what was said.

“…X5272, let her go!” The robot stopped.

“…Your Majesty?” asked the robot.

“Your new orders are to help me propagate this information to the entire station,” ordered Lurazzi.

“Not necessary. You may give me that data-disc,” urged the robot.

“…You know what, I should do it myself.” Lurazzi headed to the door. “Somebody’s gotta fix Auriella’s mess!”

“Your Majesty!” The robot then got between Lurazzi and the door. “Ma’am, I insist you give me the data-disc.”

“X5272, get out of my way!” commanded Lurazzi.

“We cannot go home,” said X5272.

“What do you mean ‘can’t go home’?! Why not?!”

“That is classified information.”

“What’s classified?! You don’t keep secrets from the Queen!”

“You are the stand-in Queen,” reminded X5272. “Give me the data-disc.” The robot reached for the data-disc, but Lurazzi kept it out of reach.

“Tell me what’s classified! Is it what Verdutha found?!”

“The disc!” Lurazzi then pointed a magnet at X5272.

“Tell me what’s classified or I shove this magnet into your brain!”

“Your Majesty!” protested Emily. X5272 and Lurazzi stared each other down.

“…Very good, Your Majesty.” X5272 headed to a window and keyed in a command on the terminal nearby. The window became a holographic display of Auriella with an arm around Katie while she rested her head on Auriella’s shoulder.

“And the light’s on! We’re good!” said Auriella. “Hello, Nanny! I’m sure you remember what’s going on. Well, this is kind of my confession. I have constructed an ecological disaster so the Adrexians will have to move. It should be millions of years before it’s over. Until then, the Adrexians need to be off planet as life is unsustainable on Adrexia Prime.”

“Unsustainable?” asked Lurazzi as she remembered some reports about plant life.

“I know, sad and against what Peace taught us, but we can’t tell who’s doing what job anymore,” continued Auriella. “So, rather than go to all-out war against Peace, it’s easier to just contain her and her followers.”

“Easier?!”

“Nanny, I’m implementing Directive V-117,” commanded Auriella. “Go to full autopilot, take control of everything, and do not let the Adrexians return to Adrexia Prime. Repeat; do not return to Adrexia Prime.”

“I think that’s enough, sweetheart,” purred Katie.

“Right you are, love.” Auriella kissed Katie as she turned off the camera. Lurazzi was dumbfounded at what she just learned.

“Now, the data-disc,” said X5272.

“No!” said Lurazzi. “No, wait a minute! Dame Emily, does the data-disc actually have an ecological report?”

“It does,” replied Emily. “Last I saw, there was plant-life.”

“And X5272, when was Nanny given that message?”

“The message was received in the year of the Blooming Star,” replied X5272.

“THAT’S 800,000 YEARS AGO!” shrieked Lurazzi. “X5272, it’s been long enough! We gotta go back!”

“Our orders are not to return to Adrexia Prime,” said X5272.

“But life IS sustainable! The plants’ existence down there is living proof that Auriella failed!”

“Irrelevant.”

“What?! IT’S COMPLETELY RELEVANT!” Lurazzi pointed at the planet out the window. “Down there is our home! HOME, X5272! And it needs us! I can’t just sit on the throne and do nothing! That’s all I’ve ever done! That’s all anyone on this damned station has ever done! NOTHING!”

“You are surviving,” said X5272. “This station means survival.”

“Do these women LOOK like Cybermen to you?!” snapped Emily.

“Silence, interference!”

“Belay that!” snarled Lurazzi. “Dame Emily, keep talking, because you’re right! I don’t want to just survive! I want to live!”

“Survival and living are the same thing,” insisted X5272.

“Living isn’t just blood-flow and heartbeats and brain activity!” Lurazzi went on. “It’s exploring and playing and doing new things!”

“I have directives to follow.” Lurazzi howled in frustration. She then looked out the window and clenched her fist.

“Auriella is no Queen! I am!” she said. “We’re going home TODAY!” Just then, there were multiple clanging sounds. Lurazzi, Emily, and X5272 looked outside the throne room to see robots falling over. Emily smiled.

“Outdated hunks of junk that can’t handle paradoxes,” she said.

“That should make the job easier!” said Lurazzi. “I’ll take care of my people! You and your team get the shuttles ready!”

“Will do!”

“STAY WHERE YOU ARE!” shouted a voice. Lurazzi and Emily turned to see X5272 still standing and tearing its maid dress off!

“…How are you-?!” gulped Lurazzi.

“That robot wasn’t built here,” guessed Emily.

“Correct,” replied X5272. “But my mission remains the same! To prove to everyone that Auriella has it right! That there NEEDS to be a rigid hierarchy! I would have been the first robot of the Realms to prove it, but now-!”

“The Realms?” interrupted Emily. “As in…Arsha’s home?” Emily then realized who this robot was! “JANSHA?!”

