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Chapter 77

“Vortex!” called Wyldstyle as we flew through the rift. “Do you have a plan for keeping Vortech occupied when we get to Foundation Prime?!”

“As a matter of fact, I do!” I replied.

“How crazy is it?!” quizzed Apocalypse.

“Some of us will think ‘Oh God, oh God, we’re gonna die’!” I responded.

“Yeah, I figured your plan would elicit that response!” called Elphaba.

“Then, it’s such a pity,” called a voice that we all dreaded, “that you’ll never get to put it into action!”

“Hello?” asked GLaDOS over our comms. “I have news which may be upsetting. I am detecting a…”

“Lord Vortech!” interrupted Batman as he pointed ahead of us. Vortech was massive!

“I thought I’d save you the trouble,” quipped Vortech, “and come to defeat you here! I don’t want the mess in my new world! How are you enjoying the rift so far?!”

“I’m very tired of being in freefall!” replied Gandalf.

“Guys, new plan!” I called. I then increased my diving speed, going straight for an area on Vortech’s armor. I had noticed that it held dimensional maelstroms in three different areas to power it. The others caught on and followed me. We soon landed on the armor covering Vortech’s right shoulder.

“Get off me!” protested Vortech. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“This armor stabilizes you as you travel the rift, right?!” I called. “What happens if it’s damaged?!”

“I see!” replied Wyldstyle. “If we can overload the maelstrom, it might damage Vortech!”

“Not as long as I live!” boomed Vortech as Vortexons appeared.

“Wyldstyle, you should really learn to zip it sometimes!” I called.

“Whoops!” said Wyldstyle.

“All right, what’s past is past,” I replied. “Heavy hitters, with me! Tech savvies, overload the maelstrom!” All tech related fighters got to work sabotaging the machinery holding the maelstrom while the rest of us kept the Vortexons off their backs.

“Guys, are you any closer?!” called Cole.

“We’re getting there, just give us a minute!” called Apocalypse.

“I don’t think we HAVE a minute!” I replied.

“Oh, for the love of…GET OUT OF THE WAY!” roared War. She then brought her sword down onto the machine. It sparked and the maelstrom exploded, damaging Vortech and flinging us off in the process.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” roared Vortech. “YOU LITTLE PESTS!”

“Just as predicted,” muttered Batman. The Defender rocket then zoomed by and fired.

“All that fuss to bring a gnat in to help you?!” taunted Vortech. “Pathetic!”

“I don’t know,” I replied as we landed on Vortech’s left shoulder, “it did its job distracting you!”

“Little ants,” snarled Vortech, “I’m going to squash you!” He summoned more Vortexons. The techies got to work as the rest of us held the enemy off.

“Wait, HERE’S what we did wrong!” called Build as he connected a wire. Just then, the maelstrom started destabilizing.

“Here we go again!” I called. We jumped off as the maelstrom exploded and sent Vortech into pain.

“ARGH! You’re really getting on my nerves now!” he roared.

“You wait until we get started!” I called. “We have more help than you could ever muster!

“Really?” taunted Vortech. “You could summon every being alive to help you, it still won’t result in your victory!”

“Guys, there’s one last maelstrom to deal with!” called Death. “Right on his belt buckle!”

“Oh, grief!” I moaned. “Oh well, at least it’s not BELOW the belt! DIVE!” We dove and landed on the belt buckle.

“I grow tired of your antics!” boomed Vortech as he summoned more Vortexons.

“Keep going, guys!” I encouraged as we heavy hitters kept the enemy off the techies. Just then, our job got harder! Someone in a luchador’s outfit arrived and locked onto Batman.

“Batman,” he announced, “I will break you!”

“Bane!” snarled Batman. Bane then grew massive muscles and started swinging!

“I’m going to enjoy hearing your bones shatter!” promised Bane. He then saw the tech guys messing with the maelstrom. “Victory won’t come for you!” he roared.

“Get away!” I called. The techs got away from Bane’s charge. He collided with the machine but didn’t damage it. Just then, I noticed something around his ears. “Nice earrings!” I called.

“Earrings?!” snarled Bane. “Do I look like a girl to you?!”

“Wow, sexist much?” I asked. He then felt around his head and realized that his new earrings were grenades with no pins! They exploded, causing a massive headache for him and destroying the machine. “Your doing, Deadpool?” I asked.

“They looked better on him than me!” called Deadpool.

“Enough!” called Vortech as he flung us off! Just then, a familiar blue box arrived! One and Thirteen poked their heads out.

“Vortech, old boy!” called One. “It looks like you’re stuck!”

“How about we give you a push!” called Thirteen. As they went back inside the TARDIS, it rammed into Vortech, causing an exit to open behind him.


That exit led to Vortech’s temple on Foundation Prime. We all landed roughly while Vortech towered over us. “Er, Godzilla,” I gulped, “I think NOW’S a good time to get big again!”

“Got it!” confirmed Godzilla.

“Not this time!” boomed Vortech as he fired a beam at Godzilla’s Kaiju-riser.

“NO!” roared Godzilla. The Kaiju-riser was destroyed.

“Welcome to the end of chaos,” boasted Vortech, “and the beginning of perfection!” He then started altering the temple until it resembled a fortress!

“Oh no!” I breathed.

“It’s perfect, isn’t it?” asked Vortech. “One single dimension with one single ruler! Kneel to me and I may have mercy on you!”

“Lord Vortech can NOT get away with this!” snarled Wyldstyle.

“I already have!” boasted Vortech. “Who do you gnats think you are?!” That was it! One last roll call for this adventure!

“Kamen Rider Outback!” announced Lord Joshua Williams. “Better watch your back, mate!”

“Kamen Rider Claw!” called Lady Sheela Kumar. “My weapons shall turn you into ribbons!”

“Kamen Rider Swing!” resolved Lady Tonje Haugen. “I’ll be taking your legs!”

“Kamen Rider Hunt!” called Lady Tanisha Akintola. “I shall always get my prey!”

“Kamen Rider Clash!” announced Lady Livia Acqua. “A duel with me shall end in your defeat!”

“Kamen Rider Climb!” shouted Lady Irina Kuznetsov. “Mountains are a warrior’s best friend!”

“Kamen Rider Gallop!” called her brother, Lord Mikhail Kuznetsov. “My riding skills are unmatched!”

“Kamen Rider Sengoku!” called my brother, Prince Hiroki Hishikawa. “You shall get a taste of Feudal Japan!”

“Kamen Rider Vortex!” I, Queen Megumi Hishikawa, declared. “Evil will ultimately bow to me!”

“Kamen Rider Guard!” thundered my boyfriend, Sir Richard Saunders. “None shall harm my friends, family, and lady!”

“Kamen Rider Touché!” called his sister, Dame Emily Saunders. “En Garde, thing of evil!”

“Kamen Rider Zhànshì!” announced Lord Haitao Lin. “Try and stop my quest!”

“Kamen Rider Arch!” boasted Duke Emmanuel Babineaux. “My skills outdo Robin Hood!”

“Kamen Rider Kämpfer!” called Duke Lukas Ackermann. “Your defeat will be certain at my hands!”

“Kamen Rider Seeker!” announced Lady Xiomara Elizondo. “It’s not gold I seek, but your end!”

“Kamen Rider Battle!” called Lord Michael Archer. “For friends and family, I shall be victorious!”

“Kamen Rider Apocalypse!” announced Dame Lacey Thanatos. “Your world shall end!”

“I am Gandalf the Grey!” announced Gandalf. “Prepare to see some fireworks!”

“I’m Wyldstyle!” called Lucy, Wyldstyle, Master Builder. “Time to think outside the box!”

“I’m Batman!” called Bruce Thomas Wayne. “The Dark Knight rises!”

“I am the start of a group of warriors!” announced Takeshi Hongo, Kamen Rider Ichigō, the first Kamen Rider. “I am Kamen Rider!”

“No, you’re all DEAD!” roared Vortech as he summoned Vortexons.

“CHARGE!” I shouted. Boy, did the battle begin! We clashed with the Vortexons as Sh’Kar and her crew were teleported onto the Enterprise. They got to work distracting Lord Vortech while Batman found something about the gravity in a certain corner. There was a pile of junk on the wall. He tried to pull it down, but it didn’t budge. He pushed it slightly upwards and it moved easily.

“Vortex!” he called to me. “I need your help!”

“What do you need?!” I asked. He didn’t explain.

“Shift Keystone, activate!” he announced. “Yellow, on the floor! Cyan, on the wall perpendicular to yellow! Magenta, on the ceiling! Shift! Cyan! Vortex!” I appeared on the wall, walking 90⁰ from the rest of my friends. I shoved the junk up to the ceiling and the gravity it was generating pulled the pile onto it. “Shift! Magenta! Vortex!” I started walking on the ceiling and pushed the junk to the edge where Batman could safely pull it down. “Shift! Yellow! Vortex!” I arrived back on the floor and changed steels.

“Wyldstyle steel!” called Vortoranii as my vision became a Master Builder’s vision. I built a transmitter that beamed unknown instructions to the Defender rocket. It then targeted the square and fired!

“LEAVE THE FOUNDATION OF ALL DIMENSIONS ALONE!” boomed Vortech. Part of the square turned to ash! “You dare try to ruin this dimension?! MY DIMENSION?!” Just then, the walls crumbled and the floor broke up, leaving only platforms leading to a higher platform.

“The Foundation is weakened, along with Lord Vortech!” called Gandalf.

“Excellent!” cheered Death.

“Ichigō, get up on the higher ledge!” I called. “I see a vent and its patch!”

“Understood!” called Ichigō. He jumped onto the ledge.

“What does a vent and patch have to do with stopping Vortech?!” yelped Nigō.

“Scale Keystone, activate!” announced Ichigō once he got onto the ledge. “Enlarge scale of Nigō!” Nigō then grew, startled at the sudden increase in altitude!

“What kind of toys have YOU acquired?!” he yelped.

“Could you apply the patch, please?!” snapped Ichigō. Nigō did so, then held up a dangling part. “Lessen scale of Deadpool!” announced Ichigō.

“All right, Mini-pool!” squeaked Deadpool as he shrunk. He crawled into the vent. As he did his business, I overheard Legolas and Gimli.

“Legolas! Two already!” called the Dwarf.

“I’m on seventeen!” replied Legolas. Gimli was momentarily stunned.

“I’ll have no pointy-ear outscoring me!” he bellowed. He went back to lopping legs off the Vortexons.

“I am everywhere!” boasted Vortech. “I am all powerful!” The area behind us opened and I felt a buzz.

“Locate Keystone, activate!” I called. “Initiate rift detection!” I found it in that area. “Identify source of rift!” The information was beamed into my head. “Locate help from D-0-C-T-0-R-W-H-0!” I announced. A Dalek then flew in. The shell looked…different. It was grey, with darker grey sensor globes on its skirt, antennae on each globe, spikes lining the inside of the plunger, a pupil in the blue light of its eyestalk, pyramidal speech indicators, and some sort of shield around its neck. It looked at us and was filled with its usual hate.

“Exterminate!” it squawked.

“Parlay!” I yelped.

“Parlay?” asked the Dalek. “I have no understanding of the word! It is not registered in my vocabulary bank!”

“I have a proposition for you!” I elaborated.

“Explain!” demanded the Dalek.

“Lord Vortech has begun his plan and is powered by Foundation Prime!” I said. “We need to bring him down so both sides can flourish!”

