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Chapter 1

-The Restoration

"Formation Z, Hyperforce go!" Chiro commanded with a fiery wave of his arm. He charged forward with his team in hot pursuit. He swerved his way through the wave of formless that cornered them. Narrowing his eyes, he jerked forward and used the wet terrain to hydroplane around. Once on the outside he delivered a savage blow to three formless. He leaped back to safety on top of a building when they splattered like black ooze water balloons.

Nova and Antauri tag teamed each other. Hovering higher up, he opened his arms. Nova jetted beneath him till she fell into his grip. Bringing her big battle fist forward, she stiffened her body up till she was as stern as a steel cable.

"Monkey Missile!" Both yelled together as he threw her forward. The gold monkey went propelling through a whole outside group of formless. Twirling herself in an axel role with fire streaming around her body. She exploded them into a fiery pit of heat and ooze. She landed on her feet and shared a victorious look with her eldest brother.

Sprx, Otto, and Gibson followed their siblings' example. Leaping through the air, they each latched onto each other's arms. Locking limbs, they unsheathed their weapons and went spinning. They unleashed a deadly display of their attacks. Firing multiple colored beams in all directions. Each energy attack hitting its mark as the horde of hideous formless disintegrated into useless slime.

Sprx landed on his feet and was the first to review their work. "Well that takes care of that," he dusted his hands while wearing a cocky grin. "These formless just get easier and easier the longer we fight them."

"Don't get to comfortable Sprx." Antauri answered calmly, lowering himself from the sky in lotus position. "As I have warned you before, we are not safe till this war is over."

"Agreed," Gibson piped up. "Theoretically these victories are only small maneuvers to engage Skeleton King's plight."

Nova nodded as she butted into the conversation. "We have been fighting his undead army for months on end and still we have not seen no eye or claw of him. If we're really winning how come he has not come out to face us himself?"

Antauri crossed his arms, closing his optics in deep contemplation. "His silence since the war has always brought question to my mind. But now I can feel a great disturbance in the Power Primate, I feel as though something is very amiss."

Chiro approached his team from his perched position. "Antauri's right, his war tactics have not changed since the first time we rumbled. However we'll have to ponder on this later, we have other things to worry about." Reaching his hand to his ear, he a hit a small metal hooked to his ear lobe.

"Chiro to Krios, come in Krios. Do you read?"

Static flickered in his ear bud before a loud squealing shrill zapped his ear. He quickly turned the small knob on the base of his ear piece to lower the volume.

"Krios here!" The flush reptilian sounding voice of the Frog Hyperforce's leader announced. "What do you have to report?"

"We just cleared sector seven of all formless." Chiro responded, briefly glancing at the onyx colored ooze staining his grey boots. "How is your progress?"

"Fine," he replied, his words hard to understand under the static interference. "We just cleared sector ten of the city, had a lot of the slimy buggers trying to blow up the south side bridge. We managed to stop them but the bridge's interior still took on heavy damage during the fight."

"Any casualties?" He held his breath.

"None to report, only a few injured citizens but Supa is escorting them to the nearest medical center. So all is alright."

Chiro breathed out in a much needed breath. "Thank goodness, that's the first good news I had in two weeks." He recovered and squared his shoulders, standing tall. "Radio in the Sun Riders and inform them they're up next for patrol."

"Got it, Krios out."

Chiro ended the frequency and turned towards his team. His longer hair and bangs were stained with dirt, blood, and ooze: a thick white age streak marked his bangs from overloaded stress. He had grown a few inches taller while retaining his lanky frame. Scars proceeded over his eye, slicing his left brow in half with matching gashes over his lip and cheek. Grey armored covered his chest and left arm with a knee brace clamped to his left to support an injury he received from a formless many moons ago.

"Alright Monkey Team," he added with a stern voice. "Let's head back to the robot, we have a few hours to rest while The Sun Riders and Quint take up the late afternoon patrol."