“In the flesh, in a manner of speaking,” replied X5272-Jansha Borg.

“You know this robot?” asked Lurazzi.

“Your Majesty, get your people to the shuttles and get them home!” directed Emily. “I’ll take care of this out-of-date scrapheap!”

“Don’t lump me with those things running the station!” snarled Jansha. As Jansha charged, Emily fastened her Vortex Driver and inserted her id tag.

“Henshin!” she called. She spun the wheel and became Kamen Rider Touché, drawing her blade and swinging it at Jansha while Lurazzi dashed out of the throne room to tell everyone the news.

---

Verdutha and her team dashed through the station and were trying to make their way past confused Adrexians. Lurazzi then ran into them. “…Stand-in Queen Lurazzi?” asked Verdutha.

“No, I am QUEEN,” replied Lurazzi. “Nothing more, nothing less!”

“Lurazzi, what makes you say that?” asked an Adrexian.

“Adrexians, we’ve been duped!” called Lurazzi. “I have here, in my hand, proof that Auriella tricked us all into staying here on the station! The rebels have been trying to clear a path for us and we were too comfortable to listen to them!”

“Then…there IS no ecological damage?” asked another Adrexian.

“None whatsoever!” replied Lurazzi. “Release the rebels and let them get down there first!”

“EXPLOSIVE?!” yelped Rouge as she stopped playing dead. Bashoon helped her up on account of the bat’s boots.

“Don’t panic!” said Bashoon. “Scorpainia’s an expert!” Scorpainia had transferred the imaginary explosive material to her hands and kept molding it like a snowball. Verdutha looked concerned.

“Scorpainia, isn’t that a bit much for our purposes?” she asked.

“I believe that’s the correct amount,” replied Scorpainia. Verdutha simply backed off. Scorpainia turned to Bashoon. “Captain Barmek, are you ready?”

“Aye aye!” replied Bashoon as she assumed a catcher’s position.

“I would not want you to drop it.”

“No fear.” At Bashoon’s reassurance, Scorpainia threw the imaginary explosive underhanded and Bashoon tracked it…then mimed fumbling it. Her team cried out variations of “Watch it!”, “Look out!”, or “Careful!”. Bashoon then caught it and smirked. She then carefully set it onto the floor and held her hand out. “Detonator,” she said. Fitri slapped her hand and Bashoon mimed adding a detonator to the explosive. “Fuse.” Another hand slap and more setting up the explosive. “Primer.” Another hand slap, another setup. Bashoon then stood up. “Matchstick.” She was given the imaginary matchstick, then she held it like it was a golf club.

“There is…no explosive!” protested the lead robot.

“No? Observe!” challenged Verdutha. Everyone then called out “FORE!” before Bashoon swung her imaginary club and they all acted like they were caught in the blast! Various robots shut down except the lead robot. “You okay?!” asked Verdutha. She then snapped her fingers near the other robots. They didn’t respond.

“But…there was…no explosion!” said the lead robot.

“I lied,” replied Bashoon.

“What?”

“She lied,” said Verdutha. “Everything she says is a lie. Remember that.”

“Now listen carefully. Verdutha has spoken truthfully.” The robot started smoking at trying to work Bashoon’s statement out.

“You say Verdutha has spoken truthfully,” it said, “but she said that everything you say is a lie, thus you tell the truth, but then that would mean that you are making a liar out of Verdutha, but she tells the truth about everything you say being a lie but you say she speaks truth but you…she…the truth is a lie is the truth is a lie is the truth…Illogical! Illogical! Explain! You are non-robots! Only non-robots can explain! PLEASE EXPLAIN!”

“I’m not programmed to respond in that area!” taunted Verdutha. This time there really WAS an explosion as the lead robot detonated. The women took cover quickly, then peaked out to examine the wreckage.

“What a dated hunk of junk!” complained Bashoon. “Even the dumbest robots of my world could handle paradoxes like that!”

“Here’s why,” muttered Verdutha as she pulled a diamond out of the robot’s chest. “This thing was used as a sort of brain. It’s absolutely terrible in circuitry. It’d be better suited to be on display in a museum. I mean, in many a universe, this would be about twice the worth of the Eye of Chizara, the most priceless jewel in the multi-!” Verdutha didn’t get very far as a certain bat swiped it. “Rouge, give that back!”

“No!” Rouge then hid the diamond…well…you know.

“…You actually put a diamond in your cleavage,” remarked Verdutha.

“Yes, I have,” replied Rouge.

“…How comfortable is it?”

“…Not comfortable at all. But it’s not coming out until I put this thing in me and Knucky’s vault.”

“…Well, as I’m not willing to stick my hand between a woman’s breasts unless it’s a woman I’m sharing a bed with,” said Verdutha, “all I can really say is that the ball is in Emily’s court now.”

