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Trinity Soul: Ch 28

The Battle of the Pelennor Fields was still underway. Faramir was rescued at the cost of Denethor lighting himself on fire. The Haradrim had arrived and were trying to turn the tide. “Rally to me! To me!” called Théoden. Then, HE came. The Witch-King arrived and struck fear into his foes.

“Feast on his flesh!” the Witch-King ordered his mechanical Fell Beast. The monster’s mouth clamped onto Théoden’s horse and tossed him across the fields. Éowyn rushed to protect him.

“I will kill you if you touch him!” she challenged.

“Do not come between the Nazgûl and his prey!” replied the Witch-King. His Fell Beast lunged at Éowyn, but Grimlock sunk his beast mode’s jaws into its neck. The Dyno-bot leader tore the Fell Beast’s neck clean off and flung the head aside as it shut down.

“Get him! Now!” Grimlock shouted at Éowyn. She nodded and charged at the Witch-King. His flail knocked her back and he slashed at Grimlock’s ankles, causing him to fall in pain.

“You fool! No man can kill me!” rasped the Witch-King as he held Éowyn by the neck and lifted her into the air. “Die now!” Éowyn then slammed her fist onto the Nazgûl Lord’s new bike helmet, turning it into an echo chamber and forcing him to let her go. She then cast her helmet aside as the Witch-King did the same to stop the ringing in his ears.

“I am no man!” declared Éowyn. She thrust her sword into the Witch-King’s invisible head, causing his armor to just fall to the ground, empty. The Witch-King of Angmar, Lord of the Ringwraiths and Sauron’s top Lieutenant, was dead. Éowyn then crawled towards Théoden as Grimlock transformed and ran up to them. Théoden said his last words before falling still. Grimlock shook his head in sadness, confirming Éowyn’s fears.

“MINNA! ARAGORN! THE GHOST ARMY!” called Sengoku. Over the fields of Pelennor, everyone could see Aragorn leading an army of ghosts against the forces of Mordor.

“Aragorn’s ghost army is attacking!” reported a Skaro Dalek on Vorton.

“Then the time is now!” declared the Supreme. “Transport us all to our original shells!”

“What in the?” muttered a Combatman in the Gateway Room. “Hiro-sama, come here!”

“What is it?” quizzed Hiro.

“I’m getting multiple teleport signatures from an abandoned shop of the northern sector of the Promenade,” explained the Combatman. “They’re coming from various Dalek casings.”

“Are they seriously trying to commit suicide?” asked Hiro.

“They’re my jurisdiction,” interjected Igura. “I can still discipline them.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” replied Hiro. “Just be careful.” The two then kissed before Igura headed off.

“Isn’t she something?” sighed Hiro.

“A real pain in the central support column!” snarled a recently repaired Megatron as he entered the Gateway Room.

“Don’t start that again,” grumbled Hiro. “You’re just mad.”

“The Battle of the Pelennor Fields went to Minas Tirith!” shouted Megatron. “You told me that such a thing was impossible!”

“I said it was improbable,” corrected Hiro. “Still, there is no reason to panic. In exactly 12 hours, Sauron will get the Ring and we’ll get reinforcements from Mordor.”

Over in Cirith Ungol, Shagrat and Gorbag were pawing through Frodo’s things. Gorbag noticed that something was missing. He then saw Shagrat holding the mithril shirt. “Hands off!” snarled Gorbag. “That shiny shirt, that’s mine!”

“It’s going to the Great Eye,” hissed Shagrat, “along with everything else.”

“I don’t take orders from stinking Morgul rats!” snarled Gorbag as he grappled with Shagrat. Shagrat then pulled out his sword.

“You touch it,” he threatened, “and I’ll stick this blade in your gut!” Gorbag knocked the sword aside, then shoved him down the tower stairs. A few Orcs looked up to see what was going on.

“The scum tried to knife me!” roared Gorbag. “Kill him!” The fight began and a few Orcs were tossed out of the tower. When they landed on the crowds below, it began a bigger brawl. Soon, all of Cirith Ungol was fighting. Outside, Megumi and her group heard the fighting.

“Good, there’s a fight going on in there!” whispered Megumi.

“Makes it easier for us to slip by,” remarked Jandro.

“Then one of us will get caught,” argued Sam. “No, we need to fight our way through!” Suddenly, Cirith Ungol went quiet. Everyone cautiously crept in to see Orc corpses littering the tower base. “Then again,” muttered Sam.

“There’s probably a clean-up squadron,” surmised Prowl.

“I think I hear them!” hissed Megumi.

“This is a waste of my talents!” roared an Orc. “Me! Kamen Rider Kiri! Now I’m reduced to clean-up just because some Orcs can’t keep their discipline!”

“Gorshagh!” hissed Tanisha.

“Sam, careful!” warned Megumi. “Gorshagh’s a Kamen Rider that can go at speeds faster than the eye can go.”

“I’ve got something in mind to scare him,” growled Sam. He grabbed an Orc sword and positioned himself so his shadow looked bigger. The Orcs saw it and stepped back.