“That Foundation,” helped Gandalf, “is most definitely the key. The palace will be destroyed along with it.”

“You propose an alliance?” quizzed the Dalek.

“Wouldn’t it be a testament to Dalek strength and purity,” I asked, “if you helped a lower life-form beat a god-like creature?” The Dalek appeared to consider.

“…Request accepted!” it responded later. “The truce ends when Vortech is damaged!”

“Agreed,” I said. The Dalek then flew into the air to lock onto the square. It aimed its gunstick.

“Exterminate!” it shouted as it fired. The segment was destroyed and I decided now was a good time to send the Dalek back!

“Dismiss help!” I called. The Dalek was sucked into a rift and Vortech noticed. The area behind us crumbled away as we moved closer to Vortech. Wyldstyle took this opportunity to make a giant proton pack with a Chroma Lock design on it, a red circle, a purple left L-shape, and an orange right L-shape. “Okay, we have to search for the discs!” I suggested. “Find them!” We traveled across the room to find a gateway. The coordinates were set to Vorton! I made a quick call to GLaDOS to build something that can cause damage. We then fired up the gateway we had and GLaDOS poked her head out.

“It appears you need my help,” she said. “That is so unlike you. Now, hurry up and finish this!” She threw a rocket turret through the portal and closed it. I took command of it and fired it at the square. It was now one fourth of its original shape! Vortech struggled to keep himself up from the hammering the Enterprise was giving him!

“Your disobedience only angers me further!” he threatened as he summoned more Vortexons. As we fought, the area containing his gateway fell apart and we continued our search for the Chroma discs. Wyldstyle found them buried under some rubble around the room.

“Chroma Keystone, activate!” she announced. “Chroma Lock, reveal! Chroma! Red! Apocalypse! Chroma! Blue! Vortex! Chroma! Yellow! Batman!” We all jumped into our respective paint blobs, then Batman and I took our respective L-shapes while Apocalypse jumped first into the circle, then my position, and then Batman’s. The Proton pack then fired at the square, but it wasn’t enough power!

“You cannot prevent the inevitable!” laughed Vortech.

“Crap, we need to give it more power! More electricity!” I wailed.

“My turn!” called Gandalf. “Elemental Keystone, activate! Element of lightning, Vortex and Apocalypse!” The electric aura surrounded us both and we looked at Gandalf in surprise. “It has been said by X-PO,” explained Gandalf, “that you two will beat him!” We got the hint, then fired streams of lightning at the proton pack, giving it the necessary power to fry the last remaining fragment of the square!

“NO!” wailed Vortech as the fortress fell apart. “YOU’VE UNDONE EVERYTHING! YOU’VE DESTROYED PERFECTION!”

“Your brand of perfection is only stagnation!” I thundered back in reply, dodging debris. “That’s what the Feudal Nerd Society was founded on! We know we can never achieve perfection, but we don’t care! You would make everything the same, but we know that diversity and mixing ideas make one truly strong!”

“Lord Vortech, last of the Vortonians,” affirmed Apocalypse, “you were so obsessed with perfection, you’ve blinded yourself to the chaos you and Shocker Rift have wrought! Now, look at yourself; all alone with no allies and no power!” As Vortech thrashed about, he fell into the white sea while the fortress split apart. We were rapidly losing stable ground! The Enterprise dove and leveled itself.

“JUMP!” shouted Batman. He didn’t need to tell us twice. We jumped onto the Enterprise’s hull and tried to get us out of here, but Vortech’s fist smashed its underside! We landed on a circular platform and saw Vortech, still giant, rise from the sea beneath us.

“I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!” he promised. “YOU WILL FEEL MY UNBRIDLED FURY!”

“Do you think we annoyed him?” gulped Wyldstyle.

“Perhaps, just a touch,” replied Gandalf.

“Then let’s make him madder!” snarled Godzilla.

“Now, how to begin?” wondered Vortech. “I will not be denied retribution!” He summoned Vortexons and fired eyebeams!

“Hey, that’s my thing!” snapped Superman. Vortech then opened a bunch of rifts and allowed junk to fall all around us! Wyldstyle found a way to make a giant slingshot with the junk and fired it at Vortech. Vortech stumbled but regained his balance. He then tried to tilt the platform to make us fall into the sea, so we held on for dear life! When it was clear he wasn’t getting the result he wanted, he leveled the platform again and tried again, Vortexons, eyebeams, and summoning junk. This time, the junk was fireworks, Gandalf’s specifically, so Gandalf lit them and they launched at Vortech! Vortech recovered from the hit and tilted the platform again. No dice, we weren’t gonna fall into the sea! The platform leveled and Vortech tried the same method one last time. What’s the definition of insanity again? The junk he summoned this time was a giant cannon that Batman charged up to full power. He fired and Vortech stumbled, losing his breath.

“I can…reassemble the Elements!” he gasped. “This isn’t defeat for me! This isn’t where it ends!” Unbeknownst to him, three portals had opened behind him.

“You’re right, Vortech,” confirmed Batman. “But, that is!” He drew Vortech’s attention to the portals.

“NO!” called Vortech as he was getting sucked in. “YOU CAN’T WIN!” He was then fully pulled in, but the power of the portals was too strong! It was sucking EVERYTHING in! The TARDIS then arrived and Eleven and Twelve opened the door.

“Come on!” called Twelve. “This place is for the Knacker’s yard!”

“Get in!” called Eleven. We all piled into the TARDIS and it quickly took off.

“All right,” said Thirteen as she, One, Four, Five, Six, and Eight worked the console, “we need to tie up that rift into a pretty, little bow so that Tall, Dark, and Shouty can’t get out and you lot,” she left the console to shove us all back to the door, “need to stand just there. Good. Don’t move!” She then handed us a small little silver cylinder with a red light on top. “Hold these,” she ordered us as she returned to the console.

“Is there anything we can do?” asked Death.

“I suppose,” replied Two, “you could yell.” He then opened the door behind us! We were sucked into the rift and yelled as Two suggested. W. Doctor poked his head out.

“Sorry,” he called, “but there’s a good chance we won’t be able to get out of here if this works!” He then pulled the phone out of the exterior and dialed. “Are you ready to go, X-PO?!” A rift then opened and X-PO’s voice drifted through.

“You know, for a Time Lord,” he sassed, “you really like to rush people! There, final calculations complete. Uploading now. Vortex Riders and friends, point the devices the Doctors gave you at Lord Vortech.” Vortech’s head arrived and we did as instructed.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” he demanded.

“Giving you what you wanted, Vortech! Perfection!” I responded. “The perfect prison!” The devices made an energy cage.

“Argh!” snapped Thirteen’s voice. “It needs a push to get Vortech all good and trapped!”

“I have the perfect solution in mind!” I called. “Doctor Thirteen, come join us!” Thirteen was confused but took me up on the offer. “All right, Minna-san!” I called out. “One last kick for the road!” Everyone then got into kicking position and did a flying kick towards the energy cage. “RIDER ALL RIFT KICK!” I announced. We kicked hard and the energy cage surrounded Vortech. Thirteen went back into the TARDIS as multiple portals pulled the rest of us in. I had blacked out from the sudden pull, so I had no idea what would happen next. All I heard was Vortech’s final defiant roar.

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Chapter 74

We awoke in the med-bay of Vorton. I sat up, a little too quickly, and got dizzy. “Easy,” said a masculine Japanese voice. “Save your strength.” I looked up to see Hiiro putting his hand on my shoulder. Emu and Emily were next to him.

“What happened?” I asked as I realized I wasn’t in my suit.

“When that thing started collapsing in on itself,” explained Emu, “Death fired some sort of beam to your location, allowing Vorton to pick you guys up before they rescued us.”

“The ones you rescued are safe,” assured Emily, sensing my worry. “They’re waiting outside for you lot.” I heard stirring as my team and Robin woke up. Once things were deemed okay, we explained the story and were released from the med-bay. When we left, our friends greeted us.

“Wyldstyle!” cheered MetalBeard.

“Gandalf, we got out!” called Frodo.

“Of the frying pan, yes,” countered Gandalf.

“Did we destroy the piece of Vortech?” wondered Robin.

“We did,” confirmed Batman, “but if that’s what a tiny piece of Vortech can do, we’re going to need help.”

“From who?” asked Momotaros. “We got all the help right here!”

“No, we don’t,” I countered. “We need help from a few of our new friends, and maybe an enemy. One that Chell should be familiar with.” Chell then signed something hurriedly.

“I agree!” affirmed Tanisha. “We’re NOT recruiting GLaDOS into this!”

“We need an a.i to help run things,” I explained.

“Then let’s get someone else!” begged Emily.

“My mind’s made up,” I said, putting my foot down. “Emily, you will retrieve GLaDOS. Michael, I need you to get the Doctor. We need X-PO back online. Xiomara, you’re getting the Ghostbusters. Richard, Mr. Saunders, I need you to get, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, Mr. Simpson. Hiroki, I need you to get the Ninjago team. Elphaba, scour the multiverse for Dorothy and her friends.” Elphaba winced. “Wyldstyle, see if you can gather more Master Builders. Gandalf, I need you to gather the Fellowship. Batman, get the Justice League. Livia, I need you to get the Gamer Kid and whatever characters you can retrieve. Haitao, see who you can get in Jurassic World. Tonje, you’re going to Chima. Mikhail, I need you to pick up Mystery Incorporated. Josh, I need you to make contact with Marty and Doc Brown. I’ll pick up Godzilla. The rest of us will train with the Kamen Riders and Vader and his men.”

“Your Majesty,” piped up Rusty, “you may want to answer this distress call. I heard that a Prometheus-class starship from S-T-4-R-T-R-3-K was a Foundation Element. I’ve found that ship’s crew and Captain.”

“Get them here,” I ordered. “We may need Starfleet’s help.” A portal opened and the crew, led by a Klingon woman with all four pips on the collar of her red shirt, came onto Vorton.

“Q let us contact your home,” explained the Klingon Captain. “I am Captain Sh’Kar of the U.S.S. Enterprise-H.”

“Welcome to Vorton, Captain,” I said. “I am Queen Megumi Hishikawa of the Vortex Riders. Forgive me if I don’t guide you around the place, but we’re rather pressed for time. We’re picking up allies for our final battle with the one who stole your ship. Would you like to join us?”

“Is a Vulcan logically minded?!” snarked Sh’Kar. “You ask a Klingon if she would like to join the fight?! Of course! Besides, I have a mission with my crew to begin! I can’t do that without a ship!”

“Then Emmanuel will give you the tour and you can join the rest of my people in training,” I told her.

“Before you gather allies,” Sh’Kar stopped me, “do you have any idea what these are?” It was a pouch of studs, 125,000, to be exact.

“Money,” I explained. Sh’Kar handed the pouch to me. “How do you guys pay for goods when dealing with Ferengi?” I asked.

“A small supply of latinum is given to each officer,” explained Sh’Kar. “How rich are you now?”

“We’re now at 4,486,000 studs,” I elaborated. I turned to my people. “All right, ladies and gentlemen, you know your objectives?” Everyone confirmed. “Rusty, send us to our destinations!”

“I obey!” confirmed Rusty. She sent us through, starting with Xiomara.


I found myself on a pump-car on an old subway line. I shrugged, figuring I didn’t need it. I then heard someone shout “Hello!”