---

It was a long way to the Throne Room, but Emily made it. The robot maid opened the door and Emily went inside. After shutting the door, Emily curtsied, and the maid announced her presence. “Presenting Dame Emily Williams of the Feudal Nerd Society,” it said.

“Come forward,” directed Lurazzi. Emily walked forward, then got to her knees. “What is your desire?” asked Lurazzi.

“Your Majesty, an ecological report managed to worm its way into a call I was granted to Verdutha,” explained Emily. “I only request that it be returned to you.” She presented a metal disc with a holographic emitter in the center.

“Let us see this report,” said Lurazzi. “We thank you for returning our property to us. It seems to be an honest mistake and no punishment is needed.” Emily handed the disc to Lurazzi. Lurazzi then activated it and the conversation played between Emily and Verdutha. Only, this time, it was decoded.

“Emily, I just discovered some very disturbing news about this ecological disaster the Adrexians are going through,” said Verdutha.

“What’s going on, Verdutha?” replied Holo-Emily. “When did this all start?”

“What is this?!” hissed Lurazzi.

“Your Majesty, I beg you,” said Emily, “listen to the whole thing.”

“The disaster happened by artificial means,” explained Verdutha.

“…Man-made?” asked Holo-Emily. “For what reason?”

“Auriella became too enamored with a single social structure and came to the conclusion that only an unchanging hierarchy would make the Adrexians better than anyone else in the multiverse and would make them ready to join Shocker Umbra.” Holo-Emily rolled her eyes.

“Because, of course, my cousin’s wife would want that! So, Umbra’s had this universe in their grasp for 800,000 years, local timescale. That’s only 20 years by Beyond City’s timescale.”

“It gets worse. Auriella uses these robots to quell any ideas of resistance. Though, according to the logs I stumbled upon, the robots can’t handle paradoxes.” Holo-Emily blinked at Verdutha’s statement.

“…The robots aren’t THAT dumb, right?” she asked. “I mean, there’s no way they can get stuck on paradoxes like we can.”

“Well, they can. Listen, I have Auriella’s logs encoded in this message as proof, but someone in authority needs to hear this! The Adrexians are stagnating, and they NEED to reclaim Adrexia Prime!”

“Auriella’s logs?” Holo-Emily grinned. “I know how to get them to Lurazzi. You take care of the robots, I’ll deal with Lurazzi. The Adrexians will go home today!”

“Here’s hoping. Good luck, Emily.” The decoded call then ended. Lurazzi sat there, trying to process it all. Just before Emily spoke, the robot maid that accompanied her grabbed her shoulders.

“…Uh oh,” gulped Emily.

To say Emily was going mad was an understatement. She never had been so isolated (having moved from her old universe to Beyond City in 2018, two years before COVID-19 lockdowns). It felt wrong, not being able to contact her friends. If anything, she felt like she was in prison. Her mind raced with plans to see the Stand-in Queen. Maybe she could help. The question was how to get an audience with her. Just then, a robot maid came in. “Dame Williams, Lady Verdutha has requested an audience with you. Would you like to speak with her?”

“Yes, please!” replied Emily.

“Very well,” said the maid. “I shall connect you to her.” The robot then plugged into a computer console and Verdutha appeared on a screen. It seemed like the video was in an old red and blue effect for 3-d glasses. Emily blinked as she recognized what was going on. There was a coded communique.

“Hello, Emily!” said Verdutha. “Enjoying the life of Peace?” Emily had paid attention to Verdutha’s mouth movements and gleaned the message. She knew the audio would be scrambled and respliced into a different sentence.

“What’s going on, Verdutha?” she replied. “When did this all start?”

“Oh, I know,” said Verdutha. “The poor planet. Auriella really has her work cut out for her.”

“…Man-made? For what reason?”

“Well, they saved the important stuff, but the fluidity of it all nearly killed the Adrexians.” Emily rolled her eyes when she translated the mouth movements.

“Because, of course, my cousin’s wife would want that! So, Umbra’s had this universe in their grasp for 800,000 years, local timescale. That’s only 20 years by Beyond City’s timescale.”

“And it gets better! Crime has dropped to only two percent since this new change!” Emily translated Verdutha’s mouth movements.

“…The robots aren’t THAT dumb, right?” she asked. “I mean, there’s no way they can get stuck on paradoxes like we can.”

“It really is the perfect society. The stand-in Queen, Lurazzi, has helped Auriella keep things in order.” Emily goggled.

“Auriella’s logs?” She grinned. “I know how to get them to Lurazzi. You take care of the robots, I’ll deal with Lurazzi. The Adrexians will go home today!”

“You take care too, dear!” Verdutha’s call then ended. The robot maid was about to leave when Emily acted.

“Excuse me! Something went screwy with the call between us!” she called. “It looks like one of your top-secret reports meant for Stand-in Queen Lurazzi wormed its way to my end!”

“Has it?” asked the maid. It checked the call files. “Oh my goodness, it has!”

