A woman of Japanese descent looked out the balcony overlooking her backyard, contemplating what happened three years into her past. It wasn\u2019t a pleasant memory. A robot she had trusted had revealed that she and her friends were used for his ends. He was judged to be guilty and sentenced to spend a century in prison with no parole. She sighed as she sipped her tea. She then idly looked inside to see a device she had used throughout her career as a Kamen Rider. That\u2019s right, the woman was Megumi Hishikawa, Kamen Rider Royal\/Vortex, Queen of the Feudal Nerd Society, part-time clerk at Tentallia\u2019s Groceries, and currently a permanent student at After Academy. She had no classes, homework, or work for the day. She sighed again as she thought of X-PO\u2019s breakdown in court. \u201cI trusted Vortoranii to keep Vorton intact and now it\u2019s just three rocks in space with life support! I trusted Vortech to be sensible with the Foundation Elements and he still gathered them! I trusted the F.N.S to keep to the mission and they got distracted by side quests! I trusted Elkrandek to get me out of this mess and he turns on me! This all proves one thing; trust is only going to get you killed in the long run! I was right when I first came online! Everyone and everything is just the means to an end!\u201d That was what he declared before he was found guilty. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCome in,\u201d she called. The door opened to reveal Death, the Head of her House at After Academy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJust thought I\u2019d visit,\u201d whispered Death as she took off her shoes and set them on the mat reserved for shoes. She climbed the stairs and noticed Megumi\u2019s current mood. \u201cIs…everything all right?\u201d she quizzed. She then gasped. \u201cHas the marriage gone…?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, no,\u201d assured Megumi. \u201cIt\u2019s not that. I\u2019m just…thinking about X-PO. I\u2019ve been doing that for the past three years.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh,\u201d realized Death. \u201cDo you…want to talk about it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s there TO talk about?\u201d asked Megumi. \u201cX-PO\u2019s in prison and we\u2019re still looking for Hiro. You know, Richard and I were sure he\u2019d interrupt our wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe he decided not to be so gauche,\u201d guessed Death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA bit of a stretch,\u201d muttered Megumi. \u201cInterrupting a wedding IS something he\u2019d do. I mean, he interrupted Scorpainia\u2019s…what, 37th<\/sup> wedding to her king? Seriously, how many times do Tarlaxians get married to the same person?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDepends on the Tarlaxians,\u201d replied Death. \u201cBesides, it helps renew their vows.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFair point,\u201d conceded Megumi. \u201cIn any case…I don\u2019t know, maybe we\u2019re just in a rut. Hey, you\u2019re monitoring something called a convergence, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cA Convergence,\u201d corrected Death. \u201cCapital C. You were sick during that lecture.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCould you give me the cliff-notes version of it?\u201d asked Megumi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAll right,\u201d declared Death. \u201cYou know how Vortech was trying to smash every reality into one?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow could I forget?\u201d muttered Megumi. \u201cThe Quad still haunts me to this day.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWell, a Convergence is a temporary, more stable version of that,\u201d continued Death. \u201cInstead of being smashed together, risking a fracturing of that reality, a few universes ease into blending with each other. Mostly, different planets will appear near the nexus planet of a universe. Er, you DO know what a nexus planet is, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe planet where the action is the hottest in that universe,\u201d answered Megumi. \u201cUsually, it\u2019s what determines a universe\u2019s physical laws and time scale. I recently wrote a paper on the subject for Lacey.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI take it the class was about learning how to map out a universe,\u201d guessed Death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYep,\u201d confirmed Megumi. \u201cSo, other nexus planets will be seen from each other during the Convergence?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cExactly,\u201d answered Death, \u201cand it has caused both lasting friendships and the bloodiest of wars. The one coming up is going to throw Vorton into the mix.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cUh oh!\u201d gulped Megumi. \u201cI don\u2019t think any nexus planet will like seeing Vorton\u2019s ruined state hanging near them!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWell, no, but I\u2019d concern myself with Shocker Rift,\u201d suggested Death. \u201cThey\u2019re sure to capitalize on the Convergence.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHiro\u2019s already got new recruits,\u201d muttered Megumi darkly. \u201cWho knows what kind of vile fiends he obtained!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201c…Is this some kind of joke?!\u201d roared Adachi Hiro, the leader of the interdimensional terrorist group, Shocker Rift. Ambassador Hell, his current second in command, rolled his eyes. \u201cI sent you to get the most fearsome people in that universe and what do you bring back?! A midget dressed like a Roman Soldier with a black ball for a head and no mouth, a walking, shaggy, red carpet with tennis shoes, an overweight witch, and some midget cowboy that\u2019s all red moustache?