“Henshin!” yelped Gorshagh as he inserted the Kiri Zecter.

“Henshin!” repeated the Zecter as Gorshagh turned into his armored mode of Kamen Rider Kiri.

“Cast off!” shouted Kiri as he pulled the Zecter’s arms back.

“Cast off! Change: Mantis!” announced the Zecter as his armor exploded, revealing his slimmer Rider form. Sam then came into view.

“Cl…oh, it’s just a Halfling!” snarled Kiri. His squad mates were laughing. “SHUT UP!” he shouted. He then turned to Sam. “Come here, you…” Sam thrust Sting into Kiri’s side and tossed him down the steps, causing him to cancel his transformation.

“HENSHIN!” announced the Vortex and Chronicle Riders as their transformation announcements sounded throughout the tower. Everyone was slaying Orcs left, right, and center.

“THAT’S FOR FRODO!” shouted Sam as an Orc fell to Sting. “THAT’S FOR THE SHIRE!” Another Orc was stabbed with the spare Orc blade. “AND THAT’S FOR MY OLD GAFFER!” One last Orc fell and Sam led the charge all the way up to the tower. They all stopped at the entrance to the upper roof to see Shagrat threatening Frodo!

“I’m gonna bleed you like a stuck pig!” snarled Shagrat. Sam then ran Sting into Shagrat’s backside and right through his front.

“Not if I stick you first!” hissed Sam.

“SAM!” called Frodo. Sam then threw Shagrat’s corpse aside and retrieved Sting. “Oh, Sam, I’m so sorry!” panted Frodo. “Sorry for everything!”

“Let’s get you out of here,” called Royal.

“Everyone, it’s too late!” sighed Frodo. “It’s over! They took it! They took the Ring!”

“Begging your pardon, but they haven’t,” corrected Sam as he took the Ring out of his pocket. “We thought we’d lost you. So we took it, only for safekeeping.”

“Give it to me!” yelped Frodo. Sam saw a look of dark desire in Frodo’s eyes and hesitated.

“Mr. Gamgee, the Ring!” hissed Brenden. Sam snapped out of it and gave the Ring up. Frodo then fastened the chain the Ring rested on around his neck and briefly looked satisfied.

“You must understand, the Ring is my burden,” warned Frodo. “It will destroy you Sam.”

“Come on, Mister Frodo,” suggested Sam. “We’d best find you some clothes. You can’t go walking through Mordor in naught but your skin.” They all descended the tower as the three Autobots changed their holo-forms into Orcs. The rest looked around for Orc armor that would fit. Richard looked around and backed into someone.

“I SURRENDER!” squeaked the person. “DON’T KILL ME! I’LL WORK FOR SAURON!” Richard and the person turned around to face each other and Richard’s eyes went wide. “Say, you ain’t an Orc!” realized the person.

“Curly!” cheered Richard.

“Hey! Fellas!” Curly called over his shoulder. “More Vortex Riders and Autobots! Over here!” Moe and Larry looked around the corner, then came up to greet the group.

“Megumi!” cheered Moe.

“Moe! Larry! Curly!” cheered Megumi. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Hiro kidnapped us and stuck us with an army that was gonna stop Rohan from marching,” explained Larry.

“We got away from them and warned Rohan about that army,” continued Moe.

“So Mikhail sent us to scout out Mordor,” finished Curly. “Boy, it was a LONG trip!”

“Right now, we need to get some disguises and…” Moe was interrupted by voices. “HIDE!” he hissed. Everyone hid as an Orc came in. Moe then grabbed a pole and whacked the Orc. The Orc was still wearing his helmet.

“What the?” muttered the Orc. He then took off his helmet and looked towards the sky. Moe hit him again, this time knocking the Orc out.

“His clothes will fit me just right!” cheered Moe as he began dragging the Orc off.

“What about us?” asked Larry.

“Go get your own!” snapped Moe as he carted the Orc off.

“Oh, a hoarder, huh?!” snarled Larry.

“Well, hoarders is hoarders,” mused Curly. Two more Orcs came in, one was Curly’s size, the other was Larry’s.

“So, what did Breknak say?” asked the smaller one.

“He told me I was a good boy,” replied the larger one. “He assigned me half a ration more!”

“Ah, good!” cheered the smaller one as both of them rolled cigarettes. “You’re moving on up in the world, I tell…” he was interrupted by a kick to his pants. “…OI! What did you kick me for?!”

“I didn’t kick you!” snapped the larger one. They both returned to their cigarettes and were about to light them when both of them were kicked in the pants. The larger Orc turned to his comrade. “SO! YOU THINK IT’S A GOOD IDEA TO KICK ME, EH?”

“I DIDN’T KICK YOU, YOU KICKED ME!” roared the smaller one.

“COME HERE, YOU LYING MORIA RAT!” shouted the larger one. Both of them then got into a grappling match before Larry and Curly knocked them out with a blow to their heads. They then took their clothes and put them on. Soon, everyone had an Orc disguise. They left Cirith Ungol and soon got a good view of how vast the Black Land of Mordor was.