“Hola?!” I responded.

“Hey!” called another voice.

“Ghostbusters? Is that you?” I quizzed.

“Xiomara?!” called Peter as the Ghostbusters rounded a corner.

“Ghostbusters, hola!” I said. I was hugged from all sides. “It’s nice to see you too!” I affirmed. “However, my business here is not to catch up with you guys. I know the world ending is nothing new to you four, but this is bigger than just the world.”

“Judgment Day,” guessed Ray.

“Si, only worse,” I replied. “I’ll fill you in.”

“WINSTON!” called a demonic voice. It sounded like it was from behind us.

“Okay, I’m outta here!” yelped Winston. We backed up, almost stumbling over ourselves.

“Rusty,” I stammered into the comms, “I found them and could really use a…” I turned and saw a shriveled, severed head! I screamed and soon, many more heads in the same condition appeared around us! We all screamed as long as they stayed! Then, just as suddenly as they appeared, they vanished. “…Everyone okay…?” I mumbled. The Ghostbusters mumbled their confirmation, then a whistle sounded.

“Did you hear that?” asked Peter.

“It sounded like a…train,” mumbled Winston.

“Uh uh,” argued Ray. “These lines have been abandoned for…fifty years.”

“…Oh,” I said. We walked further forward and then…I heard them! Train wheels on rails! We turned around to see the light of a steam engine coming right for us! The Ghostbusters got out of the way, but I was frozen in fear! Thankfully, it was a ghost train, so it passed through me, but I still screamed as it did! It vanished into the darkness and the Ghostbusters came up to me to see if I was okay.

“That must have been terrifying!” guessed Winston.

“I think it was the train that went through you, Winston!” theorized Egon. “The old New York Central, City of Albany! Derailed in 1920! Killed hundreds of people! Did you catch the number on the locomotive?!”

“Lo siento, Señor Spengler!” I weakly apologized, still getting over my fright. “I missed it!”


I couldn’t believe my eyes! I was in front of the first iteration of the TARDIS! The one William Hartnell used! I approached the box and lightly touched the door, causing it to open. “What on earth?!” spluttered an old man’s voice. I heard footsteps and saw a man with white hair poke his head out. “Young man,” he griped, “do you realize how dangerous it is to just waltz into someone’s house?!”

“Er, begging your pardon, sir,” I said, pretending not to know this old man, “but I simply tried knock and the door moved on its own.” The old man grabbed his lapels in contemplation.

“Goodness me,” he muttered to himself. “It seems I forgot to lock it.” He then returned his attention to me. “What do you want?” he asked.

“I don’t suppose you know of a doctor around here?” I asked.

“My dear boy, you happen to be talking to one,” explained the old man, the First Doctor. “Come inside and tell me your troubles.”

“What, in there?!” I said, feigning ignorance about the TARDIS’ internal dimensions.

“Well, I can’t exactly have you freezing out here, can I?” snapped the Doctor. “Come in and shut the door! I don’t want a draft!” I followed him in and then lit up my face in astonishment. I’ve always wanted to be stunned at the TARDIS’ interior.

“Good heavens!” I breathed. “This is impossible!”

“Impossible?” snapped the Doctor as he fiddled with the console, the time rotor in the center not going all the way up to the ceiling. “Whatever next?” Just then, the TARDIS shuddered and took off on its own!

“What’s going on?!” I yelped, really wanting to know the answer.

“I don’t know!” responded the Doctor as he worked the controls. “Dear boy, go and check the fault locator, in that wall over there!” Most TARDIS console rooms don’t have it, but a fault locator does exactly as it says on the tin, it locates faults in the TARDIS’ systems. I checked it and got the readout.

“System J-27-Beta!” I called.

“J-27-Beta?” asked the Doctor. “Oh dear. You haven’t touched anything, have you?”

“No, why?” I responded.

“Well, you see,” explained the Doctor, “J-27-Beta is what keeps me from travelling into my future.” Just then, the TARDIS shook again and the console room looked slightly different. “Oh dear, it’s already started!” breathed the Doctor. I then noticed something on the console, by the time rotor. I picked the object up and examined it with the Doctor.

“A recorder?” I muttered.

“What on earth is that infernal thing doing in my TARDIS?” asked the Doctor.

“Excuse me, may I have that back?” asked a new voice. We whirled around to see a man in a Beatles’ haircut and dressing like a hobo. His hand was outstretched. I put the recorder into his hand and he put his mouth to it, playing a few notes. He then inspected it with a furrowed brow. “You haven’t been trying to play this, have you?” he asked. He then saw the Doctor. “Oh dear, we ARE in a pickle, aren’t we?”

“I presume this is YOUR TARDIS, sir?” asked the Doctor, rather One, since HIS immediate future incarnation, Two, was now with us. “I don’t like it,” muttered One. Two frowned

“So young, and yet so old,” he muttered. The TARDIS then changed again, altering just a bit. “Oh no,” moaned Two. “It’s that old fop’s TARDIS. My word, he’s always trying to show off!”

“You’re no joy to work with either, you midget hobo!” came an erudite voice. An older man in fancy clothes came in. “I take it YOU’RE the reason System J-27-Beta is out of commission.”

“Indeed not!” argued Two. He and the dandy, Doctor number Three, then started arguing.

“Oh, good heavens, will you lot stop messing about?!” snapped One.

“He started it!” argued Two and Three together. The TARDIS then changed into a wooden room with the console in wood and no time rotor.

“Oh, there you are!” said a jovial voice. A man with a mop of curly hair and an enormous grin and long, multi-colored scarf appeared with a bag of something in his hand. “I don’t suppose either of you would like a Jelly-baby?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t mind one,” I said. The man, the Fourth Doctor, let me reach into the bag and I took an orange one. The sweetness took me by surprise.

“Oh, don’t like it?” guessed Four.

“No, I do,” I assured him, “it’s just been a while since I had one.” The console room then went back to white and the time rotor came back. Standing there was a man in a cricketer’s uniform with a stick of celery on his left lapel.

“Good heavens, that can’t be right,” muttered the man, Doctor Five. “Well, time to fix…” He then caught sight of us. “YOU!” he exclaimed. “How did you lot get into my TARDIS?!”

“I could ask the same question!” said a rather loud voice. The owner was a man wearing some brightly colored patchwork coat! We all screamed in pain as our eyes saw it. The man, Doctor Six, put his hands to his hips.

“Please, tell me you’re me at my last incarnation!” begged Five.

“Why should I tell you such a lie?!” snapped Six. “I come directly after you! Good thing, too. A stick of celery on such a boring outfit?!”

“Oh, Rassilon, you’re worse!” moaned Four. “You’re the Mid-lives crisis!”

“MID-LIVES CRISIS?!” protested Six.

“I’d say that’s rather accurate,” said another voice. The owner, Doctor Seven, was a little man with a question-mark waistcoat, or vest, if you’re American. “Good heavens,” muttered Seven. “It’s as they say, too many cooks spoil the child!”

“…Spoil the soup,” I corrected. The TARDIS changed again. It looked more like a library and the time rotor went all the way up to the ceiling.

“What are you lot doing here?!” demanded a voice. We whirled around to see a man with long, wavy hair, the Eighth Doctor. “You can’t just stroll into my TARDIS like that!” snapped Eight. The TARDIS changed again. The walls were back to having roundels, but now there were coral supports. “…System J-27-Beta?” he guessed.

“It looks that way,” rasped an older voice. A war weary man then approached us. “It looks like time is showing its disappointment in me,” sighed the man, the incarnation most fans call the War Doctor.

“You’re not involved with the Time War, are you?” asked Eight.

“Time war?” asked One. The walls changed to yellow.

“Yeah, and he made a mistake that cost us Gallifrey!” snarled a voice that sounded like it was from the north. A man in a leather jacket arrived. “Because we lost our home, I can’t call him the Doctor!” snarled the man, Doctor Nine.

“What I did, I did without choice!” argued W. Doctor. “In the name of peace and sanity!”

“You didn’t do it in the name of the Doctor!” said another voice. Another man in a long coat approached. The TARDIS changed again to look more steampunk. “Okay, who touched what?!” demanded the new man, Doctor Ten.

“I’d say you lot touched something!” said a voice as someone in a bowtie tripped into view. Yes, I meant “tripped”. The man, Doctor Eleven, was one of the clumsiest Doctors.

“Wait, you two are my replacements?” asked Nine. “A pretty boy and a baby giraffe?!”

“More like uncoordinated house-cat!” replied W. Doctor.

“OI!” snapped Eleven. “I am NOT uncoordinated! And YOU!” he pointed to Nine. “How about those ears, Dumbo?!”

“My ears are just fine!” snapped Nine. The TARDIS then changed into Twelve’s.

“Good Lord, will you all stop arguing?!” snapped Twelve as he arrived. Eleven looked confused. “Seriously, it’s like dealing with pudding brained versions of yourself!” he griped.

“That…makes no sense,” whispered Eleven. “Pretty Boy over there…”

“OI!” protested Ten.

“…regenerated into that body again, making him the eleventh and twelfth incarnation,” continued Eleven. “Strictly speaking, I’m the last Doctor. So, why am I getting the same sense of familiarity with you as I do with them?”

“The Time Lords granted us a new regeneration cycle,” explained Twelve.

“The Time Lords?” asked Nine.

“But…they’re gone,” said a confused Ten. “HE killed them!” He was pointing to W. Doctor. Just then, the TARDIS landed.

“Well, it looks like explanations will wait,” I said.

“Michael, were you the one who fiddled with System J-27-Beta?” Twelve asked me. His previous incarnations looked at me.

“Michael?” asked One. “That’s your name?”

“…Yes, sir,” I replied, dropping the charade.

“And he addressed you by name,” noted Two.

“You’ve been in the TARDIS before, haven’t you?” quizzed Nine.

“Yes, Doctor,” I confirmed. “Specifically, this exact TARDIS interior. And, to answer your question, Twelve, I didn’t touch System J-27-Beta! While Six appeared, I had a brief chat with the TARDIS. It sabotaged that system itself.”

“You did what?!” Twelve snapped at the TARDIS. It beeped its reply. “You know the laws of time as well as I do! I can’t travel with my previous incarnations! On top of them risking creating a weak point with their mere presence, they cramp my style!”

“A magician with style?” muttered W. Doctor.

“Look, if we can all concentrate!” I snapped. All Doctors turned to me. “I’ve just had another chat with the TARDIS and we need to pick up Twelve’s successor. Somehow, the TARDIS couldn’t pick her up, but it could at least land in her general vicinity.”

“Her?!” wailed Six. “Are you telling me I become a woman?!”

“What difference does your physical makeup matter?!” I responded. “She’s still the Doctor!”

“Probably not as charismatic as me,” scoffed Four.

“Oh, for goodness sakes!” I snapped. “You lot sound like Internet trolls right now! Come on! Those that have them! Screwdrivers out!” Three, Four, and Eight to Eleven whipped out their sonic screwdrivers while Twelve pulled out sunglasses. He tossed me his TARDIS-like screwdriver.

“I have a feeling you’ve always wanted to swish about with a Sonic Screwdriver,” he explained.

“What are you doing with those wands?” asked One.

“They’re Sonic Screwdrivers,” explained Nine.

“Sir, where’s yours?” asked Three to Twelve.

“Right here,” explained Twelve as he pointed to the sunglasses.

“…Sonic Sunglasses?” asked Nine.