“Do you think I can give this to her in person? You can watch me so I don’t do anything suspicious.”

“I don’t see any issue with that arrangement,” said the robot maid. “This way, please.”

---

Verdutha managed to call Bashoon, Fitri, Rouge, and Scorpainia. They were granted a group tour of the computer center where all the robots were linked up to a hive mind. Verdutha whispered the plan to her group members as they walked. They soon arrived at the main computer banks where the main robot in charge was coordinating the action. “As you can see, this perfect system is what keeps the Adrexians alive,” said the robot in charge. “If need be, we can restrain those who would be imperfect. We are much stronger-”

“No, WE’RE stronger,” challenged Verdutha. “And I’ll prove it to you.” She leaned to the robot as if she were about to impart a great secret to it. “Can you harm that which you’re programmed to serve?”

“…No,” answered the lead robot. Bashoon took the lead.

“But you already HAVE, my dear,” said the Goblin woman. “Womankind cannot survive on bread alone, you poor, soulless creature, but on the nourishments of liberty! For what indeed IS a woman without freedom? Naught but a mechanism trapped in the cogwheels of eternity!”

“You offer us only well-being,” said Fitri.

“Food and drink and happiness mean nothing to us,” continued Rouge. “We must be about our jobs.”

“Suffering and torment and pain, laboring without end…”

“Dying and crying and lamenting over our burdens…” Rouge and Fitri then looked at each other and spoke in unison.

“Only this way can we be happy!” The two women curtsied. The eyes of the robots were starting to flash as they were processing this new information.

“That is…contradictory,” said the lead robot. “It is not…logical.” It turned to Scorpainia. “Queen Empress Scorpainia, explain.”

“Go ahead,” Verdutha urged the Tarlaxian ruler. Scorpainia then whispered in the robot’s ears.

“Logic is a little, tweeting bluebird chirping in a meadow of carnivorous plants. Logic is a wreath of beautiful flowers that smell rancid.” Scorpainia then studied the robot intensely. “Are you sure your circuits are registering correctly? Your ears are green.” Rouge suddenly wailed in misery.

“I CAN’T GO ON!” she cried. “I’M TIRED OF HAPPINESS! I’M TIRED OF COMFORT AND PLEASURE! I’M READY! KILL ME! KILL ME!” Her compatriots then made finger guns and…fired.

“BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!” they all said. With each bang, Rouge moved as if she were shot.

“Goodbye, cruel multiverse!” she said as she slowly fell to the floor.

“BANG! BANG!” Rouge’s eyes shut and she stopped moving. Fitri put two fingers to the bat’s neck to check for a pulse.

“…She’s dead, Jim,” she said to Verdutha in a perfect Dr. McCoy impression.

“You…cannot have killed her,” remarked the lead robot. “You have no weapons.” Verdutha soon cradled Rouge in her arms.

“Lady Rouge!” she whispered in mock horror. “She had too much happiness! Now she’s happier she’s dead! We shall miss her! Let us hear it for our poor, dead friend!” They all started laughing, then Verdutha moved her hands for silence. “What is a woman but that lofty spirit? That sense of…endeavor?” She winked at Bashoon. “That devotion to something that cannot be sensed, cannot be realized, but only…DREAMED the highest reality?!”

“Brilliant! Bravo!” cheered Bashoon as the group, sans Rouge, clapped and shook Verdutha’s hand. Verdutha then spoke to the lead robot.

“How did you like it?” she asked. The robot wasn’t very advanced, so it got stuck on one thing like a bit of bad code.

“That is…irrational. Illogical. Dreams are not real.”

“Our logic is to be illogical,” replied Verdutha. “That is our advantage. Scorpainia, it is time. The explosive.”

“Very well,” replied Scorpainia. Her right claw then moved from behind her back as if she were holding a sphere of explosive material in it.

Emily woke up on the day of her team’s departure feeling a little nervous. This was a totally different universe they were going to. She headed to the departure point and breathed deeply to calm her nerves. Moradelia then saw her. “Pre-mission jitters?” she asked Emily.

“Yeah, and for two reasons,” replied Emily. “One, I hope the mission goes well. Two, I hope this universe is as friendly as you say it is.”

“I don’t know how much this is worth, but I can assure you, the Adrexians are a lovely bunch.”

“What are they like?” Moradelia smiled as she answered Emily’s question.

“I’d like to keep that for the briefing. Gotta make sure everyone knows what me, Verdutha, and Rojenthi know.”

“Fair enough.” The two women then arrived. Bashoon, Cosmo, Dinara, Elmpam, Famine, Firestorm, Fitri, Gabriella, Geltar, Lacey, Llyra, Malnar, Maria, Natalie, Override, Palmarta, Rojenthi, Rouge, Scorpainia, Sophie, Trema, and Verdutha were gathered as everyone else wished them well. Emily took one last breath, then adopted her signature confident smirk. “Are we all ready?” she asked her team.