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou were the one who picked L-0-0-N-3-Y-T-U-N-3-5!\u201d argued Ambassador Hell. \u201cWe NEED the soldiers!\u201d Hiro snarled…then sighed. After the fiasco with the Sources three years ago, he couldn\u2019t afford to be picky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAll right, let\u2019s get this over with,\u201d he grumbled. He produced a clipboard and approached the midget Roman Soldier. \u201cCommander X-2: Marvin of Mars, what do you have to offer?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOnly the incredible technology of the Martian Empire,\u201d replied Marvin the Martian. \u201cIsn\u2019t that delightful?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFine, fine,\u201d muttered Hiro. \u201cWelcome to Shocker Rift.\u201d He approached the red, hairy monster. \u201cGossamer, what can you offer?\u201d The monster, Gossamer, punched his hand and cracked his knuckles. \u201cWe can always use a little muscle. Welcome to Shocker Rift.\u201d He then turned to the witch. \u201cWitch Hazel, what can you offer?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI have quite the magical repertoire,\u201d offered Witch Hazel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSplendid, a counter for Elphaba,\u201d mumbled Hiro. \u201cWelcome to Shocker Rift.\u201d Last, but not least, was the short cowboy. \u201cYosemite Sam, what can you offer?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m the roughest, toughest, rip-roarin’-est, Edward Everett Horton-est hombre whatever packed a six-shooter! That’s who I am!\u201d shouted Sam as he fired some shots.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWonderful, a sharp-shooter,\u201d muttered Hiro. \u201cWelcome to Shocker Rift. All right, Ambassador Hell, take them to orientation.\u201d Ambassador Hell grumbled, but obeyed. Marvin ran his eyes up and down the Dalek Operator at the helm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDidn\u2019t I see you in Area 52?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMust have been an older model Dalek!\u201d replied the Dalek Operator. Marvin shrugged before rejoining the group.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019ll be in my ready room,\u201d muttered Hiro to the Dalek Operator. \u201cKeep the ship steady.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI obey!\u201d obliged the Dalek Operator. Hiro entered his ready room and flopped into the chair, dejected. After a few minutes of staring off into space, the door chime rang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCome in,\u201d he mumbled. The door opened to reveal Igura, a woman he had married a year ago. \u201cYou\u2019re always a welcome sight,\u201d he greeted as he sat up. He offered his lap. Igura sat down and wiggled a little to get comfy. \u201cWhat can I do for you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI think I have something that can give us better soldiers,\u201d she purred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDo tell,\u201d invited Hiro.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cA Convergence is about to occur,\u201d she explained. \u201cVorton\u2019s involved. One of the universes being blended with Vorton is one where one of Megumi\u2019s allies dwells and it has more to offer than just the ally\u2019s main nemesis.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A pair of robots were button-mashing controllers built for them. They were laughing at the game they were playing. \u201cThat girl should NOT be twerking!\u201d laughed the red robot in a young man\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat girl shouldn\u2019t EXIST!\u201d replied the purple and black robot in a young woman\u2019s voice. \u201cI wish the developers didn\u2019t code her!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis is the kind of game,\u201d continued the red robot, \u201cwhere I\u2019m like \u2018UGH! I can\u2019t fragging take anymore!\u2019 and I look on my chronometer and we\u2019ve only played for, like, one and a half cycles!\u201d The robots were laughing again. \u201cPlease, no more!\u201d mocked the red one before noticing his companion\u2019s character. \u201cBlackarachnia, why do you have that gun?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt freezes fairies,\u201d replied the female robot, Blackarachnia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt freezes fairies,\u201d repeated the red robot, Optimus Prime. \u201cThat\u2019s the ONLY thing it does! It doesn\u2019t do anything else.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho cares about the cats? Who cares about the bats?\u201d chuckled Blackarachnia as her character shot at various enemies with the gun. \u201cSee? The cats don\u2019t care.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt ONLY targets mice,\u201d laughed Optimus. \u201cThat is, in all probability, the most racist gun ever!\u201d That earned a laugh from both of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLook, it doesn\u2019t even damage the…\u201d Blackarachnia trailed off as she saw an object bouncing in, \u201c…bouncing future buttball?\u201d The two Autobots then realized what she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cButtball?!\u201d they both repeated in laughing unison.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIn the future,\u201d continued Blackarachnia through her laughter, \u201cthey decided football wasn\u2019t…\u201d her character was then hit. \u201cUm, frack that knight!\u201d she snapped before a shot on screen killed her character. \u201cAre…are you serious right now?!\u201d she howled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDid you just get…?!\u201d yelped Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe guy…I just got fracking ganked!