I continued fighting Daiku and Ddraig as the Lords looked onwards. They were acting naturally and stood around with a few movements instead of standing like statues. I kept only the necessary voices in my head as I needed as much data as I could on how they even got onto my ship in the first place! The shields were up, for a start! The fleet outside was constantly updating its software, but I felt confident that I would break through it sooner or later. The Lords are still Borg in that regard.
“The Borg are still trying to break through our data encryptions,” warned M’Row’s Chief Engineer, a Vulcan man. “Altering encryptions once more.”
“I’ve noticed a distinctly longer pause between your reports,” remarked M’Row. “Is something up?”
“In this instance, what is ‘up’ is that the Borg seem to be toying with us like-”
“Like us Caitians?”
“I was going to say a Naussican, but your analogy will suffice, Captain.”
“I don’t like it, this isn’t normal Borg behavior,” I muttered. “…Unless…oh no!” A horrible thought went through my head.
“Sir?” asked M’Row.
“Get me the Tholian Ship!”
As I continued fighting, I could feel a form of panic in my bones. Oddly enough, it didn’t come from me, it felt like it came from somewhere else. Just then, one of my Cubes, the Juggernaut, got all the data I wanted. …Well, I may have wanted it originally, but that feeling died…almost as bad as my original’s parents will! With my supposed familial connections proven wrong, I stopped holding back. That forced them to fight harder. “Son, I promise you,” urged Daiku, “you won’t be harmed if you just surrender!”
“Surrender to the likes of you?!” I replied as I pulled out a light and dark Elementrigger. “I’d never be able to show my face!” I connected the two, then pressed the button.
“What’s the word?” asked my belt.
“Balance!” I replied. I then split the Elementriggers and swapped my base ones out for the paired ones. Light and dark then surrounded me.
“BALANCING ACT!” announced my belt. “WEAVER: YIN YANG FORM!” My suit became a blend of white and black.
“Son, you’re not thinking clearly!” urged Ddraig.
“I think you mean Clone!”
“…What?”
“A Cube got every scrap of data of my origins on Kamino!” I explained. “You used their cloning techniques to create a practice dummy just so you could learn how your son fights if he ever turned evil! Well, let me tell you now, your definition of good and evil, the one you instilled in him, is ANTIQUATED! You two will have no choice but to bury him!” In hindsight, since I’m the Author’s clone, I should have known better than to say that around a woman like Ddraig.
“NOT MY SON, YOU BASTARD!” She swapped out the device in her belt with a green one.
“Daeargryn!” (Earthquake!) announced the belt. Her armor became green and evoked Toph from the Avatar universe. She then charged at me and slammed her fist right into my solar plexus. Should have blocked that. I was winded temporarily, giving Daiku enough time to pull out a device. He pulled the Fandom Shield out and inserted it into the new device.
“PRIME! TRANSFORM!” called the device. He then inserted the new device into the belt and opened the Fandom Shield. New panels then extended from the device, depicting Primus and Unicron.
“Transformers: Prime!” called the belt. It then played the last segment of Transformers: Prime’s opening theme. His suit looked like that series’ version of Optimus and he gained the Star Saber. He raised the blade above me.
“You wouldn’t kill your own son, would you?” I asked.
“No, just pathetic copies!” replied Daiku. That bit of talking was all I needed to turn the weapons dial of my belt.
“ONINI SABER!” it called. My sword then blocked his, then wrapped itself around the blade and threw him across the deck!
“Should have kept your mouth shut!” I taunted.
“Have you examined yourself recently?!” replied my own voice from behind me. I turned to see my donor’s armored fist go straight across my face. When I recovered, I leapt to a balcony overlooking the whole thing.
“There he is!” I laughed. “The OG Kamen Rider Weaver, himself!”
“You don’t have any clue what OG means!” snarled my donor.
“Original Gangster,” I replied. “A similar phrase would be ‘old-school’. You know, backwards idiots like Mama and Dad!”
“KHAN!” roared Ddraig. “I’ll show you backwards!”
“Come down here and get your spanking!” snarled Daiku.
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU MORONS!” I finally shouted. “This is now between me and your son!”
“Then do as Dad said and come down here so we can end this!” growled my donor.
“Nah, patience!” I chuckled. “This is just the beginning! First, it has to HURT!” I punched my hand for emphasis. “Then, if one of the Lords beats you to the point that your transformations are cancelled, so much the better!” The Lords then moved around the three. “But if they don’t, well, that’s when the real fun starts!” The Lords, now no longer shackled by the original Borg programming, went on an aggressive attack pattern. The attack was too much for my duplicate and his parents and it knocked them out of their transformations. I cancelled my own as the Lords held them down. Anansi was surrounded as I pulled the Tome out.
“ANANSI!” called my donor. “HELP!” Anansi looked back and forth between the Lords and my donor…then vanished. “ANANSI!”
“That worthless arachnid won’t save you now,” I remarked. I opened the Tome to an entry I had written earlier and read it aloud. “‘Once the narration was finished and the Tome was closed, the original Author and his parents turned, rather painfully, into denizens of Arsha’s world, a Sea Dragon woman, a Sky Elf man, and their Blender son, then they passed out until they were brought to the Realms with a new past that worked within the Realms.’”
“What?!” yelped my donor. Once the narration was finished and the Tome was closed, the original Author and his parents turned, rather painfully, into denizens of Arsha’s world, a Sea Dragon woman, a Sky Elf man, and their Blender son, then they passed out until they were brought to the Realms with a new past that worked within the Realms. I turned to a Turei Lord.
“Get that fleet out of here,” I commanded him. “Sonavok, Ziddet, take my donor and his parents to the Realms. They will wake up in their home of Varshenta Beach and will have forgotten their old lives as humans, remembering only that they are Leumas Venchitak and his parents, Petramel Venchitak and Noletam Farginta.”
“What about their original universe?” asked Sonavok.
“…Destroy it. I want no further attachments.”
“As you wish.” I could see through the Collective that the combined fleet was pushed back into 5-T-4-R-T-R-3-K-0-N-L-1-N-3 and that a single Cube was making its way through the rift to find my donor’s old universe. Meanwhile, Ziddet dropped Leumas and his parents off at Varshenta Beach just a few years before Arsha began her tour. When they woke up, they wondered what the heck they were doing napping on the beach and headed to their respective jobs. All that was left was to watch the Civil War of the Damned.