“…Okay, why?” asked Ten.

“I think they’re cool!” replied Eleven with a grin.

“Will you stop using that word?!” snapped Twelve.

“Oh, for heaven’s sakes, let’s just get on with it!” snapped One. We all exited the TARDIS to see that our surroundings were coral-like.

“Well, if this isn’t a Zygon ship,” muttered Five, “then I didn’t beat Sir Francis Drake in cricket.”

“You brought cricket into that time?” I asked. My screwdriver then picked up a double pulse. “Gentlemen, around that corner!” I whispered.

“Not yet!” whispered W. Doctor. “Zygons too!”

“I have an idea,” whispered Twelve. “Adjust the frequency settings to 0.3794-Z. It should fool a Zygon’s eyes into thinking we’re Zygons.” We all did so and simply waltzed right in. The Zygons paid us no mind as we saw the current Doctor strapped to a table and a Zygon holding some instrument to her head.

“Identity confirmed,” reported the Zygon to his superior. “It IS the Doctor!”

“So, Doctor,” snarled the warrior-engineer, an aggressive chap, “what’s you game here? Do you seriously expect me to believe that Vortech is real?”

“That WAS the plan,” confirmed Thirteen. “Look, Zorkoth, Vortech will…!”

“Vortech is nothing more than something I told my hatchlings to scare them into behaving!” snarled the Zygon. “Now, if you will not return my ship’s power core, I will most certainly…” he was interrupted by the emergency lights shutting off. “WHAT NOW?!” he roared. I quietly congratulated Three for fiddling with emergency power. “Find the malfunction!” Zorkoth ordered his troops. The Zygons then left the room, allowing us to cancel our disguises and free Thirteen.

“Thanks for the helping hand, gentlemen,” thanked Thirteen. She then realized who her rescuers were. “Oh, good heavens,” she sighed. “I was only expecting Eyebrows over there!”

“We can discuss that later, Doctor!” I yelped as a Zygon alerted his crewmates to a prisoner escaping and intruders on board.

“RUN!” shouted Nine. We all made a mad dash for the TARDIS and entered it. The console room had changed while we were gone, looking exactly as Joshua described it.

“I see you’ve redecorated,” observed Two. “I don’t like it.” Thirteen had gotten the TARDIS to take off, then tried to pull her hand away from the console only for it to be pulled back. She rolled her eyes, then buzzed her silver sonic screwdriver on whatever glue was used so it would dehydrate.

“That Zygon webbing gets everywhere!” she griped.

“Zygons make webbing?” I asked myself as the Doctors had a telepathic conference to catch each other up.

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Chapter 65

The storm was getting nearer and nearer and time was against us! Marty’s parents met, albeit in different circumstances than Marty’s original history, and the Doc had just wired everything up. Marty wasn’t here yet! “Come on!” I whispered. “Damn, where is that kid?!”

“He should be here any minute!” hissed Haitao.

“There he is!” called Ryōtarō.

“Okay, he’s trying to give Doc Brown the letter!” I observed. “There’s the Doc, tearing it up!”

“Hey, there they are!” called Wyldstyle. Running towards the duo were Heather and the Deer Imagin!

“Everyone,” declared Ryōtarō as he drew out the phone, “we’re doing it together!”

“Darn straight!” confirmed the princess. She got her crystal out and pressed the button.

“SPARK!” it called. Ryōtarō then opened the phone.

“Henshin!” we announced as we ran towards Heather and the Deer Imagin. Ryōtarō pressed a button on the side of the phone and set it over the buckle.

“Climax Form!” shouted the belt as all the Imagin of the Den-Liner crew jumped into him. The Climax Form armor appeared and Den-O was ready.

“Ore-tachi…sanjou!” declared Den-O.

“Not you idiots again!” groaned Heather. We clashed again as Marty backed the DeLorean up. “Will you leave us alone!?!” roared Heather.

“You’re playing with fire!” warned Zhànshì. “If you make that belt, it’ll burn half the multiverse!”

“Like I care!” snapped Heather. “I’m coming back with a fully functioning body, one way or another!”

“Wait, what?!” said the Deer Imagin. Heather then used the Imagin as a club and swung him into us before tossing him aside.

“Let me tell you right now, you kangaroo,” Heather said to me, “if Marty returns to the future because of your interference, I will change the outcome of the whole trilogy very quickly!”

“I won’t let that happen!” I declared. I swung my blade across her front. She sparked as my blade made contact.

“What happened to the purity of unarmed combat?!” she asked.

“Again with that vile word!” I shouted.

“What, combat?” quizzed Heather.

“Purity, you idiot!” I insulted. “Gods, a kid with worse autism than ME could pick that up! It should be easier for a neurotypical like you! Unless, you’ve got a worse case of autism than me. It IS a spectrum disorder.”

“CALL ME A RETARD LIKE YOU, WILL YOU?!” roared Heather as she decked me.

“I didn’t even say ‘retard’!” I protested as I picked myself up. “You’re just hearing things!” Heather kept her focus on me while the rest dealt with the Deer Imagin.

“Dude, she’s playing you for a fool!” warned Spark.

“She thinks that,” chuckled the Imagin, “but I’ll have the last laugh!”

“She’s not gonna fulfill her end of the contract!” insisted Den-O. “She’ll leave you to turn back into sand!”

“I do not listen to traitors!” snarled the Imagin.

“That’s it,” sighed Spark, “we need more range.” She pulled a wand out and pressed a button. It curved itself and grew, becoming more metallic until it became a gun.

“WAND MAGNUM!” it announced. Spark then fired off six shots to keep him at bay. Then, we heard it.

“If that crackle is anything to go by…” muttered Wyldstyle.

“NO!” bellowed Heather as she turned around to see Marty go back to 1985.

“It’s…it’s gone!” gulped the Deer Imagin.

“What do you mean?!” demanded Heather.

“The part’s been lost to the winds of time!” explained the Imagin. “Even if I get us to the future, it won’t do any good! The part’s gone!”

“You…utter…FAILURE!” roared Heather as she decked the Imagin. “I’VE LOST MY CHANCE! I WAS GONNA BE BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE WITH A PAIR OF FUNCTIONING OVARIES! THANKS TO YOU, I CAN’T DO THAT!”

“Is that what this is about?!” snarled the Imagin. “You just wanted to come back to life?! A weak creature like you?! It’s not important now! I’ll rip you apart! You are such a disgrace to your own pathetic, mongrel species!” The two then started clashing. “Besides, we’re both in the same boat!”

“I was gonna spread my purity all over the multiverse!” shouted Heather. “I was gonna rule all life! If no one would serve willingly, I’d break their minds! I’d force them to serve me!”

“THAT WASN’T OUR DEAL!” roared the Imagin. “I’m supposed to destroy a key moment in time to bring my future back, NOT BE AN ETERNAL SLAVE TO YOU!”

“I don’t listen to the ambitions of my inferiors!” yelled Heather as she broke the Imagin’s snout. When he reeled back, something flew out and landed at her feet. She picked it up and examined it, giving a smirk. “Well now,” she chuckled, “it seems I had the wrong target. It wasn’t possessed by a boy who was starved for a better life, but rather, a creature who was starved for his old future. Contract complete.” As we rushed at her, she flew through a rift that opened beneath her. It shut before we could follow her.

“YOU BLOODY EAR-BASHING DOG!” I shouted. I felt a hand on me and saw Zhànshì trying to get me to cool off. The Deer Imagin then fell to his knees as sand fell from him.

“No! I can’t die! Not like this!” he wailed.

“What’s with him?” I asked Den-O.

“Whenever we Imagin lose our contract holders,” replied Den-O in Sieg’s voice, “we simply turn into a pile of sand, never to be reconstructed again.”

“Heather most likely forgot about him,” clarified Spark as she cancelled her transformation. “Imagin need someone to remember them.”

“NO!” roared the Deer Imagin. “I won’t do it! Not like this! I REFUSE!” He slammed his hands to the ground and flashed a bright light from his body. When we could finally see, he wasn’t leaking sand.

“…That hasn’t happened before!” yelped Den-O in Momotaros’ voice.

“I have a theory,” gulped the princess.

“And that is?” asked Zhànshì as we cancelled our transformations and the Den-Liner crew came out of Ryōtarō.

“The Deer Imagin is in my time’s history books,” replied the princess. “He’s remembered by someone.”

“And that person,” continued the Imagin as he stood up, “was kind enough to give me this.” He turned slowly so we could see the new belt he was sporting. It was similar to Den-O’s but was more fanged around the symbol. “Luckily for you,” the Imagin continued, “I have no need to fight you lot.”

“What are you gonna do about it?!” hissed Wyldstyle. “You’re trapped here with us!”

“LOOK OUT!” I warned as Marty ran up to Doc Brown who was trying to piece it together in his panic. We hid and watched the scene unfold.

“Okay, relax, Doc! It’s me, it’s me! It’s Marty!” called Marty.

“No, it can’t be!” stammered Doc Brown. “I just sent you back to the future!”

“I know, you DID send me back to the future,” replied Marty, “but I’m back. I’m back FROM the future.”

“…Great Scott!” breathed Doc Brown. That was when he fainted and Marty tried to get him back to consciousness.

“Well, I’ll take my leave,” mused the Deer Imagin. “Ta ta!” He opened a door and stepped into what looked like a train car instead of a room. He shut it when he went inside.

“STOP HIM!” I called. I opened the door to see that it opened into a shop.

“He’s got his own time train?!” snapped Momotaros.

“Oh dear,” mumbled Ryōtarō.

“Now we’re trapped!” I shouted.

“Not if that noise is any indication,” replied the princess. It was the TARDIS arriving again.

“The Doctor’s gonna be mad that you borrowed the TARDIS without permission,” muttered Haitao.

“I didn’t ask for it this time,” gulped the princess. The Doctor stepped out looking right mad.

“This won’t end well,” Wyldstyle predicted.

“You!” snapped the Doctor as she pointed at the princess. “Inside! Now! You lot, as well!”

“I am SO grounded,” sighed the princess. We boarded the TARDIS and saw who the Doctor was travelling with this time. There was a young black man, a young woman of Pakistani descent, and an old man. They were respectively called Ryan Sinclair, Yasmin Khan, and Graham O’Brien.

“How long did you lot travel with the Doctor?” I asked.

“Long enough to swear off of Amazon for a while,” replied Ryan.

“Swear off of bubble wrap for a while!” added Yasmin, Yas, as she’s called to her friends.

“Seriously,” muttered Graham as he was taking his shades off and putting them in the pocket of his swim trunks, “I was enjoying getting my tan on Florana and then you lot steal the TARDIS!”

“Hold on, SHE stole it!” I protested as I pointed to the princess.

“You didn’t stop her!” argued Yas. “That makes you accomplices!”

“You ought to listen to her,” supplied Ryan, “she’s a policewoman.”

“Right, off to Vorton,” declared the Doctor. “Hey! I just remembered! This is Ryan, Graham, and Yas’ first trip to another universe!”

“Glad you’re happy,” muttered the princess, wondering how she was gonna tell her mum about this.

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Chapter 64

Let me tell you, Your Majesty, our adventure was a wild one! We landed in Hill Valley in 1985, and I do mean landed. The rift opened up in the sky and dumped us onto someone! As we were picking ourselves up, we were apologizing over and over to the poor person turned crash mat. “It’s all right!” she assured us in an American Neutral accent. “Accidents…” she faced us and got a good look at us just as we got a good look at her. She was of Japanese descent and dress like a princess, complete with a large pink dress and a tiara. She had ginger hair and emerald eyes, currently wide with some form of surprise. “No…” she breathed.