\u201d shouted Blackarachnia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHey, guys!\u201d called a voice. Optimus and Blackarachnia turned their heads to see Sonic and Ultra Magnus coming up. \u201cWhat are you playing?\u201d asked Sonic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJust some Tales of Whimsica XIII<\/em>,\u201d explained Blackarachnia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere IS a certain problem of Deceptive Constructs! Hint, hint!\u201d hissed Ultra Magnus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDude, we\u2019ve got intelligence reports saying that the Decepticons are still repairing the Nemesis<\/em> after Nemesis Prime\u2019s stunt three weeks ago,\u201d replied Optimus. \u201cThey\u2019re still five weeks out. We\u2019ve been running drills every day. Even PROWL can find an excuse to relax!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGot room for another player?\u201d asked Sonic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJust grab a controller and pick your character!\u201d replied Optimus. Ultra Magnus sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI can\u2019t understand why you want to play a fantasy game,\u201d he muttered, \u201cwhen your LIVES are already fantastic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIs…that a futuristic football?!\u201d yelped Sonic when he started playing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo, it\u2019s a buttball,\u201d replied Blackarachnia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh, Primus, the spiky dudes!\u201d gulped Optimus as spiky enemies swarmed the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cChaos, they\u2019re mobbing us!\u201d swore Sonic as Ultra Magnus left the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI just imagined our dudes as mobsters surrounded by them,\u201d laughed Blackarachnia. Sonic and Optimus joined in her laughter. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Valentino!\u201d she continued in a mobster goon\u2019s voice. \u201cI tried my best!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI told you to do a clean job,\u201d replied Optimus in another mobster impression, \u201c…and you FRACKED it up! There\u2019s spiky dudes EVERYWHERE!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere…is Fat Tony…all OVER this place!\u201d supplied Sonic in another Mobster impression as his character exploded. \u201cThere\u2019s just PIECES of Fat Tony!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMight as well call this FAT TONY\u2019S!\u201d declared Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGod rest his soul!\u201d wished Blackarachnia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGod rest his soul!\u201d agreed Sonic and Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI really respected him, but, you know, he didn\u2019t pay,\u201d continued Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe went on a dating website AS Fat Tony,\u201d chuckled Blackarachnia. \u201cBlew his cover.\u201d The trio continued laughing as they played.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A gunmetal grey robot was at his workstation, trying to make sense of what happened three weeks ago with his ship while he was off-planet. He stared at the ceiling of his office, growling all the while. His thoughts were interrupted by the door chime. \u201cEnter,\u201d he rumbled. An enormously fat man with a beaky nose and busy moustache floated in on his personal transport.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMegatron, my friend!\u201d cheered the human. \u201cI trust your new workstation suits your needs?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt\u2019s…adequate, Eggman,\u201d remarked Megatron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen, if I can be of any further assistance,\u201d declared Dr. Eggman, \u201cI\u2019m just a call away!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI need a report on the Nemesis<\/em>\u2019 repairs,\u201d growled Megatron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201c…We\u2019re still 37.5% done on repairs, per Shockwave\u2019s original predictions,\u201d sighed Eggman. Megatron glared at him. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Megatron, but Nemesis Prime was thorough in nearly totaling the ship! We\u2019re using all of our available resources to fix the thing! If I made better repair bots now, it would be next to impossible to get new supplies!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIsn\u2019t there ANYTHING you can do?!\u201d snarled Megatron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWell, MAYBE if you didn\u2019t send that Galvatron character down to Mobius to settle his business,\u201d replied Eggman. \u201cWhat\u2019s he doing down there anyway?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat doesn\u2019t concern you yet!\u201d dismissed Megatron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI say it DOES!\u201d hissed Eggman. \u201cYou know, I\u2019m getting a little sick and tired of Decepticons coming and going without a word! Maybe I should make a house rule that you lot need to sign your name on a time-sheet before leaving!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMind your tongue, fleshling!\u201d roared Megatron as he leveled his fusion cannon at Eggman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow about you mind your vocal processors?!\u201d replied Eggman as he activated a large cannon and brought it level to Megatron\u2019s fusion cannon. They stayed in that position for a while until both lowered their weapons. \u201cNow,\u201d continued Eggman, \u201cI DO require something from the Decepticons.