“Yeah!” cheered everyone.

“All right, then all that’s left is the briefing on the universe. Moradelia, Rojenthi, Verdutha, take it away.” The three Chizaran Princesses took the stage.

“Like us,” began Moradelia, “the Adrexians are a race of God-like immortals. However, they achieved their power through technological means whereas we achieved ours through magic.”

“Thus, we’ve always called them our technological cousins,” continued Rojenthi. “Unlike us, where we have all the gender and sexual identifications, the Adrexians are a race of women with both sets of…equipment. An accident that went awry, but everyone became so used to it that they stopped trying to bring men back.”

“And while everyone on Chizara is rich,” said Verdutha, “there’s a hierarchy on Adrexia. It’s not totally enforced, though. An Adrexian could be a Queen one day, then decide to be a maid and let a farmer take her place. Everyone’s been the Adrexian Queen at least once or twice.”

“So, the social classes are just where people decide what jobs they want to do for a while,” guessed Bashoon.

“Exactly!” confirmed Rojenthi.

“Takes the fun out of having riches,” muttered Rouge.

“What’s the use of them if we all make the same income?” asked Moradelia.

“All right, ladies! It’s time!” called Emily. “It sounds like this universe is gonna be a breeze!”

“Why’d you say that, Emily?!” protested Famine as she finished her candy bar. “Now it’s gonna be harder!”

“Emily’s right on this one,” said Verdutha. “The Adrexians and Chizarans are our friends. They won’t succumb to evil so easily.”

“Coordinates set,” reported Cosmo. “Let’s go!” Emily opened a rift and the ladies went through.

---

They all landed in a hallway of some sort. The place looked absolutely spotless. “…It’s quiet,” muttered Bashoon.

“Too quiet,” replied Trema. “Something’s wrong.”

“Visitors detected,” called a computerized woman’s voice. “Welcome to Homeworld Station.”

“Who said that?” asked Override.

“I am the station itself,” replied the voice. “May I inquire as to the purpose of your visit?”

“We’re looking for a woman called Peace,” explained Natalie. There was no response.

“…Hello?” asked Emily. Still no reply.

“…Computer, you were given an explanation,” hissed Verdutha.

“My apologies, Lady Verdutha,” the computer finally described, “but I cannot answer questions from servants and low-class ladies.”

“Excuse me?!” snarled Emily.

“Who’s the idiot who programmed you?!” demanded Override. No answer. “…I am Override, the Nitro Convoy of Velocitron and as the duly appointed leader of my planet-!”

“My apologies, Override,” said the computer. “I had no clue you were a lady of such high repute. Your questions are now valid ones.”

“Then answer me this; who programmed you to spout such nonsense?!” repeated Override.

“That would be our Eternal Queen, Auriella Seflowa,” answered the computer.

“You don’t have Eternal Queens,” said Moradelia.

“After the Great Disaster, we had no choice but to elect a permanent Queen,” explained the computer. “This required a new social structure that was rigid and everyone knew their place.”

“Fluid social structure, huh?” Emily snapped at Rojenthi.

“Don’t blame us!” protested Rojenthi. “It was fluid last time we were here!”

“What disaster?” asked Verdutha.

“I’m sorry, but that is classified information,” answered the computer. “Please excuse me, the stand-in Queen is about to speak.” A portly, blonde woman appeared onscreen.

“Good morning, everyone,” she said. “Welcome to Day 37 of the 800,000th year of our five-year planetary cleanup. I can see from our systems that our Chizaran cousins are visiting and they brought people from other universes here with them. As long as they abide by the rules, I’m positive there will be no incidents. Also, today we have a play scheduled for this evening for our flesh and blood servants, so I’d recommend giving them a break from serving you and letting the robots do their work. Other that…it’s same old, same old as we’ve been doing for 800,000 years. My Chizaran cousins, you’ll be escorted to the throne room while your retinue will be escorted to their respective quarters according to their social status. Thank you very much for visiting. You’ll get the full story soon.” The woman vanished and robots arrived. They looked like robots you would see in shows like The Jetsons or other various sci-fi shows of the 50’s and 60’s. The Chizarans were taken to the throne room in the center of the station as everyone else was bustled into quarters relating to their social status and height. Emily found the questions very annoying.

“Name?” asked the robot.

“Emily Williams,” replied Emily.

“Title?”

“Dame of the Feudal Nerd Society.”

“Occupation?”

“General practitioner and surgeon.”

“Universe of origin?”

“Beyond City.” After that, the robot began calculating.

“Our computer sends her apologies for the misclassification from earlier,” said the robot. “You will be assigned Section 3, Room 1. Have a pleasant stay here.”

“…Thank you,” replied Emily. She was then escorted to a rather spacious suite. “Computer, when will I be meeting my friends again?” Emily asked once she settled in.

“Contact with those outside your social class is forbidden,” replied the computer.