“Sorry?” I asked.

“No, not now!” she moaned. “I’m busy!”

“Er…why don’t we start over?” suggested Haitao. “I’m…”

“Haitao Lin,” interrupted the princess. “And the Aussie over there,” she pointed at me, “is Joshua Williams. And she’s Wyldstyle.”

“…Who the hell are you?!” asked Haitao.

“And you’re the one who wants to be a diplomat?” Wyldstyle joked.

“I can’t tell you, not yet,” sighed the princess. “I wasn’t supposed to show you my face! My sister’s gonna laugh for YEARS about this!”

“Er, is there something we should know?” I asked.

“I’m from your future,” replied the princess. “All you should know about me is my Rider name, Kamen Rider Spark.” That was when I noticed a jeweled belt on her waist.

“Oh, a Kamen Rider!” called Wyldstyle.

“Yeah, and there’s supposed to be someone else with you,” realized the princess. At that point, I swear I could hear voices.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” shrieked one. I identified this one as Heather. She then ran past us with something in pursuit. It looked like sand had formed a shape both in the air and on the ground. On the ground was the upper torso of a monster and its lower torso was in the air directly above it! The legs had hooves while the upper torso had deer antlers on its head and hoof-like fingertips.

“Your wish,” demanded the creature.

“My what?!” yelped Heather.

“Tell me your wish,” the creature elaborated.

“Why should I?!” asked Heather.

“I can grant you any wish,” replied the creature, “but a price must be paid.”

“…Any wish?” asked Heather.

“Any wish,” repeated the creature.

“…You know, I think I may need you,” mused Heather. “There’s something in this universe called the Famine Dial Part. I need that to complete my belt. Can you help me find it?”

“Easily,” boasted the creature.

“What’s the catch?” asked Heather.

“I’ll just need to know the date of your most precious moment,” answered the creature.

“Just that?” asked Heather. “All right then, we have a deal.” The creature’s legs then dropped to the ground and the upper torso went on top of the legs. His sandy complexion gave way to show a brown creature with a deer-like appearance.

“The Deer Imagin!” breathed the princess.

“It’s somewhere around here,” mused the Deer Imagin.

“DOC, ARE YOU TELLING ME IT’S 8:25?!” shouted a voice we’re all familiar with. “DAMN! I’M LATE FOR SCHOOL!” Marty ran out of the house and knocked the Deer Imagin aside.

“That’s him!” called the Imagin. “That’s the one that has your part!”

“Let’s get him!” roared Heather.

“NO, YOU DON’T!” I shouted as we leapt out of hiding. We tackled them and they tried to get us off. Our scuffle woke someone up from a bush, then we heard the Sword Form jingle.

“Henshin!” announced the person.

“Sword Form!” called the voice of Den-O’s belt. We all turned to see Den-O as his Sword Form armor attached itself onto him.

“Ore…sanjou!” shouted Den-O as he assembled his sword and started swinging. The Deer Imagin managed to block with just his hands. Meanwhile, the princess got her belt ready and pulled out a pink crystal sphere, pressing a button on it. It flashed before speaking.

“SPARK!” it called. The princess then opened her belt buckle and put the sphere inside. A pink mist was gracefully coiling around her. When it got to her navel, she snapped her fingers, in both hands as well.

“Henshin!” she declared. The mist then formed an entire cloud surrounding her and light flashed inside three times before the princess chopped her way out, making the cloud disperse. Her Rider form was white with pink highlights and hearts on her rounded shoulders, front, elbows, knees, and toes. “Kamen Rider Spark,” introduced the princess. “Hatred shall be your undoing!” She charged at Heather, her gauntlets flashing her claws, and started scratching. Heather tried to get away, but to no avail.

“Get out of here!” she bellowed.

“Not a chance!” shouted Spark.

“We better help them,” Haitao said to me.

“Right,” I replied. We drew our i.d. tags.

“Henshin!” we announced as we donned our suits. Zhànshì helped Spark with Heather while I took care of the Deer Imagin with Den-O.

“Move aside!” shouted the Imagin. “I have a contract to complete!”

“We’re not leaving!” declared Den-O. “You think I’ll leave this fight in such a manner?! You’re dealing with me! I don’t do warm-ups and I don’t do warning shots! I turn my fights up to 11! From start to finish, I go for the climax!”

“I’ll end your climax just as quick as you started it!” the Deer Imagin shouted. “You’ll be crying in pain when I’m through with you!”

“ACK!” yelped Den-O. “DON’T SAY THAT!!” He then heard something and turned his head skywards. “No, Kuma! No one’s crying!” At that point, Kintaros knocked Momotaros out of Ryōtarō’s body. The Sword Form armor vanished as Den-O looked at the two Imagin wrestling on the ground. “Come on!” wailed Momotaros. “We were getting to the good part!”

“Take a break!” demanded Kintaros as he tossed Momotaros aside and possessed Ryōtarō. Den-O then pressed the yellow button and swiped the pass.

“Does that happen a lot?” Wyldstyle wondered.

“Axe Form!” called the belt as the armor appeared for Axe Form.

“Ore no tsuyosa ni, omae ga naita!” declared Den-O. He then cracked his neck. “Namida wa kore de fuitoke!” He turned the sword into an axe and was hitting the Deer Imagin with it multiple times. The Imagin then stopped the axe to sniff the air.

“DAMMIT! WE’VE LOST HIM!” shouted the Imagin.

“We’ve got another chance,” assured Heather. “If I remember right, Marty will be at Twin Pines Mall at 1:15 AM. We’ll get him there!”

“No one’s getting anyone!” declared Spark as she pressed a button on her belt.

“FINISH SPARK!” it called. Spark then leapt into the air.

“SPARK: RIDER KICK!” she announced as she gave her Rider Kick. Heather was smart enough to throw a trashcan in the air to block the kick, throwing Spark off balance. She and the Deer Imagin ran off as Spark landed. “Dammit!” she swore as she cancelled her transformation. “Well, we’ll have to go to Twin Pines Mall to ambush her.”

“Meanwhile,” I recalled, “Strickland gave Marty his fourth tardy slip, called him a slacker like his father, then has to see his dad cave in to Biff Tannen’s demands.”

“Sounds like the kid’s got worse luck than Ryōtarō,” replied Momotaros.

“We can change that,” declared Kintaros as he stepped out of Ryōtarō.

“We’re not changing anything!” snapped the princess.

“She’s right,” I confirmed.

“We can’t change his history,” agreed Haitao.

“Not even a smidge,” mused Wyldstyle.

“WHAT?!” snapped Momotaros.

“I’m sorry,” replied the princess, “but the events we’ve described are fixed points in the multiverse. What happens, happens. We’ve got to let him continue with his currently sucky life.”

“Says who?!” snapped Momotaros.

“Says me!” answered the princess, hotly.

“What, and you’re in charge?!” asked Momotaros.

“Princess, time-traveler, yeah!” declared the princess.

“Momotaros, Imagin, no!” countered Momotaros. “I don’t need your permission to end his bad luck! I’ll do it myself!”

“You even try,” hissed the princess, “and they’ll think you a lunatic! Come on! Twin Pines! We’re going there!”

“I’ve got something to say about that!” shouted Momotaros.

“Oh, I BET you do!” replied the princess.

“Momotaros, I’m sorry,” I calmed, “but if we try to change the outcome now, it may give Heather what she wants.” Momotaros grumbled but subsided.

“Fine, we’ll let him be,” he sighed.

“Good,” declared the princess. “Now then, to Twin Pines Mall!”


It was 1:15 when we arrived. We kept to the shadows so no one could see us. Marty was taping the unveiling of the DeLorean. “Never mind that now!” Dr. Brown said twice over. Marty hoisted the camera up and started filming.

“All right, I’m ready,” he called.

“Good Evening!” Dr. Brown said to the camera. “Good evening, I’m Doctor Emmett Brown. I’m standing on the parking lot of Twin Pines Mall. It’s Saturday morning, October 26, 1985, 1:18 a.m. and this is temporal experiment number one.” He then got his dog, a sheepdog called Einstein. “C’mon, Einy! Hey, hey boy, get in there! That a boy, in you go! Get down, that’s it!”

“All right, so far so good,” I muttered.

“Please note that Einstein’s clock is in complete synchronization with my control watch,” called Doc Brown.

“Right, check, Doc,” replied Marty.

“Good,” cheered Doc Brown. He turned to his dog in the DeLorean. “Have a good trip, Einstein, watch your head.” He shut the door and brought out his remote control.

“You have this thing hooked up to the car?” asked Marty.

“Watch this!” directed Doc Brown. “Not me, the car, the car! If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour, you’re gonna see some serious sh*t!” He started the car up. “Watch this, watch this!” The car then rushed towards the two and generated a light show around the front before it disappeared in a bright light and left a pair of fire trails on either side of the two. “Ha! What did I tell you?!” cheered Doc Brown “Eighty-eight miles per hour! The temporal displacement occurred at exactly 1:20 a.m. and zero seconds!”

“THAT POOR DOG!” wailed Ryōtarō.

“He disintegrated him!” yelped Wyldstyle

“No one’s disintegrated!” I assured the two. “Einstein’s all right!”

“Then, where the hell is he?!” shouted Momotaros.

“Not ‘where’ the hell, ‘when’ the hell,” corrected Haitao.

“Doc Brown modified that DeLorean to become a time machine,” I explained. “Einstein was sent one minute into the future.” Another flash heralded the DeLorean’s arrival. It was covered in frost. Doc opened the door to show Marty proof of Einstein’s trip. He then showed how to operate the main function of the DeLorean. When he got to the bit about him swiping the plutonium he needed from Libyan Nationalists, Momotaros sniffed the air.

“What are you doing?” asked Haitao.

“You can smell the Imagin?” quizzed Ryōtarō.

“It’s close!” replied Momotaros.

“Uh oh,” I gulped as history was unfolding in the correct order. The Libyan Nationalists were approaching Marty and Doc Brown! And right behind them were Heather and the Deer Imagin! “Stop them!” I shouted. We charged out of the bushes, ready to transform. Ryōtarō pressed the red button as the princes pulled her pink crystal out and pressed the button.

“SPARK!” it called. Haitao and I drew our i.d. tags.

“Henshin!” we all announced.

“Sword Form!” called Den-O’s belt as Momotaros possessed Ryōtarō.

“Ore sanjou!” declared Den-O as he quickly assembled his sword. We managed to intercept the duo and keep them distracted.

“I thought I made it clear we will brook no interference!” roared the Deer Imagin as his horns glowed. He charged right at me, knocking me down and winding me! As I was gasping in pain, my transformation was cancelled. The Imagin picked me up. “Now, pay the price!” As he reeled back for a punch, a gunshot rang out and Doc Brown fell to the ground. Marty hid in the DeLorean and gunned the engine. It ran straight at us before it vanished and we stood in between a pair of flaming tire trails.

“HE TRAVELED BACK IN TIME!” roared Heather. “THAT’S CHEATING! NOW WE’RE NEVER GONNA GET HIM!”

“Don’t be so sure,” assured the Deer Imagin as he opened me up like a door. “This way!” he called. He and Heather then went through me and I shut behind them.