Nodding to their sixteen year old leader, the simians followed him. He walked away from the mucky terrain and approached their robot. He brushed his hand over the metal foot's surface, opening the hatch. First Antauri, then Nova, and the rest entered the robot with Sprx taking up the rear. Once he was sure everyone was inside, he stepped in himself.

Before closing the door, Chiro granted himself a moment to glance back. Through the darkening clouds stood a tall black tower. Its tall gaze loomed high over the landscape, leaving the city to tremble under its shadow. A dark revolting place where hope goes to die. Skeleton King's new domain where he skulked and plotted his next move.

Chiro gritted his teeth as he pressed a tight fist to the wall. "I don't know what you're planning…" He hissed quietly. "But I swear on my grave Skeleton King, we will take you down."

Once his quiet oath was delivered to the cold breeze, he turned on his heel and stalked back into his robot. The hatch slamming shut behind him in the process.

The robot stood in silence. A loud clicking noise ebbed off its antenna before its engines came steaming to life. Flames burst from its foot rockets as it hoisted its heavy bulk off the ground. Raising its arms, the robot positioned itself in a superman posed flight. It rocketed through the clouds, returning back to its base.

~Enemy Fortress

Skeleton King stood in front of his open window. His throne room was empty besides a few guards standing outside the door. His black soulless eyes loomed from his royal spot in the sky, looking down on the partial broken city struggling to hold itself together.

"My lord," clone Mandarin called out to his boss. "We have lost another fleet of formless today, the boy and their Froggy fellows have managed to dismantle our outer circle. But more formless are in the making and will be ready at your disposal my lord."

Skeleton King stood a moment longer in his icy silence. His crystal skull hidden beneath his black hood as his staff rested against his thin waist. When it seemed like he would never answer, his sudden voice startled the formless simian.

"I grow restless over this game of cat and mouse. This so called war has been nothing but child's play, yet the boy is getting stronger, I sense it."

Mandarin looked down to his newly repaired battle claw. "Well my lord we have been fighting them for a long time now. We have done nothing tactful besides deploy formless drones and rampage the city. The Hyperforce and their allies have barricaded the city down tight. I fear we might have a tougher time breaking through their defenses."

"My only objective is to wipe Shuggazoom from the face of humanity. These lousy 'tactics' are merely tests to review our enemies' progress."

"A test my lord?"

The undead warlord nodded. "Yes, just a few means to an end. But I believe this war has lasted two years too long. It is time to finish it."

Mandarin raised a questionable eyebrow. The sudden mood shift had left the air colder. His breath had become a thick cloud of fog as he shivered. The essence of evil was so thick it practically dripped off the cracked walls of the throne room.

"How exactly, my lord, do you plan to finish it? What threat does this little rebellion possibly hold that requires such an immediate change of action?" Mandarin raised his hand in defense when his master turned to lock eyes with him. "Not that I am disagreeing my lord, but for two years we have been playing the same game… why the sudden change now?"

"Because I sense the boy's turmoil. Memories from our past battles are starting to enter his dreams. I can hear his battered breaths, his soul burning with questions. He is starting to do things I was hoping he would not." Turning around, he walked past his minion.

Now disturbed by this sudden news, Mandarin ran after his master. "My lord please explain, I am so confused. I have not detected any change in his fight against us. He still the same young and restless child that remains aloof to his true purpose!"

Skeleton King stopped, causing Mandarin to end his stride. His shoulders tensed, eyes narrowing to slits. "But he is no longer aloof, he is starting to wonder Mandarin. That is something we cannot afford to happen."

Still not understanding his king's confusing rants, the undead simian shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, so what exactly to you plan to do? We have literally thrown everything we got at them. The Hyperforce is just making a mockery of our might."

Skeleton King led his small disciple down a flight of winding stairs. The atmosphere grew heavier, the tension stronger the deeper they treaded down to the basement. The dread lord then descended down a long stone hall at the bottom of the steps. Mandarin, at first, paid no mind to the change of environment. But the longer they walked, the more uneasy he grew. He ran up to stick close to his masters' side, fear evident.