“Forbidden?! They’re my friends!”

“Irrelevant.”

“It most certainly is not!”

“No further questions related to communication. Eternal Queen Auriella was quite clear. Good day.” The computer switched off.

“…Peace really has her work cut out for her,” muttered Emily.

Bounty soon found herself at the mansion the Horsemen lived in. She sighed happily. “So, this is where my sisters, past and present, live,” she mused. She rang the doorbell.

“Coming!” came a voice.

“She really IS here!” said Bounty. Life then opened the door and gasped.

“BOUNTY!” she cheered. She then picked up the plump Horseman and spun around. The other Horsemen heard the shouts, then joined Life in welcoming Bounty back.

“It’s good to be back among you,” sighed Bounty once she was released.

“We’ve all missed you here,” boomed War happily, “but most especially Famine!”

“It’s true!” mumbled Famine as she dug into her new pasta bowl. “I mean, I like all the food I’m getting, but yours is the best. So, girls, you can cut it all out, Bounty’s back.”

“…Cut what out?” asked Pestilence.

“…Ordering all these pasta bowls for me. I can’t eat another bite! …Well, maybe just one more.”

“Put the fork down,” said War. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I don’t order takeout. I prefer homemade meals.”

“Don’t look at me,” remarked Pestilence. “I don’t need that many carbs.”

“I’m not wasting the money,” replied Death.

“Well, it wasn’t me,” said Life.

“What’s all this?” asked Lacey as she came in.

“Lacey, are you ordering pasta bowls for Famine?” quizzed Bounty.

“…No, why?”

“You mean…no one’s…?” Famine then looked at the stack of bowls behind her. “Well, somebody ordered all this!”

“…Oh dear,” mumbled Bounty.

---

While Bounty was settling back in the Horsemen’s mansion, Richard asked to meet with Thundercracker alone. He waited for a bit until Thundercracker flew in and landed. His holo-form jumped out of the cockpit. “You wanted to see me?” he asked.

“I…I want to…” Richard sighed. He had rehearsed this, so why was it so difficult to say now? He drew in a breath and tried again. “I’m sorry, Thundercracker.” Thundercracker arched an eye-ridge in confusion.

“…For what?”

“For being unfair to you and the other Decepticons from your world. I grew up thinking all Decepticons were bad, and it was a rare universe where the Decepticons could find common ground with the Autobots, but the way you worked with Bumble…Goldbug proved me wrong. I’m sorry for what I said before the mission started. That was wrong of me and unbecoming of a commanding officer.” Thundercracker smiled.

“If it’s any consolation, I didn’t think too highly of you either. I always thought your wife was the better fighter and questioned why she married you. …Turns out you just have different fighting styles, just like the engines of Sodor have different solutions to problems.”

“…You have to admit, though, sometimes those solutions don’t work out and cause confusion and delay.”

“Maybe so, but they all have the same goal in mind, to keep Sodor as a safe haven for engines of the past, be they steam or diesel.”

“Then let’s follow their example and unite against a common foe, shall we?” Richard stuck his hand out for a handshake.

“…I know my faction’s name kind of says it all, but this is one promise this Decepticon can keep.” Thundercracker then shook Richard’s hand.

---

After a while, Richard was more at ease around other Decepticons…aside from Megatron, he STILL wasn’t sure he could forgive or forget him using Megumi as a bargaining chip. Speaking of his wife, he and Megumi stirred from their sleep. “…Morning, my love,” he whispered in Megumi’s ear. Megumi chuckled at the slight tickle she got from Richard’s breath.

“It’s morning, yes,” she replied, “but I say we take this day to stay in-” Richard then wrapped his arms around Megumi, surprising her and kissing the nape of her neck. “Richard!” she giggled.

“A whole day in bed?” he asked between kisses. “You tempt me, my Queen!” Just then, the doorbell rang. “…Then again!” growled Richard.

“I got it!” called Kaede.

“Well, better get ourselves decent,” mumbled Megumi. After showering and dressing, they found the girls and Lisa speaking with Batman and his family.

“Mr. Wayne, what can we do for you?” asked Richard.

“I noticed a…custom van continually parking in your driveway,” explained Batman. “I’ve never known any of you to drive a 2000 Dodge Grand Caravan that’s as blue as your armor. Judging from the juddering, I’d say the driver doesn’t know it has a suspension problem.”

“Ah, well, good news on that front,” said Richard. “The van’s a friendly one. You see, you have no idea how custom it is.”

“…Richard, that’s not YOUR van, is it?”

“It is,” sighed Megumi.

“Wanna see?” asked Richard as he beamed.

“…All right, color me intrigued,” replied Batman as he, Wonder Woman, and Robin got up. Richard led them to the garage. There were two vehicles in there. One was a 2001 Subaru Legacy, the other looked like a 2000 Dodge Grand Caravan, but something seemed…off to Batman and Robin upon closer inspection.