“What just happened?!” I gulped.

“That only happens when an Imagin hold up its end of the deal with whoever made a contract with it!” yelped Den-O.

“He just used your most precious memory of this universe to travel back to that time!” elaborated Spark.

“November 5, 1955!” I breathed. “The day Doc Brown invented time travel!”

“I’d use my motorcycle,” muttered Spark, “but there’s only room for one, I don’t have sidecars, and the Flux Capacitor hasn’t been installed yet!”

“And Ryōtarō can’t afford to have you all on his pass,” sighed Den-O. “He’s stretching it with the five of us already.” Spark then got an idea.

“I DO have something,” she assured. She then cancelled her transformation and pulled a key from a hidden pocket in her dress. She fiddled with it for a bit. “If I got this right, we’ll be borrowing her for a bit while the events in Montgomery, Alabama on December 1st of that year are being preserved.”

“Who?” I asked. At that point, a familiar Vworp filled my ears. We turned to see the TARDIS appear!

“The Doctor’s not a taxi driver!” protested Wyldstyle.

“The Doctor and her companions are making sure Rosa Parks’ point in history is preserved,” assured the princess. “We’re just borrowing the TARDIS.”

“How are we gonna fit in there?!” Den-O asked.

“It’s not as cramped as you think,” I explained. “You might want to have ALL of the Den-Liner Crew here.” Den-O cancelled his transformation and Momotaros stepped out of Ryōtarō while Urataros, Kintaros, Ryutaros, and Sieg appeared. We entered the TARDIS and the Den-Liner crew gawked at the interior. It had changed when last I saw it. It had gears inside hexagons on the walls and lights inside other hexagons and the time rotor in the center of the console was one large crystal and there were crystal struts that angled towards the crystal in the center.

“Oh, she redecorated,” I mused. “I don’t like it!”

“This is impossible!” breathed Ryōtarō.

“It’s…bigger on the inside!” squawked Momotaros.

“This is, or ought to be, the Doctor’s TARDIS,” replied Haitao. “But, when we last saw it, it looked like a fancy kitchen, not a crystal cave.”

“Right then, November 5th, 1955, Hill Valley, California, United States of America, Earth, Mutter’s Spiral, universe B-A-C-K-T-0-T-H-3-F-U-T-U-R-3!” mused the princess as she fiddled with the controls. She then yanked on the large lever and the crystal time rotor went up and down with the struts’ tips going up and down in sync. As the TARDIS was in flight, the princess danced around the console, flipping switches and pressing buttons to keep the Doctor’s home steady. Soon, the time rotor stopped and there was a distinct thud. The princess then turned a monitor on in the wall and we saw the outside.

“That’s the barn Marty crashed into!” I revealed. And, soon enough, there was the DeLorean crashing through the barn.

“I can’t find the Imagin or Heather!” replied the princess.

“Then we may have beat them here,” Wyldstyle guessed. “Let’s get out of here and keep a close eye on Marty.”

“Right,” everyone confirmed as we left the TARDIS. It then took off on its own.

“Thank you!” the princess called to the winds. We then took off and followed Marty very closely as he improved his dad’s life and helped the Doctor Brown of this era rig up something from the town hall clock that would generate 1.21 gigawatts of power for the DeLorean to get back to 1985.

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Chapter 27

After the titles play again, a brief replay of the scene where we transmat up to the ship will remind us what happened. Dalek Transmats are unpleasant feeling, let me tell you right now. After that unpleasant trip, we all got out to make sure there weren’t any of those stupid pepperpots. We secured all the area needed. Madame Vastra, Strax, and I secured a northern corridor. Xiomara, Emmanuel, Hiroki, and Philip secured an eastern corridor. Jenny, Shōtarō, K-9, and Tonje secured a western corridor, and Irina and Sheela secured a southern corridor. It was awkward silence time, even with the steady noise of the ship. I never knew what made that noise around Dalek facilities and ships. “That rhythm is starting to annoy me to no end!” hissed Strax.

“Save it,” I hissed back.

“Silence, girl!” snarled the Sontaran. That’s the disadvantage of being a clone race, like the Sontarans, you can’t tell the difference between genders. Back to the awkward silence. The Doctor was at work with a console in the junction we were securing.

“So,” I mused, “just making idle conversation here, I’m a tad bored, Commander Strax, if we were enemies and you, of course, beat me in battle as a Sontaran soldier, what would you do?”

“Well,” answered Strax, “given that you haven’t made any attempts to make an enemy of me, I find that situation unlikely. However, in a strictly hypothetical situation, of course, I would most likely submit you to each of the processes on Field Major Styre’s manual on human resistance to torture.”

“Styre?” I yelped, remembering the episode he starred and subsequently died in. “I didn’t realize he published.”

“Posthumously,” Strax explained. Madame Vastra shook her head.

“Brutes,” she muttered. “Michael, if you’re so bored, maybe you should find out what the Doctor’s doing?” I saw the irritation in the Silurian’s eyes.

“I…see your point,” I gulped. I headed over to the Doctor. I know, some men will call me a wimp. Tell me, would YOU argue with a lizard woman from the age of the dinosaurs you knew had eaten humans before? No? Didn’t think so. I leaned over the Doctor’s shoulder and cleared my throat.

“Tea time already, Strax?” asked the Doctor, not even looking in my direction.

“Okay, I’m a lot taller than him, for one,” I said, annoyed.

“Yes, but you have the potential to be brutish as him,” remarked the Doctor.

“Not true!” I argued.

“So, you’ve had no wars?” countered the Doctor.

“As ever, Doctor, the soul of tact!” I replied. “What are you doing, anyways?”

“Just figuring things out, as usual,” answered the Doctor.

“Anything I can do?” I asked.

“Not on this end, no,” muttered the Doctor. “I, on the other hand, just need to find the temporal origin of this ship…ah, got you!”

“You have answers?!” I asked. “Where and when did this ship come from?!” The Doctor didn’t answer, she just pulled out a laser spanner and messed with the transmat!

“And then one more pick-up before I shut this off for good!” she called.

“Doctor?! Answers?!” I asked. The Doctor said nothing as she and I shoved some plungers out of the way as they shimmered into view. Wait, plungers?

“Unauthorized computer access detected!” said the harsh, grating, metallic tones of the plunger’s owner. The Daleks had bypassed the guard positions we had set up by transmatting in their own ship! We were quickly surrounded.

“What?!” yelped the Doctor. “I wasn’t doing anything!” The transmat started smoking. “That was like that when I got here!” Xiomara and her group were herded aside to make way for someone I didn’t want to see. The horribly scarred remains of a man glided their way past. The person used a black Dalek skirt with white sensor globes to move, had a black shirt with only his right arm to his name, a control panel in front of him, sunken in, fried shut eyes with a single blue orb in his forehead to see, a metal cage around his scalp, silver shoulder pads, and a back rest. His hand was robotic in origin, one he most likely built himself after someone shot it off. He cracked a blackened smile as he clapped his robot eye on the Doctor.

“You might have a new face, Doctor,” he  in a voice that had was aided by a cybernetic voice box, “but I see you are still the same old prattling fool!”

“Davros,” hissed the Doctor. “Not so much a bad penny as a mad penny.”

“Oh, great, I meet the lunatic behind the existence of these dust bins,” I groaned. “I knew the Rani said you were involved, giving orders, but I didn’t think it was as part of the invasion force.”

“What have you done with the population of the Earth?” asked the Doctor.

“I have…given them new employment,” answered Davros as he turned to the Daleks. A horrible thought struck the Doctor.

“The Daleks!” she gasped. “They’re…?”

“Yes, Doctor,” chuckled Davros. “Your precious humans.”

“Necros and Satellite Five!” I called.

“Yes, making Daleks from human genetic material is hardly a good idea,” supplied the Doctor. “For a start, they may be driven mad by their own flesh and gain a concept of blasphemy. For another, it may spark another civil war.”

“Blasphemy?” asked a Dalek. “I have no understanding of the word! It is not registered in my vocabulary bank!” That made me arch an eyebrow.

“My mistakes on Necros and the mistakes made by the Emperor on Satellite Five have been corrected,” continued Davros. “Many qualities needed for Daleks are buried in all manner of life. What better way to unleash those qualities than to make Daleks? Silurians are cold hearted, Humans are divisive, and Sontarans are war-like; most excellent qualities.” He turned to the Daleks. “Confine them to the holding cells!” He glided away. “Whilst I reformat a Dalek production line to accept a Time Lord body.” The Daleks led us to our holding cells, even going so far as to put us in separate cells. That would tear Vastra and Jenny apart and the Daleks knew it.

“I know, I know,” sighed the Doctor as she came to her cell. “I’ll make myself at home, shall I?”

“Enter!” barked one of the Daleks.

“By the way,” snarked the Doctor as she did so, “I’d like a wakeup call at seven and two soft boiled eggs for breakfast.” Laser fields activated over the openings. “And plenty of butter on the soldiers!” called the Doctor as the Daleks trundled away. Well, most of them, one took the bait.

“Why would you need butter on soldiers like the Daleks?” it asked.

“Oh, please tell me Davros didn’t delete toast soldiers during your mutation!” I wailed.

“Not mutation!” argued the Dalek. “Purification! And the soldiers of toast shall be exterminated!” It trundled away.

“Not before the Sontarans destroy them first!” called Strax. I rolled my eyes.

“Daleks,” sighed the Doctor. “So predictable.”

“Madame,” I called to Vastra, “there is such a thing as toast in your time, right?”

“There is,” interjected the Doctor before Vastra could get a word in, “but the electric toaster hadn’t been invented yet.” She fiddled with some wires and deactivated the energy shields of our cells. She then blew on her new TARDIS whistle with said vehicle appearing. “And now that we know when and where this ship came from,” continued the Doctor, “we can stop this travesty before it happens.”

“You may know, but WE don’t!” called Philip.

“I’ll tell you on the way,” promised the Doctor as she opened the TARDIS. “Do cultivate a sense of urgency.” We entered the TARDIS and got to the controls. Philip, Shōtarō, Jenny, Vastra, myself, Hiroki, and Irina hung back while the rest worked the controls. Strax was clearly enjoying helping pilot the TARDIS.

“Doctor, it is a privilege to pilot this magnificent device with you to go to battle against an enemy such as the Daleks!” cheered the Sontaran nurse.

“Well, if things go well,” muttered the Doctor, “we should be arriving at their ancestral seat any second now.”

“Ancestral…” I began, then an unanswered question was answered. “SKARO?! We’re going to the Dalek home world?!”

“If things go right,” replied the Doctor. “And so far, nothing can go wro…” she didn’t get to complete that sentence as the TARDIS shook violently. “I NEED TO STOP SAYING THAT!”

“WHAT’S GOING ON?!” yelled Irina.

“TIME SCOOP!” shouted the Doctor.

“Not the Death Zone!” I wailed.

“No!” answered the Doctor. “Somewhere else!” We landed roughly. The scanner wasn’t working. “Drat,” hissed the Doctor. “We’ll have to poke around.” We stepped outside onto…what…? “It can’t be!” breathed the Doctor. “This isn’t possible!”

“We landed in the one place the Doctor shouldn’t have gone to, Trenzalore!” I whispered.

“Why?” asked Sheela.