“We did it, Mister Frodo!” cheered Sam. “We made it into Mordor!” Frodo was more attentive to the various Orc camps between the hill and Mt. Doom.

“There are so many of them, we’ll never get through unseen,” he sighed.

“Frodo, I know it’s daunting,” encouraged Megumi, “but we’re all right behind you.”

“Hey, what a funny looking lighthouse!” laughed Curly. He pointed at Barad-dûr as Sauron looked across Mordor to find the Ring.

“That’s not a lighthouse,” gulped Prowl.

“It’s him! The Eye!” whispered Frodo.

“Sauron, the Dark Lord of Mordor himself!” explained Megumi.

“Oh, so he’s the…NYAAAaaaAAAaaaAAAAH!” Curly yelped as he realized the implications.

“We gotta avoid that thing’s light!” hissed Moe.

“They’re right,” urged Sam. “We have to go in there, Mister Frodo. There’s nothing for it.”

“How can we get past all the Orcs?” whimpered Frodo.

“Come on, let’s just make it down the hill for starters,” suggested Sam.

“He’s right, we need to take this one step at a time,” replied Megumi. “Come on.” The group then headed down the hill.

“Megumi and her group have passed beyond my sight,” Gandalf reported in Minas Tirith’s throne room. “The darkness is deepening.”

“If Sauron had the Ring,” countered Aragorn, “we would know it.”

“It’s only a matter of time,” replied Gandalf. “He has suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor, our enemy is regrouping.”

“Let him stay there!” scoffed Gimli. “Let him rot! Why should we care?”

“Because 10,000 Orcs and Combatmen,” explained Hongo, “now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom.”

“And the Enemy is augmented with Shocker Rift’s technology,” supplied Arsha.

“We’ve sent them to their death,” sighed Gandalf.

“And, with Optimus laid up from the Witch-King’s Morgul blade,” interjected Ironhide, “we could lose the fight in the long run.”

“No,” argued Aragorn. “There is still hope for them. They need time and safe passage across the plains of Gorgoroth. We can give them that.”

“How?” asked Gimli as he puffed on his pipe.

“Draw out Sauron’s armies,” explained Aragorn. “Empty his lands, then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate.” Gimli choked on the smoke from his pipe.

“We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms,” argued Éomer, Éowyn’s brother.

“Not for ourselves,” replied Aragorn. “But we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron’s eye fixed upon us, keep him blind to all else that moves.”

“The old diversion bit,” chuckled Arsha.

“Certainty of death, small chance of success,” remarked Thangred, “…what are we waiting for?”

“Sauron will suspect a trap,” guessed Gandalf. “He will not take the bait.”

“Oh, I think he will,” chuckled Aragorn.

After his chat with Sauron, Aragorn led the armies of Rohan, Gondor, Autobots, Endeavor crew, and Vortex Riders on a march to Mordor’s Black Gate. During the march, back in Mordor, the Fields of Gorgoroth were being emptied. “You see Mister Frodo? Some luck at last!”

“Don’t be so sure!” hissed Megumi as Orcs came marching towards them.

“If we go with them, we’ll lose our chance!” gulped Prowl.

“I’ve got an idea to break rank soon,” whispered Megumi as the Orcs started passing them. The Orc Captain then spotted them and lashed his whip at them.

“MOVE IT, COME ON! FALL IN! MOVE IT! MOVE IT! MOVE IT!” he bellowed as he whipped them and shoved them into the line of Orcs. “TO THE GATE, YOU SLUGS! NOW MOVE IT! DON’T YOU KNOW WE’RE AT WAR?!”

“HOLD!” called a voice. A line of Combatmen arrived.

“What do you mean ‘hold’?!” demanded the Orc Captain.

“I have troops to move to the Gate!” snarled the Combatman Captain.

“So do I!” roared the Orc Captain.

“You wait!” demanded the Combatman Captain. “Shocker Rift comes before you!” He then shoved the Orc Captain to the ground.

“A better plan!” chuckled Megumi. She then strode to the Orc Captain. “HEY!” she barked. “Look at you, lying at the feet of a Man!”

“GET BACK IN THE LINE!” roared the Orc Captain as he lashed his whip. Megumi caught it and punched the Captain square in the face, knocking him out.

“I’M TAKING COMMAND OF THIS BATTALION!” she roared. “ANY OBJECTIONS?!” No one said a word. “ARE WE GOING TO LET THE RACE OF MEN TRY AND CONQUER US, EVEN IF THEY’RE FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE?!” The Orcs roared in the negative. “ARE WE READY TO SHOW THEM WHO’S BOSS?!” The Orcs roared in agreement. “KILL THEM, THEN! PROVE TO THEM WHO’S SUPERIOR!” The Orcs roared and fired on the Combatmen. Soon, it became a large shootout between the two factions. “Time to go!” hissed Megumi to her group. They took off in the confusion.

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