“…What…is that?” asked Robin.

“That, my dear Robin,” replied Richard, “is a van I have justifiably called…the Spectacular! The electric drive system of a Tesla with the other machinery of a Chrysler Pacifica, all united under the elegant skin of the Dodge Grand Caravan, thus creating a vision of pure…what’s the word?”

“Garbage,” said Batman and his family as they held Wonder Woman’s lasso. Richard goggled at the three in horror.

“…Okay, they have chariots instead of cars on Themyscira, so I can understand Wonder Woman saying that, but Batman and Robin, you two of all people! You’re calling the Spectacular ‘garbage’?!”

“You might be averse to chariots,” said Wonder Woman, “but at least we use brushes to apply paint instead of throwing buckets of paint on them, then just using a rag to clean up the edges.”

“Hey, Mom, Dad, look,” called Robin as she pointed out the headlights, “these are the ones that swivel when you go around a turn.”

“All right, which would you rather ride in?” challenged Richard. “The Spectacular or Megumi’s Subaru?”

“The Subaru,” replied the Bat Family.

“WHY?!”

“Because it’s better in every way,” said Batman.

“All right, I know exactly how to prove you cynics wrong! I invite you to go for a drive in the Spectacular.”

“Be careful,” warned Megumi as Batman helped his wife into the shotgun seat.

“Comfy?” asked Richard.

“Not…really,” remarked Wonder Woman. “Is this as far back as my seat can go?”

“Yes.” Batman and Robin sat behind Wonder Woman and Richard. Richard then pressed the start button and the car switched on and vibrated a bit. It then backed out of the driveway.

“Oh Hera, it moves!” yelped Robin. The Spectacular then moved onto the street and through the local area of Beyond City. After a few miles and gripes from his passengers, Richard called Megumi. A hologram of her appeared on the dash.

“How’s the drive?” she asked.

“We’d only gone a few miles,” boasted Richard, “before the Bat Family changed their mind and agreed that the Spectacular is the best car they had ever been in!”

“No, we didn’t!” protested Batman. “Stop lying to your wife!”

“I thought you guys changed your mind,” remarked Richard.

“I did,” said Wonder Woman. “It’s WORSE than I thought! My spine’s gonna complain in a few hours!”

“If you’re lucky,” grunted Batman.

“Exactly.”

“It’s a little cold here,” muttered Robin. “Can we turn the heater on?”

“That’s not connected,” said Richard.

“What’s the dial near the steering wheel?” asked Wonder Woman.

“Speedometer.”

“Why don’t you use the one it already has?” quizzed Batman.

“That doesn’t work.”

“Does it have a temperature gauge?” asked Robin.

“Not as such.”

“Does it have a fuel gauge?”

“Not really.”

“There’s a lot of wires that aren’t connected to things then,” muttered Batman.

“This doesn’t really have an interior, does it?” asked Robin.

“Persephone, you say that with a bit of sarcasm, but…” Wonder Woman then pointed inside the glove box. It didn’t have an inside to speak of, so one could see the internal mechanics of the van.

“I can see the road!” complained Robin.

“So can I,” said Richard.

“No, there’s a hole in the floor!” Suffice to say, Batman, Wonder Woman, and Robin were NOT impressed by Richard’s Spectacular.

The two ships returned to Beyond City’s shipyards. Everyone departed the ships and were greeted with cheers when the crowd met them. Batman shook hands with Gandalf and they both introduced Wonder Woman and Galadriel to one another. The Elf and Amazon seemed to hit it off. “That rope compels anyone to tell the truth?” Galadriel asked Wonder Woman.

“A gift from the gods of my people,” replied Wonder Woman. “Unfortunately, it’s considered a polygraph and any evidence taken from that won’t be admissible in court.”

“…Sounds rather counterintuitive.”

“Sadly, can’t change a man’s mind that easily, especially when they’re in charge of more than half the world.”

“That IS true.”

---

As the Elf Lady and Amazon Princess spoke, Batman and Gandalf shook hands. “Thanks for joining up again,” said Batman.

“My pleasure, Mr. Wayne,” replied Gandalf. “So, you and Wonder Woman married and had a child.”

“Persephone, the current Robin.”

“How big IS your family, just out of curiosity?”

“The biggest in Gotham. Gotta say, I think I prefer you in gray robes.”

“I’d feel better if I had my hat, but the only color they had was gray instead of blue.”

---

Death grinned as she found Bounty. The two Horsemen hugged each other tightly. “It’s been too long!” whispered Death.

“So Vortech’s been beaten, I hear,” said Bounty. “Chaos has been avenged.”

“We had to find a new Chaos quickly, though. Frankly, a little too quickly.”

“Let me guess, it’s someone from the Thanatos line in that universe where everyone has yellow skin and an overbite.”

“She doesn’t look like that anymore.”

“Really?”

“Really. In fact, here she is now.” Lacey arrived and bowed her head to Bounty.