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cName it quickly,\u201d grumbled Megatron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI need a communications terminal,\u201d explained Eggman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShockwave will see to it,\u201d declared Megatron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cA private communications terminal, separate from all channels except the ones I personally program,\u201d continued Eggman. \u201cI also require Soundwave to not monitor the terminal as I make my calls.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy all the secrecy?\u201d asked Megatron. \u201cWho are you going to talk to?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat\u2019s not relevant to you,\u201d remarked Eggman. He departed Megatron\u2019s office at that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201c…No, of course, it\u2019s not!\u201d hissed Megatron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A dark-skinned woman was tapping her foot under her pink skirts. Her nine tails twitched whenever her drumming fingers made contact with her arm. \u201cWhere is she?\u201d she grumbled as she took her rose hairpiece out of her bun and fastened it to her waist while her irritation increased. She was unaware of the creaking of wood approaching her, even though she was in a base surrounded by ice and snow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cProblem, Captain?\u201d asked a low, grandfatherly voice. The woman jumped and whirled around to see a tree-like giant towering over her. She calmed down once she recognized the creature.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOak, I know you recommended Denstra as your replacement,\u201d muttered the woman, Arsha Royana, \u201cbut this is no way to start a job on my ship!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe shuttle is probably delayed,\u201d rumbled Oak, the now retired Dryad Officer on the Endeavor<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd it all could have been avoided if we met her in the Under-realm!\u201d argued Arsha. \u201cBut she had to insist on taking a shuttle here, going to show how much…!\u201d She then drew in a breath and exhaled slowly. \u201cI\u2019ve heard things about Denstra from all over Realmfleet that I don\u2019t know what to make of her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDon\u2019t be hasty,\u201d advised Oak. \u201cI\u2019m sure Commander Welmeva has her reasons for taking a shuttle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThey better be good reasons,\u201d muttered Arsha. \u201cWith Dr. Borg coming back, we need help quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cStatus of tri-alpha matrix?\u201d requested a blue-skinned, winged, cyborg woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cStable, Mother,\u201d replied a feminine robot with a red pentagon for a face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAll tests ready, Dr. Borg,\u201d reported a small, big-eared, large-nosed, green skinned man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSplendid,\u201d praised Dr. C. Y. Borg. \u201cAdjust settings to 3.7.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAdjusting settings,\u201d confirmed the robot, Jansha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNeural activity increased three-fold,\u201d reported the small man, Tormo. \u201cDr. Borg, with current standards, the risk of burnout may have increased.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDon\u2019t tell me you\u2019re worrying so much about…!\u201d hissed Jansha. The sparks leaping from the machine being tested interrupted her. She checked her station. \u201c…Total burnout on all circuits!\u201d she wailed. \u201cIt\u2019s ruined!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTrace the fault\u2019s origin,\u201d directed Dr. Borg, \u201cand give me documentation on everything we\u2019ve done thus far. We need to figure out what went wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh dear,\u201d snarked Tormo. \u201cBack to square 1. Two days wasted. You could have stayed in your recharge pod, Jansha.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBite me, you green-skinned, gold-hoarding halfling!\u201d snapped Jansha. That did it!<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGet melted, you malfunctioning garbage can!\u201d replied Tormo. The two pounced on each other and it was a battle of flesh and steel!<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat\u2019s enough, both of you!\u201d shouted Dr. Borg. They stopped fighting and looked at Dr. Borg. \u201cJansha, one does not let themselves fall to anger that quickly. Tormo, you should know better than to insult your colleague. Now, trace the fault\u2019s origin.\u201d She turned and walked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Meanwhile, beyond all realities, a conference was going on. \u201c…It\u2019s happening,\u201d mused one woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShould we send them?\u201d asked another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt only makes sense,\u201d replied the first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLet us hope they\u2019re receptive to it,\u201d muttered a third. \u201cThe last time this happened, the previous ones were content to kill each other.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNot this time,\u201d assured the first. \u201cWe have enough that will agree to the terms we set out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen it\u2019s agreed?\u201d asked a fourth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt is agreed,\u201d declared all four.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019ll tell her to prepare them,\u201d declared the second.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A woman of Japanese descent looked out the balcony overlooking her backyard, contemplating what happened three years into her past. 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