"M-my lord, I didn't know we had a, ehm, basement." He grunted through his tightened jaw in attempt to restrain his fear.

Still his master did not answer. After another fifteen minute walk, Skeleton King led him upon a large door. Smirking, he raised his hand and slammed his claws against the center. The big heavily bolted doors squeaked under the force and squealed open.

Mandarin shielded his eyes from the rays of blue light that came pouring from the mysterious room. "What the hell?" He groaned out, rubbing his one working eye. Once his spotted vision cleared, his eyes widen to what he saw.

A large lab surrounded by Frankenstein looking equipment littered the corners. Electricity sparked freely from huge machines that whirred with spinning gears. Tall murky tanks lined up against the wall stood draped in mystery. Blue liquids within the tanks housed the silhouettes of strange mangled looking creatures.

"My lord what is this place!?" He asked in alarm.

Skeleton King walked between the obstacles of test tubes that blocked his path. "The boy is starting to wonder what his true purpose is. A purpose that not only will unlock his true potential, but also reveal the key to my ultimate defeat." He stopped at the end of the room, glaring at the wall. "The boy cannot find these answers. If he does, then my plans that I have worked so long to accomplish will be in vain!"

Mandarin shrunk from his lord's booming voice. "I thought you already knew his weaknesses?"

Narrowing his eyes, the crystal skull bearer raised a claw and pointed to the lab's corner. There scattered in a messy pile was children's toys.

The formless clone raised an eyebrow. Walking towards the mess, he came face to face with a child sized mannequin wearing a young boy's blue school uniform. "The child's toys?"

He snarled, "I have spent so long trying to deploy a proper weakness after the defeat of the dark one worm. But now that the boy's mind is beginning to wander, I fear he will begin searching for the missing pieces to his earlier life. This search will be the end of everything if we do not stop it."

Mandarin stepped away from the stalker shrine and looked back to his master. "My lord, if the child is the only true threat to our final plan, then just send me in. I can make a run through and kill him myself, then we won't have to worry about this anymore!"

"No." Skeleton King hissed, refusing his murderous minion's suggestion.

"What?" Mandarin blinked in surprise when he saw the tall skeleton step away from his spot and approach a strange alter. The stand was made up of stone with strange symbols carved into it. A table shielded by a glass cover stood out. Something laid beneath the glass.

"I said we need the boy stopped, not killed. My plan will be useless if he dies before the final night." He looked to the large table that lied beneath his shrouded gaze. "I realize now that fighting fire with fire to defeat the Hyperforce has been proven faulty. I'm afraid I have pushed the time limit far too long, the boy is to strong now to be taken on by the likes of you."

Mandarin's horns started to bend back with his face boiling red. "Then how do you plan to stop this then?"

He stood in silence, staring at the tank. "The boy will be searching for answers to his past soon. So I'm going to give him these answers. By someone who has known him."

With curiosity weighing his head down, Mandarin couldn't take it. Stepping to the mysterious alter, he noticed six slots hovering just above the big glass tank. Three slots were filled with demonic dark crystals that burned with power. But the other three slots right below were empty. Now confused beyond belief, he looked down to the tank his master was staring at. There his eyes went wide.

"My lord... what is… who is-?"

"The time of restoration is now." Raising his staff, purple lightning blazed from the head of his staff.

Winds swept through the roof as if an angry storm shattered their roof top. Lightning cracked across the ceiling, raining mounds of purple fire.

Mandarin shrieked in fright as he dove behind his master's black robe. He watched in awe and shock as the shrill screams of souls whipped past him when a large flashing vortex sliced its way through the stone wall.

"What is this?" Mandarin cried, leaping back when white crying ghosts drifted past him. He swatted at the spirits with his claw, only to end up falling through them.

"This my demon monkey is the gateway to purgatory." He answered emotionlessly over the howling winds. He stepped forward, "A void where all neutral souls are sent to spend years awaiting a judgment before they are either sent to heaven. Or hell."