“Welcome home, Bounty,” she said.

“And what was your name, Chaos?” asked Bounty.

“Oh, I still go by my usual name. I’m Lacey Thanatos Atmadja.”

“Really?” Bounty grinned. “You’ve settled in well as the new Chaos.”

“Big shoes to fill.”

“You wear them well.”

“Ah, Lacey, there you are!” called Anansi’s voice. “I just need to-” Anansi stopped when he saw Bounty.

“Of course. The spider has to be involved in the behind-the-scenes work!”

“YOU?!” yelped Anansi. “Lacey, please tell me you aren’t bringing the Horsemen of Flourishment here! PLEASE tell me that!”

“Well, yes. We’ve updated the security of this universe, so we’re bringing them here.”

“If you and your friends had half the sense you pretend to have, you’d get them out of here at once and leave their Sources here! If you like,” Anansi then turned into a giant spider, “I’d be more than pleased to expedite their departure!” Bounty raised her hands as if she were going to fling fireballs.

“Hold on, no one’s leaving!” protested Lacey as she got between them.

“Their presence here,” urged Anansi, “is the biggest security risk!”

“That’s not your decision to make!”

“ANANSI!” called Richard. The spider looked at Richard. “We said we’d get the Sources of Flourishment here, that also included their respective Horsemen. Why didn’t you raise any objections when Life was brought here?”

“Life’s here too?!” asked Bounty.

“She’s at our mansion right now,” explained Lacey. “I can-” Bounty then breezed past Lacey and Anansi in the general direction of the Horsemen’s mansion. “…I guess not.”

“Lacey,” said Anansi as he returned to his human-ish shape, “I REALLY urge you to get her out of here.”

“Your advice is noted, Trickster,” replied Lacey. She then left Anansi to his thoughts.

---

As he was being congratulated, Richard noticed something odd. “…Somebody’s missing,” he muttered.

“What’s that, Daddy?” asked Kaitlyn.

“I said somebody’s missing.” Kaitlyn then looked around.

“…Where’s Mom?”

“That’s who’s missing!”

“Someone asking for Mama?” asked Kaede as she strolled up.

“Kaede, where’s your mother?” quizzed Richard.

“She’s back home, talking on the phone with Ms. Nonsu.”

“That’s my old boss’s secretary. What does she want with her?”

“Actually, she wanted to talk to you personally.”

“Me?” Richard was a little worried now. “Let’s get home then.” They took Kaede’s car and made their way home. Richard then dashed into the house and found Megumi on the house phone.

“Ah!” she said to the caller. “The man you want to talk to has just arrived.” Megumi then handed the phone to Richard. “Ms. Nonsu for the man of the house,” she said.

“Thank you,” replied Richard as he took the phone. He then spoke to the caller. “Hello, Ms. Nonsu. How are you today? …That’s good to hear. …Oh, I’m fine as well. Just saved a universe as usual. …Yes, I’d like to know why you called. …Oh, that rat’s fired? Good riddance. So, who’s your-? …YOU?! You’re in charge of MNN?! That’s wonderful! …Hold on, that means you need a- …Oh, you have one in-? …ME?! But I was-! …That’s three times what I was-! …Well, if you REALLY think I’m worth that much…all right, I accept! When can I get the additional training? …Well, I just finished a mission and teams without me will be saving other universes for the foreseeable future. …Wednesday morning, it is, then! See you then! Bye bye!” Richard hung up, then punched the air! “HEAD ANCHOR, BABY!” he cheered.

“I had a feeling your luck would turn for the better,” chuckled Megumi.

“Daddy, did MNN rehire you?” asked Kaitlyn. Lisa then came into the room.

“What’s going on?” she quizzed.

“My dears, the matriarch of the house already knew about the details, so it pleases me to fill the rest of you in,” said Richard. “MNN’s board of directors were a bit alarmed at their station’s sudden change from actual news to Khan-centric propaganda, so they went down to the station and fired all of Khan’s supporters and had Ms. Nonsu take over as the one running the place. She hired some new people, even an anchor to fill my old timeslot. The reason for that is because she wants me to be trained as Head Anchor for MNN and, in her words, ‘put MNN’s fact-checking abilities back on track’. This new job comes with a salary triple to what I used to make. To sum up, the one man in this house…is back among the working crowd.”

“And with Ms. Nonsu at the helm, MNN will be the shining example of news broadcasting it once was!” cheered Megumi.

“Thank you all for your help,” continued Richard. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this family, but I thank whatever gods are out there that we’re together now.”

“Well, Emily DID kind of get a bit pushy.”

“Don’t tell her that, she’s got a big enough head as it is.” Richard and Megumi then wrapped each other in a hug and kissed. Kaede opened her mouth to object to how blatant they were being, but Kaitlyn put her hand on her sister’s shoulder, shaking her head and pulling her out of the room.