“See that giant version of the TARDIS’s exterior?” explained the Doctor. There it stood, taller than Burj Khalifa. “Well, that is the TARDIS, but in the future. The interior dimensions are bleeding into the exterior in this time. Inside there is the late Doctor, may I rest in peace.”

“That’s your tomb?!” gulped Tonje.

“Yes, and I shouldn’t be here,” answered the Doctor. She saw a ledge. “This way,” she directed. We climbed the ledge. “Something tells me the answer to all this lies ahead inside the TARDIS.” As we traveled, we saw some Weeping angels, but they seemed scared, as if they were running from the Doctor’s tomb.

“Something doesn’t add up,” I muttered. “Trenzalore’s future was altered when the Time Lords gave you a new regeneration cycle. Why is this still here?”

“I can’t see that far ahead in my time stream,” answered the Doctor. That was when we heard footsteps. We turned to find ourselves surrounded by beasts. They were stocky humanoids, had the snout of a boar, four eyes, one on each side of the head, starting from the face, two sets of large ears, one over the other, clawed hands, and vestigial wing flaps around the arms. They had sharp teeth in a snarl.

“Tetraps?!” I yelped. “How did the Rani con these people again?!”

“I see you haven’t looked closely at these Tetraps,” called a voice. The Rani stepped from behind the rocks in front of the Tetraps. “I had traveled to Mondas to get the schematics for the earliest Cybermen and applied them to these Tetraps.” I looked closer to see some shiny parts under the fur. “Beautiful slaves, aren’t they?”

“You say that as if you expect a round of applause,” hissed the Doctor.

“Have a care, Doctor,” warned the Rani, “you are not here to play the clown!”

“Was it you that used the Time Scoop that brought us here?” asked Sheela.

“And it is here that I shall make my greatest experiment,” answered the Rani.

“Well, I apologize for the inconvenience,” quipped the Doctor, “not to mention my curiosity.”

“What do you want to know?” asked the Rani.

“What you’re doing in my future gravesite for a start,” replied the Doctor.

“I simply needed a good site for my newest experiment,” remarked the Rani.

“Would this experiment have anything to do with me?” asked Philip.

“It DID require you,” said the Rani.

“Did?” quizzed Shōtarō. “What made you stop using Philip?”

“I gathered the necessary data from the Daleks,” explained the Rani.

“Then, why are you making Gaia Memories?” asked the Doctor.

“My own needs,” finished the Rani. I was starting to get a little peeved.

“I don’t know as I like the cryptic remarks you’re giving here,” I snarled.

“Fine, I’ll explain,” sighed the Rani as she opened a gate. “Gaia Memories hold more than the powers and memories of things; they also hold the experiences of different species.” She held up a bluish-green Gaia Memory with an illuminated H. She then pressed the button.

“HUMAN!” announced the Memory.

“Is that why you fought us?” asked Emmanuel. “To gather data?”

“Not exactly,” answered the Rani. “I came to gather a species’ time stream.”

“I don’t follow,” admitted the Doctor. The Rani pulled out a white Gaia Memory with nothing on it.

“This is a blank Gaia Memory,” lectured the Rani. “When I install it into my TARDIS, I can read the memories of any species of my choosing. The only limit, however, is the Time Lords. For some odd reason, I can’t just plug this into my TARDIS and read my own species time line. My theory is that because we’re not supposed to know our futures, that limit carried over. So, I did something no TARDIS ever did, and went to Gallifrey’s future, where we’re nothing more than time streams littering our planet.”

“You’re insane! Gallifrey’s time locked! No one’s ever done that!” shouted the Doctor.

“Well, I did,” argued the Rani. “Now, of course, I’m familiar with the laws of time, so I told no one when I came back. It’s going to happen eventually, so why resist it? Before I came back, I stuck this blank Gaia Memory into the time streams of every Time Lord that will go extinct on Gallifrey. After that tedious trial, I discovered that not all Time Lords will die there. So, I travelled to other Time Lord’s tombs throughout the universe, even my own. The last one I visited was the Master’s tomb.”

“Does that Time Lord die as male or female?” I asked. “Just curious.”

“Spoilers,” interjected the Doctor, bringing up the memory of her wife, River Song. “In any event, you’ve proven your power to make Gaia Memories, but I can’t help there’s something a great deal more to visiting tombs and breaking the laws of time.”

“Really now?” asked the Rani.

“What are you doing making Gaia Memories like Davros with his Daleks?” asked the Doctor. “And what do you intend to do with them?”

“Tarsek, get over here!” barked the Rani. A Cyber-Tetrap lumbered forward and pulled out some equipment. “So far, I have 25 Gaia Memories, bar the Time Lord one. With this and the Zone Gaia Memory, I will initiate the Never-Ending Hell Maximum Drive with the Gaia Memories I created.”

“The Zone Gaia Memory?!” yelped Philip.

“You plan to conquer this universe?” called Shōtarō.

“Hardly,” scoffed the Rani. “Using the Maximum Drive, I intend to slice through the Time Vortex, undoing it and making it nothing more than a mass of energy.”

“A dimensional manipulator!” realized the Doctor. “You intend to turn our universe into a dimensional manipulator!”

“While you escape in your TARDIS!” I snarled.

“I shall be back, once the turbulence has subsided,” answered the Rani.

“But how will that work out for you in the long run?” asked Sheela.

“Because I intend to make my own universe,” replied the Rani. “That’s why I used the time scoop, to get to your tomb, Doctor.”

“You know of my habit of having companions,” quizzed the Doctor. “Why are these people involved?”

“Workers are required in my new universe,” answered the Rani.

“You have the Cyber-Tetraps,” I pointed out.

“And Vortech can give you minions,” continued Xiomara.

“The Cyber-Tetraps are needed for my military police,” dismissed the Rani, “and Vortech had his usefulness fulfilled.”

“I see,” realized the Doctor. “Turning this universe into a dimensional manipulator will make the Foundation Element lose power, forever frustrating Vortech’s plans. This whole thing was a means to an end for you.”

“Now that you understand the experiment,” declared the Rani, “I need access to your tomb.”

“I don’t think so!” snarled the Doctor.

“Drivers ready!” I called.

“JOKER! CYCLONE!” announced Philip and Shotaro’s respective Gaia Memories.

“Henshin!” we called.

“CYCLONE! JOKER!” shouted the W Driver All riders were in their suits with Phillip safely out of harm’s way.

“I’m hardly scared,” taunted the Rani as she pulled out her belt and strapped it on. She then pulled out the Eternal Memory and pressed the button.

“ETERNAL!” it called. She then put it into the Memory slot.

“Henshin,” she announced and tilted the Memory slot.

“ETERNAL!” repeated the Memory. Her suit formed and Kamen Rider Eternal stood there.

“We keep the Rani out of the Doctor’s tomb at all costs!” I commanded. The Doctor managed to get in to reinforce her…er…casket if you will. With the Cyber-Tetraps pushing us back, Eternal strode towards the tomb. W did a last-ditch maneuver by pulling out the Joker Memory and putting it in the Maximum Drive slot.

“JOKER! MAXIMUM DRIVE!” announced the Memory.

“Joker Extreme!” called W in both Shōtarō and Phillip’s voice. W then leapt into the air and extended both of his feet. He then split in half! First the Joker half struck her, then the Cyclone half. The two halves reunited, thank goodness, and I prepared my attack. I inserted my i.d tag into my blade and converted it to rifle mode.

“Final attack!” yelled my weapon.

“RIDER BATTLE BLAST!” I shouted. The shot hit the ground, ending in a large explosion. I chuckled. “No way is she getting up from that,” I boasted. The smoke cleared. The Cyber-Tetraps were lying dead, but Eternal still stood. She charged after the Doctor! “STOP HER!” I yelled. She entered the tomb! I got in to see Eternal toss the Doctor aside and smash the console open. The rest had caught up.

“What is that?!” called Sengoku as he pointed to a mass of blinding white light in the shape of many strings huddled together.

“That’s the Doctor’s time stream,” I explained. “All Time Lords break down to become their time streams. Leaving bodies behind is passé to them.” Eternal then jabbed the incomplete Gaia Memory into the Doctor’s time stream. She then pressed the button, causing the Doctor to clutch her head in pain. Eternal then extracted the Gaia Memory as it changed colors. It was as red as the planet Gallifrey and had an illuminated T. Eternal did a test and pressed the button.

“TIME LORD!” announced the Memory.

“Finally!” giggled Eternal. “Now I can begin!” She fled to the top of the tomb and pulled out another Gaia Memory. It had an illuminated Z on it. She pressed the button and put it in one of her Maximum Drive slots.

“ZONE! MAXIMUM DRIVE!” called the Gaia Memory. That was when other Gaia Memories flew into the other Maximum Drive slots and went from A to Z.

“AUTON! BORAD! CYBERMAN! DALEK! ETERNAL! FENDAHL! GRASKE! HUMAN! ISOLUS! JAGRAFESS! KRYNOID! LAKERTYAN! MALMOOTH! NOTHING! OMNIPOTENCE! PLASMAVORE! QUEEN! REAPER! SONTARAN! TIME LORD! USURIAN! VOGON! WEEPING ANGEL! YETI! ZONE! MAXIMUM DRIVE!” announced the Gaia Memories. Eternal then drew her knife as power flowed through her. We made it outside and saw her prepare her blade.

“This is it!” called Eternal. “NEVER-ENDING…!” She didn’t complete her sentence as something knocked the knife out of her hand. The object then flew over Philip’s body and converted him into data, sucking him up into itself!

“Don’t be alarmed!” assured Sengoku. “We’re about to see W use the Xtreme Memory!”

“The what?!” I asked.

“A bird-like Gaia Memory directly connected to the True Gaia Memory!” explained Sengoku. W then closed his belt, allowing a rather bulky, metallic bird to slide over the Cyclone and Joker Memories. The middle band started glowing as the belt opened again with the bird split in half, revealing a small turbine with an illuminated X.

“XTREME!” announced the belt. A small whirring noise, like a fan belt, was heard, followed by a small piece of epic orchestra. W then started pulling on the silver band dividing him and pulled it apart to reveal a white, crystalline middle section. The unibrow disappeared and in its place were X protrusions on each side of the head. He gained a set of shoulder pauldrons in the shape of sideways W’s. A sword and shield then appeared in his hand.

“What in the…?” yelled Eternal. W then grabbed the Heat, Joker, and Cyclone Memories, and two new ones, one was yellow with an illuminated L, the other was green with an illuminated P. He then put the Cyclone, Heat, yellow, and Joker Memories into the shield, then put the green one into the sword hilt. The weapon then spoke.

“CYCLONE! MAXIMUM DRIVE! HEAT! MAXIMUM DRIVE! LUNA! MAXIMUM DRIVE! JOKER! MAXIMUM DRIVE! PRISM! MAXIMUM DRIVE!” announced the weapon. If I were to go on the letters, I’d say Luna was the yellow Memory and Prism was the green one. W then drew the sword out with colors flowing around it. He tossed the shield in the air and jumped, landing on the spinning shield and flying towards Eternal.

“BICKER CHARGE BREAK!” called W in both voices. When he reached Eternal, W swung the sword at her, the energy causing a lot of her Gaia Memories to shatter. The only ones that survived were Yeti, Dalek, and Eternal. Speaking of, Kamen Rider Eternal couldn’t handle the exploding Gaia Memories and keep her balance near the edge of the tomb’s roof, and so she fell.