Words couldn't be brought up as Mandarin watched his lord stepped towards the portal. The black magic burned fiercely from the dark flames that licked up the beams. His heart broke out into a series of rapid beats as Skeleton King reached a hand into the vortex.

He gritted his teeth as he fumbled blindly through the watery energy that burned his very skin. After fishing around a moment longer, he felt what he had been searching for. Clamping his claws down on a single soul like a predator trapping its prey, his yanked it free.

Smirking, he carried the black orb to the glass covered medical table. Looking back, he slammed his staff down, emitting a loud BANG. The vortex was forced closed. The crying ghouls that haunted the lab were sent back to the endless frozen realm.

Once quiet fell upon them again, Skeleton King stared into the orb he had conjured. Smirking, he began to cackle. "Behold Mandarin, the first step to the Chosen One's defeat begins now!" Undoing his claws, he blasted the orb into the table.

The mangled burnt body lying beneath Skeleton King started to glow when the soul came into contact. Smoke rose from the shattered glass, a screeching shout deafened Mandarin. He covered his eyes as a blinding light filled the room.

Skeleton King's deep mocking laughter flooded the room. Wires started to reform over the burnt corpse. Muscles reconnected to joints as bones stiffened back together. Veins connecting to strange metallic devices started transferring blood to each organ. The gears whirred to life as they started to beep and flash different colored lights. Life restoring itself to the body.

Then the light died down. Rubbing his eyes, Mandarin squinted and stared at the table. His eyes widen when a robotic hand jetted out and shattered the glass. Pained groans were heard as a wobbly figure struggled to its feet. His eyes widen when he came face to face with a larger robot monkey.

The simian was as black as space. White stripes circled its face, back, tail, and legs. Its eyes were a toxic green color that housed white slit pupils. Its snout exposing large Mandrill primate fangs as smoke exhaled from all its bodily openings.

Gawking with his jaw hitting the ground, he watched as the odd monkey stood in silence. "What… is this?"

Chuckling, Skeleton King watched his newest formless clone look itself over. "Someone who knows the boy in and out. But do not go to close, she might be a little… testy."

"She!?"

Eyes jerking forward, the larger simian lashed out and grabbed Mandarin. She slammed him against the wall, her hot breath washing over Mandarin's face. She snarled as she brought her hand forward. Instead of fingers, long thick war knives welded to dark ebony armor reflected in his eyes. She waved her claws in his face before pressing a large palm over his neck. She kinked her arm back, claws at the ready.

Before she could slice the rogue monkey's face wide open, Skeleton King smirked. He snapped his claws.

The formless simian gasped as a skull mark flashed on her forehead. She immediately released Mandarin, holding her helmet as she stumbled away. Shaking her head wildly to stop the pain.

"I will not tolerate this misbehavior." He chuckled before stepping in the middle to separate his minions.

Mandarin struggled to regain his breath as he grasped his throat. Snarling in rage at his humiliation, he jabbed a black claw to the enstrained monkey. "Who the hell is that!?"

Smirking, Skeleton King chuckled as he stared blankly at him. "All questions will be answered soon, but I will say this. Like the super robot, my pathetic human side had… practice… before completing the robot monkey models."

Raising his claws, he commanded the undead simian forward. His eyes the shaggy monkey, a tuft of white fur dangled from her chin. More strands of white hair hung from the side of her head like a short mane.

"I know your memory is very foggy, but I brought you back for a specific purpose." He tapped her helmet, noticing to her right pupil twitching in partial blindness. "I know of the hatred you bear towards me, but know I will not tolerate any further defiance. You have but one goal…"

She narrowed her one working eye with question. Waiting for the ugly demon to finish his statement.

"Your goal… is to bring the boy to me, alive. Do otherwise, and you will suffer."

Written by: WingedWolf101 & Chazno-02
Artists (on DeviantArt) HANVII82 & Finjix