“Saa, jigoku o tanoshimu!” called  Sengoku. Eternal’s suit had disappeared, revealing the Rani as she started glowing yellow. “What the?!” gulped Sengoku as we cancelled our transformations.

“Time Lords have a way of cheating death,” explained the Doctor. “Whenever an old body gets frail or is too badly damaged, our DNA rewrites itself and our cells rearrange themselves to make a new body. The side effect is that our personalities can change as well.” The Rani stood up to glare at us, then she stumbled to a small mausoleum. She fumbled for a key, leading me to believe the mausoleum was the Rani’s TARDIS. Before she put the key in the lock, her regenerative energy exploded as her face and body morphed. She grew a few inches, her chin and nose were pointed, her hair pulled back to reach her shoulders in a 50’s bob and it darkened to brown. The light died so we could see her pale skin and emerald eyes, piercing into our soul.

“I only had that body for fifty years!” she snarled in an Irish accent. “Do you have any notion what you’ve done?!”

“Stopped you from making a dimensional manipulator out of this universe?” asked the Doctor with a smirk.

“Sarcasm will get you nowhere, Doctor!” snarled the new Rani. She scuttled into her TARDIS and fled Trenzalore.

“You know,” mused the Doctor, “for once, I agree with the Rani. How about we leave this beastly place?” We were all in agreement. We still had to get to Skaro to stop the Dalek invasion. The Doctor piloted the TARDIS herself this time, muttering something about humans making the TARDIS jumpy, so I got a translation from what Hiroki said after the Rani fell. “Saa, jigoku o tanoshimu,” means “Now, enjoy Hell,” a perversion on W’s catchphrase. The TARDIS landed in an observation tower on a planet with sand everywhere, red skies, and no plant life to speak of. The buildings were metallic in nature.

“So, we’ve made it?” I asked.

“Daleks conquer and destroy!” screeched a voice I’m familiar with.

“Skaro,” replied the Doctor, “home of the Daleks. It looks like they’ve been busy too. Last time I was here, this place was in ruins.”

“After the sewers revolted?” I asked.

“You mean the sewers of Skaro are revolting?” asked Emmanuel, trying to understand the grammar I used. I shook my head, confusing the poor man.

“The Dalek word for sewer is the same as the word for graveyard,” I explained. “The creatures inside the tanks are genetically hardwired to live, no matter the condition. But, even they’re not immune to aging. Overtime, the creature breaks down, rots, decays, liquefies.”

“And so, the still fresh Daleks rip the old ones out of their casings and drop them into a sewer?” guessed Xiomara. She shuddered when I nodded. “Remind me never to consult them for retirement plans.”

“We need to get down,” I observed.

“Right!” called the Doctor. She grabbed a Dalek arm from a broken casing. “This Dalek manipulator arm should be compatible with that control switch.” K-9 moved to speak. “No, it’s not a plunger, before you ask!”

“Master!” warned K-9. “Daleks are patrolling on the ground below us!”

“And watchtowers are scanning for intruders,” I continued.

“Stealth is key, then,” remarked the Doctor. We managed to slip past the watch tower and found ourselves at the edge of a green river. There were stepping stones across the way. “Watch your step,” warned the Doctor as she tested one out. “I don’t fancy taking a dip in a pool of toxic Dalek waste.” As we crossed the river of radiation, we noticed a control panel that was allowing toxic waste to fall across our path. “Step aside,” called the Doctor. She found the pipe flow controls and redirected the waste into a gaggle of Daleks down below, allowing us passage. “A simple case of reversing the polarity,” chuckled the Doctor. “Even a pudding brain could’ve handled that.” We noticed that the path had laser walls that switched on and off at different intervals, so we timed our way through the walls. We made our way to the lift, but a black Dalek was guarding it. We stayed out of sight.

“If only we could bluff Daleks,” I muttered.

“What about the old hacking method?” asked the Doctor as she got to work on a control panel. The Dalek then started spinning.

“DIZZY! DIZZY!” it yelled. It then exploded, clearing the way for us.

 “Going up!” called Irina. We climbed onto the lift and went up. On the roof of the building was a machine that had a Dalek skirt with a big globe on top. There were no weapons to speak of and a grey hexagonal eye in the center. The globe opened to reveal Davros.

“Welcome to my new empire, Doctor,” he announced. “It is fitting that you should be the first to fall to the power of the Daleks!”

“Drivers ready!” I called. Shōtarō and Philip brought out their Gaia Memories. Philip then went a safe distance away from any Daleks that will inevitably surround us.

“JOKER! CYCLONE!” said the two Gaia Memories.

“Henshin!” we all called.

“CYCLONE! JOKER!” announced the W Driver

“Kamen Rider Sengoku!” began Sengoku, “You shall get a taste of Feudal Japan!”

“Kamen Rider Climb! Mountains are a warrior’s best friend!”

“Kamen Rider Claw! My weapons shall turn you into ribbons!”

“Kamen Rider Arch! My skills outdo Robin Hood!”

“Kamen Rider Seeker! It’s not gold I seek, but your end!”

“Kamen Rider Swing! I’ll be taking your legs!”

“Kamen Rider Battle! For friends and family, I shall be victorious!”

“Kamen Rider W! Saa, omae no tsumi o kazoero!” The Doctor had a bit of trouble coming up with a catchphrase.

“Er…I am the Doctor, the healer of time and space!” …Awkward silence. “Er, anyways, nice to see you again, Davros. Surely, you must be running out of escape pods by now?” That was when a TARDIS materialized in the shape of some Dalek equipment. The Rani stepped out in a new outfit, simple pants, a simple shirt, and a lab coat. She brought the Daleks with her.

“GET THEM!” she roared.

“All hail Davros!” called a Dalek.

“I’ve got something up my sleeves, but I need cover!” yelped the Doctor.

“Everyone, we protect the Doctor at all costs!” I declared. We started fighting the Daleks before the Rani joined the fray.

“ETERNAL!” announced her Gaia Memory.

“Henshin!” she called as she put the Memory into her belt and activated it.

“ETERNAL!” said the Memory as her suit formed. She drew her knife and attacked me! I kept blocking with my sword.

“Come now, ma’am,” I taunted. “Surely you don’t want your childhood destroyed!”

“Irrelevant!” replied Eternal. “You ruined the greatest experiment ever!”

“You were going to turn your universe into a dimensional manipulator!” I argued. “You would take the Doctor’s place as the last of the Time Lords! That was Hell, even for a wanderer like the Doctor!”

“Unlike the Doctor, I could have lived with it!” hissed Eternal.

“Forgive me if I’m skeptic!” I replied. Davros continued monologuing!

“After all this time,” called the lunatic, “finally, my Daleks will take their rightful place!” The Doctor made a pylon powering Davros’ throne explode, making him jolt. “You will not be so fortunate next time!” promised Davros. “Attack them, my Daleks!”

“They’re trying to do so!” taunted Strax. “Let me say, they’re hardly the best examples of warriors.”

“You say that as if this is war!” laughed Seeker. “Señor Strax, this isn’t war, this is sport!”

“Of course, the conquistador would say that!” I joked.

“I’ll get you later for that, Michael!” said Seeker hotly, as she converted her blade into rifle mode. She then put her i.d tag into the rifle.

“Do not anger me!” warned Davros. “You are a pathetic insect against my Dalek creations!”

“Final attack!” announced Seeker’s weapon.

“RIDER SEEKER BLAST!” called Seeker. She then shot another pylon, making Davros quiver again.

“Stop that!” he roared. Eternal put her Gaia Memory into the knife.

“I should have done this when I fought W,” she muttered.

“ETERNAL! MAXIMUM DRIVE!” announced the Memory. W started going into spasms as he went grey.

“Eternal Requiem,” called Eternal as she brought the blade down on W. The Gaia Memories flew out and W’s transformation was cancelled. Philip woke up and got Shōtarō out of danger. That was when a pale gray, mechanical velociraptor jumped into Philip’s hands. Shōtarō smirked.

“Reckless, as always, I see,” he mused as he pressed the button on the Joker Memory.

“JOKER!” called the Memory. Philip did some fancy folding on the raptor to reveal that the tail held a Gaia Memory with an illuminated F.

“FANG!” announced the Memory.

“Henshin!” called the two men. This time, Shōtarō put the Joker Memory in first and passed out. It appeared in the left-hand slot of Philip’s belt as he put the Fang Memory into the right-hand slot and tilted it. The rest of the Fang Memory became a raptor head with a horn on the snout as the W Driver opened.

“FANG! JOKER!” announced the Driver. The suit was a little different to say the least. It was white on the right half with the Joker colors on the left. It was a little spikier than the original.

“Time to go for the finisher!” snarled W. He pressed the horn three times.

“FANG! MAXIMUM DRIVE!” announced the W Driver

“Fang Streiser!” called W as he performed a flying roundhouse kick, which projected the head of the Fang Memory biting down on Eternal and the pylon she was in front of. The Eternal Memory flew out of the belt before shattering completely, cancelling the Rani’s transformation. The pylon blew up, making Davros jolt again.

“A foolish error on your behalf!” boasted Davros. “Daleks, EXTERMINATE!” The Daleks fired. “This will be my ultimate victory!” ranted their creator. “You cannot stop it!” He then noticed something. “Wait, where’s the Doctor?!”

“Oh, don’t mind me!” called the Doctor. She was fiddling with a control panel.

“NO!” shouted Davros. “YOU HAVE CONFOUNDED ME FOR THE LAST TIME!! I WILL DESTROY YOU AND THE MISERABLE, INSIGNIFICANT PLANET THAT IS EARTH!”

“I think you said that a while ago,” I observed. We kept the Daleks busy. “Doctor, what are you up to?” I asked.

“A little messing around,” explained the Doctor. An image of her face popped up on the screen.

“What are you doing?!” shouted Davros. “CEASE AT ONCE!! THE DALEKS ARE MEANT TO OBEY ME! THEY! WILL! OBEY! ME!”

“For future reference,” called the Doctor as she finished, the image on the screen changing to that of Davros, “it’s a really bad idea to route all your targeting software through a single computer node!” The Daleks then started shaking as if they were resisting movements but couldn’t.

“Weapons targeting is being overridden!” reported a Dalek. “I cannot control! I cannot control!” The Daleks started haphazardly firing on Davros and the Rani!

“Oh no, I’m not wasting this regeneration!” yelped the Rani. She scuttled into her TARDIS and fled.

“No! Stop! I AM YOUR CREATOR!” shouted Davros.

“We cannot override the Doctor’s commands!” screamed a Dalek.

“CURSE YOU, DOCTOR!” shouted Davros.

“That’s the first time he ever said that specific phrase,” I observed. There was a massive explosion in the sky as Davros started going up.

“And that’ll be your fleet exploding, Davros,” revealed the Doctor. We turned on our heels, after the Doctor blew on her TARDIS whistle. “I hope you’re well insured. See you next time, Davros.”

“DALEK!” announced a Gaia Memory voice. As the TARDIS reappeared, we turned to see Davros put a Gaia Memory into a Dalek gun from his chair. “DALEK! MAXIMUM DRIVE!”

“DALEK EXTERMINATION!” roared Davros. A single blue bolt of light flew towards us. We got out of the way…well…all but Kamen Rider Climb. She was hit by the blast.

“IRINA!” I shouted. The rest is a blur, your Highness, but we put her in stasis for the trip here.